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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year

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Just A Girl

Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Synopsis: Y/N starts getting into interests other than hunting, but what happens when her brothers find out?

Author's Note: another Supernatural fic? Yup, my hyperfixation knows no bounds. Enjoy!

You were a daddy’s girl through-and-through. No question. Without a doubt.

Not that you had much choice in the matter. Your mother had died before you had even gotten the chance to form good memories of her, and your father, John Winchester, had taken you in as soon as he heard the news. So, that’s how you had grown up, looking up to your father and two big brothers. Needless to say, there was very little feminine influence in your life.

For the first many years, you had been fine with that. Overjoyed, even. You took on the role of tomboy with great ease, and you devoted all your energy to making the men in your life proud. You studied with Sam, trained with Dean, and compiled monster-killing information with John.

But things didn’t–couldn’t–remain the same. The older you got, the harder you found it to relate to your brothers. Of course, you still enjoyed your training and the occasional hunt–they only allowed you to go on the “safest” ones–but you found yourself pulling away from your family more and more mentally, although you wouldn’t allow your inner-alienation to show to your brothers. You didn’t have to worry about hiding it from your father, since he was barely around.

When Sam left for college, things only got worse. Dean doubled-down on your training, convinced that now that Sam was gone, you needed to be able to fend for yourself. If he needed backup on a hunt, he couldn’t turn to Sam anymore. You didn’t mind the work, but the long hours of training and the few hours of anything else was beginning to wear on you, both physically and mentally. The older you got, the more you felt like you needed your own space, to explore your own interests. You couldn’t tell that to Dean, though, not after he lost Sam to his own interests.

Your hesitance about training wasn’t the only thing that was changing for you. You were also beginning to notice how emotionally distant your family was. It hadn’t affected you as much as a little girl, because when you were little, displays of affection from the men who raised you had been more common. But now that you were older, they seemed to think that you had outgrown such things. You could tell that you were being expected to “grow up”, maybe even “man up”, something you most certainly could not do.

But it was more than that. When you were little, all you ever wanted was to be like your family. You wanted to be strong like dad, protective like Dean, and smart like Sam. But you couldn’t do that anymore. You couldn’t look up to them like heroes, because you had long outgrown that notion. Of course, you still looked up to them in some aspects, but it was different now. Dad was always gone, Dean wouldn’t know how to deal with feelings if they danced around blowing trumpets in front of him, and Sam…well, Sam had left. Not that you blamed him, of course, he had his own life that he wanted to live. But it was hard to look up to something that you never saw.

All that to say, this wasn’t exactly an ideal environment for a teenage girl. You were far too reserved to take out your feelings the way the rest of the men did–bottling them up and then letting them out by screaming at each other. You had times when you wanted to, of course–you had been disagreeing with them, especially John, more and more as you got older–but you found yourself more and more afraid of conflict as you matured. Before Sam had left, he and dad had been yelling at each other almost constantly, and it was pure torture on your anxiety. You hated raised voices, you hated hurt feelings, you hated conflict of any kind really. Your brothers and father never backed down from a fight, be it physical or familial, but you couldn’t do that. You found yourself walking on eggshells, making sure not to even say–much less yell–anything that would set off an argument.

You were stuck at a sort of impasse–your desperate desire to please your family versus your personal inclinations to just be yourself.

The only solution you had was to try and live both worlds; you trained with Dean whenever duty called, but afterwards you would retreat to your room, letting him work on whatever hunt he was preoccupied with, and you explored your own world.

You got into books, some tv shows the men in your life wouldn’t be caught dead watching (and would certainly make fun of you for watching), you tried out makeup and let your hair grow longer (you had always cut it short to keep it out of the way during training or hunting). You found that the more “feminine” things that you would’ve scoffed at a few years ago were suddenly looking much more interesting. You used one of those scammed credit cards Dean gave you to buy some ballet shoes, which you hid in your duffel under all your other belongings unless Dean and dad were on a hunt, at which time you would pull them out and teach yourself using some books you’d found.

It took you a long time to get over your embarrassment at wanting to try “girly” things out, but once you did you never looked back. You still played the part that dad and Dean expected, the young tomboy following in the men’s footsteps, but when you were alone, you didn’t see any harm in trying out some hobbies that felt more like you.

Like right now, for example. Dad was missing, Sam was finally back, and he and Dean were off hunting some monster. You enjoyed your isolation by first finishing off a tv show that they would’ve hated, then by reading some more of a new book you had gotten that they would’ve scoffed at. After that, it was time to pull out the ballet shoes and practice that new move that you couldn’t quite perfect.

You were so concentrated on figuring out the move, that you hadn’t noticed that you’d been practicing for hours, or that it was getting dark outside. You were also so intent on the music that you’d downloaded to go along with your dancing, that you didn’t hear the Impala pull up to the front of the motel room. In fact, you were so engrossed, that you completed the entire move–perfect for the first time!--and you were jumping around in excitement when you finally saw them. Your brothers. Standing at the door, mouths dropped open in shock, confusion contorting their features.

You froze on the spot, unable to move. You tried to speak, but no words would make it past your dry throat. You snatched up your phone and quickly killed the music, but there was no covering up the shoes you were wearing, and certainly no erasing the boys’ memory of what they’d seen.

The three of you stood in silence for several moments, before Sam finally got the words–or perhaps the guts–to speak.

“What was that?”

You answer was immediate.

“Nothing.”

“What are those?” Dean was staring down at your pastel-pink ballet shoes, his mouth still hanging open–which would have been comical if your heart wasn’t pounding in your ears.

“Nothing, just-” your lip started to quiver, and you were so shocked and appalled by this that you bit it so hard, blood started to dribble down your chin. Winchesters did not cry. “Just forget about it.”

“Jeez, Y/N,” Sam exclaimed, snatching up a towel and wiping the blood off of your mouth. As soon as he was done, you pulled away and sat on your bed, removing your ballet shoes as quickly as possible and depositing them back in their spot–the bottom of your duffel.

There was silence again for several seconds, but this time it was Dean who broke it.

“So…we’re not gonna talk about that?”

“Talk about what?” you muttered, your eyes downcast as you shifted on your feet.

Both brothers scoffed in unison.

“C’mon Y/N,” Sam insisted, putting his giant hand on your shoulder, “why didn’t you tell us you were into ballet?”

“And pretty darn good at it too,” Dean chimed in, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at them, confused.

“You’re not…mad?”

“Mad?” Dean frowned, “I don’t know why you think we’re mad, I’m just confused. I mean you never seemed into…this kinda thing.”

“I…wasn’t,” you picked at your fingers, trying to find ways to ease the awkwardness of the conversation. “But lately…I don’t know, I just wanted to try it out.”

“Dancing?”

“Not just ballet, I guess. Just…girl stuff,” you looked up, trying to gauge your brothers’ reactions.

Sam just shrugged, “Ok.”

You were shocked.

“Ok? Just, ok?”

Dean smirked, “You may be a bit of a tomboy, but we haven’t forgotten that you’re a girl, baby.”

"Yeah, but," you sighed, "you don't think this stuff is stupid?"

"Well, you're not exactly gonna find me in those shoes," Dean shrugged, "But you do you, kid."

A relieved smile broke out on your face.

“You’re seriously ok with this?” Dean laughed, “Tell you what. I’ll be one hundred percent ok with this, on three conditions.

Both you and Sam frowned.

“What are they?” you questioned.

“Ok, one: never ask me to watch a chick flick with you.”

You giggled, relieved, “Ok.”

“Two: never play Taylor Swift in Baby. Never. I don’t care if I'm dead, that does not happen, understand?”

You giggled harder, “Ok, ok.”

Dean was frowning now, “Hey now, no giggling, I’m serious!” he snatched you up and threw you onto his bed, leaning over you and poking your sides, “This is a very serious conversation N/N, and I-” Dean dodged your desperate attempt to kick him away, smirking as you squealed under his ticklish assault. “Hey, that wasn’t nice. I can’t have this serious conversation with you giggling like that!” He poked at your ribs, laughing as you struggled.

“Wha-hat’s number three-hee?” you squealed, still trying and failing to get away from him.

“Oh yeah!” Dean suddenly pulled his hands away, once again regaining his serious composure. “I want front row tickets when you’re on Dancing with the Stars.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, “Dean, it’s just a hobby, I’m not gonna get famous for it.” “Hey now, you don’t know that, anything is possible. Now do we have a deal or not?”

You giggled, sitting up and wrapping your arms around your big brother.

“Deal.”

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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year

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Beautiful

Genre: hurt, comfort, fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus size!Female Reader

Word Count: 645

Warnings: body issues, negative thoughts, post pregnancy insecurities

SPN Masterlist

I’ve been feeling a bit down the last few days and this happened kind of out of nowhere but it felt good to write something. Sending love to anyone feeling insecure about their body for whatever reason. You are beautiful just the way you are 💕

You look in the mirror with a frown tugging down at the corners of your lips and sigh heavily. In nothing but your underwear it's hard not to notice the way your body has undoubtedly changed over the last year. Your thighs are a bit thicker, your hips a bit wider, your stomach a lot rounder. Your body has always been thicker set, but strong and capable of fighting as was needed for hunting. Now all you see is soft lines and the pattern of discoloured skin now running in lines down your whole stomach.

You’re no stranger to stretch marks and scars, but these feel different somehow. They’re so wide and the colour of them so vivid that they’re all you can see. And there’s just so damn many of them. The whole of your lower stomach is covered.

The worst thing is that Dean still looks, well incredible. You swear he somehow gets even more handsome as he ages which is entirely unfair. He's still muscular and fit, despite the unlimited amount of burgers and pies he seems to devour. And even though you know it’s ridiculous as it’s not like his body had to grow and change to accommodate a small human, you know that’s not the issue. It's not jealousy that Dean’s body is, in your eyes, flawless. It's that stupid, creeping insecurity that whispers nonsense in your mind, that tells you Dean will want to find someone equally as flawless. Someone who looks like the girls at the bars he used to chase in his younger days.

It's crap and you know it. He gave those habits up long ago and you know he loves you for so much more than the body you steer through the world. But inner voices are nothing if not cruel at the worst of times. You sigh, finger tracing down one of the jagged lines when the door opens behind you.

"Sweetheart, have you s-“

Dean stops, mid-step and mid-sentence, catching sight of you judging yourself in the mirror. You scramble to grab your t-shirt, discarded on the bed, but Dean beats you there, crossing the room in a few short strides and standing between you and the mattress, blocking your way.

"What are you doing?" His question is soft, eyes searching your face and noticing the frown lines that have etched themselves into your forehead.

"Nothing," you whisper, embarrassed at having been caught. You avoid Dean’s eye, but he slips a hand beneath your chin and lifts your face to his.

"You're my favourite, most beautiful girl," he says, looking deep into your eyes before pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head, "Nothing is ever going to change that, okay?"

"Okay," you nod, closing your eyes as a tear slips unbidden down your cheek. He releases you gently, his hands moving slowly down your arms before landing on your hips. The heavy weight of his hands on your skin somehow makes you feel better. It’s a reminder that there is so much more to both of you than your flawed skin and perfectly imperfect bodies.

"I love you, Sweetheart. Exactly the way you are." Dean’s words are a breath against your lips but said with so much conviction that you feel your heart soar. “And these right here,” the back of his fingers stroke gently down the lines on your stomach, tracing the same path yours did just moments ago. “These show what an incredible job you did of carrying and protecting our little boy. I will forever be grateful and so proud of you.”

You close your eyes again, a few more tears spilling over but a small smile graces your face. Dean wipes your cheeks tenderly with his thumbs before he pulls you into a deep kiss that tells you love is more than just skin-deep.

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igotanidea · 9 months

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Dating Sam Winchester headcanons.

Requested: I was wondering if you could write something supernatural with Sam Winchester, what kind of boyfriend would Sam be? Thank you anon, made that as expanded headcanons starting from meeting and going further in the relationship.

A little NSFW in point 16.

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1.Bookshops dates

I mean come on, all things considered I am pretty sure you would meet him in the library rather than any place else. And even if you weren’t actually reaching for mythological monsters encyclopaedia or the yearbook of the city from 1456, you were bound to meet at the counter. It wasn’t that big bookshop after all and Sam, with his tall, muscular silhouette was definitely filling most of the space, forcing you to sneak under his arm to get what you were aiming for. Not that you complained, cause he does smell good.

2. Soul longing – as silly as that may sound. Ok listen up. He had women, that’s for sure. But one night stands is only good for so long. And unlike Dean he needed stability from the beginning. Sam is not a player nor a playboy. And as for you? You’re not just gonna jump into the bed of a very handsome, tall and broad shouldered man you met briefly while buying a book, right?

Even if you can imagine so many things he could do with those hands….

Even if you can tell just by looking at him that he’s got enough experience and skills to keep you up all night and –

“Miss? Miss are you all right?”

Damn, seem like you just spaced out in front of the guy who’s been currently eyeing you with those deep eyes piercing right into your soul.

Impossible to forget and even more impossible to let go.

3. Cliché scenario – you actually became a part of team free will after getting into a demon related accident serving the part of a lady in distress perfectly. Got hurt so bad the boys Sam felt guilty enough to look for you for a couple weeks while getting too attached.

4. Obviously wanting to keep you out of the family business. Too bad he got himself a persistent badass, who refused to sit cases out. You may not be a hunter, but you’re a girl. And who’s better than a woman when it comes to making scenes and getting man to mansplain to the poor, innocent soul that knows nothing? The first time you faked cried he fell for it all the way and never questioned your skills again.

5. Probably making you get an anti-possession tattoo. Just for safety, of course. And holding your hand all time while getting it done, caressing your palm in that special reassuring way. And then kissing it better after, regardless of the place it was inked on.

6. Funny thing he was hesitant to put a tag on your relationship. At first. Can’t blame him given all that happened to his mother and Jess. But his emotional side finally took over and he blurted something in the middle of an argument.

“You’re staying here tonight.”

“The hell I am, Sam.”

“I’m not asking.”

‘You’re not my boss.”

“Well I am your boyfriend!”

“Did you just-? Sam? Sam, did you just - ?”

You never got to finish that sentence. And just that one time you stayed behind.

Behind being on the backseat, no further.

7. Bantering over silly stuff while making Dean crazy, cause since you two got together there’s no one to bring him pie.

8. Knowledge duels – as long as you pick the theme, cause no way you’re going against him in history or demonology. It is however possible to beat him in popculture or modern cinematography.

“How am I supposed to know all those –“

“Educate yourself Sammy.”

“Oh I will educate you on something –“

9. Merciless teasing from Dean about stuff that should not ever be his business.

“Hey, whose underwear is that?”

“Brought you two some protection.”

“Hey maybe we can get a threesome?”

“Is that a hickey on your neck Y/N? God, girl, you are loud.”

(but we all know that’s the way Dean’s inner soft side is showing)

10. Doing research while laying head on his chest, tracing patterns on his skin. (making him distracted and locked up in another room until you start to behave.)

11. Doing research in the various libraries. You have no idea but he raises his gaze from the book way too often to actually comprehend any of the text. The way you are frowning, scrunching your nose and the way your eyes shine every time you come upon a clue or a helpful fact seem to be more interesting.

12. Fights – oh, damn, it was bound to happen right?

Arguing with Sam is impossible. He always keeps his cool, not letting the blood boil no matter how many needles you gives him. Sometimes it feels like he’s wearing that stupid armour turning into stone just to infuriate you.

But not for long, cause Sammy can’t stand to see you hurt or broken. That’s not him. It doesn’t matter if you started the fight (you’re being reckless, you’re gonna get killed, you need some rest) or he was the part to initiate it (you’re not the hunter, I know better, I’ll handle it) he’ll be all up for communication. Talking through.

Being a Winchester comes with toughness and roughness sometimes, but Sam doesn’t deny having feelings he want to work on. With you.

It’s not a perfect relationship but you’re patching it up with all the best and most resistant fabric.

13. Subtle hand holding while driving on a hunt. You may be in the backseat while both brothers take the front ones, but who cares. The blank between the driver and shotgun is for something, right? And who cares about the gearbox?

14. Forehead kisses and cuddling – you have actually seen Sam right? If that’s not a giant teddy bear than I don’t know who is. Definition of safety and warmth. Just imagine nuzzling into him with those strong arms around you keeping you safe from any demon, angel, witch, wendigo, shapeshifter or whatever else monster might come for you.

15. Steamy make out session in the impala just to get some privacy. Honestly I believe at some point this would be used as a threat for alone time.

