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The New Princess - chapter 13

Pairing: Dean x reader, modern prince!Dean AU

Summary: You look exactly like the princess of Genieve who is promised to marry the prince of your country, Prince Dean. But what happens if the princess doesn’t want to marry him and meets you, her look-a-like?

Words: 3200ish

Warnings: nada, maybe a few swear words

A/N: Hiya friends! The next chapter is finally here! A little late, like always, but who would I be if I posted this series regularly :P (I know, I’m the worst). I hope you enjoy this one and make sure to leave a like and a comment if you liked this chapter! Love y’all!

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A deep breath in and out made you calm down. With a fake smile plastered on your face you approached them. “Hi Dean, I’m back from mission Charlie. It went a-okay.” You placed your hands possessively on his arm, making clear the woman should keep her hands off of him without saying a word.

“Good to hear,” the Prince grinned before turning his attention back to the mysterious lady. “Ellie, let me introduce you to Lisa Braeden, Countess of Havenland. Lisa, this is Ellie.” It was his attempt to start an easy going conversation, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Ellie. Dean has told me a lot of things about you.” You bit your lip in order to not blurt out a snarky comment about how it was Elizabeth to her, not Ellie or about the fact that she casually called the Prince ‘Dean’.

You smiled up at the man next to you. “Is that so? Only good things I hope,” you joked lightly. Lisa laughed along, reassuring you of Dean’s good words. As the conversation went on, you felt like they were holding back something, the tension in the air tangible. “You seem very friendly with Dean. How do you know each other?” you pried casually. Well, you tried to make it sound casual, but really you were just nosy. Dean and Lisa locked gazes, their smiles faltering ever so slightly.

“Dean and I, we used to date,” the woman said without hesitation. She failed to hold back a smirk as she gauged your reaction. “Before he started dating you, of course,” she added quickly.

You looked up at the Prince curiously. “Yeah, that happened,” he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

“The past is the past, right?” you shrugged lighthearted. You didn’t grant her the satisfaction of seeing you hurt or annoyed by this new revelation.

Dean nodded, snaking his arm around your waist. He soon wrapped up the conversation, clearly uncomfortable himself, and guided you towards the other side of the room. “You jealous?” he smirked. “Because I love when women fight over me.” You lightly smacked his chest.

“I’m not jealous.” Dean looked down at you, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Maybe a little okay?” you huffed. When he chuckled, you pushed against his side. “Stop teasing me. It’s a sign I care,” you shrugged.

“That’s why I like it so much,” he murmured, a gentle smile on his lips. A blush tinted your cheeks as you locked eyes with him. You didn’t reply to his comment, the colour of your face told him enough.

You cleared your throat before you changed to subject. “When are we going to dance?” It was a simple question, yet you got nervous at the mere thought of having to dance. You were a shitty dancer, your limbs not good at coordinating movements. You would probably look like a young foal standing on his legs for the first time. The Prince just frowned. “You know, big poofy ball gowns, cool folk dances that everyone seems to know, the whole shebang,” you smiled innocently.

Dean did a full body laugh, his shoulders shaking, his laugh booming through the room. He caught the attention of several other guests, but quickly regained his composure. “No such thing, sweetheart. Just plain old boring people standing stiff and still with a stick up their asses.”

“I know that, but still. It would be a lot more fun if they did,” you simply stated as you covered up your blunder.

Dean shook his head. “You watch way too many princess movies, princess,” he grinned. “But if you want to dance, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

With those words he pulled you closer to him, a charming smile adorning his face. He placed your left hand on his shoulder and held the other in his hand. His boldness seemed to disappear now you were standing this close to each other. He carefully laid his hand on the small of your back, right where the fabric of your dress ended, his thumb caressing your exposed skin. “I should probably warn you I’m a horrible dancer,” he uttered dead serious.

“Well, I’m not any better so I’m fine with swaying side to side,” you smiled up at him. It was a surprise to you that you were still able to form cohesive sentences. The proximity of the Prince made your head spin and your knees buckle. Your body was on fire where it was pressed up against him. His smell invaded your senses and he was all you could think about. You were completely consumed by him and you didn’t mind it one bit.

You attempted to take back control over your body, willing your entire being to compose itself. The flush in your cheeks finally died down, until you made the mistake of looking up into his green emerald eyes. Those would be the death of you. They shone with the light of the chandeliers, bright eyes staring back at you shamelessly. You couldn’t take your gaze off of him, not even if you wanted too. He brought your right hand closer to his mouth and kissed the back of it. The coos and awws didn’t faze you, the reactions of people surrounding you all blocked out.

“We are so adorable,” Dean chuckled after a quick glance around. “Follow my lead,” he whispered. He let go of you, your left hand falling from his shoulder as he took a step back, your right hand lying loosely in his. He lifted your joined hands and made you twirl elegantly before he pulled you closer again.

“Not a good dancer, my ass,” you huffed. “That was fucking impressive.”

Dean smirked victoriously. “And I love myself a woman that can swear like a sailor,” he joked, earning a pinkish blush from your side. With the little alcohol rushing through your veins, you had lost your filter.

Your moment ended abruptly when king John’s spokesman called for attention. With a nod the king took over the microphone and addressed his guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming to the celebration of princess Jessica her birthday. Dinner is to be served soon. Please follow the servants towards the dining hall and take a seat at the tables.” The doors to what you assumed was the dining hall opened just when the king’s speech ended. The guests slowly strolled through the doors, entering the immense room, tables lined up next to each other. People looked for their name and sat down in their respective chairs. As expected you were sat next to Dean along with your and his family. It didn’t take long before the courses started coming out and the clattering of cutlery against the porcelain plates echoed through the dining hall.

After the meal some guests started to leave while others moved back to the ball room or stayed put in the dining hall. “Wanna go for a dance?” a slightly tipsy Dean asked. You nodded, already feeling the alcohol go straight to your brain, your head spinning slightly as you stood up. You tried to stifle your giggles and maintain your composure while you sauntered into the adjacent space. Yeah, you were beyond tipsy, on the borderline of being drunk. “Those cocktails were full with heavy liquor, weren’t they?” you mumbled, your words dragging on a tad longer than usual. The Prince just laughed as he held you close to him. Just like before you swayed side to side. Dean occasionally attempted to twirl you around, but the combination of your clumsiness and the alcohol running through both of your veins made it a lot more complicated. If it hadn’t been for his strong arms, you would have definitely experienced the laws of gravity, perhaps having an intimate moment with the floor.

The buzz in the ballroom and dining hall slowly died down until there were only a handful of guests left. You covered your mouth with your hand as you yawned, your eyes droopy with exhaustion. 

“We should probably go to bed,” the Prince suggested. You nodded sleepily in response. A quick goodbye to Sam and his fiancée later and you and Dean were strolling through the castle towards your chambers. Like the gentleman he is, he dropped you off right in front of your room.

“This is me,” you chuckled, pointing at the wooden doors behind you.

Dean dropped his head, smiling at the ground. “You know, sweetheart, you’re really not that bad.” He tucked a loose strand behind your ear and let his palm rest against your cheek. “We used to never get along, but I might even start liking you. A lot.” The last words were barely audible. If you hadn’t seen his lips move, you might think it was just your alcohol induced state making it up. “Goodnight, Ellie,” he smiled as he placed a kiss on your flaming red cheek. You barely got out a goodnight before he turned around and disappeared through the maze of corridors, his path lit by numerous chandeliers.

It wasn’t until he was out of sight that his words sunk in. Your heart was racing, your stomach tight, your mind in a haze of happiness. He liked you. A lot. The pure excitement came crashing down when you replayed his next phrase, joy replaced by disappointment. ‘Goodnight, Ellie.’ Not goodnight, Y/N, but Ellie. He didn’t like you. He liked the idea of you pretending to be Ellie. You scolded yourself for letting this get to you, reminding yourself all of this wasn’t real. With mixed feelings you pushed open the door towards your room and quickly got ready for bed. Thanks to the alcohol you were knocked out the moment your head touched the pillow, not having to mull over Dean’s words.

A distant noise made your head throb, pain flashing through and alternating with a dull ache. The sound became louder until you felt like your skull was going to explode if the ringing didn’t stop. You rubbed a hand across your face and felt a sticky liquid next to your mouth. You made a disgusted face once you figured out what it was. Yup, you had drooled all over the place. And the throbbing off your head? Good morning hangover! The annoying jingle didn’t falter and you soon realized it was your phone. As fast as your hungover self could tolerate, you climbed out of bed and fished the phone from your backpack. The bag was lying in a corner of the room. You didn’t remember leaving it there but shrugged your shoulders. Your memory was shit when you had a hangover.

You squinted your eyes, trying to focus on the letters dancing on your screen. The moment you puzzled the signs together to form a name, you slid your finger across the screen and answered the phone call. “Hey, Ellie,” you mumbled.

“Hi, Y/N,” she cheered. You pulled the phone from your ear as her excited greeting made your headache ten times worse. With one touch you put her on speakerphone and laid your mobile on the nightstand before you crawled back under the covers.

