#ladylaylo

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Oh my goodness this chapter was so worth the wait! I have reread it a couple times already and it just hits me every time! I cannot wait to see where it goes!

You’ve reread it!! Oh my!! I’m dead. This fic doesn’t get a lot of notes, but it’s feedback like this that makes this series so worth it! Thank you so much!! I’m also excited to see where things go! LOL. To be honest, I have an inkling of how I want this story to turn out, but I’m pretty much winging it as I go! So even I don’t know what will happen. But, shhh. Don’t tell anyone. 

Falling for the Holidays Ch. 10

[bamby0304]

Bamby’s Double Delight- @ladylaylo

I am pairing you with Sam Winchester.

A/N: The cowboy boots almost swayed me to pick Dean, but in the end it was Sam. Why?? Because the way you described yourself, all you hobbies, and your love for you family. You put a lot of detail into your submission, and that kind of thought made me instantly think you were a perfect partner for the younger Winchester.

Warnings: Fluff :)

Bamby

You weren’t a hunter per say, but you were in the life. After a pack of werewolves attacked the animals on your grandparents’ farm you had no choice but to become an expert on everything Monster.

That’s how you ended up in one of Rufus’ old cabins, not too far out in the middle of nowhere, but secluded enough to find some peace. You were also close enough to civilisation that you were accessible to hunters via phone and online, which meant you were their go to person when it came to lore. With Bobby gone, there were only a handful of people out there that knew enough to actually be helpful all around, and you were one of those people.

Meeting Sam and Dean was thanks to your knowledge on everything scared, fanged or dangerous. They’d needed help on an unusual case, and you’d had all the answers.

At first, it appeared you would have been drawn to Dean, with his charming grin and love for you cowboy boots. But in the end you only had eyes for Sam, and in turn he only had eyes for you.

So, when you both had weekends free, you found yourselves right here, cuddled up on a soft rug and surrounded by pillows. The fireplace was alive and alight to your left, the TV running a movie neither of you had any intention of watching. There was an array of snacks and treats splayed out for the two of you to indulge in, but in reality all you wanted was each other. All the kisses and caresses in the world wouldn’t make up for lost time.

Pulling back slightly, a gentle smile tugging on his lips, Sam lifted delicate fingers to slide your glasses away from you face.

You crinkled your nose before looking up at him pointedly. “Let me guess… I look beautiful?”

He chuckled, his whole body moving with the sound. “Always.” Reaching up again, he brushed your hair behind your ear. “I moved them so I can do this.”

Leaning in, when his lips connected with yours this time it was in a deep kiss that had you melting against the pillows behind you. Sam followed, moving until he was half hovering over you. He set your glasses down carefully, making sure to put them somewhere safe before bringing his hand back to you, letting it caress all your curves and lines, as if committing them to memory.

“Wish I could stay here,” he mumbled against your lips as if already intoxicated by your touch and taste. “Never leave.”

You sighed as his lips trailed down your jaw to your throat. “Then stay. Every time you leave it breaks my heart.” Your eyes fluttered shut as his hands slipped under your shirt. “Every time I wonder if it’ll be the last time I see you.”

Pulling away slightly, his hand left your shirt to cup your cheek. His thumb ran over your bottom lip as he watched with eyes so full of emotion it was a wonder one person could feel so much without breaking. Then again, Sam had been broken over and over, which strengthened his resilience each time. He was the strongest person you knew, while being the sweetest at the same time. An impossible and incredible character.

“I love you.”

Eyes now wide, they met yours, expressing all his wonder and awe that came with hearing those three words. Three words hunters rarely heard in their lives. Three words Winchesters heard even less.

Then, by some miracle, he smiled at you with pure perfection. “I love you, too.”

Bamby

[impala-dreamer]

Oh sweet Lord, rough sex. Dean and rough sex

like... rough sex? with Dean? I...

Yeah... that may happen. *sigh*

Pick a Kink!

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

What would they do when you plan a birthday surprise? TFW please!

sure do you want them planning for her or her for them?

Let’s Celebrate

[impalaimagining]

I just finished Leaving Her Behind and oh my goodness that was the perfect ending! Woke up for work feeling all grumbly and this was just what I needed! Thank you!

Aw, thank you! :) Glad I could help make your morning a little brighter

Leaving Her Behind

[imagineteamfreewill]

This is technically a belated Christmas drabble, since the reader, Dean, and their daughter are celebrating late. Hope you guys like it anyway!

“Is that the last of them?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder at Dean as he set down the box he’d brought in after you.

“If it’s not, the rest’ll have to wait. It’s snowing pretty hard out there,” he replied.

You nodded, glancing out the living room window at the front yard. Dean was right—you could barely see past the tall maple trees that were only a few yards away from the windows. 

“Whaddaya say we make some hot cocoa or something before we start unpacking everything? We’ve gotta get those presents out for Emma at some point, too...”

