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suncaptor · 11 months

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hi! i hope you don't mind me asking, but i need a certified opinion on sam winchester and you seemed like the person to go to :D

could you rec me some good sam-centric fic & character studies? preferably for early seasons or pre-series?

i'm showing spn to a friend and they like sam a lot, but we are both. somewhat afraid to go into the tag lol. so I figured you could have something nice bookmarked or there's maybe a rec list i dont know about.

thanks!

Okay I actually mostly read later seasons Sam stuff (or at least s5+) because the more trauma the better <3 but here are some that are either sam studies that include earlier stuff or earlier/preseries (like kripke era)

DO check trigger warnings! since these are (mostly) pre hell (and I would not read w*) they aren't as bad as some of the sam & lucifer fics I'd share, but some still have different potentially triggering themes (like addiction, suicide, etc, so please just be careful! I'm assuming you can check the tags on ao3 <3)

also some are 18+, not sure your age but I don't personally want my followers talking to me about nsfw content if they are minors. so be wary around that too, but they're all outer links so ao3 will have them rated/stop you etc.

Sam w/ OCD rec list & my old Sam rec list

samjess

Sunlight by sp8ce, samjess

The first time Sam tastes blood it's human blood, and it feels like shame and the closest he has been to truly human wrapped up in one. He's never been so safe and in love. The second time it's electric and consuming. He has nothing left, but the desire to chase the power and hold on to the objective of revenge, only still connected at her touch. The third time, he's pretty sure it will kill him, burn him like purifying light from the inside out. --- An exploration of Sam and consuming blood. This work is the first time: with Jessica Moore.

also if you like samjess sp8ce has later seasons ghost samjess too<3

sam & john

the type who doesn't burn by patrocluus

On a late October afternoon in 1997, John Winchester takes his son out into the woods and puts a bullet between his eyes.

make a mirror out of you by sp8ce - john kills jess (it's john pov though)

The thing about Jessica's death is that it makes Sa,m understand John more than anything else ever could and choose everything John's ever wanted Sam to choose. Azazel always seems to have John's silhouette.

sam / gen or multi

This Is the Way (The World Ends) by Lise

In Georgia hunting a skinwalker, Dean saw Sam. AU. Like, really.

Weblike Causality by sp8ce

Which came first? The fear or the inevitability?

instrument by sp8ce

Sam Winchester grasps with his own personhood.

Polaroid Sun Picture by sp8ce

Sam has been stalked his whole life in order to be manipulated into an instrument of his worst fears. He has no privacy to himself. He has no defence.

therefore I react by sp8ce

for a while, in the cage, all Sam sees is a tree.

(okay so I've tried to not give you any lucifer stuff but this one is a sam & learnt helplessness thesis for connecting past & present)

This Kid's Not Alright by safiyabat

What exactly did Sam get up to at Bobby's while Dean was at Sonny's? When John makes a very odd request of the older hunter, Bobby takes the boy into his home for a few months. It isn't an easy time for either of them.

the easy way out and the hardest part by queenbaskerville

Sam would rather die than be Lucifer's vessel. Lucifer will just resurrect him now, but there was a time before the seals were broken—a time before Sam broke the seals. To save the world, to save Dean—Sam knows what he has to do.

The Special Children by TheMightiestPen

After Dean reveals his Dad’s last words, he asks Sam to lay low for a while. This time, Sam says no. This time, Sam goes all in in his search for the other kids like him. S2 AU, for spnhiatuscreations on tumblr for week 5: favorite season.

sam & dean

Dear Abel by lowkey_existential_despair (it has samjess/early sam&dean basis okay)

It wasn’t always like this, is the thing. There used to be a time when caring about Dean was more than just a habit. There was a time, once, when seeing Dean with demon-black eyes would’ve been the worst thing in the world. But that was a long time ago. Now, he looks at this black-eyed version of Dean—wrapped in layers of chains, in pain, sobbing quietly—and he feels nothing. Nothing at all.

Purify by cenotaphy

"We know what happens when Sam drinks demon blood.

…but what happens when Sam drinks angel blood?"

Set at the end of season 4, before Sam gets out of the panic room.

Hell Fractal by sp8ce

Sam's last real memory is of Dean stabbing him after he let Lucifer out. Sam keeps, with varying levels of memory and awareness, waking up in the panic room. With Dean needing to kill him.

Man-in-the-middle by ambersock (who has some lovely fics <3)

Sam hears the driver’s side door open, hears footsteps approaching. He remembers that Dean still has Ruby’s demon-killing blade. Yet another voicemail fix-it.

The Choice by authoressnebula (authoressjean)

(this author has other early seasons sam&dean stuff)

One gun. One bullet. It's up to Sam and Dean to decide who will shoot the bullet…and who will die.

it’s not that i think i’m good, i know i’m evil by redskyatmorning

(author has good later seasons Sam stuff as well)

The conversation that leads up to Sam ending up in the panic room, again, to detox from demon blood.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, and Quite Forget by Lise

You've seen isolation before, but not like this. It's not quite another hemisphere, but it's close enough.

Catharsis by BlueIris08

Sam copes with learning of Dean's promise to John in the classic Winchester way--with alcohol. Or, the drunken, angsty post-Croatoan/Hunted scene that didn't happen.

