#but he really only submits to sam and only during his heat

[saltmonellas]

had this idea and suddenly remembered i have Hands to draw them so: (omega) boy king of hell!Sam x (alpha) guard dog Dean 😈🐶

Sam’s scent is tinged with sulfur now but that hasn’t stopped it from driving Dean crazy every time he catches a whiff of it. In fact Dean seems to not have come to terms that Sam can eviscerate demons with his brain now and keeps mother henning over Sam, something that gets so much worse during his rut. He’s stuck by Sam’s side scenting him and growling at every demon that comes their way so Sam can’t work, can’t see any of his subjects, can’t do anything but let Dean nuzzle him which turns into sex, which turns into cuddling which turns back into sex.

Dean, of course, denies any of this happening once he’s out of rut. He’s scary enough that the demons don’t bring it up around him ever. Sam would tease him about it if he weren’t the same himself when he’s in heat— though he’s more aggressive about it, more often than not dragging Dean to the nearest surface and riding him to completion when he doesn’t have the patience to ask nicely.

They��re both kinda fucked up, but oh well.

[pink-sparkly-witch]

All She Wants, Part Two

Summary: Y/N decides to leave the bunker for good when Dean reiterates that he can never give her what she wants. Struggling to adjust without her, Dean turns to hormone suppressants, unable to stomach the thought of going through a rut with anyone else.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Hormone Suppressants for @j3bingo

Warnings: omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, angst, arguments, heats, ruts, language, Dean’s still a bit of an asshole.

Word Count: 4.2k

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Being back in the bunker is suffocating, and you haven’t even been back twelve hours yet. The mild cramps in your stomach are now an annoying and constant discomfort, and being near Dean is only making it worse. Your body is so used to the green-eyed hunter that his scent has you craving him. If you don’t get out of here and find another alpha, you know you’ll cave and go to the man who keeps breaking your heart.

Digging into the depths of your meagre closet, you pull out one of the few dresses you have and get ready to have a night on the town. It’s nerve-wracking; you haven’t done this in a long time, but you need to kick old habits and rid yourself of your addiction to Dean. It’s no longer a healthy relationship—maybe it never had been—but your last time together opened your eyes and proved that he doesn’t see you as anything other than a fuck toy.

Walking through the hallways of the bunker, your heels click loudly on the cold, concrete floors as you head towards the library. You know at least one of the boys will be there, and you pray to Chuck it’s Sam. You’d skip this part entirely, given it’s none of their business, but as an unmated omega going to find someone to satisfy a heat, it’s probably best that someone knows your intentions.

As you turn the corner into the room, the scent of Dean’s agitation slaps you in the face. If you’re not careful and can’t control your emotions, it’ll end in a fight and a tumble in the sheets, and that’s really the last thing you need.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” Dean asks as soon as he sets eyes on you.

“Out,” you respond.

“You’re in heat, Omega,” Dean growls.

“I’m aware,” you can feel your body warm as his gaze on you intensifies.

“Do you think it’s wise to go out in your condition?” Dean questions, and you fight your biological instinct to shrink in on yourself and submit to him. 

“I need to find an alpha who’ll help me through this, so yes, I do think it’s wise.”

“You have me, Y/N.” Dean’s tone softens, and the hurt that flashes in his eyes almost makes you run to him.

“No, I don’t. Not anymore.” You don’t wait for his response, walking out of the library and up the stairs because you’re so close to saying screw it and making him take you right there in the library.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” you call out and shut the bunker door behind you.

You know you won’t find what you’re looking for in the bar a few towns over, but at least you’ll find someone who can scratch your current itch and make you forget about Dean fucking Winchester.

At least for a few days.

DEAN’S POV

Dean feels his heart shatter as he watches Y/N walk out the door. This isn’t how he wanted things to go with her. He wanted to talk to her and apologise for his behaviour during his last rut. At least if he’d done that, there was a chance they could still have some kind of relationship.

What they had is gone. He knows that. He’s hurt her too much. If he’d dealt with things differently, they’d still have had the potential to at least be civil to one another, but his gut’s telling him that the opportunity for civility has gone.

He can’t blame himself entirely; she hasn’t let herself be alone with him since he’d realised how much of an asshole he’d been to her. Dean had expected her to come to him last night when the scent of her heat became stronger and carried through the bunker, but she’d remained shut in her bedroom. He isn’t even sure she’d eaten since yesterday morning.

“Hey,” Sam says as he sits beside his brother and hands him a beer. “I heard you and Y/N talking. You alright?”

“No, Sammy, I’m not. You know, it never once occurred to me that what Y/N and I had could end?”

“It doesn’t have to,” Sam says softly, noticing tears in Dean’s eyes.

“Yeah, it does. I can’t give her what she wants—”

“Can’t or won’t?” Sam interrupts, and Dean’s heart pangs at the implication he’s being his usual stubborn ass alpha self.

“I can’t, Sam.” Dean didn’t usually show his vulnerabilities to Sam. He’s the pack leader and can’t afford to show weakness. The only person he’s ever shown vulnerability to is Y/N.

“Why?” Sam’s question is simple, but the weight of the answer is something Dean’s not sure he’s ready to admit out loud.

“It’s complicated,” Dean answers and takes a long swig of beer, drinking half the bottle in two swallows.

“Enlighten me, Dean, because from where I’m standing, it’s not complicated at all. You already have an emotional bond with her. You’ve been mating with her for what, six or seven years? Why is it so hard for you to claim her, have that deeper chemical bond, and make you both happy by having a couple of pups? It’d be nice to have some little ones running around here.”

“Because the second I claim her, she has a target on her back. She’ll become the hunted. Every monster on the continent will want to tear her apart to get to me. And that’s something I won’t survive.”

“So you do want to claim her?” Sam confirms, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Of course I do!” Dean’s voice booms across the library. “I love her. More than anything. I always have, but I would rather die than put her in danger because of me and who I am,” Dean can’t keep his turmoil to himself anymore. Now it’s out in the open with Sam, he can’t shut the hell up. “I have thought of every way possible to give her what she wants… for years. Give us what we want, but in every scenario, she ends up dead, and I end up alone.”

“Dean, if you keep going the way you have been, she’ll die, and you’ll be alone anyway. And if you let her walk out of here and into the arms of another alpha, you’ll still be alone.”

“I know that, Sam! But I’d rather spend the rest of my life alone and know she was safe and happy with another alpha and a few pups than put a target on her back by claiming her! What part of that don’t you understand?”

“You think Y/N would be happy with another alpha? You think she wanted to go out hunting for someone else to fuck her through her heat? You think she’s not wishing it was you? You think she doesn’t love you? Because she does, Dean! It’s clear to everyone!” Sam’s frustrations reach boiling point, and he no longer has the patience to hold back. “That curse she saved me from loosely translated to stealing what your brother has broken and making it yours. If she hadn’t got between me and that witch, and I’d been hit by that curse, I’d have claimed Y/N for myself because you’re too chicken shit to do it. You know what that means, right? That even the witch knew you were in some kind of relationship. Even just being associated with you in the way she is makes her a target. And she’s an even bigger one without a claim.”

“Then maybe it’s for the best that she’s out there trying to find someone to take care of her,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows at Sam’s exasperation.

“No, Dean! It means that, claimed or not, monsters know what Y/N is to you and you to her. It means she’s already a target, and you’ve been protecting her from the monsters for a long time. Claiming her and having pups with her isn’t going to change that.”

“Look, can we just drop this? Y/N is better off without me, okay? And nothing you say will change my mind. She deserves something good, and I’m not good.” 

Pushing his chair back, Dean stands from the table and enters the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of Scotch from the cabinet and locks himself in his bedroom to lick his wounds.

It may not be the healthiest way to deal with things, but at least getting blind drunk on whiskey will stop the images of Y/N presenting for another alpha or taking another’s knot from playing like a video in his mind.

FIVE DAYS LATER

Y/N’S POV

“You’re alive, then,” Dean’s voice greets you as soon as you step into the bunker.

“I am,” you respond, warily making your way down the stairs. You’re on high alert, knowing this could turn volatile very quickly.

“You alright?” he asks next, his eyes scanning your body for signs of injury. His gaze lingers on your neck, and when he notices it remains unblemished, he releases a breath, and his shoulders relax slightly.

“I’m fine.” It feels like you cheated on Dean, and it makes you feel so sick you want to cry.

“Good. I’m glad you’re okay. I mean, you could’ve called. Let us know you were fine. It would’ve stopped Sam and me from worrying about you every second of the day. For all we knew, you were lying in a ditch somewhere.”

“My phone’s GPS was still…” you pause and sigh, knowing you don’t need to explain anything to him. “Look, can we not do this, please?” You plead. It’s been a rough few days, and you just want to shower and sleep.

You stop next to him, waiting for him to let you pass and frown when he rears back with a snarl. 

“Go shower, Omega. The stench of sex and Alpha makes me want to vomit,” Dean growls and walks away, leaving you standing at the entrance to the library, no longer able to keep the tears in.

The decision to leave is one of the hardest you’ve ever had to make. The bunker is your home, too. Still, you know you’re no longer welcome. Dean doesn’t want you, and you’ve hurt each other beyond repair. You could’ve tried to sort this mess out. You could’ve done that rather than look for a heat buddy, but had you not gone out, you’d have fallen straight back into bad habits and Dean’s bed. You had to break ties with him completely, and the only way to do that was to sleep with someone else, even if it broke both your hearts in the process.

Between the anxiety from you and Dean’s argument after the witch hunt and your heat, you’ve barely eaten for the past week. Before you leave for good, you head to the kitchen to grab something quickly, knowing it’s late enough that both Winchesters will be in their bedrooms, and you can eat and leave undetected.

“Sneaking out on us, huh? That’s mature,” Dean scoffs, and you jump, startled by his voice coming from somewhere in the dark kitchen.

“Any particular reason you’re sitting in the pitch black, Dean?” you ask, your hackles raised and ready to flee if needed.

“Answer my question first, then maybe I’ll answer yours.”

“Come on, Dean. We both know it’s not a good idea for me to stay here,” you reason.

“But this is your home,” Dean says, and where before you only heard contempt, you can now detect hurt.

“Not anymore.” You turn to leave, deciding to just forget about food so you can get the hell out of here.

“Please don’t walk away from me, Omega.”

“I told you I’m not your Omega, Dean. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the years.”

“Y/N, please, sweetheart,” he begs, and you turn to face him, your anger rising.

“No, Dean. I can’t do this with you anymore. We can’t keep doing this same dance over and over again. I want more. I need—” Your voice catches in your throat, and you swallow down the emotion that wants to spill from you. “I need to be claimed. I need to have pups. It’s in my biology, Dean, and I can’t change that. And I can’t change the fact that if I don’t settle down soon, I’ll go feral and die.”

“And you’re gonna do that with the asshat from the bar?” Dean spits back at you.

“No! I want to do it with you, but you don’t want me!” The tears spring from your eyes, and once again, you will Chuck, or whatever fucking angel is standing in his stead, to give you the strength you need to finally leave. To break this toxic bond that’s been forged under false pretences for years.

“Y/N, I do want you. I just can’t give you what you need,” Dean pleads.

“You can,” you nod with a tearful smile. “Because even if it wasn’t in the traditional way, you gave me what I needed for years. You just don’t want to.”

“No, Omega, please.”

“Goodbye, Dean.”

DEAN’S POV

Y/N has been gone for two months, and there hasn’t been a peep from her. If Sam has heard anything, he’s kept it quiet, and Dean hasn’t asked. She’s turned off the GPS on her phone and removed the tracker from her car, and anyone he’s asked in their network either hasn’t seen or heard from her or has just told him she’s fine.

He misses her laugh and her smile. He misses her comforting scent that would linger around the bunker. He misses her soft, warm body sliding into bed next to him when she’d had a nightmare or wanted to cuddle in those first few hours of her heat before her need for him changed to something more carnal.

Yet, never once did he reach out to her. She’d made it pretty clear they were done, and he’s accepted that. What he did to her was unforgivable. Still, he’s hurting, too and feels betrayed by what she did. He may not have the right, but it’s how he feels, and try as he might, he can’t change it.

As the telltale signs of his next rut make themselves known, Dean knows this will be the hardest challenge he’s faced since Y/N left, but if she could so easily toss him aside and find someone else to mate with, so could he.

Standing at the bar, Dean preens under the attention of several omegas surrounding him. It’s been a long time since he’s had so many women fawn over him, and he guesses that being with Y/N has kept them at bay all these years.

Looking towards the other end of the bar, he does a double-take. The woman has similar features to Y/N: same eye colour, same shaped face, and from what he can see, a similar figure. It’s not her, but Dean is on his feet and making his way over to her before he can think twice about it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean gives the woman his most charming smile and feels his confidence soar as she giggles and looks down briefly before raising her eyes and batting her lashes at him. “The name’s Dean.”

“Carly,” she responds shyly, and Dean smirks.

“Pretty name. It suits you, Omega. Can I buy you a drink?” he drawls, using his alpha tone.

“Sure, Alpha,” she smiles sweetly, batting her eyes at him once more, and Dean knows he’s found a rut partner for the next few days.

“So, what’s your poison?” Dean asks, grabbing the bartender’s attention.

“Appletini,” Carly says, and Dean fights a scoff at the girly concoction. Y/N would’ve ordered a whiskey or an Old Fashioned if the mood struck her, none of this fruity shit that makes you question whether there’s even any alcohol in it.

“Whiskey, neat, and an appletini for the lady,” Dean says to the bartender.

“So, Dean, what’s a handsome alpha like you doing in a place like this?” Carly asks.

Glancing at her kind eyes that remind him so much of Y/N’s, he finds himself spilling everything to her. He’s not sure why he finds it easier to talk to a stranger than his own brother or even Cas, but he does.

“Look,” Dean says after an hour of talking and a few more whiskeys. “I came here intending to find an omega to ride out my rut with, but I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he confesses. “I’m not even sure I could… physically… uh, you know.” he chuckles.

“I think that’s a wise decision, Dean,” Carly smiles kindly. “I don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind to be mating with someone new. You haven’t fully accepted that your mate left you, and it could be dangerous for both of us if we leave here together.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s my mate. I never claimed her, so…” Dean shrugs, feeling a little bad for leading her on.

“Doesn’t matter, Dean. You bonded with her intimately, and I’m guessing you stayed faithful and only had her the entire time, right?”

“I only ever wanted her,” Dean nods and swallows another whiskey.

“So, you were together like a beta couple would be, right? Like dating but not married?” Carly replies with a knowing smile, and Dean has to admit he’s never looked at his relationship with Y/N in that way before.

“I suppose we were,” he responds with a nod to the bartender for another drink.

“Do you know where she is? Can you go to her?” Carly asks.

“No,” Dean sighs. “We have some mutual friends, but they are very quiet about her whereabouts. Don’t get me wrong, I get it. I hurt her. A lot. And I wish I’d handled things differently.”

“You’ll get there, Dean,” she smiles. “And if you don’t, try begging your friends to tell you where she is and grovel until she forgives you!” Carly chuckles and squeezes his hand. “It could be an easy fix if you can overcome your fears. It’s clear you love her, and if you can give into those feelings, you’ll work it out.”

Carly hops off the barstool and pulls her purse strap over her shoulder. “Goodbye, Dean. I hope you find your girl and make things right,” she cups his cheek and winks at him before walking away and leaving him alone.

Downing the whiskey in one, Dean throws some bills on the bar and heads to the Impala. If he’s going to see himself through his rut, he’d need a lot of provisions.

It took six days, three bottles of lube, and the help of various knotting toys for Dean to come through the other side of his rut. He can’t remember the last time one had been so brutal or unforgiving. However, now he’s out and can start taking the suppressants he got from the drugstore, so he doesn’t need to go through one again.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam asks, seeing Dean at the hob, frying bacon and eggs.

“Still feeling rough, but some food and fresh air should do me good. Please tell me you found a hunt while I was out.”

“Yeah, looks like there’s a ghoul loose in Stillwater, Oklahoma.”

“Alright, then. We’ll get everything together and leave in a couple of hours.”

“Dean, are you sure you’re up for this? You still look a little… off.”

“I’m fine, Sammy. Just ready to get out of here. Been cooped up too long.”

For the next few months, that’s what they do; move from small town to small town, saving people and hunting things, and Dean? Well, he’s just peachy.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Dean always knew the suppressants would take some getting used to. They’re the drug store variety and weren’t for long-term use. Still, the nausea and headaches are getting worse and are now accompanied by bouts of fever and a loss of appetite.

He knows his age probably isn’t helping, and the fact he’s been rejected by his mate in a roundabout way, so rejection sickness has been on his mind the past few days as his symptoms got worse.

Sam’s said he’s easier to anger than usual too, and Dean’s starting to feel constantly on edge now. He can only hope whatever this is will end soon because this fucking sucks.

Swallowing down another pill, Dean throws the pill bottle into his duffle so that he and Sam can get home, put this vampire hunt behind them, and take some time off.

Although sceptical at first, he’s now grateful he’d agreed to take a break from hunting for a couple of weeks to recoup and relax. They hadn’t stopped hunting in close to twelve weeks, and he feels awful. A little time off might be just what he needs.

“Ready to go, Dean?” Sam asks, frowning when he notices the pill bottle at the top of his brother’s bag. The younger Winchester walks over and picks it up, huffing loudly. “This is what you’ve been taking? Over the counter suppressants?”

“Yeah, so?” Dean replies.

“Dean, these aren’t for long-term use. They’re supposed to only delay a rut for a couple of weeks, not for taking every day. Why didn’t you go to a doctor and get the right thing?”

“Oh, because we have that luxury, Sammy!” Dean snaps. “‘Do you have insurance? No. What’s your address? An underground fortress in the middle of fucking nowhere.’ Seriously, you don’t see anything wrong with that? And they say you’re the smart one!” Dean scoffs and shakes his head.

“We would’ve found a way, Dean. We always do. These are probably doing more harm than good. I think it’s why you’re feeling off, and it’s only going to get worse.”

“It can’t get any worse, Sammy! Y/N left me. Nothing will ever be worse than that!” Dean yells as he grabs his bag and stalks out of the motel room, and slams the door.

Dean is agitated. So much so that even he can’t deny it. And the more he tries not to be, the worse he gets. He knows it’s annoying Sam—it’s annoying him, too—but it’s not something he has any control over. Everything is going haywire; his skin itches, sweat drips down his back, and he just wants to pick fights. That’s why he had a go at the idiot at the gas station and the douchebag from the diner. He blames Sam for that one. He wanted to keep driving, but Sammy just had to stretch his freakishly long fucking legs now, didn’t he?

When Sam finally rejoins him in the car, Dean tries to avoid his baby brother’s puppy eyes. He knows he’s fucked up. He knows he should’ve found a way to get the real thing, but the fear of a doctor telling him he’s a lost cause, that because his mate left him would mean that suppressants can’t fix him stopped him. Besides, it can’t take the ache of Y/N’s departure away. It doesn’t change the fact that as an alpha, it was his duty to claim her.

“What am I in for, Sammy?” Dean finally asks, breaking his silence on his suppressant use. He’s not sure he wants to know, but he needs to keep what’s left of his pack safe. If this ends the way he dreads, he needs to put a plan in place.

“You’ll go into a rut that can only be satisfied by uhm… your mate,” Sam says, avoiding her name so it doesn't set the older alpha off again. “And because she’s not here, you’ll go feral,” Sam sighs.

“And when I go feral, I’ll be dangerous to any omega who isn’t Y/N,” Dean finishes what Sam doesn’t say.

“I think it’s already started. I can smell your rut pheromones, but they’re… off.” Sam said.

“Listen to me, Sammy. I’m going to the safe house in Montana. I’ll let nature take its course. You will leave me there and take the Impala so I can’t get out.” Dean begins, but Sam’s quick to intervene.

“Dean, no. I can track down Y/N. When she hears what’s happening, she’ll—”

“Laugh and tell you to tell me to go fuck myself! I made my bed, Sammy. I gotta lie in it.”

“You’re signing your own death warrant!”

“Then so be it!” Dean roars, but Sam won’t back down.

“I can’t let you do that when someone can help you!”

“She won’t come because she doesn’t want me, Sam!” Dean yells. “How many times do I have to say it? She left me because I couldn’t give her what she wanted. For all we know, another alpha has already claimed her.”

“I have to try, Dean! I can’t just let you die!” Sam is trying to stay calm, not wanting to upset his brother more.

“Yeah? Well, maybe it’s what I deserve.”

“It’s not, and you know it. I’ll lock you in that cabin and take the car with me to keep you safe, but I will find Y/N.”

“Fine. I can’t stop you,” Dean relents. “But when she tells you she’s done with me, you will leave me there, and whatever happens, happens. Deal?”

“Deal,” Sam agrees reluctantly.

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[gretavanfunk]

Pearls

WARNINGS: explicit themes, murderer/attempted murderer Josh, assault, mentions of strangling, sexual behavior, fear, stalking, intruding, obsession, intimidation, trauma, while this doesn’t have any actual smut, I want to make sure I cover all of the content.

Word Count: 2,965

Author’s Note: I was in a spooky mood since it’s October. I may also need to speak to my therapist. I left it pretty open ended in case anyone wanted a part two...Enjoy!

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“I’m sure you’re only having these night terrors because it’s the anniversary of his disappearance,” Sam sighed on the other end of the phone. 

 I realized that I might have stirred up some unwanted memories when I told him about my nightmares I was having about his brother, Josh. 

 “I’m sorry Sammy,” I took a deep breath, “I just needed to talk to someone about it and since you’re my best friend, you’re the first person I thought of.”

 “Don’t be sorry,” Sam said, “It’s really okay. I would be shocked if you didn’t need to talk about what happened. Do you need me to come over?”

 “No, no,” I chuckle and look around the living room of my cabin. Just the glow from the fireplace gave this place any light right now. My power went out from the storm and I was patiently waiting for the problem to be resolved. 

 “I’ll be okay,” I assure Sam and he responded, “Okay well just let me know and I’ll get over there right away!”

 I smile at his words and nods, “Of course. Thank you.”

 We said our goodbyes and I hung up my phone and pulled my sweater closer to my body. Since the power was out, there was no heat in the house other than whatever was coming off from the fireplace and because it was Fall, the draft was hard to ignore. 

 I loved living in my cabin and usually really enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with it, but with everything that happened in the last year and on nights like tonight, it was almost impossible to relax. I know I told Sam that I didn’t need him to come over, but I was secretly hoping that he would just do it anyway. It has been extremely difficult for me to be alone since the incident. 

 I took a deep breath again and staggered through my dimly lit kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before I sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace to stay as warm as I could. Part of me thought I should just go to bed. The sooner I slept, the sooner this night would be over, but I also knew that there was no way I would be falling asleep any time soon. All I could do in the eerie silence of my living room was stare into the flames and think about what happened that night. 

 The last time any of us saw Josh was exactly one year prior. It was a few days before my birthday and he was getting really into photography during this time. Josh had me model for a few projects before, so when he asked me this time, I agreed. 

 “Would you be into doing a boudoir shoot?” Josh asked that morning while we ate breakfast together. I had stayed the night at the twins’ shared apartment since we just wrapped up shooting something for one of his film classes. 

 “A what?” I asked, mouth full of pancakes. 

 Josh’s cheeks tinted pink at my question and he chuckled, “Oh you know… like a lingerie shoot?”

 Josh slowly brushed his pointer finger over his lips and looked at me mischievously, making me a little bit nervous about whatever he had planned. 

 “Like nude photographs?” I choked and started laughing.

 “Not nude! Lingerie! I just want to dabble in the boudoir category for my portfolio,” Josh avoided eye contact as he nervously chomped on some bacon.

 “So other people will see these pictures?” I continue to grill him with questions and he shakes his head, “Not unless you’re comfortable. We can go through all of them together during editing and if you don’t want anyone to see them then I won’t submit them. Plus, if you like any, you can keep them!”

 I narrowed my eyes at him, enjoying seeing him on edge for my answer. He lifted one hand up in the air as if to say why not and pulled a funny face. I ultimately laughed at this and caved. The plan was to do the shoot at my house that evening. Josh instructed me to have two different sets of lingerie, one white and one black. So, Josh came over and set up the shoot while I got ready. I came out in a robe and he clapped his hands together.

