#au john Winchester x reader

[holylulusworld]

Masks we wear

Title: Masks we wear

Square filled for @spnkinkbingo: Aftercare

Summary: You try to find relief and end up finding so much more.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of shitty relationships, sex parties, public sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, aftercare, mentions of safewords/sexual terms/hard limits, consent is sexy, winter-summer romance, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, doggy style, dirty talk, spanking (one slap), a hint of choking (more like hand around throat), longing, there are feelings and fluff too, sue me, falling in love

Words: 3,5 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You still don’t know why you came here. 

Is it because your ex called you uptight, or the fact that you feel uncomfortable and insecure in the bedroom since you saw him bang one of your friends? Is it because you finally want to get laid again? Or maybe you just wanted to get out of your comfort zone.

“Another one,” you tip your glass to order another alcohol-free drink. If you are doing this tonight, you want to be sober, not drunk. “Do many people come here?” the bartender doesn’t answer your question. “Hello?”

“She won’t answer your questions, sweetness. The bartender serves drinks and doesn’t like to get involved in…our games,” a deep voice whispers in your ear, chuckling as you shudder at his closeness. “Is this your first time here? Do you need a tour?

“That obvious,” you turn on your barstool to face a handsome elder man. His hazel eyes seem to bore into you, and you look away, feeling a little light-headed as his musk fills your senses. “A friend of a friend told me about these…uh—you know…”

“Sex parties?” he offers, giving you a dirty smirk. He runs his hand over his salt-n-pepper beard, still that smirk on his face. “I see. What does a pretty girl like you doing at this kind of place?”

He sits on the empty barstool next to you, ordering whiskey neat. He glances at you now and then, sipping at his drink while you think about his question. “I give the question right back? What is a man like you doing in a place like this?”

“I had a wife, and raised my kids with her,” he takes a large sip of his drink. “She left me ten years ago for a younger model.” The man bitterly admits. “My sons are grown men now and I’ve got enough of women leaving me as I do not suit their taste after a few months.” 

He shrugs as you watch him with curiosity. “My boyfriend called me uptight and boring in the bedroom. Sucking his dick and trying new positions, sex toys and crap isn’t enough these days. I’m telling you; porn ruined all men.”

“Not all of us, doll,” he leans closer, eyes dropping to your cleavage. “If he’s bored in the bedroom, it’s his fault. You want to have good sex, be a good lover first.” Fuck, the look on his face already makes you clench your thighs together. “Do you know about the rules in here?”

“A little,” you whimper as he reaches out to grip your chin with his rough finger.

“You can do everything, but you don't have to, doll,“ he kisses your lips softly, making you moan against him. “If you consent, I’d like to fuck you.”

“I don’t even know your name,” you wrap one arm around his neck to kiss him again. “How shall I call you?”

“Daddy, beautiful,” he whispers against your lips. “I’m going to explain a few things to you. We can link our profiles on the app the organizer provides. This way, you’ll always get a notification that I’m around at one of these parties.”

“Daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue, giggling as you never called a man daddy before. “I kinda like it.”

“With your consent, I’ll call you doll,” nodding you wrap your other arm around his neck to let daddy deepen the next kiss. “I’ve got a room reserved to play. I don’t like sharing a room with the crowd.”

“Same,” he laughs as you eagerly slide off the barstool and take his offered hand. “I mean, I never did this before but having your room isn’t that bad. How did you get it?”

He shrugs, not giving away how he got the room. “Just relax, doll. We will talk before I even touch you. If you want to stop, I will.”

“Okay. How do I tell you so?” he unlocks the door to his room with a card, smirking as you walk inside to have a look around the room. Your heart thunders in your chest and you wonder if it was a good idea to follow the stranger into his room.

“We can use the color system tonight, doll. If we do this more often, we can have a special safeword too. Or do you want one tonight?” he closes the door and locks it. “I will lock the door but put the card on the nightstand. You can go any time.”

“Okay,” you’re a little nervous when daddy kicks his shoes off and shrugs his jacket down his shoulders. His eyes never leave your face, and you feel like he’s overserving your every move. “I’d like to use a safe word, daddy. Can I use pepperoni?”

“Of course. If you say pepperoni, I’ll stop immediately,” he flashes you a smile. “I will show you my current test, the one we had to do at the beginning of the party. You’ll do the same.”

“I’m clean,” you get your phone out to show daddy the test you did when you entered the large mansion to attend the party. He does the same, “and I’ve got a birth control implant.”

“Perfect,” you lick your lips when daddy steps toward you to slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders. “What are your hard limits?”

“No anal,” he’s kissing your neck, smirking as you moan loudly. “I never did it and don’t want to start tonight.”

“Noted, doll,” daddy nibbles at your shoulder while moving one hand between your legs. He chuckles as you are wearing crotchless panties. “What else?” You whimper, feeling his index finger toy with your clit.

“I don’t like pain or toilet stuff. No bondage or restraints during the first time together,” two fingers gather your slick, teasing your little nub. 

“I won’t, doll,” you don’t know the man shoving two fingers inside your slit but believe him when he tells you he won’t do anything you do not like. “We want to have fun, right?”

“Yeah,” he curls his fingers, inside of you, scissoring you open. “Fun. No strings attached, but safe and anonymous.”

“Good girl,” his fingers leave you empty seconds later and he pushes you onto the bed, smirking as you bounce off the mattress. “I want you to show me that pretty ass. Spread those legs for me, doll.”

You eagerly crawl to the middle of the bed to spread your legs and stick your ass out. “Daddy, I want you to fuck my pussy. Please. I need you.”

“Doll,” he groans deeply, enjoying you play your role so well. “You are going to get daddy’s cock right fucking now. I’ll make you cream all over me and fill this cunt with my seed.”

“Please—”

He’s on you in a blink, hands pawing at your dress to rip it down your chest to reveal your breasts to him. Daddy gropes your tits while pressing his erection into your ass. “Can I show them what I’m doing to you, doll? There is an entertainment room for people not finding anyone tonight.”

“A wank room,” you giggle as daddy slaps your cheek. “Ouch, daddy. Next time do it harder.”

“Don’t be a brat and answer my question,” his hand wraps around your throat and you find yourself upright, your back pressed to his chest. Just now you realize there are cameras all over the room, filming you in any position if you agree. “Doll, I need to hear it.” He pants in your ear, ready to have his way with you.

“They will watch us fuck?” you shiver as his free hand grabs his phone from the bed. “All of them.”

“Only the ones staying without a partner tonight,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “They are not allowed to take a copy or tell anyone about it. Whatever we are doing here tonight will stay within this room. So—”

“Yes,” daddy tilts his hips to press his erection between your legs, rubbing his length up and down your folds to coat himself in your slick. “I want them to watch you ruin my pussy, daddy.”

“Good,” he unlocks his phone to activate the live stream. “Ladies and gentlemen, you are invited to watch me and my doll tonight. Remember the rules. We do not talk about what happens at our little club, so enjoy and don’t make the owner mad.”

Daddy drops the phone on the bed to grip your hip tightly. He pokes your entrance, smirking as you try to push back onto him. “Daddy—”

“Look at my good girl,” he coos before slowly inching his way inside your body. “Fuck, she’s so tight and warm.” Daddy praises, moaning audibly to tell everyone watching you that he never enjoyed a cunt as much as yours. “I’m gonna ruin her pussy and make her scream my name.”

You lean your head against his shoulder, smiling into the camera as he wraps his arms around your body. “Fuck, he’s so big and thick inside my little pussy. Ouch, it almost hurts, daddy.”

“Just take it,” daddy starts to move his hips at a slow pace, testing the waters to find out if you are ready for more. “Do you want me to fuck you like a slut.”

“Please….yes…all green,” you end up face-first in the cushions. He holds you down by your shoulders, whispering if you are still green. “YES! FUCKING YES.”

“Hold tight, doll,” his hands shoot toward your hips, gripping your flesh tightly as he starts to move faster. You can’t see the people in the room watching you, but the room fills with more and more people as your screams echo through the whole mansion. 

You don’t know loudspeakers are sending your moans and pleas straight to every room to make sure they know daddy fucks you well. “Harder, daddy.”

“Did you hear,” he slides almost all the way out, making you whine at the loss of his dick. “Watch me fucking ruin her during her first party. She’s all mine.” You cry out as he slams back inside. “Yeah, that’s my cunt from now on.”

You’ve got no clue how he does it, but daddy has you on the edge only a few thrusts later. Maybe it’s the way he drives into you, or his dirty talk. He is talking about your cunt, your body and you like you mean nothing to him and it’s freeing in a way.

There is no shame. Not even when you come all over him, moaning daddy while people watch you get railed by a stranger. “I’m gonna cum in her, cream her sweet cunt, and show you how good she takes it.”

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you tighten around his thick length, whimpering as you can’t hold back the whorish noises leaving your throat. 

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the slicked sound of your cunt sucking his cock in fill your senses and you lose all control over your tongue.

“Fuck me harder, ruin me. I need to feel your cum drip out of my cunt. Next time you can fuck my ass too. I want to choke on your cock,” you can hear people cheer at your words, and then applause as you cum again, and daddy fills your abused cunt with his cum.

“Fucking perfect,” he slips out of you much too soon, and spreads your thighs apart, groaning as his cum drips out of your still pulsing cunt. “Look at her. She was such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” you fall onto the bed, spend and exhausted but sated. “Daddy fucked me so good, guys. He can do it forever…”

“End of the show,” you can hear him fight with the covers to find his phone. “Remember. No one talks about what you saw. No video or picture leaves this mansion. If I find one picture or clip on the internet, you won’t like what happens.” He deactivates the cameras and turns his attention back toward you.

“Daddy—” he laughs as you mumble his “name”.

“I’m going to run a warm bath for you now, doll. Okay. I’ll be back in a minute and take care of you. You’re safe with me,” he pecks your cheek and runs his hand over your back. “You did so well, doll. I’m proud of you. I never had such a good partner. Did you hear them cheer? They never did this before.”

“Thank you, daddy…” you’re not alone in the room for long. Only a few moments later you get picked up in bridal style and carried out of the room. He will clean your body and rub the sorness out of your muscles before carrying you back into the bedroom.

You will fuck daddy two more times that night before the both of you leave the mansion. You promise each other to do it again…and you do…

“Did you see daddy?” you check on your phone, frowning as your usual partner didn’t show up for the third time. You met up with daddy for almost a year at your secret little club. Now you came here only to find no sign of him again. “My app can’t link with him anymore.”

“You mean the guy you always meet here, at the bar?” the bartender finally looks at you. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen him. He’s not in the system any longer. This means one out of two things.”

“What do you mean?” you lick your dry lips, hoping to get to know why daddy never showed lately.

“He can’t come here. Maybe he’s sick, had an accident, or work is hell, or,” she gives you a sympathetic smile, “he found someone out there and doesn’t want to come back.”

“Oh—OH,” letting her words sink in you feel like daddy betrayed you. You never met up with another man, not even at the mansion, nor did he fuck someone else. Well, at least not at the mansion. “I see. I guess I got too attached to him.”

“Happens sometimes, darling,” the bartender offers. “Some people even got married after they met here. Others, well…they left with a broken heart.”

“Thank you,” you slide off the barstool, giving the bartender a huge tip and a sad smile. “If he ever comes around again, tell him I was looking for him.”

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t hang your heart on him,” she tries to tell you it’s not the first time your secret lover broke some poor girl’s heart. Daddy is the kind of man not settling down. But she can’t tell you so, or she’ll lose her job… 

“Did you even listen?” your friend asks and you look up from the menu. “Two hot guys are watching us. The guy with the shaggy hair is mine, though.”

“I’m not interested,” not even glancing at the two men you drop your eyes to the menu again. “Sheesh, don’t they have food I like.”

“What’s wrong with you lately? You used to be laid-back and relaxed. And now you are always so—” your friend sighs as you slam the menu you shut. 

“What? I’m just a little tense lately is all,” you quip. “There is nothing wrong with not wanting to sing love songs or dance around the kitchen all the time. I’m just not in the mood.”

“It’s been three months now,” she bites back as the guys she was talking about make their way toward your table. “Get laid or buy a new dildo.”

“Ladies, hey,” the shorter guy flashes you a smile. “We don’t want to disturb you, but we’d like to invite you for a drink.”

“Not interested,” your friend sighs deeply as you refuse to even look at the guys for a second time.

Yes, they are gorgeous, but daddy is still in the back of your mind. He’s haunting you in your dreams and you hate to admit it, you go back to the mansion every week to find out if he came back.

He never did, though…

“Sweetheart, we didn’t want to offend you,” you give the man a cracked smile. “Sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

“I’m kinda fresh out of a relationship or not,” your friend rolls her eyes at your words. “I mean…no…I don’t even know if anyone would call it that. It’s just…I still miss him, and I can’t have a drink with you. It’s not you, it’s me.” You hurriedly get up from your chair to flee out of the restaurant, choking out a sob on your way.

You’ve got no clue what’s wrong with you. You and daddy only had sex. He didn’t even give you his real name and now you are choking on tears only as a handsome guy offered a drink to you.

“Fuck, no. What’s wrong with me,” you cry. “I should just…” you press one hand to your heart. “It was only sex. Just forget about him…”

“No sight of him,” it’s another week later that you ask around the mansion if anyone saw your lover. “Please, does anyone know if he came back?”

“Girl, just give up and look for another dick,” one of the newer members chuckles, pointing at his crotch. “I can show you heaven.”

“No, thanks,” you turn to leave, sighing deeply. “I guess he’s gone for good…” leaving the mansion in a hurry you take deep breaths. “It’s time to delete the fucking app, Y/N. Stop acting as if you and that stranger were in love or shit.”

Two minutes later you sit in your car, thumb pressing delete to get rid of the app.

“Done,” you whisper, feeling your heart shatter all over again. It wasn’t sex only to you, that much you know now. “Goodbye, daddy. I hope you are living your best life, wherever you are…”

“Coming,” you groan as you slowly get up from your sofa. It’s Saturday evening and you planned on spending it watching bad porn and using your memories of daddy to get off. It’s been months since you touched yourself and it’s time to move on. “I hope it’s important. I wanted to masturb—”

“Hello doll,” daddy lazily leans in your doorframe, holding his phone in his hand. “You deleted the app. You’ve been a bad girl.”

“What? I—” he chuckles while waltzing into your apartment. “You didn’t come back. Why would I keep the app? I was there, not two days ago. No one saw you again.”

“I had something to take care of,” you huff while watching him shrug his coat down his shoulders and tossing it onto your sofa. “I came tonight, and you weren’t there. The bartender told me you’ve missed your daddy.”

“You never came back,” wiping your wet eyes you try to make him see that he can’t come around and demand things from you after he abandoned you for months. “It’s been months.”

“Still, you didn’t fuck anyone else,” he muses, large hand cupping your cheek now. “Do you know why, doll?”

“Enlighten me,” you grumble as he dares to cradle your face with both hands. “Maybe I wasn’t in the mood to fuck.”

“Oh, baby doll, you were in the mood to get fucked,” he greedily claims your lips, tongue snaking with yours. He just kisses you for a brief moment before he looks you deep in the eyes, “but only by your daddy. You only want him, right?”

“I’ve missed you,” something flashes in his eyes. There is something you haven’t seen before. “Maybe you should go now. I had plans and…”

“It was a test, doll,” he looks down at you. “I started too many relationships after I had great sex with a woman. I liked them, maybe even loved them but it never ended well. After a month or so, they lost interest. But you,” he laughs now, before kissing you again. “Oh doll, you’ve missed me so much you even rejected my handsome sons.”

“Your sons?”