“Ellie, calm down. I have a hangover,” you shushed her. An ‘oh’ was all you got in response. “Why are you calling?” It was way too early in the morning for you to have a decent conversation while your stomach was turning and your head was throbbing. A glance at your alarm clock told you it was nearly eleven am, but still. Too early to sleep through a hangover.

“I’m calling because Cas and I are finally getting married.” You quickly sat up and stared at the lit up screen. At that statement you were feeling all kinds of things. First of all happiness for the pair. Your mission had succeeded. Well nearly succeeded, but the plan had worked. True love would win, you smiled to yourself. And let’s not forget, you could go home. 

But going home also meant leaving all of this behind. No more Charlie and Jo, no more Julian and most important of all, no more Dean. You pushed away your sadness and disappointment at that thought. You wanted to get this over with from the beginning, now when you could finally leave, it was not the time to get emotional. So you sucked it up.

“That’s amazing. When?” you tried to reply in the most happy tone you could muster.

“Tomorrow. 2 pm. We have finally arranged everything from a little church to a priest who wants to marry us officially. Your mom is even cooking us a nice meal. Not exactly a banquet though,” she chuckled. “And the dress, Y/N, the dress! It’s beautiful,” she sighed in pure bliss.

“Please tell me that Charlie, Jo and me can watch the wedding? Make my mom facetime it or something,” you suggested, not wanting to miss a single thing. You were putting up this facade and basically committing treason for this wedding so you better be a guest, even though it would be through a screen.

“Of course!” Ellie exclaimed. “Maybe you can get some flowers to throw it at the screen, make it feel like you are all here with us.” It was quiet on her end of the line. “Y/N, I want to thank you again for doing this. These past few days have been the best of my life. Not having to worry about people finding out, being able to hold Cas… I have never been happier.”

You smiled at her confession, proud that all of this had been possible because of you. “It’s totally fine, Ellie. Everyone deserves a chance at love, no matter how impossible it may seem at first.” The last sentence wasn’t only directed at the princess. It was a pep talk for yourself as well. You hoped the words had a truth in them and that your friendship or whatever you had with Dean wouldn’t be thrown away the moment you stepped through the gates of the palace.

You and Ellie said your goodbyes before you locked your phone and threw it haphazardly on the nightstand. Stumbles right outside of your room vaguely caught your attention, but you shrugged it off. You wrapped yourself in your blankets, ignoring the noise and going back to sleep.

Around one in the afternoon Charlie and Jo dragged you out of bed. You were haggard. The extra few hours of sleep hadn’t helped one bit. The redhead thankfully offered you some aspirin to relieve the headache that accompanied your hangover. Once the painkiller kicked in, your friends helped you get ready for the day. A quick breakfast later and you were strolling through the corridors of the palace with Charlie and Jo by your side.

“Ellie,” a man called out the princess’s name. “Ellie, wait up.” You turned around on your heels to face the man, being met by the tall frame of prince Sam.

You smiled up at the royal. “Hi, Sam,” you greeted him.

“Uh-Can we talk, maybe?” he said in a low voice, his eyes scanning the hallway. The corridor was empty except for a few guards, the two of you and your friends.

You frowned at his words. “Talk about what?”

Sam chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. That seemed to be a family trait, a tell that the Winchester princes were uncomfortable or nervous. “Well you are going to marry my brother and we never really got the time to get to know each other.”

“Sure,” you nodded. Charlie and Jo waved you goodbye before walking away. Sam guided the way towards the gardens in search of more privacy, making some small talk on the way there.

The moment you stepped outside the walls of the palace Sam’s demeanor seemed to shift, but you ignored it, greeting the guards at the doors. It wasn’t until you were out of sight from the guards’ eyes that Sam halted you and turned you to face him. His expression was harsh and cold as he looked down at you. The gentle giant’s eyes pierced into yours, using his full height to tower over you.

“You okay?” you carefully asked while looking around for anyone else. The feeling of doom was settling in your stomach and you wanted to run away from the prince even though you didn't know what was going to happen next. You knew it wouldn't be good.

Sam huffed, rolling his eyes at you. “I could ask you the same thing, Ellie,” he said and he stressed the princess’s name. You still weren’t following him and his mood changes, but your mind was slowly catching up, realisation dawning on you. Sam noticed how your eyes widened ever so slightly and how your breath quickened. Your body blew whatever was left of your cover. “You’re not Ellie, are you? A little bird told me your name is Y/N. Is that true?” he asked, his voice monotone, no emotion showing through.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull in surprise even though you had felt it coming. It wasn’t until the words left his mouth that it became real. Your body didn't move an inch as panic rushed through your veins, your mouth suddenly dry, your throat blocked. “I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stuttered, voice shaking as you felt petrified, trying desperately to save your cover. No no no, this can’t be happening right now, you screamed on the inside. The alarms were going off in your head and you didn’t register anything the prince had to say. Your ears were ringing, your vision blurry, your breathing labored as you felt a panic attack building up. It was like your life came crumbling down in front of you while you tried to mend the pieces back together. “How do you know?” you whispered over and over again. You didn’t answer Sam’s questions, tears rolling down your face involuntarily.

You barely registered his answer. “One of my servants found an old backpack lying around as he cleaned your room and he is kind of nosy. He found a locket with a picture of you and two other people in it, home engraved on the back. I thought nothing of it at first. Maybe it were good friends at the castle. Then Crowley showed a particular interest in you last night and I started to wonder why. He’s not a fan of the monarchy, I know, but he’s usually more subtle with spewing around his hatred. It wasn’t until one of my most loyal servants, assigned to you while you’re staying here, heard the conversation you had with Ellie on the phone this morning that it all clicked together. Your weird behavior, the locket, Crowley being insufferably nice, yet blunt when it comes to you.”

You didn’t say a word, too baffled by the imposing figure in front of you and his accusations. “Sam, please,” you muttered.

“Prince Sam,” he threw back.

“I'm so sorry, your highness. I never wanted any of this,” you cried.

“How did you do it?” was all he asked. “You better start explaining, because if anyone else finds out, you’ll be accused of treason.” You sobbed and wiped away your tears. You were glad you were sat on the bench, your whole body weak. A glance up told you the prince was serious, demanding an answer right now. Where were you going to start?

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Buttons || Dean x Reader

Summary: You and Dean had been dating for a year and finally take a big step in their relationship. The next morning three words slip out of your mouth and you have no clue if Dean feels the same way. 

Warnings: mentions of sex (not included), fluff

Word Count: 945

A/N: I really loved writing this and hope y’all love it too! Leave some feedback please!

The orange toned morning light started to seep through the curtains of your hotel room. Slowly you began to flutter your eyes open, the clock on the nightstand said 8:30am. Stretching out your legs slightly, you felt the soft sheets delicately brush over your naked form. At the feeling you smiled and let out a soft laugh as you thought of the events that had occurred the night before. 

Rolling over you were met with Dean’s sleeping form. He was laid on his stomach, his arms wrapped around the pillow, face facing you, with his lips parted slightly letting out soft snores, and his hair was a sleep tousled mess. He looked peaceful, serene, as if all the worries in the world were gone, like there were no monsters, no demons, no angels, and it was a beautiful sight. 

Smiling sweetly, you placed a hand over his back where the covers had rode down slightly and started to trace shapes lightly across it. Your eyes moved from looking at his face to where your hand was moving across his back, blushing at the sight that met your eyes. Red lines started at the top of his shoulder blades and continued on until they disappeared underneath the sheet of the bed on his back. 

As you looked at the red lines your thoughts were on what you and Dean had done the night before. It was the first time you had gone all the way with each other. For the year that you had been with him, neither one of you wanted to rush anything, you both wanted it to be perfect when you crossed that line. Sure you had both been with people before each other, but what the two of you had was special and decided to take it slow so that nothing would be ruined by rushing into things. You had rented a hotel for your one year anniversary with him and knew that it was the perfect time to take that next step with him. He had made sure you felt amazing the entire time, always making sure you felt good and weren’t hurting, and took his time to completely wash you over in pleasure. 

Taking your mind away from your thoughts, cheeks still blushing profusely, you dragged your hand up from his back to his hair. Running your hand through his hair, you watched as his eyes slowly flickered open. His gorgeous green orbs staring softly into your y/c/e ones. He smiled sweetly and his thick voice greeted you, “Good Morning beautiful,” filled with the hoarseness he only had when he first woke up and it made you melt every single time. He took one of his hands out from underneath the pillow and tucked some of your loose hairs behind your ear. 

“Good Morning handsome,” you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a loving kiss on your face. Barely pulling away he pressed kisses to the side of your mouth, along your cheek, across your jawline, and made his way to kiss along your neck. Kissing where your ear met your neck, he continued down passing various marks he had made and stopping at your sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder, right above your collarbone. Kissing it softly first and then softly sucking on it, earning a subtle whimper from your lips. Hearing you whimper, you felt him hum against that same spot. 

Tangling your hands in his hair and pulling slightly you earned a soft groan that escaped passed his lips. Smiling at your achievement, you felt him move from his spot at his neck to look at you. “Do you know what one of the best parts about us waiting was?” he asked you, biting down on his lip after he asked. “What was it babe?” you asked trying to think of one of the many things it could have been for him. “Well, out of the many things that were amazing from last night,” he started, his mouth curling up into a smirk, “my favorite had to be that I got to find all of the buttons you have that drive you crazy, all at once.” 

