#dean x reader x sam

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester’s Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 984

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo true mates

A/N: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N II: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART V

Dean angrily stomped down the hallway and burst into the exam room, yelling, “Do you have any idea how fucking backasswards this state is, Dad!”

John blinked in surprise. Dean rarely spoke like this towards him as a Subordinate Alpha, which meant something was very off. Sam's ignored inquiry was another red flag. “Dean, what happened?”

“Do you know what they mandate done to prove ownership of O’s?” John was about to respond when the doctor reappeared, clearly unnerved by the angry scent rolling off Dean. “I need to speak to you privately, Mr. Winchester.” John doesn’t answer them back. “Dean, you got all the paperwork squared away?”

Dean acknowledged it was complicated, shifted his focus to the doctor, staring oddly at Sam, and barked, “You’re not his type, Doc!”  John ignored Dean's outburst and ordered them to wait outside the O’s room. They walked to another exam room, shutting the door. The doctor handed him a file. “This is the reason I asked to speak privately. It concerns your sons and the O.”

John read the first page. “The O’s file is flagged in the database? It was part of a lot taken during the bust of an illegal Pack distributor, and federal law requires spaying before resale?” The doctor interrupted, “Since I just examined it, I can attest this O is still fully intact. Heaven knows how Helms got hold of it.”

Anger crossed John’s handsome features, and snarled, “That son of a bitch! Her original purchaser accused Helms of selling them misrepresented goods. No wonder that Alpha sold her so cheaply.” He flipped to the next page and continued reading.

The next thing John was aware of was that he was seated on the floor. He knew most people would find this situation impossible, but he had had too much personal experience with the unbelievable to doubt it. “Mary’s obstetrician never said anything about us having twins!”

The doctor rolled a stool over and sat down before the big Alpha. “Was her physician at a government clinic?” John affirms the question, which makes the doctor sigh. “I bet she had an amniocentesis performed.” At John's expression, they said, “Some of their OBs order testing even if the ultrasound or blood work doesn’t show anything concerning.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Money. They use it to determine the sub-gender and designation because there are those among the elite wanting specific types of newborns. And twins with designations of Pack Omega and Breeder Alpha? It would’ve created a bidding war.”

John felt his lips moving, unable to vocalize the questions spinning in his mind. He did not want to believe the information when the doctor gestured to the results in his hands.

“I’m not lying about Sam and the Omega being twins.” John shook his head. “But I saw the ultrasounds. I would have known if I had a daughter!”

“With the older equipment, they could have already loaded someone else’s tape in the machine to fool you. And were you present during delivery?” John responded negatively.

“They drugged your mate, so she won’t remember the birth to smuggle the newborns out of the hospital directly. Something must have gone wrong since they only got your daughter, but it doesn’t explain how she ended up with that illegal distributor.”

John flashes back to seeing Mary and remembers how out of it she seemed after having Sam. Later, a shorter man appeared out of nowhere when he took Dean to the nursery, holding him up to see his new brother through its large window. He doesn’t remember their conversation, but Dean’s comment about not letting the man with the spooky eyes get Sammy stuck with him.

John's voice is hoarse. “How can she be a Pack Omega? And Sam a Breeder? They don’t exist anymore!”

“We might have evolved into civilized beings but still carry our ancestors' genetic makeup.” The doctor tapped a finger against their lips, “There was a theory that the reintroduction of Wild Pack DNA could reactivate Breeder genes within certain bloodlines, which would explain why the twin turned out a Pack Omega. She is your son's true mate.”

The doctor's words, certain bloodlines-true mate, pounded like a drumbeat, repeating in his keen mind and boarding on deafening when it hit him.

All this has something to do with Mary's death too.

“As that character in Jurassic Park said, life finds a way.” The doctor looked pained. “I must report all these results to the federal authorities by law. They will request a local retainer immediately and take them into custody. But since you have a court date,” the doctor calculated by wall clock, “In roughly thirty hours. I won’t send the results until then.”

John grew suspicious. “Why delay it?”

“I may participate in this system, but I’m not heartless. I have pups myself, and I’ve just dropped a metaphorical bomb on you. If these weren’t extenuating circumstances, you’d have legal recourse against Helms.”

John nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you. Are you obligated to tell all my pups about these findings?” The doctor replied yes but gave a pointed look, “Your party has left before I could notify them.” They paused to ponder a moment.

“Perhaps this is an unexpected blessing. The judge must accept these test results, negating your son’s conviction because now they’ve been brought together, their wolves won’t allow them to be separated easily.”

John left the office but slipped out of the clinic's rear entrance instead of returning to the exam room. He walked out of the security cameras' range and pulled out his phone, dialing a number he swore never to use again. It rang twice before answering.

“I told you to lose this number, you son of a bitch!”

“It’s about my pups.” There was silence, then, “I’m listening.” John released his held breath, “Bobby, I need your help, or I’m gonna lose them all.”

Part VI

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[grilledcheeseandtomato]

Finally Giving In (Dean x Reader x Sam)

summary: you're close friends with the winchester brothers, and have been sleeping with dean for awhile, what happens when sam wants you too?

warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, gn!reader *except that a belly bulge is mentioned*, eiffel towering LOL, pet names (baby, sweetheart), let me know if i missed any!

word count: roughly 1k

A/N: GUYS ITS MY TUMBLRVERSARY!!! i can't believe i've been here for 3 years (feels like it's been forever though). i've NEVER EVER posted my writing on here, i've been too nervous...but today i'm changing that :))

here's a litte nsfw fic with the winchester brothers (that i literally started writing in a sudoku book while i was at work...?) ok ily guys please feel free to leave feedback <3

you're face down, ass up, dean pounding you into the bed. completely cockdrunk, you don't even notice his younger brother walk into the room until dean chuckles.

"i see you're finally giving in," he says with a smirk.

you understand him through your haze, confused why he'd be saying that to you.

dean leans down to whisper next to your ear, "you gonna let sammy have a turn?"

you moan, finally realizing what's going on, clenching around dean while turning your head to face sam. he looks nervous, but once he meets your eyes, his demeanor changes. sam's eyes rake down your body as dean continues to fuck you.

"let me have her," sam rasps.

dean groans but relents, knowing how much his brother wants this. with one final (hard) thrust, he pulls out, leaving you a whimpering mess. sam walks over to you, and turns you on your back with gentle hands. still fully clothed, the man towers over you. you start sobering up and realize what's actually about to happen.

you've always wanted both of the winchester brothers in unholy ways, but would gladly take just dean. now you were about to take your sweet sammy too. you feel a wave of heat rush through you, flushing your skin. sam has a warm smile on his face, all his love and desire for you evident.

you smile back, "hi," you whisper.

sam laughs softly, "hi."

you reach out and grab the hem of his shirt, "can i take this off?"

he nods immediately. you had seen both the men shirtless before, but never had the oppotunity to really look at sam. you trace your fingers over his abdomen, sliding your hands over his v-line. he feels his cock twitch, and as much as he wants to take things slow, he can't wait any longer. he slides his pants off, then pulls you even closer to him, letting you feel just how hard he is in his boxers. you gasp at the slight friction, still on edge from dean.

sam wraps your legs around himself, grinding into you without breaking eye contact...you feel like you could melt. you whine, eager to see him-to feel him.

"i know baby, i know."

his voice is like honey, and you just want a taste. as if he can read your mind, he leans down to kiss you softly as he slides his boxers down, and when you separate, you glance down to see the most beautiful cock you have ever seen (sorry dean). sam is long and thick, and you silently worry if he will even fit. he slides his cock against you with a groan, becoming more impatient by the second.

"is this ok?" he says, his cock sitting at your entrance.

"yes, please sammy."

he curses as he slowly slides into you, taking it as slow as possible, as you're already hissing at the stretch. once he's buried to the hilt, he gives you a second to adjust, before carefully pulling out.

both of you, completely lost in pleasure, seem to forget that dean is in the room, until he speaks up.

"fuck, this is even hotter than i thought it would be," he drawls, walking to your side. "does sammy feel good sweetheart?" he says as he brushes your hair back from your face.

all you can do is groan and nod, a smirk forming on both the boys' faces. as sam picks up the pace, your mouth is permanently open in pleasure, and dean sees an opportunity. he comes to kneel beside you on the bed, and you turn your head to watch him stroke his cock. when your eyes meet, his grin grows.

"you want me baby?"

you nod, scrambling to pull him closer. the second you get his cock in your mouth, you moan around it, the salty taste hitting your tongue.

sam, just a little jealous that he no longer has your full attention, lifts your legs over his shoulders and presses forward, the deeper angle making tears start to form in your eyes. you can feel him deeper than you ever thought possible, as he reaches a hand around to press down on your belly.

"you feel that?"

you pop off of dean with a, "yes!"

sam chuckles, feeling a little cocky, "you ever been this deep, dean?"

dean grumbles, "course i have."

he guides your mouth back to his cock in annoyance at his little brother. between sam's ministrations and the pure filth that is you sucking dean's cock, you can feel yourself getting close. sam feels you clench around him, and knows what's coming (literally LOL).

"mmm, i'm close too baby. where do you want it?"

"inside!" you say around dean, the added vibration making him moan.

"fuck...me too sweetheart? want me down your throat?"

you nod eagerly, feeling that a few more thrusts might get you there. and that feeling is correct, because soon you're reaching your high, squeezing sam like a vice and moaning around dean. the boys both take a few more thrusts, and finish at nearly the same time, filling you up from both ends. you feel warm and fuzzy inside, whether that's from their cum, or from your love for them, who knows.

dean pulls out first, and sam follows, leaving you gasping in an attempt to calm down. dean leaves to go get you a glass of water and a washcloth, as sam softly kisses your face and neck.

"i've been wanting you like that for so long sweetheart," he mumbles into your skin.