“You know, most of the girls I met up with had to pass the last test,” he pecks your temple now, lips lingering on your skin. “I would introduce them to my sons. No one ever resisted my sons, doll. Every single woman wanted to fuck them. Sometimes even both.”

“I-I don’t understand a single word,” you push against his shoulders. “What are you talking about? I don’t know your sons, or you or anything anymore.”

“Doll,” he cups the back of your neck this time. “I wanted to know if you are open to a relationship with me. Not some arrangement to meet up and fuck. I want you to share my life with me.”

“I—what?” frowning deeply you look up at him. “I don’t even know your name, idiot! How shall I spend the rest of my life with you? I can’t call you daddy all the time.”

“Baby doll,” he softly pecks your lips. “I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you that very first night. My name is John Eric Winchester and if you let me, I’ll love you for the rest of my life…”

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[zepskies]

Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The Smoke Eater Playlist

Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

Bonus One-Shots:

Something Real** - COMING SOON! Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

🎙️ Podfic:

Listen to Part 1 in podfic form!

(Cover image and narration by @talltalesandbedtimestories)

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🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - john has been stressed while on the road, hiding from the supernatural wasn't the easiest job, but thankfully a certain sign caught his eye.

warning - smut, being used, gloryhole, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

John had been on the road for a long time now and he was in some desperate need of release. At first, he thought he needed it through a hunt, but after killing a nest of vampires, he could still feel that pent up frustration. It was gnawing at him, he had fucked his fist, not wanting to bother with finding a woman and still it didn’t work. Not until he finally came across a flashing sign that read ‘The Strawberry Shack’, something pulling him towards it. 

He parks his car, turning it off before he gets out, checking his surroundings before he enters the building. John checks for anything weird or supernatural as he walks up to the front desk. “Hiya sugar. What can I do you for?”

He stares for a while, “I heard this is the place for release?” The woman nods.

“What kinda release you looking for? We got oral or…” Before she can finish her sentence, John slams his money down. Something coming over him as he hears this.

“The second option.” She directs him to which door he needs to go through and with determination, John storms toward that area. Making his way through the door and surveying the room before he sets his sights on you and makes his way over. He feels his pants tighten as his cock strains against them, groaning, John quickly unzips his jeans and takes out his throbbing member. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m just going to use you for a bit if that’s okay.” 

You whimper, feeling your cunt throb from his voice and his words. “Uh huh, use me please.” 

The moment those words slip from your lips, John lines himself up against you. Pushing in slowly with a groan, feeling your tight walls squeeze around him. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel amazing.” The sound of slapping fills the room as John begins to pound into you, gripping your hips as he uses your body as promised. Your juices leak from your tight hole, coating his cock and your thighs. “That’s my good girl.”

You moan, gripping the soft bench underneath you, you bury your face into the pillow, practically drooling as John continues to fuck you, pounding into your g-spot like there’s no tomorrow. Your head flies back as your arse stings, John’s hand moves away after slapping your cheeks and watching your arse ripple.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.” His hands grip your hips again, going harder and faster if that’s even possible. You moan freely and loudly, not being able to see the smirk on the man’s face. “Good girl, such pretty sounds. Are they all for me?” He grunts, slowing his thrusts as he watches his cock slide in and out of you, white coating his base. 

“Yes, yes! All for you!” John groans, hips snapping as he slams his cock deep inside of you, fucking you until he feels his balls tighten and his tip twitch. Your walls squeeze him as hot cum spurts out of his thick tip, coating your walls. You follow suit, juices squirting out, covering him. “Ahh!” 

John gently pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you, he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans and zips himself up. The tension has finally left his body and he doesn’t feel so frustrated anymore. “Thanks for that, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll see you next time.” He gives your arse a light tap before leaving, keeping the mental image of his cum leaking out in his head as he heads back to his car and drives off. 

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1417

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements, dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, branding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnabobingo non traditional alpha traits @spnkinkevents free space @j3bingo jewelry/piercing

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 first three pasts of series

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART IV

John read through the contract and had to admit that the Dealer was a stickler for details, continuing to the addendum that the original purchaser sold the O as-is to him for one dollar. 

Ignoring the still-fuming Dealer, John signed all three copies before handing them and the payment to an on-site notary who stamped the copies before handing one back to John, one to the suit with their monetary compensation, then disappeared with the last to finish registering the sale.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Winchester,” the suit says as they untether the twin and lead her out of the room. John placed his copy in his canvas jacket pocket and said, “I need the O cleaned up and dressed.” One of the Alphas reached into the cage, attached a cheap dog chain to the D ring on her collar, and used it to drag the O across the floor, dropping it at John's feet as Helms smirked. “Sorry, we would normally comply with your request if it were our merchandise you purchased. You have a nice day, Winchester.” 

They left John alone with his newly acquired property. He scooped up the unconscious O and was surprised at how light she felt, made his way through the open dock door of the building and spotted the Impala. When his sons climbed out, John issued orders.

 “Dean, get your ass over here and take your property. Sam, front seat with me.”

“There’s a clinic two blocks on the left, sir,” Sam says, climbing back into the Impala, cracking a disposable ice pack, and handing it over the seat to Dean, who places it over the O’s swollen eye. John's thankful it’s a short drive cause the mouth-breathing sounds filling the car were disturbingly similar to that Shtriga he’d hunted. 

Sam bolts out the door before John has the car in park, taking several deep breaths before opening the back door and helping Dean maneuver out with the unconscious O. 

The quartet enters the clinic, and a bored-looking receptionist slides a clipboard over without looking up, telling them to fill out both sides. They cross to the waiting area where John and Dean sit, automatically leaving the chair between them unoccupied. Sam mentally sighs and pulls his hoodie lower to keep his painfully hard cock hidden, sits, and starts mouth breathing again, making John growl and scribble faster before marching back to the receptionist.

Dean shifts the unresponsive girl, and Sam says in a strained voice, “Dude, she’s flashing everyone!” Dean sees his darting eyes peer down, noting the old army blanket gaped open, exposing the O’s breasts. He can’t help himself. “Look at you, Sammy, blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. So adorable.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Boys,” John interrupted, “Let's go.” Dean closed the blanket, followed him down the hall to an exam room, and placed the O on the table. “Wait outside the door, Dean. You too, Sam.”  A while later, smallish, fifty-something Beta with their nose in a file came towards them and finally noticed the two tall Alphas slouching by the doorway. Smelling his unsureness, Dean reassured them, “We don’t bite..usually.”

Clearing their throat, the Beta walked between them when Dean slapped his hand against the wall, creating a loud thwack that made them hurry into the room. “Not funny, man,” Sam chastised but couldn’t help grinning.

John insisted on remaining in the room during the examination, knew how these clinics worked, and wanted to be sure the O had no severe injuries or undisclosed maladies. 

“I don’t see your DNA ID on the intake paperwork.”

“DNA? What are you talking about?”

“There have been many fraudulent ownership claims in this state,” the doctor said as he did the exam. “For new registrations, all Alphas in the purchaser's immediate pack must submit their DNA ID number and to STD testing. I assume you were in service?” John affirmed he was. “Good, and your offspring? No? Okay, what state did your Omega whelp them in?” John frowned. “My mate was an Alpha.” 

“It’s almost unheard of for a female Alpha to have more than one pregnancy.” The doctor resumed the physical, noting a mild concussion, but her swollen eye was undamaged, and considering the extensive skin trauma, mainly on her back, she likely had bruised ribs, too. “As a precaution, I will administer fluids and a broad-spectrum antibiotic. I need your help with this part. Please move the O to the scale so I can see if its stats match the paperwork.”

The doctor and John, who’d guesstimated her height earlier, were shocked. Most O’s rarely hit five-four, and she was nearly six feet tall but was thirty pounds underweight. John laid the O back on the table, covered her with a warming blanket as the doctor hooked her to the IV, then collected the other samples from Winchesters except for the STD on Sam, who had to admit he was still a virgin. A tech arrived for the samples and handed the doctor some paperwork. “I see you purchased the O for your elder son, who’s not of age yet. Do you require any additional stipulations for registration?” 

“I want Sam to have proprietary rights in the event of my untimely death.” 

Dean peeks through the register office's doorway and sees a slightly chubby Beta in her late twenties sitting at the desk. She looks up, giving him an apprentice once-over, and chirpily inquires, “You with the O just brought in?" He responds snarkily. “You got a bunch of other O’s that just arrived?"  Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.” 

She hummed sympathetically and clicked the mouse, searching for something on the computer. "It’s alright. Things like this can be stressful, so I’ll try to get you through quickly. Help yourself to the coffee. It’s hot." Pouring a cup, Dean sipped it and grimaced. "Okay, here we are. Name?"

"Uh, Dean." He sat down, positioning himself to see out into the hallway, and heard the Betas' long nails tacketing-tacketing over the keys. "And will you be changing the name?" "Huh? Why the hell would I want to do that?” The Beta flinches at his tone. "It's a routine question. Some people don’t like the name of the O they’ve purchased, so they shorten or change it entirely.” It took him a second to catch up. “Oh, sorry. I'm Dean, and ahh, I don’t know what her name is." The tacketa-tacketa resumes. “Hmm, the O only has numerical identification. You could pick something neutral or a favorite nickname. How about leaving it for now? If or when you decide to change it, you can do it through any state registration center."

"Uhh, okay, let’s do that." 

"No problem. Now, has the O been branded yet?" Dean's hand firmly gripped the edge of the desktop. "What the fuck? That's a regular thing you do here!” Dean's loudness makes the Beta frown; she leans over, opens a side drawer, rifles around, and pulls out a pamphlet, pushing it toward him. Dean frowned at the title: Your New Omega and You: An Alpha's Guide to Handling and Training.

 "O branding is the traditional form of marking to deter theft and help with identification. North Dakota is one of a few states that mandate it but all others accept it. A sanctioned clinic, such as ours, uses a local anesthetic, so it’s quick and relatively painless. The unique symbol chosen for the individual owner will be on the lower back to not spoil their aesthetics.”  More tacketa-tack-tacketa. ‘We do piercing for free. Are you interested in having the O’s nipples, clitoral hood, or labia done?” Dean shakes his head negatively. “For low-income families, public assistance will generally cover breast augmentation or genital modification since it doesn't interfere with fertility.”

“Now, state law requires that if testing confirms that the O's are a non-viable carrier, we spay them. I am obligated to inform you this procedure can lead to malaise, but it reduces the chances of other diseases as they age. Since you’re not a resident, if you choose not to, we can provide a doctor's exemption certificate.”

“What kind of fucked-up Deliverance-style place is this? I am not authorizing any fucking modifications of any kind, you hear me!” The courteous attitude disappears. "I don’t appreciate your tone, sir,” as she resumed tacketa-tack-tacks on the keyboard. Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he hit something.

Part V

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[pascaloverx]

Sweet Love

Summary: You're an up-and-coming writer, congratulations. To protect your beloved job, you're willing to do anything. Even strike a deal with the devil, better known as your sister's neighbor. You and Dean Winchester don't really see eye to eye, but in a moment of desperation, you agree to collaborate with him for a greater good.

Author's Notes: Many characters do not belong to me but to the Supernatural Universe (2005-2020). I hope you enjoy the fanfic's story. The fanfic will contain strong language and future adult content.

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CHAPTER ONE

You never imagined yourself knocking on Dean Winchester's door. I mean, you don't count having had dreams about him that involved you getting to know each other intimately. But going to his apartment to ask for help wasn't in your plans.

"I need you." You say softly as if telling someone a secret. Maybe your speech sounds like a whisper. Dean's obviously not hearing you properly, because he's humming Livin' On A Prayer as the song plays inside his apartment at full volume.

"What?" Dean says almost shouting as he looks me up and down. He looks confused like he doesn't hear you at all. You then decide to do something. You approach Dean almost seductively and say close to his ear that he won't regret it if he turns down the volume.

"Does your sister know you're here trying to get me into bed?" Dean asks as he turns off the music that was playing. Nothing against Bon Jovi, but seeing Dean turn off the sound for thinking he's going to sleep with you kind of lifts your spirits.

"If I were going to let you fuck me, I wouldn't ask my sister's opinion. I don't think you ask Sam's opinion when you decide to have sex." You speak while still standing, hoping that Dean will notice that he is only in his underwear and change into more decent clothes.

"You come over to my house, make me turn off my music and now I've suggested that I ask my brother if I can have sex. This conversation seems better by the minute." Dean speaks clearly enjoying this moment. You end up looking at his body from top to bottom but as soon as he notices, you turn to face the door.

"I need your help." You say while avoiding looking at Dean. He might have noticed, since he put on some pants. Not that you watched him put it on.

"With what?" Dean asks as you turn to face him. He put on his pants but is still shirtless. But now is not the time for you to notice these things. Even though his body is...

"I need to write steamy scenes in my book. But I just can't do it. It's like I can't think of anything sexy and I need to get this book published soon." The words coming out of your mouth don't seem to fully fit together. I mean, what is wrong with you that you would look to Dean Winchester for help?

"And what do I gain? Helping you will take up a lot of my free time, you know..." He seems too convinced, as if his ego could fill the air in the entire apartment.

"Free time? You mean wasted time. You've been living off your rich mother for I don't know how long. And I intend to pay you for the consultancy." You say everything with a certain pretentiousness in your tone of voice. Somehow, Dean Winchester brought out the worst in you.

"Do you think that just because I have a rich mother my life is easy?" Dean says, getting even closer to you, getting so close that you could smell his perfume invade your nostrils. In fact, Dean Winchester smells like men's perfume and sex.

"I think. Maybe it's not the easiest thing for you but it seems easy. So do it as an personal fulfillment, do it for the money, do it to show your mother that you are more than her son." You say feeling a heavy conscience as you realize that maybe you were rude to Dean, maybe even a little unfair.

"Nice attempt to manipulate me. I'm going to deny the offer and urgently ask you to leave my apartment. I'm accompanied and my visitor should be waiting for me in the room. So there's less you want to insult me ​​more or join me and my visit, I suggest you go to your apartment." Dean looks offended, maybe a little irritated. You look at him a little regretfully.

"I'm sorry if I seemed rude. But I would really like your help and I'm willing to give you whatever you want." You say, desperately trying to appeal to the side you know exists within Dean. He might not even notice, but claiming you're willing to give him whatever he wants is just a lure to make him interested. At least that's what you tell yourself. But it doesn't seem to work, he closes the door just as you're about to cross the hallway that separates his apartment from your sister's. What a disaster, now you'll have to stop being a writer and move on to a new field. You can't live forever with your sister.

"Be in my apartment later. Let's start working on your book. And I'll decide what I get for the help I'm giving you. As you said yourself, you'll give me whatever I want." Dean says as he opens the door to his apartment while you open the door to your sister's apartment. You immediately turn around and hug him. Without any explanation, your first instinct was to run into his arms. And you only realize how strange that is when you see the half-naked woman coming out of Dean's bedroom and staring at the two of you hugging at the door.

"See you later, buddy." You say, giving Dean Winchester a slightly friendly punch on the arm so that his visitor doesn't find it so bizarre for him to be hugging you at the door. He looks at you as if you've lost your mind, and then you quickly leave, entering your sister's apartment, hoping that the partnership with Dean Winchester is a good idea.

