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Cas x reader, leather jacket cas

“I’ve got something for you,” you explained to Cas as you handing him a decorated paper bag, “I know Christmas isn’t for another month, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Castiel gently took the bag from you and pulled out the strategically placed tissue paper. Inside was a heavy charcoal colored leather jacket. He smiled as he felt the familiar fabric between his fingers and let the bag drop to the ground. The angel pulled off his trench coat and set it aside to the bed. As he slid on his new jacket, his eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. One arm in after the other and it seemed to fit him like a glove. 

“It… it’s like Dean’s. The one that hangs on the chair in his room,” murmured Cas.

“Yeah, I saw you admiring it a few weeks ago and thought you might like one of your own.”

Cas walked over to the tall mirror and shifted his body weight from side to side as he squinted at himself in his reflection. He felt strange without his trench coat but also realized this was one of the first pieces of clothing he’d owned for himself that hadn’t previously belonged to someone else. For a second, he pressed his lips together and tilted his head the way Dean does when he is flirting with someone, thinking it was what men did to look attractive. 

“So… what do you think,” you asked nervously.

“I like it,” said Cas, pointedly. “I’ll wear it on hunts while… as you say, am “scoping the town”, to question people. And it’s heavy, and sturdy…with a pocket for my angel blade.” He thought to himself, he almost looks as handsome as Dean. 

The angel walked his way back over to you and wrapped you up in an all-consuming hug. His scratchy beard and the smooth leather of his jacket rubbed against your skin and sent chills up your spine. Not much could get better than the smell of leather and the warmth of Castiel’s body against your own. It would only be a few hours later that you found yourself near fully naked lying in bed with the ruffled haired angel only being covered by the same heavy leather he’d been prancing around the bunker. 

“Thank you for the jacket, (Y/N),” beamed Cas.

“And the other stuff,” you implied with a smirk.

“Ah, yes and of course the other stuff,” Cas grumbled shyly, burying his face into your neck. 

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NOTE:

THREE MILLION YEARS LATER….

boom. I answered an ask. a request. from 2017!!!!! 

For fuck sake…Where has the time gone? I just need to apologize to this poor soul that sent me an ask three fucking years ago and I am only answering it now…

*nervously laughs at my mental health*

but I did it. I DID IT! I am in a MUCH better mental health space than I was three years ago and since I’ve been watching the show again it made me miss writing. So, I thought a quick drabble might be a good start to get back into the flow of things.

anyways… yeah. Welp. Let’s see how long it will be until I post a full fic again lol

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Tag List Clean-Up

It’s time to clean up my tag lists. This post is concerning my FOREVER, DEAN GIRL, SAM GIRL, JOHN GIRL and DEAN X DONNA tag lists. This does not affect any series tag lists.

I totally understand that people’s interests change, they no longer hang out on Tumblr, you get busy and have to limit what and who you read, all that stuff. There will be no hard feelings if you ask to be removed from any list.

So, here’s what you need to do. Send me an ask or a message letting me know if you want to stay on the list, move to a different list or be removed altogether. If I don’t hear from you by SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 3RD, you will be removed from the list. LIKES DO NOT COUNT.

I will be adding to the list as space comes available. To be added to any list, YOU MUST SEND AN ASK.

Couple of things first:

I do my best to tag everyone, but there are just some people Tumblr won’t let me tag. If it gets to a point where I’ve been trying to tag you for months and months and I just can’t, I’ll message you to let you know and remove you from the list. I hate doing that, but Tumblr is stupid.

Dean/Sam/John lists get tagged in any and all incarnations of the Winchester men, including AUs.

My Forever tags DO NOT get tagged in my Dean and Donna fics. ONLY the Dean x Donna list is tagged. If you want to be tagged in Dean x Donna, you need to tell me to add you to that list.

Interaction is key. As an author, I live for interaction with my work. I don’t expect a reblog/reply/etc on every post, but if I post 20 stories and you don’t acknowledge any of them with even a like, I have to wonder why I’m tagging you. Tagging takes a lot of time. A lot. Please keep that in mind when asking to be tagged.

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lazairahel   replied to your post “Love at First Video Part 44: Happily Ever After: The End”

Nooooo it can't be over yet. I really enjoyed t his series. Thank you for sharing. 😊😍😊

I know, I can’t believe it’s over either! Thank you so much for reading it, I’m so glad you liked it!!!

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The Charade, Part 12

Read it here! 

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To everyone who sent in asks for valentine’s from the wonderful men of SPN or requested personal aesthetics, thank you. You gave me a reason yesterday to spread love. I never expected that so many of you would respond. You’re all so amazing. 

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Thank you @lazairahel and @impish-anon for reminding me why I love this fandom. Hugs you both

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According to You (part 11)

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You and Misha come to terms with your new life without Paul.

Warnings: RPF, just fluff

A/N: I made y’all wait a month for this update and I feel awful. I promise you won’t have to wait as long for the next one.

Feedback motivates my writing muse, so an extra thank you to everyone that leaves some. If you'd like to be added to my tag list, just shoot me an ask or DM because Tumblr doesn't always notify me of comments and reblogs.

Misha is single in this series and, as always, no hate or disrespect towards Vicki or their family

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You had finally calmed down enough for Misha to question how you were feeling after your conversation with Paul. Free was the best way you could describe it.

"He took it better than I thought he would." You were genuinely surprised that Paul didn't scream your ear off. "He actually apologized and told me he understood that I needed space."

