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atc74 · 4 years

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Magical Mystery Ride

Square(s) Filled: A/B/O for @spngenrebingo and Free Space for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo I used “Love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”

Warnings: Angst, Possessive!Omega, scenting, knotting, worried, sweet, fluffy Alpha!Jensen

Summary: When Y/N surprises her Alpha at work, she reacts unfavorably to his new assistant, but Jensen takes it all in stride, trying to understand.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3681

Written for: @spngenrebingo, @as-the-saying-goes-bingo and for @katierpblogg and this request she sent in for my 1K notes celebration: Hii! Did I make it? Can i have “You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!” with Jensen please!?! ❤❤❤❤ And also for @maddiepants: Jensen x “Only if you promise.” I hope you both love this!

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches and @evansrogerskitten, thank you both so much for your feeback, support, guidance, and most importantly, your friendship.

A/N: This officially pushes me past my post goal for the year of 150,000 words and I think it turned out really great. I am still getting the hang of writing the A/B/O universe so thank you for your support and patience.

Curious about Jensen’s scent? Buy it here from @scentsfromthebunker! (note: I have described Jensen’s scent from my own imagination and it in no way reflects on the manufacturer’s creation).

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

With a wide smile on her face, Y/N pulled up to the security gate outside the studio. She knew Jensen had been working his fingers to the bone for an upcoming episode he was directing. He had been working sixteen hour days with barely enough time to eat and sleep. Y/N was a week away from her heat and was missing her mate. She decided to bring him lunch from his favorite restaurant.

“Afternoon, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Ackles know you’re coming today or you surprising him?” Barry, the day security guard, greeted her at the gate.

“It’s a surprise, Barry,” she whispered, the smile growing wider.

“Your secret is safe with me, Y/N,” Barry threw her a wink and opened the arm for her to pass through. She pulled into the nearest parking space and gathered the bags from the seat next to her. With food in one hand and the keys to Jensen’s trailer in the other, Y/N made her way to the row of trailers. Jensen had texted her letting her know they had returned to the studio from location scouting, and he was working on a fight scene before he met with the stunt coordinator.

Y/N reached to insert her key into the lock when she noticed the door wasn’t latched tight. She pulled and immediately heard a woman’s voice. The smell of Omega was overpowering and, so close to her heat, had Y/N’s knees buckling at the scent. With a loud bang, her knees hit the steel steps as she gripped the door to steady herself.

“Y/N?” Jensen’s voice boomed over her. “What happened?”

“I came to surprise you with lunch, but you’re clearly busy,” she managed, reluctantly allowing Jensen to pull her to her feet and pick up the bag she dropped.

“You brought me lunch from Pino’s?” He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling perfectly at the corners as he peered inside the bag. “Cannolis?”

“Um, yeah. Whatever, I have to go.” She turned to go, but his hand caught her wrist.

“Jay, is everything okay?” The sweet voice belonging to the overly sweet scent carried through the open door.

“Please stay. You’re upset about something. Talk to me,” Jensen pleaded, pulling her back up the stairs and into his trailer. “Y/N, this is my new assistant, Patty. Patty, this is Y/N, my mate.”

“Oh my gosh! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N! Jay talks about you all the time.” Patty rushed forward to shake hands, bringing her sweet vanilla and apple scent with her.

“Really? Funny, he never mentioned you,” Y/N snarled, suddenly feeling very possessive over her Alpha, and the look she gave him made it clear he needed to keep the strange Omega away from both of them.

“Uh, Patty, why don’t you take a break and get some lunch?” Jensen directed her toward the door. “I’ll meet you in the gym for the stunt set-up in 90 minutes.”

“Okie dokie, Jay. Bye, Y/N! It was so nice to meet you!” Patty gushed as she bounced down the steps of Jensen’s trailer.

“‘Okie dokie?’ Who says that anymore?” Y/N jeered, taking a seat at the island.

“Honey, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Jensen came to stand by her side. “This isn't like you.”

“What’s wrong? I’m a week away from my heat, you’re working 24/7 and our anniversary is in four days. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Jay. I come to surprise you at work only to find your trailer reeking of vanilla sugar whatever and perky Patty who seems to know everything about me, but you failed to mention your ‘new assistant’ to me, your mate,” Y/N ranted. “I wonder what could be wrong!”

“Hold on, Y/N, honey. You’re overreacting. Probably a side effect of your heat,” Jensen reasoned, only it didn’t sit well with Y/N, and he regretted the words the instant they left his mouth.

“Overreacting?” Y/N stood, throwing her arms in the air. “No fucking shit, Jay. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if the roles were reversed, and you found some young stud spreading his scent all over the place!”

“Would you give me a minute and let me explain?” Jensen took a cautious step toward her, his hands up in surrender. It was common knowledge that Alphas in or near a rut were dangerous. Omegas were less common, but no less dangerous near a heat if they felt threatened by another Omega near their mate.

“Enjoy your lunch, Jay,” Y/N ripped open the door, slamming it behind her. Despite the cool weather, sweat beaded on her upper lip, and her knees felt weak as she walked back to her car. She managed to get in and make the drive home, but no sooner was she exiting the car, did the first cramp hit her.

“Fucking perfect,” Y/N grumbled as she made it to the elevator, into their condo and stumbled into bed. The pain was early, but most likely brought on by the scent of another Omega near her Alpha that was considered a threat. Now that she was home, surrounded by familiar scents, the pain started to ebb, even if it was only slightly.

