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Just One More Time

This fic is for @iwantthedean‘s SoCo Summer Challenge! I had prompts #5 and #177 which will both be bolded within the fic.

Song Inspiration: Both prompts are lyrics from the songs “Plucked” and “I Won’t Make You” by Something Corporate.

Summary: Sam and Dean receive a phone call.

Word Count: 1,200-ish

Warnings: Angst, torture (literally not graphic at all though, it’s kind of up to your imagination - you’ll see), multiple implied deaths

A/N: Sooo I’m torn on this one. It made so much sense and played out perfectly in my head but putting it down in words proved more difficult... Like, part of me really loves it but part of me is also like mehhh. I keep flip-flopping every time I reread it sooooo let me know what you guys think!

“Is that him again?”

Without looking up from the book in front of him Dean reached over, picking up his phone and flashing the screen at Sam. It was the third time he’d called, and, just like the first two, Dean had no intention of answering. 

“Just answer it already,” Sam groaned, annoyed with the constant ringing over the past fifteen minutes. But much like the phone, Dean ignored him, setting the device back on the table and continuing to read. 

A few more moments passed before Dean noticed a hand dart across the table. He wasn’t quick enough, however, and before he could reach him Sam had the phone on speaker. Holding it out of Dean’s reach where he lay sprawled across the table, glaring up at his younger brother.

“What do you want, Crowley?”

“Ah, Moose. Playing secretary for your brother, are we?”

“Answer the question Crowley or we’re hanging up,” Dean snapped, sliding back to sit in his chair.

“Now, now, don’t get your acorns in a twist. But if you must know, I would like to propose a business deal. A... trade if you would.”

Dean could practically see the smug look on Crowley’s face, but he wasn’t about to play his stupid games. They were busy. They had a case to work, and they had already given Crowley an answer weeks ago.

“Not interested.”

“But you see, I’ve got something you might need.”

“I highly d-”

A blood-curdling scream ripped through the air, effectively cutting Dean off and making his blood run cold. He was out of his chair in an instant, closing the distance between his brother and snatching the phone out of his hand. He stayed close, keeping the phone on speaker but needing to feel it in his hand, needing to feel some sense of control over a situation that was quickly getting away from him. 

Sam was stunned. His face pale as he starred up at his brother. He was trying his best to hide the panic he felt but Dean could see it in his eyes. Hell, he felt it too, but the rage that surged through him the moment her voice burst through the speaker was keeping those feelings at bay. 

They listened in silence as the screams died down, muffled sobs taking their place before Crowley’s voice once again broke through.

“Still not interested?”

Finally, Sam found the strength to stand, stepping to his brother’s side and staring down at the phone. “Why’re you doing this, Crowley? She’s not even a part of this!”

“Believe me, it’s nothing personal, boys.”

“Listen here you son of a b-” Dean cut himself off when he heard your muffled voice coming through the speaker. It sounded hoarse and broken but it was still you. Although, no sooner had you spoken did your voice once again turn into agonized screams. But this time, Dean could also hear you calling out for him. A sound that both broke him yet heightened his rage, and instead of taking it in silence he let his voice be heard. “Enough! Crowley! CROWLEY!”

The screams faded soon after, followed by a sound Dean couldn’t quite make out before Crowley came back on the line.

“Apologies, boys. Nicholas got a bit carried away.”

The brothers shared a look. Were they supposed to know who that was? Maybe Crowley had taken someone else, but the name didn’t sound familiar.

“Nicholas?”

“My intern, or at least... was my intern. Tom will be taking over his duties from now on. Tom!”

Dean didn’t bother to dwell much on the information. Most of Crowley’s antics never made sense to him, and right now Y/N was the only thing he cared about, not whatever sorry demon Crowley was training to be his bitch.

“Just let her go, Crowley,” Dean growled, determined to keep the conversation on track. The sooner he could get her out of there the better.

“Do you think I enjoy this? I like the little wolf, I do, but business is business. You have something I want, and now so do I. But first...”

“Dean?” Your voice was quiet, almost as if you didn't believe it was going to be him on the other end yet clear enough that Dean knew Crowley had given you the phone. 

“We’re going to get you out of there, Y/N/N. I promise.” 

As soon as you heard his voice you broke, and each sob that filled the phone chipped away at his composure.

“Dean, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Dean’s grip on the phone tightened. He wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms and take on everything that was happening to you. If he closed his eyes it almost felt like he could, like you were right in front of him, like he could reach out and hold you. But you were who the hell knows where, and he was at the bunker. The safest place in the world. Where you would have been if he hadn’t made you leave. Where you should have been.

“Hey, hey, what’ve you got to be sorry for? Crowley’s the one being a dick.”

It took you a moment to respond, but when you finally did Dean wished you hadn’t. But yet, it didn't surprise him.

“Don’t give it to him, Dean.”

“Annnd that’s enough of that. Tom.”

Dean frowned as Crowley’s voice once again dominated the phone and your protests grew muffled until they were once again taken over by screams, and just as before you cried out to him. But this time Dean understood what you were begging him to do. You were begging him to let you go.

“Dean! DEAN! DON’T! PLEASE!”

Your voice grew quiet and Dean guessed that Crowley had distanced himself from you, but the brothers could still here the sounds of your torture somewhere in the background. 

“So boys, do we have ourselves a deal?”

They shared a look, and in that moment both of them knew that they couldn't just leave you there. They knew Crowley would never kill you, but he would have no trouble making his demons torture you for the rest of your life if they refused to make the deal. He might have liked you, but he was still the King of Hell. And that was something neither one of them could live with. 

“Name a time and place. We’ll be there”

“Screw that,” Dean growled. “We're doing this tonight, and Crowley? Word of advice. Let someone else be the messenger. Because the next time I see you, I will kill you.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Winchester. Paul’s Diner. One hour. I’ll make su... what in the bloody hell? What have you done?!” 

The sudden change in Crowley’s demeanor set off alarm bells in his head and Dean looked to Sam to see him already sending him a questing gaze. Whatever just happened, he didn't like it.

“Crowley.”

Not surprisingly, he ignored them, and Dean listened intently for some hint of what was going on. But he heard nothing. Only the sounds of the two demons arguing.

“I don’t- She moved and I wasn’t-”

“She moved? That’s your grande excuse?!”

“It was like she wanted it to happen, I couldn’t-”

Tom was cut off as he began choking and soon a low thud echoed through the speaker, replaced by a deafening silence. Dean couldn’t hear anything. No one was moving. No one was speaking. No one was breathing.

He shared a look with Sam and could tell that that exact thought was running through his head as well. 

Dean ran his free hand roughly through his hair, while his grip on the phone grew impossibly tighter. “Y/N/N! Crowley, put her on the phone now. Crowley!”

It took the demon a moment to respond, but when he did, he sounded genuinely pained.

“I’m... I’m sorry, boys. The deal is off.”

They let his words hang in the air before Dean started to really panic.

“What? No. Crowley. Crowley! Damn it, Crowley, let me talk to her! Y/N!”

