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So Long Chapter 2

Summary: Jenna and Dean have known each other since she was 9 and he was 11. Their fathers often hunted together, so they grew up in next door motel rooms, keeping each other company and watching out for Sammy. They were inseparable until their dads inevitably fought and stopped working together. Shortly after Sam left for college, her father had been killed on a hunt and his dad had been more and more distant, so they started hunting together. In a world where everyone has a tattoo of their soulmate’s name that appears somewhere on them on their 16th birthday, it took them a ridiculous amount of time to figure things out.

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: I forgot to mention in part one that this story isn’t going to be linear. It has been so far, but after this chapter it’s going to jump around a lot to tell stories from different periods in their childhood. Thanks to everyone who commented on, liked, and reblogged the first chapter! I really appreciate it! I hope everyone enjoys chapter 2!

Series Masterlist

You know I kept a place for you in my mind And I know you did the same ‘cause you’re just that kind

Ages 17 and 19 May 21, 1998

I was sitting on the porch of the house we were renting, reading a book when my dad’s truck screeched to a halt in the driveway. Dean looked up from where he had been working on the Impala as both of our fathers jumped out of the pickup, tension written throughout their bodies as they slammed their doors.

“Jenna. Go inside and pack up. We’re leaving.” My dad ordered, stomping toward the house, presumably to do the same.

“Why?” I asked at the same time Dean demanded to know what was going on.

“Because I said so!” he snapped. “And say your goodbyes to the boys.” With that, he was in the house, the sound of his angry footsteps following after him.

John had gone straight to his own truck and left without a word, leaving me alone with Dean. I stared at him in shock for a moment, seeing the same expression mirrored on his face, before retreating into the house to try and get some answers.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked from his spot on the couch, nature show he had been watching put on mute. I turned to him with a small smile.

“I don’t know Sammy. That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

As I headed toward my dad’s bedroom, I heard Dean come in the door. His and Sam’s worried conversation drifted towards me as I walked up the stairs.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked again.

“Ben said they’re leaving,” was Dean’s frantic reply.

I knew he wanted to follow me and demand answers from my father. I knew because, if the situation were reversed, that’s how I would feel.

“What do you mean we’re leaving?” I demanded with more bravado than I felt as I pushed open my father’s bedroom door. He had his duffel on the bed, throwing his belongings inside.

Not bothering to look up from what he was doing, he replied, “I’m not telling you again Jenna. Go pack your things.”

“But why?!” I sobbed, unable to keep the tremor from my voice.

“Because I told you to!” He yelled, spinning to look at me, face red and chest heaving. He took a calming breath before continuing. “Because we need to get out of here. I’ll explain everything later, but right now I really need you to just listen to me.” Seeing the desperation in his eyes, I bowed my head in defeat.

“I’m never going to see them again, am I?” I whispered. His silence and tense shoulders were all the confirmation I needed as I turned away and trudged toward my own room. I knew he would never actually explain what had happened, and I’d be left wondering what could possibly have been bad enough for Dad to take me away from here. Away from them.

Dean was sitting on the bed when I got there, arms braced on his legs, knee bouncing. He quickly stood up when he noticed me in the doorway. “Are you ok?” he quietly asked, noticing the tears building up in my eyes.

At his concern, at the worry and fear on his devastatingly handsome face, at the sight of everything I had to lose – my best friend, the man I would entrust my life with, the man whose name was tattooed on my hip – the dam I’d built to contain my emotions burst. I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his chest as I started to cry, full, body-wracking sobs that ripped out of my chest and left me struggling to breathe. Dean just wrapped his arms around me, hugging me back just as tightly, and murmured calming words into my hair. “Shh. It’s ok sweetheart. Everything’s going to be ok. I’ve got you.”

After a few minutes I felt a smaller body press against my side. I turned my face to look at Sam, grateful for his presence, but all the more saddened by it. He had just started growing like crazy, and though he was still a little bit shorter than me, I knew that wouldn’t be the case for long. Now I wouldn’t get to watch him grow and mature, wouldn’t see the man he was turning into. I wouldn’t be around for his 16th birthday, wouldn’t be able to offer support or advice on his soulmate, if he even wanted it. I wouldn’t see him start to drive and I wouldn’t see him graduate, no doubt at the top of his class despite all the moving around. He gave me a small, sad smile but remained quiet, knowing I’d talk when I was ready.

At some point, Dad came to check on me. I was only aware of his presence because of the quiet snick of the door as he closed it. At the noise, I reluctantly pulled away from the boys, knowing Dad was giving us some privacy, but that he still expected me to do as I was told. In a daze, I grabbed my duffel bag from the closet and started packing.

“Jenna,” Sam started. He trailed off, trying to figure out what to say. “How long until we see you again?” He finally settled on. His eyes widened at the choked sob that escaped my lips. “We will see you again, won’t we?” The look of concern on his face nearly had me breaking down again.

It wasn’t the first time the three of us would be apart. Our fathers did occasionally work separate cases, preferred to even. They only worked together at all so that we could be together. The first time they hunted together had been an accident. Strangers at the time, they had butted heads repeatedly until they realized they were both hunters going after the local monster.

The next case they worked together was set up by Bobby Singer. John had been working a job too big to handle on his own and called Bobby to see if he knew of any other hunters in the area. My dad was the closest. It was during that case that they realized how well the three of us got along. Knowing we had little to be excited about in our crazy lives and wanting to give their kids any bit of happiness they could, the two antisocial men agreed to work through their differences for the sake of their children and hunt together whenever possible.

“I don’t know, Sam. Dad says no, but you know how they get sometimes. I’m sure this will all blow over and you’ll want to be rid of me soon enough.” I gave him a weak smile, unable to find the energy for anything more.

“Yeah,” he agreed halfheartedly before falling into silence.

After throwing the last of my belongings into the bag, I was zipping it up when I felt Sam’s arms around me again.

“I would never want to be rid of you Jenna,” he informed me quietly as I returned his hug. “You’re my best friend.” This declaration had tears silently streaming down my face again. “We’ll see each other again. I know we will. But until then,” he said as he looked into my eyes with a sad smile, “I know we need you way more than you need us, so don’t forget about us while you’re off making new friends.”

I let out a quiet laugh to let him know I appreciated his effort at lightening the mood.

“I could never forget you. You know that.” I told him, unable to say more without completely losing the ability to walk out of the room. Unable to contradict Sam’s statement about them needing me more than I needed them. He couldn’t be more wrong. They had each other. I had no one without them. And Dean… I needed him so much it scared me. I didn’t see how anyone could feel this strongly about another person without being driven crazy by the intensity of the emotions.

Most of the time I was positive he didn’t feel the same, that he only saw me as a friend or maybe the little sister he never had. But there were times, times like this moment as we walked to each other and shared one last bone crushing hug, my face buried in his chest, his buried in my hair, that I wondered if maybe he could feel the same. Taking a deep breath, noting and appreciating the smell that was so wholly Dean, I wiped the tears from my eyes before turning and leaving the room without looking back. Leaving my heart behind.

Ages 18 and 19 July 16, 1998

“Hey,” I whispered into the phone. I didn’t know why I was whispering. Dad was gone, and he wouldn’t care if he knew what I was doing anyway.

“Hi,” he whispered back. “Just give me a sec, I’m gonna go outside.”

“Dean, where are you going?” I heard Sam ask before the conversation got muffled, and I could only pick out a few words. I played with the bracelet they’d given me while I waited. Spinning it around my wrist was a habit I’d gotten into in the last few weeks, something I did in the moments I was especially missing them.

“Out… phone call…” was his reply. Then Sam’s frustrated response, “The doctor… not supposed to… Dean!” I couldn’t hear anything else they said, but I did hear a door opening and closing, signaling the end of the conversation with Sam.

“Is everything ok?” I could picture the way his forehead would be slightly wrinkled with concern.

“Yeah. I’m ok," I lied. How could I be ok when I felt like I’d lost my other half? “I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you guys.”

We’d only talked once since we were separated. It was a week later. The boys had called to check in, which I appreciated more than I could express. It was a short conversation though, and we hadn’t talked since.

“We miss you too.”

It was quiet for a while after that. I didn’t know what to say, not having much worth repeating. I would have been content to sit there all night, just listening to him breathe, having the confirmation that he was alive and doing well. I worried about him constantly when he finished school and started hunting as often as he could. It was even worse now, when I couldn’t see him coming home safe every night.

“So what’s going on? Fight anything interesting recently?” he asked.

“Not unless an invisible squirrel counts as interesting," I muttered.

“Explain,” he said, sounding amused.

“Well obviously there wasn’t actually an invisible squirrel running around. Apparently I was sleepwalking again. Had a dream that a squirrel stole the research I was working on. Dad told me he heard a noise and came out to the living room to see me kicking my pillow around, trying to catch it.” When I told my most recent friend that story, I got a small laugh for my efforts. Dean wasn’t amused enough for even that, apparently.

“You only sleepwalk when you’re stressed,” he sighed. “What’s going on, Jenna? I thought you said you were ok.”

“I am ok. I’m just…” I hated that he could see through me so easily. I just wanted to talk to him. Now I was holding back tears and desperately trying to think of what to say to make him stop worrying. “Well it’s like I said. I miss you guys.” Not a lie. Not the whole truth either, but I couldn’t tell him that I hadn’t just lost my two best friends, I’d lost my soulmate.

I wasn’t sure, at first, if the Dean whose name showed up on my hip on my 16th birthday was the same one I’d grown up with. The one who watched movies with me on dateless Friday nights. The one who made my favorite soup whenever I was sick and helped patch up countless injuries. The one who acted as my personal chauffeur and bodyguard. The one who was my first and only crush. The one I fell in love with. I wasn’t sure, at first, but I knew now.

It couldn’t be possible to love someone this much if they weren’t your soulmate. Surely this sort of strong, desperate, all-consuming love could be reserved only for those with the deepest of connections. Besides, I’d never heard of someone being sure that they’d found their soulmate only to realize they were wrong. Soulmates were something so deeply woven into your mind, your heart, your DNA, that it was something you just instinctively knew to be true. It was impossible to be wrong about something that was such an integral part of yourself.

I also knew I could never tell him. Soulmates don’t always go both ways. It’s rare, but sometimes a person meets their soulmate, only to find out that that person has a different soulmate. I didn’t really know if that’s what was happening, but it was easier to assume he belonged with someone else than to face the reality that he had known who his soulmate was for three years and hadn’t bothered to say anything.

I know him, know how he thinks. Although he never said it outright, he’d hinted around it enough that I knew he had always worried about bringing his soulmate into this life. He worried about what might happen to her because of it, whether she was killed by some monster or left devastated by his own death. I also knew that the fact that I was brought up the same way as him wouldn’t change his way of thinking. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t turning my world upside down with the revelation of monsters. It didn’t matter that I could defend myself better than any civilian girl he could have been with.

What mattered to him was protecting us the one way he could. By never acknowledging this thing between us, he thought he was preventing what he saw as the inevitable heartbreak. He didn’t realize he was causing it. He didn’t realize that every day without him made it a little harder to breathe, that whether we acknowledged it or not, the fact that we were soulmates didn’t change and we would still feel the same agony when one of us died. The only thing he was preventing was the happiness we could have together, the absolute joy of being with the one we loved more than anyone else in the world. It would hurt to lose him, but it would hurt more to never have had him.

I was really no better than Dean, because, despite knowing all this, I would never be able to bring myself to do anything about it. I told myself I’d never change his mind, that I’d just feel rejected if I tried and failed. The truth was, it was easier to just go on pretending, no matter how much it hurt.

“So how are you guys doing? Are you staying safe? Sam finding any new friends?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“We’re doing fine. Sammy’s as nerdy as ever. Spends every minute he can at the library. And I think he’s found himself a little girlfriend. He’s actually started doing his hair, and he seems a little happier. Turned red as a tomato when I asked him if there were any cute girls catching his eye,” he chuckled. I laughed with him, wishing I could be there to see it all happening.

“That’s good. He’s making friends. Moving on,” I said, remembering the look of defeat on his face when I left and feeling so guilty at being the cause of it.

“Jenna-”

“Not that he needs to move on, that was a bad choice of words.”

“Jenna.”

“I just meant that I consider him to be one of my best friends and I hate that he was hurting. I’m glad he’s doing better. Not that he shouldn’t be doing better, I mean, it’s been almost two months, it’s not like it’s that big of a deal-”

“Jenna, would you shut up a second?” He said, exasperated. “Of course he misses you. He talks about you all the time, wonders if we’ll get to see you soon. In fact, if he knew I was talking to you right now, he’d probably steal the phone and keep you all to himself.”

“I wouldn’t mind talking to him,” I said, grateful Dean had cut off my rambling. I could be a nervous talker sometimes. “And I really am happy for him.”

“I know you are. And I know you’d like to talk to him.” He was quiet for a minute, probably trying to decide what to say. “The thing is, I’ve really missed you. And if you want to talk to Sam, I can put him on the phone, but I was hoping I could have you to myself tonight and you could talk to him next time.”

I blushed at his words and smiled at the rare show of vulnerability.

“I guess I can hold off a little longer.” I smiled again at the breath of relief I heard.

“Good.”

“So how are you doing? You never said.”

“I’m fine. Not much to tell.”

“Well I suppose that’s a good thing. You’re staying safe, then?” The moment of hesitation on his end told me everything I needed to know. “So you’re not fine. What did you do Dean? Tell me it was something you couldn’t have prevented and that you weren’t just being reckless and stupid.”

“You know I don’t go on these hunts trying to get myself killed, right?” he snapped.

“You sure about that? You’ve been hunting full time for, what, a year now? And how many times have you been hurt since then? And you forget, I’ve been out with you before. I know how you get. So excited about killing the monster, you lose all sense of self preservation. You have to be more careful, Dean! What if one day it’s not just a concussion or a cut that can be fixed with a few stitches? What if something happens to you that you can’t recover from? How is Sam going to handle that? What’s he supposed to do if his big brother is gone? What am I supposed to do-” I cut myself off, trying to choke back the tears. I took a deep breath, and then another, and another.

“You know, I really have been trying to be more careful since your last lecture,” he hesitantly joked. “This was honestly just an accident.”

“So what did you do this time?” I sighed. “How bad is it?”

“I broke my ankle. Was running after a ghoul through some tall grass, didn’t see the rock. Next thing I knew I was facedown in the dirt. Dad’s pretty frustrated, of course, but it’s not so bad. I get to sit and watch TV all day and the motel we’re at has magic fingers. Plus,” he chuckled, “I’m not supposed to be walking around. Doctor’s orders. So I get to have Sam do everything for me. That’s been pretty fun.”

I laughed a little too, imagining Sam’s insistence on doing everything so Dean could rest while also resenting being bossed around. Then I remembered the muted conversation I’d heard at the beginning of our call.

“But you went outside to take my call. Please tell me you’re at least sitting down somewhere.” I pleaded.

“I am. Don’t worry about it. I do have crutches, you know. It’s not like I can’t ever leave the bed, it’s just not easy to do much of anything with them. Trust me, I’m ready to be able to go out and do something again. I’m not going to risk making things worse. Even for you,” he teased.

“I guess it hasn’t been as great as you were saying then. Can’t say I’m surprised. You never were one to enjoy sitting around for very long. How long until you can walk again?”

“The doctor says it’s healing well. Hopefully in a couple of weeks.” After another long pause full of comfortable silence, he continued. “I don’t suppose you’ve gotten an answer out of your dad? About what they fought about?”

“Yeah right. When does my dad ever tell me anything?” I snorted. “I just wish…" I hesitated, debating if I really wanted to speak my thoughts out loud.

"You wish…" Dean encouraged. I sighed.

"It's pointless, I know. But I wish they'd get over themselves. Make up and move on. I know it hasn't been very long, but I just miss you guys so much."

"We've been apart this long before," Dean said without much strength behind the words. Maybe being apart was killing him as much as it was me.

"Yeah, but not with the understanding that it would be forever. Before it was hard, but I knew we'd see each other again. That's what got me through it. This is different."

"It's not forever Jenna," Dean insisted. "Even if they never talk to each other again, we're both adults now. I've got my own car. We can see each other whenever we want."

I loved the confidence and sincerity in his voice. But I knew better.

"I know you mean that now, Dean. But you're not going to leave your family. Your dad needs your help on hunts more than he thinks he does, and you'd never leave Sam behind. Plus, my dad needs me too."

"Who said anything about leaving our families? I'm not talking about running away together, I just meant we can visit," he said and I felt blood rush to my cheeks. "I can come see you sometime when Dad's on a hunt he doesn't need my help with. Or if you get your own car, you can come see me."

"Well yeah, of course. I didn't mean we'd run away together obviously," I said quickly, flushing again. "I just thought you meant we'd go on a hunt together every now and then or something. But that actually sounds better. No stress or fighting, just relaxing with my best friend."

"Exactly. So we'll find a time for it. I don't know when, but we will. I promise. Maybe as soon as I get the all clear to be on my feet again. Just because our dads are being stubborn idiots doesn't mean we have to suffer for it."

"Yeah," I sighed, relieved to hear that our separation was hard for him too, but also sad to hear he was apparently suffering. "And maybe you can bring Sam too." I suggested. I'd love to have alone time with Dean, but the loss of Sam's company left me aching too. And since it's not like his presence would change the nature of my time with Dean anyway, I didn't see any reason to exclude him.

"Of course I'll bring Sam," he said. “If I remember correctly, someone had a birthday a couple weeks ago and we still need to celebrate.” And then with a laugh, "Just thinking about the hell he'd raise if he were left behind from that particular trip is enough to keep me from even considering it."

I laughed too. Dean sighed.

"It's good to hear you laugh. I've missed that." He cleared his throat, probably feeling a little awkward like he always did after making a statement about his feelings. "Anyway, I've got to go. I have some research I need to finish tonight. Let's not wait so long before we talk again though, yeah?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Maybe we can plan on talking every first Saturday or something? That way we never go more than a month again."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll talk to you in a few weeks then. Maybe sooner. I assume there's no rule about not calling outside of those dates?" He asked.

"Absolutely unacceptable," I said, catching on to his teasing tone. "Only the first Saturday. I don't think I could take much more than that." I smiled at the small laugh he let out.

"Alright. I'll talk to you then." He agreed. "Bye Jenna."

"Bye Dean."

I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. The happiness I'd felt when talking to him was quickly fading with the knowledge that it could very well be another month before I could even hear his voice again.

Especially when I wanted so much more. To actually see him, his face more familiar and precious to me than any other. To sit and talk with him, knowing there's nothing I can't say to him. To watch our favorite movies and joke with each other. To be able to touch him again. Just casual touches, a hug when one of us needs the comfort, an annoying – but still welcome; any physical contact with Dean was welcome – tousling of the hair in a passing affectionate gesture, a playful punch on the shoulder when Dean says something ridiculous, hands brushing as we both reach for a handful of popcorn at the same time on movie nights. These were the moments I lived for and I found myself losing the fight to hold back tears at the profound sense of loss I felt without him.

Just then Dad came in the door and I jumped a little, quickly wiping away the tears and getting up from the corner of the couch I'd been curled in for the better part of an hour.

"Hey, Dad. How was your night?" I asked. He grunted in response. Not good then. He'd been out hustling pool. He must not have done well tonight. I knew he'd made money. In my entire life I'd never known him to walk away empty handed. He must not have made as much as he was hoping for though.

"That's alright. We're still doing ok from the last bar you were at. Anyway, there's spaghetti on the stove you can reheat if you're hungry. I'm going to shower and go to bed. Goodnight!"

I heard his murmured goodnight as I quickly made my way to the bathroom. I managed to keep myself together until I climbed into bed. I cried myself to sleep that night. I slept fitfully, my dreams full of green eyes and a happy go lucky smile that I couldn't reach no matter how long I ran towards them.

Ages 18 and 19 September 3, 1998

“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” I asked the guy behind the counter as I lightly placed my hand on his forearm. I looked down for a second, feigning shyness, before looking up at him from under my lashes. “I’d really appreciate it,” I said in a quiet, suggestive voice.

The guy, a man probably in his late twenties, was manning the front desk of the medical examiner’s office. I was pretending to be a newbie reporter, hoping for a story that would be my big break.

I watched as he looked me over, slowly, before letting out a long breath.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, sounding genuinely apologetic. I bristled a little at the pet name that I usually heard coming out of Dean’s mouth. “But I can’t let you back there. I could lose my job, and I really can’t afford that.”

Rejection. That’s fine. That’s what I was hoping for. I was just the distraction while Dad snuck in the back to get a look at the body.

“Well, if you change your mind,” I said as I let my fingers trail over his arm, “you know how to find me.” I nodded to the business card I’d handed him upon introduction, and then, with a small flirty smile, left the room.

I let my smile drop immediately once my back was to him, but managed to contain the shudder that tried to escape. I absolutely hated when I had to flirt with guys for a case. It felt like I was being unfaithful to Dean. Which was ridiculous of course. Not only was the flirting entirely staged, something Dean would understand albeit be irritated by nonetheless, but we weren’t together. Even if I were genuinely flirting, you can’t cheat on someone you’re not dating. Besides, Dean flirted all the time.

I reached the truck and hopped in the passenger seat, waiting for Dad to finish. This better have been worth the effort. I sighed as my thoughts drifted to Dean, as they often did. I wondered, not for the first time, where he might be. I wondered what hunt they might be on right now. What ways were he and Sam finding to irritate each other these days? Was Sam happy to be back in school?

Were the boys getting any home cooked food whatsoever without me there, or were they surviving off of take out and microwavable dinners? How hard was John pushing Dean? How much responsibility was Dean unnecessarily putting on himself? These are the kinds of questions that ran round and round in my head. I was startled when Dad opened his door and got in.

“You look like a real observant lookout,” he teased. I could hear the curiosity that his teasing was meant to mask.

“Did you find anything useful?” I asked, ignoring the remark.

“Yeah. Heart was missing, like we expected. So at least we know what we’re after.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, looking out the window. “At least there’s that.”

I remember the last time we came across a werewolf. It was three years ago and Dean’s first kill. He’d been so excited, so proud. My dad had been furious.

He’d left me with John for a few days while he went to handle a simple case a few hours away. He’d knocked John out cold when he got back and I told him what happened. I think the only reason he didn’t leave John behind after that was that he worried about Sam and Dean’s safety if he wasn’t there to be the voice of reason.

John had left all three of us in the car in the middle of a deserted road to chase after the thing. Little did he know, there was a second one. And it had been watching.