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[adriellej]

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[prettybillycore]

Stranger Things Have Happened In Hawkins || Harringrove x Reader (2/4)

Pairing(s) in this Part: 

Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington 

Minor Dean Winchester x Castiel

[ Later Installment: Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson ]

Universe: crossover supernatural universe x stranger things universe

Summary: Billy finally gets the courage to ask Reader out, but bliss never lasts long in Hawkins

Rating: Teen 

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: Mentions of Neil Hargrove’s Abuse of Billy and Max, Mentions of John Winchester’s Abuse of Sam and Dean, Smoking, Language, Canon Typical Violence, Slight Canon Timeline Divergence

Read it on AO3 or right here on Tumblr (under the cut on this post)

The sun was almost completely in the sky by the time things were settled. You were in the living room of the Byers’ house. Some of the kids had gone off to the bedrooms to rest, but a lot of the members of the group were with you. Steve, Billy, and Hopper were sitting on the couch. Dustin and Max were on either end, more leaning than sitting really. Joyce was tending to Will’s wounds in the kitchen, Mike was sitting at the table with him. Eleven, Jonathan, and Lucas were all asleep in other rooms of the house. You were feeling anxiety rise in your throat as everyone watched you. You were pacing a bit, trying to decide what the best story was. You weren’t too worried about any angels or demons feeling your presence. The power of the upside down and Eleven should have been enough to keep you hidden. You just didn’t know how much of the truth you should tell. How much was too far? At the same time, you didn’t know if you could lie to them now. They were all waiting so patiently to hear you tell the truth about your identity. They had all seen you use your powers, so they knew something was different about you. The skin on your lips was chewed raw and you felt your body shaking. You weren’t sure if you were shaking enough for anyone else to notice, but it was clear to you. This wasn’t like your childhood; you didn’t have your dad around to find you a new hiding place anymore. Cas and Dean weren’t around to protect you either. You were going to have to make your choice; run away from Hawkins without answering any questions, but risk Cas not being able to find you or telling them the truth and risking rejection/an unsafe situation. “Are you from the lab?” Dustin blurted out. Everyone else on the couch gave him glares in response. He shrugged. “What? I thought that might be a good starting point. She’s clearly nervous.”

“A little forward, don’t you think, dork?” Max asked. 

“It’s alright,” you replied. The attention was instantly back on you. “No, I’m not from the lab or the upside down… I have never seen anything like those monsters before in my life, the closest thing I’ve seen is hellhounds… and hellhounds are not nearly that powerful.” 

“Is that why you asked about demons earlier? Is the upside down some weird version of hell?” Max questioned. 

“What? Demons?” Hopper asked.

Max nodded. “Yeah, she said ‘Demons? Angels? Leviathans? Pagan Gods?’ when she first got to the house with Billy.”

You shook your head. “Trust me, that is nothing like hell. Hell has an order; a king, guards, rivalries, betrayals– the energy of the upside down is much more chaotic than that. The truth is I have no idea where to even begin filling you all in. You all have dealt with enough do to the gate, I don’t want to burden you with more supernatural shit than you’ve already been exposed to.”

“You’re not a burden to us, Y/n,” Steve cut in. “You’re one of us at this point, hell, I don’t know if we would have gotten through this whole thing without you here. Whatever you are going through; wherever you’re from– we can handle it.”

You smiled gently at Steve. General expressions of agreement came from the others. Billy’s effect was the flattest, but he still was focusing on you. You didn’t know how to feel about him right now, but if he and the others were all in agreement, you could continue to try to give them an explanation. “I’m sort of like Eleven,” you started, “I can locate people by feeling their energies through their belongings or pictures; like I did with Max. It’s how Billy and I found you all… I can move things with my mind as I did with Billy to stop him from attacking Lucas… but I can do a lot of things that Eleven, I don’t think, can do. I can sense souls, teleport, and kill monsters with just a snap of my fingers; among other things… all of this is built into my blood. My mother is an incredible magic user; my father… my father was an angel.”

“Is Cas dead?” Hopper asked. 

“Cas is alive, I think.” You bit your tongue to keep from crying. “Cas and his partner aren’t my biological parents, but when my father died he left me to them. You could say he doesn’t trust my mother with me, but that would be a drastic understatement. I don’t know why he chose Hawkins, the house I live in, or anything else for that matter, but he had no other choice. Due to my nature, a lot of people where I’m from want me dead.” You wiped a few falling tears away from your eyes and lifted the edge of your shirt just enough for your audience to see the faint stab wound on your side. “I was almost murdered the day I arrived in Hawkins. A family friend patched me up, Cas had me say goodbye to everyone, and he brought me here. He said it would only be a few days; he said it would only be until he found the angel who was trying to kill me, but clearly, it’s been more than a few days. I don’t know if he’s coming back for me, or if he’s even alive at this point.”

“Can you still feel his soul?” Max asked.

You shook your head again. “Hawkins is too far away from my home to feel them. I haven’t felt any of my family’s presence since I’ve been here. Only Cas knows where I am. He didn’t tell anyone because he was afraid of his partner and our other family being tortured for information. I can, as well as angels, see people’s memories through physical contact. He was concerned that an angel would find me if anyone else knew. That also means if Cas is gone–”

“There’s no one to come back for you…” Dustin finished. You nodded and covered your mouth with your hand. A sob made its way out of your mouth and Steve was instantly on his feet. He pulled you into another hug and you welcomed it; sobbing into his chest. “I miss them so much, I miss home.”

Steve sighed, “I’m sorry Y/n. Is there any way for us to get you there?”

Another sob erupted from the pit of your stomach. “No… Unless you know how to open interdimensional portals at will, I don’t think any of you can help.”

“Do you have a brother?” Dustin piped up.

You pulled away from Steve a bit to look at him. “What?”

“In your family, back home, did you have a brother?”

“Uh…” Kevin flashed across your vision. You smiled a small bit. “Yeah, I guess you could say I had a brother.”

Dustin grinned. “Well, until we figure out how to get you home, I’m your brother! And– I have a lot of friends how many siblings do you have?”

You and Steve both laughed a bit, but his offer did warm your heart. “Thank you, Dustin. I appreciate it. You are all like a family to me now; we saved the world together, that’s the main requirement in my book.”

| < ♥️ > |

The Snow Ball was just around the corner for the Hawkins Middle Schoolers– and a similar dance, prom, wasn’t far behind for the Hawkins High Schoolers; it was only a few months away and it was on everyone’s minds. Hopper had secured paperwork for both you and Eleven, so you would be able to attend school after winter break and she would be able to feel safe going outside. You were officially registered as Y/n Winchester at Hawkins High and you were nervous, but excited. Eleven was happily spending days at your house or at Hopper’s place. She was dating Mike and her friendships with the others were blooming. You didn’t get your paperwork in time to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball, but you knew that Nancy was going to be there, which gave you some comfort. You all had saved the world and the gate was closed– the Party deserved to have some fun. Eleven was getting ready in your bathroom and asked you to help her with her hair. You never had a younger sister before, but you wanted to give her the world. She opened the drawers and started carelessly looking through your makeup. There wasn’t much, but you had picked up a few things on shopping trips with Nancy. She asked if she could use some of it, and of course, you accepted. You even pulled out your favorite dark lipstick and showed her how to apply lip products by using yourself as an example. You felt a little silly just wearing lipstick, but at the same time, it made you feel sort of powerful. You were helping her with her hair as she stretched the phone cord into the bathroom so she could talk to Max. “You’re gonna look great tonight, El! Y/n’s got such cool style. I bet she’s gonna make you look bitchin’!”

Max was so happy to have a friend like El in Hawkins and chat on the phone like this, but she needed to go finish getting ready. “I’ll see you there El, I’ve gotta go finish getting ready!”

El exclaimed a ‘goodbye Max’ and the ginger hung up the phone. She rushed to her mom and asked for help with her hair. It was pretty and usually easy to style, but she wanted to make sure it looked extra good for the Snow Ball. It was her first real school dance, after all. Her mom was pulling on her hair, but she promised that it would be worth it. Billy briefly looked at the pair, but soon started to head out the door. Max overheard him talking to a random girl earlier, but that wasn’t going to cut it for her. She had an idea and she knew she couldn’t let him go on that date. “Billy!” she called.

He turned to look at her, quirking his eyebrow. The cigarette in his mouth was lazy hanging between his lips and his face looked almost entirely dull. “Stop by a store, pick up some flowers, and go apologize to Y/n. You’ve been moping for days and going on a date with some other girl isn’t gonna fix that.”

Both Billy and Max’s mom were surprised by her outburst, but her mom was even more shocked by his reaction. “She’s not going to be chaperoning your dance? That sounds like something she would do.”

“No she’s not, she didn’t get the paperwork ready in time. Go ask her to your dance. She’ll say yes, you know.”

Billy looked away from her and took a long drag from his cigarette. “Thanks for the pep talk, shithead.” She was disappointed for a moment, but he sighed and she could tell what he was thinking by the look on his face. “I’ll go.”

| < ♥️ > |

You were about to head to your car with El, but you heard the Camaro pull up. “What the hell?” You mumbled. You looked briefly at El before heading to the window to check. It was indeed Billy. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of his car. “Stay here for just a second, El, I’ll be right back. Help yourself to some water or anything you want out of the fridge.”

She looked concerned, but she just nodded and walked toward your kitchen. Billy started to get out of the Camaro as you walked out the front door. “What are you doing here, Hargrove?”

He looked at you for a moment before turning back to his car, rummaging inside of it for a moment. He pulled out a bouquet. The flowers were slightly crumpled, but that didn’t bother you. He shrugged. “I needed to come talk to you and Max said I should bring you some flowers.”

You approached him cautiously, but a small smile did make its way onto your face. “Oh yeah? That’s very nice of Max, I’ll be sure to thank her.”

He chuckled. “Hey, I picked them out.”

You grabbed the flowers from his hands, letting your fingers brush his as you did so, “I’ll thank you after you tell me what you needed to talk to me about.”

He placed his tongue between his teeth and rocked on his heels. “I came to say I’m sorry.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been wanting to since the night where all that shit happened. I never ever should have called you a freak. You or the kid; I was just afraid. I’d never seen anything like that before, not that that’s an excuse. All this to say, I am sorry. I really really like you and don’t want this to be the end of us; if you’re still willing to take me for a drive in that sexy impala of yours I would go anytime.” He held your hand that was wrapped around the bouquet. You could feel him shaking. You could see how nervous he was, even though he was trying to play it off. 

“I forgive you, Billy. I would be happy to take you for a drive in the Impala sometime, as long as you promise to apologize to Max and her friends for that night too. I really really like you too and I don’t know how long I’m going to be in Hawkins, but I would love to spend my time left getting to know you.”

“For you, Doll, I’d do anything. I’ll work on something for the kids, promise.” He gently set his hand on your cheek and you couldn’t help, but lean into his touch. You couldn’t deny that you felt a spark with Billy. He was battered and broken, but something about his soul’s energy made you feel safe. “There’s one more thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“I know it’s still a little far away, but I was wondering, if you’re still in Hawkins– would you like to go to prom with me?”

You broke out into a grin. “If it gets here and you still want to go with me, I think that it could be fun.”

His eyes looked between yours and your lips. The quick glances made your heart pound. “Trust me, Doll. I’ll still want to go with you.” His hand moved from your cheek to your neck and your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against yours. 

You pulled away after a few seconds, “if I could stand here all night kissing you I would, but I promised Hopper I would give El a ride to the dance tonight. How about we go for that joyride tomorrow night?” 

His grin was large and undeniable. He was a little sad that he couldn’t be with you more now, but he wasn’t going to push it. “Sounds perfect to me, Darlin’. Before you go, though, I want to give you one more thing.” He reached around the back of his neck and unclasped his necklace. It was small, but it was immediately recognizable as his. He knew anyone that attended Hawkins High would know you had gotten it from him. “Can I put this on you?”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I’ve never seen you without it.”

“Exactly, Doll. When you come to school after break, everyone will know you’re already mine.”

“I’ll play your game, you can put it on me,” you replied. He tucked his tongue between his teeth again as he closed the clasp around your neck. “Though, you are the devil, Billy Hargrove.” 

| < ♥️ > |

Billy was leaning on his car, waiting for the Impala to appear in the parking lot. Max was watching him closely as she gathered all of her belongings from the car. She giggled and shook her head. Billy pulled the cigarette from between his teeth, but he didn’t look away from the road. “What’s so funny, Ginger?”

Max closed her door and walked over to his side of the car. She watched him spend all of his winter break with you. You hosted DnD for the party at your house and movie nights for you, Steve, Billy, and whoever was willing to put up with their rivalry. Billy kept his eyes on you and only you if you were in the room and he hated going more than a day without seeing you. She smiled at her stepbrother. “You, jerk, are completely in love. It’s so endearing that I want to puke.” She dropped her skateboard to the ground as his jaw hung open. The step-siblings were starting to get along better and Max had gotten comfortable enough to start teasing Billy back. He wasn’t sure if it was fun or insulting sometimes. “Enjoy your first day back, lovebird.”

With that, she was gone. Billy made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue as he watched your car pull up next to his. You smiled at him as you got out of your car. “Well hello there, loverboy.”

He smiled brightly at you and stomped his cigarette out under his boot. “Doll, you took so long to get here that I thought you might have decided to skip.”

“And miss a chance to hang out with you, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan all day? Never, in a million lifetimes.” He grabbed your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. You could feel eyes watching you, but you just dug your hands into his hair. It was soft under your fingertips. “Are the girls at this school gonna watch us make out all the time?” You mumbled, your lips barely apart. 

He looked away from you briefly to see that you two were attracting some attention. “Let them stare, Darlin’. None of them come close to you. Besides, isn’t it fun to be the center of attention?” He smirked, already knowing your answer.

“Sweet, but that sounds like my worst nightmare actually.”

“Somehow I knew you were gonna say that.”

“Hey! Shitheads!” Steve called as he hopped out of his car. “Are you coming in with me or what? You don’t want to be late. You have Mr. Chapman for homeroom now and he’ll have your heads if you’re late.”

Billy rolled his eyes and you laughed. You grabbed Billy’s hand and started dragging him toward your now, mutual friend, Steve. “We’re coming!”

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The summer in Hawkins was way hotter than you thought it would be. You dated Billy through prom season and all the way into the off-school months. He and Max were sleeping at your house pretty much all the time, you were hosting DnD night for the party, and you felt entirely in love. Billy wasn’t perfect, but he kept his promise to get better. He worked on his mental health and did his best to keep his temper under control. It all meant the world to you. His presence in your little Hawkins life made you feel whole. You were starting to accept that Cas probably wasn’t coming back for you. It was okay though; Steve gave you free ice cream every time you went to visit him at Scoops and Billy told you every night all the events of his day at the pool. You missed Cas, Kevin, and Dean dearly. However, the longer you were in Hawkins, the more you grieved your losses and started to move on. The Party had become your own little family and you were, for the first time since Gabriel’s death, happy. Billy was gently playing with your fingers as you rested together in your bed. “I swear Y/n, these fucking moms spend their days staring at me. I’m polite to them, but Jesus, don’t they have anything better to do?”

You chuckled, “Probably not. I’ve met some of them before. They have mediocre husbands at best. They are just bored of the lives they’ve created for themselves and are passing their fantasies onto you. It’s gross.”

“Now why would they be trying to use me for their weird fantasies?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re young, hot, and work at a job where you never have a shirt on. Even so, it’s nasty, Billy. They are creepy for doing all that shit.”

He could feel you becoming tenser. He squeezed your hand for reassurance. “It’s alright, Doll. You know I feel nothing toward them.”

You turned toward him. His features looked soft yet slightly worried. You rested your free hand on his cheek. “They shouldn’t be feeling anything toward you, my love. That’s my point. On the other hand, I wish we could get Steve to notice us.”

He laughed, but nodded slightly in agreement. “Right? You’d think it would be easier to get the attention of a walking bisexual crisis, but no.”

“You’re off tomorrow, right? Steve’s working, we should go visit him. He and his coworker Robin have started a game. I think we could help Steve score his first few points.” The look in your eye was devilish. 

