Ahhhhhh!!! Tales the way you drew me in with this story was nothing but magical. Iâm sat here with a small smile on my face before 8am in the morning because this fic was justâŚ*chefs kiss*
Although I admitâŚI am dying to know what happens at dinner đ¤Ł. Iâll just imagine that Sammy takes Lucas off to draw some Halloween spooks and Dean just takes Y/N in his arms in the kitchen and they make out furiously. Yes. Yes thatâs my head canon.
This âDrabbleâ đđ was incredible babes!! Loved every single word.
Halloween Surprise
Pairing :Â (Former) Dean x reader
Summary:Â You're out trick or treating with your son when you run into someone from your past. Someone with the same green eyes as your son.
Warnings:Â Feelings of betrayal, secrets, breakup and heartbreak.
Word Count:Â 5081
Y/N = Your Name | Y/L/N = Your Last Name
âLucas! Are you ready to go?â You called up the stairs as you frowned down at your wristwatch. It was already getting a bit late, and you didnât want to be out when it was dark outside. Youâd long since learned what was lurking in the darkness, but ever since you had your son youâd grown even more wary of the lengthening shadows that came with twilight.Â
Yet, though you were on a pretty tight trick or treating schedule, the little rascal upstairs remained nearly suspiciously quiet as you tapped the boot of your Wonder Woman costume impatiently.Â
âLucas (Y/L/N)!â You called up again, channeling every ounce of strict motherly love you could into your voice as you debated going up to check what the cheeky little five year old was up to. The beginning of fear and panic rearing its ugly head as your carefully developed hunterâs instincts always went to the worst possible outcome. Yet, the little giggle that easily reached you from the top of the stairs quickly calmed your frayed nerves and reminded you that you were no longer a hunter. Youâd left that life behind you nearly six years ago. The moment you realized you were pregnant.Â
âNo Lucas up here mommy!â Your sonâs cheeky little voice called back, the poorly concealed giggles drawing a smile out of you as you rolled your eyes at the little guy. His love for the dramatic was clearly something heâd gotten from his father. Though the man in question would probably disagree and say it was a trait your son had gotten from you. Swallowing down the bittersweet feeling that always followed any thought of the man youâd loved and lost, you took a deep breath before calling back up to your little man.
âReally? Oh, thatâs too bad, but⌠Does Batman wanna come trick or treating with mommy then?â You called back with a small smile. One that only grew from the happy squeal leaving your little vigilante as he bounced into view. Before carefully taking the stairs the moment you reminded him not to run down the carpeted staircase.Â
âYes! Batman wants candy!â His young voice was still high pitched and innocent. But Lucas still tried to mimic the deep, whispered voice of Batman as he hurried down the stairs. His Batman mask was slightly crooked on his freckled nose as he came to a full stop in front of you with green eyes looking up at you in anticipation.Â
âAlright then Batman. Itâs just you and me today then. Weâll have to bring some candy back for Lucas too,â You said with a soft laugh as you kneeled down to fix his crooked mask and smooth his slightly tousled nest of hair.Â
âItâs me mommy!â Your little guy whispered as he lifted the mask, showing you his best conspiratory look as he gently placed the mask back on, just as crooked as it had been before you initially fixed it.Â
âItâs a secret, husssshâ He continued as he let you fix his mask for him once more.Â
âMommy wonât tell anyone. Promise. Now, are you ready to go trick or treating pumpkin? Remember, we have to be back before it gets dark,â You asked your little superhero as you reached out for his Batman windbreaker and helped him put it on.Â
âYes! Trick or Treat!â He called out loudly and cheerfully, just like youâd practiced. Giving him a warm smile, you grabbed his little bucket in one hand, before reaching out to put his small hand in your free one. Ready to go door to door in search of treats, and hopefully no tricks.Â
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Halloween had never been your favorite time of year. Which was understandable, given how youâd grown up. But Lucas had given you a newfound appreciation for the day. And though you were still slightly on edge as you scanned the busy crowds out in your little, safe, cul de sac, you were much more at ease than youâd been when you first left the hunting life behind you.Â
Which was probably how you missed the two men mingling with the crowds dressed in suits, stopping parents to show off fake FBI badges as you focused on getting your son from one house to the next. Along with a few of the other neighborhood moms.Â
Hell, you even missed the clearly lustful looks thrown their way by Sharon, your neighbor three houses down from yours. Even though she was barely watching her own little monsters as they tried to steal an extra chocolate bar from the bowl, choosing instead to oogle the two agents as they quietly questioned parents a bit further down the road, making their way up towards you.Â
Honestly, even if you had noticed him before Tara had leaned over to you to whisper some not so child friendly words into your ear, you werenât sure what you wouldâve done. Would you have ran away? Maybe⌠Frozen in place? Probably.Â
Considering that was exactly what you ended up doing. Your hand squeezed Lucasâ a little as you gently pulled your little superhero behind you and let your eyes follow Taraâs down the street, just a little past the next house your route would take you to. Where a face you thought youâd never see again was looking back at you, green eyes wide and FBI badge lowered from where heâd just raised it to interrogate yet another thirsty soccer mom.Â
âDean,â The name that once had tasted sweeter than pie on your lips came out as a broken whisper as you tried, and failed, to tear your eyes off of the devastatingly handsome man.Â
âWait, you know him? When did you meet an FBI agent (Y/N)? And can you introduce me to his partner?â Tara asked, a little too loudly for your liking, next to you as her excited eyes went from you and over to Dean before coming right back to you again.Â
âI⌠Yeah, I know him. Look, Tara. Could you take Lucas to the next house? I should⌠Say hi?â You managed to push the words out as you fought against the nearly nostalgic cotton mouthed feeling Dean Winchester always left you with.
Though you were still not sure you had what it took to speak to him after⌠What had happened. You really had no choice. Not only because heâd spotted you. But because he was there. On your street.Â
And when a Winchester came to your street, it was usually not just for a friendly visit.Â
But still, you couldnât bring Lucas with you. Not when the bright green eyes and dusting of freckles over a button nose easily betrayed whose son he was. A son Dean had no clue youâd been raising for the last five years ever since he pushed you away.Â
âOnly if you get me the number of that tall drink of water over there,â She shot back, already undressing Sam with her best bedroom eyes as you rolled your eyes at her.Â
âTara, youâre married. Happily at that,â You reminded your best âmom friendâ as she grinned back at you.Â
âA girl can dream (Y/N),â She laughed, before shooting you a small cheeky wink, and dropping down to speak to Lucas instead.Â
âLucasâŚâ She started, before your little guy shook his head quickly, still hidden from Deanâs view behind you.Â
âBatman,â Lucas corrected as he clutched his bucket of sweets. As if he was afraid his aunty Tara was planning to steal his hard earned loot.Â
âAlright Batman. Do you wanna come with aunty and Robbie to the next house? Your mommy needs to go talk to someone,â Tara said as she reached out her free hand, patiently pretending she couldnât feel her own one year younger kid pulling at her other hand for her to hurry. As if the little ninja turtle next to her thought the houses would run out of candy if they didnât hurry.Â
âCan I mommy?â Lucas looked up at you through his little Batman mask. Puppy eyes fully engaged as he looked from his bucket of treats and back up at you, as if to stay he still didnât have enough sugar to last him till next Halloween.Â
Even though he already had plenty.Â
âGo ahead, pumpkin. Mommy will be right there,â You nodded as you let go of his little hand and let Tara grab it instead. Somewhat reluctantly, as your hunting instincts always worried when the apple pie of your eye was out of reach.Â
Giving your friend a grateful smile, you watched the three of them for a second as they walked up the path to the next house. Smiling slightly at Batmanâs happy bounce up the footpath, before you turned back to look at Dean again.Â
Only to realize he was no longer there.Â
â(Y/N),â Just as you were about to scan the crowd for him, the sound of his voice to the left of you made you jump slightly as you cursed your rusty reflexes and pivoted to face him. Doing your absolute damndest to pretend his deep voice didnât still send pleasurable shockwaves through your body.Â
âDean,â You whispered back as you tried to find your voice under the breathless vertigo that always took over whenever Dean Winchester was anywhere nearby.Â
âThank God. When we didnât hear anything I thought youâŚâ He said, relief evident in his voice, though you could also hear the early warning signs of worried anger brewing just under the surface. Though he had no right to be angry at you. Not sinceâŚÂ
Not after what happened that night.Â
âIâm fine. I just⌠I quit the business,â You shot back, biting back the words you actually wanted to tack on to the end of your sentence⌠After you broke my heart. But by the way Deanâs shoulders fell, and the way his worried anger retreated behind a veil of sadness and regret in green eyes, you knew heâd still caught the silent addition to your sentence in your slightly narrowed eyes.Â
âOhâŚâ Was all he managed to push out as he dug his hands into his suit pockets. Fidgeting in front of you in the same way Lucas always did whenever you caught him doing something naughty.Â
Like father, like son.Â
âYeah,â You sighed, keeping back the many words you wanted to say as you threw a wary glance over to where Tara and the boys had just reached the next house. Though Deanâs next words forced your eyes back on him.Â
âI missed youâŚâ He started, before a quick shake of your head stopped him from continuing.Â
âDean⌠It was your choice,â You shot back, a small grimace of pain following your words as you remembered that fateful night when Dean Winchester broke your heart. For your own good, heâd said. But it had been anything but.Â
Youâd loved him, with every damn cell in your body. Hell, you still did. But according to him, six years ago, the two of you had been a liability. You were a weak spot he couldnât protect. And that scared him. Enough to let you go. Even when you begged him not to.
