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More Than A Feeling

Summary: When the Winchester Brothers move in next door, an introverted Y/N is wary. Especially of Sam, who makes her feel like no one ever has before.

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, OFC Jocelyn

Warnings: Non-Hunting AU, Soulmate AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut (Protected Sex)

SAM: NEIGHBORS (@samwinchesterbingo)

FLUFF: SOULMATE AU (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

DEAN: SAM WINCHESTER (@spndeanbingo)

WC: 6513

A/N: So this actually started at over 11,000 words and got edited down. That was not easy. LOL. Feedback is appreciated. : )

“Someone bought the house next door,” Y/N spoke into the phone as she peered out her front window, her gaze glued to two large men unloading the large moving truck, “I hope it’s not a frat house,” she grumbled.

“Aw, why not?” Jocelyn -Y/N’s best and only friend- whined, “Need some decent eye candy in this town.”

“You know I don’t like people,” Y/N noted, finally removing herself from the window, “And I especially avoid men. So that right there is a potential catastrophe,” she complained.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t look. It’s next door, not like they’re moving in with you.”

“Don’t lie,” Y/N accused playfully, “Every time you see a new cute person you go gunnin’ for a handshake just to see if it's them,” she teased.

Jocelyn was obsessed with finding her soulmate. To be fair, everyone was, Y/N was just the introverted hermit that was terrified of it and avoided people as much as possible. When two soulmates touched, their names would appear etched into the skin of the other. Whereas Y/N avoided touch at all costs, Jocelyn found creative ways to touch hands with just about everyone she met.

Jocelyn gasped, “No I don’t…” she mumbled pathetically, “But...ya never know?”

“Well, you can go say hi. I’m going back to work,” she said, ending the call and heading for her in-home office.

A few nights later, Y/N returned from her once-a-week trip into town to run errands, pulling in the driveway and parking her car. Turning off the engine she let out a big sigh, always happy to make it back to the safety and comfort of her home. Movement from her periphery drew her attention when she saw the new neighbors sitting on their front steps with beers. As she exited the car, ready to head inside, one of the men called out to her.

“Hey,” the shorter of the two said as he lightly jogged up to her, his beer in hand and a friendly smile on his face, “I just wanted to introduce myself. My brother and I just moved in next door,” he said, his green eyes sparkling in the dimming day’s light.

Now, there was no denying the green-eyed demi-god before her was utterly delightful - surely one of the most handsome people she’d ever laid eyes on, and that smile was nothing less than deadly - and when she let her eyes wander to the specimen sat back on the porch, she thought she was just going to die right there on the spot.

Just...just stunning.

Too stunning.

“Uh…” she smiled tightly, “Hey, it’s uh...I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated and her heart skipped a little at the sound of it, “I’m Dean,” he added, offering his hand for a shake.

Y/N took in a sharp breath as her eyes landed on the extended hand before her. Handshakes were normal, there was nothing weird about them. You know, other than that ‘Surprise, Soulmate!’ thing. Her hands shook as she realized her hesitation was being noticed. She looked back to his eyes, those mesmerizing eyes that almost seemed to cast a spell over her. Slowly, she lifted her hand, the small shake from her nerves not going unnoticed by Dean.

Dean let out a lighthearted chuckle, easing away the momentary tension before his eyes fell on her hand. He hesitated a moment, a small hopeful smile on his face as he took her hand in his larger one. They shook for a moment, but nothing happened.

“Dean,” she nodded as they released their hold on each other, feeling calmed and relieved after the ‘not my soulmate’ confirmation, “Got it. Um...I better get these things inside.”

“Need help?” he offered.

She looked up from gathering the bags in the backseat, seeing the other -much taller man- approaching with piqued interest from the porch. Something about him, maybe his very aura, seemed to pull her in like a magnetic force and she hadn’t even seen his face, just his approaching silhouette. It made her panic. She glanced back at Dean and shook her head, gathering all of the bags in both arms to only have to make the one trip -escaping before the other man could even get close- and hurried inside.

“See ya around,” Dean shouted after her with a smile and shake of his head.

“Not interested,” Y/N groaned into the phone, talking to Jocelyn once more.

Jocelyn made a point to call Y/N every day, and visit as often as she could as well. She knew that without even that small amount of social interaction, her friend would begin to wilt away from her self-imposed isolation.

“Looking,” Jocelyn emphasized, “Doesn’t require involvement. But, from what you said they seem pretty cool and very non-asshole.”

“I talked to Dean once,” Y/N scoffed, gathering the trash to take outside and checking the back window to make sure it was clear.

She had strategically avoided having to run into either of the new neighbors, managing to avoid meeting the taller man altogether.

“Take a chance,” Jocelyn urged, “At the very least you make a new friend and possibly even a new handyman?”

“You’re terrible,” Y/N sighed but joined in her friend’s laughter, “I’ll talk to you later.”

Y/N ended the call, setting her phone on the kitchen counter before taking the trash outside. As she carried the bag around to the side of the house, she grumbled under her breath and mocked her irritating conversation with Jocelyn. She was so wrapped up in her grumbling she nearly collided with someone else.

“Whoa,” she heard the distinctly male voice sound out in surprise, barely heard over her terrified screech.

She dropped the bag of trash, finding the source of the voice. It was the taller neighbor, now close enough for her to make out his every feature. That panic returned then intensified as she caught sight of his hands coming up to her arms to steady her.

“Don’t touch me,” she yelled, backing up several steps, “I-I’m sorry,” she added in a meek tone with wide eyes, turning and running back into the safety of her home.

Jocelyn hated her job. Endless hours upon hours of sitting at a cash register with a false smile and repetitive small talk. She spent most of it with an earphone hidden under her hair blasting one eardrum with shredding guitars just to try and keep her brain from going completely numb.

“Hey,” a smooth voice broke her reverie as he loaded his items onto the belt, “Jocelyn,” he added after glancing at her name tag and back into her eyes, his smile bright and welcoming as his green eyes sparkled down at her.

“Oh!” she nearly jumped in surprise as she snapped back to reality - very ungracefully yanking the headphone out of her ear, “Uh y-yeah, hey.”

“I’m Dean,” the man introduced, then gestured to the much larger man beside him, “This is my brother, Sam. We’re new to the area.”

The one named Sam gave a cute little wave and the small smile that had Jocelyn thinking these two were some of the most handsome - and utterly adorable - men she’d ever met. It didn’t take her long to piece things together, their small town not getting a lot of newcomers.

“You’re the ones who bought the house on Oak St?” Jocelyn asked as she continued scanning and bagging their items. The latex gloves she was required to wear, to prevent any ‘soulmate finding’ during working hours, grew increasingly uncomfortable throughout the day.

“That’s us,” Dean chuckled, making Jocelyn laugh along with him.

“My bestie lives next door, so I’ve heard about y’all,” she added with a grin.

“You know Y/N?” Sam spoke for the first time, surprising both Jocelyn and Dean, “I think I scared her,” he admitted bashfully, Dean chuckling.

“Oh, believe me, I heard all about it,” she chuckled, biting her lip, “Just hope she didn’t freak you out. I love her though, she’s just not great with people,” she shrugged, “I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong. She’ll come around after some time.”

Sam sighed and nodded, turning his head and catching a glimpse of the flower booth nearby. He wanted to apologize to Y/N and introduce himself properly. He wasn’t sure why it affected him so deeply, but he had to try to make things right.

“What flower says, ‘Hey, sorry I scared the crap out of you,” Sam asked, his eyes still on the various arrangements.

Jocelyn chuckled, her eyes following his gaze. She turned back to Sam with a wicked grin as she leaned forward to speak as if telling a grand secret.

“She likes the assorted wildflower bouquets,” Jocelyn wiggled her brows as she sat back in her seat, her smile growing wide as Sam went to grab a bouquet and set it on the belt.

Jocelyn rang them out, and they bid their farewells, Jocelyn hoping Sam’s gesture was well-received.

After returning home from the store, Sam quickly helped Dean get the bags inside and unloaded them. Dean usually did the cooking and as he began pulling out bowls and pans to prepare their dinner, Sam grabbed the bouquet of flowers from the table.

“Good luck,” Dean shouted after him, smiling and shaking his head as the door closed.

Sam walked the short distance next door, flowers in hand, running different conversation openers in his head. As he arrived at her porch, he paused to take a deep breath. Her car was in the driveway and lights were on inside so he was certain she was home. As he ascended the steps to her door, he hoped his less surprising approach to meeting her would ease things over.

Lifting his hand Sam knocked on the door. Holding the flowers in one hand he attempted to peek through the sheer curtains covering the windows, but couldn’t see anything or any movement from inside. He tried again, knocking a few times and listening for any sounds of life from within. He knew she was there, but she was choosing not to answer.

“Hey Y/N,” Sam raised his voice enough to be heard through the door, saddened that she wouldn’t answer but determined to try, “I’m Sam, your neighbor from next door.”

Sam paused, waiting to see if she’d open the door. Fidgeting with the bouquet he continued.

“I didn’t mean to scare you the other night and I’m really sorry.”

After a pause and still no response Sam dropped his head in defeat. He placed the bouquet on her doormat and took several steps away from the door.

“Okay, well, I hope to see you soon,” he added in a quieter tone, tucking his hands in his pockets as he made his way back home.

He couldn’t let it go. There was something about Y/N as if her very energy were drawing him in. He had to know her and unravel the mystery.

At the sound of his retreating footsteps, Y/N peeked her head around the corner from her kitchen. She slowly walked the distance to the front door, seeing Sam was gone from the porch. She was absolutely terrified to face him. It wasn’t that she thought he might hurt her. In fact, she was certain he wouldn’t. Which was weird in itself because she didn’t know him at all. He made her feel unhinged, not in control of herself, and all she wanted was to bury herself in his arms and be surrounded by his protection. So, of course, she ran, panicked, and was too afraid to let anyone new in.

Dean frowned as he sifted through the mail, finding one addressed to Y/N next door. He kept a hold of it before turning from the mailbox with a shrug and walking towards her house. He knocked on the door, leaning on the frame as he waited for a response. He could have just dropped it in her mailbox but...well it was an excuse to talk to her, and maybe find out why she was so insistent on avoiding Sam.

Sam returned to their home the previous night with his head lowered in defeat and hands empty of flowers. Sam had told Dean what had happened - or didn’t happen - before dejectedly retiring to his room for the night. Dean hated seeing Sam like this. Part of him was upset with Y/N, but part of him understood she was uneasy with people. She seemed to be fine with him, so he thought the mail might give him a good excuse to talk to her.

Y/N made her way to the door, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek out and seeing Dean leaning casually against the doorframe as he looked out into the street. She cursed under her breath, trying to decide if she was just going to ignore it when he caught her. He smiled brightly, giving a little wave. Sighing, she opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh,” Dean shuffled at her defensive greeting, but offered a smile and handed over the letter, “Mailman got it switched up.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” she said, shuffling awkwardly as she reached for the letter.

Dean’s eyes caught sight of the bouquet, still sitting in front of her door. He reached down and picked it up, smiling at the flowers before handing them over to Y/N. She stared at the flowers before looking back at him questioningly.

“Sam,” he explained as he patiently held the flowers out for her, “He tried to bring them last night, to apologize for scaring you the other day.”

The shock must have shown on her face because Dean chuckled once more. She slowly reached out, taking the flowers and bringing them closer to smell and examine.

“He’s a really good guy,” Dean continued, trying to do what he could for his brother.

“He scares me,” she admitted with a weak voice, her focus on the flowers in her hands. It had been ages since anyone had gotten her flowers and the small gesture made her more emotional than she was willing to admit.

“Ah, he’s big but he’s a total softie,” Dean teased, “Hey, maybe you could come round and join us for a beer sometime?” Dean offered, with a glint in his captivating eyes.

“Look, Dean,” she began, scuffling her feet, “I don’t really socialize, like ever. And I don’t really leave the house either. I try to avoid people as much as possible. I’m not interested in making friends, dating, or ‘mates.”

“What about friendly neighbors?” he shrugged, trying to joke and see if there was the faintest crack in that huge barrier she just went and threw up in front of him, “The offer’s there.”

“Sure,” she forced a smile, “Cup of sugar and all that,” she nodded, ready to close the door once more.

Dean reached out a hand, stopping the door from closing, “I know you don’t do so well with people. I don’t know much about you or what’s happened in your life,” he sighed before meeting her eyes with genuine concern and empathy, “But you gotta take a chance with people sometimes. And I’m hoping you’ll give us the chance to be friends.”

She was loathed to admit she was captivated by his handsome face, his bright eyes, and his charming smile that never faltered. It was almost unnerving. But something about him calmed and relaxed her.

“O-okay, Dean. Have a good day,” she smiled, slowly closing the door behind her and leaning against it with a sigh.

“He actually got a conversation out of you,” Jocelyn chuckled over the phone as they had their nightly call, “Man’s got skills.”

“He was persistent,” Y/N argued, “I told him flat out I wasn’t interested but it was like that didn’t matter. And Sam!”

“Mmhmm, and I bet you’re totally not looking out the window after them,” Jocelyn joked, “So you must’ve liked the persistence.”

“I mean, he is really good-looking. And he was somewhat charming,” she hesitantly admitted, rolling her eyes at herself with a groan before looking back out the window at the brothers in their yard. Her eyes landed on Sam and her heart began to beat in a panicked rhythm as it did every time she saw him, “But I’m not interested.”

“Maybe not in Dean, which you’re crazy for by the way.”

“I could be friends with him,” she admitted, “But Sam-”

“Yeah, he’s totally gorgeous too and totally your type and he brought you flowers.”

“I feel weird around him,” she admitted.

“Maybe he’s your-”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

She couldn’t believe she’d just said it out loud, but that thought lingered in her mind since she first saw his silhouette approaching across the lawn. No one ever made her feel like this and she didn’t know how to handle it.

“Go take them up on those beers he mentioned!”

“I’m not good with people, you know that,” Y/N whined, before jumping in surprise, “Shit,” she exclaimed, jumping back from the window, “Uh...I think they saw me.”

Y/N turned back to the window and saw the brothers heading in the direction of her house. Her eyes widened, doubly so when Sam’s eyes briefly locked onto her.

“Oh shit!” she squeaked, jumping from her chair and backing away from the window, “They’re coming! I have to go!”

Y/N quickly ended the call, hearing her phone chime and knowing Jocelyn probably sent her a ‘call me’ text. A few moments later a series of knocks sounded through the house, seeming ominous. Y/N stared at the door as the knocking came once more.

“We know you’re there,” Dean’s voice could be heard teasingly, “Just wanted to see if you were interested in those beers?”

With a deep breath, Y/N reached the door and grasped the handle.

“H-hey Dean, Sam,” she tried to say casually, embarrassed at being caught.

They both wore knowing but friendly grins, each sporting an opened beer in hand, their empty hands tucked in their jeans pockets. It was strange how they seemed to be so in sync with one another.

“Just wondering if you were up for some beers at our place?” Dean offered.

Jocelyn’s words ran through her head. Dean wasn’t so bad and she hadn’t really given Sam a fair chance either she supposed. A beer just next door couldn’t be too bad, right?