Once John took off after it’s friend, it stalked out of the woods, coming directly for us. To kill us, to bite us, to use us as bait, I’d never know. Dean had responded to my panicked whisper of his name, turning from watching the direction his dad had run in to find a heavily scarred werewolf quickly approaching.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he fumbled with the door handle before grabbing the crossbow that was laying on the front seat. He fired so quickly that I didn’t think he’d even had time to aim. But the monster went down. And stayed down. John had started taking him out on hunts after that, promoting him from researcher to certified monster killer.

~~~~~

“How ya doing, kiddo?” Dad asked as he set a plate with a burger and fries on top of it in front of me.

I was scanning through security footage of the streets the victim would have taken on the night he was attacked.

“Nothing yet,” I answered.

“I can see that. That’s not what I meant,” he told me, giving me a meaningful look when I glanced at him.

“What do you mean?” I asked warily.

He sighed and sat in the chair across from me, setting his own plate of food down.

“You know I usually try to leave you alone, but you’re really worrying me. I feel like I’m living with a ghost,” he told me. “Your head seems to always be somewhere else these days. You never do any of the things you used to do for fun. I know you’re not sleeping well. I’ve heard you crying in the night more than once and I can’t even remember the last time I saw you smile,” he listed. I didn’t realize how closely he’d been paying attention.

“I’m fine,” I told him, taking a bite of my burger before turning back to the security videos.

“Jenna,” he said gently, closing the laptop. “You’re not fine. You’ve barely been holding it together for a few months now,” he said softly. “You miss Sam and Dean. I get it, but-”

“No, you don’t get it!” I fumed. “That’s the problem! You don’t understand!”

He couldn’t understand. He didn’t know what it was like to have a soulmate. He and my mom had been one of those couples who fell in love and got married despite knowing they weren’t soulmates. They just didn’t see a point in waiting around for someone else when they were happy together. They didn’t see how a soulmate could possibly be more to them than they were to each other. It wasn’t common, but this did happen, usually with more practical-minded people.

“Then explain it to me,” he said patiently, leaning back in his seat.

I wouldn’t tell him. Not about Dean and what he was to me. It was my most closely guarded secret. There wasn’t a person alive who knew about it, except for Alyssa. But maybe I could make him understand even a fraction of the pain I was going through.

“You didn’t become a hunter until Mom died. You had a normal life until then. You had consistency, family, friends, a home. People and places you saw everyday. You had safety,” I started, explaining as clearly as I could.

“I never had that. I’ve been on the road with you since I was barely five years old. I was too young to have any meaningful memories of Mom or the house we lived in. I’ve never been anywhere long enough to make any lasting friends. I haven’t felt safe since the day Mom died,” I continued, standing up and starting to pace in front of the window.

“I was scared all the time. Knowing you were out there fighting monsters terrified me. I was scared the monsters would come for me while you were gone. I was scared you wouldn’t come home and I’d be left all alone.” I looked at him, saw his frown and wrinkled brow, saw the pain sparking in his eyes, and quickly moved on to the point I was trying to make.

“But then we met the Winchesters. And it’s like my life changed again. Sam and Dean are my best friends. Obviously you know that much,” I said with a smile, hoping to show him I wasn’t upset with him. He nodded for me to continue. “But they’re so much more than that.

“They were the only familiar faces I had, aside from yours. The only people I knew would always be around and that I could trust with anything.

“Sam is the friend I can talk to about books and watch dumb sci-fi shows with. He’s the friend who is always there to support me when I need it. He’s the guy who hates being involved in this life, but still would never hesitate to help someone who needed it. He’s someone I felt I needed to look out for and it was nice to feel like someone needed me.” I stopped, trying to control the tears that fought to escape at the reminder of what I’d lost.

“And Dean?” Dad prompted when I’d been quiet for a long time. The first words he’d spoken in a while, I realized. I felt my lip quiver as I took a deep breath.

“Dean… he made me feel safe for the first time in a long time. I saw how he protected Sam and I hadn’t known him very long before I knew he was looking out for me the same way. He’s the guy I can talk to about anything. He’s the guy who took care of me when I was sick, the one who always knows what to say to make me feel better. The one I know is always watching my back.” I felt a tear escape and wiped it away angrily.

“So yes, they’re my friends. But they’re so much more than that. They’re my family. They’re my safety. They’re my home. Try to remember how you felt the day you lost all those things. Try to remember how you felt the day you lost Mom, and then maybe you’ll understand how I feel.”

We were quiet for a long time after that. I eventually moved to sit back down at the table and picked at my food, not really hungry anymore. Finally, Dad stood up and came to stand beside me, placing his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture.

“I’m sorry Jenna. I didn’t realize they were quite that important to you. But… you don’t have to suffer like this.”

“I can’t just turn off my feelings Dad,” I said bitterly.

“Of course not. But you’re eighteen now. You don’t need me anymore. Maybe you haven’t needed me for a while. If you’re so unhappy here without them, maybe you should go back to them,” he said sadly.

“What? Dad, I can’t just leave you. You’re important to me too.”

“And I can’t ask you to stay. I don’t want to be the reason you’re so miserable. You’re the single most important thing in my life, and if leaving is what’s best for you then I’m not going to stop you,” he said firmly.

I looked up at him, made sure he saw how serious I was about this.

“I’m not leaving you. You’re important to me too. And you need me. I’ll see them again. Dean promised we’d make time to meet up and hang out when we could. It’s just going to take a while for me to adjust to not having them around. I’m sorry you’ve been so worried.”

With that, I stood up, gave him a hug, and headed off to get ready for bed. It was late and this conversation had drained me. As I showered and brushed my teeth, I replayed the conversation I’d had with my dad. I didn’t realize the depression I was feeling was so noticeable. I’d work harder to hide it so he didn’t have to worry anymore. I crawled into bed, determined that tomorrow would be a better day. A good night’s sleep was a must. We had a werewolf to find.

Chapter 3

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Sixth Time’s the Charm [4]

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Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean

Words: 6,107

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you. (Each chapter can be read as a stand-alone.)

Chapter Summary: You offer yourself as bait for a shapeshifter hunt. Things do not go as planned.

Warnings: canon level violence, language, idiots in love, mutual pining, huffy!sam, protective!sam, slight angst?, slow burn, fluff

A/N: i am SO sorry for the wait (story of my life) but to make up for it, look, 6k words! (yeah i’m sorry about that too, i don’t know what happened there.) written for @tvdspngirl314‘s birthday writing event with the prompt “You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone?” which is bolded in the fic. this also fills a square for @spnfluffbingo!

Square Filled: Rescue Mission

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The fourth time was all you. Dean barely had to lift a finger. The result, however, was far more traumatic than he had planned and rather emphatically revealed the magnitude of his brother’s feelings toward you.

Much like the previous attempts, there was a case: a shapeshifter going after women who conveniently happened to fit your description. The strategy was obvious, and you’d leaped at the opportunity to both make yourself useful and hopefully take the place of what would have otherwise been the next innocent civilian victim. But of course, Sam resisted at first.

“No. Absolutely not! We don’t know enough about this guy for you to just jump into his waiting arms, Y/N!” The fervent indignation in his tone and body language was palpable. Sam was rarely one to raise his voice or sport much of a temper at all really, but lately these heated outbursts seemed to be occurring more frequently, and frankly you were getting sick of it. The false hope they momentarily granted you through the notion that perhaps he cared about you as more than a friend was one thing. What’s more, the way his voice lowered half an octave combined with the sight of his flared nostrils, puffed chest, and straining jaw always seemed to have a sideways effect on you, in that it was impossible to keep your attention on his words alone. But boy did you try.

“Sam, how many times do we have to go through this? I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself. And your wrist is still healing so it’s not like you can call the shots on this one anyway. Besides, I’m not going in alone. You and Dean will be there for backup the whole time, right?”

“’Course we will, eh Sammy?” In a strange turn of events, Dean often appeared to be the one with a more jovial outlook recently.

Sam merely nodded and continued his heavy breathing. He glared down at his bandaged left wrist, the result of skirmish with a couple of wraiths, as if it were the root of all his problems. Then he looked up and through densely drawn brows, those magnetizing multicolored eyes pierced yours, his countenance bearing a charged and sullen expression of pensive exasperation as his jaw visibly tightened. You swallowed and could not for the life of you find the will to look away.

“So it’s settled then,” Dean proclaimed jubilantly, “Unless… you’ve got another reason you don’t want Y/N playing bait, hmm Sam? Maybe something you wanna share with the class? Or, you know, I could leave…”

“Dean, stop it. You’re not helping,” you quickly admonished before steadying your gaze back on the taller Winchester, “Look, Sam, have I ever let you down?”

“No. Never.”

“And do you still trust me?”

“Of course,” he responded immediately in a ‘what-kind-of-a-question-is-that’ tone, at which you simply raised your eyebrow to send him a reciprocating ‘then-what’s-the-problem?’ look.

“OK fine,” Sam huffed out a big breath, “But you’re not taking any risks! Anything seems off at all, just… promise me you’ll wait for me and Dean and keep us in the loop?”

His pleading eyes were so earnest and you’d truly never been able to say no to the giant puppy before, so you offered him a little smile and said, “Cross my heart.”

Sighing, Sam rubbed his face, looking lost in thought for a moment until he spoke up again, much more reserved and hesitant this time, “Do you still have that uh… ring from… that time?” Dean muffled a snort at his brother’s expense but you both ignored him, completely accustomed to his nonsensical teasing by now.

“Uh yeah, I- I think so.” The uncertainty in your voice was a lie. Of course you still had the ring you’d once used to pretend to be married to Sam Winchester. You may or may not have tucked it away in a special place for safekeeping.

“Good,” Sam nodded curtly, “I want you to wear it. It’s silver. I’ll wear mine too and Dean already has his. That’s how we’ll know that we’re still… ourselves.”

“OK, yeah that’s a good idea,” you agreed, trying your hardest not to linger on the memories.

“Well look at you two! Getting hitched again so soon-“

“Shut up, Dean,” you and Sam cut him off together.

When the meeting was adjourned and you were about to part ways to prepare for the upcoming hunt, something inside you forced you to call out his name, “Oh and Sam!” He turned around at once, questioning gaze somewhat urgently searching yours for a sign of what might come next. You stuttered though, feeling suddenly self conscious, so the next words you uttered were not much louder than a whisper, “Be careful with your wrist.”

Sam smiled, his dimples making your fingers twitch with the need to caress them. “I’ll be fine. You just look out for yourself. Remember, we’ll be right behind you.”

Somehow you both didn’t hear the groan Dean emitted as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling and prayed to whoever was listening, ‘Good lord, someone give me the strength to survive another day with these imbeciles.’

There was only one diner in the tiny Pennsylvanian town, and seeing as you were starving by the time you got there, the three of you were forced to make do with soggy fries and questionable milkshakes. As you ate, you went through your game plan once more, which essentially consisted of waiting until nightfall to visit the bar from where the previous girls had gone missing, while Sam and Dean shadowed you covertly.

Before you left, you took a quick trip to the loo and when you returned, Sam was stood outside alone, a broad smile upon his face.

“Where’s Dean?” you asked as you began to walk out the diner, expecting to find the older brother waiting impatiently in the parking lot by his precious car, but the Impala was gone.

“He went back to the motel, said he had something to take care of and that we should go scope the place out first.”

“But I thought we agreed to-“

“Yeah, well change of plans, you know how it is,” Sam replied casually with a shrug.

Little red flags started fluttering in your head, urging your eyes downward to locate the silver band on his finger. You frowned when you found it there untouched on his right hand; Sam almost never interrupted you, not even when he was absorbed in the foulest of moods.

Apparently sensing your hesitation, he added, “I mean, he made a good point. Maybe if you familiarize yourself with the surroundings first, you’ll be able to take the guy out faster.”

Sam was still smiling at you, but it felt all wrong. You couldn’t explain it, but there was something missing from his rainbow eyes. The colors were all there, but they lacked luster and warmth, a delicate twinkle that you’d learned to associate with the beautiful, heroic yet self-doubting giant of a man. Never had you seen that breathtaking magic replicated elsewhere, nor had you ever seen Sam without it, which was why you were almost completely certain that the man before you was not the real Sam Winchester.

But weaving within you was a thread of doubt, insisting that you couldn’t just pull a gun on your best friend because of something as trivial as… a feeling? No, you needed to test your theory. And so, bracing yourself with a deep breath, you slowly reached out your silver-equipped hand to do something you’d grown accustomed to resentfully abstaining from: touching Sam’s bare skin. You aimed for the large target of his hand, deeming it the most inconspicuous of places (given that he was wearing his hunters’ uniform and the only other visible option would’ve been his face or neck), but Sam was faster. Just before you were able to graze his skin with your ring, he caught your wrist in his much bigger hand and pulled it away, twisting your arm until it was locked painfully behind you.

“You think you’re smart, huh?” the shifter snarled with a flash of its eyes, moving in real close as he used Sam’s immense size and his own superhuman strength to easily constrain you.

Even so, you stared up at him defiantly, unafraid, “Sam and Dean will be back.”

“That’s the plan.”

Sam’s sneering face and threatening voice were the last things you saw or heard.

You had no way of determining how much time had passed when you unceremoniously came to in what looked and smelled to be an underground sewer. As your senses sharpened and your muddled brain began to size up your current plight, you nearly scoffed at the clichéd style of your captor. Sat on a peeling wooden chair, manila rope bound your wrists together behind your back and tethered your ankles securely to each of the seat’s front legs.

Ignoring the ache in your head, you set about strategically testing the knots and the integrity of the wood. If only you could reach the silver blade in your boot. But your attempts were interrupted by the reappearance of the shifter, whose shoe hit something as he stepped before you. A metallic clang echoed through the confined space as a result and you followed the sound to find your coveted knife on the ground, far beyond your reach.

“Fucking hunters, always think they’re so clever, always one step ahead because it’s their game. Sure, we might be the monsters but you’re the predators! So let’s see how you like being the prey for once.” Shifter Sam’s upper lip curled up in a way that seemed so foreign to you as he leaned forward to rest his hands on either arm of your chair, caging you in.

The malicious glint in his eye left you with no qualms about affronting this being who, for all intents and purposes, appeared identical to the man you’d recently discovered you were in love with. Lifting your chin, you glared up at him brazenly, “If you’re so keen on being the predator then why am I still alive? What are you waiting for?”

“Why your knight in shining armor of course!” he exclaimed, backing up as he stood to his full height and gestured to himself with both hands. “You think it was a coincidence that all those women looked like you?”

The shifter’s narrowed eyes were alight with amusement and a ripple of fear surged through your body. You were in much deeper than you or the boys had anticipated, though years of practice helped you keep your voice steady and bold, “What did you do to them?”

“Oh, I gave them a fairly painless death, don’t you worry. They were just stepping stones on my way to you. See, the Winchesters owe me a girlfriend, so I figured I’d take the closest thing to theirs. But imagine my joyous surprise when I got into this big lug’s head and discovered that he’s in love with you! No, actually it’s more than that. He’s obsessed with you; you never leave his brain! Every other thought and memory is about you... Well, it’s either you or his brother, but oh, it’s gonna kill him to see you die before his eyes. I might’ve been able to replace my dead girlfriend, but I don’t think Sam here will ever come back from losing you.”

Stunned into silence, the stupid influx of misguided hormones pumping through your veins forced you to focus on maintaining a neutral expression as he rattled on.

“And you feel the same way, don’t you? So this really will be a double kill. It’s OK, you can let it all out. I might be a monster but I’m not one to deny the dying their chance for some last words. Besides, you can say it all while looking into the eyes of the man you love.”

“Fuck you,” were the only words you could trust yourself to spit out at him.

‘Sam’ laughed, but it was nothing like the laughs you normally pulled from him. It didn’t radiate like sunshine or replenish your soul with glee. Rather, it was chilling and conniving and despite the mimicry of Sam’s beautiful voice, you immediately decided that you never wanted to hear it again.

“Not feeling too talkative, huh? Or maybe you’d rather wait until he gets here in the flesh to make that anticlimactic confession of love? That’s alright, I can just tell you more about this dumbass’s feelings for you.” The shifter chuckled with delight, as if every word brought him nothing but pure joy. “Man, he loves you so much, it’s insane. I’ve never been inside the skin of someone so in love. And I thought I really loved my ex. Afterall, this whole revenge thing is for her. But I gotta tell ya, I’ve got nothing on Sam Winchester. Did you know he thinks you were made specifically for him? You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone? Cause Sam does. That’s how he feels about you.”

“Why should I believe you?” you challenged, growing tired of the inadvertent response his words were eliciting. Your heart was pounding in your neck, core trembling at the mere possibility of Sam genuinely feeling the way he’d described. But you knew better than to trust a monster, and one who was in pursuit of maximal vengeance no less. Still, those rose-colored thoughts resonated within you, and you stumbled to dismiss them as they bubbled up, one after another like a game of emotional whack-a-mole.

Shifter Sam smirked, “Yeah, you’re a cynical one, aren’t you? You know everything he said in that marriage counseling session was true. You kinda hurt his feelings when you just brushed it all off. Even big brother Dean’s been trying to get him to confess his love for you. You must’ve heard them arguing about it at some point? They weren’t exactly being discreet.”

Choosing not to respond, you simply scowled at him.

“No? Still in denial? Perhaps you need details… You ever notice how he always sits across from you whenever you’re doing research? It’s because he thinks you’re gorgeous when you’re focused, and it gives him an opportunity to admire you without getting caught. And why do you think he lets you call him Sammy, huh? Yeah, he might not let it on but he fucking loves it when you do, makes him feel all tingly inside. And you remember that cop who hit on you? Captain Anderson, was it? Sam wanted to break the guy’s nose just for touching you. Oh and why do you think he asked you to move into the bedroom closest to his? It’s so he can keep track of your nightmares. He likes to keep you close because it makes him feel like he can protect you better when you need it.”

By now, your ‘neutral expression’ must have surely mutated to betray your shock, and you couldn’t have answered if you tried. The shifter didn’t seem to mind either way. In fact, he appeared to be having the time of his life.

“And it’s not all pure thoughts, let me tell you! Oh man, buddy boy here has dreamed up plenty of X-rated scenes with you, ranging from obnoxiously romantic to just plain obscene. You name a position and he’s imagined it, in high-definition detail,” he embellished, tapping an index finger against his temple, “His mind is like a library of pornos starring the two of you, although he’ll never get to live out any of his fantasies, will he? It’s a shame really; some of these are really hot... Ooh, I’ll have to borrow that one,” he said with closed eyes, as if a figment of Sam’s imagination was playing through his head in that very moment, “Maybe my girl and I can re-enact it while we’re still in your skins-”

“Shut up, just shut up!” you finally bellowed in protest.

Sam watched the bathroom door attentively after you’d disappeared through it, unable to contain the upward jerk of his lips when he saw you walking back out of it. Heartwarming relief had become his body’s intrinsic response to seeing you safe and sound.

“You ready?” he questioned when you made it to his side.

“Yeah, I’m good.” God, even the sound of your voice made him happy.

Once you got back to the motel, Dean plopped down onto one of the full-size beds, exhausted from the drive. Within a matter of seconds, snores began to fill the room, and Sam chuckled under his breath as he sat down around a wobbly table with you to continue your research on the shifter’s victims, hoping to find something else that linked them together or a clue as to where they might’ve been taken.

It wasn’t long before you inhaled a revelatory gasp and abruptly clutched Sam’s wrist to show him what you’d found. But your grip was harsh, causing him to hiss in pain and do something he’d never before done: recoil from your touch.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does it still hurt?” you asked nonchalantly, smiling up at him innocently.

Worse than the pain in his fractured wrist was what felt like sirens blaring in his head. You were always hyper-cognizant of his injuries and exceedingly careful around them, sometimes even more so than himself. Sam looked you over subtly, eyes landing on the silver ring still upon your finger. Perhaps his mind had been playing tricks on him and all that tender attention he thought you’d shown him was simply a mirage of his own wishful thinking?

“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it.” Sam sent you a tight smile, to which you responded with a dazzling one of your own. It was beautiful but something about it felt off. In the past, you apologized profusely if ever you found yourself the accidental cause of his discomfort, no matter how indirect or insignificant the case, but right now there wasn’t a single speck of concern in your eyes. Indeed, the more he looked into them, the more he struggled to recognize the person staring back at him.

In a flash, Sam had you up against the wall, a silver blade held against your neck. He looked down to see the metal sizzling there, burning your flesh, and cursed himself for failing to notice sooner.

The noise woke Dean from his slumber and what he saw when he opened his eyes was equal parts shocking and amusing. “Whoa! At least wait till I’m out of the room! And isn’t that a little kinky for your first time?”

“Dean, it’s not her. She’s not Y/N,” Sam grit out, “She’s wearing the ring but she’s not Y/N.”

His brother’s brows knit together as he rubbed the sleep from his emerald greens. “Wha- How did you know?”

“She was acting… weird.”

Dean scrambled off the bed, making a quick call on his phone to ensure you really were missing. He paled when a robotic voice over the line told him the number he was trying to reach was no longer in service.

It was then the shifter decided to speak up, “You know, the real Y/N would have liked this, you pressing her up against a wall?” she murmured suggestively.

“Shut up. Where is she?!” Sam slammed her body against the flimsy motel wall once more and dug the knife in a little deeper. In his panic-stricken state, he barely registered her remark, being driven entirely by a one-track mind at present.

Shifter Y/N grimaced slightly, glancing down at the knife, “Maybe if you stop cutting into me with that, I might consider telling you.”

“How did you get the ring?”

“Oh, this little thing? You like it? It’s imitation silver, but otherwise nearly identical to the one on the real Y/N’s finger. You see, we’ve been following you for a while now.”

“Who’s we? Where did you take Y/N?!” he demanded incessantly.

“My boyfriend’s got her, but don’t worry, he looks just like you so I’m sure she’ll find her accommodations to her liking,” she retorted with a smirk.

Sam’s heart lunged in his chest and his mind began whirring with endless possibilities of escalating dread. Had you been deceived and captured by a shifter pretending to be him? Were you being hurt or tortured by someone who looked exactly like him? How would you ever be able to look at him the same way again? Of course, you’d know it wasn’t Sam but the damage would still be done. You would forever remember his face as that of someone who once hurt you, who tried to kill you. That is, if Sam could make it to you in time.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see her one last time. That’s actually why I’m here, to take you to her when the time is right,” the shifter added casually.

“I will end your miserable fucking life! Tell me where she is right now!” Sam roared before pressing the blade further into her neck, the veins in his forearms ready to burst through his skin.

“Hey, hey! Sammy, ease up! We need her alive, alright?” Dean bounded over to his brother and after quite the struggle, managed to assuage him enough to release his vice grip and replace it with silver chains that shackled her to a chair.

“Sam, maybe we should also be asking ‘why’,” Dean mused as he fastened the end of a chain against one of the beds.

With a shake of his head, Sam avowed through grinding teeth, “I don’t fucking care. I have to get to her.”

“And what if it’s a trap?”

“Then I’ll find her myself.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief as he turned to his usually wise and level-headed little brother, “Oh yeah, and how’re you gonna do that? Where would you even start?”

“I don’t know!” Sam exclaimed in exasperation. Then, after a pause of desperate deliberation alleged, “Shifters like to make their lairs in sewers, right?”

Taking a step closer, Dean maintained his challenging tone, “So what are you gonna do, just wade through the entire town’s shit and piss until you find her?!”

“If that's what it takes, then yes!” Sam looked like he was about to eat his brother alive.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” shifter Y/N interfered from her seated position before them, raising her chin to meet Sam’s eyes, “Don’t worry, handsome, I can tell you she feels the same way. But unfortunately, by the time you get to her, I don’t think she’ll be able to tell you herself. In fact, you’ll probably hardly recognize her anymore… so you might want to keep me around, if only as a souvenir of your soon-to-be-dead girlfriend.”

Sam couldn’t contain himself anymore. Despite looking like a carbon copy of you, the evil gleam in the shifter’s eyes made her easily differentiable, and so Sam held back nothing when he lunged across the distance, knife in hand ready to do some real damage. However, Dean pounced with him, having predicted his brother’s violent eruption and felt his shaking wrath, knowing a little too well just how rash he could be when it came to you. Still, it took all of Dean’s strength to pull Sam back, sending him a stern but knowing look once he did.

“Sam, stop!” His low voice rumbled as he went into authoritative big brother mode, “Listen to me, you wanna save Y/N? Well so do I, but this is not how we do it! Now I know it’s hard, but I need you to calm down, alright?”

Sam’s massive chest was practically at his chin as he heaved ginormous breaths. Though his body language was still offensive, his hazel eyes were filled with fear and devastation when they looked toward his brother, “Dean, if I don't get to her in time, I’ll...” Clenching his jaw, Sam made a fruitless attempt to calm his tremoring frame and quell his tumultuous emotions. What would he do? Sam wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was that every cell in his being was currently screaming at him to get to you, to make sure you were safe and soothe away any of your pain. There was nothing he wouldn’t give in that moment to simply know you were alright and to hold you in his arms. He knew you could look after yourself, but for once he had a terrifying feeling that even you were in over your head, that you might actually need him this time, and he’d be fucking damned if he let you down.

