#like sometimes i get a total brain blast and get like 2k done

[splinteredsweets]

im bored and i don't wanna sleep yet but i can't seem to write today so i'm just gonna start rambling a little bit about my felix + turbo (i say it like this bc it's not inherently romantic the point is moreso that they're close in some shape or form) fic i'm writing bc as awkward as i feel about it i just think i'd feel weirder dropping it completely out of nowhere whenever i do finish it sooo

rambling go !!

it's essentially about that one headcanon where they exchange awards bc i love that hc c: the entire fic is gonna be made up of 5 different scenes - the first two are showcasing how the initial trade-off came to be , the next two are about them reminiscing about each other , and the last one is after all the sugar rush stuff happens

i don't really wanna give toooo much away mostly bc i am a very secretive person and i like being weird and vague about the stuff i'm working on bbbuuuuuttt i am veeeerrrrrrryyyt close to being finished . i think . pretty sure ? ive been working on this for almost a month already and i pretty much have the first three sections done with constant editing and small changes here and there , im currently finishing up the fourth , and i need to start working on the fifth ... which the latter is gonna be tough bc ... im not even entirely sure how it's supposed to play out yet ive kinda been putting it off entirely until i had everything else written since it depends a lot on what happens before then so im still trying to figure out what exactly im trying to get out of the scene .:. i'll get there eventually tho no idea when

oh yeah btw . i hope you like angst . bc i LOVE the stuff and there is a loooooot of it . like 8k+ words of it hEhEheHeGe ok like tEchNiCallY the first 3k or so are mostly fluff the first 2 parts are kinda sweet i think but there is an overhanging feeling of dread for the pain that is to come ... c:<

ig that's enough rambling about the premise for now , although i'll share just a few out of context authors notes unfortunately i don't have very many bc i was way too worried with how everything was turning out so most of it was like 70% worrying and 30% plotting

'what actually is on felix’s medal like … is it a number one … or his name … or a hammer … why is it both the latter in the movie … that doesn't make any sense … i can work with any of these i just need to know which one it actually is …IM ORETTY SURE ITS BOTH ugh im going to scream … ok i think like on the screen it's his name but in the actual game it's a hammer .. ? kill me what the fuck do i go with ' (decided to go with the name bc i had more to work with)

'one of the nicelanders is like ‘you have a visitor’ and he's like ‘wow already .. ?’ and there's like only one person he can think of that that's fast . SONIC SPEE- no '

'to roadblasters or not to roadblasters … that is the question ..'

'he can get a little overwhelmed by emotions right as a treat ?'

'ppffftttt i was just thinking random thoughts and my silly brain thought of that one thing that's like 'annoying gay couple + annoyed lesbian' with fucking hammertastic and gene pppfpfffftttt that's so stupid lmao'

'feel like this is kinda sweet ... this looks like a good spot for my roller skate and my marbles ... it's just such a shame i'm going to RIP IT ALL AWAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i love angst <333 you gotta have some lovely happy moments to maximise the pain'

'... i do not know a fucking thing about clothes is what kc's wearing under his tailcoat a waistcoat or am i stupid ... is it a normal shirt idk ... is that immersion ruining if i just keep it im going to die' (didn't end up using it)

'i really love it when my brain gets excited and goes hehhehehehehahahahahahHhdeHgff do EEEEAAAAA i don't know if i can utilise this power properly tho :C i can try tho … hey looks like the worrying is back on yayyyy (boooo)'

'fuck it we ball we go into the liiiIIIIII'

there is also a whole bunch of evil laughter in the notes and i noticed i use a LOT of italics especially when it's from turbo and especially especially during king candy's section lmao ... he just feels the need to be very expressive and emphasise the way he says and thinks things lol

yknow what just for fun - and bc i have no idea where else to put this - i did once have a very . interesting . bunch of authors notes i wrote a few years ago for something else but i never ended up writing it . it makes absolutely no sense at all and it's completely out of context so hopefully it's still kinda funny

'pictures of giirrrllss are noooot for meeee you seeee

she be down in hollywood (that's not the words) (idc)

ur actually insane yeah thanks i know

WE GET GIRLS !!! WE ARE CUTE !!! WE ARE COOL !!

dom

i eat sand

shut up

metroman finally starts falling for megamind but oopsies poopsies it's too late he's already fallen for the hot reporter roxanne (what the fuck why did you make this comparison) (also that just sounds like a normal megamind fic)'

i would draft similarly to ^that in school too with my boring essays and once i accidentally submitted one of those drafts and i got sent to the counsellors office for 'concerning behaviour' lmao

anyways i might maybe perhaps ramble some more and let loose some more details perhaps maybe another time dunno uhh but i think that's enough for now ... bonus rambling in the tags

[idanit]

possibly underappreciated Good Omens fics I enjoyed once upon a time

Indirectly inspired by a video series about fanfiction I watched, I decided to pull together a list of Good Omens fics I have bookmarked as stories I enjoyed, but which have less than 250-300 kudos at the time I’m writing this. No particular order. They’re accompanied by short excerpts from my private fic reading notes (not originally intended to be read by anyone but me, mind), sometimes slightly edited for clarity—and, sometimes, the comments I left on the fics.