“Y-Yeah, sure,” she smiled brightly at them, ignoring the alarms ringing in her mind.

“Great,” Dean cheered as he and Sam stepped down the porch steps, waiting for Y/N to accompany them.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered reluctantly, more to herself.

As they got to the neighboring porch, Dean opened a cooler, retrieving a couple of beers. Twisting off the cap he offered one to Y/N with a smile.

“We hope to have the fire pit set up in the back soon,” Sam chimed in, settling down on the porch steps, his back leaning against one of the support beams as he talked to the others.

Dean took a seat on one of the patio chairs while Y/N remained standing awkwardly on the porch, sipping her beer and avoiding eye contact.

After several beers and surprisingly easy conversation buffered by Dean, the three found themselves happy and relaxed, laughing together as if they’d known each other their whole lives. Y/N remained observant, if not fairly quiet and reserved, but would laugh or huff where appropriate. She was reluctant to admit she was actually enjoying herself.

Finding her third beer empty, she tossed it in the bucket Dean had provided, before deciding a fresh bottle was in order. She felt great and was genuinely enjoying the company of the brothers. Dean made her laugh and felt like a long-time friend or even a brother. Sam still made her nervous, his laughter made her heart flutter, but the alcohol made her anxiety take a back seat.

Furrowing her brow with determination Y/N took a few wobbly steps towards the cooler before stumbling with an over-dramatic squeal. Sam looked away from his conversation with Dean, just in time to see Y/N stumble. She was seconds away from going sideways down the stairs and off the porch. With wide eyes, Sam reacted quickly, jumping to his feet and catching her in time to settle her feet on the porch steps.

The moment they connected, they both hissed in pain. Sam stared at his wrist in shock as a black tattoo began to appear on his skin, searing itself onto his flesh. He flashed his glance to her wrist, seeing his own name appear before his eyes met hers once more.

She knew she was drunk. But not hallucinogenic drunk. She blinked quickly at the blurry - to her at least - writing as it formed on her wrist, her lips parting in shock. She grabbed at her wrist - the source of the pain - and looked to see his name appear on her skin. Her eyes went wide in a panic and her head snapped up to look at him as it registered what was happening.

“No, no, no,” Y/N began to freak out, pushing away from Sam and taking slow steps backward toward her house as she kept a cautious eye on him.

Sam was dumbfounded for a moment, staring as her name was scorched onto his skin. When he heard and saw her backing away, it was like he could feel her panic.

“H-hey,” he said softly, holding his hands up, “Y/N I-”

“You have to go,” she demanded, “I have to go,” she added, her eyes widening once more, “Someone has to go,” she whispered, turning and dashing across the yard to her house.

Y/N woke up and made her way half-asleep to the kitchen to start the coffee. She leaned against the counter, yawning widely, as she waited for the sweet beans to brew. Suddenly, the memories from the previous night came to mind and she cursed under her breath.

Looking down at her wrist, she saw the crisp black letters spelling out the name of her Soulmate. She felt awful for running away, letting her panic get the better of her. She held her wrist gently, her thumb rubbing over the tattoo absentmindedly as she wondered how Sam was doing that morning. If he had done the same in reaction to her, she’d probably be a sobbing mess on the ground.

As she finished preparing her first cup of the day, a knock at the door had her jumping in place. She set down the cup and peered around the corner from the kitchen, eyeballing the door warily. She felt a warm and tingling sensation on her tattoo that sent chills through her body.

As she approached the door she could make out the unmistakable silhouette of Sam. Through the sheer curtains, she watched as he lowered his head, then raised his wrist, rubbing over his tattoo as she had done moments before. She felt the sensations again, a pleasant tingling stemming from the tattoo and radiating through her body.

She rubbed over her own tattoo once more in an attempt to soothe the feelings. She heard Sam’s sharp intake of breath from outside.

“Y/N?” Sam breathed, feeling her on the other side of the door, “I can feel it when you do that.”

Y/N slowly opened the door, meeting Sam’s eyes and sad smile.

“D-do what?”

Sam smiled once more, lifting his wrist and rubbing over her name, “This.”

She felt the sensations course through her once more, causing her to take a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“Do you want to come in for a coffee?” she tried.

“S-sure,” Sam said quickly, trying not to come across too eager, “I was uh...hoping we could talk?”

Entering the home, Sam closed the door behind him before following Y/N into the kitchen. The aroma of the coffee filled the home and Sam breathed it in. She turned, setting a mug on the counter in front of him and taking a step back.

“Look, Sam, I’m not like most people, okay? I have been trying to avoid this very thing. I’m broken and I don’t do well with people, which is why I work from home and very rarely go out or interact with anyone. So I think it’s best we just pretend this didn’t happen.”

“I’m not sure if I can do that,” Sam shrugged in admittance, “Are you seriously telling me that you can��t feel...this?” he sighed, shoulders slumping slightly, struggling to find a way to word how he felt.

“I do,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around herself and dropping her gaze to the ground, “But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. I’m sorry you got such crap luck in the soulmate department. But mate or not, you could do a lot better than me.”

“Well I don’t feel like I had ‘crap luck’,” Sam countered stubbornly, “You say you aren’t good with people, but I recall having a blast last night before-” Sam shook his head, “Y/N, you are smart, funny, beautiful. How’s that crap luck?”

“Because I’m insecure and my anxiety is through the roof. I can hardly go outside, let alone be around people without feeling like I’m about to panic. I’m overly emotional and I know that I’d fall for you in a heartbeat and be all clingy and needy-” she stopped her rant to let out a frustrated breath, not sure why she just said all of that to him, to begin with.

“Hey,” he said softly, to get her attention back, “You haven't seen clingy until you’ve seen me,” he offered with a reassuring wink, “Look, I’m never gonna push or ask anything of you,” he continued with a more sincere look, “But...I’m here, you know? I’ll always be here.”

She growled lightly, “I’m really trying to argue with you here and you’re not making it easy you know?” she glared at him with a pout.

“If you stopped trying to argue, it’d be a lot easier,” Sam tittered with another smirk.

“If I stopped arguing I’d give in,” she shrugged.

“I’m down if you are,” Sam smiled at her, just wanting to make a crack in the small barrier she surrounded herself within.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, one of the few times she let all her walls down, “It’s overwhelming and you’re stunning and charming and I’m a wreck.”

Sam smirked knowingly, preening a little over her admissions, “It is overwhelming,” he agreed in a soft tone, “And fucking terrifying. Boom, life just changed forever. But trust me, if you just...go with it, and you get that bond going, it's the furthest from scary.”

Y/N let his words sink in. Secretly, Y/N really wanted that but didn’t think she deserved it. Especially not someone like Sam.

“I’m sorry about last night and how I reacted and everything,” she said, taking a deep breath and shrugging, not sure where to go from there.

“You’re not the only one who’s scared,” Sam admitted with a soft laugh as he gazed at her, “But...I’ll always do my best to make you happy if you’ll have me?” he offered, his heart thudding so hard in his chest he feared she could hear it.

She met his eyes, nodding at him with a small smile, “Yes,” she whispered, afraid her voice might break if she spoke any louder.

Her nerves were on fire, but she forced herself to focus, to let it happen. Sam could feel her apprehension, her nerves, he could’ve sworn he could see a slight tremble in her body as well. It made his heart break. It was like she really did fear him. All he wanted to do was show her he was safe and he’d never hurt her.

He took a gentle step towards her, watching her fight the urge to back off from him. He slowly closed the distance, bringing his arms around her and holding her gently to him, a hand holding the back of her hair protectively as he rested his head on hers.

As his arms wrapped around her, the trembling in her body ceased. His warmth was captivating and soothed her nerves immensely. She took a deep breath, his scent filling and surrounding her. She hummed as she relaxed. She pulled back and looked up at Sam, really taking him all in, especially at the close distance.

Sam looked back down at her, his heart swelling at the fact she wasn’t fighting or pushing him away. He didn’t want to let her go, an overriding urge to stay by her side and protect her completely overtaking him. He gently grazed a thumb across her cheek, leaning down to hold his forehead on hers.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life to find you,” Sam breathed out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb lightly grazing over her skin.

He flicked his gaze down to her lips before looking back into her eyes, a silent question. He was so close. Saying all the right things. Closing the distance, she pressed her lips into his, eyes automatically falling shut as her heart suddenly swelled to nearly choking her.

Sam hummed at the contact, immediately responding to her kiss, moving his lips against hers. As the kiss lingered, he could feel the bond flourishing between them. There was no denying it. Sam reluctantly pulled from the kiss, keeping it chaste and sweet. He smiled down at her warmly.

Y/N remained clung to Sam as if her life depended on it, her head reeling with the shock. Everything had just changed in a millisecond and Y/N was practically frozen to the spot. But so long as she stayed close to Sam it felt a lot safer all of a sudden. Sam smirked down at her, moving them to sit on the couch together, finally releasing his hold on her. He’d thought of this moment a million times and every time he was smooth as shit. But now it was here, he felt like an awkward teen with no fucking clue what to do next.

Sam could feel what she was feeling. He could see the flush of her skin and her coy smile and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He swallowed hard as he moved right up against her side, his eyes locked on hers the whole time.

Smiling, he raised his hand to cup her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. He leaned forward, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. As she responded, he deepened the kiss, his heart rate picked up with the intensity. Suddenly, he grew hungry for all that was her.

As the kissing grew more passionate, the two of them had worked Y/N to straddle Sam’s lap, their lips never leaving one another as they got lost in the feel and taste of each other. Sam’s hands began tugging at her clothes as his kisses trailed down her neck, his teeth gently scraping against her pulse.

As her hips involuntarily ground against his denim-clad erection, he groaned, moving quicker than should be possible for a man his size. He laid Y/N beneath him on the couch, his hips settling against hers as he gave a gentle grind against her core, his lips continuing their mission over her collarbone and back up the other side of her neck before finding her lips once more.

She whined into his kisses, her hands clutching the back of his shirt behind his shoulders. She could feel him pressing her into the couch, his large frame caging her in - not that she ever wanted to escape. With a whine of his name, she rolled hard with her hips as she felt him grinding against her center.

Her hands snaked back around to his front, dipping under the hem of Sam’s shirt as they curiously began exploring the toned body underneath.

Sam hummed in approval, “You want me?” he breathed against the shell of her ear, grinding against her once more.

He smirked as her hands explored and huffed a laugh when she whined as he removed himself from her. He stood above her, smiling down at her as he removed his shirt, revealing himself to her gaze. She deliberately didn’t make a sound so she didn’t embarrass herself. Her eyes hungrily roamed him, the only giveaway being her long intake of breath. Eventually, her eyes connected back with his and she noticed his slightly smug smirk.

“Now you’re just teasing,” she laughed.

He shook his head playfully in disagreement as he lay over her once more, his hands working on her own shirt. Sam looked at her earnestly and could see and feel her hesitation. The bond between them was growing more intense and tangible with every touch of skin to skin. It was as if he knew what she was feeling and thinking without words needing to be spoken. He gently brushed the hair back from her face and pecked her lips.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, “That makes you perfect to me. All of you,” he said, pecking her lips repeatedly.

She smiled into his kisses, leaning into them, deepening them.

“Hmmm,” she hummed with a smirk, resting her forehead on his as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes, “Yours…” she said, drawing the word out like it was some kind of drug, “I like that,” she bit her lip again.

“And I’m yours,” he promised, deepening their kisses once more.

He sat back just enough to remove her shirt and bra before laying himself over her again, sighing contentedly as their skin touched. As their tongues twirled against each other, Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed. There was nothing but Sam now. Her hips rolled against his once more, one of her hands bunching in his hair.

“Need you…” she whispered breathlessly against his lips.

Sam growled lightly as she tugged at his hair. He nodded in agreement to her words, his eyes darkening significantly. He kissed his way down her body, stopping to twirl his tongue around each of her nipples, before reaching the hem of her pants. His eyes met hers once more as he slowly unfastened her pants, tucking his fingers in them and her panties, before slowly pulling them off her legs.

Once she was bared to his view, he rose from the couch once more, his eyes hungrily devouring her as he undid his own pants, letting them and his boxers fall to his feet. He slowly stroked his impressive length as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes met hers once more before he reached into his pants and retrieved a condom.

“Want you so much,” he breathed out as he settled over her again.

Her breaths began catching in her throat in anticipation - his length really was impressive. As he leaned back over her, his breath fanning over her lips, she could feel his head pushing at her entrance. She breathed out sharply, eyes fluttering closed as her hips rolled involuntarily.

“Yours,” she breathed out again.

He captured her lips as he pressed into her, slowly filling her completely. Once he was buried, he let out a soft gasp against her lips, gazing into her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, patiently waiting for her to adjust and fighting off his own end from how tight she was around him.

Her hands squeezed tightly into the back of Sam’s shoulders as he stretched her, a long whine bursting from her lips as he bottomed out. It felt like her eyes had rolled into the back of her head as she clung to him.

“Fuck…” she whined again, eyes opening again and looking back up at Sam darkly with a small smirk, “Please move.”

And boy did he move.

As his hips set a steady pace, his hands roamed and squeezed as his lips kissed and sucked. Every part of him was directed to discover and deliver pleasure to every part of her.

“Feel so good,” Sam whined against her neck, his hips moving faster as the slap of their skin echoed through the room, “So perfect. Mine,” he breathed out.

A loud moan burst from her at his words. Her body arched to meet him as her hands snapped down to clutch tightly on the couch cushions. She instinctively opened herself more to him, letting him punch deeper. As his pace increased, she reached a point where the only sounds she could muster were whines and long pronounced vowel sounds.

Feeling her tense around him, Sam knew she was close. He increased his pace, his hand trailing down and rubbing circles against her clit in time with his thrusts.

“Cum for me, baby,” Sam breathed out harshly, dangerously close to his own end.

She took in a sharp breath, her entire body tensing as he toyed with her clit. She tried to stave it off as long as she could, but it was already too late as she came hard with a scream. Her head dropped back onto the couch as her hips bucked erratically with calls of his name.

Sam’s mouth hung open as he watched her fall apart beneath him. He strained to keep his eyes open, his attention focused on every aspect of her as she lost herself to the orgasm he gave her. He swiftly followed behind, grunting out her name as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, his body tense as he came.

She whined at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her, clinging onto him desperately as she panted for breath. As she started to come down from her high she felt her entire body relax into the couch and her grip on him simmered down into a gentle hold.

Once they calmed, Sam was quick to clean up and returned to her on the couch. He tucked himself between the couch and her, spooning her from behind as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and over the two of them.

“I’m so happy I found you,” Sam admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her neck, his arm securely around her waist.

She hummed with a smile at the touch, her eyes closed in contentment as she let him hold her tightly. She could feel the connection humming between them, eradicating her fears. It suddenly felt silly for her to have been so afraid of finding her Soulmate because the way she was feeling now, she couldn’t imagine not having Sam right there beside her.

“Consider yourself stuck with me,” she laughed lightly and sleepily.

“Gladly.”

