#if dean ever looked at me like that i'd push him up against a wall and fall from heaven for him too

[bloodydeanwinchester]

random shots of dean’s tongue - 5 / ∞

4x22 || lucifer rising

💗 happy 1 year and 11 months everyone 💗

[1000roughdrafts]

Just Another Day

Summary: Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Warnings: some language (like 2-3 words), light mentions of angst, but mostly fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Not betad, all mistakes are my own 😊 and bear with me, I’m a little rusty 🥰 happy love day 🥰

Valentine's Day has never really been a favorite of mine, let alone anything I'd consider more than 'just a day'. Hell, Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, even birthdays are all just 'another day' for me. It's kind of difficult not to harbor ill feelings about them after constantly being let down by the people in my life, one broken promise after another.

Dean and Sam have kept every promise they've made, though. In fact, they're managing to break down my walls bit by bit from stolen candy on Halloween to a fried chicken meal with beer on Thanksgiving all while living in cheap motels chasing monsters. When I told them this morning that I just wanted to hunt as usual for the day, I couldn't help but to feel a tad disappointed that they agreed. Bit by bit, I'm breaking my own rules about not getting my hopes up on holidays.

This is our first Valentine's Day as a couple, and I've known Dean long enough to know that chocolate and flowers aren't exactly his style. But I can count on him to bring me a piece of pie "just because" or he'll clean my weapons for me after a particularly grueling hunt because he knows all I want to do is shower and get in bed.

After a long day of exorcising demons, we are on the road again. Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult plays low on the radio, but the clattering of rain on the roof has my full attention. Sam loudly rifles through the papers in his lap with one hand, flashlight held in the other, hesitant to ever let himself relax. Dean's eyes flicker between the road and the rear-view mirror to periodically check on me.

"Hey, you seem off today, you okay?" Dean asks, picking up on my vacant eyes and slight frown.

I suck in a breath, inhaling the scent of the Black Ice air freshener and a hint of stale whiskey, "yeah," I say curtly, keeping my eyes on the trees swaying in the wind as we drive past, lit only by the moon above us. The wind howls against the windows of the Impala, sneaking in and covering my skin with goosebumps.

His face scrunches a bit and he nods before the tick of the blinker signals that he's turning off the highway. I feel a twinge of discomfort knowing we're only minutes away from the motel now. As much as I hate the numbness I feel in my butt and thighs, there is something meditative about being a passenger on a long drive.

We pass an abandoned gas station before I can see the dim lights of the Wandering Inn. Dean parks us by the front desk, leaving the Impala to run with a soft purr as he gets us a key to a room. Neither Sam nor I take our time getting the bags together, so by the time Dean is back out and we find a parking spot near the room, we're ready to head in.

The door whines as Dean pushes it open, immediately palming the peeling wall for a light switch. The overhead light flickers a few times before settling on a weak glow, and before I can even shut the door behind us, the smell of burnt dust and old pledge assaults my nose. I glance around the small room. The musky yellow walls seem to make it feel even smaller, somehow.

Dean turns to me with outstretched arms and a smile, asking for my bags. I dutifully and sleepily hand them over, not realizing the weight they bared until the relief of their absence waves over me. Dean nods his head towards the bathroom, "ladies first on a shower," he says softly. His boots click on the tile as he walks over to toss our bags onto the bed, plopping down next to them to remove his boots.

In a few short strides I head over to grab my bag for the bathroom, stopping in front of him to plant a kiss on his forehead. His eyes, droopy and half-closed, look up at me in a smile. He places his hands my back, thumbs rubbing circles on my skin as he pulls me in for a kiss.

"Thanks for first shower, Dean," I say, letting my hands rest on his shoulders.

His eyebrows rise and fall before he says, "yeah, well, by the looks of it, you need it more than we do tonight."

My ear to ear smile is real, but I fake a laugh before pulling away. "Whatever," I say, but I slowly lose my smile on the way to my shower. Dean's ability to pick up on even the most subtle of changes in me are a testament to how great of a hunter he is, and even greater boyfriend. How he can't pick up on how torn I'm feeling about this wretched day I've no idea. What conflicts me further is that I know it's my responsibility to share these feelings with him. Dean may have an attention to detail I haven't seen in a partner in, well, ever, but he's not a mind reader.

The tile of the bathroom is cold under my feet, so I remove my shirt to stand on it while I wait for the water to heat up. I hear the guys shuffling and moving things in the room, keeping their voices hush, but I'm too tired to give a shit. Waving a hand under the water I decide that it's the perfect temperature and remove the rest of my clothes to get in.

I don't even realize how tense I am until the water hits my shoulders, nearly forcing me to relax under it. My body's reflexes take over and I go into autopilot as I think about today and Valentine's Day is already almost over, but we did nothing… at my request. I roll my eyes at myself, brushing my teeth while the conditioner sits in my hair. The scent of fruit and mint fill the room among the steam. When I rinse my hair, I imagine I'm rinsing the day away.

The mirror is completely fogged up by the time I get out. With slightly damp skin, and a towel wrapped around my head, I struggle to get my clothes on, and it frustrates me.

I open the door and allow the steam to pour into our room, and I'm immediately hit with a surprising smell. It's almost as if someone is roasting marshmallows in our motel room. I take a small, careful step and peek just my head out, eyes zeroing in on the lit candles on the table.

My eyes skip over to Dean who sits on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, a single flower in one hand, and a mix-tape in the other. Beneath his feet is a trail of rose petals leading to the door of the bathroom. He keeps his eyes on me, a smile peaking through his lips as he awaits my next move.

Sam's eyes and mine meet before he offers an awkward smile and shuffles a few things around on his bed. He grabs his shower bag, and I take a few steps towards Dean to allow him to enter the bathroom. Dean and I are both silent until the door closes behind Sam.

"What is all this, Dean?" I asks, astonished. Moldy motel room, or 5 star suite, never in my life has anyone laid out rose petals for me. I feel my heart racing like it's ready to burst right out of my chest.

Dean smiles, standing to hand me the flower with a kiss on my cheek. My skin is warm where his lips just were, and he reaches to take my hand, guiding me to sit on our bed.

He notices my eyes glance down at the mix tape before jumping back up to his. "I've been working on this for a few weeks now," he says, shaking the tape in his hand before handing it to me.

My hand shakes when I grab it, and I flip it to see "To my Y/N/N, Love Dean," scribbled on the front. My cheeks grow hot again, but this time with embarrassment that I'd spent the whole day thinking about myself, when here's Dean blowing expectations right out of the water.

"It's, uh, all the songs that remind me of you," he says softly, and I notice the scent of my favorite candle as the flame burns. My head spins.

"I don't know what to say, Dean," I start, and he just smiles, caressing my hand with his calloused fingers, "I mean, thank you. This is the kindest, most loving thing anyone has ever done for me," I say, tears welling in my eyes.

It's overwhelming to think a personal could love someone so much that amidst hunting Heaven, Hell and everything in between he could find the time to make this moment so special.

"Aw, sweetheart, don't cry," he says, arms wrapping around me, pulling me in for a tight hug.

"I'm not crying, Dean," I contest, but I nuzzle my face into his soft, comforting shirt, allowing my arms to wrap around his torso, and under the warmth of his jacket.

I soak in the smell of his sandalwood cologne and tighten my arms around him. Kissing his chest, I mutter another "thank you" before lifting my head to look him in the eyes. He brings his hand to either side of my face, eyes looking back and forth between mine, "you're very welcome," he says, kissing me with a tenderness that takes my breath away, and I realize that it's moments like these that I want to fill my heaven with.

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dean walks into cas' room one night when he's had enough of pacing in his own room and bursts out "why?"

cas looks up from his book, looks at dean with his eyebrows furrowed and says, "i don't think that was a full sentence."

dean rolls his eyes then shrugs because cas is kinda right, and tries again. "why do you love me?"

cas leans back against the wall behind his bed, which he is sitting on with his legs straight out in front of him, and says quietly, "i've already told you why. do you really need me to give you that whole speech again?" in a tone indicating that he doesn't particularly want to but that he will, if asked.

"no, i mean, how?" dean says. "how can you love me? how can you look past... why don't you... i mean, all i do is mess things up. i'm not good with people, i'm always angry, i- i've caused more than one apocalyptic event. i yell all the time, and i push people away, and i've hurt you so many times, and i- i just don't get it. i don't understand why you don't see that."

"i do see it," cas says calmly. he tilts his head to the side, looking for his words. "i do see all of these things. you are not a perfect man, dean. you can be quite frustrating sometimes. but how much of a hypocrite would i be if i held that against you? i have messed up too, perhaps more than you. i am not good with people either. i have pushed you away many times, not only hurting you, but myself as well. i have stubbornly clung to my need to fix things on my own when i should have trusted you. and you've managed to forgive me every time. can you not see how i can do the same?"

dean's mouth opens and closes a few times, then he says, "but you always had a good reason. you've always been good."

"so have you, dean. every mistake you've made was in an attempt to help someone else. me, on several occasions. you are not the consequences of your actions, dean. you are the intentions behind your actions." after a pause, he adds, "i would say this is why i love you, but i don't think it is. i don't love you because you're good. i love the bad, too. i don't have a reason to love you, i just do."

dean looks at his angel, sitting awkwardly on his unmade bed, his discarded book laying open next to him, its pages folded at an unnatural angle against the mattress, and thinks, it doesn't matter. none of it matters. maybe it did once, maybe it will again. but right now, nothing matters but the joy he feels at having cas here and safe and casually going through his t-shirts any time he needs a change of clothes.

he walks up to the bed and lies down next to cas, his head on cas' stomach, his arms around his waist. "thank you," he whispers, a tear sneaking its way down his nose. "thank you."

he feels a hand land gently on the top of his head, fingers carding through his hair, slowly massaging circles into his scalp. the hand moves in small motions until it reaches his temple, his cheekbone, the hollow of his cheek. it wipes away the tears on dean's skin, and dean only cries harder at the tenderness of it. he grabs the hand and folds cas' arm around him. he intertwines his fingers with cas', taking his time to feel all the points of contact between them. his lips find the back of cas' hand, and with his eyes closed, he says, "i can't quite believe i get to have this yet. i don't know if i will ever truly believe it. but i love you too. i wasn't sure before because, well. i'm me. i'm not good at putting things into words. but i know now. i love you and i'm happier when you're here. i'd like you to stay with me. uh, if you want to, that is. if you want to stay with me then i'm all yours. forever."

he hears a sniff as cas' hand squeezes around his. "yes, dean. that would be nice."

dean falls asleep soon after that, unbothered by nightmares, and when he wakes up a full eight hours later, cas is still warm against him, their hands still intertwined, and in his own heart he feels the noticeable absence of the ever-present flutter of fear.

[pretendingtoknowhowtowrite]

TITLE: Tight Jeans (You will be mine)

Summary: Dean and you always teased each other but nothing really happened until now... you are alone in a motel room since Sam had to go with Jack somewhere else. You are wearing one of his favourite jeans...things get spicier in an instant as Dean can't take his eyes off of you(r ass).

TW: anal - cursing - smut -let me know if I need to add something

TAGS: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader - 18+ - smut- penetrative sex - anal - fingering - name-calling - bites - just smut tbh, be prepared - DomDean - spanking

Words Count: 2.5 k

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English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes.

You were walking down the hall of that shitty motel. Dean let you go in front of him with a smirk and a hand gesture, masquerading the fact that he simply wanted to stare at your ass with such a chivalrous act. You chuckled as you could feel his gaze on your body, your lower body to be precise. You knew he did that only to stare; you were wearing those tight jeans he always complimented. <<Your ass is asking to be slapped in those>> he said the first time you wore them.

<<Enjoying the view?>> you asked him while turning your head to see his face. You expected him to look away the moment he realized he had been caught red-handed, like he always did, but not this time. His gaze was fixed on your ass, he was staring at you while licking his lips. You were the one that looked away this time, blood rushed up your cheeks and between your thighs.

Dean and you always teased each other with innuendos and allusions, sometimes Sam would even yell <<get a room you two!">> with a pissed tone. Your chuckles always followed that frequent reproach. But that was all, nothing ever happened. This time... something was different, his innuendos were different. Sam wasn't with you guys because he was with Jack off to...somewhere? To be fair, you weren't listening to him while he was explaining it to you. Why? Because the moment the younger brother said <<you must go alone with Y/N this time>> Dean looked at you, pointed at your body, bit his lower lip, and mouthed the words: "you will be mine".

<<I'm gonna take off those jeans later, you know?>> he snapped you back to reality. <<Yeah, sure Dean>> you replied with a bratty tone while, as a matter of fact, your panties were soaked since the two of you entered the Impala and he started talking to you. Like, c'mon... the moment you got in the car that morning he welcomed you with a smirk and grabbed your inner thigh, moving his hands on it for too long, and then proceeded to whisper good morning in your ear and bite it. He went on like that all day. That was more than what he usually did, and it had been like that since 5 a.m., it was fucking 11 p.m. now. Your body was flustered and aroused; you could only think about that "you will be mine".

The two of you were now standing in front of the motel room, Dean was opening the door while looking into your eyes, <<l mean it, I'm gonna take those off. Maybe even rip them off>> he said with a hushed tone that sent a shiver down your spine. You swallowed your saliva the moment he unlocked the door and the two of you went inside the room. It was shitty, like usual, dirty, like usual, but there was a double bed and just that. <<What is that supposed to mean?>> You said with a hinted smirk while pointing at the bed and looking at Dean's green eyes.