Misha frowned. "Some space, huh? I take it he doesn't get that it's over? Like, over over."

"If he doesn't get it now, he will get it when I never go back." You sighed at the idea of your relationship being over. It felt surreal to think that such a dark part of your life was actually over when just a day before you thought it would be that way forever.

Sitting up, you crawled into Mishas lap and rested your head against his shoulder. "Thank you, Misha." You mumbled quietly against his neck. "I never would have been able to get away from him without you. I love you so much."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around your back, hugging you tightly.  "I love you too, Y/N. You never have to put up with that shit ever again."

If it was anyone else, you might have felt embarrassed by clinging to him the way you were; but not with him. In fact, he seemed to want you right there with him as much as you did.

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"Mish! This place is perfect!" Your voice echoed through the apartment you were checking out. "It comes with all this furniture, I can walk to the café, and the kitchen is huge!"

Misha forced a smile. He was genuinely happy to see you so excited; but still didn't like the idea of you living by yourself. "The exposed beams are a nice touch, I'll give you that; but I personally like the security system."

You knew Misha still worried about you; but Paul had kept his word and hadn't even tried to contact you since you left him. "Since when are you the practical one around here?"

Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you toward him. "Since I have someone very precious to me that I want to be safe."

"I know and I appreciate it." You smiled and hugged him back. "I just really hope I can afford it.”

As it turned out, your dream apartment was well beyond your price range. Working at a small, independently owned café didn’t pay enough for such a lavish place.

Unshed tears pricked your eyes as you climbed into the passenger side of Mishas car. "I should have known better. I guess I'll just have to settle for that small basement unit we saw the other day."

"That… no." Misha argued. Sure that place had much cheaper rent, but it was a security nightmare; far to easy for someone to break in and harm you. He hated seeing you upset; so he was already thinking about how he would help. "We will figure something out.”

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After a long, frustrating day of looking at apartments that were either too expensive or didn’t seem safe enough, you decided you needed a nap.

“Come cuddle me.” You asked with pleading eyes.

Misha chuckled at your child-like tone. “I’ll be up in a bit; I have some work I need to finish first.”

“Fine.” You stuck out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. It’s true that you were disappointed; but you also knew that Misha had a lot going on in his life work-wise and you weren’t about to keep him from his tasks.

As soon as he heard the bedroom door close, he slipped outside to make a phone call to the rental company in charge of the apartment you had wanted. After a bit of back and forth with the manager, they had finally come to an agreement; leaving Misha with an excited grin on his face.

The feeling of gentle fingertips brushing over your shoulder roused you from your deep sleep. “Sweetie, hey, I know you were napping but I just couldn’t wait.”

With a yawn and a stretch, you had expected Misha to be climbing into bed next to you; ready to wake you up properly. But instead he stood next to the bed, fully clothed, with a beaming smile spread across his face.

“Mish, what..?” You mumbled sleepily. “What’s going on?”

“I have a surprise.” He said with giddy excitement and reached his hand out. “Come. We have to go.”

You eyed him suspiciously; but pulled yourself from the bed and managed to fix your hair and makeup enough to leave the house. “Where are we going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Misha mused with a wink. “Now let’s go!”

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You recognized the building as soon as he pulled into the visitor parking lot. “Misha, I don’t understand how looking at an apartment I can’t afford is a fun surprise.”

“Don’t be so mopey.” He leaned over and lightly kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t drag you down here just to rub it in your face. Now come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Rushing inside you were met with the same manager who had declined your application before you had even gotten a chance to fill it out. Only this time she had a much more welcoming smile on her face. “Mr. Collins, Miss Y/L/N, I have the paperwork ready for you to sign.”

“Mish…?” You asked with a dumbfounded expression. “Paperwork? What’s going on?”

The manager stepped away to give you and Misha a moment of privacy so Misha could explain. “I knew this was the place you wanted and if I can’t keep you at my house, then I want you somewhere safe.”

Still bewildered, you looked down trying to process what was happening. “I get that, but I still can’t…” You paused as your brain caught up with the situation. “You didn’t.”

He stepped closer and grabbed your hands; the bright smile still shining on his face. “I did.”

"No." You said softly while shaking your head and backing away from him. "You've already done so much for me; I'm not going to let you pay for my apartment too. I love you, Misha; but I want you as my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy."

Misha had not expected you to react the way you did. “Helping you out doesn't make me your sugar daddy, Y/N." Stepping closer again, his face fell as you took another step backward. “I don’t understand. I have more than I’ll ever need and I just want you safe and happy.”

“I know that and don’t think I don’t appreciate and love you for it; I really do.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed in frustration. “But can you look at this from my perspective? It’s not exactly the same, but look at what happened last time I had to fend for myself; I ended up with Paul. I’ve just never had the opportunity to do anything on my own and then I spent years feeling like I owed him.”

Misha stared at you; stunned by the realization that you had a point. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to take your independence from you. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything; but please let me do this. It’s for my benefit just as much as yours. At risk of sounding like a possessive asshole, I simply cannot let you live in that shitty basement. It’s just not safe enough for my own comfort.” He chanced reaching for you again, but you didn’t pull away this time. “Please, let me help you.”

Part of you wanted to tell him that you wanted to do it all alone; but his pleading eyes washed your stubbornness away. “Ok fine. I’ll accept your assistance; but I will pay you back… eventually.”

