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Dean's Lover

Season 1, Episode: 2, Welcome Home

Last time on episode of Dean's Lover........

Dean was scrolling through his laptop because he was looking for a hunt that Sam and he could do until he got an email from someone from Mystic Falls.

Dean decided to click on the email and read it. When he was reading the email and saw that it was the sheriff who emailed him. As he can see she was asking him for help.

Sam glanced over at him. "What did you find?"

Dean glances towards Sam. "Yeah. A sheriff from Mystic Falls emails me." He should it to him as he does want to help and he knows that he will see Rose again.

Sam looked at the email and then looked at Dean because he knew that this would be a bad idea for them to take this hunt. "Dean..." He pauses for a moment then clears his throat. " Maybe let Rose take care of it."

"Why?" Dean didn't understand why Sam didn't want to take this hunt. "We are only there for the hunt."

Sam knows how his brother is when it comes to Rose and he doesn't want Dean to do anything stupid that could cause Dean and Rose to break up. "Just trust me. I'll send a text to her.

When Rose walked into the mason she didn't think that she would be seeing Stefan in the living room and this did cause the room to have tension. Everyone could feel it till Rose rolled her eyes walked out of the living room and headed upstair to her room.

Damon walked in and he saw everyone glance over to me. "What happened?" He looked at them because he knew that something had happened but he was looking at Stefan.

"Rose saw Stefan and she went upstairs," Bonnie tells Damon.

Damon let out a sigh. "Stefan, you shouldn't have done this to her." He can see that Stefan is getting uncomfortable.

"Did it what is best for her!" Stefan stood up and looked at Damon because he knew that Rose is angry at him.

Damon shook his head. "Bullshit." He glares at Stefan before he goes upstairs to check on Rose. He just wanted to make sure that she was okay. This made everyone look at Sefan because they wanted to know what he did to Rose.

When Damon made it to Rose's room, he knocked on the door but waited for her to answer. "Rose? It's me. Damon." He stood before her door and waited for her to open the door. when he heard Rose's footsteps coming to the door.

Rose opened the door and walked away and she went to her bed. "Why is he here?" She glanced at Damon because she really didn't want to see Stefan there.

Damon sighed and walked in while he shut the door. "Honestly, I don't know. But I know what he did wasn't okay."

"He made Dean and Sam forget about me!" Rose snapped at Damon because she was angry with Stefan. "Now I have to start all over again with them."

"Wait, are you seeing them again?" Damon asked her as he walked towards her. "What are you going to do if Stefan finds out?"

"He won't. " Rose hoped that Damon wouldn't tell Stefan about it as she watched him rub his face and she heard him let out a sigh.

"Are you dating one of them?" Damon looks at her with a serious facial expression.

Rose glances away from Damon. "Dean Winchester." She glances back at him. "Please Damon, don't tell Stefan." She really doesn't want Dean to get hurt or worse killed.

"So that's the reason why you don't come home that much?" Damon walked over and sat on her bed. He just wanted to know more about his little sister.

"Yes. And I am here only here for five days." Rose looked at Damon, she really hoped that Damon wouldn't tell Stefan. "Promise me that you won't tell Stefan."

Damon knew that Rose did care about the Winchester brothers and he knew that she would be protected from them. "I promise." He pull her into a hug. "I am happy to see you again."

Rose hugs him back then pull away. "So what has happened since I been gone?" She wanted to know everything.

Damon chuckles and shakes his head. "Well....we have been dealing with Katherine."

"Wait, that slut of a cunt was here?!" Rose stood up because she can't stand Katherine because she knew how Katherine treated her brother and she really want Katherine dead. "Why didn't you call me?!"

"Stefan didn't want you to get hurt." Damon already knew what Rose was going to say next. "I already knew what you were going to say next."

"Stefan doesn't care about me." Rose rolled her eyes and she knew the truth and knew how Stefan felt about her. She looked at him as she put her hair into a messy bun.

"Stefan does care about you," Damon remembers the day when Stefan ran to him and told him that Rose was dying. "I still remember the day that you died when he told me."

Rose made a puff sound and she shook her head as she chuckled. "Do you really believe what he said?" She looked at him then she could see that Damon did believe him. "Oh, my sweet dear brother." She placed her hand on Damon's hand as she looked at him. "He was the one who gave Katherine the green light to turn me into a vampire."

Damon couldn't believe that Stefan did that to her. "What. Stefan let Katherine turn you." He was angry with Stefan for lying to him causing him to get up and walk out of the Rose's room as he was going to take care of Stefan.