"me too sammy, thank you," you say with a soft smile.

he smiles back and leans in to kiss you, the urgency gone, but the passion still there. you tangle your hands into his hair and pull back, giggling. you can't believe you finally get to have both your boys like this...

A/N: AHHH OK i hope you liked this as much as i enjoyed writing it! i just recently started watching supernatural, so i hope this isn't too ooc, but i just love these two so much! feel free to leave feedback!

[beanzfandoms]

Late Night

 Dean X Sister! reader X Sam

Description: The youngest Winchester takes care of her brothers after a hunt gone wrong.

Warning: Drinking, mentions of blood

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          Dry mud cakes off Dean's boots as he stumbles inside the motel with his siblings. The atmosphere was tense and none of them could even smile to make things better. Sam slouches over himself as he examines the wound in his leg. A hiss comes from his throat as his fingers graze over the tender flesh. 

        (Y/n) gently places her hand on his arm for comfort. "Let me get you a wet rag and a first aid kit," she coos softly. She walks over to the end of the bed to grab a fresh cloth from her duffle bag. She carries on to the bathroom and finds Dean sitting on top of the marble counter. 

        He moves his feet slightly so she can access the sink. As she runs the water over the small towel, she notices a beer bottle in between Dean's thighs. "Don't you think it's too late to be drinking," she asks cooly before ringing out the rag. Dean huffs in response and takes a swig of it. 

        (Y/n) lowers to her knees to reach inside the cabinet. She takes out a decent sized medical box and sets it on the bathroom surface. Taking out a bandage and ointment, she casually lifts her hand to Dean. "I'm not going to pretend that I didn't see your arm bleeding. Give it here."

        "I'm fine, go help Sammy," Dean slurs.

        "Please."

        Eventually, Dean gives in to his sister's soft nature. He rolls up his flannel sleeve to reveal a large cut oozing down his arm. It didn't look deep, but it looked like it hurt like hell.

        "I'm going to have to get another rag- do you know what caused this?" (Y/n) questions. 

        "I ran into a saw blade when we were in the barn," Dean replies.

        "Did you check to see if it was rusty?"

        "It wasn't."

        "Good. No tetanus shot for you today." A ghost of a smile etches on her lips. She places the rag on the wound, making sure to cover the whole infected area. "Clean that up for me, I'm going to get another rag."

        Sam managed to get himself out of his dirty blue jeans and into some boxer shorts. His back presses against the headboard of the bed with his legs relaxed out in front of him. "Sorry Sam, I was just making sure Dean took care of his wound. Are you alright?" (Y/n) asks sweetly. 

        "Yeah. I feel better now that something isn't rubbing against it," Sam sighs out. 

        "Good. I'll be with you in a moment."

        Dean was in the process of trying to wrap the gauze around his arm when (Y/n) made it back to the bathroom. His hands were shaky as he did so and he had to place his feet on the cool tile floor. " Did you put the ointment on?" (Y/n) asks.

        "What do you take me for," Dean replies.

        "Here. Let me help you," (Y/n) instructs as she takes the bandaging. "Hold out your arm." Soon enough, Dean's arm was securely wrapped. "Is that too tight?"

        "Nah, it's fine."

        "Great, now clean yourself up. You smell like cow manure. I'm going to help Sammy."

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        "That burns," Sam cries out, biting his lip harshly. 

        "I'm sorry, but it's the only thing that we have right now- stop that!" (Y/n) barks. Sam quickly lets go of his lip with a scowl. "I'm almost done, just a few more layers." 

        "I don't know how when we just went out for a supply run a few weeks ago- Charlotte's town sound familiar to you?" Sam retorts with a snap. 

        "Does watching out for Vermin teeth sound familiar to you?" They glare harshly at each other before smiles crack through their faces. "I'm just going to move your leg a little bit to wrap it, okay? Try not to tense too much," (Y/n) says with a giggle. 

        Carefully, Sam is allowed to rest his newly swaddled leg. A relieved sigh carries out of Sam's mouth before he glimpses over to his sister. He notices the way her frazzled hair carries across her shoulders messily. A few bruises and scrapes are scattered across her delicate skin. "What you did was very dangerous," He announces after a while. 

        "I know," (Y/n) acknowledges quietly. "If I didn't do what I did though, we might have had to amputate your leg- I don't think you want that."

        "I don't know what we'd do without you," Sam chuckles.

        "We would bleed out," Dean's voice conveys from the bathroom doorway.

        "What happened to your bottle?" (Y/n) queres. 

        "It's too late to drink, especially with a kid around."

        "Yeah, Sam doesn't really need that right now."

        "Are you calling me a child?" Sam interrogates. 

        "Can I call you both children?" (Y/n) says playfully. 

        "I'm not a child," Dean retorts in offense. 

        "I had to help two grown men clean and wrap their wounds because they didn't want to do it themselves," (Y/n) explains with a proud smirk. Both went silent with their argument.

        "Toshee," Dean remarks.

        "You guys want to watch a movie?" (Y/n) asks, changing the subject. "I like to think we have the right to mellow out for a while."

        "I'm down, as long as it isn't thriller. I think we've had enough action for tonight," Sam replies, eyeing his leg. 

        "Agreed."

[anundyingfidelity]

YES, MA’AM — Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson ft. Dean Winchester/Dean Smith (Chapter I)

Summary: Sam is the new tech support guy at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., and he thinks you, his supervisor, are related to him in ways more than professional. He not only dreams of ghosts and Dean Smith, the sales and marketing director, but you, the pretty boss who seems very fond of him, maybe a little too much.

Word count: 1.3k.

Pairing: Sam W./Sam Wesson x female reader (main), Dean W./Dean Smith x female reader. Situated in 4x17 - It's a Terrible Life.

Warnings for this series: smut with plot, sexual tension, sub!Sam, dom!reader, switch!Dean, co-workers with benefits with Dean, boss/employee dynamics, canon violence and stuff.

Notes: welcome to my very first spn fanfic, hope you enjoy this short series of Sam and Dean!

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GEN MASTERLIST!

Chapter I: A Boring Life

Taking a quick look at the clock on the corner of the screen of his computer, Sam let out a long sigh. Lunch hour was far from near. He continued drawing the monsters he saw in his dreams on the notebook, those who wouldn't let him continue his abnormally boring and stupid life.

"Hey, Sam," a voice called, making him jump slightly on his seat.

He cleared his throat shutting the notebook and sitting right this time as he took in your figure towering over him in the cubicle with a smile on your lips.

"Hi, uhm... Is something wrong?"

You chuckled slightly. He wanted to slap himself for saying that. For Sam, bosses coming to him meant he might have done something wrong. He didn't want to know what he screwed up. Barely three weeks have passed since he started working there. As much as things were strange and weird around, Sam just wanted a quiet life.

"Not at all," you answered in a friendly manner. "Actually I just wanted to give you kudos. I've received good compliments from customers who called for help, you're doing excellent!"

Sam breathed out, feeling a heavy weight on his back dropping. He smiled. "Well, thank you. It feels good doing that."

But a raise or something would feel absolutely better, he thought.

"Sure! You're brilliant, have you ever been told that?"

"Uhm, not here. I mean- I want to say you're the first one. Sorry, the first one to say I'm brilliant, I- uhm I never really got kudos before? I don't think so but it does feel great."

He stumbled so much with his words that it made you laugh a little but he noticed you tried to suppress it. So you gave him a nod.

"Yeah, of course. I also see you're very organized with your stuff and reports," you remarked before taking a quick glance around and leaning a little bit toward him, your face morphing into a shy look. "Probably I shouldn't but could you help me with some reports today? You'd be off the phone, I just really need to send them by the end of the day and I'm extremely busy."

You bit your painted lower lip with big doe eyes, waiting for an answer. Since the first day he saw you around the company, he thought you looked extremely familiar. Like he had seen you before. Hell, it was like he knew you ages ago. But he wouldn't say it out loud, he might look like a creep.

You'd usually come like this to his spot just to talk and get into business, sometimes he'd go to ask you something he wasn't sure about from a call, but he never, ever herd from a complaint or that his work was shit from you. In fact, you were very kind and smart, always letting him know you were there if he needed anything. And you were pretty. So damn beautiful that you got his heart agitated and his body aching when you bent over a desk wearing tight black pencil skirts and those matching high stockings. He began to think probably you liked him but you used to get close to all of your employees on the tech support floor. You were just being nice to everyone.

"Uh, sure. I can do that," Sam curved his lips into a smile.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver! I'll send you those in your email, ask me anything if it's difficult, okay?"

You responded with happy demeanour and quickly walked away back to your office, leaving him alone before he had the moment to say something. Just two minutes later he received an email from you with a bunch of reports and data to organize.

Sam scanned the files quickly while hearing the sounds of a chair rolling to his side.

"I think she likes you, man," Ian, the messy and chill coworker of his, teased. Sam chuckled.

"Nah, she's just nice to everyone. Besides, she needs help."

Suddenly, a notification popped from the side of his screen on the computer.

It was a message from you. It read:

Put on the headphones and listen to some music if you want ;)

"You were saying?" Ian joked again.

He smiled. Well, at least he'd be off the phone. Shouldn't be that hard, right?

The night fell and Sam found himself alone on his desk at eight o'clock working on your reports. Seeing the long reports and files he thought could make it on time to finish his shift at four and leave on time. It was fucking Friday. Poor him.

At least you ordered delivery for dinner for both of you. The good thing was that he wasn't really alone on the floor, you were in your office but soft music played as you worked on your stuff. Moments later, you found yourself sitting by Sam's side as he worked the final things on the last report.

"It's done," he announced, his body falling to the backrest of his chair.

"Thanks," you whispered shyly as he sent the finished files back to you. "I'm so sorry though, it's so late."

"Well, didn't have anything to do either."

"Really?!"

Your surprise made his eyes fall on you. He shrugged. "Just sleep."

You raised your eyebrows. "I thought maybe a girlfriend was waiting for you or something?"