âI know, and Iâve been regretting it ever since,â Dean broke through your trip down memory lane as he reached out to you in that achingly familiar way heâs done so many times before, to brush some stray hairs out of your eyes. Yet, before those slightly calloused fingers could reach you and burn against your skin, you sidestepped him and crossed your arms. Hugging yourself close as you suddenly felt very underdressed in your Wonder Woman costume.Â
âItâs too late for regrets,â You whispered, unable and unwilling to meet his eyes as you instead looked around at the crowds or trick or treaters. More specifically their parents, your neighbors. Many of whom were looking your way. Or more like Deanâs way. Since his FBI outfit stood out among the costumes.Â
âIâŚâ Dean started, but you simply shook your head before cutting off whatever he was trying to say.
âWhy are you here? Is there a⌠Anything I should be wary of?â You hesitated over your words. Keeping them vague enough to not arouse the suspicion or attention of one of your nosier neighbors as you felt your muscles tense. Still strong and lithe enough, even six years after your retirement. As you refused to rest on your laurels and kept up your training. Just in case your past caught up to you. If only to protect Lucas.Â
âNo,â Dean said as you eyed him warily. Not buying the single syllable answer.Â
âI promise, thereâs nothing here. Weâre just looking for someone living nearby who can help us out on a⌠Case,â He explained, keeping his words equally vague as he let his eyes travel across the crowds that were all inexplicably slowing down when they got close to where the two of you were standing. Looking for the latest piece of juicy cul de sac gossip most likely.
âAlright, thatâs good,â You said, a relieved sigh leaving you as your tense shoulders relaxed. Lucas was still safe. You both were. Which was all that mattered. It was all that could matter. Dean couldnât. Not anymore.
â(Y/N)...â Dean tried. Though you knew what he wanted to say. And you couldnât have that conversation. Not in the middle of the street with Mr. Brown, your neighborhood gossip, dressed as Frankenstein casting not-so-hidden curious glances in your direction.Â
âLook Dean. Iâve gotta go,â You rushed out, avoiding his pleading eyes as you busied yourself with fixing the already perfect whip of truth replica on your hip.
âButâŚâ Dean kept pushing, his hand once more reaching out for you, as if to stop you from slipping through his fingers.Â
Yet, before he could continue, or you could think up any excuse, an excited little voice loudly called out to you from your right. A small little streak of black and yellow wobbling up towards you with one hand lifted high in victory.Â
âMommy! Look! They gave me a big chocolate!â
As you refocused your attention towards your little superhero, you barely caught how Deanâs eyes opened wide as they went from you over to the little Batman hurrying up towards you as fast as his little feet could carry him. Cringing internally, you still pretended you didnât notice the look he threw you as you instead kept your eyes on Lucas.
âIs heâŚâ Dean started, but you missed the question as you wiped the heartbreak from your eyes and focused your attention back on your son. Dropping down to his level, you let him run into your arms waving the chocolate bar in his little hand.Â
âWow! Thatâs great, pumpkin! Did you say thank you?â You said, adding a layer of fake cheer into your voice as you squeezed your little treasure closer.
âI did! And I said Trick or Treat too!â Lucas said as he wiggled slightly out of your arms without actually leaving the hug to look up at you with a proud beaming smile. Clearly wanting to show you how he was a big boy now.Â
âYou did great! Such a big boy!â You praised as you ruffled the little nest of messy dark blonde hair on top of his head.Â
âHey there Batman,â Next to you Dean had also crouched down to be at Lucasâ height as he shot him a small smile. Before looking over at you out of the corner of his eyes, making you freeze up as you held your son closer.Â
âWho are you?â Lucas asked, suddenly shy as he half hid behind you, still clutching the chocolate bar in his small hand. Â
âIâm a friend of your motherâs,â Dean said with a soft smile as he looked down at the full bucket of halloween treats. His eyes wide in admiration, though you could still see the hint of heartbreak and loss behind those green orbs as he clearly came to the wrong conclusion regarding your son. Imagining another man where there wasnât one, and probably never would be. Yet he didnât let it show to Lucas as he beamed at him. âWow! Youâve gotten loads today, havenât you?â
âYeah! Mommy taught me how!â Lucas said proudly as he wiggled fully out of your arms now that he knew the man wasnât one of the scary strangers youâd cautioned him of. Gingerly putting down his bucket, Lucas lifted his mask to properly take in his haul and show his new friend all his treats.Â
Without the mask, there was no denying whose son he was. And as recognition flashed in Deanâs eyes, you knew he hadnât missed the similarities between your child and him as he looked back up at you. An endless amount of questions painting his green eyes a deeper shade as he looked between Lucas and you.Â
Wetting dry lips, you took a shaky breath as you gave Lucas a strained smile. Avoiding Deanâs eyes as you focused all your attention on your little superhero instead.Â
âMommy still needs to talk to her friend. Why donât you go with Aunty Tara to the next house, alright Batman?â You finally managed to push out as you gently fixed your sonâs mask and tried to soften the edges of your smile as you gave him a little nod towards where Tara was waiting when he seemed to hesitate.
âWill you come soon too Mommy?â He asked, his young little voice seeming a little dejected as he looked from his candy haul and up at you.Â
âI will baby,â You softened as you placed a feather light kiss on his crown of messy hair.
âPromise?â The mini Batman asked as he set those big green puppy eyes in you. Eyes you could never resist. From neither of the two men to either side of you.Â
âPinky promise,â You swore, crossing your heart before stretching out your pinky and linking it with your sonâs.
Giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek, Lucas finally seemed happy with your answer as he grabbed his little pumpkin shaped bucket again as hurried back over to Robbie and Tara while loudly telling them both that âmommy said sheâs coming soonâ.Â
For a second, Dean stayed silent next to you as you both got up from where youâd been crouched to speak to Lucas. The sounds of childrenâs laughter and hushed conversations between nosy neighbors filled the space between the two of you as you looked for a place to have the conversation youâd never thought youâd actually have to have. But as Dean grabbed your wrist, you were left stuck in place in the middle of the busy sidewalk.Â
âIs heâŚâ Dean started, not letting you move away from the crowd before he asked the question that had been shining out behind green eyes since he put two and two together.Â
âLetâs go somewhere elseâŚâ You hesitated, throwing cautious glances at the crowds around you. Though most of them had seemingly grown bored of your conversation once they realized nothing juicy was being said.
âIs he my son (Y/N)?â Dean insisted, though he kept his voice low and his words barely a whisper. Keeping them between just the two of you.Â
â... Dean,â You sighed, still not meeting his eyes as you looked around you. Making sure no one had heard his question. But Dean didnât let you shift the topic as he shook his head and kept his hand circled securely around your wrist.Â
â(Y/N), please,â He nearly begged, squeezing your wrist softly to make you look up at him. The fractured light hitting green eyes nearly took your breath away as you saw the desperate need to know shining back at you.
âYes. HeâŚâ Swallowing heavily you took a shaky breath, before once more looking down the street to find your little Batman in the crowds together with Tara.Â
âLucas is your son,â You finally continued as you found him. Happily talking Taraâs ear off like the little ladiesâ man he was.Â
âLucas,â Dean said carefully. Rolling the name around on his tongue as he followed your gaze down to look, awestruck, at his son.Â
âYeah, heâs just turned five not long ago,â You added with a soft smile. Remembering the late September birthday party. Which, no surprise, had been fully Batman themed. Just like everything had been lately.Â
âFive⌠Not long ago?â Dean questioned. Brows furrowed as he did the mental math. Counting backwards to the cold January night when he broke your heart.Â
âI found out I was pregnant shortly after you told me to leave,â Your words came out a bit more bitter than you meant for them to be. The sour taste of heartbreak still made it hard to sweeten the words.