Damon came down the stairs and walked towards Stefan which caused him to push Stefan very hard. "You let Katherine turn our little sister into a vampire when she was only thirteen!"

"I did what I had to do!" Stefan got onto his feet as he looked at Damon.

"No, you did that because you know what is best for everyone else." Damon glares at Stefan as he wants to punch him but everything in his bones is telling him not to because he doesn't want to do that.

"She doesn't know what she wants." Stefan thinks that Rose can't make her own choice. "I had to do what was best for her!"

Damon rolled his eyes. "Rose isn't a kid anymore. And what do you know what is best for her?" He wasn't going to let Stefan treat Rose like this. "You can't keep treating her like she is some pet."

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She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid X Goth!reader]

A/N: self indulgent little fic here. I have been in a writing slump for a few weeks and needed to do something just a little self indulgent. So we have this which has been on my mind for ever. I love Abby Sciuto from NCIS and thought how fun it would be to see our little nerd fall in love with the alternative lab rat of the FBI. This is not proof read or anything so it might not be the absolute best but I just wanted to put something out here again.

WC: 1737

Tags: fluff, crush, first meeting, love at first sight possibly, multiple parts, opposites attract, self indulgent fic, reader is described as female, reader is alternative

Warnings: Mention of human remains.

Read part 2 here, read part 3 here

The music coming from the lab was muffled. Even through the closed door Spencer could hear the barely legible lyrics as he got closer and closer. As he reached the door and knocked there seemed to be no answer. Certain his knocking wouldn’t be heard over the noise that he now recognized as Siouxsie and the banshees. He opened the door. As soon as the barrier between him and the music was lifted it sounded so clear. It was turned up to 11 and he wondered how anyone could even focus with music that loud.

That was until he saw you, swaying along to the music, the white coat exaggerated the movements. Swishing from side to side as you reach for a pasteur pipette while bobbing your head along to the music. You seemed absorbed in the music, focussed on your work leaning over the bench and carefully dripping a clear substance on a piece of paper while still perfectly on beat with the music. Spencer cleared his throat loudly, hoping to make himself known before he interrupted you in whatever you seemed to be doing. Though it didn’t quite reach the decibel level to alert you. “L/N” he called out your last name but once again no response. So he took a few steps closer. Once Spencer was close enough he reached out and softly tapped your shoulder. You jumped in response, whirling around in shock with the pipette in your hands raised like a weapon. Like somehow you would be able to defend yourself with the lab instrument. A yelp falling from your lips. 

“Oh my god! Can’t you knock!” You accused, eyes wide as you placed your free hand on the top of your chest, taking a deep breath. “I did. I also tried to clear my throat to not scare you.” Spencer retorted, his voice raised a little louder so you could hear him over the music. You twirled around, placing the pipette in the holder. “I’m Doctor Reid, from the BAU.” He continued loudly. You turned, holding your left hand up to shush him. Your right fishing the remote from your coat pocket. It gave Spencer some time to look you over. 

Your lab coat was about the only light thing you wore. The outfit underneath was black on black on black. A band tee with illegible writing that peeked over a corset, layered with a ripped fishnet top underneath. The abundance of necklaces of all different lengths, cascading down your neck like silver waterfalls. Ripped jeans he wasn’t quite sure were safe for the lab environment, but the skin of your thigh caught his attention. Something inside of him stirring. He fidgeted with his hands in front of his body.

“So… you were saying?” You spoke. Spencer’s eyes snapped back to your face. You looked up at him with big eyes, a small smile accompanying them. The music was turned down now giving him room to think. Though your eyes still made it difficult to really focus. “Oh, I am Doctor Reid, from the BAU.”  He answered after swallowing for a moment. “Ah! You are here for the clothing analysis, right? Penelope mentioned one of the team would come pick it up. Normally it's her or Derek, though I think Derek has complained about hearing loss.” You whirled around while rambling on, pony tail waving behind as you turned, bounding over to a table with scattered papers. Spencer followed close behind, not focussing on the words rather just the tone of your voice, a slight intrigue towards you. He didn’t even know your first name, yet somehow your mannerisms, your unconventional style, it made him want to know more. “Right.” He said, realizing he hadn’t technically answered your questions. 