<<Oh baby, you know exactly what it means>> he answered, threw your bags on the floor, and pushed you against the wall. He firmly held your wrists above your head, your lips millimeters away. You stared at each other for a couple of seconds and then he kissed you, a desperate, passionate, deep kiss that made you melt. A moan escaped your mouth... <<that's the first of many more>> he said while smirking. Dean quickly took his and your t-shirt off, kissed you again, and then reached for your neck. He bit it softly, leaving marks on your body. In the meantime, he reached for your bra and took it off, exposing your breast. He stopped kissing your neck and stared at your tits <<Fuck>>, he moaned, <<you're so beautiful Y/N>> he said whimpering. His hands grasped your breast and started folding it, caressing it and then his fingers began pinching your nipples <<Oh...Dean>> a moan of pleasure and his name escaped your mouth again. <<You need to let yourself go baby>> Dean said while looking at you. He pressed his body against yours and got closer to your ear, you could feel his bulge through the fabric of his jeans pressing against your waist. <<I love when you make such lewd noises>> he whispered in your ear and reached for your waist. Then he went down on his knees and pulled down your jeans, but they were tight, and your sweat was making that simple activity hard. He ripped them off, straight away, and exposed your panties. <<Dean, what the f- >> you tried to say since you were pretty much shocked about that, you liked those jeans, but you couldn't finish the sentence as he slid your wet panties off and slightly slapped your wet cunt <<Oh, look at you baby, were you this drenched since when? Since this morning when I rubbed your thighs or ...since this afternoon when I held your waist and smacked your ass?>> Dean interrupted you, still on his knees and looking up into your eyes. <<Come on, stop teasing. You've done it all day long already>> you answered with a flustered tone. <<mmmh>> he added, and started rubbing your clit <<Should I?... No, I don't think so baby>>. You started moaning loudly now, his thick and experienced fingers were rubbing, circumnavigating, pinching, and stroking your clit faster and faster. You started trembling on his hand <<Good girl>> he said and stood up again. He lifted you up and put your naked body on his right shoulder, you were basically hanging on him, your ass near his face. <<Mmmh, I like the view >> he said while staring at your asscheeks and proceeded to smack you hard, leaving his handprint on you. <<Fuuuck>> a moan and a squeal left your throat as you felt his big hand slapping you. You loved that, you adored that roughness, <<do it again>> you whispered, without thinking. Dean spread your asscheeks apart and then smacked your ass again with a big grin on his face <<That's my girl> he said while doing it. You were so fucking aroused by it and juices started dripping down your thighs. Dean laid you on the bed and started unbuttoning his jeans, his big bulge wasn't making it an easy task, his boxers got caught in the middle, so the moment he took his pants off he was completely naked. He got closer to you and whispered <<turn around for me babygirl>> and fuck, you did it without thinking twice <<Atta girl!>> he grinned and started moving his hands on your hips and on your butt, folding it, spreading it and looking at your dripping cunt and tight asshole.

<<Please Dean>> you moaned. Your hips couldn't stay still, your pussy was dripping wet, and your body was asking to be fucked. <<Don't be so greedy baby>> he said and shoved two digits inside you, immediately searching for your g-spot. The moment your walls tightened around his fingers he understood he found it and pushed another digit inside, he started to move faster and harder. <<Fuuuck>> you moaned and started twitching and moving your hips even faster, cumming on his hand <<Please Dean>>, you said and turned your head a bit to look at his face <<Fuck me, please>>. Dean smirked, looked at your red face, and bit his lips,<<Okay baby, only cause you're asking it so nicely, but...>> then got closer to your ear again, pressing his hard dick against your back<<But after I made you cum again I'm gonna shove my dick up your ass, is that okay babygirl?>> he said with a hushed tone that sent multiple shivers down your spine. <<You can put it wherever you want Dean>> you said while looking at him. <<Good girl>> he replied, pushing his thumb up your ass. It was painful at first but then Dean rubbed his dick against your pussy and pushed it in slowly, the pain was gone, and you were filled with pleasure. He lifted your butt a bit and started moving inside of you with his cock, in and out, slower at first and then always deeper, faster. He was moaning so loudly and holding your waist with one hand while fingering your ass with the other. <<You're so tight around my cock Y/N>> he said, while moaning your name. You were really tight because you couldn't stop twitching around him, you could feel your juices dripping and Dean's heavy breath was driving you crazy. You started moaning his name louder and he laid his sweaty body against yours, letting go of your waist and ass for a bit <<Oh fuck, I love it when you say my name like that Y/N, don't stop>> he said. You started screaming his name and his thrusts were faster and harder, reaching deep into your womb. He slid his hand on your hips and reached for your clit again, he started stroking it like mad and you couldn't help but to start shaking and trembling around his cock. <<You're doing so good for me Y/N>> he whispered in your ear and started kissing your back while fucking you. That was your last straw, you gripped the bedsheets and started shaking so much around his cock, you cummed and couldn't stop moving, every thrust was pure bliss. <<Such a nice view>> he grinned; you could feel his smirk on your back.

He started decreasing his pace and added <<you know what that means, right? I'm gonna fuck that pretty ass of yours now>> he spat on his fingers and pushed 2 of them inside your asshole. A moan of pleasure and pain left your body. He started stretching it and moving his fingers in and out while moving his hips, not letting you go. <<M-more>> you moaned and spread your asscheeks for him. <<Fuck Y/N, you're a dream>> he moaned and shoved another digit up your ass and spanked it. You yelled his name in pain but fuck... you really wanted him and just started moving your hips again. <<Look at you, so greedy for my big cock>> he said and pulled it out of your twitching cunt. He slammed and rubbed it in the middle of your asscheeks, and then pushed the tip inside your ass <<Tell me if I need to stop baby>> he said between one moan and another. He was so fucking big inside your tight ass but he gave you time to adjust around his width and after some seconds you told him << Put it in, slowly Dean>>, he did so, he slowly pushed his dick inside your ass and when all his length was in he moaned and said <<I wanted to do this for so fucking long Y/N, you have no idea>>. You were holding your breath as his dick was twitching inside of you, but those words made you melt and relaxed your body, that hint of pain was now completely gone and so you started moving your ass to let Dean know that you wanted him just as badly as he did <<Me too Dean>> you replied while moaning. As you started moving around his dick Dean lost it and started moving faster and deeper, he pressed his body against yours again and started folding your breast while fucking you hard. Your moans filled the room, you could feel Dean's cock growing bigger with each thrust and wanted that moment to last forever. Dean started pinching your nipples but one of his hands went down and started fingering your pussy again, you didn't expect that and the moment he found your g-spot again you started screaming, twitching, begging him to fuck you more while cumming on his hand <<Oh baby, you're so hot, and you're all mine>> he said whimpering. The orgasm made all your body tighten up and so did your ass, Dean lost it and filled your ass with his hot cum, driving the both of you crazy with pleasure.

Dean let go of your body and pulled out, your ass dripping with his hot cum <<Fuuck>> he said while looking at your butt <<you're so fucking beautiful Y/N, you don't realize what you do to me>>. You turned around and looked at his face, Dean was covering his flustered face with one hand. You smiled and he kissed you again, another deep and passionate kiss, then he laid down next to you.

Some seconds passed... <<That was so good>> Dean and you simultaneously said. You looked at each other and burst out laughing.

<<Why the fuck did you rip my jeans off Dean?>> you said with a joking tone <<The fuck am I gonna wear tomorrow? yours?!?>>. Dean looked at you silently and laughed again, rolled over, and said <<I didn't like how other men would stare at you, okay? ...And I got carried away>>. You giggled and hugged him, the fact that he was the little spoon was hilarious. <<I forgive you Dean>> you said, with a bratty tone that made him turn over your face. <<You naughty little brat. You really think you are the one in charge, uh?>> he said with a teasing look on his face and stared at your face <<well... maybe you are>> he added and kissed your forehead <<but the important thing is that you're mine>>.

You blushed and curled up in his body. <<I love you>> he quickly said, whispering in your ear. You opened your eyes and looked up at him and answered <<I love you too, Dean>>. You stayed there, lying in bed for a bit and then you went to quickly wash in the bathroom. When you got out Dean was waiting for you on the bed, his gaze locked on your body again <<Don't you dare wear something tonight>> he said in his husky voice. You chuckled and replied <<No Sir>>, ran towards the bed and quickly went under the blanket. Dean hugged you and the both of you fell asleep, he was sleeping on his stomach, facing you and holding you with one arm, never letting go. He looked so peaceful sleeping.

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Rays of light seeped through the window, and you rubbed your eyes open only to see that Dean was already awake, lying next to you. You smiled and he said <<Morning sweetheart>> with his morning voice and a smirk on his face. Oh, that hoarse voice was too much to handle ... you covered your embarrassed face with both of your hands and replied <<Good morning>>. Dean giggled and kissed your forehead.

You smiled and looked at the ceiling. <<Dean>> you said <<you must go buy me some pants>>.

Both of you burst out laughing and he replied <<Of course baby>>. That was the first of the many hunts you did without Sam .. or anyone else in general.

[scuttling]

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Fandom: Supernatural Pairings: Dean Winchester/Female Reader Word Count: 1,527 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected sex, Mentions of impending death Summary: It's the end of the world again; where better to find comfort than Dean Winchester's arms? A/N: Sometimes Dean's just too pretty to ignore.

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Staring out the window of the battered old motel, looking into the darkening sky, you try to count the number of life-or-death situations you’ve been in in the last year. You’ve been mortally wounded in battle, only to be healed by angelic figures that don’t quite live up to expectations; possessed by demons who are surprisingly more forthcoming than their winged counterparts; ripped to shreds by creatures with claws and fangs, things that are both as terrifying as the stories say and so much more complicated than most people know. 

A loud crack of thunder booms, lightning splits the sky, and a warm hand presses firmly against the middle of your back. None of those things make you jump, not anymore.

“So,” Dean begins, reaching out to hand you a tumbler of whiskey—the good stuff, a high-dollar, top-shelf single malt. “Last night on Earth.” 

You take the glass from him and peer into into it, through the rich brown liquid, before sipping the liquor, letting it burn smoothly, slowly; it seems like an oxymoron, but precisely what you need now, in the eleventh hour, when it feels like the world is about to fall to ashes at your feet. Again.

“That line work for you often?” you ask, half-teasing, and you down the rest of the alcohol. A shrug of his shoulders and a cocked half-smile tells you all you need to know. "Right, of course. Apocalyptic situation plus a rugged, handsome man who did his very best to prevent our impending doom... I imagine it isn't ever hard for you to get laid, but it's gotta be damn near impossible to be turned down under conditions like these." 

He empties his own glass with a smack of his lips, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside you, and smiles gently. It’s different from his usual grin, because it changes the look of his eyes, touching only the corners and making it appear as though it would physically hurt him to keep it up much longer.

He’s not being a creep, hitting on you when you’re vulnerable—you know because you know him, have been traveling the road off and on with him and Sam and occasionally Cas for over a year now. This is about desperation, a vain attempt to cling to something as your doomsday clock ticks down to zero, to connect with another person one more time before you reach the proverbial end of the road.

"You tell me,” he finally says, voice as rough and broken as you’d expect. You look away from his face abruptly, this open, emotional version of the man you’ve been kicking ass and trading sarcastic quips with making your stomach turn. He’s a good guy, no doubt about that, and he doesn’t deserve the life he’s been saddled with, or all the pain and misery that comes with it. He lived for his family, Sam, and now they are apart—no more angel teleportation, no more gas stations, no more cell service—and the end is so near you can see it in the darkening swirl of his green eyes, the tightness of his jaw.  

Apparently the booze hasn’t slowed down your motor functions any, because you’re turning to press a hand to his chest before the thought has fully formed in your mind. 

"I'd be honored, Dean Winchester," you breathe, pushing a hand softly through his hair; he inhales, lips parted and eyes flicking curiously over your face, before leaning down for a careful, gentle kiss. 

Both of his arms wrap around you, embracing you warmly, and you slip your tongue into his mouth, giving yourself over to his strong arms and stubble without a second thought. It isn’t exactly a hardship, sleeping with the brave, honorable, beautiful hunter, and if it makes him feel even a fraction better about the whole dying bloody thing, how can you refuse? 

"Thank you." It’s a sandpaper whisper pressed lightly against your lips, and one of his hands moves to cradle your head as the kiss deepens. He tastes bittersweet, a blend of mint and whiskey, and is far more tender than you would have imagined, taking soft sips of your bottom lip between toe-curling, passionate kisses. You push the light-colored flannel off of his shoulders, pleased with the muted groan he expels against your neck, and wrap your arms around his back like you can’t get close enough, can’t get enough of him. 

He lifts you easily, of course, like you’re as weightless as you’re starting to feel, brings you to the bed and covers your body with his, hands ghosting over your throat and your face, down your arms, over your chest, your sides. The kisses grow rougher, needier, deeper on both your parts, and when you pull the soft, worn t-shirt over his head you press your fingertips into his skin, drag him closer, body begging for more. 

“Dean… yes,” you sigh as he nips at your neck, your earlobe, his teeth sharp but careful. You move your hands over his stomach, his chest, the back of his head, pulling him to your mouth for more slow, wet kisses like you’ll find the solution to all of your problems inside him—or maybe that you want him to find it inside you. It’s a heady, dizzy feeling, and he feels it too, moaning into the kiss when you shift up to your knees, pulling your own t-shirt over your head. 

“I need you,” he rasps, looking over your body, with all of its scars and bruises, like it’s a map of all the places you’ve been together. You unhook your bra, let it fall away, and then unbuckle his belt, help him strip down before removing the rest of your clothes too. 

