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[queen-of-deans-booty]

What If You Can See Angels and Demons True Forms?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader x Sam Winchester (brothers/sister)

Word Count: ~300

Warnings: none!

Request by @bloominghelianthus​: Hello! Can you do headcanons of Sam and Dean's you get half sister (related through John and 10 years younger than Dean (not related to Adam)) where she can see the dead, demons true form, angel's form (without a host), and ghosts and how the brother's reactions would be and how they would help when she is tormented by the ghosts and demons? Maybe she is for the first part of her life super scared, and then she gets annoyed by them, and then she becomes super sassy towards them lol. Thanks!

Summary: Sam and Dean take care of you when you realize you can see angels and demon’s true forms.

Square Filled: free space for @acrosstheuniversebingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

Something you recently came across is that you have the ability to see what angels and demons really look like past their vessels

You never knew before you met your older brothers, but since coming into their lives, it’s been a scary ride that you’d rather get off on

Castiel was the first person they introduced you to, and the second you saw him for who he truly was, you actually screamed

Castiel became very interested in your special sight, but he assured you that he would never hurt you

It took some time getting used to him, but the truly scary ones were the demons

The first time you met Crowley, you passed out from how scary he was. He thought it was hilarious, but Dean threatened him to stay away from you

It didn’t stop with angels and demons. You seemed to see them everywhere you went as if they were haunting your life

It sucks, but you have Sam and Dean by your side to help you

The more you live with this unique ability, the more you become confident with it

Before, you were scared, but that fear turned into annoyance since Crowley loves to scare you. It got annoying when he kept jumping out at you a hundred times a day

You’d be sitting at a restaurant just minding your business when he’d pop up next to you

One time, you actually punched him in the face as hard as you could, and that got him to stop once he knew you weren't messing around anymore

That annoyance then turned into sass because you knew they were just scary looking, not scary people

Plus, you love to tease them and make fun of how they look

Sam and Dean hate that you have to see this, but they love how you can find humor in it

Otherwise, you’d go crazy

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Meet My Not-Girlfriend

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female!Reader

Warnings: unrequited love

Word Count: 481

Fandom: Criminal Minds

fake relationship for @acrosstheuniversebingo​​​​​

A/N: pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

Nothing is more awkward than a family dinner with someone who doesn’t get along with their family. The only reason Emily asked you to come is because she couldn’t face her mother alone. Elizabeth Prentiss can be a very scary woman at times, and it doesn’t seem to matter if you’re her daughter or not. You and Emily have been friends since you were in high school, so you’ve gotten used to Elizabeth’s ways.

However, this dinner is very awkward because Elizabeth has been asking Emily time and time again when she is going to get married and have children. Emily has always been a work person, but that never stopped her mother from having high hopes. Emily’s father isn’t in the picture and she was an only child, so it’s just the three of you over at Elizabeth’s place.

“So, how is work turning out for you, Y/N?”

“It’s been really good. Emily has been such a great asset to the team,” you smile.

“And how is Emily’s performance?”

“Mother, I’m right here. You can ask me,” Emily sighs.

“I wanted to know from your co-worker.”

“She’s more than that and you know it.”

“Emily is doing great,” you butt in. “Truly, we couldn’t have asked for a better teammate.”

Emily places a hand on your thigh lightly as a thank you for sticking up for her. She removes it seconds later, and you somehow feel sad about that.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Elizabeth smiles. “So, Emily, anyone I should concern myself with?”

“What do you mean?”

“Any man in your life that I should meet?”

“Not again, mother,” Emily groans.

“What? I’m just asking a question.”

“No, there is no man in my life, mother. In fact, there will never be a man because I’m already dating someone… a woman. Y/N,” Emily blurts.

You were drinking your water when she said this, causing you to cough it up in shock. Some water trickles out of your nose. Emily pats your back as you wipe your face free of any liquid. You definitely weren't expecting that kind of answer to come out of your best friend’s mouth.

“Are you okay, dear?” Emily asks.

You have no choice but to go along with her white-lie. It’s hard for you because you’ve had the biggest crush on your best friend for so long, but because she is your best friend, you couldn’t say anything to her. She’s always expressed interest in men before, so you have no clue where this is coming from.

“Yeah, I’m okay… honey.”

“Well, this certainly is an interesting development,” Elizabeth states.

“Yeah, so I think it’s time you leave me alone about it.”

This certainly poses an interesting topic for when you and Emily are alone. Maybe this is her way of telling you she likes you back? Whatever the case may be, everything has changed.

[pterawaters]

PG-13, Tattoo Parlor AU, Nancy/Robin, background Steve/Jonathan

Nancy told herself not to develop a crush on another customer, but when Robin came in with an intriguing design for her first tattoo, all bets were off.

[katyobsesses]

Welcome To New York

(it's been waiting for you)

A Hevans Fanfiction by KatyObsesses

Summary:

New York was nothing like Kurt Hummel had expected when he’d dreamed of moving there. It was ugly, it was dirty, and the competition to succeed was hell.

Even the blind dates his sister-in-law, Rachel, set him up on didn't make it any better.

The only good thing about New York was the small bakery nestled in between the entrance to his apartment building and the deli on the corner.

Mary's.

Mary’s was warm and inviting and whenever Kurt stepped into the bakery he felt like he was walking into someone’s home, like he was a family friend allowed to visit at will.

And the barista who worked on Saturday nights was definitely one of the reasons for that.

Sam.

When Sam told Kurt that he would happily show him the city Kurt jumped at the chance to spend more time with him, even if, as he fell in love with New York, he also fell in love with Sam.

He really had to stop crushing on straight guys.

Chapter 1 of ??

Once again Kurt Hummel was sitting in the tiny little italian restaurant his sister-in-law, Rachel, had told him had the best vegan meatballs in the whole of the East Village. And once again he was waiting impatiently for his blind date, set up by said sister-in-law, to arrive. It was a dreary day in mid September and the street outside the window was being pounded by the heavy rain. Kurt checked his watch again with a sigh. 15 minutes late. Why did everyone Rachel set him up with arrive late? Didn’t actors understand the importance of being on time? That was the problem with having a sister-in-law who was adamant to play Yenta and only interacted with her cast-mates, he guessed. Actors were notorious for being self-absorbed, after all. He played with the brooch on his lapel, making sure it stood out so that his date - when he finally arrived - would be able to see it as he entered the restaurant. A hippo head brooch was always a good choice of a signal, no-one else in the restaurant was ever wearing one. A single red rose, however, was a terrible one. There had been at least 3 guys so far who had walked through the door either wearing a rose in their lapel or holding one. Only for a woman, or another man, to enter behind them and take their arm - obviously on a date themselves. “Kurt?” A voice asked, and Kurt’s head shot up to smile at them. He stood and offered a hand for the man to shake...

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[writercole]

It’s You

Squares Filled: Tooth Rotting fluff: @samcreationsbingo​ // Quote E “I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again”: Tell me a story bingo @supernatural-jackles​ // Neighbor AU @spnmixedbingo​ // AtU: Blind Date @acrosstheuniversebingo​ // Bad Things: Tongue-tied @badthingshappenbingo​ // AU Bingo: Jo Harvelle @spnaubingo​ // Syd’s Challenge: “I am so going to regret this” // fluff bingo: photographer AU @spnfluffbingo​ Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader WC: 1432 Warnings: Fluff? Yeah basically that’s it. Fluff, blind date, a little kissing Credits: @that-one-gay-girl​ and @padalelli​ for beta reading; @padalelli​ for the header; @firefly-graphics​ for the divider A/N: I felt like writing some Sam Fluff today for some reason. I hope it lives up to his image. Prompts are in bolded italics, incoming texts are just italics, outgoing just bold.

“Jo, I’ve told you before, I don’t need you to set me up with your cousin, okay?” You paced around your apartment, trying to keep your voice down since all of your walls were paper thin. You didn’t want your neighbors to hear about your perpetual singleness. 

“And I told you that you cannot keep shutting yourself in that apartment with your cat. I’m going to take a guess that you’re in your baggy gray sweats, ratty sweatshirt with the neckline that hangs off a shoulder, hair in a very messy bun, and fuzzy socks with a bag of Cheetos in your hand. Am I close?” she sassed you.