Throwing a leg around his hip, you pushed him on his back so that you could straddle him. “And that is one of the many reasons why I love you,” you told him and soon realized what you had said. Covering your mouth and your eyes widened at the same time that Dean’s eyes widened. Almost immediately after his eyes did, they softened and a huge smile broke out across his face, “You love me?” he asked hope filled in his eyes. “Well of course I do. How could I not? You’re so sweet and kind and always taking care of me and you’re such a gentleman a-and,” you could feel yourself start to ramble. Dean cupped both your cheeks and pulled you in for a passionate kiss that you couldn’t help but melt into. 

Pulling away, only because you felt like you weren’t getting any air in your lungs, you were breathing heavy and Dean was staring into your eyes. “y/n, sweetheart, I have loved you since the day that I met you,” he said with a huge smile on his face and pulled down against his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you. Laying against him just knowing that he loved you as much as you loved him was the best feeling in the world. With the warm morning light shining through the curtains and the feeling of Dean wrapped around you nothing bad could possibly happen. 

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Sooooo i know I've been kinda gone for a long time, and such, but I really want to start up again, if you guys want me to? I was thinking about starting to write properly again, as a way to relax and I've always wanted to share with you guys!

So let me know, i guess! I will tag a few people that I can remember, and try and get back into that too 😅

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[focusonspn]

Brothers’ Advice

Sam, Dean

Summary: Sam has his first date and Dean offers him some advice.

Warnings: it’s just brotherly fluff.

Word Count: 615

A/N: So, after eight thousands of years of being MIA, here’s my entry for @tumbler-tidbits‘ “Growing Up Winchester” Writing Challenge. This also fills my ‘Free Space’ square for @spnfluffbingo2019. A huge thank you to @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish for being an amazing beta and make from this a decent piece, I love you, darling! I didn’t know who to tag because there’s not a pairing so, feel free to escape this if it isn’t your thing. Now yes, I hope you guys enjoy! ♡

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The only noise disturbing the motel room tranquility was the slight murmur going out the TV speakers, some random content playing on it due to a bored Dean and miserable programming. The twenty-year-old hunter permitted himself to let out a relieved sigh when his little brother finally got out of the bathroom, where he spent a full (and useless, according to Dean's point of view) hour getting ready.

"It was about time, Sammy. That chick won’t wait forever for you to fix your hair,” Dean joked without looking at his brother as he turned off the TV.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s statement. “How do I look?” He chose to ask instead of saying another comment.

Turning his head to look at his little brother, Dean couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Sam. "Well, Sammy! Are you going on a date or to have your school picture taken?"

"What? Why do you say that? My clothes are too formal?" Sam asked a little anxious, not caring about the fact that his brother was laughing at him.

"No, your clothes are fine," Dean assured, still between snickers as he approached the sixteen-year-old. "It's just your hair, it's too well-combed."

The eldest Winchester was right, Sam's hair was neatly combed with styling gel, making him look ready for a school photo and not for a date. But no one blamed Sam, after all, this one was going to be his first date ever. How would he know what to wear on a date, when he had never been on one before? Was it formal? Was it casual? Yes, the date was at the park, but maybe his date wanted him to be in formal clothes or his hair well-combed at least. Those thoughts, and more, went through Sam's anxious and newbie mind as he got ready for the big moment.

"Here." Dean stood before his little brother. "Let me fix it," he said before going to work. With his hands open, the green-eyed Winchester used his fingers as comb bristles and began to break the locks hardened by the styling gel.

"I don't get it. Girls don't like well-groomed guys?" Sam wanted to know as his brother worked on fixing his hair.

"Yes, they do, but this thing you did with your hair is way too much,” Dean explained between chortles as he fixed the last hard lock and placed both hands on his little brother’s shoulders. “You have to be yourself, Sammy."

“Alright, fine. Can we go now?”

“You got it.” Dean released his brother, who flew to grab his coat. “Just one more thing, Sammy.”

“What’s that?” Sam questioned with one of his arms already in his jacket and his gaze focused on his brother.

“Don’t touch my styling gel ever again.” Dean faked seriousness with his forefinger pointing to Sam, who laughed and finished putting his jacket on.

“Whatever. I’ll wait up in the car.” Sam smiled and reached the motel door.

“Hold on, Sammy,” Dean called again, making Sam stop with half of his body outside the motel. “Do you have the mints I gave you?”

“Mmm,” Sam palmed his pants’ pockets in search of them. “No, I don’t have ‘em. But they say people don’t kiss on first dates though.”

“One last piece of advice, Sammy, always be ready for anything.” Dean winked and then threw him the mints he saw on his little brother’s nightstand. Sam caught and saved them before thanking his brother and disappearing outside the room, probably to the Impala.

"Kids,” the eldest Winchester laughed to himself. “They grow up so fast," he murmured before grabbing his car keys and going to join his brother.

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[dancingalone21]

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Moving deadlines back

Due to the lack of involvement, and my own lack of contribution thus far, I’m moving the deadlines for the Louden Swain and Jason Manns projects back a couple of weeks to give me more time to write. Since there are so few participants, it won’t take me as long as I’d expected to pull everything together, in the end, either.

So, new deadlines look like this:

Writers: Previous deadline was 9/2/19, now it’s 9/16/19.

Artists: Previous deadline was 9/29/19, now it’s 10/13/19.

Hope this helps more than just me! Still plenty of songs available, guys! 

Also, I have decided, this will definitely be the last time I do this, so do it while you can!

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[curliesallovertheplace]

The 21st Night of September

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompt: Earth, Wind & Fire - September

Words: 800ish

Warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff

A/N: This is my entry for the Seasons of Love - Colors of Fall Challenge hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. Hope y’all enjoy some fluff on what is apparently Fluff Appreciation Day. It was supposed to go up yesterday on September 21, but because of my procrastination and fluff appreciation day being on the 22nd I thought: let’s wait a day.

Dean rubbed a hand across his face before he wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel of the Impala. The dreaded day of the month had come around once again. You would be in charge of the music for the entirety of today’s trip and that playlist included none of his classic rock favorites. The hunter’s motto had always been: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. But when the two of you started dating, that quickly changed. You had wrapped him all around your finger and soon you introduced a new tradition into the Winchester household. Once a month you decided which tunes would echo through the confined space of the Impala. 

The Top 30 Disco Classics cassette resounded out of baby’s speakers and Dean just had to undergo it all. Secretly he enjoyed these moments, but he would never admit it to anyone, not even you. Out of the corner of his eye he’d watch you mouth along, your head bobbing to the beat, your voice singing the chorus in tandem with the vocalist. This day wasn’t any different and he had to bite his lip to hide his amused smirk.

“Do you remember,” you started jamming to the first song. “21st night of September?” You wiggled your eyebrows at your boyfriend, making him crack up. How could you not play September by Earth, Wind & Fire on the 21st of September? It was a give away! 

The rest of the verse you hummed the melody, a word slipping past your lips every now and then. The older Winchester’s heart swelled when your lips curled up and you turned towards him the second the chorus hit. “Ba de ya, say do you remember. Ba de ya, dancing in September. Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day!” you cheered along.

When the next refrain hit, the tough hunter hummed with you. It was barely audible, but you picked up the low rumble, his deep voice a contrast to the high pitched singer’s. You didn’t tease him about it, knowing he’d get grumpy and stop all together. He only sang along to disco when Sam wasn’t in the car with you. He would never give that kind of blackmail to his little brother. The latter wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.

Night started falling when you approached the motel where Sam was waiting for you. He left a couple days earlier to investigate some weird murders and called for backup this morning, interrupting your and Dean’s ‘morning routine’. The two of you had been on the road since 11 am, the tape on repeat the entire drive, yet you didn’t get tired of the disco classics. Dean pulled over at the only motel in town while the cassette started over again for one final round and he drove the Impala into a parking spot.

When he was about to turn off the engine, you stopped him. The melody of September played in the background. With a smile you turned up the volume and got out of the car. Your hips swayed to the rhythm of the song as you motioned for Dean to follow you. He mumbled something inaudible but stepped out of the car, strolling around the hood until he halted in front of you. 

The music was partially drowned out by the rumble of the Impala’s engine, but that didn’t stop you. “As we danced in the night, remember how the stars stole the night away,” you serenaded your man. You intertwined your fingers with his and moved your arms to the beat. Dean’s body followed your moves rather stiffly, the unamused look on his face making you giggle. “Come on, mister grumpy pants. Have a little fun,” you winked with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes at you, yet his deep voice joined yours for the next verse. “My thoughts are with you, holding hands with your heart to see you,” he sang. He sounded a little off key, yet you only fell deeper in love with him.

“Remember how we knew love was here to stay,” you smiled as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his.

Before Dean could deepen the kiss, his brother interrupted your moment. “Are you guys coming inside to work on the case or are you going to sway to Y/N’s guilty pleasure disco music for the rest of the night?” he grumbled unamused.

Dean wanted to step back but you held him tightly in your arms. “We’ll sway some more, Sasquatch. Go ahead and stick your head back in those books, would ya?” you smirked before you pressed your lips back against Dean’s in a heated kiss. The younger brother rolled his eyes and slammed the door.