You feel a flush of heat when you’re both bare, not nervousness or shyness, but something you don’t have a name for, not yet; you probably never will, now so close to the end, so you just bask in the feeling that he’s all yours, that in your last moments you will be as connected as two people can be. That even if you die in vain, you won’t be dying alone. 

You’d ask about protection right about now, but don’t see the point, considering the circumstances; instead, you climb into his lap and weave your fingers into his hair, kiss him so thoroughly he has to know you’re doing this because you want to and not just because he’d asked. Your nails graze over his shoulders, into his hair, murmur his name, and his soft lips become hard and unyielding as he kisses you breathless, like he wants it to mean something.

He lays you back against the bed, still made up from the day, and you let him, pulling your knees up so he can settle in close to you, so you can feel his body tense beneath your hands and he presses into you, fills you completely. “Fuck,” he grinds out, and his mouth finds yours again, his kisses softer, sweeter as he starts to move. 

For the first time, you’re glad it’s pretty much just the two of you left in this desolate town; neither of you are quiet as you fuck, gasping and moaning and whining puffs of breath into the air between you. The sounds of your sex echo in the room—the groan of the bed frame, the sticky wetness soaking your thighs, Dean’s mouth as it runs about your beauty and your pussy and how heavenly you feel. 

The room is so hot, your skin slick with sweat, his too, and he takes your hands in his and presses them up over your head, against the bed, holding you down with the force of his body as you both chase the feeling that you’re close to something big.

“Oh god, more, Dean, please,” you plead, hitching your legs up higher, tightening them around him as he thrusts quicker, deep and smooth. “You’re so good, so good, Dean.” 

“You have to come for me. You have–” He lifts one of his hands away from your pinned wrists and strokes your cheek with it, brushing his thumb over your lips. His eyes are lighter now, honeyed, but still flooded with emotion as he combines tenderness with roughness and brings you so close to climax you can feel it pulsing beneath your skin. “You’re glowing,” he chokes out before his orgasm rips through him, strong enough to make him shake above you, and he leans in for a kiss that turns into your own climax, something powerful that makes you ache down to your bones. 

You whimper against his shoulder as he slows, and he releases your arms, pulls them around him so you embrace as you pant through it together. You feel both completely spent and filled with buzzing energy, and when he looks down at you his expression is… awed. There’s no way to mistake that face for anything else. 

“Holy shit. I think that worked,” he says, almost astonished, and then his phone vibrates on the bedside table and you turn simultaneously to look over at the glowing screen.

Sam.

A/N: Didn't mean for this fic to mean anything or to lead to anything more, but it kind of did, so who knows?

[apocalypseornaw]

You Belong Here

Part 2 to Where do I Belong?

There was one thing Dean had always admired about you during the early years of knowing each other. You had the ability to completely fall off the map if you felt the urge. At a time only Bobby would be able to find you but now years later with more practice under your belt? Finding a trace of you was damn near impossible.

Set between Lily Sunders Has Some Regrets & Regarding Dean

Mary was gone. She'd said she needed to "Figure out her life" Dean knew the real reason she'd left, so did Sam. Dean couldn't look at his own mother without anger spilling into his gut. You left because of her.

The fight the two had was bad enough that Sam came to the shocking realization that Dean didn't have John's temper, his was more along the line of Mary's.

"I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did Dean! I know you care about Y/N. It's just I'd drank a little, I've heard enough bits and pieces to know something happened between her and Sam then the two of you get hurt on a hunt?" Dean's jaw clenched tightly at her words as he pushed off from where he'd been leaning against the wall "Three of us"

"What?" Mary asked before Dean continued "The three of us got hurt. Yeah my ribs were broke, Sam got slashed but you didn't notice she was limping? Her hip got slammed out of place taking a blow meant for me, her entire upper back was damn near ribbons helping Sam to his feet. You don't know her, you don't know what she's endured to be at my side. I could search every damn world there is and not find another woman like her. She's been in the life since she was eight, she's been in OUR lives since she was twelve"

"So you're telling me it doesn't ever bother you that she slept with your brother?" Mary pushed and it was then Sam moved to be between her and Dean.

The calmness in Dean's voice as he spoke worried Sam more than anger. He was doing what he always did, shutting down emotions in favor of not facing them. "I died in her arms. She loves me and I died in her arms. The next time she sees me alive, I'm a demon fucking some waitress in a video. Yeah she turned to Sam for comfort, someone she'd known most of her life and was safe with. The only thing that bothers me was the woman I love was put into that position where she was in so much pain. I'm sick of her feeling guilt for it and I'm so sick of other sons of a bitches making her feel guilt for it. I know where I stand with her. Sam knows where he stands with her.She's fought for us, she's died for us. No one has ever been at our side like she has. I don't give a damn if you're my mother, you won't stand here and try to undermine Sam's friendship with her or my relationship with her"

Mary had left long not after that. Dean found himself wishing he could care but John had fed them stories of their mother, tainted memories of a marriage and a woman that was far from perfect. He loved her, yeah of course he did but you weren't at his side because of her.

If he could just talk to you, get face to face he knew he could get you home. One of the many reasons he loved you was that stubborn streak you had. The stubborn streak that made you show up to fight Lucifer, that gave you the sheer will more than once to push yourself to your feet and continue a fight. Now that stubborn streak was working against him. You'd set it in that beautiful head of yours that he was better off without you. Now was his turn to chase you down and make you see beyond any sort of self doubt you had.

If only he could find you. He was losing his damn mind, memories flashing of the last time you'd went radio silent. Amara had driven you out of his arms then, making you doubt the love between the two of you. She'd driven you away from the bunker and from the safety in numbers. He'd nearly lost you.

When Sam and Donatello found you and Lucifer...it'd taken Chuck nearly an hour to coax you into letting him heal you. You'd been more broken than he could remember. For days you'd flinched at the sound of his voice, the sound of Sam's. Rowena had finally broken through to you. He couldn't lose you. He closed his eyes letting the worse scenarios over power him. How was he supposed to face the never ending fight that was the life of a hunter without you?

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If he thought about it the biggest moments of his and Sam's lives you were there for most of them. You and Sam got your license around the same time, you'd gotten your ged a month after Sam graduated. The years Sam had gone to Stanford Dean had looked forward to bumping into you on the road because you were one of the very few he'd always considered a friend.

The line between friend and more had faded gradually. Now? He knew you made him a better man, he could see a future for himself. Some sort of light at the end of the tunnel.

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"Dean!" Sam's voice cut through the thick silence of the bunker. Dean was on his feet without a word, meeting his brother in the library. "What is it Sammy?"

Sam smiled as he held up his phone "I think I found her but we gotta move fast before she goes off grid again"

"Asshole" you grunted, rolling the last of the ghouls onto the pyre. Why had it been your luck to find a damn herd of them? The most you'd ever seen together was two. Reminded you of the creature features you'd seen way back when Eve had cracked the world open and popped out.

You touched the cut on your cheek and a hiss of pain escaped you. They'd put up one helluva fight, the damn flamethrower you hadn't realized Dean had left in your jeep until two weeks after you'd left had come in handy. A sad smile slipped onto your face at the thought that even with not being at his side Dean was still protecting you as best as he could.

There was a first aid kit back in the cabin you were staying in. You could patch yourself up after you cleaned up the scene.

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After the flames died down to just a few embers you cooled them with the jug of water you carried in your backseat then scooped the ashes into a shallow hole.

There wasn't nothing else to do but go back to the cabin, get cleaned up and make an attempt at sleep. Even though your sleep patterns were once again as bad as they were in your late teens/early twenties.

You missed Dean, you missed the bunker. You missed your life. With a sigh you flopped down into your jeep turning the ignition and letting the engine roar to life.

The moment you pulled to a stop in front of the cabin you knew something was off. There was fresh tire tracks but no car.

You checked the knife in your waistband along with the gun at your lower back before climbing out of the jeep. Whoever or whatever it was better be up to a fight. You didn't feel like any bullshit.

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The moment you stepped across the threshold into the cabin a hand grabbed your arm. You quickly slid under it, sending a kick to your would be assailants knee but when you grabbed the arm to twist it behind them their voice hit your ear "Y/N...it's me!"

"Sam?" You asked in shock, reaching for the lightswitch. He grinned slowly getting to his feet "Shouldn't have spooked you" you shrugged one shoulder "Ya think? Wait what are you doing here? Shit where's Dean? Is he ok?" Fear gripped your heart in that moment until Sam grabbed your shoulder "Breathe! He's ok" he spotted your cheek and asked "are you?"

"Why are you here?" You pushed ignoring his concern but before he could open his mouth to answer a familiar rumble of an engine hit your ears "Just talk to him. He's confused as to why you left without talking to him. He's hurting. He needs you" you took a deep breath before nodding. You owed Dean an explanation. Sam half smiled "I'll make coffee. Whenever you two are through I'll be in here"

Dean didn't know if he should walk up on the porch or wait for you to come out. By now you'd probably damn near kicked Sam's ass if he spooked you.

While he was still considering a course of action the door opened and you stepped out, shutting it behind you.

"Y/N" the moment he spoke your name he saw the change in your demeanor. When you first stepped out your shoulders were set, eyes level with your surroundings but the moment he spoke he saw your shoulders sag slightly as if you'd let yourself relax simply hearing him.

You walked down the doorsteps and no words were spoken before he opened his arms and you crashed into them, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. "I never meant to hurt you in anything Dean"

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You felt like you could breathe for the first time in weeks. Being in Dean's arms was home to you. "I'm sorry" you whispered against his chest. He kissed the top of your head and you felt him take a breath that wavered just slightly "You left me, again. How did you think that wouldn't hurt?"

You leaned back to look up at him and felt your heart clench at seeing tears in the corner of his eyes "Dean.." you tried but he spotted the cut across your cheek "You're hurt"

"Ghouls" you replied trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating. He reached for your hand "C'mon I'll patch you up" you let him lead you to the impala. He opened the backseat so you sat down while he grabbed the first aid kit out of the trunk.

You were silent as Dean worked, gently cleaning your cuts. "How many?" You could hear the anger mingled with fear in his voice. He hated when you hunted alone. "Five"

"God damn sweetheart" he mumbled just barely audible. Five. You'd taken on five Ghouls solo. What if something had gone wrong? He never would've known. He took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his hands steady. He was crouched in front of you just outside the door.

He motioned towards your shirt "Can I check you for any other damage?" You nodded your consent with a small smile "You don't have to ask permission to touch me Dean"

He bit back the words that wanted to tumble out. You'd left him alone. He'd gone to sleep curled up to you, a hand touching your stomach as he dozed off. Only to wake to an empty bed and a letter.

He lifted your shirt and let just his fingertips trail across the angry purple marks already forming on your skin. They'd tried to get at your spleen, that was apparent from the bruising over it. He touched across your ribs a bit firmer than everywhere else "Any pain beyond bruising?" You shook your head.

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You knew Dean better than yourself in some ways. You knew what was going through his head as he pulled your shirt up further, examining every inch of skin he could get access to. He was thinking in what ifs. He was probably imagining you dead, him not knowing.

When he asked you to lean up so he could look at your back you did as he asked, watching his face considering he'd pulled you into the position of basically laying on his shoulder "Dean, I'm ok I promise" "You'd be even better if we'd been with you. I don't know why you left, I don't know why you didn't believe in me...believe in us...I don't know why..." you cut him off by pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard "That's not fair darling and you know it"

"Dean I love you" you knew that wouldn't help his feelings but it was the best you had. He turned to look at you,the close proximity driving the breathe out of you "I know that. I know you love me. That's what makes it worse. I've apparently been such a shit boyfriend that I haven't driven it into that beautiful head of yours just how much you mean to me"

"Dean you're not a shit boyfriend" you spoke and he scoffed "No. I've been needing to say this for weeks. I've been searching damn near constantly, barely sleeping. I'm gonna say this then you can say whatever you need to and we'll go from there" you nodded so he pulled your shirt back down into place and leaned you up so he could take both of your hands in one of his.

"You've been a constant in my life. You gave Sam a best friend as a kid that didn't get many chances to have any friends. You were there when Sam went to Stanford and I had no line of communication with him but you. When dad went missing you wasted no time offering to help us in any way. The only time I've seen you even come close to giving up was when we all three were contemplating it on that Croatoan case. You have kept going through so much shit that would've put a lesser person in the dirt. You're strong as hell, you're brave as hell. I've seen you stand toe to toe with Lucifer and not blink an eye at the father of murder. When you left, that note said you weren't sure where you belonged right?"