"Get out Dean.”

“ Mmm. Nope. Not happening. I got stuff to do here.”

“I said get out.”

“Make me.”

“Well I think you should go and check on your car before I take care of the backseat.”

Wide eyes, rushing out and not getting back for hours.

Mission completed.

16. Getting intimate with Sam is indescribable. You don’t even need words and yet he seems to understand everything your body tries to convey. Soft, slow, sensual and tender love making while looking into your eyes, refusing to let your gaze drop? Tracing your body and kissing all over your soft skin? Making you feel fragile, small and delicate no matter your size?

All done.

I see Sam as a soft dom. He could break your boundaries easily and probably would, but never to the point of hurting you.

Rough play, BDSM, kinks, making love on any flat surface possible? Not exactly his style.

Stretching you out, wrapping your legs around his waist, pressing you into the mattress, marking you? Absolutely.

He’s fine with pleasuring you, getting to know what turns you on (hitting and finding all the sensitive spots that makes you mewl and rake nails down his body), never failing to make you see stars.

He may not be talking too much and not use a lot of dirty talk, but hey, a few thrusts, a few flicks of his tongue, his muscles flexing under your fingersand the feel of him so freaking deep and you forget something such as words exist.

17. Getting just the right amount of aftercare cuddles, kisses and hugs. Duties are calling and Sam may be a bit of a workaholic, but you’re on top of the “to-do-list.” Taking just the right amount of time to help you get back to reality, getting your floating soul back into your thoroughly loved out body by caresses, kisses, touches, strokes. Whatever you need.

He loves you.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester headcanon

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miserable-sarah · 2 years

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Listen 18+

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Requested: Hi. Your stories are great.

I would also like to ask you for a small fanfikton Reader is a bit emotionally upset after a hunt in which she was not supposed to participate. She runs haphazardly through the bunker, bumps into things, gets quite cheeky, eats her way through the kitchen, from cakes to chips.... Sam watches her goings-on for a while, amused, until he decides it's better to put a stop to her, and he knows just how to set his little girl's head straight again.

( daddy Dom) ("next time I tell you to stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!) .... Lots of cuddling at the end. Hope you like the idea. Greetings from Bavaria

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Oral (F&M), NSFW, Dark!Sam, Rough sex, spit kink, Daddy!Kink, slapping, yelling. (sorry if I missed anything.)

Summary: You go on a hunt, you were supposed to stay in the bunker because it was dealing with things you've never dealt with and Sam didn't want you getting hurt. You didn't listen anyway and went. Of course. Sam sets you straight.

You pace around the kitchen, you were waiting for your food to stop heating. You wanted ice cream but you didn't have any in the bunker. You went on a hunt you weren't supposed to go on. You saw some things you'd never thought you'd ever see. Hell hounds, demons, angels. Nothing made sense anymore. The only thing you know is food, it's the only thing that doesn’t change or surprise you. You take your food out and walk around the bunker, pacing, again. You still can’t wrap your head around what you saw. You almost died, and not because of a demon because of an angel! Aren’t they supposed to be nice!?

You bummed into a lamp, it shook but didn’t fall. You looked at Sam. Sam just looked at you and looked away. Sam and Dean watched you, they know what you’re going through because they also went through it.

“Soon.” Sam replies.

“She ate all my chips” Dean sighs with a pout.

“Just go get more” Sam shakes his head. The boys stiffen up when Y/n makes her way towards them.

“Why didn’t you tell me? It just doesn’t make sense.” You shake your head confused. Sam tells you everything. Dean backs away.

“I’m just gonna get more snacks” he grabs his keys and leaves

“Sam?” Sam sighs and sits you in the table.

“I was trying to protect you”

“Protect me?!” You shake your head “no that’s all I ever hear. What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me?”

“That is the real reason”

“Did you think I wouldn’t believe you? Or that I couldn’t handle it? Why would you not tell me this? Because I would be too worried what?!”

“Y/n I didn’t tell you so you would be protected. You need to calm down.” Sam was enjoying your little show but now that it’s directed towards him he’s unamused.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’ve been friends with angel and no one decided to tell me! Cas didn’t even tell me!” You pace around more. “Then, I almost get killed” Sam picks you up. “What are you doing?” You yell, he’s draped you over his shoulder with ease.

“I’ve to calm my little girl down” he says walk towards his room. Sam throws on his bed.

“Sam” you whisper

“It’s okay daddy’s got you” you shiver at his words. You lay down on the bed letting Sam take control like always. Sam’s hands run over your sides, he dips down and gives you small kisses on your lips and neck. He removes your shirt with ease, your pants join your shirt somewhere in the room. He kisses down your body, his fingers twist your nipples. You let out a little moan. Your eyes watch as he gets lower on you. The anticipation makes you crave more. You feel yourself getting wet, you clench around nothing. He’s definitely doing his magic because you’re not thinking of the hunt anymore. He kisses your inner thighs making you tingle.

"Sam, please" You start to get needy.

"Please what?" You groan and throw your hair back, you can feel yourself getting embarrassed.

"Please" you stutter "Please, fuck me" you say quietly.

"Louder"

"Sam!" You whine out. He slaps your thigh hard, you let out a squeal. "Daddy, please fuck me" You say louder. Sam smirks at you and he pulls your thong off your body, you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. You quiver just thinking about his touch. Sam kisses your inner thigh again, he moves his head over and licks a strip.

"You want that?" He is still smirking at you. You nod your head. "Words" he slaps your thigh again.

"Yes, daddy" you whimper, you bite your lip and look at him in the eyes. He stares right back at you, his large hands hold your hips down as he starts sucking and licking at your clit. You moan and try to move your body but Sam's got you held down. You throw your head back and enjoy what he's doing. Sam slaps your thigh again making you look at him. You watch him and he makes sure you're watching. Sam always loves to watch how you look when he's pleasing you. You moan and shake slightly, you grab a handful of his hair and lightly yank on it. Your hands slide down his shoulders, to his arms, then finally to his hands.

"You taste good" Sam mumbles, he enters a finger into you. "Like that?" he asks you, you nod your head

"Y-yes daddy" You stutter, he enters another finger stretching you out. You clench around his fingers and he chuckles at you. He brings his head back down and licks your clit over and over again. "Daddy" you moan loudly, you can feel your body shaking you lay back letting it take over. "I-i'm" you stutter not being able to finish your sentence, Sam thrusts his fingers faster and harder encouraging you to finish. You shriek and your vision goes blurry. Your whole body is shaking and you're completely over taken by bliss. Sam helps you ride out your orgasm of course like always.

Sam stands up and you look at his body, you bite your lip. "Like what you see?" He teases you. You nod your head yes. Sam grabs you by the ankles and pulls you further off the bed, you squeal and giggle. "Are you feeling better?" He asks kissing your lips sweetly.

"Yes" You kiss back. Sam takes his pants and boxers off, he picks you up and plants you against the door, your legs are wrapped around his waist. He kisses your neck roughly, you make a gasping moan because the door is cold and your body is hot. You grab Sam's face and kiss it. He kisses back roughly, your hands are running up and down his chest and back.

"Are you ready?" He asks

"Yes daddy" You say confidently. Sam lines him self up and lets you fall onto him. You moan out loudly, Sam does the same. He doesn't give you any time to adjust he just keeps thrusting into you roughly. "Fuck!" You yell, you put your head against the door and watch as he uses you like a toy. He's glistening from his sweat, his hair is falling in his face, the room is hot and stuffy. He kisses your neck again down to your shoulder. The room is filled with your moans, his grunts, and sex noise. You love when he gets this rough, when he focuses on you and pleasing you. He lifts you back off the wall, he holds your thighs roughly you'll definitely have bruises. He slams into you repeatedly.

You scream loudly "Too deep" you whimper.

"Daddy's gotta teach you a lesson." Your eyes widen, when Sam gets rough he gets real rough.

"No no I learned my lesson" You groan.

"No you haven't" He pants "I had to take care of you, just calm you down because you couldn't listen."

"Daddy please" You beg, you have tears in your eyes. It feels good but hurts at the same time. Sam slams you down harder on him, you dig your nails in his shoulder blades causing him to hiss at you. His large body holds your shaking tiny one against him. "Next time I say stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!"

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry" you whimper.

Sam drops you to your feet.

"Knees" You immediately drop on them. Sam's fingers go under chin, he slowly moves his thumb to your lips, he spreads them apart, you suck on his thumb. "Good girl" He says watching you intensely. He removes his thumb and grabs you by the throat. "Be good" He says sternly. You nod your head yes. He smirks and holds his cock to your lips, you open your mouth inviting him in. Sam thrusts into your mouth he hits the back of your throat and you try your best to hold back a gag. Sam holds your head still, he thrusts in your mouth, so deep your nose touches his pubic bone. You choke and cough, you have tears in your eyes. You look up at him and he watches you struggle. He pulls back letting you breathe. You suck and lick his tip, he lets out a moan. He slams back in and bottoms out again.

"You like sucking daddy's dick?" He says pulling some of your hair out your face. You nod your head "Words" He slaps your cheek.

"Yes, daddy" You say but it's muffled because he's stuffed in your mouth. He taps your cheek a few times. He pulls back letting you breathe again. He pulls completely out, you stay on your knees with your mouth open, like a good girl.

"My little whore" He whispers to you. He circles around you "Look at how good I've got you trained" he stands in front of you again towering over you. His fingers squeeze your cheeks together, he lifts your head. You stick out your tongue and he lets spit fall from his mouth onto your tongue. "Good girl" He smirks at you as you swallow. "Bound to me" he says, it's almost sinister the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He stands you back up and he lays down on the bed. He motions for you to get on top.

You get on top and slowly sink yourself down on him. You let out a groan and throw your head back, Sam's hands grab your breasts, he squeezes them and plays with your nipples. You move yourself up and down on him. You love the way he feels inside you, he stuffs you completely and some angles he's too big but you love it anyway. He always says you'll get used to him but you're not sure you will.

"You like being my whore?" He asks sucking air in through his teeth.

"Yes, daddy I love being your whore" you moan

"You're mine forever" He moves his hands down guiding your hips.

"I'm yours forever" You agree. Sam pushes you down so you're pressed against him, he lifts his knees up and thrusts into you over and over again. You moan loudly.

"Fuck daddy" you whine. "I'm gonna cum" You say in his ear. He grips onto your hair pulling it.

"No" he groans "You can't"

"Please!" You whimper, you're so close. He shakes his head no. You close your eyes tight and try not to think about the pure pleasure you're in. Sam flips you over, he lifts your legs over his shoulder. He slams into you harder, his fingers rub your clit. You scream out, there is no way you're going to be able to hold back.

"Sam, please!" Fuck, what a big mistake. Sam slaps your cheek, you groan while holding your cheek. It still doesn't distract you, if anything it brings you closer.

"What did you say?" He asks, his entire body is sweating, he's panting, he has hair sticking to his face.

"D-Daddy" You stutter your breathing is way off, your legs are shaking and you're trying to cum all over this man.

"Better" he huffs. Sam leans back, he grabs your hips and slams into you.

"Oh my god" You groan through your teeth, his fingers still rubbing your clit. "Daddy I-I can't-" Your whole body is taken over by pleasure, you can't help but cum, and cum hard. `You feel something snap and a huge release. You scream his name loudly, your hands grip the sheets, your body is shaking violently, you close your eyes tight. Sam helps you ride it out. Luckily he didn't stop.

"You're going to be punished" He smirks at you whispering in your ear. "I'm going to cum in you, make sure you're nice and full" You bite your lip and nod.

"Yes daddy, cum in me please" Sam closes his eyes, his eyebrows furrow together and moans softly. You move up and kiss on his neck sucking on his sweet spot.

"Fuck Y/n" He mumbles, you can feel warm strings of liquid fill you up. His thrusts slow and get sloppy. Sam lets out little moans before pulling out completely. He flops on the bed next to you. You both lay there catching your breath. You move over and lay your head on his chest, he plays with your hair softly.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks

"No" you smile at him.

"Good" He kisses the top of your head. "Sorry about that hunt, Y/n. You weren't supposed to learn everything that way. We are going to explain everything to you and train you to defend yourself against them."

"Thank you, Sammy" Sam kisses your head again and gets off the bed to help you get cleaned up. "How about we do round 2 in the shower?" You wink at him.

"We can shower, but there's no round 2 honey" He smirks at you, you look at him confused. "I told you, you're being punished. I'm thinking no cumming for a week" you gasp

"I had a hard day" you pout

"Should've listened to me" He smirks at you again. You groan and flop back on the bed. This week is going to be torture.

~~ Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it took a while!

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apocalypseornaw · 2 years

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He does get jealous

You had resigned yourself to the fact that Dean simply didn't get jealous, that is until Garth being Garth hosts a get together for hunters and you run into one of your exes that you're still on good terms with.

Warnings: um cursing, mentions of sexual themes

So first and foremost you knew Dean loved you. There was not a sliver of a doubt in your mind to that man's devotion to you. You knew for a fact that he'd choose you over any other woman. Did that stop you from getting jealous? No.

No matter how hard you tried that little voice in your head would pop up rather it be on cases where witnesses would flirt a little too much or even just grabbing a bite to eat on the road where the waitress would let her eyes linger a little too hard on him.

Dean would always notice it of course. On cases he'd grab your arm to "pull you away and discuss the matter at hand" which normally consisted of a quick kiss and promises of what was to come later. Off of a hunt he'd have no qualms about pulling you into his lap in the middle of a diner to prove that he was taken no matter your blushing or Sam's groans of embarrassment.

The problem was he never got jealous. Ok yeah sometimes jealousy is a major red flag that you need to heed and run far away as fast as you can but a part of you started to wonder if maybe he just didn't register to be jealous over you?

You woke up and reached for Dean smiling to yourself when his hands met yours halfway pulling you into his arms. "Morning sweetheart" he mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.

You placed a kiss to his chest "Good morning. Don't forget we have to leave here around ten to make it to Garth's in time" you couldn't help but laugh lightly when he groaned "Why are we doing this again?"

You pulled away from him just enough to lean up slightly to look at his face. A steady sprinkling of stubble covered his jawline and although his eyes were closed you knew he was tracking your every movement "Because hunters are always going to exist and its our job to make sure the next poor saps that get yanked into this life have a better system. C'mon baby Jody, Donna and all the girls will be there. Eileen is meeting us there, Kenzie is coming with Alicia and Max. It'll be fun. A weekend with people in the life just getting to catch our breath and catch up with people we haven't seen in a while"

When his response was a simple "mhh" you raised an eyebrow before adding "Bobby would be proud of it" he opened one eye to look at you but his gaze immediately went to where the sheet had slipped down off your chest leaving your breasts peeking out "If you weren't so damn gorgeous and right about this I may argue about going" a smile slipped onto your face "I love you too Dean"

He glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the nightstand and you could practically see the wheels turning in his head "It's seven thirty" you nodded slowly "Yeah" he reached out to gently grab your chin "We don't have to leave until ten?" You nodded again, eyes never leaving his. "So we have time"

"For what?" You asked innocently enough despite knowing exactly where his mind was. One of his hands dipped underneath the sheet and you gasped when you felt his fingers tracing patterns on your inner thigh "We have time for me to show my girl how much I love her" you pretended to consider it until his fingers went higher demanding your full attention when the first digit slipped through your folds "Fuck Dean" you whispered before a grin split his face "Exactly my idea"

"A lot more people showed up then Garth figured would" you leaned up at Sam's words because you knew him well enough to recognize a laugh being buried. What was so funny?

You looked at the cars parked around and about. There was Jody's suv, Donna's truck and the twins' car. There were more vehicles you recognized but weren't quite as familiar with. You were about to question Sam when you followed his line of vision and spotted Sawyer's bronco parked next to Eileen's car.

Sawyer was one of your exes. A hunter as well and someone you'd still consider a friend. You hadn't seen him in a few years but you felt a bit of excitement at getting to catch up. "Oh I didn't know Saw would be here" you spoke with a grin as Dean pulled baby to a stop. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek "C'mon. Let's go socialize"

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Dean had recognized that damn bronco the moment he turned into the clearing reserved for parking next to the cabins. Sawyer Monroe. A pretty decent hunter if he had to be honest and the only guy you'd ever dated before him that you wouldn't knock out on sight.

Thinking about it he wasn't sure you'd ever mentioned exactly why you and Sawyer had split. Hell you'd known him and Sam for years meaning he knew how you'd once felt about Sawyer. You'd even talked to Bobby about the guy.