Dean hummed in agreement and began to look at the labels you’d scribbled on the boxes so the two of you would have a general idea of what was in each one. Finally, he exclaimed a happy ‘aha!’ and you heard the tell-tale sound of packing tape being ripped away from cardboard.

Smiling, you turned around to see him digging through a box on the far side of the room, throwing bubblewrap and various packing materials you’d saved from Amazon boxes onto the floor. There’d been plenty of boxes this year with all the presents Dean had bought his daughter. He hated going into stores so he’d done most of his shopping online, with the exception of when the two of you had taken her to the furniture store to pick out the bedroom set for her new room. 

“You’re making a mess!” you laughed as you wound your way through the stacks of boxes to get to him.

He gave you a cheeky grin. “Someone has to.”

“C’mon, Dean. We’ve gotta keep this place clean so that when Sam brings Emma she doesn’t trip and fall. Plus, you know she hates loud noises. If she steps on that bubble wrap and it pops, all hell’s gonna break loose.” 

Sighing, Dean leaned down and picked up the plastic bubbles scattered all around his feet and set them on an unopened box beside you. “Better?” he asked.

“Better,” you nodded, and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “You find those mugs yet, sweet cheeks?”

Dean chuckled at the nickname and pulled out the mugs you’d picked out for your winter honeymoon only a year before. You grinned wide and plucked yours from his hand, holding it by the handle with one hand so the other was free to wrap around Dean’s and pull him behind you into your new kitchen.

_______________

By the time Sam was bringing Emma to your new house, you and Dean had finished unpacking her room and the living room. You’d even managed to put up a few Christmas decorations and put her presents on the coffee table, despite the fact that it was the day after Christmas. She’d been at Sam’s house for three days now so that you and Dean could move without having to keep tabs on her, which meant that she hadn’t had a chance to open them yet. You were exhausted, but the look on your daughter’s face when she walked in made it all worth it. 

“It’s just like at home!” she cried, running to Dean and jumping into his ready arms, her backpack still fastened over her shoulders.

He chuckled and kissed her on those nose, then replied, “It is home, kiddo. What do you think? Do you like the trees in the front?”

Emma nodded enthusiastically, beaming when you came up beside Dean and wrapped an arm around his waist so that you were as close as possible to your little girl.

“Were you good for Uncle Sam?” you asked. She nodded again and you looked over her shoulder at Sam, who nodded and set her small suitcase down by the front door.

“We had lots of fun,” Sam told you with a smile.

“Good. Why don’t you show Uncle Sam your new room?”

Emma squirmed in Dean’s arms until he put her down, then ran over to Sam and grabbed two of his fingers in her small hand, pulling him behind her to her new room, just as you’d led Dean into the kitchen earlier that day.

You could hear Emma explaining all the furniture to Sam from the living room and you smiled to yourself, humming happily when Dean moved to stand in front of you, resting his forehead against yours.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he murmured.

“Merry Christmas, Dean.”

x x

Christmas Requests: First Christmas, from @gabrielslittleangel, and Hot Cocoa, from @ladylaylo

[frenchybell]

Guardian Angel

Description: You get hit on at the bar and Cas takes offense.

Characters: Y/N, Cas, Dean, Sam, and Grabby Hands

Words: 461

Warnings: a little fighting... that’s about it...

Prompt: “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?” requested by @ladylaylo dealer’s choice on the character. I hope you like it!!!

A/N: This is for my Challenge Frenchy event. I hadn’t written in a long time... well, finished writing anything in a long time, and decided to challenge myself to one drabble a day with the help of y’all. If you want in, just send me an ask and a prompt! Easy peasy. If you would like to be tagged just let me know. As always, feed back is welcomed and gives me the warm fuzzies :) Hope y’all enjoy!

It's Saturday night, and they'd just finished a hunt. What better way to celebrate than to grab a few beers at a local watering hole with Sam, Dean, and Cas? Y/N can't help but smile as Cas takes a sip of the cold brew. He still wasn't too keen on some of the bitter brews Dean liked to put in front of him, much to Dean's amusement.

The music is blaring and Dean is out dancing with a cute brunette he picked up at the bar. Sam is scrolling through his phone, and Y/N’s beer is empty. Not wanting to disturb the relaxed hunter, she gets to her feet and makes her way to the bar and puts in her order for another round.

Suddenly she feels someone roughly grab her ass. “Hey there sexy! Haven't seen you in town before. How about I-”

His words are cut off short as Cas jerks him away from her before she can react. The angel gives the creep a gut punch, making the man wheeze for breath. She hadn’t even realized Cas had followed her.

“Cas! Let him go!” she tries to coax her friend.

“Just let me teach him a lesson about man-handling a lady. Let me hit him one more time.” She knew Cas had a rough side, but damn.