Billy and you had all late-night conversations. Max would be asleep in the would-be-sam room and the two of you would gaze at your ceiling while chatting, much like you were doing right now. One of these conversations led to a sexuality and crushes talk; where you both learned that the other was queer and polyamorous– and you both had crushes on Steve. The sailor boy had admitted to you two earlier that day that he was bi-curious and poly. It made you both panic in the absolute best way. 

You and Billy had been plotting all summer about asking Steve to join your relationship, or at least inquire about his interest in the idea. You were both too nervous to act on the idea though. You would flirt with him all the time, but he never quite seemed to get the hint. However, Billy was off duty tomorrow and Steve was working at Scoops. He spilled to you earlier about his game with Robin– “she is tracking how many people he successfully asks out.”

That sentence piqued Billy’s interest. “Interesting… how can we use this information?”

“Well, you and I were supposed to have a mall date tomorrow, right? Why don’t we just… stop for some ice cream and see if we can lead Steve into asking us out instead? Since he hasn’t been catching on it our hints and all. I mean when he came out to us I literally said we’re both open to dating other people and he still didn’t react. If this plan doesn’t work we can flat out ask him about it when he gets off tomorrow, but I’d like to try this. It could be fun, besides, he’s adorable in that sailor suit.” 

The glimmer in Billy’s eyes was one of excitement and adoration. “Either way, we find out what Steve’s thoughts are tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we do. Either way, no matter what he says, I love you and want to be with you, Billy. I hope Steve will be open to the idea, but if he’s not, we can still continue just the way we are.”

Billy leaned forward and your hand slipped from his cheek into his hair. “I love you too. Nothing about us is changing; I wouldn’t change what we have for anything. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You felt your eyes becoming watery, but you did your best to hold back the tears. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me too.”

“I would walk to the end of the universe if it meant I got to be with you even for just one more minute. I know I’m not a good person and I don’t always feel like I deserve being in the constant presence of a literal angel, but I am so glad you are here.”

You threw your arms around him without saying another word. “You are worthy of my love, Billy,” you whispered. The tears and general throat tightness made your words sound a little raspy. This didn’t go unnoticed and Billy hugged you back tightly. He didn’t let himself cry much, but in the quiet moment, he felt a few tears slip.

“I love you, so much, Y/n.”

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Even in the chaotic Starcourt Mall parking lot, your car attracted a lot of attention. Many of the girls from Hawkins High were watching Billy closely as you both got out of the Impala. You couldn’t contain your glare. Billy chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “It’s a good thing your powers don’t extend to murderous stares.”

You stuck your tongue out in response as you both started walking toward the mall entrance. “You’d be annoyed if guys were constantly looking at me.”

He briefly glanced in your direction before shaking his head. “You are absolutely oblivious, aren’t you, Doll?”

“About what?” you asked as you entered the mall. The sounds of the food court were completely overwhelming. 

“The number of guys that stared at you all day at school.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, all the girls were looking at you, but there weren’t any boys looking at me.”

“That, is a lie, trust me. I had to tell so many guys off. Listen, if I thought you might like them, I would have let it go, but it was pretty much all guys who are not your type.”

“Who did you threaten?” Your tone was serious, but you were grinning. Billy knew that you were completely capable of handling your own boy problems, but the fact that he was protective was endearing.

“Mostly Jason and Tommy. They were the only ones who were… persistent, even though they both have girlfriends and I doubt their relationships are polyamorous.”

“Yeah, me too. Fuck jocks; they give me the creeps most of the time.”

He chuckled and bit his lip. “Oh trust me, Darlin, I am well aware of your disdain for jocks. You scowl at anyone wearing a letterman jacket.”

“Letterman jackets are boring. I’m more into rockers, emos, and metalheads.”

He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “That’s how you ended up with me. I thank every star in the sky that I didn’t join the basketball team.”

You scrunched up your nose in disgust as you reached the entrance of Scoops Ahoy. “Only exception is currently scooping ice cream for your step sister and… is that Eleven?”

The two girls were giggling as Steve scooped their ice cream. You were about to interrupt, but Billy kept you next to him by holding his grip on your shoulders. “Let them be kids. They don’t get to do that much.”

You snorted. “Wow, you sound like me when I’m scolding Hopper.”

“I’ve learned a thing or two about being an older sibling this year.”

“Oh yeah?” You questioned. Another smirk adorned your features. “Why don’t you show me these things you’ve learned.”

He looked toward the kids and moved away from you. “Gladly.”

You watched carefully as he headed inside of the shop. “Ahoy Harrington!” Steve’s head shot up so quickly at the sound of Billy’s voice that he almost hit his head on the ice cream display. Max and El both turned as well, but they had less of a drastic reaction. 

“Ahoy Hargrove. What are you doing here?” 

Billy pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed some money onto the counter. “Their ice cream is on me.”

Steve handed the two girls their cones and grabbed the money off the counter, “You two are all set then.”

The girls looked at each other and smiled. “Thanks, asshole,” Max teased.

“Yeah, thanks, Billy!” El said. The girls clasped their free hands together and ran out of the shop. Max spotted you and smiled before turning her attention back to Eleven. You eyed them curiously for a moment and tucked away your questions for another time. 

“So… do girls like the sailor get up?” Billy pestered. He was leaning his elbows on the counter and had his chin resting in his palms. Steve seemed curious and slightly annoyed by Billy’s question. 

“So far, no,” Robin answered. She was wiping off tables nearby. “No dates for Steve yet this summer.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Robin.” 

“No problem, Dork.”

The boy closed the ice cream display doors and eyed Billy closely. “She’s right though, so far, it hasn’t exactly been a hit.”

Billy looked Steve over. Steve could feel his cheeks flushing. You noticed Robin watching the interaction. She was looking toward the boys rather than the table she was cleaning. “Can’t imagine why the uniform isn’t just… reeling them in.”

Steve rolled his eyes again and was going to spout off about the unfortunate pun, but you decided it was the right time to cut in. “Play nice, Billy. I think Steve looks nice.”

Steve’s expression lit up when he heard your voice. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“Although,” you mused as you approached the counter, “I think you’d look better without the hat.” You reach over the edge of the counter and snatched the hat off of his head. You placed it on your own; it slumped a little bit into your vision, but based on the looks Billy and Steve were giving you– you guessed it looked cute. “Your hair is fantastic. The other girls are probably rating your hotness level lower than usual because they couldn’t see the fluff.” You reached forward again and messed up Steve’s hair. You and Billy made quick eye contact; Steve looked hot and you were both thinking just that. “There, perfect.”

Steve’s cheeks were bright red, though he was trying to play the whole thing off. “It’s uh– company policy to wear the hat, though, I think you suit it more than I do.”

You glanced toward the board behind him. He followed your gaze and shot a confused look between you and Billy. “His hotness is off the charts now, don’t you think Billy?” You said quietly. Even Robin wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Billy and Steve sure did. 

Billy smirked at you before looking toward Steve. “Definitely. What would you say to gaining a few points, Harrington?” Billy nodded toward the board. His voice was low just like yours.

Steve continued to look at you both with a confused expression. “You know, adding two points to the ‘you rule’ side?”

Steve looked back toward the board quickly before his face completely contorted. Even though you and Billy had been flirting with him all summer– it was just in this moment clicking. “You– You two?” he whispered. You both nodded. “Movie night, Tonight? But like… not as friends.”

“Sounds like a date to me,” you answered, “My place, 9 pm.”

“I’ll be there.”

You and Billy both pulled away slightly. “See you then, Harrington,” Billy said with a wink before walking toward the exit of the store. 

You took the hat off your head and handed it back to him. “Only took you all summer–” you teased.

“Listen– you two are intimidating.”

You laughed. “Us? Intimidating? We could never?” 

Steve rolled his eyes yet again at your sarcasm and put his hat back on. “Are we actually gonna watch movies?” 

You shrugged playfully. “I dunno, we’ll see. Have a nice afternoon, Stevie.”

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You were putting a little bit of makeup on, staring at the details of your face to a point that you started to feel like you weren’t real anymore. No matter what you tried, nothing quite looked right. You sighed and put the lipstick tube you were holding back down on the counter. You were wearing a big T-shirt that Cas had left in your room. It was clearly meant for you– he knew you loved wearing oversized closed to bed. You let the shirt hang down to your mid-thigh, and a pair of soft shorts were peaking out from underneath. It was just a normal, comfy outfit for movie night, but something about this particular Motörhead shirt made you feel confident. It was black and distressed and pretty cute, all things considered. You decided to put on a bit of makeup because it was your first date with Steve, but the more you fiddled with your face, the less you felt good. The only person you had ever really been on dates with was Billy. Even though you three were just going to be at your house and probably talking things out, you still felt like you needed to look nice. You didn’t often feel insecure– you weren’t the world’s most confident person by any means, but you didn’t encounter these feelings often with Billy around. He was always trying to boost your confidence. You lightly slapped your cheeks a few times and pulled the skin down a bit before letting go. “Get it together Y/n. You–”

Your pep talk was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Steve and you both enjoyed secret handshakes and such, so it was a specific knock. Your heart fluttered at the sound. Billy had gone back to his house to freshen up for the date and you were surprised that Steve beat him to your house. It made you worry a bit, but you tried to put it out of your mind. You smiled brightly at Steve as you opened the door. He was wearing his pajamas with his simple gray jacket over them. The only thing that made this different from the usual movie night was the fact that he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hey, Steve! Are those for us?”

He smiled lightly. “Yeah, is Billy here yet?” 

You shook your head. “Not yet, but I’m sure he’ll be here soon. He probably is singing into his hairbrush handle as we speak.”

Steve laughed and handed you the flowers. You both headed inside the house. “Does he really do that? Sing into his hairbrush, I mean.”

You chuckled. “Oh yeah. Every fucking day. It’s honestly adorable. I have a video of it on my camera. If you remind me later, I’ll show it to you.”

“I’d like that.” Steve leaned himself against the counter as you worked to get the flowers set up. “Can I ask you something, Y/n?”

“Yeah, of course, you can, Steve.”

“Do you and Billy both really like me, or did you just want to help me score in Robin’s game?” 

You tossed him a confused look before turning your attention back to the vase in front of you. “Genuinely Steve, we both really like you. We had a conversation about it earlier this summer. We’ve both been flirting with you for like the last month while Dustin’s been gone, but I don’t think you’ve been picking up on it. When you told me about Robin’s game, it gave us an opportunity for us to be more forward without just straight up asking you. You’ve made Billy nervous since the day he first moved here, and I’ve had a crush on you for like, uhm… probably a few months now? Once Billy and I realized we are both poly and into you, it wasn’t a hard decision. We knew we wanted to ask you out, we just didn’t know how.”

Steve smiled as you turned around to face him again. The flowers were resting in a medium-sized vase on the counter. He hugged you tightly, resting his chin on top of your head. You hugged him back with the same amount of force. “I really really like both of you,” he said quietly. 

Your heart felt like it was going to explode. “We really like you too, Steve.” You pulled back slightly from the hug. “Speaking of ‘we’ let me check on Billy.” 

Steve nodded. “Okay. Are you gonna do the mind thing?”

You giggled and rubbed his arm softly. “Yeah, the mind thing,” you replied before closing your eyes. Normally, all you had to do was think about Billy and a clear image of what he was doing would come to your mind. You frowned slightly when nothing came up. You could feel his energy was somewhere in Hawkins, but it wasn’t at his house and it was incredibly distorted. “Billy?” you questioned. “Billy, where are you?”

Everything remained dark. You got no immediate response. Your connection to him was usually so strong; this was completely freaking you out. “I’m sure he’s okay, Y/n,” Steve soothed. 

You were suddenly hit with overwhelming fear. It wasn’t your fear though, it was Billy’s. You just saw him around 4. That was only 5 and a half hours ago. Sure, it was a decent chunk of time, but it wasn’t that long. “Baby, can you tell me where you are? What’s happening? Why are you scared?”

“He’s got me. He’s fucking got me. I’m so sorry Y/n. I can’t come near you. He wants to kill you.” The message was faint, but you were sure of what he said. Images came in flashes; crashed Camaro, dark street, Billy screaming, him being dragged, and some kind of terrible monster.

Your eyes flew open and you screamed bloody murder. Steve wrapped his arms tightly around you again as you cried. “Y/n? Y/n what happened? What did you see?”

“It’s the upside down, again. They’ve got Billy.”

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You and Steve parted ways as he received a red alert from Robin, who cracked some sort of code. You weren’t really sure what was going on, but he promised he would explain everything to you after he made sure it was okay. He insisted that it would all be okay and gave you a kiss on the forehead before taking off in his truck. You set off, on a mission to find Billy. You had no idea what was going on there either– all you really knew is that he was under someone else’s control and he was deeply scared. Your heart was absolutely broken; you couldn’t bare the thought of anything bad happening to Billy. He was by no means perfect, but he meant everything to you at his point. You would kill any monster that stood between you and him.

You teleported yourself to his house because you figured it was the best place to start. You hated the place with a passion, but much like when you went to Jonathan’s house for the first time– you could feel the essence of his soul in the soil. You kept yourself out of the window sight lines. The last thing you wanted to do was attract the attention of his father. Neil Hargrove reminded you a lot of the stories Dean had told you about John, his father. You did everything you could to make sure Max and Billy both felt welcome to stay at your house anytime they felt unsafe. You made Hopper aware of the things going on in the house and you knew that if anything happened again with Neil, Billy and Max were both comfortable enough with Hopper to call his personal number. Unfortunately, you knew that this was no Neil situation. This was something much, much more demonic. 

There was no Camaro in the driveway and there was no skateboard resting on the stairs. Max was probably still with Eleven if you had to guess, but you were incredibly anxious to find Billy. You knew he was trying to keep you away. Whatever monster had him, he thought could hurt you. You appreciated the concern, but you were much more worried for his safety than your own. You followed the road for a while, down the route Billy always took from his house to yours. There were fresh traces of his energy in the gravel– he had definitely started on the way to your house. Your tracing brought you to a crossroads and you felt a shiver go down your spine. You had visited crossroads demons a number of times before; pleading for Dean’s soul from purgatory and looking for information about your father, Gabriel. Working with crossroads demons never seemed to get you anything though; they couldn’t collect your soul and they knew that. You didn’t have much to offer them as a trade for their services. Though, both Ruby and Crowley bargained with you prior to you meeting the Winchester boys. You didn’t trust either of them, but they were willing to bend the rules of their usual contracts to give you information, so you appreciated them. Crowley used you to work his way up the chain of command in Hell, demons were very afraid of you, for the most part. Ruby, tricked you into helping her release Lucifer from his cage. While you weren’t proud of the things that you did in relation to your deals, you didn’t regret them. In fact, in this moment, where your powers were completely failing you, you wished you had some demonic guidance. 

You knew you couldn’t get help from demons in this case, though. You didn’t have any allies in 1985 Hell and you didn’t want to risk the angels in Heaven finding your hiding place. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. It was difficult to feel Billy’s presence, but you felt a pull toward the edge of town, so you started off down the left path. It was raining by this point, but you didn’t care. Your biggest concern was still finding Billy and getting rained on wasn’t going to deter you from your goal. The farther away you got from the crossroads, the stranger the energy around you became. Before you knew it, you found yourself at the Wheeler household. You had only been there a few times to pick up Nancy. The energy around the house was tense and heavy. Something was wrong here too, just like it was at Billy’s house. You jogged up to the door and rang the doorbell. Thunder and dark clouds loomed overhead. Nancy opened the door and you could immediately tell that she had been crying. “What happened, Nancy?”

She gave you a confused look. “What are you doing here, Y/n?”

“Why were you crying?”

“Have you been walking in the rain?” she asked.

“Something is deeply wrong and I was lead here. Did something happen today?”

