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1000roughdrafts · 5 years

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What Happens During Research

A/N: itsss WLW Wednesday! And this weeks lovely woman is Rowena.

Warnings: just fluff and a bunch of silliness :) (slightly OOC Dean, Sam and Rowena)

A/N2: I wrote part of this for @princessmisery666, as a small surprise. the bit where Sam gushes about his date (spoiler alert; that’s you <3)

W/C: 1.2k

Fic inspired by these prompts on @wlwprompts

Laughter echoes throughout the halls of the bunker, leaving Sam and Dean with a hunt like none other. At every point in which they feel they grow closer to Y/N’s and Rowena’s heartfelt giggles they are met with an empty corner. It doesn’t help that the bunker is quite spacious, nor that Y/N and Rowena are experts at the hiding game.

Nonetheless, the Winchester’s are set on figuring out what has come over the two of them. Partially out of curiosity, and mostly as they are not fans of the cat and mouse games they frequently play with the brothers and they have no desire to be bested, yet again, by their giggling roommates.

“Where the Hell are they?” Dean mumbles in a vexed, yet slightly amused whisper. “Can’t get anything done around here with them prancing around like children.”

A heartier laughter fills their ears from a closed door at the end of the hall. Dean rotates to face Sam, perplexion replacing his grimace. His eyebrows raise in titillated curiosity whereas Sam goes pale, with wide eyes.

“Dude, no,” he says, scrunching his face as if he’s smelled something sour.

“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Dean whispers, wiggling his eyebrows and getting all too caught up in the idea of catching you and your wife in the act.

Before Sam can utter an ‘I don’t know’, Y/N barges out of the room, Rowena by her side.

“Not whatever you’re thinking,” she says as she steps towards them down the hall. “Weirdo,” Y/N laughs as she pass the frozen Winchester.

“I wasn’t - it’s not,” he stutters out.

Y/N laughs again, calling back at them, “whatever Winchester.”

Reaching the end of the hall that leads into the kitchen, she stops to admire her wife, “can you hold this for me?” she forces out in a needy, and playful voice.

Rowena looks down into Y/N’s cupped hand, and as she brings her eyes back onto hers a smile forms on her face. “This is just your hand,” she chuckles.

“Yeah,” Y/N smile with a soft nod. “It is. It’s heavy, and I need some help,” she jokes.

Blithely rolling her eyes, she draws her hand in the air and drops it onto Y/N’s. She wrestled her fingers in between Rowena’s and swings their arms back and forth before walking deeper into the dining room. The way Rowena laughs makes Y/N’s heart flutter in the same way it had the day she married her.

After Y/N pulls the chair out for her, Rowena lowers into a short curtsy before sitting down.

“Alright you love birds, what do you say we get back to the case?”

Almost as if it were planned, Y/N and Rowena let out a long, lighthearted moan with a pout on each of their faces. Sam and Dean tilt their heads at them, and the two break out into more laughter.

“Why are you two acting so… weird?” Dean asks, scrunching his face. Almost an instant later, his eyes go wide while the rest of his face droops. He points a finger at Y/N, “did you get into my whiskey stash? Because, Y/N, I swear to-“

“No, Dean,” she says, standing. “Jeeze, would you relax?” Walking around to stand behind Rowena, she puts her arms down the side of her and leans her head on her shoulder. “Why do I have to be drunk to express my feelings for my wife?” she smiles.

Rowena giggles, nudging her head against Y/N’s and eyeing the Winchester’s.

Y/N twists around, letting her hands slide down her arms as she kneels to her side. Grabbing Rowena’s hands in hers, she looks into her eyes. Taking in a deep breath, she watches the sparkle in her eyes flicker.

“Holy shit, you’re so beautiful,” Y/N says. Rowena blushes, bringing a palm to her chest. “Will you marry me?”

Dean and Sam groan, but Y/N ignores them, focusing on her bride.

