#kayla's birthday challenge

[callsignfate]

A blank card with a name and a number

Day One of Writemas/Birthday posts!

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You worked unconventional hours at the small coffee shop owned by your friend and boss, Faith. Eager to stay open as much as possible, and given your limited sleep schedule, you found yourself taking the early morning shifts. Your cherished customers were often regulars, exhausted from all-nighters or with unconventional work hours, appreciating the availability of hot coffee at their convenience.

Among them, there was one woman you always looked forward to. She started coming in one morning, and since then, without fail, appeared every day around 4 am. Always fatigued and worn out, you made an effort to engage her in friendly conversation. She responded with a small exhausted hum or a few words, never more.

Her name, spelled simply k-a-t-e, struck you as a bit off with her rugged appearance. Yet, she consistently gave her name for the order as Kate. Not that you had written it that way, or that she would correct it, although you hoped she would. That was the way you were hoping to start a conversation with her, but for weeks she said nothing, the names changed every day, always starting with a K to make it look believable. Strangely, she never corrected it, though you hoped she would, providing an opportunity to start a conversation and for weeks, she remained silent, even when you experimented with variations like Kayla or Kara.

One morning, she walked in looking surprisingly well-rested and almost happy as she placed her usual order. As you went to type in Kathleen instead of Kate, her rare smile caught your attention.

"It's K-a-t-e, Kate," she said, offering a genuine smile. Your mind raced, considering how to respond.

"Oh, thank you, Kate," you replied, correcting the name on the order.

Unbeknownst to you, Kate understood the unspoken game. She realized you had already memorized her order, and this time, you inputted it before she even reached the counter. Departing unusually with cash, she left as you organized the bills in the register. Among them, a blank card stood out, bearing the words 'Kate Laswell' and a delicately written phone number.

Your heart quickened as you stared at the card with 'Kate Laswell' and a phone number written delicately on it. The usual routine of your early morning coffee shop suddenly felt charged with a different energy. This mysterious gesture from Kate, after weeks of quiet exchanges, left you intrigued and a bit excited. As you tucked the card away, you couldn't help but wonder about the change in her demeanor today. The well-rested look, the almost happy expression—something had shifted. Your mind raced with possibilities. Was it a change in her work schedule, or perhaps something entirely unrelated? The questions lingered as you resumed your tasks, the coffee machine humming softly in the background. As the day progressed, you found yourself glancing at the card more than once. The simplicity of the message contrasted with the complexity of your thoughts. Should you call her? What did she want? It was a puzzle, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Eventually, your shift ended, and you found yourself holding the card as you walked home. The streetlights cast a warm glow, and you decided to take the chance. With a deep breath, you dialed the number, the familiar hum of the city in the background. The phone rang, and just as you were beginning to think she might not answer, a voice on the other end said, "Hello?" It was Kate. The conversation that followed was filled with laughter and stories, a stark contrast to your usual early morning exchanges. You learned more about her, about the challenges and joys in her life. It was a connection that had started with a simple change of a name on a coffee order. From that day forward, your conversations with Kate expanded beyond the coffee counter. The coffee shop, once just a backdrop, became the starting point for a story that unfolded with every shared moment. And in this ordinary place where you worked odd hours, an extraordinary connection blossomed—one that began with a subtle change in a routine and a blank card with a name and a number.

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[starthetripledevil]

Mario Legacy Challenge: 1987 (Part 1)

Last year, Jumpman started traveling to different places as part of his circus job. His sons Mario and Luigi aged up into children, getting an NES as their birthday present.

Now that Mario is a child, he will start the Gen 2 goal of going outside every day (meaning every in-game day in this case).

Mario and Luigi go to a park (the same one Pauline and Kayla went to last year). The twins play on a Jungle Gym. (I also made Mario and Luigi tell a few jokes so that Mario would be in a playful mood, allowing Mario to complete the first stage of his childhood aspiration.)

Luigi finds a chessboard and decides to try out playing it (not sure if he even knows the rules but maybe Jumpman taught him at some point or something). (Luigi's childhood aspiration involves playing chess.)

Pauline discovers that just like her younger brothers, she also likes playing video games.

Jumpman and Lady are sitting on a bench outside their home. It's not long until Jumpman's next work trip begins, so the two just want to enjoy being together.

Although he is only six years old, Mario has managed to order some food from the nearby food stall with no help from his parents.

The Marios spend a lot of time talking (both when Jumpman is home and when he's not) during the first months of the year. Now, for example, Pauline is talking about not liking how her dad goes on such long work trips.

Luigi and Pauline start wondering what Jumpman's life at the circus is like. Luigi thinks the must have so many delicious cupcakes. Pauline is talking about how Jumpman and his co-workers must be constantly packing stuff, like with moving.

Lady also joins the conversation to talk about Jumpman's basketball career. All those years ago, he quit his job over having to wear a ridiculous costume. Now he literally works at a circus.

Some time later, Lady suggests that the family should read together (except Jumpman, who is not home at the moment). Luigi is particularly interested in the idea. (Both Luigi and Lady also advance in their aspirations from this.)

While eating dinner one time, the Mario brothers start talking about the moon. Mario wonders if the moon is an egg. Luigi is pretty sure it's a rock.

One night, the Marios hear what sounds like arguing from Emmalyn's apartment. The Mario brothers attempt to distract themselves from the noise by playing video games.

Lady knocks on Emmalyn's door to figure out what is going on. Turns out what they heard was Emmalyn's frustration with a treadmill (which I assume she bought quite recently).

Pauline has a dream that is likely linked to her future career.

Lady is feeling flirty as Jumpman returns from another work trip. However, Jumpman is feeling tired so perhaps now is not the best time for romantic interactions.

It's a school morning, but Mario still plays an NES game.

Even at home, Jumpman still has work related dreams.

After some planning, Jumpman and Lady are finally on a date (while the kids are at school). This is the same location where Jumpman proposed to Lady 15 years ago. It is also the same location where Jumpman introduced his friends Luigeena (Lady's sister) and Tony to each other, and the two would end up getting married, and it was at this wedding where Jumpman first met Lady. So this location is clearly important for the two.

Unfortunately, their date is not going quite smoothly as this random stranger (Belinda) keeps looking at them with an annoyed look... Ugh, if you don't like people being romantic, maybe don't go to one of the most romantic date spots in the city.

After Belinda finally leaves, Jumpman and Lady get to have some romantic time together. It's nice to have a moment like this.

And they also get to have a nice view of the city. That whole thing with the stranger at the beginning aside, this is a pretty successful date. Unfortunately, it still has to end.

By the time Lady's 35th birthday takes place, Jumpman has already left on another work trip. Lady doesn't have a big celebration, but she does invite her friends Elle and Emmalyn.

Lady is still thinking about her date with Jumpman. She really hopes she gets to have even more such dates in the future.

Mario decides to go to a nearby spice festival. Unfortunately, the spicy food makes him feel uncomfortable.

Jumpman has arrived at the next destination of the circus, which is in a jungle.

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[teenmomcentral]

The never-ending MTV franchise is rolling out another season of Teen Mom: The Next Chapter. On Tuesday, the network released the first trailer for the new season (which is officially Season 1B and not Season 2). 

A premiere date has been set for Wednesday, July 19. (This marks the first time the show has aired on a night other than Monday or Tuesday.)

“New houses, new spouses, and at least one lap dance: That’s what ‘Teen Mom’ fans have to look forward to when MTV’s ‘Teen Mom: The Next Chapter’ returns,” reported Entertainment Weekly, which was the first to release the trailer. 

All of the ‘Next Chapter’ girls will be back for the new episodes, and, as The Ashley previously told you, Teen Mom: Young & Pregnant stars Kayla Sessler and Kiaya Elliott will make “guest” appearance(s) this season. 

The new episodes will focus on the upcoming weddings of Jade Cline and Sean Austin, and Ashley Jones and Bar Smith. (The latter broke up a few months back but have seemingly reconciled since.) 

“I’m in full wedding-planning mode,” Jade says as she tries on wedding dresses. “I’ve never done this before.” 

The season will also cover Maci Bookout‘s improved relationship with her baby daddy Ryan Edwards. As The Ashley told you, Ryan and Maci continued to film together even after his initial arrest in February and Maci has been supporting him through his, um, “legally challenged” journey this year. 

Other topics covered this season will be Cheyenne Floyd trying to call a truce between her and Ashley. In the trailer, Ashley is shown blowing off Chey’s attempt to reconcile. 

“I really don’t have anything to say to you,” Ashley tells Cheyenne on the phone. 

Leah Messer gets herself on the pole (as you do) after her breakup with fiancé Jaylan Mobley, and Briana DeJesus gives her baby daddy Devoin Austin a lap dance (as you do), as the other ‘Teen Mom’ stars hoot ‘n’ holler.

Briana tells her mom, Roxanne, that Devoin was “hitting on” her and that he was saying that he was going to sleep with her. 

In other news, Catelynn Lowell and Tyler Baltierra will discuss their regrets about placing their oldest daughter, Carly, for adoption at birth.

“I’m really sorry that we didn’t get to parent her,” Tyler tells Catelynn tearfully. 

Of course, there will be plenty of scenes of the girls hanging out together, including a meet-up in California for Cheyenne’s daughter Ryder’s birthday. 

‘Teen Mom: The Next Chapter’ Season 1B premieres July 19 on MTV.

Watch the season’s trailer in the link above!

[sleeplessinpnw]

My body hurts. I hate being schizophrenic. I remember when my life was clear and I was healthy. I was social, I would go out with friends all the time, I had a better reputation, I was NoRmAL....

I've been having a hard time with my body. My head is a disaster. I'm on so many meds and have been now for close to a year. They've changed my life around. But they wont be able to undo the weird stuff I was getting into when I was completely off the deep end. I've made it through so many challenges this year. I've battled being lonely and depressed every single day since last August. I completely went coo coo for coco puffs and was so public about it on my social media where I had over 700 followers. I was saying some pretty weird stuff. I freaked some people out and got annoying to others.... that's for sure. I made a fool of myself and am afraid to go to places I use to go frequently. I fell into such a deep depressed state while hearing voices and destroyed so much of my personal possessions. I miss all of my rave clothes!! I fell into this belief that going to raves ruined my life but it was just my mental health. But that's the community that saw a lot of my posts and unhealthy behavior and ever since my birthday last year I literally sabotaged all of my going out clothing and rave wigs/bodysuits/jewlery/etc because I thought it would make me feel better. Fuck it. When I did it, I was WASTED and on cough Nyquil. I was a wreck. My birthday is i a week and I'm in a better place but I miss my fucking things. And I have no money to replace any of it. Nore am I even going to edm shows and festivals at the moment. I destroyed a really fun and pretty part of me. I use to be so skinny and sparkley and fun. What happened to me!? Will I ever make a come back?? Who knows.... WHY AM I EVEN GOING OFF ABOUT THIS!? Ugh.

It's late and I need to be up in the morning but I'm wide awake and writing my feelings is all I want to do.

I have no hobbies. I feel like I'm never going to have a fucking relationship with a cute boy. I feel like a loser, that's for sure. I don't do anything when I'm home alone. I hardly ever feel like listening to music or watching tv. Is it my depression?? Fuck it. UGH!! And all I do these days is just wait for my mom to get home so I can kick it with her. But now she has a boyfriend and she spends all her time with him. I like him though. I'm not mad at him or anything, I just miss having more alone time with my mom. All she does is talk about him and her co workers anyways. It's draining but I tolerate it because she's in a happier place compared to last year. When I was a hot mess.

Will I ever find a job that pays well that isn't food industry? I'm going to start applying for new jobs after St. Croix. My mom and I are super broke so.... Idk what that trip is going to be like and I already am preparing myself for my mom talking about how broke we are when the trip is over. Oh, AND my car needs a new battery UGHHHH Car stuff always happens at the worst time possible. Anyway, back to the job situation. I just feel like I wasn't mentally stable enough to have any job for awhile. Then being unemployed for so long instigated more of my depression to amplify. And now.... I have a shitty resume and I don't want to be a server but I have No IdEa what's ever out there for me..... that will even pay more than minimum wage. I have friends who have steady jobs. I literally like.... never see Tara anymore and Kayla has been going through stuff and hasn't been hanging out as much. But I don't even have money to do anything anyways. I keep thinking about Nichelle and Sarah which is sad LOL. Like.... I feel like a failure compared to all of these people and I want to be successful in something. But WHAT!?! I still am technically employed with Sol.... Buut lets be real, I hated it anyway and need a more steady job that isn't just folding clothes for 8 hours a day. Maybe I should apply for UPS.... I've head they are good to work for. UGH. I'm gonna try and go to bed now. Mr. Man wont get out of my lap and I have to be at Randy's tomorrow at 10 which means I gotta wake up around 8:30. So..... until next time!

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

Wanted

Summary: Dean realizes he’s not showing the Reader the love she deserves and takes her on a romantic date to remind her that she is all he has ever wanted. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2,155 Warnings: Um…bring a salty snack to combat the tooth-rottingly sweetness of this fic. It’s so sappy and fluffy I’m kinda sick to my stomach. And I blame my sister for making me watch a Nicholas Sparks movie today. Implied future smut at the end, but this is totally SFW. Author’s Note: This is an extremely late birthday present response to a challenge by Kayla at @one-shots-supernatural as well as one of the fic responses to my 2k celebration, requested by one of my absolute faves: @littlegreenplasticsoldier. My prompts were the song “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes (lyrics italicized throughout), camping, and the quotes bolded below. I hope you enjoy!

“You two go ahead—muscle your way to a booth or a table. I’ll get the drinks.”

Dean shot Y/N a look of confusion, ready to protest that he could get the drinks, but she leaned forward on her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek, distracting him.

“I know you two are the pretty ones, but the bartender’s a guy this time, so I’ll be more likely to catch his attention.”

She turned him by his shoulders and pushed him lightly towards the crowded seating area, Sam already parting the crowd in front of him.