You looked down at yourself and sighed. Your best friend was absolutely right and she knew it. “I don’t have Cheetos in my hand, Jo.”

“I knew it. Okay, be at Rocky’s at 7 on Thursday. And wear something nice, Y/N!” She ended the call and you stared down at your phone, wondering what the hell just happened.

“I am so going to regret this,” you mumbled, trudging to your closet to start prepping your outfit. Your date was in two days and Jo was going to bug you about your outfit in about three hours.

“Jo, I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again,” Sam fussed at his cousin on the way home from his photo shoot. “I meet plenty of people, thank you.”

“Come on, Sam. PLEASE! She’s a really sweet girl and she’s gorgeous,” Jo begged. He could practically see her puppy dog face. 

“Jo, I really don’t want to start dating right now. I just got the studio running well and besides, my neighbor is really cute and sweet and I’m thinking about asking her out.” Sam wasn’t lying for the most part. His neighbor was really attractive and he did want to ask her out. He was just...nervous. His last relationship had lasted for four years before Eileen went back to Ireland and before that was Jess in college who, coincidentally, also moved across the country.

“Sam, one date. I’ll owe you so big.” 

“Fine, Jo. Fine. Will you at least tell Dean you’re setting me up so he can come rescue me if I need it?” 

“Thank you, Sam! You won’t regret this. Rocky’s. Thursday at 7. Oh, and it was Dean’s idea,” Jo said, ending the call with a quick “Thanks, Sam. I love you!”

Sam stared at his phone in defeat, unable to believe that the two of them conspired against him and somehow roped him into a blind date. He huffed and shot a text to his brother. 

<I am going to murder you in your sleep. Why are you and Jo plotting together to set me up? >Oh, come on, Sammy. Live a little. I’m letting her set me up, too, if it makes you feel better. <Really doesn’t. >Sam, this girl sounds perfect for you. <I still hate you right now.

Sam made it to his apartment door at the same time his neighbor was walking out of hers with a bag of garbage in her hand. “Oh...um...hi,” he managed to say. He was always so flustered when she was around.

“Hey, Sam,” she replied with a sweet smile. “Long day at the studio?”

“Y-yeah. Long. Long day,” he stammered, his cheeks turning red. 

“I won’t keep you. Have a good night, Sam,” she said with a small wave, walking away to throw her bag of trash at the dumpster.

“Yeah, night,” he mumbled when she was out of earshot. He walked into his apartment and threw his keys and bag on the counter. “Idiot,” he chastised, disappointed that he couldn’t just speak up and ask his neighbor out.

Thursday came quickly and just as you’d expected, you had to work a little late. You thought ahead and wore the dress you had planned on and brought along your heels and makeup. You made it out of work with just enough time to make it to Rocky’s by 7. You touched up your makeup as you drove, knowing how dangerous it was to apply mascara and drive, but being pressed for time and wanting to look your best forced your hand.

Jo had told you that the guy, whose name she refused to give you, would be sitting in a booth halfway down the left side with his back to the door and a white rose on the table. You took a deep breath as you opened the door and stepped inside, the jukebox playing an old Lynyrd Skynryd song as you entered.

You quickly spotted a white rose at a table, its occupant a tall man in a dark blue shirt and jeans. You walked over slowly, taking steadying breaths as you approached the table.

Sam was told that his date would find him, that all he had to do was leave a white rose on the edge of the table. To say he was nervous was an understatement. His leg wouldn’t stop bouncing under the table and his hands couldn’t stay still. He stopped breathing every time the door opened.

Sam heard the clicking of high heels walking towards the booths and he closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. He heard the footsteps stop at his table and he opened his eyes to see you standing there.

You took his breath away in your simple black skater dress, your makeup light, your eyes sparkling with excitement. His jaw fell open in surprise as his eyes raked over your frame

“Sam?” you asked, looking around to see if there were any other white roses on other tables before sliding into the seat opposite him.

Sam was still staring in disbelief. “It’s you,” he whispered.

“How do you know Jo?” you questioned, feeling much more at ease about the date now that it was the neighbor you’d been crushing on.

“She’s my cousin. I didn’t realize you knew her,” he replied with a soft smile. 

“Jo has been one of my best friends since college.” You matched the curl of his lips with your own, silently thanking Jo for finally breaking you down.

“I have to admit, I did everything I could think of to get her off my back. She’s been pushing for this setup for a while now,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Honestly, I did too. She’s been begging to set me up with her cousin for close to a year now. I finally agreed to shut her up,” you chuckled.

“Do you regret it?” Sam asked you, a tone in his voice you could only describe as hope.

“Not at all,” you instantly replied, your smile widening as his did the same, the dimples on his cheeks becoming more prominent. 

The two of you sat at the bar and talked for hours, eventually migrating to the same side of the booth after a couple of drinks. You shared stories about work, family, and school, laughing as he told you about his brother Dean and the date that Jo was setting him up on. “I’ll have to get with Jo and work with her. I owe them for tonight,” he told you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Is that right?” you flirted, taking a sip of your own drink.

“Yeah I’ve, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now but I would get a little flustered and tongue-tied when I would see you.” Sam looked a little embarrassed by that fact so you rested your hand on his arm.

“I would have said yes, y’know,” you said softly.

Sam’s head lifted and his kaleidoscope eyes met yours. You felt yourself moving towards him, closing the distance between your lips and Sam’s. He met you halfway, his soft, pillowy lips meeting yours gently, your eyes fluttering shut. His hand reached up to cup your cheek; yours moved up his arm to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm. 

He pulled back far too soon and not soon enough all at once. You opened your eyes to see Sam gazing at you in amazement. “You want to get out of here?” he asked.

You nodded and he helped you out of the booth, tossing down several bills to cover your drinks and a generous tip. His hand never left the small of your back as he guided you out of the bar.

You stopped in front of your car and looked up at him with a smile. “Your place or mine?”

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[cywscross]

For @badthingshappenbingo, for the square ‘Epidemic/Pandemic’

For @acrosstheuniversebingo, for the square ‘Domestic’

For @anyfandomfluffbingo, for the square ‘Taking Care of You When You’re Sick’

Title: Light in the Dark

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: T

Word Count: 21716

Summary: It still surprises Stiles sometimes, how easily he’s adapted. Seven months in a world filled with train tracks and soul-sucking fae, and it feels like he’s never known anything else. ~~ Or, the one where diverting the Ghost Riders from Beacon Hills to prey on a different town only succeeded in setting them free.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Original Animal Character(s)

Relationship(s): Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Post-Season 6A AU, Canon Divergence AU, Apocalypse AU, Post-Apocalypse AU, Pandemics, Return of an Ancient Race, Wild Hunt, Catatonic Peter, Magical Stiles, Spark Stiles, BAMF Stiles, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Loneliness, Depression, Mental Breakdown, Cats, Wolves, Snowed In, Domestic, Fluff, Mild Angst

Also Submitted For: - 100prompts Challenge - 031. Hide - Tic Tac Woe - Return of the Old Gods/Ancient Race - Gen Prompt Bingo [Round 19] - Someone gains Purpose - Trope Bingo [Round 16] - AU: Zombies - Hurt/Comfort Bingo [Round 12] - coma - 100ships Challenge - #02. Snow

[writercole]

Love At First Break

Chapter 1 Squares filled: Doctor!Sam @spnaubingo​ // Hospital @acrosstheuniversebingo​ // Crutches @badthingshappenbingo​ // Body Image @spnmixedbingo​ // Free Space (TMAS) Pairing (s): Sam Wincester x Librarian!Reader Word Count: 2970 Warnings: fluff, injury, ER visit, clumsy reader, flustered Sam, Loopholes Credits: Header by me; image from google // @padalelli​ and @that-one-gay-girl​ for beta // @firefly-graphics​ for the divider A/N: Good day and WELCOME to the first chapter of Love at First Break! This started as just a one-shot for AU Bingo but it’s evolved into so much more. It’s my first official Sam series and my first fluff-focused series. It’s utterly adorable and I love it so much. Feedback is golden, so let me know what you think. Click that button if you want to be tagged! Several other characters will be appearing throughout the series. As always, this is an AU, don’t take my work without permission, don’t be a dick.