âI never told you to leave,â Dean shot in, arguing semantics as his hand tightened slightly around the wrist he was still holding onto. Tugging your hand gently towards you, you shook your head at him when he still refused to let go. Biting back a bitter laugh and unwanted tears as you took a shaky breath.Â
âYou told me weâd never work out. Did you really think Iâd stick around after that?â You whispered, still managing to keep your voice low, though your emotions were causing havoc within your chest. Making it hard to even hear your own barely even there words.
âI just wanted you to be safe! You keptâŚâ Deanâs voice was loud enough to draw a few more curious glances as you shot him a wide eyed, panicked look before shaking your head imperceptibly. Wordlessly reminding him to be quiet. Taking a deep breath, Dean shot your nosy neighbors a shaky smile before leaning in closer and lowering his voice.
âLook, I know I fucked up. But, even if I did, how could you not tell me I had a son?â His whispered voice muted the incredulity and slight sadness at the betrayal in his tone, but it was still painfully clear to you as you grimaced. You knew you shouldâve told him. But your wounds had just been so damn fresh. So instead youâd relied on excuses. The same you leaned on as you finally looked back up to meet his green eyes.
âI tried⌠Your number was disconnected. The only number I had for you. And⌠Hell, I just didnât want to hurt anymore,â You sighed. Some of the truth slipping out together with your practiced excuse from nearly six years ago.Â
âIt was? Shit⌠Damn it. I lost a phone during a hunt. And I wouldâve done anything to have you back (Y/N). Thereâs no way I wouldâve hurt you. Not when every day without you was hell. Still, you couldâve called Sammy. Or just driven up to the bunker. OrâŚâ Dean was ranting as his hand finally slipped from your wrist to card through his hair in frustration. Though, from the way his eyes fell to the forgotten badge in his own hand, you knew he was mainly blaming himself as he cut off his words with a tired sigh.Â
âMaybe I could have, but I just⌠Fuck. I just couldnât. You hurt me and..â Cutting yourself off with a shake of your head you wrapped your arms back around yourself as if to protect your barely patched up heart and wet dry lips. Before squeezing your eyes shut, in a foolish effort to shut the world out.Â
For a few seconds, you let the silence settle between you as you tried to find the words. Knowing Dean was doing the same in front of you. Though you couldnât see him as you kept your eyes closed and let the bright dots floating in your cut off vision hypnotize you believing none of it had happened. That you were still just next to your son. Not being confronted with the ghosts of your own messy past.Â
âLook Dean⌠I canât do this. Not tonight. Not while Iâm dressed as fucking Wonder Woman,â You finally said with a tired shrug of your shoulders as you finally opened your eyes and met Deanâs head on. You knew you couldnât hide from your past anymore. Not when it had come nearly all the way to your front porch. But Lucas was waiting for you, and you needed privacy for the long overdue conversation with Dean. Something that was in short supply on the small cul de sac.Â
âYou look good in thatâŚâ Dean cut in, a small hint of his boyish grin and that trademark charm as he took you in, as if for the first time while you rolled your eyes at him. Though his attempt at lightening the mood still fell flat when weighed up against the heavy weight in your stomach from the many broken pieces of your heart that had dislodged from seeing him again.Â
âI know I do. But thatâs not the point. I canât. Not now,â You still let a small smile slip before you shook it, and the nostalgic emotions it was painted in, away and replaced them with tired resignation. As your own small smile that had temporarily brightened Deanâs fell away, so did his. Though his green eyes had softened slightly as he seemed to resign himself to not having all his questions answered by interrogating you on the sidewalk of your own street.Â
âJust tell me one thing. Are you happy? Is Lucas happy?â Deanâs quiet voice asked after a beat or two of silence. His eyes slightly shrouded by enviably thick lashes as he kept them downcast and focused on the polished shoes of his FBI outfit. His words made you look towards the houses again, easily spotting your little man a few homes down as you smiled and waved in his direction where he was busy waving your way.
âWe are and he is. We have a good life here. A safe home. Heâs the smartest little boy ever. Just like his dad,â You finally said as you let your hand drop. Glancing Deanâs way, you caught him looking towards Lucas as well. His eyes watching the small boy wistfully as he once more stuffed his hands into his pockets.Â
Wetting his lips, Dean seemed to hesitate for a second as he opened and closed his mouth wordlessly before finally tearing his eyes off of the son he hadnât known he had to look at you instead.Â
âCan I⌠Is it alright if I see him again? See you again?â
For a second, you hesitated. Your heart was stuck in your throat as you mulled over your answer. Thinking up and throwing away a million what ifs and reasons not to. But in the end, your heart won the battle. You could never forget Dean Winchester. And, no matter how he felt about you, and you about him, Lucas was his son. He deserved the chance to get to know the coolest kid you knew.Â
â... Bring Sam over after 7 pm tonight. Bring candy. And change out of those stuffy suits. Weâll⌠Talk over dinner,â You finally sighed, losing the battle with your heart as you hesitated over every word, even as youâd made up your mind to invite him over and already started planning the nightâs dinner in your head now that youâd have two more mouths to feed.Â
âYeah? Alright, yeah⌠Ok. Seven.  Iâll be there,â Dean was already walking backwards away from you, looking slightly hopeful and clearly itching to fill his little brother in to let Sam know he was an uncle. That bright boyish spark that youâd fallen in love with many years ago back in green eyes as he smiled cautiously at you. A slightly crooked smile that slowly grew warmer as your words sank in.Â
Throwing you a little wave, he turned around, ready to hurry back to his brother and call off the search so he could go raid some stores for candy and change. Yet, before he could take another step, your exasperated laughter made him stop as you rolled your eyes at his broad back.Â
âDean!â You called out after him, a raised eyebrow paired with a small knowing smirk as you watched him turn around to look at you. HIs green eyes wide and looking more than a little frazzled as you melted at the sight of the gorgeous man youâd fallen in love with many years ago. The man you never stopped loving. Even if he broke your heart. Â
âYou need to know where I live first,â You called out to him. No longer caring about nosy neighbors as you warmed your words with a small laugh that only grew louder as the âFBI agentâ stumbled over his own feet in his hurry to come back over to you.Â
âIâm just down the street, look for the white house with the green door. Down there,â You said, pointing in the direction of your small home. Next to you, Dean leaned in to see things from your viewpoint, carefully following your pointer finger as you felt your temperature rise from his proximity. Swallowing the cotton mouthed feeling, you found your lost voice between one heartbeat and the next as you let your hand fall and took a step back away from him to relearn how to breathe again.Â
â7 pm,â You repeated.Â
â7 pm,â He confirmed.Â
Before quickly throwing you another small, hopeful smile. And hurrying away with a mumbled promise of talking later and bringing candy.Â
As he walked down the street, looking slightly unsteady on his feet. You couldnât help the soft smile that played on your lips. Though you didnât know what would come from it. You couldn't help but feel slightly happy that heâd ran into you.Â
Like your own special Halloween treat. One that definitely didnât fit into Lucasâ plastic pumpkin bucket.Â
And though only time would tell what would happen. You couldnât wait to introduce the two bravest men you knew to the bravest, smartest little boy you knew. Casting one last glance at Dean, you quickly hurried after Tara and the boys.Â
Now you had another reason to make sure Batman and you were back home before the sun fully set. At a distance, you swore you could hear Deanâs excited voice as you smiled to yourself.Â
âSAMMY! Youâll never guessâŚâ
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OH my GOD. YES TREAT. I WANT TO BE THE TREAT.Â
AHhhhh Tales, this was so so so good!!! <3 I had to giggle at the way she snuck down the hall, gingerly placing the heels down lmao. AMAZING.Â
Trick or Treat
Pairing :Â Dean x reader
Summary:Â It's Halloween, and the reader wants a different kind of treat. And she knows exactly where to find it.
Warnings:Â Hinting at future smut, but nothing explicit in the story.Â
Word Count:Â 977
Y/N = Your Name
A/N: A little something written for my challenge to myself to post or reblog something Halloween related every day up to Halloween!
Opening your door just a sliver you looked out at the empty hallway while holding your breath. Though you knew very well that it would be deserted. You had, after all, planned out the whole night. Including sending Sammy away after promising him youâd help archive the hell out of the Men of Letters library if he made himself scarce for just one night.Â
Still, as a hunter, you were nothing if not thorough. And there was, after all, once more Winchester still left in the bunker. The reason for your whole little plan to begin with, your boyfriend; Dean Winchester.Â
Once you were sure the coast was clear, you slipped out of your room and into the slightly chilly hallway. Suppressing a shiver, you pulled your long coat closer around your body as you clutched your shoes in your hand and padded barefoot down the hallway towards Deanâs door.