 “Fantastic! Your makeup looks stunning,” Josh smiled, “I was thinking we could do progressive storytelling. Like, the photos can become more and more sloppy if that makes sense.”

 I smile and nod, “Yeah, I think so? You just tell me what to do!”

 Josh smirked as he nodded and I felt more nervous to do this shoot than I ever had before. I don’t think I have ever been this exposed in front of him unless the group of us went swimming together and even then, this was just so much more intimate. 

 “Are you wearing the white or the black?” Josh asked and I sheepishly responded, “White.”

 “Perfect,” he sighed, “You read my mind! Oh, I almost forgot!”

 He ran over to his bag and took out a box, opening it and handling a pearl necklace very carefully.

 “You also need to wear these,” Josh summoned me over with a wave of his hand and put the pearls around my neck for me. 

 He instructed me to take the robe off and while I did that, he turned on some light music to ease my nerves a bit, which did help. It was just the way he looked at me standing there in lingerie that didn’t let the uneasy feeling ever escape me. People always say to trust your gut, and I definitely should have listened to mine. 

 The shoot started off casual. Josh would just instruct me to lay in certain positions, looking as angelic as I possibly could. There were shots where I was sitting on my knees, candidly laughing or sweetly smiling but the more Josh shot, the more and more his instructions required me to come off as submissive. The turning point was the costume change. Once I was in the black set, there was no going back and it was something that gave me chills every time it crossed my mind. 

 When I stepped out in the new set, I watched him gawk at me for a moment before he met my eyes, nodded, and started speaking again, “Okay, so for the progression of the photographs, I was thinking these ones could be a bit darker. A bit sluttier.”

 I laughed and narrowed my eyes, “What exactly did you have in mind?”

 Josh walked toward me slowly and when we were only inches apart, he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and his eyes wandered across my face like they were searching for something. He didn’t speak, but he brought his thumb up to my lips, smearing the red lipstick I had on across my cheek.

 “Like you’ve just been fucked out of your mind, baby.”

 I shuddered at the memory of that because when it happened, I was almost aroused by it. If I knew what would happen next, I would’ve run out of my own house and never returned. 

 We had only taken a few of these “slutty shots”, me tangled in the sheets, me begging the camera for more, until he had me on my back, handcuffed to my own bed. Josh was straddling me, securing my wrists to my bed posts and when he was done, he looked down at me and smiled. 

 “You look incredible,” he whispered, “Perfect even.”

 Every shred of trust and confidence I had in this photo shoot vanished when he ran his finger down my cheek. Josh was always touchy, always affectionate but this was weird, even for him. That’s when he grabbed the pearls on my neck and any sweet demeanor that Josh had, vanished. Josh held the camera up to me and smirked, “Say cheese!”

 After the flash went off, he ripped the necklace off of me with more force than I thought he was capable of and I gasped, becoming increasingly scared of the situation. The pearls were flying all across my bedroom and Josh smiled at me, telling me not to worry. He set the camera beside us and petted my hair.

 “You’ve always had the most beautiful neck,” Josh placed both hands on either side of my neck before he clasped his grip around me. When Josh began to strangle me, I didn’t know if I would be able to break free from him. I was still handcuffed to my bed and I was screaming, but since I lived in the middle of nowhere, I knew the odds were not looking good. The more I struggled, the tighter Josh squeezed me. The look in his eye will never leave my thoughts. It was so animalistic, unlike anything I have ever seen from Josh. He looked almost unrecognizable.

 However, I did get away. It happened so quickly, but one of the handcuffs broke and since I kept pulling on them, trying to breathe, my hand flew away from the bedpost and hit him right in the temple. Miraculously, he knocked out and I freed myself from the other handcuff. I grabbed the robe quickly and I fled my house. 

 The hardest part about all of it was trying to explain it to Sam and Jake. How was I supposed to tell them about this? I didn’t know if they’d believe me and at first, they didn’t. Or at least, they didn’t want to. Even when I showed them the bruising on my neck, Jake wouldn’t even talk to me. Sam believed me first and he wanted to rush me to the hospital, but that’s one thing I never did. I never told anyone else about what happened. I probably should have, because maybe he wouldn’t be missing now and I wouldn’t have to worry about him coming back here and trying to finish the job. 

 But, I couldn’t ever bring myself to turn him in and when Sam and I returned to my house the next day, there was no trace of Josh anywhere. All of his stuff vanished and none of us have heard from him or have seen him since. 

 Suddenly, the phone started ringing and I jumped. I ripped my eyes away from the fire and saw Sam’s contact photo across my screen.

 “Hello?” I answered.

 “You need to come to Jake’s apartment right away,” Sam said, rushing to get his thoughts out.

 “What? Why? What’s going on?” I asked and Sam spoke quickly and sternly, “Just hurry. We have something to show you.”

 He hung up and I slipped my shoes on, putting the fire in the fireplace out and grabbing my car keys. I locked the front door in a hurry and rushed out to where my car was parked, turning it on and pulling away from my house. I hated driving in the dark, and since I was surrounded by wilderness, my mind always played tricks on me. I turned the music up to try and distract myself from the nerves and speed as quickly as I could into town and into the parking lot of Jake’s apartment building. 

 Sam was outside of Jake’s building, ready to greet me but he didn’t look happy. His face was pale and it seemed that he just had all of the energy inside of him forced out. 

 “Hey!” I spoke as I got closer to him and we embraced each other. He opened the door and motioned me inside, never taking his arm off my shoulders.

 “Jake and I found some pretty interesting stuff,” Sam sighed, “And I just want you to be prepared when you see it. It’s disturbing.”

 “What is it?” I asked as we climbed the stairs, “Well, we went into Josh’s room.”

 A million questions filled my mind, but I was so nervous that I couldn’t get any of them out. We finally got to Jake’s apartment and Jake was standing in the living room, pacing.

 “Hey,” he said calmly, “I hadn’t been in there since he left. If I would’ve known, I would’ve told you way sooner.��

 I shook my head, “What is it? Show me.”

 Sam removed his arm from my shoulders and snaked his hand into mine, giving it a squeeze, “Just be warned. It’s going to stir up a lot of things for you. But you are safe with us and we couldn’t keep it from you.”

 I nodded and he led me down the hallway, Jake following us closely. The door to Josh’s room was cracked and Sam pushed it open to reveal Josh’s bedroom walls covered in pretty much every photograph he ever took of me. My face, my silhouette, pictures of us together, even pictures of me and Sam covered every square inch of his room and my mouth fell open.

 “What?” I whispered and Jake took a deep breath.

 “I just think it’s important that you know,” Jake said, “It looks like he had a very intense obsession with you.”

 I bring both of my hands to cover my mouth as I take in the sight of everything. His room was untouched, so Jake’s claim of not coming in here checks out. But, as I scan the room, my eyes find the box. The black velvet box from that night. The box that he had the pearls in. He was here. He came home afterward. I gasp and Sam looks at me, before looking at what I’m looking at.

 “What’s wrong?” he asks and I walk over to the desk that the box is set on.

 “This,” I say as I lightly brush my fingers over the velvet, “He brought this to my house that night. He made me wear these pearls that he had in it.”

 I look back at Sam and Jake and they look at each other before looking back at me. Jake rubs the back of his neck, “So he came back.”

 I nod slowly and I turn my attention back to the box, horrified by seeing, even feeling it. I place both of my hands on it and pop it open, closing my eyes for a moment before I peek at it. My hand immediately claps over my mouth as I see it. The necklace, mangled and broken, lay inside the box and I can’t stop myself from sobbing. I slam the box shut and run into Sam’s arms. He rubs my back as I cry. 

 “This is sick,” I sob, “I need to go home!”

 “Are you sure?” Sam asks and I nod, “I can’t be here. I can’t be in his space. I need to get out of here!”

 I feel Jake’s hand on my shoulder, “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t know.”

 “It’s not your fault, Jake,” I sniffle, “Just please, take me home.”

 Sam ushers me out of Josh’s room, “Hey! It’s okay! I’ll take you home. Let’s go.”

 Jake came after us and offered his apologies again and I just wiped my eyes and gave him a smile before Sam and I were out the door. It was all reminding me too much of where we were a year ago, both silent, minds racing as we tried to wrap our minds around what was going on. Josh attempted to murder me and he could have done it if it weren’t for my dumb luck and those cheap handcuffs. I have wondered where he could be every day for the past year. What was he doing, now? Had he been successful in his efforts with someone else? After it happened, I struggled with every single memory I had of him.

 He was the kindest Kiszka. Always bubbly. Always the star. Josh was the most charismatic person I had ever known, but the darkness he revealed to me that night overshadowed all of it. How were they the same person? How long has Josh been wanting to do something like this? It fucked up every logical thought I had and while we all tried to recover, Sam and I latched onto one another more than we ever had. 

 He pulled up to my house. My power must have come back because every light in the house was on but the same dark and creepy feeling sunk in. As we approached the front door, I noticed a note taped to it and the hairs on my arms shot straight up.

 “What is that?” Sam asked and I ripped the note off the door, bringing it closer to my face.

 “Happy Birthday Princess” is all the note said and I felt my breath get caught in the back of my throat. Sam took the note from me as I stood there frozen in shock. He slipped my keys out of my hand and unlocked the door. When he went to open it, I grabbed his arm.

 “What if he’s here, Sam? We can’t be here.”

 “We don’t know if he’s here,” Sam gave me a small smile, “I’m not going to let him hurt you. I promise.”

 I stood close to him, hanging on for dear life as the front door creaked open. Littered all over the floor were pictures. The pictures from that night. All of them. The ones in the white outfit and the ones in the black. I shrieked when I realized that he had been in my house after I left and Sam picked up one of the photographs. This one was of Josh’s hand around the necklace, right before he ripped it off. Sam turned the photo over and found written in red ink,  “This one’s my favorite.”

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 18

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

NOTE: Third Person POV starts after this sign: " ✪ "

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

With Bucky, three short days felt like three months.

The next few days were spent oh-so-blisfully slow with Bucky constantly next to you, either naked or clothed. You were always at each other's skin and flesh the second you would close your laptop (you have been busy doing your end of the presentation you had to pitch in next week for Sam, after Steve gets you formally and officially fired). You’d be making out on the couch and soon afterwards, clothes flew around like money being tossed carelessly. No matter what the situation was, it always ended up with you naked, grasping each other's bodies, grazing each other's skin — in your bedroom, in the kitchen, in the shower, and on the living room floor. He wore you like a necklace, your thighs wrapped around his neck as you sat on the kitchen counter, him on his knees, devouring every bit of you. That time, you tried your best to stare at him as he ate you.

Tantalizing were his eyes, his mouth moving against your core. Legs shaking, you’d scream his name over and over again as you came all over his mouth, your screams clashing with the sounds of pots clanging against each other.

Then, you’d move to the shower where you had your thighs wrapped around his waist, your bare back against the bathroom's slippery walls as he thrusted inside you. His strong hands kept you steady the whole time as your legs trembled around him, making you weaker and weaker each second, like your knees had been struck by a wrecking ball.

He gave and he gave and he gave pleasure, riding you into your euphoria, into your oblivion. You were no longer the master of your body. You became his, as he was yours. You submitted fully to his godly control. The phrases "fuck, babydoll" and "you feel so fucking good" and "say my name, sweetheart" were forever etched in your brain. You kept the frustration of not being in control to yourself. You kept it all as he instructed you to say his name, say it louder until you could no longer remember yours, until you could no longer hear the dripping noise of the water droplets against the floor.

His face, the epitome of a god and a devil. A god that brought your voice and soul to heaven, so bright and glorious. And a devil that brought unholy things to your body.

As much as you had your thighs wrapped around him, you knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You knew it all too well.

Since then, you couldn't hear the clinking of utensils against each other or the faucet leaking or any kind of liquid dripping without seeing what Bucky looked like during those hours — knees on the ground, head between your thighs, body dripping with water along with your juices. And how he made you feel. God, the thought of him alone already brought you to heaven.

Afraid that you won't be able to get your mind (and body) off of Bucky, you texted Nat to meet you in a coffee shop a few blocks away from the apartment, hoping she could accompany you while working on the pitch deck. If you spent one more time with Bucky with your presentation undone you would be — well... Either way, you would be screwed.

This morning, you left a note on the nightstand, letting Bucky know you were with Nat. You planted a fleeting kiss on his forehead one last time, smiling at him, hating to leave his side, before heading out to meet with Nat who was almost an hour late, anyway. Still, you didn't get much done, missing Bucky's presence.

Then the hopes of getting your mind off my man went down the drain, hearing the clinking of glasses and the dripping liquid from espresso machines on the café counter. You bit your lip, staring at the laptop screen in front. Your screams echoed on the walls of your brain, together with morphed images of you and Bucky leaving your traces everywhere in the apartment, tainting lust everywhere. You bit your lower lip harder. A sudden rush of heat climbing on your body, from your toes, to your thighs, and your center.

Why didn't I just go to the public library?

"... Y/n? Hello? Earth to y/n?"

The images vanished like dust in the wind, and were replaced by Nat snapping her fingers on your face. Bucky's voice, together with yours that were echoing in your mind soon became faint street noise, along with the café's playlist. "Are you okay?" She asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

With your throat dry, you cleared your throat (which hurt even more). "Y-yeah." You finally managed to say. "Yeah, no, I was just having a tiny problem. You know what, I'm thirsty," You tapped a waitress' shoulder, "Hi, can I please have a glass of cold water? Thank you."

With that, she nodded and turned around, fetching what you needed. As soon as she handed you the glass, you immediately downed the whole thing but it still didn't quench your thirst.

"Is he riding you?"

You nearly choked on your water, hearing Nat's question. "W-what?"

"Sam Wilson. I mean, the work. With Sam?" Nat frowned, stirring her cup of coffee. "Is he?"

"Oh no, not at all! He's been really great and very appreciative." You replied. "But he has this assistant who's a complete total bitch. Even Bucky doesn't like her."

"Oohhh, interesting." she said. "Tell me all about it."

Thankfully, telling Nat about the meeting that happened three days ago did get your mind off Bucky. Highlighting the little banter you and Sharon had in line with the models and the whole marketing strategy was Nat's favorite. Of course, Nat lived for the drama. Especially if it were others'. To her, you were just characters on a television show. Now, all she needed was a bucket of popcorn.

"You should've seen the whole thing, Nat." You smirked. "The look on her face when Sam agreed with me? Priceless!"

"Wow, you ate her up." Nat chuckled. "Now, I'm sad I missed the show. If I were there, I would've taken a photo of her disappointed, sad ass and had it framed and had it hung on the bar. Steve would approve of it."

You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head. Even though that was pretty badass of you to do, Sharon was a woman living in a man's world and as you thought about that encounter, she was just doing her job. If she were a man, you would've still said the same thing. "Too harsh. A little cheer would suffice."

Nat rolled her eyes. "Like a woop, woop?"

"I mean not literally but sure. Whatever floats your little boat."

"Peter was right. You're a boring old hag." A sip of coffee. "Hey, how's the little skipper, anyway? I miss that little kid."

You fowned. She always had a nickname for Peter. If it's not skipper, it's slugger, or sport, or tiger, or any nickname for a kid you could think of. "You know he's just as young as I am, right?"

"The guy looks like a kid and sometimes acts like one." Nat pursed her lips, pointing it out. "So, when's he getting back from his corporate retreat?"

The last you heard from Peter was yesterday when he sent photos of him and the rest of his team somewhere by the lake. He looked a bit worn-out by the deep bags under his eyes but his wide smile said otherwise. Winston Schimdt was with him in all the photos, hair still perfectly gelled, spiking up in one direction. You wondered how much gel he always had to consume. And then felt sad for his sticky hair.

"Some time on Tuesday, I think." Then, you showed the photos to Nat who carelessly took the phone from your hands.

"Where on earth is this?"

You shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. I couldn't even pin his location. It seems like he's literally off the radar."

"Maybe he's in a galaxy far, far away." Nat joked, remembering Peter's fondness for Star Wars. "What do you even do on a corporate retreat? Think about money?"

"I don't know but whatever it is, he says it'll help keep his mind off things." You said, leaving out the part that Peter was, dare you say, "lovesick." You honestly didn't mind telling it to her but you just knew that she'd ask you a bunch of questions you don't even know the answers to.

Nat nodded while scrolling mindlessly on your phone like it was her own. You tried to get it back but she gripped it tighter.

"Hope Bucky's taking care of you? Oh," she lifted her eyes back to yours, the light on your screen illuminating her smirking face, "he's taking care of you, alright. I heard you two haven't been able to keep your hands off each other. You're like... leeches."

"Ew. Think of another metaphor." You scrunched your nose up, cringing.

Nat took it way too seriously, thinking off into the far distance. "Barnacles on a boat?"

"No."

"Sorry, that's all I can think of."

You chuckled. "Where did you hear that, anyway?"

"I didn't."

"So, how did you — "

"Remember how you found out about me and Steve?" She cut you off.

You hid your face on your palms as soon as the realization dawned on you. "Oh no."

"Oh yes." She took another sip of her hot coffee, her eyes fixed on you. "Babydoll, you've been wearing him like a damn perfume since day one and you love it."

And just when you thought you had kept Bucky away from your mind, there he was again, slithering his way back. The images flashed back, like a montage in a romance film — however cliche that sounded.

"Well, I don't not love it." You shied away, looking down on your shoes which still had a tiny bit of mud from your previous running sessions.

"So, you two are dating now?"

You sheepishly nodded your head, avoiding her stare. You told her about that same day you had your meeting: Sam's confrontation and the conversation you and Bucky had that night. As much as you didn't want to put a label on things, and as much as you hated the god-awful "talk", you fat did it anyway, under the stars as you lied on your backs in that little tent of yours.

"Sometimes, I think," Bucky traced the stars in the pitch-black skies with his finger, "that the stars aligned for us." He finished by poking your nose which elicited a giggle from you. A weird sound you only used with Bucky, and for Bucky.

You turned around and wrapped your arm around his torso. "You're getting cheesier and cheesier each day, Mr. Barnes."

"You bring it out of me, doll." He chuckled.

"Hey, why do you call me doll?" You asked in a whisper. "I'm sure as hell do not look like one."

He looked at you and traced your jaw with his finger, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. "Dolls are sweet yet fun to play with. Remember when I made you that drink? You said it tasted fruity and minty — "

"Fruity and minty." You laughed, reminiscing.

"And I've never played with quite a doll before." Then, he met your eyes. "Then, you happened."

"When you say play, not like, playing with my feelings, right? 'Cause you know this doll can punch, James. I won't hesitate."

"Don't worry, y/n." he kissed the tip of your nose.

The word "dating" wasn't explicit at that moment, but you didn't need to, anyway. All you needed to hear from him was the next words he uttered:

"I won't give you any reason to."

"What have you guys been doing when you're not having sex, anyway?"

"Nat." You scolded but answered anyway. "We watch movies."

"Boring."

"Oh, you know what's a good movie?" You asked, ignoring Nat's little comment. "The Grand Budapest Hotel."

"It's Budapesht."

You tilted your head to the side, frowning. "I'm pretty sure it's Budapest. 'Cause y'know, Budapest is the Budabest."

"No. Budapesht." She insisted.

"Budapesht is the Budabesht?" She nodded. "Yeah, that doesn't sit right with me. I'm gonna stick with Budapest."

"Anyway... will you tell Peter about you two when he gets back from... wherever the hell he is?"

"Well, yeah of course. It's Parker." You replied, chewing your inner cheek. "But not right away." Bucky's words echoed in yours.

"Oh, you're gonna butter him up." Nat chuckled, finishing her cup of coffee. "I know how. Give him free drinks for life."

"Even if I wanted to, I can't 'cause last night was my last shift at the bar." You smiled proudly, thinking back to the last drink you ever made last night. Everyone was there to witness it — except Sam. When you sent the photos to Peter, you were bombarded with a series of questions that you promised to answer once he gets back.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Nat suddenly exclaimed, catching other people's attention, clearly annoyed with her. She stifled a giggle, looking away from them. "That reminds me." She said it quietly this time. "We're throwing you a little party tonight. Steve's idea."

"Like a surprise party?"

"Well, it's not a surprise anymore 'cause I blabbed. So, act surprised when you get there and finish up your presentation."

You posed no further questions, the idea of a surprise party warming your heart. You just smiled at Nat, and got back to the laptop screen. "Yes, ma'am."

Later that night, you did as you were instructed to do as you opened the door to the bar: act surprised. "Oh my god, you guys!" You exclaimed, putting on a wide smile on your face. The small party might have been a surprise but the decorations put up wasn't. Hanging from the ceiling on multiple threads were your photos which used to be on the walls.

Every single one of them.

Below were everyone waiting —Nat, Steve, Nick, Bucky and even Sam — and watching your reaction as you adored the whole set-up. Steve was the first one to approach you, enveloping you in a hug.

"Oh my god, Steve." You muttered, hugging him back.

"Surprised?"

"Not really." You pulled away. "A pretty little number may have told me." you said, looking over at Nat who already had a beer in her hand. She acknowledged you by winking.

"Natasha." Steve sighed, also looking at Nat. Caught, she turned around and took a big gulp of her beer.

You began to walk towards the little group; an odd combination of people, you might as well add. "This is amazing, Steve."

"The whole party was my idea but these photos?" He said, pushing you carefully towards Bucky's direction who took delight in your expression. "Was your man's."

You walked towards Bucky, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Hey, you."

"Hey, doll." He greeted, kissing your cheek. "Like the place?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it!" With your arm still around his neck, you admired the photos hanging from the ceiling once more. Bucky let you go, greeting the others as well.

Nick engulfed you in a hug, and whispered. "If he hurts you, I'll kick his ass."

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Nick, you can't even hurt a fly. But thanks, anyway. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"You better." He said. “We actually got acquainted while we were decorating the place. He's a good man, y/n. It's a good thing you didn't go out with me."

"If you want, I'll set you up with Parker." You joked.

"Ha-ha, you're a very funny girl."

With all the tables drawn towards one side of the bar, a big space on the center was in view, perfect for dancing or any kind of performance you could possibly think of. You all went towards one of the largest booths that could accommodate all of you. On the table were a bunch of American food — wings, fries, burger, you name it. And of course, cold beer.

While eating and finishing your first bottle of beer, you asked the group to settle a tiny debate, which Nat didn't like.

"It's Budapesht!" Nat exclaimed, insistent. A crack on her voice was evident.

"Budapest!" Nick boomed, downing his first bottle. "Don't you know how to spell? It's clearly Budapest!"

"I told you, it's not Budapesht! Budapesht is not the Budabest. Budapest is!" You argued with Nat, high-giving Nick. "Team Budapest for the win!"

"Take it easy there, honey." Bucky chuckled, grabbing you by the waist.

"Budapesht!"

"Budapest!" You and Nick exclaimed.

"I'm Russian, it's Budapesht!"

"Bup-bup-bup-bup." Sam butted in, one elbow on the table, a finger pointing up the ceiling. "If there's a swarm of termites in my house, do I call the pest control, or the pesht control?"

"Ha! Budapest wins!" You yelled which annoyed Nat to no end. She threw a stick of fries to your face. "Hey!"

"Come to Russia." She said in an accent. "I dare you."

You all broke out in a laugh.

After eating most of the food, Steve stood up, retrieving something from the back of the bar. When he came out, a big karaoke machine was wheeled in. "Rented this baby for a special occasion." Steve said proudly, slapping the top of the karaoke machine. On his other hand was "Who wants to go first?"

"Hell yeah, I'd go first!" Sam shouted.

You couldn't even begin to describe the first few hours of that night. Sam and Nick were the most wasted among all of us, quickly developing a weird friendship. They hogged the karaoke machine the most, singing duets, singing a LOT of Adele, and Lady Gaga. At one point, Sam even sang a Taylor Swift classic, We are Never Ever Getting Back Together, and made a weird "weeee" sound while singing the song which cracked you all up. Steve sang an old mellow song. Nat sang American Pie, her raspy voice blending all too well with the melody. The only people left who haven't got a chance to sing and dance on the floor were you and Bucky.