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Freedom Is A Kiss

Dean Winchester x ofc

Read with caution ⛔️ dub con with a demon/p in v/angst/supernatural typical violence/drinking/soulmates

It is said that you don’t have just one soul mate but a soul family. There are souls with whom you’ve traveled through space and time for millennia. You may all change roles and dynamics but, at the core, your souls have always been a unit. Sometimes though, there is one soul that your soul is drawn to. One soul that matches yours so perfectly and so completely that you might consider them your most perfect mate. But, since this is real life and not some fairy porn romance, not everyone finds their mate. Hell most people don’t even believe in that sort of thing. But it's as real as any of the horrible things we hunt. And, damn me to hell, Dean Winchester is mine.

Most people aren’t even aware there is such a thing as a soul bond. But I can see the energy of the bond between people. The bond between lovers is the strongest connection there is. And, the only way to lock it into place is if both lovers acknowledge and accept it. If it’s ever broken, the pair rarely survive.

How do I know all of these things? Well I come from a long line of psychics. My mother Pamela had the unfortunate experience of doing business with the Winchesters. Didn’t end well for her. She’s fine now. We chat. In fact, she’s the one who led me to these boys. Not without many words of caution. But, they always seem to be in a bind so here I am. And I’ve been here for five years since I’ve graduated.

I was supposed to be a lawyer. I went to law school. Passed the bar. Had an offer at a big firm in New York too. But, duty called or some shit like that. My mom talks to me usually in my dreams. We mostly catch up just like any mom and kid would if they lived far away from one another. One night she came to me so vividly that I swear she was corporeal. “Baby girl, you have to get to South Dakota. Find Bob Singer. He needs you to help him find his boys.” She practically screamed at me. I left two hours later. Never went back.

I hadn’t seen Bobby Singer since I was a kid. After Mom left to chase greener pastures, I stayed behind with my dad. For my safety she never told anyone about me. Bobby was the only hunter who knew.

As soon as he saw me that fateful morning, I watched the relief wash over his face. “‘Mom sent me.” I said as I shouldered past him.

“Damn glad to see you, kid.” I helped him find Sam and Dean. Helped him fight a jinn. That was the first time I ever stabbed something. I wish I could say it was my last. When we freed the boys and got them back on their feet, Dean stared into my eyes and with actual gratitude and something like recognition in his eyes and said, “Thank you for your help…..I’m sorry” he laughed softly, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Jessamine. Like the flower. But everyone calls me Jesse. You knew my mother. Pamela.” He laughed and then smiled at me in a way that stopped my heart. That’s when I knew. I knew that he was my soulmate because I recognized him too. In every conceivable way he was mine and I was his. Too bad Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in soulmates.

So, for the last five years, I’ve been following behind him and Sam saving people and hunting things like it was also my birthright. I rode couches and slept in seedy motels until they found the bunker. Now I stay here to “do research”. Sometimes I babysit the angel who blinded my mother and Lucifer’s kid. Fun times. The boys never let me hunt with them anymore. I got kidnapped by the king of hell one time and they never let me out with them again.

It’s just as well. The longer I ignore my bond with Dean the more it tears me apart. I can see it eating at him too. He looks at me differently now. Less like a sister and more like someone he would actually want to fuck. One night we even got drunk enough that we almost tumbled into bed together. Almost. I’ve never seen him sober up that fast. His rejection sent me spiraling into a depression that I couldn’t shake. It doesn’t make it any better that Cas and Jack can see my bond with Dean clear as crystal. I forbid them from telling him. It would only complicate things. Dean doesn’t think he deserves happiness. He’s said as much more times than I care to count. So I just sit back and let our bond slowly eat away at both of us.

In any case the boys were on their way back from taking down a vamp nest. Nothing major. Just another day at the office. Jack and I finished cataloging a few things Rowena left behind and I’m headed to bed when I hear the familiar clang of the door. Instead of going out to greet them I scurried off to bed. Dean's scent after a hunt is too much for me to handle. I have to control myself but it’s getting too difficult. Best if I just keep to myself.

While I brush my teeth I could hear Dean’s gruff voice and the sound of bottle caps hitting the glass table. Doesn’t sound like things went well. I hesitated but turned down the corridor to my room when I ran smack into Cas. He stared down at me with a grave expression. “Save it, Cas. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“How can you take this? I’ve seen true soulmates turn themselves inside out for each other. How can you just let it fester? It will never go away, Jesse.”

I had to. These boys were my family and I loved them, something fierce but nothing good comes from being in love. Not in this world. It’ll end bloody. “Just drop it.” I said quietly, not noticing him looking over my shoulder.

“Drop what?” My spine stiffened. My eyes plead with Castiel to steady his face. He was such a shitty liar. Before he could open his mouth I turned to Dean yawning.

“Nothing. I’m going to bed. Glad you both came home in one piece.” I tried to walk away but Dean was in the mood to fight. That’s how he dealt with stuff sometimes. I noticed Sam had already retreated to his corner with Eileen. He probably got the brunt of it on the way back.

“Out with it, J. If you have something to say, say it.” His eyes were hardened glass clear and laser focused on mine. These are the times when my knees are weak and I can’t muster up my quick wit. Every instinct in my body was urging me to touch him, feel his warmth, soothe him.

“I have nothing to say. You know I get antsy when you two are gone for too long. And save the speech about this being the lifestyle. I know it is. Is it a crime to give a crap about you?” He softened a little, letting his face relax.

“No. It’s not. Come on. Have a beer with me. I feel like less of an alcoholic when you drink with me.” A smile tugged at his lips not quite reaching his eyes. I fought the bond hard and won this time thank goodness.

“You don’t need me. Not when Casa Erotica 27 dropped this morning” I sang. The dopey grin on his face told me I was in the clear.

“I love how you know me so well.” He kissed the top of my head and practically skipped to his room. I let out a sigh and went to my room still aching for him. Sleep wouldn’t come easy for me tonight. It rarely did.

The next morning I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and Sam was already awake. Eileen must have already left. She preferred to keep her place in Lebanon, KS to escape the constant talk of hunting though her upbringing was just as bad as Sam and Dean. I couldn’t blame her for wanting a place to retreat to when things were quiet.

Sam was already at work looking for the next job. The two of us have developed a routine in the morning that consisted mostly of grunts and raised eyebrows to communicate. I knew how he took his coffee and eggs. He always had the lemon water waiting for me at the table. Sam was easy to get along with and I appreciated his willingness to be quiet in the morning.

He finally broke the silence as he cleared the breakfast dishes. “I think I found something in Lincoln. You up for a drive?” I was shocked but kept my cool. No way Dean was going to agree.

“What are we looking at?”

“A string of bizarre deaths all classified as ‘broken heart syndrome’. But get this, all of the victims are relatively young. Usually occurs in women. But every one of the victims are male and under 50.”

He turned his laptop towards me so I could see the article in the local paper. “Weird. So what does this have to do with me?”

“Their partners have all gone missing and were later found sucked dry.” He said warily.

“Vamps?” I continued to read looking for answers.

“I was thinking an Incubus. They don’t leave a lot of evidence behind other than the body of their victims. They rarely strike in the same place twice. There are ten victims…5 couples. I thought maybe if you were near the bodies, you could get an echo or something. Maybe sense what happened.”

I was definitely up for a little adventure. “Yep. I can be ready in twenty.” Sam and I left the kitchen to get ready while Dean was still asleep. No sense in waking him. A few minutes later I heard the two of them arguing.

“Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time.” Dean barked.

“The Crowley situation has been dealt with. It’s ancient history. She’s ready to get back out there with us. And, frankly, we need her help.” Sam was always good at getting Dean to see reason. But, when it came to me, he rarely backed down. Cas said it was an instinct due to the soul bond. While that might have been part of it, I think he feels guilty for not being able to save me.

“No. Find another way.” I stood in the doorway and cleared my throat to announce myself.

“Don’t I get a say?” Dean rested a protective hand on my shoulder and bent to look me in the eyes. His hold was disarming. I could barely focus on what he was saying.

“Look, Jesse, I trust you. You’re a damn good hunter. But I was out of my mind when we couldn’t find you last time and I promised I’d never let that happen again.” It was true. He slaughtered every demon who held me by himself. Damn near killed Crowley too.

“I can take care of myself.” I said deadly calm. Our eyes were locked neither one of us wanting to back down.

“Ok. Fine.” He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned to Sam. “You never leave her alone for a minute do you hear me? Get what you need and get back here.” Sam nodded and we both headed for the stairs. I looked back at him before closing the door. His brows were drawn and his breathing harsh. We didn’t speak a word to each other. Didn’t need to. He was terrified and he had no idea why.

Baby roared to life and we pulled away music blaring. I caught Sam glancing at me every few miles out of the corner of my eye. “You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve never seen him so worried. Kind of feels like how much I worry when Eileen goes out by herself.” A knowing smile played on his lips.

“Dean and I aren’t the same as you and Eileen. You’re in love with her. It’s different.” I shuffled through the cassette tapes until I found something loud enough to drown him out. I popped in Alice In Chains and turned it up.

Sam shut off the radio completely leaving nothing but the rumble of the engine and road noise to fill the car. “I thought Jess was my soulmate until I met Eileen. It was like we recognized each other. Not that it surprised her.” he smiled to himself “Of course she knew all about actual bonded soul lore. The only person Dean ever went postal for was me. That is until Crowley’s flunkies caught you. I have never seen him like that.” For several minutes I didn’t respond. Just kept staring at the road flying beneath us. “But if you don’t want to talk about it…” he went for the volume knob when I spoke up.

“I know he’s my soulmate. Cas and Jack can see the bond but I knew before Jack said anything. I can see it too. Smell him. Sense him when he’s miles away. I can sense his moods. Sometimes I think I can hear his thoughts. Probably can. You know what would happen if he acknowledged this thing even existed. I can’t take the rejection.” Sam didn’t respond. He knew exactly how Dean would take this information. He would push me away out of fear. Fear of the target that would inevitably be placed on my back. Fear that something would happen to me every time I left the bunker. But, more than anything, fear of the pain I’ll endure for simply loving him. Being in love with Dean Winchester was a full contact sport and no one made it out unscathed.

We didn’t speak about it again. I knew I was placing an unnecessary burden on Sam. He didn’t meddle in my personal life. Never says a word when I try to sneak in in the wee hours after a hookup. He lets me live my life and that is why I feel terrible about him keeping this from his brother. But he knows it’s for the best.

We made it to Lincoln in a little more than three hours having changed at a gas station just outside of town. He gave me my badge with an unremarkable name typed on the ID. Only Sam and I knew Agent Wilson was after Ann and Nancy Wilson from the band Heart.

The medical examiner went through his preliminary autopsy with Sam while I examined the body on the slab. He was male, 25 and newly engaged to his high school sweetheart. His fiancé was found a dried out husk on the floor of their bedroom. He was five feet away, hand extended like he was reaching for her. His heart gave out less than ten minutes after her T.O.D. near as the ME could figure. I placed my hands on his temples and waited for the vision that would slam into me. I waited to feel his horror and pain but I didn’t feel any of that. I felt intense pleasure and like I was satiated. I wasn’t seeing through his eyes but the eyes of the killer. I watched the whole horrific scene play out and promptly vomited into a trash can.

Sam and the doctor watched confused from the doorway. “First time seeing a dead body.” Sam explained as I grabbed napkins from above the sink. I tried to listen to their conversation but everything was muffled like I was under water. The two men finished their conversation and Sam lead me quickly back to the car.

“What did you see?” He asked slowly as I regained my composure. I recounted the whole sordid tale not leaving out any details.

“I get the feeling. I think I know where it’s going next or where it just was. I don’t know, Sam. I think I opened a link to it.”

His brows knitted together with worry, “You could have inadvertently. Can you still feel it? Can it be closed? I mean, before the thing realizes.”

I tried severing the link when I went hurling back into another vision. I could smell the victim's perfume. Heard her partner screaming. She was warm beneath me. This wasn’t the past. This was happening in real time. I went back. Back as far as I could to see any details of their location. Anything that could pinpoint where they were. It would be too late. I saw an address on an envelope and snapped back to consciousness. “516 Meadowdale. Go!”

By the time we got there, they were already dead. “Do not touch anything. I’m going to call this in anonymously and we’re getting the hell out of here.” Sam dialed 911 as we were speeding towards the freeway.

I was utterly drained and couldn’t keep my eyes open. Every time I fell asleep I was seeing through the monster’s eyes. He was reliving his kills over the last few days. The psychopath was getting off on them.

We made it back to the bunker by nightfall and I headed directly to my bed. Dean was waiting for us to get a full report but I couldn’t stand. “What happened?” He asked Sam. I kept walking.

I didn’t even bother taking off my boots. Sleep came fast and I was deep in another vision when I jolted awake. Dean was sitting in a chair at the end of my bed watching me. “What time is it?” My voice sounded like it was dragged through gravel.

“A little after 2am. Another nightmare?” He handed me a glass of water which I drained in two long gulps.

“Yeah. I assume Sam told you everything?” He nodded, planting his feet firmly on the ground ready to scold me.

“He did. We have to figure out how to get you unlinked from this thing. Sammy’s on the phone with Rowena now. If anything changes. If it becomes aware, you need to let us know.” He hesitated to touch me but he tentatively took my hand in his. “You scare the shit out of me sometimes, kid.” I wondered if he could sense me like I could sense him. If he even realized he could. He pressed his lips into a hard line and then pressed his mouth to the top of my head inhaling my scent as he did.

“I scare myself sometimes too.” I said quietly. “What do we know about the demon?” All I wanted was to change the subject and get out of his hold. I didn’t want his sympathy or fear to overwhelm me. I could link with the demon and I could find out where it would strike next. I scooted to the edge of the bed and tied my hair back readying myself to head to the war room.

“Whoa whoa slow down. Sam’s working on putting together the victim statements. We have time. Rest.” Dean grabbed for me but I was just out of his reach already making my way down the hall. “J, stop. We’ll handle this.”

I was absolutely livid that he wouldn’t let me hunt this thing with them. I was our best shot at preventing anymore killings. “You sidelining me, Winchester?”

“And what if I am, Barnes?” I kept walking and he stalked after me. “Do not walk away from me. You need to rest.”

“I can’t! Every time I close my eyes I’m letting my guard down. The deeper I go the more I can feel, see and hear. It’s only a matter of time before it catches on. You need me.” I left him brooding in the hall making my way to the rest of the boys. I pulled up a chair and grabbed a folder out of the pile in front of Sam. The newest victims' smiling faces stared up at me from a picture, frozen in a happier time. A small bag of personal effects was stapled to the front of the folder. No way I could touch it. I’d relive the whole thing. Sam and Cas stared at me waiting for me to say something. Anything. Dean walked past us into the kitchen grumbling under his breath. Fuck him. I let him throw his temper tantrum and gave Sam and Cas a look pinning them to their chairs. “What do we know?” I asked, keeping my eyes focused on the pages.

“None of the couples have anything in common except they’re all from Lincoln. There has to be something connecting them. He’s not choosing them at random.” Sam scowled at the table. We’d keep looking. Until the wee hours if we had to. “Anyway. Rowena gave me a spell to cloak you from the demon. It’s simple and I have everything we need here.”