The bright, beaming smile that you loved so much appeared on his face again; making your heart flutter. You still wondered why he wanted to help you and why he always looked at you with that sparkle in his eyes; but instead of assuming you didn’t deserve him, you decided you’d let yourself be happy.

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According To You (part 10)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You and Misha talk about your recent engagement.

Warnings: Implied smut, language, RPF

A/N: For once I didn't make y'all wait a year for an update. Go me!! This chapter feels pretty final, but I promise there's more; much more.

Feedback motivates my writing muse, so an extra thank you to everyone that leaves some. If you'd like to be added to my tag list, just shoot me an ask or DM because Tumblr doesn't always notify me of comments and reblogs.

Misha is single in this series and, as always, no hate or disrespect towards Vicki or their family

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"I can explain." You stated nervously. But how could you explain? You just confessed that you loved him and now you had to tell him you were engaged to someone else.

Misha frowned at your sudden nervousness Upon seeing your reaction, it dawned on him that it wasn't just a simple piece of jewelry. "Y/N, what's going on? Are you..?"

He pulled away from you and sat up, trying to process everything that was racing through his mind. You winced at him reacting exactly the way you expected him to.

"Misha, please, I meant to tell you earlier I just…" you trailed off because you couldn't think of a good enough reason. You had been acting selfishly and now you were going to pay the price for it.

He dragged his hand over his face, trying to calm himself. "You've got to be kidding me right now." Anger, betrayal, and hurt were coursing through him; even if he felt like he had no right to feel that way. He was the other man after all. "So, what was this then? Our final hurrah before you run off and marry some dipshit who doesn't even care about you?"

"I… no, Misha. I never meant for this to happen." You pleaded with him, but he wouldn't even look at you. "I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you before; but I didn't think it should be done over the phone."

He finally turned back to face you, eyes glistening with unshed, angry tears. "But waiting until after I told you I loved you makes much more sense." His face froze in shock as a horrific thought crossed his mind. "Did you even mean it; or were you just saying what you thought I wanted to hear?"

"Of course I meant it!" you shouted in frustration. "I still do. I love you and I nev…"

"You sure have a way of showing it." He said bitterly, cutting you off. "Tell me, if you love me so much, why the hell would you agree to marry someone else?"

A list of excuses formed in your mind; any one of them he would probably accept and then move on with his life without you. He deserved better than bullshit excuses; especially after how upset he was. "I was scared. I didn't know what he would do if I said no. He could have just left me in Vegas with no phone and no way home or… worse."

Mishas face dropped at the admission. Of course you were scared, how could he think you wouldn't be. "Shit."

He wrapped his arms around you and spoke soothingly. "I'm sorry, I was being such an asshole. I wasn't thinking."

"I felt so guilty. That whole weekend and even after." Your voice shook with embarrassment and shame. "We had sex. I let him and it felt like I was cheating on you. How messed up is that?"

A small jolt of jealousy hit Misha. He didn't like thinking of Paul being allowed to touch you in such a way. He only hugged you tighter to show that he didn't blame you. "Shh. It's not messed up. It was just your heart reminding you of who you'd rather be with."

You pulled back and wiped the tears from your eyes. "I would rather be with you. I just…"

"You just nothing." Misha said cutting off whatever excuse you were going to give. "Look, I love you, ok? I know I don't have the right to tell you what to do with your life; but if you think I'm going to let you marry that piece of shit, you're crazier than I am."

The part of you that wanted to argue was getting smaller and smaller. What was there to argue about? Whether you felt you deserved it or not, Misha loved you and was ready to free you from the cage you had been living in. You inhaled deeply and let out a shuddered breath as you pulled the gaudy ring from your finger and set it on the bedside table.

Misha smiled warmly at the gesture. "Come on, well stay at my place tonight and figure out the rest tomorrow."

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The next morning seemed to come earlier than you had wanted it to. You and Misha has stayed up most of the night verbally and physically expressing your love to one another until you were both completely sated and content to fall asleep.

"Morning." Mishas voice was low and thick from not being fully awake yet. "Sleep well?"

"Mhmm." You mumbled as you cuddled close to his chest. "Don't wanna get up yet."

Misha grunted in agreement. Thoughts of laying in bed with you all day long drifted through his mind as his blood flow travelled south. He sighed in frustration, knowing there just wasn't time for what he really wanted at the moment. "We have to. We have a lot to figure out today."

"Five more minutes." You groggily whined as you lifted your leg over him; letting your thigh brush against his prominent erection. "Or longer perhaps."

Suddenly much more awake than a second ago you rolled to straddle his hips. Mishas warm hands slid smoothly across your skin; from your outer thighs, over your hips, and up your back. He pulled you down, kissing you hungrily and groaned into your mouth as your slick folds rubbed against his cock.

"Ok." He said with a chuckle. "I guess we don't have to get out of bed just yet."

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When you and Misha finally managed to pull yourselves from his bed, you made your way back to your former home to box up the irreplaceable items you owned and leave a note for Paul. You had agonized for well over an hour over what you were going to write; but ultimately decided a simple "It's over." was sufficient.

Back at Mishas house, you stared at the 3 medium sized boxes that seemed to contain your entire life. It amazed you how little you actually considered yours compared to what was Paul's. "I don't know why I thought there would be more. Everything that wasn't surround with Paul is right here and there's just so little."