It was late and the place was crowded, but it took someone who was really brave or really drunk to stand their ground when the Winchesters wanted something. It didn’t take long to secure a booth, but once they were seated and Dean was keeping an eye on the local crowd, his mind went back to what his girlfriend had said.

“Dude, what’s with you? This case was a win. And we’re actually low on the catastrophe front at the moment.”

Sometimes it sucked that his little brother knew him so well.

He frowned, “it’s Y/N.”

Sam followed Dean’s gaze to where she was casually shooting down wanna-be lovers while the bartender filled drink orders and she waited patiently.

“She’s fine. Hell, Dean, she could kick any of their asses in a heartbeat, you know that.”

Dean shook his head, “that’s not it. Something she said—that we’re the pretty ones—“

Sam laughed at that, interrupting Dean as he ran his fingers through his hair in an exaggerated way. “Well, clearly she mainly meant me, but what’s your point, gorgeous?”

Dean shoved his brother’s shoulder but couldn’t stop the smile on his face, which had been Sam’s intent.

“My point, ugly, is that if she really thinks that—about herself, I mean—then I’m doing a shitty job in the boyfriend department. And let’s face it, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience there, so the chances are pretty good that I’ll fuck it up. I don’t want to do that to her.”

Dean watched her laugh at a comment from another admirer as she finally got the drink order to the bartender, then continued in a lower voice.

“I mean, anyone can tell her she’s pretty. She get’s that all the time, I know she does. But her beauty’s deeper than the makeup, you know? I feel like she needs to know that….”

“Then why the hell are you telling me instead of her?” Sam was trying, and mostly failing, at holding back laughter, but he straightened up when Dean shot him a look.

“Look, we both know you got seriously lucky with Y/N, and that you need her like everything that’s green needs sunlight. But if you’re worried you’re not giving her the attention she deserves, take her someplace this weekend—she likes hiking and the outdoors, right?” Dean nodded. ��Well, there you go. Take her to one of Bobby’s old hunting spots or something and the two of you have some alone time. I’ll hold things down at the bunker.”

Y/N was walking over now, gripping three beers and weaving through the mass of people. When she met Dean’s eyes and smiled at him, Dean couldn’t stop the happy smile crossing his face in return—and he didn’t want to either.

“That might be the smartest idea you’ve had in a year, Sammy.”

“Okay, Dean, what’s this about? Making Sam hitch a ride with Lee Chambers back to the bunker and driving all the way out here? I know we don’t have a case, but I figured you’d be heading for the nearest cheeseburger, not national forest.”

Dean smiled, glad to have actually been able to surprise his girlfriend for once. She was a quick one, there was no doubt there, and when Lee had been an hour away, Dean had called in a favor to get some camping supplies and a ride for Sam.

Dean put Baby in park and took down the chain that crossed the trail, ignoring the sign saying, “Not Open to Public” and pulled it out of the way, before climbing back behind the wheel and driving past the winding trail. It had been a long ride, and he was hoping to get to the clearing he’d visited once before as a kid before the sun set—it would be a great view.

Y/N was still clueless. Score one for the boyfriend.

Y/N was looking at him funny, “did you and Sam have a fight? What was it about?”

Dean chuckled, “This is between me and you. And we’ve waited long enough.”

“Yeah, cuz that’s not ominous-sounding or anything.”

Dean rolled his eyes, pulling through the last of the trees and into the edge of the clearing, then backing up till the trunk was facing the edge of the ridge. The clearing was the edge of the forest before a natural drop-off; the grass died out a few yards from the tree line leaving dirt and gravel, but the view from the edge was incredible—and the fall was deadly, hence the block for tourists.

Dean parked and turned off the Impala before turning to face the woman in the front seat. “C’mon, Y/N. A little faith here—I just wanted us to have some time alone, you know? Something special. You know I’d fall apart without you, hell, you’ve saved mine and Sammy’s life several times, but it’s more than that. We don’t just need you for your hunting skills—“

“Or the fact that I could kick both your asses and I’m a better researcher than the two of you put together.”

“Haha. It’s more than one and one makes two. It makes sense for you to be with us, for us to be together, but put aside the math and the logic of it; I want to make you feel…wanted.”

Dean reached over, grabbing Y/N hand to squeeze.

“This is about how you’re more than everything I need. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t know how you do what you do, the way you can make me smile at the weirdest times, the way that everything that doesn’t make sense about me, makes sense when I’m with you.”

Dean faltered, unfamiliar with this mushy stuff… but Y/N’s eyes were melting, and the smile on her face…it was the same smile she gave him after a particularly slow, sweet love making session. So, he soldiered on.

“This trip is about the two of us,” Dean squeezed her hand in his, “and how I wanna hold your hand forever… and kiss your lips…” He leaned forward and caught a glimpse of her smile before she mirrored him and gave him a sweet kiss, all lips with just a hint of tongue.

He leaned back and smiled at the look in her eyes.

“C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

It was a little cooler than Dean had been expecting outside of the car, which made Dean smile—more incentive to wrap her up. The view was…breathtaking. There were quite a few clouds in the wide open sky in front of them, and they were all painted surreal shades of orange, purple, pink and gold as the horizon was dominated by the half globe of the setting sun.

“Oh…Dean. It’s incredible.”

Score two for the boyfriend.

Dean boosted himself on top of the trunk, then pulled Y/N up in between his legs, cradling her against his chest as she took in the full sight and he lost himself in the feel of her curves and the smell of her hair.

He truly was one lucky son of a bitch.

The moment needed no words—they sat there together, watching the sun set and holding each other, and Dean had the fleeting thought that surely this moment would be added to his heaven landscape—and he was glad that he might get the chance to relive this on a loop one day.

When the last of the colors began to fade away, Y/N shifted in his arms, turning to press another sweet kiss to his lips. Dean slipped his hand into her hair, angling her to deepen the contact, losing himself in the taste of her in the way he rarely gave himself time to do anymore.

Then he heard it—the splat of water on windshield.  He looked up just in time for the next raindrop to land on his cheek.

“Oh, come on.”

The light sprinkle was already speeding up to be a steady drizzle as Dean groaned, sliding both himself and Y/N off the car.

“What’s wrong, Dean?”

“This” Dean pointed up to the cloudy sky, the magnificent colors gone to reveal a light gray shade that was playing hell with his evening. “I had a whole thing planned—camp out under the stars, cozy campfire, some quiet time alone,” Dean arched his eyebrows and Y/N chuckled, “the works. Fucking rain.”

Then Y/N tilted her head back, letting the rain wash her face as she spread her arms out—as if she’d embrace the storm if she could.

“I love the rain, though. The way it sounds on metal,” Dean listened to the music of it on the car and could kinda see her point, “the way it drops the temperature and clears the air… and especially the smell.”

“The smell?”

Y/N smiled, her eyes still closed and facing the sky. “Yeah. Petrichor…it means the smell of dust after rain. I’ve always liked it….”

She cracked her eyes open then, laughing to find Dean staring at her incredulously.

“Seriously, Dean—what’s wrong with a little rain?”

She started spinning in the drizzle, the rain coming down hard enough that her hair was starting to get slicked back and her oversize loose shirt began to cling to her curves in a way that Dean definitely noticed.

Y/N was still spinning slowly, practically dancing in the rain, her eyes coming back to Dean’s again and again as he stared at her child-like abandon and the joy that radiated from her.

“At this moment? Not a damn thing.”

Dean moved forward and caught her in his arms, pulling her into his chest.

Y/N chuckled again and then Dean’s mouth was on hers, and her mouth was otherwise occupied.

When they finally surfaced for breath, Dean realized the shower had slackened—it was barely sprinkling now, and the clouds were dispersing to reveal the night sky.

“Look, Y/N.” He guided her chin up to see the stars. This deep into the national forest, the light pollution was minimal, and maybe it was the recent rain, but the air seemed extra clear tonight. Peeking out from behind the clouds, the stars were finally making themselves seen, twinkling and filling the night landscape.

“Oh, wow. Dean, it’s---it’s like a fairytale, or a dream.”

He smiled, turning her around so that her back was to his chest, her head leaned back on his shoulder as she continued to stargaze. He’d brought a tarp and some sleeping bags for that purpose, but he couldn’t bring himself to let her out of his arms right now. The moment was too perfect to spoil with distance.

“That’s all I ever wanted, Y/N. As good as you make me feel, I wanna make you feel better.” Dean leaned his head in and whispered in her ear as he pulled her even tighter into his chest, “better than your fairy tales, better than your best dreams.

“I’ll never let you forget it.”

“Forget what, Dean?”

Y/N turned enough to look up into Dean’s eyes, her own sparkling with something that looked suspiciously like tears in the starlight, but the smile on her face gave him the courage to continue.

“Just how much I need you—how much I want you in my life. Just how important you are to me….”

A part of Dean wanted to keep going, but this was getting way too mushy and open for him, so he did what he did best—acted instead of talked. He leaned in, showing her with his kiss just how much she meant to him, since he wasn’t comfortable saying it out loud to her, no matter how much she might deserve to hear it.

When the kiss was broken, it was Y/N who pulled back to look up at him. Her smile was knowing, understanding, and Dean smiled back, acknowledging his own embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Dean. This is incredible, and I love that you did it—but I know you love me without any grand gestures. And you know I love you.

“There are some things that could never possibly be forgotten.”

Then she pulled him down for another kiss, and Dean focused on the amazing woman in his arms and making her feel wanted in every possible way for the rest of the night.

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Where You Belong

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None?

Words: 1,287

For Kayla’s Birthday Challenge!! { @one-shots-supernatural } Quote: “Home is not where you are from, it’s where you belong.”

Laughter came from you and Jensen as you both watched Jared and Gen follow their two boys, who were  now dragging Cliff towards one of the carnival rides. Quiet groans came from the large man, but he knew he couldn’t say no to those two.

Leaning against the warm metal gate that had time to cook in the sun throughout the day, smiles remained on you both as you watched your friends get strapped in.

Clif was a really good friend of yours and it was nothing new for you to hang out with him, especially while he was with Jensen and the Padalecki family.

You all got along instantly, just like Cliff knew you would, and the group of you became a close knit family just as fast.

“You seem like you’re having a lot of fun.” As the ride started, you glanced over at Jensen briefly before looking back at Cliff to see how he was handling the ride you knew he didn’t want to go on.

“Yeah. My home town used to throw these things all the time. It was one of my favorite things to do.”

“You miss it?” Feeling his eyes on you already, you shifted your weight and cocked your head to meet his gaze.

“Yeah. I do. I’ll always miss it.” There was something about his stare that you couldn’t place. Then it was almost as if he was going to ask you something else. But if he was, you were both interrupted by a shriek followed by uncontrollable laughter.

Seeing Gen covering her face and the fact that it was Jared that was laughing made you both chuckle softly. Then your smile softened as you both saw him wrap his arm around her and pull her close, kissing the top of her head.

“You ever think about moving back?” Jensen couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or if it was beating so fast that he just couldn’t tell as you looked like you went into deep thought about it. 

“I used to.” That helped him relax a little more.

Feelings had quickly grown for you ever since you came around. And though he was too chicken to do anything about it, he was afraid of losing you. He didn’t think that you were going anywhere, but nothing was holding you here either.

“But I’ve learned over the years that.......home isn’t always where you’re from, it’s where you belong.” With a soft smile, you looked back to the ride as it began to slow to a stop. “And I feel like I belong here.”

Jensen had trouble taking his eyes off you, but once he could, the thought that was running through his head slipped through his lips.

“I do too.” Your head instantly snapped back, watching him stare off towards the ride. It was quiet, but you were sure that you heard him right.

As your mouth opened to question him, he let go of the bar and knelt down slightly as Thomas came running toward him.

“Hey!” he chuckled as the older Padalecki boy jumped in his arms. “Were you scared?”

“No!”

“No!?” Tom shook his head energetically with a huge smile on his face.

For the rest of the night Jensen seemed to avoid looking at you. You weren’t sure if he knew that you heard him or if he was just afraid that you did. He tried to act normal, but you could see the hesitation.

The kids were quickly losing their energy, so the night was called after about another hour. 

You, Jensen and Clif hung out for awhile longer at Jared’s house. The adults enjoying a beer while the boys had a small bowl of ice cream before going to bed.

It was a little after that, that Clif called it a night, then you and Jensen were next.

Playing with your keys, you both walked out to the curb where his car was parked right behind yours.

“You gonna be alright heading home on your own?” you asked just to lighten the mood before leaving him for the night. 

He finally met your eyes briefly, almost looking confused as to why you were even talking to him. But then a slight sarcastic laugh came from him before quickly turning into a genuine lighthearted one.

“Yeah. I think that I’ll be okay.” The smiles from earlier finally reappeared on both your faces, making you feel a little better.

Biting your lip, you looked up from the keys dangling in your hand to see that he was staring down at his front tire, still avoiding eye contact as much as he could.

You took that as a sign for you to go. So, gripping your keys, you unlocked the car and opened your door, holding it there for a moment so you could tell him goodnight before climbing in. But he ended up speaking before you could do so.

“Unless you uh........” he paused long enough to let his fear get the best of him, and you knew it. You saw the second he snapped it hit him too. “You know what? Never mind. It’s late, and you’re probably tired. I should get some sleep too, so.....”  he inhaled sharply and nodded stiffly as he opened his own door.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

After pulling into his driveway, Jensen sat in his car for a moment more. Kicking himself for not saying something to you. For hiding all this. It was just torturing him slowly and he didn’t get why he couldn’t just spit it out.

Sighing heavily, he pulled the keys from the ignition and got out of the car, dragging his feet towards his front door.

He could heard cars in the distance, but didn’t think anything of it. It was typical to hear every now and again, even this far from the highway and main roads.

But as the sound of an engine kept getting closer, he unlocked his front door and looked back toward the road out of curiosity. Instead of seeing the car and heading inside like he normally would, he paused.

The car pulled up behind his in the driveway and it wasn’t going slow by any means.