After all, even the smallest sound would echo in the bunkerâs hallways. And you didnât want to ruin the surprise that youâd spent time planning and prepping.Â
Your heart was in your throat as you bit back a small smile, listening out for any sounds as you quietly snuck down the hall before coming to a full stop in front of Deanâs room. It was quiet inside, but that didnât phase you.
You knew heâd be in there. Since youâd promised him a movie date after you âfreshened upâ. Which meant Dean would be busy going through his movie collection to find the perfect Halloween night movie to cuddle up to.Â
Though you had other plans.Â
Holding your breath you gently placed your heels on the floor and gingerly stepped into them. Careful not to make a sound as you straightened back up and got your small, mischievous smile under control. Opening your coat, you looked down at your âcostumeâ one last time. Making sure everything was properly in place.Â
After all, it was the 31st of October. And no Halloween was complete without some good old fashioned trick or treating. And since you couldnât really go door to door. Youâd decided you deserved a different kinda treat. One with apple green eyes and sweet as sugar kisses. As well as a damned sinfully skillful tongue.Â
Biting your lip in anticipation, you reached out and knocked softly on Deanâs bedroom door as you hastily closed your trench coat and played with your hair; making sure it was falling just right.Â
Yet, Dean didnât come to the door as youâd planned. Instead his voice, deep and rich like chocolate, rang out happily oblivious to your plans from the other side of the door.Â
âCome on in (Y/N)!âÂ
Pouting at the still closed door. You straightened your shoulders and ignored his invitation. Choosing instead to knock again. After all, what trick or treater just opened a door and walked in? There was an order to these things.
 âSweetheart?â From the other side of the door, you could hear the telltale creaking of Dean slipping off of his bed to walk the few steps to the door as confusion stained his voice in a slightly deeper, wary tone. His hunterâs instincts kicking in automatically from the unusual reaction.Â
Still, you kept your mouth shut as you waited for the door to open. One hand keeping your jacket closed as you tried, and failed, to keep the small, playful smirk off of your carefully painted lips.Â
Knowing Dean, you knew heâd open the door whether or not you replied.Â
Sure, he would be slightly on edge and ready to strike when he did due to the lack of answer from you. But he would relax the moment he saw you. After all, you knew your boyfriend of 5 years. And youâd planned out the whole night perfectly. Down to the littlest detail. Any thoughts of fight or flight would fade away as soon as he saw you.Â
â(Y/N) what are youâŚâ Deans started as he opened the door. Only for his words to die out the moment you let your coat slip open and drop to the floor with a soft thud. Showing off the leather and lace nurse-themed lingerie costume youâd bought for the occasion.Â
Soft leather straps hugged your curves in all the right places as lace barely covered up the rest of your bodice. Leaving just enough to the imagination to make Dean suck in a sharp breath as he devoured you with his eyes. Want and need burning in forest fire eyes as he let his teeth graze his bottom lip while he took it all in. From the soft swell of your barely contained breasts to the small little details that showed off the theme of the lingerie set/Halloween costume.Â
âTrick or treat?â You asked, a small little knowing smirk on your red lips as you raised an eyebrow at your momentarily dumbstruck boyfriend where he was busy finding his voice again.Â
âDamn it womanâŚâ Dean finally said breathlessly as he reached out for you, only for you to take a quick step back, out of his reach, with a small victorious laugh.Â
âI asked you a question Winchester. Trick or treat?â You repeated, letting your tongue roll against your bottom lip as your hands traveled across the lace patterns you knew Dean longed to explore. Teasing an impatient groan out of him that had you bite back a needy whine of your own.Â
Using his lightning fast reflexes, your boyfriend reached out for you. This time catching you by the wrist and pulling you flush against his body as his free hand greedily grabbed at your ass, rolling his hips against you to let you feel exactly what you did to him.Â
âTreat. Definitely treat,â Dean growled, before swallowing your small laugh with a hungry kiss and pulling you into his room.Â
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Yours to Protect - Chapter Seven
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 4223
Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one mediocre night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, talks of violence, fear, teeniest bit of fluff if you squint very very hard, sassy Dean, Sassy Y/N. Â
A/N: Anddddd weâre back to normal - it feels so good!! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the new add - let me know what you think if you have time - it means the world to me <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsâââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
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Y/N was infuriated, her veins burning with the anger that fuelled them as she furiously threw Deanâs dressing gown across her bedroom. Not only had he purposely rudely awoke her, something she was convinced of despite his denial, but now he was demanding that she change her name, go to work in a garage and pretend to be his girlfriend!? She dreaded to think what was coming next, especially with how she was not able to predict her bodyguards next movements.
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Summary: Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her lifeâŚforever.
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Yours to Protect - Chapter Seven
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 4223
Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one mediocre night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, talks of violence, fear, teeniest bit of fluff if you squint very very hard, sassy Dean, Sassy Y/N. Â
A/N: Anddddd weâre back to normal - it feels so good!! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the new add - let me know what you think if you have time - it means the world to me <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsâââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
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Y/N was infuriated, her veins burning with the anger that fuelled them as she furiously threw Deanâs dressing gown across her bedroom. Not only had he purposely rudely awoke her, something she was convinced of despite his denial, but now he was demanding that she change her name, go to work in a garage and pretend to be his girlfriend!? She dreaded to think what was coming next, especially with how she was not able to predict her bodyguards next movements.
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Yours to Protect - Chapter Seven
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 4223
Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one mediocre night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, talks of violence, fear, teeniest bit of fluff if you squint very very hard, sassy Dean, Sassy Y/N. Â
A/N: Anddddd weâre back to normal - it feels so good!! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the new add - let me know what you think if you have time - it means the world to me <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsâââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
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Y/N was infuriated, her veins burning with the anger that fuelled them as she furiously threw Deanâs dressing gown across her bedroom. Not only had he purposely rudely awoke her, something she was convinced of despite his denial, but now he was demanding that she change her name, go to work in a garage and pretend to be his girlfriend!? She dreaded to think what was coming next, especially with how she was not able to predict her bodyguards next movements.
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Yours to Protect - Chapter Seven
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 4223
Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one mediocre night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, talks of violence, fear, teeniest bit of fluff if you squint very very hard, sassy Dean, Sassy Y/N. Â
A/N: Anddddd weâre back to normal - it feels so good!! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the new add - let me know what you think if you have time - it means the world to me <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsâââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
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Y/N was infuriated, her veins burning with the anger that fuelled them as she furiously threw Deanâs dressing gown across her bedroom. Not only had he purposely rudely awoke her, something she was convinced of despite his denial, but now he was demanding that she change her name, go to work in a garage and pretend to be his girlfriend!? She dreaded to think what was coming next, especially with how she was not able to predict her bodyguards next movements.
With hands on her hips, she paced back and forth as she lowly muttered to herself, wanting to calm down a little before she went back downstairs to the man who had managed to push every single one of her buttons. Yet before all that, she had to put on the clothes she was wearing yesterday.
With disgust, she eyed the pile of cloth that was sitting upon the old wicker chair by the window. She had thrown them there not long after her shower, not caring if they got creased or not because in her tired state of mind, she forgot that she didnât have anything else with her. It was either that, or nothing. So, with disdain she marched over and pulled at the jeans, hiking them up her legs before she roughly grabbed for the t-shirt and hoodie, both of them citing âpolice academyâ in white lettering which caused her to immediately stop in her tracks.
She couldnât go outside in these, not when she was meant to be keeping a low profile. This was just like basic advertising that she was under witness protectionâŚright? If she put those on, then she may as well wear a massive neon sign that said âIâm the one in hidingâ.  But what else had she got? Y/N hated to admit it, but she was going to have to turn to her bodyguard for advice. Great.
With a heavy sign, and with said items held tightly in her hands, she marched over towards her door and pulled it open before she stuck her head out to yell for the man who had to help with this situation, âDean!â
The journalist waited a few seconds, craning her head and angling her ear to aid her hearing to see if he had heard her but when she was met with nothing but silence, she let out a frustrated huff and raised her voice, adding an urgency to her tone. âDEAN!â
âWhat?!â He shouted back, heavy steps sounding on the stairs before he appeared at the end of the corridor, looking more than a little irritated at her disturbance. Still, within a few strides he was at her door, the wood only pulled back enough for her to pop her head through, not wanting to show him her bra covered breasts.
âI canât get dressed,â she explained, watching how his frown quickly deepened with annoyance.
âWhy the hell not?â He barked, crossing his arms across his broad chest as he stared her down. She knew he was doing this as a move to try and intimidate her, but it wasnât working. If anything it only caused her to roll her eyes before she quickly threw the balled up hoodie and t-shirt in her fists at him, resulting in him stumbling to try and catch them.