This list sat in my drafts for a long time and the recent S2 announcement reminded me of it. I’d love it if it inspired you to do something similar! Spread the love.

And mind the tags, please.

△ = general and teen ▲ = mature and explicit 

thermodynamic equilibrium ▲ 7K the author has such an ear for dialogue and is unapologetic about what they want to write the characters like. They think of the characters as a mix of TV and book canon, but they feel like a homemade blend to me. (...) It’s very funny.

such dear follies ▲ 6K I can really picture this Aziraphale—Crowley as well, but her especially. She’s rather distinct. (...) Nice writing.

The Words Were With - △ 1.2K post-Blitz vignette, Aziraphale realizes what he feels and wonders if they're human enough for this. I liked it, and I liked the tag "transhumanism, but in reverse?", too—what an interesting idea. I'd say it's a vignette in a dire need of a follow-up, but, well, there's the show. The show is the follow-up. It fits very nicely within the canon and I totally believe it could have happened, like a deleted scene.

Gossip and Good Counsel △ 19K/? I love their companionship and how they're set up to be opposites by the management even though they get on pretty well. It feels very in keeping with the canon, but I feel like the fact that it's an F/F set in this particular time period adds a meaningful layer to the situation. It's women supporting each other in the world of men, working with the personas that are created for them, but, privately, being normal, well-rounded people. (...) and of course your writing is always a pleasure to read. (...) SDHDGDHDHDG Maisie is truly an Aziraphale.

Crowley Went Down to Georgia (he was looking for a soul to steal) △ 6K This was nice. Based on a song I didn’t know. Crowley goes to a funeral in the USA, one of a fiddler he knew and lost a bet to once. (...) The fic has not one but two songs composed for it and embedded inside it and that makes it even better. I really enjoyed the experience.

The Thing With Feathers △ 18K WARLOCK you'rE HORRIBLE AND I LOVE IT I would read an entire novel-length fic just of Crowley fighting his battles with Warlock. Written like this? It would be a blast. (...) The OCs are believably characterized and well-loved by the story. (...) Everyone seems to need a friend in this house. (...) This was so fun, and at the same time, their mission has weight here (...) We wonder about what the future holds even though we know it.

Here Quiet Find △ 11K This fic aimed for my head and the aim was sure precise. It was a story of Crowley sensing Aziraphale's distress and finding him in a self-quarantined English village in the seventeenth century, tired and anxious. It's hurt/comfort, so there was washing and bedsharing and I had to love it, so I did.

outside of time △ 2K Post-Almostgeddon, (...) nicely-written, short, but strung with a soft kind of tension and unspoken words. There's no drama, just "can we really", and "do you really" of sudden freedom. They fall into being inseparable. Book canon, which I like for this story (sitting on a tarmac). I liked the footnotes. There's a mention of Eliot. All in all, very much yes.

She'asani Yisrael △ 2K It’s Crowley going through a two-hour service and drinking blessed wine. He also keeps an eye on a boy he was asked to. It’s 1946. It was pretty good, so far the best Jewish GO fic, I think, from the ones I’ve read.

To Guard The Eastern Gate △ 11K  I loved it. You really made Sodom feel lived-in; the description of Keret, Hurriya and Yassib's house and relationship were great. I got attached to both them and the city (...) Aziraphale and Crawley’s interactions were generally very entertaining. I laughed (...) Your rendering of their voices just lands so well (...) But then oh, the entire ending (...) hurt, hurt a lot, and your descriptions are so vivid.

If you’ve been waiting (for falling in love) △ 14K AAAAA a good ending line. The whole paragraph, in fact. I love a good smattering of philosophy in my fics, and this was really nice. I can get behind Thomas Aequinus's and Crowley's view on eternity. It's (...) a pretty simple fic (...) - the courage to express yourself and take a risk is awarded with winning what was at stake by the virtue of reciprocity - but the way it was intertwined with a study of how they would experience a forever was done well. 