"Come on, you lovebirds!" Sam groaned, shoving the songbook in front of your faces.

The others joined in a chant, finally convincing you and Bucky. You stood up, hand in hand, and approached the machine. "Wait, before we start," Bucky said, holding up a bottle of beer, "let me raise a toast to the girl I like most — "

"Oh, Bucky."

"To y/n!" He said your name proudly, raising his bottle. The others did as well, saying your name.

"And to Steve!" You raised your own. "For having the guts to fire me."

"To Steve!"

"And to you," you turned towards Bucky, "for believing in me."

"Oh, cut the crap already!" Nat shouted, cupping her mouth with her hands. "Sing, bitches!"

And on cue, Bucky punched in some numbers. A familiar melody came out, which made you shake your head at Bucky. "Oh god no."

"You love this song!" Bucky said.

"No, you love this song!"

He started to sing the first verses and when he almost came to the chorus, he offered his hand. "Come on, doll. Sing it with me... Now, I've got you in my sights. With these..."

"Hungry eyes!" You finally gave him, letting him pull you towards his body so you can share the microphone.

"One look at you and I can't disguise!"

"I've got hungry eyes. I feel the magic between you and I!"

"I feel the magic between you and I!"

You continued to sing, your backs facing the door. Suddenly, another voice chimed in, making you and Bucky turn around.

"Hey, guys!" Peter closed the door behind him, dropping his bags on the floor. "What did I miss?"

✪

On a high-rise building in the Upper East Side, Tony Stark of Stark Industries sat on his office chair, looking over the never-sleeping New York City. He watched the cars and people go by, like watching ants do their work in an ant-farm. So tiny. He thought, happily sitting on his empire he had been building for decades. He watched in amusement as more and more car lights appeared. The hues of red and yellow looked like teeny little dots in his view, which reminded him of stars, making himself the glimmering moon which stood high up on the skies, unreachable yet adored by the many.

A knock on the door interrupted his high. "Come in." Tony said.

A tall figure walked in, with legs that could go for miles and with hair as golden as the sun. "Sir." He spoke.

Tony didn't turn around in his chair, rather he looked at the tall glass windows in front of him. The city lights became blurry. All Tony could see now was his reflection staring back at him, and Jarvis'. He glanced at Jarvis on his right, then back at his own. "Jarvis." He acknowledged. "You have something for me, I believe."

"Yes, sir." Jarvis replied, the English accent heavy on his tone. "But I'm afraid you're not going to like it."

A frown started to form on Tony's face. "James?"

"Yes, sir." The tall blonde replied.

Bucky had been missing quite some appointments with potential partners and investors. Not that he did most of the work, anyway. He would sit in on meetings on end, letting his assistant or Leonard, his concierge, deal with the negotiations. In the end, Bucky gets most of the profit "running" the hotel. He was merely a figure, a presence needed for signatures on piles of papers. But he would know if he was being undermined, if he was being scammed. He knew how to handle business but he just chooses not to. No one knew this, of course, not even Peter; except the parties involved on Bucky's side and Tony Stark. Tony lets it slide, only because the White Wolf had been improving the past years but God did he hate that name.

"I gave you that hotel and no way in hell are you changing the name." Tony sternly said. They were eating dinner at a fancy restaurant in the Upper East Side.

Bucky's treat to butter him up for his good news. Well, good news for Bucky but not so much for Tony.

"I knew you'd say that." Bucky replied. "That's why I went ahead and scrapped the old name and changed it into something new while the renovation was happening."

"Oh, James." Tony sighed, his knife stopping midway through the juicy steak. "What's the name?"

"White Wolf."

"Oh for fuck's sakes."

"Mr. Stark?" Jarvis repeated for the third time, finally grabbing Tony's attention.

"Sorry." He replied. "So, what is it? What did you find?"

"Mr. Barnes has been seeing a girl."

Tony rolled his eyes and finally turned around in his chair, looking at Jarvis. "He's always seeing girls."

"I'm afraid it's different this time, sir. It's why he's been missing a lot of meetings lately. And it's just not a girl." He said.

"Apparently, she's Peter's best friend."

"Huh, that's a twist. Around Peter's age?"

"Yes."

"That is new."

"But that's not all, sir. I'm afraid James is getting acquainted with Mr. Rogers once more."

Tony's body stiffened. Eyes unblinking. "Rogers? Steve Rogers? Are you sure?"

"A hundred percent. This girl James has been seeing is an employee of Mr. Rogers. Some kind of bar underneath an apartment building on the Upper West Side."

Tony frowned. "I thought Rogers had been taken care of."

"He was, sir. This was just some... big coincidence."

"It's a big mistake." He spoke. "I need you to keep an eye on James and pull out Rogers' files. Find anything — everything you can about this new life of his."

"Understood, sir. How about the girl?"

Tony frowned, not seeing anything wrong with it. "I won't worry about it too much. If he falls in love, then that's good." His eyes flickered to the photo of Peter's mom who passed away years ago. "I mean, I did before."

"Alright, sir. I'll be heading out now."

He nodded, watching Jarvis walk away from him. "Jarvis."

Jarvis stopped in his tracks and turned around to face his boss once more. "James can never know, Vis. He can never know."

[idreamofplaid]

The Feel of a Heartbeat

Square Filled: Autumn for @spngenrebingo​; Meet Cute for @spnfluffbingo​; Heat or Rut Blockers for @spnabobingo​

Characters: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: Sam lost his Omega many years ago and gave up on the idea of ever having another, but he’s about to find out that part of his life isn’t over.

Word Count: 4161

A/N: I thought this was a oneshot. There’s a Part 2 in the works. That’s where the smut is gonna happen. 😉 This story is also asking to be even longer than that. There’s the question of why Dean needs the pie that I want to answer. 🙂

Created for @spngenrebingo @spnfluffbingo & @spnabobingo

Sam had told himself any number of lies over the years. More than once, he had told himself this was the last case; and then he was out. Out never came. He was still hunting, and it was his life now. He had assured himself that everything he’d done had been for the greater good without any selfish motives. He’d also told himself he was evil, and neither was true. Sam had learned he was more complex than the simplicity of either of those things. 

The biggest lie he’d told himself was that he shouldn’t have an Omega in his life; it was better if he didn’t. He had tried commitment once, and it had ended badly. Very badly. He had watched his Omega die, burning on the ceiling. It had taken him years to come back from that.

Thankfully, the grief had initially suppressed his ruts. It also took away his scent. This became evident to him when his ruts finally returned. Normally during a rut, Omegas would be drawn to him. They would practically surround him, needing and wanting his knot. He still got his fair share of flirting and attention, but it wasn’t the same; and for Sam that was a relief.

Sam had no interest in the attention of an Omega or anyone else. His heart still hurt too much for Jessica and the guilt he felt for his perceived role in her death was too strong. A part of him had been taken away, ripped from him in the cruelest way imaginable. A couple of times he had sought out the company of an Omega when the pain of needing to mate had become too great, but the relief his body found only crushed his heart more. None of them was Jessica, and he didn’t dare to let himself feel anything like what he’d felt for her again.

That’s when Sam started taking suppressants, and he had been taking them ever since. They had blocked his ruts and brought a certain peace to his life, but no satisfaction. He just told himself that part of his life was over; his chance to bond himself with another was gone. Over the years, he found ways to accept it and deal with the resulting emptiness. Mostly, this involved burying himself in research and killing monsters, but the loneliness never went away.

Sam’s life changed on the day he walked into Lebanon’s one and only bakery looking for pie. One of the effects of the suppressants he took was that they not only erased his scent but also the scent of any nearby Omega, taking away any temptation and the possibility of fulfillment or pain. As he stepped inside the bakery, it was more than just pie fillings and frosting he smelled. 

The scent of pumpkin and sugar was heavy in the air; but what Sam smelled wasn’t muffins. This fragrance was laced with the aroma of crisp fall air, the way the day smells when you walk through an apple orchard while the trees are heavy with fruit and the fallen leaves are crunching beneath your feet. This smell was all delicious Omega, and that was something Sam hadn’t smelled for a long time. 

He hadn’t thought about it much really. It didn’t register with him that when the suppressants took away his scent and his ruts, they also took away his ability to smell Omegas. Then Sam saw her. He was instantly overwhelmed by the combined smell of sweetness, warmth, and freshness. It made his heart race, his knees a little weak, and his cock twitch with interest. 

It absolutely couldn’t be. Sam stood unmoving for a minute, transfixed by what was happening to him. He had been barely nineteen when he’d last felt something like this. It was unmistakable, and were it not for the suppressants; he would have probably gone into rut right there.

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Y/N was putting apple turnovers in the display case when Sam walked through the door. His presence filled the space as soon as he stepped into her shop; her senses tingled, and she could feel him. When Y/N looked up, she saw a man so handsome that for a moment she forgot what she was doing. 

His hair grazed his shoulders, and those shoulders were the broadest ones she’d ever seen. His eyes were a soft, warm hazel highlighted with green. Then he smiled, and her knees went a little weak. Dimples. How could a man who looked this strong also have dimples so adorable? Y/N tried not to stare at his muscles; his pecs were straining against the first closed button on his shirt, and his biceps filled the sleeves of the plaid flannel he was wearing to their limits. She silently reminded herself to stay focused.

She looked up and smiled her brightest. “Hi. What can I help you with today?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she could feel a blush creeping into her cheeks. It wasn’t cupcakes she wanted to give him.

Sam smiled even bigger, and she could swear she saw a certain kind of gleam in his eye. It was the kind that only Alphas have. His expression was self assured and sexy, the kind of look that made an Omega want to submit and be marked. She told herself she had to be imagining it. This guy wasn’t an Alpha. If he was an Alpha, she would be able to smell him.

This tall, handsome, every bit an Alpha but the smell, man opened his mouth to speak; and his voice had a depth and a richness that calmed her on a primal level. He had the soothing tone that an Alpha would have only with his Omega. It was the way she had always imagined it, and him, to be. 

Sam interrupted the confusion of her thoughts. “I need a pie.” A bit of hair had fallen across his temple, and all the Alpha power she had sensed earlier was replaced with an almost boyish charm. He tilted his head to the side, and his hair moved over his forehead. “That is, my brother needs a pie. I need a pie for my brother.”

His awkwardness was cute, and she decided she must have imagined the Alpha thing. None of the Alphas she’d ever known could so endearingly fumble their words. He chewed at his bottom lip and tried again. “I mean I’m here to buy a pie for my brother because he’s been having a rough time lately, and pie cheers him up.”

He was handsome and thoughtful too. “Okay. I think I have exactly what you need.” There went her word choice again, sending her mind in other directions. “Do you want something with fruit? I made the cherry and apple fresh this morning. I’ve also got chocolate, banana creme, and lemon meringue, or you can order anything off the menu, and I’ll have it ready tomorrow afternoon.”

She gestured over her shoulder to the menu, but Sam was quick to answer. “No, I...um, definitely need it today.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck, and she noticed how long and thick his fingers were.

Her voice took on a softness and a certain seriousness. “Apple is a great choice for this time of year.” Whatever this situation was with his brother, she wanted to help him. She felt it was her place to help him. He had activated all her Omega senses. She was still confused about how, but it had definitely happened.

Y/N lifted the fresh baked pie from the case. The crust was beautiful. She had taken great time with it, working the crust into a work of art. She had carefully latticed the top with the strips of crust weaving over and under each other and offering a peek of the fruit underneath. 

Y/N was proud of that pie, and that was the one she wanted him to have. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, and Y/N noticed he started to take out a credit card; but then he handed her cash instead. “I’m Sam. Thanks for this. I’m sure Dean will like it.”

She handed him his change, and her fingers lightly grazed his palm as she did. “I’m Y/N.” She smiled. “Come back next week. I’ll be making pumpkin spice muffins with cream cheese frosting and cinnamon apple bread.” He nodded and treated her to another dimple adorned smile before he took the boxed pie from her and left with a jingle of the bell over the door.

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Sam couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was something about her smile, something about the way he looked at her, and when she touched his hand; it felt like he had come home. There was something so familiar about her, like he knew her, but he was sure he’d never met her before. 

The next week he left his salads and smoothies behind for another trip back to the bakery. It was fall, nothing wrong with indulging in some baked pumpkin treats. He would work it off during his morning run.

Y/N was with another customer when Sam walked in. That gave him an opportunity to look at her, study her really. Her mouth was small. It didn’t cover much of her face, but her lips were full; and, to Sam, they appeared very kissable. He wondered how soft her bottom lip would be if he dragged his finger over it while he looked into her eyes before he kissed her. 

Sam’s eyes travelled down her body. He watched as she wrapped cinnamon rolls; the paper sounded with a satisfying crinkle as she placed them in the bag. It made Sam think about sharing one of those pastries with her. He imagined her breaking off a piece and putting it into his mouth. He also imagined that her fingers would be even sweeter than the cinnamon roll.

Her smile set off a sparkle in her eyes when she saw him. “Hi, Sam. Are you back for the pumpkin muffins?” 

He sank his hand into the pocket of his jeans, not quite sure what to do with it. “Yeah, they sounded too good to pass up.” 

She picked what appeared to be the largest muffin in the case while she asked him, “here or to go?” 

On impulse, Sam answered, “here.” He could think of nothing better than to stay in her presence as long as he could. 

She put his muffin on a plate, and he noticed how tiny her hands were. Sam wanted to hold her hand, lace his fingers through hers, feel connected to her. “Do you want some coffee to go with that?” 

“That’d be good,” Sam replied. 

She smiled at him again. “Go ahead and find a seat. I’ll bring it out to you.” 

Sam chose one of the round cafe tables in the corner farthest from the door. When Y/N brought over his coffee, she was carrying a second cup. “Mind if I join you?” 

There was nothing Sam wanted more. “Sure.” Her movements were fluid, graceful as she pulled out the chair and sat across from him. Sam had never been so thankful for small tables. Usually such things made him feel too big for the world, like he didn’t fit. That was a feeling he’d never been comfortable with, and he found himself trying to feel smaller in spite of his Alpha status. It was a lingering result of the guilt he felt after Jessica’s death. 

Y/N took a sip of her coffee. Sam could smell it, nutty with the slightest hint of vanilla. She said, “I haven’t seen you around before. Have you been in Lebanon long?”

“It’s been a few years. My brother and I have a place outside town. We both travel a lot with work. When I’m home, I don’t usually have a reason to go places like a bakery.” Sam’s focus was fixed on his coffee mug for a second, then he looked at her. “I have one now. This coffee is amazing.” He paused, and she could see him thinking. As he took another sip, he looked at her in such a way that Y/N knew he meant more than the coffee had caught his interest.

They talked for nearly an hour. Y/N was thankful it was a slow morning. She only had to leave the conversation once to get a loaf of banana bread for one of her regulars, and eagerly she had returned to her spot near Sam. Already, she enjoyed the feeling of being near him. He wrapped her in his presence without even touching her, and she was realizing more and more it was a place she wanted to stay.

As their morning together was drawing to a close, things between them got quieter. There were fewer words and more comfortable silence. Sam looked at her, and she could see him thinking again. Finally, he asked her, “Have you ever been to the fall festival?”

Y/N felt her stomach do a flip. She hoped this was headed where she thought. “I’ve been a couple of times. It’s great for getting into the spirit of fall, and autumn is my favorite time of year.”

“Would you like to go again...with me? You could show me the ropes. I haven’t been to many fall festivals, or any other kind really.”

Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach settle, and the calm of being around him took over again. “Yes, I’d like that.”

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It surprised Sam how much time he spent preparing for this date. Thinking about what he was going to wear wasn’t something Sam did beyond making sure it was functional enough that there was a wide range of movement and comfortable enough that he could spend a ten hour stretch in the Impala wearing it. He hadn’t even cared about clothes in his Stanford days when he was young and falling in love with Jess.

Sam had no idea which colors looked best on him, but blue was his favorite; so he decided to go with that. He chose one of his newer plaids that was predominantly blue with some gray and white mixed in, along with his best pair of jeans. At least a fall festival wasn’t fancy, so his clothes worked. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel about wearing one of his FBI suits on a date, especially one that was taking on so much importance for him.

He’d even thought about asking Dean if he could take Baby for the day, but he wasn’t ready for the kind of questions a move like that would inspire. It was hard enough telling his brother he was taking someone to the town festival at all. Neither of them had hardly given the banners announcing the Lebanon Fall Festival a second glance in all the years they’d lived there. 

The biggest decision came for Sam two nights after he’d asked Y/N out. He was alone in the bunker bathroom and staring at himself in the mirror. It’d been a long time since he’d looked at his own reflection, really looked. 

The years had aged him, not that that was a bad thing. It meant he was still alive. It also meant there was wisdom in his eyes. Sam had suffered in those years; he’d learned, and he had overcome much loss and pain. The hard edge he’d once had that was fueled by anger was gone. It had been replaced by a steadfastness, a certainty of who he was that had been defined by the things he’d endured.

It was with that certainty, Sam opened the medicine cabinet, took out his bottle of suppressants, and dumped them into the sink. He turned on the water and watched as they dissolved and disappeared down the sink. 

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Y/N was practically giddy with excitement by the time she heard Sam’s knock at her door. She smoothed her hands over her hair one last time, took a deep breath, and opened it. She knew he was handsome, hadn’t been able to get the memory of that out of her head. He had been in her dreams these past few nights, but to have him in front of her again was purely breathtaking.

He led her to his truck parked by the curb. It was a vintage model, at least a couple of decades old. She wasn’t good with cars; so she couldn’t pinpoint it, but it fit the day perfectly. Sam opened the passenger door for her and helped her in.

The short ride to the fair was filled with laughter and fall sunshine streaming in through the windshield. Sam told her stories about when he was a kid. She found out he’d loved books growing up, still did, and so did she. They talked about the last books they’d read and favorite genres. They talked about the places they’d like to go. Sam shared with her that he’d seen most of the United States but not much outside of it, and he would like to change that.

She could imagine traveling the world with him, experiencing it through his eyes; but that was something she would do with her Alpha. Y/N felt a pang of sadness stab her heart at the thought of losing that dream with Sam. For now, she should just focus on enjoying this day with the fascinating man in front of her.

They played games together: ring toss, tin can bowling, and pumpkin tic tac toe. Sam was, not surprisingly, skilled at all of them. But when it came to popping balloons with darts, he was exceptionally good. He’d won the two prize limit in under five minutes. Both were teddy bears in the typically bright colors of carnival toys. She kept the green one, and the pink one she gave to a little girl waiting in the line next to them. 

When she turned back to Sam, he was watching the little girl hug her new bear with a soft look in his eyes. Y/N was mesmerized by the look on his face. Finally, she asked him, “Where did you learn to do that?”

The look on his face changed, and it made Y/N sorry she’d said anything. “My dad taught me.”

Sam was quick to recover, the melancholy gone from his eyes. “Would you like to learn?” She nodded, and he positioned her in front of him. “Pick up one of the darts.” Sam draped his arm along the length of hers and settled his fingers over her hand so he could guide her movements. “Focus on the target. Don’t think about it too much. Just keep your eye on the place you want the dart to go.”

He moved her hand in a circular motion. “Stay loose.” Sam let go of her hand and dropped his own hand to her waist. “Now, throw it.” Y/N kept her eye on the center of the balloon and let the dart fly. It landed just to the left of her target. “Not bad,” he told her. Sam kept his hands on her waist. “PIck your spot on the balloon. Focus. And let it go.” This time, the dart she threw landed in the center of a red balloon with a loud pop. 

Y/N couldn’t help but jump up and down a little. She was surprised she’d been able to do that. Sam’s hold on her tightened slightly, then he let her go and stepped back. “Throw the last one.” Her last dart didn’t pop another balloon, but that did nothing to diminish her glow. 

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The day had a magic about it. The air was cool, and the sun was shining with a diffuse brightness in a vibrant jewel toned blue sky, the kind of a glorious autumn. Seasonal produce was everywhere. The yellows, oranges, and reds of squash, pumpkins, and apples created a rich backdrop for the sounds of laughter coming from the people playing carnival games and enjoying fall treats.

Sam felt good, better than he had in a long time. Y/N’s enthusiasm filled his veins with an excitement of his own. It was possibility. The blood of life was flowing through his veins again. Somewhere in the back of Sam’s mind, a spark of recognition flared. This is what it felt like when his instincts weren’t dulled by suppressants. This is what it felt like when he was falling in love. He reached for Y/N’s hand, and she laced her fingers through his.

Sam enjoyed the feel of her hand in his. The way their fingers wrapped together made him feel something deep inside of him that he could only define as peace. It was a rare feeling for him, so rare he didn’t think he’d ever felt quite this way before. He could feel her smiling at him, knew it without looking. When he did look, her expression comforted him somehow, wrapped around him, and gave him hope for the future. “Are you hungry?” she asked him. “You haven’t lived until you have fall carnival food.”

They passed by several concession stands before Y/N found the one she wanted. Sam had never seen anything like it; there was more junk food here than he allowed himself in a year, and now he wanted all of it. He’d never had funnel cake, kettle corn, or a fried candy bar; but it was the caramel apple stand where Y/N came to a stop. Sam had never had one of those either. 

There were green apples and red apples covered in a layer of caramel. Some had crushed peanuts on them; some had been dipped in candies, and others were decorated with swirls of chocolate. “Want one?” She looked at him expectantly.

“Yeah.” Sam answered with a smile that turned on his dimples. Y/N took her time choosing exactly the two apples she wanted. Both were Granny Smith with festive dark chocolate drizzles; one had nuts and one didn’t. She kept the one with the nuts for herself.

To Sam’s surprise, it wasn’t entirely easy to take the first bite out of a caramel apple. The layer of solidified gooeyness with the firm apple underneath made it a challenge to sink his teeth in just right, but when he did the intense sweetness of the caramel with a hint of tartness from the apple was perfect.

Sam thoroughly enjoyed the indulgence of the apple and managed to make an adorable mess. Y/N pushed a stray bit of caramel from the corner of his mouth onto his lips with her fingertip. Her touch lingered for a beat, and Sam felt something stir inside him and come to life. 

She asked him then if he wanted to try a bite of her apple. “It’s good with the peanuts.” He took a bite of the apple she offered him. His eyes met hers, and it was then that the thing awakening inside him exploded. The intense smell of pumpkin, sugar, and autumn air once again flooded over him like it had that first day he met her in the bakery. It was like a strong ocean wave that threatened to knock him down. Omega. HIS Omega.

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Y/N felt a little shy as she held out her apple for Sam to take a bite. There was still a phantom tingle in her fingertips from touching his lips. Her body was nearly humming from his closeness. It felt natural to her to feed him, like the intimate gesture was just one of many they frequently shared.

Her eyes found his, and she let herself float into the warm golden brown of his hazel eyes. For a moment, she lost herself in him and in the way he was looking at her. Then, she smelled it. It was the distinctly earthy smell of firewood set ablaze. She tore her eyes from his to look around. Had someone started a bonfire?

There was no fire. Y/N looked back at Sam, and she could only describe what she saw there as amazement, maybe even awe. He looked like he wanted to say something. She could still smell the firewood. Now it was joined by the scent of bourbon, warm and rich, kissed by the sweetness of maple syrup. It was him; the smell was coming from Sam.

Y/N’s heart started to beat faster, and her breathing was rapid and shallow. He was an Alpha, and he wasn’t just any Alpha; he was hers. She felt the slick begin to pool in her panties, and pain with a white hot intensity jabbed at her abdomen and radiated through her core. She dropped the apple and grabbed for Sam’s arm to steady herself. “Alpha?!”

He wrapped his arms around her. “I’ve got you. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

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[captainsdolly]

here’s what I e been thinking all day about Steve randomly pulling ur panties down and fingering u during the diner to assert dominance lolllll 😱😱 everyone knows what’s going on but they pretend like they don’t see it and Cap just casually eats his spaghetti and makes everyone spit their food out when he says “cum for me” out loud

I- 😳 Okay, I’m not taking requests atm so I’m sorry if you wanted a headcanon or a one shot, nonnie but imagine this:

You’re like the team’s cute little doll, everyone loves you, people always try to flirt with you to the point where it pisses Steve off. You’re his and he would do ANYTHING 😏 to make sure everyone knows that.