âDo you not think this will ring alarm bells for people? You want to go to all lengths to protect me, so surely walking around town in police academy gear might raise some questions?â
âWell I canât leave you here alone,â he argued, dropping the items he had in his hand to the floor carelessly, âThat is completely out of the question.â
âSo is me leaving the house with my breasts on show for everyone.â
Dean held her gaze for a good few seconds before he dropped his head with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose with a finger and thumb. She knew he was going over options in his head, but she never anticipated him turning around and opening the door to the bedroom across from her. From her spot, she watched how he rummaged in a drawer that was just in view, before he pulled out an item and made his way back to her.
âHere,â he grunted, throwing a cotton t-shirt at her through the small gap her head was peeing through. She wasnât as quick as him though at catching, so it fell to the floor, her eyes now trained on the light grey fabric that rested close to her feet.
âWhat the hell is this?â
âItâs one of my old shirts I left behind last time I visited, itâll be fine for now,â he grunted as she bent down to pick it up, the cotton light between her fingers as she pulled it close to her chest. âDonât get attached to it, weâll get you some more stuff while weâre out.â
âThanks,â she breathed, actually feeling grateful that he had thought of her in that respect. It didnât negate his earlier actions though - those she was most definitely still pissed about.
Shutting the door not long after she had watched Dean walk away, she found the opening of the t-shirt and threaded her arms through the sleeves before pulling it over her head. When she looked in the mirror, she noticed that it had a faded Led Zeppelin logo on the front and it caused her to smile slightly. It was clear that this piece of clothing was old, and had been worn many times before now; it was also a tad on the large side, stopping at her mid thigh. Nevertheless, she made it work by tucking the front into her jeans just to attempt to make it a little more stylish. It would work for now, and ensuring that she looked the best that she could, she slipped her sore feet back into the heels she was wearing when she fled.
Feeling satisfied at her reflection and her appearance, she rubbed her palms against the thighs of her jeans before she exited her room and began the descent down the stairs towards her bodyguard. She might not be too keen on spending time with him, but she was more than ready to buy some clean clothes and more comfortable footwear. The sooner the better.
The journalist hadnât anticipated him waiting for her though, and as soon as the kitchen came into view, their eyes connected. He was waiting against the long wooden table, his arms crossed across his chest as his eyebrows raised slightly at her appearance. Soon though, that cocky smirk she had seen so many times already adorned his lips.
âHey look at that, first hour being my fake girlfriend and youâre already stealing my stuff,â Dean remarked, pushing off from his position as he checked his pockets for what she assumed were the keys to this place.
âOh, shut up,â she whined exasperatedly. She was already so fed up with the situation, with him calling the shots and the idea of having to pretend he meant something to her. âSo whatâs the plan for today then, oh Master?â
Her sarcasm was paired with a mocking bow and a roll of her eyes, yet her actions didnât seem to bother her bodyguard one bit. Instead, he just let out a low chuckle and flashed her a wink, âI prefer Sir.â
Y/N didnât expect to choke on her own saliva but yet here she was, covering her mouth with her hand as she coughed and her eyes watered. She didnât dare to look over at Dean, didnât want to witness the smug expression that was probably painting his face right now as she tried to digest his words. Thankfully, though, he just continued the conversation without further comment on the matter.
âWeâre stocking up on groceries, getting you some new clothes but first weâll be stopping by the garage so Bobby can meet you before tomorrow.â
âRight,â she croaked, moving towards the sink so she could grab a glass of water.
âOh, and then we need to sort out your hair like Sam suggested so keep that hat on will you?â Before she could even turn on the faucet, he threw the beanie she had been wearing at her before he turned to open the front door, not even giving her a second glance as he walked out and began to quickly check the area to ensure it was safe.
She had caught it easily, but stood a little dumbfounded as the words sank in. âYouâre joking, right!?â Y/N called after him before she waited for a response, but none came. Instead, she marched towards the entrance of the house and saw him waiting for her on the sidewalk. Â âDean, Iâm not changing my hair color.â
It appeared like her words fell on deaf ears as he didnât even give a simple response, instead he waited for her to shut the door behind her before gesturing to the hill in front of him with his head.
âCome on,â he encouraged, pointing ahead of him as he began to take a step forward in that direction. âThe garage is only up here.â
She hurried to join him on his path, the warm sun unrelenting as it beat down upon them and she could only let out a low growl in annoyance. Not only is she in full jeans, heels and Deanâs t-shirt, but she was also being forced to wear a stuffy black hat which would only make her sweat even more so than usual. What a great first impression thatâs going to make!
âWhy arenât you listening to me?â Y/N huffed, rushing to catch up to him so she could at least stay by his side instead of trailing behind like a shadow. Although it was impeccably hard to keep up with his strides when her feet were sore and aching, whilst being cocooned in uncomfortable footwear.
âI have no choice but to listen to you, Princess,â Dean sighed, surveying his surroundings before he looked down at her and forced a smile. âNow, time to put your game face on. In this town, people peek through their curtains when you walk past, and everyone knows everyone.â
With that statement, she noticed how he offered her his hand, his fingers slightly wiggling in invitation as he looked at her expectantly. He wanted her to hold his hand, to start off the pretense that they were lovers already and they had literally just left the house.
âSeriously?â She asked, her eyebrows meeting her hairline as she stopped walking, causing Dean to come to a halt too.
âOne hundred percent,â he confirmed, his arm still outstretched as an invitation towards her. When she didnât accept it straight away, he was quick to give her a reminder of their conversation only an hour before. âRemember what we talked about.â
For fuckâs sake, Y/N thought as she eyed his palm before her vision travelled to that of his smug grin. She couldnât believe she had been put in this position, that this was her only way of surviving. How on earth was she meant to convincingly act as though she was in love with this man when he irritated her so deeply? When a single glance from him caused all the fires of fury deep inside of her to roar as though theyâve been doused with gasoline?
But what was she to do? There was no other choice.
âUgh,â she groaned, curling her nose a little before she entwined her fingers into his.
Almost immediately, he tightened his hold, clamping down on her to ensure that she wasnât going to go anywhere without his say so. If she didnât know any better, she would have guessed that he was worried about her running to get out of this situation, but who was she kidding? She wouldnât be able to get anywhere far in the heels that she was wearing.
âYou could look more happy,â Dean stated, breaking her from her wandering thoughts as they continued their ascent of the hill. âYour incredible boyfriend of six months has whisked you away to the beach to get away from all your crazy for an undetermined amount of time.â
âMy crazy?â She spluttered, not believing the words that were falling from his mouth so easily. Of course, it wasnât entirely a lie - her life had gone a bit cuckoo in the last twenty-four hours but he didnât have to make it out like it was a standard, everyday occurrence.
âYeah,â he agreed easily, shrugging his shoulders before he waved sweetly at a passer-by, an elderly woman walking her toy poodle on the opposite side of the street, her focus solely on them. âItâs been a bit shit for you lately. Your mom is on your back constantly about everything and anything, plus you lost your job. So, with my encouragement, I told you to write that book you always wanted and whisked you out here for inspiration.â
âWow. What a lovely fake boyfriend,â Y/N muttered under her breath, hoping he wouldnât catch it but she was out of luck for that one.
âThe best,â came Deanâs quick witted response, sending her a side wink as she chanced a glance at him.
If there was one thing her journalistic instincts were telling her when it came to her bodyguard, it was that he most definitely had an intriguing and interesting story. There was much more than what met the naked eye, and she was curious as to what may lie beneath his stony yet cocky exterior. Every now and then, sheâs awarded a little peak at the core of him, like rays of sun trying to penetrate a dark cave through the rocks that block the entrance. But she wanted to know more, needed to know what he was about because right now, she was getting a whiplash from his multiple personalities. From standoffish and rude, to thoughtful and kind, to this flirty yet cocky side of him. There was one constant that remained through them all though, and that was his arrogant need to be right the majority of the time.
âYou got your name?â
âHm?â His voice broke her from her thoughts, and it took her a few seconds to register the words he had muttered while she was lost inside her own head. Yet when they did sink in, her face morphed into one of a grimace. âDo I really have to change it?â
âItâs just a precaution,â Dean breathed, slowing his pace slightly as he could tell that she was starting to struggle on her feet. âIf they find out who you are, theyâll hunt down and check out every Y/N until they find the right one.â
âBut what did you tell Bobby?â She questioned, her brows furrowed as she awaited his answer. âSurely he knows right?â
âActually no,â her bodyguard clarified, looking ahead at their path as they continued to walk. âHe told me he was in need of someone to man the phones, and I offered both our services. I told you, he trusts me. Hence why you are meeting him today.â
âButâŚwhat if I donât remember it? Or I donât answer to it? Donât you think that would be a little weird?â Y/N had a point, and she knew it. It was one that made Dean look at her in question, his green eyes reading hers as he mulled over her query in his head.