He just need to hear her. A breath. A groan. A cry. Hell, even though it killed him he would take hearing her scream his name just one more time if it meant knowing whether or not she was okay. He didn’t care how selfish it was. He had to know. But nothing came, and soon enough he heard the call end.

Once Crowley’s name disappeared from his screen he slowly looked up. Panic. Hurt. Confusion. Disbelief. All of it crashing down on him as he tried to make sense of those last few moments. His world was spinning, and as he looked up at Sam, as he saw the tears in his younger brother’s eyes, he knew. 

She was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

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Not The One - Part 1: The Proposition

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, lying, drinking (later on), feeling unloved (that will be more clear later), some angst 

Word count: 1191

A/N: This was written for @iwantthedean ‘s SoCo Summer Writing Challenge. I picked two prompts. The first one that is on this part is “I know I’m not the one.” The second one that will come in a later part is “I went to her house and everyone there was gone.” This will be a few parts long. No beta and feedback please. Sorry so late, love.

Summary: With your family coming to town you need somebody to play your fake boyfriend that you told your family all about, so you ask Jensen. When you start to get deeper and deeper into this lie, what happens when you find some truth within it? What happens when real feelings get in the way and you feel like you aren’t right for him?

You woke up with a smile on your face felling all warm and cuddly. When you opened your eyes, you realized you weren’t at home. You weren’t in your own bed. No, you were in Jensen’s bed and even worse you were wrapped in his arms.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You tried to move but his grip only got tighter. You couldn’t deny the feeling of wanting to stay in his arms, but this was wrong. He didn’t like you in that way. So, you tried to move his arm and wiggle out from under him without waking him up, but you failed. As soon as you could get out of the bed Jensen was awake.

“Y/n, where are you going, it’s still so early,” he said through a yawn.

“This was a mistake Jensen. I’m sorry I should have never come over last night. I should have just gone to a motel like I originally planned. I shouldn’t have let my family talk me into coming here. I’m so sorry Jensen,” you said rambling.

“Woah slow down, y/n. What are you sorry about?” he asked.

“All of this. Asking you to be my fake boyfriend, making you deal with my nagging family, and now this. I know I’m not the one, Jay so I’m sorry for putting you in this awkward position. I’m sorry you had to wake up with me tangled in your arms. I’m just sorry,” you said as you went running towards the door.

Jensen jumped out of his bed and went chasing after you. “Y/n! Y/n, wait.” But his yells fell on deaf ears as you kept running out of his house, into your car, and sped off.

You should have never asked Jensen to this. What the hell were you thinking? Well, let’s rewind back a week and see where this all began.

One week ago

You heard the familiar Kansas song “Carry on My Wayward Son” playing signaling you to your phone ringing. You ran from your living room to your bedroom to grab your phone. You neglected to look at the screen to see who was calling before you answered.

“Hello,” you said.

“Hey, sweetie. How are you doing?” the familiar voice of your mother said.

You cursed under your breath. She was the last person you wanted to talk to at the moment. “Hey, mom. I’m fine. You?”

“I’m great, sweetie. I’m really glad you answered. I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for a week now,’ she said.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Work has been real hectic lately,” you said lying through your teeth.

“Well, I was calling to tell you that me, your father, your older sister and her family are coming to visit you. We want to meet the awesome new boyfriend you told us about,” she said.

“Mom, look I’ve got work and he- “you were interrupted.

“Y/n, I don’t want any excuses. We will be there tomorrow. No if’s, ands, or but’s about it. Okay?”

You sighed hating the mess you have gotten yourself into. “Yeah, mom. See you tomorrow. Love you.”

“See you tomorrow and love you too sweetie. I’m really looking forward to this,” she said as you both hung the phone.

You, however, were not looking forward to this. This so called “boyfriend” you told your family about, he doesn’t exist. You just made him up to get your parents and sister off your back. “Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit. What the hell am I supposed to do now, “you said to yourself.

You looked down at your phone and saw your screen saver that was a picture of you and Jensen, your best friend. That’s when it hit you. That’s when you’re really stupid idea hit you. You hadn’t given your family a name and Jensen was your best friend after all. You unlocked your phone and dialed Jensen’s number.

“Hello, Ackles, the famous celebrity speaking,” he said into the phone obviously knowing it was you calling.

“That’s nice Jay. A bit conceded much?” you said with a laugh as he laughed on the other line.

“So, what’s up y/n?” he asked.

All the sudden you got really nervous. You decided this wasn’t something you could ask over the phone. It needed to be in person. “Are you busy right now?” you asked.

“No, not really. Why?”

“Wanna go to Bixby’s for lunch? On me?” you offered.

“Sounds good but you’re not paying. My mother would never forgive me if I let a woman pay for her meal no matter the circumstance.”

“Ok then. See you soon.”

Thirty minutes later you were sitting at yours and Jensen’s favorite sandwich shop shaking your leg, your nerves building.

After another minute Jensen showed up and you stood to hug him. You both sat and an awkward silence followed.

“So why are we really here, y/n?” Jensen finally asked. “I know you and you don’t just call out of the blue to go to lunch.”

“I need to ask you a favor. It’s a really big favor, but feel free to say no. It’s a lot to ask of someone and I feel really bad asking you,” you said stumbling over your words.

“Calm down, y/n. Just tell me what it is. It’s fine,” he said calmly and sympathetically.

“Ok so I should start from the beginning. My family kept breathing down my throat about my dating life and I got so sick of it so last month I told them I had a boyfriend. I didn’t give them too many details or even a name, but it seemed to get them off my back, at least for a while. Today my mom called me and said she and my father and my sister and her family are coming to meet this guy that I made up. They are going to be here tomorrow and I don’t have a person to introduce. I was wondering if you would be my fake boyfriend? It would only be for a week. I promise you won’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.”

“I’ll do it,” he said simply.

“Wait, really? You’ll do it?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend y/n. You need help and I’m happy to offer my assistance. Besides this will be easiest help I’ve ever given,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, you haven’t met my family,” you said.

“Regardless, it would be my pleasure to be your fake boyfriend,” Jensen said with a sincere smile.

“You’re the best,” you said as you jumped up and into Jensen’s arms.

Jensen didn’t let it show but he loved when you hugged him like that. He loved when he could make you smile so big. He loved …. well, you. Not that he would ever tell you that.

After you both took your seats your sandwiches came. You didn’t have to order because the cook knew y’all’s order by heart because of how often you went there. You sat in silence and ate. Jensen watched and just admired the smile on your face. Maybe he could make the fake boyfriend thing a little less fake.  

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The Mark Changes People

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1054

A/N – This is my submission for @iwantthedean ’s soco summer writing challenge with the prompts:  I know I’ve been hanging on tight, so maybe it just might mean I want you. & I want to save you. They are bold and italicalised below

The Mark of Cain had changed Dean, he became more aggressive that usual, he became more reckless and that’s what made him go into the abandoned factory after Metatron.

When Metatron stabbed in the heart with an angel blade, it tore you to shreds; much like a hell hound would, if you had made a deal.