“You better get yourselves a room cause you’re not sleeping in this one,” the younger brother yelled through the thin door, the lock clicking to emphasize his words.

“Who said anything about sleeping, Sammy?” Dean responded with a big grin. You slapped his bicep, but you would never turn down a sleepless night with Dean Winchester.

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[mummybear]

Have You Got A Minute?

Words: 1006

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Swearing, think that’s it :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mentions of Sam Winchester

Summary: You and Dean hadn’t been intimate in a long time thanks to hunting, however one day of research becomes too much.

A/N: This is for the lovely @ne-gans​​ Seven Deadly sins challenge, my prompt was lust. Hope you like it my lovely! :) And thank you to @negans-lucille-tblr​ for being my beta :)

Ko-Fi - (HERE) :)

It had been a whole month since you and Dean had been intimate, not through choice, there had been no time. You look up at him, sitting at the other end of the room. He doesn’t even need to try, he’s flawless in your eyes. You miss having his big hands on you, his lips against yours, you miss the burn that his stubble left behind after he’d been between your legs, as he brought you to the edge again and again. 

You bite into your bottom lip when he looks up, you feel your thighs clench together with the way he looks at you, that devilish smirk on his plump lips. You can’t take it anymore, there’s so much sexual tension between the two of you and this research has been going on for hours, you want him so fucking bad. You make sure Sam’s looking away and stand quietly, curling your fingers at Dean. You turn quickly and put an extra sway in your hips as you walk towards the bathroom. 

You leave the door cracked open and quickly pull off your clothes, leaving yourself completely naked and jump up onto the counter. Watching as the door opens slowly, your heart thudding in your chest.

“Hey baby, you got a minute?” you purr seductively as he closes the door. He’s biting back a smile as he lets his eyes wander your body.

“Fuck sweetheart, for you, I’ve got all day.” He growls, stripping off his clothes with impressive speed. He steps towards you in two long strides and moves between your legs. 

You shudder as those big hands grip your thighs and he tugs you closer to the edge of the sink.

His lips are crushing against yours before you can speak, and you can already feel the slick starting to gather between your thighs. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” you gasp as he pulls away from your lips to let you breathe. 

You wrap your legs around his back, feeling his cock nudging at your wet heat, nudging against your sensitive clit as he starts to rock his hips into you.

“Mmmm, missed you too princess.” He winks before ducking his head and sucking one of your hardened nipples between his lips.

You moan loudly and he presses a finger to his smirking lips, you lean back on your hands, keeping your attention on him. He pulls back from your tits with a wet pop and pulls your hips closer to the edge.

“Fuck me, Dean, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Dean replies breathy and deep as he lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. “Still think you can take my big cock then baby? Been a long time.” 

“Why don’t you just fuck me and find out, Winchester,” you challenge him, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He slips the wide head inside and your hands uselessly try and grip the counter.

“So tight baby, shit. Spread your legs for me. Wanna watch that pretty pussy take me.” You do as he asks, bringing your feet up to the edge of the counter the best you can. He slides in slowly, letting you feel every inch of his thick length.

“Didn’t really think about lettin’ me fuck you up here did you, you’re gonna feel me for days, sweetheart,” 

Emphasising his point now you’re stuffed full of his cock, he presses against your stomach and you can feel his cock pressing tightly against your walls. When you look down you can see the slight outline of his length.

He pulls back and slowly slides back in. There’s a knock on the door and Dean starts to speed up, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Dean, stop. S-” You gasp when his hips slam into you and his cock is so deep your eyes roll. You slam a hand over your mouth, just managing to stop the scream.

Dean keeps his voice low as he speaks, “what’s wrong sweetheart, don’t want Sammy knowing how close you are to coming for me? Why don’t you answer him?” Dean smirks, his eyes daring you as he fucks you rough and hard, just like you’d needed. He already has you on the edge of orgasm and, clearly, he knows it. 

You shake your head and whimper his name. "I...I can’t,” you just about manage to gasp out behind your hand.

“You can or I stop and come all over that pretty face,” he challenges, his own breathing off now.

You glare at him,and his hips slow as he raises an eyebrow. Swallowing hard, you lick your lips, trying to control your breathing.

“Sorry S-Sam, be right out.” You just about manage and you know how wrecked you sound.

“Umm, okay Y/N.” Sam says before you hear his footsteps fade down the hall.

“Oh fuck,” you all but squeak when he starts rubbing your clit with his free hand.

“See that wasn’t so hard was it? So desperate for my cock, ain’t you sweetheart?”

You nod with your lip between your teeth, letting it go as you toss your head back.

“Gonna come Dean, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You all but scream the last word as your orgasm slams into you. 

Your thighs are shaking like crazy as Dean continues to fuck you through your high, your pussy pulsing repeatedly as he chases his own. “That’s my girl, fuck, I love how much you scream for me.” Dean grunts, his hips stuttering and you watch his hands white knuckling the counter.

He pulls you against his chest, face buried in your neck, sucking at your skin. Another rough thrust up into you and Dean falls apart, some of his release leaking down your thigh. 

You're both panting hard when he pulls out and kisses you passionately, “I really needed that baby, thank you.” 

He’s grinning at you like a child at Christmas and you can’t help but grin back, feeling yourself fall more in love with him if possible.

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[firefly-in-darkness]

Who’d Have Thought...

Characters: Dean Winchester & Y/N

Summary: What’s sexier than ugly jumpers??? PWP.

Prompt: Matching Ugly Jumpers / Spanking - @negans-lucille-tblr & @the-minus-four ‘s 12 Days of Ficmas Challenge

Word Count: 400

Warnings: Smut, 18+

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The red jumper, adorned with sequins and the nativity scene, skimmed your thighs and hung off your shoulder. It was ugly, yet, you felt sexy with the way Dean looked at you from the armchair on the other side of your bedroom.

Dean’s jaw ticked as you sauntered over to him on the armchair. His matching jumper, in green, was raised up his stomach to show his erection. Hardened from the way you danced to the Christmas music that filled the room and his slow strokes.

You straddled his lap and Dean leant back in the chair, hands behind his head with a smirk. Your gripped his cock and with a chaste kiss and a nip of your bottom lip, you rubbed up and down his cock. Dean’s moan rippled through your lips and you hummed at the way he bucked his hips.

You lowered onto his cock, pleasure flowed through your veins and nerves sparkled up to the ecstasy that filled your thoughts. With each movement, moans and grunts escaped yours and Dean’s lips. His hands gripped onto your hips in encouragement. 

Eyes locked onto one another and you melted further into the desire; the drag of his cock against your walls and the friction of your clit on his abs. You pulled his jumper over his head and clawed down his chest. Dean tugged yours above your breasts and he licked at your nipple while he palmed the other. 

Soft breathy moans turned into pants.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock Y/N.” Dean’s raspy voice whispered in your ear but echoed down to your core.

His hand struck at your ass softly then he gradually picked up the firmness when he felt your walls flutter around his cock with each blow.

“Harder. Please, Dean.” You whimpered against his neck and left wet, open mouthed kisses up his jaw.

Three spanks later and you were coming undone, followed quickly by Dean’s release. You slumped into his arms and he stroked up and down your back soothingly.

Slowly you untangled yourselves from the chair and redressed in your undies and leggings. Dean zipped his jeans and opened the bedroom door.

“Who'd have thought these cheap things would end up so sexy?” He chuckled and threw the jumper over his shoulder as he walked back to his own bedroom.

He never stayed. You were alone, again.

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[rockhoochie]

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean insists he has a talent of tongue. You decide to to put him to the test.

WC: ~1400

Warnings: light bondage (use of restraints, blindfold), voyeurism if you squint, no actual sex just lots and lots of dirty talk (which includes: masturbation, oral sex, squirting, ass play)

A/N: No set up, no plot, just Dean talking all kinds of filthy in a drabble that got away from me .@the-chocolate-moose, thanks for the prompt/request! Obviously got my juices flowing...Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Dean insisted he could make a woman come without actually touching her.

You insisted he was full of shit - it takes a lot more than dirty talk to actually get a woman off.

But he wouldn’t let it go, adamantly proclaiming it to be true, so sure of himself that he quipped, “wanna bet?”  Never one to miss an opportunity to be right, you accepted with an incredulous “talk is cheap, asshole, you’re on.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the dungeon, wrists and ankles gently but firmly bound to the chair you sat on, fully clothed, and one of Dean’s neckties stretched over your eyes. 

He’d been quiet for a few minutes now...you could hear his footsteps walking circles around you, hear his steady breathing. He was probably waiting for you to stop giggling like an idiot. 

You had to admit, you wondered if he was actually as good at this as he claimed to be. His looks alone were enough to whip any woman into a frenzy; add in some naughty words and saucy phrases tumbling from those plush lips, carried by that sexy, gravelly voice, and…

“You sure look pretty like this, YN, all tied up and eager. Like you’re ready for anything. Then again, you look sexy as hell all the time.”

Your eyes rolled up into your head, lashes fluttering against the silky blindfold. This wasn’t fair - you didn’t think he’d literally be muttering into your ear, the heat of his breath warming the skin just behind it, the lightest vibration of his lips buzzing against your flesh. 