You nodded slowly so he reached for your hips, damn near pulling you into his lap "You belong here, in my arms. What happened with Sam? I am years past that. I know had the cards not fell like they had nothing like that would've ever happened. You two are best friends, I'd never try to take that from either of you because you two are more important than anything in the world to me. I get why you left with Amara and I get why you felt the need to leave now but unless you one day decide you don't love me anymore promise me here and now you'll trust me enough to talk to me if you're feeling lost"

You could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I could never stop loving you Dean. This is it for me" he smiled, leaning forward to catch your lips in a lingering kiss. When he pulled away he cupped your cheek with his hand, his thumb gently touching the cut "Then trust that I love you. And as far as you hurting my self preservation skills? They're better because of you, I pay more attention on hunts and take less chances because the thought of not coming home to you? I can't imagine it. I'm a better man and hunter for knowing you and loving you so please just come home. Whatever comes next we can handle it. We've made it through worse and we're still standing. We can make it through anything that gets thrown our way,just please come home"

"I've missed you" you finally managed to get out and the smile he gave you was enough to make your knees weak "I'm yours sweetheart. I always will be" you pulled him into a kiss taking just enough time to whisper against his lips "I'm not too hurt for this" he smiled against your lips at you seemingly reading his mind "Where's Sam?" "Inside until we get him"

He pulled away from the kiss then looked back towards the cabin "In that case scoot over so I can climb in and shut this door"

@globetrotter28 @deans-spinster-witch

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e14 the executioner's song (w. robert berens)

cain with the luxurious locks. i don't remember his hair in the previous episode but i think i'd recall if it looked like this

many thoughts. a) no judgement, dean-o, some of us have weird hobbies b) this view being so well lit gives me an idea of the leg room sam's working with (not terrible) c) i again laugh at the logistics of fic getting these large men to fuck fully contained inside this car. it's a big car but d) sam manspreading across the middle (as ever i wonder about their placement just being a logistical thing with the shot) e) i know about the true crime thing via fic lol unlike the current plot points

DEAN So what are we thinking? Some sort of a mass-murdering magician? SAM Yeah, Or a teleporting demon or a who knows what that can walk through Supermax walls. Could be in our wheelhouse. DEAN Yeah, your wheelhouse. "Hobby."

made me laugh. very cute

somebody get this guy a pantene contract

LOL cain's just going on the killingest of killing sprees i guess because why not. dean and sam are descendents of cain? i can't keep that dumb story straight. vessels and something something bloodline of cain and abel, did he need it for the mark? blergh

wtf is this music dear lord. it's like some of their regular light intrigue/tension music but mashed some... i don't know, over it. horns to evoke.... something. not a fan.

SAM Dean, wielding the Blade against Cain himself... Win or lose, you may never come back from that fight. DEAN I know.

literal sigh. And here I go again on my own / Going down the only road I've ever known. i don't know why this feels like the millionth retread of this. supernatural is a flat circle

DEAN Because you have as much reason to want Cain off the board as anyone. Cain has a kill list, and you're on it. What do you say, Crowley? You in?

LOL okay. everyone is trying to play crowley

ROWENA You honestly believe that they're your friends, that they care about you?!

he doesn't though, does he?

SAM So... If this works and we capture Cain, then what? DEAN We'll cross that bridge when we c... If we come to it. You know last week, when I said that I would go down swinging when the time came? I meant that I was at peace with that. I just didn't realize the time would come so soon, you know, like right now. I'm scared, Sam.

so, dean got me. and maybe it's because i have trauma around it but bringing up the whole i'm ready to die thing again, i'm already feeling that little flare of panic.. but to top it off admitting it's too soon and he's scared. that smashes a lot of painful buttons. and sam didn't even have the space/time to react, we're already on to the next scene and somehow sam doesn't have cptsd triggered by this kind of talking :p not like dean didn't already have a looming death he wasn't ready for and was too soon or anything. and have it happen. and be gone for months that was presumably actually forever. SIGH. at least give him a hug, sam, jesus.

so this cain / crowley / sam thing is fun. letting crowley do something new.

cute how he sidles up right next to sam. protect me, moose. starting to see how crowley/sam is a thing

DEAN I'd be too worried about what he could do to you… Or what I could. Plus, I need you three out here to take out whatever comes out of there. And I'm serious. I mean whatever comes out.

i know nothing of how this goes down. but can imagine it's killing sam to have to stay out of it

dean getting beaten up by cain, okay. cain pushing the sam button, i'm here for it, i'm feeling the feelings (despite the music). aaand dean slices his hand off to get out of the jam he's in. and there's some very bad vfx having it twitch a little on the side. whatever emotions they had set up, that surely wiped them away with a laugh

(god WTF is up with the music in this episode it's weirder than usual. now that dean has the blade back it's like.. harpsichord? something plucky)

CROWLEY You lied to me. DEAN It's not the first time today. Cain's list ... you weren't on it.

again, surely crowley can't be that surprised?

SAM Hey, hey, hey. You did it. Dean, you did it.

did he though? that was a very offscreen death. also the collapsing into sam's arms is reminiscent of sam after stopping the trials collapsing into dean

SAM Dean's in trouble.

all right. seems like dean's lying about something, but what, who knows. hiding something cain related, or health related, or almost-a-demon anger ball, or what. is this gonna be a thing the rest of the season? that's a lot of episodes.

random observation, when i put in the episode number in the tags, you know what's most likely to be listed and say most popular or whatever? episodes castiel is in :p shocker, eh

[bennylafittelove]

From @promptsforthestrugglingauthor, Writing Prompt #2645 He'd promised to take care of me. He said once I'd finished the work, that it would be just the two of us, and we could enjoy our time together.

But instead he abandoned me.

Broken promises

Benny quickly looked both ways before darting across the street to the alleyway. His shift at the diner had run late and now he was making his way home in the dark.

Not that it mattered.

Making it to his small cabin in the woods on the outskirts of town, Benny immediately kicked off his shoes and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Just as he was about to twist it open a scent caught his attention and he sighed heavily.

“What do you want?” he asked bitterly without turning.

“What? No hello for an old friend?” a man’s voice behind him asked, straining for humor and falling short.

“Last I checked we ain’t friends, chief. Or am I suddenly not on your hit list anymore?”

Benny finally turned to see Sam standing there, unarmed and looking a little lost. And awkward as hell. Benny snorted and reached back into the fridge and offered Sam a beer, the younger man accepting.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure of this breaking and entering? Finally going to try to kill me?” Benny asked before taking a swig.

“Benny, it’s Dean. I can’t find him anywhere and he’s been off the radar too long. I could use your help finding him.” Sam said hesitantly as he swirled his beer.

Benny snorted and rolled his eyes, pushing passed Sam and making his way to his lazyboy in the living room. Sam followed slowly and stood nearby, waiting for an answer.

“You think I know where he is? After all this time? After all he put me through?!” Benny snapped.

Sam flinched but didn’t say anything, just looked anywhere but at Benny. Benny scoffed and took another swig of his beer.

“Ever since that night I’ve been trying to put things behind me. Trying to forget what happened. Trying to forget you Winchesters. But looks like I can’t get a moments peace.”

“Benny please. He’s my brother. You cared about him once,” Sam pleaded.

“Yeah, once. He made a promise, Sam. And we both know Dean Winchester don’t break his promises. At least not until now,” Benny threw back.

“Please. I’m begging here,” Sam sounded so lost it tugged at Benny’s heart, but he couldn’t go through that again, couldn’t be hurt again.

“He’d promised to take care of me, Sam. He said once I’d finished the work I had cleaning out my old nest, that it would just be the two of us, and we could enjoy our time together.” Benny took a shaky breath before looking up at Sam with wet eyes. “But instead he abandoned me.”

“Benny, I know he’d never do anything intentional to hurt you. Something must’ve come up or stopped him. I know Dean, he’d never turn his back on a friend. Especially one he loves.” Sam tried to comfort Benny but his words did little to help.

“Go on, Sam. There’s nothing for you here. I don’t want to see you or Dean ever again, y’hear? Just leave and don’t come back,” Benny said sadly as he stood and turned away from Sam, fighting back his tears.

There was a moments silence before Sam nodded and slowly made his way to the door. He paused before leaving and looked back, trying to think of something to say, but couldn’t find the words.

“Take care, Benny,” he finally said and slowly closed the door behind him.

“You too, Sam. You too,” Benny whispered.

He stood there for awhile, trembling before he couldn’t fight the tears any longer. With a snarl of frustration he hurled the bottle of beer against the wall as hard as he could, watching it shatter. Tears fell freely now as he collapsed to his knees and held his face in his hands.

Benny had been alone, for so long. He finally had felt like he belonged, that someone finally wanted him, only to have that someone take his heart and shred it before his eyes. He was alone again.

It was better this way.

[wickedw3asleys]

MINEFIELDS - Pt. 3

George x reader

-> Part 1 , Part 2...

WARNINGS: emotional scenes, mentions of depresion, ptsd... george and y/n had had a hard time basically

AN: sorry for posting these so quickly, for once i had them written in advance and i want to post a part every day :) aLSO VERY SORRY ABOUT DEAN HE'S AN ANGEL AND I LOVE HIM I PROMISE TO DO HIM BETTER IN THE FUTURE :(

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You woke up too a silent house, the moonlight shyly entering your window and resting on your face. You were feeling a little better now, more rested and ready to enter your new journey at the Burrow.

You were feeling peaceful, feeling the sheets in between your fingers and listening to the old house creaking and breathing in the wind that was calmly brushing it's walls; but your peace was quickly interrupted by the thought of George. He had told you that he wanted to talk to you, and now seemed like the moment to do so.

Looking at the clock on the wall in front of you, you were afraid of the current time of night, but as a fortunate surprise, it was only 2 a.m., meaning that George would probably be still awake, or at least, not deeply sleeping.

You got up from the bed, instantly feeling the cold floor under your feet; put a sweater and made your way to the door.

No one was awake anymore, not one light was peeking from under the doors, not even from the living room, so you thought George would still be in his room.

You shyly knocked, not too hard, afraid of Angelina waking up fuming rage, but hoping it would still be loud enough for George to hear it. You waited outside his door for a while and you actually were actually ready to go back to your room and let him sleep when he quietly opened the door.

"Sshh...", he put his finger on his lips. You looked over his shoulder and saw Angelina's back on the bed.

"Okay...", you smiled.

George closed his door and smiled at you, "Let's go then..."

You followed him downstairs, where the fireplace automatically lit up the moment you stepped in the living room.

"This has always amazed me...", you chuckle.

George continued smiling; he warmly took your hand and you both sat on the couch.

For a while you kept looking at the fireplace, still feeling George's gaze on you.

"It's rude to stare...", you tell him without looking at him.

He softly chuckles, shaking his head, "Sorry... I'm still processing the fact that you're here"

"Me too, actually..."

You felt his body relax next to you, his back now on the back of the sofa.

"I don't really know how to start this conversation...", you admit, looking at him.

"Me neither... I want this to be calm and with no rush... Like we used to talk..."

"These were the best talks...", you smile at the thought.

"Okay, sorry for being so direct and shitting on the "no rush" part, but... why did you leave, Y/N?", he asks after a few seconds.

"Going right in, I see...", you chuckle, "After everything, I thought it would be better for me to disappear from everyone's life... I thought it would be better for your family, for me... And for you... I thought it would help us heal quicker..."

"No offense, but... That's bullshit...", George chuckles, making you laugh too.

"Fuck you! Everything I did was to protect and help you!", you pushed his arm.

"Ouch! No need to get aggressive on that one!", he laughs, "But really... Why did you leave?"

Your smile slowly faded away, not totally sure how to say it. "I wasn't sure if I would have been able to look at you ever again...", your voice breaks.

As sad and selfish it sounded, it was the truth. It is terrible and literally the worst thing someone could ever say but you couldn't lie to him, not anymore, not like that.

"I felt the same for so long...", George answers, "And because I know and understand that feeling, I can't be mad at you for that..."

"George..."

"It's true... I mean, it's normal... I don't have any bad feelings towards you for that... It's just-

"I don't know how to justify or explain myself... I truly don't, but I promise, George, that it is not like that anymore... I see you, my friend, my Georgie. I was just afraid... I don't know how to explain all of that...", you started to feel you throat getting sore and dry, not knowing how to continue, "I-I... I was afraid to see him in you, and not being able to see you anymore... Does that make sense...?"

"It does... I get it... Promise...", he warmly smiles, "I was feeling exactly like that at first... I was afraid to forget about me and only seeing... Fred... And the first time I looked through a mirror I... I couldn't do it...", George lowered his head.

"Y/N... You loved him, right?", he asks after a few seconds of silence.

You nodded as you felt your eyes fill with tears again, "I'm sorry, George... I should have told you..."

He gently took your hand in his, locking his eyes with yours again, "I knew... Don't worry about that...", he softly smiled, "I've always thought you two would have ended up together, y'know?"

You let out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding. For all these years spent with the twins, you have found yourself wondering the same thing too, and hoping for it to be true. You truly loved Fred. More than a friend. Always.

"But it's okay now...", you smile between tears, "He was still my best friend after all, just like you... I forgot about these feelings... I just miss him as him, as my best friend..."

George sighed, but never let your hand go, "Me too..."

"I didn't want to leave you, George... I want you to know that... What I did was stupid and impulsive... But I never wanted to do it..."

"I know, darling... I know...", he smiled at you, "But I needed you..."

"I know, I'm sorry...", you felt your eyes burn with tears, "I swear leaving was the biggest mistake in my life..."

"Like I said, you're here now... That's all that matters...", he says, tightening his grip on your hand.

"And what about you? You and Angelina, huh?", you tried to calm the situation.

"Uhm... Yeah...", he smiled, "It's... a long story..."

"That's why we're here, right?"

He chuckled again, "Well... I've had a... pretty bad time after... Fred's death...", his voice broke, "And I needed someone to be there for me... And she was there... She was writing to me almost every day, asking about me and how I was holding on... And when I told her that every day got worse and worse, that I wasn't even able to look at myself in the mirror... She came here... And she never left..."

"She helped you get better...", you say, faking a smile.

"Sort of... And one thing led to another and well... We've been dating for 3 years now..."

"I'm happy for you"

"No, you're not...", George laughs, making your

mouth open in fake annoyance.

"W-what do you mean? Of course I am! You're my best friend! I'm happy you had someone like her during these difficult times..."

"You're happy I wasn't alone... You're not happy for that person to he her...", he winked at you. He definitely knew you too well. It was true, you would have hoped George to have anybody else by his side but her.

"She wasn't very nice to me in school... I've always thought she hates me or something...", you awkwardly rubbed your forehead.