Dean’s head tilted to the side and his eyes widened at the sight of you and his brother, he didn’t want you to witness his death.

Your heart was uncontrollably beating in your chest, this couldn’t be, not again. Dealing with the pain of a loved one was never easy but it made it worse when your loved one is a Winchester. They’ve experienced death more than should be possible but it didn’t hurt any less.

There was always the possibility that he wouldn’t come back and that would have killed you, it would have left you to grieve, to be on your own in this cruel world. Although you would’ve had Sam he didn’t understand you the way Dean did.

The light was slowly leaving his eyes, and although they were eyes you had looked into for the last five years, the blood draining from his chest did nothing suck the life out of him and slowly kill the man you had truly ever loved.

Dean came back as a demon and it was no surprise that Sam had sent you away as he captured his brother and lock him in the dungeon, using pure blood to, hopefully cure the black eyed man.

Even though Sam’s arm was broken and in a sling, that did nothing to quell the attempts he made to bring back his brother, not only for Sam himself but for you and the world. Because the world needed the Winchester brothers. They were indestructable and could save anyone if they wanted to – if they needed to.

‘Dean,’ Sam started, ‘I just-I want to save you.’

The demon that Dean had become sneered at his words. ‘Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, I don’t want to be saved. Becoming a demon has been the best damn thing that could’ve happened to me. No responsiblities. No protecting anybody else but me. I get to kill as many people that I damn well please.  And you know what? It’s damn well exhilerating; such a rush when they beg for their lives.’ The evil glint in his eye and the smirk planted on Dean’s face made Sam uncomfortable.

When you returned Dean was no longer a demon, Sam had thankfully cured him but the downside was that Dean still had the Mark on his right arm.

It was messing with him.

When you were unpacking your clothes from your overflowing duffel bag, you called Donna to tell her that you got home safely and was unpacking now.

Someone knocked at the door as you were finishing up, expecting no one else but one of the Winchester brothers you called out for them to come in.

‘Okay, Donna.’ You giggled, ‘yes, okay. I promise, I’ll come down sooner. Okay, all right, I love you, too, bye.’ Finishing up the call, you tossed your phone onto the bed.

Spinning on the balls of your feel, you jump as you see that Dean is right behind you, barely any space between you.

‘Oh! Hey. You scared me.’

He spoke no words, not yet anyway but he had this look on his face, like he wanted to say something but decided against it.

With a hand on his bicep and another under his chin, you started, ‘Dean?’

His motions were agile, too rapid to keep up with but in a matter of second your where crushed against his chest, his chin resting on your head and his arms locked around your shoulders.

Shocked at first, you stilled, not sure what to do until you did and offered Dean the comfort that you thought he needed, your arms wrapping securely around his waist.

‘I should have let you go. I lose everyone that I want in my life and I was stupid enough to let my feelings get in the way and I know I’ve been hanging on tight, so maybe it just might mean I want you. I shouldn’t have drug you into this life but I was too selfish and-’

‘Dean!’ You exclaimed, stopping his rant. He snapped his mouth shut, realising that he had revealed to much; or was that his intention. ‘Slow down. Your not going to lose me,’ you pulled back placing your hands on each of his face. ‘But if you want me, you did the right thing by holding tight and now that I know, I’m never letting go.’

The Mark has a habit of changing people, making them more aggressive. It creates a bond between itself and whoever holds it. When Dean died the Mark wouldn’t let him go, not yet, the Mark wasn’t finished with him. The Mark changes people and that gave Dean the opportunity to tell you that you mean something to him, that he didn’t want to lose you.

Dean nodded pulling you back into his chest and kissing the crown of your head, lingering there a little too long to be friendly – maybe that was the way you liked it.

The Mark glowed on Dean’s skin, igniting a flame within his stomach as he held you, he didn’t know whether it was the Mark or you.

It was never save for hunters to have relationships and Dean knew that, especially now that Dean had the Mark on his arm.

But Dean took it upon himself and his own selfish reasons to make you his because the thought of losing you to someone – something – else, that may have ripped his heart out on the spot, because there was nothing more he feared than losing you , losing Sam, losing his family, his loved ones.

The Mark of Cain may have made him more aggressive to others and give him the uncontrolable urge to kill but when it came to his family, when it came to you, it had shed some light on the situation and made him think. He needed you like he needed air and he would do anything in his power to protect you.

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My Reason

Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Mary, Cas and Lucifer (briefly mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst at first but it’s all good. Smut, the fluffy love making kind.      

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This is a two birds with one stone sorta of a thing. I promised @salvachester fluffy Dean smut and an aesthetic (hence why this fic has one) because she spend hours helping me create the new theme on my blog. Love you Scar. I hope you like this one.

It is also my entry for @iwantthedean’s SoCo Summer Challenge where my prompt was You’re my reason for breathing, but I kinda used the song the line is from for inspiration as well. Hence the tiny bit of angst in the beginning. Listen to Something Corporate - She Paints Me Blue.

It is set after ep 12x22 but before the massacre that was the finale.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @deansleather for betaing this one for me. Love you Maddy <3

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Dean knew he had no right to be here. He had pushed her away a long time ago. Back when the Mark was still on his arm. He had told her he didn’t love her anymore and he had practically thrown her out of the Bunker. Every since the Mark got ripped from his arm he had been telling himself what he had done was for the best. He knew that he had hurt her, but she left the life. She was safe. She could be happy without him, but the truth was he couldn’t be happy without her. Not even close. Y/N had left a gaping hole where his heart used to be. He had tried to fill it with booze and women, but no matter who he screwed or how much he drank the void was always there.

Admitting that to himself however hadn’t been easy. He yelled at Sam every time he brought her up and he told himself that he was fine. She was just a girl right? There was plenty of girls in this world. Nothing special about her. Other than there was. It had taken Dean being almost buried alive in his own home to see that. All he could think about being trapped in the Bunker while the air slowly ran out was her. He saw her at every turn of the halls. Her smile, her eyes, her body. He heard her laughter echoing off the walls, her soft whisper telling him how much she loved him.

Y/N had been the only one that had ever truly understood him. She had been the only one to accept him for who he was. Flaws, failures and all. She had been his light that guided him home on the darkest of days and now his light was gone. Dean needed her like the air that was getting harder to breath. All had been able to think about was how he wanted to have her in his arms one last time. He had regretted all the things he had said and all the things that he hadn’t. He loved her, with everything he had and she would never hear him say that.

So when Dean had made it out of the Bunker. When he had brought his mom home and when Cas had healed him, Dean left. He knew there was things to be done and a world to be saved, but the world had his family and Dean needed his girl by his side. Sam had understood, knowing he would be back with her by his side or back on his own, broken hearted but ready to fight. Just like always, Dean would stove his crap and keep moving on, but he needed to know if she was still his. He needed her to know, she would always be the only woman he had ever truly loved. The only woman he could ever love.

So here he was, standing outside her home in the pouring rain. Too scared to move. He had faced the worst of the worst this world had to offer, but seeing her, knowing it might be the last time, that scared him more than anything he had ever encountered.