Confused, he waited until you got out of the car before even trying to question what the hell you were doing.

“Y/N.......what......” he was at a loss for words.

After you jumped out of the car, you began to speed walk toward him. No words spoken, no explanation as to why you just sped up the road and into his driveway. Nothing.

“What are you..........” Before he could finish his sentence, your hands flew around his neck, pulling his lips to yours since you were shorter than him. You were tired of dancing around it, so you jumped at the opportunity.

You only meant for it to be a quick kiss, but the second your lips touched his and he kissed back, you couldn’t stop. And honestly, you didn’t think he could either.

A shaky, heavy sigh escaped your parted lips as he pulled away slowly. Your eyes remaining closed for just a few beats more before meeting his amazing green ones.

The looked of slight confusion stared back at you, and in that moment only one phrase came to mind.

“I was tired of waiting for you.” His heart stopping smile slowly grew before a breathless chuckle followed.

But then your eyes fell shut again as his fingers softly slid over your cheek and he pulled you in for another kiss that was sure to kill you.

[iwantthedean]

Baseball & Fireworks

Summary: The handsome guy who frequents your liquor store in Lebanon finally takes you on a date.  Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2030 Warnings: None? Challenge: Kayla’s Birthday Challenge! My prompts were, “You’ve gotta stop saying things that make me want to kiss you.” and a baseball game date. @one-shots-supernatural

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No one in town knew much about Dean Winchester. He and his brother Sam would come into town occasionally for groceries or gas or liquor, but they never attended a single block party or browsed the yard sales. You had only seen them in the Lebanon Diner once or twice, and, to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure where they even lived.

It was the liquor that crossed your path with Dean’s in the first place. There was no telling how he found your hole-in-the-wall liquor store, but he always came in to your shop as opposed to the bigger liquor store in the main part of town. The two of you would flirt while he pretended to browse the beer selection and then the whiskey selection, before always choosing the same twelve-pack of beer and the same bottle of whiskey every time. Finally, one day, you got up the nerve to ask him about it.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s always good to see you,” you told him, “but you spend a lot of time browsing in here to always choose the same things.”

Dean shrugged, placing the usual items on the counter. “I guess I enjoy your company so by pretending to browse, I get to enjoy it for longer.”

You could feel the heat of a blush creep over your cheeks. You bit your lip and dove into a level of confidence that was new for you. “You could ask me out, you know.”

“Like on a date?” Dean said, raising his brow.

You nodded. “Yes, a date. I mean, it’s one way to enjoy each other’s company for longer and I have tickets to a Royals game Friday night …”

He faltered just long enough for your confidence to shrivel up. You started making apologies for being so forward when you didn’t really know each other, but Dean finally stopped you.

“Y/N, don’t worry about it, really. It’s just that my job is kind of a touch and go thing, it’s hard to tell if I’ll be free Friday night or not.”

You nodded. “I understand. Tell you what, how about we ring these up for you, forget about the embarrassing show I put on, and call it a night?”

“Hey,” Dean chuckled, stepping around and behind the counter. He took your hand lightly in his and got to eye level with you. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to take you on a date. Really, I would love to. I don’t want to tell you I’ll be there, then have to bail.”

“What if we made it a tentative date? I’ll keep in mind that you may be called away for work, and if that happens, I’ll try not to take it personal.”

“If that happens,” Dean said, “I’ll call and tell you, and as soon as I’m back, I’ll take you out to dinner. That way you know it’s not personal.”

You thought that over, then smiled. “Sounds good to me.”

“Good,” Dean said, releasing your hand. “Can’t wait.”

You finishing ringing in his purchases, then waved when he turned at the door to tell you goodnight. You couldn’t help but wish with everything in you that nothing would come up with Dean’s job before Friday.

 By the time Friday came around, Dean was pushing it coming back from a hunt in Missouri to get cleaned up, pick Y/N up from her house, and head to Kaufman Stadium. It was roughly a four-hour drive, but Dean didn’t mind. That was eight hours round-trip he would get to spend with Y/N.

No woman had ever made him as shy or nervous as Y/N did. Maybe it was that Midwest upbringing she was a product of, with her pretty smile and friendly attitude towards everyone who came in contact with her. She didn’t know about the times he had seen her at the grocery store, helping an elderly person or waving at a neighbor. Maybe because she was the type of girl Dean imagined he would have ended up with if the supernatural hadn’t ever been part of his life, but something about Y/N really caught his eye.

She was locking the front door of her house behind her when he pulled up in the Impala. Dean could see that she was trying to fight a smile at his presence, but he didn’t bother hiding his smile. He was too excited, too grateful that he had managed to make it on time.

“We’re going to miss some of the first inning,” she teased.

Dean opened the passenger door for her. “Maybe. C’mon, sweetheart, hop in. We’ll get to KC in no time.”

Y/N kissed him on the cheek before sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala and buckling her seatbelt. Dean got into the driver’s side and buckled his seatbelt too, before navigating back onto the road.

The four hours between Lebanon and Kansas City was filled with steady conversation. Dean asked a lot of questions about her childhood in Lebanon, how she had come to own the liquor store, and what she liked to do in free time. He offered up some vague information about his childhood, his work, and then switched the subject to baseball. She was well-versed on the sport, and Dean was looking forward to spending the evening taking in the game with her. Every moment they spent in that car together made him wish that he was the kind to have serious relationships. Even so, Dean already knew one date with this girl was going to be more than enough to get him hooked, let alone a full-on relationship.

“Beer and hot dog?” he asked once they were in the stadium and passing the concession stand.

Y/N put her fists on her hips; for a moment Dean worried she was going to go off on some healthy eating bullshit. “Dean Winchester! What kind of a girl do you think I am? As if you could take me to a baseball game and not buy me beer and at least one hot dog!”

Dean’s worried expression broke into a smile. The date was really only beginning, and he was already hooked.

 “I should warn you,” you started with a cheek full of your first ballpark frank, “that I get kind of loud during baseball games.”

Dean chuckled. “Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you get fired up, ‘cause I sure can’t imagine it.”

“Hey, I’m not the sweet, small-town girl you think I am. Not all the time anyway.” You sent him a wink and immediately giggled. No, you weren’t always that girl, but you weren’t the opposite of her either. You could flirt with the best of them, but you rarely crossed the line.

Dean looked at you, smiled, and shook his head. You didn’t know him well enough yet to understand what that wistful look in his eye meant, but as it was tinged with sadness, you really hoped it wasn’t anything you had said or done.

Four hot dogs and three beers later, you and Dean were both yelling at the umpire for shitty calls and cheering on your favorite players as they rounded home plate. Whatever sadness he had been feeling seemed to fade away as the two of you laughed together and held hands and enjoyed the game.

After the game, there was an extra-long fireworks show after the Royals win. Dean pulled you back against his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You were grinning at the fireworks as it was, but the soft kiss he placed to the top of your head had you smiling from ear-to-ear. You turned to Dean and he leaned his ear close to your mouth.

“This is my favorite part,” you told him.

Dean’s head turned only slightly so that his mouth was close to yours. This was your favorite part … that first kiss with someone you really liked, who made your heart beat faster and slower at the same time, like in that movie you had seen years ago –

You watched as he pressed his lips together and that wistful, slightly sad look appeared in his eyes again, illuminated by the fireworks bursting in the sky.

After the fireworks were over, Dean held tight to your hand as the two of you filed out of the stadium with the rest of the crowd. It took a while to get out of the parking lot, but once you were on the highway, the silence between the two of you was thick with tension.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek for several minutes before you finally decided the silence and the tension was too much.

“Dean?”

He glanced at you before returning his eyes to the road. “Yeah.”

“Um, I was wondering – I mean, I thought things were going well – okay, so we don’t know each other as good as we could, but I do like you. And I had fun at the game – more fun than I’ve ever had at a game, being there with you. But now –”

You were interrupted by Dean quickly pulling the Impala to the side of the road. He got out and slammed the door behind him, kicking at a couple of rocks and breathing deep, finally settling to lean on the hood of the Impala. The headlights made his eyes look even more green than usual. With no idea what had him so upset, you got out of the car, shut the door, and stood next to the front passenger tire.

Dean looked up at you, licking his lips and shaking his head. “You gotta stop saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

You raised your brow. “But …?”

Dean blew out a long breath as he approached you. “Y/N, I told you before my job is touch and go, but to be more clear, more honest, my whole life is touch and go. I’ve had one serious relationship in my life and even that was …”

“Touch and go?” you offered.

“Something like that,” Dean said, finally showing a bit of a smile. He took your hands in his and licked his lips again. “I don’t want to only be half-in with you. You’re the first woman I’ve encountered in a long time who has made me wish my life was something different. The thing is, if I kiss you – I’m already so far gone on you, from a few trips to the liquor store, let alone this date. Thank Chuck you brought up the baseball tickets because I probably never would have taken it farther than the liquor store.”

You laughed, then frowned. “Who’s Chuck?”

Dean frowned, then squeezed your hands. “Uh, that’s just something I say, I guess. Anyway, the point is, if I kiss you, Y/N, I’ll be so far gone, there won’t be any coming back.”

You couldn’t help step closer to him. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might never slow down.

“Dean, this was just a baseball game, not a marriage proposal. I really like you and I promise, I’m just as far gone as you are. But this is just the beginning. If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out, but I really hope it does.” You paused for a moment. “I get it. Your life is crazy and you don’t do relationships. Maybe we’ll be the exception, maybe we won’t. In the meantime, would it really be so awful if we just … tried?”

You could see him searching your face for the answers. You would never know what made Dean decide you were worth the risk, but as Dean let go of your hands to cup your face and smiled down at you, you knew that Dean and the zero promises he was making was worth the risk, too.

There were no fireworks in the sky, and it didn’t happen in a baseball stadium, but that first kiss with Dean, on the side of I-70 with the Impala still running and cars rushing past, was full of more fireworks than you have ever experienced in your life.

[hollygopossumlovesj2]

Hunting Island

(Credit to whom ever this pic belongs to. I got it off Google)

Title: Hunting Island

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen/You

Warnings: Rated NC-17 for smut, there’s a tiny modicum of angst if you squint and fluff all round!

Word Count: 5,793

Summary: Jensen needs a vacation but what he gets is a new way of looking at things.

This was written for Kayla’s Birthday Challenge @one-shots-supernatural! Thanks so much for letting me join the challenge. This was a lot of fun and I hope you have a great birthday on May 17! My quote was: “Petrichor… it means the smell of the rain after it falls.” And my place was Camping!

It’s been difficult for Jensen to go anywhere lately without being noticed by someone. And while he usually doesn’t mind signing an autograph or taking a picture or two, the man needs a vacation. Last night, you could tell by the gravel tone of his voice over the phone that the man was exhausted.

Luckily, season 12 of Supernatural had just wrapped, and he was headed home to you for a much needed break.

 After your last phone call with him, it had been easy to think that perhaps he was just tired from the wrap party he’d been to the night before. So, you’d tried to keep yourself occupied with straightening up the house you shared with him in Austin and making sure you’d packed everything. Instead of worrying.

Jensen had come up with the idea for this trip all on his own and it kind of made you so damn happy you could burst with it.  

After a good 24 hours rest, Jensen planned for the two of you to drive to the SC coast to go camping at Hunting Island State Park. It was somewhere you’d gone as a child with your parents and you knew it would be isolated enough for Jensen to be able to relax there.

You had been dating Jensen for nearly two years now, but it still made you glow with affection when he remembered these little details about you.

The only thing that concerned you was that he insisted that you were going to camp. In a tent. You had no issues with camping, having spent the majority of your life enjoying the outdoors. You just worried that perhaps he was biting off more than he could chew at the moment. That maybe he was trying too hard to make up for all the time he spent away from you.

He’d denied having thought any such thing when you brought it up. So, you’d dutifully dug his blue tent out of the garage with all of the other camping gear like he’d requested. It wasn’t like you’d be roughing it. There were bath houses, after all.

Time seemed to drag on especially slowly when you knew he was on his way home. He always insisted that Cliff would pick him up so you wouldn’t have to deal with the hassle of the crowd. So, most of the time you were left to wait impatiently at home. You always worried about him since he traveled so much. You always hoped vehemently for his safe return.

It was 2 am when you finally hear the tell tale noises of his key jiggling into the front door lock. It makes you spring clumsily from where you’d fallen asleep at the kitchen table, your forehead nearly stuck to your arm.

By the time you make it around the corner, Jensen is inside and already dropping his two bags to catch you in his arms. His grip is fierce as he groans appreciatively into your neck where he’s immediately buried his face on a deep inhale.

“God, I missed you.” His voice hasn’t smoothed out any, dropping out a little like he’s talked himself hoarse. He sounds even more exhausted as he sways a little in your arms.

You feel ridiculous moisture burn behind your eyes as you hug him back just as strongly beneath his jacket. You tuck your face into his layers of clothes so that you can nose against the body heated fabric of his t shirt over his collarbone. He smells of warm spices, the leather of his black jacket and home.

“Missed you…” You whisper as you drag the delicate skin of your lips across the pointy stubble of his sharp jaw and cheek before your lips meet in a reverent kiss.

You feel a stab of pleasure in your tummy at the noise of contentment he makes at the back of his throat when he flicks his tongue across your lower lip.

There is nothing heated or dirty about the way his lips are on yours, but it still threatens to consume you. There is nothing ordinary or mundane about any moment spent with this man.

He cradles the side of your face in one long fingered hand, his sleep deprived eyes blood shot and damp as they look you over. A tilted smile brightens his features and even that is breath taking. “What’d you do to your forehead?” The fingers of his free hand come up to brush the hair from your face.

“Nothing.” Admittedly, it was a little defensive, but you know he was thinking that you’d hit your head on something. You are,, after all, a bit of a clutz. “I fell asleep at the table.” You finally offer up a little sheepishly when the only response Jensen gives you is a lifted eyebrow.

His chuckle is low but thoroughly amused as he dips down to brush his warm lips against the reddened patch of skin. His hand slides down to the small of your back where he presses you closer to him. You would never not want to be held close by him.