You’re all gathered around the table and everyone’s talking, Steve’s arm is casually slung over your shoulder. You’re talking to Wanda and he’s taking to Bucky, not really paying any attention to you except occasionally running his fingers up and down your arm.

You lean into him and he smiles, briefly squeezing your shoulder before moving his hand to your thigh. He’s just lightly trailing his fingers along your skin before you feel his hand sliding a liiiiiittle higher under your skirt. So you look at him like “dude, behave”.

At this point Bucky knows what’s going on so he smirks, nudging Sam with his elbow and nodding in your and Steve’s direction.

You just ignore it, thinking Steve got the hint until you feel him give your thigh a harsh squeeze and before you know it, he’s roughly spreading your legs. You squeak almost dropping your fork and now everyone’s eyes is on you while Steve just casually pulls your panties to the side, spreads your lips with two of his fingers, circling your clit with the middle one.

You grip the edges of the table and look at him with wide eyes, trying to scoot away but he gives you The Look and you know you gotta submit or else 👀. But you’re a fighter so

“Steve, not here. Not now,” you whisper yell at him trying to sound tough but the fucker just smiles, not even spearing you a glance.

He gathers your slick on his fingers and smears it all over your pussy, making sure to coat your little nub in it because he wants people to hear. He spreads his thighs to make himself comfortable because his dick is hard as a rock at this point and his boxer briefs are pretty much soaked with pre-cum. His fingers speed up and he’s harshly rubbing your clit adding more pressure, making your legs tremble and you can’t breathe because clsklakxokdks what’s happening. Not that this hasn’t happened before 😎.

“This is really good. Who cooked tonight?” He leans back against the back of the chair when he’s done eating and repeats his question when no one answers.

Everyone’s just staring down at their plates, mumbling something about Tony ordering the food. Honestly, no one’s even surprised this is happening cuz it’s not the first time - Steve likes asserting his dominance and you let him. Like when someone from the team sees you sitting on Steve’s cock during a movie night they just leave you be, you’re always covered with a blanket anyway.

“Do you like the food, sweetheart?” He asks, giving you the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen while slowly inserting two fingers inside your cunt and curling them, making sure sure to press down on your sensitive, spongy spot. The movement makes you jerk and your knee hits the underside of the table. “Careful, baby. Don’t hurt yourself.”

He coos, pumping his digits in and out, the wet obscene sounds making your cheeks heat up and you realize everyone’s already done eating. But they’re still sitting there. Are they enjoying this? What the fuck is wrong with everyone?

And guess who’s enjoying the show the most.

“He asked you a question, doll.”

Your head snaps up and if looks could kill, Bucky would be dead on the floor. You’re pretty sure he’s rubbing himself through his pants 👀.

Anyway, Steve’s finger fucking skills make it hard for you to keep quiet but you refuse to answer his question, letting out the softest little moan instead.

“Oh, she likes it alright,” Sam leans his elbows on the table and grins, winking at you. “Look at her. Must be the best spaghetti she’s ever had.”

The spaghetti really must be a five star meal cuz your walls clench around Steve’s fingers so tight it’s getting hard for him to move. The little shit lifts the hem of your skirt to make sure your pussy is swollen and visibly throbbing...and then just stops to fill his glass with water.

You’re not even embarrassed anymore so you just grab his hand and shove it back where it belongs - between your legs 👀. Steve complies because he wants everyone to know he’s the only one who can make you feel this good, so he plunges his fingers back into your cunt, while casually sipping on his water. You hold onto his wrist, your hips rolling against his hand and you hear him hum in approval.

Steve sets his water back down and turns to look at you once he feels your walls pulsate.

“Cum for me,” his voice is loud, clear and demanding, and all the conversations stop - Natasha is choking on her water, Tony spits out his meatballs on the table, Thor drops his pop tart and Wanda just screams like a velociraptor.

Your body tenses up like a string and you let out the loudest, most pornographic moan when your orgasm finally hits you.

Steve removes his fingers from your pussy and licks them clean one by one.

“So...Who wants dessert?” He claps his hands and gets up to bring the tiramisu.

I hate Steve and I’m genuinely sorry for whatever this was.

😂

[mummybear]

Dean Winchester - One Shots Masterlist

Whiskey? (Smut)

Summary: Sam get’s ill during a hunt, meaning you have to share a bed with Dean who is insanely in love with you! Not that you know this R&R guys! Enjoy! (Reader insert)

Under The Moon Light   (Smut)

Brief summary : Dean and the reader have been arguing for months now, and Sam has had enough. So what will happen when they’re locked outside the bunker alone? Only time will tell

Overnight Care  (Smut)

Summary: Sam and Dean call Bonnie (Oc) to help them on a hunt, what happens when Dean is badly injured?

Gorgeous Green  (Smut)

Summary: After a hunt is over Dean the reader and Sam head back to the bunker where the reader has a date. With tension and teasing high between Dean and the reader will she be able to continue with the date? 

Make You Mine This Valentines Day (Smut)

Summary: After yet another hunt, Sam, Dean and Michelle end up in a bar, where Dean and Michelle make several bets that could favour them both. Will they follow through on the most sinful of their desires?

Haunting His Dreams - Part 1  

Summary: After Dean is cured of being a demon he finds that the love of his life has moved on from him and the bunker, things had been to painful for her after he died and she wanted out. How will he handle it? Will he ever see her again?

Haunting His Dreams - Reunited - Part 2 (Smut)

Summary: Will Dean and Izzy be able to get past everything that’s happened? And who is her new man?

Dream A Little Dream Part 1 (Smut)

Summary: You and Dean are cursed by a witch, but what is the curse? Will the two of you be able to ignore the impulses which the curse triggers for both of you? Or will you submit?

Dream A Little Dream Part 2 (Smut)

Summary: After yet another dream for both of you, is the tension just too much to ignore? Will you finally give in and go for the real thing?

Putting On A Show (Smut)

Summary: When you and Dean go on a hunt together alone without Sam for the first time, things get a little heated between the two of you. But will you betray Sam in the worst possible way?

The Best Distraction (Smut) (Threesome with Damon Salvatore+Reader)

Summary: After tough day at work preparing for two very important businessmen arriving Monday, all you want is a drink. Your cheating ex finds you at the bar you decide to go for, but when he won’t take no for an answer two extremely handsome strangers have something to say about that, and they would really like to make your night that much better.

Watching You (Smut)

Summary: Dean and Reader get into an argument, after he feels that she doesn’t pull her weight on a hunt. He thinks she should just stay home with her books, she seems quiet and harmless, is she really?

Wrong Number (Smut) 

Summary: When Dean texts you from his new number, what will happen when you’re not exactly who he thinks you are?

Never Me (Smut)

Summary: One night when Dean is left unsatisfied by a hook up, he seeks you out to give him a hand.

Hidden Fantasy Part One (Smut) - Hidden Fantasy Part Two - Coming soon

Summary: You are Sam and Dean Winchester’s half sister, after spending some time with your brother’s on a wendigo hunt seeing Dean in his element leaves you with some complicated feelings.

Mated In The Darkness (Smut)

Summary: When You and Dean go on a hunt, something goes wrong. Which means that something happens that will change everything between you and Dean.

Demon From My Nightmares Part Two (Smut)

Summary:  Dean doesn’t take too kindly to you letting Sam and Cas take him back to the bunker. When the two of you are alone he finds a way to show you just how pissed he is.

Help You Out (Smut)

Summary: Dean’s back hurts after so many nights in different motels, so when he and Y/N are forced to share a bed she offers him a hand to get rid of the ache, will he agree to her help when he’s been so distant with her lately?

Crave (Smut)

Summary: After a drunken fumble with your boyfriend’s brother, you can’t get him out of your head. Things have changed between the two of you when Sam’s not around, but still you can’t get enough. You just need to please him.

Breaking The Rules (Smut)

Summary: You and Dean have an arrangement that works for you both, but you’re starting to test the boundaries, but you love it when Dean gets angry.

Hell’s Princess (Smut)

Summary: You’re sick of following your fathers ridiculous rules, so you decide to find out what his obsession with his favourite Winchester is all about.

From The Hunter To The Hunted (Smut) (Threesome with Damon Salvatore)

Summary: Dean and Damon are being hunted, but when they track the woman down, how will they handle the situation?

Finally, I’ve Found You (Smut)

Summary: When your protective Alpha best friend takes you to meet his family, things don’t go quite to plan. You end up finding something, or someone, you’ve been looking for your whole life.

Late Night At The Office (Smut)

Summary: One night at the office when you’re all alone, you get yourself all worked up thinking about a certain assistant. Maybe you’re not as alone as you’d thought? ;)

Unexpected (Smut)

Summary: Sam needs a little bit of company at a family dinner, and he really needs the support of his best friend, so you go with him. However, the night doesn’t go exactly as you plan.

Welcome Distraction (Smut)

Summary: When Sam’s taken into hospital after a bad altercation with a client, Dean stays at hospital with him. When he returns home he’s a mess, and it turns out being with his best friend is all he needs.

Somebody’s Watching You (Smut)

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped, and you wake up in a dark room scared and alone.... but maybe you’re not alone as you first thought.

Kinktober - One shots (All Smut)

Day 1: Restless Night Alone

Summary: When Sam and Dean go on a hunt leaving you alone in the bunker, how will you keep yourself busy. Alone in the bed you share with your boyfriend (Dean), you receive a text from him and decide to give him a call.

Day 3: Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Summary: Sophia and the Winchesters are on a hunt, that involves them dressing their very best, Dean finds himself completely enthralled by Sophia. The motel room is full of mirrors, distracting the pair before and after the hunt. Sam leaves them alone in the motel to sort out their tension.  

Day 5: Caught In The Act

Summary: You’re convinced that Dean is pissed at you for some reason, yet you can’t put your finger on a reason why. When Sam convinces you to go find him and speak to him, you find him in compromising position that almost turns you into a puddle before you even enter the room.

Day 7: In My Head

Summary: When Dean finds himself cursed by a witch, yet again, he has more of a problem than he originally thought. Hearing Rachel’s thoughts begins to drive him insane, will he be forced to act on it before Sam can find the cure.

Day 9: You Wanna Play Little Girl

Summary: Forced to stay at a motel after a hunt Natalie has to work there, in order to get money for her car, so that she can finally leave town. A surprise encounter leads Dean to find Natalie, they discover that they have a lot in common. Not just their profession. So when Nat offers to help Dean with a case he and Sam are on, they’re alone in his motel room do their hands wonder or can they contain themselves.

Day 11: Ride ‘Em Cowboy

Summary: Dean Winchester has been the neighbour you’d lusted after for sometime, he’s older and oh so gorgeous, but you know you can never go there. So how will things go when he asks you to a dance in town, can you bring yourself to say yes or will the nerves get the better of you.

Day 13: The Mystery Of The Panties

Summary: You and Dean are hiding your relationship from your friends, everyone except Sam. When your bachelorette and bachelor parties coincide, with the drinking and the dancing how long will you and Dean be able to keep your hands to yourself. 

Day 17: Dean Fucking Winchester

Summary: Dean has been more active than usually lately, you can hear him moaning in bed for weeks straight. It drives you insane, so much so that you make a plan to fix the problem once and for all, while putting him through as much torture as he has put you through.

Day 19: Green Eyed Monster

Summary: After you help Dean fall asleep, you and Sam head out to finish a hunt. Dean isn’t best pleased, later that night the three of you head to the bar nearest to the hotel. You and Dean end up chatting to two different people, both of you secretly jealous. Until he texts you from across the bar, telling you to meet him outside, will you agree to go out and meet him or continuing talking to the other guy?

Day 21: You And Your Big Hands

Summary: You’re having a lot of problems with your back, after a lay down seems to fix it you head out to wash your car. Only to find that it’s even worse by the time you finish, Dean offers to help you out will his remedy help you?

Day 23: Murder Of The Virgins

Summary: When The Winchester’s and you are called to go to a hunt by Bobby, you are surprised at what you find. The monster turns out to be very rare, unfortunately not rare enough that you haven’t seen one before. The death of your family had introduced you to these creatures, long ago when they had come for you, but your family had protected you. At least long enough for Bobby Singer to save you, you were no older than ten at the time. He had raised you ever since, little did you know that your sexual status was about to have such a profound effect on the case until now. You’re faced with a big decision, go home, or change the current issue.

Day 25: Mile High Club

Summary: What will happen when you Sam and Dean are forced to get on a plane, in order to finish a hunt, the reader has to find a way for Dean to calm down?

Day 27: You Like It Like That?

Summary: Dean confesses his attraction to you while on a hunt, but feels let down that you seem to just brush it off. Will you make up when you’re forced to share a bed, Sam on the sofa encouraging you to talk to Dean, what will happen?

Day 31: Yes Sir Part 1 (Collab, will be an on going series with @lettersofwrittencollective​) (Nat)

A/N: Hey guys, so this is an ongoing collab. If you would like to be added to the tag list and aren’t already, please send myself or Nat a message or an ask, so we know to add you. At the moment we don’t have a scheduled for when we will post, but we’ll let you know if that changes! Please let us know what you think!!

RolePlay May - One Shots - All smut

Day 1: The Pool Guy

Summary: When you go to visit your parents for a few weeks you’re met with a blast from the past, your best friends big brother is your parents pool guy. A brother that you used to have the biggest crush on when you were younger, what’s the worst that can happen when you watch him work?

Day 2: Yes Miss 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky jock in school, who winds all of the teachers up to breaking point. However, he doesn’t have quite the same effect on the teaching assistant who takes over for the day. She make sure she shows him just how much of a good boy he can be.

Day 5 - Getting Into Trouble

Summary: Meeting your best friend Marie at your local nightclub turns out to be a more exciting night that you had originally planned. Especially when your favourite doorman is on duty and doesn’t take his eyes off of you all night.

Day 8 - The Interrogation

Summary: Sam and Dean set about teaching you how to handle an interrogation if things go sideways on a hunt. Things take a real turn once Sam leaves the room, after you get fed up with the incessant questions. Dean takes his bad cop roll a little too seriously, which is by far the best thing to ease the growing tension between yourself and the older Winchester and he’s in no mood for taking it slow and easy.

Day 12 - The Sinners

Summary: The Winchesters and the reader are called to investigate murders at a church, but when Sam solves the case before Dean and the reader leave. What will they do? Now that they finally have a little alone time, will they take advantage of the situation?

Day 15 - The Mechanic

Summary: When your car breaks down you call the only mechanic you trust, but what will happen when the old man is away. Will you trust the man on the phone to help you?

Day 16 - Cowboys And Kisses

Summary: Dean and Sam leave you at the bunker when they go out on a hunt, they’re gone for so much longer than anyone expected, on one of the last calls with Dean what he was wearing had really struck a chord within you. With something that you were trying your hardest to keep hidden. So what happens when they come home?

Day 18 - Strip Club Bait 

Summary: You and Sam come up with a plan to complete a hunt, which Dean heavily disapproves of. What will happen when you ask Dean for some advice and help for the hunt? What will it be?

Day 20 - Teach You A Lesson

Summary: Detention with hot substitute teacher, Mr Winchester, sees him trying to teach you a lesson.

Day 22 - Need You Tonight

Summary: You’re really missing Dean while he’s away hunting with Sam, so you give him a call and let him know just how much you’re missing him.

Day 23 - Demon From My Nightmares

Summary: When your dreams of your mysterious green eyed man prove not only to be your thoughts what will you discover?

Day 25 - Cursed To Distraction

Summary: When a bartender hits on you in what you think is attempt to make Dean jealous, what happens when not everything is quite as it seems?

[supernaturalfreewill]

Words: 4,380 Sam x Reader Warnings: None really! A/N: SURPRISE! This is the first part of a new Sammy series! I think it will be around 4 parts, but last time I said that Mess Is Mine happened so... I just won't guess this time. I'm working on like 8 other stories right now, but this one refused to go away unless I put it down. Based on this imagine .

Your name: submit What is this?

Your sister and Dean were arguing about who had won the last game of poker, a fairly frequent occurrence during your weekly game night. You were startled to find that Sam was already looking at you when you looked up from stacking the cards back into the game case. It sent a jolt like an electric-tinged chill up your spine. The best you could do back was to smile at him briefly and tear your eyes away.

“Well, I’m heading to bed I think,” your sister said, yawning and stretching. She stood and wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck from behind, leaning in close to give him a kiss. “Are you coming to bed?” she asked him pointedly.

Your stomach tightened into a knot. “’Scuse me,” you said with a forced smile. You gathered a few empty bottles and glasses and exited for the kitchen abruptly.

Once there all you could do was lean over the sink, white-knuckling the edge of the counter, trying to think of anything but what you actually were thinking of… Footsteps behind you jolted you into action. You blasted the water on and grabbed the soap and a sponge.

“Relax. It’s just me,” Dean said.

You dropped the pretense of washing the dishes and spun to face him where he was leaning against the table giving you a knowing look. “Y/N…” he started.

“Don’t.”

“But? But?! My sister, Dean! My sister! How could I do that to her?” you demanded. “I can’t. I can’t do that.” You couldn’t meet Dean’s eyes.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Then you’re going to be stuck just where you are now. Wouldn’t you rather regret going for it than sitting back and not trying?”

You glared at him. “I think I’d regret ruining my relationship with the one blood relative I have left.” There was a tense silence that stretched far longer than was comfortable before you finally broke it. “I’m going to bed… Tell them goodnight for me.”

“Wait,” Dean called after you.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You hugged him, long enough for him to sigh heavily again and plant a kiss on the top of your head.

“Goodnight…” he murmured, and then you were gone with a soft padding of stocking feet.

Dean wandered back out into the library to find Sam still sitting at the table, a fresh glass of something in front of him. “Isn’t that like your fourth nightcap?” Dean asked.

Sam glowered at him momentarily. “Pot. Kettle. Black,” he said.

Dean pulled a face and shrugged. “Fair enough.” He poured himself a share of whiskey too and sat down across from his little brother. “Isn’t someone waiting for you?” Dean asked.

Sam’s jaw tensed. “Yeah, I–I told her I’d be in in a bit…” He hesitated and cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “…Where’s Y/N?”

Dean was just about ready to scream. “Bed. Told me to tell you ‘goodnight.’”

“Oh… okay.” Sam drank deeply from his glass, nearly draining it.

Dean raised his eyebrows at his little brother. “Something you want to share with the class? Thoughts, maybe?”

Sam shook his head. “No.”

Dean left a beat of silence. “You know, you’ve been putting kind of a dent in my whiskey lately. You think I haven’t noticed? Am I supposed to just pretend that new bottle was 2/3 empty when I bought it.”

Sam shifted uncomfortably and gulped down the tightness in his throat to little effect.

“Sammy… come on. Talk to me. What the hell is going on in that long-maned head of yours?”

Sam shut his eyes for a moment and chewed his bottom lip. “I’m in love with Y/N,” he blurted out. “And it’s a mess. I’m with her sister. I’m dating her sister! And I’m love with Y/N.” There was something like anguish in his voice.

Dean stared across the table at Sam’s tortured expression. There was nothing to say to that.

“So, you know what? I’m taking a leaf out of your book and having a few nightcaps… that way when I wake up in the morning on the right side of the wrong bed, maybe I won’t care so much...” He downed the little remaining in his glass. “And I really can’t deal with a lecture from you right now, Dean, so just–just don’t. Night.”

Sam got up, leaving his empty glass behind, and stalked out.

“Jesus fu–am I living in the goddamn Twilight zone or some shit?! Didn’t I just have this conversation?!” Dean muttered aloud to himself. “There is not enough fucking whiskey in the world right now for this…” And with that he poured himself another.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You woke up very early, having gone to bed much before your usual time simply because you wanted to be unconscious… It seemed to be the only time you didn’t have that ache in your midsection and painful swirl of thoughts in your brain. You headed for the kitchen, looking forward to a hot cup of coffee and maybe some quiet self-reflection to stop your spinning. But you were surprised to find that you weren’t the only one awake despite the very early hour.

“Oh—” you let out a little surprised noise when you crossed the threshold and Sam looked up from his place at the center island.

“Y/N,” he said, his eyes a little surprised. He straightened up in his seat. “Hey.” He had passed some fitful portion of the night beside your sister and finally surrendered to insomnia. He had hoped that not lying next to her, feeling like a liar, would diminish his anxiety but it had proved to be mostly wishful thinking. He rubbed a hand anxiously over the back of his neck. “You’re up early,” he said.

“Yeah, umm… went to bed early so…” You smoothed a hand over your hair, quite sure that it was probably unruly from your tossing and turning all night. Sam loved that. “Coffee?” you asked. He jumped to his feet.

“Yeah. Of course. Let me get it for you,” he said.

“Oh, thanks.” Sam poured you a big mug of coffee from the pot and went to the fridge to grab some milk.

“You just take milk, right?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. He knew how you liked your coffee. He always knew what book you were reading. He knew your favorite color was seafoam. He knew you liked a gin and tonic with about an entire lime in it. He knew you liked whiskey and water, and dark beer, and the lavender-scented dryer sheets. He knew every little detail about you and he loved every single one.

“Yeah. Thank you,” you said. You accepted the mug from Sam and his fingers brushed yours as he handed it to you. You knew how cliché and stupid it was, but your heart still jumped at the contact. Is this what you would have to keep living on? A split second of Sam? You felt like a drug addict, sustaining only on the thought of the next high. You studied him as he sat down at the island again and you quickly noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “…Are you alright?”

Sam’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, startled a little by the question. God, how badly he wanted to answer truthfully. He wanted to tell you, No. I’m not alright. I’m not. I’m living a lie I don’t know how to get out of without ruining the path to what I really want. Instead he nodded. “Yeah,” he said, sipping his coffee. “Just a little tired.”

“Mmm. Trouble sleeping?” you asked, absently rotating your mug on the marble counter, warming your fingers. Seemed like you both had the same problem the previous night.

“Uhh—a little. But I’m okay,” he said, he tried to force a reassuring smile. He didn’t want to think about lying in bed next to your sister. It was the last thing he wanted to think about. “Thanks,” he said. “For asking though.”

You nodded. “Sure, of course.” A long moment of silence stretched and you were surprised that when you looked up, Sam’s eyes were already on your face, but he tore them away quickly and looked down into his mug. Your heart beat faster as you wondered at the meaning. You searched for something to say to him, something to bring his eyes back to yours. You could look into them forever—you always saw such understanding, such strength in them. And he was warm and funny and smart and kind… and this thinking made your stomach clench because you knew he was out of reach.

Sam cleared his throat and pushed down the sick feeling in his own stomach. “So, what’s on the schedule for today?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I dunno. I was thinking of working out later. Maybe kick Dean’s ass sparring,” you said, a small smirk gracing your face.

Sam let out a small laugh and shook his head. “That’d be good for him,” he said. But he felt a jealous twinge and a heat rising in his chest that he tried to ignore.

“How about you?” you asked. Sam shrugged.

“I don’t know… We’ll see. Maybe try and rustle up a case or something.” It was a classic method of distraction that Sam tried to use, even though it was only a temporary success. He would work, and work, and work. And it gave him an excuse to tell your sister he was busy, that he couldn’t take the time that day to spend with her doing something that he felt wasn’t genuine because all he could think about was doing it with you instead…

One corner of your mouth twitched upwards. “You work too much, Sam.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah… I know… but there’s always something else out there.”

“Exactly. There is always something else out there. And there always will be. So, you should take the time off when you can. Enjoy life a little,” you said, brave enough to meet his kaleidoscope colored eyes again.

Sam nervously chewed his bottom lip. He could be consumed by you instantly if he let himself—the way you were looking at him with that small smile and your eyes so bright, seeing only him in that moment. Reality reared its ugly head suddenly when footsteps started up the hallway and broke the temporary spell.

Your sister bounced into the kitchen. “Morning!” she said. She went over to Sam and ran a hand down his back affectionately, pecking him on the cheek. “I was a little bummed out to see your side of the bed empty this morning…” she said in a low voice to Sam.

You abruptly got up and headed across the kitchen to the pantry, feeling suddenly sick with envy and wanting to distance yourself as much as possible. You started pulling ingredients out just for the distraction and your sister was soon at your side. “Whatcha makin’?” she asked.