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You had been sitting in the ER of your local hospital for an hour. You’d fallen off a ladder at work while shelving some books and took the shelves with you. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t a clean break and the ER doctor was not comfortable with setting it. The ER physician had given you something for the pain and called in the consult for a Dr. Winchester. You were just waiting on him to show up now as the tv played some sitcom rerun from a few years ago at a low volume in the background.

You were starting to nod off from the pain meds when a knock sounded on the door. You sat up a little more as a tall, long haired man walked into the room with your chart. He was dressed in jeans and a button up under his lab coat, showing off his broad shoulders and chest. You noticed his fingers were long and lean but perfectly proportionate to his large hands. When he looked up, his hazel eyes met yours and you both stared for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I’m Dr. Winchester. You’re Y/F/N Y/L/N?” He raised his eyebrows as he asked the question, as if hoping he didn’t go into the wrong room.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you said, secretly happy that he was actually the doctor instead of some old guy like you had expected.

“Well, I saw your x-rays and it’s not the best break, but it’s not the worst either,” he explained as he put your x-rays up on the light screen. “There’s two fractures on your fibula. It’ll be able to be set and casted without surgery but it’s more complex than is comfortable for a non-orthopedic doctor.”

You nodded your head as he spoke, politely listening while also waiting for him to finish talking. “Well, you’re the doctor. How long should this take? And please tell me I don’t have to spend the night?”

“It should be another hour to an hour and a half, but you will be able to go home tonight. The problem is that you can’t drive for a while,” Dr. Winchester said apologetically. 

“That’s not going to be a problem. I don’t usually drive anyway; I bike. And I’ll just call an Uber when I need to go somewhere farther than a block away. It’s not a big deal,” you said with a shrug, not realizing in your medicated state that you could definitely NOT ride a bike with a cast.

Dr. Winchester smiled at you and shook his head. “You know you can’t bike with a cast on your lower leg, right?” he said gently. “And an Uber isn’t really all that safe, you know.”

“That’s how I got here in the first place,” you told him, with a slight hint of annoyance in your voice. You were ready to get out of this hospital bed and get something to eat. You’d skipped lunch and it was now almost dinner time. You were surprised that your stomach wasn’t actually growling yet.

“Oh,” he said, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Well, let’s get this leg wrapped up and we can get you a ride home.” He walked out of the room to get a nurse and supplies to get your leg stable.

Sam closed the door and took a deep breath before grabbing a nurse to help him carry the supplies to your room. When he was paged for a consult on a serious leg break, he wasn’t expecting to see a beautiful woman. He saw on your chart that you worked at the library; he assumed you were also intelligent. He hadn’t had a reaction to a woman like this since he had met Eileen for the first time. It felt like he was a kid with a crush all over again instead of a doctor in his mid-30s. 

There was just something about you that made Sam want to know you, to just be near you all the time. It was incredibly strange but he usually had a good sense of people and since this had happened before with both Jess and Eileen, he trusted his instincts. He wasn’t sure if it was the purple and black striped leggings, the deep green top, muted goldenrod jacket, or mesmerizing confidence that first grabbed his attention but five minutes in a room with you was enough for him to just know that he had to know you.

There was a problem, though. It was unethical to date a patient. It was also against hospital policy. But Sam was smart. He’d been top of his classes throughout med school; he’d figure out a way.

Damn it, why did he have to be so hot? Your thought almost surprised you. You don’t remember coming to the conclusion that he was attractive. Sure, you felt something when you laid your eyes on him for the first time. But that was just the meds...right?

There’s no way you were ready to get into a relationship again. Your last relationship had been a total shit show. It’s why you had moved here, to Kansas, and took a job with a substantial pay cut, and bought a modest house. It hadn’t even been a year. You needed more time to move past what Michael had done to you.

Yet, you felt drawn to Dr. Winchester in a way you hadn’t with Michael, or anyone else for that matter. His presence comforted you and made you feel safe, like it was okay to just be yourself. You dismissed the thought with a sigh. There’s no way Dr. Winchester would have any interest in you with your soft body and plain face. 

Not to mention you weren’t exactly one of those giggly types; your intelligence was something you took immense pride in and you refused to downplay it to save a man’s ego. He could have any woman for his trophy wife. Why would he choose you?

Dr. Winchester came back into the room with a dark haired nurse on his heels. “Y/N, this is Alex, she’ll be helping me set your leg and get it in a cast.”

“Hi,” the nurse greeted. “First thing we need to do is get your leg out of these pants. I’m going to cut them up to the knee, don’t worry,” she said quickly, assessing the widening eyes accurately as apprehension. “I won’t leave you uncovered. But unfortunately, your pants will be ruined.” She grabbed the scissors off the tray and gently pulled your pant leg away from the injured shin.

Alex made quick work of your pant leg, slicing up one seam and around your leg just above the knee. She and Dr. Winchester worked quickly and efficiently to get your leg elevated, set, and cast. They had the entire process done in less than an hour and Alex was going over your care instructions while Dr. Winchester finished up the discharge papers.

"Keep it dry as much as you can. You'll need to actually use the crutches we give you and stay off of that leg so it will heal," Alex stressed. You liked her; she was direct and had a knack for reading people. "I'm gonna go check on those papers so we can get you home."

She walked out of the room and you sighed, reaching for your phone to order an Uber only to find it dead. "Great. Just fucking great," you said, tossing your phone back into your purse as Dr. Winchester walked back into the room.

“Everything okay?” he inquired as approached your bed with the discharge paperwork. Now that he was closer you could see that his eyes weren't really hazel, they were more like a mosaic of blue, green, hazel, and golden brown. Each sliver of his iris a different pigment, entrancing you slightly until you registered his eyebrows raising.

“Oh just fantastic. My phone is dead, I can’t order an Uber and I don’t know anyone’s phone number who would ACTUALLY show up to the hospital to help me home. So. Yeah, everything is just great,” you retorted, perhaps a little too bitterly, crossing your arms for emphasis. It wasn’t his fault that you had fallen off the ladder and taken the shelving with you. It also wasn’t his fault that your phone was dead. But he was the one person who was in front of you and as guilty as you felt for snapping at him, you did feel a little better after expressing some of your anger and frustration.

Dr. Winchester nodded his head in understanding. He shuffled his feet and ducked his head, fidgeting with the papers in his hands before responding, “This is incredibly unorthodox and could possibly cost me a job but,” he paused, looking up at you, “I could give you a ride home.”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t...I mean...I don’t want to impose,” you stammered, uncrossing your arms and putting your hands up in front of you. You would absolutely love nothing more than Dr. Winchester driving you home, but you couldn’t allow yourself to think that he could see you as anything more than just a patient. He probably just didn’t want you to get on public transport or something on pain meds and with a pair of crutches of which you were still unsure.

“It’s no imposition. Really. It will actually give me a reason to avoid a dinner with a bunch of pompous jerks anyway.” Not to mention I really want to have some time to get to know you, he thought. He’d figured out a work around to the dating a patient problem. A single encounter with a person doesn’t constitute a continuing patient-physician relationship. Ergo, he sends you to a different orthopedic for your follow ups, probably Novak, and then you’re not his patient. 

“Well,” you said with a resigned sigh, “I guess if it helps you out of something you don’t want to attend, I can let you give me a ride home Dr. Winchester.” You accepted his offer with a soft smile, but you still didn’t believe he could have a genuine interest in you besides a doctor getting a patient home. He probably had a sister that looked like you or something and it was triggering protective instincts.

“Great. I’ll just go and get Alex,” he said with a smile as he started backing towards the door, “and she’ll go over these papers with you and I can go bring my car around.” He nodded and fumbled for the door handle, his ears turning pink when the door opened and Alex was standing there. “Here, Alex. Could you go over this paperwork with our patient and then bring her out to the back exit?” He lifted the papers towards her and furrowed his brow, silently begging her to help him out.

Alex raised her eyebrow as she looked at him, but took the papers with a nod as Dr. Winchester exited the room. She looked at you with both eyebrows raised and a knowing expression on her face. “So, you’ve managed to do what no other doctor, nurse, or patient has ever been able to do. You’ve flustered the majestic moose of North Central Kansas.”

“Oh, I, um” - she cut you off with a hand held up.