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right by WilsonTheMoose

In which Sam gets beaten up (rookie), Dean mentions the voicemail (idiot), and nothing really changes (figures). Fits into the first episode of season 5. For an anonymous prompt on tumblr asking for Dean hitting Sam in the earlier seasons. This is not quite what you wanted anon, sorry.

yeah, well, i don't want to by AreYouReady

He didn't do it on purpose. / Dean sabotages Jess's warding in pilot

Comets, Stars, Haunted Houses, and Other Things Best Observed from a Hundred Million Miles Away by occasionallyalways

See also: violent deaths; apologies; lightning. Or; Something happened in the panic room. Something went wrong. Dean finds out six years later.

sambrady

One to Save You by sp8ce

If Brady needs Sam, he'll be there immediately.

The Piece You're Missing by sp8ce

Brady can't seem to figure out why Sam won't give up on him. They have a conversation where he tries to dissect and understand why.

Out by TheMightiestPen (also sam&dean)

A god-possessed witch reveals a secret that Sam’s been keeping for a long time. The brothers handle it like mature, well-adjusted adults, for once.

sastiel

Grace (made perfect in weakness) by Sidewoundcore (CherryHollow)

After he is freed from the panic room, Castiel, rather than Ruby, is the first person to find Sam. In the end, it changes nothing at all.

atrophy & other stories by saintsurvivor

early seasons sastiel that is sam centric

Monster by Ginipig (voicemail fic so mostly sam&dean)

After everything that happened between him and Dean with the breaking of the final seal, Sam is having trouble moving on. Dean's weird, sort-of helpful angel friend wants to know why.

Not that it's any of his damned business.

Comfort by Never_x_Better

Sam's being tormented by Lucifer and Castiel just wants to help him. Nightmares, blood addiction, hallucinations, and fluff ends up leading the two friends down an interesting path.

Wishing Is Cold This Year by Lise

Dean has his head rather determinedly up his ass, so it falls to Castiel to take this one. Post 5.03ish.

what did you bury / before those hands pulled me from the earth? by starlightswait

It’s the strangest thing. Sam’s in the Cage. And then he’s not.

(technically post kripke but it's my favourite sastiel <;3)

Ruby Red by sp8ce (also samruby but I don't read or write a lot of samruby)

An exploration of Sam and consuming blood. This work has Sam reminiscing on Ruby. He then has more blood forced upon him by some hunters who think they can purify him. (can be read standalone or in series)

#fic rec #fanfiction #writing #sam winchester #sammy #spn #supernatural #fic #incoherents #wow that took hours. making rec lists is a time warp #also there are some of my beautiful mutuals who write beautiful later seasons fic. if i didn't include you it's cause I'm focusing earlier

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deancasbigbang · 7 months

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Title: Any Way That You Want Me

Author: nhpw

Artist: LeafZelindor

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Background Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore Previous Castiel/Balthazar

Length: 25128

Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Mpreg Alpha Castiel Omega Dean Winchester Unsafe Sex Practices Pregnant Dean Winchester Angst and Fluff Castiel and Dean Winchester Need To Use Their Words John Winchester's A+ Parenting Happily Ever After

Posting Date: October 5, 2023

Summary: Dean, a hyper-independent omega, meets alpha Professor Castiel at a bar on a Wednesday in September, and they come together for one night of passion. And that's it. That's all. That's the end. Or maybe it's the beginning. Maybe Dean was right on the edge of his heat, and maybe they weren't as careful as they should have been, and maybe Castiel teaches at the very same school where Sam Winchester is a high school senior, who just wants his brother to be happy.

Excerpt: Dean is halfway through his burger, and his rumbling stomach has quieted, when he sets the sandwich down and finishes chewing the bite in his mouth so he can speak. “Anyway, point is we’re here now.” He gestures vaguely to his growing belly. “And I thought I’d be going it alone, but that was… well, I guess I was wrong.” There. He’d said the word. His shoulders felt lighter already. “So you wanna… I dunno. Make dates out of doctors’ appointments? Set up a custody arrangement?” Castiel laughs softly, and he has a much easier time setting his food aside than Dean did. “I want those things very much,” he confesses, and Dean can’t help noticing an adorable blush creeping into the alpha’s cheeks. “More than that, though, if you’ll let me, I…” There’s a heavy pause. Dean looks down, grabs two french fries, and puts them in his mouth while he waits. “I didn’t want to wake up alone that morning.” Ouch. “And the past five months have been just… lonely and empty. Like something was missing from my life that was supposed to be there.” Dean probably looks like an owl at this point, all wide eyes and frozen face, but he can’t think of anything to say. He slowly feeds himself a fry. “I want to date you, if you’ll let me, Dean. I want to– I know we didn’t plan on this, but I would really like to date you.” “I mean I said– you know, doctors’ appointments and–” There’s that chuckle again, warm and soft. Dean wants to curl up inside it. “Yes that, but I want… to date you. Like this, but… nicer. Candlelight dinners, walks on the beach…” “We live in Kansas, dude.” “On the prairie, then. Or downtown. Dinner and a movie, let’s start with that. And yes, doctor’s appointments, and let’s buy a stroller, and register at Target, and–” Dean holds up a hand, and the alpha halts, eyes going wide. “I’m– sorry. I’ve just never been a dad before.” And that, at least, is something they can start from. Dean smiles as he feels a flutter in his belly. He picks up his burger. “Yeah. Me neither.”