âAlright, then what about a nickname? Something youâre used to someone calling you that is not general knowledge?â
âI guess,â she trailed off, and she didnât even have to think about what that could be, knowing that she had one that she was called all the time back in her hometown, âThat would be...CJ,â
âCJ?â Dean asked, his voice raising a little at the end to indicate that he was clearly thrown off by the name that left her. âWhat does that stand for?â
âDoes it really matter?â Y/N argued, feeling heat warm her cheeks more than the sun was already doing as she thought about the truth.
âAs your fake boyfriend, yes it matters,â Dean stated clearly, one hand on his chest as though he was trying to reinforce his point. It was then that he stepped in front of her to stop her from walking, his gaze trained on her face as he not so patiently awaited her answer. God, he was so annoying.
âUgh, fine!â She relented, throwing her free hand in the air in exasperation while her next sentence left her in a whisper, âCalamity Jane.â
âAs in the movie?â he attempted to clarify, his lips already upturning as he continued to vocalise his thoughts. âAs in the western musical?â
âAs in Doris Day, yes,â Y/N grumpily clarified, not enjoying the way his mouth was now adorning a widening beam of joy.
âYeah, that makes sense,â he chuckled, falling back to walk beside her as they continued their journey up what felt like the never ending hill.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?!â
âThe way you got yourself into this situation, the way you walked into me while I was carrying a full glass of red wine for my dateâŚâ
Oh my god, would he let this go already? Y/N shouted in her head, already tired of having this same argument over and over again.
âOkay one, this situation hasnât got anything to do with me being clumsy by nature and secondly, you werenât looking where you were going,â she clarified, poking him hard in his arm as that was all that was deemed appropriate considering they were out in public and she had a part to play.
âNo no,â he disagreed softly, enjoying this moment far too much. âIt was you that wasnât aware of her surroundings.â
âYou have your theory, I have mine,â she argued under her breath, not allowing him to win this just because she had to pretend to be his doting girlfriend.
âItâs not a theory, itâs the truth,â Dean contested, nodding his head forwards in a gesture for her to look ahead.
When she did, she noticed how a garage was coming into view, the building small but welcoming. There were a few cars out front, as well as a large workshop with its doors wide open and an old Volkswagen lifted into the air.
âIn your opinion,â she hushed back, knowing that the closer they got to the place she was going to be working at, the less she was going to be able to state her piece.
âYouâre infuriating,â Dean huffed, his good mood from moments earlier having dissipated now they were walking across the parking lot of the business.
âFeelings mutual,â she murmured, hoping that he wouldnât hear it as the last thing she wanted to do right now was to have a massive slinging match in the middle of a car park and in front of people she had never met.
Before she could let her mind go any further though, an old yet seemingly happy man came out to greet them as he wiped his greasy hands onto an used rag that had been tucked into the back of his overall pocket. He looked kind, like the years had been good to him and it shocked her that out of all the places she could have laid low, Dean had chosen to put her here. The last thing she wanted was to get any civilians hurt just because she was an individual that was being hunted like she was a piece of meat.
âDean!â The elderly mechanic bellowed, his arms outstretched wide for a hug as he approached, and her bodyguard happily obliged. She immediately attempted to let go of his hand, wanting to give them some space but Dean was not letting her go.
âHey Bobby,â he said gently, a warmth to his tone that told her this man was important to him.
âAnd you must be his new girl,â the older man surmised, gently slapping Dean on his shoulder before he looked over at Y/N, extending his palm for her to shake.  âItâs a pleasure to meet youâŚâ
â...CJ,â she finished off his sentence, looking quickly back at her protector who gave her a small smile of approval. Looking back at Bobby, she mirrored his happy expression before sliding her free hand into his and shook it.
âWelcome to my little slice of heaven, CJ,â Bobby said with a happy tone, turning towards his garage before he gestured for the pair to follow him. âIâll be honest, Iâm glad Dean decided to whisk you both down here as I am in desperate need of extra pairs of hands.â
âBusiness booming?â Dean asked, taking in his surroundings as they walked into the open working space. There were tools strewn about on various workstations, a small old radio in the back pumping out classic rock and a little office that was situated in the corner, its thin windows lined with horizontal blinds that were in desperate need of dusting.
âSomethinâ like that,â the older mechanic clarified as he guided them through the workspace, stopping short of a dirty and oil splotched door. His fingers wrapped around the brass handle, before he opened it and gestured to the highly messy inside. âYouâll be in here CJ. Answering calls, booking appointments, helping make sure the ship runs a bit tighter.â
âThat I can do,â she confirmed, although she tried to suppress her shocked expression at the mountain of papers and folders that seemed to be in random piles all over the place.
âAnd Dean, we have a complicated repair with your name on it,â Bobby chuckled, motioning with his hand for them to follow him further into the back of the garage. It was there that her eyes fell upon bright red paint, the vehicle capturing her attention almost immediately; it was beautiful. âOld mustang, stubborn bastard; itâs right up your alley.â
âSounds fun,â Dean chuckled, knocking his knuckles against the hood as he surveyed it, taking it all in.
Maybe working here wasnât going to be so bad. She was going to be in her own little room, where the blinds could remain shut so she wasnât going to have to permanently look at her bodyguard's face or remain in his immediate vicinity. That would be her own slice of heaven, her own piece of solitude away from the man that was currently in charge of her every movement.
âBenny isnât here right now, else Iâd introduce you to him,â Bobby continued, scratching at the beard that adored his chin. âHeâs off putting his moves on Andrea down at the beach.â
To that, Dean let out a loud laugh and Y/N couldnât help but notice the way his eyes crinkled in the corners when he was genuinely happy. âHe still trying?â
âHe never stopped. She certainly gives him a run for his buck, thatâs for sure,â the mechanic chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back onto the hood of the mustang, crossing his arms over his chest.
âWell, we gotta run a few errands Bobby, but do you want us here at 9am tomorrow?â Dean questioned,
âSounds good, kid,â the mechanic confirmed, âLook forward to having you both.â
âThanks for the opportunity,â Y/N politely said, giving him a warm smile to match her words. She might have been irritated at the start about having to work somewhere while in witness protection, but now she had seen the place, she was starting to come around to the idea that it could be a good way to keep her mind occupied. She was still worried about bringing danger to this good manâs door though.
âNo need for formalities, CJ,â Bobby huffed a small laugh before looking over to the green eyed man that was still holding tightly to her hand. âDean thinks highly of you, he wouldnât just allow anyone to meet his nearest and dearest, let alone work with them everyday. That means I know youâre going to do just fine here.â
He thought highly of her? She thought, Well we all know thatâs an act.
Still, it gave her confidence that maybe they could actually pull this whole fake couple thing off, that they wouldnât raise any suspicions as long as they kept their story straight and their game faces on. Maybe, just maybe, she would be safe here after all. But before her thoughts could wander anymore, before she could get lost in the mystery of Dean she was building up in her mind, the man himself tugged gently on her hand and brought her attention back to him.
âCome on, I promised you some new clothes,â he said sweetly, giving her a loving smile before he let go of his hold on her and instead, slid his arm around her shoulders. It was all for show, and the look the mechanic in front of them gave the pair confirmed the exact same thing that she was thinking. What a smooth motherfucker.
âWell, enjoy and Dean, I wish you the best of luck,â Bobby laughed before he waved them off with his cloth, âRather you than me.â
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*blows dust off the fics, shelves and the blog*
*leaves the cobwebs as a Halloween decoration*Â
Yes...itâs been a while.
No - I wonât bore you all with the story as to why I disappeared and what happened. All I can tell you was that I was severely burned out. I hit a wall and no matter what I tried, or what I did - I couldnât get through it or over it.Â
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Yours To Protect - Chapter Six
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 2893
Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one mediocre night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, talks of violence, fear, talks of anxiety, commanding Dean, arguments [spoilers] fake dating anyone?
A/N: I canât tell you how much I am enjoying writing the dynamic between these two guys - itâs so so fun! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the new add - let me know what you think if you have time - it means the world to me <3Â
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3
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Yours To Protect - Chapter Six
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 2893
Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one mediocre night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, talks of violence, fear, talks of anxiety, commanding Dean, arguments [spoilers] fake dating anyone?