“Let’s go.” I said dropping the folder. Cas and Jack would keep looking into the couples. We got a few family member interviews that the sheriffs office already conducted. Maybe that would shed some light.

Sam gathered the spell ingredients while I cast a protective circle. It was a simple incantation and some muddled herbs nothing major or life altering. Sam recited the spell while I closed my eyes and opened the psychic link with the demon.

meos, sed videam. Odi odor, sed sensus. cor pallii, sed benedictum Dominum sentio

Sam’s voice was distant, a mere breath on the wind as I went deeper. Everything was cloudy, almost veiled but I could see clearly. It was on the move. Through its eyes I could see the sign “Now entering Kansas: The Sunflower State.” He was headed south but I had no inkling on where he’d end up. I tried going through its memories to gather information. I went back to the date of the last murder and saw Sam and I running from the victims house. It knew who we were. I stayed in the trance much longer than I should have. The demon started to feel a pounding in its head. It wouldn’t be long before it realized why it was in pain. I pulled back quickly, my eyes flew open to see three horrified faces staring back at me and one pissed of Dean calling my name. “Call Eileen. Tell her to pack a bag. It’s headed south. It was still at the scene of the last murder. It knows us. Sam, no stops. Get her here fast.”

Sam nodded and left to call Eileen right away. Before I could head back to the war room Dean stopped me. “What the hell was that? Do you have a death wish?”

“No. But if I’m the best way to find this thing why wouldn’t you use me?” He was unusually protective of me this time. Then again, I rarely fight this hard to hunt. “What is going on with you, man?”

“Why are you pushing this so hard? It’s like the demon owes you money or something.” We sized each other up, both of us more than ready to fight. No way I’m backing down. He’s right though. I’m taking it personally. I felt…the demon felt like it was looking for something specific. Like the more love the victims felt for one another the more he enjoyed the game. Got off on it when they begged for their soulmate's life. Soulmates! It was then that I realized it was looking for bonded pairs.

“All the victims were soulmates.” I said before I took off for their files. I held their personal effects in my hands and let the whole horrific scene play out like a crappy slasher flick. The guy fought like hell but the demon was stronger. It immobilized him and made him watch his wife get sucked dry. His eyes held hers the whole time pleading with it to take him instead. I couldn’t see the demon’s face but could see his body, it’s hair draping strategically over it’s features. When she drew her last breath, the guy wailed and thrashed trying to get out of the demon’s hold. The sick bastard just left them there. Vanished into thin air and left them there. It wasn’t long before everything went hazy. I dropped the bag and collapsed into a heap on the ground sobbing into my hands. I was right. I saw their bond bright as sunlight and then I saw it go dark. And now the thing was coming after Sam and I. It would take Eileen. No way I would let that happen. Later I’ll go somewhere quiet and open the link again. Maybe it got somewhere that I could recognize.

Cas and Jack were at my side checking me for injuries. I didn’t realize it at first but blood was dripping from my nose. I batted them away. They had no reason to fuss. When I went to grab another folder Dean stopped me. His face was twisted in pain and his hands trembled. “No more. I can’t watch that again. I don’t care if you solve the whole damn case. This ends now.” His nostrils flared and his chest heaved. He was like a coiled spring waiting to tear apart whatever had me in its grasp. “You were screaming like it was happening to you, Jessamine.”

Jessamine. He only calls me that to tease me or when he’s beyond pissed. Last time he called me Jessamine was when I had a few too many and took Baby. She was fine. It was all “Jessamine Lorien Barnes, if you ever touch my baby again I will not hesitate.”

I got to my feet looking towards the table for another folder. “It could go after Sam and Eileen!” I pushed past him to the table but he was quicker.

“It could come after us!” The whole room went still as death. He knew we were bonded. Knew it and never had the balls to acknowledge it. The sting of rejection left an acrid feeling in my stomach.

“You knew about us?” Tears stung my eyes but I willed them not to spill.

“Of course I did. Why do you think Crowley took you instead of Sam? The damn thing is like a beacon for every creep we fight. And if we actually did solidify the bond it would be endgame for us. You would never be safe. This can’t happen. We will never happen. You know better than anyone how things end with me. Look at what happened to your mom.” He paced back and forth ranting but I couldn’t listen any longer.

“I get it, Dean. I understand.” I was t minus seven seconds away from bawling like a schoolgirl. I had to get out of there. “I um…I’ll leave it alone.” The first tear spilled before I could look away from him. His guilt washed over me and made me feel ten times worse. I quickened my pace and slammed my door shut then I let it all out. He didn’t outright reject the bond but it felt like agony nonetheless. I knew they could hear me wailing. Knew Dean was hovering outside of my door. Mercifully enough they let me be.

Once I collected myself and I could no longer sense Dean I slipped out of the bunker and drove up to a nearby diner. This was my go to place when I needed time to myself. The coffee was strong and the burgers were greasy. Perfect for wallowing in my self loathing. I pulled a book out of my bag and slid into a booth in the back where I wouldn’t be bothered. My favorite waitress was on tonight. She knew my order and asked me only pertinent questions. The thrum of the diner offered me peace and, before I knew it, I was adrift in my own consciousness.

I drained three cups of too strong coffee and polished off half of my burger when I was jarred by a vision. Normally I had to touch something but this one felt different. It felt like it was sent to me. I saw through the demon’s eyes an address to a house where it watched from the bushes. It was showing me its next victim. It was daring me to find it. I had absolutely zero doubts that I was walking into a trap but I didn’t care. I had to end this. I lowered the veil so it knew I was watching. I could feel its amusement tickling up and down my spine. Once the vision ended, I paid my check, entered the address into my GPS and started driving. Everything in my gut told me to turn back or to at least call one of the boys for back up. My pride got the better of me and I drove on.

I thought of my interaction with Dean during the entire drive. I knew he would react the way he did about being my soulmate and I still couldn’t handle it. I had really never given much thought to being Dean’s person. Sure we were great friends but anything more had never crossed my mind. The longer I suppressed the bond, the harder it became for me to be around him. Like my baser instincts were taking over pushing me towards him. I suppose there are lots of ways to be family. They didn’t always have to be romantic. But, the more I thought about it I didn’t want to just be his close confidant. I wanted to be his. Wholelly, unequivocally his. Something deep within me told me that we were meant to be. Dean didn’t believe in “meant to be” or “happily ever after”. I hadn’t really either until now. I sure as hell don’t believe in happy endings. Hell, I suppose any hunter who ends up with another hunter is bound by shared trauma more than tender loving feelings. I understood his fear. Both he and Sam are constantly in the cross hairs of all manner of beings. Eileen was a strong hunter but Sam worried just as I’m sure she worries for Sam. But isn’t that what a relationship is? Your pain is their pain right? Dean seemed to shoulder the world’s pain. He couldn’t possibly find space within himself to shoulder mine too. Dean was also notoriously private about his feelings. If he thought for one second that I was possibly taking on anything he held, he would push me away even further. Hell, maybe he did know which is why he constantly kept me at arms length. There were times though that he couldn’t seem to leave me. Those were the nights we drank and laughed together. He said it was how he forgot all the crap in his brain and it was just better to do it with someone else. I think he can’t fathom doing it without his other half. I had to put these intrusive thoughts out of my head and get my game face on. There was no time for lamenting.

I finally arrived at the address the demon showed me and the place appeared abandoned. It wasn’t lit up warm like the vision it sent. Now I know it was probably a memory and I was very much walking into a trap. It knew I was here so there was no turning back. I sent my location to Sam and held my breath as I walked up a long driveway to a sprawling broken mansion. “Hello?” I clicked on my flashlight and surveyed the place. The furniture was broken and dusty and covered in fallen faded police tape. The whole place smelled of decay. I could feel the demon’s presence as I got closer to the upperrooms of the house. “I know you’re here. May as well show yourself.”

“If I told you where I was that would take all the romance out of it now wouldn’t it? Come find me, little mouse.” Its voice was low and enticing. I kept searching rooms until I got to what I assume was the primary bedroom of the house. The demon sat in a chair next to a ruined bed illuminated by dozens of candles.

“With all this kindling around here are you sure candlelight was the way to go?” I asked, hoping my sardonic tone masked my fear. The meat suit the demon infected was beyond normal conventions of attractiveness. The human host was tall with mysterious dark eyes and muscles in all the right places. “You called me here. What do you want?”

“You and your friend were so interested in what I was doing I would be remiss if I didn’t invite you to play with me. And I am nothing if not well mannered. Tell me, little mouse, did you enjoy what you saw?” Strong hands stroked the arm of the tufted chair and I found myself wondering what those hands would feel like stroking my body. I could feel my resolve slipping. I let my hand slowly drift to the hilt of my demon blade as I walked closer to where it was waiting. “Now now. You won’t be needing that.” My hand was pinned to my side and I kept walking though I willed myself to stop.

“I’m not here with my mate. He rejected me. So if that’s your kink I’m sorry to disappoint.” My voice was shaky as I lowered myself onto its thigh. My core was hot and sticky to the point that I could no longer hide my arousal. The smell of the host’s skin sent me spiraling and I leaned into its touch.

“He didn’t reject you, sweet little mouse. Your bond is strong as ever. That Winchester boy will come. And when he does, he’ll watch me take you just like all the others. Then I’ll watch his heartbreak take him too. It will be too delicious. Who knew how simple it would be to take down Dean Winchester?” it chuckled against my throat. Its lips brushed over my collarbone and down to my decollete. My body betrayed me at every turn. I couldn’t help but press myself down onto his thigh to relieve some of the ache building there. I whimpered as it put its hand at the small of my back and encouraged me to move. “Yes, that’s a good little mouse. Look at how hot and bothered you are and I am barely touching you. What would happen if I touched that sweet little pussy? Hmm? Would it be as wet as I think?” Its hands slipped into the waistband of my panties and brushed against my clit causing me to cry out. “Mmmh even wetter. That boy doesn’t know what he’s missing.” My mind was screaming to stop but I physically couldn’t help myself. I rocked against its hand allowing my orgasm to build. Just when I thought I would break it stopped. “Now, slow down, Sugar. Let’s wait for the rest of the party to arrive.” It lifted me off of its lap leaving me panting and frustrated.

I have no idea how long I was in that room before I heard the front door burst open. The demon laughed when he heard Sam shouting my name. I was naked and splayed on the floor watching the demon divest itself of its clothing. The host’s cock was already dripping, waiting for the perfect moment to sheath itself in my waiting core. It lined itself up between my legs and began its slow tortuous ministrations on my aching cunt making me moan loud enough to hear over the sounds of splintering wood. “Yes, little mouse. Call out to your mate.” Crack went another door and I heard Sam again. My whole body shook from another orgasm. “Call his name, little mouse. Let him know where you are.”

“I’d rather say yours” I managed to say. “You’re the one making me cum.” I couldn’t move my hands to touch it but I could stroke its ego. The way the host’s face lit up let me know I was on the right track.

“My name? Oh, little mouse. I have many names. But for tonight, you can call me Master.” It spread my legs wider fucking hard into me bringing me into another mind shattering release.

“No, demon. Your real name. I’m calling you out. You have to answer” It’s whole body went stiff and it grabbed my chin to stop me from talking. Demons have very few rules but telling you their name when called out is one essential rule they cannot break.

“Saleos!” It grunted. “Crafty little mouse. Say my name then. Scream it for your mate to hear. Let him know how good I’m making you feel.” It rutted into me so hard I could barely speak. But when it lifted the host’s head and stared into my eyes I could see its pleasure building and I knew I had it.

“Saleos huh? Don’t want to blow your load before he’s able to see right? Better hang on for me. Or is my pussy that good?” I wrapped my hands around the back of its neck and pulled it close to kiss and began to whisper instead. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…..” The demon inside started to twitch and flicker but I held on tight continuing the words that I had committed to memory. The black smoke plumed from the nostrils mouth and eyes, weakening it enough for me to grab the knife it hadn’t thrown far enough away. I plunged the knife between the hosts ribs and saw the black fade from its eyes just as Sam and Dean burst through the door. It’s naked body fell limp and heavy on top of me. I managed to push it off and quickly grab a few shreds of a ruined bedsheet.

Sam turned away to give me a bit of dignity. “You ok?” he muttered.

“Fine. Can you give a girl a second?” he left the room but Dean remained wordlessly staring.

“Save it. Whatever speech you’re about to give me about my safety I do not care to hear it.” I managed to find my clothes and surprisingly none of them were torn. Dean seemed to be in some kind of trance. “What’s wrong, Dean? You act like you haven’t seen a naked woman before.”

“Did it…did it finish…I mean did…I don’t know what I want to say right now. So many thoughts are running through my head and all I want to do is rip those panties off of you. I literally cannot focus on anything else.” He stalked toward me like a lion about to devour its prey. He unfastened his belt and tore his shirt over his head revealing his tattooed chest already glistening with sweat. The scent of his arousal was so overpowering that I had no choice but to comply.

“Uh uh.. I didn’t give it a chance to finish.” I whispered too stunned to speak any louder.

“But it made you cum.” He pressed against me letting me feel just how much he needed to be inside me at this very moment.

“I couldn’t help…” A brutal kiss stopped me from saying any more.

“I can do better” he growled. “Sammy, get lost for a while!” he shouted. Sam’s heavy footsteps retreated out to the Impala as fast as he could carry himself. Dean kissed me again soft and slow, still managing to get the rest of his clothes off without breaking away from my lips. I was already soaked from the demon but when Dean looked me over I was a goner. A fresh wave of arousal hit me and his nostrils flared when he scented it. With one swift movement he grabbed my hips and slammed into me. We both moaned at the sensation. He moved inside me like he was possessed himself. “I was so scared, J.” his head fell forward onto my chest, whining as he drew closer to his release. “I thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t and I’m sorry I scared you.” I retorted breathlessly. We didn’t speak anymore. The only sounds to fill the decrepit room were the sounds of our moans and the slap of our bodies. His pace became erratic and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. I placed my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look down at me. We said nothing but stared long and deep into each other’s eyes as we both met our end then he collapsed, satiated and warm onto me. We held each other in the darkened room simply feeling each other’s feelings and thoughts. This was right. It felt like we belonged together. I knew at that moment that I loved him. Could feel that he loved me too. But something was off like he was conflicted. I didn’t want to ruin it by asking so I let him lay on my chest for a while longer.

After several moments we heard Sam calling from the foyer, “Are you two going to be much longer? I’m bored and hungry.” I laughed but Dean didn’t so much as crack a smile.

He stood up grabbing his clothes and throwing mine over to me. There was a hint of regret playing at his face which started to enrage me but I shut it down and finished dressing. “Do you want me to ride with you? I’ll let Sam drive my car home.” I was searching for anything that let me know he was happy with this. He gave me nothing.

“Why don’t you take Sam with you? I’ll meet you at the bunker.” He never made eye contact with me once. And it wasn’t lost on me that he said “the bunker” instead of calling it “home”.

“I’ll go alone.” I murmured. No response. “Hope you enjoyed yourself.” I said as grabbed my shoes and headed for my car. He didn’t follow me and I didn’t expect him to.

“You two good?” Sam asked with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But then he saw my face and the tears that were about to spill. “Ok, not good? I’m confused.”