The sky was dark when she opened her eyes, realizing she must have dozed off. Looking at the clock, she realized it was almost six in the evening and her stomach rumbled, reminding her she had skipped lunch. After a quick shower and a simple dinner of scrambled eggs, toast, and a hot cup of tea, Y/N settled on the couch with new episodes of her favorite show. By the start of the fourth episode, the front door opened, revealing her tired mate. For a moment, her heart sank as she remembered what she said to him that afternoon, but, as soon as the stink of sugar hit her nose, she recalled why she had been upset in the first place.

She stood from the sofa, retreating to the bedroom and slamming the door before the odor had a chance to permeate her safe space. Y/N nervously paced the room until a soft knock sounded at their bedroom door.

“Y/N, honey? Can I come in?” She heard Jensen’s voice through the door. He sounded dejected and that made her feel bad, but it didn’t overpower her angry feelings of the events earlier that afternoon in his trailer.

“No! Go shower the sticky sweetness off and get rid of the smell in the house,” she demanded.

“Can I least have a change of clothes?” Jensen asked quietly.

She gathered a henley, boxers, and a pair of sweats and shoved them out the door quickly to avoid letting the other Omega’s smell in their bedroom.

She collapsed on the bed, with tears in her eyes and cramps rolling through her abdomen. The shower started and she rolled over onto Jensen’s pillow, finding a small amount of comfort in his scent. An hour later, long after the tears had dried on her face, there was another knock at their door. When she didn’t answer, Jensen opened the door slowly, only to see her curled into his pillow.

“Honey, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Patty. Can we talk?” he asked, walking around the bed to sit where she could see him. “Y/N, please talk to me.”

Y/N opened her tear crusted eyes, looking up into the green orbs she loved so much. His scent filled her nose, and she rose up to her knees, wrapping her arms around him, scenting him deeply. “I’m sorry I overreacted.” She pulled away, taking another breath when the scent hit her again and she saw red. She pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. “Get out. You can sleep on the couch.”

“You can’t banish me, this is my bedroom, too,” Jensen protested.

“Fine, then I’ll go,” Y/N took her pillow and stormed from the room, flopping down on the couch. The stink was everywhere and was driving her mad. She rushed to the kitchen, grabbing the scent neutralizing spray from under the sink. She sprayed everywhere she thought he had been since he came home, starting with the entry and working her way to the bathroom. Feeling slightly more settled, she returned to the couch, sinking into the cushions and pulling a blanket up to her chin. Finally closing her eyes, she heard the faint sounds of footsteps. Cracking open an eye, she found Jensen laying down with a blanket and a pillow in front of the sofa.

“Jay, what are you doing?” she sighed, feeling exhausted from the day.

“We’re not going to bed angry or apart, so if you won’t come sleep in our bed, I’ll sleep out here with you,” he responded calmly.

“Don’t you get it?” she snapped.

“No, honestly, I don’t. Explain it to me, please. Help me understand why you’re so upset with me,” Jensen pleaded.

A heavy breath left her lungs before she spoke, trying not to lose her cool this time. “I feel like I never see you. You’re working all the time, only coming home to sleep and you’re gone when I wake up. I miss my mate. I come to the studio to surprise you, just to spend an hour with you while we’re both awake, only to find some new, young, unbelievably perky and too sweet assistant in your trailer.”

“Honey,” Jensen started to explain, but she cut him off.

“Her scent in your trailer set me off and, in such close proximity, I lost it. My body views her as a threat, and it triggered my heat,” Y/N informed him. “I know you think it was unreasonable, the way I acted, but my brain and body felt it was justified.”

“Are you feeling better now?” he inquired, concern filling his voice, his brows furrowed.

“A little, being home, surrounded by your scent helped, but then, when you came home, it followed you. I can still smell it and I’m cramping again,” she winced, as if on cue, another cramp overtook her.

“Patty was hired by Bob and Andrew to help me. She is young and ambitious and eager to learn everything she can about the industry and film,” Jensen reported. “For your peace of mind, she is also newly claimed, and she introduced me to her mate today. I’d like to invite them for dinner after the episode wraps, if it’s okay with you. I think you’d like them both.”

“She’s mated?” Y/N looked down at him, her hand reaching out for his.

He linked their fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Happily. Like disgustingly happy. And it’s new, I think that’s why her scent is so strong. After I claimed you, for weeks your scent was stronger, the lemon slightly more pronounced and mouth watering. To the mate, the scent is enticing and indicative of happiness, of the fulfillment of their bond.”

“You smelled like beer on the first day of spring,” Y/N giggled. “The sweetness of fresh cut grass and hops, and soft, warm sandalwood. I remember like it was yesterday.”

“What do you say we get some sleep?” Jensen looked at her from his spot on the floor.

Y/N didn’t answer him right away. She just slid off the couch, straddling his lap as he laid on the floor. “We could get an early start on my heat instead.”

“Hmmm, you think so?” he asked pointedly from underneath her.

Again, she didn’t respond, instead she started a slow grind down into him, feeling him harden against her heated core. “Mmm, yes.”

Jensen had felt horrible all day since she stormed out of his trailer, for not immediately knowing what his Omega needed, but, now that he knew, it was going to play out a little differently than she expected. He gently lifted her off of him to lay her upper body across the sofa cushions. “Tell me what you want, Omega.” She mewled quietly in response. He rarely used his Alpha voice on her, but he knew the things it would do to her, so he didn’t hold back. “Use your words, Omega.”

“I need you, Alpha. Please, I need your knot,” Y/N answered, her voice smooth as butter. Jensen knew what she needed, but the Alpha in him wanted her to say it, to beg for it. “It hurts, please give me your knot.”

“Show me where you need me, ‘Mega,” Jensen commanded.