“Aside from Jonathan and I getting fired, nothing much happened today. Though, last night one of the elderly ladies I met through work had to go to the hospital. Jonathan and I found her eating fertilizer.” 

You nearly gagged at the thought. “I don’t think that explains what I saw, though that is incredibly odd. I saw visions of Billy being terrified and some huge upside-down-looking monster. Have you heard from Will or Jonathan?”

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Between the machines under the mall interfering with your powers and the Mind Flayer’s abilities fogging up your brain space, you felt completely helpless. Nothing felt right anymore and you were absolutely terrified about what was happening to Billy. You split from the group when they went to the hospital. You were set on looking for your boyfriend. Max gave you a long hug before she agreed to leave with her friends. You promised her that you would be safe even though you didn’t know if you would be able to keep that promise. That wasn’t like you at all, but you didn’t want her to worry about you. 

You were horrified when Dustin found you wandering the mall (looking for Steve) and told you where he and Robin were. You couldn’t teleport anymore; you felt like your body was made of weights. You had been out all night and the rest of the next day looking for Billy. You had come up with very little information and you could tell whatever was going on with the town was affecting your abilities. You didn’t know why, but it was limiting you to the simpler things– moving objects, fast healing, and such. Dustin was disappointed when he realized you couldn’t just teleport yourself down into the secret base and solve the problem instantly, but he was glad that you were there to help nonetheless. You were able to bypass all the locks and knock out the guards with a snap of your fingers. 

You, Dustin, and Lucas’s sister Erica were able to get Steve and Robin out of the facility. You all tried to sneak out of the mall, but more guards were flooding the place with every minute that passed. You set Eleven a message for help, but until the younger girl appeared you had no idea if it had worked. You were thrilled when she appeared and even more excited when Joyce, Hopper, and a man you didn’t recognize came a few minutes later. 

The adults were all getting ready for battle now– you were curled up in a ball. Eleven told you what she saw when Billy came looking for her. You had your knees pulled up to your chest and your head down. Your body was wracked with sobs and you couldn’t control them at all. It was the first time, since the Leviathans, that you truly felt like there was nothing you could do to help. You and El both were absolutely exhausted. Her powers were almost completely drained and yours were working at around 30% of what they usually were. You felt someone sit down next to you. “We’re gonna get out of this, Y/n.” It was Steve. His voice was quiet. He gently set a hand on the small of your back. 

“What if Billy doesn’t?” You asked.

Steve didn’t respond for a minute. You had no idea what he was doing, but you guessed that he was thinking about the best way to respond. “I don’t know where Billy is, but I promise you we’ll find him and we’ll do whatever we can to save him. If anyone can save him, it’s you, Y/n.”

“No… I can’t, Steve. I’m too weak to force the Mind Flayer out of him.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

You lifted your head up and looked toward him. You watched his expression soften at the sight of your tear-stained face. “What do you mean, Steve?”

“I mean… you’re the most connected to him. If anyone can get past the Mind Flayer, if anyone can get to Billy, it’s gonna be you. We can’t save everyone who’s been captured by the monster, but I think we have a good shot at saving Billy. After we stop the people downstairs from opening the upside-down again, I’m sure we’ll find him.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes. “We can do this, right? Together?” 

Steve kissed your forehead again, just like he did when you said goodbye at your house. “Yeah, together.”

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To Be Continued... :)

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The predator grounds (John Winchester)

Alpha!werewolf!John Winchester x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, forced rut/heat, gore, smut, some dark thinks, John just straight up murdering someone, light swearing, age gap

Werewolves will be literal werewolves with fur and shouts xD

You’re not sure how it happened, one minute you were in the car with the boys, the next you’re in an abandoned house in the middle of no where. Your first instinct was to find either Sam, Dean or John, John mainly, not that you wanna admit that. You were ready and on edge, ignoring the cramping in your lower stomach and how overly hot it was in winter. You couldn’t smell anyone or sense anyone, the whole place seemed like a ghost town, weirdly enough it was a nice ghost town, nice houses, nice shops, just dead empty. You couldn’t go much further as you sat down on some steps and hugged your middle. You had sweat slowly dripping from your brow and your mind began to cloud with need. It was obvious then, painfully so, your heat had struck, well a forced heat seeing as you definitely took your suppressants last, no way in hell you’d not take them with three unmated alphas around.

You cursed softly wanting at least a hotel bed and crappy soup. You huffed forcing yourself up and on. The town seemed to go forever for some reason, were you going in circles? You heard laughing suddenly and snapped around seeing a red eyed demon in front of you.

“Enjoy” she said snapping her fingers and disappearing. You frowned suddenly not alone, alphas in rut and omegas in heat. The hell was this demons plan?! You went to the nearest omega ready to protect them. The alpha groaned her body transforming. You gulped, a fricken werewolf. You cursed softly hating how your body reacted to it. Omegas began to scream, some shifted and fought back, but you ran into the closest building with this omega and hid. You locked the doors quickly and the windows with the omegas help, you pushed a table in front of the front door before rushing upstairs. You locked those windows before checking on the omega. You introduced yourself as they sat on the couch and hugged a pillow.

“Riley” they said and you nodded.

“Ok I have no idea what’s going on, although the thing I know you’re not gonna wanna know” you said and they just nodded scared. You sat down on the recliner, this town must’ve had people in it till the demon did something. You sat awkwardly trying to find a comfortable position while outside quietened. You heard some screams making Riley flinch, some howls which made you uneasy.

Your mind was clouded and you didn’t register much, not having a heat in a few years since you met the boys back then. Riley obviously regulated, they weren’t as out of it as you were.

“Are you ok?” They asked.

“Huh?” You blurted.

“Sorry, yeah” you mumbled in a daze. You weren’t fine and the bed upstairs sounded amazing right now.

“I’m gonna look for towels or something” they said cheeks flushed. You only nodded as they got up and rummaged around the house.

“I found towels and blankets” they came back handed you some before making theirselves comfortable.

“Thanks” you muttered making yourself comfortable too. You froze though hearing a call outside, whole body shuddering in delight. Riley looked scared as you stood and looked out the window. John stood down the road a bit, gun in hand, covered in some blood and clothes ripped slightly. Riley called you, but you weren’t thinking straight as you left. Riley yelled catching Johns attention as he stared at you. You didn’t really notice anyone else till some grabbed you in a bear grip. You struggled suddenly frightened at the mouth near your neck. A shot went off, whizzing by your ear making you stumble as the man fell to the ground. John jogged forward tugging you to him while he looked at the dead man.

“You ok?” He asked as you took a deep breath in. You went into another daze, like you went high off his scent. He was in rut too, scent extra strong and inviting.

“Have you seeing Dean and Sam?” He asked apparently handling this very well. You shook your head in answer. He cursed softly and looked around before tugging you back to the house you were in. Riley whimpered when he pushed the table back.

“I’m not gonna hurt you” he said trying to sooth the other omega.

“Where family” he said gesturing to you.

You frowned a bit at his words.

“Your dad?” Riley asked you.

“God no” you said.

“Just know each other well” you said and she nodded.

“Not- the hells going on?!” You asked suddenly snappy.

“Jesus” John chuckled.

“Demons picked out alphas and omegas, mainly from the town, we were passing by seemed to got caught up in it, some sort of mating ground almost” John said looking outside.

“Ew” you muttered and he raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what kind-“ you stopped mid sentence as pain went through your stomach and into your hips and legs. You sat down quickly on the stairs and whimpered. Curse a forced heat. You went hazy again and mumbled softly as you leant against the wall. John was apparently in front of you snapping his fingers for you to focus.

“Piss off” you hit his hand weakly trying so hard to ignore his scent. You suppose in his line of work you have to be prepared for everything, literally. His eyes flashed gold and you shivered a bit.

“I haven’t had a heat in years because I met you idiots!” You snapped wishing this would stop.

“You know what happens when an omega doesn’t have a heat in years” you mumbled. His attention snapped when low growling came on the porch, John touched your knee before standing up and peeking outside. The wolf left though and John came back, taking off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders. You just buried yourself in the jacket, breathing in its scent making you sigh contently. It worked for five minutes till your need clouded again. John was trying to call Dean probably or Sam. He rummaged the house while you stuck to the stairs.

His mind was reeling, two omegas in one house but he didn’t care for the other sitting on the couch frightened. No you, you smelt like heaven on earth, he saw the way your whole body shuddered when he tugged you to him. The way you instantly wrapped his jacket around you tighter and breathed in his scent. The forced heat would hit harder, he knew you surpassed every year and that’d take its toll now. You were unfocused, in a daze and he wanted nothing more than to take you on the stairs. He was having extreme struggles with self control, jeans too tight and his senses clouded by you. You were whimpering softly whether you knew you were doing it or not, they drove him mad too. God he hoped Dean or Sam avoided it or were figuring out a way to kill the son of a bitch that did this.

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Supernatural Masterlist 2

Dean Winchester & Little Sister!Reader:

Sweet

Too Much

My Hero

Hold Me

My Job

Strong Enough

Need

Here For (big sister version)

Here For (little sister version)

Not You

Tickle…Spider?

Trade

Let You Down

Trust

Cuddle Buddy

Addiction

Dean’s Girl

Target Practice

Wandering

Face Your Fears

Sam Winchester & little sister!reader

Worry

Triggers

Abandon

Winchester Brothers & little sister!reader

Reunion

Reunion part 2

Book Dragon:

Girls’ Night:

Busted

Apple Pie

You’ll Never Guess

Family

Sleepyhead

Queen of Hell

It’s Me

Save Me, Brother

Steak and Pie

Jolly Holidays

Man’s Best Friend

My Turn

Sick Day

Confessions

Cuddle Day

Psych

The Loudest Silence

In Remembrance

Room for Two

Almost

A Broken Outing

Be Here

Hide and Seek

Always

Seat Belts Save Lives

Back Off

Heat of the Moment

No Big Deal

Party Time

Bring Me to Life

Universal Love

Something to Hold Onto (Sam & big sister, Dean & little sister)

Search and Rescue

Hope

Furry Friend

Bullies

Stupid Reasons

Heatwave

Love Language

The Family Business

All the Difference

Another

Useless

Band-Aids and Biker Gangs

John Winchester & daughter!reader

Princess

Rage Monster

One Big Family

To Save a Life

Long Day

Team Free Will 2.0 & Winchester!reader

67

One Big Family

Team Free Will & Winchester!reader

Best Friends

The Good In You

Prom Night

Big Family

Fight Club, Part 2

Bed time

Like Father, Like Daughter

Castiel & Winchester!reader (platonic)

Guardian Angel

Caretaker

Let It Out

Take Care

Dean Winchester & Daughter!reader

Quality Time

Daddy’s Girl

Hexed?

Sam Winchester & Daughter!reader

Just Like You

Hotheads

Dean Winchester x reader

Opposites React (rugby player au)

Sam Winchester x reader

Home Sweet Home

Gabriel & Winchester!reader (platonic)

Trickster’s Pet, part 2

Rowena Macleod & Winchester!reader (platonic)

Auntie Row

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After the rain

Summary: You run into an alpha.

Pairing: Alpha! (AU) John Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: fluff, meet cute, May–December romance, flirting, a/b/o

Written for: Winter Break Advent: Day 5 - Meet Cute (couple)

Written for: @j3bingo (former JDM omega verse bingo): Square 6: Free Space – Meet Cute

Written for: @anyfandomfluffbingo: Square 8: The Olive Theory

Words: 1130+  

It wasn’t in your plans to lose your composure in public and cry. Especially not at a wedding that isn’t yours.

Maybe it’s because you watched your ex gets all cozy with your best friend, or the fact that now that your cousin is married you are the last unmated omega in your family.

You never gave much about tradition and getting married or mated before turning thirty. Some omegas even freak out if they don’t find a mate before they turn twenty. You never were this kind of omega.

But now that you sit at the table, cheering for a cousin you haven’t seen in years, tears roll down your cheeks.

“Aw, you are moved to tears from the speech,” your aunt coos. She smiles and pats your hands. Your aunt is proud of her daughter, and you don’t have the heart to tell her that your tears have nothing to do with your cousin’s wedding.

“It’s a,” you choke on your tears, “very moving speech. I’m sorry.” You lie and give her a cracked smile. “She must be very happy.”

“My dear, I’m sure you’ll find your mate,” she says. You know that your aunt means well, but she just added another stab to your vulnerable heart. “The right young man is waiting just around the corner.”

You’d like to roll your eyes at her words. Your mate doesn’t wait around the corner. And you won’t meet him at any moment. “Sure,” you say, and force a smile on your face.

“Where are you going?” She asks when you get up from your chair. The speeches are over, and people are busy stuffing food into their mouths.

“I need to use the toilet,” you whisper. “I’ll be right back.” Another lie easily rolls off your tongue.

The truth is that your stomach churns, and you’d like to throw up watching your ex-boyfriend nip at your friend’s neck. If you don’t leave the room now, you’ll do something you regret.

It’s worse enough that you cried. You won’t give them the satisfaction and watch you lose control. Even though you’d like to scratch her eyes out.

You try not to run out of the room but walk fast enough to struggle not to slip on the floor. Goddamn high heels. Why did you have to choose the most uncomfortable shoes you own to wear today out of all days?

“Fuck,” you almost made it out of the room when you slip and end up face first in someone’s chest. “Great. My fucking luck!”

“Watch out, doll,” he easily helps you steady your wobbling legs. He gives you a warm smile and chuckles as you stare at him with wide eyes. “You good? Did you hurt your ankle?” His eyes drop to your feet, and he shakes his head at your choice of shoes. “These shoes are no good. You could easily break your neck.”

“You are telling me,” you huff. “I had to wear them because of the wedding but-“ you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “I’m hiding a pair of sneakers in my bag.”

He smirks at your admission. “So, do you often run away from weddings to crash into people?”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you splutter as you take your time to drink his appearance in.

The man catching your fall is very handsome. Sadly, he’s older than you, at least twenty years. His salt’n’pepper beard, the grey in his hair, and the lines around his eyes tell you so. Which means that he’s likely married or at least mated.

You sigh. This is not the right place nor the time to mourn the loss of a man you didn’t have in the first place. “It’s fine. I love getting run over by a pretty dame. How about I help you get a drink? You look thirsty. I guess I’m too hot to handle and you need water.”

Giggling at his corny pick-up line you consider him. “If you invite a lady for a drink, it should be at least a Martini.”

“Dry or extra dry?” He cocks a brow.

“I guess in your presence no woman stays dry,” you bluntly reply, making him chuckle. His cheeks turn pink, but he plays it cool. Damn him. He makes you drop your gaze to look at his hands to search for a ring.

“Cute,” he remarks. “I bet you taste even sweeter.” Oh, he’s a player. “Name’s John, doll. What’s yours?”

“Y/N,” you hold out your hand and give him your sweetest smile. If he wants to play, who are you to tell him to stop? “Nice to meet you, John.”

“Dito, sweetness,” he shakes your hand and holds it a little longer than needed. His thumb brushes over your skin, making you shudder. “Now, let’s get you a drink. We want you to stay hydrated.”

“What are you doing?” He watches you take the olive picks out of your drink to place them on a napkin. “Don’t waste them.”

Your eyes widen when he takes the olive pick to drop the olives in his mouth. “You like olives?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and flashes you an irresistible smile. “You hate them, I assume.”

“Yes and…I mean…” You lick your lips as John takes a sip of his drink. “Did you ever hear of the olive theory John?”

“No.” He cocks a brow at your question. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“It’s…forget it.” You shake your head. “It’s nonsense.”

“It was important enough for you to mention it, Y/N. Come on, tell me about it. I don’t want to get my glasses out to search for it on my phone.”