She was better off without him. Dean had hurt her, knowingly, even if he had sworn that was something he would never do. She had been out of the life for 3 years now and he had no right to be here. Dean took a deep breath letting his tears mix with the rain as he slowly turned around to walk away but froze the second he heard her voice.

“You came all this way to get pneumonia and not even say hey?” There was no anger or blame in her voice as Dean turned around slowly. She was standing on the sidewalk not 3 feet from him and Dean sucked in a breath. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. The rain making her clothes cling to every curve of her body as she stood there smiling at him. He didn’t deserve her. Not in the slightest. She should be yelling at him, crying, screaming, telling him to piss off and never come back, but she was smiling.

“I knew you would come for me one day,” she spoke softly as she walked towards him.

“Y/N I am so sorry,” Dean started, but then her arms was around his neck and his instinctively closed around her waist.

“Shut up and kiss me you fool,” she teased and Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed her, pouring all the things he couldn’t say into it. He told her with his kiss how sorry he was, what an idiot he had been, how much he missed her and needed her.  

Y/N slowly pulled away with a dazed expression on her face and Dean couldn’t help but smile when she took his hand leading him back towards her house and her bedroom. Fuck he had missed making her look like that. He had missed showing her how he really felt and how precious she was. So that is what he did the second their soaked clothes hit the floor.

He gently laid her down on her bed without a worked, his fingers tracing her body. Refamiliarizing himself with it. His lips caressing every inch of her skin, sucking down on every sweet spot he had never forgotten, making her moan his name over and over, begging for him to go where she really needed him.

Who was he to deny her anything. Dean buried his face between her legs, kissing her cunt burying his tongue inside of her, fucking her with it in much the same way as he had kissed her earlier. Worshipping her as he used his skills to apologize to her over and over until she came screaming his name, smothering his head with her strong thighs, but Dean didn’t care. He didn’t try to move. He stayed right where he belong, helping her through her high until her body finally stopped shaking and she relaxed beneath him.

He slowly kissed his way up her body, until he reached her lips. He kissed her tenderly and sweetly as he slowly let himself sink into her welcoming heat. He had forgotten how good she felt wrapped around him and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to not come apart right then and there. This wasn’t about him. It was about her and him showing her how deeply he cared. How sorry he was and promising her he would never leave her again. They belonged together like two pieces of a puzzle and without her Dean would never feel whole.

Dean slowly moved inside of her, making her feel everything as his hands roamed her body everywhere he could reach and his lips on hers. He pulled away to look deeply into her eyes, never stopping his movements as he made his confession.

“You are my reason for breathing Y/N/N. You’re my everything. I love you,” Dean smiled lovingly as she gasped. She had told him those three words more times than he could remember but he had never been brave enough to say them back. Now he was. He was never holding anything back with her ever again. Now that he had her back in his arms, so breathtakingly beautiful beneath him he was never letting her go ever again.

“I love you too, Dee,” she whispered making him smile even wider before his lips was back on hers and his pace quickened ever so slightly, pushing them both towards their release. It wasn’t earth shattering or strong. In was slow and lasting, just like his love for her had always been. It was her and him against the world. With her by his side there was nothing he couldn’t do. Together they would return to Sam and beat Lucifer back to the deepest pit of hell where he belongs. No power no matter how ancient or strong could conquer their love or battle the strength he possessed when he was with her. The Mark she had left on his heart and soul was eternal and lasting. She was not only his reason for living, but his strength to carry on and his determination to win. She was his everything.   

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[girl-next-door-writes]

What You Want?

Characters: Crowley x Reader

Summary: The sting of unrequited feelings and how people deal with them have been well documented over the years, but what happens when a demon, who has not felt emotions like this for a considerable amount of time, needs to deal with them and are they actually unrequited?

Word Count: 1510 words

Prompt: It won’t be the last time she’ll ignore me

A/N: This is for the wonderful @iwantthedean and her fabulous soco summer challenge.  It was supposed to be Gabriel BUT Crowley is a persistent muse so here’s a bit of my favourite demon for you.

“It’s bad enough you let the ‘Winchesters’ walk all over you but now this girl?  I didn’t raise you to go all soppy over some lass Fergus.” Crowley had been listening to the shrill tones of his mother for a while now and he was barely following the conversation anymore.

“You didn’t raise me, mother.” He took another swig of his drink and avoided looking at her, that would only encourage her tirade.

“Well this is no good, no good at all.  You are the King, my boy, can’t have you losing your edge over some flibbertigibbet who is only interested in one thing and trust me it’s not what’s in your trousers.” She pointed at him sternly, almost matriarchal which was a joke in and of itself.

“Mother.  Leave me.” His glare met her own and she threw her hands up in irritation.

“Mark my words, this preoccupation will cause nothing but trouble.” She sing-songed as she left the room and he slumped back on his throne with a sigh. He knew she was right but there was no way he would ever admit that. He didn’t know why you affected him so but he couldn’t deny that you did.  At first, he thought it was just amusement, he found himself smiling when he so much as thought about you.  Then he realised he actually thought about you a lot.  To the point of letting it be known that should his demons plan to go up against you they should reconsider or it wouldn’t just be your wrath raining down on them.  He did his best to keep you safe without your knowledge and that was how his mother had discovered this little weakness of his.  Taking a piece of paper from his inside jacket pocket he unfolded it and read the words with a frown.  It wasn’t enough, the words here, they weren’t right.  It was a letter of intent he had written over and over again but he couldn’t seem to get it right.  With the flick of his wrist the paper caught fire and smouldered for a moment before the ash fell to the floor.  He couldn’t tell you to your face and he felt the more modern medium of sending you a picture of his cock didn’t quite set the tone and so he had set upon the age-old method of a love letter.  However, he had also discovered this was more difficult than he had originally anticipated. Taking a deep breath, he was about to start penning another opus dedicated to you when he received a text message from you.  You needed his help and, as usual, he dropped everything to be at your side.

 You had been working hard.  Overdoing it if you were being completely honest, which you had very skilfully avoided being for a considerable time now.  You hunted to forget, to focus on something other than the feelings you had been denying and as Crowley appeared in front of you and Dean it was clear this had been taking its toll on you.  The demon frowned as he took in your appearance. “Are you okay love?”

“She’s not your love.  Now, what can you tell us about…” Dean started only to be cut off and practically pushed aside as Crowley moved towards you.

“Wasn’t talking to you squirrel.  You look pale, when was the last time you ate?” His face was filled with concern and you squinted your eyes in confusion looking from him to Dean.

“I’m fine.” You assured firmly, unsure why he would even be bothered.

“See, she’s fine.” Dean shoved the information at Crowley again who ignored the file and glared at him.

“You are kidding me right now aren’t you?  Look at her Winchester, really look.  She’s like a ghost of herself, where’s the fire?  Where’s the witty repartee?” Dean couldn’t deny that you looked rough but he also knew you’d talk when you were ready, til then there was the work and a hell of a lot of alcohol.