Slowly, Y/N lowered her leggings and panties, her slick already dampening her thighs and the thin cotton stuck to her skin. She reached her hand between her legs, running her slender fingers through the wetness, slipping inside. “Here, Alpha.”

Hearing his title flow from her plump lips while she fingered herself made his cock twitch in his shorts, and a low growl emanated from his chest. He pushed his boxers and pants down enough to free himself. He fisted himself with one hand, running the other over Y/N’s backside, then up and over her spine, pushing her down into the soft cushions. He coated his tip in her slick, running it along her sodden folds. “Here, Omega? Is this what you need?”

“Yes, Jay, please!” The end of her plea caught in her throat as Jensen pushed into her in a single thrust, burying himself deep inside her warm, wet pussy. “Ungh!”

“Yeah, that’s it, honey. Let me feel you,” Jensen grunted through his first few thrusts as she clenched tightly around him. He picked up speed as she relaxed around him, keeping his thrusts hard but measured, giving her what she needed and he craved.

“Oh yes! Alpha, harder!” Y/N cried out.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you harder? Show you whose pussy this is?” Jensen panted.

“It’s yours, Alpha, always yours,” Y/N moaned, when he started pounding into her, nailing her g-spot head on.

“That’s right. This perfect fucking pussy is all mine,” he declared. “Now I want you to come all over my cock. Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes! That’s my cock and I’m going to come all over it, show you whose cock that really is,” she gasped as he rammed into her.

“Only if you promise,” Jensen groaned, feeling his knot thicken and begin to restrict his movements. He snaked his hand from her hip between her legs, barely grazing her swollen clit with his calloused fingertips and she exploded around him, the sounds from her mouth alone spurring him on. He gave one final thrust, locking them together as his knot caught inside of her, her walls still contracting with the force of her orgasm. Jensen’s body seized as he emptied his seed inside her. Unable to think clearly, he lowered himself over her, placing kisses along the soft skin of her neck, scenting her as they regained their breath.

Jensen gathered her in his arms, lowering them both to the floor gently so he didn’t pull on his knot still locking them together. He pulled the blanket over their cooling skin and held her close, one arm under her head, the other over her waist. “Feel better?”

“I feel fantastic. Thank you, Alpha.” She yawned and drifted to sleep in his arms.

Luckily, Y/N’s heat passed quickly and Jensen wasn’t too far behind on his preparations for the next episode. By the time she was back to feeling 100% a few days later, she decided to visit the set once more. She felt calmer this time and, more importantly, she felt she needed to apologize to Patty.

Barry greeted her as usual, and she parked her car before heading to Jensen’s trailer. Just before she unlocked the door, Patty rounded the corner, a large box in her hands, squeaking when she saw Y/N at the door. “Y/N! What are you doing here?” She glanced around nervously.

“I just came to surprise Jay, but I’m glad I ran into you. I was wondering if we could talk inside,” she smiled.

“Well, Jensen is in a meeting right now. Um, why don’t we get some, uh, coffee? Yeah, coffee. I just love coffee,” Patty rambled, walking toward the food service tent. “Come on, let’s get coffee!”

“Oookay,” Y/N replied, thinking Patty had already had enough coffee. The young PA was already about ten steps ahead of her. Now that she was thinking clearly, Y/N realized that Patty’s scent was more apple pie and was quite pleasant. She reached the tent just as Patty peeked her head out.

They ordered coffee and took a seat at one of the empty tables. “Patty, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted the other day when we met. I’m, uh, I’m normally a very nice person, and not, like that. I was close to my heat, and it just caught me off guard, so I’m sorry.”

“I completely understand. No hard feelings. I wanted you to know how much I enjoy working with Jay. He is a brilliant director and completely devoted to you. I can see how much he loves you when he talks about you. It’s quite sweet,” Patty smiled warmly.

“Jay mentioned he would like to have you and your mate over for dinner after the episode wraps. It was Ben, right?” Patty nodded excitedly. “So what do you say? You want to come have dinner with us?”

“Oh my gosh! Y/N, we would love to! That means so much. Jay told me I would love you and that we would get along and I think this is going to be great!” Patty gushed.

“It’s settled then. I’ll have him give you the details. I’m going to head back to his trailer and wait for him.” Y/N stood to excuse herself when Patty’s phone lit up.

“Oh no! It’s Jay. He said the van broke down and he won't be back until later,” she relayed the message.

“Well, I guess I’ll hit the grocery store and head home, then. Thanks for the coffee, Patty,” she waved and walked back to her car. Y/N planned on making Jensen’s favorite meal for their anniversary tonight. It was New Year’s Eve and the store would already be a madhouse, but they decided to stay in instead of dealing with the crowds.

It took an hour, but Y/N finally made it back home with the groceries. She glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing she had just enough time to put dinner together and in the oven before she got ready. With any luck, Jensen wouldn’t be stranded on the side of the road all night. She sent up a silent prayer as she prepared dinner.

With dinner finally in the oven, Y/N headed to the bathroom for a shower. She took her time making sure her skin was silky smooth for her Alpha. Emerging from the steam in just a towel, she crossed the hall to their bedroom, but stopped dead in her tracks.

Jensen stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by candle light. “Jay, what are you doing here?”

“I live here,” he answered dryly, but cracked, laughing out loud. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Patty said the van broke down…”

“I asked her to feed you a story, so I had time to do all this. I’m sorry I’ve been working so much and haven’t made enough time for us, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I love you, Y/N,” Jensen crossed the room to pull her into his arms.

“Jensen, I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. She pulled back after a moment, looking around their room. Candles flickered atop the wardrobe and nightstands, the room bathed in a soft golden light. “What is all this?”

“Well, what does it look like?” Jensen smirked.