A/N: I canât tell you how much I am enjoying writing the dynamic between these two guys - itâs so so fun! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the new add - let me know what you think if you have time - it means the world to me <3Â
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3
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Afternoon sun streamed through the window that stood opposite the double bed Y/N was currently faceplanting. After a quick shower, she practically fell into her room and onto the mattress before she could properly dry, leaving nothing but a thin sheet to cover her naked body. Surprisingly, she had slept quite well considering the events that had unfolded not even twenty four hours before, however she was blaming that on the fact she had been awake for nearly that exact amount of time.
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Yours To Protect - Chapter Six
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 2893
Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one mediocre night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, talks of violence, fear, talks of anxiety, commanding Dean, arguments [spoilers] fake dating anyone?
A/N: I canât tell you how much I am enjoying writing the dynamic between these two guys - itâs so so fun! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the new add - let me know what you think if you have time - it means the world to me <3Â
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3
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Afternoon sun streamed through the window that stood opposite the double bed Y/N was currently faceplanting. After a quick shower, she practically fell into her room and onto the mattress before she could properly dry, leaving nothing but a thin sheet to cover her naked body. Surprisingly, she had slept quite well considering the events that had unfolded not even twenty four hours before, however she was blaming that on the fact she had been awake for nearly that exact amount of time.
She thought, though, that her wake up would be peaceful. That she would naturally arise from her slumber to the sound of waves lapping against the shore, or birdsong from the nearby woods. But instead, the sound of very loud and terrifying bangs caused her to jolt upright, her heart pounding against her ribs as she began to spiral into a panic. Immediately her mind took her back to yesterday, to where she was hiding in fear for her life as a maniac was hunting her down like some sort of dog.
Her chest tightened, her breathing was sporadic as the constant thudding sent her into a frenzy, her fists white knuckling the cotton that enveloped her as she feared for her life. What if the Stines had already found her? What if they had killed Dean and were now tearing the house apart until they could do the same to her? What if theyâ
Her mind was whirring, dangerous thoughts flooding her senses with every passing second as her widened eyes stayed trained on the old wooden door to the right of her. She was waiting for murderers to knock it down and hold a gun to her head, expected all hell to break lose in a matter of minutes; she was a deer caught in the headlights, a terrified fawn trembling as she waited for safety to come and envelop her.
But nothing came.
As more time passed by and the haze of her panic slowly began to clear, she attempted to focus on the recurring sound while trying to make sense of just what it could be. With a clear head, it only took her moments to realise that the source of all the incessant thuds were not from an intruder, it was in fact from someone doing some handiwork in or around this house.
Itâs too fucking early for this, she thought as she looked to the small side table to find a clock, only to realise it was in fact midday.
âStill too early,â she grumbled, âand incredibly inconsiderate.â
There was no point in Y/N trying to go back to sleep, not now that she had been so rudely awakened. She also decided that this way, she could perhaps go to bed at a reasonable time later than evening to get back into a normal routine - although she knew nothing about this situation was ordinary. She had to let out a scoff at that, shaking her head as she gingerly placed her bare feet down onto the thin carpet beneath her, them still being sore from the thousand cuts she had received. She had applied some healing balm that Dean had thrown at her, but they were still very much tender to put weight on.
Looking across to the pile of fabric left on the chair, she sighed. Ideally, she didnât want to get dressed in the clothes she wore yesterday but practically, there wasnât anything else she could wear. However, she did spy a dressing gown yesterday that hung in the bathroom on a peg, and her thoughts went to wearing that - at least until she could go shopping.
So, with quiet steps and a cautious hand, she wrapped her palm around the black iron handle of her door and pulled, leaning out to ensure that Dean wasnât about to walk upstairs and find her wrapped in a sheet. When she heard the loud banging continue beneath her though, she breathed a sigh of relief that the coast was clear and fastly made her way to where the large fluffy robe was hanging, wasting no time in wrapping it around her body before the bodyguard could catch her in the nude.
Once she knew her modesty was safe, a surge of confidence rushed through her body, adding to the fiery rage that was consuming her as she marched down the hallway to the stairs. The journalist was fully intent on ripping a strip off whoever was creating enough commotion to wake her, and then she would do the same to her supposed bodyguard who hadnât let this person know that she had been through a traumatic event and needed her rest. Yet, as she descended the steps to the lower floor, her eyes landed on no other than the green eyed man himself who was currently wielding a hammer and was happily banging a nail into a piece of wood.
This - fucking - man.
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â Y/N exclaimed, her words venomous as she stared down the man who didnât even bother to glance in her direction. Instead, he just reached for another nail and began to hammer it into the wood of the cupboard.
âSome general maintenance around the place,â he replied, a small shrug carrying on his shoulders before he gestured to his work. âWhatâs it look like?â
God, he was fucking infuriating.
âAnd you didnât even think what all this noise might have done to me?!â She fired back, her hands gesturing wildly due to her anger. How the hell she was supposed to live with this man was a mystery. It hadnât even been a full day and he was already driving her crazy.
âYou were asleep,â Dean stated simply, before he finally glanced in his direction, his brow furrowing when he took in her attire.
âAll the more reason to avoid manual labor!â
âWhy are you wearing my dressing gown?â He questioned, ignoring the obvious rage that was emanating off of Y/N in waves, the hammer in his hand now pointing in her direction.
âBecause I have no clothes?â It was a simple statement, one that she thought was quite obvious, but then again, maybe she was assuming too much of the supposed best bodyguard in the business.
âWhat about what you came here in?â Dean huffed grumpily, throwing his tools onto the table in front of him. âTake it off.â
âNo.â
Her response had his frown deepen, and his eyes roamed about her figure before he fired back his question, âWhy?â
Firstly, she thought, because I have never in my life done what a man has fucking told me, and I am not about to start now. Then secondly? Iâm in my birthday suit and there is no way in hell he is seeing that gift.
âI canât,â she stated simply, making a point of tying the belt tighter around her waist before crossing her arms over her chest. She felt heat burn at her cheeks, her gaze not meeting his as instead she focused on a scuffed part of the wooden floor in front of her.
âAre youâŚare you naââ
Mother of god, how she didnât want to answer that.
â--Look, do you have any idea how inconsiderate this is?â Y/N cut in, wanting to direct the conversation away from the fact she was naked, not liking the idea of the man in front of her picturing her bare form under his dressing gown. Besides, she still had a point to make and she wanted to go back to the fact that he was being rude.
âJobs needed doing and I was bored. How would I know that youâre such a light sleeper?â
âBy having some consideration!?â
âOkay, youâre being dramatic,â Dean said with an unimpressed tone, rolling his eyes as he moved to wrap his hands around the cupboard door, picking up the wood before attempting to settle it into place.
âIâm bein-âY/N started, before stopping herself, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she knew exasperating matters would get her nowhere. That and her veins were free of caffeine and she needed her next fix stat. âYou know what? I need coffee.â
âWe havenât got any, Iâll need to stop by a store to get some supplies.â
The words he spoke, the information he fed her, only fuelled the flames of fury that roared deep inside her soul. Not only did he wake her up by banging everything with a fucking hammer, but there was no coffee in the house. Her fists were balled at her sides, her teeth biting the inner skin of her cheek as she tried to pull back her anger. She was tired, hurt, the soles of her feet still throbbing and all she wanted was one simply sweet taste of the black stuff to help start her day. But no - her normal was lost, it had been given away and placed in the killers hands the moment she witnessed the murder.
So, taking a deep breath, she chose to instead pull back a wooden chair and sit at the dining table, her head in one of her hands as the other messed with a small screwdriver. âWhy are you even working on this hideout anyway?â
âSomething to do while waiting for you to get up,â he stated simply, lining up what he needed before he turned to place the wood back onto the surface he got it from, his gaze landing on her. âGlad youâve taken a seat, weâve got a lot to go over.â
âWithout coffee?â she complained, a small huff at the end of her sentence which caused the hair that dangled in front of her eyes to float over to the left.
âSuck it up, princess.â
âStop calling me that!â She snapped, making a point of slapping her palm against the table. It was only upon reflection did she realise that move she made  had her looking like a tantruming toddler.
âStop acting like one.â His retaliation stung, but she bit her tongue, watching instead on how Dean slowly leaned against the table and stared her down, ordering her attention. âYouâre under my command here, Y/N. What I say goes, remember?â
âVividly,â she pushed out through gritted teeth.
âRight, so listen clearly,â he started, his stance unmoving as his sight stayed trained on her. âAs of tomorrow, youâre going to be working as a receptionist for a nearby car garage.â
âWhat?!â Her words came out louder than she intended, but she never thought for one minute that she would be out here working when she was meant to be in hiding. âBut Iâm in witness protection! Since when does that involve throwing myself out to the general public?â
âDid you honestly think you were gonna sit down and watch Netflix all day for the next however long weâre here?â Deanâs sarcastic tone weighed heavy on her nerves, but it also caused her to think - she hadnât actually thought about what she wanted to do while away from her home.