He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "No, nothing like that."

The question was odd coming from you, so he decided to play a little.

"What about you?"

This time you shook your head. "Just my books and my TV."

Sam hummed. "It's a boring life, isn't it?"

"Yeah, well I get to pay my bills by the end of the month... And I meet nice people here... And I see you- Sorry."

You cut off your words all of a sudden, your eyes blinking rapidly saying you realized what you just said.

"My bad. We should get going."

You gave him a smile to try and brush off your words, but they were strong enough to get in Sam's head unnoticed. He watched you walk away, turning your computer and lights off on your office as Sam did the same on his spot. Once done, you walked out the floor together in silence.

"Thank you again. I don't think no one would ever do this for me here," you admitted with a deep exhale.

"Yeah, no problem," Sam smiled kindly as you got closer to the elevator.

"Really, I owe you. Do you have a car to get home or something? I can give you a ride if you need."

"I do, don't worry," he said as you stopped in front of the elevator, the doors opening.

"Great, so I think this is it," you grinned at him. "Have a good night."

"Thanks. I hope you have a good weekend, boss."

You nodded. "You too, Sam. Take care."

He saw you disappearing inside the elevator with a wave of your hand and a beautiful smile on your face. With a sigh, he made his way to the locker room and took his briefcase and stuff out. It was just a couple of minutes that he saw you leaving when he went back to the elevator. Checking his watch, the lift arrived and before he could get inside, he got a shocking picture in front of him.

Dean Smith, the marketing director, had you pinned against the wall and kissing down your neck. Your blouse unbuttoned, skirt up, lips open and eyes closed in bliss. Dean noticed the doors were open, pulling away his plump lips from your skin.

"Sorry buddy, wrong floor," he beamed and pushed the right button.

When you opened your eyes once again, you met Sam's open mouth and wide eyes as the doors closed. Great, now he might think you're a slut. 

[wild-lavender-rose]

Confessions

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you, your friends Sam and Dean help to put the pieces back together in a very unexpected way. 

Warnings: Reference to break up, collapse, mild language 

Note: I started this a couple years ago shortly after a break up and finally decided to finish it. It’s not my usual quality of work some of the lines feel out of character and it’s super angsty and cheesy idk but I really wanted to get it finished and out of my drafts, so enjoy? 

     Sam and Dean looked up from their vampire research when you entered the bunker, their brows furrowing with concern as they took in your glassy eyes and messed up hair. 

     “Hey,” Dean called. 

     “Hey.” You gave a nod, dropping the heavy backpack you had been carrying with a thud. 

     “You okay?” Sam was already pushing back his chair. 

     “I...” You shrugged off your jacket, gaze averting to the floor. “He...He broke up with me.” 

     “What?” The chairs squeaked as the brothers stood.  

     “He thought, with us bein’ hunters and all...Didn’t want to be each other’s weakness,” you took a step forward only to have your legs give out, causing you to sink down to the floor. “I can’t do this anymore.” 

     “Honey, woah,” Dean came around the table to kneel beside you, Sam close behind. “Easy, it’s okay.” 

     “I can never get them to stay.” You whispered, your head in your hands as Dean sat behind you and pulled you into a hug. “What's wrong with me?” 

     “It’s not you, he’s just an ass.” Sam knelt in front of you, hand resting on your leg. “Hunters suck at commitment.” 

     “I don't, you don’t.” You leaned back into Dean’s hug, tucking yourself into him as the tears began to fall. “I’m sorry,” 

     “It’s not your fault, baby.” Dean ran his hand through your hair and held you close. 

     “No, I, I shouldn’t have even tried. He said, that ass,” you shoved your sleeve across your eyes, trying desperately to regain composure. “He said that he was tired of sharing me with you and Sam. That I loved you more than him. But, I tried to tell him we were just friends, but he didn’t believe me.” You shook your head against a fresh wave of tears. “I’m such an idiot.” 

     “Why?” Sam asked, his voice soft. 

     “Because,” you looked at the floor, hot shame flooding over you. “Because it’s true.” You whispered. “I love you and I love Sam.” 

     Dean’s hand froze in your hair, his body stiffening. You could feel him looking over your head at Sam, no doubt having a whole conversation in that nonverbal brother code of theirs. You hated yourself for saying anything. Now it was all over. Your friendship would be awkward and stilted now. No stolen hugs and nights of falling asleep on their shoulders during long car rides under the guise of simple friendship. They would know your intentions now. Know that you loved them. 

    “Sorry,” you whimpered, starting to untangle yourself from the two of them. 

     The last thing you expected was for Dean’s arms to tighten around you. “Where you going, sweetheart?” 

     “To bed.” You pushed weakly at his arms, not truly wanting to escape his warmth. “Tomorrow I gotta find a spell that makes you forget what I just said,” 

     “You hear her, Sammy? Our girl wants to go to bed.” 

     “Come here,” in one smooth motion Sam pulled you into his arms and picked you up off the floor. “Whose bed do you want to be in?” 

     “Mine.” Dean grinned. “It’s got memory foam.” 

     “I don't, wait, but you,” you covered your mouth, hardly daring to breathe. “You...both of you?” 

     “From the day we met you.” Sam kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you to bed. Coming, Dean?”

     “Right behind you.” Dean got to his feet and followed you and Sam with a mischievous grin. 

And that was how the three of you started the beginning of forever. 

[lokischickadee]

Imagine being in a poly relationship with team free will

[spnexploration]

Pack Masterlist

So, I didn't really mean to start a new series when a scene came to me, but we're at over 8k words in the doc now so it's pretty official that I have, in fact, started a new series...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison (the werewolf from season 2 "Heart" 😆)

Note: This is not a poly fic but I will be leaning into Pack dynamics where Pack members seek comfort in physical contact with other Pack members. So if you're after something poly you could probably read that into some subtext here, but if you're not into that then don't worry.

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Warnings: canon-level violence, probably a bit of smut, A/B/O dynamics, there will be hugging and sleeping with (literal sleeping, not sex) Pack members who are not your mate. Individual chapters will carry their own warnings.

Supernatural writing masterlist

(image from google)

Chapter 1

Your newly-found mate, Dean, leaves you in the care of his brother.

Chapter 2

You accompany Sam and Madison on the case.

Chapter 3

Dean explains.

Chapter 4

You go home to sleep.

Chapter 5

You head back to the bunker with the Winchester

Chapter 6

Madison opens your eyes...

Chapter 7

Sam and Dean leave you and Madison in the motel room.

Chapter 8

Sam takes Dean to hospital.

Chapter 9

Sam comes to sit with Dean with you.

Chapter 10

Dean gets out of hospital.

Chapter 11

Dean is suddenly sick.

Chapter 12

Dean remains in the local hospital clinic.

Chapter 13

Dean comes home.

Chapter 14

Dean and you go to the doctor

Chapter 15

You try to follow the doctor's orders

Chapter 16

Miscommunications abound...

Chapter 17

Dean calls a family meeting.

Chapter 18

The reader learns a number of things about her new life.

Chapter 19

You need some air.

Chapter 20

You're feeling better.

Chapter 21

You start learning some lore

Chapter 22

The morning after your night alone.

Chapter 23

Your heat continues.

Chapter 24

You've finally been marked!

Chapter 25

Your heat and Dean's rut are over.

Chapter 26

The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt.

Chapter 27

[holylulusworld]

Prank Wars

Summary: Prank wars. You just hate them.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam Winchester

Warnings: language, fun, crack, pranks, a/b/o dynamics, implied polyamory, scenting, cuddling & snuggling

A/N: Consider this nonsense.

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“What the fuck!” Sam exclaims loudly. He flings the book he just read across the table, cursing loudly. “Dean! That’s not funny.”

“It was damn funny,” Dean snickers as his brother gets up from his chair. “You are trembling, Sammy.” The hunter snorts. “Payback for the salt in my beer.”

“You put a picture of a clown into my book! You glued it to the pages,” the younger brother mutters. “You know I hate clowns.”

“You are scared of clowns,” Dean corrects. “That’s a difference. I only wanted to pay you back. Remember, you started this with the spoon in my mouth.”

“Guys, not again,” you huff as the brothers are about to start another prank war. “How old are you? You are grown-ass men. Stop pulling pranks!”

“Sweetheart, stay out of this,” you roll your eyes. “You shouldn’t get involved in one of our infamous prank wars,” the hunter tuts. “You’re too sensitive and won’t survive our pranks.”

“I didn’t want to get involved in your shit show,” pursing your lips you point at the dent in the wall next to your favorite seat. “Last time you almost hit my head. You threw a fucking stone at me.”

“In my defense, I wanted to hit Sammy’s laptop,” Dean argues. As if it makes up for the dent in the wall and the fact that you almost peed your pants. “I didn’t want to hit you, Y/N.”

“You almost killed me with that stone, Dean. Your pranks always get out of hand, and someone will get hurt sooner or later,” you complain loudly. “Stop it right now.”

You slam your laptop shut and glare at Dean. “Sweetheart, we promise to keep you out of this,” he purrs. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“A clown,” Sam grunts. “You glued a clown to my book, Dean. That’s not funny! You ruined the book!”

“I bought a copy, Sammy. Your precious book is in my room,” Dean flashes his brother a smile. “I wouldn’t dare to ruin one of the million books at the bunker.”

While the brothers start to bicker again, you grab your laptop and silently leave the library.

You’ll be damned if you get involved in their nonsense this time.

“Y-ou put hair remover into my shower gel,” Sam growls. “My chest is smooth, Dean. SMOOTH! You know Y/N will get mad! She’ll call me dolphin chest again!”

Dean only snickers. After Sam put laxatives into his coffee, he’s out for blood.

“Well then, she will snuggle into my chest, Sammy.”

“Dean! What did you do this time?” you stare at Sam’s naked chest. “Where is all the fluff?” you wildly gesture toward Sam’s hairless chest. “How dare you put your hands on his fluff!”