She snorts, “Y/N, we’ve literally been married for six years, please stop doing this,” she says through laughter.

Y/N pulls each of Rowena’s hands to her lips, kissing one at a time. “I can’t help it!” she whines. “You’re just so beautiful.”

“Case. Now. Please,” Dean says twirling a finger, while Sam laughs. Dean starts to walk into the kitchen, and under his breath, add, “before I puke.”

“Fine,” Y/N says, pulling herself up and sitting in the chair next to Rowena. “But I call dibs on searching Ro for clues,” she flirtatiously jokes.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” Dean asks as he carries four coffee mugs to the table, setting them down in the center of the table with a dull clunk. Propping a hand on his hip, and leaning just a bit to the side, his eyes blink up at Y/N, “cause you - you’re not normally like… this.”

“Oh, but she is,” Rowena laughs putting her hand on top of Y/N’s.

“Yeah, you guys just aren’t always as lucky to witness it,” she jokes.

Returning to the table with a pot of coffee, Sam fills the mugs without removing his eyes from each one. When he’s finished and taking the pot back to the kitchen, Y/N reaches over and places one in front of Rowena.

After taking a sip, Y/N blurts out an indiscernible screech of excitement when remembering the question she had for Sam, “hey, Sammy. How was your date last night?”

“What?” Dean shrieks, pulling out his chair. “A date? Dude, you had a date and you didn’t tell me?”

Sam glares at Y/N, who mouths an unapologetic ‘sorry’ while trying to stifle her giggle. She rests her hand on top of Rowena’s leg and glances over to blow a kiss before focusing her attention back onto Sam.

He slowly pulls his own chair out and reaches out for his coffee. A smile, obviously not intended to show itself, grows on his face. It summers into a grin and he looks back up at Y/N.

“Dude,” Dean nudges. “Details.”

Scooting forward, Sam rests his elbows on the table, wrapping his hands around the mug as he looks into it.

“She’s,” he smiles, “she’s really something. I mean, you guys know that with everything going on we don’t really have the time to sleep a full night let alone date people, but uh, I don’t know,” he shakes his head, “after learning about Chuck,” his face falls somber for a moment, “I just thought that I shouldn’t waste any more time, you know?”

He takes a sip of the coffee and shifts in the chair. Y/N sits with her head in her hands, eagerly awaiting the story of Sam’s one true love. She’s a hopeless romantic, and not afraid to admit it. When Y/N glances at Rowena, she rotates the spoon in her mug, likely thinking of what spell she wants to perfect next.

“Um, she’s a hunter,” Sam announces proudly, “and she’s, she’s so beautiful. I really lucked out. I mean, I really like her,” he chuckles.

“What’d you guys do?” Y/N asks.

“Well, it was a first date, so we went out for coffee to get to know each other a bit more, and it was like… we just didn’t want the day to end, so we went for a walk that ended up lasting a few hours, just - just talking,” he smiles with a soft shake of his head.

“And how’d you met ‘er?” Rowena asks from the opening of her mug.

Sam chuckles, “uh, do you guys remember last week when I was out on that ghost case?” The three nod. “Well, she was, I guess, hunting the same thing and saved my ass before I knew I needed saving.”

Shuffling through papers, Dean grunts, “great. You’re all gonna be in relationships being gross right in front of me,” he says, only half serious, causing everyone to laugh.

Leaving the heavy lifting for tomorrow, the four of them are off to bed. Y/N walks hand in hand with Rowena to their room. After changing into pajamas, they slip into bed, Y/N wrapping her arms around Rowena.

“I’m happy for him,” she whispers.

“He’ll ruin it, don’t you worry,” Rowena jokes, cuddling closer to Y/N.

Laughing, Y/N Says, “I’m serious, Ro. He deserves it.”

Placing her hand on top of Y/N‘s, she pats it gently before folding her fingers in between Y/N’s, “I know,” she says before sleep takes her into the night.