Seeing the grin on your face when you spotted his bronco made something pull in Dean's chest. He wasn't jealous, no you were with him. You were a woman that knew what you wanted and wouldn't accept anything else. Yet trailing behind you towards the crowd that was gathered around and about he couldn't help but keep his eyes out for your ex.

There were tents around and about, a few grills going and a set up with speakers and a dance floor area. It looked almost like a wedding set up with the cabins being avaliable for anyone who needed overnights. Or a reunion of sorts.

"Kenzie!" You spotted her, Alicia and Max so you headed that way feeling Dean's hand resting at your lower back while you made your way through the crowd. Sam had already split off with Eileen and Donna so it was up to you to get the elder Winchester to actually enjoy the gathering.

She turned at the sound of your voice "Y/N!" She pulled you into a hug shooting a wink at Dean "Heya Winchester. I see you've actually managed to keep this one. I'm impressed. If you hadn't acted when you did I would've asked her out" "Very funny" he laughed watching as you went from Kenzie to Alicia to Max hugging all three of them.

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"So how have you been?" Alicia asked glancing towards where Max and Dean had headed in search of drinks. "Good. Dean's amazing of course. I don't think I've ever loved someone like I love him"

Before she could respond you heard a voice behind you say "Oh ouch. That hurt" you'd know that voice anywhere. You spun around to see Sawyer standing not even a foot away. "Hello to you too Mr Monroe!"

He stopped right before he got to you "A hug ok?" You nodded and he scooped you up into a hug. Sawyer was around Dean's height with chestnut brown hair that curled at a certain length and hazel blue eyes.

He was a sweet guy and one of the few you'd dated and stayed on good terms with. It'd been one those situations where you both knew the relationship had hit its end. When he put you back down on the dirt you laughed "I see you're still a fucking giant oaf" he shrugged one shoulder "Why change now Darling? Now where's this fella who you love more than anyone cause I wanna know where I'm ranked in the book of Y/N"

You felt an arm slip around your waist and laughed as you leaned back against Dean's chest "Sawyer I'm sure you remember Dean. Dean you remember Sawyer" the two greeted each other with a quick handshake "One of Bobby's boys" Sawyer commented and Dean nodded "Yeah. We met a time or two while you and Y/N were dating"

Sawyer cut his eyes at you "Well she was just telling Alicia how much she loves you so I'm glad to see she's happy" "We both are" you glanced back at Dean but he simply smiled at you "Anyways..what's on the schedule for this thing? Garth was pretty vague"

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Ok so maybe a small nip of jealousy hit Dean when he looked over to see you in Sawyer's embrace. It was a simple hug, that was all. Just as you'd hugged everyone else. Did it bother him seeing Sawyer hold you? Yeah. But it was just the fact that he wasn't sure if Sawyer knew you two were together. He didn't want him to get the wrong idea about the hug. That was all it was.

When he walked up behind you and slipped an arm around your waist he felt his heart flip a bit when you leaned into his embrace and did a quick reintroduction between the two men.

When you steered the conversation towards Garth's plans he stayed quiet keeping an arm around you and watching how Sawyer looked at you as you cracked jokes with Alicia and Kenzie. No, he wasn't jealous at all.

You were enjoying yourself. The banter and familiarity of so many hunters in one place was something nearly intoxicating. Most of your lives were lived in solitude. Hunting was a lonely life and being able to wind down with friends, people you considered family also that actually understood that? It was a beautiful thing.

Dean was talking to Garth, Sam and a few other hunters while you mingled with Donna, Jody and the girls. "I see Sawyer is here" Jody teased with a laugh. "Yeah we saw each other already" you replied.

"Who's Sawyer?" Claire asked and before you could open your mouth Jody explained "Y/N's ex before Dean. Her only real serious ex before him"

Claire's eyes widened "Ohhhh I bet Dean is jealous as hell" you scoffed with a roll of your eyes "Dean Winchester? Jealous? I've been with him this long and have yet to see it" Donna and Jody exchanged a look "We didn't just step into relationship issues did we?"

You shook your head "No. Me and Dean are happy, really. It just seems like at times he's incapable of getting jealous so I feel like a crazy woman when it perks it's little slimey head up in me" "I bet he gets jealous and just hides it" Alex offered but you shook your head then shrugged "Next subject? Something that isn't my relationship insecurities?"

Chatting and catching up had given way to a spread of food being laid out, a damn near open bar setting up and music playing through the speakers sat around and about.

You were sitting next to Dean laughing at Claire who'd nearly dropped Kaia when she attempted to dip her. "Think you can do it better?" Claire teased so you cut your eyes at Dean who shrugged one shoulder "Go for it sweetheart"

You glanced, spotting Max near the bar so you whistled "Banes?" When he glanced up you motioned towards the girls "Wanna teach these young ones how it's done?" He raised an eyebrow as he walked towards you and Dean "Am I leading or are you?" "Claire thinks I can't dip someone" a broad grin split his face "Oh its on then Novak"

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Dean watched as you spun Max around the dance floor. Several people had stopped to watch probably just from the height difference between the two of you. This was something you and Max had long since perfected, you both would take turns leading. When it came time for you to dip Max despite the height difference you successfully dipped him, spun him out then the two of you switched leads.

This was why he hadn't really gotten too upset when you'd spoken with Sawyer early. He knew you were his, you were happy with him. He had no reason to get jealous, right?

He heard Donna call his name and was quickly pulled into a conversation with her, Isaiah and Jody. "So how's things going?" Donna asked glancing back towards the dance floor. Jody smirked at him "Ya know Garth already has this set up..would be perfect for a ceremony of any sorts" he knew she was teasing but he also knew he'd be lying to himself if he hadn't already thought about a future between the two of you. He loved you and for some reason unknown to him you loved him too. "Yeah it would be" he replied causing a laugh to slip out of Isaiah at the look on the two women's faces.

Somewhere along the line you'd lost Max to David who cited he wanted his boyfriend back. You pulled Kenzie onto the dance floor next laughing when she insisted on leading.

You spotted Sawyer at the edge of the crowd, nursing a beer. You spun around with Kenzie a few times until Alicia cut in and you were left partnerless.

"On the off chance I may have a Winchester gunning for me, care to dance?" You turned to look up at Sawyer and shrugged. Dean never got jealous, so chances were Saw would be safe. "Well cmon then Monroe. Let's see if you've lost any steps"

He hesitated before touching your waist so you grabbed his hands with a light laugh placing them where both Max and Kenzie had touched you. "See? No harm, no foul" the two of you started to dance and you found yourself humming along with the song. It was one Dean played a lot.

"So you and Dean...can't say I'm surprised" you raised your eyes to look at him "Why is that?" He shrugged moving your arm that was resting on his shoulder slightly "He always seemed smitten with you. No other hunter compared to you, he was always talking about ya even when we were together"

"So what was that about calling him one of Bobby's boys?" You asked with a grin "Could I really say oh yeah of course I know Dean Winchester. One of the best hunters that's ever walked. The one man who I knew the first moment I saw you around him that we'd never last in the long run" "oh come on now Saw. We were good together for a while. We just got to a point.." you trailed off and he leaned down just enough to be eye level with you "That we both knew we'd be better as friends?" You nodded "Yeah cause if we'd dragged it out we would've ended up hating each other"

He smiled "I have no hard feelings love. You're happy with him. That's all I've ever wanted for you. Plus I'm seeing someone, her names Genya. She lives in New Orleans. I think you'd like her. We been together about six months now"

"Why didn't she come?" You asked and he smiled "Her coven had a ceremony she was presiding over" you could feel how wide your smile was at that news "She's a witch? Oh I love her already" he laughed loudly, the sound echoing around the two of you "C'mon now Y/N, you've got Dean. You can't have my girl too"

The sound of Sawyer's laughter hit Dean's ears over the music and conversations around him. When he followed the sound with his eyes he felt a flame flickering to life in his chest.

Sawyer's hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders. Your faces close, laughter falling from him and a broad smile lightening your features.

"What the hell?" He meant to think it, not to let any anger slip into his voice or posture but it was clear to anyone who knew him and considering he was still fairly close physically to both Jody and Donna needless to say those two knew him pretty damn well. No, not quite anger. He'd felt that plenty in his life and this wasn't it. No this was jealousy, no other word could come close to the reasoning behind the flush to his skin or the torrent of thoughts running through his mind.

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One minute you were swaying to the music with Sawyer and the next you felt two hands on your waist pulling you away from Saw and causing you to collide with a broad chest.

Your hands flew out to brace yourself and the moment they collided with the body under them your eyes flew up to meet the green eyes staring down at you. When had Dean stripped out of his flannel? Why was he glaring at Sawyer over your head and when had this t-shirt gotten so tight across him?

"Baby, everything ok?" The thought occurred to you that maybe something was wrong but the look in his eyes didn't scream something was up, no he was jealous. No. Dean didn't get jealous, or did he?

"Dean?" Sawyer tried and you could see the muscles clenching in Dean's jaw as his hands gripped your waist firmly. "I need to talk to Y/N for a minute..that good with you?" Sawyer cut his eyes at you and you almost missed the slight twitch upwards his lips did before he said "Of course" before saying "Good night darling. It was good seeing you. I'm leaving bright and early but I'll ring ya once I hit Louisiana"

You could feel the heat radiating off Dean when you turned to give Sawyer a hug "Don't be a stranger and drive safe" the moment you released Sawyer Dean was leading you off the dance floor with a hand on your lower back.

"So what's the problem?" You asked once the two of you had cleared the crowd. Some of the cabins were already taken but there was enough for everyone. You saw the impala so you started to walk towards it, hearing Dean huff slightly behind you.

You made it to the impala and turned to face Dean. "Baby, do you remember your words?" He was silent but moved closer to you, he laid a hand on either side of your shoulders his palms flattening on the roof of the car and effectively trapping you between it and his own body.

"What's wrong with me?" He asked finally, leaning down close enough you could smell the scent of his cologne mingling with the whiskey he'd drank. You nodded slowly knowing he could smell the same brand of whiskey on your own breath from shared kiss and you stealing his drink earlier in the night. "Yeah, you pulled me off the dance floor and lead me out here into the dark. Now what are you planning to do to me Winchester?"

He scoffed, a smirk slipping onto his face "You get jealous if a waitress calls me handsome or if a witness asks to be interviewed by me yet you're asking what's wrong and what I plan to do?" You could feel your heart flip and heat rush into your lower stomach at his words. Oh, he was jealous

"Is it because I was dancing with Sawyer?" He didn't respond,instead he stepped even closer moving his lips to your neck to barely let them brush over the sensitive skin there.

"Is it because another man had their hands on me?" You asked when his hands went from the roof to your hips pulling you close enough the heat from his body had every inch of you feeling like it was on fire "Can we pick a cabin, head in and talk?" He finally spoke before connecting his lips to your neck sucking the skin right over your pulse, no doubt leaving a mark it his wake but you could've cared less considering it took every ounce of self control you had to not let out the moan trying to escape your lips.

You knew you were pushing it but also wanted to relish in the moment of finally catching Dean jealous. "Or do you only get jealous when you know it's someone who's had me under them? Someone who knows what I taste like?" You swallowed hard before leaning up to place a kiss to Dean's neck, feeling his pulse under your lips.

"Someone who knows what I sound like?" You whispered into his ear and couldn't help but feel your heart skip when his demeanor changed. You could feel the hard steel of the impala under your back when he pushed you backwards just slightly but considering he'd also chosen that moment to kiss you like a drowning man coming up for air you lost any sort of sense or control you'd had.

He moved from your lips to your jaw then down your neck. He went from kissing to biting the areas he knew would make you go weak. "I would rather do this in a cabin but you know I hold nothing against fucking you in baby" you let out a breathy moan when he hit a certain spot "Wait...stop for a second"

You knew that's all you needed to say. He froze in his tracks but for a split second you saw the uncertainty in his eyes. That small flash of self loathing that you always found buried under any sort of jealous streak. You'd never noticed it before on him. "Tell me why you're acting like this"

He took a deep breath letting his fingers slip under your shirt to tease at the waist of your jeans slightly. He wasn't trying to unsnap them or even reach under them, more so it seemed like he was trying to remind himself you were in his arms. "Sawyer knows you. He's a decent guy, you were happy with him. He knows what you look like under these jeans that I love on you, he knows what it feels like for your nails to cut into his shoulders when you're hitting that peak.." he groaned letting his head fall over onto your shoulder "I'm not some jealous, controlling asshole but I'll be damned if that didn't do something to me"

"You're jealous?" You whispered and he finally raised his eyes to meet yours again. "Yes sweetheart I'm jealous as hell. Rather you see it or not I get jealous a lot. Now please for the love of everything can I either climb into the impala with you or find a cabin and remind myself I'm the only one who gets to touch you, taste you, feel you. I just need to feel you clinging onto me, moaning my damn name and maybe just maybe I can fuck you good enough you won't get jealous as often either. I love you more than I ever knew possible but right now? I want to fuck you until neither of us can even remember another man or woman's name"

You swallowed hard at his confession, feeling your body react to the promise in his words. "In that case let's find a cabin"

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Meeting Jared

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader (Y/N)

Additional Characters: Emma -> Reader��s best friend, Jensen Ackles.

Summary: Reader attends her very first Supernatural convention with her best friend and gets to meet her favorite actor Jared Padalecki.

Warnings: none.

This was a request sent to me by @deanwinchestersgirl8734 ! Hope you enjoy it! Also you are soooo lucky you’re gonna meet Jared girl I’m so jealous! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

The sun shone brightly over the convention center, the warm rays casting a golden hue on the gathering crowd. It was your first Supernatural convention, and the excitement buzzed in the air, mingling with the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. Your best friend, Emma, had managed to score tickets, and both of you had been counting down the days eagerly.

Dressed in a Dean Winchester cosplay, complete with a leather jacket and a slightly scruffy look, you felt an exhilarating blend of nerves and excitement. Emma, channeling her inner Castiel, adjusted her trench coat and gave you a reassuring smile.

"We're finally here!" Emma exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "This is going to be epic!"

You nodded, unable to suppress your grin. "I've been dreaming about this day for years."

The convention hall was a sea of Supernatural-themed booths, selling everything from T-shirts to replica weapons. Fans milled about, some dressed as their favorite characters, others just basking in the shared love for the show.

You and Emma wandered around, taking in the sights and sounds. You marveled at the intricate cosplays, posed for pictures, and picked up a few souvenirs. The schedule for the day was packed with panels, signings, and photo ops. But the highlight, the part you were most excited for, was the panel with Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles.

The auditorium was packed, the energy palpable as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of the stars. You and Emma found seats near the front, your hearts racing with anticipation. The lights dimmed, and a roar of applause filled the room as Jared and Jensen took the stage.

Jared's presence was magnetic. His tall frame, easy smile, and infectious energy filled the room. As he and Jensen bantered back and forth, sharing behind-the-scenes stories and answering fan questions, you felt a deep admiration for their camaraderie and genuine love for their fans.

When the Q&A session began, you hesitated, but Emma nudged you encouragingly. Summoning your courage, you raised your hand. To your shock, Jared pointed at you.

"Yes, you in the Dean cosplay," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You stood up, your heart pounding. "Hi, Jared, Jensen. First of all, thank you for everything you do. My question is, what's been the most memorable moment for you both while filming the show?"

Jared and Jensen shared a look before Jensen replied, "Honestly, there have been so many. But I'd say one of the most memorable was filming the 200th episode. It was a huge milestone for us and the entire crew."

Jared nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that was definitely up there. But for me, it's the fans. Every convention, every encounter, reminds me how special this show is because of all of you."

The audience erupted in applause, and you felt a surge of warmth and connection. This was more than just a show; it was a community.

After the panel, you and Emma decided to explore more of the convention. As you were browsing through a booth selling Supernatural-themed jewelry, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with the sight of Jared Padalecki himself.

"Hey," he said with a grin. "I just wanted to thank you for your question earlier. It really got me thinking."

You blinked, momentarily speechless. "Thank you, Jared. That means a lot."

Emma, ever the supportive friend, nudged you subtly. "We're huge fans," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "This is our first convention."

Jared's smile widened. "Well, I'm glad I could be a part of it. You both look fantastic, by the way. Love the cosplays."

Your cheeks flushed with pride. "Thanks! We put a lot of effort into them."