“Sweetheart, I still got a hairy chest—” Dean takes off his shirt to reveal his chest to you. “See, I got it all. Let’s cuddle and forget about Sammy’s smooth chest.”

“Hey! I’m still talking to you, Dean. You ruined my chest,” you cock a brow as Sam snarls in his brother’s direction. They are about to fight for real.

“You ruined shower sex for me and Y/N! I didn’t make it out of the bathroom for the whole day. I had to—” Dean huffs, “poop all day!”

“Ah, good times,” Sam nods knowingly. “I’ll do it again. Maybe I put some more  in this time…”

“That is enough!” you snap at Sam. “This is over. If you ever want to get your knot inside of me, or even scent me, you will stop this shit right now.”

“What?” the brothers say in unison. “Baby! Sweetheart!”

“I’ll be waiting in our bedroom,” you batt your eyelashes. “If the two of you want to make up, and make things up to me, come to our room and promise to stop this war.”

You storm off, not looking back at your alphas.

“Uh-I wanna touch our omega,” Dean swallows thickly. He looks at his brother, brows furrowed.

“Armistice?” Sam offers.

“Armistice,” Dean agrees.

“Now we only need to decide who’ll be allowed to scent her first,” Sam grins. “How about a round of rock, paper, scissors…”

Tags in reblog.

[saiacross]

Master List

AO3 OFC List AO3 Reader-Insert List

⚠️ Spicy/Smut 🍀Major Plot Chapter 1 The Meeting Chapter 2 Who.. What? 🍀 Bonus Chapter 1 Oh Cass. (After Ch. 2) Chapter 3 A Painful Reminder 🍀 Chapter 3.5 Mystery Man Bonus Chapter 2 A Secret Boyfriend?  (After Ch. 3.5) Chapter 4 Angelique, The Good Little Witch Chapter 5 First Children Now Winchesters Chapter 6 Feeding ⚠️ Sam Chapter 7 Father🍀 Chapter 8 Funny Days, Horrid Nights. Chapter 9 Hallucinations Chapter 10 Young Sam Chapter 11 Together Again ⚠️ Dean Bonus Chapter 3 A Stormy Night (After Ch. 11) Chapter 12 Dragons and Leon Pt. 1 Chapter 12 Dragons and Leon Pt. 2 Chapter 13 Wanted Chapter 14 The Truths Unveiled🍀 Chapter 15 A New Threat Chapter 16 Tails ⚠️ Dean Chapter 17 Spell Gone Wrong Chapter 17.5 The Club Chapter 18 Captured, Tortured, and Sealed 🍀 Chapter 19 To Be or Not To Be Human pt1  🍀 Chapter 20 To Be or Not To Be Human pt2  🍀 Chapter 21 The Reveal & The Heat ⚠️ Sam Chapter 22: Bonds Forged ⚠️Dean Bonus Chapter 4: Bonding (After Ch. 22) Chapter 23: A Day of Truths Chapter 24: Happy Birthdays ⚠️Dean ⚠️Sam Chapter 25: A Watery Grave Bonus Chapter 5: Surprise! (After Ch. 25)

One-Shots Panic ⚠️

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Wrapping up the year of 2023! Can you believe? I want to say a great big thank you to the writers on this list for providing such rich stories to get lost in in this whirlwind of a year. I wish I could have read more.

You lovelies know what to do, heed all the warnings, read what you like and share what you love!!

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Bucky Barnes

To Have and To Hold series by @indyluckycharlie Chapters 6-9 Love and obligation. How can you serve one and still save the other? Mafia AU. Warnings: Dark themes. Threats and portrayals of violence, including murder and assault. There are references to but no depictions of noncon. Violent and abusive acts are directed at the reader, but not by Bucky. There is also betrayal, controlling/abusive behavior, death of loved ones/main characters, grief, LOTS of angst, a little bit of fluff, nonexplicit s.mut and sexual references.

Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night. bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart

Hopelessly Devoted by @firefly-in-darkness You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you. Warnings: none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.

Wild Flowers at Sunset by @princessmisery666 Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession. 

Insatiable by @jobean12-blog Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you. Vampire AU Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol

Dean Winchester

Stay series by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Parts 1 & 2 Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go. Warnings: Cheating. (warning provided in each chapter)

Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch Timing is everything. Warnings: None

I Promised, Too by @deanwinchesterswitch A promise given is a promise kept. Warnings: Language; Canon typical injuries; Implied sex

When the Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean belongs in the starlight. Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Implied smut, angst, fluff.

Home by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean comes home. Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.

Wish by @thoughtslikeaminefield You want it to be love — but it isn’t. You want him — but you can’t have him. So you don’t want anything. Warnings: sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho, not my typical Dean, mentions of alcohol, adult language, mentions of sexual activity

Meeting In the Darkness by @princessmisery666 You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.

Get Stuffed by @zepskies Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks. Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst

Sam Winchester

Sam is Wearing Green Today by @princessmisery666 Purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff. 

Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch He can’t let go. Warnings: None

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Live in my memory, You'll always be there by @princessmisery666 Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, character death mentioned, grief, fluff, unexpected love, smut, loss of parents (mentioned).  

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Don't Speak series by @hoboal87 In the Spring of 1905 the Winchesters, working a case in London, set the sights on Y/N, and decide to make her theirs. Series Warnings: *Rape/Non-Con, Dub-Con, Historical AU, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, Wincest, smut, Stockholm Syndrome, violence, humiliation/degradation, sexual assault. Assume all warnings will apply to each part. Imagine: You Are Dean's One Exception by @zepskies Request: ...what about Sam having a crush on Dean's gf? How would he react to that...

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1417

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements, dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, branding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnabobingo non traditional alpha traits @spnkinkevents free space @j3bingo jewelry/piercing

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 first three pasts of series

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART IV

John read through the contract and had to admit that the Dealer was a stickler for details, continuing to the addendum that the original purchaser sold the O as-is to him for one dollar. 

Ignoring the still-fuming Dealer, John signed all three copies before handing them and the payment to an on-site notary who stamped the copies before handing one back to John, one to the suit with their monetary compensation, then disappeared with the last to finish registering the sale.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Winchester,” the suit says as they untether the twin and lead her out of the room. John placed his copy in his canvas jacket pocket and said, “I need the O cleaned up and dressed.” One of the Alphas reached into the cage, attached a cheap dog chain to the D ring on her collar, and used it to drag the O across the floor, dropping it at John's feet as Helms smirked. “Sorry, we would normally comply with your request if it were our merchandise you purchased. You have a nice day, Winchester.” 

They left John alone with his newly acquired property. He scooped up the unconscious O and was surprised at how light she felt, made his way through the open dock door of the building and spotted the Impala. When his sons climbed out, John issued orders.

 “Dean, get your ass over here and take your property. Sam, front seat with me.”

“There’s a clinic two blocks on the left, sir,” Sam says, climbing back into the Impala, cracking a disposable ice pack, and handing it over the seat to Dean, who places it over the O’s swollen eye. John's thankful it’s a short drive cause the mouth-breathing sounds filling the car were disturbingly similar to that Shtriga he’d hunted. 

Sam bolts out the door before John has the car in park, taking several deep breaths before opening the back door and helping Dean maneuver out with the unconscious O. 

The quartet enters the clinic, and a bored-looking receptionist slides a clipboard over without looking up, telling them to fill out both sides. They cross to the waiting area where John and Dean sit, automatically leaving the chair between them unoccupied. Sam mentally sighs and pulls his hoodie lower to keep his painfully hard cock hidden, sits, and starts mouth breathing again, making John growl and scribble faster before marching back to the receptionist.

Dean shifts the unresponsive girl, and Sam says in a strained voice, “Dude, she’s flashing everyone!” Dean sees his darting eyes peer down, noting the old army blanket gaped open, exposing the O’s breasts. He can’t help himself. “Look at you, Sammy, blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. So adorable.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Boys,” John interrupted, “Let's go.” Dean closed the blanket, followed him down the hall to an exam room, and placed the O on the table. “Wait outside the door, Dean. You too, Sam.”  A while later, smallish, fifty-something Beta with their nose in a file came towards them and finally noticed the two tall Alphas slouching by the doorway. Smelling his unsureness, Dean reassured them, “We don’t bite..usually.”

Clearing their throat, the Beta walked between them when Dean slapped his hand against the wall, creating a loud thwack that made them hurry into the room. “Not funny, man,” Sam chastised but couldn’t help grinning.

John insisted on remaining in the room during the examination, knew how these clinics worked, and wanted to be sure the O had no severe injuries or undisclosed maladies. 

“I don’t see your DNA ID on the intake paperwork.”

“DNA? What are you talking about?”

“There have been many fraudulent ownership claims in this state,” the doctor said as he did the exam. “For new registrations, all Alphas in the purchaser's immediate pack must submit their DNA ID number and to STD testing. I assume you were in service?” John affirmed he was. “Good, and your offspring? No? Okay, what state did your Omega whelp them in?” John frowned. “My mate was an Alpha.” 

“It’s almost unheard of for a female Alpha to have more than one pregnancy.” The doctor resumed the physical, noting a mild concussion, but her swollen eye was undamaged, and considering the extensive skin trauma, mainly on her back, she likely had bruised ribs, too. “As a precaution, I will administer fluids and a broad-spectrum antibiotic. I need your help with this part. Please move the O to the scale so I can see if its stats match the paperwork.”

The doctor and John, who’d guesstimated her height earlier, were shocked. Most O’s rarely hit five-four, and she was nearly six feet tall but was thirty pounds underweight. John laid the O back on the table, covered her with a warming blanket as the doctor hooked her to the IV, then collected the other samples from Winchesters except for the STD on Sam, who had to admit he was still a virgin. A tech arrived for the samples and handed the doctor some paperwork. “I see you purchased the O for your elder son, who’s not of age yet. Do you require any additional stipulations for registration?” 