You try to keep it mostly to yourself, how much you miss him while he’s gone. You refuse to be one of those clingy girlfriends that insert themselves into everything their boyfriend do. You have your own job as an author and friends to keep you company on those long weeks away from him. Plus, you don’t want to be just another thing that he has to worry about.

But when he finally does come home, you suspect that he misses you just as deeply as you miss him. You’d tried to cut this front door greeting off before I’m the past, knowing that he’d probably want a hot shower to wash off the grime of travel and then bed. He’d always grumbled, holding you a little tighter, refusing to let you go. So there was nothing left for you to do but to bask in his undivided attention.

Eventually he manages to pull one arm away to grab his bags and you both struggle to fit beside each other as you walk down the hall to the bedroom. You’d offered to take one of his bags for him before, but that had just resulted in more grumbling and a closer hold. So, you stumble beside him when he accidentally hits the wall with the bags and giggle in a sleep deprived haze.

Predictably, he finally relinquishes his hold on you. He drops his bags again just as carelessly as before and then begins shedding clothes. You always take this opportunity to admire him while he’s occupied and unable to distract you. You love to watch the sculpted muscles in his back work as he steps gingerly on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

He never bothers to close the door anymore as he goes about his routine of relieving himself and then brushing his teeth before finally having a steaming shower. You’re able to lay in bed, after changing into pajamas, and listen to him sing whatever song is stuck in his head.

Tonight, his voice is still cracking in places as he mumbles the words to a Taylor Swift song and it makes your sleepy face muscles ache with the stupid smile. He’s never great with drying off completely before he drags on a clean pair of boxer briefs and falls into bed. Which makes you ache in other places until you can finally get your mouth on his steam flushed skin.

He hums contentedly, one hand automatically threading through your hair as you mouth and kiss at his still damp neck. The other hand slowly slides up and down your back in a comforting cadence which makes you feel like he understands your need for this. Your first instinct is always to leave him alone so that he can sleep, but then you’re overcome with the need to touch and satisfy that he’s really there. So, you’ve long given into your desire to taste and touch his skin.

His hand eventually migrates down to your hip to rock you over his growing bulge, making his black boxer briefs tighten. You let him tease for just a moment longer before you slide your body down further, cradled nicely by his thick thighs and bow legs. Your shirt rides up enough that you can feel him hot and straining against your stomach as you kiss and tease your way down further.

He groans appreciatively as you pause to suck a deep mark into cluster of freckles dotted over the vulnerable skin just beneath the waist band of his shorts. His muscles jump beneath the tender skin as his cock jerks and strains against its cotton entrapment. And for a moment you hesitate, unable to decide if you just want to get your mouth on his silky flesh or if you want him to lazily thrust into you and fill you up.

You buy yourself some time to think while you mouth and suck him through the fabric, tasting the salty bitterness of his precome already soaking through. His groan is a little thready as he can’t help but tilt his hips up into your lips, looking for more friction.

You pause a moment to look over the hills and valleys of his writhing body to take in his face as you tease his clothed balls with your finger tips. His face is blood warmed and flush, his parted lips wet and bitten. His eyes are heavy with arousal, begging you for release but you can still see the darkened bags beneath them that give away how tired he is.

That cinches the answer in your mind as you waste no time in dragging his boxer briefs off. He tips his hips up to help you, eager for your attention. Holding him in your hand, you lick a broad stripe from base to tip to slick the way for your lips. Feeling his needy moan as sharp pleasure in your chest, you suckle the bloated, spongy head into your mouth.

Being so close to him, all you can smell is the sharp, heady scent of his clean sweat mixed with the musky oils in his skin. That, combined with the concentrated salty tang of precome on your tongue is overwhelming. This is all yours. This scent. This taste. This weight on your tongue. He doesn’t give this to anyone but you. He trusts you to take him apart and put him back together again.The trust he has in you is implicit and you’re determined to show him how much that means to you.

He’s got one hand resting on the back of your neck, holding your hair out of the way, while the other is heavy on your shoulder. They’re just resting there but you wouldn’t mind if he were to start guiding your movements. If he were to take control and use your mouth as a device for his own pleasure. As it is, you don’t take any more time to tease before you let him slide nearly all the way to the back of your throat, your tongue massaging the thick vein all the way down.

A moan punches out of his throat as his head tips back against the pillows. You notice with satisfaction the rose splotched skin of his exposed neck as his Adam’s apple rolls on a swallow. His visceral reactions fill you with a heavy sense of pride as you set up a steady rhythm that makes his hips rock in aborted thrusts.

He’s lost that Southern twang somewhere over the years, but you recognize it in the slight slur of his breathy “Fuck, darlin’.” The tips of his fingers dig into your scalp and bunch up your shirt as you slide his throbbing length all the way to hold in the back of your throat. The whine that escapes him is worth fighting your gag reflex to swallow around him.

His hips stutter and twitch as you repeat the motion a couple of times. The tendons in his neck are stretched tight, straining the choppy sighs of pleasure leaving his throat in desperate bursts. You slide a hand reverently up over his thickly muscled thigh and hip to feel the delicate skin of his taut stomach twitch and tremble before his sweaty hand threads his fingers over yours.

The sweet gesture causes your eyes to flutter closed as you pull back a moment to breathe before sucking him long and hard on the way down and then back up. You take a moment to tongue into his slit, before paying special attention to the bundle of nerves just below his mushroomed head. Your hand glides easily over his silky, hot skin through the mess of spit and precome.

“Y/N… Oh, fuck-.” His breathing is ragged, his grip unconsciously tightening over your hair and hand so that your bones grind together. “Gonna. Baby, I’m gonna-“ He manages to gasp in tortured agony before you swallow him down one last time. You hold him there just to feel him twitch and engorge further before his release pulses down the back of your throat.

His back is a severe arch, his hips lifted and twitching upward off the bed because you’re not pining him down. He’s too tired to keep from sobbing out his pleasure through his shock wide opened mouth. You ease him back down slowly and carefully, squeezing the backs of his thighs and enjoying the way the contractions still jump and his breath hitches in his throat.

By the time he’s lying flat on the bed and you crawl up to give him a kiss he’s mostly asleep. He grunts, his lips sloppily trying to return the kiss through a pleasure exhausted haze. You brush his productless, freshly dried hair from his forehead with tender fingers. Jensen has all the tension of a cooked spaghetti noodle and his ease makes you smile and kiss his cheek. “Sleep.”

It was about a 19  hour drive to Hunting Island State Park, South Carolina from your home in Austin, Texas. However, including several food and fuel stops, you made it in about 24. You and Jensen had been eager to make it to this little barrier island of freedom. So, you’d traded off driving responsibilities.

However, with Jensen’s compunction to fall asleep when the wheels started rolling in any vehicle, it was you who ended up driving for the majority of time. You didn’t mind one bit, knowing that the man was finally getting some rest was enough reason for you to keep your foot on the accelerator.

It was a point of pride for you, being able to travel well. It was something you’d learned from your father. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were able to snap unlimited slack jawed blackmail photos of Jensen deeply asleep with his face mushed into his jacket and window.

It took you a few months to get over the guilt of snapping pictures of Jensen unawares, like you were some intrusive paparazzi. It hadn’t taken too long after for that to realize that these pictures were never intended to go anywhere but to soothe you while he was away. Jensen was quick to agree with that.

If Jensen wasn’t asleep, he was flipping through his iPod, searching suitable road trip music to sing to. It ranged anywhere from ‘Stairway to Heaven’ to something like ‘Hakuna Matata’. Jensen had quite the extensive music collection and absolutely no self-consciousness to hold him back from singing at the top of his lungs.

It was a little unfair how punch drunk you still got sitting beside him while he belted out the Eric Church song ‘Smoke a Little Smoke’ with abandon, complete with shifting shoulders. His now barefoot stomping out a clear beat against the SUV’s dashboard. The sun is glinting of the shiny black of his Aviators and blinding smile. The wind blowing in heavy from the open window buffeting his soft, productless hair, highlighting the streaks of auburn.

Yeah, you were a little stupid over this man.

As you traveled south, you noticed the cloud cover becoming more and more prominent. However, there was only a 20% chance of thunderstorms, Jensen assured you that he had checked.

Along with Jensen’s increasingly relaxed attitude, you noticed that he gave even less consideration to what he was putting into his mouth. Not that you were complaining. You always watched on in sympathy if he was on a juice cleanse while he was home. His large, expressive eyes looking at a glass of green stuff with open disdain somehow pulled your heart strings.

The plan was to get camp set up as soon as possible and then drive back to one of the bigger islands to stock up on food. Jensen was insanely excited about getting marshmallows to roast over a campfire at some point this week. The man could be such a child and you loved it. However, in counterpoint to that, the man could hold himself to such rigid expectations that you often worried about his self-imposed stress levels.

But, this trip was to help him relax and put Season 12 and all of its stressors out of his mind for a little while.

The hike into the tent campsites on the island were a good mile in, but you decided the view and seclusion was well worth it. The tent construction itself was a little unorganized but done with lots of joking a laughter. Yes. With your toes finally in the sand, salty sea breeze in your face and the man you loved before you? This was shaping up to be just what was needed.

The problems didn’t start until you were startled awake by the loudest clap of thunder echoing across the open ocean and vibrating through the covers surrounding the two of you. You’d managed to relax back into Jensen’s chest when the first large drop of rain splattered against the flimsy material of the tent.

“Wha-?” Jensen sat up quickly in confusion, dislodging your comfy spot. That’s when the sky opened up, dumping buckets of rain.

“It’s just the rain.” You patted blindly behind you, catching somewhere on his chest. “Go back to sleep.” You fumbled around at the front of the tent to make sure the cell phones, etc were enclosed in the ziplock baggie still. Satisfied that everything was safe, you relaxed back down in anticipation of falling asleep to the patter of rain when Jensen cussed and sat up again.

“Shit.” He repeated, throwing off the blanket. “The damn tent is leaking.”

Well, shit. There was no way you could get from the tent to the car without getting soaked and probably twisting an ankle. The best bet was probably to just stay put and wait until morning.

“I checked. It was only 20% if that! And this tent is supposed to be leak proof.” You could already tell Jensen was ramping up for freak out, already undoing any progress he’d made on the drive here.

“Jay, its fine. It’s just a little water. The important stuff is protected…” You reached your hand out again as you sat up, trying to find him in the pitch black of the two-person tent. Water dripped through the land on the top of your head. Okay, so that could prove to be kind of annoying. “We’ll just stop by the laundromat in town and-“

“I don’t want you to spend a day of our vacation stuck in a damn laundromat!” Here we go.

Your hand finally landed on his shoulder which was already rigid with tension. “We can adapt. If you want, we can get a hotel tomorrow. It’s gonna be…”

“If you say ‘fine’ one more time, Y/N, I swear to God.” Another cataclysmic clap of thunder was closely followed by a blinding flash of lighting that lit up Jensen’s down turned face. “I just. I need a damn minute, okay?”

The worst thing about this entire situation, including the new places on the top of the tent that began to drop down in earnest now, was Jensen’s self-imposed flagellation. Until he was ready to admit that things were going to be okay on his own, the tent was going to be an uncomfortable pit of anxiety and stress. Forgive you if you weren’t on board with that. This was your vacation too and you didn’t give a damn if it was spent holed up in a leaky tent or stranded on the side of the road. But how the hell were you supposed to make Jensen see that if he wasn’t listening to reason?

Jensen’s POV

When she was suddenly unzipping the tent aggressively and stepping out into the storm in her damn pajama shorts and tank top I knew I was in trouble. “Hey, where are you going?”

She shot me a stern look, as stern as she could be getting immediately soaked by the rain, before she zipped up the tent behind her.

I just knew that she was going to attempt the trail back to the car on her own in the pitch black. That she would rather risk breaking an arm or leg than to spend one more minute stuck with me in this tent. I couldn’t actually bring myself to blame her in any way.

I couldn’t do anything to fix this situation, I mean how could I? I can’t influence the weather. All I ever strove for was perfection and I was always landing so far from the mark lately. It was only a matter of time before she became frustrated with me too. But that didn’t mean she should endanger herself just to get away from me. If anything happened to her I’d never forgive myself.

As I unzipped the tent, preparing to go after and explain that I’d stay as far away from her in the tent as possible, I was drawn up short by what was right in front of me. My jaw was hanging open either in shock of just what the hell she was doing or just how damn hot she looked.

She had gone over to the cooler of drinks, pulled out a beer and was proceeding to drink it in one go. The rain had wasted no time in soaking through the thin fabric of her pajamas, flattening her hair to her head. Somehow I was outside of the tent, the warm sheets of rain soaking my clothes instantly.

I felt my body take notice of her wet warm curves and dark eye lashes highlighted only by the flashes of lightening. It was hard to tell if the storm was moving away or just getting started. All feelings of disappointment vanished to be replaced with confused arousal. “What are you doing?” I let my shaky legs carry me over to her, my hands immediately reaching out to touch her arms in the rain soaked shirt warmed by her skin. Relief rushed over me as I was able to touch and feel her still standing here with me.

“Well,” she began, shrugging as she ran her tongue maddeningly over her wet bottom lip. “If you can’t beat it, embrace it. Learn how to dance in the rain and all that.”

“Learn how to…” I trailed off, the smile on my face and burning affection in my chest overwhelming my words. I was constantly learning from her and she made it look so damn effortless. I pulled her to my chest, my arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders and tucked her head protectively beneath my chin. “What did I do to deserve you?”  

Her response was muffled into my saturated t shirt, “I dunno. It must’ve been something awful.”

It felt like it was happening in slow mo, when in all actuality it happened at the same time. I’d pulled her face to mine so that I could kiss the self-doubt directly out of her mouth so it couldn’t hurt her anymore. But just as our lips met, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, lightening flashed blindingly white against my closed eye lids and it felt like a current shot through me like a tuning fork. It was all followed by a clap of thunder that vibrated hard in my chest and stole my breath.