He chatted with you both for a few more minutes, asking about your favorite episodes and characters. The conversation flowed naturally, and you felt an incredible sense of ease talking to him. Before he left, he handed you a small card.

"There's an after-party tonight for some of the fans. I'd love it if you both could come. Just show this at the door."

You stared at the card, hardly believing your luck. "Thank you so much, Jared. We’ll definitely be there."

As he walked away, Emma squealed in delight. "This day just keeps getting better!"

The after-party was held in a nearby hotel ballroom, transformed into a Supernatural-themed wonderland. The lighting was low, casting an intimate glow over the room filled with fans, cosplayers, and a few of the show's cast and crew.

You and Emma entered, flashing the card Jared had given you. The security guard nodded and let you through. The atmosphere was lively, with people dancing, chatting, and enjoying the themed drinks and snacks.

You spotted Jared near the bar, talking with some fans. He saw you and waved you over. "You made it!"

"We wouldn't miss it," you said, trying to keep your cool.

Emma nudged you playfully. "We still can't believe this is happening."

Jared chuckled. "Well, believe it. You both deserve it. Now, how about a drink?"

The night continued with laughter, conversation, and a few rounds of drinks. Jared introduced you to some of the other cast members, and you found yourself in awe of how down-to-earth and friendly everyone was.

As the party wound down, Jared pulled you aside. "It was great meeting you both today. I hope you had an unforgettable time."

You smiled, feeling a mix of gratitude and disbelief. "This has been beyond anything we could have imagined. Thank you, Jared."

He gave you a warm hug. "Take care, and keep being awesome fans."

As you and Emma left the party, you felt a sense of euphoria. The convention had been everything you dreamed of and more. Meeting Jared Padalecki was the cherry on top, an experience you would cherish forever.

Emma wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Best. Day. Ever."

You nodded in agreement, a content smile on your face. "Absolutely."

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THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: The girl finally wakes up but the brothers are acting suspicious and you don’t like it one bit

Warnings: Mention of captivity, mention of Hydra (if that’s a warning?), mention of experiments and a tiny bit of sad Bucky.

Other: English isn’t my first language bla bla I think you already know. Also mention of my girl Chip the spoiled leopard, if you know you know.

-> Masterlist

-> Part eleven ; Part thirteen

-> Mother of the year (12)

“Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, just bought a new mansion somewhere in Italy. Here are the pictures the billionaire allowed us to take.” The TV anchor announced, displaying images of a super villa with a giant pool that Stark had apparently bought. That fucker was out there living his best life while the boss was probably in Hydra’s hands. For a moment you swore you wanted to reach his level of nonchalance.

You sat on the couch eating ice cream, having nothing better do to than watch the news. Nothing exciting if not for some reporters who concentrated more over what Steve Roger’s daily routine was rather that the actual important things.

Bucky was out on his usual morning run about two hours ago, he had offered you to join him and that warmed your heart since it was the first time he proposed to do something together for the first time ever since you met him. Truth was, you weren’t really the most athletic person around; your stamina was great, yes, it was your brain that was lazy.

It was still early in the morning, and Sam and Dean hadn’t answered their phones yet. Not even with a text. Their car was still parked outside, as you had noticed when you looked out of the window earlier. You might have thought they were dead if not for their usual morning screaming match that the whole neighborhood could hear. You considered going over to their place to see if Cassandra had woken up - it would be strange if she hadn’t - but you opted not to. If they had something important to share, they’d show up.

Your curiosity piqued when you heard voices from outside, and specifically it was a girl’s laugh that made your frown since it sounded like it came from your lawn. You tossed the ice cream box aside and walked over to the door, swinging it open.

Bucky was already back from his morning run, and there was a girl you recalled as Dalia right beside him. Both of them were wearing jog clothes, which made you assume they spent the last couple of hours together. Or, at least, some time considering the too friendly way she was clinging to him.

He was telling her something that made her laugh loudly and nudge his arm playfully, and you bit your inner cheek at the sight. The man didn’t even seem bothered by the touch or her presence, so much for someone who was usually as social as a rock.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the both of them like a hawk - or more like an old, noisy woman. It wasn’t jealousy, though, of course it wasn’t; you had absolutely nothing to be jealous of considering that technically you and Bucky weren’t even friends. But something deep inside you boiled at the view, a strange feeling you tried to ignore.

“Bye, Harry!” Dalia said, using the fake name Bucky was using for the mission, smiling brightly at your supposed-to-be husband as she waved and walked away, back to her mother’s house. She even winked at him as she left despite noticing your presence, and she knew you were his wife. What a beautiful way to start the day.

Bucky’s smile vanished as soon as he turned around in your direction, ready to head back inside. He raised a questioning brow when he saw your expression. “What?”

“I didn’t know you were this funny, Harry.” You remarked, as you crossed your arms under your chest.

He stopped on the porch steps, sighing loudly. “It’s part of the job.” He said, walking past you inside the house. “We need to stay in character.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him inside, closing the door behind you. “Right. So if I get too cozy with her brother it’s not okay, if you flirt and make her laugh it’s part of the job?”

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Two completely different situations. Plus I wasn’t flirting, what I was saying wasn’t even funny. And it’s not like I could push her away, we have to blend in. Remember?”

You crossed your arms tighter, leaning now against the kitchen counter. “I get that, just remember who you’re married to.”

He raised an eyebrow as he walked towards the fridge to get some eggs, a grin making its way on his face. “Are you getting possessive? Because I have to admit, it’s kind of cute.”

You scoffed at that. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not the type to get possessive over anyone. All I want is for this mission to not be compromised because you can’t keep it in your pants. But you do you, I guess.” You raised your hands in surrender. It wasn’t a lie, Bucky getting involved with someone else outside the case could cause too many problems.

Like that one time Pietro almost blew up the whole mission by ruining a woman’a marriage, prompting her soon-to-be-ex-husband to try and kill him… and that wasn’t even the first time something like that happened. Pietro wasn’t exactly known for his professionalism, and not even his speed could save him from bullets. But thankfully he didn’t become a colander.

“Believe it or not, I’m great at keeping it in my pants and I have no intention of getting involved with anyone.” Bucky chuckled, walking over to the cabinets to grab a bowl. “Now, do you want breakfast or was that ice cream you left melting on the couch enough?”

You have him an ironic smile as you went back into the living room to retrieve the box of that delicious ice cream. “What are you even cooking? The fridge is empty.”

“Eggs… it was the only thing in there.” He replied, as you tossed the food back into the freezer. “We need to buy groceries between a murder and another, Emma. We can’t live off of junk food forever.”

“Nah.” You shook your head, waving a hand dismissively. “Speak for yourself; I’m perfectly fine with this arrangement.”

He let out an annoyed sound, choosing to simply drop the conversation rather than try to convince you otherwise because he knew it was most likely impossible.

As you settled back on the couch, Bucky busied himself in the kitchen. The sound of eggs sizzling in the pan filled the air as you watched a documentary about a leopard that couldn’t hunt for her life, and you couldn’t help but feel completely at ease despite all the shit you found recently. Perhaps it was your philosophy of ignoring problems until they disappeared.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You called out, raising your voice just enough for him to properly hear from the kitchen.

Bucky glanced over his shoulder, shrugging even though you could not see him. “We should check on Sam and Dean. They’ve been acting weird ever since we left Malcom’s house, usually they’d be here already at this hour. Also, we need to see if Cassandra is awake, she could solve all of our problems if she stopped playing dead for a second.”

“True. Poor girl’s probably traumatized, though. I usually sleep too to avoid facing my problems.” You said, pulling your legs up onto the small coffee table. “Remember we need to go to Mrs Miller’s twin sister, as we agreed yesterday. Did you think of asking Dalia about her while you were, you know, flirting?” You asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm just for the fun of pissing him off.

Bucky grunted, clearly irritated by you bringing up the subject again. “I wasn’t flirting and no, I didn’t.”

You saw him walking back into the living room, carrying two plates of scrambled eggs - you frowned in confusion at the view. Not that you minded, the opposite; still, it was weird having this sort of normality with someone like him. He placed one plate on your lap, along with a fork, and he sat beside you.

“Oh, we’re already having breakfast together now? Things are moving fast, what’s next? A fancy dinner?”

“I hate you.”

Your banter was interrupted by an aggressive knock on the door, as if someone was in a rush. Your immediate thought was that it might be one of the Winchesters, perhaps with news about the girl. Or, maybe, they had finally come to their senses and remembered the four of you were working together, since they have been MIA for the whole previous day.

Sharing a glance with Bucky, you could tell he was thinking along the same lines. Rising from the couch, you moved to open the door. “Dean, I swear to fuck-” Your words died in your mouth as the door swung open, revealing Cassandra on the other side.

She was visibly trembling, her eye makeup smudged from tears all over her cheeks. Still dressed in the same dirty clothes you had found her in, she clung to you almost immediately after the door opened.

“I was kidnapped, please let me in.” She pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please, let me in. Four men kept me locked in a room for a day.” She cried out.

Bucky was at your side in less than a second as soon as he realized what was happening, reacting faster than you as he shoved you both back inside before anyone in the neighborhood could hear. If they called the police you could have gotten in trouble, Avengers or not.

Cassandra lay on the floor, tears streaming down her face, while you and Bucky exchanged bewildered glances, each lost in thought on how to proceed from there and time seemed to stay still. With a heavy sigh, you ran a hand over your face before kneeling in front of her, Bucky’s gaze hovering over you. He was clearly pissed, as you had noticed, probably at Sam and Dean for leaving Cassandra unattended or, even worse, locked away alone.

It was nothing but a miracle that Cassandra had found her way to your door and not anyone else’s or that would have been a catastrophic failure since this girl was the last hope you had.

“Cassandra?” You began, you voice as gentle as you could muster. “My name is Emma, and this is my friend Bucky. We’re Avengers, you’re safe here.”

At the mention of the team, Cassandra’s lower lip quivered and she instinctively moved closer to you seeking refuge. There was fear in her eyes as she clutched your wrist tightly with her cold, shaky hand, her vulnerability palpable in the air. “Avengers?” She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze darting between you and Bucky.

You nodded reassuringly, maintaining your soothing tone as you confirmed your words. “Yes, Avengers.”

The tremor in her grip eased slightly as she visibly relaxed, but it wasn’t enough for her to stop trembling.

Cassandra moved her brown eyes from you to him, studying his features briefly before the color drained from her face. “The Winter Soldier.” She gasped, as if she had just seen a ghost. “He’s- he’s with them- he’s with Hydra. I don’t want to go back there, please don’t hurt us.” She rambled, trying to pull you away from Bucky despite still being on the floor. “He’s a murderer.”

You unfortunately didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed Bucky’s face before he immediately masked it with a neutral expression and stood up. “Take care of her until she’s feeling better. Call me when she calms down.” He said, his voice empty of any emotion, as he made his way out of the house.

“Bucky, wait-” But your words lingered in the air as he shut the door behind him.

You inhaled deeply as the house fell silent, feeling Cassandra’s wary eyes on you. You couldn’t blame her for being frightened, given what they must have told her or did to her wherever she was kept - it was a natural response.

Setting aside what she had said to Bucky, you mentally noted to talk with him later. Holding her hand, you tried to comfort her through the touch. “Come with me, it’s okay.” You said gently, helping her up from the ground.

She glanced around, likely searching for any other potential threats, and relaxing when she realized you two were left alone. “Thank you.” She mumbled, her voice still hoarse. “Why was he here?”

“Bucky? Well, he’s a good guy and he was helping me find you.” You explained.

She vigorously shook her head, disagreeing with your explanation. “He’s an assassin. Do you know how many people he killed? Hydra wants him back so he can continue the job, they didn’t talk about anything else… he’s dangerous, and he will bring me back there. I don’t wanna go.” She pleaded again, her voice trembled as tears threatened to escape once more.

“No one is going to take you back there, alright?” You reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her forearm sensing that physical touch brought her solace. “You’re safe here, with us. Go sit on the couch, okay?” You offered her a smile, which she returned as she obeyed your instruction.

While she made her way to the couch, you hurried over to the windows to close the curtains, ensuring that no one saw her there before joining her. You noticed the red marks on her wrists from the rope Malcom had used to tie her up, and you knew from experience how much they must be burning. However, you had nothing to treat her wounds with, so you didn’t offer.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked.

She shook her head. “No. I want my mum.” She said, nervously passing both her hands over her dirty jeans.

You forced a smile at her request, unable to tell her the truth about her mother’s absence. “What’s the last thing you remember, Cassandra?” You inquired.

She blinked a few times, taken aback by the sudden question. “Please, call me Cassie.” She requested before continuing. “I remember a dark place. The trunk of a car, Malcom’s car. He put me in there when he heard two people breaking into his house… he locked me up and ran away, and then I woke up in a room inside those four men’s house.” She explained, her breath shaking with each word.

“The people next door are friends of mine.” You informed her. “We brought you here after I found you in that car.”

She frowned. “They kept me inside for a day, I woke up hours ago.” She told you, her voice trembling.

You clenched your jaw at the realization. You had trusted Sam and Dean with her safety, only to discover they left her completely alone, scared, and traumatized while they argued amongst themselves. Fighting to keep your raising anger in check, you spoke softly. “They’re… not exactly the best at… listen, it was my mistake for trusting them with you, I’m sorry. Did they hurt you?”

“No, they didn’t.” She confirmed, much to your relief. “But they didn’t allow me to leave. I had to use the bedsheets to escape from the window.”

You sighed, nodding. “You said four men? Not two?” You asked, suddenly remembering that detail.

“Four men and a woman.” She confirmed. “I heard them through the door. They were talking about strange things, dead bodies… demons.” She scratched her forehead, her lower lip trembling once more. “I just want to go home. Did you call the police? They must have been searching for me.”

“I know you want to go home, and you will in time. But, Cassie, you’ve been kidnapped by Hydra. You know that, right? The police… they’re useless.” You explained, trying to maintain a comforting tone.

She nodded, understanding the gravity of your words. Traumatized, yes, but not an idiot, she was still able to piece things together. “I know.” She said, her voice barely udibile. “He hurt her, didn’t he?”

You remained silent, trying to grasp what she was referring to. “Who?”

“My father.” She answered. “He hurt my mother, didn’t he? He said he would if she kept interfering with the atrocities he was doing with Mrs White.”

Your heart stopped at the mention of her name, and you felt your entire body go numb. It had been a long time since you heard that name uttered by someone who likely knew her, and you despised the grip she still had on you. Especially now, with the confirmation that she was still live.

Your hands trembled, but you clenched them together tightly, hiding them between your knees to conceal your weakness. “Mrs White? What’s-” You cleared your throat, trying to dispel the knot that prevented you from speaking clearly. “How do you know about her?” It felt like a stupid question, but your mind was suddenly clouded.

Cassandra looked away at that, her gaze distant. “I was left on my mom’s doorstep by my biological mother when my father cheated. I always knew I was adopted, she never hid that from me and still raised me as hers.” She explained referring to Mrs Miller, passing a hand over her lower lip before continuing. “I always wondered who my biological parents were, and when Dad came back into our lives I was enthusiastic - I couldn’t hate him, and believe me I tried. Even knowing how much pain he put my mom through… he was still my father, you know?”

“Of course.” You replied, though your own experience with fathers was nonexistent. However, that wasn’t the time to bring it up.

“And so, Mom took him back and we started to build a relationship from scratch. He took me to dance practice and was even there for my 18th birthday. It was as if we had never spent almost twenty years apart. Until one day, I found out he was texting the person who gave birth to me.” She continued, a hint of anger flashing across her features simply at the thought of this person.

She was telling you nothing more that a detailed version of what you already knew, but you were curious to see where this conversation was headed.

“I found out completely by accident, and when I asked who it was he didn’t even hide it from me. I didn’t want him to hurt my mother again, and… and I told him to stop texting her. I told him he had to leave her in the past. I mean, I did want to know who she was, desperately, but I knew my mom would be devastated. So, I just opted to forget about her but my father had other ideas. I started to dig into his past life, and I found out everything about Mrs White. I found out about Hydra and the experiments they did to people.” She explained, a tear rolling down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. “I can’t believe my mother would agree to ever do things like that. What kind of monster is capable of such things?”

“Cassie, what does your mother have anything to do with Hydra?” You asked, frowning.

Her eyes met yours as she spoke. “Mrs White is my mother. My biological mother and nothing more.”