“I won’t say a word. Discretion is one of my greatest talents. But. We’re gonna have to take the long way to the back entrance. So let’s get moving. I’ll go over the instructions as we walk.”

Alex brought a wheelchair for you, helped you to sit in it, and laid your crutches diagonally across you before she handed you the discharge paperwork. As she started pushing you towards the exit, she explained your papers, encouraging you to look at them as she spoke.

“The first page is your prescriptions. Make sure you fill them and use them. Leaving yourself in pain will not speed your recovery. The next few pages are a list of everything we’ve done and everything we used. Final couple of pages are the instructions I gave you earlier.” Alex pushed you into an empty corridor and stopped. She came around the front of the wheelchair and squatted to look you in your eyes.

“Now here comes the obligatory “he’s my friend” speech. Sam has never been this flustered over someone. He’s also never, and I mean never, offered to give another patient a ride home,” she said while looking at you intently, trying to discern your reaction. “This isn’t like him so you must have made quite the impression. Don’t fuck around with his feelings, okay? He’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve to get screwed over again.” Alex stood up and resumed pushing you back towards the back exit.

“I’m not planning on dating him. He’s great, but I’m not ready for that.” Besides, he’ll probably run for the hills as soon as he knows the real me, you thought. Between your family and your history with men, you didn’t have much in the way of self-esteem or self-confidence. You weren’t able to figure out which one was worse, your brother or your ex, Michael. 

Alex scoffed at your statement as you approached the exit. You saw Dr. Winchester leaning against a black sedan typing something on his phone. As soon as he saw you, he stood up smiling and opened the car door for Alex to bring you around.

“Your chariot, my lady,” he said with a bow. You couldn’t help but giggle at his attempt at chivalry, causing Alex to clear her throat behind you. 

“Thank you, Dr. Winchester,” you said, accepting his hand to stand and get into the passenger seat, Alex setting your crutches in the back.

“Please, call me Sam,” he requested with a smile and sparkle in his eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat. He closed the door and said goodbye to Alex who had her arms crossed and eyebrows raised. He opened the driver’s door and got in, pulling up the sat nav on the dash. “So where to?” he asked.

You gave him your address and settled back against the seat, the only sound the directions the GPS was giving out. The silence was comfortable, not awkward like you had expected. You were both lost in your own thoughts, stealing glances at the other when they weren’t looking. When you arrived at your house, Sam was quick to jump out of the car and grab your crutches, coming around to help you out of the car and steady yourself on the awkward extra legs you were stuck with for the next couple of months. He walked you to your door and waited while you unlocked everything.

“Thank you, Sam. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done tonight,” you told him, wanting to stay in his presence just a moment longer for a reason you just couldn’t put your finger on.

“Do you mind if I check in tomorrow? Like, maybe send a text or something?” Sam asked, his hands in his pockets, hope evident in his voice. You just didn’t trust that he was actually interested. You hated to do this, but you really didn’t want to set yourself up for another heartache.

“I don’t know if that’s a great idea. Not that I don’t trust you,” you added quickly, his face having fallen significantly at your refusal. “I just… I have a lot of things going on and I don’t think a distraction would be a good thing at this time.”

“I’d be a distraction?” he questioned, the hint of a smirk on his face.

You ducked your head with a chuckle before answering his question, glancing up at those incredible eyes again. “Yes, Sam. You’d be a distraction. But I know where you work, so if things change I could, maybe, break my arm or something,” you responded with a smile and a shrug.

“Or instead of more bodily harm, how about you just text me?” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a card and wrote his cell number on the back before he handed it to you. “There’s no guarantee I’d be on call and I’d really hate to see you in pain.”

You took the card with a smile and pushed your door open with a crutch. “You’ll be the first to know when something changes, then. Thanks again, for the ride.” You walked inside and shut the door, setting your crutches next to you on the window seat. You watched Sam walk back towards his car and give your house one last look and smile before getting in his car and driving away.

Sam drove home on auto-pilot, his thoughts a jumbled mess. You said he’d be a distraction. That doesn’t mean you didn’t find him attractive. Just that you had some other things on your mind. Your body language didn’t seem to be tense or afraid. He had a habit of overthinking things and it seems that this would be no exception.

Just as he was pulling into his driveway, his phone dinged with a text message. He waited until he’d gotten inside the house before checking it and seeing that it was from Alex.

> So, Sam. You gonna tell me why you drove Y/N home?

< Hope.

> Hope, huh? Did you ask her out?

< Not really. I asked if I could text her tomorrow. She refused. Said she didn’t need a distraction right now.

> And you…?

< Left her my number and said good night. Because I’m not a creep, Alex.

> Good. She’ll text you. I’m betting a week, two max.

< I hope you’re right.

> I always am. Night, Sam.

< Night, Alex.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Guardian Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Angel!Reader

Warnings: angst, tobias hankel angst

Word Count: 480

Fandom: Criminal Minds

angel/demon for @acrosstheuniversebingo​​​​​

A/N: pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

Everyone has a guardian angel whether they know it or not. Earth is filled with seven billion people and more than double that in guardian angels. Through an angel’s eyes, the world is crowded with people rushing to get to places, never stopping to really enjoy their lives. Through a human’s eyes, the world is that but with much less people.

You’re a guardian angel to Spencer Reid. You’ve been with him since he was born, always protecting him of the dangers that lie ahead. Angels are allowed to manipulate the thoughts, feelings, and motives of everyone around them including manipulating inanimate objects. You can’t count how many times you’ve steered true danger away from Spencer: killers, child predators, falling objects, etc.

You’re happy looking over Spencer’s shoulder for him.

But this, this is something you couldn’t have prevented from happening.

A man named Tobias Hankel had knocked out and kidnapped Spencer to regain control of others around him. For bad men like him, they don’t really have guardian angels to stop them from doing bad things, and if they do, they are so small that nothing they say will matter. Never have you ever made yourself known to Spencer before, but you think you might have to in order to save his life.

Tobias is currently out at the moment, so if you’re going to do something, then you have to do it now. Making yourself known, you stand behind Spencer and just stare at him. Your wings flutter nervously, but this is something you have to do. If Spencer dies, then you’ll get reassigned to a new baby somewhere else on this Earth, and you’re not ready to let him go just yet.

“Spencer, you’re going to be okay,” you speak to him for the first time.

Spencer snaps his head up in fear, watching you with wide eyes.

“Who the hell are you?” he asks, trying to sound like the tough guy.

“I’m Y/N, your guardian angel. I’m here to save you.”

“Wait, what? Guardian angel?”

He slightly panics even though you’re behind him untying him from his binds. Tobias hasn’t hurt him yet, but if you don’t get him out of here, then he will.

“I’ve always been looking over your shoulder for your whole life. You’ll die or get seriously hurt if I don’t interfere. I hope you can forgive me later for this.” You rip off his binds from all four limbs before stepping back. “Now leave because Tobias is coming back.”

You disappear from sight right in front of his eyes. All of this is overwhelming for Spencer, and he’ll definitely come back to it later, but he news to leave right now. He gets out of the chair and runs out the back door, dead set on returning home where his friends and family are eagerly waiting for him… and hopefully you.

[writercole]

Captive

Square fills (7): Superhero AU @spnaubingo; Eve @spnrareshipbingo; Free Space @spnvillainsbingo; Losing a Job @badthingshappenbingo; Free @anyfandomgoesbingo; Hero/Villain @acrosstheuniversebingo; Mistaken for a Couple @spnfluffbingo.

Word Count: 4,559 (I know, longest individual piece to date)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: 18+, kidnapping, small smut scene

A/N: I wrote this originally for @spnaubingo but I ended up including so many others. Major credit to @padalelli and @that-one-gay-girl for helping me out with beta’ing. The idea was actually from a dream I had last week and it just...worked. Although it was Frenchie instead of Dean.

Credit: Gif under Gif; @firefly-graphics for the divider.

You woke up here a week ago, in this unknown place with no memory of how you got here. The last thing you remembered was walking back to your car after leaving Target. You were usually overly aware of your surroundings, so you really didn’t know how you ended up in this endless gray-blue expanse of a building. Sure, there were fun things to do outside; there was a pool with a waterslide, some swings, playground equipment. You may have been an adult, or thought you were at 22, but you enjoyed a good slide and swing from time to time.