“Woah! Hey, hey! Sammy, look at me! That ain’t gonna happen, alright? We’re gonna find Y/N and we’re gonna bring her home in one piece, you hear me? We’re the Winchesters, man! We’ve faced the end of the world. What’s a couple of shifters got on us?”

‘You,’ Sam thought, ‘They’ve got you.’ But he appreciated Dean’s pep talk nonetheless and nodded in response as a fresh surge of determination swelled within him.

“Alright then,” Dean nodded as well, “Why don’t you let me give her a go?”

As Dean’s silver blade cut into the detained shapeshifter, Sam flinched with every moan and howl of agony. He knew it wasn’t you, but she still had your voice and your perfect face. Yet not a second was wasted on the feeling of relief when they finally managed to get a location out of her. Sam nearly tripped over himself in his haste as he snatched the Impala’s keys and his gun before flying out of the room with a jumbled order for Dean to stay with the monster.

“Well, if you’re not gonna admit your feelings for the giant lumberjack, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should stop yapping and get to prettying you up for that first and last date of yours, huh?” Shifter Sam prodded your cheek with a switchblade.

You said nothing. At this point, you had a sneaking suspicion that physical pain might be more bearable than the psychological torment your imprisoner had been so keen on. It was one thing for you to torture yourself by entertaining the slim possibility that Sam might return your feelings for him, but to hear such outrageous perceptions from a creature who could read the inside of his mind like a paperback novel, and conveyed with such tantalizing conviction… well, it just about broke you.

And knowing that the shifter was yearning to coax a confession out of you simply to cause Sam as much anguish as possible made you more resolute about your refusal to submit, beyond the need to protect your own sanity.

One shiner and a slash to the thigh later, however, you heard a loud clash. Shifter Sam paused his handiwork and began to turn around, “Could your knight be here ahead of schedule?”

‘Dammit,’ you thought. The Winchesters were usually capable of being stealthy when necessary but in case it really was the sound of them making a blunder or encountering some other form of resistance, you figured you’d buy them a distraction.

“Wait, wait! You’re right, OK? Maybe I do feel something for Sam, but even if I told him, I think you’re forgetting… This is Sam fucking Winchester we’re talking about here. He’s been tortured by the devil himself. You really think killing me is going do much damage?”

Your abductor had now given you his full attention, leering at you with a sly smile, so you continued, “Besides, you picked a fight with the Winchesters; don't expect to live to see tomorrow.”

Right on cue, a hulking blur of hair and plaid came barreling in, growling ferally as he grabbed the shifter and threw more than one brutal punch against what appeared to be his own face. The silver ring on Sam’s hand made contact with skin and his shifter counterpart groaned in pain.

You nearly forgot about your ceaseless work of untying the rope that cuffed your wrists together as your looked on in shock. Why Sam hadn’t just shot him with a silver bullet was beyond you. He was smarter than this. There was no need to drag out a monster’s death if a more efficient option existed. But as he continued to engage his clone in hand-to-hand combat, it appeared almost as if he was venting his frustrations on the shifter, as if he drank up every ounce of hurt he was able to inflict. But his high only lasted so long and shifter Sam soon regained his balance, making use of his supernatural invulnerability and superior strength.

“Sam!” you screamed as the shifter threw him across the room.

He tumbled up just in time as the shifter meandered over, “So nice of you to join us, Sam. You know, Y/N here was just telling me about-“

Sam didn’t wait for him to finish, choosing instead to tackle him to the floor with a loud grunt. While they wrestled on the ground, you worked furiously at the knots behind you, wincing with every hit Sam took though it was becoming hard to tell them apart.

When Sam finally drew his gun, the shifter was able to divert its barrel and a shot rang out futilely. Catching a subsequent elbow to the ribs had Sam falling to his knees and you watched in horror as shifter Sam once again gained the upper hand, sending the gun flying out of Sam’s grasp. The binding around your wrists was just about undone when Sam seized a stray rusty pipe and swung it against his counterfeit. Shifter Sam was incapacitated for a brief instant but quickly returned to form with some vicious hooks and a couple of well-placed knees.

With your hands finally free of their restraints, you staggered over to the gun, the chair still attached at your ankles. As you took aim, you shouted, “Sam, get down!” before you shot his mirror image through the heart.

Sighing, you slumped to your hands and knees whilst the real Sam sat up with his back against a wall, gaping at you with a look of awe. Yet before he even caught his breath, he was up and gliding toward you, cradling his left wrist at an awkward angle.

“Sam, your wrist!”

“It’s fine, are you OK?” he swiftly dismissed your concern, cupping your face with his good hand as he examined the darkening bruise around your eye.

You ignored the palpitations in your chest and placed a hand upon his wrist, “Yeah, I’m fine. He wasted more time playing mind games than anything. You know villains and their monologues,” you joked, trying to ease his tension and the deluded self-imposed guilt you knew he must’ve been brewing in.

As if to prove your point, Sam lamented, “God, I’m so sorry. I should have known. I should have gotten here sooner.”

“What? No! They were miles ahead of us, Sam. The whole thing was a set up; this was their hunt. How could you have known?”

Rather than replying, he released a breath and busied himself trying to help you out of your binding.

Back at the motel, after icing your eye and stitching up your thigh, you insisted on re-wrapping Sam’s wrist while Dean took care of shifter Y/N’s remains. But when the older Winchester returned and spied you and his brother sitting together on a bed through a crack in the door, he couldn’t resist the chance to exercise his espionage skills.

“How did you know she wasn’t me anyway?” you asked as you gently wound the ace bandage around Sam’s swollen forearm.

“I just…” He looked down at your nimble fingers upon his skin and smiled unwittingly at their tender touch, “had a feeling.”

Sam’s sunflower gaze locked onto yours for a frozen instant and something about his soft expression made you forget what words were, until he cleared his throat, “Did you um- did you know he wasn’t me?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, smiling for some strange reason. Perhaps you were just glad to see his trademark twinkle return to those otherworldly eyes. “Pretty soon after actually. I… had a feeling too.”

Sam’s dimples made every ache in your body disappear as that twinkle glistened in full force, “And how’d you know which one to shoot?”

Well, that dampened your mood and brought you back to the task at hand, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you kept grimacing every time you used your left wrist?” Although your words had a bitter force behind them, the pressure beneath your fingertips never increased and Sam had almost completely forgotten about his pain.

You, on the other hand, were reminded of your struggle to reconcile with what had happened since his question prompted a restored and growing frustration.

It had been bugging you the whole time and you felt compelled to confront him about it because storming in alone with a bad wrist, ready to throw hands with an out-of-his-league monster was really not Sam’s style. Something must’ve gotten into him and with everything the shifter had told you, you couldn’t help but wonder. Nevertheless, you were a little afraid of how he might answer, so Dean had to lean in closer to hear your next words.

“Why didn’t you just shoot him?”

“W-what do you mean?” Sam stammered out after a pause.

“Sam, you have a broken wrist, but instead of sending Dean or using your gun from the get-go, you came in like a madman and went after him with your fists!” Your voice was full of incredulity though it also carried an undertone of anger.

As Sam picked up on that reproachful tone, you could almost feel the telltale signs of his puppy dog eyes coming on. “He used my face to deceive you, to hurt you. They manipulated us. I had to- ...I mean, he killed those women just to get us here. He had it coming!”

Your hopes plummeted. Of course, Sam was ever the righteous man. Why would you assume his brashness had been purely born out of a need to avenge you? Though regardless of his reason, you were still upset about his self-destructing behavior, “Yeah, but you had to have realized you were in no position to be the one to give it to him, right? I mean, you might’ve looked the same but he was juiced up on monster superpowers, Sam… which meant he was stronger and faster, not to mention uninjured, in his own territory, and apparently the only one with a sound plan.”

A breath of laughter left Sam’s lips though there was no smile on his face. Here he’d been on a mission to save you, but you were the one who’d ended up saving him, again. You must’ve thought he was comically stupid and pathetically useless. How could he possibly think he was worthy of you? “I guess I should thank you for saving my ass again, huh?”

“What?! No! That’s not what I mean. Sam, you’re the one who saved me! And I’m beyond grateful for it, really I am. I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself more in the process.” You finally finished up with his wrist wrap, securing the final ends with a clip, and letting your hands linger on his for longer than necessary, momentarily distracted by the disparity of size between them. Sam didn’t appear uncomfortable though, as his fingers twitched closer to yours and he made no move to pull away.

He couldn’t help but smile again when he noticed the sincere concern in your eyes that was previously absent in the shifter’s. “Yeah well, what was it you once said to me? ‘Your ass will always be worth it’?”

“And if I remember correctly, you once told me you don’t do things on hunts that make your injuries worse,” you quoted him back with an arched brow.

“Yeah well, I guess this is payback. Now you know how I felt.” A playful grin made his dimples deepen and you clenched your jaw to refrain from gushing over the ridiculous cuteness of this ‘giant lumberjack’.

“You’re an idiot.”

“As long as you’re OK,” Sam answered assuredly, and you nearly melted when his free hand caressed your cheek for the second time that day, big thumb tracing a feather-light path below the purpled skin.

‘You’re both fucking idiots,’ Dean groaned internally from the other side of the door. He knew he had no choice but to up his game.

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Always be Yours- 2

Word Count 5,437 *not my gif*

Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Follows Dean and Reader through season 9 into season 10

Chapter Summary: Adaddon is back and using two hunters to draw the boys into a trap so of course you're right there with them

Warnings: cursing, fights, minor character death

Dean could hear your laughter drifting down the hall the moment he stepped out of his room. You'd only been at the bunker a week or so but you'd always had a habit of making any place feel your presence. Hell even Crowley asked if he could see you when he found out you were there. Kevin was acting more normal than he'd ever seen the kid and it was a bit of a relief to know he wasn't the only one keeping a close eye on Sam should Ezekial decide to not hold up his end of the bargain.

He headed towards the kitchen and could hear music. The closer he got he made out the tune of "You give love a bad name" when he stepped around the corner he was met with the sight of Sam spinning you around while you sang along word for word. Kevin was sitting at the table working on a large stack of pancakes and laughing at the show of you and Sam dancing around the kitchen in your pajamas. The two of you had formed a close friendship back when you were both the youngest kids being pawned off on Bobby during hunts and Dean would be lying if he said he didn't wish you were as comfortable around him as you were Sam.

He could still remember the first case him and Sam worked solo with you. It was the Croatoan virus. You hadn't blinked an eye when you refused to leave Sam's side when he was exposed telling them both that if they were giving in so were you. Over the years you'd been in and out of their lives and the day he'd been dragged out of hell you showed up at Bobby's and had a blade to his neck before him or Bobby could explain. When they proved it was really him that was the first time you'd ever hugged him. You'd pratically squealed when you jumped into his arms "Dean! You're back!"

You always had a habit that no matter how long you went without seeing him or Sam you always treated them as if you'd just seen them the day before. When Sam was soulless you helped him to track down Death to get Sam's soul back. He'd never seen you back down from a fight especially if someone you cared about was fighting.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when you slid to a stop in front of him and held a hand out to him. "C'mon Dean" you pleaded and he shook his head "I haven't even had my coffee yet Y/N" you being the ever persistent woman you were rolled your eyes then looked over your shoulder at Sam "Be a good little brother and fix the man some coffee" Sam grinned as he moved to grab Dean's mug and you turned back around to Dean with a smile "So now what's your excuse?" the song switched to "Have you ever seen the rain" and your eyes lit up when he hummed the first couple bars before hesitantly taking your hand.

You slid your arms up around his neck and he put his hands at your waist careful not to catch the bare skin when your shirt rode up slightly. Normally he'd feel stupid as hell dancing in the kitchen? Especially with an audience but the smile on your face was worth it, most of the time you tried to keep up the front of a fearless hunter but since Bobby's death you'd started to let your guard fall more often and around more people than just Sam. When the song ended you winked at him and said "Who knew Dean Winchester can dance?" then moved to turn the player down. Sam cleared his throat and looked from you to Dean before holding the coffee out "Want your coffee Dean?" when you turned your back Sam raised his eyebrows and Dean shot him a glare "Thanks Sammy" you thankfully didn't see the look passed between them when you turned around to ask Kevin if he wanted orange juice.

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The ease of the morning was interrupted by a phone call coming in about a busload of bodies found on a naval base. That mixed with the freaky storms and dead cattle circling that area screamed demon. You grabbed your duffel bag and the bag with your fed suit then stepped out of your room and met up with Kevin in the hallway. He glanced down towards the armory so you shot him a smile "Just stay away from him Kev. He'll try to get into your head and it's not worth it" he gave you a small smile in return "I'll stay away from him Y/N" he turned to head to the library so you headed for the map room where Sam and Dean stood waiting. Dean's eyes skimmed over you and your crossed your arms "Is there a problem Dean?" he met your eyes and smirked slightly "Naw, just you're gonna be a lot more fun to look at all day than Sammy here" you rolled your eyes and chunked your duffel bag to him considering they both already kept go bags in baby's trunk "Easy tiger, we got work to do"

You walked next to Sam up the stairs talking about the case and what could possibly be waiting.

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When Dean rolled to a stop right outside the area that had been tapped off you slid your ID into your pocket then climbed out the backseat. You had stopped off about ten miles back for all of you to change into your suits. "This place reeks of sulphur" Sam muttered and you nodded "Between the stink and the storms.." "Mixed with the dead cattle I'll take demons for a thousand Alex" Dean finished holding the police tape up for you to walk underneath.

The MP noticed the three of you and headed your way so you pulled your badges out while Dean did the introduction "Agents Stark, Banner and Barnes. FBI. Just need to have a look around" She didn't hesitate to ask "Why? This is a military case, not a federal one" "Well that's not what our supervisor said" you interjected and if anything you speaking seemed to make her attitude that much worse "That so? Then maybe him and I ought to have a chat" Sam cut his eyes at you and Dean said "Ok" then pulled his phone out. You wondered what he was doing and leaned up slightly to see him hit Kevin's number.

"Hey boss, we got a little problem" poor Kevin you just hoped he knew to play along. After a beat Dean continued "Yeah just a local badge needs a little confirmation we're supposed to be here. How the word came down from FBI headquarters in D.C." you were glad you were used to situations like this because if not you probably would've laughed imagining how confused Kevin must be but nonetheless Dean said "Yeah" then held the phone out to the MP.

She looked between the three of you before saying "This is sergeant Miranda Bates. Who am I talking to?" She looked back at Dean who you knew by far wouldn't break before asking Kevin "How old are you?" you were started to get annoyed with her attitude when she said "Listen kid, I don't have to do anything and I don't take orders from the feebs so unless you can give me one good reason you got a couple of pretty boy agents and their handler poking around my crime scene" "Handler?" you scoffed and Sam reached a hand out to pull you back next to him as she kept ranting "I'm gonna put them in cuffs and spank your ass raw"

Her face fell at something Kevin said "What?..How did you find that?" You looked between the boys to see if they had any idea what Kevin was telling her but they both shrugged. She finally said "Yes sir" then handed Dean's phone back and walked away.

Dean was barely holding back a smile when he said "Kevin, what the hell did you just do?" Sam motioned to the bus so Dean waved the two of you ahead.

You stepped on the bus behind Sam and went to the first body while Sam started looking over a different one. "Sam look" you pushed back the guy's shirt with a pen to show the bullet hole in his chest. All the bodies had fatal wounds but they were all also long dead.

Dean then stepped up on the bus and asked "Got anything?" Sam nodded to the body nearest you "This guy was shot in the heart" "That what killed him?" he asked and Sam looked at you so you shrugged "Maybe? but like ten or twenty years ago" Dean glanced at Sam who added "All these bodies have fatal wounds but they're all old" "So meatsuits?" Dean guessed so you nodded "Bodies took a licking but demons kept them ticking"

"And now they're riding the soldiers" Sam added. Dean looked behind Sam "Hey" you looked up to see sergeant Bates walking up onto the bus with a tablet in her hands "Excuse me agents. We pulled this off the security camera. You might want to take a look" Sam reached out for it so you moved to the side so Dean could see the screen as well. It clearly showed the soldiers walking away but Sam froze on one woman in particular. You knew they couldn't tell you why in front of Bates but the moment the three of you stepped off the bus Dean said "Abaddon? Seriously?" and you knew why Sam had frozen the screen. That was the demon that had attacked the men of letters and who killed their grandfather Henry after him and her jumped through a magical portal to recent time.

"I thought you kentucky fried that meatsuit?" Dean asked Sam who shrugged "I did Dean" "Then how did she get it back?" you asked and nodded to the cop that held the tape up for you to pass. "And why's she playing G.I. Joe?" Dean said and Sam responded "No clue. Why don't you ask her when we find her?"

You slid into the backseat and pulled your suit jacket off while Dean pulled out onto the road and said "Oh I will and then I'm gonna chop her freaking head off..again"

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After stopping off long enough for all of you to change back into normal clothes you got back on the road to the bunker. It was already dark out and you were laid across the backseat when Sam's phone rang and you heard him say "Hold on Kevin..Wait..slow down" Sam cut his eyes back when you sat up then put the phone on speaker while Kevin repeated the coordinates he'd been given then said "And she gave me two names. Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell" "Irv's a friend, don't know Tracy" Dean cut in before Kevin continued "All right, the lady said they were hunters and that if you didn't go save them that she would kill them" "Yeah heard that song before" Dean grumbled but you were looking up the coordinates to see where you were all headed.

"Dean, who was she?" Kevin asked so you answered without looking up "The bad guy" Dean asked Kevin to dig up everything the men of letters had on the knights of hell. Abaddon was one although you didn't know exactly what that entailed. After Sam hung up with Kevin you leaned up between him and Dean "The numbers point to a spot on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon" then glanced between the two of them "Are we gonna adknowledge this is a trap right?"

"Yup" Dean said matter of factly. You turned your head to look at Sam when he asked "And we're just gonna walk right into it?" "Guns blazing" you answered and saw Dean glance your way in the mirror. "Well Y/N's with me, Sam?" Sam of course said "You know it"

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You drove through the night and stopped a few miles shy of where Abaddon wanted to meet so all of you could be as well prepared as possible. The place was completely abandoned. Dean gave voice to your thoughts when he asked "What the hell happened here?" "A local chemical plant sprang a leak years ago. They evacuated three square blocks. Guess it's still contaminated"

"Wait? So this whole place is poison?" you asked, a little worried. "Yeah" Sam replied and you laughed when you saw Dean's hand move to cover his crotch "That's not gonna help" Sam told him with a sigh. Dean realized you'd seen him and shrugged "It doesn't hurt"

One thing you'd gotten used to was that when you hunted with them both they had a habit of keeping you between them when they could. You weren't sure if it was on purpose or not. The three of you walked further into the town then heard a slam coming from an old diner that caused you and Sam to pull your guns. Dean nodded so you covered Sam while he kicked the door in.

"Clear" you and Dean went in behind him so you kept an eye on the kitchen to make sure there was no surprises while Dean untied Irv and who had to be Tracy. You glanced back when he said Abaddon had been torturing hunters to get information on Sam and Dean. If you hadn't been with them she might have gotten her claws on you.

Dean gave Irv a shot of holy water while Sam gave one to Tracy who rolled her eyes "Happy?" she was slinging more aggression towards Sam than you would've liked but now wasn't the time. Irv nodded to you when Dean untied him "Y/N, good to see ya" "Yeah" you said then once again Tracy got mouthy with Sam when he introduced himself. You knew the look you had when Irv quickly explained "She's new. We worked a shifter job in Sacramento together. Smart but got a mouth on her" She scoffed so you clicked your tongue "Honey we ain't got time for whatever you got going on. We need to gear up and clear out" Dean tilted his head towards you "What she said"

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You were helping Dean lay out every weapon you'd grabbed. "We got jesus juice, devil's trap bullets shoot a demon with them and put em on lockdown" He explained and you spun an angel blade in your hand "Angel blades work"

Irv took a gun loaded with Devil's trap bullets about the time Sam said "They're coming" "Good" Dean said handing you a vial of holy water. "They've got assault rifles" Sam added and you cursed under your breath "Ok, less good"

Irv looked at Dean "So, what's the play?" Dean looked at you "Give me your phone" you handed it over without question and watched him record a voice memo of himself saying "COME AND GET IT YOU DICKS" and knew his plan. You grabbed one of the cake trays and drug it over in front of him "Prop it up here" he did as you said then looked between everyone else. "Let's go"

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All of you made it out behind the cafe so Dean looked around "We got to flank seal team douche in there so uh Irv, you and me will go left. Sam, you Y/N and Tracy go right" "Ok let's move" Sam said and reached for Tracy's arm but she shoved him back "Don't touch me" "What is your problem?" you asked feeling Dean grab you around the waist with one arm to hold you in place while he repeated the question.

Tracy's eyes never moved off of Sam "My family's dead because of him" "What?" Sam asked and in that moment you could've knocked Tracy flat just for the guilt in his eyes. She looked back at you then at Dean before saying "I watched a demon slaughter my parents and the whole time it talked about how it was celebrating how some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage" you looked over your shoulder at Dean and he slid his arm from around you. "Ok we got to move. Y/N you go with Sam and Irv, Tracy with me" you didn't really want to leave her with Dean in case it became a your brother did this to my people so I'm gonna do this to you type of thing but it wasn't like you were in a position to start an argument. You simply nodded and tapped Sam's shoulder "Let's go"

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You were walking close to Sam gripping your gun and trying to keep an eye out, He had the demon blade in his hand and Irv was behind you. "Sam you copacetic?" Irv asked and Sam nodded "I'm good" Irv glanced at you then said "Good. Give me that toothpick, grab Y/N then you two get Dean and Tracy and get the hell out of here" "What?" you asked in shock and Irv explained "I'm going in there alone. I'll buy you as much time as I can"

"Irv, that's death" Sam glanced at you for help but you didn't know what to say at a friend basically asking for the two of you to be ok with him killing himself. Irv looked ashamed when he finally spoke "Yeah, well it's what I got coming..It's my fault. I was in some dive and I was sloppy and lonely" Sam glanced at you as Irv continued "And I met some girl and the next thing you know, I'm strapped to some bed and she's twisting things that ain't supposed to be twisted" "She who?" Sam questioned but you had a feeling you already knew the answer Irv saying "Abaddon" just confirmed you were right.

Irv's voice broke when he said "I gave em up. Pete,Tracy,even you Y/N. I gave em all up. So Sam you hand me that blade and you let me do what I got to do or so help me" but he had moved to the point his back wasn't blocked by any building and a shot rang out a second before Irv fell. Sam instinctively pushed you back and pulled his gun. You nodded that you were ok then you both leaned out to return fire then make a break for the diner that was across the street.

You fell in behind Sam and looked up to see one of the demon's holding you at gunpoint "Boo"

He snatched you to your feet and Sam dove for him with the demon blade but another demon popped up and knocked Sam sideways then both of you were thrown over the counter. You scrambled to your feet again about the time the third demon walked around the corner and smiled "Cool. I didn't miss the best part"

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Safe to say you and Sam were getting your asses handed to you. He had his head slammed into a wall and you thought he was unconscious then suddenly his eyes glowed blue and he looked at "GET DOWN" "Bout time you pop up" you muttered diving back behind the counter and tucking yourself into the smallest ball possible as Ezekiel's wings shown on the wall of the diner.

You stayed in that position until the door of the diner opened and Dean called your name. He let out a visible breath when you popped up. "Fuck don't hide again!" "He told me to!" you argued pointing at Ezekiel who was stabbing the last demon in the head with the demon blade. "They were going to kill him and her Dean" "Ezekiel?" Dean asked and you nodded. "What the hell did you do?" Dean pushed and Ezekiel turned to face him "I was protecting your brother and Y/N. I thought that was what you wanted" "Yeah of course, Thank you we're just still getting used to all this" you cut in and Ezekiel looked around "As am I" "Sam's ok?' you asked and Ezekiel explained that he had been knocked unconscious and in a way still was and wouldn't remember what happened. "So what the hell am I supposed to tell him when he comes to?" Dean asked and Ezekiel held the demon blade out "Which was why I used the knife"

"Right, smart" Dean took the blade then looked at you when Ezekiel spoke "You are troubled still" Dean turned back towards him "Yeah it's just that uh. Yeah this is on me. I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up hell so every demon deal, every person they kill you're looking at the person who let it happen" "Dean" you tried but he wouldn't even look at you. "You were protecting your brother" Ezekiel offered then continued "I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows I know. and I know that what you did you did out of love"

Dean scoffed "Look Zeke, I'm gonna call you Zeke. I'm not really with the whole uh love and well love" you were standing there looking between the two of them when Ezekiel said "but it is why I said yes" "Yeah and if that goes sideways that's on me too" you finally snapped at Dean "PLEASE STOP HATING YOURSELF FOR FIVE SECONDS"