“You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, sweetheart...to have a chance to tell you how much I think about you, tell you all the dirty things I think about…”

You exhaled, a little surprised at how ragged it sounded. And when you breathed in again, the air seemed warmer, thicker...it made your limbs feel a little heavy and your skin seemed to be covered with goosebumps.

“I think about you all the time, YN,” Dean continued, dropping his voice lower. “So beautiful...you got no clue how beautiful you are to me. Everything about you... the way you laugh, smile... I just love watching you do anything. Sometimes you drive me damn near crazy.”

All those words were somehow seeping into your pores. You could feel your nipples harden against your bra and you suddenly felt hot.  

“I got a confession to make... walked in on you in the shower once. You didn’t see me but I saw you, all wet and naked, hot water running over your perfect tits and down the crack of your tight ass... Christ, just the sight of you got me so fucking hard...thought about that for weeks. Still picture it when I’m jerking off, thinking about all the things I wanna do to you…”

You licked your lips and swallowed - your throat felt dry. And there was a tension crimping in your belly and you felt the faint the beat of your pulse between your legs. 

Damn it.

A whimper escaped your lips - you couldn’t help it. 

“You make the prettiest sounds, YN... you know, I can hear you when you’re fucking yourself. All those little moans and sighs...and I imagine you’re laid out your bed, one little hand playing with your tits while you have the other working between your legs, wet fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy... then I start wondering what I could do to get you to make those noises for me.”

You squirmed in your seat,  a flush spreading all through your veins.

“I know I’d kiss you first. Long and hard, just taking in the taste of your lips. And once I get my tongue in your mouth I’d start taking off your clothes, strip you down to your panties, and touch every single inch of your gorgeous body... sweetheart, you’re so soft and and smell so fucking good, but touching you ain’t enough...I gotta kiss you everywhere. Your neck, shoulders, fingers, your tits...I’ll spend time on your tits. Maybe suck on them for awhile, give those pink nipples a little bite.”

“Dean…” you whispered, hips rolling of their own volition, your core reaching out and coming back with nothing.

He hummed, planting little kisses behind your ear, lightly pulling your earlobe between his teeth. “Bet you’re getting so wet right now…”

“Please…” 

His lips found a heavenly spot on your neck, and you felt him smile right before his teeth grazed your flesh.

“Your skin tastes so good...bet your hot little pussy tastes even better.”

“Holy fuck, Dean…”

“I knew it,” he growled, “You love getting eaten out, don’t you, YN? Love a head between your legs and a thick tongue fucking your tight hole...It’s so perfect cause when I’m jerking off, and gettin’ close to blowing it, I just imagine what you taste like...probably like fuckin’ honey, all sweet and warm. I think about gettin’ on my knees while you’re all spread out, legs wide open, that beautiful pussy on display just for me, and I can see how soaked you are...fuck, it drips out of you, and when I get closer I can smell how bad you want it, so I get myself a slow, sweet taste and lick up your cream…”

You were completely gone, lost in the haze of Dean’s voice and the pictures he was painting with his sinfully delicious words, your breaths coming faster while your limbs strained against the ropes.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you taste so good...so fucking wet and I’m just devouring that pussy, licking up every drop... I just can’t get enough, can’t get my tongue far enough inside of you so I’ll slide my fingers deep into your hot cunt, find that sweet spot and fuck you with my hand...and you keep begging for more so I’ll bury myself three fingers deep...maybe slip one in your ass…”

The noise you made at that was beyond pathetic, but you just didn’t care. He was making you insane. 

Dean chuckled, nibbling at your neck, and running a palm along each of your thighs.

“Oh you’d like that, huh? Such a dirty girl ...yeah, I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll squirt, YN... I’ll keep nailing that sweet spot over and over, fucking your tight asshole with my finger and sucking your clit until you cum all over my face…”

You were trembling, back arching, moaning and sighing and begging. Slick had pooled at your entrance. Your clit was throbbing. The muscles of your cunt twitched and grasped at nothing, begging to be touched and filled and fucked…

“Then I’ll flip you over on your hands and knees, fuck you from behind and make you cum again... give you my thick cock so I can feel you clench and quiver all over my dick…and you’ll take it so good, baby, you’ll take every single inch of it nice and deep and you’ll be screaming it feels so good, the way I’m fucking you so hard...you’ll beg for my cum, sweetheart, beg me to fill up your pussy ‘till it’s dripping out of you…”

“Oh god Dean, fuck!” you cried, and almost out of nowhere, your climax flooded through you, hot and needy and electric, spreading from your core to the tips of your fingers. Your blindfold was lifted, restraints loosened and removed as you panted, satisfied from release but wanting and needing so much more. When you were finally able to focus, you noticed Dean staring down at you, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth and his hand palming at the bulge in his pants.

Without preamble you rushed him, crashing your lips against his as he grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in arms. You were vaguely aware of being carried down the hallway, and soon you were laid out on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as Dean stared at you with dark, emerald eyes.

“YN, I -”

“Shh,” you hissed, placing a finger over his lips. “Talk is cheap. Now put up or shut up.”

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[thethingwewrite]

Choose Your Side

Part 1:  Witch?

Summary: (Y/N) didn't know what she was getting into when she found the book in her locker. Would using it be just all the fun she thought she could have or something darker than she except?

Pairing: Dean x Reader (in the future)

Word Counts:  2817

Warning: Bullying, little angst

A/N: Hey guys, here is the new fic and series, I was working on. As you know its a charmed crossover but they aren't in the first part but in the next one, the same is for Dean. There is only Bobby in this part so bar with me, I like her to discover the whole new world first then bring anyone yet. Like I said it was supposed to be a co-writer fic with @secretlyfurrydragon . She inspired me a lot and I really believed she is a great writer. Thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis for betaing this as always she is just doing a great job with me :). I hope you will enjoy this and let me know what you think about it.

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March 1998

It was a dark, raining night filled with thunder every now and again. From the window of your room, you observed the scenery and wondered if you had been the reason the rain started in the first place. You bit your lips and glanced at the night table you converted into a ritual table surrounded by candles. You did not know whether you could be happy about it or worried, so you slowly decided to walk to it and read the page you used to cast a spell. You took a deep breath as you reread it for the third time.

You had been practicing witchcraft for a whole week now. So far it's only been fun. Any little trick here and there, but you never dared to try the bigger one until now. Being 14 year old, (y/h/c) and plus-size was never easy. So when you found the book in your locker a week ago, you thought someone was pranking you, especially with the weird note, you discovered with it

“(Y/N). You had been chosen to use and protect this book. Make sure it never falls into the wrong hand. Also, This book is a gift and can also be a curse too. If you have good intentions, you will only face minor consequence in your life, if not, get ready for a lifetime of nightmare and losing your loved one.”

That note worried you, mainly because no one knew your locker code but you. You made sure of it. So you quickly put the heavy book in your backpack and went to the library. Stupidly thinking the book belonged there and the look the librarian gave you, it was something you never want to do again. So you left quickly without the book and did everything to avoid the odd look you received on the way to your class.

The whole day, you had received comments from your classmate calling you a witch or fat witch, particularly because the book pop up at any particular moment, even though some of your teachers confiscate it from you and you also throw it in the trash bin on the way home but found it on your bed. You had stopped freaking out after the third time and after receiving from one of your teacher a note to be in detention. You were just bothered and annoyed by everything, so you just gave in and opened the book.

A rumble of thunder startled you and brought you back into the problem. You slightly smiled as you noticed that this spell would only last 12 hours.

“Good,” you said to yourself then closed the book.

You smiled and promised yourself that you wouldn’t use the book anymore, while cleaned and put everything that was on the night table in your closet before going to sleep.

The next day like you predicted, the storm stopped around 9 am and you were pleased to know that the weather came back as it's expected to be. After that, nothing major happened other than two of the four kids that bothered you didn't come into class that day, you did not mind. You figured that they were sick or something, but while you had your lunch break, the two left came to your table.

“Where are they, fat ass!?” Joyce queried

You raised an eyebrow “Who are they? ” You asked back

Joyce grabbed your arms and put pressure on it, you wanted to react, but her boyfriend pressed a knife against your side under the table “Don’t even try anything. Or Jamie will deflate you before you even have the chance to say a word” She threatened you, “Again. Where are they?”

Your heart thundered in her chest while you grimaced slightly in pain while the blade of the knife pressing against your side. “I...I swear I don't know who you are talking about Joyce” You implored her.

“Babe, is she that dumb?” Jamie grumbled “Jack and Jerry.”

“What about them?” you quavered

Joyce didn't have the time to say anything that the janitor came in the way. “Is everything ok kiddo?” He questioned

Jamie narrowed his eyes “She is fine! Now move grandpa” he spat

The harsh look the janitor gave Jamie made the three of you widen your eyes. Joyce let go of your arms and Jamie slide away from you. Both of them left the table without looking back at you.