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

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hoziernaturalevents · 10 months

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Swan Upon Leda

Hozier song: Swan Upon Leda

Author: @kelsstiel

Artist: @marvfortytwo

Beta Reader: @deaniewithalittleweanie

Main Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - Hospital, Alternating POV, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, grief, Gay Castiel, Bisexual Dean Winchester, American Politics, (minor discussions of)

Summary: Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean’s work life gets increasingly complicated between a particularly devastating patient loss and threats of lawsuits, he’s worried about how that will impact Cas and the tenuous legal threads binding him to Jack.

#HMSB 23 #Hoziernatural #Hoziernatural Multi-Ship Bang #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Jack Kline #Destiel #Destiel fic #Destiel art #Sam/Jess #Supernatural #kelsstiel #marvfortytwo #deaniewiththalittleweanie

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wweasleyhp · 3 months

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Molly Weasley II's Life

Molly Weasley II is a dorky person, she is socially awkward and gets nervous in social situations, this caused her to not have many friends during her Hogwarts years. Although dorky, Molly is a very sweet person, she cares about others and is always very gentle. She is also quite funny and cracks jokes from time to time. Because of her dorkiness, many Hogwarts students saw her as foolish however this is not the case as she is quite clever and had high grades at Hogwarts.

Molly was sorted into Gryffindor during her time at Hogwarts and her best friend was Jessica Finnigan, a fellow Gryffindor. After she graduated, she became an Auror.

Molly fell in love with a muggle, Sebastian Moore. She met him at a muggle restaurant, he was a waiter there. They started dating in 2032 (at the age of 31). Then, Sebastian proposed to her at a library and they got married in 2034.

The couple bought a home in Hampstead, London. They don't have any children.

#harry potter #harry potter next generation #molly weasley ii

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 1 year

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To The Victor Chapter Three - Can't Be Claimed

Summary: Although Omegas had won the legal battle for equal rights, society was slow to catch up. Thought to be the weakest of the genders, they struggled to find opportunities that Alphas and Betas took for granted. Known as the Guillotine, Emmaline Beaumont was woman with a secret. Head of her family’s company; she was smart, shrewd, and tough as nails. At sixteen she presented as Omega and she’s hidden it ever since. Suppressants and hormone reassignment therapy allowed her to live her life as the Alpha her family needed her to be. The perfect solution, so long as she never allowed herself to be claimed. As the President of Winchester Inc. Dean’s professional life was golden. As an unmated Alpha nearing forty, he was restless. Charming and devastatingly handsome, Dean was rarely without female company, but he wanted more. He wanted what his parents had. Someone made especially for him. His match, his true mate. Finding her on a trip to New York had been an unexpected dream come true, but no one ever said the road to love was easy.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills

Warnings: ABO dynamics, Heat/Rut cycles, Smut (Unprotected sex, knotting, oral sex, claiming bites), hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals and medical talk, fluff and angst, age difference (Dean is 39, OFC is 27), True mates, self hate (OFC struggles with gender)

Chapter Three: Can't Be Claimed

Word Count: 3348

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The twenty minutes it took for help to arrive were nothing short of agony for Dean. He kept Emma cradled close. Whispering sweet words of encouragement in her ear, telling her to hold on, that help was on the way. She never responded, but he had to believe that she could hear him or at least knew he was there. That he wasn’t leaving her. That he was going to take care of her.

God, she’s so cold!

Dean tugged the blankets closer around the two of them and rubbed her arms roughly, desperate to infuse every ounce of his own heat to her chilled flesh. Give her his strength. Surround her with his scent. In his mind, he kept going over the conversation with Emma’s sister.

Emma can’t be claimed. Family doctor treating her since childhood.

Just what the hell did that mean? If it hadn’t been for the insistent tone in Jess’ voice, Dean would have called 911 instead. As it was, he was doubting his decision.

He pressed a kiss to Emma’s temple, “Keep fighting sweetheart, I’m right here.”

The door to the suite opened without so much as a knock of warning and a short, slight man entered. He wore a slim black suit and tie with a matching fedora pulled down over dark hair. His unsmiling face was sharply featured with beady eyes and a crooked, hawk-like nose. Everything about him was severe and unpleasant. The expression he wore was a mix of displeasure and annoyance. Going by the classic leather satchel in his hand, this man must be the family doctor.

Dean shifted Emma’s unconscious body off his chest and stood, “You the doctor?”

The man removed his hat and placed it on the table along with his bag, “I am Doctor Lancaster, and you are the Alpha who caused all the trouble.” He never spared Dean a glance as he rifled through his bag. His tone suggested an absolute disgust with the situation.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t appreciate being judged by a gargoyle in cheap mortician’s suit. Especially not when his mate’s life was hanging by a thread. “Yup, that’s me. So, are you able to help her?”

Lancaster moved over his patient with efficiency. After he took a few vitals, he drew out a vial and syringe from his bag of tricks. “I believe so, it was a good thing you called when you did. Another hour and she’d be dead.” He swiped an alcohol swab over the crook of Emma’s elbow and administered a hefty dose of the drug.

“What are you giving her?”

“Botox.”

The Alpha didn’t appreciate the sarcasm. He let out a low, menacing growl and clenched his jaw so that the muscle there twitched.

The doctor was equally unimpressed with the show of aggression. “It’s a combination of adrenaline, beta blockers and hormone booster.”

Dean frowned as he realized the implication, “She was on suppressants?”

“Ah! An Alpha with a brain! Nice to know at least one of you rutting beasts can think with something other than your nether regions.” Lancaster checked Emma’s pulse one last time. With a satisfied nod, he shut his bag and stood.