They both looked a little startled so you took a breath and said "We're trusting you Ezekiel" Dean finally shook himself out the shock of you hollering at him to say "and I just hope you're one of the good guys" "I am" Ezekiel said then added "But I suppose that's what a bad guy would say...Dean Winchester you are going the right thing" you took a deep breath and look at Ezekiel "How about letting Sam take back control? me and Dean will clean up before he wakes up" Ezekiel nodded then walked over to where Sam had been knocked out and sat back.

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Once his head drooped over you moved to help Dean load the weapons back into the bag. Neither of you spoke until Sam started to stir.

When he groaned you made it to his side first "Sam?" "Sammy?" Dean asked helping Sam to his feet. Sam looked at you "What the hell happened?" you shrugged "You took a shot to the head, I was about to be the pinata for these asshats before Dean decided to slide in and save our asses"

Sam looked at Dean "You killed three demons, alone?" Dean shrugged "Took them by surprise. Got a little messy, I got a little lucky oh and I'm awesome so there's that" Sam looked around and you smirked when he said "You are pretty damn awesome"

You heard an engine roll up and looked out the window to see Tracy roll up in baby and looked back at Dean "She gets to drive baby and I don't?" Dean tried to explain but you simply grabbed the weapons as the three of you headed outside.

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Tracy looked at Sam "You good?" "Yeah, more or less" and you smiled when her reply was "Good." She chunked the keys to Dean "I got everything but guess I'm late to the party" "Lucky you" you muttered and walked around to get in behind Sam as Dean said "Let's blow this toxic dump. Burgers and silkwood showers on me"

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After you dropped Tracy off at one of her friend's houses you and the boys got back on the road. You hadn't really said much to either of them. You were thinking about Ezekiel and if he truly was a good guy. Sam was used to the way you'd get quiet sometimes but Dean had looked in the mirror about a dozen times before you finally said "Speak Dean" he shrugged "You pissed at me?"

You knew you had to look as confused as you felt so he clarified "Tracy driving baby?" you laughed "Naw if you wanted to let me drive her you would" and shrugged he looked a bit hurt so you winked at him to let him know you weren't upset about that.

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Twenty miles from Lebanon Dean decided to stop to get Kevin some food. You were sitting in the backseat with your head leaned back while Sam checked his emails.

You glanced up when the door closest to you opened and was surprised to see Dean holding the car keys out to you "I really don't want you killing me in my sleep" you grinned and snatched them from him not risking him changing his mind.

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When you pulled up to the bunker and killed the engine you looked back at Dean who was watching you and smiled "Thank you" he took the keys that you were holding out and nodded "Wait, you're still staying around right?" you didn't stop to think Sam hadn't heard that conversation between you and Dean before he said "What?" you shook your head and climbed out the car "Don't worry about it Sam I'm not going anywhere any time soon."

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Kevin was nowhere to be found and considering Crowley killed his mom the three of you ran to the armory.

Crowley was beat up but at least not dead and neither was Kevin. "Who worked you over?" Sam asked. Crowley looked at you then said "Martin Hayward and Brandon Favors" "They did this?" you asked but he shook his head "No they're demons. Your boys wanted names, I'm giving names. They're underperformers. Spike them, You're doing me a favor"

Dean smirked "Wow, you break easy" Crowley rolled his eyes "Please,your little plan to have me stir in my own delicious juices? Pathetic. You want intel, I want things too. Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement. Quid pro quo gentlemen" "So these names are freebies?" you asked and Crowley smiled at you "Not at all sweets.You can consider them fair trade for the enjoyment Kevin gave me" "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" You and Dean asked in unison and Crowley quirked an eyebrow at that before saying "He's my new favorite toy. Wind him up and watch him go" You glared at him "You red eyed bastard" then spun around to walk out the armory and find Kevin. You heard Dean tell Sam "Check the names, I'll help Y/N find the kid"

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You found him packed up and trying to leave "Where are you going?" Dean asked but Kevin kept walking so you stepped in his path. "Y/N you can't keep me locked up here. I'm leaving" "Like hell" Dean said and you cut your eyes at him "Kev we told you not to talk to Crowley he messes with your head" "He said my mom was alive, that if I let him go he'd give her back"

"And you believed him?" Dean asked with a scoff. "He's still in there isn't he?" you moved to put yourself between Dean and Kevin before saying "Kev, Crowley's lying" "And if he's not?" he asked and you were glad for once that Dean answered "Than she's dead, in every way that matters anyways. We're sorry Kevin"

"I know you're dying to bolt. I get it but out that door it's angels and demons and they'd all love to get their hands on a prophet so even with Crowley here..It's still the safest place for you" you took a breath hoping you'd gotten through to the kid. "and we need you" Dean added.

It hurt your heart when Kevin assumed "Because I'm useful?" but you couldn't help but smile when Dean answered "No,because you're family. Same as Y/N. If you don't think after all we've been through together we all wouldn't die for each other man I don't know what to tell you. We're all we got but hey if none of that matters to you then I won't stop you and I won't let Y/N"

Kevin looked at you then slowly nodded "Ok" you cut your eyes at Dean "I'm gonna get him to his room then I'll come find you and Sam"

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You walked into the library and heard Dean telling Sam "You have helped a lot more people than you've hurt" and guessed it was due to what Tracy said so you stepped further in and Dean waved you over and sat a glass of whiskey in front of you.

You took it then sat down next to Sam. Dean looked back at him then said "All of that was then" he held up his glass so you did the same and bumped Sam's shoulder so he'd join in when Dean said "Here's to now"

You clicked your glasses against theirs then took a sip. "You both ready for it?" Sam asked so you looked at Dean who questioned "Ready for what?" "Fallens angels, Abaddon. Cas losing his halo, Crowley living in our basement"

You half laughed "Dean you invited me to move into a freakin sitcom" Dean shrugged "At least you have company?" Then turned his attention to Sam "What about you? How's the engine running?"

Sam looked between the two of you before saying "Honestly? I feel better than I have in a long time. I know it's crazy out there but I look around here and I see friends and family. I'm happier than I've been in forever. It's just things are good" Dean met your eyes and nodded "Never better"

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Sam had already headed to bed and Dean went to check in on Kevin. You knew you wouldn't wind down for a while so you collected the books Kevin had pulled about the knights of hell and laid them out across one of the tables in the library.

You poured yourself another glass of whiskey then sat down. You were halfway through the first book when Dean cleared his throat and you glanced up to see him leaning against the doorway "I figured you went to bed" you said and held the bottle out. He took it then sat across from you "I figured you did too"

He poured a glass then reached for one of the books so you slid it across to him. The two of you read in silence for a few minutes before he called your name. You glanced up "Yeah?" "What was that about?" You weren't exactly sure what he meant so you asked "What was what about?"

He closed the book and for once there was no humor in his face when he asked "You yelling at me about not hating myself for five minutes?" Oh that was what he meant. You finally answered "You're very self deprecating Dean even worse than Sam. I can't stand it" he nodded but still pushed "Why?"

You sighed and laid the book down pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and trying to get the words right before you spoke them "You're a good man Dean. You damn near raised Sam, you have saved so many people. You have a good heart and even when you fuck up it's due to good intentions and don't start about the road to hell being paved with good intentions you know what I mean. When it comes down to it there's no one else I'd rather have to back me in a fight or as a friend" the corner of his lips ticked up in a small smirk "um thanks?" You shrugged "It's the truth. Now let's finish with these books we're currently on then I think we should head to bed" "Yours or mine?" He teased with a smirk but you knew the best way to handle Dean was to give his own medicine right back to him so you quickly fired back "Oh honey I just don't think you could handle me" and laughed at the look on his face "Yeah I can definitely see why Sam likes having you around" "oh and you don't like having me around not even in the least?" You asked and and he rolled his eyes then pushed the book you'd been reading back at you "Read your book Y/N"

You turned your attention back to the book but noticed the way he kept glancing your way for the next half hour. When you finally closed your book to head to bed you stood and stretched "See you in the morning?" He nodded "I'll be the best looking one" you shook your head with a smile then headed to your room.

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#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fic #always be yours

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rizlowwritessortof · 3 years

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Meant To Be - Chapter 2

Dean and Jordan are each trying to escape their painful pasts. Their chance meeting and a dangerous encounter begins a relationship that may give them both a new start.

Pairing: Police Detective Dean Winchester/Jordan Taylor

Word Count: 2050

Warnings: Abusive relationship and related violence, nothing graphic.

Aesthetic by @editsbymichele on Instagram; Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Dean pulled on his jeans and shoved his feet into his running shoes, then grabbed his gun, clipping his badge onto his waistband before heading outside.

Jordan’s car was engulfed in flames, and the sound of one of the windows exploding from the heat made him jump. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of Darrel. He had to be close, watching, probably waiting for Jordan to come out. He heard sirens in the distance as he doubled back and went around behind the building.

He moved quickly to the other end of the structure, peering through the darkness for a sign of his prey, then moved across to the backyard of the houses that lined the east side of the block. He moved carefully, almost silent, from one yard to the next until he spotted Darrel watching the fire from behind a tree near the corner house. As he drew closer, he could hear the man mumbling, “Come on, Jordan, where the hell are you?”

Dean stepped up behind him, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the base of his skull. “She’s in her room, right where I told her to stay, dickbag.”

“Man, who the fuck are you?” Darrel blurted out in frustration as he raised his hands.

“Well, for one thing, I’m a cop. And the local boys are on the way, so let’s go meet ‘em.”

“All I wanted was for her to come out, so we could talk.”

Dean snorted and shoved the gun against Darrel’s head, urging him along. “Social skills are really not your strong suit, are they, Darrel?”

Dean marched his reluctant prisoner back to the motel parking lot, holding his badge high as the police cruiser pulled in, followed by the fire department. The officers got out, guns drawn, and Dean shoved the gun into the back of Darrel’s neck again. “Move.” He tossed his badge to one officer, who examined it and handed it back. “This guy is your arsonist. He also assaulted the woman who owns this car earlier today and tried to abduct her. Sorry, don’t have my cuffs on me, so if you’d do the honors...” He gave Darrel a push, filling the officers in on the details as they cuffed the prisoner. As he finished with his report, Jordan flew by him in a furious blur.

“You son of a bitch!” She shouted into Darrel’s face, then rocked back and punched him square in the face with everything she had. The man howled in pain, blood spurting from his nose, and Dean grabbed Jordan’s arm, pulling her away.

“Fuckin’ bitch broke my nose!” Darrel yelled, as an officer, struggling not to laugh, pressed a wad of tissues to his face. “I wanna press charges!”

“For what? I didn’t see anything. You guys see anything?” Dean asked, unable to smother the grin on his face.

“Nope. Didn’t see a thing,” the arresting officer answered with a wink at Jordan. They walked Darrel over to the rescue squad, letting them staunch the bleeding before shoving him into the back seat of the cruiser. With a nod in Dean’s direction, they backed out and headed for the police station.

As soon as they pulled away, Jordan bent over, groaning in pain, her hand shoved between her knees. “FUCK. Nobody ever told me how much that would hurt!”

Dean tried not to laugh as he reached for her injured hand. “Let me see.” He gave her hand a quick once-over, then put an arm around her shoulders and steered her back towards the room. “Nothing’s broken, at least. Come on, Sugar Ray. Let’s get some ice on it.”

He walked her around the fire truck and down to his room, ushering her in and seating her in a chair before heading to the bathroom for a towel and to the fridge for ice. She accepted the ice pack from him with a sheepish ‘Thank you’ and applied it, wincing. “I know, that was stupid. But damn, it felt good. For a minute, anyway.”

Dean laughed softly. “Yeah, I bet it did. He had it comin’.”

“So...” she glanced up, watching him pour more whiskey into cups for them both. “You didn’t tell me you were a cop.”

“You didn’t tell me you were an MMA fighter, either,” he joked, and she smiled, blushing.

“I’m not. I’ve never hit anybody before in my life.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he chuckled. “But you did a fan-fucking-tastic job of it.” He sat down across from her, sliding one of the drinks over her way.

She laughed softly. “Thanks.”

“Anyway, yeah – I’m a detective. Violent Crimes Division in Kansas City.”

“Oh. That sounds – dark.”

He geared back a little with a nod, a grim smirk on his lips. “Yeah. Sometimes,” he replied, downing a swallow of his whiskey. “So what do you do? Or did you do?”

“I worked for a local attorney. Small town, small office. Hated to leave him, he was a good boss, I’ve worked for him for years. But I needed to get the hell out of Dodge, you know?” She stared into her cup for a moment. “I don’t know what I’ll do now. My plan was to drive to Kansas City, find a cheap motel to live in until I found a job and a place to live. Can’t really drive anywhere now, thanks to that douchebag.”

“Law office, huh?”

“Yeah. I know, it sounds thrilling. But I ran the office, and I loved it. Just… finding something in the city is gonna be a lot different than working for someone I knew my whole life.”

They chatted for a while, until Jordan was yawning more than she was talking, the adrenaline gone and her exhaustion kicking in. Dean laughed softly, and she gave him a shy, sheepish smile. “Well, it is, what – 2:30 AM?? Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, pretty late. Listen, why don’t you just crawl into the other bed and get some shut-eye. Tomorrow morning the local PD wants you to come in and give your statement, and then that’s hopefully the last you have to deal with Darrel.”

“God, I hope you’re right. But I don’t want to impose on your space...”

“Not imposing. I offered, and I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want you to. You’re barely keeping your eyes open, and we’ll both be asleep as soon as we hit our pillows.”

“Ok, I won’t argue.” Jordan stood and stretched, then headed for the extra bed, pulling the bedding back and slipping between the sheets with a sigh. Dean stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at her.

“I’m gonna grab a quick shower. See you in the morning, Xena.” He flashed a grin and went in, laughing as a pillow flew towards him, deflected by the quickly closed door.

Jordan fell asleep still smiling.

The next morning Dean was gone when she woke, squinting at the alarm clock next to the bed. It was only a little after 6 AM, but she dragged herself out of the warm cocoon of blankets and headed out the back door to her own room. After a shower and some clean clothes, she was feeling almost human, except for the nagging need for coffee. She was just figuring out the miniscule coffee maker in the kitchenette when a knock sounded at her front door. She peeked through the peephole, then smiled as she opened it to Dean, bearing two very large coffees.

“You are a saint,” she said gratefully as he handed her one of the steaming cups and set the other on the table.

“It’s been said,” he grinned, and she laughed. “I thought we’d have a primer, then head to Molly’s for some breakfast before we go down to the police station. If you want.”

“Oh, breakfast sounds amazing. I’ll bet Molly makes fantastic pancakes.”

“And bacon.” Dean’s eyes closed in pleasure at the thought. “Maybe a couple of eggs.”

“Ooooh, and hashbrowns!” She giggled, sipping at her coffee. “You’d think we didn’t stuff our faces with bacon cheeseburgers and fries last night.”

They took their time at Molly’s, eating their fill and lingering over their coffee, then drove to the police station late that morning. It took longer than Jordan had expected, but finally she was putting her signature to the documents and breathing a sigh of relief, hoping that chapter of her life was behind her at last.

Dean dropped her off at her room, and she spent the next couple of hours on the phone with her insurance company, grateful that they would pay for a tow company to haul her burned-out car to a junk yard. Buying a new vehicle would have to wait until she was back to work.

With that depressing thought, she flopped down on the bed and started sorting through the overwhelming List of Things To Do in her head. Get a rental car, find a cheap but hopefully safe hotel to stay in until she could afford an apartment, and, the biggie… FIND A JOB. In a new city, where she didn’t know her way around.

Her mind was still going in circles as she made more notes and chewed on her pencil, and her phone ringing made her jump. She saw Dean’s name and answered with a little laugh. “Hi, Dean.”

“You doing anything important right now?”

“Not really. Just trying to figure out what’s next for me. Haven’t been making much progress.”

“Well, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something. Can you come to my room? Sam’ll be showing up pretty soon, so I hate to leave.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right over.”

Dean was on his phone when he opened the door, and she walked in and took a seat at the table as he finished his conversation. “Okay, Sammy – see you in a while.” He grinned at her as he pulled out the chair across from her and plopped down.

“So, Dean, what’s up? There’s not a problem with the statement at the station or anything, is there?”

“No, nope, everything’s fine as far as I know. I just wanted to run something by you.”

She leaned back in her chair and looked at him, not sure what to expect. “Okay...”

“So, you’re headed to KC, right? That’s the plan?”

“Well, yeah – it was the plan before my car got torched. Now it’s getting more complicated.”

“Not really. It’s actually pretty simple. See, Sam and I are headed back there tomorrow morning. There’s no reason why you can’t just ride down with us.”

Jordan’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Why not? We live there, anyway, we’re all headed to the same place. If you want. I’m not trying to push you or anything, but – we’d be more than happy to give you a ride.”

“Is – I mean, would your brother be okay with that?”

“Okay, second thing. So, I told Sam about your former job. See, he’s an attorney, and he just lost his legal assistant about three weeks ago. He hasn’t been able to find anybody else yet, and he’s dying to meet you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m serious.”

“Dean, I don’t know what to say… The only thing is, I’ll need to rent a car so I can look for a place to live temporarily until I have a steady paycheck.”

Dean grinned. “Third thing. Talked to Donna, my partner. She lives in a two-bedroom place, and she’s been talking about getting a roomie. Not that you’d have to commit to that, but she said you’d be welcome to stay with her until you got settled down there. Or stay on as her roommate if you like it there and decide you want to, whatever.” Jordan was staring at him with her mouth open, so he continued. “Look, I know I just dumped a whole load of stuff on you, you don’t have to answer this second, but the offer – well, offers – are on the table.”

She moved her gaze to the table top and blew out an overwhelmed breath. Tears were stinging at her eyes as she looked back up at him. “Dean Winchester, where have you been my whole life?”

Chapter 3

#meant to be #chapter 2 #dean fic #dean x oc #dean x jordan

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buckthegrump · 4 years

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IBTHNTTTY - 13

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Y/n hates Bucky Barnes. Absolutely loathes him what makes it worse is that she has to share her office with him. Now with a promotion on the horizon she has to find a way to work with him and not against him.

Word Count: 1928

Warnings: swears, angst, a little bit of violence but in the fun way

A/n: now i know what y’all wanted from this part but i give you something better

Y/n rubbed her hands down her cheek as she stared at the manuscript. Whoever was trying to write this particular manuscript didn’t have even a grammar checker on their computer apparently. This was burning her eyes.

She pushed up her glasses as she squinted at the words trying to figure out what this author was trying to say.

The office door closed, Y/n turned around to see who’d done it to find Bucky there.

“Oh, good morning Mr. Barnes,” this was her trying not to be a bitch. It was coming off as super formal, but she was trying.

Bucky set down his things and pulled his chair next to her desk.

He sat there and stared at her for a moment.

“Ok, I’m trying not to be mean to you but if you’re going to stare at me, you’re going to test my patience,” she said glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

“I’m gonna even the playing field.”

Y/n turned her whole body towards him. “Right now?”

“Yeah -” but he didn’t sound too sure about it.

“What about this, tell me over lunch. So you don’t have to do it at work and you can take all the time you need. You can also change your mind between now and then,” she offered. “Not to mention this author is trying to kill me.”

“Yeah, ok,” he hung his head.

“Go get some work down.” Y/n nodded over to his computer, so he took his chair and got to work.

Throughout the morning Y/n snuck glances to Bucky, who also looked at her but turned away before she could see. He looked stressed over something. Probably whatever it was that he wanted to tell her, but she couldn’t help that he was only going to tell her (whatever it was) because of what she’d said last night.

And he shouldn’t if he felt forced to and now she felt like an even bigger bitch than she would’ve had she simply ignored him today.

Y/n left her desk to take something up to Natasha and when she got back to the office she stood at Bucky’s desk.

“Is it lunchtime already?” He asked, he looked so nervous.

“Not yet, but,” she leaned against his desk and he stiffened, “I don’t want you to do something purely because I complained that you’d seen more of me than I’d seen of you. So we can still go to lunch but you don’t have to tell me anything. We’ll just go and have a meal.”

“You’ll sit through lunch with me? As in just two people sharing a meal?” A smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

“I mean, you’re my friend. I go to lunch with my friends. Unless you don’t want to be friends?”

“No, I - I do,” he answered.

“Try again at lunch and maybe you’ll sound more convincing,” she teased with a wink. “Hurry up and finish, I’m hungry.”

* * *

They sat in the restaurant that Bucky had chosen. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a diner. But it was special to him.

It was a place he used to frequent during the late nights in college so much so that the owners knew him and his friends by name. And knew his order by heart.

“Do you know what you want?” Bucky looked over his menu at Y/n. He didn’t really need to look at the menu Stan would already know what he would be getting.

“Didn’t I ban you for life, Barnes?” Stan asked.

Speak of the devil. Bucky was still looking at Y/n when he smiled.

“You can’t ban your best and favorite customer.” Bucky turned his attention to Stan, who stared blankly back at him.

“I’m pretty sure I told you to never come back after the last late night shenanigans,” Stan said, not changing his face at all.

“No,” Bucky corrected, “you told Sam to never come back. He was the one that was flirting with your daughter -”

“Careful.”

“I’m merely pointing out. That Sam is the one who was banned, not me, and I brought someone new,” Bucky looked at Y/n and winked, “and she is much more refined than Sammy boy, and probably tips better.”

“Not that it matters today,” Y/n said, “you’re paying.”

“Well, I’m an excellent tipper,” Bucky beamed even brighter than before.

“What would you like, Y/n?” Stan asked, pointedly ignoring Bucky.

“Can I get the plate of chili-cheese-fries? And a large soda, please?” Y/n looked up sweetly at Stan who almost smiled.

Stan walked away. And Y/n looked back at Bucky. “Is he not going to take your order?”

“He knows what I get almost every time I come in. And I would’ve already told him if I’d wanted something different,” Bucky told her.

She started playing with a sugar packet and Bucky studied her. He was still trying to figure out what he was going to do about what she’d said at the office. She had made such a big deal about balance the night before and had suddenly backpedaled. It was almost as if she was actually trying to be friends with him.

Which was another point. When she’d asked him if he wanted to be friends, he wanted to just answer no. Because he didn’t want to just be friends. He wanted more with her, but. . . Y/n seemed like the kind of person who would’ve hinted if she had any feelings that were in the slightest bit romantic for him. So friends they could be.

He also found that he wanted to tell her his secrets. All of them. Right now. But he wouldn’t, he would wait.

She looked up at him and glared a little. “What are you looking at?”

“I was trying to figure out if your sunflower is the only tattoo or if you have more,” he blurted, not realizing it was true until he said it. He didn’t mean for it to come out as sexual as it did. “I’m sorry, ignore that -”

“No, no, it’s ok. As of right now? No but you haven’t seen me in a few weeks have you?”

Bucky gaped at her for a moment. “Wh-w-what?”

Y/n h’mmed, she propped her head up on her hands leaning closer to him. He was doing his damnedest to not let his eyes drift south.

“Are you trying not to look at my boobs?” She asked shifting slightly to put them at a different angle.

“What makes you say that? We’re friends, I tend to not view my friends like that.” Or at least try, and in this case fail.

“So you’ve never had thoughts like that about me?”

His mind flashed to the dream from a few weeks ago, he pushed the thoughts away. Now was not the time. “I’m the kind of guy who says bosom remember? And if I recall, that’s a turn off for you.”

“I never said that.”

“So you like the word bosom?” He raised a brow.

“It’s not that,” she shrugged, sitting back in the booth. Thank god. “You just seem like the kind of man to say ‘tits’. That just seems more like your kind of deal.”

It was Bucky’s turn to lean forward. He put his weight on his forearms and tilted his head.

“Do you imagine what words I use for dirty talk, sunflower?” He smirked. It was slight and only happened for a moment, but her eyes widened. “Is it only the words? Or is there more you let your mind wander towards?”

Y/n was shocked and hiding rather well, other than the slight eye reaction. Bucky was about to press for more when Stan walked up with their food. Bucky leaned away.

“Chili-cheese-fries and a large soda for the lady,” Stan said in a kinder voice than Bucky’d ever heard, “And a heart attack special with water for the hoodrat.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about me!” Bucky called after him. Stan waved off Bucky.

“So you're a hoodrat,” Y/n smirked.

Bucky frowned at his meal. “I wanted a root beer float.”

Y/n looked down at his food then up at Bucky and his figure. “You have a crazy metabolism don’t you? Because that might make me hate you again.”

“Only sometimes, and I do work out a bit. I’m not this buff because I sit around.” Bucky paused plopping a fry in his mouth. “I do want to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Y/n’s attention was mostly on her fries , as she stabbed at them with her fork.

“That thing I was going to tell you this morning. I want to tell you but I think I’m afraid you’ll see me differently,” Bucky shrugged, “and I don’t want to tell you here.”

Y/n chewed her food for a second, she didn’t fully swallow before covering her mouth with her hand and answering. “Well unless you’re like some sort of serial killer or something else horrid like that, I think we’ll be fine.”

“Being a serial killer is what would make you hate me?”

“Yeah,” she answered simply, “Unless you killed rapists. That would be a different story.”

“So you like a vigilante?” Bucky took a bite of his burger.

“I like protectors, I like people that make me feel safe. They don’t have to save me, but I like knowing that I don’t have to have my guard up all the time,” her eyes got wide. “Oooo, that’s way too deep for lunchtime.”

“Eat, we don’t have much longer before we need to get back.”

* * *

Bucky had just paid and they were getting out of their seats. Y/n glanced over at the door when she heard the bell rang.