“Pancakes?”

“Sounds good. Better you make them than me. You remember what happened last time?”

You shook your head at her and laughed lightly at the last kitchen disaster. “Smoke. Everywhere. You shouldn’t even be allowed in the kitchen,” you teased her.

“I will never try again,” she said with a laugh. “I have no problem acknowledging my faults.” She bumped you with a friendly elbow. “Soooo…” she started. Her tone made you look up at her a little tentatively.

“…Oh, no. I know that tone. What is it?”

She grinned widely at you.

You raised your eyebrows at her. “What is it? Cough it up,” you said. “I can see you are plotting something…”

“Well, I was thiiiinking we should go out tonight. Get out of the bunker… You know, go into town… maybe go to that bar with the suuuuper hot bartender?” she said, wiggling her eyes at you.

You sighed. “I don’t know… I kind of just feel like staying in.” You didn’t know Sam was listening intently now from his place at the island still.

“You always feel like staying in! That’s why you have me to twist your arm and get you out of here before you turn into an old spinster who is in a serious relationship only with her books and tea kettle.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wow. Gee, thanks, sis…” you said sarcastically. “And you know what? That actually doesn’t sound too bad!”

This drew a laugh from her and she bounced on her feet a little. “Pleeeeease! Come on. You know once you’re out you will have a good time! And that bartender was totally into you last time.”

You looked at her eager expression and the excitement in her eyes. Maybe a night out would do you some good. You could definitely use a distraction and the bunker was somehow always haunted with Sam and your sister’s relationship… Reminders everywhere; that they shared a room and a bed together, that you could walk around any corner and find them kissing, or sitting closely, or whispering some secret conversation with secret smiles you weren’t privy to… “Alright. Fine,” you agreed. “But for like two beers and that is it!”

She pumped a fist in excited success. “Yes! Oh, I’m totally gonna pick out your outfit and everything. You’re gonna look hot,” she said.

You pointed vehemently at her. “No dresses!”

“But—”

“No! No dresses!” She pouted at you but relented.

“Fine… no dresses…”

“Dresses?” Dean said, coming to join the rest of you in the kitchen and peeking over your shoulder at the bowl you were dumping ingredients in. “Who’s wearing a dress?”

“No one!” you said loudly.

Dean grabbed a mug and poured in some coffee. “Why not? I’d love to see you in a dress, Y/N,” he said laughing gruffly. “Like, a short, tight little black cocktail dress… some high heels. Right, Sammy?” he asked, giving Sam a wink and drawing a very unamused stare from him. You gave Dean a scolding look and he relented.

“We’re going out tonight to Lucky’s,” your sister explained. “And I’m gonna pick out Y/N’s outfit and she is going to flirt with that hot bartender who was hitting on her last time.” You rolled your eyes.

“Ah,” Dean said. He chanced a glance at Sam and noted the muscle twitching in Sam’s jaw as he clenched his teeth. “I see.”

You turned to look at Dean. “You wanna spar later?” you asked him. God, you needed to work off some frustration and bitter jealousy…

He sipped casually at his coffee. “You wanna get your ass kicked later?” he asked, giving you a satisfied smug smirk.

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows at him, a half-smirk on your face. God, Sam loved that expression, the playful spark in your eyes. “We’ll see, tough guy,” you said, turning back to the pancake batter.

_ _ _ _ _ _

A few hours later, you and Dean were both a little sweaty, circled up on the mat in the room you had converted to a work out area. You had your hands up and were seizing each other up, both with grins on your faces as you waited to see who would strike next.

“Give up yet, Winchester? By my count, you’re losing,” you goaded him. He laughed and wiped some sweat from his brow.

“You have gotten a lot better, Y/N. Must be because you have an amazing tutor,” he said with a gruff laugh. “And quite handsome at that!”

You rolled your eyes which was a mistake because Dean took that opportunity and swept your legs out from under you and you landed hard on your back on the mat, gritting your teeth a little as the breath was knocked out of you. Dean laughed hard as you let out a frustrated groan. Once you caught your breath, you accepted his proffered hand to help you back up. Sam came in just then as you were circling back up, ready for the next bout. Dean bounced lightly on the balls of his feet in the typical boxing shuffle, hands up in guard. “Sammy!” he yelled, seeing his brother come in. “Good. It will be nice to have someone else witness Y/N’s destruction—”

But just then you threw three punches at him and he had to scramble to block two of them. He wasn’t fast enough for the third and you landed a solid hit into his stomach, giving him a satisfied “HA!” and a wide grin.

“What’s that you were saying, Dean?” Sam called out, grinning, sitting down on one of the benches along the wall.

Dean shook it off and the two of you had an intense bout where you both gained ground on the other but were eventually blocked or fought it off. Finally, you sent a jab straight at Dean’s chin but he was able to block it and reroute your momentum, grabbing your arm and again sending you down to the mat. Just then as you were letting out a string of expletives and Dean was laughing heartily in victory, a cell phone rang.

“Oh, shit. That’s probably Garth. I gotta take that. I’m expecting him to call to today,” Dean said, heading over to the bench and grabbing his cell phone. He looked at Sam, whose gaze was fixated on you where you were lying on your back still in the middle of the mat, just resting for a minute and beating yourself up for letting Dean drop you. “Sammy, I’m tagging you in,” he said, giving him a wink.

“What?” Sam’s eyes went a little wide.

“I said you’re in. Hello? Yeah, hey Garth…” Dean stepped into the hall leaving Sam alone with you.

He gulped at the nervousness in his throat and stood up, walking out onto the mat. “Hey,” he said. “You okay?”

You sat up abruptly, a little surprised to see Sam appear over you so suddenly. “Yep. Fine.”

Sam offered you a hand and you felt butterflies flutter to life in your stomach as he pulled you up to your feet. Your hand stayed in his perhaps just a little too long.

Sam cleared his throat and looked down at you. “Uhh… Can I show you how Dean got you down?”

“Oh—yes. Please. I hate when he wins,” you said, giving Sam a small smile.

Sam anxiously rubbed the back of his neck as he stood in front of you. “Okay. Well, go into your guard stance,” he said. You obliged, stepping one foot slightly back and the other forward. “Good. Now, you want to use your lower body to propel that punch, but you need to be able to maintain your balance.” Sam squared up with you, pulling his hands up into guard. “So, just keep a little more weight on your back foot when you jab and propel yourself from your hips.” You nodded. “Okay, try it,” Sam said, holding a palm out. “Hit it, right here.”

You threw a jab at his palm, but he pulled back right before you connected and again you lost your balance and pitched forward toward him. “Whoa!” Sam laughed a little and caught you, his hands landing instinctively on your hips to stop your momentum. You both froze for a moment. You were still breathing fast from the physical exertion, but Sam was too, for an entirely different reason. Your hips felt small under his hands, and he could clearly feel their curve and angles. His heart was pounding and he felt a jolt of electricity zip up his spine. Perceiving that he should have let you go by now, his hands floated off you and he stepped backward. You anxiously chewed your bottom lip. There were tingles trailing behind where his hands had been. “Uhh—a little better, but you’re still taking too much weight off that back foot. Try again,” he said.

You both resumed your guard and Sam held a hand up again. This time you threw your jab and though he moved his hand back before you connected, you maintained you balance and immediately threw a cross punch which he had to block. A smile grew on his face and a matching one lit up yours. “Good! That was a really good!”

“Thanks,” you said, still squared up with him. You quickly threw a couple punches which Sam skillfully blocked and he returned—and that was it. You were full on sparring. Sam dodged one of your punches and you surprised him immediately with a high kick that caught him in the chest, knocking him off balance. But he was right back into it, now advancing on you and forcing you to give up ground. You waited for an opportunity to throw a combination at him but he somehow saw it coming and blocked it. The next second you skillfully swept a leg underneath him as he recovered from a block and he tumbled back onto the mat, landing hard but immediately starting to laugh. You stood over him with a wide grin on your face and walked over to look down at him. “Give?” you asked him.

His only response was to sweep one of his legs from where he was laying on the floor, taking you out at the ankles and sending you sprawling down on top of him. “Shit!” You landed with one arm extended to catch yourself on the floor and the other on his strong chest. Your body was pressed into him and you immediately felt your cheeks flush. You could feel his hips pressing into you. You lips were mere inches from his and you could see all the hues in his irises. He swallowed hard and there was a vague smile on his face.

Suddenly, you felt one of his hands landed ever so gently on your lower back and wow, electricity. “Give?” he joked, the vague smile still on his face, his eyes starry, his heart pounding. He couldn’t believe you were actually pressed against him and he wondered that you hadn’t immediately moved, climbed to your feet, put distance between the two of you. You felt paralyzed looking into his eyes.

“I give,” you said. Your voice was low and breathy because truthfully you couldn’t breathe, you were so startled by the whirling feelings and thoughts washing over you. Sam’s hand landing so lightly there on your lower back, it felt intimate.

But you suddenly heard the door open, and Dean stepped back into the room having gotten off the phone with Garth. The noise called you back to your senses and you leapt to your feet, anxiously backing away from Sam, but you weren’t quite fast enough. Dean had frozen a couple steps in and seen you on top of Sam—but he quickly pretended he hadn’t.

Sam cleared his throat and climbed to his feet, sweeping his hands back through his hair. “Good. Yeah, just… don’t let your guard down. Ever. Even once you have them on the ground.”

You were a little wide-eyed and you turned and headed for your water bottle and towel on the bench. Dean gave you a meaningful look as you approached but you just tore your eyes away from him.

“What did I miss?” he asked you in a low voice, his tone pregnant with meaning.

Sam watched from the center of the mat as you dabbed at your forehead and neck with your towel. “Nothing,” you said to Dean. “Just—training.”

“Mhmm…” Dean replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Stop it.” Dean held his hands up in a sign of surrender. “Umm… I’m gonna go shower,” you said.

“Alright. Well, hey, I saw your sister in the hall. She wants to head out to the bar in like an hour and a half.” You nodded and quickly waved to Sam as you left the room, feeling your cheeks coloring again with a blush and hoping that your face was already red enough from the exercise to hide it.

“Thanks, Sam. Alright, I’ll see you guys in a bit…”

Dean noted that his brother’s eyes didn’t leave you until you disappeared through the door, which slammed and echoed in the space with an uncomfortable finality. Dean pressed his lips into a thin line and looked at his little brother. “So,” he said.

Sam frowned at him. “So, what?”

Dean shrugged and raised his eyebrows. “What exactly was that?” he asked, the gravel thick in his voice.

“What? Nothing. I just—we were sparring and—”

“Oh, you were sparring,” Dean repeated skeptically, crossing his arms over his chest. “Because when I came in it didn’t look like there was a lot of sparring going on as much as it looked like Y/N was on top of you and—”

“Stop.” Sam admonished.

“Sammy, come on. I spar with Y/N all the time and we have never ended up like that—”

Sam’s jaw clenched and he gave one last stern look to his older brother. “I’m just—just forget it. I’m gonna go get cleaned up and it sounds like you should too.”

“Sam! Sammy, come on,” Dean called after him, but Sam just waved him off and disappeared into the hall, leaving Dean to sigh heavily in frustration.

Part 2

[deans-baby-momma]

Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl-22

I can't wipe the smile off my face as I head back to my dormitory. Dean had driven almost 70 miles, an hour one-way, just to speed a few hours on a college campus with me.

I grab the knob on my door and open it, walking into the room. Sheila and Debby are sitting on Sheila's bed. They look at me and smirk.

"What?" I ask.

"Now, I know you made your bed this morning before you left for class," Sheila begins.

"And now it's a rumpled mess. Look-" Debby says, pointing to my side of the room. "-the sheet is barely hanging on and the comforter is practically in the floor!"

"Plus it smells like sex in here," Sheila claims. "So we want to know who'd you boink today? Valentine's Day 2010."

I can feel the heat of the blush rise up on my cheeks. I can't exactly tell them who had been in my room, in my bed,  buried inside me could I? So I just stand there embarrassed and flustered.

Dean's cum was dripping out of me into my panties and my roommate and her best friend was questioning my activities. Shit!

I relent and tell them, "Just a guy from back home."

"Oooo, so he drove all this way, just to see you for a few hours and a quick romp in the sack? On Valentine's Day?!" Sheila questions.

"It must be love," she continues, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Girl, why haven't you told me about him?! Who is he? How'd you meet?"

"Where is he?" Debby interjects, but I don't hear her.  Sheila's words have me panicking.  

Love? No, Dean doesn't love me.  He loves my mom! But then the words he said right before we had sex come back to me.  "Can I make love to you now?” 

OH. MY. GOD! Has Dean fallen in love with me?!

Trying to quell my overactive mind and flailing heartbeat,  I focus on their questions. Thinking quickly, I come up with answers.

"His name is John. We went to school together," I lie. "And he only had a few hours today so he drove up here to see me for Valentine's Day and now is on his way back."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused. 

"Dude how long have you been seeing someone?!" Sheila asks, rolling her eyes.

"Oh. Since last summer, "I tell them as I begin to try to remake my bed. "My 21st birthday actually. " Well, at least it's not ALL a lie. 

"Oh," Sheila says and then her eyes widen. "OH! He is daddy isn't he?!'

“I really don’t want to talk about that,” I say as I begin picking at the hem of my shirt. “It’s private.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that. But,” Sheila says as she and Debby head toward the door. “When do we get to meet him? You know put him through the test, give him the ‘You hurt her’ talk?”

“Soon,” I fib. “As soon as he can get away and get back up here.”

SPRING BREAK

I wake with no problem Friday morning, knowing that after turning in my projects for Commerce and Statistics, I will have 9 ½ days of time off to do absolutely nothing.

Well, Dean. I plan to do a lot of Dean during Spring Break. I have ideas and intentions of getting my mother's boyfriend in my bed, in my arms,  in my pussy. 

Ever since Valentine's Day, I had memorised and analyzed every single thing that was said and done and could only come up with one result.

Dean Winchester has fallen for me. He is in love with me! The thought causes a flutter in my chest and puts a smile on my face because I feel the same. And I can't wait to go home for Spring Break and tell him; to say the words I've never told anyone else.

As soon as I submit my report to Professor DuMire, I take off running out of the lecture hall and to my car. If I leave now, I can make it home before Ben gets out of school and Mom or Dean gets home. It will give me time to put my plan into action.

But when I pull into the driveway an hour later, my good mood quickly deflates when I see mom's car in the drive. 'What is she doing home so early?'

Parking behind her Fusion, I turn the key off and look toward the house. 'Well not everything is ruined,' I think to myself. 'I still have time to enact my scheme for seduction.'

I open the door, pulling my duffel from the backseat before heading inside. As soon as the door opens, Mom appears with a baseball bat raised, ready to strike.

"Mom?! What are you doing?" I ask.

"Oh! Abs," she says, relief evident in her tone. Show lowers the weapon and keans it against the staircase. "Thank god it's you."

She looks over her shoulder.  "Ben, it's okay. It's just your sister. Come say hi."

'Ok,' I think. 'There's definitely something going on. She's never made Ben talk to me unless he wanted to. "

I'm torn from my thoughts as sixty pounds of kid tackles into me. Ben wraps his arms around my waist and I can feel him shaking.

"Ok, what the fuck is going on?" I demand. "Where's Dean?"

Mom's face falls as she says, "Ben, why don't you go upstairs and play your game."

Ben lets go of me and does as she asks with no hesitation. As soon as he is out of earshot, Mom turns back to me.

"He's gone. Uh, his brother showed up here. Apparently some bad guys were after him so he faked his death last year." She heads into the kitchen so I follow. 

"So his brother came back? Where are they? Gone to the bar? Gone to catch up?"

"No," mom answers with tears in her eyes. "Sam showed up and then the next day the people who were after him showed up. Your brother and I ran out of the house. Dean took us to his uncle Bobby's house while he and Sam came back to deal with it. 

"When it was safe, Dean came and got us and brought us home but then he packed up and left with Sam. Said it wasn't finished and that as soon as it was, he'd be back. That was 2 weeks ago"

My heart was breaking in my chest at the thought of Dean in danger. "Have you heard from him? When will he be home?"

My voice is calm and collected although inside I was going crazy. 'No, this can't be happening! He can't be gone! I love him! I was going to tell him I am in love with him!'

"He calls when he can," she explains. "Trying to keep more things from coming here to use us as bait so he calls to check in but that's about it."

I will the tears I feel welling up to stay at bay as I ask my next question. "Mom? Do you think he's coming back?"

"Truthfully,  Abby…..I don't know."

I hold the tears off until I get to my room. As soon as the door closes, I release them and throw myself on my bed, muffling my sobs with my pillow. 

When I slide my hand under the cushion my hand hits something. I grab it and pull it out. It's an envelope with my name scribbled across the front.

As soon as I see the messy penmanship I know exactly who wrote it. Dean. I rip it open, gently piling the page from its confines.

A new set of tears plague my eyes as I read the letter.

Abigail,

   I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man

I'm in the middle of something I don't really understand. And maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me to understand?

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time, Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you.

Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.

Baby girl, there is no maybe about any of this. Before you, I was a lonely man. I didn't know what caring deeply for someone meant until I met you (the grown up you). I am amazed at how well you understood me and took me for who I am.

I understand that life had to go this way to bring you into my path. I am amazed at how well we got along, even before we began making love. And I'm definitely sure am afraid of the way this is ending, me leaving without saying goodbye to you and I sure as hell am amazed at how much this hurts; how fucking much I'm going to miss you. I love you.

Dean (Daddy) 

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[trillian-anders]

chicken noodle soup

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, a little angst. just a dash.

word count: 1779

description: chef!au; bucky makes you chicken noodle soup when you’re sick, and you guys have a talk. 

note: i’m extremely sick and this is what i wrote, i needed a little comfort. if you have a request for the next dish, let me know loves.

just a taste masterlist

You watched the corded muscles of his back from your spot on the sofa. His right arm moving up and down, steadily chopping carrots as the garlic and onions sweat in a large pot on the stove. His left arm, something you still didn’t ask him about, mottled skin covered with blooming flowers, a rosary, whisping into a vintage pinup girl that posed on his forearm, hands tangled in her hair as she arched her back against the flowers behind her as if laying in a field of flowers. 

His left arm held down the vegetable, knuckles facing the knife as he cut the carrots into thick pieces, practiced fingers running against the blade before he switched hands, left moving not quite as steadily, but still practiced. 

You were sure your apartment smelled delicious, if only you could smell it. 

He came over even though you’d told him not to. Last night when you’d stumbled in your front door after a very draining workweek. The winter deadline met, first quarter final report submitted and a head pounding and nose clogged you’d collapsed onto your couch with a bottle of NyQuil. Dead to the world. 

He’d called worried, you’d been telling him you hadn’t felt well all week. “You need to rest babydoll,” He scolded, you’d rolled your eyes on the phone with him, your heart warming with the concern laced in his voice, toeing your socks off before slipping under the covers. “Stark can go a day or two without you.”

“After this week ends,” You said, “I just have to meet Friday’s deadline and then I’ll rest.” Friday had happened, and everything was done. And you collapsed on your sofa. Resting. 

His call came in two hours after you’d fallen asleep, a groggy, “Hi baby.” And he sighed, 

“I’m coming over.” You snuggled deeper into the cushions of the sofa you’d spent way too much money on, suddenly appreciating how large and soft it was. 

“I’ll be fine,” You croaked, “Really.” But you could already hear his keys in his hand. 

The food truck had been doing really well, well enough that Bucky and Sam hired some extra help. A kid named Peter who needed an after school job that would just handle plating and taking money while Sam or Bucky cooked, finally giving them enough time off between them to start seriously looking for commercial space for their restaurant. Something Bucky had been giddy about for weeks. 

“I told Sam I needed tomorrow off,” He said, toeing off his boots by the front door. Your sleepy face peering at him from behind the blankets pulled up to your nose. “But I’ll have to work Sunday.” He had a large paper bag he’d set on the counter before padding over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“You really didn’t have to come,” Your nose stuffed and red, a pile of discarded tissues next to you on the coffee table and reruns of Survivor playing on TV. He rolled his eyes, picking the snotty mess of tissues up and saying, 

“When’s the last time you ate?” You didn’t know. “Here.” A glass of orange juice and a glass of water, “You need liquids.” You sniffled and he ran his fingers best he could through your tangled hair. “Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?” 

“I’m comfy here.” You mumbled, eyes half lidded. He nods, brushing his thumb across your cheek, 

“Sleep babydoll, I’ll wake you up to eat.” 

He’d refilled your water, the small sips for your scratchy throat was a marvel. He’d placed a pack of honey cough drops and a new bottle of NyQuil on the coffee table. There was a multi-pack of tissues sitting still in the plastic beside them. The tv had been turned down to a quiet amble. He was listening to some kind of podcast in the kitchen. 

He poured a box of chicken broth into the large pot. A smaller pot next to it cooking egg noodles. A ginger root sat idly beside the stove. 

You knew Bucky loved to cook, he loved making you things you’d never tried before, he’d love to experiment with flavors and you were his own personal guinea pig to try new recipes. They were trying to nail down their menu after all. But he would also make the best comfort food that warmed your very soul.

He knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it. And this soup, as stuffy and clogged, as your head pounded and your body ached, you needed this soup. 

He stirred, a strand of hair falling into his eyes. It must be late. He’d changed into pajamas. The loose sweats and t-shirt wasn’t what he was wearing when he first arrived. He must have felt your eyes on him, turning to look at you as you pulled your lips into a chapped smile. He laughed softly, 

“You look so pathetic.” He joked, pulling a bowl from the cabinet. 

“I am.” You whined, rubbing your head against the pillow, comfortably watching him scoop some noodles into the bowl before ladling the broth on top. Chicken, carrots, celery, mushrooms, a bit of grated ginger, the broth was dark from some soy sauce. Red pepper flakes mixed in and garnished with cilantro. “Spicy Asian chicken noodle soup.” The broth hit your nose and you could almost feel your sinuses clear then. “You’ll be able to breathe again by the end of this.” His socked toes meeting yours as he curled up next to you, sitting you up and handing you the bowl. “I know you like spice.”

It was so fucking good. Runny nose be damned. You hadn’t realized how hungry you actually were. A bowl was finished, and then a second. His fingers tracing up and down your spine while you ate. 

“If you’re not feeling better by Sunday, you should call out on Monday.” The soup had been packed and stored in your fridge. The noodles separate from the broth. “Stark can afford to go one day without you. You have those sick days for a reason.” You know. You know. 

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you tight into his chest. 

“I’m gonna get you sick.” You mumbled into his soft well worn shirt. His fingers massage your scalp, your eyes drooping. 

“I’ll be fine,” He pressed his lips to your head, “Don’t worry about me. Sleep sweetheart.” 

And you did. 

“So next week Steve is coming up from DC for the weekend.” Bucky called from the kitchen, heating up the leftover soup from last night, “If you’re feeling better by then we were going to go out to dinner, he’s been asking about you and Sam and I think it would be good for you to meet him if you can.” Steve. The other part of the trio.

Bucky had told you they were inseparable once, meeting in basic training the three of them becoming quick friends. Their paths crossed a year after, the three of them chosen to be part of a special ops squad that moved mostly undercover. It didn’t need to be said that the story behind his left arm was buried there somewhere. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. And that’s okay. 

“If you’d like me to.” Honestly it gave you anxiety. You and Bucky hadn’t really had the talk yet, the two of you not even breaching the conversation having sex after spending the majority of the last month together. There was making out, kissing, and a lot of it. But if he wanted you to meet 

Steve it must mean something right?

But there was still this paranoia, this little niggling in your brain that made you feel like the rug was going to be pulled from beneath you. Just like it had before. 

How many times had you been really into a guy and when it came to the point, in what you thought was a relationship, to meet his friends or family he was suddenly really shady about it. A guy had literally told you once, “My friends would make fun of me if I dated a fat girl.” That had been a heavy blow. 

And you know you’re beautiful, you know you’re smart, and you know that you can survive on your own. But you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted to start working towards a partner, possibly getting married, maybe having or adopting kids. And Bucky seemed so perfect. A little too perfect. 