“I want Sam to have proprietary rights in the event of my untimely death.” 

Dean peeks through the register office's doorway and sees a slightly chubby Beta in her late twenties sitting at the desk. She looks up, giving him an apprentice once-over, and chirpily inquires, “You with the O just brought in?" He responds snarkily. “You got a bunch of other O’s that just arrived?"  Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.” 

She hummed sympathetically and clicked the mouse, searching for something on the computer. "It’s alright. Things like this can be stressful, so I’ll try to get you through quickly. Help yourself to the coffee. It’s hot." Pouring a cup, Dean sipped it and grimaced. "Okay, here we are. Name?"

"Uh, Dean." He sat down, positioning himself to see out into the hallway, and heard the Betas' long nails tacketing-tacketing over the keys. "And will you be changing the name?" "Huh? Why the hell would I want to do that?” The Beta flinches at his tone. "It's a routine question. Some people don’t like the name of the O they’ve purchased, so they shorten or change it entirely.” It took him a second to catch up. “Oh, sorry. I'm Dean, and ahh, I don’t know what her name is." The tacketa-tacketa resumes. “Hmm, the O only has numerical identification. You could pick something neutral or a favorite nickname. How about leaving it for now? If or when you decide to change it, you can do it through any state registration center."

"Uhh, okay, let’s do that." 

"No problem. Now, has the O been branded yet?" Dean's hand firmly gripped the edge of the desktop. "What the fuck? That's a regular thing you do here!” Dean's loudness makes the Beta frown; she leans over, opens a side drawer, rifles around, and pulls out a pamphlet, pushing it toward him. Dean frowned at the title: Your New Omega and You: An Alpha's Guide to Handling and Training.

 "O branding is the traditional form of marking to deter theft and help with identification. North Dakota is one of a few states that mandate it but all others accept it. A sanctioned clinic, such as ours, uses a local anesthetic, so it’s quick and relatively painless. The unique symbol chosen for the individual owner will be on the lower back to not spoil their aesthetics.”  More tacketa-tack-tacketa. ‘We do piercing for free. Are you interested in having the O’s nipples, clitoral hood, or labia done?” Dean shakes his head negatively. “For low-income families, public assistance will generally cover breast augmentation or genital modification since it doesn't interfere with fertility.”

“Now, state law requires that if testing confirms that the O's are a non-viable carrier, we spay them. I am obligated to inform you this procedure can lead to malaise, but it reduces the chances of other diseases as they age. Since you’re not a resident, if you choose not to, we can provide a doctor's exemption certificate.”

“What kind of fucked-up Deliverance-style place is this? I am not authorizing any fucking modifications of any kind, you hear me!” The courteous attitude disappears. "I don’t appreciate your tone, sir,” as she resumed tacketa-tack-tacks on the keyboard. Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he hit something.

Part V

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva   @lassie-bird   @nancymcl   @spnbaby-67   @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies  @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl

WF: @slamminmine @ladysparkles78  @deans-spinster-witch  @ilovetaquitosmmmm   @strawblueberrys

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Dean x Reader x Sam - Oneshot Masterlist

All my oneshot fics that contain both Dean x Reader & Sam x Reader

< Main SPN Masterlist || < Dean x Reader x Sam Masterlist

> CROSSOVERS || > Sister/Daughter!Reader/Wincest Masterlist

Birthday Pie

Summary:  No one should be in a bad mood on their birthday, not even the brooding Dean Winchester, and Sam has just the gift; you.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut)

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Man Enough

(sub!Dean x switch!reader x Dom!Sam)

Summary: Dean knows he’s not man enough to please his girlfriend. Luckily, his little brother is.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Absolutely disgustingly filthy)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

In Plain Sight (Part 7)

Summary: It’s Christmas time for the Ackles family and Crew! But the reader and Crew’s sneaking around could only last so long and the truth coming out can be explosive...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader (with lots of daughter!reader x OMC)

Word Count: 6,300ish

Warnings: language, brief mention of drama/child abuse, family angst, implied smut

A/N: Here’s the big one for ya! I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I have! It was so much fun to do something a bit different!

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One Week Later

“Hey,” you said, slipping into Crew’s room at the cabin your dad had rented. He’d gotten in not long ago and spent the better part of that time being introduced to relatives left and right.

“Hey,” he said, voice laced with tiredness. “Are you sure it’s cool I get my own room? All the kids are sharing and-”

“My cousins and siblings love to bunk together. This house has like ten bedrooms.” You rested your hands on his waist, pulling his body flush with yours. “You okay? I know it’s a lot of new people.”

“I’m good. I didn’t realize you had so many cousins.”

“Yeah. I’m the oldest by a good ten years so I apologize in advance for the constant piggyback rides they’ll request.”

“No it’s fine. I like being in a house full of people again,” he said as the door burst open, your little brother bursting in. 

“Crew! We’re going sledding! Will you go with me?” he asked, hopping up and down on his tip toes. 

“Crew just got here after a long drive. Maybe-”

“Of course, buddy. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll be there in a minute?” said Crew. Your brother took off, Crew smiling when you cocked your head. “I just need a couple minutes to myself.”

“Okay,” you said, pecking a lightening fast kiss on his lips. You started to leave when he chuckled, tugging on the back of your jeans.

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, pushing the door shut, locking the door quietly. He cupped your cheeks, devouring your mouth with slow, kitten kisses. “I missed you the past few days.”

“You should have come up with us yesterday.”

“I needed to find your present which is awesome if I do say so myself.” 

“Please tell me it’s something small. I’m not a fancy gift kind of girl.”

“You’ll have to wait three days to find out,” he said, booping you on the nose, a devilish smirk on his cheeks. “Want to watch a movie with me tonight?”

“Is that code for sex?” you laughed. He put a hand on his chest, gasping to himself.

“You heathen!” You whacked his chest, Crew giggling, pulling you against his firm body. “I was simply asking if you wanted to watch a feature film with a gentleman such as myself. If your deviant hands wander, well that’s your fault.”

You grinned, earning a wet, teasing kiss, a tiny scratch of stubble on his jaw from where he hadn’t shaved in the past few days. “And if your tongue wanders?”

“Oh well we can’t trust that thing. It has a mind of it’s own when it comes to you.” Large hands slid around to your ass, squeezing each mound of flesh playfully. “Where’s your room?”

“Right across the hall. No one’s down here but us,” you said. “Plenty of privacy.”

“You and that heathen behavior again,” he said with a shake of his head. 

“Heathen behavior would be me telling you I packed my vibe.” His eyes immediately darkened as you trailed a finger across the broad plains of his chest. “Oh how easily you can be corrupted.”

“Corruption with you sounds hella fun,” he chuckled, footsteps echoing outside the hall. He forced himself away and unlocked the door, the nerves creeping back into his features. “You’re sure I’m not in the way being here?”

“Crew. If we didn’t want you here we wouldn’t have asked.” 

“But it’s not just your family. It’s your whole family and I don’t want to screw any of that up,” he said as the door opened slowly, your dad poking his head in.

“Hey. Calm down,” he said, Crew breathing deeply. “You’re not screwing anything up, alright? You’re here cause you’re family. End of discussion. When you need a break, because god knows I love these people but five days with all of them is a lot, then take a break. No one will think you’re weird. Y/N normally gets sick of us on day two and runs off with her camera so relax. Join in the stuff you want to, take the space you need. And now’s a good time to tell you both that we got the cabin for an extra week for just us so you are welcome to stay for that too Crew.”

“I think I got to take it one day at a time.” 

“That’s perfectly okay,” said your dad, clasping Crew on the shoulder, smiling softly. “We want this to be fun for you. Now go throw on some snow pants before the twins come dragging you out of here. Between my brother and me you should find a pair that fits.”

“Thanks, Jensen.” He glanced back at you and you nodded.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He eased some, heading out of the room as your dad stood by you. 

“Try to peel him away when you need a break from us. He’ll probably need one too.”

“Of course. Between you, me and mom we’ll try to make this good for him.” 

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “And I will try to convince grandma and grandpa that he’s not your boyfriend. They got it stuck in their heads for some strange reason.”

You laughed nervously, your dad shaking his head. 

“Yeah, I don’t know either. So. Sledding?”

“Sure. I’ll go change,” you said, ducking across the hall, shutting the door behind yourself. You leaned against it, breathing slowly. “This is going to be harder than we thought.”

You knew Crew was enjoying himself when you heard his laugh echoing down the hall the next evening. You turned the corner with your camera out, Crew red in the face from laughter, half his face covered in green frosting. Your uncle’s were sporting red and white frosting in their hair, meanwhile your dad was nowhere in view but you could see his legs from behind the island.

“No, no, stop! I’m gonna tell mom and dad!” you heard him laugh. You jogged over and leaned across the island with arms outstretched, camera aimed downwards, snapping a picture. “Y/N! Don’t you dare!”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, a picture of him half pinned down, half covered in every color frosting in the house popping up on your screen. “Who thinks this should be dad’s new insta profile pic?”

“No!” he shouted as the rest of them shouted a resounding yes. “I’ll disown you!”

“Eh, you’re not that scary,” you said, quickly uploading it to the cloud and finding it on your phone. “Let’s do a poll, see what your fans that follow me think.”

“Mom!” shouted Jensen. “I’m being bullied!”

“I don’t hear any bullying!” she shouted back from the den, your mom and aunts cackling to each other when you dad huffed. 

“Y/N don’t you dare post that!” he said. You leaned over the counter, showing him the picture as your uncle continued to slap more frosting in his hair. 

“But you and Crew look cute!” You hit post, Crew immediately sitting up. 

“Wait. You didn’t say I was in the picture!” Without his help your dad was able to pop up, the pair of them staring you down. “Jensen.”