“No. The nice man will apologize for being a jerk off and then be on his way.” Y/N puts her hands on her hips, the face of calm as she waits for Cas to calm down.

She sees Dean and Sam making their way over and knows it will only be worse once they find out what happened.

“Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?” Cas asks.

“Yes.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

Y/N shakes her head. She's having a hard time not laughing at the sight before her. Cas’s grip on the man is so tight that all of his attempts to get away are futile. Sam and Dean are now flanking the angel, making her think of armed guards.

She turns to the man who grabbed her. “Are you going to apologize?”

The man squirms. “Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry.”

Cas shakes him. “What are you sorry for?” He practically growls.

“I'm sorry I grabbed your ass! Please, can I go now?” Cas shoves the man away and watches as he scrambles out of the bar.

Only when he's out of sight does Y/N allow herself a smile. “Man, a girl's love life could really suffer if you three are around anytime a man comes within ten feet…” As if nothing happened she grabs their drinks and heads for the table, shaking her head all the way there.

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[katymacsupernatural]

Present Wrapping Problems

Dean Winchester x Reader

850 Words

Story Summary: Throwing a party for family and friends, you enlist Dean to help you. 

Part of Katy’s Christmas Drabbles. Requested by @ladylaylo. Requested the prompt:  listening to Christmas music, “you're useless with wrapping presents”

Everything was almost perfect. The Christmas tree was in it’s place of honor in the war room, taller than any tree you’ve ever had before. Dean had to use one of the biggest ladders to even place the star on top, but it fit the room perfectly.

Garland was hung everywhere you could reach. Over the bookcases, up the staircase. Lights twinkled throughout, as candles flickered on the tables. Christmas music played softly throughout the library, as you raced from one room to the next, making sure everything was ready. Today was an important day for you, and you needed it to be perfect.

“Whoa Y/N, where are you going so fast?” Dean asked, reaching out and grabbing you by the arm as you sped past him for what had to be the fifth time.

“Just trying to make sure everything is ready for the party tonight!” You answered, giggling as he pulled you down so you were sitting in his lap. “Dean, I’ve got to keep working!”

“It’s Christmas Eve, you don’t need to be this stressful. Everything looks amazing, and they’ll love it.” He insisted, but you wanted it to be perfect.

“But I still have the appetizers to do, and the presents, and…” You babbled before his lips against your silenced the things that still needed to be done.

“What can I do to help?” He asked you once his lips were gone from yours.

“Do you think you could wrap the presents?” You asked him. With a sigh, he nodded, and you quickly kissed him once again. “Thank you! They’re in our closet. If you need help remembering who gets what, come get me in the kitchen!”

Moving from his lap, you went into the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for the appetizers you were planning on serving. Sure, it was just family and friends coming over for the evening, but you wanted to make sure there was enough to eat.

Going simple with chips and dip, you also brought out some fancier items, things that you knew everyone would like. Making sure everything was warm and ready to go, you began mixing drinks, adding some nog to the eggnog, and creating a punch that was sure to knock everyone’s socks off.

Wiping your hands clean, you left the kitchen to change into your ugly sweater, knowing people would start arriving soon. As you rounded the corner, you heard Christmas still playing in the library. But it was Dean’s cursing under his breath that had you silently rounding the corner, giggling at what was in front of you.

Dean had a stack of presents to be wrapped beside him. Rolls of wrapping paper were strewn about on the floor, and a gift tag was currently stuck on his shoulder. He was flinging his hands around, tape stuck to his hand, as the paper on the present he was attempting to wrap ripped right down the middle.

“You’re useless with wrapping presents.” You teased as you came forward. Leaning over him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I thought you would have been done by now.”

“The tape keeps sticking to everything!” He grumbled. “And this paper keeps ripping. I never thought wrapping presents could be so difficult!”

“Can I help?” You asked him, pulling out the chair and sitting next to him? “How about I deal with the paper, and you deal with the tape?”

“Fine.” He answered, still more than annoyed that he hadn’t been able to get one job done.

“This way it will get done faster, and we can spend some time together before everyone gets here.” You tried to make it better.

Quickly the two of you worked out a system. Humming along to the Christmas Music playing on the radio, you would grab the roll of wrapping paper, and Dean would place the present inside. As you cut it to fit, he would get a piece of tape ready, placing it exactly where you needed it. After turning it over, he would place a tag on the front, going for a bow while you wrote down who it was for.

With only one more present to go, you leaned over, grabbing a bright red bow and sticking it on his head. Giggling, you pulled out your phone, snapping a picture before he could take it off. Frowning at you, he pulled it off, placing it on your nose before chuckling himself.

“There, we’re done!” You exclaimed, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. “We have just enough time to get changed before the party!”

“Changed?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m fine wearing this.”