When you woke, there had been a blonde sitting at the foot of your bed. She introduced herself as Meg and told you that she was a floor down “if you ever need any kind of supplies.” She wouldn’t answer your questions as to where you were or how you got there. Your cell phone was taken, your purse was gone. You had access to a huge kitchen and a large wardrobe, as well as books, video games, and gym equipment. This would have been paradise to a lot of people in your situation. But you? You just wanted to go home.

You tried to get out one day. Someone caused a commotion on another floor and you took advantage of the guard’s distraction to try to go for the front door. You were caught quickly; a guard grabbed you just before you stepped out of the doors. He took you to a set of elevators you’d never noticed, selected a floor that required biometric identification, and held on to your upper arm the whole time. As if you could go anywhere.

You were marched to an office at the end of the hallway; if you didn’t watch the floor number being entered, you wouldn’t have been able to discern this floor from any of the others you’d visited. Your escort knocked on the door and opened it, not waiting for an answer from the occupant. 

You were surprised to be sat in front of a desk opposite a beautiful, brunette woman whose presence dominated the large space. If there was a female equivalent of BDE, she was it. She was writing intently and held up one finger in a “just a second” gesture. When she set down her pen and looked up, you swore you saw rings of fire disappear from her eyes.

“Ma’am,” your guard spoke, explaining your presence in front of her, “I caught this one attempting to leave via the front door during the commotion on Floor 13.” 

“Thank you, Aldo,” the woman said, nodding at the guard, “I’ll take it from here.”

Aldo nodded once and disappeared, literally, from beside you. The woman smirked as she took in your stunned expression at seeing the empty space next to you. She settled back in her chair, waiting for you to turn back towards her.

“Hello, Y/N,” she started, “I’m Eve. I run this show. Now,” she sat up towards her desk before continuing, “are your quarters unsatisfactory or are the guards giving you trouble? People usually don’t try to run off after a week.”

You were stunned into silence. There were so many things implied in that simple statement and you just didn’t know where to start. “Um,” you tried, “well, no. My quarters are fine and there hasn’t been any trouble.” You decided to be honest with her. She was a powerful woman, obviously, but she seemed kind enough. “I just don’t know where I am or why I’m here. I’ve spent the last 3 years of my life with a strict routine that included work and now,” you paused, taking a breath before continuing, “I’m lost.” 

Eve nodded. “That was difficult for you to say. I appreciate your honesty much more now.” She stood and began walking down a hallway you hadn’t noticed, gesturing for you to walk beside her. “This is Alpha Corp. I built this from the ground up by myself,” she divulged proudly. “We take humans who have the DNA capability for superpowers and we bring those powers out. All it takes is nurturing and some DNA analysis. That analysis was started when you arrived here. You are here because my scouts were impressed by you. They brought you to my attention and, well,” she stopped, turning to look at you, “I am just as impressed. If you would like to work and have a routine, I could use another assistant for the floors.”

You cocked your head to the side, confused as to what she meant. You had only met one person who could even be described as an assistant, Meg, and you still weren’t sure what she did. 

Eve seemed to sense your hesitation. “You don’t have to decide today. I’ll have someone walk you back to your room.” She gestured for a man to come forward. “This is Edgar. He’ll take you downstairs and if ever you’d like to come talk to me again,” she put her hand on your shoulder and looked into your eyes, “just call for Edgar.” With that she turned around and left you more confused than you were upon entering her office.

“This way, ma’am,” Edgar said gently, gesturing for you to precede him up the hallway. It led to another elevator bay; you assumed it was Eve’s private area as you didn’t have to wait for it. You rode down in silence, lost in your thoughts, and headed back to your quarters. Too lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice that Edgar also vanished out of the elevator when it hit your floor. You were fairly sure you were going to take Eve up on her offer; it at least gave you something to do.

After telling Eve you’d like to be a part of her enterprise, you were paired up with two people for training, Meg and Dean. You’d already met Meg. She was kind, in her own way, but also very brash and sarcastic. She paired well with Dean. He was a similar personality, but his kindness was hidden behind the walls he had built. Regardless, the three of you worked well together and kept the guests happy.

At the end of your first week, Meg had gone out to replenish some supplies and that stuck you with Dean for the whole day. With three of you working on the requests, they got finished much faster than before and you had an empty afternoon. Dean suggested a walk around the grounds and you accepted. 

“So, what do you think about Alpha Corp?” he asked when you were a good distance from the building.

“I’m still not sure,” you answered, unsure how much to let him in. “I guess I just need some more time to adjust. I mean, I still don’t know how I got here.”

“Wait,” he stopped walking and put his hand in front of you. “What do you mean you don’t know how you got here? Weren’t you hired on?”

“No! I had a job and an apartment and friends. The last thing I remember was leaving Target weeks ago and then I woke up here!” you shouted, finally able to express your fear and confusion to someone. “No one is telling me what my superpower is supposed to be and I hate it! I just want to go home,” you exclaimed, your voice breaking on the last word. You started sobbing, releasing the pent up emotions you’d been feeling for the last few weeks. 

You didn’t expect Dean to wrap his arms around you. You also didn’t expect him to rub your back gently. You continued sobbing into Dean’s chest, his compassion spurring you to let out everything. 

“I’m going to fix this,” Dean whispered. “I’m going to get you home.”

You didn’t get a chance to ask Dean what he meant. Meg had returned to the complex and you two had to go help her unpack the supplies. Over the next couple of weeks, you didn’t have any alone time with Dean. Eve had tasked the three of you with planning a pool party for Fourth of July. Every detail was planned out, several shopping trips were made with Meg and Dean, and the rest of the guests had been incredibly excited.

The day of the party dawned and you woke up to a perfect, cloudless, sunny sky with a nice breeze. Eve called you to her office before the party started. You were surprised to find Dean waiting in there as well. He, however, was not surprised to see you. He looked relieved, in fact.

“Y/N, welcome! It’s great to see you again,” Eve called out from behind her desk as you entered. “Have a seat. I have some great news for you.” She waited until you sat down before continuing.

“I have promoted Dean to Director of Housing and Hospitality. He has asked for you to be his Assistant Director,” Eve cheerily announced, “You two have worked well together this last month and I think it’s a great idea. If you accept,” she continued, “you’ll be working directly under Dean and reporting straight to him. However, that does mean that you’ll have to move your quarters up a couple of floors.” Eve looked a little sympathetic towards you at that; likely knowing what a pain it was to move your things, even if they easily fit into two boxes.

You glanced at Dean who had a stoic expression on his face. He caught you glancing and shot you a wink of encouragement. You took a deep breath and plastered a smile on your face. “I accept. I think it would be a great use of my skills and a way to develop my...talents.”

“Great!” exclaimed Eve, beaming at the two of you like you’d just announced a marriage. “I’ll have Aldo pick up your things from your quarters in an hour. Dean, I trust you’ll show Y/N to the new offices and quarters?”

“Yes ma’am,” Dean replied, standing up and offering you his arm. “Shall we?” he asked you before leading you out of Eve’s office to the main elevator bank. Instead of calling the elevator, though, he led you to the stairwell. When you gave him a questioning look, he just said “Trust me.”

You followed him into the stairwell, heading down three flights before he stopped and glanced up and down, looking for something almost.

“You do trust me, right?” Dean asked, his eyes concerned and his voice low.

“I do,” you answered honestly, “though I honestly can’t say why. I barely know you.” 

Dean breathed a sigh of relief and reached into his back pocket. “I told you I’d get you home,” he told you, handing you a small, thin, leather wallet. “This is how.” You opened the wallet and saw a government identification inside.

“Dean Winchester, Department of Homeland Security?” You stared at him, confused. “You’re a DHS agent? Why are you here?” 

“I’m part of a special unit of people with superpowers that have been hired by the government to infiltrate formerly untouchable organizations. Alpha Corp is suspected of being a human trafficking ring. They kidnap people who they think may have the genetics for superpowers and try to get those powers to manifest. When they do, they’re hired on and kept. If the suspected powers don’t manifest, they’re sold. I’ve been here 10 months; telekinesis. Meg closer to 14; superstrength,” Dean divulged, looking around to make sure there was no one coming up or down the stairs. “And Charlie, the security girl, you haven’t met her yet, she’s been in place for 2 years. She’s incredible. ESP, clairvoyance, superintelligence.”