“Shit,” she muttered. Her heart pounded against her ribs as if trying to escape her chest. She grabbed Bucky’s wrist and he turned to her.

“What is it?” He asked softly.

“Brock is here,” she whispered, looking away from the man in question but keeping him in her peripheral vision.

Bucky whipped his head toward the door. He took a step toward the door but Y/n’s grip on his wrist tightened. He looked down at her hand then back up at her. She shook her head slowly hoping that he understood.

“Fine,” he said, but he didn’t sound happy about just leaving.

They were almost out the door when Brock decided to not just let them pass.

“Y/n,” he smirked at her. “You ran out so quickly on our date, we didn’t get a chance to finish what we’d started.”

The bell above the door rang again.

“Leave her alone,” Bucky spat at Brock.

“Who are you? Her pet dog?” Brock barely gave Bucky a second of attention before looking back to Y/n. “Ya know, it’s not nice to just leave someone with the bill. I’d say you owe me an apology.”

“Y/n?” Y/n looked over to see Carol and her wife Maria standing at the door.

Y/n looked back at Brock, ready to tell him to fuck off when a fist collided with Brock’s face and he wound up on the floor.

The whole diner went silent.

“She doesn’t owe you shit,” Bucky told the man who looked like he was about to pass out. Bucky looked up at Stan who was standing there with his hands on his hips. “Sorry.”

“Well, I like this one,” Carol whispered and Y/n glared at her.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes au

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Impossible - Dean Winchester x Reader (French Mistake AU)

Title: Impossible

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine finding out that the two dogs you adopted were Dean and Sam from Supernatural, cursed by a witch and transported to your universe. You spend a long time with them, only for Dean to fall in love with you and to feel torn when he gets back to his human form between staying with you and leaving.

“Boys, I'm home!”

If someone had told you that this would be your life then... you would have totally believed them. Coming home from your part-time job to your own apartment, about to watch the newest episode of Supernatural and savor your favorite pie and burgers which you had just bought, and above all to your two most favorite boys in the world which also happened to be your dogs seemed like the life you actually wanted and got. Speaking of which-

“Sammy!” you grinned as the Australian Sheppard happily made his way from the kitchen towards you. You knelt and he rested his paws on your legs to push himself upwards and lick your cheek before continuing to lick your hands. You giggled, rubbing his head and back, happy to see him wagging his tail. Although he didn't get as excited as your other dog did – oh that one was the epitome of a happy dog, the past couple weeks he had not been feeling well and you were trying your best to make him happy, so it made you feel better to see him go back to his old self.

“How's my boy today? Feelin' any better?” you got a bark in return, and you wrapped your arms around the big dog in a warm hug “I hope that's a yes. Don't worry, big guy, I'm here for you. I've got your favorite treats and after the newest episode of Supernatural we're gonna watch your favorite movie too, ok?” another bark, certainly more cheerful and pulling away you grinned at him “That's my boy. It seems like you and Sam Winchester do really have more things in common than I thought.” you kissed the top of his head “Don't worry, everything will go alright, promise!” you grinned, getting back up on your feet.

You took off your shoes and jacket, looking all around the place with a frown “Hey Sam, where is Dean?”

Usually when you came back from work the second you'd open the door, the German Sheppard was the first thing you saw before your own house. He'd be jumping, practically pushing the door open, and while standing on his two feet he'd be licking the heaven out of you. On many occasions he had knocked you over because of his excitement. Well, at least you could say that Dean Winchester - at least a version of him? - was peppering you with kiss while eagerly awaiting your return every day from work. That was something.

However it didn't seem this would be the case this time. It struck you as off when you didn't hear his happy barking but you thought he had not heard you. However, you actually started to worry when you heard a loud sound come from your kitchen, of something breaking. Your eye widened and before you could realize it, you were making your way towards it in a heartbeat. Nobody could have certainly prepared you for what was to come, though, and just as surprisingly a giggle escaped your lips.

“And what do you think you're doing there mister?” you placed your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow and trying to look as stern as you possibly could; but it was impossible with how adorable he looked while trying to hide the mess he'd made and attempted to look innocent but was clearly guilty.

A small whine came from him as you looked around, taking the scene in front of you. Both the pies you'd bought not a day ago were gone, some leftover burgers and fries gone as well, some noodles and milk spilled on the floor. There were two plastic bottles of water on the floor as well next to the glass you'd just heard break, no wonder having knocked it over the counter. The door of the fridge was still slightly ajar, no wonder him having tried to close it and cover up for the mess he'd made but not fully succeeding. Which would explain how he had not rushed to greet you.

“Dean?” you asked accusingly, voice stern “Did you do all this?” you wouldn't need a verbal answer even if he could give it to you, there was still some filling on his nose from how messily he'd eaten it, but him avoiding eye-contact was more proof too “Dean, look at me.” you said sternly and after a long pause he looked up and gave you a small, cute bark “Oh don't try to play innocent on me. Did you do that?”

His eyes were immediately cast down as he tried to push with his paw one of th empty pie contains under a chair and out of your view but it didn't work as you took a step forward, crossing your arms over your chest “Dean, look at me. Did you cause the mess? Did you eat the pies?” well, he did have more in common with the human Dean after all.

“This is why you didn't come to greet me huh? You were trying to cover up for the mess you'd made.” you said with a raised eyebrow and he let a small whine escape him, he slowly laid down to show his belly as a sign of obedience but you still remained stern, or at least did your damn best to keep a straight face “Oh now you're trying to pull that off huh? You did this hm? Even though I told you to stay away from the pies.”

You tapped your foot, face stern and firm despite how hard it was. He had lowered his ears, his eyes big and pleading – a special bright and beautiful shade of green that looked identical to the man he was named after – soft barks and whining leaving his lips as he wagged his tail. When he saw you weren't caving in, he got up on his feet and made his way to you, nudging on your hip with his head and on your leg with his paw.

“Oh you're apologizing now hm?” you raised an eyebrow “You think those pretty eyes will do it again this time?” you remained as stoic as you possibly could, already having gotten the message across. To say that Sam and Dean were the smartest dogs you'd met in your entire life would be a great understatement, they were so much more than that. Sometimes it felt like you were talking to yourself and you shouldn't expect a reaction, much less answer, from any of them; and yet they always did something to prove you wrong by giving you a sign they understood everything. Or it was probably your own wishful thinking.

“You know what? I don't even wanna know.” you sighed at those puppy eyes “How you managed to open the fridge in the first place is remarkable as it is.” the second the smile formed on your lips his ears perked up. A yelp left your lips when he jumped up and, as per usual, knocked you over. With most of his weight on top of you he started licking you like there was no tomorrow, his tail wagging so fast you could barely see it. Uncontrollable laughter left your lips as he wiggled and tried to nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck, licking even your jaw and neck in the meanwhile.

“Alright, alright! Dean. Dean!” you squealed, laughing and rubbing his sides and belly “Dean, alright- enough kisses, please, I'm about to get an overdose!”

It took a full minute, and a small bark from Sam you were pretty sure you heard, for him to pull back. He made sure to give you a another lick over the lips, making you laugh as you tried to clean yourself, but certainly not complain.

“Ok ok I sure missed you too, buddy.” you giggled, kissing the top of his head, earning a grin from him - or what you could at least describe as that “Why don't you go and spend some time with Sammy while I clean up the mess you've made? I'll be back with food for you two soon.” you both knew you could never stay mad for too long at him and you were 100% sure he took advantage of it.

He gave you a happy bark and did as told.

~*~

“No, Dean, wait.” you said, ignoring the whining at the other side of the door or how he scratched on it; asking to be let in “Stay” you said patiently, hooking on your bra. But before you could take hold of your shorts, you heard more effort from the other side of the door before the handle shifted and, after a try or two, the door was pushed open, allowing the big German Sheppard to enter.

“Dean!” you nearly screamed, but you didn't know what you were more surprised at. The fact that he managed to open the door, he had done that before, or walked in on while you were getting dressed, got comfortable on your bed and grinned at you, he had again done that before “You perv.” you grabbed a pillow and threw at him, which he effectively caught in his mouth and played with it.

“Don't tear it to pieces.” you said with a chuckle, shaking your head but grabbing your shorts and a T-shirt and wearing them “Getting comfy, ain't ya?” you grinned, making your way to your side of the bed. It had long ago been established as this.

You had found Sam and Dean a little over a year ago, abandoned by the side of the road and in a terrible condition. You couldn't bring yourself to just walk by and, despite how hard you knew it would be (for a person that could barely make ends meet, was all the time busy with work and barely had enough space in the apartment for herself), you immediately gathered them and took them to the vet. Beaten, bruised and malnourished as they were on the road for a couple of days without any food or water, you just felt your heart break for them. They needed someone to give them their fullest of attention to heal and get them back on their feet and as hard as it was for you, it was hardest to let someone else take care of them, so you took up the opportunity.

And just like that, a little over a year later, you'd grown to love them so much you couldn't say goodbye to them. They had become your family, much like the fandom of the show the characters of which they were named after. And it was no coincidence because they were identical to Sam and Dean Winchester in any way possible.

“Wait- where's Sammy?” you looked around when you didn't spot the Australian Sheppard near you, only to peak through the door and find him in the living room sleeping next to his favorite book. You couldn't tell why you'd find him in this state so often lately, because there was no chance he could read a book (even if you'd once or twice caught him looking at pages), but you weren't going to complain if it calmed him down.

“Seems like it's just you and me tonight, buddy.” you yawned, making your way back to your bed, a sigh of content leaving your lips “But I'm telling you-” you got under the blankets, Dean wiggling his way in as well “No Supernatural tonight as much as I'd love it, I'm beat. We'll watch the new episode tomorrow as much as my heart breaks a little over that.” you layed your head on the pillow, your eyes closing for a second “Oh wouldn't I give everything to see Dean Winchester now.” you mumbled “Gosh, would I give everything to see him for real. Just for a hug, just for a sincere thank you for everything he's done for me without even knowing it. Just to let him know... how much worth it he is. I would be the luckiest girl on Earth if I got that chance.”

The show had a special place in your heart, Dean even more so than anyone else. And your dogs very well knew the fact.

You heard Dean bark but couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes as you hummed and snuggled to his side “Yeah, I love you too buddy. I know, you've got his spark, but Dean is Dean.” you whispered, wrapping and arm around him as he cuddled more with you with another lower bark “Mhm don't get jealous, big boy, or possessive, that's totally different. He's Dean Winchester... he's special.”

The last thing you remembered was his body rumbling softly with a bark that never came, before sleep finally enveloped you.

~*~

The first thing you realized when you were pulled slightly out of the darkness of your sleep was the warm body wrapped around you. And even more the lack of warm fur but presence of soft and smooth skin, human skin.

You heard a small although deep and rough groan from beside you. The surface that your head was laying on rumbled softly, earning a small hum from you, but you were too sleepy to realize it wasn't your pillow. You snuggled to the person's side even more, a pair of big and strong arms around your waist made you feel secure and cared for. You heard more sounds, shuffling of your bed sheets, followed by some murmuring and grumbling. It was all in a whispered voice so whoever the person was, they didn't want to wake you up. Your mind however was so fogged up and laced by sleep that it didn't even occur to you to think, in the first place, how someone had found their way into your bed.

And, in all honesty, whatever ability you had – during such a time – to think vanished into thin air when you slowly opened your eyes and saw who the person really was. You blinked slightly, your vision blurry as you struggled to keep your eyes open. It was hard, you could barely understand what was happening in the whole darkness of your room; but even the soft light of the moon outside was enough and you caught yourself smiling when your eyes met those breathtaking green orbs.

“Dean?” you whispered in a low and sleepy voice, the man freezing in his spot. His eyes were wide and it seemed as if he was holding his breath as if he was scared for some reason. “Dean... You're here.” you added in a whisper, your smile growing as you wrapped your arm around his middle as well.

“H-hey sweetheart.” he finally forced out, his voice deep, the nervousness crystal clear. His breathing was heavy and you could hear his heart was racing inside his chest, but you still cuddled more with him, the feeling of his soft skin against your cheek making you smile to yourself again.

“You're a little tense.” you murmured in a small voice “Why?” it was so innocent and simple, as you looked up at him with pouting lips, but it made his heart skip another bit.

“I-” he frowned, licking his lips as he kept opening and closing his mouth with an adorably perplexed look on his face.

“D?” you questioned.

He sucked in a breath, clearing his throat before he forced out a laugh that came out nervous “Well, I'm naked for starters.” he tried to give you a smile but it was awkward and it died out very soon.

“Hmh” you hummed, licking your lips before you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck “But you're a good naked... as far as I've seen at least.” the giggle that left your lips made his pull into a boyish grin.

“Well, now I'm naked naked. But-” he took in a small breath “Glad you think so.” he whispered, licking his lips that felt so dry, his smile fluttering as a look of awe took place. It never seased to amaze him just how beautiful you were when you were peacefully sleeping next to him, even if he had to be walking on four and you didn't even realize he was more than just a dog that bloody witch had turned him into.

He slowly brought a hand to your cheek, feeling such relief and peace by being able to touch your cheek like any normal human, tucking away a few stray strands when your eyes fluttered close. But it only lasted a moment because as he rubbed his thumb on your cheek, they opened again and you watched him with a sleepy smile and hazy eyes.

“It's so good to see you smile.” you whispered, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.

Dean tried his best to ignore the crazy leap his heart did and as hard as it was, he forced himself to keep his voice even and his face straight yet gentle “Go back to sleep, princess, you're gonna need it.”

“No” an adorable, to him at least, whine left your lips “No, I don't- I dont' want to, Dean. I just... I want to keep seeing you smile. I just want to keep seeing you calm and relaxed, just lemme please.”

“(Y/n)” the lump in his throat was hard to swallow and with you wrapped around him, the effort to breathe became a struggle.

“Gosh, you should smile more often, it looks amazing on you. You deserve to smile, D. You deserve to be happy, to becalm. You deserve so much... you deserve the world.” you tried to emphasize on each word as much as you could.

“Trust me...” he let out a shaky breath “I'd be the happiest man on the world if I could just have you.”

You smiled, the kind of smile that had made him fall for you. He had long ago come to terms with the fact that he didn't just see you as a friend, or the girl who took care of them when they couldn't fend for themselves or even the chick he'd hit on if he was human from the first moment he met. Sure, he would be drawn to you from the first second – and he had been, because he was fully conscious all this time of everything around him – but after a year he realized that you were much more important to him than any of that. He had feelings for you.

“You deserve so much more. You should have it, you... You're worth so much, Dean.” your arm sneaked around his neck “Gosh, I wish so bad you could know it. I wish so bad I could let you know it... I could show you how good you truly are, Dean. How much good you've really done. How much you mean to me.”

“I know.” he breathed out, the words sounding foreign in his lips for such a subject, but having gotten to know how you saw and thought of him over the past year had made him feel all sorts of things he had not had the chance to before “Believe me, princess, I really know.”

His chest felt as if it was on fire but despite every cell in his body screaming differently at him, as he leaned in, he kissed your forehead. His eyes fluttered shut and a sigh of content left his lips, the lips which lingered on your forehead for longer than appropriate. And then came the hardest of it all “Go to sleep, (Y/n). When you wake up... everything will be better.”

And it would be better because he'd be gone, leaving you to live a normal life away from the horror, pain and death that haunted him. Leaving you... behind. And that felt like a stab to the chest.

“No” came a soft protest and he looked down at you with a deep frown “No I- I don't want to go to sleep. I don't wanna close my eyes cause if I- if I do then you'll be gone and I'll be back to reality. And I don't want it.”

“Wh-what are you-”

“I just want...” you trailed off, your lips parted as you watched him for a full minute. His eyes moved back and forth, eyebrows softly furrowed together before he heard you take in a small breath and lean in to press your lips to his. His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up in shock.

He took in a shaky breath as your lips moved against his, soft, sweet and timid yet still with a boldness and surge of courage that all in all knocked all air out of his lungs. His eyes fluttered shut and despite every ounce of logic in him, every fiber in his body told him to kiss back and he did. His lips moved slowly against yours, savoring the moment he knew and feared wouldn't last long. He felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, one hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck as you deepened the kiss. He instinctively tightened his hold on your waist, bringing you as close as possible to himself as he could. He needed it worse than he needed the air to breathe.

His fingers danced with the hem of your shirt, the second his thumb brushed over the skin of your hip his heart did a jump. His gasp was synchronised with you licking his lower lip. He didn't even realize it when you moved so that you were laying beneath him, his body too seemingly having a mind of its own. He felt you wrap your legs around his waist and the shivers of excitement rush down his spine.

But logic and even more the need to protect you and care for you was bigger so as much as it hurt he pulled away from you with a small groan. He heard you let out a sound of protest and despite how hard it was to watch the rise and fall of your chest along with your kiss-swollen lips, he said “(Y/n)... close your eyes, sweetheart. Go to sleep. Please.” it was a plea for you to stop this because he didn't have the strength to.

“But I don't want to.” you whispered, bring your hand to cup his cheek “If I close my eyes you'll... you'll leave.” his breath got caught in his throat, fearing you knew what he had to inevitably do “I'll close my eyes and when I wake up you'll be gone but I- I don't want you to leave, Dean. Please don't leave me, I need you.”

“It's-” his mouth felt dry and he already felt terrible, so instead he said “I'll never leave you, princess.” he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. He felt your lips pull into a small smile.

You kissed back before he pulled away, only a couple inches mind you though “I know you won't... I just don't want to wake up. I rarely have dreams, much less of you. I want to make this last as long as possible.”

“Dreams?” he frowned until it dawned on him. You didn't think this was real, you thought you were still sleeping and that this was all just a dream, of course. That would at least make more sense than your favorite fictional character from your favorite TV show being real and on top of that being turned into a dog, thrown into your universe, which you took in to take care of and adopted.

“Don't worry, baby girl.” he breathed out, smiling although sadly “I'll be here, just close your eyes. You're tired.” he said softly,moving to lay on his side again and tucking you next to him, kissing the top of your head which you rested on his shoulder.

“I don't want to...” you mumbled sleepily.

“Ssshh just sleep.” he said softly, watching you without another sound as you fought but your eyes fluttered shut anyway.

“I don't...” you only trailed off, losing the fight against sleep only a couple seconds later. He heard your breathing slow down and become even. He smiled, although it was bittersweet, not moving an inch so as not to wake you up.

Sleep wasn't bound to overtake him, like you, though. Deep down he wished it would, maybe then he'd have an excuse to let you know of his existence and above all stay for as long as that was supposed to be. But his heart sank when he heard the footstep at the other side of the door, and there was only person that could be there.

“Dean?” Sam's voice whispered, pushing the door slightly open.

Dean tried his best to swallow over the lump in his throat and tear his eyes away from you to look at his brother, thankfully fully clothed, standing in the doorway and squinting at him “Dean are you awake? Are you- are you back to yourself again?”

A heavy sigh left his lips “Yes and be quiet, you're gonna wake her up. I'll be there in a minute. Just... give me a minute, that's all I need.” it was a lie, he needed a lifetime with you and it would still not be enough, but at the moment that was all he could get.

Sam frowned for a second but clearing his throat, he nodded his head in understand “I'll- I'll leave a couple clothes here, alright? Just... hurry.”

Dean could even hear it in his brother's voice, a bitterness and sympathy; understanding even for his struggle and pain. The door closed softly behind Sam and the older Winchester just focused on the soft rise of your chest instead of the seconds ticking by, until the time to finally came.

As much as it hurt him he took a deep breath and did what he had to do. Knowing that the longer he stayed the harder it was going to be on him, he decided he should just man up and pry himself off you. It was hard, not just because of his feelings, but because you insisted to snuggle even closer to him and your grip around him was firm. It was nearly impossible pulling away, freezing more times than he realized whenever you'd shift or let out a small whine, but in the end he managed to get off the bed.

Pulling the clothes Sam had left for him on the chair he paused for a moment. He looked at you, even though he knew he shouldn't, holding his breath. He struggled with everything in him, against ever instinct and want, to not lean in and kiss you at the moment or even touch your cheek one last time because he knew he risked waking you up and that was something he couldn't afford.

Shaking his head he took a deep breath and with fast steps exited the room before he could regret it.

“You ok?” Sam asked softly, their eyes meeting but Dean clenched his jaw.

“Just freaking peachy.” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

“Dean” the younger man sighed nonetheless, seeing more than his brother let out “You know we don't have another option.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. She doesn't deserve to be dragged in all this, I've heard it before... And I agree.” he said sharply, clenching his fists as Sam nodded his head sadly. Dean's frown only got deeper when he took notice of what he was really wearing.

“Did you seriously give me her ex's clothes?” or maybe he needed a change of subject.

“They are all her ex's clothes, Dean. Be thankful he had forgotten some and she kept them in the closet otherwise we'd have nothing to wear.” Sam shrugged, ignoring the glare Dean gave him “Besides, Dean, just because you didn't like that dude to the point you bit him-” he snickered, and at that Dean looked more proud than offended “Doesn't mean we have another choice.”

“Yeah, well-” Dean gave him a smug grin, defence mechanism “Guilty. But didn't you see the way he broke her heart? He did deserved it. He was a jerk and I was right!”

“Not you were jealous. That's different.” he pointed with a small smirk “It wouldn't matter if the guy was perfect, either. You'd still hate his guts.”

“Still, I ended up being right when he did hurt her the way I predicted.” he shrugged again “Good thing she had Dean to cheer her up though.”

“Yeah, on the screen of her TV.” Sam pointed out, making reality crash down on him again, and clearing his throat he added “You know... we need to get going, before she wakes. Find a way to contact Cas.”

“Yeah I understand.” the smile fell as he chewed on his lower lip, taking another step away from the door of your bedroom “It was good while it lasted, though huh?” he asked with a half smile that fell all-too-soon.

“Ye-yeah I... I guess.” Sam frowned but pursed his lips, understanding very well how bitter and sad it was. Sure, there was a hint of relief that they'd finally be back, they had at least many more chances as humans too, because being away and helpless from their lives had taken a toll on both of them; Sam above all.

“I mean I-” Dean licked his lips, sure not all of it had been good because they had to be away from the people they cared for and called family, they had almost lost their minds thinking that it could never be undone but in the end what he felt here, the small heaven he found in your apartment with you was something he had only dreamed of in his wildest dreams at that “I miss them all too, but I just- what we got here we could never have. And I ain't one for the perfect life but this-” his eyes roamed the place, lip drawn between his teeth “It was good here, real good. And she was-” a small breathe left his lips that stayed parted.

Sam was frowning until realization hit him with something he doubted even his own brother could see, and his eyebrows raised, back straightening “Dean”

The older Winchester blinked, gathering his thoughts before willing himself to be strong “I'm ok. It doesn't matter now.” he dragged a hand down his face “We uh-” he already started making towards the door of the apartment “We should get going huh?”

“Dean” Sam said softly, eyes filled with sadness. But Dean wouldn't dare meet them.

“She could wake up any moment now.”

“Dean”

“Come on, Sam. We need to find a way back too. People can't see us moping around like-”

“Dean” it was more firm, forcing Dean to look at him with a clenched jaw “Are you-” he huffed slightly “Are you sure about this?”

“I-” he hesitated, chest puffing out before he shook his head “Yes, can we leave now?”

“I don't- I don't mean if it's the right thing. I know it is. I- I mean-” he looked him straight in the eyes “I mean, are you sure this is what you want?”

His words ran deeper than he expected, his eyes finding the door of your bedroom again. He held his breath for a second before his shoulders just slumped and his eyes lowered. Sam didn't need a verbal answer after that.

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thatsabummer02 · 4 years

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Sam Winchester x F!Reader basketball au

Sam plays basketball and his girlfriend comes to watch and afterwards they go on a date and things get heated.

“(Y/N)!” A very familiar voice calls. I turn my head to look at the face who called my name. Strutting down the hall came my very handsome boyfriend. “Hey Sam!” I stand on my toes and greet him with a quick kiss as he puts his hands on my hips. “Since we haven’t had alone time in a while I was thinking-“

‘that’s never good’ I thought to myself.

“-after the game you and I should hang out. You know. Just the two of us. Dean even said we could borrow the impala.” He finished a little out of breath and nervous. I knew what he was hinting at. Don’t get me wrong we’ve done it before. In multiple places but everytime he would suggest it he always got a little nervous. Which was cute in his own dorky way. “I thought your parents wanted to go out to eat after the game?” I asked grabbing my books from my locker. “Well I convinced them, with the help of my brother, to let us go out... alone.” Another hint. Shrugging I thought ‘why not’. I smiled and said “ok then it’s a date.” The bell rang signaling last period. I sent Sam a wink and walked to my next class.