“Come on Dean. I bought you the perfect sweater!” You giggled, knowing it was going to be a fight to get it on him. “If you behave, wear the sweater, I’ll let you open one of your Christmas presents early. And I think you’ll really enjoy it!”

Winking at him, you had a feeling he knew exactly what you were talking about.

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[winchesterprincessbride]

The Parent Trap-Part 5

Part 1         My Master List

Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)

A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!

Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence.  They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl.  Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York.  The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?

A/N/N: The girls' thoughts are in italics

Mary

New York City was like nothing Mary had ever seen before.  There were people everywhere, and the sounds and smells of the Big Apple were nothing like California. There was a frenetic vibe here that was completely different from anything on the West Coast.

“So Carlos has been asking me pretty much every day when you were coming home.” you told Mary conversationally.  “He’s been pretty mopey since you’ve been gone.”

Carlos.  He’s Annie’s friend that lives next door.  I got this!

“He just missed having someone to walk to the garage with him,” Mary said lightly, looking to you for your reaction.

You grinned at her.  “Well, someone has to make sure he doesn’t eat his Dad’s dinner on the way.  He is a growing boy.”

Conversation flowed easily as the two of you sat in the snarl of traffic out of the airport.  After what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up to a quaint, old building with dark marbled stairs worn smooth from years of feet, and tall narrow windows overlooking the street.  Many of those windows held boxes filled with flowers, and Mary was enchanted.  It was a scene right out of “West Side Story”, one of her favorite musicals.

She was struggling to drag Annie’s bag up from the curb when she felt a hand grab it.  Whirling around in surprise,  her eyes met those of a tall muscular boy and she froze for a second.

“ ‘bout time you’re back from wilderness prison!” He said with a smirk.  “So I guess you didn’t get eaten by a bear, huh?”

Inside, Mary was panicking.   Who is this? I think it’s Carlos., but I’m not 100% sure, so I’ll just play along until he clues me in.  He’s cute, like really, really cute.  I hope he IS Carlos.

“Yeah, you wish. I’ll try to get eaten by a bear next time,” she replied with Annie’s typical sass.  “So, anything exciting happen while I was gone?” she couldn’t seem to stop staring at him.

“Nah, same old same old.” The boy replied with a shrug,  still giving no clue to his identity.

As you headed up the front steps, you turned and spoke.  “ I know how much you like my beef stew, Carlos.  Why don’t you come over for dinner? I made it for Annie’s first dinner back.”

Carlos nodded.  “Sure Ms. C. I just gotta let my Ma know.”

He carried the bag to the top of the steps, and Mary grabbed for the handle, accidentally taking his hand in hers. His hand was huge with long callused fingers. She yelped and dropped his hand like it was on fire, hoping that you didn’t notice the awkward moment.

You gestured towards your daughter. “Are you coming, or would you rather fight Carlos for your bag?”

“What? No! I’m right behind you.” Mary insisted.

“See you later, Carlos. Say hi to your Mom for me!” you called over your shoulder.

You were already on your way down the hall.  Mary grabbed her bag and ran to catch up.  She turned to look back.  Carlos was still standing in the doorway staring after her, a confused look on his face.

The text message alert beeped on her phone, and Mary pulled it out of her pocket and scanned it quickly.

Dad has been “seeing someone”. She is coming to dinner tonight. Call to discuss. 11PM your time.

“Oh no!” Mary whispered.  This could ruin everything!  She quickly sent back a reply.

OK. Talk tonight. We need a plan.

Annie

The car headed up the long driveway and stopped in front of a sprawling split-level house.  A large black and white dog came bounding out the door jumping around excitedly and barking.  “Juliet, calm down you maniac!” A pretty blond woman said as she emerged from the house.

“Mary! Thank goodness you’re back! Finally another woman around here besides Juliet! I’ve missed you, Kid. Oh my god! Let me see your hair!” She took Annie’s hands, and Annie did an obligatory spin for her before she was pulled in for a hug.

“Hi, Donna! I missed you too!” Annie said as she hugged the housekeeper warmly.  Mary had shared how close she was to Donna, and Annie could already tell she was going to like her.

“I LOVE it!” Donna pronounced. “So chic! Who cut it?” She asked as she fingered it.

“One of my bunk-mates,” Annie said offhandedly, not mentioning any names.

“Juliet sure missed you! She pouted in your room the whole time you were gone.  Jules! Mary is home!” Donna called to the dog who was chasing something across the yard.

I am Mary. I am Mary. I am Mary.

“Hey, Juliet! Come here, baby!” Annie called, and the dog came running.  Before Juliet reached her, she stopped in front of her and looked at Annie warily.

“Jules, it’s Mary! What is wrong with you?” Sam asked as he joined them.

Oh, crap! The dog knows I’m not Mary!

Annie ran to Juliet, fell to her knees, and hugged her. “I missed you so much! Do I smell like the woods?” She kissed Juliet’s head, and the dog licked her face once and trotted off.  There was an awkward silence.