“Crowley.  I’m fine.” His head turned to survey you again as you spoke.  “I’ve ate, I’ve slept, I went three rounds with whatever the hell this is we’ve stumbled on so just look it over and help?” There was a hint of pleading in your eyes and he found himself wanting to press this, to find out what was troubling you so he could alleviate your troubles but instead he took the file and cast an eye over the scant details.

“You still got that rocket launcher?” He asked Dean whose eyes lit up. You nodded and turned and walked away back towards the car.  “I think you’d better sit this one out darling.” He called after you only to receive a one finger salute over your shoulder as you walked away.  “It won’t be the last time she’ll ignore me.” He sighed watching your retreating figure just hoping you wouldn’t get in too much trouble.   Things in Hell were slipping and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. The King was spending more time protecting you as your hunts became more and more reckless and he had taken to building a reality around you, setting hunts with challenges that he knew you would overcome just to keep you away from other more unpredictable cases. This could not continue, it just wasn’t sustainable.  It was like he was building cities only for you to tear them down and it was only a matter of time before you realised and came for him or his minions rebelled and his place on the throne felt increasingly precarious.  He knew what he needed to do, he just wasn’t sure he was ready to let you go yet.

 Standing in the darkened parking lot he stood his ground, he would not help you. He could prove to everyone that he was not your lap dog, that he was a powerful demon and didn’t care about anyone but himself.  His excuse was pitiable and you rolled your eyes.  “You’ve gone soft Crowley.” Your words were accusatory but your tone bored. Sam leaned on the hood of the Impala as you stood with Dean a few feet away and you shook your head at the demon and decided to go.  You drove him crazy.  Each time you turned to walk away from him, a wave of your hand over your shoulder he just wanted to grab hold of you, to keep you there if even for a second more.

“I can still be ruthless if you let me.” His voice was low and he wasn’t even sure you’d heard him.  It hadn’t sounded like his voice, weak and desperate, and as you turned your eyes met his and you saw the conflict within him for the first time.  He wanted to be a good man for you but you came to him because you needed him to be the demon he was, the demon you would never see as anything more than a means to an end.  A tool to get the job done and then you could slope off with the Winchesters for a drink and carry on with your life until the next time you were required to call on the King of Hells services.  It irked when the brothers did this to him but it damn near broke his heart when you treated him the same way.  

“He can’t help us, let’s go.” Dean barked but you frowned and walked towards Crowley, your eyes studying him in a way that made him incredibly uncomfortable.  You wondered if he knew, if he’d been reading your thoughts and this was just him playing a new angle.  You’d tried to forget about him and his stupid sexy smirk but the rising tide of evil you had been hunting had led you back to him time and time again.  The only way you had found to deal with the goosebumps that erupted whenever you were in close proximity to the demon was to treat him as less.  Less than you really felt, less than he really was, less than you needed. Crowley was watching you cautiously now, his fight or flight responses on high alert knowing how dangerous it was for a demon to be this close to a hunter but the part of him that revelled in each moment he spent with you had his feet firmly rooted.  Shaking your head, a movement almost imperceptible for anyone not looking directly at you, your expression softened.

“After we kill this thing, you… you wanna join us for a drink?” You ignored the protests from Dean behind you with the hint of a smirk that sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies off in Crowleys stomach.  His eyes brightened.

“I’ll have my suit pressed for the occasion.” You let out a chuckle and nodded as you walked backwards to join Sam and Dean. With a small wave you turned to leave and for the first time Crowley didn’t mind watching you go.  Hell be damned, he couldn’t quit you.

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[iwantthedean]

SoCo Summer Writing Challenge Masterlist

I know there are plenty more than what I’ve got on this list; I’ll take a look at the sign up list I had here in a bit and go searching! 

My Reason - @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ 

Your Love Bizarre - @atc74

Small - @katymacsupernatural

Just One More Time - @writer-picks-the-music

The Mark Changes People - @jayankles

Not the One Pt. 1: The Proposition - @wayward-marvel-sommer1196

The More You Know - @mrspadalackles

What We’re Fighting For - @chloewinchester13

Grams - @impalaimagining

To Act So Unkindly - @femmewinchester

[spnsimpleman]

Cavanaugh Park

This is my One Shot for @iwantthedean ‘s SoCo summer challenge!! 

My lyric prompt was “You always said Destiny would blow me away.”  The whole song, Cavanaugh Park by Something Corporate, had a hand in inspiring this one shot.  

Reader x Dean

Word Count: 4653

Warning: mentions/memories of attempted rape.

And this is where it all goes sideways. Yes, even for a hot shot like me. As I stood in the dark alley across the street and watched the candy coated idiot I’d been tailing all night slip behind her very nice apartment door, the thing I thought I was tracking had snuck up behind me.

Three fucking days in the strip club from hell very aptly named Hell’s Angels that held not only strippers as any type of demon or supernatural creature desired but also legit hell scape decor. Well, top two levels, at least, and depending on who you talked to, it wasn’t that hellish. Even in hell, they get all snobby.

That glitter storm wench that probably just skipped into her fancy ass kitchen and popped a bottle of wine was the only one with any connection to the two men and one woman who lost their shit and destroyed someone they cared about. But of course, that’s how a clever Siren would play it even if it didn’t know anyone was watching.

This one covered their tracks like a goddamn pro and poked me in the back with a small gun like I was some stupid hack on my first hunt. 

“Well, fuck me.”

“Ooo, whatta mouth,” she purred in my ear, really laying it on thick. “I’d really like to see what you could do with it, sailor.”

You always said Destiny would blow me away, pops. I just never knew it would be so fucking literal. “That’s either the business end of a tiny gun or the end of your stiletto needs a little work, Destiny.”

Destiny, the terrible, too-innocent-and-prude-for-this-job stripper who dressed as a fallen angel complete with broken gray wings. Like I said, fuck me. Bravo, Fate, you nasty bitch. She’s probably cackling her ass off somewhere too.

The gun pressed harder into my back before the blade of a knife, my fucking bronze dagger to be precise, kissed my jugular. “Oh, honey,” she hummed and sniffed my neck. “All thorns and… mmm, aren’t you interesting?”

I didn’t really have a move at this point so I went for my old stand by, fake it til you make it. “Putting your friend on them to hide your scent? Poor Candy never saw it coming, did she? You’re a terrible friend and a bloody awful stripper. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Better to have poor friends than none at all,” she giggled. She fucking giggled in my ear.

“Oh, fuck you.”

She sniffed my hair and exhaled with a sigh that held way too much arousal for my taste, “well, they didn’t, did they?” Her hand slid around my waist and tucked into the front of my jeans. She was checking for more weapons. Smart, damn it. I really hate the clever ones. “You are delicious. I love a good challenge.” The voice morphed on her last word, the stripper who’d been Candy’s innocent best friend forced to work to make ends meet was gone as the octave dropped and took on a distinctly male pitch. “Just a voice. Who knew a human could be so simple?” It whispered against the side of my neck with a voice from long ago.