“Your Omega is going to be fine. Her temperature is already rising, and her heat cycle will now continue as normal.” The doctor gave Dean an appraising once over. “Judging by your own state, I’d say you are already aware of that.”

Dean was loathed to admit this quack was right about anything. The cavalier way he was treating a medical emergency should have him barred from practicing medicine anywhere in the civilized world. The fact that the emergency was his mate, made Dean want to rip the man’s throat out on principle alone. Yet, the little troll had done something right, because he could now pick up Emma’s scent. It was intoxicating, and stronger than it had ever been. Apple orchards and magnolia blossoms, it made his mouth water. His rut, that had been threatening since meeting Emma was now in full swing. His thoughts were quickly giving way to is Alpha instincts; protect, care for, and knot his mate.

Lancaster already had his hand on the door, knowing his presence wouldn’t be tolerated by a rutting Alpha for much longer. “She’ll wake in a couple of hours. When she does, the best treatment for her, is you.”

It was the faint, high pitched whine that finally pulled Emma from her dreamless sleep. She felt warm and secure. That lovely scent of sun-warmed cedar forest tickled her nose and she sighed in contentment, snuggling towards it.

“’Mega?”

The worry edged fear in that deep voice had her frowning before she even opened her eyes. When she did, Dean’s face was mere inches from hers, his handsome features tight with stress. The anxiety that rolled off him in waves made her heart clench. He was terrified.

She brought her hand out from under the nest of blankets and threaded it through Dean’s hair, “Alpha.”

Dean crushed her to his chest, his whole body trembled, weak with relief. After that wretched doctor left, Dean had ridded them both of their clothes and bundled them up under a mountain of blankets. He kept their bodies pressed as closely together as possible, his instincts telling him skin to skin contact was crucial to his Omega’s recovery. A warm, safe nest for just the two of them where he could protect her and look after her properly.

He scented her deeply, desperate to drown himself in the sweet fragrance. “Thank God,” he murmured over and over again.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m alright,” she soothed, brushing kisses against his forehead. She held him tight as he shook in her arms. A virile, strong Alpha like him wouldn’t be scared by much, and that told her all she needed to know about how critical things had gotten.

He had taken care of her, gotten her help and no doubt saved her life. Now it was her turn to take care of him, “I’ve got you; I’m right here.”

He kissed her roughly, stealing her words along with her breath. Desperation and urgency in every heated pass of his mouth over hers. His hands groped her aggressively, pawing at any bit of softness he could find. It took him several minutes to regain his control. He abruptly pulled away, panting for composure he would not easily grasp.

“I’m sorry… sorry.” He let his forehead fall against hers as his chest heaved. His voice was low and hoarse. “You need rest.”

Emma studied Dean’s pinched features. The tension coiled uncomfortably, barely contained, under the surface, sweat dotted his skin and his rock-hard length twitched between them. His eyes were nearly black, overtaken by the hormones and lust ravaging his system. This whole mess had triggered his rut, God knows how long he had been suffering with it while she was unconscious. The added worry that his mate was dying had made it nearly unbearable.

Her heart broke for him then and with it came guilt. This whole thing was her fault. She knew the consequences of doing anything with an Alpha while she was still taking the treatments. It was reckless and irresponsible and unforgivably selfish.

She cupped the side of his face, gently brushing her thumb over the ridge of his cheekbone. He closed his eyes and leaned into her soothing touch. “I don’t need rest. I only need you.”

“No,” he muttered, trying to ignore the urges running through him. “I’m rough. Too rough. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

She continued to stroke his face, calming and soothing. “You won’t hurt me, I’m your Omega. And your Omega is a strong Omega.”

Dean mustered up a final ounce of control and looked into her deep, blue eyes. The comfort and consent he saw there eased the tightness in his chest. “’Mega mine.”

“Yours.” Emma confirmed softly and brushed her lips feather-light over his, “Mate now. Rest later.”

It lasted five days in total. Each of them seamlessly providing what the other needed most. Alpha and Omega. Balanced. Each a perfect counterpoint to the other. They relished in the joy of being together. Every experience was exciting and new, every touch satisfied in ways that surprised. Very few words were spoken, their connection was so strong that it over-rode the need to talk. That knowing, that deep down in the soul kind of certainty was staggering. The intimacy of their bond was deeper and more complex than either of them had ever known.

Now that their respective heat and rut cycles had ended, they were left with the rather mundane task of how to weave their lives together. These were the boring, yet very necessary details of the real world. The world outside of cozy one they’d created within the confines of the hotel suite. Neither of them were particularly excited at the prospect.

“So, going by this hotel room we’ve been honeymooning in, I’m guessing you’re not a New Yorker.”

Dean caught her gaze in the mirror as he deftly buttoned up the crisp, white dress shirt and smiled. Even her reflection caused his stomach to flip over. “Nope, Chicago. Born and bred. You?”

“Manhattan.”

“You ever been to the windy city?”

“A couple of times,” she shrugged, tucking her legs up demurely under her backside. “It’s not bad for fly-over country.”

“Fly-over country?” Dean scoffed, “Chicago is in the heartland, the Midwest. Everything a big city has to offer with access to wide open spaces. Way better than this uptight sand bar.”

“Is that so? Then what’s a guy like you doing slumming it around the boroughs? Cruising for a mate?”

“Nah, I just got lucky.” Dean plopped down to sit beside her on the bed and kissed her loudly. “I travel a lot for work. I’m in New York once a month or so.”

“Will you come back more now?” She asked hopefully, the thought of only seeing him once a month had her heart twisting.