“Of course I want you to.” Meet Steve. The bowl was carefully handed to you while he settled down next to you with his own bowl. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” The soup was just as good as you remembered it from last night. It had been late, almost one am when the two of you cuddled up on the couch and cleared your sinuses for the first time in a week. 

You shrug, spooning more of the spicy salty broth into your mouth. He gives you a strange look, “You’re my girlfriend,” Brow scrunched, “Girlfriends typically meet their boyfriend’s friends.” Your chapped lips parted and closed, “I mean I know we never like, officially, said anything, but… I thought you knew we were together.” His voice sounded a little sad. His eyes meet yours, placing his bowl on the coffee table. 

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted to--” You sighed heavily, “I’m sorry. No, we are together.” 

“Did you think we weren’t?” The bowl was taken from your hands and gently placed beside his on the coffee table, grasping your cold hands in his. 

“I… I didn’t know,” It was hard to look at him, “Sometimes, it’s just…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it more clear what my intentions were.” His voice level and reassuring, “I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend.” Your eyes glassy. Your period was probably going to start soon, to be fair. You’d cried during Masterchef earlier when the girl had burned her sauce. It had been devastating. 

“No, I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “Communication goes both ways and I just didn’t think to ask.” In case you said no. He softly pressed his lips to yours, 

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” You sniffle, 

“You’re gonna get sick.” Bucky rolls his eyes, smiling, 

“Are you gonna answer my question or not?” You bit a little dry skin off your bottom lip before nodding, 

“Yes.” 

The next weekend had been at his own apartment, his stuffy nose and watery coughs a mimic of yours. The dinner with Steve would have to wait. 

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[buckysdolls]

Chapter 1

A/N- Hey everyone! This is my first Bucky Barnes fic! It is Bucky x OC (Felicity Ivy) I often switch from 3rd person to 1st person, sorry if that’s annoying. Happy reading...

 please leave any comments <3

6 months ago

“And this Ms Ivy, is where you’ll be staying” Stark turned the doorknob giving Felicity a smile, opening the door to the most beautifully decorated room. Beautifully decorated in Felicity’s eyes, with big windows looking out onto the compound grounds. Felicity’s first steps as she entered the room were light as she looked around the room in awe. She kicked of her heels and let her feet sink into the carpet as the softness tickled her. A bright, clean white room, fresh flowers in a shade range of pinks. A double bed and fluffed up pillows, a desk and a sofa were the main aspects of the room that she noticed, into the room there would be an en suite bathroom to accommodate Felicity’s privacy. Approaching the big windows, she looked out, three men running side by side laughing with each other as they approached to enter the building, she instantly identified them as Captain America, James Buchanan Barnes, and Sam Wilson. A suden shock of reality washed over Felicity, she was really standing in The Avengers compound, talking to Iron Man, surrounded by Avengers, ready to accept a job offer with them.

Felicity continued to look out as she admired the view, the greenery that surrounded the compound was breath-taking, she only wished to imagine what the night sky looked like with this view. Biting her lip in the moment Felicity felt like the luckiest woman in the world as she took in the silent atmosphere and breathed in the clean air.

“So? What do you think?” Stark hummed startling Felicity as she enjoyed the silence, she quickly spun around on her heels to face Stark trying to hide her smile as the room brought her so much joy. Enjoying the simplest things in life gave Felicity a wonderful feeling. However much she loved this room she couldn’t accept it; she was here for a job not to live off Mr Stark and the rest of the Avengers.

“Mr Stark” Felicity began to speak as her eyes scanned the room, her eyes immediately landed on the doorway as a tall, bulky figure passed, the figure took a quick glance into the room as he continued to walk away. Not seconds later that figure had walked backwards stopping as he reached the open door, he positioned himself, so he was looking straight into the room, his arms folded across his chest, his head leaning against the door frame, so he had Felicity in his eyesight instead of the back of Stark’s head. Felicity watched every moment of this mans movement until he was looking straight into her crystal blue eyes. Felicity took a deep breath as she felt a sudden heat reach the apples of her cheeks. Felicity bit her lip slowly as she tried to maintain the consistency of a normal breathing pattern, the realisation of who was stood in the doorway made her feel weak. Bucky Barnes was stood looking right into her eyes, his eyes never leaving hers. He ran his fingers through his damp hair giving her a side smile. Felicity slowly allowed her lips to curl up into a smile as ran her finger along her lips. She watched as Bucky smiled to himself before standing up and leaving Felicity feeling completely shocked and submitted.

“Please call me Tony?”

“Huh?” Felicity’s attention returning to Stark swiftly. Tony looked over his shoulder wondering where Felicity’s attention had been, having seen an empty doorway and hearing a few mumbled voices from the kitchen next door Tony shrugged his shoulders focusing his attention on Felicity.

“You keep calling me Mr Stark. Please, call me Tony” Felicity nodded and displayed a small smile.

“Oh, yes of course… Mr… Tony. This place is incredible and so warm, but with all due respect I can’t accept this. I’m here to do my job, not live off the Avengers. I’d just be a nobody in the way.” Tony slung his arm over Felicity’s shoulder and walked her back over to the large windows looking out to the aesthetically pleasing view.

“You help the Avengers… you’re on of us. Part of the team. Accepting this job would mean living here. We need you; the Avengers need you, we all need someone to talk to. Besides whom doesn’t want to live with the Avengers huh? I heard we’re pretty awesome” Tony pursed his lips, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head gaining a little chuckle from Felicity and an eye roll.

“Oooo an eye roll!! You’ll fit right in… I’m used to those… from most people” Tony backed away shaking his finger at Felicity.

“Mr Stark…”

“Tony!” He interrupted her as his phone chimed, now focusing on the contents of his phone.

“Tony… only if you’re sure about this.”

“Never been more sure of anything Fel, welcome to the team. I have business to attend too but no doubt Natasha will be here in no time. Also, I’ll have security collect your belongings, they will be here tomorrow.” Tony replied as he slowly backed out of the room bumping into Natasha as she stood there approaching the room. Felicity welcomed the biggest smile on her face, she couldn’t believe anything like this would happen her, a woman who had only just graduated was now moving into the infamous Avengers compound… could her dreams get any bigger than this? Natasha opened her arms as she invited Felicity in for a hug, surprised by Natasha’s gesture Felicity engaged with Natasha and shared a hug.

“Wow, you’re just as beautiful in person than the picture in your file” Natasha chuckled as she slumped on the sofa smiling.

“My file?”

“Yeh, the file you provided Tony for the job?”

“Oh yeah of course! You looked it?” Felicity questioned as she perched on the edge of her bed opposite Natasha.

“I picked your file out to Tony. We were very impressed with the experience you have gained during your studies” Natasha said continuing to smile, allowing Felicity to feel calm and welcomed.

“Plus, another woman on this compound is a bonus. I love these guys but the testosterone in this place is unreal!” Natasha stood up as she finished speaking.

“I’ll let you get settled but please come next door to meet a few people. Get your comfies on, you’ll want to relax in the lead up to your first day.” Felicity nodded with excitement watching Natasha exit the room and shut the door. Once she was alone Felicity began jumping up and down beaming with joy! This bouncing up and down reached the bed where she began to shout the word ‘yes’ with pure elation throwing her pillows in the air feeling overjoyed and so proud of herself.  

[sankt-brekker-the-demjin]

You Know, For Research Purposes - Tom Holland x Reader College!AU

Summary: Working on their research project, group mates Miles, Ned, Haz, Betty, Tom and Y/N grew closer together over the course of a few months. Also, how does Cheetos and ice cream taste together? ;)))

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: (gif not mine.) lolz hi! Look what boredom did to me.. I made a fanfic... [first time doing this idk what to do so there's that moving on. Hope u like it! Geronimo.]

Tom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands with force. He banged his head lightly on the table. He looked back at his Lit folder and saw he still had half of it to finish. He closed it and decided he would do it later. Managing the research project and studying for exams were taking a toll on his body and his sanity. He got up and went to the get some water.

It was halfway through midnight. His parents and brothers were asleep on their rooms. Miles, Haz, Y/N, Betty and Ned - his Qualitative Research applied subject classmates were sprawled all over the living room, laptops shoved to their faces, bond papers in hand. It was a typical students' night. The group had gotten together at Tom's house, and planned to stay overnight.

Miles and Y/N have History 1 together, while Betty and Haz had Calculus. But other than that, this was the only classes they all had together. Being in college is no easy feat, proper time management was necessary. 

Ned had assigned each member to a specific part of the paper, and they've been at it since 8 pm. They all have to multitask and manage their time. Tom had almost finished his part of the paper, so he tried to do his Lit homework now.

Tom heard footsteps stomping on the floors. He turned and saw Y/N marching up to him with an annoyed look on her face and was about to speak but he cut her off.

"If you complain about the heat one more time, I'm give you a real reason to sweat," Tom set the cup of water with a smug look on his face.

She halted on her tracks and smacked the paper she brought on his arms. Tom chuckled, but didn't move.

"No, you idiot," Y/N rolled her eyes. "You might wanna fix that paper before you go off scaring people to death with that annoying face of yours."

His mouth twitched in amusement and took the stapled papers from her hands. "So you admit you've been looking at my face."

"You're so full of it," Y/N stepped around him and grabbed another glass, getting water from the tap.

Tom looked at the incorrect charts and tables he had made on the paper. He cursed under his breath. He had been working on it in the wee hours of last night. Spontaneous typing, no pit stops on spelling errors and everything else, just got it done.

"The original file is on my computer upstairs," he groaned. "I'll have to re-do this again."

"You do that," she clicked her tongue. "And I'll just chill here by your fridge for a moment."

Y/N opened the fridge and took the remaining slice of cake laid on a plate.

"That's mine -" Tom protested.

"Not anymore." Y/N ate the cake.

He scowled and moved to close the door of the fridge. Y/N leaned her back on the door. There they were, a few inches away from each other. Tom stood seething; Y/N chewed the cake with an amused expression. She wiped the frosting on her lower lip with her tongue reflexively. Before he realized it his eyes wandered to her lips.

Tom inched his face closer, eyes darting over to her eyes and lips. "If you don't stop biting your lips ..."

"What are you gonna do?"

Tom remained quiet but clenched his jaw.

Y/N chuckled, "You're all talk and no action."

Heavy footsteps echoed on the hallway to the kitchen, gaining both their attention away from each other. Tom whipped his head to the of the voice and shot him a look.

"I told you 7000 times, a chicken is a bird -" Haz bursted into the room with a phone clutched to his ears, pausing when he caught sight of Tom and Y/N. "D'you have a charger I could borrow?" Haz covered his phone with his hands.

"I have one in my backpack." Y/N said.

Haz nodded, talking again to his sister on the phone about chickens. He walked back to the living room, waiting for Y/N to follow him.

Y/N stopped by the table where Tom had been working on, and pointed at his paper. "I can't finish my part if you can't finish yours." Seeing as his paper's original file was on his computer upstairs, she grabbed his laptop without waiting for him to reply. "Imma borrow this ... Thanks."

She went back to the living room, laptop on hand.

"And don't look at my browser history!" She heard Tom call back from the kitchen.

"Wouldn't dare," she countered in a mocking tone.

As the weeks passed, they started collecting data on the field. They went through one institution to another, gathering reports and statistics, and validating it with professionals. Then after that it was all a blur. They submitted the paper to Mrs. Luxley and was graded, only given back to them for minor revisions.

The gang decided to spend that same night they passed the assignment on Tom's house again, just like they did when they were still making the paper. Tom's parents had gotten used to them staying over, and Sam always tried to flirt with Betty when he was around. 

Ned and Haz raced to Tom's bedroom. Ned threw himself on the bed first. "God, I've never felt the bed being this good," he sighed and melted with pleasure. All those sleepless nights they've had finally paid off.

Haz hit him with a pillow. "Move over!"

Y/N laid on the couch, feet perched on top of Tom's lap, getting comfortable. Betty and Miles slept on the carpets of Tom's living room. They just sort of crawled to the floor in delight and just stayed there, too tired to move anywhere else. Haz came back to the living room, holding a bottle of champagne on his hands from the Hollands' cupboards.

He cheered. "Let's celebrate!"

But they celebrated the victory by sleeping out for an entire day spread all over the Hollands' house.

Even though their project was finished, the lot still remained close with each other. They spent times at Miles' favourite diner by the corner of the campus during their collective free time.

And last week, Haz's sister gave birth to a pretty baby girl. Haz invited them over and they all came to join the little house party his sister threw. The group counted on this as the official celebration of their hard work.

It was a Thursday afternoon. Family and friends chatted and caught up with each other in the Osterfield's backyard. Dream by Fleetwood Mac could be heard playing on the living room speakers.

Tom was talking with his dad. Betty and Ned sat at the garden chairs talking to one of Haz's brothers. Those two really were people persons. Miles and Y/N laughed at a hilarious history joke their professor rambled about. Tom tried to pay them no mind, though his glance drifted to them every now and then. His dad eventually noticed the shift in his mood, but decided to ignore it because his mum came to them, carrying Haz's niece. Tom accepted the baby to his arms while his mum and dad went to the kitchen.

Lily, the smol bean's eyes crinkled with joy and giggled. Her chubby little hands reached out to him. Tom stuck his tongue out affectionately her. He turned his head to the low whistle he heard.

"Wow... Daddy," Y/N smirked.

That day was all fun and games, but by the end it they still had school stuff to catch up on. A few weeks later, they decided to cram in the library.

Nothing feels better than suffering with acads together friends.

The group sat in a table by the corner, immersed in their own world. Tom went to the bookshelves to look for an autobiography book his proffesor suggested. Ned was compiling essays on his laptop. Miles was reading a book by Neil Gaiman. Haz and Betty were doing their Calculus homework.

Y/N's chin rested on her hands, staring blankly at her laptop screen. A straight line blinked repeatedly on the ends of the only sentence she typed.

What the fuck |

She just needed a head start on this critique paper. Nothing too heavy, just one paragraph to kick it all into place. That's where it's always hard. The first line. So now she's stuck with cursing. Before Y/N realize it, she's slumped her face down to the wooden table with a light bang. The group lifted their eyes to her, asking if she was alright. She shoved her thumbs up above her head, and they went back to what they what they were doing.

Haz who sat on her right, patted her back. "Same here, sis," he fought back a yawn.

Her eyes felt heavy. Then she groggily looked up to the little 'thunk' dropped on the table.

"Oh, great you're alive," she muttered before setting her face back on the table again.

Tom pulled his chair beside her. "Miss me already? I was barely gone for a few minutes."

"I'm so blessed to be with your presence," she stated in a monotonous voice.

Tom snorted. "Your professor is really gonna give you an A+ with those colorful words. 'What the fuck,' short but sweet."

She looked up and stuck her tongue out. Seeing his face has started to get old ... she tried convincing herself that, though.

They did their business. Ever so often, Y/N and Tom's elbows would brush against each other. Y/N had her earphones on, listening to her shuffled playlist on Spotify. Tom heard muffled tunes, and turned his head closer.

"What are you listening to?" He whispered; his breath fanned the side of her neck that sent chills up her spine.

She didn't look at him and instead continued to write key points to make on her essay. She spoke, her voice low. "This one's called Uncomfortable by Wallows."

He grinned and leaned even closer. "Can I listen?"

From across the table, Ned took 10 bucks from his wallet and shoved it on Betty’s hand. She pumped her fist in a silent triumph.

Y/N shifted her head to look at him, only to find his cute, devilishly handsome face inches away from hers. If she would tilt her head a little... their lips would touch. They locked eyes for a second, before she plucked one earphone and gave it to him.

He cocked his head, liking the song. Minutes passed. The only noises were from turning book pages, soft patter of keys on the laptops, and bits of hushed voices encompassed the area.

An hour later, Y/N felt herself getting hungry and went out to buy food, Betty tagging along. They ate outside since the library was strict on the 'NO eating policy.' Not even other drinks are allowed, only water. The others stayed behind. Then Betty came back to her seat.

"Where's Y/N?"

Betty sat on her chair, "She's outside, still eating."

Tom nodded and felt himself getting hungry, too. He opened his backpack and took a bag of Cheetos he stashed. He stood and said to them he was gonna eat outside. He went out, and spotted her leaning on a pillar, scooping ice cream out of a cup.

"I'm starving," he stood beside her.

"We've been there for ages," she scooped another spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream she got from the shop across the street.

Tom munched on his Cheetos. He turned to look at her happily savoring her ice cream. He moved for Y/N's ice cream cup but she swerved it out of his reach.

"Get your own," she swatted his arms away.

A thought crossed his mind. It reminded him of the last time they did this at his kitchen, over a slice of cake. And how they've been so close...

For the past few months, he's gotten a strange feeling whenever Y/N was around. Like there's an electric buzz in him, his heart would warm up at the sight of her. He couldn't stay away from her, and he wants to know her better, and feel her and just be there right beside her. He couldn't explain it.

Tom grinned at the memory, chucking a piece of Cheetos on his mouth. He stepped forward. "D'you wanna know how Cheetos and mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like together?" he leaned closer to her face; his breath hot against her skin. His gaze shifted down to her parted lips. "You know, for research purposes..."

"Hmm?" She held her eyes up on his own gleaming brown ones. "Probably good. Anything's good with mint chocolate ice cream."

"Yeah?" His hands reached out to move the strands of her hair away from her face. "Wanna test it out?"

She shrugged.

Tom found his hand on the back of her neck and slammed his lips to hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut. He tasted full of that cheesy goodness. And her, a heavenly taste of vanilla and the aroma of mint. Her arm stretched out to keep the ice cream cup away. She parted from his lips to set the cup down onto the pillar. He wrapped his arms to her waist, pulling her flush against him. With her now empty hands, she ran her fingers on his soft brown curls. She tugged at the strands, eliciting a low guttural sound from him muffled by her mouth on his.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers, breathless. "We should get back inside to do ... stuff."

"No no. Don't care." She pulled the back of his neck and closed their distance again. He chuckled.

Y/N loved the way their mouths danced to a rhythm, flavors mixing together from the forgotten taste-testing session, now a different kind of session.

A hand still on her waist, the other cupped her cheeks and tilted her chin to give him more access. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, welcoming warm the feelings burning inside her.

They parted, but still inches away from each other. Y/N bit his lower lip. Tom hissed in surprise but she kissed it better.

"So ... what do you think?" He murmured in a low voice.

"Mmm, I like it." Cheetos and ice cream forgotten.

"Yeah?" He grinned at her. "Me too."

Seconds lapsed. Neither of them moved, still stuck in a more romantic version of a staring contest.

"I like you." Tom's heartbeat raced.

She grinned back at him. "I like you, too. Like 3000. I like you that much."

-

Roll the end credits.

[writingfromkitchenator]

The Demon, The Hunter, and The Halfblood

Masterlist

Crowley x Original Female Character

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

Series Warnings: A/B/O series, some Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha x Omega, obligatory smut warning here (as usual, no under 18′s please, specifics will be within chapter warnings as needed), violence, blood, fluff, angst, major character death, possession, swearing

Chapter 8

Words: 2,543

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Madelyn shifted in her chair.  “And we're not here to talk about it.”

“Oh, we are going to talk about this,” Crowley said simply.  “Whether you are comfortable or not.  My guess, of course, due to your charming family, that it has something to do with that?”

She refused to meet his gaze.  “No.”

Crowley watched her, watched the anxiousness and shame in her expression.  He knew he was right, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Azazel always was too much of a pain for his own good,” She flinched, avoiding his gaze.  “And no doubt being possessed by him alone would've left some lasting scars, but this was a little more than that.”

“Stop.” She said firmly, shooting him a cold look.  “No one knows about this Crowley, and I want to keep it that way.”

Crowley leaned forward on the table, holding her gaze.  “You're stuck with me now love, and I need to know what this is.”

“You already know,” She said, a note of desperation in her voice.  “You've already figured it out.”

“Perhaps,” Crowley said. “But what is the reason, if true?”

“Of course it's fucking true,” She said, her voice raising a little, earning some attention, so she quickly gathered herself again.  “But it keeps me sane not having to acknowledge that.  I was a game to him, and I will not be that again to you or anyone else.  I will not be used as someone else sees fit.  Mark or no mark, you drop this and you do not bring it up again.”

They held each other's gazes for a long moment.

Crowley sat back, looking amused.  “A Winchester fed demon blood for amusement instead of a deal.  How interesting.”

“I'm sure it is for you.” Madelyn grumbled, taking a sip of her coffee.

“That's why you've never stopped hunting,” He said.  “You've never felt like you belonged with the normal humans.”

Madelyn shot him a dark glare.  “Yes, thank you for the analysis.  How perceptive of you.”

“My job is to know people darling,” Crowley said lightly.  “And you have been both a pain in my side and an enigma.  I'm glad at least something now makes sense.”

She huffed and tried to focus on her coffee.

“What does it mean for you?”

Madelyn sighed, hating that he wasn’t going to just give up on this.  “You mean apart from making me easier to possess? If that got out alone I'd be a dead woman walking.”

“Something I can arrange to protect you from,” Crowley said easily.  “I can hardly have you used against me.”

She gave a small smile. “And here I was foolishly thinking that it was actually for my benefit.”  She shook her head.  “I...I get dreams as well, like Sam did.”

Crowley observed her for a moment.  “I feel like there's a ‘but’ in there.”

Madelyn stared at her coffee.  “Sometimes it breaks through into when I wake, so much so it almost becomes a reality for me, like I'm actually there as it's happening.  It's almost gotten me killed a couple of times.  Walking out of a motel room not in my own world, then proceeding to almost get run over by a car.  Certainly not how I want to go out.”

Crowley was thoughtful for a long moment.  “So no other psychic abilities?”

She shrugged.  “I don't know.  I never tested it and never had a desire to.”

“How did your brothers never notice this?  Or your father?”

“They put them aside as nightmares.  Our life was nothing easy or simple as it was, so it was a given.  It...it got worse after Azazel.  That's why I haven't been around them much, but I’m sure you’ve already figured all this out.”

“How interesting.” Crowley said, finally earning a return of her gaze.

Madelyn frowned at him. “This isn't what we're here for Crowley. We're meant to be discussing-"

“This effects that.”

“Bullshit it does.” She growled.  “Look, I'm not just some random Omega you can boss around as you see fit.  I don't work that way.  I can promise that if you order me to submit, then you'll find my boot up your arse.”

Crowley smirked. “You weren't complaining during your heat.”

Red flushed her cheeks. “Because I was desperate, arsehole. Just because I'm an Omega, which is a right pain in the arse especially considering the situation, does not make me a submissive.”

“Madelyn,” Bobby interrupted, much to the clear relief of Sam and Dean.  “You've stayed here plenty of times without a reaction like that.”

She smiled, a little sadly, and nodded slowly.  “Yeah, because I learnt to control it, at least to some extent.  If it...got as bad as waking up in it, I taught myself to not to move, most of the time.”

“You sprinted out pretty quick before.”

“Yeah, but...as Dean already worked out before, things are slightly different now.”  Madelyn said.  “The dreams get worse, quicker, and it essentially sends me into a panic attack.  I'm guessing that that one was so bad because I'd...also fought the demons beforehand.”

“You developed more powers.” Dean said flatly, his arms folded, staring at the two of them.

“Nothing too extreme,” She said, ignoring Crowley's cold stare at Dean.  “But enough to be almost entirely immune to other demons powers, yes.”

Dean looked even less impressed.  “So what? This has become like a kink between the two of you?”

Madelyn said no, just as quickly as Crowley said yes, earning a sharp kick to his leg, which only made him smirk.  “Would that even be a problem?  Not that it’s any of your business-”

“Yes, it would,” Dean said coldly.  “Because I know what Sam went through, and you’re a manipulative enough bastard to take advantage of it.”

“Do you really think that Madelyn is going to fall for something like that?”  Crowley asked.  “Have you really not seen enough of the two of us to understand what our relationship is now like?  Things have changed.”

Dean’s next statement was interrupted as the door opened, Castiel stepping inside, looking slightly concerned, before an excited squeal comes from the next room.

“Uncle Cas!”  Casey ran out and practically leapt into Castiel’s arms, who relaxed a little as he picked her up.