She pulled away instantly, a bright look of wonder on her face before we both turned to run back to the illusion of safety that was the tent. Oddly, as I followed Y/N’s lead and began ditching my wet, sagging clothes, an epiphany struck me much like it felt like the lightening had struck us seconds earlier.

In my life, I tried to challenge myself, to push myself out of my comfort zone. I felt like I had succeeded in doing that with my professional life. I’d been able to put the shy, anxious part of my personality on the back burner. But for so long I’d been lying to myself about my personal relationships. I’d always tended to gravitate towards the safe and predictable. I always put the pressure on myself when they didn’t instantly bend into what I expected them to be.

I followed her into the tent, our saturated skin sliding warmly against each other as I blanketed her body. I felt like I had pins and needles all over, every nerve alive and buzzing for stimulation. That was when I realized that this was why my relationship with her was so different.

As our mouths fumbled to meet in the dark and she wrapped her arms and legs snug around my neck and hips, it dawned on me how much she challenged me to do better without making me feel worthless. How my carefully constructed walls crumbled to dust with the full spectrum of emotions that she inspired me to feel. Of the many ways she’d effected the many facets of my life for the better.

The need to see her expressive eyes hit me like a succor punch to the gut. I pushed up suddenly, our lips making a wet smacking noise, struggling to see her face in the deep dark of the storm that continued to ramp up. It was clear that it was settling in for the long haul as the wind caused the sides of the tent to ripple. “Hey.” I steadied her face in one hand, leaning in closer so I could catch the intermittent illumination dancing across her blood flushed skin. The lightening caught the droplets of rain still on her skin, reflecting iridescence and giving her an ethereal glow.

“Hey, Jay.’ She whispered back with a smile like a secret, her white teeth flashing back at me.

A bright, tangible glow of adoration settled warmly in my chest as I helplessly smiled back. Her finger’s carded through soaking wet hair, causing stray rivulets of water to slide down my face to drip off my chin onto her neck.

She shivered against me, her soft laugh vibrating against my chest and I wanted to bind myself to her. I would meld myself into her skin and live there forever if I could. She was it for me and the realization was as much startling as it was sweet relief. To acknowledge the feeling and let it settle into my bones. The words were so easy to say, but didn’t even begin to describe the sharp pain-pleasure of it as it wrapped and squeezed around my thrashing heart. “I love you.”

“God, so much.” She breathed out just before leaning up to crush her lips into mine, welcoming my appetent tongue into her mouth with a satisfied sigh.

Our panting breath became ragged quickly, getting caught in my throat every time her slick heat brushed against my cock. Without a word, she shamelessly begged me with her body. Clinging and undulating, pinned beneath my heavy weight, as she held on tight.

Y/N’s POV

At your wit’s end, bordering on complete desperation, you bracketed your knees high on the barrel of his chest and squeezed. You tilted your hips, begging him to turn over without relinquishing your connection with his mouth. Without hesitation he followed your request, taking care to position himself with you in the center of the tent like it would protect you from the raging storm outside.

You wished that it was daytime so that you could see the air swirling with torn green leaves caught in the tempest and the dark grey wisps of storm clouds as it was mirrored in Jensen’s pleasure glazed eyes.

The wind buffeted the sides of the tent and you weren’t positive that you wouldn’t be blown away. Maybe absorbed into the violent rush never to be seen again. But nothing really pierced through the lustful haze like the exposed reverence that was revealed to you in bright, erratic flashes.

You couldn’t help but sigh, “Jay,” as you rose up on your knees, your intent plain. You wanted him buried deep inside you, for the raw look on his face to devour you until nothing was left but his soul and yours intertwined.

His face split into a heartbreaking smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with affection. And for that you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those adorable lips again.

At the tight pressure surrounding his cock bit by bit, his body tensed as he leaned forward, his forehead resting against yours. The desperate tone of your breathing in sync with each other, hands gripping shoulders and arms because you felt like you might actually be floating amidst the chaos surrounding you.

Jensen broke the synchronization with a gasp of pleasure as he bottomed out, his hands sliding down your damp skin to rest on your hips. At this point the wet could be from sweat or left over from the rain, but it didn’t matter as you slipped against each other. The pace you set was slow as you rocked in tight circles in his lap, unwilling to let go of him just yet. Even if he was going to drive back in, the distance seemed unbearable at the moment.

He tucked his head further into the crook of your neck and shoulder, breathing in deep lungfuls of your scent. He sounded dazed when he began to talk, bucking his hips up now to meet you. “Petrichor.” He paused to bit his bottom lip when you put a little roll on your hip movement. “Petrichor,” he started again in a gravely, breathy tone. “…it means the smell of the earth after it r-rains. That’s what you smell like right now.”

His eyes were pleasure glazed but so earnest as dark forest green flickered in the bright light. You sat up, driving him in a little deeper causing you both to moan, barely heard over the howling wind.

“Which makes sense because-“ You couldn’t help the smile on your face or the burn in your chest as you felt the deepest affection for Jensen’s habit of speaking while mid coitus. The man with the grumpy exterior had said some of the most endearing things.

This was yours too. Nobody got this vulnerability from him in a tent on the beach in the middle of the loudest storm you’d heard to date. “Because you’re my earth and moon and s-sun and my stars. God, you’re everything.”

He sat up, his abs tensing and flexing, before he was flush against you as you straddled his lap. You were breathless, overwhelmed. Not because of some burst of pleasure, but from the love you felt for him and from him as he guided your hips into a faster pace.

You wouldn’t last long like this, feeling the first shocks of pleasure zinging up your spine. You thread your fingers through his hair and brought his open mouth to yours, smothering his grunts of frustration. Without giving up his connection with your mouth or hips, he tucked his legs beneath him. His moan of relief vibrated in your mouth as he was finally able to thrust up like he wanted to.

His thrusts were sharp, only allowing himself to drag out partially before filling you back up and punching the breath out of your lungs on every snap. Each time he hit your sweet spot, his mouth rotating between nibbling and suckling your nipples, made you feel like you were boneless. Like everything responsible for keeping you together besides Jensen had liquified.

When he was finished with teasing your nipples, he tilted his head back, dragging gulps of oxygen in through red, swollen lips. There was a light sheen of sweat over his neck and shoulders. His debauched look completed when his liquid, glittering eyes connected with yours. “Come with me?” The nearly hoarse quality to his voice punched low in your belly and all you could do was nod. You’d follow him over the proverbial cliff. You’d follow him anywhere.

Your orgasm sent you over the edge first, your core clamping around him just as your finger nails dug into the meat of his broad shoulders. He was only seconds behind you, his pleasure ripped from him, his moans a mixture of ecstasy and pure torture. He bit into the crook of your neck and shoulder to smother his noises, creating a mouth shaped bruise that would stay, treasured there for days.

As his thrusts slowed, he tipped forward, laying you gently down in the pile of your damp blankets. He hummed contentedly as he kissed your lips, jaw and throat before a laugh escaped him. He reached back to grab the back of his thigh, digging into the muscle. “Freaking cramp, ow.” He laughed some more, tucking his flushed face against your neck. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind between grumbling and laughing.

You giggled too, your hand sneaking down his back to pinch his ass. You laughed harder at his indignant squawk, “A cramp, really?”

“Hey! It’s a sign that I’m a God of sex!” He was still laughing, his lower body twitching with discomfort.

“Do you want me to massage that pesky cramp away?” You asked with barely contained laughter and fondness.

“No. Yes. Maybe?”  

The storm was quieting down outside, the rain having stopped a little while before. You would have to spend some time at the laundry mat cleaning up after the kink in your plans. Just like the clean up you’d probably have to do in the future when things didn’t go your way. But, you knew none of that mattered, as long as Jensen was by your side through it all.

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[starthetripledevil]

Mario Legacy Challenge: 1988

Last year, the Mario siblings' father, Jumpman, died. After that, the outdoor-loving Mario picked up a new hobby, fishing.

School is continuing after the holidays, and Pauline and Luigi are talking about it as they are eating breakfast.

While the kids are at school, Lady is feeling lonely. She thinks back to all the time she spent with Jumpman... and all the things they could have done together, but now can't.

One day after school, the siblings after feeling quite happy... except Luigi, who's angry because of a particularly annoying teacher. Pauline has invited over her best friend Kayla.

(Kayla actually ages up to a teen during this visit, so I think we can assume that during this scene, Kayla has either just turned 13 or is about to turn 13 soon. She's a child in these screenshots, and at least that way, she appears to be the same age as Pauline, who's a few months younger than her.)

Being near teens in the 1980s, and especially with Pauline being a music lover, the two are naturally interested in CDs. Kayla may already have some CDs, but Pauline doesn't since the Marios don't even have a CD player... at least, not yet.

While Pauline is eating and Mario is taking a nap, Kayla gets to know Luigi better.

After returning home from work, Lady interviews Emmalyn about fashion, something which could help with her work performance in the stylist career. This is the least sad Lady has felt since her husband's death.

One night, Pauline feels determined to overcome her fear of the dark. She gains some confidence by talking to herself in the mirror, and then heads out.

And it works! Pauline might be feeling a bit scared, but her confidence is stronger than her fear.

One day, Pauline returns home from school in serious need of music. Sure, she has always been interested in music, but it seems that her want to listen to it has been even stronger than before.

It's time for Pauline's birthday party! Emmalyn is here, and so are some of Pauline's relatives.

Here we have Uncle Tony and Grandpa Nico. Nico is the only grandparent the Mario siblings have ever known, since Nico's wife died before they were born and Jumpman cut contact with his family when he moved to Brooklyn.

And, of course, Kayla is here too (with a teen makeover). It's now time for Pauline to blow out the candles.

Pauline's birthday present is a CD player. This is the best birthday present ever! Just like how her brothers got an NES a while ago, now Pauline got a music player. After the party and some renovations are done, it will be moved to Pauline's room.

For now, this music player can be used to play music for the party. Cousins Marianne and Luigeena are enjoying the music, and so is Mario.

Even Aunt Luigeena is dancing even though she is not a fan of the music.

Pauline is so happy about this gift, even her mom coming to her room to dance isn't ruining her enjoyment.

Having aged up into a teen, Pauline now has the Musical Genius aspiration and Cheerful trait.

One day while Lady is at works, Emmalyn takes the kids to the local art gallery. Mario, however, isn't that big of a fan of the stuff inside, instead preferring to be outside.

While talking to Emmalyn and each other, the Mario brothers also mention their favorite animals: Mario's is a spider and and Luigi's is a dinosaur (they are not extinct in this dimension).

Pauline spends all the time practicing her piano skills. Although her main musical interest is singing, she still wants to learn to play at least one instrument. And playing for so long, it is clear to Pauline that she likes piano.

After work, Lady goes to the art gallery to pick up her kids... and maybe look at some art first. Luigi also has some ideas for new CDs that they could buy now that they have a CD player (although it is primarily Pauline's).

Lady isn't leaving without admiring some art first.

Mario has discovered a fishing spot near the gallery so he decides to try fishing there. It's getting late now, but this could be something he can do more during subsequent visits.

A problem happens while Lady is sleeping... Pauline hates handiness but she still attempts to fix it. Maybe when her brothers are old enough, they can deal with this kind of stuff instead.

Though not as big of as a music lover as Pauline, Luigi still enjoys dancing to music. And if Pauline can play video games in the brothers' room, Luigi can also listen to music in Pauline's room.

Mario goes fishing (this time closer to home), but while there, he discovers some kind of treasure chest. Inside is an old treasure map. Will it ever turn out to be useful? I'm not sure.

Near the end of the year, Nico comes to visit the Marios for the holidays, and they all go to a park together.

Nico and Luigi play chess.

Mario, the more energetic one, spends the day playing space explorer.

For Mario's experiences in 1989, see this post.

[supernaturallymarvellous]

The Game

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Cas (mentioned)

Word Count: 673

Warnings: None

A/N: The lovely Kayla of @one-shots-supernatural is going to be celebrating her birthday very soon and is hosting a wonderful challenge to mark the occasion.  I chose laser tag as one of my prompts and the dialogue prompt I selected is in bold below. Enjoy x  

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“I need you to trust me, Sam.  My plan is flawless but in order for it to work, I need your full cooperation.  We need to work together on this on this one.  Come on, you can’t tell me that you actually want Dean to win!”

From his position next to you, crouched down low behind a pile of boxes, you could practically see the gears whirring away inside Sam’s head.  Analysing everything that you had said to him, he took an opportunity to raise his head over the blockade in an attempt to try and locate the enemy that you had been tracking for the best part of an hour.

“I just don’t see how it can possibly work.  They’re just out there, throwing a constant barrage of fire at us.  They don’t care about casualties – they only care about the glory.”

“Get your head in the damn game, Winchester!  Will it be easy?  Nope.  Worth it?  Absolutely!  I for one can’t think of anything better than wiping that smug smirk off Dean’s face when he realises that he’s not the greatest.”

Sighing deeply, Sam resigned himself to the fact that you weren’t going to give up on your insane idea to destroy not only his brother but Cas as well.

“This was meant to be a friendly game.  Something to waste a few hours before heading back home, something to blow off a little steam, but you guys have turned it into some weird version of the Hunger Games.  Who in hell takes laser tag this seriously?

“I do.  Especially since Deano said that he was the best shot.  Best shot, my ass.  He knows I’m better than he is and I’m gonna make him eat his words.  Now, are you with me or am I doing this on my own?!”

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Hearing the klaxon sound to signify the entry of a new set of players, you made your move.  Using the incoming group of children as a human shield, you and Sam stayed low behind them, creeping closer and closer to the corner section of the room where Cas and Dean had hunkered down for the duration of the game. 

Thankful the kids were making so much noise that it distracted Cas who, in a mistimed glance over the makeshift parapet they had formed, was taken out with a perfect shot to his chest panel by Sam.  Lights flashed across his armour, marking him as out of the game.  Now there was only the matter of Dean bloody Winchester to deal with. 