“TWO YEARS?!” you shouted quietly, “How does she handle this?! I mean. Two. Years.” You were baffled at the idea that someone would be this deep undercover for that long. Being here two months and not being undercover was nerve wracking enough.

“Okay,” Dean calmed you, taking his ID back, “now that you know, PLEASE keep it under wraps. I promise,” he took your hands and looked you in the eye, “I PROMISE we will get you out of here. But it won’t be fast.”

You nodded, relieved that the rest of your life would not be spent in captivity like a poor animal in a zoo. You’d do anything you needed to just to be able to get home. 

The party went exactly as planned. The kids were having fun, the adults were enjoying themselves, even Eve was dancing and singing with some of the children. Everyone was showing off their talents and powers; an array of lights burst across the pool, people were flying through the air, selected items were being torched and rebuilt. 

But you couldn’t delight in any of it. Not now, not since you knew these people were stolen and manipulated. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see Meg approaching you. You didn’t know she was there until she spoke.

“So, Y/N,” she coaxed, “Dean told me he told you? And that you’re onboard?” She looked at you with a raised eyebrow, sipping her drink while waiting for your response.

“How much do you know?” you whispered. “Everything?” You looked at her, seeing her nod slightly. You couldn’t explain the resurgence of anxiety you felt at her knowing everything. You trusted Dean with everything you had, and you still didn’t know why, but Meg? Not so much.

“Come on,” she said, “Let’s take a walk.” You set your drink down on the table and followed her reluctantly, looking around for Dean, hoping he’d notice you and come save you, but you didn’t see him.

You walked with Meg in silence for several minutes towards the back of the property. You followed her into a copse of trees for another minute, ensuring you wouldn’t be seen by anyone. Your heart was pounding; this woman scared you and you weren’t entirely sure why. She led you into a clearing and you nearly cried. 

Dean was pacing the clearing, talking quietly on the phone. He smiled when he saw you, his hand lifting slightly in a wave. You heard him tell whoever was on the other end of the phone “They just got here. Would you like to speak with her?” He nodded then walked over to you, handing you the phone. “This is my boss, Bobby. He’d like to say hello.”

You took the phone and put it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N, Robert Singer. Dean tells me that you’re one of the victims?” the man on the other side of the phone demanded gruffly.

“Yes, sir,” you responded, “My full name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. The last thing I remember was leaving the Target near my home and then I woke up here.”

You heard a grunt of response before he told you, softer than before, “We are going to get you home. And sooner than you expect. But,” he paused, sighing, “You may have to testify against Eve. I know you don’t know much,” he added quickly, “but what you do know may be useful. Can you do that for us?”

“Absolutely,” you confirmed, “I just want to go home.”

The next month was spent working with Dean on both the case and the housing and hospitality position at Alpha. These positions afforded you first hand intel of the incoming and outgoing guests at the complex as well as descriptions to pass along to Bobby. 

You and Dean became closer. Your quarters were on the same floor, two of four designated areas. The other two were empty, you soon learned, so you and Dean spent most evenings together in one of your quarters, although apartments was a better title for what they were. 

You’d make weekly supply runs and be gone for the whole day. Outside of the complex, it was almost like you were normal people. Several older couples would approach you each time and tell you that they remember when they were first starting out; they’d talk about how he’d look at her just like Dean would look at you. Or that she’d always have the same soft smile on her face that you did.

You hated to admit to the strangers that you weren’t actually a couple, so you didn’t. But you couldn’t deny that there was something there. You were starting to feel something for Dean and that was starting to scare you a little. He was a DHS agent. A special DHS agent. This was an undercover mission. It was going to stay like this; it was his job, his career. He’d always be on something else. You just kept your feelings to yourself and tried to convince yourself that they weren’t there.

Dean called you over one day. He sounded nervous on the phone and you weren’t sure what was going on. You walked over to his apartment and found him pacing. He stopped when he saw you come in, walking over to you and kissing your forehead.

“Let’s take a walk,” he suggested, putting a hand on your lower back to guide you towards his door. He didn’t speak another word until you were outside in the clearing.

“It’s tomorrow,” he sighed. He looked nervous, and also sad. “Bobby has everything set up. You and I are going to take as many as we can and we’re going to run.” He swallowed and put his hands in his pockets. He seemed unsure about the plan, but didn’t seem to have anything else.

“Okay, I can do that,” you assured him. “I’ll grab as many as I can and we’ll go. Where are we going, Dean?”

Your unwavering trust and faith in him gave him the confidence he needed to continue. “We’ll get as many people as we can to the safe house down the road. I have the directions and the address.” He stopped again, averting his eyes and making you worry.

“Dean, what is it?” you questioned, stepping closer and placing your hand on his arm. The touch pulled his gaze up to your eyes; you saw the pain and conflict in them. “Dean. You can talk to me.”

Dean pulled his hands out of his pockets and pulled you into a tight hug. He pulled back seconds later, put his hands on your face, and pulled you in for a searing kiss. You were stunned, but immediately reciprocated. The world around you fell away; one of Dean’s hands left your cheek and wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Dean pulled away from you, just a couple of centimeters, but you missed the feeling of his lips on yours already.

“Y/N,” he whispered breathlessly, “I told Bobby that this was my last field op. And,” he paused, licking his lips, “I did it because I think I’m in love with you. And, if you’ll have me, I’ll spend every day making you believe it.” His thumb stroked your cheek while he searched your eyes for any sign of your response.

“Dean,” you sighed, “I’m in love with you, too. I know it’s not ideal, but-” You didn’t get to finish your statement as Dean’s lips were on yours again, kissing you roughly and backing you up until you hit a wide tree trunk. His hands slid down your sides and unbuttoned your jeans, slipping under the waistband of your panties and to your clit.

You  moaned into his mouth, grateful that he was there to muffle the sounds that you were making. He slid his fingers into your wet heat, groaning when your walls tightened around him. Two thrusts later, you were crying out his name as you rode out your first orgasm. 

Your hands made their way from his shoulders down to his belt buckle and began taking off his pants. He followed your lead, pulling his digits out and yanking your pants to your ankles where you kicked them and your shoes off. 

Dean’s hands found their way to your ass and pulled you against him. You took the opportunity to lift your leg and wrap it around his waist. His hand made its way to support your weight on your thigh and his other hand guided your other leg up. He adjusted your height against the tree so that he was lined up with your entrance.

“Please, Dean,” you begged, “please fuck me.”

“As long as you’re sure, sweetheart,” he agreed, slowly inching his way inside of you until he was fully sheathed and his head was pushing against your cervix. He gave you a moment to adjust before pulling out and slamming his hips back into you at a grueling pace, making you moan and slam backwards against the tree. The combination of pain and pleasure had you crying out with another release while Dean was still railing you. A new orgasm built quickly, or maybe it was just a second wave of the previous orgasm, you weren’t sure. As your pussy started clenching, Dean’s hips started stuttering; he cried out your name as he painted your walls with his seed, your fluttering walls milking him for all he had.

You both stayed there panting, his softening cock still inside you, not moving for several moments. Dean’s hands loosened their grip on your thighs, allowing you to set your feet back on the ground. The moment your feet touched the grass, however, you and Dean were back in your apartment. 

You look at Dean at the same time he looks at you, both completely confused. “Did you,” you start at the same time he said “Your powers -”

“Wait, that wasn’t you?” you questioned Dean.

“No, sweetheart,” he said, shaking his head, “I have never teleported, even after sex. That was all you. And you took me with you. That takes a good bit of power. I don’t think I could have done that after all that energy I used.”

“Alright, then,” you told him with a smile. “I can teleport. Now I just have to get it under control.”

“I’ll gladly help you out there,” he teased with a wink. “Since I helped unlock them to begin with.” 

You playfully slapped his chest and pulled him back into your bedroom. He promised to help you learn to control him and you were going to take advantage of every second of it.

The next day, Eve had you running around doing tasks that kept you away from Dean. It did, however, give you the opportunity to practice your teleportation. To keep from startling people, you just popped up in the hall outside their doors. You never knew what kind of things they’d be in the middle of and it’s better you didn’t see some of that.