Misha pulled you into his arms, knowing that this was a hard step for you. "That just means you're starting fresh. We are starting fresh. We can find a place to put everything and make you feel at home here."

"That's actually something I wanted to talk to you about." Your heart was racing from what you were about to tell him. "I, um, I think I should be on my own for a while."

Loosening his grip around you, his face wore a dejected and heartbroken expression. "That does make sense. It's a lot to expect you to be ready to jump into another relationship right after ending a bad one."

You patted his cheek lightly and smiled up at him. "Mish, no. God no. That's not what I meant at all! Shit. I meant that I should try to, I dunno, learn how to take care of myself for a while. Find an apartment and a job. That little café where we first met is hiring."

"Y/N, I don't know…" Misha said hesitantly. "I want to make sure you're ok. I understand asking you to live with me is a lot; but I have more than enough room in this big house and a top quality security system."

Part of you wanted to accept his offer. Living with him sounded like a dream come true; but you were set on trying this on your own. "I know you're worried; but I really need to do this. I just feel like I need to learn how to be my own person for once. Does that make sense?"

Misha sighed. There was no way he was going to be able to change your mind; especially because he could understand where you were coming from. "I get it. I don't love it; but I get it."

You let Misha pull you into another embrace and your heart swelled at how supportive he was being. It was a feeling you'd never had before and, damn, if it didn't feel good. Your thoughts drifted to heading back to bed to celebrate some more when you were interrupted by the phone ringing.

"It's Paul." Your voice shook slightly. "I should answer it."

He rubbed his hands up and down your arms and nodded. "I'll give you a minute; but I'll just be over here if you need me."

Misha leaned against a doorway as you paced back and forth while on the phone. Seeing you look so nervous and on the verge of upset bothered him greatly; all he wanted to do was grab the phone and tell Paul to fuck off. But he knew this was something you needed to do on your own as well and he was extremely proud to hear you standing up for yourself against the man who had torn you down so many times.

As soon as the call was over, he was ready to accept you back into his arms. Your shoulders shuddered as you let yourself cry against him; too emotional to be embarrassed. Misha simple backed up so you both could sit down and was prepared to comfort and hold you as long as you needed.

As your emotions started to level out again, you looked up at him and smiled. Your runny nose, crimson cheeks, and bloodshot eyes weren't enough to hide the look of relived joy on your face. For the first time in your life, you felt free.

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According to You (part 2)