Focusing yourself and taking a calming breath, you slide around the corner, gun outstretched in your hands, firing before you even had a chance of aim properly.  Despite being sure that you would have hit Dean no matter where he had been hiding thanks to your ability to fire a gun extremely well under pressure, you were still somewhat anxious about the whole thing.  You soon found out though that your worrying had been for nothing as at least one of your shots had hit home and Dean’s armour was now glowing a bright red.

“God dammit!!”

“HA.  Oh, I wish I had a camera right now – the look on your face is absolutely priceless.  So, are you finally ready to admit that you’re not the best?”

“Never.  You got lucky, Y/N.  No, we’re gonna settle this once and for all.  Go sign us up for the next slot – I’m gonna kick your ass all over this damn building.”

It was at that point that Sam quickly made his way towards you, scooping you up and marching out of the room as fast as his feet could carry him, grumbling as he went.

“We’re going home.  Should have known better than to let the two of you start competing with each other……”

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[samsexualdeancurious]

Dress Not Included

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1814

Prompt: “Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress” + Movie/Netflix Marathon for @one-shots-supernatural‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday, Kayla!

Warnings: Canonical levels of violence

“Shit,” you hiss, grabbing onto Sam to keep from falling when your heel catches on a crack in the sidewalk and tears your shoe right off.

He chuckles. “Easy, Cinderella. I’ve got you.”

You glare, but lean on him as he kneels to retrieve your shoe and return it to your foot. His hand lingers on your ankle, fingers stroking along the curve, before he lets go and stands.

“Does this make me Prince Charming?” he says teasingly, offering you his arm.

“Ya know, Cinderella never asked for a prince,” you point out. “She asked for a night off and a dress.” He pouts and you roll your eyes. “Yes, you can be Prince Charming.”

Sam grins. “How about when we wrap this case up, we have that night off.”

“Dress included?”

“Dress included sounds good to me.”

“I think we’re looking at a shifter,” Dean says when you enter the motel room, Sam following close behind with bags of food. He taps his finger against something in one of the case files spread out across the motel table.  “I talked to the lawyer’s wife-”

“Mrs. Havershem,” Sam interjects.

“-again and she identified the man who attacked her as Peter Kirk-”

“-the first victim.” You close some files and set them aside to make the room for the food. “Sounds like a shifter to me. That or a ghoul with a taste for the living.”

“We only met one set of ghouls like that, so my money’s on shifter.” Sam sets down the food and settles into the other chair. As soon as you’ve kicked off your heels, he pulls you down to sit on his lap. You giggle and throw an arm around his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him softly.

“Get a room,” Dean grumbles playfully. He’s smiling when you glance across the table at him, though, so he can’t be too upset. “After dinner, we can go over the map Sam found of the sewer system.”

You make a face and Sam chuckles, warm vibrations from his rib cage to yours. “I ain’t going down there.”

“You sure?” Sam says teasingly, reaching for his sandwich even as he nuzzles the side of your neck.

“Very sure. You guys get that pleasure. I’ll be the getaway driver.”

“You make crawling around the sewers sounds like a bank robbery,” Dean snickers.

“Alright,” Dean says, slamming the trunk of the Impala. He turns to you and holds up the keys. “Don’t run the battery down. Keep your ears open in case we need your help. Take-”

“-care of her. I know, Dean. Have I ever mistreated the Impala?”

He sighs and hands over the keys. “Never, I know. Just… be careful.”

You roll your eyes fondly. “I’ll treat her like the special lady she is.”

“Good.” Dean cocks his gun and turns away just as Sam’s big arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Stay safe, okay?” Sam murmurs into your hair.

You turn in his embrace and smile up at him. “I’ll be fine. It’s you I’m worried about.”

He pats the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, fingers brushing against yours in the small of his back. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know. I still worry.”

“It’s ‘cause you love me,” he says in a teasing tone, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“Mmm, maybe.”

“Alright, love birds. We need to get going.”

“Be safe,” you sigh, giving Sam one last squeeze.

“I will.” He kisses you again before slipping away after Dean.

Once they’ve disappeared down the manhole, you settle into the front seat of the Impala to wait. You put the keys in the ignition, but don’t turn the car on. The night is a little cool, but you crack the driver window anyways to keep fresh air flowing and zip up your jacket so you don’t get too cold. You flip through your social medias, keeping one eye on the manhole for when the boys come up.

You’re stretching almost thirty minutes later when your phone buzzes where you set it on the seat next to you. Frowning, you pick it up and turn on the screen to read a text from Sam:

911

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath, dropping the phone and scrambling from the car. Your gun is already loaded with silver bullets and has been sitting in the passenger seat beside a flashlight, both within easy reach. You barely remember to grab the keys as you go. Dean would kill you if the impala got stolen, no matter your excuse.

They left the manhole open and you more slide than climb down the ladder. You pause at the bottom to listen, only to be slammed to the ground by something much heavier and stronger than you.

“Sam?” you gasp, staring up at him.

He grins cruelly, eyes glinting silver in the light from your flashlight. “Try again.”

Definitely not Sam.

You squirm in the shifter’s grip, managing to land a punch to his jaw. His head jerks, but his grip on you doesn’t loosen. Your stomach clenches as he turns cruel too-familiar eyes on you.

“Mmm, I can see why Sam likes you,” he purrs, fingers so tight on your wrist that you know you’re going to have bruises. Bruises that will perfectly fit the hands of the love of your life. “Maybe I’ll keep you.”

You can see your gun out of the corner of your eye, glinting silver and black just within reach- not that it does you much good, with your wrists pinned like this.

Desperate, you snap your head forward and right into his face. The shifter cries out and jerks back, reflexively releasing his hold on your wrists to cover his nose. You take advantage of the moment he needs to recover to flip your bodies, pinning him under you as you grab for your gun. You press the barrel to his forehead, close your eyes, and pull the trigger.

You can feel the moment the life goes out of him, body limp beneath your own. You draw a deep breath, dropping the gun and letting your body fall sideways, not looking at the dead shifter. Your jeans are already ruined, so you don’t mind too much when you land in a shallow puddle of what you hope is just water. You give yourself a moment to recover before using the rungs of the ladder to pull yourself to your feet.

“Sam?” you call, bending to pick up your flashlight. “Dean?”

“Down here!”

Even with the echos, you’re pretty sure Dean’s voice is coming from the left. You head that way, keeping up your yells and listening closely for his responses. You eventually emerge from the tunnel into a chamber-like area, where you find the boys tied to separate poles. Sam is unconscious, but breathing. You rush to him.

“Hey, Sam,” you say, kneeling beside him. His head rolls loosely when you cup his face in your hands. You can feel a bump forming on the side of his head, but there doesn’t seem to be any blood. “Sam,” you repeat, gently patting his face.

“Come untie me and I’ll help you get him out,” Dean tells you. He looks a little worse for the wear, but otherwise fine. You cross the chamber and make short work of the knots- a few more minutes and Dean likely would’ve freed himself. “Thanks. Let’s get him out of here and head back to the motel.”

“I call first shower,” you declare, already returning to Sam’s side.

“You didn’t even go crawling through the sewers!” Dean protests, holding Sam’s weight as you untie the knots.

“Hey, I wanted to stay in the car, and yet I’m the one who killed the shifter. I think I get dibs on first shower.” You duck under Sam’s left arm while Dean takes his right, both of your working to lift him.

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I guess.”

Sam’s soft groan draws both of your attention. His eyelids flutter and he licks his lips, head falling towards Dean.

“Hey, easy,” Dean says, shifting his grip on his brother to free up a hand. “Easy.” Sam’s eyes open and he grins his lopsided big brother grin. “There you are. Come on, lean on me and we’ll get you out of here.”

“Okay,” Sam mumbles, managing to get his feet under himself. Only then does he seem to register your presence. “Y/N. What’re you doing?”

“Saving your ass,” you inform him with a soft smile, feeling much better now that he’s awake.

He returns your smile. “That’s my girl.”

“Can we get going?” Dean interjects, using the hand around Sam’s waist to poke your belly. “I don’t want to be down here any longer than I have to.”

Together, you support a still-shaky Sam back to the ladder. Dean sends Sam up first, following right behind him. You pick up your gun, avoiding looking at the shifter’s body, and start to follow.

You’re almost to the top when your foot slips out from under you.

“Easy,” Sam murmurs, lowering you onto the bed in your shared room. You wince when the movement jostles your boot-covered ankle. “There we go. How’re you feeling?”

“Sore,” you tell him. “But I’ll live. Still can’t believe I killed the shifter, but got defeated by a slippery ladder.”

Sam chuckles, setting your crutches against the nightstand before sitting beside you on the bed. “You’re down to one shoe again, Cinderella,” he points out.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“I haven’t seen that movie in years.”

“What? Cinderella?”

“Yeah, the old Disney one.”

“I have it. It’s i On the shelf by the TV. I have all the other Disney classics, too. Wanna watch them?”

“Shall we make tonight our night off?”

“Sounds good to me. I don’t even mind the lack of a dress.”

“We’ll save the dress for another night. Is Dean invited?”

“Hell no.”

Sam laughs and kisses you softly. “Alright. You put whatever movie we’re watching first in. I’ll make popcorn.”

“Deal”

He hands you your crutches and heads to the kitchen. You make your way to the TV cabinet and pull all the Disney classics off the shelf. You put Cinderella in the player and the rest of the discs on the nightstand within easy reach before sitting against the headboard. You let the DVD play through the previews and it’s just reached the menu when Sam returns with a bowl of popcorn. He turns off the lights and joins you on the bed, offering up the popcorn in return for wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“This is good,” he murmurs as you press play and snuggle against his side.

Tagged: @teamfreewill-imagine @ilostmyshoe-79 @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @kittenofdoomage @not-moose-one-shots @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @supernaturalfanfix @basic-joy @keepingitrealcas @jwilly18 @amazingfulyou @books-and-icecream @love-kittykat21

[damonsbitchx]

Fin’s Fro-Yo

Warnings: My attempt at fluffy cuteness, there might be a curse word in here somewhere I can’t remember, but that’s all I think.

Pairings/characters: Sam x Reader, Dean briefly

Word count: 1693 I got a teeny bit carried away. :)

Summary: This is my entry for @one-shots-supernatural birthday challenge. The prompts I chose were ice cream/fro-yo date and “I know, isn’t it great?!” Happy birthday again Kayla! 

A/N: Wow, leave it to me to wait until the last possible moment to finish this when I knew I had it the entire month of May. *insert hair flipping emoji* This is only the third fic I’ve written, so... be gentle. Hah.

You trudged down the hallway and appeared around the corner, catching both the boy’s eyes from their seats at the breakfast bar. It was hot that day, so hot that you had resorted to a purple tank top and the only pair of shorts you owned. You had no idea how the boys walked around in jeans and all their layers of shirts all the time, but this heat even broke them, at this moment in time they both only had one T-shirt on.

“Oh my GOD, don’t we have air conditioning in here or something,” you groaned, dragging your bare feet the entire short journey to the boys’ sides.

Dean chuckled softly at your complaining and Sam smiled sympathetically at you. They each had their early afternoon drinks of choice. Dean with his cold beer, as usual. Then, there was Sammy with his gigantic cup of ice water with pieces of fruit floating in it for some reason.

Kinda weird, but he’s so freakin’ cute.

You collapsed in the spinny chair between him and Dean, then you proceeded to throw your head back and whine dramatically. Dean rolled his eyes and took a swig of his beer.

“You doin’ alright there, Y/N? You’re looking a little... hot,” Dean joked, he figured joking would put you in a good mood and hopefully stop your whining.

“Oh my god, Dean, I have a boyfriend. Jeez,” you retorted, turning to face him with a slightly amused grin now painted on your face as you giggled. You then turned to smile at your boyfriend who was chuckling lowly at the two of you.

“So, do you boys have plans today or can I have Sammy all to myself for the day?”

Dean shared a silent conversation with Sam leaving you in the middle, your eyes jumping between them trying to figure out what they could possibly be saying. It was always frustrating ‘cause you could never tell so you huffed and sunk back down in your chair waiting. You rolled your eyes and stopped trying to decipher their bro code. Instead, you just slumped back down in your chair until they were done.

“Pleeeeeeease,” you whined, sitting up and batting your eyelashes and shooting a sweet smile at Dean, you know, for good measure.

Sam looked at Dean and Dean smiled after a few seconds.

“You two kids go have fun, me and my beer have some catching up to do,” he grinned, raising his bottle and tipping it back again for another swig.

You turned to Sam very slowly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. He chuckled when he caught a glimpse, “alright... what adventure are we going on today, babe?”

An excited squeak escaped you as you jumped out of your chair and grabbed Sam by the elbow. You spun around and snatched the keys from Dean’s hand as you pranced off with Sam who was stumbling over his own feet trying to keep up with you. Dean chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he watched you skillfully grab some shoes from he-wasn’t-really-sure-where without slowing down. Then, practically dragging his brother behind you, he watched you both disappear around the corner. The sound of the bunker door slightly slamming marked the beginning of a relaxed day of silence for Dean and his beer.

When you had finally pulled into a small parking lot after dodging all of Sam’s attempts at getting you to tell him where you were going because you insisted on it being a surprise, a giant grin appeared on your face as you waited for him to read the sign. Sam smirked, raising his eyebrows at you, “‘Fin’s Fro-Yo’?”

“Yes!! It’s so hot and I want frozen yogurt, it can be a date. We haven’t been on a date in forever,” you babbled while you pulled the keys from the ignition.

He chuckled under his breath. “Okay, but only because you’re so damn cute,” he replied, leaning in and kissing your cheek which made you blush. After you both were out of the care you were extra careful about making sure you to lock it, you wouldn’t want to get in trouble with Dean. Then, you excitedly hopped around to Sam’s side, grabbing the elbow he offered and the two of you walked into the building.

As soon as you opened the door cold air washed over you like a wave leaving a satisfied smile on your face and you sighed softly, closing your eyes. Sam had to usher you over to an empty seat in order to avoid collision with other customers, your eyes were still closed and the smile still on your face.