You’d become much better in the last 24 hours. You figured out that you had to envision the place you wanted to be and concentrate on putting yourself into the vision. It, unfortunately, didn’t work with people. You couldn’t just teleport to Dean. You tried.

You were glad for the work. It kept you distracted enough to not freak out over what was going to happen that night. But when you clocked out and teleported back to your floor, you went to your apartment and started making a list of room numbers. The ones you had to save. 

Dean came to your apartment around 10 PM. He knocked softly before letting himself in. “It’s almost time,” he whispered, “Are you ready?”

You just nodded; you didn’t trust your voice at this point. Your nerves were in overdrive and your mind was racing a mile a minute. Everything became clear, though, when you heard shouting coming from outside.

“Time to go. Remember where I showed you?” Dean said, grabbing onto your arms.

You closed your eyes and took the two of you to the yard of a house about three blocks away. You opened them and kissed Dean on the cheek before disappearing back to the complex to start evacuating the victims.

While you were getting the victims to your designated spot, Dean was coordinating things from the outside perimeter. Until one of the last few guests found him and let him know you’d been hit getting them out. 

He ran back towards the fenced-in yard of the complex, mentally moving things out of his way as he went. When he got inside, he saw you leaning against a wall with a group of three children next to you, your arm bleeding heavily. He sighed in relief, having found you upright.

Dean rushed to your side and picked up one of the smaller children, yelling “Let’s go!” You grabbed the hands of the other two children and ran out the way he came.

You got to the safe location to find that all of the other victims had been loaded up into a bus for transportation back to the DHS facility; they hoped to reunite all of the people stolen with any family or friends they had. You loaded up the last three children and waved goodbye to them before Dean dragged you over to the medical tent for treatment.

The medic took one look at your arm and dismissed you. You walked back to where Dean was talking with Meg and an older gentleman you presumed to be Bobby. All three did a double-take when you approached, Dean having told the other two you had just gotten to medical.

“Apparently I have healing powers,” you shrugged, lifting your sleeve to show them a partially healed gunshot wound.

“Good news,” Bobby said gruffly, “We got everyone. Eve, Edgar, Aldo. Everyone.” 

You released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding and leaned against Dean who promptly put his arm around you, earning an eyebrow raise from Bobby. Before he could say anything, a small redhead approached. 

“Meg! Dean! Oh, and Bobby. Boss man,” she greeted, faking a salute to Bobby who rolled his eyes and suppressed a smile.

“Y/N, this is Charlie Bradbury. Charlie, Y/N,” Dean introduced you, arm never leaving your waist. 

“Great to meet you, Y/N,” she yawned. “It’s been a long couple of weeks. I’m glad this is over.”

“Yeah, me too,” agreed Dean. “But, you guys deserve to hear this from me.” Dean cleared his throat and continued, “This was my last op. I’m out.”

“What!” exclaimed Meg. “You cannot leave me in the field alone. And what about Y/N? She going with you or something?”

“Actually, yes,” Dean told her. “I have a house not too far from here. Bobby has set us up with ID and papers. We’ll go be normal. Ish.”

Meg was stunned into silence. Bobby shook Dean’s hand, patted you on the shoulder, and left the girls there to go talk to some other agents. 

Charlie was looking at you like she was trying to figure something out. She smiled and said, “You’ll be fine, Dean. Trust me.” She gave Dean a hug and pulled Meg away, leaving you and Dean alone.

“Ready for the next adventure, sweetheart?” Dean questioned, guiding you towards a classic Chevrolet parked in the garage of the safe house.

“Always,” you responded, truly ready for the next adventure.

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Wild Wild West

Pairing: Sheriff!Dean Winchester x Saloon Girl!Reader

Warnings: minor angst, unwanted touching/attention

Word Count: 396

Fandom: Supernatural

wild west for @acrosstheuniversebingo​

A/N: aesthetic under the cut. pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

The whole saloon is silent in fear that the big bad criminal, known as Jesse, is going to kill anyone if they even look at him the wrong way. He’s sitting, drinking warm beer, and talking with his friends, but everyone else is paralyzed with fear. You’ve always had a problem with him coming in here and ruining with things, and today is no different. You have no choice but to serve him, hoping that he doesn’t cause any more trouble than he already is. This town has had enough of him, but the sheriff has never been able to arrest him because he seems to always be one step ahead of everyone.

Well, not this time.

“Refill!” he yells, holding his glass in the air.

You take a deep breath and grab the pitcher to bring to him. He grins when he sees it’s you, and your heart sinks at how evil it is.

“Ah, thank you, Y/N. It’s always so good to see you.”

You refill his glass to the brim, but before you could get away, he smacks your ass in front of everyone. You resist the urge to smack him upside the head. All he does is laugh and remind you to “keep them coming”. You quickly head back behind the bar where you spot one of your coworkers in the very back. The very reason why this man hasn’t been arrested is because everyone is afraid of selling him out. Well, not you, not anymore.

After confirming that no one is watching you, you approach your terrified co-worker with a calm facade.

“Go get Sheriff Winchester. Now.”

“Now?” he squeaks quietly.

“Go out the back. Tell him I need him here now. He’ll want to come,” you whisper. “Go!”

The young man jumps and slips out the back. Now, all you have to do is wait for the most respected man in town to show up. Jesse downs his second glass of beer, but before you could bring him another pitcher, the double doors into the saloon slams open. If everyone was silent when Jesse came in, then it's deafening now.

“Jesse James. You’re under arrest,” Dean smirks.

You make eye contact with the sheriff, and all he does is wink. You’re safe now, and soon, Jesse will be off the streets and not be able to bother anyone ever again.

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Clear Your Head

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff  x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, vampire problems, implied smut

Word Count: 283

Fandom: Marvel

vampire for @acrosstheuniversebingo​

A/N: pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

“You have to clear your head if you want this to work,” you instruct.

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do this whole fucking time?” Natasha snaps unintentionally.

“I can leave if you want. I don’t have to be here.”

“I’m sorry,” she sighs, hanging her head. “I just don’t want to screw this up. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“You need to clear your head. Erase everything from your mind. Let the thought of doing good be the only thing you think about.” You stand behind her and place your hands on her shoulders. “Think about us. Think about how all your nerves in your body and all of your senses are heightened.”

Natasha only wants to be a good vampire. She was turned without her consent, and she refuses to hurt anyone. You’re here to teach her that being a vampire isn’t so bad when you learn to control your urges.

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Now run, and I’ll chase you,” you grin.

Natasha immediately takes off running using her new quick speed, and you give her the benefit of the doubt by giving her a five-second head start. You whoosh after her, taking the long way and intercepting her 100 yards away. You both come crashing to the ground, toppling over each other until you’re the one who is pinning her to the ground.

“You lose,” you whisper.

“That’s not fair. You’re more experienced.”

“If you practice, you’ll get better at beating me.”

“I guess I need more training hours.”

“I agree.”

“What else is so great about being a vampire?”

“Let’s go back to the house, and you’ll find out,” you whisper, brushing your lips against hers.

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Whoops

Square fill: Donna Hanscum: @spnaubingo​  // Healing Pod Malfunction: @badthingshappenbingo​ // Reporter: @acrosstheuniversebingo​ bingo // Writer’s block: TMAS // Break up/Make up: @spnmixedbingo​ // Temporary Break up @anyfandomkinksbingo​ // Trust you? I’m not sure I ever even knew you: @badbitchesbingo​

Word Count: 710

Rating: Teen

Warnings: lying, misunderstanding

Credits: Header by me // Img from google // no beta // Divider by @firefly-graphics​

A/N: Interesting Donna one-shot idea. Got a little distracted about halfway through though lol.

“Donna, don’t you trust me?” the man asked the bubbly blonde woman who was currently storming through his house after hearing part of a conversation he was having on the phone.

“Trust you? I’m not sure I ever even knew you,” she spat at him as she stomped down the stairs towards the front door.

“Baby, please just listen to me.”

“Doug, I’m not doing this with you right now,” Donna maintained as she walked into the foyer to collect her bag and her coat. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t, Donna. Could you just let me explain?” Doug begged as he followed his girlfriend to the door.

“No, Doug. I’m done. We are done. I’m out of here.” Donna walked out of the door, slamming it behind her and drove to her office, infuriated.