“Hello Casey, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”  He said with a smile, which fades at Dean’s bordering on furious look, his eyes quickly flicking to Madelyn and Crowley.  “Er, is everything okay?”

“I don’t know Cas, is everything okay?”  Dean asked, his arms folded.

“Leave Uncle Cas alone,” Casey said quickly, scowling at Dean, folding her arms, making Madelyn and Crowley bite their lips.  “Stop being so mean to everyone Uncle Dean.”

A small moment of silence fell, only broken by Sam trying to control a chuckle, quickly looking away from Dean’s unimpressed look.

“This is for the adults to talk about Casey,” Dean said, trying to hold his tone back.  “And right now, Cas is in trouble for keeping one hell of a secret.”

Castiel sighed.  “You wouldn't have believed me if I told you. I wasn't impressed by the situation either, but there was nothing I could do about it, except offer my assistance. Not that either of them gave me a choice.”

“After what you did? No, definitely not.”  Crowley said, looking amused.  “To bring you up to speed though, we had a little trouble with some demons while I was being held hostage by these three.  Madelyn had to make the call and here we are.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Castiel asked, frowning at Madelyn.

“It was just meant to be another move,” Madelyn said.  “It wasn’t till far too late that I realised that demons had even gotten that close.”

“If you hadn’t made us think that you were dead, this never would have been a problem.”  Dean bit.

Madelyn raised an eyebrow at him.  “Is that what you think?  You don’t think that it would’ve caused far more problems?  You and Sam-“

“Are your brothers,” Dean growled.  “And that should’ve meant more than anything else.”

“Dean-"

“No Sam, I’m not hearing it this time.  She should’ve come to us with all of this.”

Madelyn gave a bitter laugh. “What?  So you could sign my death warrant yourself?  There was no possible way I looked at this Dean, without it ending in some sort of death for me.  Don’t you dare think that I didn’t look at this long and hard.  That I just did this on some sort of whim to upset you all. You are all family, yes, but sometimes you do actually have to look after yourself first.”

Dean didn’t look any less furious.  “But this isn’t just about that anymore.  We had a right to know what Azazel did to you!”

Castiel frowned at this. “What?”

Madelyn sighed heavily, even as Crowley’s tension grew next to her.  “Dean, if I’d had it my way, none of you would ever have known about it. I was more than capable of handling it on my own.”

Dean went to snap again, but a small voice cut him off. "Uncle Bobby?"

They all stopped for a moment and looked at Casey, and for the first time, Dean, Sam and Bobby could see exactly what Crowley meant.

"Er... yes Casey?" Bobby said, realizing she was waiting for him to respond.

For a brief second, Casey's gaze flicked to Dean before looking back at Bobby.  Can you, me and Uncle Dean go make something to eat?”

There is a stunned moment of silence.

“I’m not –“

"I think that's a great idea."  Bobby said quickly, cutting Dean off.  "Let's see if we've got the right things for pancakes. How does that sound?”

Casey smiled and let Castiel hand her over to Bobby.  "Come on Uncle Dean!"

Dean stared after them for a moment, before he grumbled something under his breath, and followed.

Madelyn physically relaxed next to Crowley, who gave her a worried look.  "She is too smart for her own good."

Sam smiled.  "It worked though.”

"Yeah, she's good at that too."

Castiel cleared his throat. "Would someone like to explain what is actually going on?”

"We're playing family catch up, can't you tell?”  Madelyn asked sarcastically, making Sam flinch.  "It's going wonderfully."

He frowned and then looked at Crowley.  "I'm surprised you're allowing all this?"

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Which? The explaining or the currently upset Alpha who my daughter had to get out of the room?  This is not my ideal scenario, but we haven't had much choice in the matter."

"It's never stopped you doing something before."  Castiel said.  "And what was that about Azazel?"

Madelyn sighed and sunk into Crowley's side, his arm wrapping around her waist to pull her a little closer, her head resting on his chest.  “Complicated.  Something I don't currently have the energy to explain twice.”

Sam frowned at her, even as she closed her eyes.  "You really haven't told him either?  Despite all the help he's been giving you?"

“I told you all before that I'd only ever told one person," Madelyn said, settling against Crowley even more, his thumb brushing soothingly against her side.  "If you don't want to listen to me properly, that's your problem."

Sam sighed. "Well, it's hardly my place to say anything."

Madelyn shrugged, but remained silent.

Crowley could feel her tiredness weighing on her, knowing it always got worse after the visions.  "Love..."

"Go for it, he might as well be brought up to speed too."

Crowley gave a small smile and kissed the top of her head reassuringly before he looked back at Castiel. "You may as well sit down and relax, Feathers.  I'm sure between Moose and I we can bring you up to speed, although, you know far more than them anyway."

Sam rolled his eyes, but doesn't say anything as Castiel sits.

For a while, they sit and catch Castiel up on what had happened, Castiel also less than impressed when it was finally mentioned what Azazel had done.  He tried to ask Madelyn a question, but that was when Sam and Castiel realised she was asleep.

"None of this is easy on her, I hope you understand that.”  Crowley said quietly, having sensed her go to sleep.  "None of its been easy.  She tortured herself for weeks before she made a decision, and even then, for a long time, she doubted it was the right one.”

Sam remained silent, even as Castiel sighed and looked around the room.  "You know the three of you can't stay here too much longer? Without all your usual warding in place..."

"I know," Crowley said.  “And while we've all been talking, I've been trying to think of where, seeing as I do not trust that all our locations have not been compromised.  Unfortunately, I can only think of one current solution.”

Castiel nodded. "We should be able to modify and add wards easy enough."

Sam looked between the two of them for a moment.  "Wait, you want to hide out in the bunker?  Are you sure that's a good idea with Dean at the moment?”

"Unfortunately, I don't think we have much choice Sam."  Castiel said.  "It's bad enough that demons found out and had her briefly as it is.  If angels had..."

"Yes, well, let's not go there, shall we?"  Crowley said. "Look, it's not ideal, but it is currently the only solution until I can sort out something else.  Madelyn needs to rest first though.  She'll never let on that this has been taking a lot out of her.”

He thought for a moment, watching her sleep.  "I'll take her upstairs where it’s quiet.”  Crowley looked at Castiel.  "Do you mind watching Casey for a bit?”

Castiel smiled. "Of course, it's never a problem.  I had been expecting a call from one of you soon anyway."

Crowley chuckled softly, even as he carefully manoeuvred Madelyn into his arms.  “Another week perhaps, but right now, I just want to ensure she sleeps properly.  To do that, I need to be there."

Sam and Castiel watched as Crowley took Madelyn upstairs, Sam frowning a little, looking at him once the door had closed.

"You're really supporting them with all this?"  He asked.

Castiel sighed and gave a small smile.  "It took me a little time to come to terms with it, but, whether you believe it or not Sam, the two of them love each other, very much.  If anything were to happen to Casey, I pity the one's that would be caught facing their wrath.  She is the light of their lives, and has made them a practically unstoppable force, even if it took them a little while to realise that.”

"You're happy for them?"

"Yes," Castiel said.  "It mightn't have started well for them, but, as time has gone on, I think they've slowly realised this was meant to be.  I still couldn't even tell you who fell first, but I do know that Crowley broke a lot of rules to save Madelyn's life.  That was enough for me to see to want to help as much as I could.”

[cockslutpadalecki]

ok lovelies i really need your help. i did a stupid thing and started writing five different fics at once and i thought that maybe you guys could decide which one you’d like me to complete first! the link to the poll page is at the bottom of the post - do not reply or send me an ask, submit a vote!

here are your options (complete with preview):

jealous!dean x reader

“The second was believing that sinking his cock into the first pussy that resembled Y/N’s would solve everything. It didn’t. Breaking her heart was the last thing he wanted to do.

Seeing her now, standing before him hand in hand with who he presumed to be her new boyfriend, made every muscle in his body tense. She meets his gaze and he swears he sees the corner of her mouth twitch as if she’s ready to smirk.”

prequel to dna (dean x sister!reader)

“It never bothered you having to sleep in the same room as your brothers, especially when money didn’t exactly stretch far, but since your dreams of Dean had started turning sexual, sharing a bed with him wound you up tighter than a spring. And after that last dream you’re constantly on edge, your cunt throbbing from the friction of your denim shorts rubbing against your clit.”

alpha!john x alpha!dean x alpha!sam x omega!sister!daughter!reader

“Naively you thought a couple of days without suppressants wouldn’t force your heat to come early but your body is so finely tuned that any upset to the system throws it completely out of whack. And in the back of your mind, you hoped that if it did come, it would wait until you were safely home where you could get as far away from the Alphas you call family.

Being the only Omega in the Winchester clan posed as a massive problem when you presented at eighteen. Despite Sam and Dean being your brothers and John your father, their genetics didn’t factor in when it came to animal instinct. It didn’t matter that you were blood, shared DNA; if you went into heat and one of them claimed you during a rut then that was that. Game over.”

john x daughter!reader

“Why can’t you do as you’re damn well told child?”

“Because I’m not a child any more.” You instantly regret the words as soon as they leave your lips. John lunges at you, one of his large hands clasping tightly around your throat. His grip forces your head straight so you can’t look anywhere else except at him. His eyes black with rage, his lips curled up into a snarl.

“You better watch that goddamn smart mouth little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl. I can handle myself.” You pout hoping your puppy dog eyes will work wonders on the eldest Winchester like it normally does.

It doesn’t. “You think you can handle yourself huh?” His grip tightens, squeezing your trachea like a dog’s chew toy.”

prison!negan x reader

“As his back hits brick, you let the lock click open and bring the door towards you with a creak of the hinges. Shuffling forward, eyes never leaving him, you place the tray on the ground and hurriedly edge backwards, slamming the door closed a little hard causing what feels like the entire cell to shake.

“Well shit little one, that’s impressive. You learn fast. Boy, it just tickles my balls knowing I’ll get to see your pretty little face everyday.” Negan praises, still smiling and you can’t help the heat settling in your pussy almost scorching your thighs.”

[imagineteamfreewill]

Answer

Title: Answer

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,838

Warnings: Arguing, yelling, canonical drinking, crying, and just general angst

Summary: The reader’s world gets turned upside down once more when an old friend reveals something she’d hoped to keep a secret for much, much longer.

A/N: This is part nine of the The Switch series! It’s a long one, and I know I promised it would get better after the last one, but be patient! We’re just about there. Please leave feedback, and enjoy!

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You could hear quiet voices speaking in the kitchen as you left your bedroom and though you hadn’t eaten much in two days, all you wanted to do was go back to bed and hide. You couldn’t face Sam and Dean after they’d caught you doing the spell, especially since both you and Dean knew that you’d put Sam in danger. You couldn’t imagine how he would react if he found out that his soul had been involved in the spell because you were soulmates. No doubt he’d already done some research on it.

He probably already knows, you thought as you stared at the door, silently debating whether or not it would be worth it to sate your growling stomach.

After a long internal debate, you forced yourself to get dressed. The hallway was still empty by the time you left your room, and you weren’t surprised to see Sam and Dean standing by the kitchen counter, each with cups of coffee in their hands. The sight of Cas standing alongside them, however, made your heart stop for a brief moment. Your mouth fell open and tears filled your eyes as they all turned to look at you.

“Cas?” you whispered, closing your mouth and swallowing thickly. “You’re here? You’re alive?”

Cas gave you a gentle smile and moved past the Winchesters to get to you, accepting your hug with open arms.

“How? How are you alive? I— We—” You were crying for the second time that day, but this time you weren’t alone. Cas was comforting you just as he had when you’d first been rescued and despite the tears, a smile graced your face as you let him embrace you.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, his voice soft and low. You closed your eyes, marvelling at the sound of it. You’d thought you’d never hear your best friend’s voice again. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

Once you’d finally stopped crying and Cas released you, you stepped away and wiped your eyes and nose on the back of your sleeve. “Did you two do something?” you asked, unable to stop smiling as you looked between Sam and Dean. They shook their heads. Both of them were smiling as well, happy that you and Cas had finally been reunited. They’d clearly caught on to how much he meant to you.

“Then how? I mean, you were— You were really dead, Cas!”

“We don’t know,” Dean answered. His smile faded as he set his mug down behind him and then lounged against the counter, his arms crossed in front of him and with one ankle crossed over the other.  “Cas walked in here while we were eating breakfast. Scared the hell out of us, too.”

Sam chuckled, glancing at his brother. “Dean tried to shoot him.”

“I slept through all of that?” Both boys nodded and you ran a hand through your hair, smiling at Cas and shaking your head. “Man, I’m getting lazy.”

Cas grinned and put a hand on your shoulder, looking between you and the Winchesters. “I don’t think lazy is quite the right word for it, Y/N.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “It’s good to see you out here. I was worried I would have to come get you, but I wasn’t sure how to do it without having you think I wasn’t myself. Sam and Dean said that you haven’t been out of your room very much lately.” His eyebrows creased down as he looked at you with concern, fully knowing how you’d reacted to his death.

That sobered you up and you looked away, knowing that they’d probably mentioned the spell you’d tried to cast. “Yeah, well, I’m not too good with people dying.”

“Nobody is,” Sam murmured, and you looked up at him. His words seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place them in any conversation the two of you had had.

“Déjà vu.”

Sam’s lips quirked up in a tiny smile and you wondered if he felt the same about it too. “Something like that.”

Dean looked between the two of you, then glanced at Cas before asking, “Did I miss something here?”

Sam’s eyes were still focused on you as he answered, “I’m not sure. Maybe.”

Finally, you couldn’t take everyone’s eyes on you any longer—especially Sam’s—so you cleared your throat and stepped over to the coffee maker, grabbing a mug for yourself. You filled it up to the brim and took a sip, humming happily before you realized that everyone was still staring at you. Heat rose in your cheeks and you shifted nervously under their gazes.

“What? Can’t a girl have her morning coffee?”

“Of course,” Cas said, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

The spell was broken and all three men looked away. You heaved an internal, relieved sigh, then moved to sit at the table and watch as they went about their business again. Dean stepped back to his normal spot at the sink, starting to wash each dish by hand as Sam and Cas continued to discuss what had happened. Apparently, Cas had been ambushed by a particularly angry group of witches during a routine check-in on a safehouse that the boys kept. They’d warded the cabin with advanced sigils and spells—ones that Cas couldn’t sense or see until he was already inside. By then it was too late. He’d barely made it out alive, and he’d had to use the very last of his grace to get himself back to the bunker. Thankfully, Cas’ grace had recharged since he’d woken up in the bedroom only hours before. It was charging faster, too, he noted. You and the Winchesters took that news with joy, but also with a grain of salt. Miracles like resurrection rarely, if ever, came with returned strengths. Just because Cas was more able to help them didn’t mean that someone, somewhere paid an awful price to give him that.

Even as the boys moved on to discussing possibilities for how Cas had been resurrected, nobody mentioned the spell you’d tried to cast, and you soon found yourself wondering if the boys had said anything about it to him at all. Surely they would have, considering the fact that Sam had been affected by it as well.

“I think I’m gonna go take a shower,” you said after a long while, standing as you set your now-empty mug on the kitchen table.

“Nuh-uh,” Dean scolded, shaking his head when you started to leave the table. He pointed at your mug, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t leave your dirty dishes out like that. I’m not about to play fetch with it. I’m not a maid.”

You sniggered and brought it over to him. “Yes, Mom,” you teased. Dean grumbled in response, taking it from you and putting into the sudsy water. You grinned wide at him and began to leave.

On your way out of the kitchen, Sam managed to catch your eye. He smiled fondly at you, unaware of Cas’ eyes on the both of you. A little confused, you smiled back at him and continued on your way, wondering what you’d done to deserve that kind of smile. He’d only given it to you in the dreams that you shared.

Does he remember them? He hasn’t said anything about them…

“Y/N, can I speak with you?”

You jumped, startled, and whirled around to find Cas standing the hallway just beyond the kitchen door. Frowning, you nodded and watched as he walked to where you were standing, his footfalls almost silent.

“What did you do?” he asked, his voice just as quiet, as if he didn’t want the boys to hear. “I felt you doing something here when I was in the Empty—I could feel your soul calling out for me.”

“Nothing,” you replied, shaking your head. “I didn’t do anything, I swear.”

Cas narrowed his eyes at you. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t do anything, Cas, at least not anything successful. I promise!”

Cas stared at you a moment longer before glancing over his shoulder at the kitcher. Neither Sam nor Dean had come after him and he turned back to look at you once more.

“What do you mean, at least not anything successful?”

You scanned the doorway as well, searching for signs of the brothers before  shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here and I’m not the one who brought you back, Cas. I’m not the one who paid whatever price it was. Sam and Dean would have told you if I had.”

Starting to walk away, you turned your back on him and took a step, only to be stopped when his hand closed around your wrist. “Y/N, whatever you did, it disrupted both you and Sam.”

So he does know what happened, or at least the consequences of it.

“What did he say?” you asked, turning around just enough for you to see his face. When he didn’t answer right away, you repeated yourself, this time more frantic. “What did Sam tell you?”

“He didn’t have to say anything for me to know. I felt both your soul and his, and that shouldn’t have happened. So tell me, what did you do?”

Cas’ voice was low and threatening, and his grip on your wrist tightened. He was interrogating you, almost as if you were a monster. You could feel his eyes burning into yours and you swallowed hard, glancing up at the kitchen doorway again just in time to see Sam come out. He looked down the hall and met your eyes, a frown punctuating the clean lines of his face.

“Cas? Y/N? What’s going on?” he asked, worry thick in his voice.

Cas stared at you a second longer before releasing your wrist. You immediately pulled it against yourself, your other hand moving to rub at the skin there.

“Nothing,” you told Sam after a moment. “We were just talking.”

“Really? Because it looked like—”

“Y/N was going to tell me what she was doing when she attempted to sacrifice her soul, as well as your own,” Cas growled.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt Sam’s gaze move to you. Slowly, you looked up and met his eyes again. “I— I didn’t mean to, Sam. Really.”

Sam was silent for a moment, his eyes fixated on you, until finally he looked back at Cas’ angry face. “Cas, I saw the spell myself. It wasn’t supposed to sacrifice two peoples’ souls. Y/N was only supposed to be giving up part of her own, but we stopped her in time. Nothing happened.”

“It wasn’t the spell that was the problem,” Cas replied. “It was Y/N. She didn’t think.”

“Now hold on a second, Cas,” Sam started to say, just as Dean stepped out of the kitchen to see what was going on, a plate of food in one hand and silverware in the other. “You can’t really blame all this on Y/N. She was grieving and we still don’t know what caused it. It could’ve been anything from Latin pronunciations to a mistake in the book, even—”

“You didn’t think,” Cas scolded, cutting off Sam’s defense. You flinched at the anger in his words and took a step away from him. “You could’ve seriously hurt him!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

Cas interrupted you, his words coming out in a growl, “You didn’t think that giving up a part of your soul would hurt your soulmate? You didn’t think that sacrificing part of the connection between the two of you would hurt him as well?”

The hallway fell quiet as tears burned in your eyes. Finally, Sam spoke up.

“Cas, are you… Are you saying that Y/N and I are soulmates?”

He didn’t answer and Sam looked to you for an explanation, but you could only look away, not wanting to meet his eyes.

He wasn’t supposed to find out like this, you thought as you tried to form some kind of logical reason, or at least a lie, for why you hadn’t said anything. He wasn’t supposed to find out at all.

“Dean?” Sam questioned, turning to face his brother, who was still standing down the hall. “Did you know about this?”

Dean cleared his throat and you glanced up just enough to watch him shift uncomfortably. He met your eyes for a split-second and you quickly looked away, only shifting your gaze back to him as he responded, “I didn’t know about the thing with the spell, but…”

“So everyone knew about this except me?” Nobody answered. “How long have you known, Y/N?” You didn’t say anything and Sam repeated himself, his voice growing angrier and more desperate by the second.

“Since I got here,” you told him, your voice wobbling. “Sam, I’m—”

“Don’t.”

You stood in silence as Sam walked away, disappearing around the corner. Cas disappeared as well, the sound of his wings coming just as you turned to look at him once more. Slowly, you looked up at Dean.

“You didn’t eat,” he said after a second. He held up the plate in his hand and you gave him a tiny, barely existent smile.

“I’m not hungry. Not anymore.” Dean nodded in response. “It’s probably best that I go to my room, huh?” He nodded again and you let out a shaky sigh, turning to go.

“He’ll come around,” Dean called after you. “Just give him some time to cool off.”

“You really think that?” you questioned, glancing at him over your shoulder. “We’ve been lying to him for a long time, Dean, about something really important. Would you be mad if someone kept something like this from you?”

Dean didn’t say anything, choosing instead to go back to the kitchen. You heard the garbage disposal run a second later and your stomach growled at the thought of your food going to waste. The fridge door squeaked opened, the light spilling out into the hall. The sound of beer bottles clinking together followed and you closed your eyes, keeping them shut for a long moment before pulling yourself together and going into your room, shutting the door behind you.

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You didn’t dare venture out of your room for the rest of the day. Breakfast had been non-existent, but there was still a half-eaten bag of pretzels in your nightstand, so you fed off those and tried to focus on typing up your memories of old family vacations until, ultimately, you couldn’t take your hunger—or your need to pee—any longer.

It was three in the morning when you finally slipped out the bedroom door and glanced down the hall. Finding it empty, you headed to the bathroom first, then to the kitchen. You were relieved to find it void of any people as well; and, assuming that both brothers were in their rooms and Castiel was elsewhere, you gathered up your cereal and made your way to the library. Much to your dismay, it was not empty, unlike the rest of the bunker.

“Y/N, wait,” Cas said, standing from his chair when you moved to leave only moments after entering. You stopped and eyed him warily, your eyes sliding over to look at Sam and Dean, who were sitting on the opposite side of the table, tumblers of whiskey in their hands. Dean looked up and met your eyes, giving you a small smile, but Sam looked pointedly at the glass in front of him.

Anxiety rose up in you, but you stepped back into the library anyway, ignoring it when the milk sloshed over the edge of your cereal bowl as you walked. It was cold against your hand and you glanced down at it, watching it drip onto the dark hardwood beneath you.

“I should, um, go get a napkin...” You reached forward and set the bowl on the edge of the table, turning to leave once more.

“We need to talk,” Sam said, and you froze in place, unsure. “Forget about the milk for now.”

All three men were staring at you now—you could feel their eyes boring into the back of your skull—and you slowly wiped the spilled milk off your hand and onto your jeans before turning around. The floor creaked beneath you, showing a rare sign of the bunkers age.

“Have a seat?” Dean offered.

You shook your head. “I want to stand.”

Sam sighed from his seat and you silently watched him take a long drink of his whiskey. It was empty when he set it down and all four of you were quiet as he refilled it more than halfway.

“Easy there, tiger,” Dean cautioned, and Sam scoffed a little at that, causing him to sigh and rub his forehead with one hand. “Clearly we’re all tense about what happened earlier.”

“Clearly.”

Dean scowled at his brother and you rubbed the side of your arm with your hand, unsure of if you should say anything. Before you could, however, Cas leaned forward in his seat and said,

“Sam, you and Y/N are soulmates. There is no doubt about that. Your relationship with her was determined before I was even formed. That’s why your soul was affected when she tried to resurrect me, and that’s how we were able to track you down.”

“Yeah,” Sam retorted, his lips pursed in anger as he turned his tumbler around and around with one hand. “I got that. What I don’t get is why all three of you knew,” he gestured between you, Dean, and Cas with one finger, “and didn’t tell me. It’s my life. She’s my soulmate. I figure that you of all people should have told me.”

His eyes were fixed on you when you finally tore your eyes away from Cas and you quickly looked away, wanting more than anything to be the center of his attention.

“I— I did tell you. I just… I don’t think you remember.” You fiddled with your fingers, then the hem of your old t-shirt, looking anywhere but at Sam. “We’ve… shared some dreams.”

“How’d you manage that?” Dean asked.

You looked over at him, trying not to look at Sam all the while, despite the fact that he was only inches away from his brother. “I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “I think it’s the soulmate thing. The first time was when Sam was taken by those vamps and I was knocked out after Cas touched my soul.” You fidgeted uneasily, knowing that Sam was watching you intently. He’d never heard how you’d tracked him down and you were sure he was soaking in all this new information like a sponge. “The second was the night Cas died, when Sam… when Sam slept in my room.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at that and glanced over at his brother. “You slept with her?”