“Well, I thought that you’d come back with me. You know, live with me in Chicago.” Seeing her face fall, he rushed to reassure her, hoping that he wasn’t bungling things too much. “I’m sure you will need some time to get things tied up here, but I want you with me ‘Mega. And we can come back as often as you like.”

“Why don’t you move here with me?”

Dean nearly scoffed, but the earnest look in her eyes suggested a softer approach might be better. “Sweetheart, my business is in Chicago. I make a good living, an excellent living actually. I have an apartment there along with some property in the country. I’ll take good care of you; you won’t have to worry about anything ever again.”

She raised her chin to look Dean square in the eye, “My business is in New York. I make an excellent living and I own a beautiful Brownstone on the upper east side. I don’t have a country cottage, but I’m willing to work that into our negotiations.”

“Negotiations?!” He sat back with a laugh, “You are something else, you know that? Omegas don’t negotiate living arrangements with their Alphas.”

She leveled her gaze, “Yours does.”

His mate wasn’t one to give in easily, and he loved that about her. Her spirit. Her fight. She challenged him, made him earn her submission. Made him prove he was worthy of her. He was happy to oblige her.

He leaned in close, his mouth centimeters from hers but not touching. He ghosted over, getting tantalizingly close but never making contact. Catching on, she let him edge her backwards on the bed. It was one of those games teenagers play, like there’s an invisible barrier around their bodies that allow them to get close but never touch. They moved in tandem, he filled up space she had occupied only moments before. She retreated as he advanced.

Dean’s movements were sleek and slow, like a panther. He never stopped his progression, never broke contact with her gaze. He watched with hooded eyes as the glint of rebellion gave over to something softer.

He hovered over her body only a hair’s breadth away, his grin was predatory, “Lucky for you, I’m an expert negotiator.”

Emma struggled to keep her thoughts orderly. It was growing increasingly difficult as her mate hovered above her. His scent surrounded her, his arms and legs caging her in. He was everywhere and she could feel herself start to float on that heady, seductive cloud. She couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her lips. Nowhere in the whole world felt as good, as right, as being with him.

It wasn’t until he saw her eyes flutter shut that he broke that invisible barrier between them. His nose brushed the claiming mark and inhaled deeply before moving on to the spot just behind her ear. It was one of her favorites and he had discovered just how sensitive it was over the past few days.

When he nuzzled her then nipped, she moaned and brought her fingers up to comb through his hair still damp from the shower. “Mmm… you make a valid point.”

He chuckled as he continued his assault. Moving down the graceful column of her neck, he sampled silky skin.

“I have an idea,” she said as Dean made his way to the zipper of her hoodie and started to ease it down. When he didn’t reply but moved his fingers moved to her waistband, she gave a sharp tug on the short hairs at the base of his skull.

“Agh!” He grunted as she wiggled out from under him. With a pained sigh and a semi hard erection, he propped himself up on one elbow. “Better watch it, Sweetheart. You know I like it rough.”

Emma sat up, regal as a queen. Determined to get back to business. “I think we should date.”

“Date,” he repeated. “We’re mated. We’ve spent the last five days claiming each other in every way possible. Don’t you think we’re a little past the dating phase?”

A worried frown creased her brow, “You don’t want to date me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I know it’s a little… backwards, but so what? Why should we do things the way other people do?” She gave a shy smile as she appealed to him. “I want to get to know you.”

He sat himself up completely and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “We are going to spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other.”

He instead of reassuring her, he felt her pull away. He felt like kicking himself, somehow, he’d managed to say something wrong. He crooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. There was disappointment there, “It means that much to you?”

“Well, I thought it would be fun and I… I’ve never dated before. Not really, anyway.” She replied, struggling to keep embarrassment from coloring her voice.

Dean couldn’t help being surprised. Shocked. She was a beautiful woman, stunning actually. He had no doubt that his pretty little Omega had turned heads from an early age. She was so smart and fun and sexy, it seemed impossible that no one had ever tried to date her. Although the very thought had his possessive Alpha jealousy flaring.

“Never? No boyfriend ever?”

She shook her head and bit her lip. One of her more noticeable nervous tells. “No, not really. I mean, I’ve gone on a few dates but there was never anyone special.”

“Does this have to do with those black-market suppressants you were taking?”

“They weren’t black-market,” she countered, “I wasn’t getting shot up in back alleys, I was under a doctor’s care.”

“Oh, you mean that gargoyle that showed up? That guy was a dick, he had the bedside manner of a cab driver!”

“What he lacks in congeniality he makes up for in discretion.” Emma crossed her arms over her chest defensively. She wasn’t accustomed to defending her actions to anyone, especially regarding her presentation treatments. It was a well-guarded family secret, discussing it with anyone else made her very uneasy. Even if that person was her Alpha, the one person meant to protect her.

“Being an Omega is nothing but a liability, it’s a weakness. This city is full of Alphas who think they can drag me back to their cave by my ponytail. Or boss me around because the world order says they should be in charge of everything!”

Frustrated, she blinked back the stinging in her eyes. Tears that threatened to fall only seemed to undermine her point. Usually, she had a tight rein on her emotions but ever since being claimed, they refused to stay where she put them. They were like a storm she was constantly trying to keep from breaking through.

“I just wanted to live my life without having to worry that my presentation would get me overlooked for a promotion or kidnapped by a rut-crazed Alpha.”