Spencer looked over your shoulder as you picked up a stack of papers neatly stapled together. He thought he might be a bit too close as he could smell the subtle perfume wafting off of you. Though he also strangely enjoyed it. It was sweet but not overly so. A hint of cherry that was fitting in his eyes. The color of the fruit matching that of your lipstick. As you looked over the paper and began to talk again, “So, the substance that was on the clothes seems to be turpentine. Commonly used in oil painting. The vapors can already cause irritation to the eyes, skin, and airways if exposed to them for longer periods of time.” you rambled off the words as you read them. “There were some other things found on the clothes that coincide with the oil painting. Different pigments and paint residue.” You turned, eyes still on the paper nearly bumping into Spencer as he had been standing so close. When you looked up at him surprised he could feel a tightening in his chest. “Oops, sorry.” You apologized, a small smile on your lips.

You apologized to him while he was the one in your way. “Oh it was my fault. Shouldn’t have stood so close. Sorry.” He muttered. The words falling from his lips unceremoniously. He felt like half of his intelligence had up and left his brain as he talked to you. Not really knowing what to say at that moment. His hands fidgeted at his sides again. His left hand playing with the hem of his cardigan sleeve. He cursed himself internally for being reduced to a stumbling mess in front of you. You kept standing there though. Clearly you had turned around to go somewhere and Spencer had been in your way. Yet he was nailed in place and so, it seemed to him, were you. “Did you know they used to make oil paints with human remains?” You spoke excitedly. Like you had been waiting to tell someone, anyone, that little fact. He knew that. He knew that for a long time yet seeing you, tell him a fact with such delight, made him want to lie. “Now I do.” He answered, his smile matching yours.

“It was called mummy brown. They ground up mummies, both human and animal, and put it in the paint.” You continued. Your voice trailing off slightly after the word animal. You held up the stack of papers to him. “Everything you need is in there. If you need me to clarify something just give me a call. Or stop by whenever you want.” Spencer nods after your sentence. Taking the papers from you his hand touched yours ever so slightly. His brain short circuited for a moment before the neurons started firing accordingly again. “I eh- I don’t have your number.” he stumbled over the words.

As if you realized that in that moment you took a step aside and walked past him. Walking over to a desk and rummaging through a drawer. Spencer walked a bit closer to your desk. No longer being nailed in place by some unspeakable force. You pulled out a thin sharpie, and Spencer raised a brow ever so slightly at that. You walked back over, holding out your hand to grasp his. Spencer placed his hand in yours. His mouth felt incredibly dry for a moment. His tongue was uncomfortable in his mouth. His heartbeat raced faster. Nothing like he had ever really felt before. You could have done it on the papers, or maybe even a sticky note. Yet you decided that his hand would be the perfect place to write down your number. He thought about it for a moment, your hand was soft and warm. You twisted his hand, writing down your phone number along with your name. Once you finished you let go off his hand. Spencer looked at the black numbers, committing them to memory, and your name. God your name would be bouncing around his head for days. “Y/N.” He said, testing the name. It felt right.

“That’s me, you better put that in your phone. These markers are not nearly as permanent on skin. It’s the oils.” You went on, capping the marker as you spoke. “I will. Thank you.” Spencer said and smiled. He stayed standing in place for another moment. Trying to commit you to memory just in case his eidetic memory failed him. He realized he was staring a little and cleared his throat. “I eh… I have to go.” pointing his thumb to the door. You giggled a little, a sound that made Spencer’s cheek heat up a little. “Right, pretty boy, head on out. I need to get back to work too.” You smiled casually. Spencer’s face was only heating up more. He swallowed. The nickname the others used for him sounded so much better when it came from you. He turned around to hide his ever heating face from your sight, walking over to the door quickly. Once in the opening he quickly looked back, giving an awkward wave that you returned with a smile. 

When Spencer entered the bullpen his face had calmed down a little. Not feeling nearly as hot as before. He was able to think clearly again, but when he looked at your number and name on his hand he felt giddy inside. Reaching his desk he sat down, placing the analysis file on his desk. “That took you long enough, pretty boy.” Derek called out from his desk, humor in his voice. The nickname had no effect when he said it. “Sorry, the lab tech… she was explaining some things to me.” Spencer quickly lied. “Alright, can I get the file?” Derek had his hand already out. Spencer gave him the file and Derek’s brows raised at the number scribbled on his hand. “You got her number?” He smirked. Spencer pulled his hand back covering the numbers and your name with his other hand. “If something needed more clearing up.” He retorted. Derek merely chuckled at his awkwardness, “She’s friends with Garcia, you wouldn’t have needed her phone number.” He added with a smirk. Spencer felt his face heat up a little again, embarrassed. He knew that. He knew that he had known that. But in that moment he couldn’t think.

He looked back at his hand. Your name on his skin. A little flutter in his chest kicked up when he did. Derek cleared his throat, making Spencer look up again. Derek pointed at him with his pen, before opening his mouth. “You better call her soon.”

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