“That was weird.” Uncle Dean finally said after a moment.  “Got anything to eat, Donna? I’m starving!”

“What else is new?” Donna grumbled. “I can make some sandwiches.” Come help me, Mary. I want to hear all about camp!” Donna held out her hand, and Annie grabbed it and headed toward the house.

“We’ll be up as soon as we get the bags from the car,” Sam told Donna and he and Dean headed back toward Dean’s car.

“So Dad’s been seeing someone? What’s up with that? Who is she?” Annie asked, looking behind her to see if Sam and Dean were coming.

“Don’t even get me started on her,” Donna said with a toss of her shoulder as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed sandwich fixings and put them on the counter.

“Come on Donna….spill it!” Annie whispered eagerly.

Donna sighed, seemingly wrestling with herself.  “Okay, fine. He met her at some charity thing.  Her name is Ruby.  She is pretty, yeah, but she is so not his type! I know a gold digger when I see one. But your Dad’s been so lonely and he looks at her like she hung the moon.”

“Shhhh...Here they come!” Annie hissed.

“I hate airport food!” Dean exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, and Annie and Donna quickly separated.  Annie tried not to look guilty.

“Well don’t eat too much, because I’m making a special dinner tonight.“  Donna reminded him, not looking happy about it.

Annie turned to Sam as he entered behind Dean.  “So Dad? Who’s coming to dinner tonight?”

“And I’m outta here!” Dean said quickly, grabbing his plate and bolting from the kitchen.

“Coward!” Donna called after him.  “I’m gonna give you two some privacy, I think.” She said as she gave Sam a telling look.  “We’ll catch up later, okay, Mary?”

Annie nodded as she waited for her father to speak.  He took a deep breath.  “Mary, honey, you have been my whole world for as long as I can remember.  But as fun, as that’s been, I’ve missed being with someone.”  

I’ll try playing dumb, see where that gets me. Annie thought.

“But Daddy, you have lots of friends! And you always have Uncle Dean.” Annie said earnestly.

Sam frowned slightly.  “I know, Mary. That’s not what I mean. I miss being with someone, romantically.”

Annie smiled sweetly.  “But you were involved with someone romantically.  My mother.  But you never talk about her, do you?”

“Now Mary….” Sam began.

Annie stood up abruptly. “I’m gone two weeks, and you suddenly have a girlfriend?  What’s next, we’re moving to Alaska? I can’t believe this, are you TRYING to ruin my life, Dad?” Throwing her plate in the sink, she started to yell to throw Sam off his game.  “I bet you planned this whole camp thing to get me out of the way so you could shack up with your GIRLFRIEND while I was out of the way, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”

Sam looked utterly gobsmacked. He had no idea what was happening.  One minute they were having a normal conversation, and now Mary was screaming.  What the hell was going on?

The next thing he knew, he was in the kitchen by himself, and he could hear Mary stomping up the stairs to her room. “I HATE YOU!” He heard her yelling.

Dean returned now that the coast was clear.  “She seems thrilled about Ruby.” He deadpanned to his brother.

“I haven’t even told her yet,” Sam said quietly.

“What now?” Dean asked. “Then what was all the screaming about?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t.  One minute I’m telling her I miss being with someone, then she brings up Y/N, then she’s screaming and stomping away.” Sam looked worried.

Dean sat down across from Sam, looking thoughtful for a moment.  “She brought up Y/N?  What did she say exactly?”

“Something about how I never talk about her, and then she accused me of sending her to camp to get her out of the way so I could “shack up” with Ruby. She’s never yelled at me like that before.” He scrubbed a hand over his face.  “She sounded just like her.”

“Like who?” Dean asked, confused.

“Like Y/N,” Sam said sadly, memories washing over him.

“Better get used to it, man. She’s a teenager.  Are you sure this dinner tonight is a good idea?” Dean questioned. “Maybe give her a day or two to simmer down.”

Sam shook his head. “I promised Ruby.  We want to tell her tonight.”

Dean looked shocked. “Her first night home? Are you sure? Especially after this?  She’s your daughter Sam, but if I were you, I would tell Ruby to slow down a little. If she wants you, Mary is part of the package too.”

“I hear what you're saying, but I want Mary to meet the woman I love, the sooner the better. She and Ruby will get along great, I know it.” Sam said stubbornly. Ruby had him under her spell, and Dean saw it, even if Sam couldn’t.

“It’s your funeral, dude,” Dean said finally. “ Maybe you should take Ruby and Mary out tonight? Someplace that’s neutral territory?  Then they will both be on their best behavior, and me and Donna don’t have to be there.”