Holy unnecessary ▲ 2.2K It's well-written. (...) this is my type of sexual humour if I have any. So subtle. Blink and you'll miss it. Lovely.

The Parting Glass △ 17K Through the ages, they're dancing around their relationship until after the Armageddoff. (...) Wow, this was really, really nice. Very simple in its concept and nothing I haven't read before, but very well-executed. (...) AAAAH I LOVED the first chapter. I always like abbeys as settings, that's a given, but the banter, the good writing, the moral ambiguity!

Name The Sky △ 33K This Crowley is different, but very intriguing. Without his sarcastic talk, and much more animalistic. (...) I love how expressive Crowley is. (...) This fic has a very nice balance of drama and levity. I don't love Crowley-before-the-Fall stories very much, but with this execution I can read about it. (...) Okay I've read Crowley offering fruits, and even Aziraphale biting fruits, but the two of them sharing the apple? Outstanding. Ingenious. What a take.

A Flame in Your Heart △ 5K post-Blitz (why are so many dance fics post-Blitz?), they go to the bookshop and have an actually believable conversation. Then they dance the gavotte. It was really nice! Believable writing, emotions, the dancing! (...) Of course it's too early for them, (...) but the author's note? yeah.

Put down the apple, Adam, and come away with me ▲ 32K At this point it's just reading original stories with characters with names and some personality traits that I recognize. (...) I really enjoy this, the careful dance, the opposition between their views. (...) This is well-written, wow. (...) it's not an easy read (...) this story feels very believably 50s, but also reaches out to the present time. 

Liebestraum ▲ 10K/? It really is like music. I'm enjoying the writing a lot. (...) oh my actual god. This, this? Wow, uh. This came for my throat. (...) THE MUSICAL COMPOSITION, THE MOTIF RETURNING, THE AUTHOR KNOWS WHERE IT'S AT (...) Excellent. This hits the right beats so precisely, (...) and with feeling, too.

Down Comforter △ 2.4K and they lay down in angeldown, a soft rug ‘neath their heads– alright. Well, Crowley lies under Aziraphale's wing on a Persian rug after the Apocalypse, and they talk (...). It was sweet.

The Corsair of Carcosa △ 5K Crowley wakes up from a nap, visits Aziraphale for some drinking, and they read The King in Yellow that he happens to own. Good writing, so I'm bought. Aziraphale mentions Beardsley, so I'm bought twice over. My god, a discussion of etheral/occult madness? Caused by some wrong/true reading? Yes.

Very Good, Omens! △ 6K It's rather well-written, well-pastiched. People don't do that too often, nowadays - try to write in the style of a particular writer. (...) I love wordplay like this.

Reviving Robin Hood: The Complicated Process of Crème Brûlée △ 30K it's well-written (...), has a rhythm to it, and quiet humour. (...) Finally some nice, good, light writing. The attention to detail! (...) I'm still reading most of it aloud, the rhythm of it compels me to. (...) okay this does sound like Pratchett&Gaiman, the Good Omens itself (...) The fic is meandering, hilarious, sensitive in all the right places, and overall lovely.

my dear acquaintance △ 1K Oh. Oh. Yes, yes! Aziraphale in Russia, Russia I've never been in, but I can feel the snow and the evening of. Very real, and the bar, too. Attention to detail - vodka flavoured with dill, what on earth? Yes. He would totally have a distinct taste in operas and he would totally complain about a subpar one. I'm glad Tchaikovsky's there.

there is a crack in everything △ 1.8K This was good! Ah. Inspired by a comment (...), I went looking for Mr. Harrison and Mr. Cortese fics—really, what a big brain moment someone had and why have I never thought to look for them? This is Crowley getting suddenly anxious and Aziraphale going out of his way, through all his layers of not-thinking and denial, to console him. I also really liked how the Arrangement is a carefully unacknowledged partnership-marriage.

Scales And Gold And Wings And Scars △ 6K  No conflict, no plot, one tiny arc like a ripple on the surface of water on a calm sunny day - of Aziraphale discovering Crowley’s scars. It's the South Downs and it's early summer. They bask and swim in a spring. Non-sexual nudity, love in the air like a scent. Nice.

Nineteen Footnotes In Search Of A Story △ 0.4K This is a Good Omens story told only through footnotes. Your mind can fill in the gaps. Fascinating (...). Also, it’s an experiment so apt for this particular fandom.