Time seemed to stand still. Her features were too familiar now that you were seeing her up close, but never in a million years would you have thought that was the reason why. The person in front of you was the daughter of the woman that had ruined your life, and instinctively, your body jerked aside to put some distance between you. You didn’t mean to do it, but you did nothing to fix it even when you saw the confusion in her eyes.

“How do you know about Mrs White?” She asked and it was your turn to look away.

You weren’t used to this rush of emotions coming out all at once, and you found it hard to maintain a stoic face as the main subject of the conversation was the woman who had made you kill people for a living ever since you were born.

“Long story.” You just answered, unable to utter anything else.

“I’m sorry.” She said sincerely, taking your hand in hers.

You looked down at her hand, but the gesture did nothing to comfort you. In that moment, hardly anything could. “William Barlow mentioned you found out she had another daughter. What can you tell me about her?”

Cassie seemed taken aback by what you said but quickly composed herself. “I didn’t know Will knew about it.” She confessed. “But he is right. Ella White abandoned me while she apparently took care of this other daughter of hers, my half sister, while I’ve been wondering what I did wrong to be left on a doorstep.” She let out a dry chuckle and spat out her mother’s name as if it were venom.

“Do you know who this girl is?”

She nodded. “I do. Turns out she abandoned her too at some point. Apparently, old habits die hard. She has a good life now.” She said with a sad smile. “But at least she got to know her.”

“Not that it was a great pleasure if you ask me.” You couldn’t help but spit out.

“No, it wasn’t.” She chuckled sadly.

You nodded at her words, your mind flooded with thoughts about the woman who would haunt you for the rest of your life. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that, not when you had someone to take care of. It was the least you could do.

“Do you want to take a shower? Relax a bit?” You offered, squeezing her hand that was still in yours.

“Yes, I’d like that.” She replied.

“Great.”

While Cassie took a well deserved shower, you decided to find Bucky - wherever he had gone off to. Once the girl locked the bathroom door, you made your way downstairs finally having a moment to think properly. And, truth be said, your thoughts were anything but kind; Dean and Sam Winchester would be begging for their lives in the next couple of minutes.

Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but they had managed to rub you the wrong way. How could anyone be so inconsiderate as to leave a girl who had been kidnapped alone?

As you opened the front door, your face almost collided with someone’s chest. You looked up slightly and saw Dean standing there, his hand raised as if about to knock, nervously smiling at you. Sam stood a few feet behind him, and while he clearly looked pissed, his expression was more like that of a kicked puppy.

“Sweetheart.” Dean began lightly, spreading his arms as if to greet you. “You look good, did you do something to your hair?”

You would have stabbed him if you had a knife in your hands, but it wasn’t your lucky day. “Cut the bullshit.” You snapped.

Dean’s smile faltered, and he glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who made a face that clearly said ‘deal with it’. Dean turned back to you, attempting to regain his composure.

“Can I come in, maybe?” He asked, gesturing inside.

In response, you leaned against the doorframe as to block his way, tilting your head to the side. You weren’t going to entertain his nonsense, he needed to give you an explanation and you weren’t in the mood to play along.

“You better start talking now, Dean, because this isn’t something to joke about.” You warned him.

His shoulders slumped, knowing his intentions of keeping Cassandra’s escape a secret were now in the toilet. His smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression; he looked down at his feet for a moment, before his green eyes found yours again.

“Is she okay?” He asked, assuming that Cassandra must have been found by you given how angry you were. And he didn’t think you were overreacting, it was only fair.

You scoffed. “Now you care? She came in here sobbing, Dean, and thanks to whoever the fuck is up there that she came here and didn’t go around alarming the whole neighborhood! What did you have in mind?! Play Malcom two point zero?!” Your tone was sharp, even if you weren’t outright yelling.

“Of course not!” He denied, clearly and truly offended by your insinuation. “I should have handled it better, alright? I know that. But I was busy trying to to find out more about the patient Cassandra was treating, and I found something interesting.”

“I don’t give a shit about what you found; she was your priority!” You shot back. Although you knew that whatever he found was probably important, but you could bring yourself to care. “And who were you with? You’re not supposed to involve anyone else, did you forget that?”

For a moment, you saw surprise flicker across his face, like a deer caught in headlights. Maybe you weren’t supposed to know that given the look he gave you, but he quickly composed himself. “That’s my business.” He said a little too defensively. “And I have everything under control.”

“Where are you going? I’m not done.” You said the moment he turned around and grabbed his brother by the forearm just to stark walking back to his damn car. “Dean?!”

You stood there, dumbfounded by what had just happened. In the short time you’d known him, you’d never seen Dean this dismissive and it made you question whether Fury had made a mistake by choosing them for this mission. It was clear the Winchester brothers preferred to work alone together and weren’t used to be a part of a team.

And if you weren’t so blinded by anger, you might have noticed a third, unknown man wearing a beige trench coat in the backseat of their car as they drove away.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hey :) I really like your work and was wondering if it's possible for you to write a fic with Lady Lesso and an adult female reader like the reader would be more than 25... They would be a couple or even married and there is a party and the reader gets drunk and Lesso wants to take care of her and take her home but reader says that she is taken and cannot go with her cause her partner is the love of her life and she would kill both of them. And the next day Lesso says to the reader that she's proud of her for being faithful even if under alcohol and she has an award for the reader for that 😏 thank you 💋

Faithful18+

*Authors note~ I love this idea and it shows a clear message. Alcohol isn't a reason for cheating*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink mentions of cheating drunk r oral magical strap

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

Since the merger of the schools professor nights were a monthly thing. And being the wife of the Dean for Evil meant the word "no" wasn't something anyone was brave enough to tell you. So it wasn't surprising when you were two sheets to the wind tonight. Really, you had the toughest week and wanted to let lose, Leonora kept an eye on you from the sidelines. People were still something she tried to avoid but watching you have fun was worth it.

You were swaying drunkenly to the song "Heaven and back" by Chase Atlantic which just so happened to be one of your favourites. The alcohol clearly affecting you but the way you were dancing and stumbling about. Soon as the song ended Leonora was up and behind you, hands on your hips as your back hit her front, "leeriooooo" you slurred happily. "Hi sweetheart, shall we go now?" She murmured to you kissing your neck slightly before you nodded and stumbled to the door with Leonora hot on your heals.

You somehow managed to stumble your way back to the shared chambers of you and your wife. Just as you got through the door way your heal snapped causing you to collapse on the floor giggling at yourself for falling. Leonora came to help you up and undress only for you to slap her hands and get all teary, "no no no don't touch not yours. Wife kick ya ass" you slurred trying to get away from her. "Shh shhh sweetheart it's me it's Leo it's okay. I'm just gonna take your dress off and your make up and get you to bed okay?" She murmured as your hands came to feel around her face. Clearly that was enough to satisfy your need to know it was truly her as you allowed her to help you into bed. Where you both fell asleep.

The sun peaked through the curtains which stirred your wife. You'd be sober now, she knew that and the memories of how you pushed her away last night in order to stay faithful so of course you deserved a special treat. Slipping between the sheets Leonora settled between your thighs. Kisses placed all over the pale inners of your thigh before her kisses moved up to your clothed core. A sweet kiss placed to your bundle of nerves before she removed your underwear with ease. All you did was murmur sleepily so Leonora knew she was safe to continue as she slowly began to lap at your folds.

You were mumbling and moaning in your sleep as you slowly came back round from sleep. "Leo?" You sleepily hummed before a moan tumbled from your lips at the feeling of her sucking on your clit. "Mommy oh god!" You mewled before she pulled away from your core.

"Good morning my love" she murmured as your slick glistened on her chin thanks to the sunlight peaking into the room. "Mmm mommy what?" You mumbled before pulling her down to kiss you. Only when air became a necessary thing did you both pull away, "thought my faithful girl deserved a reward." She murmured before using her magic to create a magical strap that now stood to attention."oh mommy fuck me" you whimpered watching as she stroked herself while moaning at the feel. "Magical strap so mommy can feel how your pretty pussy will squeeze mommy big cock."

"Mommy, can I" you mewled eyeing up the strap, "go ahead love"she murmured shifting so you could get on your knees to wrap your lips around her cock. "Oh fuck my sweetheart, so good, so good for mommy" she whimpered as you began to suck her off, swirling your tongue around the tip. "Mommys gonna cum sweet girl, swallow it all darling" she demanded as you gagged around her pulsating shaft. Her white hot cum shooting down your throat. And like the good girl you were for your mommy you didn't waste a drop.

You released her with a leeward plop sound, pupils blown wide with desire. "Mommy?" You whimpered hoping she'd take pity on you. After all this was supposed to be a reward for being such a faithful girl. "Want mommy to slip inside you?" She teased as she pushed you to lay flat on your back teasing the tip of her dick against your drenched cunt.

A strangled whine of pleasure left your throat as she pushed into your tight hole, "mommy fuck big too bigs" you whimpered feeling the sting of pain. "Good girl, you're so good for mommy, such a pretty faithful princess for your mommy" she praised you, "taking me so well love." Only when you were bucking your hips to hers so you could get more did she pull out to bottom you out effortlessly, the slick making it easy for her to slip in and out.

"Oh fuck please please please" you whined as you climbed your way to pleasure. "You feel so good princess, squeezing me so well" she murmured as her thrusts began to speed up. "Fuck fuck so big mommy can feel it in my cervix fuck can feel you throbbing" you mewled happily, " gonna cum mommy can " you whimpered as she gave you the permission to cum on her cock. Leonora following suit as she came inside of you. "That's my present for my faithful girl, I love you sweetheart so so much" she panted as she slowed her thrusts helping you feel every little aftershock of your release. "What do we say princess?"

You managed to gasp, "thank you mommy" before she slipped from your core watching her cum mixed with yours as it spilled out of your twitching hole. With her magic she cleaned you up before coming to hold you to her chest, "rest" was all she offered as her hands threaded through your hair.

Word count~ 1141

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lesso smutt #lesso x reader smut #dean of evil #anon requested

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quickreaver · 1 year

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Emptying my brain...

Recently, there was quite a kerfuffle in the SPN fandom, over the realization that several self-proclaimed “BNFs” had been Mean Girling fellow fans into hating on certain other fans and certain other members of the cast of SPN. Thoughts have been percolating around in my head about this for a bit. Here goes... There has already been some discussions of warning about how cult-like these tactics seem: the initial lovebombing, indoctrination, evolving into intimidation and threats if people don't fall in line. The hunger to belong and smug feeling of group-think is a helluva drug. The fear of losing favor and being ousted from the silo is also a helluva withdrawal. I wonder if there's a reason all these manipulative personalities, every one of them, have been from the Destiel quarter of the SPN family. Is it sheer numbers? Or does it begin with the selling of the ship as this monumental slow-burn greatest love story ever told (even though the show's actual canon does very little to support this fable)? The relationship between Dean and Cas has been romanticized to a legendary degree, and the fanon has become the preferred telling of the tale, replete with lengthy subtextual navel-gazing over lamps and fictional beer brands and artfully staged gif sets on tumblr. Every whiff of the show has been recontextualized to point to Destiel. A stroll through any given list of Destiel All-Time Fave Fics is chock full of AUs and characters that feel more like Any Two White Guys than the actual characters from SPN.

Maybe this primes D/C shippers to be more susceptible to grift, to believe anyone with charisma and confidence and leadership aspirations, who promises the fruition of some manner of Destiel endgame. Which, okay. I totally get how deeply we often feel about our fandoms and the dynamics, how we project onto the characters and idealize the ships as more than the show intended.

It'd be fine... if fans then didn't feel the need to evangelize for the ship and punish those who got in the way. Some groups have been actively attacking the cast and parts of our fandom for years, as well as making actual bank off it all. Under the guise of inclusion and camaraderie, they dangle paying admission into their sacred inner circles like worms on hooks. They took, and are continuing to take, money to offer glimpses behind the doors of their Patreons or special levels of their Discords, where those lucky customers would theoretically be honored with friendship (parasocial, much?), and gifted with the potential of supposed insider info, and/or proximity to the cast and crew at conventions. In return, that same congregation would be used as a tool to attack and discredit the parts of the SPN milieu that the grand poobahs dislike. They would be asked to buy their merch, to keep their secrets, to send hate mail to each other in order to place the blame on “the other side”, try to get competing fans (or even TV shows) canceled, carry the torches of hate, and the list goes on. I don't know where this is going exactly, but there's a difference between bickering over which ship has the best blorbos or whose fave is the most girlboss, and actively trying to generate a lemming-like mass of obedience, enough to impact the IRL health and well-being of other people. Fandom can rally to accomplish such good feats (and lord knows the companies and studios that own our favorite franchises have figured this out), but every coin has two sides. Just, be aware of which one you're on, I guess.

#thoughts on fandom cults #the whys and wherefores #spn fandom meta #quickreaverspeaks #and it's probably a bad idea #not exactly Destiel positive?#thoughtful wank

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x8, Let The Games Begin. Part 5 (Richard Gilmore Has A Slutty Past)

Heh, they did the thing where they say the title of the episode inside the episode again.

Goody. Our fearsome foursome is off to Yale. *drinks heavily* Emily won't allow Lorelai to bring a sealed thermos of coffee into the car. Frankly I hope Lorelai spills it on her lap and gets a mild scald. It would humble her. Ya know, It's never stated whether Lorelai has alcohol or coffee in the mug, just that Emily is adamant she can't drink liquids in a vehicle. Frankly, I would understand Lorelai's need to self medicate with booze at 9am before a road trip with her parents, but on the other hand, as I stated earlier. She also didn't have to come. She could be home playing Hide the Cocktail Sausage with Dean. We could skip to the part where Rory and Jess smooch at the gas station. Never fear. The next scene that follows, the calm before yet another storm, if you will, turned out to be a highly entertaining and enjoyable romp for me. Enter: Richard Gilmore The Man Whore.

After having already toured Harvard a year ago, Lorelai is still in awe over how many freaking geeks attend large universities. Richard: I spent a lot of time in the Yale art gallery. Emily: I'll say you did. Richard: What is that supposed to mean? Uh oh. Huh. Was this art gallery some kind of idk, hub of intellectual and artistic curiosity slash whorehouse where a young man could go to find sexually liberated artistic chicks for easy pickings? But like, in the 50's? What a concept.

Jess would kick his own ass if they called it that.

Richard GIlmore, you dog.

(you have to imagine Jess is feigning interest/ knowledge in the penis octopus portrait to a young lady or perhaps another bicurious young man and not his uncle) Emily: He was the master of the "Frown, step back, wrinkle, and sigh" Okay, my curiosity is piqued. You got me. Please explain?

Knowing Richard Gilmore was such a skankbag in college just like Jess is the gift I didn't know I needed today. Jess can do the frown, wrinkle and sigh during a poetry open mic night at the Truncheon, where he takes his latest conquest. Tuesday nights at 8pm. Light refreshments of coffee, potato chips, and chocolate chip cookies will be served.

Be proud of your skanky past, Richard. Your grandaughter's stepcousin sure was of his. RIchard: I'll have you know was happily involved in a very serious relationship when your mother decided she simply had to have me. We were engaged. She had met my parents, invitations were mailed out. Emily: You'll give these girls the wrong impression. Lorelai: That you were the Helena Bonham Carter of the society set? Emily: I did not steal your father, I simply gave him a choice. Richard: When you showed up at my frat party in that blue dress, I had no choice. I know who HBC is but that's another topical early 2000's reference that has escaped me. I guess she was a man stealer of some sort. I"m thinking it must have something to do with Jonny Depp. Anyway, I don't think you have to worry about modeling healthy relationships for Rory or Lorelai. Its too late, the horse has already escaped the barn there. Lorelai: I can't believe you were The Other Woman Emily:This is ridiculous. Lorelai: The other woman should be saying "this is ridiculous" Rory's inner monologue: I want to be just like Grandma when I grow up.

We learn Richard proposed to Emily at Yale next to a trash can, and it seems to be a tradition in the Gilmore family to get proposed to next to a trash can. And in Lorelai's case to reproduce with the trash can, continue to have sex with the trash can over the next two decades and eventually, to marry the trash can.

#gilmore girls #richard gilmore #emily gilmore #let the games begin #this was highly enjoyable #jess mariano #slutty jess #truncheon #open mic night #chips and cookies #trash can #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #ltgb #crusty business #Rory Gilmore #cedar bar redux #light refreshments

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imagines-ahs · 2 months

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Chapter Fifty-Two: Amber.

Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.