“I need to get out of here.” My voice broke as I fished my keys out of my pocket. “Move, Sam. I have to go.”

“Jesse, look at me. You are a wreck. Let me drive you.” he grabbed my keys but I pushed his hand away. Dean started to descend the stairs looking down at his feet instead of towards me.

“Please, Sam. Let me go.” I pleaded with him. He finally relented and I took off before Dean could stop me if that was even his intention. Once I was in my car I plugged in my phone, put it on “do not disturb” and found a song loud enough to drown out any memory of what just happened. Fuck Dean Winchester. Fuck him and his stupid self loathing. I pounded my fist on the steering wheel in time to the drums in the song I had blaring through the car’s speakers. I needed a drink and a shower and to start looking for a new place to live because I was done. Fucking done with his bullshit. I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. I just wanted to get lost.

Once I made it into the bunker I grabbed a bottle of something brown and headed for the shower. Cas and Jack were smart enough not to say a word to me as I stormed past. Sam and Dean made it a few minutes after I did. I hurried out of my clothes and started the shower. Not only did I lock the door but I barricaded it with a chair that I grabbed from in front of the desk in my room. I turned the water on as hot as my body could stand and used my loofah to scrub every place Dean and Saleos had been. I scrubbed so hard at my thighs that the skin began to turn red and split into fine scrapes. I watched the blood well on my skin through blurry tears.

I got myself together and went back to my room to start throwing things into a bag. I had a few credit cards that I hadn’t used. What was left on them would be more than enough to get me a few towns over. I chugged from the open bottle relishing the sting in the back of my throat. I had no real plan other than getting as far away from Dean and this ridiculous bond as possible. I could hear him and Sam arguing from the other room but he didn’t come after me. He must have wanted me gone as much as I wanted to leave.I drained the rest of the bottle feeling the effects of the liquor starting to take hold. It only made me feel bolder and ready to throw some punches. I trekked back to the main room where everyone, including Eileen, were silently drinking. Eileen and Sam signed to each other but no one interjected. I didn’t say anything as I headed for the stairs. Dean watched me, making me angrier with each step that I took.

Jack was the only one to get up from his seat. He put his body between me and the stairs and placed his hands on my shoulders, “I don’t know what happened but I won’t let you deal with it alone. If you have to go, fine but I’m coming with you.” He held my shoulders tight, his eyes pleading. “You don’t have to do this alone, Jesse.” How did this kid know exactly what to say to make me feel guilty?

“Thank you for always taking care of me but I have to go, baby boy. I love you so much.” I hugged him tight, swaying a little from the effects of the alcohol.

“Stop her, Dean! You're in love with her. Don’t you feel it? The woman you love is walking away from you.” He begged and begged while I took the slow trudge up the stairs to the door.

“She wants to go, let her go. She wants to act like a little girl, that’s her right.” Dean grumbled. “All of you stay out of it. This is none of your business.” A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in my belly.

“Fuck you, Dean.” I flipped him off before yanking the handle on the door.

“No! This is absolutely our business. We are a family!” Eileen hugged Jack around his shoulders trying to shush him. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never. Do or die. Walk out the door and reject the bond once and for all or stay here and live with this hot and cold act that Dean does.

“You’re right, Jack. We are a family. And sometimes it’s ok when Mom and Dad fight. But we aren’t fighting are we, Dean? Wanna know what happened? Sam and Dean walked in at the exact moment that I ganked the demon all by myself.”

“Because that’s how you wanted it!” Dean shouted, taking the stairs two at a time to get in my face. Like that would intimidate me.

“You’re right! That’s how I wanted it. I let that black eyed piece of shit fuck me and I finished the job. But instead of being fucking concerned about me.. instead of giving a shit about how I was feeling you let your primal instincts take over and you fucked me. Had to mark your territory didn’t you, baby? Like you have some claim on me. And now he regrets it. So he’s letting me go to assuage his guilt. Does that sum it up?” I stood back and waited for him to say something. Anything to let me know that he cared even a little.

“Yeah that sounds about right. I feel fucking guilty. I regret that I couldn’t control myself. I feel fucking guilty that I wasn’t there to stop that fucker from violating you. And I’m pissed that you didn’t let me do this with you because I promise it wouldn’t have gotten that far. I went absolutely insane when you sent that SOS to Sam. Broke every traffic law on the books to get to you. And that’s what I had to walk into? Had to see that..that thing on top of you? Inside of you? The bond took over and I reacted and I feel like shit for taking advantage of you. Happy now? Go if you want. I won’t stop you. But you walk out…you walk away from me…from this, say out loud that you reject the bond so we can both move on.” We stared at each other, neither of us willing to relent. The problem was we were both incredibly stupid and stubborn and neither of us had the guts to really say what we felt. I guess he did just then but in general. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and let him hold me the way I knew he wanted to. His hands were curled into fists causing the veins to pop out on his forearms. He was holding himself back just as much. Like I said, we’re idiots. His eyes narrowed and he moved closer to me, “Say it.”

“I love you.” I blurted out. It seemed to take all of the wind out of his sails. From some distant corner of the room I heard Sam laugh and Eileen smacking him for doing so.

“I love you too!” he shouted back. “Don’t ever leave me again. It hurts my feelings when you do!”

“Fine! I had no idea where I was going anyway.” He tried not to smile but he lost that battle.

“Holy hell you two are idiots.” Sam shouted from the lower level. “Someone order a few pizzas before Jesse sobers up. She gets cranky when she’s hungry.”

Jack happily bounced up the stairs and took my bag while Dean and I continued to stare at each other. And we stayed that way for several more seconds before I walked past him to plop into a chair next to Cas. The angel put his arm around me grinning like a fool. “This relationship is going to put us all in harm's way isn’t it?”

“Oh none of us will survive it.” The

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Throwing Pebbles - The King’s Deal (28)

Masterlist / Previous

Word Count: 971

Warnings: King Michael being super creepy, some big reveals, other complications

Ship: Sam x OFC

Rating : Explicit for series

A/N: back in the past.

“Ah, the Winchester knights!” King Michael said grandly as Sam and Dean walked into his private meeting hall. “I’m sorry I forbid you from attending your lady’s ceremony, but I needed to see you without distraction.”

“How can we help you, King Michael?” Sam asked trying to remain polite.

“That Lady of yours is something quite special,” The king mused. “First she claims that you are courting,” He said walking up to Dean. “Then she wants you married off to her lady in waiting. How unusual and quite the low blow to you.” He was standing behind Dean now and let himself touch Dean’s hair.

“Your majesty, sometimes-” Sam started to try and change the subject.

“Don’t you dare interrupt me!” Michael roared at the younger knight. He calmed and seemed to realize that he was touching Dean. “I’m thinking of taking Lady Julie for my bride. She is beautiful, and my chancellors have been uneasy that I have been unwed for so long.” Sam and Dean tensed at his words.

“She’s not a member of your kingdom,” Sam said through gritted teeth.

“Oh so you don’t want me to marry her,” Michael laughed unpleasantly. “Perhaps you should consider my offer, Dean. Just say yes, I’ll let the Lady Julie marry whoever she wants.”

“No,” Dean said firmly. Michael scowled.

“Perhaps we should go,” Sam said uneasily. He seemed to only now realize how dangerous it was for them to be here alone with Michael. All of their plans could be tossed out the window if they said the wrong thing.

“Think about my offer,” Michael said. “You have until the end of your honeymoon. Enjoy your wedding,” He sneered.

Those months passed far too quickly. Dean and Lisa were married by the end of the next week by Cardinal Crowley. News had reached King Michael’s kingdom that Sir John Winchester had died while on the hunt. And they still had no better plans to protect Dean from the king.

It was late in the evening when Cole came and offered to help Julie out of her corset. Lisa was still gone for her honeymoon, and Julie didn’t trust anyone else.

“My lady? Julie?!” Cole exclaimed as he ran across the room and caught her before she hit the ground. He carried her to her bed loosening her corset and checking her breathing. When he was certain she was alive, he went to the door of the apartment and ordered a squire to fetch Sir Robert.

“What happened?” Bobby asked when he came into the apartment and Cole led him to Julie’s room.

“She fainted out of nowhere after standing up. You don’t think she’s hexed do you?” Cole asked.

“I’m not sure, bring me so warm water and a cloth with a twig of sage.” Bobby sat in the chair of her room and felt her breath and heartbeat. “Lady Julie?” He called quietly as he cracked a vial of smelling salts under her nose. She pulled away quickly reeling from the abruptness of the smell.

“Bobby?” Julie asked as she took in her surroundings.

“What have you gotten yourself into, girl?” Bobby asked rubbing his face tiredly. “You fainted and about killed your guard with fright.”

“Oh God,” Julie stared wide-eyed at the floor.

“Is there something I should know?” Bobby asked going and locking the door before Cole had a chance to come back.

“I might be pregnant,” Julie whispered looking up at Bobby.

“I’m gonna kill that boy. I didn’t think you’d be such a fool as to use that key when I had it sent to you,” Bobby scoffed.

“I already had it off by the time I got the note from you,” Julie blushed hard. “So at least you can spare yourself any blame.”

“You can’t tell anyone. Not yet, not Dean, not Lisa, not Cole, not even Sam,” Bobby said seriously. “If they know it’ll change what they are going to do about this business with Michael. We aren’t ready for a change at this level. So keep quiet and keep yourself in check.” Julie nodded agreeing with the older man.

“I have one problem with your plan,” Julie said. “I have to tell Cole. He needs to protect me. He knows all of my secrets.”

“All of them?” Bobby asked begrudgingly. “If you think that is best, then that’s fine, but he can’t tell anyone else.” And with that Bobby left her apartment.

“You’re with child?” Cole asked trying to hide his hurt as he sat in her room. “I suppose I should have seen it coming, with how often you see Sam.”

“You can’t tell anyone, not even Sam,” Julie emphasized.

“I would never betray you like that,” Cole agreed, reaching out to take her hand. “Do you love him?”

“Yes,” Julie said with a soft smile.

“He’s a good man, and loves you,” Cole said before kneeling in front of Julie. I’ll keep you and your child safe, Milady.”

“Thank you,” Julie said standing and holding Cole’s head against her belly like a dotting mother. “I’ll take care of you to the full extent of my power.” It was a simple agreement but the weight of their words laid heavy on both of them.

“When do you think you’ll have the baby?” Cole asked standing as Julie sat back down.

“Not for a while I’m sure. I’ve only missed one cycle,” Julie said as she tried to remember with all the stress of coming to the northern kingdom.

“Two,” Cole corrected. “You’ve missed at least two.” She looked at him speculatively as he seemed to keep better track of such things than her.

“Go bribe that squire so he doesn’t tell everyone that Sir Singer was here.” Julie teased as she graced him with a small smile before laying down.

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Chapter 10 - Admiration

Sam was in awe of how beautiful Central Park was at night. He had no idea that he was going to experience a place with such rich surroundings, nor a place that felt magical within its presence. He wondered if the park would be as interesting as this in the daytime.

The last time he was surprised by a place like this was when he first entered the grand halls of Stanford. When he first started at college he had no idea what to expect. And tonight he was experiencing that exact same feelings of transcendence and amazement. He never thought the night that he was having in that moment was ever something that he would encounter, let alone actually want. But being there amongst the wonderful scenery, the moonlight, and on top of all that, sharing the experience with an amazing company, it was truly remarkable. He felt like God must have had something to do with it.

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Soul to Souls - Five

Warnings: So, soulmates, huh? Implied smut, consent is sexy

Summary: Since she was four years old, Annaleigh has seen the same boy in her dreams. For twenty-five years, she grows to love the boy that has now turned into a man. Dean Winchester just lost the only family he has ever known. The guilt drives him to work harder than ever before. He works to forget the pain, until he meets Annaleigh and she turns his world upside down. What she learns changes both of their lives forever, but what will he do when he discovers the truth? Will he accept it or run back to the only life he has ever known?

Pairing: Dean x OC Annaleigh

Word Count: 1573

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, @katehuntington, thank you both for being my guides! Dividers and new cover art by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89.

A/N: This was my very first series I ever wrote four years ago in September 2016 and I am so happy and proud to bring this back home.

Soul to Souls Master List

Dean was pretty sure that he had stopped breathing but didn’t realize it until Annaleigh reached up and placed her hand over his heart. “I, um, woah. That’s just, well, fantastic,” he said before he practically jumped off the couch and started pacing the room. She didn’t try to stop him, which he found oddly comforting; she simply waited as he worked through his thoughts and emotions. Dean continued pacing and running his hands through his hair, as if it would make more sense the longer he did it.

“Dean, here, drink.” He hadn’t felt her as she had moved next to him until she placed a glass in his hand. He looked down at her, then at the glass, taking a swallow and feeling the smoothness coat his throat and calm him a little. “Thanks,” he replied, and she took the glass back and set it on the table.

“Sit down, Dean, before you wear a hole in my floor. Please.” She held out her hands to him. Without hesitation, he crossed the room and took them in his own. The now familiar spark traversed his skin. It was almost minute, but there. He glanced down at her hands in his, soft and delicate to the touch, even though he had experienced how strong and capable they were. He lowered himself to the couch, next to her, their legs brushing up against one another.

All the thoughts that had been running through his mind started flowing nonsensically from his mouth. “How could He...? When did...? Is that why...? I guess it makes sense. I remember this case a while back, when we had to locate a rogue cupid, and he told us the story of our parents. How they were destined to meet and be together, but it wasn’t really about them being together, it was more about Sam and me being born, bringing together the two families; the brains and the brawn, supposedly. It was all part of the bigger picture.” He turned to Annaleigh and saw her looking up at him with those big, beautiful, blue eyes. Damn, those eyes cast a spell on him every time he looked at her. Every thought in his head vanished. All he could see were those orbs, shining brightly, like the stars they had gazed upon before dinner.

He flicked his attention down to her lips, so full and tinged red from the wine, and he imagined they tasted like cherries. Dean leaned in, his eyes darting from her lips to her eyes and back again, silently asking for her permission. She closed the gap and gently pressed her lips to his.

Annaleigh took the lead and slowly glided her tongue over his lower lip, encouraging him to open his mouth to her, and he did, without doubt. Their tongues moved flawlessly together, like a well practiced dance. She softly trailed her hand over his arm, up to his shoulder, coming to rest on the back of his neck. Her fingers played with his closely cropped hair at the nape.

A content sigh left her lips as Dean pulled her closer, needing to feel the electricity coursing through his body as it pressed up against hers. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss and her hold on him. He tightened one arm around her waist, the other cupping the side of her face, wanting to feel every inch of her silky smooth skin.

Annaleigh pulled away, and Dean swore he saw stars. He pressed his forehead to hers, their chests heaving with the need for fresh oxygen. “Red, I gotta be honest with you, I don’t know if I buy into this whole soulmate business. I don’t doubt you, not in the least, but from where I’m sittin’, God doesn’t give a damn about us. What I do know is I can’t ignore whatever it is, pulling me closer to you.”

“Let’s not worry about what He may or may not have planned. How about we just live in the moment?” she whispered, peering up at him through thick lashes.