Hell on Earth △ 6.5K Oh, I loved it! How could I not love it: it's Beelzebub-centric, it's historical, it has classical painting, and even a hilarious scene with a cuneiform phrase, as if I didn't enjoy this story enough already. There are so few Beelzebub fics out there and I find searching for them very difficult (I accept recs if anyone has any), and it's such a shame, so this was really like a gift to the fandom. I absolutely adore the way you portrayed them, small, frightening, powerful, and confident. Also, it was super fun to see how different Crowley seems when we're not in his POV or in a story about him and Aziraphale. (...)

Go Up to Ramoth-Gilead and Triumph △ 24K Daegaer is... pure class. (...) hdhdhdh what pfttt why you so funny (...) I love this Crowley. (...) This got unexpectedly intense. (...) I love the little nods to the fact that Israelites, especially the poorer ones, still believe in other gods. I also really like that they sleep on roofs. It's just the kind of detail that grounds the story and shows that the author is, in fact, a historian. 

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Tim Drake Fic Masterlist

For all your Tim Drake needs

I had already made one but i finally finished reading all of these so this list is CURATED. Pure quality. Mostly Gen. Organized by LENGHT from 130k words to 1k. But they’re all gems. The list is LONG hence the Read More.

Tectonic Doom – Paganpunk (130k) Dick and Tim head out for a week of brotherly bonding in the wilderness only to find themselves caught up in a scheme to put humanity on the ‘extinct’ list. T for language and frightening situations.

Juneberries – Misha Berry (68k) When Tim is taken, Damian has to come to terms with his own insecurities, and how he really feels towards his older 'brother’. When he does, it might be too late.

Our Favorite Timmers - Capucine (56k) When Tim is de-aged to about the age of five, Jason is the one who rescues him and brings him back to the manor. However, his family may find it a little shocking to discover what he was actually like at that age.

Matters of the Heart – DM (51k) With Clark off-world as an ambassador to Earth, Conner has to watch over Metropolis. Though it should be straightforward, there appears to be something amiss with seemingly random crimes happening around the city. Conner has a hunch that they’re connected and calls in his best friend to help. But as the two of them spend time together working the case, Conner realizes that his feelings for Tim might not be what he had thought.

Executive Assistant to the Batman – Heartslogos (50k) Tim is Bruce Waynes Assistant at WE and its very funny. Hes in desperate need of a break. Not that he gets any, I guess???  Exception to the completed rule, because it’s a series of snapshots kinda.

Myth-Bats – CatChan & Chibi NightOwl (43k) The Bats take on the Mythbusters. Why? Because some things are just too cool not to try in your spare time and with your family.

Bringing My Brother Home - Beathas (41k) Tim has been Robin for a year when a mysterious man begins stalking and threatening Batman and Robin. Is this the deceased Robin, Jason Todd? As Tim struggles to find a way to bring Jason home sane, his own less than stellar parents become more demanding of his future.

Invisible Fracture Lines – keeptogethernow (33k) Jason doesn’t really LIKE Tim, but given the amount of effort that he’s put into keeping the kid alive tonight, maybe he’s just in denial. Either way, this was NOT how he’d planned on spending his night.

Kodokuna Shoujo – C.R. Scott (30k) A tale of two Robins wrapped up in an Asian-style horror story. Tim Drake goes to Japan for business, both for Wayne Enterprises and Batman Incorporated. However, when he returns to Gotham City, its Damian Wayne who discovers he brought along more from his trip overseas than just his luggage and mission report.

The Impossible Journey – RavingNarniacAnarane (27k) Batbros broing it out. You like Journey to the Center of the Earth? I do. Note: Damian blames Drake. When Dick takes the opportunity to forge some brotherly bonding time, he didn’t expect it to turn so deadly. Following the mysterious disappearance of Tim’s uncle, the four bat boys (yes,Jason reluctantly included) find themselves taking a long plunge down towards the Earth’s core, and are left attempting to find a way back. And as Jason’s prefers: Alive.

Though The Sun Continues To Stand - MetropolisJournal (27k) As long as Tim Drake can remember, a dark guardian has haunted his life. He’s convinced that Batman needs a Robin to break him from his self-destructive spiral. Will Tim be up to the task?

Those Nightime Escapades - LazuliQuetzal (26k) Timothy Drake is a completely normal seventeen year old; he goes to school, enjoys photography, creeps out in the middle of the night to gather intel on Gotham's criminals -- wait, what? (Or, Steph is the third Robin, and Tim ends up as Oracle's sidekick-apprentice.)

Boy You Was Battle Born - MusicSpeaksToo (21k) AU where Jason survives Ethiopia and becomes a reluctant mentor/friend to Tim.