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Being taken away from her thoughts, Billie Dean looked at Wilhemina. Now that their emotions had calmed down from everything that had happened, Billie found herself… scared. What if she does think I’m a whore? It was stupid to consider that… and yet, she did. We just had a special moment, why am I even thinking about it? Billie Dean was not one to get scared, but after the rush of emotions she had her mind only now seemed to be assimilating everything. “I’m okay. It’s just work.”

Venable wasn’t sure she believed Billie’s words. Did I do something wrong? The question popped in her mind and she nearly bit her lip to stop it from slipping out. Did she find my breasts unattractive? The possibility hadn’t crossed her mind… until now. She did call me a Goddess… The elevator was starting to lose its speed as it approached the seventh floor. Hesitantly, Wilhemina nodded. Before the door could open, she leaned to place a kiss on Billie Dean’s cheek. “Text me when you’re ready for lunch?”

With a nod and a smile, Billie turned to peck Venable on the lips. They let each other go before following inside. At the main office, people still worked quietly. As Wilhemina got settled back into her table, her eyes discreetly tracked Billie Dean until she was out of sight into the hallway. With a sigh, she leaned back on her chair. Certain green eyes watched her, but Venable ignored it.

Entering her office, Billie was met with Jenny quietly typing something on her phone as she sat around the huge table there. “Hi,” she said softly, closing her door as she got inside.

“Hey.” Letting her phone aside, Jenny smiled up at Billie Dean. “Where were you? I couldn’t find you anywhere. I texted and called, but you didn’t answer.”

“I had to go home, I’m sorry.” Billie sat down on her chair and set her purse aside, reaching for her phone inside it. Indeed, there were two missed calls and a few texts from Jenny.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“I’m fine.” Honey eyes moved back to Jenny. The girl frowned playfully.

“Billie Dean… you had to go home just when Ms. Venable came to see you? And she was not on her desk, either…” Jenny opened a smirk.

Billie felt her cheeks tinting as she realized what was implied there. She chuckled and shook her head. “It was not that.”

“Mhm.”

“Truly. We just—we had to have a talk.” Billie Dean looked away. Jenny kept on staring at her with a puzzled look. She sighed. “About Terry…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Billie bit her lip. “I told her everything… after you left, she was really weird and I ended up finding out Emma had said a few things to her…”

“About you and Terry?”

Billie Dean nodded. “She was… she was scared, and there was no postponing that talk anymore.”

“Did you tell her the whole thing?”

“Yes. Everything. I showed her all the documents and pictures.”

Jenny’s eyes grew in size. “The pictures too?”

“I wanted to be completely clear with her. She deserves it.”

“Are you—are you two okay?”

With her lips tugging up, Billie nodded. “We are. I’m just having a few bad thoughts but they’ll go away soon.”

“What thoughts?”

Nibbling on her inner cheek, Billie Dean looked away. She took a deep breath as she pondered her answer. What thoughts? Too many. And they didn’t even make sense. “Insecurities, I suppose.”

“About what?” Jenny set her phone down.

Shifting on the chair, Billie sighed. “I’ve told her I was scared she’d think I’m a whore…”

“That again, Billie?”

“Yeah… but it’s not just that.” Billie Dean shook her head. “It’s stupid, it’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” Jenny raised her eyebrows. Billie nodded. “Alright… if you ever want to talk, you know I’m here for you.”

“I know. Thank you.” Billie Dean reached to squeeze her hand softly. Jenny offered her a smile and squeezed it back.

Behind her glasses, Wilhemina’s eyes were heavy. I’m tired. Venable had to admit last night hadn’t been the best sleep she had ever had, given she was a little nervous for what the week had in store. She took a deep breath and looked down to the clock on the monitor. 11:30 A.M. Still half an hour to go. Wilhemina decided she’d have to drink some coffee. Floratta Blue was still vivid in her nostrils, clouding her clothes and skin. She bit her lower lip as she walked to the kitchen, phone in hand just in case Billie decided she wanted to have lunch a little earlier. Her mind kept on sending her little reminders from all the places Billie Dean’s lips had been over, causing her cheeks to tingle and her chest to grow warm. Once she had poured herself some coffee, Venable walked to the secluded balcony there, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. The cold breeze hit her skin in the most pleasant of ways, contrasting with the warmth there. She closed her eyes, mug on both hands as her cane rested beside her on the wall. Birds sang outside, adding a touch of organicity to the city noises. I wish I had kissed her more. Wilhemina licked her lips, mind entering the thoughts. Her lips might be the best thing I’ve ever felt… Without opening her eyes, Venable brought the mug of coffee up to her lips and took a sip. Billie Dean had grown seemingly nervous at the elevator, and something about it still didn’t sit right with Wilhemina. She nibbled on her inner cheek. Maybe it’s just my head… No, she knew a bit about Billie and it was definitely not something from her head. She frowned, eyes opening as she took another sip of coffee. Setting the mug on the rail, Venable reached for her phone. Biting her lower lip, she clicked on Billie Dean’s contact and stared at it. What even should I send her? It felt so damn stupid to send a text like that. Don’t be scared of showing affection. Billie had said she’d never judge her on that. With another deep breath, Wilhemina finally began to type. ’Hi, just checking if you’re alright. If you need anything, let me know.’ That was the best Venable would manage. It sounds so… cold. Wilhemina didn’t mind sounding cold, but with Billie Dean… She typed again. ’Hi angel, just checking if you’re alright. If you need anything, let me know.’ Without thinking twice, she hit send. “Ugh,” Venable groaned out loud. Shoving her phone back into the pocket of her skirt, she reached for her mug and took another sip. The sky was cloudy today, which meant it would probably rain soon. I love how it smells when it’s rainy. A rainy day never failed to bring peace into Wilhemina’s mind. Taking another sip, Wilhemina hummed at the rich flavor. That coffee was simply the best thing she had ever had in the office. That’s Billie Dean’s lips. Letting out a chuckle, Venable shook her head at herself. Jesus, I’m back at being what? Sixteen? Wilhemina could only assume that’s what being a normal sixteen year-old was like. Leaning her head back against the wall, Venable could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket. Her stomach took a turn. She set the mug back onto the rail and reached for it; Billie Dean’s name lit up on the screen. ’Thank you, darling. I actually do need something, can you come to my office?’ Instantly, Venable reached for her mug and cane and made her way back inside. She quickly washed the mug and left it out to dry before making her way down the hall. Softly, she knocked three times on the door and waited. It didn’t take much for Billie Dean to open it with a smile. Thank Goodness she’s not crying. “Hi, did something happen?”

At the worried look on Wilhemina’s eyes, Billie felt herself melting even more than she already had with the word ‘angel’ on the text. She shook her head and reached for Venable’s free hand, pulling her inside. “Nothing happened, I just wanted to see you.” She closed and locked the door.

Wilhemina gulped. Her ears buzzed lovingly as the corners of her lips inevitably pulled themselves up. “Oh.” Warmth grew inside her chest and cheeks. Honey eyes watched her so sweetly, moving closer and closer. Venable let her cane go, because fuck the cane right now, and her hand reached for Billie Dean’s waist, pulling her closer as her back hit the wall. The sound of the cane falling on the floor was barely heard as their lips met, moving gently and passionately against one another. Their fingers tangled, and Billie made sure to hold Wilhemina tightly on the waist, supporting her up.

Fuck, I love her. Billie Dean gently pulled away, eyes on brown ones. She’s blushing. She bit her lower lip with a smile. “I know you take your work very seriously, I don’t mean to bother you.”

Venable shook her head and leaned to kiss her again. “I take you more seriously,” she whispered.

Billie chuckled and pecked her once more before pulling away to look at brown eyes again. She caressed the fingers against her own. “I thought we could have lunch now?”

Wilhemina nodded. “Sure.” Her ears were still buzzing pleasantly. Definitely the best thing I’ve ever had in the office. She cleared her throat. “Did you—did you actually need something or…?”

“I needed you.”

Venable was sure her legs would give up at any given moment. Taking a shaky breath, she tried holding back the enormous smile that fought to grace her features; it was no use, it appeared anyways. “Silly…” Wilhemina murmured shyly. With a tiny giggle, Billie Dean pecked Venable before pulling away. She reached for her cane down on the floor and handed it to Wilhemina, completely letting her go once she made sure Venable wouldn’t fall. How come Billie never once hesitated when it came to her cane? How come it was so natural to her? So mundane? So normal? I am normal to her. Wilhemina’s chest kept on getting warmer and warmer. “I lo—“ She bit her lip to stop herself. Billie Dean turned back as she grabbed her purse on the chair.

“Huh?”

I love you. Venable shook her head. “I—I love the food you always choose to the office. Maybe we could—maybe we could have lunch here?”

“I was thinking the same.” What was it she was going to say? Billie wouldn’t pry, for if she wanted to say it, she would eventually. “Today is spaghetti, and I’m a sucker for pasta.”

Thank God she didn’t notice it. Wilhemina nodded. The rush of adrenaline that had passed through her body caused her heart to speed up, so she focused on discreetly taking deep breaths. “Perfect. I’ll go turn the computer off.”

“Okay.” Billie walked to Venable and kissed her cheek before reaching to unlock the door. She opened it and stepped aside. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” With a smile, Wilhemina followed to the main office. People were already getting ready to leave for lunch, which meant they’d probably have the whole floor to themselves. As she sat down to turn the computer off, Emma walked to her table. Venable frowned and looked up at her. “Can I help you?”

“Are you really not giving me a chance to talk to you?” Emma’s words were quiet. Wilhemina kept on staring at her, eyebrows drawing closer together. “Let me take you for lunch… just once. We can talk it all out.” Her hand slowly moved closer to Venable’s, which rested on the mouse.

“Leave me alone.” Instantly, Wilhemina pulled away. Emma sighed.

“It’s not fucking fair you won’t even listen to me.”

Venable was at her limit. “It’s not fucking fair you won’t leave me alone when I ask you to. Can’t you understand I was already settled on ending things with you before anything with Billie even happened?” Brown eyes stared furiously at emerald ones, piercing through them. Emma took a deep breath, teeth grinding in anger. “I know you’ve been threatening her, how do you think that makes me feel?”

“She’s lying,” Emma quickly said. The office was now empty, saving from the both of them.

“Don’t you dare,” Wilhemina hissed through her teeth. “Don’t you dare accuse her like that. I’ve seen the texts you’ve sent her. And even if nothing had happened with her, do you think I’d want to have something with someone so fucking low? Someone who says she’s no child when I ask for consent?”

Emma’s eyes opened to the size of the moon. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“All I know is that you came to my house a week ago and buried your fingers deep inside me!”

Wilhemina held back a hiss. “Keep your tone down while you speak to me.”

“Oh please,” Emma rolled her eyes.

“It was a mistake. Can’t you see that?”

“How was it a mistake?! Everything was alright until she decided she wanted you to herself! You’re just being a puppet in her game!”

“Keep. Your. Tone. Down.” Reaching for her cane, Venable got up. “Stop talking about her like that,” her voice was back at slipping through her grinding teeth. “Stop it. You have no idea who Billie Dean is. You have no idea what she’s like.”

At the hallway, Billie Dean frowned as she approached the doorframe. She had decided to go check on Wilhemina once the office got quiet, only to hear the faint hostile tone. When honey eyes saw Emma, her insides twisted. She froze in place.

“Oh, I know what she’s like, I’ve known her way longer than you have. I’ve seen her playing that same game on Terry. She t—“

“You don’t know shit!” This time, Venable’s voice increased in volume. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the cane. Emma took a step back. “You don’t know fucking shit and I won’t allow you to talk about my—Billie Dean like that.”

Crossing her arms, Emma scoffed. “Are you two already labeling things?”

“It’s none of your business.” Shit.

“You’ve been seeing her for what? Three days?” Emma shook her head. “What a joke. She must have some really magic fingers to manipulate you like that.”

“You’re disgusting.” Wilhemina’s heart was beating so fast she could hear it inside her head. “Just leave me and Billie Dean alone.” Venable moved to walk to the hallway, only then realizing Billie had been standing there. Oh no.

“You’re the disgusting one! You cheated on me,” Emma continued, walking to block Wilhemina’s path. She frowned as she realized where brown eyes were at, and so she moved to look back. A cynical chuckle left her lips. “Great, just who I wanted to see.” At the doorframe, Billie Dean caught herself not really knowing what to do. She was about to say something when Venable began to speak again.

“How can I cheat on someone I didn’t know I had something with?” Emma turned back to look at her, features so absolutely hurt that Wilhemina almost felt bad. Almost.

“You two really deserve each other,” that was the last thing Emma murmured before storming out of the office.

Taking a slow, deep breath to calm her nerves down, Venable closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked down to the floor and gripped the cane harsher and harsher. As Floratta Blue began to invade her nostrils, Wilhemina was brought back to reality. She looked up at Billie. “Angel… are you alright?”

Angel. Billie Dean had decided to give her space, but when Venable looked back at her with nothing but concern and worry—for the second time that day—she opened a small smile and nodded. “Thank you for standing up for me.” She walked to Wilhemina and hugged her tightly, arms on her waist and far from her back. She’s shaking like a leaf.

Taken slightly by surprise, Venable blinked twice as she hugged Billie back, cane resting on her hip and secured on the skirt. She caressed her spine where her own would be curved, nose burying into blonde hair. All her anger slowly began to disappear. “I’ll always stand up for you,” she murmured softly.

Billie Dean nodded. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax against Wilhemina’s, trying to cope with all the adrenaline. After a minute, she turned her head and placed a tiny kiss on Venable’s neck. “Thank you,” she said once again and pulled away. “Are you okay?”

Wilhemina nodded. She reached for her cane. “Just mad… but that’s not new with her.”

“Fair,” Billie chuckled softly. “Me too.”

Venable offered a chuckle back. I wish I had never even exchanged a single word with that bitch. “Lunch?”

“Lunch,” Billie nodded yet again. They walked to the kitchen, and on the table at the center Billie Dean had already grabbed their food. “What do you say we have lunch at my office? I think it’s more secluded.”

Is she trying to hide me? What a stupid thought. Wilhemina held back the urge to laugh at just how absolutely delusional her mind could be at times. But also… it meant she was stressed, and that the conversation with Emma clearly touched something. “I was thinking the same.”

“Yeah? Perfect.” Although Billie’s heart was still somewhat faster than usual, she was trying to get herself together; she had things she wanted to discuss with Venable, after all. Is this even a good time, now? They gathered their food and walked down the hallway and to Billie Dean’s office. Once everything was settled and the door was closed and locked, Billie took a first bite. Her eyes closed as she hummed. “I do love pasta,” she murmured.

Wilhemina motioned her right after. She smiled as she looked at Billie Dean, whom sat at the other side of the wooden surface. “You always enjoy your food… it’s quite lovely.” That made no sense. Venable had already said it out loud, though.

“I really do,” Billie chuckled. She took another bite and reached to pour them both some juice. A smile touched her lips as she filled Wilhemina’s mug. “I love your mug,” she said softly.

Venable smiled back. “Thank you. Me too… even though coral and purple crash horribly,” she laughed.

“Agreed,” Billie laughed back. “But hey… they work together really well.”

With her mind being quick to catch what Billie Dean was implying, Wilhemina smiled. “Very well,” she repeated.

Billie Dean hummed. She took yet another bite, eyes on Venable. She’s so classy… Billie was sure she had never met anyone as such, not even the most famous or the richest of the richest had the class Wilhemina did. After a second of silence, Billie Dean took the courage to start speaking about what she actually wanted to. “I… I actually wanted to talk to you…”

Venable’s stomach dropped. Her appetite momentarily disappeared. She held the fork without really moving it as she stared at honey eyes. “Yes?”

She’s nervous. Billie instantly reached for her free hand. “It’s nothing bad,” she said gently, fingertips caressing the top of Wilhemina’s hand. Venable smiled shyly, but still nervously. “I just… earlier, at my house, did I—did something else happen? Or—or have I said something or is everything alright and I’m just overthinking?”

How can she express herself so clearly? It would always be a mystery to Wilhemina. Her nerves calmed down a bit, but not completely. “You’re just overthinking,” her tone was soft, gentle. The corners of her lips raised up a bit, and her hand turned to tangle her fingers with Billie Dean’s. “But I want to talk to you, too… about earlier as well.”

Laughing a little, Billie nodded. “Go on.”

Venable licked her lips as she searched for the best words she could find. Talking was hard for her most of the time. “Earlier… when we—when we got to the company. You grew quiet and I—I might be wrong, but I felt like you were… perhaps, overthinking something? And I just want to know if everything is alright, or if something happened, or if I… maybe I did something wrong? I figured I’d check on you.”