“Yeah, that I think we can do,” Dean agreed, kissing her lips softly.

With him consuming her every thought for the last three days, she stood up and took his hand in hers, boldly leading him up the stairs. Dean trailed behind her like a puppy, following her every move. Once inside her bedroom, Dean couldn't wait any longer to have his hands on her again. He took her face in both hands and crashed his lips to hers, craving that now familiar spark.

The desire to feel his skin on hers spurred her on, and she didn’t waste any time ridding him of his shirt and tie. She pulled Dean towards the bed and set to work undoing his belt and pushing the suit pants down his legs. Reaching for the waistband of his boxer briefs, she looked up wide eyed at him, when his hands took hers. He gently pulled her to her feet.

“Are you sure about this, Red? We don’t have to rush this. You tell me to stop and I stop. No questions, no regrets,” Dean paused, waiting for her consent. He knew what he wanted, but he needed her to say it, too.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Dean. I want this, I want you,” she whispered.

Dean ghosted his hands down her sides until he found the hem of her sweater and slowly slipped it over her head. His breath hitched in his throat as he took her in. Her skin was smooth and creamy, laced with freckles, almost matching his own. He reached out for her, and she melted into his embrace as he wrapped one hand in her hair and the other pressed to the small of her back. She pulled away reluctantly to peel the jeans from her skin, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties that were the same shade of blue as her eyes. Her beauty took his breath away.

Dean grabbed her by the hips and pushed her down to the bed gently. On all fours, he crawled over her until they were pressed together. “Last chance to back out, Red. I’m afraid I won’t be able to quit you.” His eyes darkened with passion, searching hers. Her hand rested on his cheek, and he leaned into her touch, kissing her palm.

“I’m no quitter, Winchester,” she smirked. It was all the permission he needed before he kissed her again, this time with more heat than before, pouring everything he had into it. He wanted to do this right, for her, for them.

They moved together slowly, savoring every moment. Dean sat back on his heels and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and inched them down her legs as she reached around and unhooked her bra, letting the straps slip off her shoulders as she held the flimsy fabric to her chest, taking a breath to let the moment sink in. Before her was the man she had grown to know and love from her dreams. Now he was here and moments from becoming hers. He was no longer a figment, a vision, he was real and warm, and solid under her touch. A tidal wave of emotion washed over her.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop? We’re moving too fast,” Dean whispered, pulling away.

“No, that’s not it,” Annaleigh sniffed. “I’ve imagined this moment ever since God revealed his plan to me. I knew it would happen, but I was ill prepared for the feelings rushing through me. I’m good, Dean, I promise. I don’t want us to slow down.” She pulled the silky material from her chest, throwing it to the side. Watching wide eyed as he removed his boxers, she gasped when she saw all of him. Lifting one finger, she beckoned him to her.

She reached out and ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, slowly tracing the tattoo inked there. Dean wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, letting her scent wash over him. Their passion lasted into the wee hours of the morning, Dean and Annaleigh becoming one, filling her room with moans and whispers of each other's names, like a prayer. The spark they had both felt ignited a fire that engulfed them, like the thunderstorm rolling in over the mountains.

As the sun peeked through the curtains, Dean propped himself up on one elbow watching her sleep. She snored softly, a content smile on her face. His rough fingertips traced mindless patterns into the satiny skin of Annaleigh’s back, placing random kisses over the freckles and tattoos he found there, taking time to discover her all over again in the morning light. Dean shifted the sheet aside, finding a small protection tattoo, just like his, on her left hip. He breathed a sigh of relief; knowing that she had it provided some security and peace of mind.

Annaleigh stirred, yawning widely. “Good Morning, Dean.”

“G’Morning, Red. Sleep well?” He pulled her into his side and kissed her passionately. She pulled away, nodding in sleepy agreement.

“So,” Dean started, looking into her bright blue eyes, “soulmates, huh?”

“Says God himself. So what do we do now?” She giggled in reply.

“Anything we want. Let’s start with breakfast and take it from there.”

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welldonebeca · 6 years

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You’re Really Here

Summary: You expected many things from your twin sister’s wedding. Meeting your soulmate wasn’t actually one of them. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Counting:1.2k Warnings: Wedding Fluff, Background Sam x OFC, Fluff, Soulmates AU. Sam is a lawyer, Dean is a mechanic.

There’s something about being a twin that fewer people realise. It’s not the fact you have to share a birthday, or that you grew up trying to overcome one another and never having anything truly and fully yours or the complicity, or anything like that.

No.

It was something you named as ‘the second twin effect’. You were the second twin.

Y/T/N was born before you and held before you. She had better grades, better looks and better luck with boys. In addition, of course, she was the first one to meet her soulmate and marry them.

So there you were now, wearing a dress you didn’t know the colour yet, holding her bouquet, and divided between being extremely happy for her, and sad that you would be lonely for now long. It’s not that your sister planned to abandon you, but you were always taught that soulmates could only be away from each other for so long.

“Are you sure I look good?” she turned around, nervous.

The dress hugged Y/T/N’s curves naturally and had a thin layer of lace and pearls. The bouquet, which you had just given her, was composed of roses. You wish you could see those roses’ colour.

“You look like a princess,” you smiled.

Your sister smiled, reaching out and holding your hand.

“Thank you for doing this for,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I wouldn’t be able to have a wedding half as beautiful if it wasn’t for you.”

You smiled.

You were the one responsible for Y/T/N’s wedding, and you’ve made your sister’s wedding the closest possible thing to perfect.

“Come on,” you whispered. “Let’s get you to that aisle.”

She smiled and you two walked to the outside silently. The music started playing and, you two – together – stepped on the yellow brick way you’ve left ready for her. You were the one walking her to the island. You only had each other, it couldn’t be any different.

The band started playing and you stared at the man standing in front of you for a moment.

Sam Winchester, the famous – tall, gorgeous – lawyer.

Who would guess she was that lucky?

Once you touch your soulmate, the world explodes in colours. Your sister was so overwhelmed by how everything looked different with just the touch of the man’s hand. You, on the other hand - no pun intended -, lived in a black and white world.

“Take care of her,” you said, looking at Sam’s eyes when you stopped by his side. “Or I’ll hunt you down and kill you. I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing.”

Sam laughed just as the man by his side chuckled, and you finally gave him a look. His best man, his older brother Dean. You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting just yet.

He was gorgeous. Clear eyes, spiky hair, sharp jaw and the most beautiful face you’ve laid eyes on. His figure was tall and not nearly as strong as Sam’s but still extremely hot, and he was smirking the whole time.

You stepped behind your sister, trying not to look too much at the unknown man. You would be introduced to him at the right time.

However, you barely saw the ceremony. Your eyes were glued to the man’s eyes and he barely blinked while staring at you. It was like he was a magnet, attracting your gaze the whole time. You could feel your cheeks warming every time he caught you looking, but he couldn’t complain, he was doing that too.

At the end of the ceremony, your mind ran back to the party and you assumed your role again, taking care of every single detail of the party.

“Y/N?” your sister called you before you could move from close to her.

“Yes?” you raised your head from the list of things you still had to do. “Bubblegum, I need to make sure things are…”

“I need to introduce you to someone,” she interrupted you. You frowned.

“Right now?” you frowned.

She rolled her eyes, so similar to yours but yet so different.

“Right now,” she pulled you, taking your phone from your hand.

“Hey!”

“My bridesmaids can take care of this list,” she said, sharing the archive and writing a message before locking your phone. “Now, you come with me.”

You tried to protest or at least move your arm from her strong grip but it didn’t work. Before you could say her name twice, you were in the middle of the dance floor with Sam and his brother standing by your side.

“Hey, Sam. Can you try and control your wife for a moment?” You teased them.

“Sorry, Y/N. You know her longer than I do and we both know she’s really stubborn.”

You shook your head and stared at him as the man by his side cleared his throat.

“This is Dean,” he introduced him to you. “Dean, this is Y/N.”

You nodded politely at him.

“Nice to meet you, Dean,” you said and looked at your brother-in-law. “Can I go back to make your wedding at least decent now? Cause I’m pretty sure Uncle Joe is trying to stick his fat finger in the cake without us noticing right now.”

Dean chuckled, surprised and amused by your words.

“Nope,” you sister said by your side. “You gotta share at least one dance.”

You looked at her with your eyes wide.

“I don’t dance and we both know that.”

Too late. The song started playing before you could protest and the newlywed couple was already holding hands and dancing in front of you.

“Sorry about that,” Dean said with a grin. “You can go back to your schedule if you want to.”

You sighed.

“Well, I’m already here, uh?” you chuckled, humourless, and he reached out with his right hand to you.

When you held his hand, it was as if something inside you exploded.

Your vision was filled with things you’ve never seen before. His eyes didn’t look just grey anymore and his mouth was as agape as yours.

The whole world stopped, your sister and Sam weren’t even there anymore. Dean was everything you could see and everything you wanted to see and touch. Inside your chest, something vibrated, and you honestly felt like you were home and complete.

Then, it hit you.

He was your soulmate.

You stared at each other with shocked looks for the longest minute of all. Your mind was running like a train, and his seemed to be too.

Before you could even stop yourself, you moved your hand away from his and threw your arms around his broad figure in a hug you would never give to someone you just met. However, this was Dean, and he felt as familiar to you as your own twin sister did, maybe even more.

Dean’s arms wrapped around your waist in a tight grip and he lifted you until you were comfortable circling his neck. He smelt so fresh and comforting.

“Soulmate.” You whispered.

“I thought I would never meet you.” He whispered sounding hurt. “I lost hope… I…”

You wondered what had happened to him. You wanted to know all of his story, and everything about him. Every second of his life was important, but not right now. Right now, you just squeezed him tighter, because you knew he needed that. Something inside you said Dean had suffered too much, and you were not brought to his life in that moment for a random reason.

“But you are here,” he said, shocked and happy. “You’re really here.”

“I’m here,” you said, finally. “I’m right here.”

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Soulmates: Chapter Twenty-Three – First Meeting

Summary: Jensen’s wife, Ava, crashes the Supernatural panel at AtlantaCon.

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Jared Padalecki.

Warnings: None. Not even language. I’m so proud of myself! 😊

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Just some sweet and fluffy memories of Jensen and Ava’s relationship over the past ten years. This takes place in the autumn of 2016. The text in italics is a memory. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine!

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September 2016

“Hi! My question is for Jensen,” the girl in the crowd giggled. Jared sighed dramatically, rolling his head until it fell back and let an exaggerated huff leave his mouth. The crowd laughed, and Jensen shook his head as if dealing with a spoiled child.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Jensen’s deep voice rumbled.

“My name is Lucy, and this is my first time at a convention, so I’m sorry if you’re asked this a lot. I was wondering if you could tell us about the first time you met your wife and what your first impression of her was?” The crowd let out a chorus of ‘oohs’, eagerly awaiting his answer. Jensen smiled shyly, licked his lips, and nervously rubbed the back of his head.

“You know, this is a really good story,” Jared said with a smile.

“A heads up on this one, guys, I need to be careful with this. My parents and my in-laws are in here somewhere. I’m not sure if they know this story. There was a little bit of drama? Action? Adventure when we met? I’m not sure what you’d call it, but when I got over that, my first impression was, ‘My God, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!’ And I’m pretty sure I told my mom that night - she can correct me if I’m wrong - that I’d met the woman I was going to marry.” Jensen glanced at his mom and mother-in-law, who shared a smile and hug as the audience cheered loudly.

“I didn’t know Ava before she took the role of Hannah on the show,” the crowd whooped at the mention of the character his wife had played on Supernatural for five years. “I hadn’t seen any of her work because, you know, it was girly stuff, and I’m a guy! But I did know who she was. I knew she was blonde, gorgeous, incredibly sexy, and to tell you the truth, when Eric told me she had taken the role, my first thought was, ‘Oh great! I get another dumb blonde to work with!’” he said sarcastically.

“Now, if ever I was going to learn a lesson in the saying, you should never judge a book by its cover. This was it!”

The crowd laughed, and Jensen was consumed with memories as he told the AtlantaCon crowd how he and his wife met for the first time.

June 2005

“Seriously, Kripke? You’re hiring another blonde bimbo for the show?” Jensen fumed.

“Ava is a great actress, and she nailed the audition. It was a close call between her and another CW actress. We thought Ava would be the better fit, uhm, personality-wise, with the rest of the cast and crew,” Eric replied.

“So, what you’re saying is that the other actress was good but a bitch?” Jared laughed.

“Pretty much. And she had drama written all over her,” Eric nodded. “Listen, go home. Try to watch some of her work. I promise you both, she’s perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jensen went home that night and went online trying to find information on Ava Broussard, his new co-star and love interest for one of the Winchester brothers, which one was still to be determined. He couldn’t find footage of her work, only photos of her attending events. He couldn’t deny that she was breathtakingly beautiful.

She had stunning sky-blue eyes, a bright and infectious smile, high cheekbones and perfectly plump pink lips, glamorous makeup and sleek, straight blonde hair, and a fantastic body. She was thin but with curves in all the right places. Jensen knew men everywhere would be drooling over a woman like her. As he stared at her photo for longer than necessary, he realised Ava looked like the type of woman Dean Winchester would fall for. But he would be pissed with Kripke if she was another typical dumb blonde he had to tolerate. Especially as her character, Hannah Singer, would be around for a while if the viewers liked her.

The next day, Jensen was heading from his trailer to hair and makeup, reading the new script, which confirmed Hannah would capture Dean’s heart. Walking around the corner, he walked into something that let out a high-pitched ‘oft’. When Jensen glanced down, he saw a woman sitting on the ground. Realising he had walked straight into her and she’d bounced off him and landed on her ass, he rushed over to her.

“Shit! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going! Are you alright?” he asked, reaching out to help her.

“No, please don’t apologise. It was my fault. I should know better than to walk around with my head in a book!” she replied, taking his outstretched hand, and he helped up.

She and Jensen began picking up the belongings that had fallen with her. A faux leather tote handbag lay open on the ground, contents spilling out, and a book and her script lay in different directions. She threw everything back in her bag as he picked up her book and script.

“Here,” he said as he handed her the belongings.

“Thanks. That’s one hard chest you have there!” Ava chuckled nervously.

“I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?” Jensen asked, concern crossing his face.

“No, I’m fine. Embarrassed, but fine!” she laughed. The sweet, musical sound made him stop his fussing and look at her properly for the first time, taking in all her features, and his heart skipped a beat.

She was about 5’6”. Her curly blonde hair was loose, hanging a couple of inches past her shoulders. She was wearing ripped jeans, a New England Patriots hoodie at least two sizes too big for her and a pair of well-worn Converse. Her face was clear of makeup, and she was wearing glasses, the kind with thick, black, square frames. She was beautiful and looked kinda familiar to him. Jensen searched his brain, trying to remember if he’d met her before, but nothing came.

“So, what are you reading that had you so engrossed you weren’t looking where you were going?” he asked. Ava looked up at him with wide eyes, thinking he was mad at her, but her face softened into a smile when she saw he was smirking.