It spun me around and I jabbed my fist into its wrist, knocking the dagger away. I grinned then had to clench down on every reaction to the fuzzy blur in front of me. It still had the gun and didn’t seem at all bothered by my removal of its second weapon.

“I could be your hero. I could be your everything.” That voice, I knew that voice.

I growled, “I am my own hero.”

“Not that night. I was.” I could hear the smile in the voice and it sickened me. It shouldn’t affect me so much, but I couldn’t stop the rage flowing back as the memory hit me hard.

Could Sirens do that? Pull forth the worst memory and that was how they boosted their victims urge to do what they wanted? But it didn’t make sense. Who knew where those boys were today.

The dark blur leaned in, “mmm, true. I guess we’ll just have to find some replacements. Surrogates can work just as well, at least I would make that sacrifice for you. Would you make the sacrifice for me?”

“Sacrifice?” I grit my teeth, “I don’t love them, they are nothing. That’s not your ballpark.” I kept my eyes open refusing to give a straight answer or block out the blur in front of me. I’d had that dream too many times and wasn’t willing to make it easier for it. I glared, not even glancing in the direction of the bronze dagger I would soon plunge in its chest. Hopefully, it would forget about it and keep all its attention on me.

The blur of a body pressed against me and sniffed from my chest all the way up the side of my face. I shivered and it pissed me off.

“There’s no one you love left, I make exceptions for special cases and honey, I love something a little different.”

The voice still fucked with me, how could it find that memory so easily? I hadn’t thought of that night in years. I hadn’t had the nightmare in weeks, if not months. A rough hand was on my face squeezing my cheeks trying to get me to open my mouth. So unlike the gentle hands that pulled me from the nightmare before it took another horrific turn.

The flash hit me hard, that night so long ago, two boys prying my legs open as the other held my arms above my head. I had screamed and fought like hell until two sucker punches smashed into my face. I could almost feel the blood vessels bursting, the pain blossoming around my eyes…

My jaw started to open and knocked me from the nightmare’s hold. I shoved away the images and kicked out hard. The siren’s grip slipped, the gun clattered across the asphalt as it stumbled back a step swinging its arms to balance. I gave it another swift kick square in its blurry chest. It crashed to the ground with a satisfying thud against the brick wall and I took off for the dagger.

But the memory wasn’t done with me yet, maybe the siren had a way of pulling it forward. It continued to play out in my head, words screaming from the guy that had pulled me from the pack of animals clawing at me. Go! RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!

The sounds of a fight behind me but I kept going, kept running no matter how many times I fell. I couldn’t see much through my swollen eyes but what was behind me could be so much worse. I still felt their rough hands on me, the stink of their breath, the slurring taunts echoing in my head no matter how far I stumbled…

No! I shook out of it. I didn’t run anymore.

The alleyway filtered back in, the nightmare cleared completely and I spotted the dagger only a foot to my left; I dove for it. I closed my hand around the handle I had made myself to fit like a glove as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I stood but the siren had caught up, shoving me into the brick wall. It grabbed my wrist and slammed it above my head but I wouldn’t let go. That dagger was mine. I wasn’t letting go.

I made myself a promise that night it wanted me to remember so damn bad, that I would never be overpowered again. If they had brawn, I had the smarts and I kicked the shit out of myself to heighten my brawn as well. There was always possibilities, I just had to find them. Outwit, outplay, outlast, or just straight up beat them with stubbornness. My pops called it determination, my uncle called it will power, but a rose by any other name and all that junk. Out-stubborn was kind of my forte.

Pride swelled in my chest when it stopped trying to break the dagger from my grip but that deflated quickly when I realized it didn’t need me to let go. The siren’s unidentifiable face was hovering over mine and the anger radiated off the only image I had of the guy that had saved me when I was sixteen. There was another promise I had made that night as I ran, that I would find him and thank him, but it’s impossible to thank a ghost. My promise morphed into being like him; when something’s wrong, don’t turn a blind eye, kick it in the ass.

It roughly grabbed my face and no matter how hard I grit my teeth, my jaw was slowly opening. No, no, no, NO! I struggled against it but its weight and position made it impossible to move. I glared, refusing to give up and become the one thing I had fought against my whole life.

It opened its blurry mouth and the pit that spit poison to control me was in there somewhere. I thrashed as much as I could but it wasn’t even close to any good. We both knew it and it infuriated me. Which gave me an idea.

I pulled my hand away from the wall with every ounce of that rage fueling me, each half an inch I gained messed with it. I grinned, “that’s right, bitch. Tell me you’re my hero again.”

“HEY!”

The weight shifted against me but it gripped my wrist tighter and slammed it back to the wall. “I’ll get to…” It’s blurry head turned and then it roared, “YOU!”

I stared at the man stalking toward us with a voice that held an air of familiarity. He stopped in the center of the alleyway where just enough of the street light landed on his face. A brief flash of confusion crossed his quite ruggedly handsome face as he studied the blur holding me. I caught a glimpse of a bronze dagger at his waist. A hunter. Fucking figures.

His hand dropped near his barely hidden dagger and he taunted, “if you were going for the Blob I think you got the wrong element there, sport.”

The blur vibrated, moving a step in the man’s direction before looking at me. It couldn’t make up its mind.

“Come and get it, shadow bitch!”

I flinched as it wrenched its grip away from my arm then raked its nails against my wrist. It roared and charged the other hunter. I cradled my wrists against my chest and stood there watching the action play out. Something about the hunter’s voice…

It lunged at the hunter and the scuffle was confusing. The blur and the man trading blows and remarks as it tried to spit its poison.

Go! RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!

The voice shouted and it took me a second to realize it was only in my head. I closed my eyes shaking the remnants of the memory and nightmare off with a mantra of my own making. I am Y/n, I am a fucking awesome hunter. I was a victim, but that never defined me just like my name or my mistakes don’t define me. I define me by every action, every decision, every damn time I scrape myself up off the floor and move the fuck on. I am a survivor, a fighter, and a goddamn badass with a blade!

I snapped my eyes open. Time to go to work. I pushed off the wall and assessed my best way in. The siren had changed, had shaped back into Destiny. Apparently, it considered the man as the room’s more dangerous occupant. Good. I liked to be underestimated.

It slammed the man into the wall and leaned in as I moved around behind it dipping the dagger into the blood filled pouch thankfully still attached to my belt.

“Oh, baby, are we gonna have some fun.”

I rushed the last few steps and plunged the knife into its back. It shrieked as it spun around. “Raincheck, bitch.” The anger I felt from the blurred image was painted all over Destiny’s face. “I guess you’re not the right Destiny after all.” I side kicked her into the wall and the point of the dagger popped through her chest. The siren finally dropped and I stepped back.

The man pushed off the wall and looked at me, “you’re a hunter?”

“Takes one to know one.” Wow, real smooth. I met his gaze and hopefully kept my inner thought to myself.

He studied my face and his brows furrowed. “Do I know you?”

“I don’t know you so, I guess not.”

He dropped his gaze and sighed as he rolled his shoulders. He surveyed the mess we had made in the alley but really who would notice?