Where the Healing Begins (Fix You) - RascalJoy (21k) In which Tim's brothers knock some sense into his head.

Everyone Needs a Tim - WastedSanity (18k) 7 Tim-Centric drabbles.

Not Alone - TimeTrees (16k) Tim Drake's life is a complicated and sad thing. This is him trying to work through it.It wasn’t quite a crashing down moment — there was no sky falling on his shoulders, there were no monumental responsibilities, if he was living in reality he would have been completely, totally fine. If he stopped thinking, he would be fine

Whoopsie - Misha Berry (13k) A lapse in communication lands Tim in some big trouble. Maybe next time he'll think twice before taking a dip in Gotham River on a cold night.

When I Have Lost My Way – Teland (9k) Desperate times call for desperate measures. Though probably not that desperate.

Set My Mind to Wandering - Tabithian (9k) Tim is having a blast on vacation. The sights are amazing. The food is fantastic, and the people? So friendly. Five stars, would recommend.

American Ninja Worrier - DangerBeckett (8k)  It's just like Tim to give a poor college student a start in the business world. Kid's a bleeding heart, and usually, that's the sort of thing Jason avoids at all costs. He prefers his bleeding hearts on the literal side, and despite Bruce's best efforts, he's never had a head for business. Unfortunately, though, this time the business is ninjas, and that's the sort of thing that makes Jason take notice. Because Bruce is useless, and someone's gotta make sure Tim's new internship program doesn't take down all of Gotham. That's Jason's job, after all.

Heart, Humble – Betty (7k) Back then, all the boys his age had hero-worshipped costumed vigilantes. Jack supposes they still do.

Hey, Lawman! - dinolaur (6k) A clerical error leads to Tim going MIA during his lunch break and his family running around trying to find him.

Classics – The Protagonist. (6k) He has to learn this stuff some how. Or three training sessions in Tim’s early career as Robin.

A Simple Life - RenaRoo (5k) Tim Drake is living a simple life in one of the worst parts of Gotham. He makes the best of it, though. He makes for himself the only life he's ever known... He thinks.

In Living Memory - DangerBeckett (5k) When Dick and Jason get a rare peek into Tim's brain, Jason remembers why he stays out of other people's business. With his family, it inevitably ends in either life-threatening injury or Dick singing Disney songs. Sometimes both, if Dick doesn't dodge fast enough. Meanwhile, Tim doesn't see what all the fuss is about. Which is basically the entire problem, as far as Jason's concerned.

Tell-Tale - Incogneat_oh (4k) Or, the kids compete to see who should give Bruce bad news. But Jason doesn't take Tim and Bruce's fractured relationship into account.

A Little Bit of Sunshine, a Little Bit of Rain – Sookakkit (4k) For once, Tim is happy with his life.

Trouble Magnet – strikeyourcolors (4k) In which Tim Drake is terribly unlucky (even if he refuses to admit bad luck exists) and his brothers may or may not be trying to kill him. That’s what families do, right?

Normally People Pass Out After - WriterofGotham (3k) Tim Drake gives blood.

Exit Wounds - Incogneat_oh (3k) Did you hear this one? A vigilante walks into a warehouse and kills the joker.

Aiding and A-Betting - keep_me_alone (3k) Dick, Jason, Tim and Steph get up to some really stupid shenanigans in the Manor while no one is around. As expected, it doesn't really go well for any of them and Bruce gets real mad.

Road Rage Robin – Heartslogos (2k) “I’d be doing humanity a favor.” Tim grinds out, “And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I’ve done worse."

The Time Weve Got - DawnsEternalLight (2k) Bruce offers to accompany Tim to the store for an emergency Red Bull run. Shocked, Tim accepts his offer and suddenly finds himself alone in the car with his adopted Father for the first time in a long time.

Making a List - HauntedLittleDoll (2k) Tim rereads some of his old books while benched.

Do the Wonders Ever Cease? - HeartsLogos (2k) His children are strange, strange creatures, Bruce thinks as he returns to his office.

The Art of Conversation - GlassGoblin (1k) Robin needs to talk to a friend, but everyone is a little busy. 

False Dichtonomy - HeartsLogos (2k) Red Hood calls Red Robin’s bandoliers “super convenient idiot handles”.

Meant to Be – The Protagonist (1k) Tim takes a bullet for Bruce Wayne at a press-conference and winds up sprawled and bleeding in his arms.