“I’m thinking the same thing, Crew.” They shared a particularly evil looking smile and you took off running for the front of the house, bypassing where your grandpa was playing a board game with some of your cousins. You ran behind him, Crew and your dad standing at the entrance of the room.

“Y/N, can I see your camera?” asked your grandpa. You assumed he wanted to see the picture, surprised when he snatched it out of your hands along with your phone. “Go on.”

“Grandpa!” Your jaw dropped. “You’re going to let your evil child smother me in frosting just like that?”

“Of course not. He’s going to give you a ten second head start.” You blinked, your little cousins giggling. “Eight. Seven.”

You took off past them, the two of them moving when you hit three seconds to go. “You’re cheating!”

“Who said we were going to follow the rules?” laughed your dad as you sprinted past the den, more than a few heads turned your way, watching you race around the family room. Your dad ducked into the kitchen, speaking for a moment with your uncles and grabbing a can of frosting, suddenly all four of them grinning. 

“Oh fuck.” You decided to take your chances and ran out the back door in your slippers, grateful they were like boots and you were able to spare your feet from the cold snow.

Until you felt a tackle from behind that was, rolling onto your back just in time to see Crew kneeling over you. A glob of pink frosting came out of nowhere, smeared all down your face. There wasn’t much you could do at that point except smush the frosting your attackers already wore, giggling when you opened your eyes and saw Crew with a blue mohawk for hair.

“You look fucking ridiculous,” you laughed.

“Tell that to your face,” chuckled your uncle, some of the snow nearby turning a mixture of colors.

“Hey. Hooligans,” said your grandpa, aiming your camera at you. The five of you managed to brush yourselves off, Crew picking you up in his arms with a laugh. “Bet you’re glad you came to this hot mess of a family gathering, aren’t you Crew?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he chuckled, your grandpa taking a few more pictures before he was laughing to himself.

“We better go clean up,” said your dad, everyone carefully trudging inside and heading off for their bathrooms.

“You can let me down, Crew,” you said when you were alone.

“Oh the others might have given up but I caught you. I get to do as I please,” he whispered. You dared to swipe your thumb over his frosting covered lips and suck on it, Crew groaning. “Well now I need to shower first for that boner you gave me.”

“Kids?” said your mom, Crew quickly spinning with you. She had your camera and snapped a quick picture, looking very smug with herself. “Aw, don’t you two look adorable.”

“We’re always adorable,” said Crew, your mom laughing, opening the door to the bathroom for you. 

“Crew, you can use the bathroom upstairs. It’s going to take Y/N a minute to get that frosting out of her hair.” You froze when you saw yourself in the mirror, immediately starting to laugh. “Oh yeah, you all look like idiots. But we love you anyways. Now go wash up and leave your clothes outside the door. I’ll clean it up.”

“Thank you mom!” you said, Crew pecking a kiss on her cheek, causing her to shriek when it left behind a big glob..

“Thanks Dee!” he said, skipping off as she huffed. 

“You’re just as bad as him!” she shouted. She shook her head, setting your camera down in your room, returning as you kept on staring into the mirror. “Do you need help?” 

“I think I’m just going to get under the water in my clothes and peel them off,” you said, turning the shower on. She shut the door as you climbed under, pulling the curtain closed, watching the frosting fall off to the shower floor. It washed out easier than you thought, your mom collecting the wet items as you handed them around the curtain. “I think I’m good.”

“Shout if you need something,” she said, lightly laughing to herself. “You know you just made that boy feel like part of the family.”

“I know. Why do you think I did it?” you giggled.

“He’s lucky to have you.”

Twenty minutes later you were on the couch in the family room, your aunts and uncles having relocated to watch a movie with you. You did a double take when Crew came downstairs in nothing but a towel, damp hair sticking up at odd angles, quickly scurrying through the room and down the far hall where your rooms were.

“No wonder that show of yours is doing so well,” teased your aunt, your dad whacking the back of her head. “He’s a good looking boy!”

“What? You think I’ve been working out like crazy for fun?” he said, flexing his arms.

“People are not watching the show for your ugly mug,” she laughed, your dad pulling her into a headlock. “Mom!”

“Don’t call your brother ugly, honey and Jensen stop tormenting your sister,” said your grandma as she drank the last of her wine. 

“Oh no, she’s right,” said Crew, returning in a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a long sleeve white henley. “Jensen’s horrendous.”

“Exactly!” she said, holding up her hand for a high five. “Crew gets it!”

“Yeah, yeah, he gets it,” said your dad, pulling Crew down into the spot beside him, giving him a noogie but failing due to his wet, slippy hair. He sighed, slumping down with crossed arms. “Someone put on a movie before this awful family bullies me more.”

“You love it,” said one of your aunts as you got up to refill your glass of wine. Crew followed after, keeping his voice low as you found a glass for him.

“Sit next to me,” he murmured as you handed him the bottle. 

“Probably not wise. My dad is oblivious but the rest of the family is not,” you whispered. “Come to my room tonight?”

“Alright. I’ll be there, kid.” he said. He squeezed your hand behind the safety of the island, offering you a quick smile. 

“Love you,” you said, barely audible but his pinky latching onto yours told you he’d heard it. 

“Back at ya,” he whispered, letting your hand go, returning to the couch beside Jensen, your dad’s arm slinging over his shoulders.

You were warm when you woke up the next morning. Very, very warm. You curled your body and felt something firm yet soft beneath you. Blinking open your eyes, you spotted a sleeping Crew, his hair adorably messy as you used his bare chest as a pillow. Damn, he made a good heater. You were pretty sure the only blanket you had on was barely covering your ass and yet you still felt perfectly cozy.

You traced a line over his chest, Crew smiling as he woke, kissing you lazily, a thought nagging at the back of your mind. 

“Honey bun, time to get-” Your eyes flew open, your dad slack jawed in the doorway, staring at where you and Crew were very much naked in bed together. He slammed the door shut, the two of you quickly scrambling out of bed, Crew throwing his sweatpants back on while you did your best to tug a bra on and Crew’s henley.

You had your underwear pulled up when Crew gave you a quick glance, opening the door, your dad right there. “Jensen we-”

Your dad’s face was furrowed, an eerily quiet rage in his features you’d only seen from him on a TV screen. “Get out of this house. Leave your shit and get the fuck out of this house now.”

“Dad we-” 

“Get your ass out!” shouted your dad, voice booming so loud you were sure everyone heard. Crew flinched and opened his mouth, your dad’s eye twitching. “Now!”

Crew shrank back into himself, lowering his head and quickly going past. 

“Crew!” You tried to follow after but an iron clad grip grabbed your arm, your dad’s fury now aimed at you. “What the fuck was that!”

“He takes advantage of you and you’re pissed at me?” You yanked on your arm, his hand not budging.

“He’s my boyfriend! What is wrong with you!” you said, trying to go after Crew, hearing a car rev in the driveway. “Let go of me.”

“You were engaged less than four months ago and now he’s in your bed? He’s not your boyfriend. He’s taking advantage of you!” he yelled. 

“No he’s not! I don’t give a shit about Anthony! Crew is my boyfriend! He has been for nearly two months! You’re too thick headed to see me as anything but a little girl.”

“He’s using you for sex!” he shouted.

“I took his damn virginity! We love each other!”

“No you do not!” he bellowed, tightening his grip on your arm. “He’s manipulating you!”

“Just because you were by that crazy bitch doesn’t mean he’s doing that to me! You just ruined his fucking Christmas when he was so scared to come here. You’re not just his friend, asshole. You’re like a dad to him and you just destroyed your relationship with him forever all because you can’t get it in your head that I’m not a fucking child!”

He stared at you, his grip easing enough for you to slip out. You grabbed a pair of leggings from the floor and tugged them on, barely grabbing your phone before you were storming down the hall, ignoring the looks of your family. You were semi-grateful it seemed like the little kids were playing outside and hadn’t overheard.

“Y/N-” said your mom as you shoved on your boots and grabbed the keys to the SUV from the front table. “Y/N.”

“If he wants to apologize, he can. Otherwise I’m finding Crew and spending Christmas with him.” You took your coat off the hook and headed outside, in the car and down the road, trying to track down Crew before he got too far ahead of you.

He didn’t get far at all though. His car was parked at the far end of the driveway, hidden from sight, his head slumped over the steering wheel. You parked behind him and got out, Crew jumping when you knocked on his window.

“Honey,” you said, ripping the door open, pulling him out of the car into a hug. 

“He hates me so much. I figured it’d be awkward but I never thought he’d fucking hate me,” he said. You hugged him tight, Crew suddenly pushing you away. “Go back.”

“What?” you asked, Crew shaking in the cold. “Where’s your coat? And your fucking boots? Fuck Crew.” 

You walked him over to his passenger side door, pushing him inside, giving him your coat to at least try to cover himself with. You slid behind his wheel and blasted the heat, Crew sniffling quietly. “Crew. Why didn’t you get your coat or boots?”

“He scared me,” he said, closing his eyes. “He was so angry.”

“Crew, my dad would never hurt you. He isn’t violent.”

“Well some dads hurt their kids!” he shouted. His bottom lip wobbled as you narrowed your eyes.

“Who hurt you.” He shook his head, looking out the window. “Hey, I know people can be pieces of shit. My birth mother slapped me so hard I had a bruise on half my face for two weeks. My dad was so disgusted with himself for not stopping it he could barely look at me. Who fucking hurt you?”

Crew sighed, throwing his head back against the headrest. “I went to a foster home after my family was gone. The father was…” He shivered, letting you tuck the jacket around him. “He’d get loud and then he’d smack us around. Told me if I said a word about it he’d do worse to me. Jensen got so loud it felt like I was back in that house waiting to get hurt again.”

“Crew.” You ran a hand through his hair, wrapping him up in your arms. “Honey, I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“You should go,” he said quietly, resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s Christmas eve. I don’t want to ruin it even more for you than I have.”