Part 6

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[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Rings

Word Count: 1957

Square Filled: Fake Marriage

Summary: “What happens when the right guy comes along, see’s that ring, and high tails it out here?” – “I never thought about that. I guess, if he’s the right one, he’d stick around long enough to find out that the ring is a fake.”

Warnings: Fluff, Dash of Angst, Douche Bags, Rifle, Threats, Drunk Guys, Gross Guys, Some Explicit Language, and Lying… 

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Fearless by Kat Perkins

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

I love her voice so much. This song is one of my favorites (fun fact it is on my LLL playlist lol)

SEND ME A SONG

[impala-dreamer]

So I saw your post about your challenge and I think I'm going to use it as the push I need to write and share it. My only problem is I have no idea how to do the whole keep reading thingy! I usually only use my tablet or phone because my computer is junky. Do I need to use a computer to do this?

no problem, honey! on mobile, you type in a code: 

[ [ MORE ]  ] - without the spaces, and it adds the KR. or, at least, used to. the new update is the suck. ;)

[winchesterprincessbride]

The Parent Trap-Part 4

Part 1                        My Master List

Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)

A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!

Summary:  Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence.  They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl.  Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York.  The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?  Mary

“Are you sure you can do this?” Mary asked doubtfully as Annie pulled a pair of scissors from her suitcase.

“Piece of cake!” Annie replied confidently. “Just have a little faith, okay?” Looking at herself critically in the mirror, she began to snip away at Mary’s long hair.

Mary shut her eyes tightly and prayed she wouldn’t end up bald.  Her Dad loved her hair, and when she finally did go home she knew he was going to have a fit.  Sorry, Daddy, she thought to herself as her head felt lighter and lighter.

“There!” Annie said with a flourish.  “Open your eyes, for Pete’s sake!”

When Mary looked at her reflection in the mirror, her mouth dropped open in surprise.  “Oh my gosh! I look just like…”

“Me!” Her twin finished. “I know, right?” She leaned her head in next to Mary’s. “They will never be able to tell us apart now.”

Annie

“Where do I go to school?” Annie asked after thinking for a moment.

“Washington Junior High,” Mary answered promptly, responding with a question of her own.  “What does Uncle Dean call his car?”

Annie paused.  “His Baby?” She asked tentatively.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Mary questioned.

Biting back the bitchy remark she really wanted to say, Annie replied, “Telling you, oh great and mighty quiz mistress.”

Mary sighed and crossed her arms, looking so much like their mom when she was mad it was comical. “This is serious! We don’t have to just look like each other.  We have to be each other for this to work.  You get that, right?”

“Yeah, I get it! I know what’s at stake here!” Annie grumbled.  So what are my neighbors' names?”

“The Espositos on the right, Mrs. Dunner on the left, and the Jacobson's across the hall!” Mary grinned triumphantly.  “What’s my best friend’s name?”

“Abby.  No, wait! Ashley? Aubrey?”  Annie had never been good at memorizing things.

“NO! It’s Ivy! How’s it going to look when I come home from camp and I don’t know my best friends name? You have to get this stuff or you aren’t going to last a day!” Mary ran her hands through her now-short hair in frustration.

“Look, I’m trying! I don’t have a photographic memory like you! I’m doing the best I can, so stop yelling at me!” Annie demanded as she jumped off her bunk and began to pace.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mary asked quietly.  “We go home tomorrow. It’s not too late to back out.  We can think of something else.”

“No way. We are doing this. Now shut up and ask me another question.” Annie said determinedly.

“Did you really need all this stuff?” Annie hissed as she tried to maneuver Mary’s bags out the door.

As the twins exited their cabin and headed to say goodbye to their friends, they ran into Mrs. Rinaldi.  “Well, girls. I hope you enjoyed camp. I’m glad you were able to work out your differences. I like your hair, Mary.”

“Thanks. Camp was fun.” Annie responded. Mary just nodded in agreement, and Mrs. Rinaldi moved on.

Annie had an earlier flight than Mary, so she was in the first van to the airport.  They started to load up, and she turned to her sister.  “Well, this is it, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Mary echoed and launched herself into Annie’s arms. “I’m so happy we found each other.” She whispered in her sister’s ear, hugging her tightly.

Annie returned the hug. “Me too.  You have my number. Text me with updates. Operation Double Trouble starts now.” She said with a grin.

Mary

Mary watched Annie’s van pull away, and felt a strange emptiness, like part of her, was missing.  She had never felt this way before.  Since she had some time to kill,  she decided to go and talk to some of Annie’s bunkmates from Evergreen Cabin. She wanted to see if her “Annie” could fool them and if she needed to tweak it at all.  

Mary spent the next two hours talking to Annie’s friends and they had no idea whatsoever that she wasn’t Annie.  This is going to be so easy. She thought smugly.  When it was time, she loaded her stuff into the van, said goodbye to her “friends”, and was soon on her way to the airport.