Ava could see he was a beautiful man, and it was clear from how the muscles in his arms flexed when he crossed them over his chest that he took care of himself, and she could feel the flutter in her tummy from nerves.

“The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. It’s set just after the Spanish Civil War. A man takes his son to a secret library of long-forgotten books, which are looked after by a select few. Upon the boy’s ‘initiation’, he chooses a book to read called ‘The Shadow of the Wind’. He becomes obsessed with the story and the author. When he tries to find more books by him, he discovers that it’s a story within a story, and the mystery surrounding the author is more fascinating than the story he wrote.” She spoke animatedly, making him smile as he could feel her passion for literature. Boy, was she something!

“Sounds very interesting,” Jensen smiled. “Do you read a lot?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, I love to read. I’ve always got two books with me. The one I’m reading and another in case I finish the first one,” she laughed at his raised eyebrows. “What? I get anxious if I don’t have anything to read!” she defended herself, and he laughed heartily. “You go ahead and laugh, Mister, but I think you’ll find it’s a real phobia!” Ava grinned before a giggle slipped out unchecked.

“No way is that a phobia!” Jensen shook his head in disbelief.

“It is, I swear! It’s called Abibliophobia.”

“The fear of running out of reading material,” Jared said as both Jensen and Ava’s heads snapped towards the voice coming from a trailer door. “Hey, you must be Ava. I’m Jared Padalecki. I play Sam Winchester.”

“Nice to meet you, Jared,” Ava smiled and held out her hand to him. He strolled towards her and took her hand to shake. “Wow, you’re tall!” she said, making Jensen and Jared laugh.

It made sense to Jensen now why she looked familiar, he’d been looking at her picture just last night, but this was the real Ava. The curly-haired, no-makeup girl who wore jeans, a hoodie, and glasses. And she was even more stunning in her natural state.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself. Very rude of me, especially after knocking you on your ass! I’m Jensen Ackles. I play Dean Winchester. It’s a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to working with you,” he smiled.

“Thanks, you too! Ava Broussard. I’m playing Hannah Singer. Looks like you and I will be working closely with one another. I’m excited to work with you,” she smiled shyly. “Both of you,” she added.

“So, are you heading to makeup?” Jensen asked her.

“Yeah, but I don’t know which way to go,” she smiled at him shyly.

“I’m headed there now. You wanna walk with me?”

“I’d like that,” Ava smiled. “See you later, Jared,” she said, and Jared lifted a hand in farewell.

Jensen and Ava fell into step with one another. They talked the whole way to the makeup trailer and for the entire duration of their character makeovers. The conversation flowed about where they were from, their families and some of their hobbies. Jensen couldn’t be happier that she wasn’t the bimbo he assumed she’d be, knowing he’d be able to have an intellectual conversation with her.

In her excitement of being on set, she left her book in the makeup trailer, which Jensen took with him to personally return to her. As he stood off to the side and watched Ava film her first scenes, Jared appeared as they were resetting the scene.

“So,” Jared started as he stopped next to him. “Not a dumb blonde, huh?” he finished with a smirk.

“Far from it,” Jensen said as he scanned through the book she’d been reading. “She reads in Spanish, Jare,” he said, astonished, a goofy smile adorning his face.

The audience cheered, and Jensen nodded with an impressed look. “He was just gone from that moment on!” Jared laughed.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I was gone from the second she collided with my chest, but unfortunately, I found out a day or two later that she was engaged, so any thought of romance went on the back burner, and she became one of my best friends,” the crowd aww’d at Jensen’s confession.

“When we started filming the second season, Ava had been moved from recurring to main cast, and the Network found her an apartment in Vancouver so she wouldn’t be living in a hotel like she did during season one. Our apartments were in the same complex, and whenever our filming schedules were the same or similar, we’d carpool to and from the set.

“We made a habit of going for breakfast every morning either before we went to set or on the way home when we’d been on night shoots. That’s when we became very close; between the breakfasts and being neighbours, we’d hang out much more off-set. We’d have movie days, binge box sets on DVD because there was no Netflix back then!” he laughed, “or we’d watch whatever game was on that night or weekend. Of course, it was always extra fun when the Cowboys played the Pats! Still is! Man, nothing comes between my girl and her Pats!” Jensen chuckled, and the audience laughed.

“She was single by this point, but it was a hurtful breakup for her, the details of which I won’t go into but are out there if any of you don’t already know what happened. She’d retreated into herself for a while, but I was there as she built herself back up and healed herself. It was absolutely breathtaking to watch. She stayed the same beautiful, funny, kind, caring and bubbly person that she’d always been, but with a lot of self-reflection, she transformed into an amazingly confident and happy woman who was thriving.

“We both, well, I already had feelings for her, but I guess I began to notice that maybe things were changing for her…” the crowd screamed, making Jensen lower his head in embarrassment and rub the back of his neck. Once they settled, he continued.

“Up to that point, we’d only hinted at Dean and Hannah’s sexual relationship. I mean, yeah, there were some really hot make-out sessions and other stuff between them, but when we filmed their first full-blown sex scene, it was just the two of us and a couple of essential crew on a closed set. I don’t know why, but that was the day I finally gained enough courage to ask her out on a date, and uh, yeah… she said yes!” The crowd cheered.

“Best day of my life up until that point,” Jensen gushed. “She’s given me so many best days since then, each one better than the last, but uhm, yeah…” There was another chorus of ‘aww’ from the crowd before Jared chimed in.

“I feel so honoured to have been there to see them falling in love with each other. It made me understand what love could be and should be. It’s one of my happiest memories - along with meeting Gen, of course - from working on the show that I’ll never forget. In saying that, I have a feeling they started a little something, something before then, if you know what I mean! Friends with benefits, maybe?” Jared winked dramatically at Jensen, and the audience went wild, “but both of them are suspiciously quiet on that one!”

Jared grinned as Jensen gave him the classic bitch-face. “I’m sorry, did I hit a nerve?” Jared laughed heartily.

“Shut up, dude! I told you, my parents and my in-laws are here!” Jensen whisper-yelled, causing the audience to laugh.

“Okay…” the crowd went wild as Ava appeared on stage, dressed in a peachy-pink, floral maxi dress and wedge shoes. Her long blonde curls were in a high messy ponytail. When he saw her, Jensen’s smile could’ve lit the darkest of rooms; his adoration was as clear as day to the entire auditorium. “So, the start of our relationship may have been more… modern than traditional…”

Jensen stood from his stool and walked towards his wife. When he reached her, he put his arms around her waist and leaned down to place a sweet, loving kiss on her lips. Once again, the crowd went wild, screaming and cheering for the small screens ‘Golden Couple’. Jensen kept one arm around Ava’s waist as he guided her towards his stool, holding her hand as he helped her settle on it.

“Ava Ackles, everyone!” Jared said into his mic as he kissed her cheek in greeting, causing the crowd to scream and cheer once again. Ava’s hand settled over her heart, and she bowed her head in respect and appreciation for the SPN Family.

Once everyone had settled down again, Jared said, “So, was that an admission that something happened between you guys before Jay asked you out?”

This time, it was Ava who gave Jared a bitch-face. He laughed loudly, held his hands up in surrender and asked: “Does anyone have a question for Ava?” Hundreds of hands shot up in the air, and Jared picked a girl near the front of the audience. “What’s your question, sweetheart?”

“We’ve just heard Jensen tell us about the first time you met and his first impression of you. I’d like to know your first impression of Jensen?” she asked, and the crowd murmured in intrigue.

“Hmm… good question!” Ava hummed. “The first time I met Jensen, as you heard, he knocked me flat on my butt, and I thought he was gonna be so mad at me. Neither of us was paying attention to where we were going, but no matter what he says, I had my nose in a book, so it really was my fault. After my initial embarrassment, when I looked at him properly and saw him…” a cheeky grin covered Ava’s face. Again, the crowd screamed in agreement as Ava gave a look and nod that said, ‘I know, right?’

“Now, I crashed into a big, hard wall of muscle, and the only thing that went through my mind was, ‘You can knock me down anytime!’ Which is terrible, right? I was with someone at the time, but I’m not blind! I mean, look at him! Who wouldn’t want to be bowled over by that!? He literally swept me off my feet!” Jensen threw his head back in laughter as more cheering erupted from the crowd.

“And I don’t know if you know this, but when I get nervous, I just talk and talk, and he’s just so handsome, and when he asked about the book I was reading, I couldn’t stop talking. And I remember thinking: ‘Shut up, Ava! Just shut up!’ So, yeah! I went from ‘he’s gonna hate me’ to a nervous, doe-eyed girl who couldn’t shut up pretty quickly! But he was really sweet. He showed me around set and made me feel welcome and part of the family. He was, and still is, a true southern gentleman.” Ava finished, and the crowd ‘aww’d.’

“You got some time for a few more questions?” Jensen asked her away from the microphone.

“Of course, I do, babe,” she smiled.

“Alright, let’s have another question for Ava!” Jensen said. Hands shot up through the auditorium, and Ava pointed to a young girl in the middle. “Young lady in the cute rainbow shirt,” she said, “what’s your question, hon?”

“Hi, Ava! My name is Alice, and I was wondering - Jensen mentioned earlier that you had a bad breakup before you two started dating and that you came out on the other side more confident. How did you do that?”

“Oh wow, I did lots of things. All the usual heartache stuff; I cried a lot, threw a lot of things, broke way too many things, drank way too much wine, and even more whiskey. Ate unhealthy amounts of chocolate and way more ice cream than is ever acceptable. But I had to do some big things too, you know?

“I grew up in a house with four sisters and spent sixteen years sharing a room with one of them. There was no such thing as alone time in my family. Then, I left Boston and moved to New York with my best friend, Hilarie, where we shared an apartment through college. Then we road-tripped across the country to L.A. and lived together there too. Again, not a whole lot of alone time.

After Hilarie moved out, I moved my boyfriend at the time in, so I’d never been on my own for any significant length of time, and suddenly, I found myself living alone in Vancouver pretty much full time, miles away from my family and friends, only having these guys and the crew for company. I didn’t really know how to just be me. Does that make sense?”

A murmur of agreement came from the hall, and she nodded before continuing. “I had no idea what to do with myself. So, I used all this newfound alone time and learned to care for myself properly. I figured out who I was without my sisters, friends, or boyfriend. I thought about who I was and who I wanted to be. What I wanted to do, where I wanted to go, how I’d get there and who I wanted by my side while I did it.

“I think that’s ultimately where confidence comes from. Surrounding yourself with people who love you for you. If you have to tone yourself down or act differently with someone, hide who you really are, they shouldn’t be part of your tribe.” Cheers and whoops came from the fans who watched American Horror Story and caught the reference to her character, Misty Day, from ‘Coven’.

“Once I knew who I wanted by my side, I dropped a lot of dead weight from my life, and it felt good! The next thing I had to do was heal myself. I had to tend to my bruised ego, find my misplaced self-esteem, learn to trust people again, and, most importantly, love myself again. At the risk of sounding like a cheesy romance novel,” a chorus of whoops erupted as they guessed where this was going.

“Although I had to do the hardest part alone, the soul-searching and the self-reflection, Jensen really helped me through it all. Of course, my family and friends supported me. But I filmed in Vancouver, and Jensen was physically there with me, helping me through it.

“He was my best friend and biggest advocate then - he still is. He was my biggest cheerleader, staying by my side and supporting me, even when I told him he was annoying and to leave me alone. And most importantly, he loved me, especially on the days that I didn’t even like myself. He still does all those things and so much more than I can ever thank him for.

“That breakup had been in March, and one September morning, I woke up and felt different. I was happy, felt good about myself, and was completely at peace with everything. That day, the three of us were going to a music and food festival in Stanley Park and as I was getting ready, I got a text message from Jay. All it said was good morning and that he was looking forward to spending the day with me and a couple of kisses, and I got butterflies in my stomach so bad! That’s when I realised that somewhere in those six months, I’d fallen in love.” Ava finished with a shy smile whilst Jensen wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind and kissed the side of her head. “Thank you for your question, Alice! Sorry, I went a little off-topic at the end there!” Ava laughed.

“Alright, next question from…” Jensen said as every hand shot up in front of him. “Yeah, the lady in the blue sweater.”

“Hey, everyone! My name is Olivia. You and Ava always sound great when you sing together.”

“Aw, thank you,” Ava and Jensen said simultaneously. “That’s very sweet of you.” Ava finished.

“You’re welcome! How did you discover, or who discovered, that your voices went so well with each other? And do you always sing together at home?”

“I hardly ever stop singing!” Ava laughed.

“Or dancing!” Jensen added with a loving smile. “We sing all the time at home or in the car. Music is important to both of us, and we want to pass that love on to the girls, so we get them to sing with us. Ava teaches them dances to their favourite songs, and I’m teaching Maddie how to play the ukulele. When she’s a bit bigger, I want to teach her to play the guitar too.”

“She’s far too small to hold a guitar just now, so the ukulele is perfect for her, and she’s a natural, just like her daddy!” Ava smiled proudly.

“Our house is full of music. All the time. We practically breathe it! Now, for the other part of your question, I think I’ll pass that over to you, Princess.” Jensen smiled.

“The first time we sang together was not the first episode I filmed, but maybe the second or third?” Ava looked to Jensen for clarification.

“Second,” he nodded his head in confirmation.

“We were in the hair and makeup trailer at the same time, and the radio was playing The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, which is an awesome song by one of my favourite bands, and we both just started singing along. We naturally fell into the harmonies and sang our hearts out! We got cheers and claps from Sarah and Annie. After that, we kept singing whenever we were in hair and makeup together.

“Eventually, it moved out of the comfort zone of the trailer and to the set. Eric Kripke approached us around the end of season one and was like, ‘I’ve got this idea in my head that just won’t go away. How would you guys feel about doing a scene where you’re singing in the Impala?’ And I was just like, ‘Hell, yeah!’ Jensen needed a little more persuasion, but once I convinced him he was an amazing singer, he was completely on board. That’s how the ‘Bad Moon Rising’ scene was born,” she smiled, and the fans cheered loudly.

“So, you guys can thank Ava for having Jensen sing for you at these Cons!” Jared said to the crowd, followed by more cheering in the room.

“You’re welcome!” Ava whispered into her microphone, and the boys and the auditorium erupted with laughter. Once everyone had settled again, Jensen continued.

“That was actually such a fun scene to film. I’ll never forget it! It was a night shoot, which are always fun and incredibly surreal. You get to a point around three in the morning where you’re just so tired, and you become hyper and giddy,” Jensen said.

“Delusional,” Ava added, and everyone laughed.

“Yeah, good times all ‘round!” Jensen laughed. “It was Dean and Hannah’s first hunt without Sam, so it was just the two of us in Baby.” Jensen gestured to himself and his wife. “Ava got to sit shotgun for a change, and it was awesome,” he grinned dreamily like a teenager causing more laughter to ring out. “One, she’s way prettier to look at than Jared. Two, she smells so much nicer than him and three, she’s a much better actor,” Jensen said, causing roaring cheers to tear through Jared and Ava and rumble through the hall from the fans.