“Good night, Ro,” Y/N whispers against her neck, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Rowena mumbles, leaving a smile stuck on Y/N’s face as she slips into a deep sleep.

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blkmxrvel · 5 years

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Everybody Wants to Spook The World.

Pairing: Winn Schott x Platonic!Female!Reader

Words: 1, 451

Request: Heyo, I was wondering if you would do a Winn x reader where’s Halloween time. Where reader and Winn are such close friends that he has a key to her apartment so he walks in one day to see it all decked out for Halloween. He couldn’t find reader till he walks into the kitchen and sees reader dancing to Halloween music and baking cookies. Then they do fluffy stuff and Winn admits his feels. Gaaahh. I love this idea. I hope you can write it and I can’t wait to read it.

Warnings: Spooky Fluff!

A/N: This is super late, it’s not even October anymore. I know, and I’m so sorry for it. I just have been going through some things so my brain has been drawing a blank every time I go to write. And I know I’m a wlw blog but this request was just too good to pass up! I did it as a platonic reader, but the concept and fluffiness of the story are still very much intact. Sorry! I hope you like it!

It was safe to say that Halloween was definitely Winn's favorite time of the year. Not the part about the demons and the ghouls and the ghosts, (that terrified him), but the because it was the start of the time of the year where all of his friends got together.

All of his friends led busy lives, whether it was fighting aliens, protecting the city, reinventing technology or running a social media mecca. There wasn't much time to have game nights or to just sit down and talk. But on October 1st, everything about that changed.

Game nights became a staple in their schedules, and everyone was starting to talk about Halloween costumes and Christmas gatherings. It was like there was a sudden shift for the better in their circle.

Halloween is all about the parties, whose tricks warrants the best blood-curdling scream, and who's got all the right connections to give everyone a heart attack.

Which is where you came in.

You threw the best parties, that was common knowledge. Every single year, friends and family would gather in your apartment, ready to have the times of their lives. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, you were the one to go to.

The music rang out as you danced around the kitchen, singing along to all the lyrics while tossing around the cookie dough.

Your hips swayed and your head bobbed, you were more excited than you were willing to admit. Halloween wasn’t your favorite holidays, but it was enough to make you restless.

You were so immersed in the task at hand that you didn’t hear your apartment door apartment, Winn coming in with bags of chips. He wasn’t sure if he had stepped into the right house at first. Your house was decked out in the most amazing decorations Winn had ever seen before. Fake cobwebs and skeletons galore. You wouldn’t be able to tell that a normal person lived here. You were that good.

It didn’t help that terrifying music was being blasted. As soon as Thriller turned off, a song that was exclusively screams and groans came on. Chills ran down Winn’s spine, making it quickly speed walk to the kitchen.

As soon as he laid his eyes on you, a smile spread across his face. You were standing by a counter, headphones in your ears, body swaying to whatever music was playing. The movements your were making definitely were not human, Winn laughed at the irony.

He placed the bags on the counter, astonished that you still hadn’t noticed he was there. Creeping up slowly, he crouched down walking stealthily around the island before popping up and grabbing you from behind.

You inhaled a deep breath, obviously startled, before yelling your loudest and elbowing Winn behind you. You stepped on his foot, making him yelp and pull away from you. You ripped the headphones out of your ears and turned around. Your eyes widened and a hand came up to your mouth when you realized it was Winn.

“Winn? What the fuck, dude?” You went over to him, helping him off of the ground. “What were you doing?”

He groaned, taking your hand while holding his side. “Well, I was trying to get into the Halloween spirit, seems like I chose the wrong person.”

You nodded your head in agreement, heart still racing. “Obviously! It’s Halloween, you don’t think my senses are heightened.”

“Didn’t realize you were Supergirl for Halloween.” He retorted. You hit him on the head. “Ow! It’s the day before Halloween, not ‘Beat Up on Winn’ Day.”