You gasped and your eyes went wide after you finally opened them. “Ohhhh when did I get to a table?!” you giggled teasingly, making Sam laugh.

“Shall we, m’lady,” Sam joked, taking your hand and leading you to the “creation-station.”

“You can’t look,” you suddenly exclaimed, giggling, “I want it to be a surprise!” Sam simply shrugged his shoulders and you two took off to opposite ends of the bar to create your fro-yo masterpieces.

Sam was the first one back to the table, then you came skipping overlooking oh-so-pleased with yourself. You plopped down in the chair across from him and set your cup down in front of you. As soon as Sam’s eyes found the contents of your cup he broke into full-on laughter. It was something you hadn’t seen a long time, hand clapping, throwing his head back, the whole nine yards.

“What are you laughing at, mister?!” you exclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him for dramatic effect.

“Y/N/N, that is SO much sugar, that’s SO bad for you,” he shook his head once he regained his composure, but still smiled because how could he not? The amount of amusement and sheer joy written on your face, your wide Y/E/C eyes sparkled with it, it was irresistible to him.

“I know right, isn’t it great?!” you giggled, which in turn made him chuckle under his breath again.

You both proceeded in eating your creations, Sam with his berries and crushed-almond-whatever, basically all the healthy things at the bar. Then, there was your glorious mountain of just pure sugar. You had M&M’s, Kit Kat pieces, an Oreo or two, whipped cream, some other sugary things, and most importantly you had gobs of gummy bears. You enjoyed it very much while you and Sam conversed about small things like how gross gummy bears look during the production process.

“It looks like actual vomit before it’s a bear,” you grimaced at the thought, “but once they turn into gummy bears, they’re so delicious! It’s a beautiful abomination!”

“They don’t just look bad, they are bad for you! I don’t get how you can eat them,” Sam replied, disgust slightly twisting his face as he watched you happily scoop a spoonful of them into your mouth.

“Well that’s just it Sammy, they’re DELICIOUS. How can I not?” you replied through your full mouth of gummy bears and fro-yo.

“It’s easy,” he spoke while spooning more of his healthier creation into his own mouth, “you just don’t.” He looked up at you and smiled at the sight of your determined expression, focused on getting the perfect fro-yo to gummy bear ratio because at that point gummy bears were all that was left.

You looked up to see him staring and you smiled. “Yeah, I’ll let you know how that goes, babe.” Then, you shoved another spoonful of gummy bears and fro-yo into your mouth. “It didn’t go so well Sammerh,” you caught the gummy that popped out of your mouth and quickly shoved it back grinning cheekily. You both laughed at that one for a good few minutes causing you to almost choke on a gummy bear.

When you two had finally finished and made it back out to Baby it was still extremely hot, maybe a couple degrees cooler than when you went in, but still pretty freakin’ warm. You unlocked the car and laid the small towel you had picked up from the trunk on your seat because you didn’t feel like burning the back of your thighs. Sam was observing you from his spot behind the wheel of Baby, a soft smile dancing around on his face as he observed you. You finally plopped down on the seat and turned to hand Sammy the keys when you found he was staring again. You felt heat rise to your cheeks under his gentle eyes and smiled back.

“What are you staring at, Winchester?” you joked, shutting your door.

“Not staring,” he corrected, never breaking eye contact, “gazing, I’m gazing at you.” It was a soft, comfortable gaze and then he chuckled under his breath after his eyes had roamed your face.

“Well, what are you laughing at?!” you questioned unable to stop the grin that was pushing its way into your face.

“C’mere,” he motioned for you scoot closer to him and you did. He took your face in his giant, surprisingly soft hands and slowly pulled it closer to his, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You stared back at him trying to anticipate what this was for, but his soft lips touched yours and your eyes fell closed, suddenly making the meaning of it worthless. You both lingered in the kiss for a few moments, soaking up the feeling of being so close to each other. His kiss wasn’t centered properly and you only realized it after the warmth of his lips left yours. He pressed his forehead to yours, you opened your eyes to his smile and he lingered for a moment. “You had fro-yo on your face,” he whispered and you broke into a giggle, crinkling your nose and he laughed with you.

“We should do this more often,” you remarked as the both of you pulled away and got settled in for your drive.

“Yeah, but next time I’m putting you on gummy bear probation,” Sam replied making the both of you laugh once more as the engine turned over.

Tags: @assbutt-still-in-hell

[fandomoblivion]

Space Mountain

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (platonic)

Request: This is an entry for @one-shots-supernatural and her birthday challenge! The prompts were “Will it be easy? Nope. Worth it? Absolutely.” at an Amusement Park. Enjoy!

Warnings: Super cheesy and fluffy :-)

Word Count: 759

Notes: Happy birthday Kayla!

For your birthday, Sam and Dean decided to take a break from hunting. There were no cases, so you were able to just relax.

One day you let it slip that you’ve always wanted to go to Disneyland, so the Winchester brother took it upon themselves to secretly plan a day there, just the three of you.

For Dean, it had always been brotherly love. You told each other everything, but neither of you ever had romantic feelings for each other.

Sam, on the other hand...

Let’s just say he never had romantic feelings for you. Well, you didn’t know that for sure, but you assumed. You’ve been pining after the taller Winchester ever since you’ve known that love is. 

So, there you were. Standing in line to get through the front gate of Disneyland. 

“I. Am. So. Excited.” You said, a big grin on your face.

Sam laughed. Dean was the first to get his ticket. Then you got yours, finally Sam got his. 

“So, where do you want to go first?” You asked cheerfully.

“Two words. Indiana. Jones.” Sam says.

Dean grins. “Indie’s friggin awesome. Let’s go.”

A few hours later, the fastpasses that you had gotten earlier for Space Mountain had become valid. 

“Hey, uh, you guys... I gotta use the bathroom.” Dean said as you guys were walking in line. 

You looked at Dean. “Sorry, what? You just went.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “Dude. It’s been, like, ten years. I thought you’d have gotten over this fear by now.”

You looked between the two brothers. “What fear?”

“Dean has a fear-”

“Sam!” He stopped him.

“C’mon, Dean, tell her.”

“I may, uh, have... A fear of flying? And heights?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously?! You’ve faced every monster imaginable, but this is what scares you?” You’re practically doubled over with laugher. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sam looking at you. “God, she’s perfect.” You hear him mutter.

You stand up, laughter dying down. “Huh? What?”

“Nothing!” Sam said quickly. “Dean, just. Come on. It’s a ride.” 

“No way, Sammy. I’ll go sit down or something.” Dean immediately walked away and sat down at a table in the Pizza Port.

“Sam, we have to get Dean to come on the ride with us! It won’t be the same.” You protested.

“We’ll have to, like, force him on the ride.”

“That’s not going to be easy.”

“Will it be easy? Nope. Worth it?” He asked.

“Absolutely.” You said, thinking of how you can get Dean on the ride.

Sam looked at you and admired how determined you are, not wanting to leave Dean behind. She’s so beautiful.

You and Sam decided to get in line, then once you got to the front, you and Sam called Dean.

“I’m not joining you.”

“Just stay in line with us!” Sam said.

“You’re gonna make me go on the ride anyway.”

“Damn. He’s onto us.” You whisper to Sam. He laughs. “Dean, if you do this with us, we can go over to California Adventure and get some pie at Flo’s Diner.”

The phone hangs up. You groan and lean your head against Sam’s chest. You feel his breathing hitch slightly and he pats your back awkwardly.

“Thanks for trying to get him to join us.” You mutter. 

He sighs. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”

You looked up at him, smiling slightly. “Sam, I-”

“Alright, guys! I’m here!” Your sentence is cut short as Dean runs up to you guys, saying quick “Sorry”s to the people he walks past. 

You start laughing and hug Dean. “Thank you!” You cheer.

“Mkay, how many people in your party?” The cast member asks. You hold up three fingers as he points out where you go. You and Sam sit together behind Dean.

After you get off, Dean’s face is white as a sheet. “Ahah, let’s not ever do that again.”

You and Sam look at each other and smile, giggling lightly.

“Let’s check out our picture.” You say, knowing fully well what it’s going to look like.

You go up to the photo stand and see your car’s picture. Dean, in the front, is looking like he’s about to throw up, but he’s screaming at the top of his lungs.

Behind him, you and Sam are...

“Seriously, you two?!” Dean yells, laughing.

“Sorry, Dean!” Sam says before pulling you in by the waist for another kiss.

“Okay, I gotta admit, you two are cute.” Dean says, looking at the picture of you two kissing on Space Mountain.

[nicolejones412]

Fear of Flying

Dean x reader

A/N: I’m back! This is for Kayla’s ( @one-shots-supernatural) writing challenge. It was technically due last week, but lots of craziness has hit the last couple of weeks and I either couldn’t or just didn’t feel up to writing anything, but I’m back! Hopefully I can get some other stuff up soon. I based this one on one of my favorite roller coasters ever. Love y’all!

Warnings: Fluff, vertigo warning for the video toward the end. 

FIC:

“Repeat after me, ‘I can do this.’”

“I can do this...I can...I can’t do this. Seriously?! Come on this is crazy! Have you even been watching this thing while we’ve been standing in line?! It’s insane! There is no way it’s safe. I can’t do this. I am not riding that.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes as you looked at your boyfriend. You’d been waiting in line for this ride for an hour and you were almost to the front and now he wanted to chicken out. You loved roller coasters. It was a nice chance to get that adrenaline rush when your life wasn’t actually in danger, unlike your job. 

“Come on Dean, please. We’ve been in line forever. This trip is supposed to be fun for us.”

“Fun?” he scoffed. “You call this fun? Dangling from a track while facing the ground and flying at high speeds?”

“Yes actually,” you said matter-of-factly. He huffed and shook his head. 

“Look, you already got me to ride that wooden death trap, which is definitely haunted and I’ve gone along with all the other rides you’ve wanted to ride but this is insanity!”

You huffed. “Fine. I’ll ride by myself then, since you’re too much of a chicken.”

“Okay then. I’ll wait for you at the station.”

It was almost your turn to get on the ride. You watched as two girls eagerly got on the ride with their parents. The older one couldn’t have been older than 12.

“Wow, so scary,” you said, taking a jab at Dean’s ego. He huffed. 

“How many?” the obviously bored ride attendant asked. 

“One-” you started.

“Two,” Dean spoke over you. You turned back to him, smiling widely. 

“Really?”

He groaned. “Really.”

“Well, looks like you’re lucky. Front row.” 

You almost screamed with delight and Dean just groaned again. You turned to him as you waited behind the gate. 

“You know you don’t have to ride this if you really don’t want to.”

He sighed. “Yeah, but I can’t let all these people show me up. Besides, how bad could it be? I’ve faced worse, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” you praised, lightly punching him in the arm.

Finally it was your turn to get on the ride. You absolutely giddy with excitement. You strapped in, and after a moment, the seats started to lean back...

You turned to Dean when the ride stopped, grinning from ear to ear. He was frozen. 

“Dean, honey, are you okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, just... That was awesome!” You laughed out loud. 

After they let you off the ride you took Dean’s hand in yours and gave him a quick kiss. 

“What was that for?” he asked as you walked down the pathway to leave the ride.

“For getting on that ride with me.” When you got to the area where they displayed all the photos you practically ran to the counter, dragging Dean behind you.

“We have to get our picture!”

“Why?”

“As proof.”

“For what?”

“That I won a bet against Sammy.”

Dean’s eyes widened and then he chuckled. You bought the picture and he took your hand again as you walked out of that area. 

“So what should we do next?” he asked.

“How about lunch?” you asked. “I think we’ve earned it.”

“I agree.” 

You laughed at the dorky smile on his face and couldn’t stop smiling. 

[crowleys-little-pet]

Petrichor

Scholar!Sam x Scholar!Reader All fluff. This is an AU where Sam is an US-exchange student. The story takes place in an (probably European) town with an old city centre. I imagined it being maybe Dutch, German or British but of cause you can change the place how ever you like, I am trying to keep the country rather neutral. 

@one-shots-supernatural Happy birthday Kayla, this one is for you! See it as a birthday present and as a thank you for all the wonderful fanfics you write :3

The few people outside rushed past you covered either in jackets with their hood pulled in their face or hidden beneath an umbrella. Repositioning your bag you sped up, raindrops running down your face and soaking the front of your jacket and your jeans. Your fingers around the handlebar of your bike grew cold and numb but there was a bright smile on your face that no one, not even the rain could wash away. Your weather, your music, and a soft sent in the cool air that was almost addicting. Cold, fresh spring rain.

You jumped off your bike and missed a particular deep and muddy looking pool by inches. The warm sent of coffee, tea and baked goods greeted you as you pushed open the door to the small café. “Oh my gosh (y/n)!” Your friend, flatmate and co-worker cheered. “Thank you so much!” You laughed softly. “No problem, Charlie.” You had agreed to come earlier today and take the second half of Charlie's shift because the red-head went on a date with Anna, a nice girl of the history programme. To give her as much time as possible to get ready at home you came right from university without dropping off your stuff at home.

Hiding your bag behind the counter you took of your wet jacket and hung it at the coat rack to dry. Charlie greeted you with an almost rip crushing hug. “Thanks you so so much.” - “It's okay, really.” You smiled. “Now go and you got to tell me how it was afterwards.” - “I will!” she beamed and hugged you one last time before almost dancing out of the shop and into the rain.

Still smiling you shook your head and put on the black apron that marked you as staff member.

You and Charlie have been flat mates for almost half a year now. She was an IT-student from the US and currently here for an exchange. After your former flatmate moved in his her boyfriend you needed someone to share the rent with because seriously, you were not exactly swimming in money.