“You ruined nothing. He’s the one that acted like a neanderthal. I am spending Christmas with you and that’s that. Give me one second and then we’ll go get some breakfast.”

You jogged back to the SUV, finding a pair of your dad’s sneakers shoved away in a gym bag, your hoodie and some money in the glovebox before you hopped back into the car. You gave him back his shirt and put on the sweatshirt, Crew a little more at ease. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to go have our own Christmas and nothing’s going to get in our way.”

Four Hours Later

“I used to want to be a basketball player until I realized I wasn’t tall enough,” laughed Crew, munching on his box of chicken nuggets. “I thought I-”

You both turned to the knock at the motel door, three loud thumps drowning out the Christmas movie you had on in the background. “I’ll get it.”

“I’m not letting you get the door at a motel, Y/N,” said Crew, quickly hopping up to his feet. He peered through the eye hole, closing his eyes. “It’s Jensen.”

“He probably put a freaking tracking app on my phone or some shit. I’ll deal with him.” Crew went back to the bed, his back to the door as you opened it quickly, slipping outside.

“Hi,” he said, nose and cheeks pink from the cold. “Can I come inside?”

“How’d you find us?” you asked, crossing your arms. He nodded to Crew’s vehicle. 

“Texas plates on Crew’s kind of car. Figured you didn’t have that much cash on you. Only took a few hours of driving around to find you.” He forced a smile. “If I’m not allowed inside, can we talk in the car at least? It’s freezing out here.”

You sighed, following him to the SUV, climbing into the passenger seat. He was quiet, watching the motel door closely. “I know I probably lost him for good but tell me I didn’t screw up so badly I lost you too.”

“Of course you didn’t.” You rested your head against the cold glass. “I was cruel to you. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. But it was deserved.”

“Dad,” you scoffed, turning in your seat to face him. “No you didn’t. I’m know better and I knew exactly what to say to make you feel awful and that was wrong of me.”

“I hurt Crew. I backed you into that position.” He paused a beat. “How long have you two been together?”

“Just after Halloween. Almost two months,” you said, crossing your arms. “But the attraction was there from the start.”

“I’ve sort of realized that I should have picked up on the fact that my two introverts were suddenly stuck on each other like glue. I thought you guys were just best friends.”

“He is my best friend. He’s also someone…dad, I love him. I know the difference between what I had with Anthony and what I get with Crew. This isn’t something childish and Crew never pressured me into anything. We flirted but it…I need him to be okay and I’ve never felt the way I do about him about anyone.” 

He closed his eyes, nodding to himself. “There’s so much I want to say to try and explain where my head was at. It doesn’t matter though. All that does is that I apologize to the two of you for being an asshole.”

“I think you owe it to Crew to try and explain. Because honestly, he’s scared of you, and you will not go back to the way it was between you two if you don’t open up too.” 

“I know.” He slowly opened his eyes. “He ran out of the house so fast he didn’t even take his shoes. I saw him flinch too. I didn’t like that.”

“Do you know…” you trailed off, your dad staring blankly. “He’s never told you about his time in foster care, has he.”

“He doesn’t like to talk about it. Why?” You crossed your arms, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. Do not tell me some asshole laid a hand on him and that’s why he took off so fast earlier.”

“You two guys need to talk and as much as I know you hate it, you have to be fucking open with him and I mean you drop down every single wall you have.” You nodded at the door. “And you need to do it without me there. I’ll be here until you’re done, okay?”

He put a hand on the door, a small soft appearing on his face. “I’m sorry I took out my anger at Abigail and that prick Anthony on you two. I just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt and god, Abigail wanted to hurt you again. That feeling of being in the dark and feeling like a betrayal when I saw Crew with you made me-”

“Overreact. I know. That’s why I forgive you and I forgave you for snapping at me. But Crew doesn’t know you like I do, which is why you need to go fix this.” He opened the door, sliding outside. 

“Y/N.” He gave you a single nod. “Why do you forgive me so easily?”

“Because you’re my dad and you only do the things you do because you love me. It’s hard to stay mad at someone for loving you.” 

“Even when I hurt your boyfriend?”

“That’s between you and him now. Stop stalling and get in there. It won’t make this any easier.”

“Wish me luck,” he said, forcing a smile before he shut the door. You watched him go to the motel room and slowly push the door open, ducking inside.

You slumped down in your seat and sighed. “Please let them figure this out.”

One Hour Later

You blinked open your eyes when your dad knocked on your window. You opened the door, following him into the motel room where Crew stood, arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Crew and I were unable to-”

“Jensen’s a dick,” snapped Crew, freezing you in place. Your dad glared at him, your heart sinking.

“You slept with my daughter you son of a bitch,” he growled.

“It wasn’t the first time either,” shot back Crew. Your dad got in his face as you flung yourself forward, pushing them apart. 

“Stop! What is wrong with you two!” you said, hands keeping them at bay. “I-” Crew’s lip curled up as he started to snort, your dad shrugging with a grin when you turned to him. “Oh you two fuckers! I hate both of you!”

“It was totally my idea,” said your dad. “We worked through the script for quite a while. Of course the rookie here had to go and break character early.”

“We worked out a whole stunt routine and everything,” said Crew. You flipped them both off, grabbing your coat from the bed and tugging it on. “Uh oh. I think we pissed her off.”

“She forgives easily,” chuckled your dad, throwing his arm over Crew’s shoulders, the pair of them smiling as you felt some of your rage simmer down. “We worked it out, honey bun.”

“How much did you work it out or did you two avoid the conversation by deciding to prank me?” you asked with a scowl. Your dad ruffled Crew’s hair gently. It was only then that you noticed both of their eyes were tinged red. “Were you crying?”

“Pft,” said your dad as Crew nodded. “Okay, yeah. Maybe there was a bit of that. But it’s only because we care about each other and no, not because of you. We had to remind ourselves we have our own relationship that exists outside of you as my kid and Crew as your boyfriend. Once we got past that, I’d say we’re in a different place.”

“A better place than we were even before,” said Crew, your dad rubbing his back. “But I did have to promise to minimize the chances of him walking in on us together.”

“We will be locking the door more diligently,” you said, waving towards the door. “Now can we get out of this reject of a Supernatural episode and go back to our nice Christmas themed cabin? Where I won’t catch a disease?”

“I think we can do that,” said your dad, pulling you into a hug with the two of them. “But going forward, please don’t hide things from me. I won’t press or say a word if Crew stays over or you stay over his place but I just want to know what’s going on in your lives. Both of you. And you don’t get to hog him anymore, Y/N. I still get to do shit with him.”

“We can share,” you said, hugging them both. “Crew. I apologize in advance for sort of letting it slip in a moment of anger to the whole family that you were a virgin before.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure Dee has squashed anything they would say,” he said, your dad humming.

“Oh yeah. That woman and I are going to have another word. I can’t believe she knew the whole time,” he groaned. “We’re supposed to keep secrets from you guys, not the other way around.”

“To be fair, we did sort of beg her not to because we were nervous of a certain stubborn headed man’s reaction,” you said. “And she was nervous too.”

“I know. I need to tone down the overprotectiveness,” he said walking towards the door. “I’ll see you two back at home soon?”

“Yeah, we’ll be right there,” you said. “Give us a second?”

Your dad headed out, Crew and you picking up your trash before heading back to the check in to return the key. “You didn’t just accept his apology to make it all go away, right?”

“No,” said Crew, interlacing your fingers together. “He was…he apologized for hurting me and told me I didn’t get to experience this yet but parents fuck up sometimes. And he told me no matter what happens between you and me, he’ll always be my friend and someone I can confide in. Yeah, it feels different than before but I think it’s stronger, not breakable if that makes sense.”

You squeezed his hand. “Good. You deserve to have those relationships, Crew.”

He kissed your temple, letting his lips linger. “Christmas always this eventful?”

“Uh no. Next year will be way more boring. I promise.”

One Year Later

“Hello, honey bun!” shouted your dad, bursting into your bedroom where you were wrapping up a last minute present for Crew. You jumped up, sighing when he clasped his hands behind his back, a devilish grin on his face.

“Whatever you and Crew are up to, the answer is no.” You cut off another piece of tape, your dad rocking back on his heels, watching you wrap. “You’re being a creeper, dad.”

“I’m just waiting for you to be done. I have strict instructions.” 

“Instructions to do what?” you groaned, fighting with the roll of tape. He came over to help, holding down the wrapping while you tore off a new piece. “Thanks.”

“That’s a pretty picture of you guys at the premiere,” he said, nodding to the frame. “I still can’t believe he convinced you to come.”

“He did sort of throw that whole I made him come to Christmas last year thing in my face. It wasn’t that bad honestly. I got to meet Jack Quaid actually.”

“Oh you met Jack? How was that?” he asked as you grabbed some ribbon, wrapping it around the box.

“He’s super nice. I think him and Crew didn’t work together much on the movie but they hung out at the after party, talked video games for like an hour I swear,” you said, finishing with your wrapping. “Okay. All set.”

“Perfect,” he said, helping you to your feet. He immediately picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, leaving the present behind on the floor. 

“Uh. I have questions,” you said, poking him in the back.

“Oh, you’ve been kidnapped at request of your boyfriend. These things happen,” he said, carrying you downstairs of the house in Colorado.

“Uh,” you said when he came to a stop and set you down. He pulled an eye mask out of his back pocket, thrusting it forward with a grin. “Come on, a blindfold?”

“I’m just the hired henchman in this scenario.” You groaned, pulling it down over your eyes. You grabbed his shoulder when he picked up your foot, the blindfold immediately coming off. “Hey! You’re supposed to keep that on.”

“Let me put on my own boots before you kill us both,” you said. He held up his hands, telling you to put on your coat too before the blindfold went back on. You knew when he pulled you outside, the air crisp and chilly.

“Have fun,” he chuckled before you heard the door shut behind you. 