Dean hated the fear and stress he felt from her. Her eyes bright with unshed tears. He knew the world wasn’t an easy place for Omegas. Emma certainly wasn’t alone in her feelings on the matter and many others had taken the same route. Suppressants and scent blockers were a common and safe method for most people who wanted a bit of anonymity.

“You’re right,” he said with a sigh, taking both of her hands in his. Reveling in how delicate they seemed compared to his. How easily they could be bruised or broken. “There’s nothing wrong with Omegas using suppressants. Hell, if I were in your shoes, I’d probably do the same thing. It’s just that reaction you had, you were so cold. I thought I was going to lose you. I’ve never been that scared. And then that creepy doctor… acting like he didn’t care if you lived or died. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.”

Emma leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. “I know. I’m sorry Dean, it’s my fault. I knew better, I just got caught up. And then when my heat started, I couldn’t think straight.”

“It’s understandable. I did kind of sweep you off your feet.”

“You did,” she smiled softly. “That’s why I had only been with Betas before.”

Dean pulled back and looked at her with curiosity, “So you’ve never been with an Alpha before me?”

“No.”

His grin was instant and cocky as his chest puffed out. “Good.”

She rolled her eyes, “Shut up.”

He laughed and pulled her onto his lap, tucking her head under his chin. She fit there so perfectly; Dean knew he would never grow tired of holding her. Leaving New York without her, would likely be one of the hardest things he would ever do. He took a deep inhale of her sweet scent and groaned. “Okay Sweetheart, you win. Let’s date.”

Emma drew back and looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Hell, why not!”

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with such enthusiasm that he nearly toppled backwards. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Just you wait,” he muttered through their joined lips, “I’ve got all kinds of romantic cards up my sleeve.”

When her face lit up Dean felt his heart swell. Yeah, being separated for any amount of time would be torture, but worth it if it made her so happy.

She eyed him with suspicion. “You aren’t just giving me my way because I cried, are you?”

“I hate seeing you cry, but no. You made a valid point. It’ll take us time to get everything figured out, why not have some fun while we’re at it?”

The dimple in her left cheek appeared and her eyes sparkled with the smile that bloomed. She was practically glowing with excitement and hope. Shining like the sun, the new center of his universe. His whole future held in his arms.

#alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!dean winchester #a/b/o #jensen ackles #jensen x reader #jensen x y/n #Jensen x ofc #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #Dean x ofc #a/b/o smut #spn fic #supernatural #To The Victor

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Jack time travel fic idea

Mirroring Dean's speech to Mary in 12x01

DEAN (breathing heavily) Mom. Listen to me. Your name – your name is Mary Sandra Campbell, okay? You were born December 5, 1954, to Samuel and Deanna Campbell. Your father, he bounced around a lot for, uh, work, and you bounced right along with him, and you ended up in Lawrence, Kansas. MARY: How do you know all that? DEAN: Dad told me. March 23, 1972, you walked out of a movie theater – Slaughterhouse-Five. You loved it, and you bumped into a big Marine and you knocked him flat on his ass. You were embarrassed, and he laughed it off, said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee. So, you went to, uh, Mulroney's and you talked and he was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed. That was the night that – that you met – MARY: John Winchester. DEAN: August 19, 1975, you were married... in Reno. Your idea. A few years later, I came along, then Sammy.

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Jack to Dean:

I know you don't trust me, but listen. You were born on January 24, 1979 to John and Mary Winchester. You say you're an Aquarius who likes long walks on the beach, but the truth is you really hate sand.

Your dad raised you in The Life, on the road with Sam. When you were 16, you got arrested for stealing and spent time in a boys' home. You loved it there.

You've had a gun in your hands for as long as you can remember, but what you really wanted to be was a fireman, a mechanic, maybe a rock star. Your favorite song is a tie between "Ramble On" and "Traveling Riverside Blues," and you always say that all music made after 1979 sucks. You've seen the "Untouchables" over fifty times and probably "The Lost Boys" even more than that.

You know 101 ways to make mac and cheese, and you don't know it yet, but you make the best Mexican Rotel casserole.

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Jack to Cas:

I'm Jack Kline. I'm your...your...well. It doesn't matter who I am. Just know that I...I care about you. A lot.

Your name's Castiel. You're old. At least 4.543 billion years old, but you always say being an angel is like being old and young at the same time.

You’ve been a soldier as long as you can remember. Whenever you disagreed with your mission, Heaven tortured you. Gruesomely. You told me once that it felt like how the fish looked when it got blendered in Deuce Bigalow, Male Gigolo.

You know you caused the eruption of Mount Vesuvius and defeated the Romans at The Battle of Cannae. Sometimes, you were summoned to slaughter entire armies. Other times, it was to carry out genocide against all the children of the land.

You were there during the Great Flood, and when Gabriel led the slaughter of the Nephilim and their families. You told me once that you're terrified you've had human allies before. You're scared that you'll forget us, and your life will go back to how it was before, an endless cycle of war and death.

You raised Dean Winchester to Earth on September 18, 2008. That's why you decided to rebel again, maybe even for the last time.

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Jack to Sam:

Your name's Sam Winchester. You were born cursed. May 2, 1983. Six months later, on November 2, Azazel infected you.

You felt that burden your whole life.

Your dad trained you to be a soldier, but your brother Dean was the one to raise and protect you. You spent most of your life hopping from one hotel to the next. It was crusty and horrible and you never felt like you belonged anywhere.

But you studied hard and got a scholarship to become a lawyer at the Harvard. There, you fell in love with the most beautiful girl, Jessica Moore...but then, Azazel came after her, too.