“A really romantic fire hazard,” Y/N giggled.

“Yeah, there’s my Omega. Making fun of my sappy side,” he chuckled along with her. “But, honestly, I don’t do it enough and you deserve to be shown how much I love you, not just today on our anniversary, but every day.” Jensen dropped to one knee in the middle of their bedroom, holding a brilliant diamond, it’s facets sparkling in the candle light.

Her hand flew to her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Y/N, you’ve made me the happiest man alive, the luckiest Alpha and turned my life completely upside down from the moment you entered it. I’m no astronaut, but if you’ll have me, I’ll do my best to give you the moon and the stars every day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

She fell to her knees beside him, her mate, her Alpha. She held his stubbled face in her hands gently. “You’ve already made me the happy Omega I only ever dreamed I could be. Every single day we spend together is like discovering new galaxies. I don’t need the moon and stars, Jay. I just need you. To be my mate, my Alpha. My husband.” Y/N pressed her lips to his. A sweet, gentle kiss that promised of many more tomorrows.

With shaky fingers, Jensen slipped the ring on her finger, placing it over his heart. “They say love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Thank you for agreeing to take this crazy ride with me.”

“I’d never want to take this ride with anyone else,” Y/N replied, pulling him down to her. All of the late nights, the missed sleep, and lack of time were forgotten as they got lost in each other. Finding each other was accidental, but loving each other was a choice made by two hearts that became one.

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sweetness47 · 4 years

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The Late Presentation

Pairing Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

@as-the-saying-goes-bingo – Better late than never

@spnabobingo – presenting

@spngenrebingo – Date night

@spnkinkbingo – against the wall

@spndeanbingo – friends to lovers

Warnings: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!!! Smut, knotting, ABO, claiming, rough sex, virgin reader, fingering, language etc…

final word count: 768

I turn 20 today.

My friends are celebrating with me all day, and Dean is taking me out later. I should be happy, right? But I wasn’t.

One thing stood in the way of my happiness.

I hadn’t presented yet.

All my friends had presented when they hit 16/17 years old. I was the only one who hadn’t.

They never teased me. It wasn’t abnormal to be a ‘late bloomer’.

But I hated it. I hated not knowing what I was, what I was meant to be. I didn’t want to be a beta. I mean, it’s not a horrible thing I guess, not having to worry about heats, ruts, etc…

But being revered as an Omega, or sought after as an Alpha, to belong to one and only one mate. That’s what I wanted more than anything. I wanted that connection.

But as of today, I was still normal.

I tried to remain neutral, hiding my hurt feelings from my friends. It wasn’t their fault. And they were good people. They wouldn’t reject me if I turned out beta. Lots of people were betas, and led totally happy lives. It’s just not what I wanted for me.

Dean said he would pick me up around 6. I spent over two hours fussing with my makeup, my hair, what dress I was going to wear. I was barely ready by the time he knocked on my door. Never-the-less, I answered, and was greeted with the most delicious Alpha on the planet.

Yes, I had a major crush on Dean, it was part of the reason I wanted to be Omega. My hope was I would present, be his soulmate, and live happily ever after.

He kissed my cheek. “You look phenomenal YN. Ready to hit the town?”

“Lead the way, handsome.” I replied.

He chuckled, and I damn near wet my panties. His very presence was infectious. He was a drug, and I was hopelessly addicted. But that voice, that chiseled jaw, his scent in general, it all made me weak in the knees.

The restaurant was nice, Italian food, and we feasted on a small pizza with an appetizer sized piece of lasagna and some gelati for dessert. It was divine, but about halfway through dinner, I began to feel weird, my stomach began to churn, like I was going to hurl.

I excused myself and made a beeline for the washroom. I didn’t vomit as I thought I would, but the room was warm, too warm, and smells became more defined.

I was presenting, I realized, but I still wasn’t sure what I was going to be.

After a few minutes, Dean came and knocked on the door. “YN? You ok in there?”

My eyes turned white, and I’m pretty sure I drooled. On the other side of the door stood ambrosia, or at least that’s what my mind thought.

Dean had the door lock picked in seconds, locking it behind him. “Omega!” he growled.

I whimpered. My panties were soaked. “Alpha!”

Heaven and hell couldn’t have stopped my friend as he crossed the small space between us, pasting me against the wall as he claimed my lips. In one swift motion, he’d rid me of my ruined undergarment, propping me on his thigh as his fingers ran through my soaked folds. He shoved two inside me, pumping slowly, I could feel my orgasm building.

“Oh god! Dean!” I screamed as I came, drenching his digits in juices of my body’s own making. He opened his jeans, releasing his hard shaft, lining it up with my entrance. In one fluid motion, he thrust inside, covering my cries with his kisses. His pace was brutal and unforgiving, but I didn’t care. I finally had what I’d always wanted.

He managed another orgasm from my depleted supply before his knot swelled inside, shooting his hot cum, filling my belly with his seed. He nuzzled my neck, finding my scent gland, then his teeth broke skin, claiming me as his.

He stood there, holding me, still against the wall, waiting for his knot to recede. “Fuck! That was incredible!” I whispered.

Dean leaned his forehead against mine. “It was definitely that and more. Now, YN, we’re mated, bound by scent, by knot, and by destiny.”

“Your mine, I’m yours. Forever.”

He growled. “Damn straight.”

@legion1993 @akshi8278

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wordmongersblog-blog · 4 years

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Dear world,

I am writing this to everyone out there. We all have watched a movie or read a book which left an imprint on us, made us feel good, gave us hope, healed us or helped us to understand better.

THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER is that for me. We experience things, we all have past and memories which hurt us and we try so hard to forget them, that all we are left with are those memories.