"Oh she does, she definitely does..."

"George!", you laugh loudly.

"What? You stole us from her since day one!", he laughed with you, "First Fred, then me... You were always first..."

"It's that true...?", you ask, looking at him in the eyes.

"Of course...", you could see him gain nervousness as he started looking at the fireplace, "It was always you... For everything... For Fred and for me..."

"W-what do you-

"Don't ask, you know what it means...", he looked down, as if he was ashamed of his answer.

You were completely in shock by his confession, paralyzed; not knowing what do say or even how to form words.

"Come on... You're going to tell me that you didn't know?"

"I-I... No... I didn't know...", you put your hand on your mouth, not believing anything, "You mean... You and Fred?"

He didn't say anything, he just smiled and nodded.

"Oh..."

"Sorry, Y/N..."

"It's o-okay... I just... I don't know...", you felt your heart beat quicker and quicker every second.

George chuckled and pulled you into a hug,

"Don't say anything, you don't have to if you don't want to... It's alright", he whispered to you.

It's not that you didn't want to say anything, you actually had a lot to say, but you didn't know how, and words refused to leave your mouth, fearing to say something bad when you didn't mean it. So you just stayed there, in his arms, breathing in his cologne and enjoying the warm feeling of his body against yours.

"And about you... How's it going with Dean?", he asks, breaking the silence.

"You know about Dean?", you were surprised by the question, you'd never thought he would know.

"Huh? How do you know I'm with him?"

"Hermione snitched last year...", he chuckles, "I'd never thought he was your type, though..."

"Come on, you just don't like him for breaking your sister's heart...", you smile.

"That's... not entirely false...", he says, making you laugh.

"I needed someone too... He was there when no one was..."

"Did he heal you?", George asks.

You take a moment to think about your answer. Has Dean really helped you? Did you heal thanks to him? You really appreciate him, and cherished every moment he stayed with you when you couldn't sleep or eat. He helped you ease your mind and find a little peace in your life. He was there when no one was.

He fed you, held your hair up when your stomach couldn't handle the food, when you woke up hysterically crying at 4 a.m., when you totally dissociated from reality...

"I would like to say yes, because he was there, always... At any time of the day and night... But I know he couldn't give me what I needed... And I know he tried his best, he has spent the last 4 years taking care of me, basically... Without asking anything in return...", you sigh, "But deep down I know he's not what I needed..."

"And what do you need?"

"I don't know yet..."

Once again, you let the silence install between you and George, not really knowing what to say, just thinking about everything.

But quickly, your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of the family clock hitting 4 a.m.

"We should go back to our rooms...", George says, helping you stand up with him.

"Yeah... I'm sorry for keeping you up, you have to sleep too"

"Don't worry, it was my idea after all...", he smiles.

You exchanged a quick smile and glance before going up the stairs together through the darkness of the house.

"Good night, Y/N..."

"Night, Georgie...", you took his arm and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, petting his hair on the way.

"Thank you for coming back, I truly mean it..."

"Thank you for not hating me...", you smile. And with that, George smiles and go back to his room, quietly closing the door behind him. You copied his actions and got back to yours, thinking about the conversation you had with George. You knew that lots of things were still needed to be said and talked about, but you didn't have the heart to ask more of it. You didn't want to rush things or pressure George to talk about the past or his feelings, so you thought it would be a good idea to go slowly but surely; letting George take his time and talk to you whenever he feels like it. After all, as selfish as it would sound, you were there mostly for him. You were happy to see the others, especially Molly; but you knew George was the most affected by everything, and you wanted to stay with him.

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Rated: SFW

Author notes: fucking finally, I'd say. Sorry it took me so long to post it after I decided to revamp this series. Here goes my belated 300 special med student!Kuroo. Please note that this is written based on the med school model we have here, in wich we get the MD degree right away, without the pre-med division they have in USA.

PS: DAI¹ stands for diffuse axonal injury, a type of brain damage caused by violent shakes (acceleration/deceleration/shaken baby syndrome) of the head. No worries, banging your head against a hard surface isn't supposed to give you it. If you get confused by any medical terms, pls hmu!!

Warnings: me trying to be funny. Cursing (reader swears like a sailor here).

I – Lehninger principles of biochemistry

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Your head was throbbing. The professor's voice dragging through your ears made the discomfort you felt even bigger.

The first class of the day have barely started and you were already regretting leaving your bed.

You let out a shuddering breath while your fingers found their way to your temples. You massaged the area, trying to ease the headache.

"You look like shit" the voice came from your right. Shirabu gave you a sideways glance before going back to his notes. "Let me guess, your neighbor again?"

"Yeah, the bastard was up all the night. I still can hear his bed pounding into the wall and the girl trying to muffle her voice" You groaned.

"Ew. Gross" The blonde's face contorted in a grimace "Am I the only one weirded by the fact you never saw the guy?" He asked frowning.

"Hell, no. But I don't think I wanna meet him anytime soon." Your reply was earn; you wouldn't know how to react if you ever saw the said man. "Besides, the guy has this strange schedule. He leaves early in the morning and comes back late at night, it's kinda weird"

"Weird is the way you know him so well and never saw him before" You ignored your him and turned your attention back to the professor. Twenty minutes into the lecture, the door was open and a raven hair peaked from it, sitting on the desk available in the front row.

You mood automatically got worse just by the sight.

"You're staring" Shirabu's uninterested voice ringed in your ears again "Why don't you admit you have a thing for him already? It would make our lives a thousand times easier"

"I just dislike him. I can't stand that dumbass" You retorted grimacing while scribbling down in your notebook. God, you hated biochemistry.

"Yeah, keep repeating that and someday you'll believe it."

"Why you all keep saying it?" You winced at the high pitch of your whisper "The guy ain't special. He is an asshole, honestly"

"Deep down you only say it because he told you were 'just okay' in our first week of freshmen year" The male gave you a pointed look. "I know it's you just being petty, but it's pretty obvious you have a crush on him"

"Hell no, I'd rather have the whole Lehninger shoved down my throat" Your classmate scoffed by your side, resuming to his notes.

"By the looks Haruno-sensei is sending in our direction, it's going to happen anytime soon."

"For this term, you'll send me an essay about peptides with especial focus on physiologically active ones and their major role on human organism." The professor said, sending a stern glare though the class. "Pay attention to the next slide. It contains a table with the pairs I've assigned for this paper"

What the hecking heck?

Your mind went blank but you still heard Shirabu snickering by your peripheral. For such a stoic man, he was pretty out of character today. That little shit.

"Beware the addressed pairs won't be changed in any circumstances. Don't even bother to try" The woman said as she addressed the whole class a cold glare. Goddammit med school and its goddam professors. "You now can discuss this paper. Remember this essay is worth half the grade"

"Fuck" you cursed as your forehead banged onto the thick textbook.

"Whoa, be careful" The teasing voice made you painfully groan "We don't want this pretty brain of yours getting a DAI¹ before we start this paper"

"It's too early in the morning to deal with you, Kuroo" Your retorted came muffled as you pressed your face even flatter into the book. 

"It's too early in the morning for you be ranting about everything but you don't hear me complaining, kitten" He jabbed at you, laughing it off as mere teasing "Is it fine if we start the paper on this weekend? I gotta volley practice the whole week."

"Sure. Wanna meet up on the public library?" You asked gathering your things, as you turned to Shirabu and saw him cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Fine by me" The male scratched the back of his neck, giving you an awkward glance "Actually, I wanted to ask you phone number" You stiffened "Aw [Surname]-chan, C'mon! You know it's easier."

"But what for? You already have my institutional email"

"You're too formal for your own good, woman" He handed you his phone, nudging the device into your palms "Where do you think this strict act is going to take you?"

You rolled your eyes at him again.

"Actually, Kuroo-san" You made a pause, voicing the words with candour "I want chaos and world domination. But in order to do it, I need to overthrow the dean first" You said while punching the numbers onto the chapped screen of his phone. The ravenette snorted at your reply.

"Oh shit, you're so weird!" And he left out a hyena laugh.

"Way to impress a girl, huh" 

"Only the ones I'm trynna woo" The male smirked when he saw your dumbfounded face.

"Huh? Big words coming from a nerd" You brushed off his provocation. You knew he didn't mean it, but you couldn't prevent your heart to skip a beat.

"Oi, [Name]! What do you mean?"

Surprisingly, the week went smoothly. No Kuroo incidents nor professors bitching over the struggling students.

It was saturday and you were more than ready to spend a whole day inside the library with the ravenette.

Sarcasm? Check.

It wasn't like you hated him. If you were to be honest, it was the other way around — but you would never give Shirabu the taste of being right.

Kuroo just had a special way of getting under your skin. He knew what buttons to push and how to make feel flustered.

You were indeed whipped for him in your first year, but he was an asshole back then — It was kinda comprehensible though: being new to the infamous uni life, freshmen were always seeking acceptance from other people.

Kouhai trying to impress their senpai.

Jocks trying to make a number on the female population.

You trying to grab the attention of that hot guy from welcome ceremony — yes, the one who ended to be the bane of your campus existence.

Yada yada.

But when Kuroo turned you down — without you confessing first, you may add —, your pride was incredibly hurt. You then declared war. Best way to rile up a med student? Make your grades better than theirs.

But of fucking course Kuroo wasn't your regular med student. The competition only provoked meaningless banter — and it annoyed you even more because you couldn't get into his nerves the same way he did to you.

"Oi, [Surname]! You good there?"

"Yeah, yeah, get back to the damn peptides" You definitely despised biochemistry.

You rummaged through the books sprawled over the desk, searching for your Lehninger copy.

"Where the fuck that huge ass book went to?" You murmured, getting ready to go check on your backpack.

Glancing towards your classmate's direction, you spotted it under one of the textbooks he was using, but before you could reach for it, you felt hands gingerly wrapping around your chin, making your eyes lock into his stare.

"What are you doing?" You knew the warmth in your cheeks wasn't being provided by his body temperature.

"Conducting an experiment" He said as you melted under his attentive stare.

"Huh?"

"You know, they say exchanging looks causes an increase on Oxytocin synthesis in hypothalamus" The male smirked when a vein popped on your head, your brain recalled that science paper about the physiology on human and dog interactions. You wanted chaos and world domination — but in order to make it, you had to kill Kuroo first.

"Are you fucking calling me a dog?" You squinted at him, ready to fight. He laughed as your slapped his hands off of your face.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke. You know the hormone of love doesn't work this way." His hyena laugh made presence as the bibliothecary gave you two a dejected stare.

Just a joke, huh?

For a med student, Kuroo Tetsuro would make a shitty doctor if he didn't know how bad his smile was for your heart.

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ABC Fluffs.

Thank you to @krsnlove for requesting this. It’s been sat untouched in my drafts for a while, so I thought I’d finally get around to satisfying your needs!

I’ll make this ZigxLyla because she’s my most recent MC so I guess she’s still fresh in everyone’s mind. I'm gonna refer to events in Partner In Crime quite a lot so if you haven't read it and are confused, give it a read [HERE].

The L ove confession answer is a little segment taken from an NSFW chapter of PIC. I promise it's tame, I wanted to keep this clean, but consider this your warning. (I don't think it even counts but i just want to make sure no one gets upset at a slightly suggestive piece!) Apart from that, I think it's all cute and fluffy!

Also, I started writing this from Zig's perspective and it just kind of stuck.

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[MASTERLIST.]

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them? We literally spend every spare second of the day together! I guess things aren't too different to how they were before. As best friends (and roomies) we always used to be around each other the majority of the time anyway, and as we share the same friend group, hanging out with them has always been something we've done together. We're still the same excitable big kids that chase each other around the apartment half naked. But I have somehow managed to persuade Lyla to join me at this new dance class once a week. She's got two left feet and hates every second of it, but my girl drives a hard bargain. I'm stuck with all the jobs she hates doing taking the garbage out and she's demanding a full body massage as well. I know she loves to moan about it, but I'm sure deep down she's happy to be doing it with me. Maybe.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? Everything! Every single inch of her is perfect. From her fluffy bedhead hair first thing in the morning to the tiny little scar on her ankle left from when she had chicken pox as a kid. I think what has always drawn me to Lyla though is her sense of humour. We have this banter together that I've never really experienced with anyone else and it's kind of a huge turn on for me.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? I'm not exactly an extravagant person, and it's not like I have the money to do anything over the top. For me, it's all about the little things. I know Lyla well enough by now to determine what's going to cut it, and whatever it is, I'll do it. I'll run a hot bubble bath or make a last minute dash to the shop for chocolate/ice cream/wine. And making her favourite meal is always going to be a winner. But sometimes patience and understanding is all you need. If that means holding my girl for an hour whilst she smears make up all over my top and let's it all out, then that's what I'll do.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? In a slightly bigger apartment for starters! Don't get me wrong, we both love our little space, but I guess we both know one day in the future it's not going to be the most practical. Obviously both our mothers have already brought up the subject of grandchildren daily. I'm sure that will all come one day, but for now our dreams have only stretched to getting a pet together. Apparently Lyla is a hundred percent a cat person, but I'm hoping I can work some magic and persuade her that dogs are awesome too. I think that basically sums us up. We haven't planned out what we want to do with our lives or what career paths to take, but our biggest goal is to have a dog pet together!