You shrugged before going back over to the counter, beginning on a cake next. “Tomato, tomato. What are you doing here, anyway? Party’s not for another 6 hours.”

“I came to help. I brought stuff for the party, I texted so that you wouldn’t be alarmed, but-” he waved at his middle.

You laughed lightly, getting the batter under your mixer. “Yeah. Well if you still want to help, I have a few more decorations upstairs that need to be set up. Could you do that?”

“Yeah, sure.” He started to walk upstairs before you called out his name. “What?”

“Um, be careful if up there, I set a few things up already and I don’t need you peeing your pants.” You smiled smugly at him, before returning to your station.

Winn scoffed like he usually does, going upstairs. “Oh please! You won’t have to worry about that. I can a few- AH!” A few tumbles were heard and you nodded your head, knowing that you were right.

“What the fuck was that!? A demon!?” Winn stomped his way into the kitchen, out of breath and eyes bulging. You turned towards him, smirking with a spoon in your hand.

“Thought you could handle it?”

Two hours had passed and you were still in the kitchen, taking the last few cakes and cookies out to chill. They had to be iced and decorated still. You bounced up and down a few times, ecstatic at the fact that this party would be like no other.

Winn was upstairs still. He was managing pretty well, a few screams of terror here and there. But what would Halloween be without terrors?

Your playlist had gotten to the upbeat music, Women Like Me blasting throughout your speakers. Winn descended the steps only to find you bouncing around, hair going any which way. It brought a smile upon his face. He leaned against the railing, just staring at you and chuckling.

He let his mind wander through all the memories of you and him. You were his longest friend, and him, yours. You had been through almost everything together: alien invasions, broken homes, multiple threats of extinction, but here you were, still best friends.

You were the one that sat with him night and night when he was terrified of becoming his father. It was you who convinced him that he was a much better person than his father and that he was smart, amazing and would be the one to save the world. (After the whole encounter with Brainy, you weren’t wrong about that last one.)

“Are you going to help me or are you going to stand there staring at me like an idiot?” You chuckled as you kept your focus on the cake batter in front of you. Winn shook his head to get himself out of his daze.

“Shut up.” He mumbled before walking to the sink and washing his hands.

“What were you daydreaming about?” You asked while mixed icing colors together. “You can’t go mute on me now.”

Winn shook his head dismissively. “Nothing, really. I was just thinking about us. Everything that’s happened, and how yet after all these years, I couldn’t think of having another person as my best friend.”

You smiled fondly, before hitting him on the arm. “That was so sappy, Schott. Never do it again.” You both laughed, you handing him an icing spatula. “But you’re right. Remember the time your dad tried to move you away in the 11th grade? I was truly a hero at that time.”

“If by hero you mean, committed a felony then, yeah. You were basically Wonder Woman.” You pointed your spoon at him.

“Hey! I slashed his tires and called the police. He was taken to jail and you got to live with me and my family. Don’t complain, man.” You began decorating the cooking again while he focused on the cake.

“Could you imagine what would life would be like if he actually got away with it?” Winn spoke after a solid 5 minutes of silence. You squeezed your eyes and sighed heavily.

“I can’t. And I really don’t want to. You’ve always been there for me when I needed you the most. You’ve stuck by side through every job, profession, and failed relationship. You’re my toughest critic but my number one supporter. You’re the only family I’ve ever had, Y/N.” Tears sprang to Winn’s eyes. “I love you, man. I don’t know what I would ever do if I lost my best friend.” His voice cracked and you immediately ran to action. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“I love you too, Winn. But don’t ever think like that. You’ll never lose me. I’m here for the long run. Nobody who we end up marrying in the future, or how far away we may end up living, you will always be my top priority and favorite person in the world.” You hugged him tighter, smiling when you felt him ruffle your hair like the used to when you were kids.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really.”

“What are friends for?”

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