“Not in the way you think,” Sam dismissed.

A pang of hurt when through your heart at his words. It sounded like he was trying to discount the relationship between the two of you, as if it were nothing at all. Granted, it wasn’t much of a relationship to start with if you were only going on what had happened between the two of you in the waking world, but at least you had something.

“We, um, in the first dream we shared, I told you that we were soulmates,” you offered after a minute, hoping that they wouldn’t ask what else had happened. You didn’t think you could bear to admit in front of Dean and Castiel that you loved Sam. You certainly hadn’t acted like it, and it would probably get you in more hot water right now than anything.

“I don’t remember that at all,” Sam replied, crossing his arms over his chest, one hand still holding his cup. He was staring at you again and you shoved your hands in your back pockets, pulling your own arms close to yourself and trying to make yourself to seem as non-argumentative as possible. You didn’t want to deal with this. You didn’t feel like fighting, not when you were so tired of bad things happening and all you wanted to do was celebrate Cas’ miraculous return.

You sighed. “I don’t know why. I can’t explain any of it. I just… Can we talk about something else? Please?”

Dean spoke up immediately, gratefully changing the subject to something he was working on for one of the cars in the garage, and relief filled you until Sam set his glass down. The glass hit the wood with a sound akin to a gunshot and you flinched. Both Dean and Cas’ heads whipped around to look at the younger man, surprised at his sudden outburst. It wasn’t like Sam to dwell on something like this, not when logical explanations had been given.

“No one has explained to me why they didn’t tell anyone about Y/N being my soulmate. I deserve an answer!”

Maybe not every logical explanation was given, you thought as you watched Dean reach for his brother’s glass.

“Okay, that’s enough, Yosemite,” he sighed.

Sam jerked it away from him, anger and irritation simmering in his eyes. “Somebody answer me!”

Dean and Cas didn’t know what to say, clearly, and you could tell that Sam was just going to get more and more angry if he didn’t get an explanation soon. He was drunk and you knew that. Dean knew that and Cas knew that, and nothing was going to placate him except the answer to a question that you wanted more than anything to answer.

“I don’t believe in soulmates,” you finally said. Your voice was soft, but Sam and Dean’s bickering grew quiet as Sam took in your words. “I didn’t want to... I didn’t want to believe that my fate was decided. By the time I thought that it might be true it was too late. I’m sorry, Sam.”

A few moments passed and nobody had said anything. You opened your mouth, hoping to try and convince Sam that you deserved a second chance when he began to stand, one hand resting on the table as he straightened up and focused his eyes on you. You could see now that they were puffy and rimmed with red, as if he’d been crying before you’d arrived, but you knew that that couldn’t be true. Sam wouldn’t cry about something like this.

It’s the whiskey, you thought. It has to be the whiskey.

“You should go,” Sam said.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him. “Wh— What?”

“I said, you should go.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you shook your head in disbelief. “Sam, you can’t— It’s three in the morning. You of all people know it’s not safe out there.” Almost as soon as the words left your mouth you realized you’d said the wrong thing.

Sam’s face hardened. “You’re right. It’s not. I guess you should be careful.”

Unsure of what to do, you looked at Dean and Cas for help. Both men stared at the table between them and you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. The tears in your eyes were blurring your vision by now and you quickly blinked them away before looking back at Sam, who was still staring at you with the same stoic expression on his face.

“Sam, please don’t do this… This isn’t like you. You know me. You know that I wouldn’t ever try to hurt you on purpose, please.” You were begging now, but you didn’t care.

“You should probably put on some shoes,” Sam replied. “It’s cold out.”

You exhaled shakily, shaking your head and crossing your arms in front of you, terrified of the prospects of your situation. “Please don’t do this. Cas, Dean, please tell him that he can’t kick me out.”

Neither man nor angel came to your rescue and you held back a sob. They’d betrayed you. Your closest friend and someone that you’d thought you could trust had hung you out to dry.

“You might want to make sure your gun’s got bullets, too,” Sam said as he sat back down in his seat, refilling his whiskey for the second time since you’d arrived.

“You’re not even going to defend me?” you choked out, looking at the other two for help. They didn’t reply and the library was filled with a heavy silence as you stared at the three of them in shock. They wouldn’t really kick you out, would they?

After a few minutes, you forced yourself to move your feet and you walked back to your room in silence. You shut the door behind you and stood still for a long moment, trying to process what had happened.

A sharp knock on the door behind you made you jump, and you whirled around, hurriedly opening the door in hopes that it would be Sam, telling you that he wasn’t serious or that he’d been talked out of it. Instead, it was Cas. His eyes were full of regret and your heart clenched at the sight. He wasn’t going here to tell you that you could stay.

“Please don’t let him do this,” you whispered, squeezing the fingers of one hand together together with the other in an attempt to push away your anxiety. “Cas, you won’t let him kick me out, will you?”

“I don’t have a say in this,” he replied quietly. He wouldn’t meet your eyes and you couldn’t help but feel even more lost alone than before.

Him betraying me might actually be worse than him dying.

“But you know him, Cas! You can convince him!”

Cas shook his head sadly and looked down at his hands. It wasn’t until then that you realized that he was holding a cell phone. He held it out to you without a word and you took it.

“Both of our numbers are in there, should you ever need help.”

“Both of your numbers?” you asked, your voice shaking. “Whose—”

“Dean’s,” Cas answered. He finally met your eyes and you realized that he was crying as well.

“Please. Please don’t do this to me, Cas.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. Cas looked away, focusing his attention on the lamp sitting on the nightstand behind you. “If you don’t leave here, then Sam will. He can’t defend himself as well as you can, Y/N, and it’s vital that he stays alive.”

You stood in silence, your mouth gone dry as you processed Cas’ words. Finally, you slipped the phone in the back pocket of your jeans, steeling yourself against the emotions that threatened to well up inside of you. Crying would do you no good right now.

“I guess I should start packing up my stuff, then.”

Cas nodded once, stepping back out of your doorway. “If you’re ever in danger…”

“I’ll come back,” you promised. “But only if I absolutely have to. Clearly, Sam doesn’t want me here.”

“That’s not true, Y/N. He’s angry and hurt.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you were wrong about us being soulmates. Maybe all of this is for nothing.”

He shook his head resolutely. “No. You and Sam were meant to be. Your souls are connected and they always will be,” Cas replied.

“You say that, but he feels absolutely nothing for me,” you answered. Tears brimmed your eyes again, and you swiped at them angrily, hating yourself for showing so much weakness in front of him. I’m a hunter! I’m supposed to be strong, not someone who cries all the time!

“And if he ever did,” you continued, remembering how Sam had told you that he’d loved you in the very first dream you’d shared, “he sure doesn’t now.”

“Y/N…”

“You’d better go let them know that I’m packing. I’d hate for Sam to have to come all the way to my room to tell me again.”

You shut the door in Cas’ face and locked it before he could say anything more. Not that the lock will keep him out, you thought bitterly as you pulled out the old duffel bag you’d arrived with—the very same one that Cas had filled with the things he’d bought for you after saving your life. Packing it was easy. You didn’t have much, and what little you did have fit easily inside, with room to spare. The fabric of the bag bunched up as you slung it over your shoulder, already having put your shoes and jacket on. You fixed a hat over your head to help keep yourself warm, then checked your gun. Sam had given it to you soon after you’d arrived, after he’d found out that all your weapons had been taken from you. There were only three bullets inside and you ran a hand over your face, looking around the room. You’d have to ask them for ammunition before you left.

After resigning yourself to that thought, you twisted the doorknob to unlock the door, then tugged it open. Sam was on the other side, his hand poised to knock, and you glared up at him, trying to hide the pain you felt behind a stony expression.

“What?” you spat. “Have you come to escort me out?”

Sam stared at you in silence for a second. Just as you opened your mouth to give him another sharp retort, he said, “No. I came to ask if you’d stay, at least until it’s light out.”

“How kind of you.” You crossed your arms over your chest and shifted your weight to one leg. “How ever can I repay you?”

He looked away, his jaw clenching. “Y/N, can you— Can you just stop? Can you stop with the tough hunter act? I don’t care if you’re angry with me or not, but you shouldn’t have done what you did. Don’t act like I’m the only one at fault here.”

“I’m not the one who’s putting someone’s life in danger.”

His jaw clenched again and you saw his shoulders grow tense. “You tried to sacrifice my soul.”

“Unknowingly,” you growled. “I tried to sacrifice my soul. I didn’t know that it would hurt you. If I had, I wouldn’t have done it. You said it yourself earlier—the spell was only made to sacrifice part of one person’s soul, not two. You’re acting like I’m some kind of selfish monster who only thinks about themself.”

“Maybe that’s because that’s what you did do, Y/N! All you thought about was yourself!”

You were done. “Get out of my way,” you snapped. “I’m leaving.”

“You’ll die if you go now.”

“Well then I guess you’ll have a really good day, won’t you, Sam? You wanted me gone, so I’m leaving.”

Annoyed, you shoved Sam out of your doorway and walked down the hall, moving as fast as you could. You were a few yards away when you stopped and turn to look at him.

“You know,” you sighed, and he lifted his head to look up at you from his spot by your bedroom door, “For what it’s worth, I really did love you, Sam. Part of me was even stupid enough to think that maybe we’d have a shot at happiness in this godforsaken world.”

Sam didn’t reply, nor did he follow you as you turned and continued walked through the bunker halls to the library, where Dean and Cas were waiting for you. They immediately looked towards the door, expecting to see Sam behind you. When he didn’t come, they watched you walk towards the war room with obvious confusion and concern.

“You’re leaving right now?” Dean asked, confused. You nodded, not bothering to stop and acknowledge him as you passed by. “Y/N—”

“Don’t even try and convince me to stay until morning,” you huffed. “You should try and convince your brother to be a better person first. Maybe then I’ll consider it.”

You were halfway to the staircase leading out of the bunker when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You shoved it off and moved to keep going, but they grabbed your arm and yanked on it, forcing you to face them.

“What?” you snapped.

Dean stared back at you, his grip on your arm tight to the point of bruising and anger in his eyes.

“Don’t talk about Sam that way,” he growled. “He’s better than most people will ever be.”

“Let go of me!”

“Dean, maybe you shouldn’t—” Cas began, but Dean cut him off.

“That’s enough! She clearly doesn’t want anything to do with us.”

“Not anymore, I don’t,” you spat. Dean released your arm and you immediately moved away from him, ignoring the hurt in his eyes despite the anger prevalent on the rest of his face. “Make sure to tell your brother that he can go back to hell. Maybe I’ll see him there.”

You turned on your heel and stomped up the stairs. The bunker door was heavy, but you managed to tug it open, slamming it shut behind you with a satisfying bang. Closing your eyes for a second, you tried to push away your own anger and focus yourself. Going out into the real world with only three bullets and the knife in your jacket pocket was dangerous enough, but going out when it was dark out was practically suicidal. Your anger simmered just below the surface of your thoughts, however, and you shook your head before taking the final staircase up and out of the bunker.

When you opened the door to the outside, you breathed in sharply, taking in the sights and smells of the night. It had been a long time since you’d been out of the bunker. Something far away was burning—you could smell the smoke—but above you the stars shone brightly in a clear Kansas sky. A cold wind whipped by and you shifted your bag on your shoulder, stepping forward and letting the door fall shut behind you. There was no going back now, and you stepped up out of the sunken concrete entrance and onto the road’s gravel shoulder.

“Back at it again,” you murmured to yourself, looking down the road in both directions. After a moment you turned and started walking, heading north. Before you’d arrived, you’d heard rumors about a hunter sanctuary on the border of Canada.

If it’s true, and if I can get there within the next few days, maybe I can hide out with them instead of having to run all the time. If not…

You shook your head, reaching back and touching your back pocket to make sure that the phone Cas had given you was still there. It was and you let out a quiet sigh of relief, your breath coming out in a soft, white puff of air.

“At least the walking will help keep me warm,” you sighed, and you picked up the pace, not sparing another glance at the bunker that was quickly disappearing behind you.

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With Wolves- Ch.6

Series Masterlist Bamby’s Masterlist

Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?

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Warnings: Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Angst. Talk of medicine drugs. Talk of heats.

Bamby

You had Benny in a choke hold. He was bent back, almost to the point where he would break in half. Your arm was wrapped around his throat, tight, threatening to cut off his air supply completely. Right now, you were just putting enough pressure there to get him to submit. That’s the whole point of this little game you were playing.

Out in the yard, grin on both your faces, Benny and you had been fighting over the ball. Since deciding to join the guys a week ago, you and the rough Southern Alpha had formed a surprising friendship. He made you laugh. Full belly, until-it-hurts laugh. The two of you played and joked around like a bunch of pups. He was one of the main reasons you’d found it easy to settle into the pack.

Kevin was another reason. The Beta and you had an understanding. You were the two biological ‘weak-links’ and therefore you leaned on each other sometimes. You watched each other’s back. Even against Dean and the guys, you both stood up for each other.

The rest of the group fell into place with you. While you still weren’t feeling great about relying on all these Alphas, you’d worked on getting to know them- to a degree- in an effort to ease your mind.

Bobby was the father figure. It hadn’t been a stretch for you to give him that title. He’d already practically adopted the Winchesters- and their merry men in extension. When you came along the old Alpha didn’t think twice about taking you under his wing. He was a protective guy, glaring at anyone who so much as sniffed your way. Not once had he perved or hinted at something that would no doubt scar you. He didn’t see you as a piece of meat, he saw you as a girl in need, which would usually piss you off but with him you took it on the chin and found some comfort.

Sam was complicated, but him being so quiet helped. You found your eyes wandering over to where he usually sat at one of the tables, a book in hand. Every day he had a new book to read, always reading through them quick like lightning. He would join in on conversations here and there, and sometimes watch whoever was playing a game of basketball, but for the most part he kept to himself.

Unless Dean was involved.

Over the week you’d been with this new group, you’d noticed how the two brothers would sometimes walk off. They would pause, something catching their attention, and with a simple look at each other, they would leave. You didn’t ask where they went, you didn’t ask what they did… but you were curious.

If it wasn’t for the fact that you were being watched like a hawk by every single person in the facility, you might have followed them.

Dean wouldn’t like that. He was Alpha. Pack Alpha. Now, while you weren’t pack you were something adjacent to that, which meant you had to fall in line- to a point. He tried to boss you around this morning, but you’d clocked him in the jaw and shut him down. The grin had faded to shock, and you’d just glared. Out of everyone in the group you found he got under your skin the most.

If it wasn’t for the fact you could end up in the Pit, claimed by some asshole, or left in this Hellhole because you can’t escape without help… well, let’s just say Dean wouldn’t be looking as pretty as he did now…

Actually, scratch that. Right now, he looked annoyed.

He was watching you and Benny, eyes roaming over the two of you carefully. You wondered if it annoyed him that you got along so well with his best friend. Or maybe he didn’t like you in danger of getting hurt during all the play fighting? You weren’t sure, but you sure as shit enjoyed pressing those buttons of his.

“You giving in?” you asked Benny, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.

He grunted, trying to break free from your hold. “Ain’t makin’ it that easy, darlin’.”

If he really wanted to get out, he could. You both knew it. But if he did then he’d hurt you, and more than just a few bumps and bruises. Last time he made you bleed Dean gave him a black eye.

Unable to help yourself, you felt your claws elongate on his arm, digging into his skin. He flinched and you grinned. “Give?”

There was a pause as he tried to hold out for as long as possible, but your claws just continued to dig, slowly, bit by bit, at an agonising pace.

“Fine!” he snapped.

With a smug grin you let go of him quickly and simply, watching as he shifted himself to lean forward, bending his back in the opposite direction which you’d had him in. He groaned, the cracking in his spine almost enough to make your cringe. When he stood he turned to you, and dark but amused look in his eyes as a grin played on his lips.

“You don’t play fair, darlin’.”

Before you realised what you were doing, your eyes looked him up and down. “That’s the best way to play.”

Chuckling, Benny stepped closer to you, almost pressed against you as he leered and you watched. There was an itch growing inside you, an adrenaline you weren’t quite conscious of. In the moment you were just there, watching, waiting, wondering. Never had you played on the edge with an Alpha, but Benny was practically harmless- he’d just proved that with his submission.

Lifting a hand, he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. “You like to play dirty then?”

Dean was suddenly pushing off the table and stalking towards the two of you, eyes dark. You couldn’t pick out the look in them, but you were betting it was anger. Benny tensed, sensing the Alpha coming. He pulled back, ridged and tense, eyes cast down. You just stood there, unaware that the unnoticed itch was beginning to burn with agitation.

“Yes?” you asked expectantly.

Without a word to either of you, Dean turned to growl lowly and warningly at Benny. That’s all it took before the other Alpha was spinning on his heels and walking off.

As soon as Benny was gone you glared at Dean. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Eyes snapping in your direction, he gave the air a sniff. He said nothing as he tensed, stepping closer to you. It set you on edge, having him so close. Suddenly you were very aware of how hard your heart was beating, and the thin layer of sweat starting to coat your skin. You could smell him, all leather, sandalwood and a musk you can only describe as Dean.

“How long you been on those pills?” he grunted, stepping even closer.

You could feel him now.

The orange jumpsuits you’d been given were made for men, so you had decided to where them just for pants and to tie the rest around your waist as a make shift belt. Luckily the staff in the place weren’t completely inconsiderate and incompetent, seeing as they’d managed to get you some tight, formfitting white tanks. You wore the tanks every day, but there were times- especially when you were playing basketball- that the tops were gone and you were left in your orange bottoms and one of your grey sports bras.

Benny and you had been playing for a little while and had worked up a sweat, so your shirt for the day was gone. Now, as Dean stood in front of you, you could feel the fibres of his jumpsuit barely brushing against your stomach.

Fuck.

It felt good, having someone so close… which wasn’t something you were used to. Usually you recoiled at the thought of someone stepping into your space. Usually you’d have Dean on the ground, crying in pain and bleeding, just because of how he was looking at you. But today… well, today something felt off.

“Just over a week,” you answered.

Movement behind his shoulder had you looking over to where Sam was now standing by the tables, seeming as tense as his brother.

As if the world was suddenly an open book and all was clear, you were now very aware of how many eyes were actually on you. Not you and Dean, just you. There were more stares than usual, more hungry and lustful gazes than you’d seen all week.

Heart racing as confusion bubbled in with your sudden nerves, your eyes flickered to meet Dean’s. “What’s going on?”

The grunt he gave in response was low and rumbled through his chest… going straight to your core. “Seem different. Good,” was all he could manage.

Now, there are a lot of things that could go wrong with your situation. By situation we’re talking about the fact that an Omega had been thrown into an unknown, maximum security, in-the-middle-of-butt-fuck-nowhere prison with a bunch of touch starved and primal Alphas. If you weren’t you, you would have died the first night. If you hadn’t made the decisions you’d had to make, you would have died a week ago. If things were different, you would have been fucked and claimed at any second of every moment since you stepped out of the van in cuffs and shackles.

Precautions had been put in place, most of which were a load of shit. The biggest crap-bomb were the pills you were made to take every night. The pills that were supposed to stop your heats from coming.

Standing there, in front of Dean, seeing the way his gaze was roaming your body, focussing on breasts, butt, thighs and throat… you knew you were in trouble. Big fucking trouble.

“Oh shit,” eyes wide, you backed away from Dean.

The movement snapped him out of his trance. Instead of pouncing on you like you’d expected, his own gaze lifted to scan the growing crowd. Alphas were lining his territory, contemplating how much damage would be done to them if they crossed it and grabbed you.

All it would take is one to cross that line and all hell would break loose.

“We need to get you to the doc,” Dean mumbled, turning ever so slightly to look at his brother.

With a nod from Sam, he headed over towards you, the rest of their group not too far behind. Before you knew what was happening you were being flanked by the Alphas, Sam and Dean right by your sides as Benny, Bobby, Castiel and Rufus circled the three of you- while Kevin slotted himself a step behind you.

***

“Y/N.” Doctor Davis was surprised to walk into his office and find you sitting on the medical bed. But he didn’t seem surprised as he say the slight shake of your hands and the sweat coating your skin. “How long?”

“Started an hour ago, maybe two,” you answered, understanding what he was asking without needing more words. You’d both knew this was inevitable. “It’s different. I feel it. Like more of an itch than a burn. I don’t… I don’t think it’s really started. Not completely at least. More like a warm up before the actually heat.”

He frowned, moving towards you, removing the stethoscope from around his neck. “What do you mean?” he asked as he brought the instrument to your chest.

“I mean… this is only the beginning. I can feel it. I’ve never… I’ve never wanted to actually fuck everything and anything in sight before. I get more agitated than anything. I work through the sexual frustration by being active in other ways. And when that’s not enough I’ll rub one out myself or jump the bones of a Beta.”

Slowly he looked up to meet your gaze. “By being active in other ways you mean…”

You swallowed the nothing that was stuck in your throat. “I kill more when I’m in heat.”

The lust you were supposed to feel, that was supposed to drive your body during the week you were supposed to be out of commission… it never came like you were told it would. All those educational videos and chats during high school hadn’t prepared you for the lust you felt. Blood lust.

Nothing satisfied your heat more than feeling the life of an Alpha being drained and ripped away because of you.

Mick straightened, watching you with more and more concern. “You haven’t mentioned that before.”

During the week that had passed since you first met the guy you’d seen him two more times. This was the four altogether. Despite his efforts, you’d successful kept yourself from talking about anything personal that wasn’t health related. You stuck to short and simple details to get you through your appointments. But with a heat no doubt right around the corner, you were suddenly very anxious.

“I kill someone… hell, I hurt someone, and they’ll throw me in the Pit. I won’t last in there. I’ll either go full-feral, kill someone and end up dead myself. Or I’ll be thrown in with the wolves, and one of them will manage to claim me. I can’t get thrown in there, doc.”

He looked completely helpless. “If you really are in the beginnings of a heat… I don’t have anything that can control your urges, no matter what they are.”

A drop a sweat rolled down the side of your face. It wasn’t just because of your body changing, it was because of your fear. You didn’t want to admit it to the doc, but there was something else different about this cycle. It was as if the pills had struck a nerve or something. Not only did you want to rip out the throats of any Alpha that did you wrong… you wanted to fuck the brains out of any knot that would do you right.

Fuck. You internally groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to subtly rub your thighs together to relieve some pressure.

Mick watched you, feeling both uncomfortable and fearful. “You need to calm yourself.”

���I can’t!”

Turning on his heels, he headed over to his desk and unlocked a drawer before pulling out a bottle of pills. Sliding one into his palm, he then closed and locked the drawer again and then returned to you. The pilled sat there, in his hand, right in front of you.

“Hide it. Get to your cell. Stay with someone you trust. Take it,” he ordered.

Eying the small white pill, you hesitated. “What will it do?”

“Calm you,” he answered shortly. “Only for a short while. A couple of days, three at the most. Take this once you get to your room, you won’t need to worry once the cells are locked.”

Pulling your gaze from the pill, you looked up into his eyes then. “And what about tomorrow?”

Trying to appear as confident as possible, he gave you the one answer you never wanted to hear. “I’m hoping it’ll be able to hold off your heat for a few days. For now, this,” he gestured to the pill, “will keep you docile. You’ll be light headed, possibly weak… you’ll be vulnerable, but you won’t be in heat.”

So, basically, you were screwed.

You knew, the moment the cops had busted you, that shit was going to hit the fan pretty quickly, you just didn’t realise it would be this soon. Not only was your heat a little early, but it was been driven by these drugs, and you were stuck with a bunch of wild and horny Alphas.

“I’m gonna die in here,” you sighed, suddenly feeling a calm wash over you. “Maybe not today. Maybe not this week. Maybe not this month. But if I don’t get the hell out of here, I am going to die.”

He didn’t agree. He didn’t disagree. Mick just stood there for a moment longer, in silence, letting your own words and realisation wash over you, because it was the truth. You both knew it. Time was ticking by, your was running out. If you didn’t get out of here soon… well, you wouldn’t be getting out at all.

Bamby