Two peas in a pod. Billie Dean felt the corners of her lips lifting up, even though she was taken by surprise in a way—which was, safe to say, kind of naive of her, given just how sensible Wilhemina always proved herself to be. Caressing the fingers tangled between her own, Billie nervously licked her lips. She does her best to be honest with me. I should be honest with her, too. “You did nothing wrong, darling. But I… I was in fact overthinking.” Subtly, Venable shifted on the chair. Billie Dean bit her inner cheek and forced herself to keep her eyes on Wilhemina’s. “I guess I have some insecurities when it comes to a few things—we all do, I know—but I… well, I suppose it’s what we talked about earlier, about me… me, um, being a whore.”

“Billie…” Venable frowned. She squeezed the hand on hers. She’s perfect. How can she have any insecurities? Who was Wilhemina to judge? She embraced them and she would do so with anything Billie Dean brought to the table. “I don’t think that.”

“I know, I just—I’m scared of screwing things up,” Billie blurted out before she could stop herself, eyes falling to the food.

Sucking on her lower lip, Venable’s eyebrows drew closer together a bit more. “So am I… I mean, you…” She took a deep breath. My stomach hurts. Her heart sped up. “You have m-more experience with p-people when it comes to n-nearly everything and I—I’m scared I w-won’t be enough for you in m-many ways…”

Many ways. It was Billie Dean’s turn to frown. She shook her head. “Does that have anything to do with the thoughts you had earlier? At my house?” Her tone was sweet, comforting; Billie wanted nothing more than to understand her.

Hesitantly, Wilhemina nodded. Billie gave her time, for she seemed to be pondering things, fingers caressing hers and eyes far away. After a minute, Venable gulped and blinked once. “M-my body is far from being n-normal,” she nearly whispered, eyes glossy. Billie Dean kept on looking at her with those pools of honey kindness, hand never leaving her own. Wilhemina took a deep, shaky breath. “Y-you… I assume y-you’ve slept with b-beautiful women who h-had no issues, and I—I’m n-not like them. I c-can’t move properly, my back is…” A tear slid down. Venable gulped and tightened her jaw, ignoring it. “My b-back is hideous. And I have s-so much in my mind all the time that I c-can’t help but think y-you’d be better off with any other w-woman.”

“Wilhie…” The tear scared Billie. When did Wilhemina cry? Today had been the first time she had ever seen her doing so. And it was because of the pain I was feeling. How much pain was Venable feeling right now? How much pain did that subject bring her? “So it does have to do with the women I’ve slept with…” I’m a whore.

At the words, Wilhemina instantly shook her head. “Angel, no.” She sniffled quickly, free hand reaching to wipe her cheek dry. No. No no no. “I m-mean—yes, but not in the way you’re implying.”

Billie Dean took a deep breath, eyes growing teary as well as she was back at looking down to the plate of food on the table. It was now simply something organic with no meaning behind it. “I k-know,” she croaked out. “But I s-still feel like shit.” Venable bit her inner cheek, heart aching as she watched her. Billie took yet another deep breath, trying to regulate her emotions. She just opened up to me about something serious. Now is not the time to have pity for myself. Honey eyes looked up to Wilhemina again. What even could she say to her? What even could begin to translate the emotions and feelings she had for that woman? “Darling… you are perfect to me,” Billie Dean’s tone was so damn gentle it resembled a whisper more than anything else. It was visible how Wilhemina tensed up on her chair again. “I don’t talk about your body because I know it makes you uncomfortable, but I do notice it, and I love it.” Venable’s cheeks flushed pink, contrasting with her pale skin. Billie smiled a little to herself as she carefully picked and chose her words, for perhaps that was one of the most important conversations they had ever had. “I think you are absolutely gorgeous—face and body. Earlier… earlier I was—I had never felt like that so fast. So easily.” It was Billie Dean’s turn to blush now. She struggled to keep her eyes on deep brown ones. “You barely touch me and I already have a reaction. I think you’re a masterpiece, and nothing can and will change my mind on that. I’ve never given your back thought, at least not in a bad way, and when it comes to your mobility, my love, that’s the smallest of details to me. If I have to switch houses because you don’t feel comfortable going upstairs, I will. If I have to build a whole new company building for us to work at because something is not ideal for you, I will. I’m aware you might have your limitations but who doesn’t? I mean—I talk to fucking ghosts,” Billie chuckled shyly, which got herself a teary smile from Wilhemina. I’m doing something right. It eased her heart a bit. “There are places I can’t stand for too long, or certain situations in which I can’t manage to stay at during much time… I worry that might be a problem to y-you, too. But then I think back to why I fell in love with you… and how you’ve always treated me and eased me… and then I know it’ll be alright. It’ll be no issue, because I was never too much for you. And you’ll never be too much for me—or too little—no matter how you see it.”

Venable’s cheeks had been silently drenched by now. She squeezed the hand on her own, nodding as she sniffled yet again. Her heart was beating fast and her whole body seemed to have gotten anesthetized; what should she be feeling right now? All Wilhemina knew was that she did, in fact, love that woman. “I…” She licked her lips. Billie Dean smiled at her so damn sweetly, so damn lovingly… Venable’s mind struggled to translate her emotions into words. She was overwhelmed with something so good she doubted she had ever felt like that before—or rather, she knew she had never felt like that before. For a brief moment, Wilhemina truly believed and accepted that Billie wouldn’t leave her. “I… I think… I…” I sound like a broken record machine. Venable could feel how incredibly warm her cheeks were, as well as her chest and ears. I probably look like a tomato. Who cared? Who cared about anything that was not Billie Dean right now? “Y-you’ll never be too much f-for me,” that was the best she managed to croak out.

Billie couldn’t help but bite the tip of her tongue as she smiled brightly to herself. Even though Wilhemina couldn’t find the words, Billie Dean was sure she knew exactly what she was feeling; she was speechless in the best way possible. This is precious. Billie took a mental picture of it and tucked it away inside her favorite pocket of her heart. “I know,” she said softly.

Venable bobbed her head, body tingling. She nibbled on her lower lip. “I’m sorry—I… I can’t f-find the words…” With a tiny chuckle, Billie Dean shook her head. Wilhemina offered her a coy smile. “Just… just k-know I feel the same way and I… I feel s-so lucky to have y-you in my life.” I love you.

Billie was more than fine with the words Venable had managed to find. She got up from her chair and walked to Wilhemina, who was already standing up and ready to embrace her in a tight hug. With her eyes closed, Billie Dean took a deep breath against Venable’s neck. “Thank you for being who you are,” she whispered.

Another tear slid down Wilhemina’s cheek. She cradled Billie’s head with one of her hands, fingers caressing blonde hair. “I think that’s the first time in my life that I’m glad for being who I am.”

The words echoed inside Billie Dean’s heart, caressing and stabbing it at the same time. She pulled away just enough to stare at brown eyes, hands cupping Venable’s cheeks and caressing it with her thumbs, wiping the remaining of the tears away. Two arms wrapped around her own waist, pulling her closer. I love you. She couldn’t say that yet—so soon, so fast. So she leaned closer and kissed those wine lips in front of her, pouring the words on them, speaking through caresses. Wilhemina held her even tighter, lips moving slow, gentle… lips pouring I love you’s all over.

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kickingitwithkirk · 8 months

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Snow Globes and Forgiveness

Summary: Even though Chucks no longer creating the narrative, it’s not a Winchester Christmas till something goes wrong.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3194

Warnings: wincest, cursing, m/m kissing, frottage, my attempt at flangst

For: @thepromiscuousduck @spnfanficpond Secret Santa exchange 2023

A/N: set after 15.19 & in this AU 15.20 doesn’t happen

A/N II: Apologies to all other participants for taking so long. Between a last minute switch, couldn’t rewrite until after new year & had a rebound of a bad respiratory virus that’s keep me mostly offline last few weeks.

A/N III: once again, brevity doesn’t exist in my vocabulary

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*gif credit to creator

Sam Winchester has never been big on the holidays.

Let’s start with a specific Halloween party and his disastrous bobbing for apples incident involving a girl he liked. Then there was that one Thanksgiving he’d been invited to by another girl who turned out to have hands like an octopus and spent the whole dinner, as his brother so eloquently put it, playing footsie with brace-face, not three feet from her dad.

Not to mention, others celebrated, or not, Winchester style; his dad either missed it entirely or showed up with a bucket of extra crispy from the colonel and passed out on a couch. The best was that one Christmas before Dean went to hell a few months later.

But this year was going to be different.

They’d been adjusting to normality reasonably well. Okay, so Dean is the one adjusting better in some respects and said since it’s the brothers' first non-Chuck Christmas, they had to make it extra special. Sam knows this was Dean’s way of trying to make up for all the shitty holidays during their childhood. And knowing his brother, he’s envisioning emulating Mrs. Butters, the wood nymph they accidentally released in the bunker, Jam Packed holiday extravaganza she’d done those few weeks before leaving.

While Dean was getting the tree (Sam would’ve bet more likely grabbing the first one he saw before hitting the liquor store), he sent Sam to pick out ornaments. Sam was trying to make an effort and found himself standing in the middle of a smaller retail chain store's Christmas section, overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices and feeling like a freak for not knowing what to get outside lights and colorful balls.

“First Christmas together?”

Sam’s head swiveled around, “Umm, I’m sorry?” The person who spoke said, “You’ve got that whole I’ve got no freaking idea what I’m doing look, so I took a guess it’s your first Christmas with your girlfriend…wife?”

“Uh, no, no girlfriend or wife.”

“Ahh, boyfriend.” Sam was about to correct their assumption when they continued, “That can be trickery,” and gave him the once over. “I’m guessing he’s not into frills and bows. You should head to the Christmas Market two blocks south of here. There are always booths selling unique or vintage items for the Holiday. Probably find something more appealing than this mass-produced crap.”

After one more glance, Sam thanked them and texted Dean where to meet up with him later, then headed out of the storefront and strolled down the street. He soon hears jolly holiday music and smells enticing scents wafting before entering the colorfully illuminated European style Market and is hit with the sense he’d been here before.

Sam shook his head, feeling ridiculous. Of course, he’d never been here before, but something about this place kept nagging at his memories of familiarity when the irresistible scent of hot, minty chocolate beckoned. After indulging in a creamy, decadent drink decorated with a soft peppermint stick, he walked around, taking in the wares for sale.

At one booth, he found strands of original bubble lights and instantly knew they’d appeal to Dean and his oft-denied inner child; another yielded hand-strung garlands and got popcorn and cranberry ones with instructions on storing them for future use. Sometime later, Sam is laden with so many packages and bags that even his long arms are having trouble juggling them when he sees an elderly woman seated by a table with a simple stand of lights.

The hunter in him was always looking for anything unusual which fit the bill. Smiling politely at the woman when approaching, Sam studied the few antique-looking items and decided they seemed innocuous and relaxed. He spotted an old snow globe, picked it up, and sardonically smiled at how it looked diminutive in his large hand and began examining it.

Sam took time to appreciate its craftsmanship. Its base was silver with hand-worked engravings and an inscription in a language he didn’t recognize. Giving it a shake, Sam watched the artificial snow gently drift over a scene of a log cabin snugly ensconced among evergreens and bare-limbed trees. He got that feeling again. Impulsively, he asked how much he was surprised not to have to haggle over the price.

Carefully taking the globe in her gnarled hands, the woman told Sam that it was crafted in the country of her birth but didn’t specify where. She carefully inserted it into an equally old wooden box, telling him it was explicitly constructed to house the globe to keep it safe during its travels. Sam hears rumbling and glances around, spotting an old pickup parking not far off, and turns back to find the woman has disappeared.

Frowning, he placed the box in a bag, gathered up the rest of his purchases, walked to the waiting vehicle, deposited the items in the crowded truck bed, and then climbed in noticed Dean peering through the cab's back window, “Couldn’t find any more stuff, Sam?” “Couldn’t find a bigger tree, Dean?” His brother says nothing while backing the truck up, “Good thing I got all that to decorate it with then.”

Dean grunted as he set his end into the tree stand and, catching his breath, huffed out, “This would’ve been the time to use some of those witchy tricks, Sam.”

“Or maybe a good time to start working out more and cut back on the burgers and pie?” Sam shot back. “Wadda you talking about?” Dean snapped defensively, “I’m in great shape!” Sam gives him bitchface and says, “Keep telling yourself that Dean.“

Squatting down to affix the supports to the tree, Sam continues. ”You got winded just carrying this down the stairs. We have to face it: neither of us is getting any younger. We had this conversation not long after dealing with Chuck. Yes, we’ll enjoy the everyday things we couldn’t before. But if we’re doing something or on a hunt and get seriously injured, Cas isn’t here to help. And you know Jack is hands-off, so we’ve ….”

“Whatever, Sam.” Dean interrupted, unsuccessfully tamping down his that hurt but not gonna acknowledge it look. “I’m going to take my out-of-shape self and get the rest of the stuff from the car. Unless you’re worried I might, I don’t know, fall and break a hip.”

“Dean, that’s not what I,” but his brother just left, and Sam sighed, knowing he’d put his foot in it again, trying not to express his true feelings. Since they got their freedom from the manipulations of heaven, hell, and all the other things that went bump in the night, the feelings he’d buried and thought were over had come back.

Before he said yes to Lucifer, Dean acknowledged Sam was an adult, and he needed to stop being overprotective. But there is a part, deep down, in both Winchesters that is psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent. That part in Sam is one hundred percent positive that if Dean found out, he’d be so disgusted by what a perverted freak he indeed was forcing Dean would cut him out of his life forever.

The bunker's door banged shut, and at the bottom of the stairs, Sam paused on the last tread, watching the scene playing out before him in the war room.

“Oh, come on,” Dean grumbles at an ornament, refusing to stay on a branch of the mostly decorated tree. He lets it go, and it begins coming off again. “That’s it, I’m getting my gun.”

Sam couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. “Maybe I should’ve gotten some floaters and air fresheners instead?” He can see Dean mulling over that memory, “They were great.” Peering over at his brother, he asks, “Where did you disappear to? Thought you were going to help.”

Sam held up a grocery bag, “A peace offering? I know you aren’t going to change your habits, but I'm hoping we can compromise, at least when we’re not hunting. It’s 90% lean beef, and the pie,” Dean's whole face lit up, “Is made with almond flour and natural sourced sugar.”

Trading the wayward ornament for the bag, Dean states, “You deal with this,” Sam shakes his head when he hears, “Meatman coming to town” and sets about finishing the tree.

After cleaning up, the brothers sit in the library, drinking beer and watching an old Christmas movie playing on a laptop, when Dean casually inquires, “So what’s with the box?” Sam frowned before realizing he meant and remembered leaving the item sitting by the displayed swords. “It’s ahh, well,” Sam stammers as he retrieves the box, sets it on the table, and lifts the wooden lid. Dean raised an eyebrow at the contents, “Something you need to tell me, Samantha?” he snarks, removing the snow globe.

“I’m not sure why, but I'm drawn to it.” Dean frowned at his brothers' words and took a closer look. “What’s the saying?” He asked, pointing to an inscription on the base. “Not sure. I think it's a form of an older Germanic dialect. I was going to translate it later.”

Since nothing is screaming cursed object, Dean shakes it, making the snow swirl before setting it on the table, picking up his beer, and resuming watching the movie. He could feel Sam suspiciously eyeballing him asks, “What, Sam?” But Sam simply sighed, knowing his brother wouldn’t let it go. And sure enough…

“Did Santa ask if you were a good boy this year?”

Sam glances around trying to figure out where he’s at since a moment ago he was in the laundry and now starting at his decades younger self reclining against a headboard reading he hears his, their, name and watches himself huff in displeasure and getting up proceeds to trip over his own feet.

Following himself down a wood-paneled hallway, they enter a shabbily furnished living room, and spots his brother watching his younger self standing by a wood-burning kitchen stove. “Dean?” Turning, green eyes boggle, seeing Sam standing next to his own younger visage.

“What the hell you’d do, Sam?” Dean’s gravelly voice snapped and got Sam’s back up. “What makes you think I had anything to do with this?!” Dean looks at their younger doppelgängers arguing about something when young Sam stomps to a rickety kitchen table, plopping down on an equally rickety chair, crossing his arms, and glaring at its sacred top.