“Okay,” you lick your lips. “If you laugh about me, I’ll go.”

“I promise not to laugh, doll.”

“There was this show. It’s called…” You clear your throat. “That doesn’t matter. There was this cute couple. One of them hated olives, but the other one loved them. One of their friends developed the theory that this fact makes them a great couple. A perfect balance, you know.”

John nods thoughtfully. He looks at the abandoned olive pick, considering your words. “I’m much older than you, doll. Do you know what you get yourself into when you tell me things like that?”

“No, but enlighten me,” you take the glass out of his hand to take a sip. “It’s only a theory from a TV show.”

“Hmmm…maybe we should test the theory,” he takes the drink out of your hand to down it. “How about we get out of here? We could go for a walk.”

“Maybe after you got me another drink,” you lean closer to run your hand over his hand. “I’m not a girl for one night.”

“Of fucking course not,” he grins. “You’re a keeper…”

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Smoke Eater - Epilogue

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

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AN: We made it, friends. 🥹

Word Count: 2,800 Tags/Warnings: Fluff and feels, that is all.

Epilogue: “Easy as Pie”

The week after the incident at Stull Storage, John, Sam, Dean, and Eileen sat down to a family dinner that you cooked in the brothers’ apartment. Aside from Eileen, all of you had injuries in one form or another (but even Sam’s shiner was healing up nicely). 

For dessert, you were a bit nervous as you brought out a freshly baked apple pie. Dean caught you mentally bracing yourself before you set it down on the table. He shot you a reassuring smile.

“Looks great,” he said.

Your returning smile was tentative as you divvied out the first piece. Dean was just a bit disappointed when you handed it to John. His eyes followed the plate.

You smiled more genuinely, and made sure the next generous piece you cut was for your boyfriend.

After everyone was served, you sat down with your own plate and encouraged them all to dig in. Forks hit the crumbly top and cinnamon apple filling, and there were collective hums of pleasure throughout the room.

You brightened and glanced over at the rest of the table. John looked contemplative. His fork rested on the plate for a moment.

He gave a rare smile. “That’s some damn good pie.” 

Sam nodded. “For sure.”

Dean looked over at you after he’d already demolished half of his serving. A smile spread across his face.

“Best slice of pie since I can remember,” he said, giving you a wink.

Both of you knew the weight of that review. It humbled you, making you blush.

You smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, rough with stubble.

“I guess this recipe’s a keeper then,” you said.

He hummed in agreement. When he went in for a real kiss, it was sweet indeed.

From then on, you all spent the evening talking, eating, laughing, with you and Sam drinking wine and everyone else their beer. You updated them on Andréa and Benny, who were planning their trip to Greece in a few months.

"We should take a vacation," Dean pointed out, gesturing around the table. "All of us."

Sam raised his brows at his brother. "Oh yeah? Where would you wanna go?"

Dean thought about it for a moment. He glanced at you, and found you smiling.

"The beach," he said. "Somewhere warm and chill, with those fancy little umbrellas in your drink."

"Hmm...I like that," you said, as your smile grew. Tropical, relaxing, a warm sun on your face, and your boyfriend in some board shorts. You could definitely go for some of that.

"Sounds nice," Eileen agreed.

"I'll look into some destinations," Sam nodded. Dean nudged his brother's shoulder.

"One word, dude. Maui."

Sam snorted. "We can't afford Maui."

"Hey, you never know, man! Time to check out some Groupons."

"You can't get a Groupon to go to Hawaii," Sam said. His face was scrunched in what Dean liked to call, his "Know It All" face.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean shot back. "There's a friggin' Groupon for everything nowadays!"

Of course, that devolved into a familiar sibling argument that was only disrupted when John broke into the conversation. He admitted something shocking—that he was taking some time off work, for the first time since he took his sons camping when they were kids. Sam and Dean teased the workaholic for finally "slowing down" in his old age, but it was all in good fun.

You and Eileen shared a knowing look. It all felt as close to family as you’d had in a long time.

And for Dean, it felt like he could breathe again. He’d gotten a text shortly after dessert—from Cas.

Jo made it into the Police Academy. She starts training in a few weeks.

Dean’s lips quirked with a smile.

How do you know?

I’ll be instructing a couple of her classes. Firearm Safety and Weapons Training.

Dean nearly laughed.

Good luck, buddy. Try not to get your ass shot.

To which Cas replied:

My ass will be nowhere within range, I assure you.

Dean did chuckle at that. When you turned to him and asked what was so funny, he just shook his head and grabbed onto your hand on the table.

“Nothin’. I’m good,” he said. He pressed your knuckles to his lips. “I’m real good.”

You smiled at that.

Later that night, Dean walked his father to the door while you and Sam were locked in a trivia game, and Eileen tried to play mediator between two very competitive nerds.  

“Dad,” Dean said.

John stopped with a hand on the door, turning back to his eldest.

Dean paused to gather his thoughts, but he eventually grasped his father’s arm and met his gaze.

“Just wanted to say thank you, for what you did for her,” he said, discreetly nodding at you. He kept his voice quiet. “You protected her when I couldn’t.”

John paused, seeming surprised. His brows furrowed as he shook his head.

“You don’t need to thank me for that, son,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” Dean insisted. He’d heard every bit of that conversation between John and Daniel in that warehouse. His father had been willing to lay down and die for you, not a moment’s hesitation.

Cas was right, Dean had realized. His father did have a line.

John let out a breath. “What matters is we made it here.”

Dean nodded, though he dimmed.

“Yeah, came with one hell of a price tag.”

It still weighed heavily on him, what he’d had to do to end Daniel Savage. In the end, John had lied on his statement of the events. He’d taken responsibility for grabbing Daniel’s gun and shooting him between the eyes.

“It’s the only thing I can do to keep you out of this,” John had told his son. “Should’ve been my hand anyway.”

Dean appreciated what his dad had done to protect him from the law, and his career, but it still made him feel dirty. A strike to his integrity as a first responder, and as a man. That was something he’d just have to deal with, along with everything else.

John distracted him, however, by gripping his shoulder this time.

“You saved my life, Dean,” he said. And with a hint of a smile, “It’s what you’re good at.”

Dean met his dad’s gaze. He wasn’t quite able to smile back, but there was new warmth in his chest.

“Oh,” said John, raising a finger. “Before I forget…”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver engagement ring with a small stone. To Dean, it looked familiar…

When it finally struck him what this was, he looked up at John in surprise. Dean glanced back to make sure you weren’t looking before he tentatively took the ring.

“Is this…Mom’s?” he asked.

John nodded. “The stone’s nothing special. You might wanna get it reset. Sam already figured out his uh…situation on his own. Maybe you want to find your own too.”

Dean knew what he meant. Sam had bought a ring last year, but he'd proposed to Eileen just a few days ago. They were already planning to get married a year from now, along with buying their first house together.

Dean examined the ring he held with a softer smile.

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he said.

He didn’t know yet if you two were ready for that step. A lot had happened in such a short amount of time…but he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

He had time to do things right with you.

A few months later, Dean’s medical leave ended. He was physician-approved for duty, psych evaluation and all. He showed up for his shift bright and early.

He entered the doors of Firehouse 25 to a host of his friends and makeshift family cheering, complete with cheesy streamers and an even cheesier cake that Meg held. On the top was scrawled: Good Job Cracking Your Head.

“A smoke eater returns to the house!” Benny remarked with a grin. “Good to see ya, brother.”

He clapped Dean heavily enough on the back that it earned a grunt and a laugh out of him.

“You too, man,” Dean replied.

Meg set down the cake on the table and was the next one to playfully punch him in the shoulder.

“You have a nice little vacation?” she teased.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, complete with bottomless margaritas and little umbrellas.”

She smirked, but she was still earnest when she touched his arm.

“Welcome back.”

Dean chuckled. “Ooh, now I know you missed me.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she waved a dismissive hand at him. Chuck and Jack gave more sincere well wishes, with the latter actually hugging Dean. He’d tolerated it with a smile.

Gordon clapped him on the shoulder once Jack was finally done, and Dean sent the Candidate off with a bright smile on his face.

Gordon smiled. “Welcome back, Lieutenant.”

Dean nodded and shook the other man’s hand. “Thanks for holdin’ down the fort, man.”

“No problem,” Gordon said. “Any time you wanna go on sabbatical, you just let me know. Acting Lieutenant’s almost better than the real deal. It’s not as much paperwork.”

Dean chuckled, but before he could sling back a retort, the alarm went off. There was a working house fire downtown, according to the dispatcher in the overhead speaker.

Bobby appeared in the hall and clapped his hands once.

“All right, gear up. We’re startin’ off the day right,” he said. He gave Dean a look that was somehow both pleased to see him and stern at the same time. Bobby addressed him with a point of his finger.

“See me in my office before the end of shift,” he said. “We’ve got somethin’ to talk about.”

A few days later, Dean had the rare pleasure of welcoming you home from work on his day off. You trudged into the apartment with several bags and rolling a cooler behind you. He got up from the couch and grabbed some of the bags for you on your way to the kitchen.

“How did it go?” he asked, reaching out a hand to rub some flour off your cheek. You smiled brightly.

“Well, there was a little snafu with the mini quiche, but they loved the menu I proposed. They want me to cater the whole wedding!” you said.

“Whoa, that’s a lotta food,” Dean remarked. Once you’d dumped the rest of your stuff on the kitchen table, he slid an arm around your waist and brought you flush against him, earning a squeal from you.

You clung to his shoulders. “You still on for being my official taste tester?”

He stared at you with mock offense.

“Uh, obviously. Mini quiche are my weakness,” he teased. “Just another form of pie, far as I’m concerned.”

You giggled into his lips as he claimed you for a kiss. It was both sweet, and a bit naughty as his hands moved to squeeze your ass. His words were no less heartfelt.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart,” Dean said. “I really am.”

 You smiled and stroked his cheek in answer.

The Monday morning after that family dinner a few months ago, you’d quit your job at Savage & Co. After a month of wracking your brain and your savings, you decided to start your own catering business.

It was your way of starting small, to try and get people in this town to know you for your food and baked goods. And maybe, if you were successful enough, you’d be able to open up your own bakery in a couple of years.

For once, you were going after what you truly wanted…but now, your career was only part of it.

You hadn’t forgotten your conversation with Dean about what he wanted for his future: of getting married someday, and having a family. Something he could build for himself. 

Not only did you want that for him, but you’d begun to crave that for yourself as well: a family of your own.

Realistically, you knew that part was years away for you and Dean. However, you had that in the back of your mind. Having your own business had always been your dream, but sometimes your dream could adjust. 

Or, it could become something new.

You’d also sold your grandparents’ house. You had contemplated going back, but you didn’t want to be reminded of how the police and the Arson Department had torn it apart after Daniel Savage threatened your life. You didn’t want to be reminded of where both of your grandparents died.

You loved that house, but you also knew it was time to let it go…

Because you finally understood what your grandfather had tried to tell you months ago.

A house did not make a home. And now, you’d managed to make a new one.

For his part, Dean had been happy to have you stay in his apartment. Sam was getting ready to move out in a few months anyway, as he and Eileen were deep into house hunting and planning their wedding.

“So…I’ve gotta tell you something,” said Dean, after he parted from your lips for a moment, and allowed you to breathe. His tone made you tilt your head in suspicion.

“It’s nothing bad,” he said, though he looked a bit nervous.

Your brows furrowed. You led him to the couch, where he held your hands in his. It took him a moment to get started. He seemed stuck on what he wanted to say, or maybe just how he wanted to say it.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it,” you teased.

Dean gave you a smile. His shoulders relaxed a little.

“They want to promote me to Captain,” he said.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes went wide.

“They? Who’s they?” you asked.

Dean blew out a breath and scratched at the small scar on the side of his head.

“Apparently it came from the Battalion Chief.”

He explained that the Fire Department had gotten the full debrief from both Sam and John about Dean’s involvement in ending the serial arsons and murders committed by Nick and Daniel Savage. Without you and Dean, they wouldn’t have figured out Azazel’s identity, let alone stopped his criminal enterprise.

You smiled wide with excitement as you held Dean’s face in your hands.

“That’s amazing!” you said. You pulled him in for a hug. Though he held you back, you soon realized that you were happier than he seemed to be. You pulled back and carded your fingers through his hair, earning his gaze.

“What’s wrong, baby? This is great news!”

Dean’s lips pursed. “I don’t know. I broke ranks and defied a direct order at the Savage & Co. fire. And at the warehouse, I was even more reckless. I don’t want to be promoted for disobeying orders.”

You frowned at that, even as you continued to stroke through his hair.

“What did Bobby tell you?” you asked.

Once again, Dean sighed. He’d been called into Bobby’s office a few days ago, after his first shift back at 25.

He’d surprised the hell out of Dean.

“Did you break ranks that day, and put not just yourself, but Benny and the rest of your men in danger?” Bobby said. “You bet your ass.”

Dean averted his gaze. He stood with his hands drawn behind his back, willing to take whatever punishment the Chief saw fit.

“But,” Bobby continued. His fingers tapped on his desk, where he sat on the edge across from Dean. “It wasn’t fair of me to stop you from lookin’ for your girlfriend.”

Dean’s attention sharpened at that, and he frowned in confusion. Bobby didn’t apologize. Ever.

“Sir?” Dean asked uncertainly.

Bobby softened the slightest bit. He heaved a sigh.

The man was a widower, but he still wore his wedding ring. He toyed with it now on his finger.

“We could’ve radioed in with the other teams already at work. I could’ve paired half of your team with the top floor units. But in the heat of the moment, I made a judgment call,” Bobby said, leveling Dean with a look. “As a leader, you’ll continue makin’ mistakes. You’ll make the wrong call. It’s how you learn to keep leading that matters. And there ain’t a person in this house that wouldn’t have gone up to pull your fool head outta that fire.”

Dean stayed quiet in his discomfort. He still wasn’t entirely sure why Bobby was telling him all of this.

“That being said, this is coming from the top,” Bobby said. His gruffness was back. He took a folder off his desk and handed it to Dean. “Here’s the next step, if you choose to accept it.”

You were crying by the end of his story. Dean cupped your cheek and caught your tears with his thumb. You grabbed that hand and gently squeezed.

“He believes in you, Dean,” you said. “So do I. And it’s my turn to be so damn proud of you.”

Dean graced you with a smile for that one. Yours brightened. You moved off the couch and slid into his lap, twining your arms around his neck. Dean welcomed you with an arm around your waist and a hand sliding up your jean-clad thigh.

“Guess I’m gonna have to get used to calling you Captain,” you said with a smirk.

Captain Winchester, Dean considered, rolling the weight of it around in his mind.

He chuckled. “Okay, maybe I'm liking the sound of that.”

“Mhmm, that’s what I thought,” you said, shortly before you pressed your lips to his. He squeezed your hip while your deft fingers once again slipped into his hair. With each new kiss, Dean felt more of his uncertainty melt away.

A new thought occurred to him then. It made him start to grin against your lips, and you parted from him.

“What?” you asked in amusement.

Dean slipped a hand into his pocket, where he felt the outline of his mother’s newly resized ring.

“Hey,” he said. Your brows drew together in suspicion at the gleam in his eye. 

“Hey, yourself,” you quipped. 

Dean breathed in deep, steeling himself. He looked into your eyes, and he smiled. 

“I’ve got a question for you.”