The janitor’s face smoothed slightly and changed into a concerned look. “You ok kiddo?” he asked one more time

You nodded “Yes, thank you Mr…" you trailed off

“Singer. Bobby Singer,” he introduced himself “Don’t let those idjits…” He started, but he was interrupted by a black male came into the conversation

“Bobby. We need to go” He said not even paying attention to you

Bobby nodded before turning back to you, but once again he didn’t have a chance to speak anything that the man grabbed his shoulder and took him away from you. You observed them leave, linking Bobby already even with the little talk you had. He had saved you today.

Two days later

After the incident and Bobby’s help, nothing significant happened, aside from breaking your promise not to use magic again, but this was an emergency some of your classmates had been slowly disappearing. That’s when you understood what Joyce accused you of being behind those events. She was wrong, at least you hoped even indirectly related to the disappearance you didn’t want to be the one to blame for it. Now here you were with your book open on a tracking spell. All of the incantations were in Latin, and you weren't sure that you pronounced them correctly. Because let's be honest here Latin was the only class you had been failing this year and the fact that those spells even if they were fun to try were in Latin, didn't help you at all. Not to mention you barely understand any of it, you only hope it wasn't something wicked.

You took a deep breath before, chanted the last word of the spell as you dropped the powder inside the cauldron. A small explosion could be heard, and some smoke moved up, you waved off, then grabbed the white stone inside the container before putting it on the map. The second the rock touched the map. It melted like it was burning from the inside and turned into a silver liquid which moved around the map to form a circle around a group of houses. You frowned, it wasn’t specific, but at least you knew where those houses were.

You arrived at the house's neighborhood a few 25 minutes later. Your bike stopped near one of the houses, this area was new construction, and nobody would come here for any reason because some of them still needed to be built. You glanced at them one by one not sure which one you should check first; luckily you took the map with you, you pulled out of your backpack and opened it. You noticed the big circle slowly started to get smaller, as you walked and pushed your bike.

Night had come quickly, by the time you arrived in front of the right house. A big old house, you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side ‘What the hell?’ You thought, wondering why this house was still there in the middle of all those new houses. You stared at it for a few minutes as you walked toward the manor, nervously because it was giving you the creep and you couldn’t shake a strange feeling. You walked into the house after a few moments of wrestling with the door.

Now that you were inside the house, the creepy feeling you had earlier was getting stronger. The door slamming shut itself, startling you. You placed your hand on your chest and tried to calm yourself. Your eyes traveled around the dim hallway, too dark for you to be able to see anything or your eyes to adjust to it. You took your backpack and searched for a lamp, but you didn’t seem to have anything else but the book when you realized the book was there one more time.

You sighed and shook your head ‘Shity book’ you thought.

Even though it was starting to get on your never, you pulled the book when you noticed the book was shining a little. Maybe you could use to walk around or just to find a spell to use, so you have lights in there? You ran the thought in your mind for a few seconds before kneeling down on the floor and putting the book down then flipped the pages until you found the right one.

You smiled “ ego indigeō lucis” (I need light) you repeated three times

You looked around for several minutes as nothing happened, you frowned and closed the book thinking you would just have to carry it around. You closed the book, but it wasn’t shining anymore. Magic was so complicated that you weren’t sure if you still like it. You put the book back in your backpack.

“How Am I going to see anything?” You wondered out loud.

Like someone turned the light on, your hands started to shine the same the book had a few moments ago, you widened your eyes and looked at your hands impress with everything. A smirk appeared on your face; you grabbed your backpack before starting to walk with a hand extended in front of you. As you walked into the vast and dark hallway with the only company the light shining from you had, you got startled by some rats running past you. You watched them go like there was something off about that. Well, rats running away has usually been a sign of danger.

“Hey You!?” someone called out

You turned to face a man, you weren't sure where you saw him before, but you didn't care because the look on his face when he saw your hand shining wasn't good at all, especially because he pulled his gun out “No don't! I am not here to hurt you" you quickly said, holding your hand up, but it wasn't a good idea because your hands started to shine more and slightly blind him making him groan

“Like hell you are!” He barked

Call it intuition or weird feeling, but you didn't feel like staying there and feel the consequences of this, so you turned around and ran away from him, and you were right. You heard the sound of the wind when a bullet came near you. You knew you made the right decision; you ran as fast as you could, not caring where you are going before falling your face first as someone jumped on you to pin you down on the floor.

“Please don't “ You begged as the person gripped at your shoulder to hold you on the floor

“Well, I’ll be damned”  The voice you recognized cursed

“Bobby?” You asked, surprise

“Watch her hand!" Another voice

“Get up" Bobby ignored the man and stood up. You obeyed putting your hand down not wanting to show them, but Bobby grabbed them, and the shining light was on again, “How can you do that?” He asked as the other male came next to you.

You barely had the time to say anything that the other man beat you “She is a witch! Bobby! I told you a witch was behind this” He grumbled showing Bobby the book he found in your back

You shook your head“No! I am not behind this! I am here to help them,” You protested

“Right! We are dumb and Dumber” the other man sneered

“Andrew. Let her answer” Bobby said then turned to face you “Listen (Y/N), we are not going to hurt you…” He began before being interrupted by Andrew  again

“Like hell we aren’t!” He hissed

You shrank back; Bobby let you have a small space between the two of you. However, he was still holding your hand “We are not going to kill you…Yet” Bobby corrected

You palled and tears formed in your eyes. You weren't sure if you were supposed to be happy or not with the fact that the place was dark “What!?” You fretted

“Just tell us where the other kids are and we might consider if you live or not” Andrew  maintained

Your breath quickened, and you pulled one of your hands away from Bobby’s grip “I.. I swear I didn't do anything to them. I… I just want to save them…. I used magic so that I could see in this hallway. Please don't kill me” You begged while your tears fell down your face

Bobby took the book from Andrew  “You know those books are dangerous. There is always a prize behind every spell this book does” He tried to calmly explain it to you.

“That’s not what the note says. I am not allowed to use this for personal gain otherwise I would lose people I care” You confess

“(Y/N) How can you not think about this being weird when you receive that kind of message” He scowled

Before you even had the chance to open your mouth, an invisible force thrown the 3 of you apart from each other. You gasped, and your heartbeat quickened, with a long bang your head hit furniture. All dizzy and barely able to stand with your arms falling along your side, a loud high sound in your ears as you tried to focus on your surroundings, yet failed as you passed out. Occasionally coming in and out, every time you did, you had to concentrate which take her almost all her strength each time. Only some images remained in your mind, with Bobby and Andrew fighting the best they could something, you weren't sure what exactly before you fainted for good not able to hold the pain in your head anymore.

You woke up after a few hours with the sound of the two voices bickering over something you barely or didn't care due to a huge headache you had. You tried to listen. However, your head didn't allow you to sneak on them. It needed too much concentration, and you didn't have the strength to do that. You just gave up and sat up in what looked like a bed “Could you keep down so my brain could rest a little” You said not caring whoever it was

“See Bobby Cinderella is awake now,” Andrew  said sarcastically

You massage your temples, trying to make the pain more bearable, of course, it failed as you watched Bobby come to you and sat next to you. “You look like I did something bad,” You told him

“More like several bad things. Princess” Andrew  said

“What my partners mean is, even though you saved our lives. You did put everyone's life in danger” Bobby said

You widened your eyes and shook your head “No. No, I didn’t hurt anyone. I promise” You blurted as tears came down your cheek.

“The spell you use of that book where market each time you used them. Do you even understand what they mean?” He asked

“Some I did,” You said as more tears fell down

“Oh please,” Andrew grumbled, “Listen, those were dangerous. You were sending each of your friends to a demon!” He fumed

“I...I am sorry” You sobbed “I...I didn’t know. I won’t do it again.”

Bobby nodded “Alright, as long as you stop that I am ok with that” He sent a glare to Andrew

Andrew shrugged “Yeah, don’t, or else we will have to kill you.”

You gasped “I promise I won’t,” You said

Andrew grabbed the book “We are taking this with us as insurance” He said putting the book in his bag before walking out of the room

You nodded, barely able to say anything as you only sob. Bobby shook his head at him, then helped you up. They brought you back to your house, luckily your parents weren't home, nobody to ask you any question. When you got to your room, the book was there again.

[adriellej]

Hidden In The Stables

Pairings: No pairing

Characters: Jensen Ackles

Summary: Working in a big stable with expensive horses and brilliant riders is a great job. The wish to ride for such a stable is big, and maybe that day is closer than you thought.

Warnings: Well besides a skittish horse and mention of a fall from a bucking/rearing horse, I don’t think there is any.

Word count: 700+

A/N: Well first time writing something for a reeeeeaaaally long time. But here I am, writing an AU about something I love and have very close to me. Horses! Sooooo, simply I hope you enjoy this, and let me know if you guys want it to be a series, been thinking about it. Thanks to @hiddenwritingsintheworld​ for betaing this and helping me through it. Hopefully I will get better at posting and writing, but I ain’t promising anything. Without further ado, enjoy!

The loud noise of a horse whining erupted from the riding arena as you walked past it. You knew better than to let your curiosity get the best of you, but the horses here were amazing, and the riders even more so. As you had expected, your brain went one way and your feet another. Walking into the big building you stepped silently up the stairs to look in the big arena. The rounded wooden roof turning into an edge at the top, the big windows and the big mirrors in the end of the arena was breathtaking. If only you had a chance to ride in a place like this. Even the surface of the arena was smooth and undusty, it was absolutely perfect.