“Man, I forgot how bad your emoing could get,” Dean offhandedly commented, returning his attention to his brother, eyes hooded. “You were working in the library, so it's not hard to deduce you deciphered some curse cause now,” chucking his thumb toward the window, “We’re in the damn snow globe!”

Sam shot off bitchface #37, “It’s not a curse! I determined the words are an idiom. Слова не воробьи, как только они улетели, их уже не поймать.”

“Can you put that in English for those who don’t speak geek?”

“Words are not sparrows; once they have flown they cannot be recaptured.”

Dean got his running it over in my brain expression, “Yeah, I got nothing.” Sam concurred, “It didn’t make sense to me at first. But then I found a maker's mark hidden in the engravings. The records said they were a tradesman and spiritual alchemist.”

“What do idiot words have to do with Nicolas Flamel?” Sam's lips pursed, “Idiom Dean. And you know who Nicholas Flamel was?”

“Yeah, college boy, he created the philosopher's stone, turning metal into gold and some immortality elixir.” Sam waited. “He was in that Harry Potter movie, alright? What does that have to do with why we were here?”

“Okay, hear me out. Spiritual alchemy believers follow various paths to achieve the same goal, believing that, like metal, one’s soul can be transformed through stages of purification.” Sam began explaining the stages, and by the third, Dean heard enough.

“You're saying all the crap we’ve dealt with from heaven to hell has done some kinda colonic on our souls.” Sam began to speak, “Shut up, I’m on a role here. And if we take that idiom literally, one or both of us said something wrong and the idiom-alchy-snow globe Ghost of Christmas Past us to complete this whatever stage with an apology?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Great! Let’s figure out where here is, get to apologizing and the hell outta this glass ball.” Spying a discarded newspaper Dean tries picking up found he isn’t corporal. “Seriously?” Tipping his head sideways, he says, “Okay, December 22, 1999. We’re in Michigan..or Wisconsin?”

“Dean, what if it's something so bad there’s no way we can ask for forgiveness?”

That response made Dean's eyes narrow. “Sam, you need to tell me something?” His brother shook his head, but every warning signal in Dean was blaring like the bunker klaxon. He’d bet his entire collection of Busty Asian Beauties that Sam knew why that damn snow globe sent them here, but he was keeping it to himself for reasons.

Dean decided to hold his cards and play ignorant for a while longer. “Dude, what haven’t we done and forgiven each other for?”

Turning his attention to their younger selves made Dean feel a sense of nostalgia, missing how less complicated their lives seemed, even with the daily dose of Sam Winchester teen angst, which he always made up for.

Like now, offering to buy hot chocolate and giant pretzels triggered a memory, and the next moment, Dean was among a crowd wandering through the lighted tunnel entrance, following the loop by the salute to the armed forces towards the live reindeer exhibit.

“I remember this!” Dean exclaimed, “Dad left us in Somerset, Wisconsin, and were you all pissy ‘cause I kept giving you crap about this place’s name- Sam’s Christmas Village.”

“What else do you remember, Dean?”

They make a pit stop at the concessions, and while Sam is paying, Dean pulls out his flask, adding a double dollop to Sam’s. The kid needed to loosen up, then exchanged the cup for a pretzel with a smirk.

“This was the first time we got drunk together. Man, you were hilarious! Kept bugging me to go sledding,” Deans said, “And you fell off halfway down and laid there trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue.” Surrounded by softly falling snow tinted in hues of blues, greens, and reds, the brothers experience a memory trace of what happened that night.

Laughter fills the air as Dean staggers over, flopping on his back next to Sam, smiling at him when Sam’s expression changes and Sam leans over, his eyes' kaleidoscope colors disappearing into thin rings around dilated dark pupils as his fingertips caress the smooth, cinnamon-freckled skin and plush lips he was aching for when Dean pulled him tightly against him, noticing an unmistakable hard bulge pressing into his upper thigh as Sam instinctively started rocking his hips, seeking friction for his growing hard-on.

Dean feels his cock straining inside his jeans, slides one arm around Sam’s waist, another reaching behind him to cradle the back of his skull, angles his mouth up so he can drive his tongue into Sam’s mouth, feeling him suck on it with a sharp pull that shoots straight to his cock when wolf whistles from sledders passing by startled them caused Dean to bolt upright and dump Sam onto his butt.

Abruptly getting up, Dean grabbed the ropes of both sleds and dragged them downhill, leaving his brother perplexed. Scrambling to his feet, Sam rushes after, inquiring what happened, but Dean only responds that they need to head out before the roads ice over too much. The silent intensity of the drive back is broken only by music playing through the Impala’s speakers. Sam initially thinks Dean is concentrating on the road due to his intoxication. But Dean’s chewing his bottom lip signals he’s upset, and the knot in Sam’s stomach tells him to stay quiet.

Shutting the cabin door, Sam opens his mouth to speak, but Dean beats him to it, saying he overstepped boundaries that shouldn’t have been and won’t let it happen again. In a panic, Sam blurts out how his strange feelings for years were crystal clear.

“I love you, Dean, and want us to be together…like together together.” Dean shakes his head, “It’s the whiskey making you talk nonsense.” Sam’s stubborn streak surfaces, infuriating Dean, who shoves him back against the door and shouts in his face.

“Stop acting like a freak and go sleep it off!”

Sam feels like an ice pick is entering the base of his skull, and his stomach twists, knowing he’s the reason the person he cares most about in the entire world; he cares about more than himself is reacting like this, watching Dean disappear down the hallway, slamming his bedroom door shut. He fucked up royally, and suddenly his life was a mess when it seemed all was about to align an hour ago, making Sam wants to scream, to throw up.

Moving on autopilot, Sam shuts his room door, grabs his duffel, and haphazardly throws his belongings into it. Then, opening the window, he slips out and trudges back to town, heading for the bus station. By the time he arrives, his feet are so numb he shuffles across the linoleum flooring to the counter, setting most of his hoarded money down asked for the furthest distinction it’ll take him.

A short time later, the bus pulls out onto the main highway heading west as Sam leans against his window, wondering how everything outside seems so normal when his world has imploded. Dean turns his attention from the younger visage before him to the mature man beside him.

“This is why you ran away to Flagstaff.”

“You were right about me being a freak all along.”

Dean shakes his head, “No, Sam, it was my fault. I tried so hard to keep what I felt hidden, but that night..,” Sam's burst of laughter made Dean bark, “You think that’s funny?”

Eyes that never settled their color, hardened by the decades of horrors they’d lived through, were now gazing at him with unworldliness a thirteen-year-old Dean, after confirming everything in their dad’s journal was true, helplessly watched flame out like dying embers.

“No, Dean. The snow globe brought us back for the dissolution stage, dissolving false beliefs. We’ve been at cross purposes all these years for the same reason, each of us thinking we are the problem and the only way out is to no longer deny our feelings.”

Lifting his hand, Sam hesitated to let his fingertips explore the older, but still, so much loved, freckled skin again when Dean shifted, reaching his still-strong hand to cradle the back of his brother’s skull, angling his mouth up and breathed out against his lips.

“Sammy, we’re good.”

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velvethopewrites · 1 year

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The thing is that with Castiel’s introduction, Supernatural really cemented their staying power. Four seasons in and it was getting a bit…tired. Yes, Sam and Dean, on the road, killing things, saving people, the family business, monster of the week, etc etc, but how many more seasons of that could they have done? The introduction of angels and the whole mythology, bringing one into the fold (ie the brothers lives)- pumped the show full of a new energy that is really noticeable. At least, it was to me as I watched it. And okay, maybe it’s my inner Castiel fan-girl talking (ok maybe not so inner, lol, I wear my love for that angel on my sleeve these days) but his character is just so…fascinating. Part of it is the writing, but most of it is Misha’s portrayal. He really latched on to something with his acting choices. So many people could identify with Castiel. More so than they could identify with Sam or Dean (*at that point in time, not later*). Truth is, Castiel changed Dean and he changed Sam (although to a lesser extent) and the dynamic that was born, whether it is character wise or actor wise, is part of the reason Supernatural stayed on the air for 15 insane years. Castiel honestly deserves our respect. So let’s bless that trench-coat wearing, head tilting, blue-eyed gay angel. For real. His existence (and sometimes, his very lack of existence) gave us so many great things and so many great storylines and so many fantastic portrayals that it is honestly hard to imagine the show without him (although a few people tried that and oh, look, it didn’t work, they brought him back!). Happy Cas day, indeed!

*I would argue that Dean became more interesting as the show went on after season 4 b/c of his interactions with Castiel. The writers really opened up his character and it is a nod to Jensen, really, because he acted his butt off and really gave Dean a depth I’m not sure the original show runners ever really thought was there. It is clear the audience was supposed to enjoy Sam and connect with his character, but due to Jensen just knocking it out of the acting park *and* his chemistry later with Misha, the show went places that I don’t think anyone could really have guessed.*

#Castiel #spn #happy cas day #spn meta

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jawritter · 2 years

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My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 5

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt: Snowing On Christmas

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: It’s getting warmer... Inside at least...

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading!

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As much as she'd had to drink the night before, she thought she would have slept better, but nope! Instead, while she slept off the copious amounts of liquor Sam had poured into that horrible eggnog, her dreams were filled with soft, pink lips, and swimming green eyes.

Then, by two in the morning, she was wide awake. Which sucked, not only because of the obvious lack of sleep, but also because laying there in bed, her mind racing, all she had time to do was let her mind wander. That can be dangerous.

When she lets her mind wander, it tends to point things out that are hurtful. Things she already knew about herself but hated. Like the fact that she most likely completely misinterpreted Dean's actions last night. Surely, it was the alcohol they had both drank. There was no way in hell that Dean would be interested in anyone like her. He was a good bit older than her, and so far out of her league.

Men like Dean wanted those beautiful women with hard bodies that looked amazing no matter what they were wearing. Women that had flat stomachs and spotlessly clear skin. Women whose thighs don't always touch together. Women that wore perfect makeup and had soft beautiful hair. She was NOT one of those women, not by a long shot. Men like Dean usually showed up with Victoria Secret models. Not overweight, knocking middle-aged girls that hadn't even slept with a guy, much less been noticed by one in over two years.

God she hated when her inner voice was so brutally honest.

She was just about to force herself out of bed and into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, at least then she'd be doing SOMETHING instead of just laying in bed thinking, when a tentative knock sounded at the door.

Immediately, her heart jumped from her chest to her throat. She knew Sam never knocked. That only left one other person in the house.

Another soft knock sounded, and Y/N knew she needed to say something, so she cleared the knot in her throat, and was able to accomplish a tentative, "come in".

She watched the door, wandering for a moment if she'd imagine the knock, if she'd just finally gone crazy. Then, to her utter, and maybe even ridiculous surprise, it opened ever so slightly, and Dean’s face appeared just shy of the crack he’d made in the door. His hair was a mess, and he was still in his pajamas. It was more adorable than a man that was in his forties should be allowed.

“Morning,” he voiced, holding up a cup of coffee through the door. “I come bearing coffee!”

“How long have you been up?” She questioned, sitting up slightly and fussing to fix her hair that she was sure was sticking up at all angles. “And how did you know how I liked my coffee?”

Tentatively, she reached for the cup he held out to her, taking a sip of the warm, comforting liquid, mostly because her throat still felt tight like it was going to close in on itself.

“Watched you made it yesterday, remember?” He stated, and she blinked at him in surprise, she had no idea he’d been paying that much attention to her. “I’ve been up for a few hours now,” Dean confessed as he settled himself on the foot of her bed, leaving a respectful distance between them. “I don’t sleep much anymore.”

Just then, outside the window in her room, the sound of wind hit hard on the side of the house, and Y/N shivered in spite of herself. She usually didn’t mind the cold, but it had been cold this year, even for Detroit’s standards.

“Is it still snowing outside?” Y/N questioned, and Dean nodded furiously.

“At this rate, I think I might end up having to be here until after New Years,” he admitted, eyes drifting back towards the window. “I mean, I’ve heard of people wanting a white Christmas, but this is a little bit ridiculous.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes for a moment as realization dawned on her that it was indeed Christmas day. She'd been so worked up yesterday that she'd clean forgotten the holidays, she was far too focused on Dean.

"It's Christmas day already," she mused allowed more to herself than Dean. "I hadn't even realized…"

"Neither did I," Dean admitted somewhat sheepishly. "Not until about five minutes before I saw your light turn on in here."

Y/N hummed, taking another swig of coffee from her mug as a suddenly heavy silence fell over the room.

"So, what are you gonna do when you go back home too…?"

"Kansas," Dean answered for her, his thick fingers picking at a loose thread of his pajama pants. "Honestly, and I haven't even told Sammy this, but I'm not sure what I'm gonna do yet."

Y/N sat up a little straighter, sitting her half empty coffee mug on the bedside table next to her.

"What do you mean?" She questioned, and Dean ducked his head in a way that was almost bashful. It made her heart flutter just a little.

"I quit my job three days before I came here," he admitted, and Y/N's eyes damn near popped out of their sockets as she listened.

"I thought… I thought when I was told I'd never be able to do field work in the FBI, that I'd do something like Private Detective work on my own. Ya know, help people that really need it, and not just what the feds say you can do. But now… I don't know. It just doesn't get me up in the morning anymore."

The solemness in his words were almost tangible. She knew that feeling, all too well. She'd found herself there a lot lately, but to hear someone as attractive as Dean say it, it was startling.

"Well, you're not too old Dean, you're still young enough to change things if you're not happy."

Dean chuckled humorlessly to himself. "Baby I'm not exactly 22 anymore, ya can't just start over when you're my age. But what other choice do you have when you've had all you can take in the shit you're in?"

"Oh come on!" She attempted to tease him by nudging him with her covered foot. "It can't be that bad! Look at you! You're attractive—"

"So you think I'm attractive?" Dean immediately teased back, and Y/N blushed so furiously she could feel the heat boiling up from her toes all the way to her face.

"Oh stop it," she insisted as she hid behind her covers a little.

"Don't hide from me, pretty girl," Dean said, and was so stunned that it must have shown on her face, because it made him laugh.

"What? You don't believe me?" He questioned, and she shook her head no furiously as she blushed for what felt like the millionth time.

"Not even a little," she revealed.

"Well, you are," he insisted, as he tentatively made his way up the bed to sit a little closer to her.

"You're too nice to me Dean," she insisted as he settled himself next to her.

"No I'm not, but I got a feeling that not nearly enough people have been as nice to you as you deserve," he voiced.

She looked down at her hands that were folded onto the covers in front of her, refusing to meet his ever pricing gaze. He was right, and the tone of his voice seems to prove that for her. But still, there was no judgment in it.

"Yeah, well, I guess life isn't always fair," she admitted.

"You're not wrong," he said as he reached over and grabbed her hand in his massive one before lacing their hands together. "I can assure you, I've seen just how many monsters are out there, but I've seen some pretty amazing things too, and you're definitely one of the most captivating women I've ever met."

Y/N smiled and blushed as she looked away from him, but she didn't pull her hand away. The weight of it around her own was comforting.

Just as she was about to speak, the door burst open, and Sam came staggering in, half sleep dazed, half annoyed to be awake.

Dean didn't pull away as she'd expected, he merely shot his baby brother an annoyed glare.

"There you two are, I was about to start breakfast," Sam announced, still completely unfazed by the fact that Y/N was sitting on the bed next to his older brother with her hand in his.

"Is that how you enter her room? Ever heard of knocking?" Dean questioned in a mildly annoyed tone.

Sam just snorted as he turned to leave the room. Apparently quite amused at his older brother.

"She knows I love her. Come on you two, it's Christmas morning, it's snowing, it's ass off, and I want to Y/N to see who the real lightweight in this house is, but first food."

Y/N giggled, mostly at the sheer bitchface Dean had made while he watched him leave, and just like that, just at the sound of her laugh, Dean melted from grumpy and annoyed, to a much softer version she'd seen moments before.

Somewhere, way down, she was still questioning herself, but watching him just now, the way he'd been with her this morning when he didn't have to be? It made her think that maybe he really did like her, but it was going to take some convincing herself to believe it, that maybe, just maybe, he felt some of the things she was feeling when she looked at him…

"Come on," Dean said with a huff. "Let's go drink that little bitch under the table, then maybe you and I can spend a little time together later? Just the two of us?"

"I'd like that," she admitted, taking the hand he'd extended to her to help her stand up out of the comfortable confines of her bed. "I'd like that a lot."

Chapter 6 HERE!!!

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