We love people, we watch them leave and never coming back. The memory of them doesn't let us sleep. But life doesn't stop for anybody.

A little kindness can help someone in a way we can't imagine. Charlie was lucky that he met Sam and Patrick. And how Bill made him believe how special he is. But not every Charlie has Sam and Patrick, we should atleast try to be a friend like them.

Thankyou Bill for explaining why we pick people who treat us like we're nothing. WE ACCEPT LOVE WE THINK WE DESERVE. All you need is to love yourself first.

You really need to read this book or watch this movie. It's about hurt, pain, survival guilt, love, and friendship. When you will watch this movie there will be a moment, and at that moment, you'll be infinite.

#theperksofbeingawallflower #asthesayinggoesbingo #asthetic #art #my words #movies #book quotes #journal

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wargurl83 · 4 years

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Fools Rush in Where Angels Fear to Tread

Title: Fools Rush in Where Angels Fear to Tread Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean/Cas Wordcount: 4120 Square filled: Fools Rush in Where Angels Fear to Tread Rating: Mature Warnings: Mature for swearing and canon level violence. Case fic, Canon divergent, no set time frame, monsters trying to use angel grace in ways they shouldn’t. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20460215/chapters/51483097

Written for the @as-the-saying-goes-bingo

Dean groans and thumps his head on the table. “Are you telling me that when we stabbed Dick in the neck all those years ago that some of the Leviathan got left behind?”

“It appears that way, yes,” Sam snarks back.

Dean rolls his head so he can glare at Sam out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t be a bitch, Sammy. I was kinda in the middle of being sucked into Purgatory at the time.”

Sam’s mouth twists. “OK yeah, sorry. OK, so we know that Leviathan are sensitive to Borax, can be beheaded, and we still have that dead guy bone.”

“Alright.” Dean picks his head up and rubs his temples. “What do we know about the case?”

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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 years

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It’s What Family Does

Characters: Carol Danvers x Barnes!Reader, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1,567

Warnings: fear of being rejected (for being gay), mostly fluff

Summary: Your relationship with Carol isn’t exactly known, and she encourages you to tell your brother despite your fears of being rejected.

Squares Filled: date night jar for marvelfluffbingo (1st card) // drugged for @hc-bingo // siblings for @ladiesbingo // if you want a thing done well do it yourself for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo // carol danvers/captain marvel for @ladiesofmarvelbingo // tucking their hair behind their ear for @fluffbingo // grocery run for buckybarnesbingo (1st card) // boarding school for @marvelbingo

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Your mother and father were never there for you like your brother was. He’s the one you can always count on to be there. He’s the one who took care of you since he’s ten years older than you. Your parents often told you how you were not planned and a surprise, but James treated you like family. When he turned 18, he was out of the house and left you with your parents. You were 10, and since their star child was gone, it wasn’t a good time for you. They neglected you so much that they thought sending you to boarding school was a good idea.

To them, it was. To you, it was one of the worst things they could have done. By then, James was already getting enlisted into the army, and you were left to defend yourself against every single person at your school. Students, you could handle just fine. It was the teachers you had to be worried about… especially the Dean of Students.

She was the meanest of them all and would often humiliate the kids if she saw something she didn’t like. She’d go around to the different classrooms and observe for a while. If she saw something a kid was doing and she didn’t like it, they would be in a world of pain. You bet she just liked to pick stuff out on the spot just to get at these kids. You were miserable there.

When you finally had a chance to write to your big brother, he took you out of the school immediately. When you enrolled, you put your brother down as your emergency contact instead of your mother. He saved you from three and a half more years of hell. He let you stay in the apartment he was staying at while he went off to active duty once more. Whenever he got off, he’d come back into your arms since you missed him so much.

It broke your heart when you found out he died. Your whole world shattered around you. It’s how HYDRA was able to find you in the first place. You became reckless and got yourself captured. Yes, it was your fault you went through worse hell than the Dean of Students. You’d take her over the torture you endured while with HYRDA. When you found out they were keeping your brother and what they did to him, you were enraged. They wanted him to fight and kill you, but he took one look at you and he was able to beat whatever mind games they had over him.

That’s how strong your bond is with him. It’s been like that ever since you could remember. It’s even stronger now since you and James were free of HYDRA and everything else. The only thing you had a problem with is new enemies trying to take over the Avengers and break them apart. Recently, you had to go save your brother from a drug lord who wanted to use his abilities for his drug cartel.

It’s one thing to mess with James, but it’s another thing to bring you into it. People should be more afraid of you if they mess with him and vice versa. You lost him once, you weren't going to lose him again.

“James!” you screamed when you entered the place he was being held.

“Yeah, scream louder. Make sure they know we’re here,” Carol scoffed.

“He is my brother. I am not going to let anything happen to him. You find the men, I’ll go save my brother,” you decided and left on your own. Carol knew there was no getting through to you when your brother was involved. She left in the opposite direction since she can handle every man that threw themselves at her.

Luck was on your side since the first room you looked into contained James.

“James!” you rushed over to him.

“Y/N?” he muttered.

“I’m here. You’re okay. God, what did they do to you?” you muttered.

“I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt,” he whispered. The serum inside his body prevented him from being affected too much. HYDRA’s drugs were way worse than whatever these drug lords had with them.

“Still, come on. We’re going to get out out of here.”

“We?”

“Carol’s with me. Come on,” you huffed and got him to his feet.

He and Carol didn’t get along at first, but it’s important to you that they do now. Carol is the love of your life, and it would be a shame if your brother didn’t like her. He’s very protective, and he often imagined you being with a nice man and settling down. He doesn’t even know you’re into women. You and Carol started dating only a few months ago, but still. He should know who’s in your life.