Jensen, one of the best riders, rode around on a big beautiful dark liver chestnut stallion, his forehead covered with a beautiful star and a snip on his nose. His left front leg having a big white sock reaching half the way up his cannon, and his right hind leg having a small sock covering his pastern. He surely had his own opinion of things. The horses in the stable were top trained in each of their disciplines, except this stallion. He was bucking, rearing and throwing himself around, Jensen barely staying on the big horse. The stallion’s eyes were big the white in his eyes showing, nostrils too and ears laid down his neck, making him look fierce and dangerous. His head was held high as he continuously jumped around.  

The stallion kept screaming out and fiercely trying to get Jensen out of balance.

“Woah boy, take it easy” Jensen tried talking quietly to the horse, not once yanking his mouth to make him stop. “Ahearn, easy boy” Ahearn kept jumping around making it halfway through the arena. It was incredible how strong Jensen's legs was to just stay on. His head just as calm as his hands, even his legs barely touched the horse. The stallion jumped up into a rear throwing both front legs as high up as they could go. If you hadn’t known better, it almost looked amazing with Jensen and the big scary stallion in a big rear. Shortly after the stallion landed and immediately threw himself into a big buck finally achieving to throw Jensen out of balance. One big leap forward and the stallion was off… without his rider.

You ran into the arena, not sure if you wanted to help Jensen or the frightened horse running around the arena in a full gallop, stirrups continually hitting his sides.

“Hey! Stay out, he can be… “ Jensen tried but you were already in the arena waiting for the horse to reach your end of it. Realising how big he was you started regretting your decision trying to catch him.

“Woaaaaaaah boy!” You said, your voice raised and arms stretched above your own head to get his attention. The horse looked at you and for just a second seemed to think of slowing down, but a loud bang outside the arena freaked him out more and sent him into yet another sprint. Once again waiting for him to come around, you tried getting him into a corner to calm him. “Eeeeaaasy Ahearn,” you tried again, this time getting him to slow down and look at the barrier, changing his gait into a trot. Even though he was scared he slowed down, turned to look at you and stood still, breathing heavily and being scared and uncomfortable.

“There you go boy,” you said slowly reaching out your hands to grab one rein hanging down towards the ground. “Shhhh, it’s okay” calmingly you got closer and caught the rein. His head jerked upwards when you grabbed the rein. “Heeey it’s okay,” smiling to yourself you let the stallion smell your hand, his hot breath on your hand somewhat calming to you. “Maybe you should think about lunging him some more,” you said walking back towards Jensen who had started dusting himself off. First now realising his clothing and condition. His tight navy t-shirt and vest covered in the arena’s surface, and his black slim pants too. Only thing you could barely see had touched the ground was his long slim leather boots.

“What do you know about it?” Jensen said as you handed him the horse after he had brushed himself off from the fall.

“More than you apparently,” you said as you walked away, leaving Ahearn and Jensen behind in the arena, first now realising why you weren’t the rider, but just the stablehand.

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[georgialouisea]

Evening News

Evening News

Square Filled: Book/News Editor Sam Pairing: Sam x Reader, ofcs.  Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing Summary: Tuesdays are hard, Tuesdays dealing with your boss harder. Word Count: 1260 Written/Created for @spnaubingo  

AU Bingo Masterlist

“Y/L/N!” Mr Peters voice bellowed from his office.

Standing up you walked towards his office, watching him through the glass you knew you were done for, taking a breath you knocked on his open door.

“Yes sir?”

“Get in here, shut the door.” He snapped as he stood up and walked around his desk. Closing the door you turned around and waited for the shouting to start. “Care to explain why I recieved the exact same article from you and from Miss Jones?”

“I don’t know.”

“Or how about the fact you sent yours twenty minutes after Miss Jones did?”

“What? You think I copied her? It was my article she wasn’t even on this, I can show you my notes and my drafts.”

“Fine, show me.” Peters waved his hand towards the door.

Walking towards your desk you opened the second drawer down and reached for your notebooks, both of which were gone.

“My notebooks are gone.”

“How convenient.”

“My drafts, I have them saved.” You sat down at your desk, searching the documents you tried to hold it together when you realised they were gone. “Or not.”

“Back in my office.” Peters snapped.

Standing up you glanced towards Sam Winchester’s office, he was focused on something on his screen, as Peters walked by he glanced up.

“So why’d you do it?” Peters asked.

“I didn’t.”

“Well, everything is telling me you did.”

“I promise you I didn’t.”

“Plagiarism isn’t taken lightly here.”

“Sir I know.”

“So why steal from Miss Jones?”

“I-”

“Y/N, this is serious, for now, you’re suspended.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry but we can’t have thieves in the company.”

“I’m not a fucking thief, I wrote that article, I had four drafts on my computer, I had notes in my notebooks and they’re gone along with my drafts, I don’t know what’s going on but I wrote the article and I didn’t steal anything.”

“Wow.” Peters looked at you wide-eyed, his gaze falling over your shoulder.

Turning you looked at the chest of Mr Winchester.

“Sir, I’m so sorry.” You stammered taking a step away from him.

“No need Miss Y/L/N.” He smiled at you.

“Sam she’s copied an article word for word, lord knows what else she’s stolen.”

“She didn’t steal the article, she wrote it.”

“What?” Peters looked at you.

“A few months ago she started adding me to her emails, she’s been sending her articles to me as well as you.”

“I have?” You looked at Sam, your brows furrowed.

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you said anything about her emailing the editor in chief every day?”Peter’s asked Sam.

“Honestly because I love everything she writes, she’s talented and that’s why I overrule you when you try to push bullshit work.”

“Sir.”

“No, firstly you’re going to apologise to Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sir, we don’t know who sent the email first.”

“Peters I’ve been reading both Y/N and Jones’ work for months, I know who writes what, the more serious issue is where is Charlotte Jones?”

“Sir.”

“And where’s Miss Y/L/N’s property? What happened to her drafts?” Sam questioned.

“We will find out, I’ll speak to security.”

“Get myself and Miss Y/L/N a cup of coffee or whatever she wants, I want to talk to her.”

“Y/N?” Peters asked his gaze dropping from Sam.

“Coffee please.” You smiled at him, watching his fists clench as he walked away.

“Come to my office.” Sam ushered you towards the room a few down and closed the door behind you.

“Sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t know I was sending every article to you.”

“Don’t apologise your writing is amazing, more than once I’ve overruled, I only met you a few months ago, Y/N you’re so talented.”

“Sir I -”

“Here’s your drinks.” Peters walked in and gave you and Sam a cup each.

“Thanks.”

“If you need me I’ll be next door.” Peters began to walk out.

“We won’t” Sam made sure he heard him as Peters shut the door. “Fucking asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

“He’s sleeping with Charlotte.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’ve known for a few weeks it hasn’t affected anything until today, workplace relationships are fine until crap like this happens.”

“Well then.”

“I’ve never liked him.” Sam glanced over at him through the glass walls. “I’ll find out what’s going on, I’ll get something sorted.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s okay if you want to go home for the day you can.”

“Thank you.”

“I may be being really forward and inappropriate here but would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

“Really? You want to take me to dinner?”

“Yes, if you don’t want to just forget I ever asked.”

“No actually, I’d love to.”

“I’m heading home, you really want to mess with Peters?”

“Yes.” You smiled at Sam.

“Come on then.” He stood up grabbing his coat and briefcase, his hand rested on your lower back as he walked you through the office to your desk, grabbing your coat and handbag you took a glance over your shoulder at Peters’ office, his eyes were wide and following your every move with Sam by your side.

“He’s watching us.”

“He will be, he’s going to be in shit tomorrow.” Sam smirked. “Wait till the investigation starts.”

Walking downstairs with Sam close behind you saw Charlotte. “Hey, Charlotte!” You called giving her a wave.

“Hey, are you okay, you leaving or something?”

“What? No, just going for dinner aren’t we?” You looked up at Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded putting on his coat.

“Have you seen my notebooks? I can’t find them anywhere.” You watched her eyes flit between you and Sam.

“Erm, yeah you left them on my desk.” She lied.

“Oh okay, could have sworn they were in my drawer, can you leave them on my desk please?”

“Yeah, sure, have a nice meal.” She dropped her head and walked by Sam.

“Just so you know I’ve emailed everyone who needs to know about what’s going on, It will be sorted within the week,” Sam whispered, his hand resting on your lower back.

“Thank you, so where are we going for dinner?”

“Wherever you want.” Sam shrugged.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You stopped walking and looked at Sam.

“Because I like you, and I just really want to get to know you.” He smiled at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He bit his lip as he smiled.

“You stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Your lip, stop because I really want to kiss you and we’re in the lobby so I can’t.”

“Come here.” He took your hand and led you towards the basement carpark, his hand was still in yours as he stopped at a black classic car.

“Nice car.”

“It’s my brothers, mine is in for repair.” He mumbled, opening the trunk he threw his brief case in, he took your handbag from you and put it in, slamming it shut he pushed you against it.

“Sam.” You breathed, his hands were on your waist one of them moving up to cup your cheek.