âIâŚwellâŚmaybe?â Y/N stammered, rolling the screwdriver away from her before sitting back in her chair. âThat and I wanted to do my actual job.â
âWhat? Reporting for the local paper?â He scoffed, shaking his head as he stood a little straighter, resting only two fingers upon the table. âDo you really think having access to the internet, where anyone could track your IP is a smart move?â
âHow did you-you know what, nevermind.â
âLook, Iâm friends with the owner of the place youâll be at, alright? We go way back, youâll be looked after,â he explained, his tone a little softer, almost as if he was being empathetic to her situation.
âThis is insane,â she breathed, shaking her head minimally as she tried to make sense of everything. âI thought we had to be incognito, how does hanging out with your friends help with that?â
âBecause Iâm not the person theyâre chasing, and Bobby was part of the force for a long time before he retired here,â Dean justified. âHeâs safe, and I trust him.â
âSo he knows about all of this?â
âOh no. The less he knows the better,â he quickly responded, drawing in his bottom lip with his tongue as he finally broke eye contact, choosing instead to tap against the table with his knuckle before he ran his fingers over the back of his neck. âHe thinks Iâm down here for a change of scenery, that me and my steady girlfriend want to breathe in the fresh sea air while taking a break from city life.â
âIâm sorry, WHAT?!â The exclamation fell from her lips before she even had time to draw her next breath. Her mouth was agape, her brows knitted tightly together as she wore a very shocked expression.
Did he honestly just say he wanted her to be his fucking fake girlfriend?!
âWhich part do you need clarification on?â Dean huffed, gesturing towards her as he leaned himself back against the counters behind him, crossing one ankle over the other.
âYour girlfriend?â she shrieked, her palms pushing against the edge of the wooden surface she was sitting at. âYouâve told him Iâm your girlfriend?! Over my dead ass cold bod--â
â--Y/N, how else do you expect me to sell this situation to him, and the rest of this small village, if we werenât hooking up?â The bodyguard cut in, causing her to send him a look that could kill. She was furious.
âMAYBE I could just beâŚaâŚ.friend!â She argued, pushing herself up from her chair before she frantically started to pace the room. There was no way in hell she was pretending to be anything romantic with him. How could she?! For one, he did nothing but annoy her; every damn minute she had spent with him had been met with nothing but aggravation. They would not be convincing as a couple.
âBobby knows all of my friends, and my family - he would smell that bullshit a mile away,â Dean explained, his tone a little softer as if he was gently trying to calm the fires that roared within her soul. âWhereas my girlfriend is someone heâs not met, someone he doesnât have to know about as I keep all that pretty private and so he wonât ask too many questions.â
It made sense - and she hated that it did. It caused her eye to twitch, her jaw to clench and her foot to tap mercilessly against the floor. His plan meant that he could be himself, that both of them wouldnât have to go through the worry of getting new I.Dâs or think up some elusive backstory that could have been riddled with plot holes. All they had to focus on this way was their get together story which was simple enough to create. She couldnât believe she was even going to go along with this, but her life did depend on it so she had to swallow down her pride and accept his ideas.
âSo I have to bat my eyelashes at you when you pick me up from work?â Y/N scoffed. Rolling over and accepting her predicament, didnât mean that she would cease giving him a hard time. The one thing she most definitely wasnât was a pushover.
âNo,â he simply said, a little huff of air leaving him as he smirked. âYou can do that while Iâm working on a car next to you.â
âOh my god, Iâm never going to get a break from you, am I?â
âTrust me, itâs not just you in this boat,â Dean countered, his tone lacking sympathy as he crossed his arms over his chest, his face stoic.
âAt least youâre being paid to pretend youâre some sort of fucking Prince Charming,âshe argued, one hand in her hair as she began to pace the room again. âMeanwhile, Iâve got to cosy up to you - for FREE - all while looking over my shoulder. What a great deal that is.â
âYeah, your life isnât a big thing at all,â he barked, causing her to stop in her tracks and glare at him. She knew the risks here, she knew what she was hiding from and she didnât need him dictating that to her, but he continued anyway. âLook, this isnât going to be easy for me either. Difference is, I'm dealing with it. Would I prefer to be at home with my family, with a girl in my bed - sure - but I'm not. Instead, Iâm here with an entitled, stick up her ass Princess, who thinks the world revolves around her. Suck it up.â
âYouâre an asshole,â she growled, her voice low and controlled as the anger inside of her surged like a highly charged power station. She couldnât even look him in the eye in fear that she might do something she regretted.
âThank you, and youâre welcome,â he huffed, moving to reach for the tools that were on the table once more as she started to head back the stairs. âOh, and while weâre on the subject, think of a new name. Y/N doesnât exist here.â
That caused her to spin on the spot, her eyes wide and her jaw slack, âWha-â
â-and get dressed, itâs about time we got this show on the road.â
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Awww thank you sweetie! Iâm sorry for scaring you! I didnât mean too! Aha. When the angst takes a hold of me, she grips tight đ.
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Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x ReaderÂ
Word Count: 2512
Summary:Â Y/N loved to look at the stars, losing herself in the constellations. On her honeymoon with her newlywed husband, Dean Winchester, she takes full advantage of the clear night sky leading to unexpected circumstances.
Rating: 15+
Warnings: Heavy angst. [SPOILERS] Drowning, mentions of death, falling, attempted resuscitation, heartache, crying, broken Dean.
A/N: So this stemmed from a random dream I had and I couldnât get it out of my head. So I wrote it out instead. I hope you enjoy!
Thank you to my darling betas, wonderful cheerleaders and all round just kick ass women @cockslut-padalecki &Â @deanwanddamons for looking this over. Love you girls! <3
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This wasnât how it was supposed to be.
Honeymoons were meant to be full of love and laughter, kisses and intimate touches. They were meant to be the start of something incredible, not the end of something phenomenal.
Y/N had awoken in the middle of the night, an arm draped across her stomach causing her to smile. Looking to the left, she saw that her newlywed husband was sleeping soundly beside her, his lips slightly parted, his skin already tanned from the sun. They had been at this hotel for a few days, neither of them leaving the room for much more than a daily walk along the seashore. This day had been no different, with Dean pulling her back to their room and immediately placing his mouth on hers, the rest of the world forgotten.
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Lights Out - Chapter Twenty Six
Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count:Â 3884
Summary: Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her lifeâŚforever.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swears, talk of sex, talk of anxiety and feelings, fear, still that slow burn.Â
A/N: So if you werenât aware my loves - Iâm off to JiB on Friday! So I wonât be updating then, however I will be posting a chapter on the Thursday before instead! Hope thatâs okay! And yesâŚthere is still slow burn but I promise weâre getting there.
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamonsââââââââââââââââââ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3
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Y/N rubbed furiously at the counter top of the bar she was currently standing behind with her cloth, polishing the varnish like her life depended on it as she tried her hardest not to think back to the night before. She was angry, livid, raging at the man who promised her he was different yet stood her up in her own home. How could she be so stupid? He had promised her that he wasnât the same as the rest, that she was âhis girlâ, and yet he had forgotten about her so damned quickly. She obviously didnât mean as much to him as thought she did.
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Here for the ASK Game: CINNAMON, MAUVE, INDIGO, FUCHSIA, LAVENDER, SAFFRON đ
Hello beautiful!
How are you?! Sending you big squishes!! <3
CINNAMON: Youâre a really cool person and admire you from afar.
MAUVE: You are really talented
INDIGO: Iâve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA: Your blog content is gold
LAVENDER: You inspire me
SAFFRON: I love your ideas
Awww this is so kind of you! Thank you so much! I'm so so happy you love my ideas, that means a lot to me!
And hey! Please feel free to talk to me at any time - if you want too! I don't bite...promise aha! <3
Much love to you babes!
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BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you
Ahhh Zee, you absolute goddess you!
Thank you so much babe! It means a lot to me that you get excited when I post something!
Love ya!
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There are so many haha but here you go! Mauve - blush - fuchsia - Timberwolf - burgundy xx Mel
*squidges in a massive hug* *blows dusk off the ask*
I appreciate you so much Mel, i'm sorry i'm answering this late but thank you so much for sending these to me! <3
Mauve: You are really talented
Blush: Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
Fuchsia: Your blog content is gold
Timberwolf: I trust you
Burgundy: I get excited when I see posts from you
Thank you so much sweetheart, you know I trust you too! I'm so so glad that you're still enjoying my stories <3 It means the world to me.
Love you babes xox
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