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? I wouldn't say either of us are like overbearingly dominant or anything, but if I had to give you a name, i'd say Lyla just about has the edge over me. I'm not saying she walks all over me or that she wears the trousers or anything like that. But sometimes I'll just go along with something for an easy life.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? If you ignore the little disagreement about what pet we should get and all the shit that went down with Dean, we really don't ever fight. Don't get me wrong, Lyla is stubborn as hell! But I learnt a few things growing up with a house full of sisters, so I'm more likely to let things slide. The only thing I struggle with is when the green eyed monster comes out in Lyla.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? I know this is so cliche and people always say how lucky they are to call their other half their best friend, but I genuinely can say that. Everything is just so easy with us and Lyla knows me like the back of her hand. There's this other side to her that no one else ever gets to see and I love that it's reserved for me. Just doing simple things like walking around holding hands, showing my girl off to the world, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world that she feels the same way about me. Author's Note: We all know Lyla has every reason to be grateful for the absolute sweetheart that she's bagged herself, despite fucking him in a closet and then running away to her controlling fiance, then telling him to stay away. You sure you're grateful Zig?

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? I'm making a point now of not keeping anything from Lyla after that spectacularly backfired on me with the whole Cherry thing! Safe to say I've learnt my lesson! I want to protect her with every fiber or my being, but I know a relationship is nothing without honesty and trust.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems? I guess you'd have to ask Lyla about this one for her. I know things were a little crazy with Dick Dean, and I'd like to think I helped her as best I could through all of that during the aftermath. For me though, going through it all pushed me to realise just how much I need Lyla. I depend on her more than I ever thought possible. I was this empty shell of a man that didn't want to get out of bed when she left. I know, I know. It sounds a bit over the top, but it really is true what they say; You don't know what you have until it's gone. And I plan on holding on tight to my girl from now on, and never letting go.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it? I'm not gonna lie, it sucks when I catch a guy checking Lyla out. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna be a dick about it. Knowing I'm the one that gets to take her home to our apartment to sleep in our bed makes things a little easier too. I think she's completely oblivious to any male attention anyway. And as for Lyla, she does have a touch of the green eyed monster from time to time. It's difficult sometimes, especially knowing how strongly I feel for her, and I hope I do a good job of showing her that on a daily basis. But I know that's the kind of thing we have to talk about, instead of letting it blow out of proportion like last time.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? A reminder of how their first kiss went;

And then their lips collided in a frenzy, neither of them sure who made the first move, past the point of caring. Zig’s nose squished against hers repeatedly as their lips smacked together messily, Lyla’s kisses quickly intensifying, her tongue insistently pleading with his, desperate for permission to continue.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? Again, a reminder of how that went down;

“I can’t do this when you’ve been drinking. I can���t take advantage.”

“Take advantage? It makes no difference if i’ve had a drink or not. I’ll still love you when I wake up in the morning.”

Zig shook his head sadly, hating the stab of hope he felt inside at the words she’d just said. “And I’ll still love you. Partner in crime, right?”

Lyla pulled back, tearing herself away from his neck. She looked him straight in the eye, hers wide and serious as she spoke. “You’re not listening to me. I’m in love with you Zig. And I’ll be in love with you even when the bubbles are gone and the hangover wears off. I...”

He crushes his lips against hers, walking her backwards and pinning her against the wall, his hands tangling in her hair which had come loose at some point. He pressed his body firmly against her, letting Lyla feel the full affect she had on him. Her hand drifted downwards, fingers stroking his full length through his suit trousers. Zig groaned, before slamming his lips against hers once more, leaving her breathless.

“Tell me again.” He hissed, pressing sloppy kisses down her jawline.

"I’m in love with you Zig.”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like? It's not something we've talked about but there's no doubt in my mind, Lyla is the love of my life and there's nothing I want more than for her to become Mrs Ortega. One day though. There's no rush right now, despite what our Mum's might want from us. I want to do it right. After all that shit with that sham of a wedding to Dean, Lyla deserves to have the perfect day. I'm not saying i've thought much about how exactly I'd propose, but I do know it would be in the apartment. Regardless of if we still live there or not, that's where it's happening. Candles can make anything look beautiful right? As for the wedding, it can be whatever Lyla wants. We could get married in a castle, church, hotel, barn, even the middle of a mall if thats what makes her happy. As long as our friends and family are there and it's Lyla saying 'I Do', that's all I need.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? Damn Aaron and his catchy nicknames! Lyla has taken to calling me Ziggypop since I let slip how much I kinda actually hate it. And she's a fan of rolling out my full name from time to time. As for me, I guess I'm kind of boring. I stick to babe/baby. And let's not forget beautiful, because I love how that still makes her smile every time I say it.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? Well judging by how I reacted after our brief time apart, I'm a miserable prick without Lyla, so I'd say it was pretty obvious for others just how much I love her. I don't really know how to answer that one about what I'm like when I'm in love because it feels like I fell hard for Lyla the minute I laid eyes on her. I've spent years clutching on to those feelings, and hoping people didn't cotton on. We're both guilty of expressing those pent up feelings freely, now that we can.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching? We're definitely that couple that everyone hates. I love Lyla, and I don't care if we're in a room alone or surrounded by people. If I want to kiss my girl then nothing and no one will stop me. And it's not like Lyla holds back either!

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. I think I'm quite good at reading people, females in particular. Definitely a benefit from growing up in a house full of girls! Nothing really scares me or surprises me now with the opposite sex.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? What wouldn't I do to make Lyla happy? I've sat through every soppy chick flick known to man with Lyla and I know I'd do the lot. Kissing in the rain, the iconic lift in the water, some sexy pottery making...Seriously though, I know I might joke about it, but all I really want is to see my girl smile, and to be the one making her smile. Whatever she wants, it's done. I might not be full of amazing romantic gestures, but I'll still try my hardest all the same.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them? Lyla will rule the world one day I'm sure of it. I mean, if that's what she wants to do. She's been stressing out recently because she doesn't have her whole life figured out yet, but I'm doing my best to convince her she doesn't have to. She's amazingly smart, and she can pick things up quickly. Whatever she eventually decides on, I'll be there to support her the whole way. Lyla has this awful saying that apparently all of the cool kids say 'Live your best life' that she constantly says to wind me up. And annoyingly it seems to do the trick. I'm planning a few more dance classes just for starters, so she might end up regretting those words of encouragement.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? Spice up our relationship? That makes me cringe, I hope we never get to that point! Lyla is all about routine in everything. I've watched her do the same things day in, day out for the last three years. And now we're together I'm here to shake things up a little bit. I said shake, not spice! I'm not really making her try out new things forget about those dance classes. I just think life could still be fun if instead of getting up an hour early for work to eat breakfast and slap make up on, she spent that time in bed with me instead. She's too beautiful to hide behind make up, and obviously I wouldn't say no to an extra hour in bed with my girl.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? Pretty good. I know that Lyla's favourite coffee is a salted caramel machiato with a heart drizzle on top but she doesn't even know that herself. I know she bought a load of cakes in the first time she met my Mum because she wanted to make a good impression, and ended up telling her she'd baked them all herself. The lie still lives on, and Lyla has to fill the sink with dishes everytime Mum visits! And I know that she got her stubborn streak from her father, which explains a lot!

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? There is no comparison. Aside from my family, Lyla is the single most important thing to me. That question is like asking a fish how important water is to them, that's what she is for me. I don't just love her, I need her.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

"Babe, have you seen my jacket?"

Zig stopped in his tracks, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening in disbelief as he drank in the sight of Lyla.

The shiny black leather was a stark contrast against her pale skin, a touch of pink barely visible as it crept along the exposed flesh of her neck, her long hair twisted to one side.

She stood with her back to him, head cocked to the side as she peered at him from over one shoulder. Her teeth sank in to her full bottom lip in an attempt to suppress a giggle.

Zig swallowed hard as his eyes slowly lowered. Past her small shoulders, the excess material bunching up and hanging off of her. His tongue slowly traced around his lips as his gaze lowered further still, finding her hands bunching up a fistful of leather, the curve of her bare ass now visible. Her hips swayed seductively from side to side, her voice vibrating in her throat as she let out a low purr "This one?"

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? I think the problem with us has always been that we're too affectionate. Not that I'm complaining! When I hold Lyla it's like I've got the whole entire world just sat there in my arms and I never want to let go. The fact that I can hold her all night long and kiss her sweet lips until we need to come up for air is just an added bonus! So glad we're out of the friend zone!

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of? Something like spending close to every waking minute of the day for weeks on end trying to find a way out of an unwanted marriage for her? Or is that too specific? I would do anything and everything for Lyla. Nothing is too much for the woman I love.

[lovehelpmewrite]

The People Who Love You [1]

A/N: This is very angsty, there's a lot of abuse!triggers, rape!triggers and the like. I was really in the mood to angst so yeah. Please enjoy at your own risk, triggers and angst ahead. Also, I didn't originally intend for it but its going to be 2 parts because tumblr only allows 100 blocks I guess... I don't know the word count because I'm on mobile, and I'm hoping my keep reading works but sorry if it doesn't. Its un-beta-d, and unedited and un-spell-checked, so all mistakes are mine. Anyways, read on.

"Yeah? Seriously? That's insane. Yeah. Yeah of course! Yeah I'll let him know. Thanks Sam. Yeah, you too. See you in a bit." I hung up the phone feeling happier than i'd been in a long while. Sam had called, asking for help on a werewolf out in Nevada. When he'd asked if I was still with Tyler I assumed thats who he really wanted on the case but I was excited to see them either way.

I walked out into the living room, seeing Tyler on the couch with a beer in hand. Out of reflex I grabbed another and set it next to his feet on the coffee table. He smiled in return.

"You're too good to me," he said, giving me he full attention for a few seconds before turning back to the TV.

"So, uh, Sam Winchester called. He and Dean have a case out in Nevada they wanted our help on. Werewolves. I told them we'd check it out, what do you think?" I asked quietly.

Tyler let out a deep sigh and I turned my eyes to the corner of the coffee table.

"I think," he paused, taking a drink of his beer, "that you should have asked before you went saying yes. And that I don't like those Winchesters, too fucking uptight, and Dean always stares at you." He threw an annoyed look my way before letting out another deep breath and finishing off his beer, getting ready to open the second.

"When do they want me?" He asked, tossing the metal cap onto the table. I watched as it skidded and slid of the edge onto the floor.

"ASAP. I told them we could be out there in a few days," I answered timidly.

Tyler let out another sigh of annoyance.

"Well, go back a bag, we'll leave tomorrow and I don't want to have to wait for your sorry ass to finish up."

I nodded and stood quickly, walking into the back bedroom and shutting the door softly. I let myself smile as I packed, enjoying the thought of seeing old friends again.

- - -

"Tyler, Y/N, good to see you," greeted Dean, pulling me in for a hug that made Tyler frown. Even so, I hugged Sam as well, enjoying their familiar embraces.

"So, where are you guys staying?" Sam asked, hands shoved in his jeans pockets.

"The Historian, on Gibson by the diner," I answered, unable to stop the smile on my face as I spoke.

This only seemed to annoy Tyler further. Quickly he drew an arm around my waist and pulled me to him.

"Yeah, she wanted to make sure we had a good view," he joked, Sam and Dean laughing as I cringed, remembering how upset Tyler was that the neon sign from the diner was visible through our window.

"You know me, only the best," I added.

Everyone laughed but I could feel Tyler's fingers on my ribs like knives.

- - -

"To a hunt well done," Dean toasted, plinking his beer bottle against mine and Sam's. We all drank and shared a small smile, me ignoring the fact that Tyler was dancing with some girl on the dance floor.

"I gotta ask," Sam said suddenly, after several tense moments. "What's with your boyfriend?"

I flicked my eyes momentarily at the girl grinding on him before turning on my stool to face solidly at the bar.

"He's just dancing, its fine," I said monotonely.

Sam and Dean shared a look.

I absent mindedly pulled my flannel sleeves down to cover the hand mark Tyler left from this morning, when I had taken too long to get ready so he gripped me by the elbow and shoved me at the door. My shoulder still stung but I could blame that on the werewolf at least.

"What thhe fuck?" Dean said suddenly. I looked at him oddly until he pointed out a still healing bruise on my sternum, visible with my shirt unbottoned. "What is that, Y/N?"

Nervously I shoved my shirt to the side so it wasnt visible anymore.

"Haven't you ever heard of a hickey, Dean?" I laughed anxiously, sipping my beer and hoping he'd let it go. He didnt.

"That's no hickey. Did he hurt you?" Dean asked seriously, his voice low.

"What?! No! He wouldn't! It... it was my fault. I was carrying the laundry basket and not watching where I was going and he accidentally bumped it into me a little hard. Its nothing," I shrugged it off.

It was from the laundry basket, from when he shoved it at me hard enough to leave a mark. "To remind me of my place," he said.

Sam and Dean just eyed me cautiously as Tyler came back from the dance floor.

"Hey babe, lets go, I'm beat," Tyler said.

I went to argue that i wanted to stay with Sam and Dean but I knew better than to speak out in public.

"Okay. See you guys later," I said, Tyler pulling me quickly away and out of the bar.

He yanked me out into the alley and shoved me against yhe grime covered bricks, pressing kisses to my neck and chest.

"Come on baby, lets do it right here," Tyler said, unbuttoning my flannel quickly.

"Ty, no, lets just go back to the motel," I said, gently pushing at his hands on my body.

"Come on, it'll be hot. You can scream for all the bar to hear," he continued, going for my jeans.

"Ty, I said no, stop it," I said more forcefully, shoving him off me.

He stood a foot away, bewildered for a moment while blood rushed in my ears. Suddenly his hand came fast and heavy against my cheek, knocking my head to the side. I held it in shock as it heated up. Tyler seemed to be gauging my reaction to it which was fear.

He sprung forward again and spun me around, pressing my shoulders against the cold brick as he undid my jeans.