Fourth quarter... we were up 16 - 12. Both teams were playing hard. “C’MON SAMMY” Dean yelled beside me. It was tense that’s for sure. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. Sam shot...score...2 pointer. “YEAH SAM!” “YESS!” Jo and I cheered at the same time. 18-12. The horn goes off. We won! Everyone cheered. I ran down the bleachers and jumped into Sam’s arms. He spun me around and kissed me. After he put me down he shook hands with the other team’s players repeating “good game...good game...”

As promised Sam and I went out. I offered to buy him dinner since he won and he played hard so I knew he must be starving. After sharing a basket of fries, eating a burger and downing a milkshake; I paid and Sam and I headed to the impala. We were driving down the road when I glanced over at Sam. He was still a little sweaty from the game and the way he was driving was a turn on. Something about a man driving a car. Mmmh mmh. Sam pulled off the road into a little clearing far enough from the road that no one would see. As soon as he stopped the car I was on him. We were heavily making out when he pulled away. “There’s more room in the back seat” he suggested, grinning and feeling bold. Rolling my eyes I giggled, “What are we waiting for?” The rest? Well that’s a story for another time.

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kangtaebins · 3 years

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Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,,

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

#idk what to put in the tags so if you actually read all of these then damn you're the real mvp

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Important Decision & New Baby Smells

First things first, I don’t own anything related to Disney or Newsies. Second of all, this is a continuation of my “The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race” series. You may want to read the others in the series but it’s not necessary!

April 21, 1905

The plan was set. Jack and Race had set it up weeks ago. Race and Spot would take Sammi for a long weekend, giving Kat and Jack the opportunity for a little alone time before baby #2 would arrive. However, that plan went right out the window the afternoon Race had picked Sammi up after his shift from the hotel.

As soon as Race had gotten home, the phone had rang. They had moved to a brownstone closer to the Kelly’s and had looked at the opportunity as a new chapter in their lives. “Hello?”

“Racer, the baby’s comin’.” Jack panted as if he had run a marathon causing Race to grin.

After reassuring Jack that Sammi was fine, they settled in for a long weekend of niece/uncle time. Spot was at work, thus leaving the four year old with her favorite uncle. “What do you wants to do Sammi?”

Holding her favorite doll in her arms, the little girl grinned brightly at her uncle. “Ummmms . . .” Her new favorite word when she was stalling or just trying to figure out what to do. “Hows about da park?”

Soon they found themselves in the park, Sammi singing some song and hopping from foot to foot while Race held her hand. “Whatcha singin’ Sammi?”

She shrugged, continuing to sing the song. Race listened, trying to place it but came up empty. She led them to a bench in the middle of Central Park. Settling herself on the bench, her head whipped from side to side taking in the comings and goings of the park. “Sammi, yous gonna be a big sister.”

With a shake of her head, she looked at her uncle. “Nope. Babys not comin’.”

“Da told mes otherwise.” Race looked down at his niece. “Yous gonna be a great big sister.”

She bit her lip, a tell that something was bothering her, which Race picked up immediately. “What’s wrong? Aren’t yous excited?”

Sammi shrugged again, standing up next to her uncle before plopping on his lap. “Is not a good sister.”

“Oh Sammi.” Race whispered, hugging the girl tightly to his chest. “Yous learn how to be a good sister. Yous don’t instantly knows how to do that. Yous uncles, mum, and dad wills helps you. Is that why yous worried?”

Putting a finger to her lip, she slowly nodded. “A year from now, yous be a great big sister. And yous baby brother or sister wills adore yous. Just watch.”

The two sat in silence for a bit, watching the action within the park. “What do yous want, Sammi? A brother or sister?”

Again, she shrugged. “Is never had a brother or a sister until I met yous dad, Sammi. Your dad and mum are mys siblings and theys pretty good at its.”

“Yous help?” She whispered, her body growing heavy with sleep.

Race smiled, running a hand through her hair. “Yes, Is and Uncle Spottie will help you, Is promise.”

Picking her up, he made his way through the park, the rhythm of his walk causing the girl to fall asleep on his shoulder. Soon the two arrived at home, Race putting Sammi in their guest room, closing the door slightly behind him. Making his way to the kitchen, he cleaned up the remaining dishes from that morning's breakfast.

The task gave him time to think - it had been five months since Spot had proposed and they were no closer to planning a wedding than five months ago. They both knew they wanted to get married but they had no idea where to start. Kat had tried to get them to sit down and plan but that had quickly gone out the window. They had talked about eloping and not making’ a big deal out of it. Both Spot and Race had flown by the seat of their pants for much of their lives and it seemed they would take that into their marriage as well.

The running of the water knocked him out of his thoughts just as the door to the brownstone opened and a grinning Spot entered, kicking his boots off before sighing loudly. “Honey, Is home.”

Shutting off the water, Race met him at the door with a kiss before grabbing the bag that was in his hand. “Sammi’s asleep in the guests room. And Jack called a couples of hours ago and said the baby’s comin’”

“Hows she doin’?” Spot moved to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, leaning against the counter as Race joined him.

Shrugging noncommittally, Race shook his head. “One moment shes excited and the next shes reserved and quiets. Is think once the babys here, she’ll be betters. Shes worried she’ll be a bad big sister, and I tried to reassure her that she’ll have all of us to help her.”

“Her whole world is changin’. She’s used to having you, me, her uncles, Jack, and Kat all to herself.” Race smiled. “That girl will be fine and she’ll be a great big sister.”

The opening of the guest room door caught their attention. Race and Spot both held a chuckle at the mess of hair that Sammi was rocking. “Hey baby girl. Hows you sleep?”

Giving her uncle a glare, Sammi opted to crawl up in Spot’s lap instead of Race’s. Spot had always loved post-nap cuddles but lately, Sammi had opted for Race and not him. He would take full advantage of Race’s misstep and cuddle Sammi. “Hows you sleep, Sammi?”

“Goods.” She yawned, burrowing her head in her uncle’s chest. “Da babys comin’ Unka Pottie.”

He ran a hand down her back. “Uncle Race just told me. That’s excitin’ huh?”

Sammi shrugged, fighting back another yawn. “Is guess.”

“What do yous want to do this weekend, Sammi? Go to the zoo, maybe the park or da museum?” Spot rambled, as the little girl readjusted to being awake.

The room fell quiet. Race and Spot both grinned at once another, lacing their hands together, looking at the little girl that had been their world for the last four years. Things had changed for their little group. Albert and Marie had married in January and were expecting a baby in the summer; Finch and Elmer were on-again, this time the entire Newsies group had bets on whether they’d make it or not, and Crutchie had found a nice girl, named Molly who he was sweet on - last Race heard, they hadn’t officially become a couple, but it was nice to see his friend thinking’ of settling down.

“Jacobi’s.” Sammi had sat up, pushed her hair back, and grinned at the couple. “Can wes do Jacobi’s?”

Race looked at Spot, who merely shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

“Sammi can you go get your shoes on?” Race asked, watching the girl hop off the couch before running to get her shoes. Kat had been teaching her how to tie her shoes and she had gotten the hang of it but still had a hard time making a knot.

Race went to get himself ready, leaving Spot with Sam. Standing in the doorway, he watched Spot explain the bunny ears and how to loop them together. “One bunny ear, two bunny ear . . .”

Grinning, Race couldn’t wait until Spot was a papa. They had talked about children and adopting, both agreeing to wait until after the wedding, whenever that would take place. Quickly getting himself ready, Race soon joined the other two in the living room, where a grinning Sammi had both of her shoes on. “Unka Race!”

“Yes Sammi?”

“Unka Pottie shows me the bunny trick.” She bounced on her toes, showing him the newly tied shoes. “A bunny ears then ‘nother one and loopy de loop ‘em togetha.”

Race shook his head, grinning at the girl. “Good jobs Sammi. Yous ready?”

Ensure they both had their wallets, they left the brownstone, their hands swinging between them while Sammi danced in front of them. Crossing a few streets, they soon arrived at Jacobi’s. Walking in the place was empty, allowing them to pick out their favorite booth. Sighing loudly, Race caught Sammi’s attention. “Whats with you little girl?”

“I miss da and mum, unka Race.” She propped her chin in her hand and gave her uncle a look. “Whens can Is see them?”

Race looked at Spot who shrugged his shoulders in response. “Is not sure, Sammi. Mum’s havin’ da baby and that mights take some time. But maybe when wes get home, wes can call ‘em.”

“Ok.” She picked up the menu, looking at the photos, as Race relaxed against Spot’s side.

The bell above the door caught their attention, but it was no one they knew. Spot and Race both smiled in the stranger’s direction before looking back at their menus. “What yous want, Sammi?”

“Nugs and fries, pease!” She exclaimed, her knees coming under her bottom, causing her to be taller in the booth.

A chuckle escaped Race’s mouth. “Yous got it girl. What to drink?”

“Ummmmmmmmm . . .” A finger to her chin, making her look like a detective, she considered her choices. “‘Pple Juice.”

“A fine choice for the lady.” Spot chuckled, pulling out a piece of paper and some crayons for her to draw while they waited for the waiter.

Race cocked an eyebrow in his fiance’s direction. “Since when do yous carry papes and crayons in yous pocket?”

“Since we have a mini Jack Kelly in ours presence.” Spot waved his hand in Sammi’s direction, provin’ a point. “Yous knows he takes her to ‘ork and lets hers draws. Says she’ll be da next prodigal child.”

The waiter came over and took their orders, soon returning bringing their drinks before leaving them alone.

Race laughed knowing he was right. “So we needs to talk.” Glancing at Sammi, ensuring she was occupied, he titled his head towards Spot. “Wedding details.”

Throwing his head back, Spot groaned. “Ugh, whys plannin’ a weddin’ so hard?”

“Wes just gotta pick a date and the rest will fall into place.” Or at least that was what Kat told Race when they met for coffee after the proposal. “So whats month work for you?”

Spot shook his head and mumbled what sounded like ‘idiot’ under his breath before lacing his fingers with Race. “Is always loved the fall. So hows about October?”

“Since wes got engaged and alls?” Race grinned. “Okay so a month is picked . . . nows a date.”

Spot grinned, squeezing Race’s hand. “Hows about October 17 - one day less thans a years bein’ engaged?”

Seeing a calendar pinned on the wall by the register, Race walked over, flipped through the calendar, chuckled to himself before walkin’ back to the booth. “Yous want to get married on a Tuesday?”

Spot shrugged. “When has wes ever done anything conventional in ours relationship? This is perfectly us.”

“True.” Race nodded, a slap happy grin sliding over his mouth. “Is good with that. Tuesday, October 17, Is marryin’ you. Now, for names, hows we doin’ that?”

Spot gave him a confused look. “Whats you mean?”

“Conlon-Higgins or Higgins-Conlon?” Race shrugged his shoulders. “Its don’t matter to mes.”

Pulling Race in for a chaste kiss, Spot shook his head. “Yous have too much time to thinks.”

“But this is what we’ll be knowns as. Is know you love your last name but Is loves Higgins just as much.” Race protested. “Wes both wants to keep ours names but combine them together.”

Spot could see why this would worry Race. He knew he had all the pros and cons about each way and had looked at all the ways it would flow. It was one of the many quirks he loved about his fiance. “Hows about we go with Higgins-Conlon?”

“Anthony “Racetrack” Higgins-Conlon has a good ring to it.” Spot grinned at his fiance, squeezing his hand, just as the waiter came back and dropped their food on the table. “Little miss, it’s time to put aways the crayons and papes.”

She pouted for a minute before realizing her chicken nuggets and fries were sitting in front of her. “Yum!”

Squeezing Race and his laced hands, Spot mouthed ‘love you’ in Race’s direction before digging into his own food.

Quietness fell over the table as the three dug into their food. Patrons came and went in the restaurant, the bell ringing over the door with each opening of the door. Just as they signaled for the check, a familiar face walked into the restaurant whistling a tune and a happy grin.

“DA!” Sammi stood up on the booth seat with a happy grin. “Unka Race it’s daddy!”

Jack heard Sammi’s yell before redirecting himself towards the booth in the back. “Well looks whats the cat drug in. Whats you doin’ here?”

Sitting next to Sammi, Jack raised an eyebrow in his brother’s direction. “Yous daughter picked this for dinner.”

Settling Sammi on his lap, he ran a hand through her hair. “Yous have a good afternoon, cara?”

“Yes! Wes went to da park and Is sleep and da, looks, Is colored.” She showed him her pape where she was doodling. “Is had fun with Unka Pottie and Unka Race.”

Jack smiled in appreciation at his two brothers. “Thank you for takin’ her.”

“Da?” Sammi waited until Jack looked at her. “Is da baby here?”

Race and Spot both raised an eyebrow in Jack’s direction, wondering the same thing. “Yes, da baby’s here. Would you like to meet the baby?”

Sammi’s head bobbled in excitement. Jack promised she could as soon as he grabbed the food they had ordered. Their check was settled just as Jack returned. “Kat’s mum with her while I ran down here. Wes were gonna call yous tonight and let you know but it’s better that I rans into yous.”

The four headed towards the brownstone, Race and Spot hanging back while Jack bustled through the door with Sammi on his heels. “Kat, wes got company.”

Though it was quiet, Race could hear the groan that escaped Kat’s mouth. “Jack Kelly yous a dead man.”

“Its your favorites, Katherine.” Jack sang back, grinning and motioning the two to sit in the living room while he escaped to their bedroom. They could hear the quiet murmuring from the room, while Sammi sat on the couch next to them.

“Unka Race?” Sammi slipped her hand into his before looking at him with wide eyes. “Is ner’ous.”

Pulling her onto his lap, Race dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Thats okay, cara. Is nervous too.”

“Yous ner’ous?” Her eyes went wide at the thought. “Whys?”

“‘Cause Is only held ones babys before.” He whispered, a faint smile on his face. “Yous know whos that was?”

Not breaking eye contact with her uncle, Sammi shook her head. “Yous. Yous was the first baby I ever held. And yous sibling will be the second. And its okays to be nervous; that means its important to yous and me and unka Pottie and mum and da.”

“Okays.” She whispered, eyes darting over to the door leading to the hallway. Her eyes went wide seeing her da, mum, and grandma standing there. “Mum, da.”

Kat brightened at the sight of her three favorite people sitting there. “Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good time with your uncles?” Crossing the room, she sat on the opposite couch as Sammi hopped down and joined her mum. “Careful. Hi Race, Spot. Thank you for watching her this afternoon.”

“Yeah.” She whispered, fingers at her mouth. She searched her mum’s face for something different but finding nothing, she cuddled into her mum’s embrace. “Wheres da baby?”

Wrapping her arms around her daughter, Kat smiled. “Look at da.”

Poppin’ her head off Kat’s shoulder, Sammi’s eyes widened at the blanket wrapped bundle. “That da baby?”

“Would you like to meet your new brother?” Kat asked, watching Jack cross the room to join them on the couch. Jack adjusted the bundle so Sammi could see the newborn who was sleeping soundly and smacking his lips. “What do you think Sammi?”

Running her index finger over his hand, she smiled watching his fingers curl around her’s. “He’s ‘ittle.”

“Yes, he’s little.” Kat squeezed her close to her side. “Yous were littler than he is.”

Eyes widened, Sammi looked around the room. “Is was ‘ittle?”

“Yes, Samantha, you were once this little.” Kat grinned, looking over her shoulder at Race and Spot. “I just heard your uncle tell you you were this little once and you were the first baby he held.”

The little girl’s head looked over at her two uncles. “Unka Race, Unka Spottie, Is got a ‘roter.”

“Yes yous do.” Race grinned, looking at the bundle in Jack’s arms. “Whats his name?”

Jack smiled at Kat and Sam before looking at Race and Spot. “Wes had a hard time tryin’ to figure out a name. The middle name was easy but the first name was hard.” He nudged Kat, letting her do the honors.

“Our son’s name is Thomas Anthony Kelly. We’re going to call him Tommy. Thomas after Jack’s da and Anthony after his uncle Race.” Kat smiled, as Race’s jaw dropped.

Tears clouded Race’s eyes as he looked at his brother and sister. “Yous didn’t has to do that.”

“We knows wes didn’t but Race, yous been there for us and wes indebted to yous.” Jack’s voice thickened with emotion. Passing the newborn to Kat, Jack crossed the room to pull Race into a hug. “Yous such a great uncle, friend . . . brother and wes want Tommy to have a great man to embody as hes growin’ up.”

Race squeezed Jack’s shoulders, more tears escaping his eyes. “Is honored, Jackie.”

“Wanna hold him?” Jack pulled back, taking his son back from Kat before settling him in Race’s arms. “What do you think, Uncle Race?”

Race’s eyes swept over the tiny human nestled in his arms. Tommy’s lips were puckered, as if he had just eaten a sour lemon, eyes tightly shut, and quiet wisps of air were released as he soundly slept. “Hi’s Tommy, Is your uncle Race. That’s your uncle Spottie over there. Wes love yous so much.” Looking over at the new parents, he shot them a watery smile. “He’s perfect. He’s gorgeous.”

Jack turned his attention to his daughter, grinning brightly as he picked her up. “So wes keepin’ him, Sammi?”

“Hes okay.” She gave her dad a look. “Will hes cry?”

Kat rolled her eyes at her daughter and husband. “He will cry sometimes but it’s just his way of letting us know he’s here. Will you help us?”

“Uh huh.” She gave her da a hug and smiled at her mum. “But can Is go to Unka Race and Uncle Potties without him?”

Kat and Jack both laughed as did both her uncles. “Already negotiating with me. This wasn’t supposed to happen for another couple of years.”

“We’ll talk about you going to Uncle Race and Spottie’s house.” Kat shook her head at her daughter.

“She’s your daughter and you can’t deny that.” Jack laughed at how similar Samantha and Kat were. “Wes in trouble with this one, though.”

Kat’s eyes widened at the thought. “Oh crap, I didn’t think about that. Especially climbing up to private boxes just to talk with pretty girls.”

“Worked for you didn’t it?” Jack raised an eyebrow, leaning over to steal a kiss from his wife. “Admit it, that’s what swept you off your feet.”

Kat’s cheeks blushed. “That might’ve had something to do with it.”

Race looked down at his nephew. “Yous parents are crazy but theys the best. Spottie and Is will be there when its too much for yous and Sammi.”

Relinquishing him to Spot’s outstretched arms, Race smiled seeing Spot hold their nephew. “Thanks for that Race. If our kids ever runs away from home, yous house is the first wes checkin’.”

Standing, Race crossed the room to pull Kat into a hug. “Congratulations, Plums. He’s precious.”

“Thanks Race.” She stepped back. “Wes was going to tell you later on tonight to tell you. Jack said you were at Jacobi’s.”

Seeing Jack, Spot, and Sammi all talking while looking at the baby, Race smiled. “Yous daughter wanted Jacobi’s.”

“Yous hidin’ something.” Despite just having a baby, Kat’s observation skills hadn’t lessened any. “You want to talk?”

He took her hand and led her into her office, closing the door behind him. “Yous the only one that wes told since we JUST decided this.”

Kat titled her head in curiosity, her finger going to her lip in concentration. “What? Spill it Racetrack.”

“SpotandIsdecidedourweddin’date.” He rushed out, eyes shut, anticipating her excitement.

Kat laughed. “How about you repeat that, this time spacin’ out your words?”

“Spot and Is decided our weddin’ date.” He could see the excitement building on Kat’s face. “October 17.”

Looking around the room, she found her calendar, a giggle escaping her mouth. “A Tuesday, Race, really?”

“Would you expect anything different?”

Kat shook her head, pulling him into a hug. “If you and Spot were any other couple, yes I’d expect something different. However, you two have never followed anyone’s path, always makin’ it your own. Why that date though?”

“It’ll be a day less than a year engaged.” Race smiled. “Spot’s words not mine. The bugger’s a little sentimental, if yous didn’t knows that.”

Kat smiled. “He continues to pleasantly surprise me.”

“Me too. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Race smiled. “I will needs yous help with all of this. Wes don’t know where wes getting married.”

She nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come by this week and I’ll help. I’ve got some good ideas that’ll be perfect for you and Spot. But you two need to figure out if you want an indoor or outdoor venue.”

Opening the door, Race stuck his head out the door, grinning at Spot. “Spot, for October, indoor or outdoor?”

Looking up from Tommy, Spot’s eyes widened. “Ummm . . . Indoor. Is Kat cathootin’ with you?”

“Of course she is.” Blowing a kiss to Spot, he closed the door again, only hearing Jack ask what was going on in October. “Indoor it is.”

Kat clapped her hands in excitement. “Come by Wednesday after work and I’ll have some options for you two.”

“Is haven’t said this lately, but thank yous Kat.” Race bit his lip. “Yous and Jack are the family neither Spot or Is had growin’ up and Is thankful yous my sister.”

Tears clouded her eyes, as she smacked his shoulder. “Quit makin’ me cry Racetrack. I’m emotional already due to Tommy but you are being too sweet. You and Spot are just as much as family as we are to you. I was so excited for you two to meet Tommy. The rest of the newsies will meet him later this week but we knew you and Spot would meet him tonight or tomorrow.”

At the sound of the door opening, Jack looked over at his wife and brother. “Do I need to pound Race for makin’ yous cry?”

“Don’t you dare Jack Francis Kelly.” Kat’s eyes glared at him. “He just said something sweet and I’m an emotional mess.”

Jack nodded. “Heard louds and clear. So Is hear yous havin’ a big party in October, on a Tuesday of all days.”

“Yea Jackie. Yous free?” Race sat on the couch and gave his brother a big grin. “‘Cause bein’ a groomsman and all yous schedule will needs to be free.”

Jack grinned. “For yous two, I’d clear the whole month if needs be. October 17 is a fine day for a weddin’.”

“A weddin’ that needs to be planned.” Spot and Race both groaned at the prospect of planning.

Jack chuckled, nodding his head in sympathy. “With Kat’s it won’ts be so bad. She’s a master of plannin’ a weddin’.”

“Thanks Jack.” Kat grinned, excited at helping plan the wedding of her brothers. “It’ll be the party of the year.”

Race shook his head. “I thoughts that was Albert’s weddin’.”

They all chuckled at that event - it was glitz and glam and very over the top but it worked well for the couple.

Spot looked between Kat and Race. “Ous weddin’ will be nothin’ like that, clear?”

Kat nodded, looking between Race and Spot. “That wedding would never fit for yous two. The simpler the better. And the actually weddin’ won’t be long - 30 minutes tops.”

“Good.” Race threw his arm over Spot’s back, grinning at the newborn and enjoying the familiar feeling of the family enveloping him. Sammi, who was playing on the floor with her doll, climbed up in Race’s lap, gave him a hug, and mumbled “love you” before snuggling his chest. Smiling at Kat and Jack, Race settled. He was in his happy place and with those he loved most surrounding him.

What do you think? Thomas Anthony Kelly is here. He will be making appearances throughout the rest of the series but the series will still focus very much on Race and Sammi as she grows older. If there’s anything you want to see, just send me a message and I’ll try to incorporate it.

But the bigger news it that their wedding is the next part of the series. I haven’t started writing it yet so if there’s ANYTHING you want to see, send me a message. I have some ideas but it will be a couple of weeks before it’s posted!

#The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race #Dancerlittle006 #newsies #fan fiction #writings #newsies fan fiction

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 4 years

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Best Day Ever

Winchesters x Teen!Reader

SUMMARY: Think it’s a normal day in school to have your world turn upside down.

Warnings: *TW* School shootings (Major triggers for people who been through this), blood warning, death, probably more.

Word Count- 2,268

“Well, what do you expect what was going to happen,” Cassie complained pulling you down the halls, “I don’t know I thought Tate would be more understanding there’s nothing wrong with him but I like someone else,” You mumbled following her down the halls to your lockers.

“He’s pretty strange anyway like he just sits in the back and draws in his notebook or whatever,” Cassie started opening up her locker grabbing the rest of her books as you both made your way out the building.

“What’s wrong with that he does really good in our art classes and he has so many awards for it,” You responding pulling my phone out seeing a message from Dean that he was heading over.

“Yeah yeah, so how are things with Jack...” Cassie cooed a smirk on her face your face burning up “Things with Jack are fine we hang out all the time but he doesn’t know anything.

Hearing the rumble of the Impala as most of the girls gawk at the sight of Dean. “Will they ever stop staring at him, they have seen him for 3 years now.” I sighed facepalming. “Who knows? See you next week we still up for movie night Sunday.” Cassie waved as you climbed into Baby.

Walking into school on Monday still tired from the extended weekend and the movie night at Cassie’s. Sam and Dean were off on a hunt they wanted you to have a semi-normal life. Cas was off in Heaven and Jack was at the Bunker still getting adjusted to the world.

Opening my locker to only get jumped by Cassie her yelling in my ears. “Guess who got asked out!” jumping at her loud voice closing the locker. “Cassandra Jones scare me again and they won’t find your body.” You glared at her. She stuck her tongue out.

“Charles Stephson asked me to the movies.” Cassie cheered doing a little dance. You laughed smiling at your friend's happiness

“You should get Jack to come with us on a double date. O-M-G you guys will be so cute.” she squealed throwing her arms around you. You chuckled “I’ll see what I can do.” You smirked

Cassie threw her hands up “Best day every nothing can go wrong!”

The sound of a gunshot pierces through the hall as screams reach them as students run down the halls to classrooms or to exits. Snapping out you pull Cassie down the halls and the shots get louder as the shooter makes there way down the halls.

Shoving her and yourself into the nearest bathroom as you shut the door behind you, Cassie noticed that you weren’t alone. Three other girls stand in the bathroom tears streaming down there faces. Fear in all of us as you pull out your phone my hands slightly shaking

‘Code Silver’ -Y/I

‘What’s happening Sam and I are heading to our location right now.’ - DW

Getting ready to respond to the sound of footsteps running down the halls as someone frantically bangs on the door. Holding your hand out as some of the girls freezes in fear. Footsteps continue down the halls the sound of a gunshot and a thud causes some girls to cry out at the sound.

Slow steps make there way down the hall the sound of ‘Here comes the Sun.’ is whistled as they make there way down “ Y/nnn... where are you more people are going to get hurt until I find you.” The sound of Tate’s voice echoes down the halls.

Cassie looks at you as fear courses through your veins he’s here for me. Slowly walking to the door only to get grabbed by Cassie “Are you fucking crazy he’ll kill you!” She whispered tears in her eyes.

“I know! But more people are going to get hurt if I don’t.” You hissed back running a hand through your hair sighing. the sound of his footsteps fade. “Ok, we are not that far from an exit if we stick together we can make our way out of here,” You explained looking at the other girls.

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They nodded as we all got closer to the door, peeking your head out the door seeing no one down either hall as the exit wasn’t that far away. Signaling your hand you all slowly make our way out the bathroom and keeping close to each other rush down the halls. Halfway towards the exit the sound of a gun cocked causes us all to freeze.

“y/n did you really think you can run.” Tate frowned pointing the gun at the group of us. “Just let the rest go, Tate, it’s me you want anyway.” You try to negotiate.

“No,” he yelled point the gun right at you, “ Why didn’t you just say yes. I love you we can be together. But everyone else is keeping us apart.” He yells gesturing the gun at the group.

“Tate calm down just put the gun down and we can talk.” You said calmly holding your hands up slowly making your way towards him very slowly

“No! You can be with anyone just me. If you won’t be with me no one can!” he yells his breathing heavy. “Tate please put the gun down no one else needs to get hurt.” Looking behind him seeing Sam and Dean down the hall fear on there faces.