You'd never admit it to Dean, but after that, "My Heart Will Go On" by Celene Dion got you through some of the worst moments of your life.

You--you were the first one who told me that I could be good.

///

To Bobby:

"You dressed me like you! I like how you-you dresses better than the you that I knew. Not that I knew you. You were dead before I was born."

///

Bobby's face: 🤨

How Bobby dresses Jack:

#jack kline #time travel fic ideas #jack & sam & dean & cas

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 2 months

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You Can Be My Bad Habit

You Can Be My Bad Habit https://ift.tt/7ECFMrN by Celestial_Desiderium Dean is a struggling EMT with a younger brother in college, a recovering alcoholic father, and a best friend who he’s secretly in love with. With family problems that would make a social worker cringe, Dean is no stranger to his fair share of breakdowns. One night, Dean drinks himself into unconsciousness after having a fight with his father. He wakes up in the care of his best friend, Castiel, who also happens to be a doctor. Somehow he ends up at Castiel’s house under his medical watch and stumbles upon something that could completely change the dynamic of their friendship forever. Or, Cas introduces Dean to the world of BDSM by starting a platonic D/s relationship. Oh, and eventually they learn to use their words. Words: 1165, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Benny Lafitte, Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Bartholomew (Supernatural), Cassie Robinson Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Past Cassie Robinson/Dean Winchester - Relationship, Mentioned Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Past Bartholomew/Castiel (Supernatural) - Relationship Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV Dean Winchester, POV Castiel (Supernatural), Miscommunication, BDSM, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Switching, not a lot, John Winchester’s A+ parenting, Abusive John Winchester, Needy Bottom Dean Winchester, Gentle Dom Castiel (Supernatural), Spanking, Praise Kink, Panty Kink, Supportive Sam Winchester, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, Slow Burn, Doctor Castiel (Supernatural), EMT Dean Winchester, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Idiots in Love, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dean Winchester Has ADHD, Subdrop, Domdrop, Rimming, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Not Beta Read, Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/tigxMjO March 04, 2024 at 12:40PM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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carhengeapocalypse · 2 months

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an incomplete list of characters that were oNly In OnE ePIsoDe of supernatural that people manage to care about anyway

Emma

Inias

Ishim

Gilda

Dorothy

Hael

Hester

real-ass Jessica Moore (the others were all dream versions)

Cassie Robinson

Rhonda Hurley

Jesse the antichrist

Sonny

#supernatural #just some bullshit for definitely no reason #feel free to add more. i got stuck #but like why are people mad about some of us liking some of these characters #but every fuckin body and their mom saw inias in the bg for 3 min and went oh that's cas's ex in the fic i'm writing and no one complains?

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ladylilithprime · 2 months

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Untangling the Heart

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: past Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore, pre-slash Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canonical Character Death, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hair Brushing, Faerie Culture, Discussions of Balancing Debt, Ethics of Accepting Intimacy Under Contract

Summary: Routines took time to develop, whether by choice or by accident, but they always had one point where it began.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 17: Pleasure

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ROUTINES FORM THROUGH repetition of an action, sequence of actions, or events that occur more than once by deliberate design, becoming commonplace and familiar, even comforting. To become a routine, however, there must first be an impetus, a starting moment when the act or event is introduced as a potential variable. Some routines were more deliberate than others, such as establishing a routine of brushing your teeth in the morning and again in the evening. Others tended to happen more by accident of circumstance, such as taking a shower immediately upon coming home from a fourteen-hour shift at a cafe one happened to own-- a necessity during the early years when one had a very young child and was still feeling one's way through single fatherhood while also being determined to do better than one's older brother.

In the week following the sealing of the bargain between Sam and the Novak brothers, the normal routines began to shift a bit even as others began to crop up. Learning to live together, even for only a week, required some careful negotiations around the establishing of and unavoidable infringement on personal boundaries. Sam still showered immediately upon coming home, but Jimmy and Cas preferred to shower after dinner once Jack had gotten his own bath and been put to bed. Jimmy had also taken over cooking since he and Cas couldn't safely eat Sam's cooking the way Jack could as a selkie. This left Cas to either help Jimmy in the kitchen or entertain Jack, both of which he excelled at.

It was therefore something of a surprise when, just after getting out of the shower, Sam heard a cautious knock on the door to his bedroom. It was heavier and more hesitant than Jack's usual knock, so Sam checked that his limited glamor was still up, then dropped the towel from his hair and slung it around his waist before calling out, "Come in!"

The door opened and a Novak cautiously poked his head around the edge of the door, eyes on the carpet. Sam thought it might have been Cas, and this was born out when he said, "Jimmy would like to inquire about the viability of addendums to the grocery list posted on your refrigerator."

"Of course, either of you may add or request alterations to anything on the list," Sam said, nodding even though Cas had not looked up. He hesitated a moment, then added, "If you have particular favorites or something we usually have causes sensory or allergy problems for you, please do let me know. Grocery day is usually on Fridays."

It was Thursday.

Cas nodded, but didn't immediately withdraw. He seemed to be thinking about something, and Sam let him be, absently reaching up to his hair to start working the tangles free with his fingers until he could get ahold of his comb. He probably ought to put on pants as well, since humans tended to be a bit funny about nudity, even partial nudity, and it was possible that Cas was keeping his eyes down for more reasons than just his already admitted aversion to eye contact.