"When I say I want to fuck you, I mean it you dumb prude bitch," he growled against my hair.

I stood, helplessly pressed against the bricks as he yanked my jeans and underwear down and pulled my hips back.

The only indication I gave that I felt him was the shutter as he slid into me. My whole body was numb, the slight rocking the only thing keeping me grounded.

When he was done, he came onto the ground and pushed my hips forward in disgust, making me stumble into the wall.

"Come back when you're ready to be an obedient whore," he spat, pulling up his jeans and walking away.

I felt the shake in my hands as I slowly pulled up my underwear and struggled to button my jeans. I let myself lean against the wall a moment, pressing cold hands over my eyes and smearing tears I didn't know I was making.

I sucked in a deep breath, cleared my face and stared dead ahead. Just another day.

- - -

I realized quickly I didn't want to go back to him so soon. I didn't want to seem that desperate for him. In a spur of the moment I walked to Sam and Dean's motel room, knocking on the door before I remember deciding to. Sam answered.

"Y/N? Whats up?" He asked, voice gentle and slightly tired.

"Hey, sorry to bother you guys, me and Tyler had a little fight so I just wanted to shower here for tonight if thats okay?" I asked timidly.

"Yeah! Yeah sure, whatever you need," Sam replied, letting me in immediately.

Dean was sat up on the bed reading something when he looked up and smiled at me.

"Hey, what're you doing here?" He asked, closing the book to give me his full attention.

"Just need a shower, me and Tyler had a fight," I explained. Dean grinned.

"Finally. You should really dump that douche bag," he commented, standing and walking over to his duffle bag.

"No... we just need ti work some stuff out. I dont know where i'd be without him, he's such a better hunter than me," I said absently, not thinking twice about the words coming out of my mouth.

Sam snorted behind me, Dean sniggered.

"Sure, okay Y/N," Dean said sarcastically.

"Really, I would have died on half my hunts if he hadn't been there," I tried, more to convince myself than them.

"You're ten times the hunter he is, he can barely shoot a sawed-off. But whatever you say, sweetheart. Enjoy your shower," Dean grinned, handing me one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.

As I stood under the steaming hot water and scrubbed my skin raw, I replayed what the boys had said. How could I possibly be a better hunter than him? All he talks about is how much easier it would be for him to do his job if I wasnt around.

I shook off the thought and went back to scrubbing at my thighs viciously.

- - -

I walked out in Dean's oversize Metallica shirt, picking at one of my cuticles, mulling over my options very carefully.

"He hits me sometimes," I mumble, watching Sam and Dean scrunch up their eyebrows before looking at me.

"Huh?"

"Did you say something, sweetheart?"

I turned my eyes up, forcing myself to back eye contact.

"He hits me sometimes," I said again.

I watched as Dean's jaw set and Sam's face turned to stone.

"Not often. I mean, not really anyways. Sometimes its worse than others, especially if he's been drinking," I said, finishing the sentance looking at the ratty carpeting as the nights memories came back.

"Its usually my fault anyways, I take too long, or I forget the laundry, or I get him the wrong beer," I added, trying to justify it in my head again. My face scrunched up as his words came at me as they always do.

"You'd be nothing without me. A dead whore in a ditch somewhere. You're lucky I'm here to teach you."

"He's dead," Dean said simply.

I jumped forward quickly.

"No, dont!" I said, gripping his arm tightly as he stood. "Its fine, I can handle it," I added.

Dean's hand came slowly up to my face and I winced as his fingers ran over the spot where Tyler had slapped me.

"You dont have to," Dean said quietly.

"I love him," I replied, eyes closed. Dean let out a slow breath and stepped back from me.

"Then you better get back to him," he said sharply.

"Dean," Sam interjected, eyebrows creased in disapproval.

"No, if she loves him she can head back to his room, and when he hits her again we'll come pick her up because thats what people who love you do," Dean spoke, eyes sharp and jaw set.

I stared at him a moment longer, my throat tight before I slowly grabbed my things and opened the door. I gave one last glance to Sam whose eyes were wet with unshed tears.

I shut the door behind me and let a few tears of my own fall before I made my way back to Tyler.

- - -

I woke up to the sound of beeping next to my head and throbbing in my ribs. I groaned as I turned my head, my neck stiff and sore as well.

As I looked around at the pale green walls and the bright florescent lights, I recognized the beeping as an EKG.

I panicked, trying desperately to sit up and pull out my IV's until a nurse came in.

"Sweetie, you need to relax, you're pretty banged up," she spoke, gently pushing my shoulder back and readjusting the IV tube on my arm.

I tried to relax, looking up to the ceiling and taking deep breaths to try and stop the tears burning in my eyes.

"Good news is your boyfriend's here, said he was worried when he found out you fell down those stairs. I'll send him up," the nurse spoke kindly, patting my hand before walking out and closing the door behind her.

My throat closed up painfully, tears falling back into my hairline as I thought about Tyler seeing me after what he'd done last night.

[haven-raven012591]

On a Sour Note

Elias X Genevieve

Word count: 2,980

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Cursing.

Summary: What will happen when Genevieve’s ex decides cause trouble between her and her new love? Will Elias and Genevieve grow stronger or will it all fall apart?

Art work by @wrestling-edits-af.

Gen was standing there watching as the love of her life played for people and insulted them. She giggled knowing that as soon as his match was over they'd go out to dinner and then back to the hotel. Or at least that's what she thought would happen. She was so engrossed in Elias that she didn't hear the heavy boot falls that marked the coming storm. Like distant thunder as the storm grew closer to her.

She felt the arm go around her shoulder and froze as she looked up to see two beautiful but angry blue eyes looking at her. “I get injured and you find some other guy to fall into bed with!” Dean snarled. Genevieve rolled his arm off her shoulders and locked eyes with Dean. “I wasn't the one that was cheating on me the whole time we were dating, with someone I considered a friend.” Genevieve snapped. Dean smirked and brushed her long red hair from her shoulders.  

“There's enough of me to go around baby, I can still handle two women.” Dean said. “You made a fool out of me Dean, you of all people should know how much that hurt me!” Genevieve fumed. He only laughed and leaned down to her ear. “If I can't have you no one will Gen, you're mine!” Dean whispered. She gasped as she saw Elias stop and take in the scene that was in front of him.

Genevieve shoved Dean away and slapped him. She ran to Elias and he shook his head. “What was that?” Elias growled. She licked her lips and closed her eyes. “Eli that was nothing I swear to you.” Genevieve said. He looked at her then at Dean smirking. “She's still as feisty as ever.” Dean said. Gen turned and looked at him. “You're an asshole Dean!” Genevieve shrieked. Elias took her hand and she turned to face him.

“Come on Gen, let's go il mio amore.” Elias said. She laced her fingers with his and they walked away. She looked into Elias's green eyes and smiled as he shut the door to his dressing room. “Eli I swear there's nothing going on.” Genevieve said. He put his guitar in the case and pulled her against his chest. “If I ever see you with him again I'll end him and then us.” Elias growled. She put her arms around his neck and played with his hair.

He rubbed up her back and kissed her deeply. She tangled her fingers into his hair and kissed him back with just as much passion. He picked her up and pinned her to the door as his lips trailed kisses from her lips to her collar bone. She sighed and moaned softly. “You're mine Genevieve.” Elias said. She melted a little more for him as he kissed her jawline and down the other side of her neck. “I've been yours for a while Eli.” Genevieve said softly. He looked up at her and she laid her forehead to his. “Nine months.” Elias whispered. She kissed him softly. “You picked me up and dusted me off when he told me the night he got injured, you sat with me and sang to me when I was sad.” Genevieve said. He put her down and she wrapped her arms around him as he kissed the top of her head. They went out and had dinner then they walked in the park. Now she laid tucked protectively against his chest wide awake.

He'd left what happened at the arena alone and she was happy about that. But now the old memories surfaced in her mind every time she tried to sleep. “Are you ok baby?” Elias asked as he rubbed her arm. She jumped a little hearing his voice out of the blue. “Just thinking go back to sleep.” Genevieve whispered kissing him softly. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kept her next to him. “Eli what are you doing?” Genevieve asked. He rolled them over and kissed her heatedly. “Stay in bed with me.” Elias whispered to her lips. She rubbed his arms and down his back. “I couldn't leave now if I wanted to you're squishing me.” Genevieve giggled. He kissed her again and she tangled her fingers in his hair and kept his lips to hers. He settled between her legs and she moaned into his lips as he thrust inside her. She pulled back and sighed as he kissed her neck. “Glad you slept naked baby.” Elias groaned softly.

“We'll how was I supposed to put clothes on when you had your big arms wrapped around me?” Genevieve teased. He laughed and pulled her hips closer as he thrust in her again. “Fuck.” Elias groaned. She moaned as he kissed and licked her breasts swirling his tongue around her nipples making them harder. “Eli!” Genevieve moaned louder. He kissed her as he picked up his pace. Her hand grabbed his biceps and moaned into his lips again. He pulled back and laid his head in her neck inhaling her scent. “You smell amazing.” Elias groaned as she dug her nails into his arms. “You feel so damn good Eli please don't stop.” Genevieve moaned. He grinned and cupped her breasts sucking her nipples one after the other as she arched off the bed. He was slow and methodical with her making her come undone. She grabbed his shoulders and moaned louder. “Elias!” Genevieve screamed as she came. “Genevieve!” Elias groaned a few minutes later as he came. She welcomed his weight on her as he laid there panting.

The next few days where happy for them as they were home and away from the drama. That was until Gen got a late night phone call. “Hello?” Genevieve said groggily into the phone. “I knew you'd pick up my call.” Dean said. “What are you doing calling me in the middle of the night?” Genevieve whispered. She got up and went to the bathroom. “I knew when I saw you two that you didn't love him.” Dean said. “Excuse you?” Genevieve said.

“You don't love him Gen you still love me.” Dean said. “Fuck off Dean.” Genevieve said and hung up. She went back to bed and Elias brought her close and she snuggled into his strong and reassuring embrace. She loved him and she knew she'd always loved him no matter what. Eli was her person, her soulmate. It was funny because up until him she didn't believe those things existed at least not for her.

But now with him everything seemed so easy and so free. She was free, that was one thing she'd never expected from a relationship. When she was with Dean it seemed so forced and they'd fight a lot. It's not that her and Elias didn't fight,they did all couples do but not like her and Dean. Her and Eli had disagreements is what she called them. Her and Dean had, had nothing but long horrid fights.

Elias rubbed her back as if sensing her discomfort. She sighed and kissed his bare chest and he grunted. “Shh baby.” Genevieve said. He pulled her tighter against himself and she closed her eyes now sure nothing could get her not even her past. They were packing to head out on the road for the weekend when Elias pulled her close.

“Who's been calling you so late this week?” Elias asked. She kissed him long and slow. “No one Eli.” Genevieve purred. “Oh no Gen, I'm not doing that now tell me who's calling you.” Elias said taking her hands. “Dean.” Genevieve said. “And you we're what gonna lie to me, get me in bed and hope I'd forget that you've been taking your ex's late night phone calls?” Elias snapped. “Eli I've just been answering them because it's late and they wake me up I've told him to fuck off every time, plus Dean is no one to me now.” Genevieve said. Elias stood there looking at her. Her deep forest green eyes and vibrant red hair gave her this other worldly quality about her. Like she was some wood nymph or elf.

He brought her close and she looked into his green eyes and smiled as her hands player with his long brown hair. She jumped into his arms and he growled as they stripped each other. Her off-white skin was in another ball park when it came to his own tanned flesh. He laid her on the bed and kissed her passionately as he thrust inside her. There was no time for foreplay and it was a pity he loved to make her cum a few times just with his fingers and his tongue before he made her cum all over his cock. She arched into him and gripped his shoulders and he gripped her thighs running his hands down them and back up to her hips. This made her back arch more and she gasped into the kiss. “Eli that feels so good baby.” Genevieve said softly. “I love how soft you are Gen, how warm and wet you always seem to be for me at any time of the day.” Elias whispered as he kissed her breasts repeatedly.

She licked her lips and moaned as he rolled her already hard nipples between his calloused fingers. It always managed to send shivers down her spine when he touched her like this, hell when he touched her at all. She ran her hands into his hair as he lowered his mouth to one nipple and swirled his tongue around it sucking softly as he flicked it now. She moaned again as he kissed between her breasts as he moved to the other nipple. Her body was like his guitar he could play any melody or rift on it and it would sing for him. Although she was moaning and closing to screaming for him other than singing for him but he really didn’t care he loved anything she did. His hands gripped her hips and she cried out his name as she came for the first time that night.

He groaned at the way the walls of her pussy tightened around him and squeezed his cock tighter. He palmed her ass and lifted her hips up as he pushed deeper into her making her cum again. “Elias.” Genevieve screamed as she held onto his forearms her back arched sharply off the back her head buried deep into the pillow. He laid her back down and caressed her hips and up to her cheek kissing them repeatedly. “Think you can do that once more my love and I’ll paint your walls with my own release.” Elias whispered and kissed behind her ear. “Yes.” Genevieve panted and whimpered as she rolled her hips. He laughed and kissed her passionately as he felt her shaking under him. His thrusts now became sloppy and hard as he was getting closer to his own release and she need him to do that she needed him to cum for her like she had for him.