“Crew?” you asked, hearing the crunch of a boot in the snow. It was quiet, everything muffled by the snow on the ground. “Crew?”

“I’m right here, kid,” he murmured from close by. “I’m going to take off the blindfold, alright?”

He turned your body to face the yard, cold fingertips brushing over your cheeks. He pushed the face mask up and off, your eyes adjusting to the lights before you. 

“Did, did you decorate the gazebo with lights?” you asked, turning your head up, Crew shrugging.

“It’s more of a hot chocolate and whiskey hideaway,” he said, holding up a thermos. “Want some?”

“Sure. What’s with the kidnapping plot?” you asked, eyeing him up and down. “You’re up to something.”

“Yup,” he laughed. “I bet you’re dying to know what.” He booped your nose. “Only time will tell.”

You narrowed your eyes, smiling as you headed across the yard to the gazebo. You gratefully took a cap full of hot chocolate, a splash of whiskey thrown in, the heat warming your hands. “Foxe…what are you up to?”

“I’ll give you a hint.” He sipped from his mug, pulling you to lay your legs across his lap. “Look up.”

Your gaze went to the strand of mistletoe strung above. He kissed you the second you glanced back down, his mouth warm and chocolaty. 

“You’re trying to throw me off,” you murmured against his lips.

“Is it working?” he grinned.

“Not a chance,” you said, noticing the house was dark. “Why are all the lights off?”

“Your parents are taking your siblings out to dinner. We have the house to ourselves for the next few hours.”

“Oh I like that surprise,” you giggled. 

“I figured you would,” he said as you heard a car pull away. “Y/N. Look at the house again.”

He turned your chin, gaze finding the one single strand of lights that was now turned on. A single strand written out into a few simple words.

“I love you, kid,” you read, Crew pulling you into a hug. “Why are you so cute?”

“It’s my specialty,” he teased, smushing his cheek against yours. “I needed your parents’s help to get it all readable. Plus I wasn’t quite finished but they had to go to make their reservation and your dad volunteered to keep you busy for a few more minutes.”

“Thank you so much. I love you too,” you said, pecking a kiss on his lips. “For a second I thought you were going to ask me to marry you.”

“No, no,” he chuckled. “I’m not going to ask you to marry me through Christmas lights.”

“I wouldn’t mind-” you said, Crew knocking the thermos over, spilling the hot liquid all across the floor boards. “Well.”

“This is why this shit only happens in movies,” he sighed. “It’s getting cold out anyways. We can warm up with cocoa, enjoy that fireplace in our room…”

“You read my mind,” you said, helping him clean up what you could before heading inside. Five minutes later you were in your bedroom, his present tucked away with the others, Crew laying out a blanket in front of the roaring fireplace. 

“Could you grab me another blanket?” Crew asked, nodding to the one at the end of the bed. You hummed, picking it up, something small falling out of it, bouncing on the floor. You bent down to pick it up, eyes flickering to Crew when you saw him kneel up, smirking up at you. You stared at the box again, his grin growing even wider. “So. I know you’ve answered before but I have to ask one last time and this is a big one. Did I catch you, kid?”

“Yeah. You did, Crew,” you said as he pushed the box open, your eyes going wide. “Uh. Question. This is meant to be an engagement ring, right?”

He immediately hopped up, jaw dropping when he looked inside to find a pair of earrings.

“Oh fuck. Your dad put the wrong box in here earlier,” he said, pausing, staring at you in horror. “He was going to give Dee the earrings at dinner tonight. I fucked it up. How did I fuck this up? I’ve been planning this for months and I fucked it up!”

“Honey, relax,” you said, setting the earrings down and wrapping your arms around him. “You can give me the ring later. My answer is still yes. You’re all that I need.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, shaking his head with a laugh. “You sure you want to marry this idiot?”

“Oh yeah. He’s been mine for a long, long time. Besides, we can blame this on my dad.”

“Totally his fault,” he chuckled, holding you tight. “I love you so much.”

“You too, Crew. Now let’s get to celebrating. I’m still cold.”

“And I know just how to warm you up.”

_________

[beanzfandoms]

Enough Adventuring for One Day

Pairing: Dean x Sister! reader x Sam

Description: The Winchester's sister gets lost in a store.

Warning: Separation, anxiety attack 

-‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’--‘๑’-

     (Y/n) follows her brothers into a local grocery store. It was a large building, with high concrete walls and a ceiling that towers over the sectioned shelving. Red, yellow, and blue stripes follow along the edge of the interior, like an Elementary school does to add 'excitement'. 

        "OK," Sam says as he takes out a folded list from his flannel pocket. "We just need the basics. We can start with- Dean! Where are you going?"

        "They have cakes over here," Dean says in an obvious tone, "They might be on sale."

        "That's not essential," Sam sighs as he watches his older brother walk towards the bakery with a childish desire. "I guess it's just me and you, bug."

        (Y/n) obediently waits behind Sam as he analyzes the prices of lunch meat. She holds in a bored sigh as she lazily looks around. The young Winchester's eyes seem to brighten as she notices a small aisle of room decorations. Even though she's not home a lot, doesn't mean she can't admire the aesthetic objects of the store.

        The girl scrolls down the different comforters and figurines until a painting on the top shelf catches her eye. The moon on the canvas cascades over a lake and a shadow of trees; its reflection ripples through the waters like a pale entity. Orbs of colorful light dance about the scene like frilly dresses at a lively ball.

        The inspired energy that the girl got from it didn't last, however. (Y/n) casually glances to where Sam was, only to find that he was gone. She quickly looks back and fourth from the walkway to see if she could spot him. With no luck, and panic starting to settle, she backtracks to the bakery to find Dean.

        Tears form in her eyes as she turns the corner to find that he disappeared as well. She begins to feel claustrophobic as she helplessly looks around for her brothers.

        The world begins to spin and it feels like she is slowly falling. Her cheeks become wet and she knows the dam in her eyes finally broke. (Y/n) is scared.

        A large hand grabs her shoulder and the Winchester jolts forward defensively. Her fist connects to the palm of Dean's hand. "Whoa there," Dean grins, "I know we told you to keep your guard up, but gee. That could've hurt someone." His eyes glance over her shoulder, " I found her, Sammy."

        Sam walks over and grabs (Y/n) by the arms. "Don't ever wander off without telling me again," he says sternly. "One minute I thought you were right behind me, then I look and your missing. What if something bad-"

        "Lay off her," Dean says, "(Y/n), you okay? you don't look so hot."

        Sam stops his ranting and notices his sister's pale expression. "You feeling well?" He questions as he feels her forehead with the back of his hand.

        "I- I couldn't find you. I'm sorry- I was looking at a painting and was going to go back to you, but when I did, you were gone. S-so, I went back to the bakery to find Dean, but he was gone too-"

        "Hey, hey." It's alright. You're okay," Sam coos, brushing away a few stray tears rolling down her face. "I'm sorry I blew up."

        "Yeah," Dean butts in, "Don't cry, cause I got you cake."

        "For her?" Sam spectates with a raised brow, "Really?"

        "Of course," Dean bickers back.

        "Can we just stick together while Sam finishes his shopping... Please?" (Y/n) interjects, "I think I've done enough adventuring for today."

[raz-writes-the-thing]

wip

ive been working on this wip for like a week and i just can never seem to quite get there to finish it. super frustrating : (

anyway here is an unedited sneak peak if anyone's interested and wants to encourage me to finish it

NSFW below the cut

See, here was the situation. Sam was on a hunt. Well, all three of you were on a hunt, but Sam was down at the station questioning one of the local police department's witnesses. He was probably calling with an update. It could be important.

But having said that, Dean had been after a few minutes alone with you since you'd all left the bunker and trekked halfway across the country. At the bunker, there was all the time in the world for moments alone. You'd both definitely forgotten what it was like on the road, trying to find the time when Sam wasn't hunched over the dining table with his laptop at all hours of the night.

Sure, sometimes he watched at your invitation- watched as Dean fingered you open in front of him while you sat between Dean's legs, leaning back against his strong chest. Dean even allowed him to eat you out once or twice here and there. It was an unconventional relationship, the boys sharing you from time to time. You were Dean's, though, and you always would be, but as time went on and the three of you spent more and more time together- you found that you grew to love them both in much the same way.

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Hello, do you know of any good Dean x reader x Sam love triangles filled with a lot of angst and just keeps breaking your heart 😅

Thank you!

Well, a quick look at my Dean x reader x Sam tag brings up some promising fics! I'll list a couple here, and you can peruse the rest at your leisure. (Why are so many of these A/B?O)

Tattered by @stusbunker - A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST but with a happy ending!

Her Saviors by @bamby0304 - A/B/O, canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST, and still in process. Kind of a series rewrite fic.

The Best Laid Plans by @crashdevlin - I'm not sure if this is exactly what you're looking for. A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, OMG SO MUCH ANGST, and also includes a de-aged John! In this one, Dean and Sam don't share the reader like in the others, and there are a lot of triggering scenes (dubcon and noncon) involving our main characters. This one isn't listed under my Dean x Reader x Sam tag since they never share her.

Looking at my own masterlist because I love having both brothers and not having to choose:

Cracker Jack Prize - My first-ever piece of fiction. I gave her a name, but she's really just a reader insert. So Mary Sue. Everyone loves her. She's got powers. It's formatted stupidly on AO3. Someday I might try and fix that.

Third Wheel - I challenged myself to write the smuttiest smut I could write and this was what happened. Reader grew up with the Campbells, starts off with Soulless Sam, adds Dean later, there's some angst when Sam gets his soul back, but there's a happy ending. Cuz I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

I'd Be Better - I saw a gifset and it gave me angsty feels.

Leave Unsaid Unspoken - This has Jo instead of a reader character, but HOLY ANGST, BATMAN. Trigger warning in tags.

Maybe somebody else has more recs?