“He’s going to take it well,” Carol says and grabs your hand.

“I hope so,” you sigh.

“Where is he?”

“I sent him on a grocery run. I need more time. I panicked.”

“Would this get your mind off it?” she asks and pulls out the date night jar you two made a long time ago. You never got to use it since there was mission upon mission to keep you busy.

“I forgot about that,” you chuckle.

She reaches into the jar and messes with the wooden sticks before pulling one out. On one side it reads, “cook dinner”. Carol knew nothing of the sort, but luckily you learned at a young age. The skill never left you even after all these years.

“You can’t cook to save your life,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but you can. Show me. I’m a quick learner,” she smirks.

“This is going to be a disaster,” you smile.

You and Carol walk into the kitchen to get food started. Actually, it’s not a bad idea to cook dinner since James could join you when he gets back. You did give him a pretty long list and Tony’s credit card. He might not be back for a while which gives you more time to tell him of your girlfriend,

While you are busy overthinking, Carol gathers the ingredients for something simple: spaghetti. You give her the simple task of boiling the noodles while you start on the meatballs. This is something you often made for you and James whenever he came back from the war.

“Let me help with that,” Carol states.

“You sure you can handle it?”

“I can handle it just fine,” she scoffs playfully and grabs chunks of meat in her hands.

You watch with a smile since it’s clear she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She skipped a few steps and went straight to making the ball.

“Carol, sweetie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“I had a feeling I was,” she laughs. “Show me?”

Instead of doing it for her, you wrap your arms around her waist from behind to tell her what to do. After mixing the breading that is going to be used to coat and hold the meat together, you intertwined your fingers with hers to begin mixing everything together.

“If this is what cooking is, I kind of like it,” she smirks.

“Y/N, I’m home!” James calls out.

You immediately stake a step back away Carol and grab a towel to clean your hands of the meat and other gook. He walks in the kitchen with bags in his hands with most of them resting on his metal arm. He can’t feel how heavy it is, plus, he knows it can hold a lot of weight. T’Challa made sure to make him a sturdy arm.

“Oh, hey Carol.”

“Hi,” she nods.

She catches your eye and motions them to your brother. This is the time to tell him about you two. If you want a thing done right, then do it yourself.

“Look, James, I have something to tell you, and I should have told you when it happened, but I didn’t know how you were going to react. Carol and I are dating. We have been for a few months. I know what you’re going to say. I know you’ve always wanted me with a nice man, but Carol is something special. We just connected in ways I didn’t realize were possible. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you sigh.

“Are you happy?” he asks after a while.

“So happy. She makes me very happy,” you say while looking at her.

A piece of her hair fell in front of her eyes, and you reach over to tuck it behind her ear. She gives you a wide smile when you cup her chin with her thumb.

“Then I’m happy for you.”

“What?” you ask, turning to face him.

“I’m happy for you. It’s not a secret you’ve been smiling more, and now I realize why. You should have told me when it happened, but I’m glad I know now.”

“Thanks, James,” you whispered.

“Do you want to have dinner with us?”

“It’s spaghetti.”

“I’d love to,” James hugs you tightly. “Plus, I need to know if she’s suitable for my baby sister.”

“James!” you whined.

He is only teasing, but you’re glad he knows. There is nothing you can tell him that would make his opinion of you change. He loves you with all his heart and can learn to love the person you do.

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Can’t Buy Me Love

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,668

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: Growing up, you never had enough money to get what you wanted, but you always got what you needed. Dean provides you with what you need which is all you could ever again.

Squared Filled: Can’t Buy Me Love by The Beatles for @spnsongchallengebingo // snowfall for @spndeanbingo // it’s better to give than to receive for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo // snowfall for @spngenrebingo // soulless!sam for @spndarkbingo // a cabin in the woods for @spnclassicbingo

Fandom: Supernatural

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Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness, they were completely right. Sure, it can buy things that bring joy temporarily, but true happiness doesn’t have a price or a label. Growing up, you had to learn that the hard way. Your family never had much money so you had to resort to other things to make you happy instead of a puppy, a bike, or other toys the other kids had.

In high school, your mom didn’t have enough money to take you to prom so all of your friends pitched in to get you a ticket. It was bad enough that your prom dress was your Sunday nice dress your family made you wear when going to church, you didn't need pity from your friends on money issues.

Nonetheless, you learned to enjoy what you have and to make the most of it. True happiness comes in the form of relationships--families, friends, and boyfriends. Dean Winchester gave you more than you could ever ask for. He provided you with stability, a home, trust, and most importantly… love.

I'll buy you a diamond ring, my friend If it makes you feel all right I'll get you anything, my friend If it makes you feel all right 'Cause I don't care too much for money Money can't buy me love

“There is no service out here,” you called out, waving your phone in the air by the window. “I don’t know when the snow will clear.”

“That’s okay. I got Baby in the garage. It’s a good thing if you think about it. We have the whole place to ourselves,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. Turning around to face him, you leaned against his body and inhaled his scent.

“True. Thank God Sam got sick,” he chuckled.

“What are we going to do here? I know this is an old Hunter’s cabin, and there’s enough food to last a week, but what are we going to do?”

“I know what we can do,” he started to say.

“No, not that. Well, maybe later,” you winked.

“No, well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about. When was the last time we were able to have a proper snow day? Let’s go play in the snow!” he laughed.

“In what clothes? We’ll freeze.”

Dean thought for a second before untangling himself from you. He stalked to the hall closet and opened it, grinning when he found what he hoped was in there. He grabbed two big furry coats that would easily keep you warm in the frigid air. He held them up with the same grin, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his child-like attitude.