AN: ...And I think we all know what her answer was. ❤️‍🔥

I can't believe it! I started posting this story on September 15, the beginning of Hispanic Heritage Month. Almost four months later, we finally made it to the end of Smoke Eater. 🥹

Thank you to all of you who've been following along at any point of the journey. Your comments and feedback have truly touched me, and have helped keep me going! 💕

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round and round the garden (1)

sam winchester x fairy!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: soulmate!au (partners share scars), fem!reader, limited use of y/n, timeline is foggy but we’re working with s8 sam lookwise, reader is a creature, implied age gap (reader is early 20's), reader is uber tooth-rottingly sweet, highkey dumbification of sam winchester, references to thick reader (everyone cheered) but can be ignored, dean being dean, destiel is canon, animals, canon warnings (child kidnapping, violence ect.)

an: literally just wanted to write something fantastical and cutesy so here it is !!! this is part 1 of (probably) 4 :))) let me know if you want to be added to taglist <33 love y’all

summary: the case was bizarre, but no aspect more so than the “witch” at the end of town with the prettiest goddamn face Sam had ever seen and the long pink scar up her arm that matched his own.

part two part three part four

The house wasn't big.

If Sam could really call it a house.

It was more like a cottage, reminding him of children's illustrated stories he never had the childhood to read. Of picnics and fireplaces.

The cottage dazzled like a water colour painting: green shrubbery seeping into every corner of the canvas, with lush pink and orange and yellow fruit speckled across the page.

Creeping around it, wrapping it's branches over the house like an arboreal hug: was the largest tree Sam had ever laid eyes on. The trunk was almost as wide as the street they were parked on and it's leaves draped low over the windows peeking from inside. It stood like a monolith against the backdrop of the forest leering behind it.

The line of trees were inched back just enough to almost convince Sam that this tree, the one engulfing your cottage, made them nervous.

A stone footpath lead to the door.

"I-- looked away for just one minute ..." the woman was inconsolable.

Jenny Perez sobbed into the arm of her couch. Her sister leered in the doorway.

Sam and Dean watched her from the couch over.

"Ma'am," Sam stepped carefully. "We know this isn't easy, but are you sure you didn't see anything in the moments leading up to Manny's disappearance? Even anything ... strange?"

Washington State. Five kids. Two months. Missing.

Each snatched out their gardens where they played.

Sam and Dean had been in Illinois on the tail end of a wendigo hunt when the news of a sixth missing kid blew far enough across the country to land a tiny column on the front page of the Chicago Tribune.

Manny Perez (7) was taken from the backyard of his home this past Sunday night in Fernglade, Washington.

His mother, Jenny Perez (38), said she heard rustling in the bushes behind their house and her son laughing before going to take some food out of the oven. When she returned, her son had disappeared.

Sure it was a terrible story, but regardless, it didn’t arouse enough suspicion out of either Winchester to make it their problem. To convince them it was anything more than a 53-year old psychopath holding children in his basement.

Not until Dean found the entry. The one in John’s journal.

He’d been looking for a passage he swore was in there on wendigo hunting seasons when the ruggedly clipped article fell from between it’s pages.

“Sammy …” he’d flashed him the clip, “look familiar?”

Several articles actually: eight kids missing from the little town of Fernglade. Every Autumn, every twenty years out of some poor mother’s backyard. John had only scribbled one lonely note amongst all the newspaper staining: THE TREES

“No! It’s like I told the police … I just heard him laughing.” Her voice came out as broken shards between the heaving and the hands clutched close against her chest. “I thought I heard another child’s voice, but that was—”

“Jenny, enough.” Sandra Perez piped up from the doorway, clearly enflamed. She turned from her sister to face the brothers on the couch. “What my sister is refusing to consider, and what the rest of us know to be true, is that Manny was taken by that witch.”

“Hermana … she isn’t a witch—”

“A witch?” Dean’s calibre had twisted to intrigued.

“She lives on the edge of town. By the forestline.” Sandra’s arms were crossed tightly. “Jenny always used to let Manny go afternoons out there, God knows why—”

“A lot of the neighbourhood kids did too.” Jenny interrupted, desperate in her approach: hands outdrawn. “She’s not a … a witch. She’s a bit strange but the kids loved her and she was kind to them—”

“And now look. All those children are gone, Jenny.”

The woman deflated back into the couch again, her tear-soaked sleeves came up to find purchase against her cheeks again. They muffled a sob.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. Dean shrugged with a look that said “maybe?”

Dean turned to the sister, “What has you convinced that this woman is a witch?”

Sanda Perez looked affronted by the question. Like Dean had slapped her clean across the face.

“Oh! Well she’s … there’s always things burning at that house and people have said they’ve heard … like, chanting at night over there.” She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, grasping at the straws of gossip that had dripped down to her willing ears. “And her house is strange and she’s always in the forest at night when it’s unsafe. Who knows what … what rituals she’s doing out there!”

The brothers nodded. “Sure. Would you mind giving us that address?”

Now that Sam was faced with the house, getting his first view through the grimy passenger side window, he’d stray from the description of “strange”. He might have agreed that “enchanted” or “mystical” fit the description of the cottage better if he didn’t resent the magic clichés.

Dean’s finger pressed into the open journal page, tapping along the stained ink of John’s nearly illegible handwriting. THE TREES.

“Now that’s a tree if I’ve ever laid eyes on one.” He leaned over so his eyes could find the top of the tree from under the cover of the car.

Sam nodded. Something felt off when he watched the house, his stomach was twisting up past his other organs in his throat.

“I don’t know man …” his finger reached up to tug at the collar choking him at the neck. Maybe the fed suit wasn’t helping. “Something feels weird about this place.”

Dean scoffed loudly. He picked up the takeaway cup from the centre console, coffee long cold, and slugged the last of it down in one long sip. He surfaced again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Every place we go to is weird.” It was clear he didn’t share the sentiment. “I’m sure we’ve faced worse.”

He unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Well, come on. Let’s go meet this witch.”

Despite Sandra Perez’ less than convincing account of the “witch” at the end of town, it was still worth a visit to know who the townsfolk had decided was guilty in the matter of several counts of child kidnapping. How evil and vile of a person they must be.  

The air was crisp outside the car and the further they ventured up the path, the more delightful the aroma became. There was a thin string of smoke curling from behind the house, it carried a warm woody scent and the tussles of flowers lining the bannister of the porch was making Sam’s head spin happily. He managed a small smile.

“Nice garden.” He whispered offhand.

Dean seemed unconvinced, eyes flashing over the shrubbery with skepticism. “Yeah, well don’t get too close to anything. And don’t touch anything either.”

The door was tall, intimidating and clearly made of some fancy wood. It was slot between the white brick on the face of the house. The feeling from the car had only tripled on the walk up and Sam had his hand against his stomach. He could feel his blood rushing past his ears.

“Dean, I’m really not sure about—”

Dean’s fist connected with the door three times. Curt and professional, like a fed’s would be.  

There was an obvious shuffle behind the door, by then each beat of Sam’s heart was like a foghorn against his vibrating ribs and for a moment he was sure he was going to be sick.

Suddenly, there was sniffle by the foot of the door. A dog? And a voice, caressed gently by a giggle, ushering the animal away.

Sam’s brain was swelling too large for his head, the doorknob creaked from inside – his fists grew ice cold – with a soft grunt, the door was pulled ajar …

It stopped.

With a smile that knocked the wind clean out of Sam’s lungs, you greeted. “Good morning, gentlemen.”

Warmth flooded back in to his palms and the thumping of his head cooled to a dizzy buzz. The nausea subsided to a hot bubbling.

Your frame took up the doorway. It seemed to fizzle around the edges, glimmering like light off a rippling pond.

Sam’s eyes slipped down your body like warm coffee down his throat. Your face was gentle, eyes round and wet beneath a set of suffocatingly black eyelashes. Wide-set thighs rippled all the way down to soft calves and pink painted toenails.

A cream crochet top reached over the expanse of your shoulders, sloping down where the rugged sleeve edges hung off your palms, a sparkling green skirt flirted at the top of your thighs. It’s silk ruffles shivered with your every breath.

If he was momentarily able to lift his eyes from you, which he most definitely was not, maybe he'd notice how Dean didn't seem even moderately as amazed as he was. That might have been the first sign if he did.

"Good afternoon ma'am, I'm agent Alice. This is my partner agent Cooper." Dean dug out the FBI identification from his jacket pocket, flashing it casually. "We just have a few questions regarding some recent--"

"Oh please," you waved your hand airily, "No need for the semantics. I've been expecting you, lunch is out in the garden."

The sound of your voice was sending waves of warmth through his stomach. Like he was sipping hot cocoa at your every syllable.

The ID in Dean's hand wobbled, his face clenched in confusion. "I-- sorry, what?"

In the shift of Sam’s gaze back up your form, he came to find your eyes set on his.

You smiled again. His tongue felt heavy and half-formed words gurgled at the back of his throat: begging to be spat out.

“I-I’m–“

“I know who you are.”

Your eyes flickered back to Dean and Sam felt hollow at the loss of their warmth.

“Not every day you have the Winchesters at your door, now is it.” You finished, stepping aside to allow them in.

“You know who we are?” Dean’s cadence dropped warily, clearly spearheading the conversation where Sam was finding difficulty. But your figure was already disappearing into the darkness of the house.

Despite his sceptic tone, Dean stepped in quickly after you. Sam trailed behind.

The cottage was warm. At least that was Sam’s first thought.

It was quickly ribbed out the way by the sheer visual of the interior.

There wasn’t a single blank wall or spot on the floor uncovered by carpetry.

Rows of paintings and stacks of photographs lined the space between wooden countertops and cherry red couches. Persian rugs and indoor plants spilled from a technicolour mirage of pots.

Desks were cluttered with books, paint supplies abandoned still wet. A dusty chandelier.

But more striking than the portraits and the vinyls and the rugs and the botany textbooks, were the creatures.

“Just watch for Goose,” she waved vaguely at a moving creature that was quickly nearing Sam’s feet, avoiding Dean’s question. “He won’t bite but he will try lick you—”

For a moment, Sam connected that this had to be the dog at the door. But the dog, Goose, was hardly a dog at all. Only once he was licking a stripe up the strip of bare skin at Sam’s ankle did he realize that … it can’t … that’s a fox.

And that wasn’t the start nor the end of it.

Draped over the couch was the largest snake Sam had ever seen. It was curled into the red frilled cushion, fast asleep. On the countertop, two ferrets were dipping in and out of sight behind the fruit basket. A gecko bathing in a sunspot on top of a stack of books. A flock of white budgies perched between the crystals on the chandelier. Three pairs of brown twitching rabbit ears peeking out from a basket of laundry.

It seemed Dean had also taken stark notice of the menagerie that was the cottage, so distracted that he’d forgone mentioning that his question had gone unanswered.

His finger pointed weakly at down at the white boa on the couch. “That’s … that’s a snake.”

You laughed again and Sam was sure he could get drunk off the sound.

“Nothing gets past you boys, hey?”

You kept walking, motioning for them to follow through another arched door out into the garden behind the house.

“Her name is Lydia. She’ll come join us when she’s awake.”

“I sure as hell hope not …” But it was muttered and Sam gave Dean a stern look for his comment. You didn’t turn back.

The garden behind the house was impossibly even more beautiful than infront. Vines creeped up the outer walls, a lemon tree grew along the underside the of the bigger tree engulfing the house. Shrubs and bushes and stark purple flowers. Your whole patch of land seemed untouched by the fingertips of Autumn that was reaching over the rest of town.

In the middle of it all: sat a small white painted table. You’d lined it with sheer cloth and platters of pastries, sandwiches and cakes.

There were three chairs around it.

“Sit, sit, sit.” You were wringing your hands, a light waft of nervousness fluttering off you. “I didn’t know what exactly you hunters eat or don’t eat … so there’s a little bit of everything–“

“Oh, hell yes.” Dean’s initial skepticism seemed to dissolve at the prospect of food and his ass was in the chair before you had chance to say anything else.

You seemed pleased. 

Sam’s face flushed red. He remembered that he still has yet to say a full sentence in your presence.

“Uh,” you turned to the sound of his voice. “T-Thank you.”

The speckles of light through the canopy of the trees drifted over your face. Sam had never noticed that on a person before.

He’d also never paid much mind to people’s hair. Not before yours. It looked like something ripped off the cover of a fashion magazine from the 70’s.

“You’re so very welcome.” Your voice was kind. “It’s more of an indulgence. I haven’t had guests in a while, not since …”

It faded off. “Well, not for a while.”

Jewels jingled around your neck, crystals wrapped in black string: dipping low down between the swell of your breasts that was just visible above the hemline—

Sam quickly swung his gaze back to the table where Dean was scarfing down an icing covered puff pastry.  

His brother was making wildly animalistic groans over the taste. For a moment, it was the only noise filling the space against the shiver of the trees in the midday gust.

Sam didn’t know where to find his tongue. He couldn’t get himself to step away from you.

“Coffee or tea, boys? I have it inside warming on the stove.”

“Coffee.” Dean responded blurrily around a mouthful. You turned to Sam again.

“I—just, I’m—coffee is good.”

You nodded. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

He watched your figure retreat towards the house. The nausea was bubbling back into view.

“This is some fucking good cake.”

When your frame had disappeared back into the house, Sam turned back to his brother who was cleaning remnants of a second pastry off his plate with a tiny fork.

He quickly neared him, pulling out the chair across from him hastily.

“Dean, have you even considered the possibility that this food is poisened?”

Dean’s face twisted to a grimace, but only for a fraction of a moment before shrugging. “Hey. Worse ways to go.”

But Sam was shaking his head. The dizziness had returned.

“Do you feel sick? I’ve been feeling like … like off since we first step foot on this property.”

Dean watched him with hooded eyes, gaze flickering between his brother and the sliced ham and cucumber sandwich resting at the top of a nearby plate.

“Is that your explanation for the fool you’ve been acting since we walked in the door?”

Looking up from wiping sweaty palms down his trousers, Sam stalled. “W-What?”

“Exactly.” Dean gave in, reaching for the sandwich. “You haven’t been able to string three fucking words together since we got here.”

“I—she’s a witch, Dean.” Sam pressed. “I think she put like a … a spell o-or a hex on me!”

“She couldn’t have done that in the five minutes we’ve been here.”

“She knows who we are, she could’ve hexed our motel room.”

“Looks to me like someone has a crush—"

But Sam’s face was earnest. And maybe turning a little cherry red at the accusation. “Dean.”

Dean huffed. “Fine, fine, we’ll interrogate her and see what she says. If she’s a witch, we just gank her. Problem solved.”

“But—”

The sound of footsteps were reapproaching. The brothers fell quiet.

“Here we go.” Ringed fingers clinked against the side of an ornate red pot where you leaned over Sam’s shoulder. Steaming black liquid slipped into the teacup resting against it’s matching saucer in front of him.

His breath caught in his throat.

“You like the sandwiches?” You aimed at Dean.

He nodded, “Yeah, great stuff.”

You rounded the table and Sam worked hard not to make eye contact with the expanse of thigh peeking up at him as you moved.

“I have to admit, I really wish you’d brought along your angel.” You poured into Dean’s cup.

His head flickered up at the comment. “Cas?”

“I’m a big fan of his.” Your voice buzzed with eagerness, “The whole rebellion against heaven thing. I thought it was really cool.”

To label Cas "his angel" was a fair assessment. The matching fleshy red handprint on each of their chests had confirmed it a long time ago.

Dean nodded slowly. “I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”

You smiled and it made Sam’s stomach contents bubble again. He was starting to worry that maybe you really had cursed him.

The chair grumbled against the grass where you pulled it out. “Right, so I’m assuming you guys are here to question me? Kill me maybe?”

Awkward silence fell. Dean and Sam exchanged glances.

“Uh—”

“Well—”

Between another bout of laughter, you poured your own cup. “Don’t worry. You’re not the first, probably not the last.”

Dean took a long enough break from scarfing food down his gullet to look up at you. “Yes. To question you, for now.”