“You wanna get a drink?”

I glanced down at the body of a woman flat on her face between us. My hackles rose, I didn’t owe him anything. “It was impossible to move where it had me but I was getting under its skin.” I knew how hunters were but I had to admit I was curious. His voice had such a touch of familiarity and kinda sounded like… no, it was just because the memory was so fresh but… there was no such thing as coincidence, did I just trade one monster for another? My mind warred and I glanced up trying to study him without looking at all interested.

“You seemed to have a good handle.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

He held up his hands, “I was just trying…” He sighed again and his body language spoke of a man running on little energy. He dropped his hands, “I need a drink. It’s late and you just closed my case. You can join if you want. It was just the first thing that came to mind. I’m Dean, by the way.”

I eyed him for a moment, trying to figure out why it hadn’t occurred to me that I didn’t even know his name. “Dean.” I pointed to myself, “Y/n.” Wow… way to go, Tarzan. “Sure.” I shrugged, “I would head to a bar anyway. I’m starving and really could use a drink.” Hello, I’m crazy lady and now that you’ve given me your name, I’m totally cool with going out with you. Shit. Getting a drink with you on a totally we’re in the same career field way. Ugh, fuck.

He gave me a nod and lifted the siren up easily. Show off. “Think you could help me get around that apartment building unnoticed? I’ve got a hole out back.”

Double show off. I gave a sharp nod and walked to the mouth of the alley. I pulled my gun from my back holster and shot out the two closest streetlights.

“You have a silencer?”

I winked but he probably couldn’t see it. “Top of the line, C.I.A. research and development. Go across, I’ll keep a look out to distract anyone until you get into the next alley.”

I may have walked behind him to study the way he moved and how he carried himself or maybe tried to figure out just how much muscle he had under that flannel shirt. He was way better looking than most, if not all, the hunters I’ve ever had contact with but there was no way in hell this man had any of my trust.

I was no damsel in distress. Never again. But if he was nice and we get along, I might just play right into his bed. It would give me a chance to check out what he’s packing in his hunter’s bag of toys and maybe find out who he was.

He dropped the body in the hole and lifted a shovel with a glance my way. He certainly had nice bone structure, I’d give him that. “What, no backup shovel?”

He looked at me as he pushed dirt into the hole, “why would I have a second?”

I shrugged and looked around, “never know when help might show up.”

He chuckled, “yeah. I’d just ask them if they wanted to help me hide a body.”

“I tried that once.”

He stopped and stared at me, “really?”

I smirked, “it was either that or try to pretend it wasn’t a body when I didn’t have anything but the head covered.”

He threw his head back and laughed. It was a nice laugh, maybe too loud for the situation we were in but maybe that’s what made it better. Maybe I might just see what he’s packing under those jeans too.

~~

Dean watched Y/n as she made her way across the floor of the tavern. He had chosen the first open booth and wasn’t completely sure she’d even come. She wasn’t stupid; she didn’t know him and didn’t trust him. That much was easy to uncover but he was a hunter so maybe she was curious. There didn’t seem to be many of them left anymore.

He smiled as she slid into the bench seat across from him. He raised his hand catching the eye of the waitress, “I ordered already. I didn’t think you’d show.”

“Sorry, I needed to change. That damn glitter was driving me nuts.”

The blonde waitress turned that smile on bright as she sauntered over. Oh yeah, she was definitely into him. Too bad he just didn’t have it in him tonight. Her gaze flicked to the newcomer and she kept that smile on without even a crack in it, “what can I get ya?”

She ordered a burger and a whiskey then the waitress swayed those hips away. Y/n shifted in her seat and he glanced around trying not to stare. It was driving him crazy that something felt so damn familiar but the name didn’t ring any bells and they didn’t run in the same circles.

He shook it all off as the situation just being similar to so many other cases, but something had tugged up that old memory when he was seventeen and stumbled upon monsters of a different kind. He couldn’t even remember the name of the town. He should, it was the first time he got arrested and the asshole cops didn’t believe his story. There wasn’t even anything supernatural involved. At least, dad believed him though.

The jail cell wasn’t uncomfortable as much as it pissed him off. He was the hero here and yet they were treating him as the fucking bad guy. The cell finally opened and the uniformed officer waved him forward. “Your father is here.”

“Good. Someone with a brain is finally in the building,” he spat as he moved out. The officer pushed him. “Fucker,” he hissed under his breath covered by a cough as he walked down a hallway toward the next room.

His dad stood next to a desk looking pissed. Damn, he’d have to get the real story out quick.

“Dean.”

“Dad, you know I wouldn’t…”

“This officer said you beat the living hell out of three local boys. Is that true?”

“Yes.”

A flash of shock in his eyes, what did he think happened? Then the tight line in his mouth, the jerk in his jaw muscle. “What in the hell…”

“They were trying to rape a girl! I got them off her and told her to run! Just because these assholes can’t do their damn job they blame everything on me!”

The fat ass sorry excuse of an officer leaned on his desk, “the boys say there was no one else…”

“Of course, they would!” He clenched his fists not caring how much they ached.

Detective Chuckles crossed his arms over his chest. “These boys are known here in town. They’re good kids and no girl has called in or come in about an assault.”

Dean dropped his head and shook it. These assholes were going to pin this whole thing on him because he wasn’t local. Sonsofbitches.

“Yes, I’m sure a terrified girl who just went through the worst experience of her life thought her best option would be to come forward against three of the good ol’ boys in town.”

Dean snapped his head up and stared at the barely concealed rage that rolled off his dad.

“What would you have said to her? That it was her word against the good local boys who all denied it?”

The two officers ruffled and rolled their shoulders. Detective Chuckles responded as he tightened his arms across his chest, “the only evidence we have…”

His dad’s face twisted and he slammed his fist on Detective Fatass’s desk. “Did you even look at the area? Did you even consider my son’s story? What the hell were those boys doing out there, huh? Did you do your job at all or just take the good local boys word for it?”

His dad gave them barely a second before he steamrolled on. “I don’t see anyone else here but my son so I’m pretty damn sure what happened here.” He pulled out his FBI badge and slammed it on the desk. “You let my son go now and we don’t have to go any further but I’m telling you now, I’m watching this station. I’m keeping my eye on this town because if it happened tonight, it could’ve happened before. If they got away with it tonight, they’ll probably do it again. Clean up your town and do your fucking job.” The officers stared at a livid John Winchester and Chuckles even had his jaw hanging like a broken rear bumper. “Get those fucking cuffs off my boy, now.”

Dean walked out of the station completely blown away. His dad was still fuming as they strode to their sides of the car. His dad stopped before opening the driver’s door and looked at Dean over the roof. “What…” He grit his teeth and looked away, “did you stop them?”

Dean dropped his gaze as the memory of earlier that night shot into the foreground, “they didn’t but… I didn’t get there soon enough. Jesus, dad, I hung out with those guys at school. Adam was…” Dean shook his head, his stomach churning at what he found when he made it to the area of the park Jordan had told him to meet. “If you saw what they had done to her… I just lost it. They were ripping her underwear off when I got there and I caught a glimpse of her face. I was running late because I stole a forty to bring… if I had been on time…” His muscles clenched and he had a sudden need to punch something again. “I did beat the shit out of them and I would do it again.”