Words: 1.4k Summary: You get closer to Misha until he uncovers a secret. Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, language A/N: Tumblr doesn't always notify me of comments or reblogs; so if you'd like to be added to my everything tag list, just send me an ask or DM. Feedback is crucial for my motivation, so let me know what you think. Misha is single in this series and, as always, no hate or disrespect toward Vicki or their family. --------------- Living next to a celebrity wasn't as exciting as you had imagined. You had expected hordes of fans and elaborate parties; but Misha seemed to live a low-key life. He engaged in light conversation with his neighbors, went for runs, and drank tea on his back deck from time to time; he was so oddly normal. Of course you wanted to interact with him more, but your fear of bothering him and worrying about what Paul would think convinced you to keep your distance. But that didn't stop Misha from trying to talk to you. Sitting on your deck on a chilly morning, drinking your coffee while wrapped in a blanket, you heard what had become a familiar voice from the house next door. "Morning, Y/N. Beautiful day today, isn't it?" You looked over and saw him leaning against the railing of his deck, facing yours. Even if it hadn't been a beautiful morning, his presence alone was enough to make you smile. "It is beautiful out here; even when it's cold out." You continued to make polite conversation with the intention of excusing yourself as soon as your coffee cup was empty; like you has been doing every morning. But before you got that chance, you heard the tour sliding glass door open and Paul walking out on to the deck. Guilt immediately washed over you as you felt like he had caught you doing something inappropriate. "Hey sweetie, what're you doing home so early?" He smiled widely at you. "I didn't have much to do today, so I thought I'd keep you company; but it looks like someone already beat me to it." You laughed nervously, hoping he wasn't just masking his anger. Several scenarios ran through your mind about how he'd react, but you never expected to hear what he said to Misha. "No sense yelling from deck to deck. Why don't you swing over in a bit and have some lunch. Just as long as you promise to be more careful with your drink this time." Paul's wink and laughter should have eased your tension, but your stomach was in knots. Talking to Misha because you both happened to be outside at the same time was one thing, but inviting him over for lunch was another. Misha chuckled at the joke. "That sounds wonderful and I promise to be careful." You and Paul said your quick goodbye to Misha so you could get started on making lunch. Once inside you felt a rush of boldness and decided to question him. "Why did you invite him over?" Paul sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders. "I know it's hard for you to understand things sometimes, so I'll explain it in as simple terms as possible. He could be a valuable asset. He has lots of money and work is always looking for new investors." He pulled away from you to sit down in front of the tv. "Plus, it never hurts to have friends in high places." Of course it was about money and status; it seemed that was all Paul cared about anymore. You didn't bother voicing your annoyance and moved into the kitchen to prepare. --------------- Lunch with Paul and Misha was significantly more relaxing than you had expected. Misha was polite and let Paul talk about his favorite subject; himself. You had remained mostly quiet, letting the men talk and adding little to the conversation. Misha rolled his shoulders and grimaced slightly as he stretched his back; prompting you to suddenly change the topic of conversation. "I noticed you doing some landscaping yesterday. Sore back?" "Yeah." He said with a chuckle. "Sometimes I forget I'm not 20 anymore." "We've got a nice hot tub out back." Paul offered. "You're free to use it whenever you like." Misha grinned widely. "I think I'll just have to take you up on that offer; thank you." --------------- You hadn't expected Misha to actually make use of the hot tub; but on more than one occasion you'd see him stroll through your backyard and hop into the hot tub. Not that you minded, of course; the view was spectacular. After a few months of of daily morning conversations and the occasional sight of him in your backyard gave you the courage to bring out a glass of iced tea for him on a particularly warm day. As you approached the tub, drinks in hand, you noticed his relaxed posture, even breathing, and his eyes being closed. You chuckled and lightly kicked the side of the tub, causing him to jolt awake. "Hey Buddy? I don't need the cops sniffing around asking how a celebrity drowned in my hot tub." He smiled shyly and ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Yeah, sorry about that." You laughed at how adorably flustered he was when he first wakes up as you hopped up on the side of the tub to let your legs dangle in the hot water. "They'd find all the bodies buried out here!" Talking with Misha had gotten much easier over time. The shock of his celebrity status had worn off and you caught yourself, on more than one occasion, casually flirting with him. You assumed you were reading into thinks too far, but you swore he would flirt back. Not that you'd actually do anything about it. You were with Paul, and had been for the last 10 years. He wasn't perfect, but he had been there for you when you really needed him; so you owed it to him to remain faithful. "Why don't you grab your suit and join me?" Misha asked innocently. Your heart raced at the idea of being so exposed in front of him. Paul seemed to enjoy reminding you of the little extra rolls that would form on your stomach when you sat down and how much your "thunder thighs," as he called them, touched together too easily. "Oh, I don't have one right now. I haven't needed it." It wasn't a lie, you hadn't really intended on using the hot tub, no matter how inviting it seemed to be. "Oh," Misha said in a deflated tone. "Well, let me ask you this; do you have your phone with you?" You narrowed your eyes in confusion. "Uh, random. No I don't, it's in the…" Before you could even think, Misha had grinned wickedly, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into the water with all your clothes on. Your head briefly went underwater and you stood up quickly. You tried putting on your best angry face, but started laughing heartily instead. "You're ridiculous!" Misha just shrugged as he laughed at your soaked appearance. He felt a twinge of guilt when he saw your eye makeup start to run down your cheeks. He reached over to wipe away one of the streaks and apologize, but you flinched causing him to pull away. "I'm sorry, um, I probably should have made sure your face didn't get wet." You reached up and wiped below your eyes and looked down at your makeup coated fingertips. You were mildly embarrassed, assuming you looked like like a drunk girl at 3am with her makeup melting off; but you weren't angry with him. "It's ok, it's just makeup." You wiped a little more off to show that it really wasn't a big deal; but became concerned when the look ok concern on his face intensified. The short time you had been talking to Misha had briefly let you forget why you had put on so much makeup in the first place. By now, your makeup had worn down enough to expose the bruises on your neck and face; including the remnants of the black eye that formed a few days ago. "Y/N is Paul…?" He left the question hanging because he already knew the answer. He had seen small signs previously, but the bruises were undeniable proof that you were being abused. This was the first time anyone had ever seen the bruises or ever thought to question how Paul treated you behind closed doors. You had always dreamed and dreaded this happening; but you never thought it would ever actually happen. "It's not…" you started to lie, but found it difficult to form words around the lump in your throat. "I gotta go." You hopped up out of the tub and all but ran into the house; ignoring Misha calling after you to come back. You knew everything was ruined and your friendship with him was surely over.

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Raiders of the Lost Ark

Title: Raiders of the Lost Ark

Summary:  Dean and Donna fluff.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  1242

Warnings: explicit language, low self-esteem on Donna’s part

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt was Indiana Jones and my pairing was Dean and Donna. This might never have been written if it wasn’t for @climbthatmooselikeatree. Thank you, love.

“It’s one of my favorite movies,” Donna explained, the phone balanced between her shoulder and ear. “The Oakdale does it every year. Everybody dresses up, what do they call it, cosplay, and there’s prizes and food and the movie. I’ve always wanted to go , but I never have. I thought it might be fun.”

“Donna -” Dean sighed. “I don’t know. The hat, the whip, I think I’d look ridiculous.” She could hear the reluctance in his voice.

“You wouldn’t,” she mumbled. “But, if you don’t want to, I understand.” She tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice, thankful that he couldn’t see her face.

“Now you’re upset,” he murmured.

“No, no, I’m not,” she lied. “I’m fine.” She quickly changed the subject, drawing Dean into a conversation about the latest case he and Sam were working on. They stayed on the phone for another fifteen minutes until Donna made some excuse to go. She shut it off as soon as she hung up and shoved it in her purse.

Five minutes later she was in bed, the blankets pulled up over her head, her pillow cradled in her arms, praying for sleep. She scolded herself repeatedly; she shouldn’t have expected so much of Dean, after all he was busy, had a lot going on in his life. There was no reason for her to feel so hurt over something as silly as this. She’d get over it.

She’d get over it.

She’d get over it.

“I’ll get over it,” she sighed, the words like a mantra in her head, playing over and over, until she fell asleep.

Saturday was cold and rainy, miserable, like Donna’s mood. Late in the afternoon, she dragged her pillow and her favorite quilt downstairs and curled up on the couch, Raiders of the Lost Ark in the dvd player. If she couldn’t go to the movie in costume, she’d at least enjoy it at home.