Regardless, you two put them on and trekked outside for a fun day in the snow. Having the coats on was better than having nothing even if you were kind of cold. Still, memories like this were priceless, so you had to snatch them up whenever you could grab them. You’ve never played in the snow before, and it was clear that Dean hadn’t either, so you two just screwed around until it became a game of tag.

Dean was it, and you ran like hell away from him. It was hard due to the snow being up to your knees, but you had fun. Your legs were getting cold, and you hoped to God that the cabin had hot water. Otherwise, you’ll have to dry by the fire.

Dean ran at you as fast as he could lifting his legs higher than you to get those wide strides. He caught up to you in no time, reaching out to grab at your coat. The snow was thick and puffy which didn’t provide a very sturdy platform to begin with. Dean accidentally tripped, taking you down with him. Letting out a shriek, you fell down first and Dean landed on top of you.

Your hair was splayed all around you, and your normally pale skin was almost as white as the snow. Your cheeks were tinted rosy pink as well as the tip of your nose. Dean supported himself by his arms as he stared down at you lovingly.

“You’re so white,” he laughed. Reaching up, you placed your icy fingers on his cheeks without warning. He yelped and reared back from the shock of it.

“And you’re… still tan. What the fuck, Winchester? How are you still warm?”

“I’m a big man,” he smirked.

“My big man.”

“Come on, I know of a way to quickly warm you up,” he grinned, helping you to your feet.

I'll give you all I've got to give If you say you love me, too I may not have a lot to give But what I've got I'll give to you I don't care too much for money Money can't buy me love

“You had no right to do that to me!” you screamed, slamming your jacket on the library table.

“He was going to kill you! I did it to save your life! Uh, you’re welcome by the way,” Dean scoffed. Sam had gotten out of the crossfire as soon as he could because this was an argument between you and your asshole boyfriend.

“I could have handled that myself! You know how important this kill was for me! You never think before you do, Dean,” you groaned, rolling your eyes in protest.

For over a year, you’ve been tracking a certain monster that had gotten away from you since you first had a brawl with it. Because it slipped from your grasp, it started killing people as a way to taunt you for not killing him before. It’s been your goal for a whole year to get this guy and kill him, and when you finally fucking do, Dean takes the kill right from under you.

“I’m sorry, okay? But I was thinking of you!”

“Yeah, well next time don’t. Okay?” you spit, stomping away. What you did hurt him, you knew that, but you were pissed enough as it is. He was only trying to help, and the important thing is, is that the monster is dead and not hurting anyone else. Dean tries to give you everything he possibly could and rarely asks for anything in return. He was only trying to help you, but in your angered stated, you couldn’t see that.

It took some time for you to calm down, and when you did, you were already asleep in your shared bed. Dean entered the room as quietly as possible to see the covers off and away from your body. He knew how easily you got cold, so he gently raised the end of the blanket to cover your entire body. Despite the fight, he still loves and cares for you.

And he knew you felt the same way.

Say you don't need no diamond rings And I'll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of things That money just can't buy I don't care too much for money Money can't buy me love

“Sam! Stop!” you screamed, ducking to avoid the knife that he threw at your head. Ever since he came back from the pit with Lucifer, he lost the one thing that made him who he is: his soul. Without a soul, he was just plain mean if he got angry. When he was happy, he was still dull and didn’t care about anything, but at least he wasn’t trying to kill you.

A hunt had gone wrong and he got frustrated that it didn’t go his way. He thought you were the cause of why it went wrong so he decided to take his anger out on you.

“If you hadn’t stepped in, then maybe those people would still be alive!” he yelled, grabbing yet another knife to throw at you. The whole Bunker was a mess because he had been chasing you for the last hour and a half. In order to get to you, he had to take care of Dean first which is why he was passed out on the bed from where Sam knocked him out.

“Sam! It wasn’t my fault! Stop!”

Sam threw one more knife at your head, and you barely missed it. It got so close to your ear that you heard the whoosh of metal as it passed by. Before he could try and get another one, Dean rammed into his side and tackled him. Jumping at the sudden appearance of the intruder, you witnessed both brothers fighting each other for different reasons. All Dean needed to do was to distract his brother long enough for you to make your escape.

“Go! Get out of here!” Dean yelled. Jumping into action, you leaped over both brothers to get to the exit but looked back at your boyfriend. He would give his life up in order to protect you, and because of that, you knew you couldn’t leave him. Thinking on your toes, you grabbed the nearest item to use as a weapon. It was a book, but a heavy one at that.

Running at Sam, you swung the book down on his head as hard as you could. He grunted in pain and slumped to the floor, laying limp at his brother’s feet. Dean panted and looked at you before sliding his eyes to the book in your hands.

“Really? A book?”

“What?” you looked at the cover. “European myths on Tricksters really kill.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he grunted as he got up.

“We’re in this together. I love you so much and you’ve given me more than I can imagine.”

“I love you too,” he smiled.

“Now help me drag your brother to the dungeon room until we figure out how to get his soul back.”

“Yeah, good idea,” he nodded, grabbing a leg while you grabbed the other one. True love means a lot of things, especially when it means dragging a knocked-out sasquatch across the Bunker’s concrete floor.

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Warrior

Square(s) Filled: Where there’s a will, there’s a way for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo; Free Space for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: mental health discussion, age gap, fluff, encouragement, TW: mentions of attempted suicide

Summary: Y/N is a young new actress that has landed a guest role on Supernatural. One of the main stars is a hero to her and she let’s him know, inspiring him even further.