Family Portraits - ShariAruna (1k) “You don’t have any photo on your desk”, the new girl says. “Sorry?” “No photos”, she repeats. “People usually have photos on their desk. Family. Girlfriends or boyfriends. You know?” Family, girlfriends, boyfriends. Yes, Tim knows.

I Volunteer - GoodLuckDetective (1k) Tim is the type to volunteer for the hunger games, isn't he?

[sunlightdances]

you look good in my shirt

Words: 2k+ (oops, this was supposed to be a drabble) Rating: M (smut, language) Pairing, characters: Dean x Female Reader, Sam Note: Set sometime in the vague present when there aren’t any major threats. The reader borrowing Dean’s sweater causes Dean to have some feels and finally make a move. No major triggers except the vague mention of a salt & burn. Smut is fairly vanilla. 

“It’s not that funny.” Dean grumbles, glaring at you, as the three of you get out of the car, getting ready to interview a witness. You’ve been giggling at the sight of Dean in a cable-knit cardigan since he came out of the bathroom this morning, even though part of you wonder if it’s as soft as it looks, and if– no.

“It’s a little funny,” you counter, straightening your skirt. 

“Can we just get this over with?” Sam asks, and you try to stop smiling.

A little under twenty minutes later, you’re heading back to the car, and Dean is already loosening his tie. 

“Wait until we get in the car, at least.” You say, looking back towards the house where, sure enough, the new widow they’ve just interviewed is watching them go. 

Dean scowls, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. “I hate wearing sweaters.” 

You laugh then, unable to keep it in. “How can you hate a sweater?” 

“It’s itchy!” 

“God. You’re such a baby.” 

The two of you continue to banter like this until you get back to the motel to do some research. This is a pretty simple salt and burn, you think, but there’s still some work to be done to figure out what the ghost’s motive is. 

You’ve changed into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and are cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through your laptop with your reading glasses on, and after a few minutes, you startle when Dean’s sweater comes flying at you from across the room. 

Looking up, you blink at him questioningly.

“You have goosebumps.” He says, barely looking up at you, though you’re pretty sure the tips of his ears are red. 

You are a little cold – traveling with the Winchesters means the air conditioning is always on full blast wherever you go in the summer. You smile at him, shrugging the cream colored cardigan on over your t-shirt, leaving the buttons undone. 

It swamps you – the sleeves go well past your hands and you sigh happily as warmth starts to seep back into your bones. When you look up, Dean’s watching you, his eyes a little unfocused. You try not to shiver under the weight of his stare, and he seems to come back to himself when you clear your throat, adjusting your glasses.

“Thanks.” You say, hoping to break the tension. “I always forget how you guys like your room to be like the arctic tundra.” 

“Yeah, well.” Dean murmurs. “You don’t have to be miserable. Just say something next time.”

You don’t answer – you’re too distracted by discovering that you were right. This cardigan is unbearably soft, and you’re trying to think of how you can smuggle it into your bag instead of back into his before you guys part ways when the hunt is over.

“I’m going to go check out that vending machine.” You tell Dean and Sam as you stand up and stretch your cramped muscles, slipping your flip flops on your feet before you go outside, unconsciously tugging Dean’s sweater tighter around you as the cool night air hits you. 

You get a soda and some snacks and turn back to head into the room, startling when you nearly run smack into Dean. “Good lord–” you half-gasp, free hand flying up to cover your pounding heart. 

“Sorry.” Dean says, but he doesn’t look sorry. In fact, he looks smug, the idiot, and he’s chuckling at you. “Get anything good?” 

You narrow your eyes at him, sensing an ulterior motive. He’s positively towering over you, and there’s this look in his eye that you haven’t seen before, at least not up close. “Okay, what’s your deal?” You blurt. Smooth, you chastise yourself. 

“No deal.” He says, shrugging one shoulder. He takes one step closer to you, then two. Your chests are almost pressed together, and you hate the way your heart immediately starts racing. You know what he’s doing.

The two of you have been dancing around something for the better part of the last six months, and you should have known that he would pick up on it sooner or later. It makes your heart pound to think that maybe he’s as tired of pretending as you are.

“Are you warm?” He asks, and your brain almost short-circuits when he lifts a hand and gently brushes a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. 

“W-what?” You ask, a little breathlessly, your eyes taking in the freckles on his cheeks and the fact that his mouth is less than a few inches away from yours. 

“With my sweater.” He clarifies. “Are you warm enough?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so, I–” you stop immediately as soon as his hand makes contact with your waist, the pressure light enough to be casual, but you know it’s deliberate. 