"Thank you," Cas said abruptly. Sam stiffened, feeling the weight behind the words, the acknowledgement of Debt , but Cas was apparently not done. "What you have done... what you are doing for me and for Jimmy, it's bigger than just hospitality, even within the bounds of our bargain. There's trust involved, leaving us alone with your son and telling us of his nature when warning us against alarm if he wanders around as a seal. And offering to take our favorite foods into account in your grocery shopping, when just asking after those foods that cause us problems would be enough to see to our safety and fitness to work for you. The equivalency is off. So thank you. Jimmy can best repay your service to us through his skill at cooking and in engaging Jack. Please let me know if I can do something more for you in return."

Silence fell as Sam struggled to formulate a response to such an unexpected declaration. He supposed he could deny the debt, but he had a feeling that Cas would argue with him and the way he had laid out his reasoning for claiming an imbalance had Sam unsure if he would be able to win that argument. But to accept anything further from the man also felt... uncomfortable, particularly after Cas had clarified that he was the only one offering more. Because he felt that he could not equal his brother with cooking or entertaining Jack? Cas was certainly more reserved than Jimmy, or perhaps simply less prone to pretending a social ease he didn't feel.

And Sam was standing there, speechless and with wet hair, in nothing but a towel.

"...Could you please hand me my pants?" Sam said at length after a long moment of silent floundering. "They, uh, they're hanging from a hook on the door you're holding."

"Oh!" Cas startled, and Sam caught a glimpse of blue as his still-averted eyes went wide. He averted his own eyes and turned his head to study the wet strands of hair tangled around his fingers as the door swung further open and he heard the rustle of fabric and the shuffle of steps as Cas entered the room more fully and approached with the blue plaid lounge pants from the back of the bedroom door. He stopped a couple feet away and held out the pants within Sam's line of sight. "They're very soft."

"They're flannel," Sam murmured, a little inanely. He freed his hand from his hair, the other one still holding up the towel, and took the pants carefully, fumbling a bit to get a good grip on the front of the waistband so he could step into them and pull them up without letting the towel drop. "They're a bit much to sleep in, especially in summer, but not many fabrics match them for comfort and softness."

Cas made a quiet sound in the back of his throat that would have been a perfectly neutral hum of acknowledgement if it had not sounded just the slightest bit strangled. Sam risked a glance up towards the young man's face and caught the flush of heat pinkening his cheeks as his eyes seemed to linger on...

...Sam's own bare chest.

Oh...

Well. That was both flattering and entirely too tempting a thought. Sam wasn't precisely the horndog that his older brother was reputed to be, but he wasn't chaste, and his last dalliance of any substance was mutually ended a year and a half before Jack was born. He had been through longer "dry spells", of course, but... well, he was also just as weak to beautiful things as any of his faerie kin, and the Novak brothers were very, very beautiful men. It would be easy, as easy as letting the towel slip a fraction of a second too soon to properly conceal himself, as a tilt of his head and a brush of fingers....

Sam gripped the towel more firmly and kept it in place as he situated the lounge pants beneath it before tugging it free of his hips and returning the terrycloth to drying his hair. It would be easy, and it would be wrong to make such a move so soon after Cas had acknowledged a debt between them. That was not a payment he could accept, nor was it a pleasure he could even so much as suggest as long as there was debt between them. He would have to think of something else and hope that Cas had not noticed his distraction or guessed at the direction of his thoughts.

Whether he did or not, at least Cas didn't say one way or the other. He didn't say anything at all for a long moment, and neither did he leave, until he said abruptly, "Would you accept assistance with your hair?"

Human, Sam reminded himself, even as something in his chest tightened sharply. Cas couldn't know what it meant to a faerie to allow someone else to help tend their hair, the trust and familiarity granted only to close family... or lovers. He risked a sharp glance in Cas's direction and was surprised to see the human looking directly at him. It was no wonder Cas avoided eye contact, because it felt like Sam was reading everything in his eyes, the fear and longing and aching vulnerability and, threaded through all of it, a tenuous thread of hope tied into the trembling little waver of a smile.

"There was a rusalka exchange student in the drama department at college," he said, shaking from the effort to keep eye contact. "She handed me a comb one day and told me if I pulled her hair out she'd drown me."

Well. Maybe he understood a bit of the trust involved after all.

"I'll dig out my comb while you let your brother know what I said about the grocery list," Sam said at length, and had the pleasure of seeing the way Cas's face lit up with joy at the implied agreement to his offer.

He watched as Cas darted out of the bedroom, presumably to go and speak to Jimmy, and made himself breathe. The last person besides him to touch his hair had been Jess, and that loss was a wound on his heart that still ached even two hundred and sixty-three years later. None of his relationships since had been close enough to allow such an intimacy, though he had done his best to honor her final wishes that he not close himself off for mourning her. If he was honest, he rather thought she might have liked Cas and Jimmy, had she survived the fever that had taken her and accepted his bond the way she had accepted his hand and ring.

If he was honest, he rather missed the feeling of another person's hands in his hair.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Sam found first a shirt and then the comb. By the time Cas returned, he had managed to towel dry most of his hair himself and was settled on the edge of the bed with space behind him for Cas to sit. If there was a slight tingle that passed between his fingertips and Cas's along with the comb, well, he kept that to himself and Cas made no mention of it. And Cas was, as promised, good enough with hair with his delicate touch and attention to detail that even a tempermental rusalka would approve.

Perhaps he wouldn't mind this happening again.

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #pre-slash sastimmy #past sam/jess #urban fantasy au

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