She was sipping her third cup of coffee, burrowed under the blankets, when she heard the kitchen door open. She set her coffee on the table and eased out from beneath the blankets, judging the distance from where she stood, to her gun in its holster by the door.

“Donna!” the all too familiar voice called. “Where you at, gorgeous?”

Dean walked through the door between the kitchen and her living room. She started to giggle the second she saw him. He was wearing a brown fedora, light scruff dusting his cheeks, a white shirt, and a brown leather jacket. Coiled at his waist was a whip. He tipped his hat and winked at her.

“What are you doing?” she laughed.

“Taking you to see Raiders of the Lost Ark at the Oakdale,” he shrugged. “But first -” He held out a plain white box, a pink bow haphazardly tied around it. “Go on, open it.”

Donna took the box, set it on the coffee table, and kneeled in front of it. She slipped the bow off and slowly removed the lid.

“It’s beautiful,” she gasped, pulling the white gown free of the box. She rose to her feet, shook it out, and held it against her body. “It’s just like -”

“The dress that Marion chick wore in the first Indiana Jones movie,” Dean grinned. “What would Indy be without his Marion?”

Donna dropped the dress to the couch and threw herself into Dean’s arms. “You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered, peppering his face with kisses.

“Yeah, I did,” he shrugged. “I’m sorry I was an ass.” He leaned over her, his tongue dancing across her lips.

Donna rose up on her toes, pushing into the kiss, her breasts pressed against his chest, a sigh escaping her.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmured against her lips. “Go put the dress on or we’re gonna be late for the movie.”

She kissed him again, then grabbed the dress, and sprinted up the stairs.

Donna giggled, holding the hem of the dress in one hand and the small trophy they’d won in the other. Dean’s hand was on her waist, his lips on her neck, his attention divided between kissing her and unlocking her back door. Once he had it open, they fell inside, stumbling over each other. Donna twisted in his arms to wrap her herself around him as he pushed her backwards, kicking the door shut behind him, not stopping until she was pressed against the counter.

“How are you feeling, Miss Best Costume?” Dean smirked.

“Like a million bucks,” Donna laughed, throwing her head back.

Dean laughed with her, hugging her to his chest. “You look like a million bucks in this dress. Fucking gorgeous.”

“Dean,” she gasped, smacking him on the shoulder. “Language.”

“You’re blushing,” he teased, leaning into her, so close there wasn’t an inch of space between them. He twisted his fingers in her dress and dragged it up her leg, his fingers skimming over her skin. “I love it when you blush.”

A shiver raced through her and a moan fell from her lips. The things this man did to her with just a touch, it was insane. She couldn’t get enough of him.

“Thank you, Dean,” she whispered. “Tonight was, well, it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. You didn’t have to come all the way up here just for me, do all this for me.”

He dragged his fingers through her hair, holding her close, his lips against her temple. “I wanted to,” he said. “I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t. I was kind of a jerk on the phone.” He stepped back, tipping the hat at a rakish angle, peering at Donna from beneath the rim. “But, hey, I make a pretty good Indiana Jones.”

Donna nodded, gnawing at her lower lip as she stared at the man standing in front of her. God, he was gorgeous, beautiful, really, and sweet, always so worried about upsetting her, about hurting her feelings. And by some miracle of God, he wanted to be with her. She felt like she needed to pinch herself to make sure she was awake.

Dean pulled the whip from his belt, unfurled it, and cracked it against the floor. She jumped, a scream escaping her, a knot of anticipation twisting in her gut. Dean gestured for her to come closer, which she did, eyeing the whip warily. Once she was standing in front of him, he wrapped the whip around her shoulders and tugged her closer. He kissed her again, groaning a little in the back of his throat.

“I’m serious, you look unbelievable in this dress,” he growled. “But, it would look better on the floor.”

Donna pressed her face against his jacket, muffling the laughter bubbling out of her. She squealed when Dean scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She pounded on his back, squirming and protesting as he made his way through the house and up the stairs. He didn’t stop until he reached her door, it was only then that he set her on her feet.

Donna walked backwards into the bedroom, tugging down the zipper of the dress as she walked, letting the gown fall to the floor, leaving her in only her white lace bra and panties. Dean lunged across the room, catching her once again in his strong grip.

“Told you it would look better on the floor,” he smirked.

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It’s What I Do - Later

Title: It’s What I Do - Later

Summary: Sequel to It’s What I Do. Dean shows Donna just how sorry he was for being a jealous asshole.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  996

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Author’s Note:  You can thank @bringmesomepie56 for this one. She wanted to know how sorry Dean really was.

He rolled her to her back, pushing his thigh between legs, her hips wiggling against his as they got comfortable. Dean kissed her, taking his time, even though he wanted to devour her, every inch of her. His hands moved over her body, caressing her curves, reveling in the way she was undulating against him. He slipped her shirt over her head, his lips trailing after it, licking, nibbling, sucking. He was aching for her.

“Donna,” he growled.

She wrapped her arms around him and circled her hips. “Take me to bed Winchester,” she murmured. “Show me how sorry you really are.”

“You got it, gorgeous,” Dean smirked.