“Looks good on you.” He says, his voice a low rumble. His hand moves more deliberately now, fingers creeping up until they slide under the fabric of the cardigan, the heat of his palm almost searing through the thin material of your t-shirt. 

“Yeah?” You ask, feeling a bit of your confidence come back. 

He makes a noise of agreement, his nose brushing against your jaw, causing your eyes to fall shut. “Knew it was a mistake the minute I tossed it to you.” His mouth moves against your ear, and your knees start to feel weak. “I didn’t think it all the way through, see.” 

“Hindsight is always 20/20,” you manage, your arm winding around his waist, encouraging him to come closer. He does, his hips bumping lightly against yours.

“Mhmm.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss just below your ear. You shudder. “I didn’t think about how much I would like seeing you in my clothes.” He tells you, his voice almost a growl. His knee slides in between your legs, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. 

“Dean–” You start to say something, anything, to tell him that you are totally on board with whatever is about to go down here, but he beats you to it, pressing his mouth against yours in a kiss that you feel all the way down to your toes. 

His mouth slides over yours like you’ve been doing it for years, and when you open your mouth, he doesn’t hesitate. The kiss gets a little deep, a little filthy, and you both groan simultaneously as he presses his hips into yours once, twice, three times. 

Your hands go to his hair, threading through the sandy blonde strands, holding him in place as you arch against him, and when you break away from the kiss, you’re both panting, pupils dilated. 

“C’mere.” He says quietly, grabbing your hand and tugging, pulling you along behind him. You drop your snacks and soda, not really caring about what happens to them. He can owe you five dollars. 

You have to practically run to keep up with his long strides, and have to really fight your instincts not to practically swoon when he switches up his grip, his fingers threading with yours as he grins at you over his shoulder. 

He throws open the door to the motel room, and you barely have half a mind to ask where Sam is before his mouth is on yours again, his tongue sweeping through your mouth causing your mind to go blank. Both his arms are around your waist now, almost bending you backwards with the strength that they hold you to him with. 

“Sam’s at the library.” He says, looking at you with dark eyes and a swollen mouth, and you swear you’ve never seen anything so beautiful in your entire life. 

“Thank god.” You whisper, and then it’s your turn to tug him closer, your mouth going to his neck, placing open-mouthed kisses up and down the long column, moaning when his one hand slides lower to encourage your movement against his body and the other goes to your hair, the pressure just enough to cause sparks to sizzle down your spine. 

“God–” he chokes out, and you file away that reaction for later, pausing a moment to grin at him as you urge him to sit on the edge of the bed, immediately straddling him once he sits down. 

His hands smooth up your thighs and he scratches his blunt nails against them on his way back down, causing a whine to escape your throat. 

“Jesus fuck, kid.” He groans, looking absolutely delighted at the sounds he’s pulling from you. “Been wanting this forever.” 

“Yeah? Tell me.” You say, feeling bold. 

He mouths his way along your jaw, his tongue tracing patterns against your skin that you think you’ll feel for days. “Every fuckin’ time we see you, I swear you’ve gotten more gorgeous.” 

You huff out a laugh, and he actually looks offended. “I’m serious.” He lifts you up gently, looking you in the eyes as he tugs at your boxer shorts before getting the O.K. from you to slide them off completely. He groans quietly as you settle back down onto him. “It’s not just how you look, either.” He tells you, his voice like gravel. “Sometimes you just– you buy me birthday cards and send Sam care packages, and you call to make sure we’re eating regular meals, and I just–” 

“Dean,” you say, but it comes out a plea. You don’t know what you’re asking for, just that you need his mouth back on you. 

“There’s the moment we see each other for the first time in months, too.” He continues, his hands sliding up under your shirt and causing goosebumps to break out across your torso as his lips fall to your collarbone, nudging aside the collar of his cardigan with his nose. “You give me this smile. I can’t explain it, but it makes me want to press you up against the nearest wall and show you how much I miss you when we’re apart.” 

“Christ, Dean–” 

“Wanted to take you a million times,” he slurs, “but there was always some crisis, and we just never–” 

“I know, I know,” you chant against him, almost delirious with pleasure as his hand slides between your legs, causing you to buck up against him. “It’s the same for me. It is.” 

His eyes are dark but sparkling when they meet yours, and this time his fingers have a purpose when they touch you, rubbing over where you’re already soaked for him, causing a small cry to erupt from your mouth. “Tell me what you want. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want right now, just–” he cuts himself off, maybe noticing the desperation in his own voice, and you melt against him when he slides a finger inside of you. 