“Yeah?” He asked before kissing you, his arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to him.

You pulled away breathless, his forehead resting against yours. “You want to skip dinner?”

“God yes.” He grinned before kissing you again. “I should have asked you to dinner sooner.”

“Yeah, you should have.” You laughed.

When you woke up this morning there's no way you would have said you’d be going to sleep in Sam Winchester’s bed.

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project (feat. The Station Breaks)

This project is finished!!!

See the completed book online HERE.

Rob was sweet, as always, and very sad to hear we won’t be doing any more of these. He said he’s enjoyed reading them, but he understands not being able to keep churning them out. Even though we can’t do more, I’m proud of us!!

Rules for the project, as well as links to the original posts for all of the stories and art, are under the cut!

If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)

Here’s the schedule:

6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)

9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.

9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.

This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.

Here are the rules (below the cut):

Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.

Artists: - You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. - If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work. - SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know! - When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page.  - You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to. - I would love some original cover art! If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

Writers: - Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. - Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing. - Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis. - You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year. In honor of their album, Splitting the Seams, if you would like to rework an old story, or write a new story based on a song you have previously written for, go for it! These stories will be in a separate section of the book, and the introduction to each one will reference your previous story.  - Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.) - You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words. - Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can. - Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.) - If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it! - I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!

Everyone: - If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the last three (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.

And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.

As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!

Able-Legged Heroes

Make Believe Starin’ at the Middle Paper, Plastic Head Check Grandma’s Song Yeah, Well St. Louis  When I’m Gone - @winchestergirl-13 (fic)  (art) Three Car Garage  In Like Finn Undergrad Prom 

Overachiever

Cast Off  Neurosis  Codependent Only Lyin’ Overachiever Uncle Bob Blank Card No Hero  Boy In Need

Suit And Tie

Suit And Tie Operator Gina Knows Blind A Lot To Learn  Rock Song - @waywardnerd67 (fic and art) Rockit Real Life Long Way St. Louis Walk It Off Homesick 

A Brand New Hurt

Better All I Need  Pop Tart Heart Kind Of Guy Downtown Letdown Mrs. Vance Election Day Silverspoon Holiday Ready Steady Alright  Medicated  Something To Say - @winchestergirl-13​ (fic)  (art) Wasted Afternoon

Help You (single)

Help You 

Eskimo

Like the Heart Goes  Eskimo  Carpool Lane CA Nation Cigarette Mamma’s Jam  Worlds Collide - @writingfromkitchenator (fic and art) She Waits - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (fic)  @alaskanartist​ (art) January Gamma Ray Be Me Wave  Past Perfect 

Sky Alive

Reunion - @impala-dreamer​ (fic and art) Lucky Cool if I Come Over  Hot Times Big One Fifteen Hey Darlin  Bandaged Hand Crooked Wheel Trigger Finger Honey Bee - @atc74 (fic and art) Angela - 

No Time Like The Present

Present Time Change The Locks Amazing  Taxi Driver Over Before It Began Leg Up  Roll Me Over Fair  This Is How - @mrswhozeewhatsis (fic)  @impala-dreamer​ (art) Night Light Juliet  Numb 

Splitting The Seams

Another Fool - @impala-dreamer​ (fic and art)  Too Far Away 

The Station Breaks

Slightest Thing Gone The Rest Free - @andromytta (fic)  @winchestergirl-13​ (art) They Ain’t You  Just Walk Away Stowaway Not Giving My Heart Away - @mandilion76 (fic and art) Old Neighborhood  Autumn Back 

Cover art by @alaskanartist​ 

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[revwinchester]

New Vessel

Summary: Gabriel is back but in order to really help the Winchesters, he needs a new vessel.

Characters: Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Arthur Ketch (mentioned), Asmodeus (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Jack (mentioned)

Word Count: 983

Warnings: cursing, mention of past torture, angel possession

A/N: So, I read this article about Dean in the coming episodes (there are some vague season 13 spoilers if you read it) and this was the first thing that popped into my head.  I couldn’t focus on anything else until I got it down on paper and I’m not convinced that something like this won’t actually happen...

Also, I’m making this an entry into the @gabriel-monthly-challenge for March!  One of the prompts was a song called Broken Halos by Chris Stapleton and the chorus really feels like it fits this one.  I’m hoping to write another with one or more of the other amazing prompts, too!

New Vessel - 

Seen my share of broken halos Folded wings that used to fly They've all gone wherever they go Broken halos that used to shine      - Broken Halos by Chris Stapleton

“I can’t do it.”  Gabriel’s voice was firm and steady, despite the fact that he hadn’t been able to use it for much of the past decade.  With Ketch’s help, Sam, Dean, and Cas had been able to break him out of the prison Asmodeus had created for him.  The brothers had loaded the archangel into the back of the Impala and then driven him back to the bunker where they began to nurse him back to health.  It had been slow going but, after they had convinced Gabriel that they were real and not just another hallucination created to torture him into submission, he had started making real progress.  

With Sam standing at his side, Dean had just told Gabriel about their predicament.  They still hadn’t been able to track down a way to get to Jack and Mary.  They had all the ingredients to open the portal except one - the grace of an archangel.  They didn’t need all of it, Sam had assured him, and Castiel was willing to share his grace with Gabriel until he had returned to his full power but the recently rescued archangel had still bristled at the idea.

Dean pursed his lips at Gabriel’s response.  “You can’t or you won’t?” he asked harshly, all of the men tense as his words brought back flashes of nearly a decade ago when Dean had asked him the same question.  Gabriel had stayed quiet that time but now he had an answer.

Sam beat him to speaking, though, and grabbed his brother’s arm in warning, a quiet “Dean,” muttered under his breath but the older man shrugged him off.

“No, Sam, we risked our asses to pull him out of hell,” he said, his eyes trained on Gabriel.  “He owes us this.”

Sam was about to respond, likely something about how he had already nearly died for them once, Gabriel assumed, but the archangel spoke up before the younger Winchester could take them all further on the trip down memory lane.  

“Can’t.”  He stared Dean down, the hunter taking a step backwards under his scrutiny.  “Not in this vessel.  It’s not strong enough for me to survive with depleted grace, yet.”  

Dean looked the weakened angel over and Gabriel could tell he was deciding whether or not he believed his story.  The human squared his shoulders and stood up a little straighter, emphasizing the difference in height between him and the archangel in front of him.  “If we can find you another vessel you could do it?”

Gabriel arched a brow, interested in where this line of questioning was going, and nodded.

Dean’s lips pursed again as he sucked at his top teeth in thought.  “Then, yes.”

Gabriel saw Sam’s eyebrows shoot up at Dean’s words and he knew he had a similar expression on his own face.  Even after all these years, humans still had the power to surprise him.  

Sam reached for his brother again, this time not allowing his grip to be shaken off.  “Dean, what the hell?  What are you doing?”

The older Winchester didn’t take his eyes off of Gabriel as he replied to his brother.  “We said we’d do whatever it took to get them back, Sam.  If this is what it takes, I’m in.”  He paused for a minute, waiting for Gabriel to do or say something.  When the archangel didn’t move, continued speaking.  “Come on, I was literally created for Michael to wear me like a cheap suit.  Handling you should be a piece of cake,” Dean prodded.

Gabriel stepped forward and nodded.  “If that’s the way you want it.  Heck, I’ll even let you out to play when we’re sucking on Castiel’s neck.”  Gabriel knew he was antagonizing the hunter but he didn’t care.  It was a stupid plan but, if what the brothers had shared was true, it was the only one they had to bring Mary Winchester and Jack back to the world in which they belonged.  A nephilim in the hands of Michael - especially a Michael who had claimed apocalyptic victory - was not a scenario that he wanted to imagine.  However, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to push Dean’s buttons in order to give the human a chance to back out.

Dean’s nostrils flared but he didn’t take the bait.

“I made this vessel for myself and I’ll want it back once we’re done,” Gabriel announced.

Dean almost laughed, a short burst of air escaping through his nose in disbelief.  “Oh, don’t you worry, I’m kicking your ass out as soon as this is over.”  

“Well, aren’t you just Mr. Hospitality, Dean-o,” Gabriel coldly joked, still trying to alienate the hunter.  “Here’s my terms: I’ll do this for you on the condition that you bring me back here to this universe to return to my vessel and that you call off your hunt for Asmodeus.  Once I’m back to full power, his demonic ass is mine.”

Dean scoffed at the fact that Gabriel thought he might expel him and leave him behind in the other world.  Sure, he wasn’t the archangel’s biggest fan but he wasn’t cruel, either.  That was a conversation - or, more likely, a confrontation - for another time, though and Dean quickly replied.  “Deal.”

The trio walked to the library, the corridors silent apart from their footsteps.  Once they arrived, Dean prayed for Castiel to join them.  Gabriel was going to need to top off his grace once they took some from him.  Cas would be weakened after that but he would still be able to make sure that Gabriel’s body remained hospitable to host the archangel upon their return.

As soon as Cas arrived, Gabriel sat down in one of the chairs.  “I need to hear you say it again, Dean.”

“Yes.”

The room flashed white and Gabriel’s vessel slumped over lifeless in its chair as Dean’s eyes glowed blue with grace.

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