The flight from Michigan to La Guardia was boring, but Mary just couldn’t let herself relax.  At the end of this, she was going to get to meet her mother…..finally!  But as far as she was concerned, it had only been two weeks since she’d last seen her.

As the plane taxied to the gate, she began to panic.  She pulled out her phone, and there was a text from Annie, code-named “Amanda” in case anyone saw her phone. But she was supposed to delete the texts as soon as she read them, just to be safe.

It said simply, You got this! She grinned as she deleted the text. “Darn right, I do.” She told herself.

Mary would have recognized you anywhere. You were standing at the edge of the crowd of people, and your face broke out in an excited grin as soon as you saw her.  You ran forward, enveloping her into a hug, and Mary held tightly for a moment, reveling in your embrace.  You smelled like honeysuckle.

“I sure missed you, Annie! I know it’s only been two weeks, but I swear you got taller! How is that even possible? So, did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I did, but I’m really happy to be home with you,” Mary told her mother with a smile.

“How was the food? Still awful?” you asked, wrinkling your nose.

“You have no idea.”

“I made your favorite for dinner to welcome you home,” you told Mary as the two of you headed towards the baggage claim area.

“Beef stew, yay!” Mary said brightly, trying to summon up some enthusiasm. The fact that she had been a vegetarian for the past year was going to be a bit of a problem. Annie told her to just not eat the meat and if you asked to make up a story about one of your bunkmates being a vegan and really rubbing off on you.

Annie

I am Mary, I am Mary, I am Mary.

Annie kept telling herself this over and over during the flight from Michigan to San Diego.  Her nerves were wound so tight she felt like she was going to explode. Something told her that Mary would need some encouragement, so she sent her a quick text using her “Amanda” alias. She got a smiley-face back in return. Mary was “Megan” in her phone to throw off suspicion.

In a few minutes, she would get off the plane as Mary Winchester, and “Operation Double Trouble” would be in motion.  They hadn’t really discussed how long they were going to let this go before revealing their true identities, but they had the rest of the summer to figure that out.

Annie paused on the jetway and looked back at the plane.  There was no turning back.  She took a deep breath, threw her carryon over her shoulder, and marched out the door into the airport.  There were a lot of people waiting, and she didn’t see anyone, so she stopped and scanned the crowd.

“Mary? Holy crap, what did you do to your hair?” A deep voice said behind Annie, and she whirled around. A tall man was standing behind her with a playful grin on his face.

“Hey, Uncle Dean! I cut it, do you like it?” Holy crap, Uncle Dean was hot! Mary didn’t say our uncle was practically a male model!

He pulled you into a hug. ‘I can actually see your face now, it looks good.”

“Where is Dad?  Didn’t he come?” Annie tried to keep the disappointment from her voice.

“And miss his baby girl’s arrival? Are you kidding? He’s in the bathroom. He’s gonna be so mad that I got to see you first.  So, did you like camp? Juliet has been pouting since you left.”

Juliet….Juliet….Oh yeah, the dog.  “I can’t wait to see my baby, I’ve missed her so much!” Annie tried her best to sound convincing. In fact, she was a little nervous about meeting the dog. Mary had assured her Juliet was a big teddy bear, but big dogs made her nervous.

“Mary, baby, you’re home!” An even taller man came sprinting up to her and Dean, and Annie’s mouth dropped slightly.  None of her friends' dads looked like him. Whoa!

“Hi, Daddy!” She said in her best Mary-ish voice and he enveloped her in a hug.  He was huge.

“You cut your hair, I see.” He said, fingering the short strands.

“Yep, my bunkmate Amanda cut it. I really like it this way.” Annie said defiantly, waiting to see how he would respond.

“Well, if you like it, then I do too,” Sam told her.  “Let’s go get your bags and head home.”

They headed out to the parking garage, both of them peppering her with questions about camp.  They stopped at a gorgeous black classic car, and Annie ran her hand over its shiny bumper. She was a total gear-head.  Her neighbor Mr. Esposito worked in a garage, and sometimes she and her friend Carlos, his son, would go visit him at the shop when he was working late to bring him dinner.

She looked up, and Uncle Dean was giving her an odd look. “Don’t tell me you missed my Baby while you were gone?” He said with a smirk.

“I missed everything, Uncle Dean! Even you!”

The drive home was breathtaking. The city soon gave way to rolling hills, beaches and ocean. California was breathtaking. Uncle Dean was really funny and made Annie laugh.

“So what did you do while I was gone, Dad? Anything exciting?” Annie asked Sam.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. “Actually, honey, I wanted to talk to you about that,” Sam told Annie.  “I’ve been seeing someone, and I spent some time with her while you were gone. I’d like you to meet her. She’s going to join us for dinner tonight.”

She looked at him in horror. “Seeing her? Like a girlfriend?”