“Just don’t stop.” You tell him, and he breathes out your name as you frantically scrabble to get his shirt off his shoulders. Here you are, practically naked in his lap, and he’s still fully clothed. 

Your head falls against his shoulder at the next thrust of his fingers, and he chuckles softly. “Easy.” He says, and you want to smack him. 

“I swear, if you don’t get your pants off in the next minute, I’m going to leave you here.” You threaten, and his eyes darken. 

“Oh yeah?” He asks, and then he flips you, hovering over you on the bed as you let out a super attractive yelp. 

“Dean.” You breathe. “Pants.” 

“Yep.” He agrees, standing up and shucking his remaining clothes faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move. He looks like he’s going to try to go down on you, and the thought leaves your blood running hot, but you can’t wait for another second, and you grab his bicep, getting his attention.

“Later. Later, please. I need you.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure. I want you, and I don’t want to wait anymore, so please, Dean. Please.” 

He moves towards his bag to grab a condom, and when he comes back, his eyes are hungry as they look over you spread out underneath him. “Gonna make you feel good.” He promises, and you nod, finding his mouth again. 

He just kisses you for awhile, almost until you want to push him away and tell him to get on with it. He’s just– he’s so good and not just like this. It’s all the time, and you can see the way he feels for you in his eyes. It’s almost too much. 

When he laces his fingers with yours and slides inside of you with one quick stroke, he chokes out a groan while you keen, arching your back. 

“God, yes.” He mutters before he’s moving, setting a pace just the other side of slow. It’s not fast but it’s just enough to make you writhe underneath him, your left hand laced with his right, and your free hand gripping the sheets underneath you. “You feel so fucking good.” He tells you hoarsely, and you nod, unable to say anything. 

You get there pretty quickly, surprising even yourself, but Dean seems to be right behind you, though he’s determined to get you off. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he says, the term of endearment slipping out. “Let me see it. I wanna see it.” 

“Yes–” You choke out, “Dean, please–” 

His fingers reach down to where you're joined, and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to crash over you, causing you to arch against him one final time, your name escaping him on a groan as he finishes, too. 

“Sweet Jesus.” He says, after, when he’s flopped over on the bed next to you, though his legs are still tangled with yours. 

“I swear I won’t make fun of your sweaters anymore.” You say, a little breathless, and the smile that crosses his face as he laughs could light up the entire room. 

“See? It’s stuff like that. That’s what makes me–” he stops himself, looking over at you with absolute adoration and you can’t help but grin back at him. “That’s the kind of thing that makes me crazy about you.” He says, finishing his thought. 

You manage to get yourself and Dean dressed again before Sam comes back, even though Dean steals a few kisses that leave your blood singing in the process, sending you the most incredible looks from across the room. You feel almost giddy, wondering if this is going to be how it is from now on. 

The next day, the three of you finally salt and burn the bones keeping a few ghosts in poor Mrs. Wallace’s house, and then it’s time to hit the road. Sam suggests that you head back to the Bunker with them to get some R&R, and you hum vaguely, not really agreeing.

Den meets your eyes in the rearview mirror, his body tensing. Back at the hotel, Sam seems to sense a shift in the mood, and heads back to the room to “clean up”, giving you and Dean some privacy. 

“He’s real subtle.” Dean grumbles, but you can see the way he’s trying not to smile. 

You sway closer to him. “Not sure when I can get down to the Bunker next. I need to check on some things.” You tell him, and he tilts his head, curious. There’s still a lot he doesn’t know about you, and you shake your head, not wanting to get into it. 

“It’s a long story. I have some friends back in Detroit who I need to check in with. Might take me a few days to get there and back.” 

Dean reaches out a hand, tugging you in so you’re standing between his legs as he leans against the Impala. “Be careful. Stay sharp.” He says, his eyes soft as they alternate between meeting yours and landing on your mouth.

“Always do.” 

“Don’t be a stranger. Please.” 

You nod, and press one last kiss to his mouth, a slow one that fills you up and makes you want to do something stupid, like tell him you’re half in love with him already. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way.” 

“If I don’t hear from you in a week, I’m coming to get you myself.” He says, and you roll your eyes.

“I can handle myself.” 

“I know.” Dean says, smiling at you. “Just humor me, okay?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I better get going.” You give him one last hug and a kiss, and that’s when Sam comes back outside, fidgeting like he isn’t sure if he interrupted. “See you around, Sammy.” You say, laughing when he picks you right up off your feet, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You watch them grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror as you drive off, and you’re already counting the seconds until you can come back to see them again. To see him.