You nodded. Eyes finding Sam.

“What about you, Bigfoot? Here to kill me?”

Sam reached deep to find his voice again. “Uhm, just a few questions.”

Smiling, you sat further back in your chair. “Great. Go right ahead then.”

“How do you know who we are?” Dean leapt right in, repeating what had been previously left unanswered.

“Someone like me’s gotta know when hunters are moving in and out of town, don’t you think?”

“Someone like you?”

“Yep.” You nodded, seemingly unwilling to offer more than what was being asked.

Sam leaned forward. “So you are a witch then.”

You chuckled under your breath, leaning forward to stir your coffee as if he hadn’t tossed an accusation in your lap. “I see you’ve been speaking to people around town.”

Nobody answered.

So you filled the space again.

“No, I’m not a witch. Slimy bunch them, but then again, I guess you’re not too far off.”

“So what then?” Dean’s voice held that rough edge that dripped through when he was growing annoyed.

Grinning, you shrugged.

A chime, like a ringing sleigh bell, filled the space. Sam’s eyes were drawn just past your shoulders where a tall pair of opal pearlescent wings had appeared behind your head.

“No fucking way.”

Sam choked around nothing. There was a long pause, interjected with a long stare between the brothers across your table.

“Fairies don’t … they don’t exist.”

You reached for a sip of your coffee, looking unperterbed. “Dryad, actually. Give it a google.”

The wings shivered against the movement.

"So what," Dean's glare was heated over the set table, "Evil fairy godmother is that it? What did you do with the kids, eat them?"

For the first time since he'd lain eyes on you, Sam could make out a shine of something unkind crossed your features.

You set the teacup down slowly and your eyes met Dean's with the same heat of the sun glaring down into the garden: "I had nothing to do with those children going missing. I loved them."

Sam wanted to interject, but his chest was tight ... a straining grip of guilt was tightening his throat. She's cursed me, she's cursed me, she's cursed me--

"A couple of the parents said their kids used to come visit around here. Visit the witch at the end of town. That true?"

Gathering a breath and another sip from your cup, your face distorted from indignant to disconsolate. Sam could feel the tightness in his chest ebbing.

You nodded.

"Yes. That's true." From behind your seat, accurate to your predictions, the wide white outline of a snake-- of Lydia-- was creeping through the grass.

Dean's eyes fixated on her approach, all way up until she bound the foot of your chair up into your chest. She rested her head there like a lap dog. You stroked a hand over her head like one too.

"They used to come visit," you continued, "after school some days. I'd make them tea and cupcakes, and they'd come to visit my animals. I taught them about the trees."

A fond look had crawled onto your features. There was another tinkle of bells and the wings behind you disappeared.

"Now nobody comes. Parents are scared. They think I'm ... hiding their children in my basement or something."

Dean surveyed you for a few moments, seemingly deciding you were of little enough danger to dare another piece of white chocolate cake.

"Yeah, you can spare us the pity party sister." He muttered around his fork.

Sam sent him a short lived look. "Well, then if it's not you--"

"We haven't yet decided that it's not you, just by the way."

"--then what is it? Surely you have some idea?"

Lydia was curling up around the back of your neck now. Your eyes found Sam's - he momentarily felt like he was melting - and you sighed softly.

"I've heard some things, nothing definitive." Your hand stroked over the section of the snake still draped in your lap. "It's coming from the forest."

"And you heard this where?" Dean's tone dripped with skepticism.

"The trees told me."

Where Sam was sure would normally be laughter echoing from his older brother, instead, his hand stilled over his plate.

THE TREES.

His eyes flickered to Sam. It was quiet. Dad's journal.

"You can speak to trees?" Sam question was clement.

You seemed refreshed by it, watching him for a moment before nodding. "Part of the gig."

Another silence fell. You sighed. Sam could smell Dean's thoughts from across the table.

"Let me get this straight." Dean cleared his throat, leaning forward in his chair. "You're the garden fairy and you're telling us that the trees have something to do with this? Not really working your best angle here, if you ask me."

The garden rustled again. A white duck emerged from one of the bushes followed by a string of ducklings. You shrugged tiredly.

"I'm trying to help." Your voice was soft. Melancholic.

Your hand reached for a strawberry sitting on a tower of others just past Sam's cup, crocheted sleeve slipping back to your elbow to reveal the scores of golden, beaded jangling bracelets and--

Sam's blood ran all the way icy, turning to a slurry in his veins.

"Care to explain that?" Dean's voice came passing over him as if said from the end of a very long corridor.

Twisting your wrist to look, you shook your head. You grabbed the strawberry and brought it to your lips with the other hand.

"Oh, this?" A jagged scar peaked from the edge of your elbow up into the palm of your hand. It shone pink with marred tissue. "You think I got this from kidnapping children?"

Sam's heartbeat was ringing in his ears, he gripped the edge of his seat with whitened knuckles. His eyes chased up to the side of your face, finding the little spot by your eyebrow where ... the end was split with the mark of the edge of a blade in a fight gone wrong.

"Not mine unfortunately." You continued, dissolving the strawberry to pieces between your lips. "My other half's. I swear they're a bull-fighter or a boxer the way they bang me up."

Somewhere a bird chirped. There was a turbo washing machine in Sam's stomach on full blast and he thought he was about to be sick. At the same time, he was washed over by a feeling of inexplicable warmth. Like a cooled stream of bubbling champagne down his gullet. Like how they always said it might feel. Only now he could put a feeling to the talk.

"Listen, if we find out you've got something to do--"

"D-Dean," Sam's voice tripped over pebbles, "We should go."

The hands now released from the edges of his seat were shaking and his palms were scorching.

Dean looked at him, confusion tugging on his hardened face. Sam thought he might argue, but he nodded slowly. Maybe he noticed his brother's red, sweating face. Again, maybe he was just bored.

"Uh, yeah." He started to push the chair out, but his eyes drifted on a ham and cheese sandwich lingering on his plate. He hesitated.

You jumped up quickly, wrapping Lydia like a scarf, all in the same motion. "I've got a box you can take some food, if you'd like? I could just run inside--?"

"That would be great--"

"No, that's really not necessary--"

Your eyes drifted to Sam, waving him off with a smile that buckled his knees now that he was standing. "Don't be ridiculous. Let me go grab them."

Figure disappearing into the house again, Dean surveyed his brother. "What's up with you?"

Sam didn't answer. In fact he didn't say anything at all until you'd returned, Dean had stuffed as many sandwiches and pieces of cake he could fit into the tupperware and you packed Sam a box against his will.

Not as soon as he would have liked, they were standing at the door again out on the porch front.

"We'll be back, probably." Dean quipped officially, but he lifted the box of food all the same. "Oh, and uh ... thanks."

You were smiling again. "Sure. You know where to find me."

Not for the first time that morning, Sam was struggling to peel his gaze off your face. Your eyes were a swirling mess of colour and the light was flickering off of them at him.

"I'll see you around, Bigfoot."

Your shoulder peeked at him from under your top, a deep red welt matching his own left collarbone.

He nodded curtly, turning back down the path even before his brother. His collar was sticky against his neck and his brain was firing off signals the whole walk down, it begged him to turn back.

Dean jogged to catch up.

"What the hell is going--"

Sam slammed the door on him, crashing into the passenger's seat. He began ripping off his suit, the black jacket flung mindlessly into the back of the Impala.

By the time Dean fell into the driver's seat he was already fighting against the button securing the shirt to his right wrist.

"You have been acting all sorts of crazy since we got here, Sammy. What the hell is--"

Sam pried back the sleeve: bunching it at his elbow. He stuck his arm out to his brother.

Dean glanced between his face and his arm only once before pausing. The long jagged scar from his palm up his arm was impossible to miss. The one that sat identical on your arm.

"Oh."

Sam was sucking in deep breaths through his nose.

Dean's eyebrows rose into his hairline. He let off a disbelieving laugh.

"Well, I'll be damned."

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 862

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements , dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo -Dystopian AU

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 They say the third time is the charm, this will be the last rework of the Prologue.

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

North Dakota

1999

John Winchester slowly drove down the snow-covered drive leading to an old warehouse and parked the ‘67 Impala in the back of its busy lot. All three Winchesters silently climbed out and trudged through the accumulated snow to the front entrance. If anyone had given him the choice between being here or hell, John would have picked hell.

Eighty years earlier

A virulent disease accidentally escaped a research lab, and the following pestilence wiped out 70% of the Omega population worldwide. At the same time, Alphas and Betas were predominantly immune and rarely died from it unless they had a chronic illness.

As in ancient times, the remaining Omegas were fought over, resulting in countries declaring martial law and rounded up the remaining Domestic Omegas. Several years later, a treatment was developed but the damage was nearly irrevocable. Betas had begun to reproduce to the point the other sub-genders would be extinct within a few decades.

At a hastily convened conference, the world's leading scientists offered the governing bodies with a short-term, yet controversial, solution: obtain Omegas from the remaining Wild Packs for a breeding program.

They presented evidence that introducing their genetics, relatively unchanged since splitting from their wolf ancestors, into mainstream populations would create a natural immunity against future resurgence and rebalance the sub-genders. Many argued the idea was insane. Those Omegas, or O’s, were too feral, still living as their wolf ancestors did and incapable of being domesticated.

The scientists then demonstrated an implant they developed containing multiple benefits. It would dampen O’s natural aggression and induce presentation from sixteen to thirteen. Domesticated Omegas had been bred down to present their early twenties and produced one pup at a time. The implant would also shorten the time between breeding seasons and increase litter size by controlled ovulation hyperstimulation.

The world leaders drew up a preliminary framework for each country that signed the accord to follow. Over the next thirty years, they would procure Wild Pack O’s for distribution from government-managed facilities, with an addendum upon review it’d be extend in certain regions if deemed necessary. In the Americas, it was called the Hibbing Procurement Act.

Over those years, the populus discovered other uses for the O’s descendants, who developed into their distinct designation called House O’s. Unscrupulous individuals elected lawmakers who supported extension after extension, even installing loopholes, such as permitting Wild Pack Alphas to accept payments under the table from those on the fringes for O’s the government deemed unsuitable for breeding, creating an underground network of sellers called The Dealers.

And who would complain if some O’s slated for legitimate sales accidentally slipped through and sold for exorbitant prices on the underground market?

John knocked on the steel door in a predetermined code. As it slowly rolled open, he glanced at his almost grown pups, thankful they’d taken a dose of rut suppressants earlier because the air was thick with ready-to-breed O scent.

Walking into the building, the younger Winchesters automatically fall back on their training, checking their surroundings for potential danger. John observes to his left buyers on cell phones circling like vultures eight steel cages displaying O’s clad in elaborate silver collars, high-end specimens selling for exorbitant prices.

The rest of the warehouse is an open space with multiple rows of O’s kneeling side by side, leashed to low railings anchored in the concrete floor. They wear color-coded leather collars denoting their monetary value.

“John Winchester, this is a surprise! To whom do I owe the honor of your presence?” The nasal voice of Everett Helms, a black-haired Beta, oozes the fake, cheerful demeanor of a used car salesman approached the trio. Hunters only dealt with Helms because he was reputed to be able to acquire anything they needed..for a price. John had hoped to avoid him, but after eight days of unsuccessful procurement at other facilities, The Dealer was his last option.

Helms held out his hand, and John felt bile rising, not wanting to touch him when a poorly timed footfall caught his attention. “These must be your pups. My, my my, delicious, aren’t they!” Helms remarks as his eyes rove over Dean and then settle on the youngest Winchester calculatingly when a loud, menacing growl fills the air.

Dean's eyes began glowing red, daring the ogling Dealer to make a move on his ever-growing little brother. He felt Sam huddle closer to his back and release his calming pheromone as, judging from their father’s posturing, John was about to tear into Sam for attracting attention after specifically instructing him to stay invisible. Sam quickly averted his gaze down through his shaggy bangs, glaring at his oversized, sneaker-clad feet, again wishing he wasn’t so fucking clumsy with this growth spurt.

Helms turned back to John, acting as if nothing had occurred. “I hear your oldest got himself in a peck of trouble, and he needs an O to stay out of prison. Well, John, may I call you John? You’ve come to the right place. As you can see,” he waved a hand over his domain, “I can supply any type of O an Alpha could wish for.”

Part I

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dean

🦋 thoughts:

jealous dean

dean being afraid of flying

just dean being sexy

dealing with girlfriend's death

reader complimenting dean

dean and only one bed prompt

dean x f!reader with a daughter

giving dean a massage

dad!dean (baby name)

cuddling with dean (hcs)

dean x vampire!reader (hcs)

dating dean winchester (hcs)

slapping his ass out of a blue

dean x childhood friend!m!reader

dean x childhood friend!m!reader part 2

dean x very closed off reader

dean x witch!reader

dean x witch!reader vol. 2

dating season one dean

dean's instagram account

🧸 moodboards:

winchester little sister

dean being boyfriend material

being besties with dean (bi!dean x bi!reader)

🌻 social media aus:

bi!dean x bi!reader (platonic)

sam x dean x winchester!reader ft. castiel

sam x dean x winchester!reader ft. castiel vol. 2

🦉 pov: your camera roll:

if you were dating dean

if you were dating dean (college au)

if you had a sleepover with dean

if you were on a vacation with sam, dean and castiel

🌕 fics:

sam

🌿 thoughts:

sammy boyfriend material

study sleepover with college!sam

husband sam (hcs)

sam if dean and y/n were dating

sam's instagram account

sam x sweet!reader

🐛 moodboards:

sam x witch!reader ++ hcs

winchester little sister

sam x goddess of life!reader

paper rings by taylor swift (lyrics mb)

wildest dreams by taylor swift (lyrics mb)

📗 social media aus:

sam x dean x winchester!reader ft. castiel

sam x dean x winchester!reader ft. castiel vol. 2

🪴 pov: your camera roll:

if you were dating sam

if you were out on a hunt with boyfriend!sam

if you were dating sam (stanford!sam version)

if you were on a vacation with sam, dean and castiel

🌑 fics:

castiel

💜 thoughts:

castiel's instagram account

🔮 moodboards:

castiel x goddess of life!reader

🌌 social media aus:

sam x dean x winchester!reader ft. castiel

sam x dean x winchester!reader ft. castiel vol. 2

🫐 pov: your camera roll:

if you were on a vacation with sam, dean and castiel

🐾 fics:

other characters !!

husband crowley (hcs)

crowley's instagram account

tropes with spn men (sam, dean, cas, crowley, john, jack)

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Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Too Sweet. - innocent/sunshine! GN Reader

Remember That Night? - GN Reader

Begin Again - Fem Reader

Eddie Munson x Reader

Chewing Gum - Hair Stylist! Fem Reader

One shots are anything that is over 1500 words and series will be anything with more than 1 part.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Letters to Dean - a series of letters combined with fic chapters. (Discontinued) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

The Story of Us - Secret Relationship Fem Reader

I Almost Do - Song Fic using “I Almost Do” by Taylor Swift (Finished) Part 1 Part 2

Without You - Secret Relationship Fem Reader

I never do this ** - Stranger! Fem Reader

What are the Chances? ** - Teacher! Fem Reader

Stick to What You Know. - BAU (kinda) Fem Reader

Who Are You Again? - BAU Fem Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader

I’ll do things right this time. ** - Avenger! Fem Reader

John Nolan x Reader

Until I Found You - Fem Reader - Meet Cute

Eddie Munson x Reader

Why Are You In My Head? - Soulmate AU (In Progress) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4**

Expectations - (single mom) Henderson! Reader - Unplanned Pregnancy

I Can't Be Your Friend. - Fem Reader

Like I Talk To Myself. - Fem Reader

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