Donna got to the bedroom a few seconds before Dean, giggling as she crawled onto the bed and wiggled out of her jeans and panties, kicking them to the floor. He was right behind her, his clothes quickly discarded before his hand clamped down on her bare calf, pulling her toward him. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, up and into his arms, his chest against her back. His lips closed on the juncture where her neck and shoulder met, sucking gently. Donna groaned, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder, her hands on his, guiding them up her body to her lace covered breasts.

Dean groaned, nuzzling his nose against the side of her neck, his obvious arousal trapped between their bodies. He kneaded her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, his lips moving in a near frenzy over her neck and shoulder. He was murmuring, his voice deep and sexy as sweet, encouraging words poured from him, words that made her heart race and her body sing with desire.

His hand slide down her back, unhooked her bra, and slipped it down her arms. Donna shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin. She leaned back, circling her hips, her ass rubbing against him, drawing another groan from Dean. He pinched her nipple, plucking at it, before his hand drifted down her stomach, settling between her legs.

Donna was on fire, every nerve ending burning with her need for Dean. His fingers traced the lips of her pussy, teasing her, one digit easing into her, brushing against that spot that made sparks light beneath her skin. He pressed his palm against her as he slipped another finger into her, thrusting slowly, his arm tight around her waist, his breath hot on her neck.

“Dean,” she gasped. She was on the edge, trembling with her need to let go, but desperate to hold on until Dean was inside her, where he belonged. “Dean, please.”

He knew, he always knew, he could tell what she wanted, what she needed with just a look or a simple touch. He eased her onto her hands and knees, his hand in the small of her back, his calloused fingers gently caressing her. He planted his hands on her waist and slid into her, a heated growl rumbling from his chest as he buried himself deep inside of her.

Donna dropped her head, pressed her mouth against her forearm, trying to hold back the scream she felt building in her throat, her fingers twisting in the sheet. She pushed back into Dean, his hands tightening on her hips, digging in hard enough that she was sure she would bruise. The thought excited her.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Jesus, Dean, make it count, handsome.”

Dean groaned, easing out of her, dragging his cock along her sweet spot, taking his time, until she was panting and moaning, rocking back and forth, wanting him, needing him, her sanity slipping with her desire for him. He slammed forward, hard enough to push her face into the pillow and Jesus, it was good, so good. She needed him, craved him, couldn’t get enough of this man, ever. She pushed back, moving with him, push and pull, back and forth, both of them in a frenzy, lost in the sensations they were eliciting from each other.

He lifted her, his arms around her waist, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, the other between her legs, circling her clit until she came with a sharp cry, her nails digging into his forearms, her body jerking as the orgasm sent spasms shooting through her.

“I got you, gorgeous,” he breathed. “I got you.”

Donna trembled, let the pleasure take her, let herself get lost in Dean, in the sheer bliss of being with him. He thrust into her, holding her tight against him, grunting as he let loose, pulling another cry of pleasure from her.

They collapsed to the bed, Dean falling to his side, tucking Donna against him. She snuggled closer, her arms sliding around him, her nose pressed to the hollow of his throat.

“So?” he murmured, his lips on the top of her head.

“Your apology is accepted,” she giggled. She pushed herself up on one elbow so she could look into his emerald green eyes and put her hand on his face, her thumb tracing over the stubble on his cheeks. “This time. But don’t make a habit of being an ass and thinking sex’ll make up for it.”

Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Donna, it’s what -”

“- you do, I know,” she grinned. She laid her head on his chest. “And God knows, it’s part of why I love you. But I’m in this as long as you want me to be, Dean. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You don’t have to worry about somebody swooping in and wooing me away. It’s not happening. I promise.” She held her breath, realizing how vulnerable she’d just made herself to him.

“In it for as long as I want you, huh?” Dean chuckled. “Looks like you better get used to having me around, probably forever.”

Donna smiled to herself, a blush coloring her cheeks. She hid her face against his chest and closed her eyes. Yeah, she wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.

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It’s What I Do

Title:  It’s What I Do

Summary:  Dean and Donna go out. Dean gets jealous and acts like an ass, Donna gets pissed.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  915

Warnings:  arguing, Dean pissing Donna off, implied smut

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @waywardjoy Love the Ships Challenge. My pairing was Dean and Donna and my prompt was “If you were going to make an ass of yourself— “When don’t I make an ass of myself over you?”

The door slamming behind Donna made him cringe, reverberating through his already pounding head. He threw himself on the couch face first, his head resting on a huge, fluffy throw pillow. He could her Donna stomping around the house, hear her muttering under her breath. She was pissed, pissed at him. She had every right to be.

He’d made a fool of himself and embarrassed her, jumping in when some drunk guy in the bar had gotten a little too handsy with her. He’d shoved him, gotten in his face, acted like a stupid ass. Donna had stormed out of the bar and sat in the Impala without uttering a word. The silence had continued all the way back to her house. He’d never seen her this angry. Not at him anyway.

Dean waited, wondering how long it would be before she let loose on him. He didn’t have to wait long.

“What exactly were you thinking, Dean?” She sat in the chair across from him, her arms crossed, her foot tap, tap, tapping on the floor. “Were you trying to turn the night into a 10-10?”

He wanted to pull the pillow over his head, feign sleep, but that would only make the situation worse. So he pushed himself upright, and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped between them.

“No, that’s not what I was trying to do,” he shrugged. “I didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you, the things he was saying to you. I didn’t trust him.”

“I can take care of myself, Dean,” she snapped. “Besides, he was harmless.”