His dad was quiet and he looked up. His dad was smiling but there was something there in his eyes, haunted. “Good. No man should ever treat a woman like that. And anyone that does deserves whatever you gave him.”

“You still here with me, Dean?”

He shook his head and looked up at the strong, self-possessed woman who killed the siren. He hoped that girl had the chance to become something like her, or just the chance to become whatever the hell she wanted. He cleared his throat, “yeah, sorry. Just… memories sneaking up on me.”

She nodded, looking into her glass. Another haunted look. “Yeah, I know all about that.”

“You don’t have to answer but what was with the siren…  going all shadowman?”

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “It said I didn’t know what I really desired. Just knew a voice.” She forced a laugh but her back tensed, “there’s no one left I love so… and nothing I’m in desperate need of, you know? When I’m tired, I sleep. When I’m hungry, I eat. When I’m feisty…” she blushed and took another sip from her glass, “you know what I’m saying. The hunter’s lifestyle.” She turned her glass as she stared down at it.

“Yes.” He smirked, “my brother disagrees with what he calls my version of the lifestyle but sometimes you just need a good roll in the hay to clear out the nightmares.” He took a swig from his beer, “he’s also a pain in the ass so…”

She chuckled, “I don’t know. Having a partner sure would make hunting a bit easier but it’s hard to find one that doesn’t screw shit up or make you want to kill them because they think they get a free pass in your pants just because you closed a case.” She glanced at him with a smirk, “but you probably don’t have that problem.”

“Are you kidding? I get that problem all the time. Damn hunters and insane libidos. Thinking they can get in my pants just because they looked my way.”

She stared at him and he thought he read her wrong until she finally let go and laughed. A full out burst of joy. The tight hold she had over her features softened, her eyes brightened and glittered in the soft light above their booth, and her smile was just something else. He loved it. Every damn carefree second of it.

Her laughter calmed and she looked down at her glass, her mouth curled in a grin and her face warm with a glow that made him lean a little closer. She glanced his way before finally gazing into his eyes again, she lost some of that edge from earlier, “I gotta admit, this is nice. I thought you’d push liquor on me and try to talk me into a quickie in the bathroom. You’re a welcome change on this shitty road.”

“Never. The bathroom definitely wouldn’t give me enough time.” He winked, “I’m just surprised we’ve never bumped into each other before. There’s not many of us left.”

“And I thought the Winchesters were a damn myth.”

He grinned, “is that right?”

“I mean come on, do you know half the things they say about you? That you’ve got an angel for a best friend, that God himself brought you back from the dead, multiple times mind you, and you shacked up with a vampire in purgatory.” She cackled, “I mean seriously…” her sparkling eyes met his and her smile faltered. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

“Okay, the vampire shacking up thing is completely misconstrued…”

“Fuck you.”

He pulled back, studying her assessing gaze, “ahh…”

The waitress set down their plates and glanced between the two of them, “need anything else?”

She narrowed her eyes then turned to the waitress, “we need more whiskey, thanks.”

The waitress looked at him and he nodded. She headed back to the bar as y/n leaned forward, “I can tell if you’re lying. I was trained by the best.”

“Would you like to talk to that angel?” He pulled out his cell phone.

She quirked a brow, “you’re going to call him. You’re telling me your angel has a cell phone?”

He nodded, “and a ridiculous voicemail.”

“Bullshit.”

“You wanna put some money down on that?”

She leaned back and eyed him. He swiped the phone open, tapped the right icon, then held his finger over Cas’s contact.

“If you can prove some of the wildest theories,” she grinned, “I’ll give you fifty bucks and for each one you can’t, you owe me.”

Dean had a feeling she held an ace but he knew some of the stories and most were true. She lifted her burger as if she was no longer concerned but she smiled before taking a bite with a look in her eye he knew well.

This night was just about to get awesome. Thank you, Destiny. Nah, fuck her. He still had it. Some things just never change.

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Your Love Bizarre

OK folks, I have combined three challenges into this doozy! All prompts will be in bold; song lyrics in italics. Also a shout out to @ilostmyshoe-79 and a really late birthday fic!!

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@chelsea072498‘s Prince’s Let’s Go Crazy Challenge: The song I choose was “Love Bizarre” with Sheila E and my prompt is: Seeking shelter from the storm, they made their fist mistake.

@melissaj616‘s Follower and Birthday Celebration: My prompt is:  “Maybe I have a few secrets you haven’t discovered yet.” (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!)

@iwantthedean‘s SoCo Summer Writing Challenge and my prompt is:  “I will be singing only to you.”

Word Count: just shy of 3200

Warnings: Threesome, use of a DP strap on; DP; Dom/Sub relations; Skype sex; anal sex, vaginal sex, all kinds of sex, unprotected sex, cum feeding

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (no Wincest)

A huge thank you to @helvonasche, @madamelibrarian and @when-the-day--met-the-night for the beta. 

Sam had been injured on the last hunt, suffering a broken left clavicle, when the werewolf threw him into a wall. Unfortunately, evil doesn’t rest, so you and Dean took on the next hunt, leaving Sam at home to recuperate. It was a day’s drive and a milk run, but when the three of you decided to venture into this relationship, the deal was no one did solo hunts anymore. Safety in numbers right? So while Sam didn’t like sitting home, he felt better knowing you and Dean were together. 

The case was over and you and Dean were tired and it was getting late. You had planned on being gone a couple of nights but wish you were headed back to the Bunker; you wanted to be home with both your boys. It had been raining off and on all day, but suddenly the weather took a turn for the worse, throwing the already murky back road into darkness. Dean had seen a sign for a motel a few miles back and pulled a u-turn in the middle of the road, Baby fishtailed while he tried to recover. Seeking shelter from the storm, they made their first mistake.

“I don’t like this, Dean,” you muttered, ducking down in your seat to get a better look out the windshield. 

“I know, Sweetheart, me neither. We’ll be checked in and we can relax. You want to call him now so he doesn’t worry?” Dean dared a quick glance at you while he navigated the worsening road conditions. 

“Yeah, I think I will.” You picked up your phone and dialed Sam. 

“Hi Baby… yeah this storm just rolled in and it’s nasty.  We are going to get a room... We miss you too, Sammy… Okay, we love you. Bye Babe,” you sighed heavily and stowed your phone. 

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Re: SoCo Summer Challenge

Hello lovelies! If your life has been anything like mine the last few weeks, you probably haven't had much time or motivation to write. The deadline for this challenge is looming over you, filling you with fear and dread and ... okay, that's a little dramatic.

Fear not! I have extended the deadline to September 15th! It gives me more time to try and read more of your submissions, and gives you more time to put out an entry. If you don't make it by 9/15, please don't worry. I'll simply add you to the masterlist when you post.

Happy Writing!