“NO! JUST STOP!” He yelled waving the gun “Tate stop!” You yell. His finger slipping pulling the trigger. The echo dies down as the girls around scream feeling the wind knocked out of you. Looking down at your shirt seeing it slowly stain red as Tate falls to the ground a bullet wound in his chest. Looking up seeing Dean holding his gun.

“Guys...” You breathe out your knees hitting the ground as blood pours out of you as Cassie screams while Sam and Dean run down the halls. Sam skidding onto the floor before the rest of your body hits the ground ripping his flannel off himself putting pressure on the hole in your chest. “ Hey look at me hey... hey!” Sam says keeping the pressure as you cough up blood some landing on him. “Everything going to be fine. You’re going to be fine just a scratch it’s nothing.” Sam says tears filling his eyes your head lolls over your vision slightly fuzzy. Dean is holding Cassie back as she screams while the other girls have tears in their eyes.

The sounds of people rushing down the hallway as my vision slowly fades the voices of paramedics yell out orders as I’m lifted onto the stretcher the last thing you see is the dead body of Tate his eyes glozed a pool of blood surrounding him.

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The sound of beeping pulls you slowly out of the dark. Opening your eyes to see Sam head on the side of the bed and Dean hunched over in his chair small snores coming from both. Not remembering what was going on only for it all to come back the beeping of the EKG picks up speed as tears blur your eyes. Waking up Sam and Dean, Sam tries calming you down whispering soothing words as Dean runs out to get a nurse or doctor.

After the doctors and nurses finish checking up Sam is holding your hand. “What happened in school?” You questioned taking a small sip of the water given to you. “Well, Tate didn’t make it there were 17 injured and 5 dead not counting Tate. After everyone found out what you did they set up a memorial for the ones who pass and many wished for you better even someone who has wanted to see you for a while.” Sam said just as the door open Cassie walking in

“Don’t you ever do that to me again.” She cried rushing towards you pulling into a hug her tears wetting your shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere trust me.” You cried into her arms tightening your grip on her. After a few hours of hanging out with Cassie, she had to leave to go see her parents playing pulse oximeter as you looked around the room. You hated hospitals ever since a child you hated going to the doctors and be touched and probed, hearing a knock on your door Dean poked his head in.

“Hey sweetheart I got you some food,” Dean walked in holding a takeout bag sitting in the chair next to your bed, “Sammy is at the bunker getting rest while I watch over you.” He explained pulling out some burgers and fries. Nodding nibbling on your fries somewhat spaced out.

“Hey,” Dean grabbed your hand “you okay kiddo?” he looked at you with concern. “It’s my fault.” You say your voice lacking emotion, “if I said yes he wouldn’t have flipped and brought that gun,” You start to choke up tears filling your eyes “parents are n-never going to see their kids b-because of me.” you say tears roll down your face.

“honey this isn’t your fault it’s Tate’s.” Dean tries to comfort you “No. they had so much ahead of them... I-I took that away from them, I’m no good than those..those monster you hunt.” You cry hearing the EKG start to beat more rapidly. Dean places his hands on your shoulder making you look at him

“Listen here, it’s not your fault at all and you’re not those monster out there, you are the kindest, sweetest person I’ve ever met. You understand.”

He wipes the tears on your cheek. nodding you cry harder as he pulls you into a hug, your sobs getting muffled by his shoulder as he runs a hand up and down your back soothing you. “You’re alright sweetheart, I got you.” He whispered into your hair.

After spending beeing in the hospital for a little under two weeks that were filled with Cassie visiting when she was free from school she caught you up with most of the work and Sam helping too, Dean keeping you happy and entertained in the hospital, Cas visiting when he can at first upset he couldn’t heal you due to his lack of grace but was there for you and same as Jack. After a few more days in the hospital, you were finally allowed out and to start school. It was a bit awkward people coming up to you and hugging and crying thanking you for saving their lives. You didn’t do anything just got shot as a result you spent half of the lunch at the memorial read and memorizing the names of those who died and cry for a bit.

Climbing into the car Sam and Dean in the front “Hey kiddo how was being back in school.” You smiled one that felt genuine “Good I’m happy that I’m back.” Sam and Dean looked back at you and gave you smiles. “good,” Dean nodded, “now PIE!.” Dean grinned pulling out of the school you laughter filling baby.

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I Love This Shirt

Harry has been moping around his apartment for days. He can’t figure out what he’s feeling. Ever since he got drunk and blurted out his true feelings for Y/N, his best friend, she hasn’t been herself. He’s been holding on to this tiny sliver of hope that she’ll somehow feel the same, but he knows that’s wrong. He knows that he shouldn’t hold it against her, so he doesn’t; not for very long anyway. Harry decides to let it go, to try to convince her he was a little too drunk to know what he was talking about. Holding his phone in his hand, he hovers his thumb over her name for a few seconds before pressing the screen.

“Hello?” Her voice is soft and nervous, and he knows it’s because of him.

“Hi. It’s –um, it’s me.” Harry walks back and forth in his kitchen, wondering why he thought this was a good idea.

“I know it’s you, H.” There’s a small moment of silence before he speaks again. He didn’t exactly think this through, did he? He suddenly feels warm and a little sweaty.

“I just wanted to…I wanted to see how you were. S’been a couple days.” This had been the first time they’ve spoken since he confessed his drunk love to her. He can barely remember it but knows Y/N put him to bed and left the apartment.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you need anything? You ok?” Her tone still sounds off, but she could never not wonder about him, about his well-being.

“No, no. I’m ok. I just wanted to like, talk. We never go days without talking.” He wants to tell her that he misses her. He wants her to come over and watch movies; he wants her to make them hot chocolate; he wants her to fall asleep on his shoulder. Harry wants Y/N.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been kind of busy. Do you, uh…” She hesitates like she might regret her offer but continues, “You wanna do something?” Harry would shovel poop at cattle ranch all day if it meant he could see her.

“Oh, sure. What did you have in mind?” His heart skips a beat and he holds his breath.

“Gerald’s is having a two for deal. Get a sammy, get the other free.” Okay, dinner. Harry can do dinner.

“Ok. Do you want to meet or do you want me to come get you?” He’s not sure why he asked, Gerald’s is barely two blocks from her house.

“No, I’ll meet you. Could use the walk, I like it how it feels outside right now.” Y/N always enjoyed the cool weather. One of her favorite things was being able to wear jackets and hoodies, being snuggled up like a cute little bunny, which was one of Harry’s favorite thing.

“Well, I’ll see you shortly then.” Harry rushes to his bathroom, to make sure he has no food in his teeth and does the ever so attractive pit stiff test. He wears the shirt she likes, the one with the little dots on it. It’s old and worn, ‘so soft and perfect for hugs’, as she says.

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Harry arrives and searches for Y/N. She’s sat in a little corner booth and as he heads towards her he notices two empty glasses and a basket of paper that once held some fries. “Hey,” she looks up at him and smiles, shooting out of the booth and into his arms. “I’m glad you’re here. I missed you so much.”

Harry is a bit confused. No way would two glasses of beer make her like this. “You like this over two drinks? Didn’t even leave me any fries.”

“Oh no, these were my chasers. Had four shots.” Y/N giggles and Harry lets out a sigh. No wonder she’s sloshed. “You look sexy, H. Like when you hair gets in your face. And you’re wearing my favorite shirt.” She hiccups and smiles.

Harry has gone red and isn’t sure what to say, he thought she wanted to talk. Not get shit faced. “Why’d you get drunk if you knew I was coming to see you?”

“I was [hiccup] nervous. I thought you were mad at me for leaving the other night.” Harry can’t imagine why she should be the nervous one.

“I’m not mad, love. Thought you were mad at me.” He has to admit he’s relieved that she isn’t upset with him, or angry at least.

“You’re too perfect to be mad…” she makes a face like she was set on fire and runs to the bathroom. With barely making it, Y/N loses her fries. As she leaves the ladies room she sees Harry waiting on her and leans into him, begging him to take her home. When they arrive at hers, she sighs in annoyance. “No, I wanna go home with you.”

“You live closer, you’ll feel better here.” He helps her to the door and on to the couch. “You don’t like to get this drunk, you’re going to be livid in the morning.”

“I feel fine. ’m horny and want onion rings.” She’s lazily sitting on the couch with her arms outreached to Harry. “Come here, come sit.”

When Harry obliges, he faces her ready to ask if she needs anything but another question is comes out, “Why’d you have to drink tonight?”

Y/N snaps back with, “Why did you have to tell me that you loved me?” There’s an awkward silence before she begins another drunken statement, “Wanna know why I left the night you told me you [hiccup] loved me? I wanted to tell you I loved you too. I, um, I, help me get my shoe off, I can’t get it off.” Harry bends down, unzipping the little boot. His hands are shaking and he wants her to mean it, he wants this to be real and not something she regrets. “You looked so good and your hair was soft. I wanted to touch it,” she reaches out and runs her hand through his hair, “oh, it’s still soft.“ Harry involuntarily leans his head into her hand and gazes at her but goes back to taking off her too-complicated-even-for-a-sober-person boots. Y/N lowers her voice like she’s trying to whisper, “You kn[hiccup]ow, I think about pulling it when I think about you doing down on me.” Harry’s eyes snap to hers and his mouth hangs open.

“What? Jesus, Y/N, shh. I need to help you get into bed.” He tries to get the image out of his head, but he can’t. The image of being between her sweet thighs stays with him.

“No. Don’t shh me. I love you and I want to fuck you. That’s um, that’s like making love, yeah? We love. Let’s do it. Come here. Come fuck me.” She grabs his face and Harry is completely overwhelmed, and wonders if he said anything like this when he was drunk.

“No, baby. Not like this.” He removes her hands from his face and holds them softly. “You’re gonna hate yourself tomorrow and hate me more.”

“Never hated you. I’ll never hate you. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I want to show you, let me show you.” She still manages to look so cute to him, with her smudged makeup and whiny voice.

“Y/N, please. We can talk about this later, ok? I promise we’ll talk about it.” Her pout deepens and she gets up, throwing her sweater over her head and somewhere around her sitting room.

“I’m goin’ upstairs. I’m gonna be naked and all…all fuckable [hiccup].” Harry follows her upstairs to make sure she doesn’t fall or hurt herself or something clumsy. He finds her on her bed pants half way off and crying.

“Y/N, what? Why are you crying?” He suddenly becomes very worried and is about to get her a trash can because she’s surely due to vomit again crying like that.

“I can’t get my jeans off!” She’s full on sobbing over denim and Harry can’t help but laugh. “It’s, it’s not fun-ny. I’m trapped.” Her legs wiggle and she falls back on her bed, continuing to wiggle them in the air.

“Y/N, stop kicking. Calm down, I’ll get them off. Hold on.” Harry gently grabs her legs, peeling off the tight material. “There, you’re free.” She sits up in her bed and slowly covers herself with her blanket. “What? Suddenly so shy?”

“H, you saw my undies.” Her face is suddenly a lot more tired looking rather than drunk.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, love.” She pulls her duvet closer and closer and Harry sits down on the bed. “You want me to leave? I can come back in the morning to check on you.” Y/N slightly shakes her head and sinks into her bed.

“Will you stay, lay here with me?” His heart turns into a bunch of little bubbles as he examines the look on her face. She’s sad. He knows it. She’ll remember this tomorrow and not know what to make of it. He scoots his way to the head of the bed and throws his shoes off the side. “Hold me, please. Just til I fall asleep.” She was always a needy drunk, but this was different. Y/N needed Harry there to reassure her that he was okay, that he himself wasn’t angry or embarrassed by the situation. He gets close to her, swinging his arm around.

“I’m gonna be right here.” Harry stays the whole night, rubbing her arm every time she stirs. He isn’t sure when he falls asleep but when he wakes it feels as if it’s only been a few minutes. Y/N is still sleeping beside him, all cuddled up in her blankets. She was always one of those people who could drink her weight and be fine the next day, something Harry envied, but he slowly leaves the bed with an idea and tugs on his boots. He tips toes around her bedroom making sure not to wake her, carefully down the stairs and out the door. There was a nice coffee shop close by as well as pharmacy, he’ll pick her up some coffee and Advil; maybe even some flowers.

When Harry reaches the coffee shop, flowers in hand, the tiny woman behind the counter shakes her head and laughs, “I remember when my husband used to go out and buy me fresh bagels when I got a bit too wild the night before. Your girl is right lucky, she gets the flowers and the bagels.”

This makes his heart swell and his lips twitch into a smile. “No, ma'am. I’m just lucky enough I have her to give flowers to.” As he leaves the shop, Harry feels reborn. He feels more in love than he ever has and can’t wait to get back to her, to take care of her. It doesn’t matter that to him that they both found out in drunken ways, well he does wish that they both went about it differently but, Harry is in love and so is Y/N.

He returns to her home quietly, making sure that the door doesn’t slam and his feet don’t boom up the steps. Her door is slightly ajar, letting him know that she’s woken up and probably gone to the bathroom or kitchen; he hopes to god she didn’t make coffee or tea. When he opens her door he finds her propped up on pillows and tightly wrapped in a quilt with only her arm poking out so she can control the TV remote. She catches him out of the corner of her eye, jumping slightly, and belts out, “Don’t sneak up on me! I thought you left, why- um, why’d you come back?”

Harry walks to her, flowers first. Her tired eyes widen in surprise and soften when she notices the coffee. “I thought I could make your morning a little easier. They didn’t have lilies, only yellow roses, but I did get you Advil and bagels if you need to eat although you seem fine…” If she doesn’t speak soon he’s sure to talk forever.

“H, I’m ok. I don’t feel sick or anything and thank you.” She unwraps the quilt from her upper body and takes a coffee from him,”Mmm, this smells so good. What’d you get?” Y/N was always a food or drink stealer, she had to take a sip or bite of whatever he had.

“I got the same cause I knew you’d wanna sip at mine.” Her brows knit together, but she’s silent because she knows it’s true. “I see you’re feeling…better?” Y/N clears her throat and nods her head as she turns his attention to the TV. “Don’t pretend what you said didn’t happen. You ignoring it, you hate this show.” He takes her coffee from her hand and sits it on her night table, “You love me, yes or no?” Her eyes fall to her hands as she mumbles her little answer.

“Yes. I love you.” Harry moves beside her, covering them in her fluffy blankets as he cuddles her.

“Good. I love you, too.” She’s slightly taken aback by his cool demeanor as if nothing had changed as if it wasn’t new that they loved each other in that way. But another part of her was just as accepting. Why should it be awkward?

“I love this shirt.” Y/N places her hand on his chest, feeling the cross underneath the fabric. “It’s always so soft. I bet it’s nice to sleep in, you sleep in it last night?” Harry grabs her hand, leaving it on his chest.

“Yeah but I mean, I think that was the first time I slept in all my clothes in forever.” Y/N mind quickly turns to the image of harry sleeping naked beside her. She’s seen him naked before, but not naked-naked, not intimate naked. Her hand absentmindedly travels down to his torso and feels his muscles.

“Love, if you’re gonna tickle me I must warn you; I am much stronger and much more awake at the moment than you are.” Her hand keep rubbing his belly and then bravely goes under it. His skin is warm and smooth with soft hair just under her fingertips.

“I won’t tickle. I’m just feeling you. I can do that now, right?” Harry looks at her and his mouth actually starts to water. Her beautiful doe eyes and pouty lips could sway him into doing anything she wanted.

“You can do whatever you want.” Her hand lifts his shirt higher and higher and Harry’s heart begins to pound. He becomes quite nervous and she’s sure to notice.

“Whatever I want?” Y/N lowers her head to his belly and gives him a few small kisses right in between his laurel tattoo before blowing a loud raspberry.

“Jesus Christ! Why!” Her wild laughter causes harry join in, holding her tighter so she can’t wiggle away from him. “If it’s going to be like then prepare for the worst, most hated, stubble chin!” His chin goes straight for her neck and Y/N squeals.

“Harry! No! I won’t do it anymore!” He lets up and his face is now close to hers, just inches away from one another.

“I forgot to tell you good morning.” He kisses her cheek and repeats, “Good morning, my love.” He kisses her forehead, “Good morning, sweetheart.” And finally, his lips land on hers. He kisses her softly but passionately before letting go, “Good morning, baby.” Y/N’s hands wrap around Harry’s neck to pull him closer.

“Good morning, H.” The pair shares another kiss, this one being heavier and harder. This is a new feeling but somehow the best feeling. Both Harry and Y/N have one thing on their mind and it definitely doesn’t involve getting out of bed.

Harry starts by kissing her neck softly, then nibbling her ear. “You know, this can one or two ways baby.” Y/n lets out a little moan before giving him a response.

“What do you mean?” She’s beginning to breathe heavily and his little kisses are giving her goosebumps.

“I could kiss you like this all day,” he pauses to look her in the eyes, “or I could make you come so hard you won’t be able to think.” Y/n opens her mouth, but no words come out. Her thighs involuntarily press together, which Harry catches out of the corner of his eye. “I think I have my answer,” He asks her to take her top off with a very polite, please. He brushes her hair off of her shoulders and caresses her cheek. “Thank you. Now, can you take these off for me?” He tugs at her underwear with one finger and watches her wiggle herself out of them. Y/n is now completely naked for him, waiting for his next move. Her head is resting on his arm and his stomach is pressed flush against her side.

His fingers ghost over her skin from the base of her throat to the bottom of her navel, making the tiny hairs rise. He finally presses a finger to her skin and she quivers, “Oh.”

“Like my hands?” She nods. He drags that finger down until he feels how wet she is, stopping to tease her. “I love your pussy. You know that? Been thinking about it for months, having dreams about how you’ll feel on my face,” he then starts to play with her clit and brings his mouth to her neck, “wet and so sensitive. I’ve been thinking about how good you must taste. A sweet little thing like you, y/n. Bet it’s just like sugar, yeah?” With that, Harry brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean. “Even better than that, baby.”

He knows how to tease and y/n never knew he was so capable. She knew he was good with girls, but she assumed it was his charm. He has a way with his words and his fingers, she can’t comprehend what other parts of him can do. Harry’s only been teasing her and she’s already a moaning mess for him, moving her hips and wiggling in his arm. She needs more from him and she’s going to take it. She places her hand on his, pushing it down so his fingers sink into her. “No more teasing.” Her voice cracks and Harry smirks.

“I could make it so much worse, y/n. I could make you beg for me,” he curves his fingers just right so that she gasps and yelps for him, “make you do that over and over again and not let you come.” He’s so smug. “But I won’t, not today.”

Y/n’s eyes begin to water due to his hand movements. His fingers bend back and forth at a fast rate causing her to moan. “Oh my god. Yeah, right there. Right there.” Harry’s nose is now pressed to her cheek, eyes traveling down to his hand every once in a while.

“Oh? Right here?” He adds a little more pressure and she whimpers. “What if I were to make it even better? Would you like that? Hmm?” He doesn’t even wait for her response before falling down her body. His mouth is on her in seconds, licking and sucking like he’s trying to get high off of her.

Y/n hands are grabbing the pillow behind her and she’s crying his name, “Harry. Harry. Harry. Oh, fuck.” She won’t be able to last long if he keeps this up. She can already feel that tightness, but she wants to fuck him. She wants to show Harry how she feels right now and how badly she’s wanted to please him. “Fuck me.”

Harry stops and looks up at her, “What?” He knew that things were going to get heated, certainly, but he wasn’t expecting to go that far or her wanting to.

“You heard me, H. Fuck me. Fuck me like you love me.” Y/n bites her lip and Harry flies to her face, kissing her softly.

“I do love you.” He begins to undress, probably breaking a record for getting naked so fast.

“Good.” She pulls him down and guides him on his back, sliding herself down on him. She wasted no time in riding him. Harry’s hand squeezes her ass and the other goes to her mouth. She sucks his thumb so eagerly that it makes a ‘pop’ every time it leaves her lips. “You feel so good.” He grins proudly and squeezes a cheek even tighter making y/n sigh from that tight burn.

“Oh, you do like my hands.” She concentrates on her movements, but they come to a halt when Harry’s hand slaps her ass.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s fingernails dig into the little birds on his skin and she bucks forward, clenching his dick inside her.

“I knew you were fuckin’ naughty. I knew it, baby.” He spanks her once more just to feel her nails dig into his chest again. She inhales sharply, slowly building back up to her pace. “Oh, that’s it. Just like that.” Harry’s head falls back to the pillow and this time, he’s the one moan for her. His deep, throaty groans only make her want to go faster and harder for him. Her hands roam his upper body until her two small hands gently glide up his throat causing him to shake and moan. Y/n smiles, as it seems that maybe Harry is not as dominating as she thought.

She leans her body forward, still grinding into him with a hand resting on his throat. “I think maybe,” she squeezes her hand and he bites his lip, “maybe that you’re the one who likes to get a little naughty.” Harry doesn’t speak just yet, he only smiles and spanks her the harder than before. Y/n’s eyes snap closed and her mouth is left to gape open.

“I don’t think so, love.” He pushes her chest to his face, sucking hard on her nipple. He thrusts upwards as fast as he can while holding her in place with one arm around her back. He spanks her three more times, soothing it by rubbing his palm across her cheek each time. “Mmm, I love you like this. I love you.”

It’s difficult for Y/n to speak with all of the moans stuck in her throat. Her fingers run through Harry’s hair and when he hits that spot inside her, she tugs at it. He doesn’t mind, he actually loves it. Each time she pulls it sends a hot tingle straight to his dick. “You’re gonna make me come, H.” He lets out one of his dorky chuckles and flips her on her back.

“That’s the idea.” He hikes up her leg and gives her all he has. She lets out a string of ‘fucks’ and ‘oh my gods’ and he knows that she’s coming. He can feel it. “You’re there, don’t hold back. Move your hips, I know you want to. Do what you want, come on my dick. Come for me.” She then lifts her hips and grinds herself on him so that she’s as close as she can get. Y/n lets out a cry and what sounds something like an ‘Ugh’. She comes hard and wild, just like he had hoped. She brings both of her legs up and hold on to his waist. Even though she looks relaxed, she still feels that pulsing sensation. “You need me to stop?” Harry is close, but he doesn’t want to overstay his…welcome so to speak.

“No, I want to make you feel good. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” For some reason, her statement gives him a chill, little tiny bumps rise all over his body and he pumps into her eagerly. He’s thrilled by the fact that she wants to be the one who makes him feel this way. Her eyes close and he’s not sure but he think she has a small smile on her face. He feels nothing but the purest form of pleasure and love right now and he can barely handle it. Y/n feels his dick twitch inside her and Harry grits his teeth. He dramatically drops on top of her, pretending to be dead and leaving Y/n to giggle.

“Oh my love, you’ve died. What will I tell the police?” She runs her fingers through his hair then pokes at his back.

“Death by pussy, I presume?” He still lies on top of her, with his chin resting on her chest. When she just looks at him he starts to giggle, making her smile.

“Harry get off of me, you geek.” He pretends to be hurt, but his still smiling so she pokes his dimple. He leans his head into her finger then pretends to bite it. “See, total geek.”

He gives her his best pouty expression, “But you love this geek?”

“Yes, I love this geek.” Harry scoots up to her lips and kisses her, telling her that he loves her for what seems like the millionth time.

Accompanied blurb

Harry watched Y/N water the flowers on their balcony. The fabric of her dress is thin but flowy, allowing him to see the curves of her body as she moves. There was something about dresses like this that just kind of…got him going. The color was also very desirable to him, a dark blue that looked black in certain light.

When the plants are watered she leans against the railing to feel a soft breeze. The loose hairs dance around her face and she moans, making Harry almost jump out of his seat. His body presses against hers from behind. His hands sliding from her waist down her thighs to collect the material, bunching it up in his hands and pulling upwards. With his mouth pressed to her ear, he states, “I love this dress.”

His hands continue pulling the gathered fabric up her thigh until she places a hand on one of his fists, “If you like so much then why are you trying to take it off of me.”

She can feel him smirk on her ear and the front of the dress drops only to have to back aggressively pushed up to her hips. His fingers toy with the hem of her underwear and he pulls them down her thighs, “Your dress wasn’t what I was trying to take off, love.” Her hands grip the railing as he dips his middle finger into her. He chuckles, “See that couple down there eating dinner. What if they saw us? What if they knew that I’m playing with your pussy.”

Her eyes find the couple. They sip on their drinks and talk over their food. Y/N leans forward, allowing him greater access. The threat of being seen and the sensation of his fingers moving back and forth between her pussy and clit make her feel like she could float away. Her heart skips a beat when she hears the click of his belt. “Oh, my god.” Her voice is low but she becomes muffled by Harrys fingers sliding into her mouth. She feels him enter her and her legs spread wider, letting him move deeper.

“How do you taste?” He smiles widely knowing that she can’t answer. He looks up to move his hair out of his face but is greeted with an unexpected audience, a young woman across the way is watching them and Harry leans back down, directing Y/N’s jaw toward her. “Look at her, who do you think she wants to be right now? Me or you?” The woman looks completely horrified and closes her curtains. “Aw, such a shame. She could’ve seen you come for me, missing quite the show.”

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Maria watches friday night lights (#23)

Okay wow 4x13 was an amazing season finale!

here we goooo, under the cut:

“big cat clash” lol

Ooooh Jess at the press conference, standing below exchanging eyes with both Landry and Vince 👀

Omfg of course the Riggins brothers both have drunk and disorderly arrests on their records. oh nooo. Poor Mindy! And all over medical debt 😭

Awww Julie and Mrs. Saracen’s relationship is so cute but AH Matt’s back and didn’t tell her???? He looked so cute (and annoyingly so if I were Julie) coming up behind his grandma at the front door!

Ooooh good Eric Taylor speech overlaying a montage like damn that speech got ME pumped up like YEAH WE CAN BEAT THE DILLION PANTHERS I BELIEVE IT

“It’s bad enough having to read this gibberish, let alone having to do it in front of you.” Oh Tami my heart!! Eric offering to make her a cup of coffee. Oh relationship goals!

Ew Landry bragging about his demo is like the opposite of hot to me but I’ve made my feelings clear on this already lol. “songs for Jess,” dude tryna be maroon 5 this is cringe

Oh SHIT Jess came out and said it with her feelings for Vince!!! Yeah. Ok yeah saw that coming, can’t say I’m mad.

Saracen and Julie catching up while shopping in the grocery store also while Julie is clearly upset is A Lot. Phewww!

“You know, most people tell their girlfriends when they leave and say goodbye.” Fair! “I needed to get out of here. If I tried to say goodbye to you, I never would’ve left.” AGH 🥺