Donna had been having trouble compiling ideas in the week after she broke up with Doug. The news had been slow for an investigative reporter since the new president was elected. There wasn’t as much to cover or to even investigate. Until her email pinged.

It was from an email address she’d never seen before and the subject was just “You might be interested in this.” She was wary of opening the email but once she saw the photo of the document, she was interested. It was a document detailing the practices at the new spa in town. There was no signature nor was there anything in the body of the email that would point to a sender.

Donna read over the attachment several times before deciding to see about making an appointment to try several services and maybe, just maybe, catch some of these things in person.

Donna arrived at Spa Braden about half an hour early. She was hoping that she'd be able to take a look around after checking in but she was quickly ushered to the back to get changed into a plush white robe and slippers. 

“Miss Hanscum. I’m Lisa. I’ll be your spa liaison today,” the small brunette woman greeted. “We’ll start with our healing pod and move on to facials and massages after.”

“Okay,” Donna replied, taking note of everything. She allowed the woman to lead her to a strange looking chamber and get her set inside. The machine turned on for only a moment before turning back off. 

The liaison appeared in her field of vision with an apologetic face. “I’m so very sorry, Miss Hanscum,” Lisa said. “It appears that our healing pod machine is malfunctioning. I will have to rain check this service but we can proceed with the rest of your treatments.”

“Sure, you betcha,” Donna agreed, bummed because the healing pod was supposed to be the focus of her article. She finished up her massage and facial, heading home feeling much better about everything. 

When Donna arrived home, she saw Doug waiting for her on the front steps. Sighing, she walked up to the steps and stood in front of him and just waited for him to say something.

“Donna, I’m so sorry I didn’t explain what was going on but it was supposed to be a surprise,” he explained as he stood with his hands in his pockets. “I had everything planned out for us to go away for the weekend to visit your family. The hotel, the itinerary, everything was planned out down to the minute. I was going to tell you this week when this arrived.” He pulled a small envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Donna.

She looked at him skeptically as she slowly opened the envelope to reveal two tickets to a KISS concert. “Dougie, why didn’t you tell me?” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, feeling guilty that she broke up with him over a misunderstanding.

“I tried to,” he told her sadly. “I’d like another chance. I promise not to blow it this time.”

“You betcha,” Donna replied with a smile. Doug stepped forward and pulled his girlfriend into a passionate kiss. 

The couple pulled away after a moment, breathing heavily. “I was gonna tell you at the concert but, Donna, I love you.”

Donna was stunned by the declaration but was elated. “Oh Dougie. I love you too.”

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A Fresh Start

Pairing: Gardener!Castiel x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 523

Fandom: Supernatural

gardener/gardening for @acrosstheuniversebingo​

A/N: aesthetic under the cut. pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

One of Castiel’s passions is working in the garden. He can’t get enough of getting his hands dirty to help the Earth. He loves planting flowers and other plants all around his house and yard, but his favorite thing to garden is vegetables and fruits. He loves growing and making new foods from fresh ingredients, trying out new recipes, and experimenting in the kitchen.

There is nothing that could spoil his mood when he’s out in the garden.

Except for that damn dog.

This is the fifth time he’s seen paw prints in his garden, and bites taken out of his unripe fruit. He knows the dog is coming from his next door neighbor because there is a hole in the fence separating the two yards. What he doesn’t understand is why his neighbor would let their dog out and ruin his garden. He let it slide the first four times, but this is the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Castiel slams down his gloves and gets up, dusting off the dirt from his pants. He storms over to the neighbor he’s never met, determined to give whoever lived there a good lesson about keeping what's theirs on their side of the fence.

He knocks angrily on the door, holding onto all that anger. However, when the door opens, all that anger is dissipated. As soon as Castiel lays eyes on you, he can’t breathe. You’re so beautiful; he’s never laid eyes on someone like you before.

In those three seconds it takes for you to say something, he gets a glimpse into your life. Second one: your hair is in a messy bun on top of your head, your eyes have bags underneath them, and your t-shirt is wrinkled. Second two: He notices boxes scattered everywhere throughout the rooms that he can see. You must have just moved here and haven’t had a chance to unpack yet. Second three: He spots dog toys and baby toys on the ground, but he doesn’t see any indication that a spouse or a significant other lives in this house.

“Can I help you?” you ask politely.

“Um, I don’t know if you know this, but there is a hole in the fence separating our backyards, and I think your dog is getting through and into my garden.”

You look like you’re about to cry at this. You have so much on your plate that you don’t need this. Castiel sees the tears, and he immediately regrets saying anything.

“I’m so sorry,” you whimper. “I’m trying to transition into this new life and I must have not noticed. I’ll replace anything he chewed.”

“No, it’s okay. I just wanted you to know. It’s okay. No harm no foul. Listen, I’m just right next door if you ever need anything. A moving buddy, a fix-it guy, or even a friend. I’m Castiel.”

You could cry at how nice he’s being. You shake his hand gratefully, glad to have someone on your side for once even though you don’t know him.

“I’m Y/N,” you smile.

Maybe this could be a new start for you, a better start.

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My Hero

Pairing: Lifeguard!Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: accidental drowning, minor angst

Word Count: 536

Fandom: Supernatural

lifeguard for @acrosstheuniversebingo​​

A/N: aesthetic under the cut. pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

“Come on, do it.”

“Yeah, don’t you want to feel those arms wrapped around you?”

“He’s so cute.”

You and your friends gossip about the new lifeguard on duty. He only started a few weeks ago, and you’ve been to the beach ever since. He’s nicely tanned, perfectly built, super tall, and very good looking. Sam Winchester is definitely a good piece of eye candy, and he has all the girls fawning over him… including you.

“What if something goes wrong?” you ask, biting your lower lip nervously.

“Then you’ll have him to take care of you,” your best friend giggles.

You really want to know what it feels like to have those arms around you, to feel those lips against your own, and to know what it feels like to be saved by him. Since you can’t go up to him and just ask to feel his muscles and taste his lips, your friends came up with the idea of fake drowning to catch his attention.

“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. Just hold your breath and don’t come up.”

You know you shouldn’t do it, but you’re the biggest daredevil in your friend group. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you decide you’re going to do it.

“Okay, give me three seconds and then call for him.”

You sink under the water before you can think more about it. You can hear the muffled cries of your friends three seconds later, and you have to hide your smile. If you can fake this well enough, then you’ll get the kiss of a lifetime. However, the water is especially rowdy today, and you’re not expecting what happens next.

The water jerks you around roughly, not letting you breach the surface for some air. What started off as a harmless prank is now a deadly game of survival. You can’t get to the surface to scream for help, and your friends are none the wiser. As instinct, you open your mouth to breathe, but you only get a lungful of air.

You start to panic when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist. You’re pulled from the water with ease, and Sam Winchester carries you to the shore. Your friends think you’re faking, but only if they knew what really happened. Sam lays you down on the sand as a crowd starts to form around you.

Sam places two fingers at your pulse point to determine how weak or strong your pulse is. He gives three good chest compressions before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You feel an automatic spark between the two of you, like his lips were meant to be on yours. He gives one blow of air into your mouth when you pull away and cough up the water you inhaled.

Your friends realize you might not have been joking this whole time, but thankfully, they didn’t comment on it.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks, wiping the water from his eyes.

You squint at him and give him a weak smile.

“You’re my hero.”

The smile he gives you suggests you two could be more than that, but for right now, he’ll settle on being your hero.

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Across the Universe Bingo

No Pairing:

What If You Can See Angels and Demons True Forms? // free space

Castiel:

A Fresh Start // gardener/gardening

Dean Winchester:

Wild Wild West // wild west

Sam Winchester:

My Hero // lifeguard

Natasha Romanoff:

Clear Your Head // vampire

Steve Rogers:

Let Me Buy You A Book // library

Thor Odinson:

Big Shot // carnival

Derek Morgan:

Capture The Soul // artist/art student

Emily Prentiss:

Meet My Not-Girlfriend // fake relationship

Spencer Reid:

Guardian Angel // angel/demon

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Any Fandom Bingos

Fandoms included in these bingos are:

Supernatural

Criminal Minds

Marvel

The Flash (TV Show)

The Vampire Diaries

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