“You don’t know that -”

“And you don’t know that he wasn’t.” Donna pushed herself to her feet, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. “You can’t protect me from every Tom, Dick, and Harry you think might be a threat.”

“But, Donna -”

“Don’t ‘but, Donna’ me!” She swung around, her finger in Dean’s face. “You made me look like a fool. He was flirting with me, Dean, that was all. I mean, if you were going to make an ass of yourself -”

“When don’t I make an ass of myself over you?” Dean interrupted, pushing himself to his feet. “I don’t think straight when I’m around you, Donna. I do stupid shit, I make stupid mistakes. I act like an ass. It’s what I do.”

“That’s a shitty excuse,” Donna shook her head.

“I’m not saying it’s a good excuse,” he replied. “But it’s the only one I got.” He stepped around the coffee table and caught Donna’s arm, stopping her mid-stride. “Donna? Come on, just, don’t be mad at me, okay?”

She yanked her arm free and fell to the couch, her head in her hands. Dean sat gingerly beside her, close, though he didn’t touch her. “Donna? Talk to me.”

“You can’t do that to me, treat me like that,” she mumbled. “I can take care of myself.” She fell back against the couch with a sigh. “I’m not in this with you so you can...I don’t know, babysit me, hover over me like a damn helicopter parent or somethin’. I’m with you because I love you, Dean. But that ain’t gonna work if you don’t treat me like an equal.”

“I worry -” Dean sputtered.

“I know,” Donna smiled, though it seemed strained. “And I get it. The djinn, that demon in Wyoming, vampires, werewolves, and a million other things. I understand. But don’tcha think I worry about you?”

“That’s different,” Dean shook his head. “I can take care of myself.” He heard the words as soon as they were out of his mouth and he instantly regretted them. “I’m not, I mean… Fuck.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Look, all I can promise is that I’ll try. That’s all I can do. Try.”

Donna reached out and curled her fingers around his. “I’ll take it,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “Now get over here and kiss me so we can make up.”

Dean chuckled and leaned over Donna, sliding his arm around her and crushing her to his chest. His lips found hers, their kiss slow and easy.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“Why don’t you just admit you were jealous?” Donna smiled against his mouth.

He laughed, tightening his hold on her, burying his nose against the side of her neck, inhaling her vanilla and strawberry scent. He’d been unbelievably jealous; the sight of another man that close to Donna, putting his hands on her, it had set him off.

“I was jealous,” he growled, his voice muffled, her hair tickling his cheeks.

“Yeah, I knew it,” Donna laughed. “You don’t have to be. Ever.” She scratched her fingers against his scalp, pulling him closer, her mouth against his ear. “I’m all yours, Dean. All yours.”

He rolled her to her back, pushing his thigh between legs, her hips wiggling against his as they got comfortable. Dean kissed her, taking his time, even though he wanted to devour her, every inch of her. His hands moved over her body, caressing her curves, reveling in the way she was undulating against him. He slipped her shirt over her head, his lips trailing after it, licking, nibbling, sucking. He was aching for her.

“Donna,” he growled.

She wrapped her arms around him and circled her hips. “Take me to bed Winchester,” she murmured. “Show me how sorry you really are.”

“You got it, gorgeous,” Dean smirked.

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Who We Are - Dean and Donna

An addition to episode 12.22, Who We Are, that came to me last night. This does contain spoilers, so beware.

It was like a siren’s call, her name. He’d been sitting in the chair, leg up, eyes closed, trying to pretend his mother wasn’t locked in the room down the hall, tied to a chair, gagged, or that fellow hunters were dead, or that he was in immense pain. He was groggy from the pain meds he’d found in the Impala’s trunk, his eyes drooping as he listened to Sam and Jody at the table, listing all the hunters they knew. Sam was efficiently writing them on a pad of paper with Jody’s name embossed across the top and Jody was calling them.

“Donna?”

His eyes flew open and he was out of the chair lightning fast, grimacing as he strode across the room. Jody had her cell phone pressed to her ear, her eyes widening when she saw him rambling toward her. He stopped in front of her and held out his hand, gesturing for the phone. She held up one finger, glaring at the wounded hunter.

“Donna? Dean wants to talk to you,” she said. She held the phone out.

Dean snatched it from her hand, earning him a dirty look from Jody. He sank into one of the chairs at the table.

“Donna? You okay?” he murmured.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed. “What about you? Jodes said you were hurt? Somethin’ about your leg?”

“I’m fine.” He rubbed his forehead, grimacing. “You’re not coming here, right? You’re staying in Stillwater.” It wasn’t a question. He braced himself, waiting for her to explode on him, waiting for her to tell him that she could take care of herself, she didn’t need him telling her what to do, that she would damn well do what she pleased.

“I won’t,” she whispered. “I’m gonna meet Alex and Claire at a safehouse. I promised Jody I’d keep her girls safe. But, Dean -”

“I’ll be fine, gorgeous,” he assured her. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m gonna though,” she laughed, breathy and sexy.

Dean chuckled. “I know. You be careful. Promise me, Donna.”

“I promise,” she said. “I swear I’ll be careful.” He heard the hitch in her voice, heard the tears he knew she was holding back. “I want the same promise out of you, Dean. I’m not done with you.”

“I promise.” he swore. “I swear to you I’ll be careful.” He meant it, meant every word, meant it to the depths of his soul. He had too much to live for.

“I love you, Dean,” Donna whispered.

“I love you, too, gorgeous.”

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