oh WOW Saracen bought her a ticket to see his apartment in Chicago? Ok, making some amends, I see you!

Oh no this love triangle is gonna affect the East Dillon gameplay!!!

Oh Tami’s not gonna be able to do it, is she?YESSSSS gurl !!! Sticking to your principles, you are the most badass lady!!

“That is not an apology!” Yeah bitch she doesn’t have to apologize to you for giving a teenage girl comprehensive sex education advice in the face of a teenage pregnancy. Get your anti choice ass out of here.

Oh Saracen you did the leaving thing so wrong 🤦🏻‍♀️ Landry doesn’t look too happy to see ya either!

Omfg Buddy is bringing a deep fryer to Tami’s for thanksgiving???? Absolutely not don’t do this to Tami! (It’s so cute how the Taylors welcome their home to so many tho!!!)

They’re gonna make her get fired on the Saturday after thanksgiving? Fucking cold anti choice assholes.

Damn this is really a bottom of the barrel moment for Tim if even Becky thinks he’s trash. He did it for such honorable reasons tho UGH

very American that Eric is having the team practice on thanksgiving and that he’s dismissing them one by one to go see their families lol

And Eric wanted to make sure Vince had somewhere to go awww

Lol @ Mrs. Saracen loving the deep fried turkey

Also lol @ Julie and Matt at the kids’ table! so cute

This is one tense thanksgiving, they do such a good job of showing each character silently brewing in the issue plaguing them.

Way to interrupt the turkey argument for that nice— albeit sad—toast, billy! “I don’t know where I’d be without y’all.” 🥺

Aww seeing Vince and his mom eat food the Merriweathers brought them warms my heart too! Aw and Jess is here with pie? So fucking cute.

Tim wanting to fight to keep becky’s friendship after Billy’s toast is super precious.

Damn all the “closed for the game” signs on either side of town!!! The imagery in this show cannot be beat.

Awww yes to Matt, Julie, and Mrs. Saracen cheering for Landry.

Damn Eric is putting Luke in to run his play with Vince??? AHH

“WE GOT OURSELVES AN OLD FASHIONED BARN BURNER!” !!!!!!! Ahhhh

GO UNDERDOGS!!!!!

Oh no oh no oh no Luke injured himself. Aw Tinker helped him get up my heart 😭

AHHHHH they’re having Landry kick? You got this babe, Eric Taylor and your best friend Matt believe in you!

YESSSSS HE DID IT! They won! TAKE THAT, ASSHOLE MCCOYS!!!

My heart that Matt got to watch Landry do that!!!

Tami congratulating Eric on the field!

Damn Sammy Meade ate shit and said he was almost converted to a Lions fan AND applauded Eric Taylor’s leadership? Love this shot of Eric in the car hearing that with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Yesss go head up the counseling program at East Dillon, Tami! Love that journey for you.

“So why are we here, Matthew?” “Because this is our special spot.” “Because you DEFLOWERED me here?” “well I wouldn’t use those words necessarily but...yeah.” LMAO

Aw “you’re a hard person to stay mad at” and omg yay he’s finally apologizing. The communication they needed.

Damn Julie saying you can’t go bc you have to find your own Chicago and you wouldn’t want to leave Chicago if he was there??? GROWTH. I’m very pleased that they finally talked that out.

Ugh I knew Tim was gonna fall on the sword for Billy!!! What a guy 🥺 he just wants Billy and Mindy and their son to be together omfg the tears!!! The emotion! The fact that this all happened bc they couldn’t afford Mindy’s medical bills!!!

I love Landry saying “oh whatever” and letting Matt in but YES MATT APOLOGIZE TO YOUR FRIEND. We love friendship.

Tim turning himself in, my heart.

Awwwuh Julie, Eric, and Grace putting up Christmas decorations, so cute!

Lol love that Landry scammed and got that ticket to Chicago with Matt.

Meeeep excited to see how season 5 wraps it all up, I’ve heard only good things!

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 4x13

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being-multishiper-be-like · 4 years

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Soooo, this is officially firts ff I'm gonna post

Sabriel, background Destiel

Hurt/comfort, hurt Sam

3k Enjoy

It was evening. Sam and Dean sat in some quite cheap restaurant and waited. Suddenly Cas appeared out of nowhere.

“Hi, Cas,” greeted him Dean.

“Hi, Dean,” said Cas and blushed.

“Hi, emh, where is Gabriel. I thought, that you'll come together.” Sam looked something between nervous and worried.

“Don't worry, he'll come in a minute, he just got into an argument with Michael, when I was leaving.” Cas looked apologeticly towards Sam but it didn't seem to work.

‘‘What's so important, that he has to argue about it, when we have a date?!” Sam stood up and slammed his fists onto the table angrily. When he realized, what he's done, he sat down and sighed.

“Apparently, you.” Cas answered.

“What?”

“Michael said, that he wants you just as his ‘fuckdoll’ and that he just pretends, that he feels something towards you.” Both brothers stared at him with anger written in their eyes. But after few seconds Sammy blinked and when he opened them again, he looked really hurt.

“What?! Yeah, I knew, Michael is an asshole but this-”

“- is the last thing he'll say 'bout you, I promise.” said Gabe as he slowly flounced towards their table.

“Gabe” Sam stood up again, this time not to shout, but to hug the archangel tightly.

“So now, when we're all finally here, I'd like to have something to eat” Dean smirked a little at Cas, as if the two of the knew something the others didn't.

“So, let's eat then” responded Gabe happily. They all sat down and ordered their food. Dean and Gabriel got burger with fries. Typically. And Cas and Sam got salad. How surprising...

“How's heaven doing now?” asked Sam with genuine concern. Mainly because of what he heard Cas saying, that Michael said about him and his lovely archangel.

“Well, it's complicated-” started Cas just to be interrupted by his older brother.

“Bullshit, it's total anarchy up there, don't suger coat it, sweetie.”

“I asked you at least million times to stop calling me like that.” Despite his words he blushed a little, he trully loved the shit of his brother.

“But, yeah, you're right. We don't have an idea, what to do.” Dean suddenly grabbed Cas' hand in silent declaration, that he'll stood by him, don't matter what. Cas shortly squeezed the hand and then smiled.

The supper continued silently for a while, only a tinkling of a cutlery could be heard.

“Are you currently working any case?” asked suddenly Cas.

“Well, it depends. We are trying to find some information about- well, it doesn't matter, so yes, but actually no.” answered Dean.

“You seriously should work on your verbalization. It's terrible.” snarked Gabriel. He loved teasing his maybe-soon-to-be-brother-in-law.

“You're just jealous, because I'm more handsome than you.” And Dean loved teasing him back.

“You? Handsome? Just maybe, because you'd rather use hand, than-”

“Guys, enough. Gabe, if you want to talk about my brother's sex life, I don't care, but please, do it when I'm not in the room! Have I made myself clear?!” Sam looked genuinely exasperated. But can you blame him? The boys were adult, they should act like ones.

“Yes, mom…” said Gabe and then giggled like a friggin five-year-old. Sam sighed.

“Than behave or l'll have to give you a spanking like to a bad kid.” Sam's face was deadly serious, but the corners of his lips were twitching upwards a little.

“Sammy, weren't you the one, who got angry at us like a minute ago, because we were talking about something, you, as my brother, don't have to know 'bout?” Dean seemed like he didn't know whether to laugh, cry, kill his brother or everything exactly in that order.

“OK, what about changing the subject?” uttered Cas into an awkward silence after a while.

“Sure. The food tastes like a mud, doesn't it?” joked Dean. The waiter unfortunately heard him, so she observed him judgingly, frowned and then let it go.

“You seriously don't have to insult everyone around you. After all those years it's rather annoying.” hissed Sam. Cas couldn't stand it anymore.

“I have an idea. We're all almost finished with our meals, so I insist we pay and go to motel before we” -he sent a significant look to both brothers- “got into some serious argument. Agreed?”

“No, it just started to be funny.” Dean threw on his don't-you-dare-steal-away-my-toys-

while-I-am-playing-with-them face.

“If this is your idea of fun, I really pity you.”

“Gabriel!”

“What? He acts like a child!”

“And you don't?!”

“Cassie, Cassie. The only way I can relate to Dean is using dictionary of a child in kindergarten. Ain't it, Dean?”

“Enough, you assholes! This was supposed to be really nice dinner, but I can't be in here with you another fucking second!” Sam spitted his words out while rising from his chair. Then he simply run away from them. They haven't had a courage or maybe a certain dose of masochism to go after him.

“I should check on him. Fuck, this is my mistake.” breathed Gabe after few minutes.

“You have to let him cool down. Trust me, I know him. Right now he'd shoot you, if you'd try to approach.” admitted sadly Dean.

“I have to do something!” barked Gabriel in response.

“Gabe, Dean is right. Let's go to the motel. He'll came back when he'll think, he's able to face you two. Because he was right, you were really acting like assholes.” proclaimed Cas with his strong, yet soothing voice. And they did as he said...

***

When Sam came back, it was long after midnight. He tried to silently sneak in, but the first thing he's seen, when he turned on the light, was his furious boyfriend.

“Where do you think you've been?! I was fucking worried about you and I couldn't find you because of the sigils! And now you try to sneak in like teen-age boy, who's just drunk his first bottle of vodka and he's afraid of what his parents are going to say! So tell me. What do you think I'm supposed to say?!”

Gabriel shouted like he's lost his mind. He desperately wanted to punch him in his face and then kiss him, like there's no tomorrow.

“Who are you to blame me?! The date was my last hope to have a 'normal' life. I was looking forward it for like two months and you and the underdeveloped man, who calls himself my brother, have to ruin everything. I love you, OK? But right now I want choke you!”

“That can be arranged…” Gabriel winked and knelt down.

“That's exactly the reason, why I'm angry! You can't be serious for a moment! Stand up, or I'll leave again.” Gabriel stood up. He looked somehow, well, different. He was frowning and he seemed to be confused.

“Sammy, what's wrong? You are never running away. Not unless is something hunting you, but this is not the case, so, what are you afraid of?”

“I'm desperately trying not to get lost in this parody of reality. But I'm afraid it's too late. I'm already lost. Can you hug me, please? Because I'm not sure, whether you are actually here, or my mind is playing tricks on me. And you are one of a very few people who can hold me together, when I think, that everything is falling apart. So don't say anything and just hug me…” Sam seemed as if he lost a last drop of his energy, after he said it. He dropped on his knees and started to tremble. Gabe immediately knelt down so he could hug the shivering nothing, that's left of his boyfriend. The archangel wrapped this arms around Sam. ‘He lost so much weight, how could I not notice it?!’ he screamed at himself in his mind.

“Sammy, I'm so sorry, I had no idea, that yo-”

“Don't speak. I got used to silence and your words aren't going to help me anyway. Because you don't mean it. You'll leave me. I know it.” Sam was devastated. He was sobbing mess. And the worst part of this tragic moment was, the he truly believed to his words.

“Do you think so little of yourself? And of me and our relationship? Does it mean nothing to you?”

“No! It means everything to me. That's why I can't lose you. But yes, I think a very little of myself. I don't deserve you. You're an archangel and I'm fucked-up piece of-” Sam would continue but Gabe slammed his lips upon his. He kissed him fiercely although he got almost no reaction from Sam. Then he drew himself back.

“You say, you can't lose me. Than why are you letting me go?…”

“I don't know what to do. I'm tired and angry and I can't control it.” After this statement Gabe lifted Sam up and carried him bridal style to the bed. Then he laid down next to him and wrapped his hands around himself. The only good thing that happened in hours whas hearing Sam's breath deepening as he had fallen asleep.

***

“Cas, he'll be OK, I know it.” stated Dean as he led his boyfriend to the motel.

“But, we should-”

“The best thing we can do right now, is to let Gabe to take care of him. And you can be sure, that the first thing I'll do when I wake up tomorrow, will be hugging him. He has chaos in himself and unfortunately I can't help him to sort it out. He has to do it himself. But I will be there for him, forever and always.” Dean's vow was pure and full of love. He ment it, every single word. Cas was amazed. He has truly chosen the most loving and caring person on the entire world.

“Right now I want to spend time with you, though.” Dean giggled a little and than he winked at Cas. He leaned in and pecked him on the lips. Cas didn't hesitate for a second and deepened the kiss. Their tongues have been rubbing against each others'. The kiss was becoming sloppier and sloppier until the passion completely burned down.

“I'm not sure if it's not too soon, to say something like this, but Cas, I love you and I'm genuinely happy for the first time in my life.” Dean's voice was solemn. And this moment seemed perfect for such a declaration.

“And I love you too.” Cas conjured one of his magical smiles, that could break stones and then he kissed Dean again. This time it wasn't quick and passionate. No, it was slow, they both knew they had time, so the kiss celebrating their first ‘I love you’ has to be just perfect. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and Dean did the same but around the waist. Their lips slowly parted, but they stood still, enjoying each others' presence.

“We should go to bed, I'm quite tired.” admitted Cas after some time. Dean hasn't answered, he just led them to a bed and tucked them under a blanket.

“Good night, sweetheart”

“Good night, love.”

***

Dean did as he said the previous day. Checking on his brother was the first thing he has done in the morning.

“Sammy, how do you feel?” Dean sat down on the bed in Sam's and Gabriel's motel room. He sat next to Sammy but not too close to make him uncomfortable. Gabriel and Cas had done the best thing, they could. Walked away.

“I should be angry at you, but I feel too tired to do so. It's pity, though. If we'd got into an argument, then we'd atone and everything would be better.” Sam was visibly exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes, that Dean was sure, it wasn't there last evening.

“If you want to argue, I'd arrange it, although it'd broke my heart.”

“Was it an irony, or not?” asked Sam with a glimpse of genuine concern.

“Well, both, obviously.”

“And now seriously. What can I do for you, Sammy? I've already sacrificed my soul for you, I'd gladly do it again.”

“You're saying, that we should be serious and you're being sarcastic. Yeah, don't say anything, I know. Denial is your shield. I know you, Dean. I know what are you terrified of.” Sam wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulders. ‘Everything is gonna be better,’ he said to himself. ‘It has to…’

“Wasn't it supposed to be 'bout you?” laughed Dean. Although he'd rather cry.

“I think that we're two halves of one whole. If is something wrong with me, it affects you too and vice versa. But you haven't said anything about my remark about you being in denial. So perhaps it is true.”

“It isn't! No, I'm not in denial. I-” Dean was interrupted in the middle of his inhale.

“-am denying that. As would any person in denial do. Dean, seriously, you have to move on. You are stuck in the beginning. Let it out, all of it. Go, be angry, crush things. Just stop pretending, it's not real, because it won't make the things you're afraid of smaller, you just won't see it for awhile. And do you know, what will happen, if you leave them unsupervised? They will grow! You have to say it. Right here. Right now.” In the middle of his speech Sam stood up to face his brother. After that act both brothers' face changed colour. Sam flushed and Dean paled.

“Weren't you deadly tired just few minutes ago?” snarked Dean in response, because he was trying to hide, how Sam's words had affected him.

“Well, I was, but someone has to look after you, since you are not able to do it yourself.”

“Are you trying to tell me, that you stopped being tired, just to make fun out my fears?”

“Do you really think I'm doing all of this, just to make a fun out of you?! I'm trying to help you, you asshole!”

“I'm sorry. You know, that you're not the one I doubt about…”

“Dean,”-Sam exhaled- “don't. Just don't.”

“So, since you are better,” Dean ignored his brother's remark, “you should spend some time with Gabriel, you two have a lot of talking to do.”

“Ugh, fine. I hate to admit it, but you are right..."

***

“Here,” Gabriel hugged Sam tightly, “I hold you and I won't let you go, 'till you learn, how to love yourself.” Sam smiled, then he leaned forward and kissed Gabe fiercely. Gabriel slightly laughed into the kiss.

“Although I find this unbelievably pleasant, it won't bribe me. I still cling to my words.”

“I know, you always do.” The archangel took a step backward and instead of a reply, he put on a serious face. It wasn't exactly pleasant for Sam, mostly because they just had a heavy make-out session like a few seconds before, but also because Gabriel was the least serious creature he knew. The room fell into a silence. The heavy, suffocating one.

“Baby steps, okay? You have to start with allowing yourself things. You made a mistake? You can allow it to yourself. Crave something? Allow it. It's the first step. Everybody has to indulge themselves sometimes. Got it?” While talking, Gabriel was looking Sam straight into the eyes and Sam felt a cold sweat run down his neck.

“Yeah, I guess. But about the mistakes- whenever I make a mistake, someone dies. It's not something to be proud of.” Sam replied resignedly.

“Sammy, how often do you think about, the people who died because of you?” Gabe asked with a sudden harsh.

“It's not like I think 'bout them constantly, it's more like they never seem to leave my head. Not really. Let me guess, it's not the answer you wanted to hear.”

“Yeah, you're right. That's exactly, what I didn't want to hear. But I can't say I'm surprised. I already know you. And here's my second question- how often do you think about the people, that are alive thanks to you, the people you saved?”

“I do think about them and I replay the memories of them but only, when I feel really, like, really bad. I do it on those days, when I'm too sick and self-pitying to even leave bed. It's when I think, I don't matter. The world doesn't need me. It needs Samuel Winchester, the man, who repeatedly saved it. Not Sam, who's more childish and broken inside, that he's willing to admit. And it's confusing, because in the end, there's just one man. Sam. Only Sam, a little boy who had to grow up too soon. Does it make any sense?” Sam looked like he just had an out-of-body-experience. He was there, he was talking, but his eyes were empty, like he was somewhere else.

“It does, actually. I'm really glad you told me.” Gabriel smiled sympathetically. Then he clapped his hands and put on a mischievous smile. “And now, since we don't have anything to hunt, I suggest we head into a bed for more pleasant activities to do. Agreed?”

“I'm sorry babe, but I'm actually kinda tired.” Sam changed his expression back to self-pitying one, even though he smiled just a moment ago.

“Let's go sleep, then. Is there anything, I can do for you?”

“Yes. I think I'd really like to sleep with my cute little spoon.”

Gabe snorted and responded, “First of all, I'm not a cute little spoon, I'm a fierce archangel. Heaven's most powerful weapon. And second of all I'm, I am, I…” Gabriel flushed. It's not usual for him to run out of words. But it was mostly because he just now at this exact moment realized how whipped Sam had him. Absolutely.

“Were you about to say something love?” Sam teased.

“Yes, let's go to bed.” Gabe's last words faded into silence. They laid on the small and crappy motel bed. To Sam it wasn't small and crappy, though. Maybe it was because Gabriel snapped his fingers and conjure a better one but he thought it was because of his love's hands running up and down his side...

#sabriel #destiel #supernatural #angst #archangel gabriel #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel

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ironwoman18 · 4 years

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We found love in a hopeless place part 9

Chapter 9: Our First Kiss

Early that day, while Spencer was with Emily. Max drove to pick up her younger sister, Eloise, because a pipe broke and the principal sent them home for the day.

When her sister got in the car and hugged her she asked "what's up with your car?"

"Oh Dad had to use it. His car is at the mechanical workshop so he dropped me at school and went to buy food and other things" Max nodded.

"Ok. Lucky I was out early today" she smiled at her "want to eat McDonald's?" Asked Max which made her sister smiled big and nodded. Max laughed and drove to the restaurant.

"So how are things with Spencer? The guy we met yesterday?"

"Well things are going good. He's the sweetest guy I ever met, a little awkward but it's cute" she smiled softly.

"You really like him, don't you?" Max nodded "what does he do?"

"He's a FBI agent"

"Really? That's awesome!" Said Eloise with a smile.

"Yeah but I feel like something just happened because he's out of job for a month. He hasn't talked about it and I don't want to make him uncomfortable"

"Why do you think so?"

"He said he had a nightmare last night and the fact that he's not working right now" she said as she parked the car close to the restaurant.

"Maybe he had a tough case. I heard that kind of jobs can cause PTSD"

"Of course I know it and I'm sure that was what brought him to the doctor where we met" Eloise nodded then they got out of the car and walked in the fast food restaurant.

They ordered two cheese burgers with fries and sodas. They sat down and started to eat then Max looked at her little sister "by the way... How did you know about the PTSD and the FBI?"

"Internet. I had to do an essay about the consequences of war in the army so I just made the connection with a FBI agent" she said matter-of-factly.

Max raised an eyebrow but smiled "of course, you always shock me with the information you discovered on internet"

"Internet is the best tool you could have" she laughed and ate a fry. Max also laughed and both ate and kept talking now and then about Max's work or Eloise's classes.

Their lunch was relaxed. Then Max drove to her dad's house and spent some time there.

When they arrived there was Michelle with her son, who hugged his aunts excited "aunt Max and aunt Ellie. I will go to the spelling competition!" He smiled big and both women smiled back and hugged him tight "The school's principal said I will go to a little competition a week after we start classes. It will be against other kids from the school"

"Congratulations buddy" said Max while ruffled his hair gentle.

"You will nail it Sammy" commented Eloise.

"Thank you aunts. I hope I don't lose my first competition"

"Nah you will do it great" Eloise and Max said at the same time.

"You own me an ice cream" said Eloise laughing and Max rolled her eyes but laughed too.

Then their father showed up with some coffee and some cake for his grandson.

They talked while the kid played with a tablet. Then Max got a message from Spencer asking if they could meet for coffee and she answered with a yes and excused herself with her family.

When she was gone the two sisters smirked "do you think this is the one for her?" Asked Michelle.

"I'm sure he is. She is crazy for him. Today she and I were talking and she quoted some of the things he told her. Even some random facts"

"Well, to be honest. I was getting worry after that idiot and her broke up. She hasn't had look luck with love"

"Yeah I will kill Mike if I see his face again" said Eloise with anger in her voice.

"Me too but back to Spencer" said the older sister "do you know about him?"

"Not much. Max kept some details about him to herself" they looked at Sam playing with some cars and making noises.

"He will come this Saturday maybe we can talk to him" suggested Michelle with a wicked smirk.

"I love your ideas!" Said the little sister excited and high-five her.

Meanwhile Max drove to the park Spencer told her to go. When she arrived she looked for him until she saw him sitting on a bench with a kid playing chess.

She smiled and walked to him "hey there" she said to him.

"Oh hey Max. These are Leonard and Patrick. I met them a few minutes ago and they wanted to play chess but didn't know the rules so while I was waiting. I taught them how to play"

"Really? And how old are you two?" Max asked softly looking at them.

"I'm 8 and my brother is 7" said Patrick then he looked at Spencer "is she your wife?"

They blushed and Spencer shook his head "No, we are dating but she's not even my girlfriend" he said looking at him.

"She's pretty. You should ask her. My mom always said that if you want something you should ask for it" he smiled innocently.

Max could see Spencer was uncomfortable, she bit her lower lip holding a laugh but his answer made her blush "I will think about it Pat" said Spencer smiling "ok kids. I have to go" they growled softly "but don't worry. If you want I can return tomorrow to teach you more" they smiled big "goodbye kids" he stood up and high-five them.

The couple walked in silence for a while then Max said "did they liked how you explained the game?"

"Kids understand easily the game. You just need to use the right words. An investigation said that teaching kids how to play chess will improve their social abilities, of course their math, language and logical thought" he told her "chest is easy to understand, the difficulties start when you have to learn strategies to win"

"My dad tried to teach me but I never understood" she blushed softly "I think my artistic brain couldn't handle to much math" she laughed.

"It's weird because I bet you can calculate pretty good" she raised her eyebrow "you know art is about proportions. You need to know the proper angle to draw a human being or know the right place to take a photo so the light show exactly what you want" she rubbed her chin thinking "it's all math"

"I think you are right" she looked up at him "but it's something we don't realize we are doing it"

"Exactly... I do calculations in my mind but I'm aware of that, you do it in automatic"

"Ok I understand" they arrived to a food truck that have coffee. They ordered and paid for it. When they had it they continued to walk "how was your meeting with your boss?"

"It wasn't a work meeting, she wanted to talk about me, ask me how I was and looked at me" he took a sip of his coffee "we met a long time and before she was my boss, we became friends and all the people at the BAU are like my family"

"Amazing, I feel the same about my job at the school. But sometimes I feel like I should be doing something different..."

"Like?"

"Like... Working in a museum because I know I won't be a great painter like Picasso or Van Gogh but I feel I could do more in a place where art is the main department"

"I used to think that. I wished to work in the cure of the schizophrenia or something like that but I ended up with the FBI" he looked at her "but then Emily showed me that I was helping people with my job there and I realized that I'm a better person because of this job"

She nodded and smiled at him "but it's stressful, right?"

"And sometimes dangerous" he said looking around.

"I can imagine" she looked at him. They stayed in silence for a few minutes. They finished their coffees and sat down "you aren't working because you developed a PTSD?" She asked.

He looked at her and sighed "yeah... I was having some symptoms"

"You don't have to tell me what happened"

"I want to but not today" he held her hand "you are becoming an important part of my life even though we just met a month ago" he looked at her "I'm not the kind of person who likes to express his feelings so when I do. It means a lot"

She looked at him "you too. And to show you I trust you, I will tell you why I had to go to the doctor..." She looked down.

"You don't have to Max..."

"But I want to Spencer" she looked around, the sky was getting darker and the park was getting emptier. She looked at him and smiled "it was two years ago... I met this guy... His name was Mike Davis. He was so sweet and kind, he was tall, he had brown hair and green eyes. A handsome man... We started to date and it was wonderful" she looked down "a few months later we moved together. After that he became something totally different. He treated me horrible, he never hurted me with his fists but he used terrible words to me... He made me feel like an idiot" Spencer felt the need to look for him and punched him.

"You had the mentality of an abused woman... No matter if he ever hit you or not"

"Yeah I defended him and he pulled me away from my family. We were always very close but he managed to break us" she had tears in her eyes. He rubbed her back waiting for her to continue "a few months ago I finally ended that after realizing what was happening. He left to New Jersey and then we met at the doctor"

"Did you talk to her? About this?" She nodded.

"Yes and I told her that I met a man who was helping me to move on and realized that not all men are like Mike" he smiled softly "I never talked about this with people outside my family and closed friends"

He held her hand "I promise that I will tell you what happened to me" he promised "maybe in a private place because it's something really bad" she nodded and held his hand tightly.

"Ok Spence" and without thinking she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was slow and sweet, he rubbed her cheek gently in the kiss. They broke the kiss slowly but left their forehead together and eyes closed, they smiled.

OOooOOooOO

After next chapter I will start watching season 13 and use some events on the fic. In fact I want to add the guy from New Orleans.

#spencer reid #criminal mind #maxine brenner #maxcer #fanfiction

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