He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and she moaned against his lips as she gripped his hair keeping his lips to hers. She rolled her hips and met every thrust of his with thrusts of her own. He growled and threw his head back yelling as he came hard. “Genevieve!” Elias roared and she followed him as soon as she felt him fill her. “Elias!” Genevieve moaned as she came for the third time. They both panted as he laid on top of her and she always welcomed his weight on her she loved it, it made her fells special and safe. Once they were able to talk he spoke first. “I love you Gen so much more than I thought I could ever love someone.” Elias said. She froze and looked at him. “Eli you know I love you the same I always have it seems like, I never loved him like this.” Genevieve said. He kissed her forehead and she held him tighter. “I don’t want you to leave me.” Genevieve said softly. Elias looked at her and kissed her passionately. “I’m never leaving you Genevieve.” Elias vowed looking into her eyes.

The way the lights picked up his eyes that night was eerie as hell it felt like something was about to happen and she knew that it wasn’t going to be good. Dean was behind him the next time she looked at the monitor. “No.” Genevieve whispered. She had to watch she knew she couldn’t go out there she wasn’t supposed to be on TV. Dean grabbed him and yanked him up slamming him into the turnbuckle and she gasped. Roman and Seth were out there as well watching his back. She didn’t know what to do so she stood there and watched as Dean beat him to a pulp on TV and to add insult to injury he smashed Elias’s guitar over his head. Genevieve had, had enough she ran out and slid into the ring slapping dean knocking him off balance. She got on her knees and moved Elias’s hair from his face and kissed him softly. “Gen.” Elias whispered. She nodded and took his hand. “Who else would be kissing you handsome?” Genevieve asked teasingly.

“I need your help.” Elias said. She helped him up and got him to the trainer’s room. They didn’t need to send him to the hospital and that was a good thing. When thy got to the hotel he took a long hot shower and she waited for him to come out knowing that he would be pissed off at her when he got out. He got out and laid down on the bed with her. “I have him next week and I for one cannot wait to repay him for this.” Elias growled. “I guess you want me to find another hotel room and to move out when we get home?” Genevieve asked tentatively. “I want you to be with me next week I’ve cleared it with Stephanie and Triple H.” Elias said. “Eli.” Genevieve whispered and sniffed. He sat up and pulled her into his arms. “Shh my love I don’t blame you for this he choose to do this and he will pay for it.” Elias said. She looked up and he kissed her tenderly. “I am in love with you silly woman and he is not breaking us up that is all he is trying to do and I will not let him win.” Elias said.

Genevieve’s cell rang and she answered it without looking. “Ready to leave him now since I broke his face?” Dean laughed. “I love Elias more than I ever loved you Dean and you are not going to come between me and him.” Genevieve said. She hung up and Elias smiled kissing her softly. “That’s MY Girl.” Elias said. She laughed and they laid back and watched a movie. He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead as she slept in his arms that night he just couldn’t sleep he had too much on his mind. They hadn’t been together long but he loved her more than anything or anyone else outside his family. That was another thing his family loved her. When they spent Christmas with his parents and sisters they had raved about her to him after the Holiday was over.

The week and weekend went by so quick Genevieve wasn’t sure that it had happened at all. There she stood in an Elias shirt and jeans as she walked down the ramp with him for his match. Once the spotlight was on him she was moved back up the ramp to sit with the commentary team. They talked some during his performance but she never said a word. It wasn’t until Deans music started did she start to feel nervous and like she was going to throw up. She hated what he had become but she wasn’t about to leave Elias out there alone either. The match started and they went at it.

Elias had him on his ass in the middle of the ring with his neck at an odd angle putting pressure on it. When Dean got out of that they traded blows in the center of the ring until Elias gave him an upper cut that put him on his knees. Dean got up and shoved Elias into the corner delivering shoulder after shoulder into Elias’s midsection. Genevieve was on the edge of her seat the whole match until Dean was about to give Elias Dirty deeds and Elias turned it into Drift away and pinned him for the win. Genevieve ran down to the ring and jumped into his arms kissing him passionately. Elias held her tightly and stroked her hair as he put her on her feet. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere Gen, I love you baby.” Elias said. “I love you too.” Genevieve said.

They went to the back and he kissed her again. She ran her hands over him and he smiled as he pulled back. “I want to ask you something Gen.” Elias said. “I’m all ears Eli.” Genevieve said softly. He kissed her forehead and smiled at her. “Will you marry me Genevieve?” Elias asked softly. He held her hands in his and she teared up as he pulled the ring box from his guitar case. “Yes.” Genevieve said. He stood up and slid the ring on her hand and brushed away her tears. “I guess this means I always get to walk with Elias.” Genevieve said giggling. “Yes.” Elias said. She kissed him long and slow and he held her tightly as he stroked her long red hair. “I love you Elias.” Genevieve said. “I love you too Genevieve.” Elias said.

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[deanssunshine]

“Star Fall”

by Samantha Grace

(TW // Language, violence, strip club scene, lewd dancing)

• Chapter One •

The '67 Impala spun down the dirt road, drifting, and coming to a complete stop. Two boys, built and tall, holding shot guns emerged from the purring car. They cocked the guns, gaining the attention of the tall creature lurking in front of them.

"Hey, shit head." One of them expelled, firing at him. The creature made an unearthly scream before disintegrating into the ground. The man who fired lowered the gun, before smirking sideways. "Easy enough."

"Dean!" The other man yelled, quickly re-aiming his gun at a figure above. Dean shot his head up before firing at the being, causing it to turn to dust. He turned to the opposing man with a wide eyed look on his featured face.

"That was close." He spoke, pure exhilaration in his voice. The other man exhaled and nodded, checking his environment again. "Job well done Sammy." Sammy shot Dean an unappreciative, flat stare. "Looks like we can go celebrate." He said climbing into the drivers seat of the car. Sammy quickly followed after him. The Impala roared to life before speeding off in the distance. A short lived drive, the Impala pulled into a large scale building. Sammy glanced up through the windshield, his eyebrows scrunched.

"The Cat Scratch Club? Really Dean?" He turned to face Dean, a disapproving look on his face while Dean smiled relentlessly.

"Come on." He teased. "You know Sam, if you'd just-"

"I don't need to hear "the speech" again, I'm not a child anymore..." He groaned making Dean smile at himself. With only looks traded from one man to another, Sam sighed unpleased before opening the car door. Dean smiled wide, turning off the engine and practically leaping out of the vehicle.

Dean pushed the door open revealing the neon lights and bass pounding music. The room was decorated with several stages, there was a bar lining the front and back wall, on the right was a hallway gated by curtains, and to the left a couple of doors. Probably being the dressing room, and bathroom doors. Dean's smile only brightened as his eyes flashed from the surrounding lights. He turned to Sam.

"Go get us some drinks I'll pick a table." He nodded before walking off, allowing Dean to return his raining, alpha male status. He scanned the room profiling costumers and bouncers, reading their body language, searching for a women in need of some lovin'. He found a table just near left of the stage, bringing out his wallet. Sam rejoined him. "Thanks." He said swigging his beer, Sam leaned back in his chair, watching Dean's hands, quickly rolling his eyes. "You gotta know how to treat a lady Sam." Dean spoke slipping a few dollars into the bra strap of the closest dancer. Sam scoffed a laugh making Dean look up at him. "What?"

"Nothing..just wouldn't expect anything less of you, Dean." Sam shook his head while Dean threw him a goofy, "you know better" face, the shifting music made the boys snap out of their conversation...A Van Halen song started up through the speakers getting Dean's attention. A new dancers presence embraced the stage, pulling all eyes in the room on her. Her finger tips graced the length of the pole that lay center stage, dragging them gently around as she approached the front. Dean's eyes glistened with every inch of the dancer that his dashing green eyes caught. She stood in tall black heels, dressed in dark purple lingerie. The thigh high straps tight against her beautiful thick thighs.

"Jump back, what's that sound ?

Here she comes, full blast and top down."

Dean huffed a harsh breath. "Holy mother of-" and before he could finish the women in purple dropped to the floor, a crouched position with her legs spread wide open, her hands resting on her knees. She rose to her feet at the tune to the song, slowly with her hands trailing up her legs. She wrapped her hand around the pole just above her head, beginning to walk around yet stopping behind the pole with enough time to smack her hands on the pole on just the right beat.

"Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.

Model citizen zero discipline.

Don't you know she's coming home with me?"

Her sweet body swayed down the centered pole, keeping the pole between her hips. Sam glanced over to Dean, seeing him completely entranced by the dancers movements. Smiling slightly at the thought of DEAN being so attentive, instead of the other way around. His light eyes trailed up and down her body continually, eyebrows scrunched in a sexualized feature, his body totally frozen. Her leg wrapped around the pole and she swung herself around until she landed front and center. Unlatching the wrapped leg and sliding it out. Her newly free leg rose straight into the air, ever so elegantly.

"You'll lose her in the turn..

I'll get her!

I'll get her!"

Dean's mouth slipped open and a slow smile tugged at his lips.

She was back on her feet, swinging around that cold metal pole. Suddenly, her mouth dropped open and she was the only voice the room. Her arm raised over her head, her back against the pole,sliding down. She reached her knees letting them open, she shook her hands twisting them slightly in front of herself.

"Panama, Panama

Panama, Panama!"

"Dean," Sam's voice broke his in-attachable gaze, sending him an impressed, and unbelievable smile. Dean , unfazed looked back at Sam, his face frozen with cheer. He slowly returned his attention to the stage. She crawled, on all fours around the stage, she batted her eyes, hanging them low, pouting, putting a pleased expression on her face. Her soft pink lips seemed to be the thing Dean watched the most.

"Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine.

Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean."

She made her way from one corner to the next, her eyes landing on men, as the reached for her, placing money in her lingerie. She caught sight of Dean. He straightened in his chair as every muscle in his body stiffened, feeling her watch him.

"Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue,

Got an on-ramp comin' through my bedroom.

Don't you know she's coming home with me?

You'll lose her in the turn.

I'll get her!"

Their eye contact didn't break as she made her way over. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes trailed up and down his body. Dean felt his jeans tighten around his waist, making him sit upright, biting the inside of his cheek. She let her fingers hang onto the edge of the stage, lowering herself nearer to Dean, swaying her ass in the distance. His eyes trailed from her lips to her ass. She flipped onto her back in one swift motion, reattaching his attention to her front.

"Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight.

I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it.

Ah, you reach down, between my legs, ease the seat back.

She's blinding, I'm flying,"

She ran a hand through her long, red-tinted brunette hair, toying with the end of the strip she twirled around her fingers. Dean quickly slipped his biggest bill into her chest. Her legs raised slowly as her hand traced from her cheek bone down to her thong. Of course, on the beat, her legs parted into the most arousing spread eagle. She knocked the wind out of Dean as he couldn't help but "ooh" under his breath, still smiling. She slipped herself upright, her ass plump enough to drool over. Her back dimple piercings shining perfectly under the light of the stage. She turns back around crawling off stage setting herself into his lap. There was static in their eye contact, such an intense erotic tension that left nearly untouchable space between them. A finger ran down his chest clutching the rim of his jeans as he slipped another bill in through her thong.

"Right behind the rear-view mirror now.

Got the feeling, power steering,

Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now!"

And with that she was back on her feet, her ass catching both Sam and Dean's attention as she made her way around to other men, tossing their money her way.

"Panama, Panama

Panama, Panama!"

She moved onto the stage once more, dancing around the pole before spinning herself around it, looping her leg, slipping down with her back to the pole. Ending upside down with nothing but her leg holding her steady.

There were hoots and hollers but that's nothing unexpected. The girl flipped herself up right before walking off stage, back into the velveted curtains. Sam turned to Dean, amused at the sight of him so numb minded.

"Hello...earth to Dean?" Sam sat there for a minute before throwing a peanut from the bowl on the table at his head, causing him to flinch and snap into focus.

"What the hell Sam?"

"Dean clean yourself." He said smirking, nodding his head at Dean.

"That girl was-" he started, turning his attention back to the curtains. He whistled, more to himself before turning to Sam, taking another swig of his beer.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you'd fallen in love." Sam joked, watching a girl stride by him, his eyes unintentionally glued to her legs. That was Sam's ever loving thing about a girl, her legs. Dean scoffed causing Sam to turn back to him, blushing a light pink.

"Speak for yourself, kiddo." He grinned, looking around the club. Dean watched as the stage dancer crossed in front of him, making her way to a table at the front, sitting, talking to a man. They both stood, taking her hand and she walked him over too a booth on the right for a dance. Dean's eyes remained glued, watching the light cascade against her hip bones.

"Dean. Did you hear anything I just said?" Sam's voice broke his gaze, again.

"Hmm? Yeah totally. Something about something nerdy." Dean shooed him off, finishing his beer. "I'll be back." He said standing, sitting quickly to adjust himself under the table, before standing again, smiling at Sam and walking to the bar. Sam scoffed in annoyance and sipped his beer, a dancer catching his eye on the stage. "Hi, another beer please." He spoke to the bartender, he nodded grabbing a beer and handing it over the wood bar. "Thanks." He smiled raising it slightly in appreciation before turning around. His eyes wandered again, landing on the same dancer, that purple lingerie shimmered, along with the glitter against her skin. He smiled, widening his eyes before sipping his beer walking back to the table seeing Sam stand from his chair.

"We leaving? But I just got another beer."

"So take it with you Dean."

"...But I've got more one's." He pouted following Sam to the door, looking down at the floor.

"That was Cas." Sam spoke as they stepped out of the club.

"Cas called you?"

"No, Cas called YOU. You just were too focused on the strippers-" Dean stopped in his tracks putting his hands up in defense.

"Hey, dancers." He corrected, making Sam shake his head.

"Well you were distracted, and left your phone on the table."

"So what did he say?" Dean questioned, opening the door to the impala.

"That he would meet us back at the hotel and that it's urgent." Dean cocked an eyebrow in concern and started up the car.