Sighing you leaned against the counter and reached down stretching your legs and back. It had been two hours and your shift was far from over. You were about to massage your arching neck as a tall figure hastily entered the coffee shop. His brown hair was dipping wet and there was something about his appearance that made him look like a lost puppy, despite the fact that he was tall ... huge. “May I help you?” You asked politely and smiled. “Oh..” He looked up. “Hey ... uhm .. do you serve coffee?”  You laughed. “We are a coffee shop. Of cause we sell coffee.” You could hardly repress a grin. “Cappuccino, Latte Macchiato ...?” “Oh just coffee, please.” That was your call. Immediately you prepared a cup of hot, steaming liquid. Turning around you found him at a table by the window, pulling out a laptop from under his jacket. Clever boy to put it there. With the rain outside it was less likely to get wet underneath rainproof material..

“Oh thanks. Do you have free Wifi?” he asked as you placed the mug next to him. Gesturing to a sign you tried your best to keep the sarcasm out of your voice. “There you go. Mind the capital letters.” He laughed. “Oh. I am sorry.” For a split second your eyes met and he flashed you a crooked smile. “Keep your eyes open, little man.” You said in a sing-song voice before turning around to serve another customer.

Work was pretty much the same but you couldn't help but to glance at the window table every now and then where puppy-man had started to skype with another American. Between the background noises of the chatting customers and the soft indie tunes you tried to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Sammy! How are you doing? You look so .. soaked.” - “I'm great Dean. It's just raining like hell.” Someone cleared their throat. You snapped back to reality and realised you have been drying the same cup the whole time. “Oh sorry. How can I help you?” This man ... you couldn't concentrate on your work. Who the hell is he skypeing with? His boyfriend? With furrowed brows you stared right pass the customers trough the windows into the rain. But you had a job to do. Shaking your head lightly you put that customer smile back on and served that slice of cheesecake to the couple in the corner. On your way back to the counter a soft voice called you. “Hey.” - “Hm?” You turned around and found Puppy-boy looking up to you. Yes, looking up. But just because he sat on a chair. “Oh I DARE you Sammy!” The men on the screen scolded. “Do you serve pie?” Sammy asked a large grin on his face. You couldn't help but to smile back. “Of cause. Today we have apple pie and lemon pie. Would you like some?” If possible puppy man Sam's grin grew even bigger. “Yes, a slice of apple pie, please.” - “Good choice! It's still warm.” - “Sam!” The other man grumbled in a very, very reproachful voice. “Do not eat pie when I can't have some too.”

With a bright grin you leaned into the camera and smiled. “I would offer you a slice as well but I am afraid that handing it to you via the internet is rather complicated.” - “Oh heya!” The surprisingly hansom man's face changed from a frown to a broad grin. “Who are  .. Wait .. Sammy you didn't told me you have a girlfriend!”

The blood seem to shot into your face within second and made your cheeks burn deep crimson. “We ...” - “We are not a couple.” - ”I am just the waitress.” The two of you stuttered flabbergasted. “OH.” The man raised his eyebrows and smiled knowingly.

Damn did he saw you looking over here way too often for it to be 'just natural'? “I understand.” Smiling apologeticly you got back to your feet. “I have some other guests to serve and an apple pie to prepare.” As you walked away to some customers at the other end of the shop who obliviously wanted to pay you heard the other man .. what was his name again? Danny? brag: “Let me give you a brothers-advice: get that girl!” - “Dean!” Oh right, Dean. Sam hissed in a firmly. You giggled and acted as if you hadn't noticed anything as you set down the piece of warm apple pie next to a rather flushed Sam. Dean on the other hand smiled brightly and waved at you.

The rest of your shift was rather stressful, due to the heavy rain outside more people escaped into the cosy warmth of the shop and you and your co-worker spend the rest of the time running from one table to the other but .. sadly Sam's was not one of them. Throwing the towel on the counter you finally saw the boy you were waiting for. “Thank god. I am so glad you are here, Kevin.” You took of the apron and stretched your aching limbs. “The last hour was literally hell.” The young Asian boy just laughed. “Nothing I can't deal with.” - “Good boy.” You patted his arm, smiling weakly. “Have fun.” You waved goodbye to both of them, then got you almost dry jacket from the coat rack.

It seems as though half a galleon of water currently covered your bicycles seat and it did not want to we wiped away. You let out an irritated sigh as someone called “Hey!” and quick footsteps grew louder. Turning around you noticed Sam, his laptop beneath his jacket again, running towards you. “Hey 'Sammy'.” He seemed nervous, put one hand into his neck and cleared his throat before muttering: “Uhmm .. would you mind if I .. walk you home? I mean .. it's almost dark and ...” Yes, of cause it's okay! I would love to spend some time with you. “You think I can't defend myself and usually get lost during twilight in the city?” Grinning you watched him grew uncomfortable. “I am sorry I ...” - “No it's okay.” You smiled warmly at him. “I am sorry. I wouldn't mind some company though.”

The two of you set off towards the heart of the city. Sam pulled an umbrella from his jacket and hold it above your heads even though the rain had almost stopped and the small drops not really bothered you.

“What's you name?” He asked after a moment of silence. “(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L).” - “(Y/N) ...” He repeated as if he was trying really hard to memorize it. “Who was that person you were skypeing with?” you blurted before you could stop yourself. “Oh that was Dean, my brother.” - “Oh your brother!” You slapped yourself internally. Boyfriend, huh? “What did you th-” - “Oh never mind.”

It became some kind of a ritual. The next day when you arrived at the café Sam was there at the same table, this time with a lot of books, smiling at you. And when your shift ended he was there, waiting for you next to your bike. On the third day you met him at the cafeteria. You and Charlie were just discussing what to make for dinner and who would have to do the shopping when someone tapped on your shoulder. You turned around saw Sam smiling at you. “Hey, (y/n).” “Sam!” You beamed. “How comes you are here?” It turned out that the two of you had lunch break together, but according comparing your timetables just on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Charlie followed your conversation with a bright smile. You had introduced them to each other but she was surprisingly quiet and left the talking to you.

“Are you at the café today?”, asked Sam. “Nah, I have to work for (subject you like/a programme you would like to study).” - “Oh, in this case I don't want to interrupt.” - “I'll be at the library.” Charlie gave you a look and raised her eyebrows. “Ehh ... maybe ... I'll see you there?” You finished, with a quick glance at your friend hoping you interpreted the non verbal signal the right way. She nodded, a huge smile on her face.  

The street lights popped on and their yellowish light was reflected by the water on the pavement. Your bag was loaded with book so the strapses cut into your shoulders painfully.

The two of you spend all afternoon in the library with the sent of old books, paper and computers surrounding you like the promise of success and knowledge floating in the air, the pale light falling through the windows making you blink in surprise whenever the sun broke through the clouds and shone on the book you have been starring at, making it too bright, the red armchairs here and there standing in pairs or alone, inviting people to sit down and flip drift of into the different world of a book or just flip though the pages or relax and let you thoughts wander, the white tables for students to work on and that allowed you to spread your notes and papers and books far enough to mark the it as your working place. Only few words have been changed while the sound of a turning books page, people passing and talking in low voices, the clicking of laptop keys and the scratching of a pen faded into background noises.

All in all Same was one of the most comfortable study partners you have ever had. He did not ask questions over and over, dragging you into unnecessary conversations, changing the subject or grew angry when you said you needed a minute to finish the page. “Can I write it like that?” “What was that word again ...?”, were the most common of the few questions asked. Soon the light turned dim and the lamps became more present. Gazing out of the window into the bluish grey sky you realised how much time actually passed and that Charlie was probably waiting for you with a warm, delicious dinner. Just the thought of food made your stomach grumble and Sam had looked at you smiling. You two decided to leave just when the nice, round faced woman with the red jacked pointed out that the library would close in half an hour.

“So how comes .. you being here?” The sound of your steps was accompanied by a soft wet splash as the soles of your shoes hit the little pools here and there. “What do you mean?” - “You sound American, and that's just a fact, no criticism,” you added hastily making Sam smile. “It's just ... so far away. And with your brother being there as well ...” - “Oh I am here on an exchange year. I'm a law student from Stanford University.” - “Stanford?!” You repeated impressed. “Damn you must be either rich or brilliant.” Sam just laughed softly. “And your brother ...?” - “... is the typical protective older brother. Wants to check on me every now and then. I mean I could get lost or drown in the tube or manage to set myself on fire while cooking noodles or something.”

“Oh.” You laughed. A small moment of silence followed where the sounds of the passing cars, the soft rain, your footsteps and the music of a nearby flat was everything that could be heard. “You are not one of the locals either.” He said. “I am from (home country/town). But I didn't want to stay there. See something of the world, standing on my own feet ... and I liked the university.”

You decided to take the short cut and lead him trough a small alley leading to an old archway next to a beautiful rose garden.

“I have never been here.” Sam looked around wide eyed. “It's the church's garden. I found it in my fist week when I accidentally took the wrong turn.” You stopped, giving him time to take a look around. “It's beautiful isn't it?” - “Magical.”

The sent of rain, roses, wet soil and stone filled the air making it deliciously sweet, almost addicting. Sam took two careful steps off stone plastered archway into the garden, his hand slightly brushing over the petals of a large white rose. “Petrichor.” he murmured. “What?” Tilting your head you looked at him. “Petrichor, ... it means the smell of the earth after rain.” - “Petrichor ...” You repeated, having found a new favourite word to describe something you hold dear. The smell of the earth after rain. The clouds broke, revealing a clear silver moon. Sam turned around, his gaze locking with yours, his lips curled in a soft smile making your heat beat faster, your palms sweaty and your stomach tickling. Is that perfection? Everything, the light, the sent, the surrounding, the moment, SAM. You wanted it to last forever, to stop the clocks right here and fade into infinity.

You took off your bag and left your bike at the archway to join Sam in the garden. “Look how gorgeous the moon is.” - “Not as gorgeous as you are ...” You needed a moment to realise what he just called you in this low, soft voice you never heard before. But when the words meaning hit you, it hit you with full force. It was so cheesy. Your cheeks burned, your knees went weak, your stomach tickled so badly as if you hosted an army of butterflys in there. You gazed at Sam, your (e/c) eyes wide in shock. Did he really just called you ... gorgeous? You wanted to say something, anything, but your brain failed in selecting words and your voice failed to act. He looked at you and gave you that one soft and shy smile that lifted the corners of your mouth without you needing to act.

“Thank you.” You whispered and it was all you could think of. Sam took a step closer now standing right opposite to you, your gaze locked never leaving each others eyes to look at the roses around you bathed in silver moonlight, the stars now visible at the clear dark sky. “I've wanted to do that for a very long time.” His voice was so soft the rustling of the leaves in a breeze almost drowned it. Your knees were about to give in and the butterfly army was beating it's wings like crazy. His face was so close now you could make out the different shades of green and brown in his eyes. One step closer.

His soft lips met yours before you could even prepare. You melted into the kiss, the feeling of happiness exploding in your belly, spreading from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. It was perfection. His fingertips brushing against your jawline, your hands resting upon his shoulders. It was a long time until you parted and looked at each other, cheeks flushed, eyes shining, wide loving smiles painted on both of your faces. You didn't need any words to express your feelings when you got on your tip toes again and kissed Sam again. Actions speak louder than words, actions speak sweeter than words. How long you were standing there? That night, in the rose garden at the old archway surrounded by petrichor, the sent of roses, Sam's embrace and the silver moonlight painting ghost like shadows ... you didn't know. And honestly ... you didn't care.

I am late, very late. So if you see any mistakes (grammar, spelling, anything) please tell me so i can correct it. I am not a native speaker and even though I am trying really hard my english is not perfect...Thanks :)

[trinty33]

Its a Start.

This is my entry for Kayla’s Birthday challenge. The prompt’s were #7 “Petrichor… it means the smell of the earth after the rain.” and I, small town fair/carnival. I hope you like it.

pairing: Dean x Reader

warnings: none

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You had been hunting with Sam and Dean for a few years now and dating for just over 2. Today was your birthday dean had been promising foe weeks that he had an amazing surprise planed. So when a hunt had come up the weekend before your hadn’t been too worried. A vampire had been abducting young women from a small town fair in Massachusetts. It was supposed to be quick and simple, but the life of a hunter never is. So here you were a week later, riding through town after finally ganking that vampire. Having had your birthday canceled by a hunt had left you grumpy to day the least, and the fact that it had been raining most of the day wasn’t helping.

“Well I don’t think anyone will be able to top that as a birthday story.” Dean said jokingly from the driver seat of the impala.

“Ya know when you said you had big plans for today i didn’t think this is what you meant.” You huffed out from the back seat as you glared out the window.

“Y/N I’m sorry… “ Dean began “I’ll make it up to you i promise.” he finished as he glanced at you in the rear view mirror.

You knew he would but it was besides the fact. You never celebrated  your birthday for this reason something always went wrong. You thought as the knot tighten in your chest and tears begin to sting your eyes.

“If it’s any consultation Dean really did have an amazing date planned.” Sam said looking over his shoulder at your from the passenger seat. You and he had become best friends over the years. “ I made sure of it.”

“No it’s not.” you whispered as you continued to look out the window. The rain had become just a drizzle now. You felt the impala make a sharp turn and when you looked up you saw that Dean had pulled into the fair parking lot. “What the hell are we doing back here, the case is finished!” you half shouted

Dean parked the impala got out, opened your door, and offered you his hand “making it up to you.”Dean said.

you looked at Sam who just smiled at you and nodded. It was almost 8. Stepping out of the impala you noticed that the fair was nearly deserted, most-likely due to the now stopping rain. As you and Dean maid your way from the parking lot to the fair a familiar sent hit your nose.

“What are you doing?” Dean chuckled as you stretched your arms out and slowly began to spin, lifting your face towards the sky.

“Petrichor.” You breathed.

“Petri-wha?” Dean asked closing the space between the 2 of you.

“Petrichor… It means the smell of the earth after rain.” you clarified as a rain drop fell from a tree and hit your face

Dean pulled you to him by your waist.”It may not be the birthday I had planned or the one you deserve but its a start. Happy birthday Y/N.” He said as he cupped your cheek before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

@one-shots-supernatural