Before Sam could answer, his phone rang.  It was his office calling, and he started talking in legal-ese and Annie tuned out. Unzipping her backpack, she slid her hands inside and grabbed her phone.  She quickly sent Mary a text.

Dad has been “seeing someone”. She is coming to dinner tonight. I will call to discuss. 1 a.m. NY time. set your alarm!

Part 5

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[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Hope in a Dark Place

Word Count: 1861

Square Filled: Purgatory

Summary: Stuck in Purgatory, you manage, with help from Dean, to find hope in a dark, hopeless, place.

Warnings: SMUT, Slight Angst, maybe a dash of Fluff?

Masterlist

SPNDeanBingo Masterlist

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Forever: @dragonchica @waywardbaby @shikaros-blog @winchest09 @flamencodiva @spnbaby-67 @spnwoman @dolphincliffs @musicalmuffindog1410 @prettyinplaid94 @winchesterprincessbride @veevm @claitynroberts @closetspngirl @gracefultrenchcoat494 @emoryhemsworth @linki-locks11 @couldabeenamermaid @puff1408 @herbologystudent252 @atc74 @hobby27 @amanda-teaches @holyfuckloueh @alexwinchester23 @screechingartisancashbailiff @kdcollinsauthor @my-thoughts-on-display3 @ladylaylo @salt-n-burn-em-all @winchestergirl82 @mogaruke @heycasbutt @tumbler-tidbits @izzycolhan @roonyxx @drakelover78 @akshi8278

Dean: @wingedcatninja @deanwinchesterswitch @maddiepants @deansenwackles @natasha-baggins @dean-winchesters-bacon @supernatural-jackles @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @adoptdontshoppets @fandom-princess-forevermore @thefaithfulwriter @fangirlanotherjust @janicho88 @waywardnerd67 @that-weird-asian-gorl @kickingitwithkirk

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Update:

The Lucky Ones

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Drabble

Word Count: 584

Square Filled: Soulmates AU

Summary: In a world where finding a soulmate has become extremely rare, Dean and Y/N are lucky to have found each other. 

Warnings: Fluff

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Forever: @dragonchica @waywardbaby @shikaros-blog @winchest09 @flamencodiva @spnbaby-67 @spnwoman @dolphincliffs @musicalmuffindog1410 @prettyinplaid94 @winchesterprincessbride @veevm @claitynroberts @closetspngirl @gracefultrenchcoat494 @emoryhemsworth @linki-locks11 @couldabeenamermaid @puff1408 @herbologystudent252 @atc74 @hobby27 @amanda-teaches @holyfuckloueh @alexwinchester23 @screechingartisancashbailiff @kdcollinsauthor @my-thoughts-on-display3 @ladylaylo @salt-n-burn-em-all @winchestergirl82 @mogaruke @heycasbutt @tumbler-tidbits @izzycolhan @roonyxx @drakelover78 @akshi8278

Dean: @wingedcatninja @deanwinchesterswitch @maddiepants @deansenwackles @natasha-baggins @dean-winchesters-bacon @supernatural-jackles @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @adoptdontshoppets @fandom-princess-forevermore @thefaithfulwriter @fangirlanotherjust @janicho88 @waywardnerd67 @that-weird-asian-gorl @kickingitwithkirk

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

My Girl

Word Count: 1600

Square Filled: Childhood Friends

Summary: There are rumors going around the neighborhood that Dean was coming back home to Lawrence for a visit. Needing clarification of said rumors, you made your way to the Winchester house. When you arrived, your question was quickly answered and then some.

Warnings: Fluff, Eavesdropping, Angst if you squint, and just really cheesy stuff (that I can’t get enough of.)

Masterlist || SPN Dean Bingo 2019 Masterlist

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Forever: @dragonchica @waywardbaby @shikaros-blog @winchest09 @flamencodiva @spnbaby-67 @spnwoman @dolphincliffs @musicalmuffindog1410 @prettyinplaid94 @winchesterprincessbride @veevm @claitynroberts @closetspngirl @gracefultrenchcoat494 @emoryhemsworth @linki-locks11 @couldabeenamermaid @puff1408 @herbologystudent252 @atc74 @hobby27 @amanda-teaches @holyfuckloueh @alexwinchester23 @screechingartisancashbailiff @kdcollinsauthor @my-thoughts-on-display3 @ladylaylo @salt-n-burn-em-all @winchestergirl82 @mogaruke @heycasbutt @tumbler-tidbits @izzycolhan @roonyxx @drakelover78 @akshi8278

Dean: @wingedcatninja @deanwinchesterswitch @maddiepants @deansenwackles @natasha-baggins @dean-winchesters-bacon @supernatural-jackles @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @adoptdontshoppets @fandom-princess-forevermore @thefaithfulwriter @fangirlanotherjust @janicho88 @waywardnerd67 @that-weird-asian-gorl @kickingitwithkirk