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 1121

Written for: @as-the-saying-goes-bingo, and for anonymous who sent the following prompt for my 1k notes celebration: hello!! can i get a sam or jared (surprise me) with the "You look good in my sweater" prompt? maybe the reader can be younger like in her 20's? or not haha tysm! ~D

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches

A/N: I hope you like the direction I took this. It kind of just happened. The power of this fandom can do amazing things.

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

Immerse yourself in Jared’s scent and buy it here from @scentsfromthebunker!

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” a deep voice asked. Y/N spun around in the wardrobe trailer to find the two stars of the show standing right in front of her. She couldn’t believe her luck when she landed a guest star spot on the show. She may have only been 23, but Y/N had been acting long enough to know that this role could really help her career, and it didn’t hurt that she was a fan. Keep it together, Y/N, she thought to herself.

“Yes. And, you’re Jared and Jensen. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” She extended her hand, giving them each a firm shake.

‘We’ll let you get back to it. We just wanted to drop in and introduce ourselves before the first scene,” Jensen said.

“See you later, Y/N!” Jared waved and they both left the trailer.

~*~

“You were really great in that scene, Y/N,” Jensen complimented her as they walked toward the trailers a few days later. “You knocked it out of the park.” Jared nodded his agreement.

Y/N couldn’t believe the fun she was having. Supernatural was by far the best set she had ever worked on, and she realized how terribly sad she was going to be when her guest spot wrapped.

“Thanks, Jensen. That means a lot coming from you guys.” Y/N looked up, smiling shyly at them. She wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to warm up. The week started off warm enough, but a cold front had dropped the temperature significantly.

“You cold?” Jared asked, concern lacing his voice as they approached his trailer.

“Um, yeah. It’s crazy cold here!” she admitted. “You guys must be used to it by now, especially with the infinite layers of Winchester flannel!”

“Yeah that helps, but you don’t really get used to it. We just go back to Texas to thaw out!” Jensen laughed. “Go. I’m going to call my wife and kids. I’ll see you in a bit to finish running those lines.”

“Come inside, let’s get you out of the cold,” Jared urged, opening his door and waving Jensen off. He ran to the back and came back with a sweatshirt, handing it to Y/N.

“Thank you,” she acknowledged as she shrugged it over her head. It was about three sizes too big, but it was warm and smelled like Jared, making her smile. “I have the same one at home, in a slightly smaller size.”

Jared stood admiring her. It wasn’t the first time in their few days together that he had taken notice of her. Even Jensen had noticed how taken his friend was with the younger actress.

“Oh yeah. Well, then, I should be the one thanking you for your support,” he smiled shyly, his eyes never leaving her.

“What? Do I have something on my face from lunch?” she gasped, quickly wiping her chin in embarrassment.

“What? No, no, nothing like that. I was just thinking you look really good in my sweater,” Jared blushed as he looked away. “I’m sorry. That was, I, uh, fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Jared, it’s okay. You’re not making me uncomfortable. If anything, I’m flattered. You’re Jared Padalecki. You’re Sam Fucking Winchester, and just being in your presence this week has been an honor in itself. I’m not just a fan of the show, and I don’t have one of these just to show my support.” Her eyes cast down as she pushed up the sleeves on the sweater he had loaned her.

Jared was speechless. He had met dozens upon dozens of fans at conventions that had shared their stories of struggle and stories of triumph with him, but he had never encountered anyone else in the business that shared something like this with him. He moved closer, taking her hands, his thumbs gently rubbing over the jagged scars. “You’re a warrior.”

“Because of you, Jared,” she whispered. “You and your campaign made a difference and are the reason I didn’t give up, that I keep fighting every single day. You gave me the will to get up and keep going, keep fighting.”

“Wow, I am even more impressed with you now than I was before. You’re smart, talented, beautiful, and a fighter, just like me,” he murmured. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“I still have some bad days, but they’re fewer and far between. I’m in a good place now. And, hey, I landed a guest spot on my favorite show and got to meet you. The path may be dark and twisted, but it led me to the light,” she said. “It led me to you, Jared.”

“Go to dinner with me tonight?” Jared blurted out. “I mean, if you want. I’d love to hear more of your story, if you’re willing to share, that is. No pressure, I promise.”

“I’d like that. I know the fans often tell you of their own stories and struggles, and it must weigh on you. Let me be there for you. After all, you’ve done so much for the rest of us, let me do something for you,” Y/N countered.

“That sounds really great, actually,” Jared sighed, feeling lighter. Just as he opened his mouth, the door of his trailer swung open.

“Okay, I’m back! You ready?” Jensen asked, rushing through the door, only to stop when he saw his best friend and Y/N holding hands. “What the fuck did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said.

“She’s a warrior, Jen,” Jared whispered.

“I told you she was perfect for you. When are you going to stop doubting me and realize that I am always right?” Jensen smirked, patting his buddy on the back. “Well, like ninety-eight percent of the time!”

~*~

Jared and Y/N had taken it slow and laid a solid foundation over the last six months, making their relationship more stable than even they could have anticipated. When he asked for her opinion on the new campaign, she immediately knew it wasn’t just a new campaign, but a gift for her. A gift of his appreciation, admiration, and support for sharing her story with him and the fandom at a recent convention.

Jared filmed the live stream from set with Jensen, Misha, and Y/N at his side, all donned in one of the new shirts. “Whether you are struggling with mental health yourself, or know someone who is, always keep fighting.” Jared turned to Jensen.

“Because you are not alone,” Jensen added. ““Love yourself first.”

“Because you are enough,” Misha contributed. “And, family always has your back.”

“Always keep fighting,” Y/N smiled warmly into the camera. “Because you are a warrior.”

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