“We must’ve sang Bad Moon Rising a hundred times for that scene, but it never got boring or tiring. Neither did being in the Impala with her for the entire night,” he smiled with nostalgia. “That song has held a special place in my heart since childhood, and it goes so much deeper now because of the good memories from filming that scene. We only stopped laughing long enough to get the footage for the scene filmed. Parts of the footage they used in the show are just Ava and I laughing at God only knows what! And the gag reel for that scene was long!” The crowd clapped and cheered as Jensen finished answering the fan’s question.

“We went to our local diner for breakfast on our way home from that shoot, and we both still had the giggles so bad! Everyone thought we were drunk, which only made us laugh more! That night is in my top five favourite memories from the show,” Ava smiled happily.

“Thank you for your question,” Jensen finished.

“Okay, I’ve got time for one more question before I have to run to the other side of this building for The Walking Dead panel.” The last question was, again, for Ava and Jensen.

“Obviously, Ava has returned to Supernatural several times over the years. Can I just say that I loved your portrayal of yourself in The French Mistake? It’s one of my all-time favourite episodes! What was it like to portray yourself? I’d also like to ask if you’d work with one another again either back at Supernatural or in a different role?” A young lady asked.

“Thank you! It’s a strange experience playing a parody of yourself, and honestly, I seriously considered not doing it. I hadn’t been away from the show for very long, and I didn’t know if it was the right time to go back. But once I’d spoken to Gen about it because, by the way, the boys didn’t know they’d called and asked us to do the episode. They wanted us to make an unbiased decision, so we had to keep it on the down low.

“I was on hiatus from The Walking Dead, and we still lived in L.A. at the time, so I flew out to Texas for a few days to talk to Gen about it. We talked about it a lot over a few days, and we felt that, to make the episode work best, either both of us had to do it or neither of us. The three things that sold it for us were that we’d be taking the complete piss out of ourselves. Gen with the backyard alpacas and adopting otters, me as the stereotypical Bostonian who ‘coulda gone to Hahvahd.’ Secondly, we’d be acting as best friends, which we are in real life, but obviously weren’t in the show because, you know, she killed me,” Ava said dramatically, gaining laughter from the boys and the crowd. “Lastly, we’d get to work together again, even if it was only one scene, but I’m glad I did it. It’s always great to go back, and it’s always so much fun! So, Jay, would you work with me again?” she asked her husband.

“I would love to work with you again,” he smiled at her. “We have this completely tangible chemistry onscreen, which makes the characters we play and the storylines we’re portraying much more realistic, and it’s so much more fun to act alongside such a talented and beautiful woman. Of course, I should mention we have amazing chemistry offscreen, too, right darlin’?” Jensen glanced over at Ava and smirked. “Are you blushing?” he teased.

“Oh, stop.” Was the only retort her embarrassed mind could come up with.

“She’s so cute when she blushes! It makes me unbelievably happy that I can still make her blush after ten years together!” The cocky smile on her husband’s face made her smirk and shake her head in defeat. “Oh, wow! Did I just make my wife speechless? There’s something I never thought would happen!”

“Baby?” Ava said in a sickly-sweet tone.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“You just put yourself on Amelia’s diaper duty for a week!” The auditorium erupted into laughter and cheers, and Jensen lowered his head whilst biting his lower lip and smiled. Jared laughed heartily, putting his arm around Jensen’s shoulder.

“You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?” Jared said, amused. “You just had to prod her with the stick. When will you learn, buddy?” Jared laughed.

“Apparently, never,” Jensen said, shaking his head and causing Ava to burst into intense laughter that she almost toppled off the stool.

“I love hearing that laugh!” Jensen said, smiling.

“I love you,” she smiled, leaning in to peck his cheek and causing him to grin goofily.

“My answer to that part of your question and, can I just say? He’s not wrong about the chemistry thing! On or offscreen!” Ava grinned, and the audience responded with a mixture of ‘aww’s’ and wolf whistles.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’d ever say no to working with Jensen. He’s a great actor and very professional. I miss working with him. We spend a lot of time apart, so any excuse to have more time with him is a no-brainer for me,” she smiled, and the fan thanked her for answering her question.

“I’m going to leave you boys to it! Thank you for letting me crash your panel!” Ava grinned.

“You didn’t give us much choice!” Jared joked, and Ava laughed heartily.

“And thanks to you guys,” she directed to the crowd. “I wish I could spend some more time with y’all. You’ve been very kind allowing me to take some time from your dose of J2. This family here is one of the best out there. I love all of you, and I’m incredibly blessed and proud to have been and still be part of the SPN Family. And please remember to Always Keep Fighting,” Ava said, blowing kisses out to the audience.

Jensen, ever the gentlemen, held his hand out for her to help her hop off the stool. She gave Jared a heartfelt hug and a kiss goodbye, and he thanked her for her impromptu appearance on stage.

In the microphone, Jensen said, “Would you mind giving us a minute?” He took the cheering as a yes, placed his and Ava’s microphones on the table, took his wife’s hand, and walked her offstage for a more private goodbye.

“That was a nice surprise, Princess.”

“Well, I aim to please,” she smirked.

“Thank you for doing that. The fans still love you, and I know you’ve got panels up to your neck this weekend,” Jensen smiled softly.

“It’s my pleasure, handsome. I love doing it!”

“Oh, I know you do, baby girl!” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her words.

“Steady, Cowboy! Save it for later!” she whispered seductively in his ear, and he groaned low in his throat. “Go! Get back out there, baby!” Ava said as she leaned up and kissed his lips softly.

Jensen wrapped her in a hug and kissed her forehead. “Good luck with your panel. We’ll miss the start, but we’ll be in there.” “Thanks, baby. Knock ‘em dead!” They shared one last kiss before Jensen returned to the Supernatural panel and Ava headed over to where The Walking Dead panel was about to start.

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So Long

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

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I’ve always really loved the soulmate cliché, so I decided to write one of my own. As I was figuring out the basics of what I wanted to do, Niall Horan’s song So Long came on my playlist. It’s a beautiful song and I realized how well it fit the story I was trying to come up with, so this is based off of it.

A/N 2: So I just jumped back on the Supernatural bandwagon. While I was never truly off the wagon per se, it was more of a background appreciation for it while I was interested in other things. But I finally convinced myself to finish season 15 and now I'm all in again.

I remembered this fic I started like four years ago. I never posted it because it wasn't finished. It's still not, but I went back and reread what I have so far, and I'm actually super happy with it. So, that being said, I'm going to admit that I'm a super inconsistent writer. I might be super motivated to write for a few days (which I definitely am right now) and then not write again for a year. That's half the reason I never posted it. The other half is because, while I don't actually write things down often, I make stories in my head constantly and I've realized that I often go back and change details to fit the new direction I've decided to go in. And so I didn't want to post this until I was all done in case I wanted to make changes. But I decided I can edit and let people know things changed if it comes to that. I'm hoping if I can get some people to see this and get a little feedback, it will keep me motivated to write. All feedback is appreciated! Tell me what you liked. Tell me what could improve. Let me know if you find any grammar errors or inconsistencies. As long as it’s said nicely, I’m glad for absolutely any comments you might have.

My plan is to update weekly to give myself time to get the next chapters done. The second chapter is currently done/super close to done. Not sure if I want to add more to it or move it to another chapter. I’ve got a decent start on chapter 3 also. With the outline I have currently, this story is set to be 8 chapters. That could easily change though.

Also, shoutout to @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. You probably don’t even remember, but you read this chapter over for me way back when I first wrote it, so thanks for the support you gave me then!

Sorry for the super long note, and thanks for reading this far if you did!

Series Masterlist

Looking back through changes Where we started from Don’t know about you but I Knew it wasn’t wrong

Ages 16 and 17 June 25, 1996

I woke up, not exactly expecting to feel different, but maybe hoping. Today I would find out who my soulmate was. At least, I’d get a first name. Even though I knew it was stupid to get my hopes up, I couldn’t help but secretly want it to be Dean’s name. I was also nervous. Did I really want to know? If it wasn’t Dean, how would I deal with the disappointment? But if it was Dean, how could I possibly approach a subject like that? And even then, it wouldn’t mean it was Dean Winchester I was meant to be with. There were other Deans in the world. And wouldn’t he have said something by now if my name was tattooed on him somewhere?

Taking a deep breath, I looked over all of the skin currently exposed by my pajamas. Nothing on my arms or legs from the knees down. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 9:30. I couldn’t believe I’d slept that long, that my dad had let me!

I jumped out of bed, grabbing my towel and clothes for the day, heading straight for the shower. I’d made one friend in this small Louisiana town, a very outgoing girl I’d bumped into while getting groceries with Sam and Dean. She’d been excited to meet someone new, saying all of her friends were on vacation for the summer, and she and I were supposed to meet up soon to spend the day together.

I started the shower to let the temperature adjust and then started the process of removing my clothes, checking each inch of revealed skin for a name. Nothing yet, then. Supposedly, the name showed up around the time of day you were born. I had no idea what time that was, so I would let Alyssa distract me for the day and check again tonight.

When I came out of the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt with my hair in a ponytail to combat some of the summer heat, my dad was just closing the door, chocolate chip muffins, my favorite breakfast food, in his hand.

“Happy birthday,” he smiled. “How does it feel to be sixteen?” He asked this question every year, but this was the big year, and it held a little more weight behind it. “It feels… pretty much the same as every other year I guess.” I told him honestly. Other than my nerves being slightly on edge with the upcoming soulmate reveal, it felt like any other day. “What are you still doing here? I thought you and John would’ve left by now.”

“That was the original plan, but I couldn’t leave without seeing my daughter on her birthday. I wanted to have the chance to eat breakfast together. The case can wait a couple hours.” He told me, sitting down at the table.

“Where are those two shadows of yours?” He teased as I took a seat across from him and grabbed a muffin. I knew he wouldn’t ask about my tattoo. He didn’t like people prying into his life and he didn’t pry into mine. He knew I’d tell him if I wanted to.

“I have no idea,” I replied as I peeled the wrapper off my muffin. “I haven’t seen either of them, but I just got up. Thanks for letting me sleep in by the way.”

“I figured one day can’t hurt. But don’t think you can go slacking off. It’s back to morning runs and training after this.” He said before taking a bite of his own muffin. “I still don’t understand why those boys aren’t here. You three make such a big deal out of each other’s birthdays, I half expected them to break down the door.” He mused.

“Maybe they forgot. And we don’t make ‘such a big deal.’ One present and a movie night isn’t too much to ask. Besides, it’s mostly Sam. Dean always made a big deal about his birthdays growing up and so Sam learned to do the same for us.” I told him.

“Yeah but a bunch of kids scrounging up enough money to get those presents for each other is a big deal.” He said with a fond smile. Taking the last bite of his muffin, he stood and grabbed something off of the counter. “Speaking of presents,” he said as he handed it to me.

“Dad, you didn’t have to.” I told him as I grabbed it.

“I know I didn’t, but it’s not every day your baby girl turns sixteen. It’s not much, but I thought you would enjoy it.” He replied a little awkwardly.

I grinned and wrapped my arms around him, Backstreet Boys CD clutched in my hand. I had found them on accident really. It was all Alyssa’s fault. I generally enjoyed the same music as Dean, but she had showed me one of their songs and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Dad had heard me humming it one day which led to an embarrassing confession.

“Don’t tell Dean.” I pleaded, knowing the endless teasing and likely judgment I would be on the receiving end of if he found out. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” Dad laughed, pulling away from the hug.

“I should probably go find him though,” I said, glancing at the clock. “I’m supposed to meet Alyssa soon and he said he’d drive me.”

“Have fun!” I heard him shout as I left our motel room. I saw the Impala parked by the room next door, so I knew he was here at least. Since Dean has legally been able to drive, John gave it to Dean and the two of them take either my dad’s truck or the one John had purchased after gifting Dean the Impala. As I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open.

“Oh!” John said, startled. “I was just going to tell your dad we need to get going. I’m glad you’re up.” Then he was in the motel room I’d just abandoned, not waiting for my response.

“Hi to you to.” I mumbled under my breath. I walked through the door John had left open to see Dean sprawled out on the couch. He turned to me when I closed the door and grinned.

“Hey, there’s the birthday girl!” He exclaimed, prompting Sam to run out of the bathroom, dressed and looking fresh from the shower, toothbrush in his mouth.

“Jenna! You’re here! I wanted to go to your room a while ago, but Dean told me to let you sleep. Were you sleeping?” Before I could answer him, he rushed on. “He told me you’re going to spend the day with your friend, but we’re still going to have our movie night, right? We have to have our movie night. It’s our tradition!”

“Breathe, Sam.” I chuckled. “Of course we’re having movie night. It wouldn’t be a birthday without it. Now how about you go finish brushing your teeth before you start drooling on the floor.” Content with my answer, he hurried back to the bathroom, hand cupped under his chin where toothpaste bubbles were trying to drip down.

“So,” Dean drawled, getting up off the couch. “The big 16. How’s it feel?” He walked over to stand next to me and, not for the first time, I was struck with how effortlessly gorgeous he was. His hair was tousled and still slightly damp from the shower he must have taken this morning. He wore his usual jeans, t-shirt, flannel, and boots, the amulet Sam had given him hanging around his neck, but somehow, he was the most attractive guy I had ever seen. I knew it wasn’t a biased opinion, every girl in every school always drooled after him.

“I assume it feels the same as you felt a year ago.” I replied once my brain started functioning again. “You still good to take me to meet Alyssa?” I asked.

“Sweetheart, have I ever bailed on you?” He asked, mock offended.

“Well…” I trailed off, remembering the handful of times Sam and I had been left to fend for ourselves while he was off with a girl. When I saw him looking at me expectantly, I sighed. “Not when it really counted, no.” I relented.

“Did you ask her yet?” Sam questioned, reappearing from the bathroom and heading for Dean. Dean sighed and looked at me. “Is it ok with you if Sam comes with to drop you off? I don’t know why he’s even asking. I know you don’t care, but he wouldn’t leave me alone about it this morning.”

“That’s not true!” Sam denied. “He told me I could come if you said yes, and I know you usually don’t care, but since you’re 16 today I thought you might want to talk.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Talk about what?” I asked, brow wrinkled in confusion. There’s not much Dean and I didn’t talk about in front of the kid. I don’t know why he thought there was suddenly a need for privacy or what being 16 had to do with it. “About-” he started, but then cut himself off, looking anxious. “I don’t know.” He continued, head down and shuffling his feet. “Just… being 16?”

I looked to Dean, hoping for some kind of explanation, but he just shrugged his shoulders, although he seemed a little annoyed, like he knew more than he was letting on. I wasn’t in the mood to press the issue though.

“Ok…. Well I don’t have any super-secret conversations that need to be had with your brother, so if you want to come along, that’s fine.” I assured Sam.

“Good! When are we leaving?” He asked excitedly.

“If Dean’s ready, then right now would be good.” I replied, looking to Dean. He answered by shrugging on his leather jacket, plucking the keys off the table and holding the door open for me.

With everyone piled in the car, Dean started toward the mall where I was supposed to meet Alyssa. It was a typical car ride, Sam chattering away in the back, and Dean humming along to Led Zeppelin. I told Dean where to park. Alyssa wasn’t there yet, but I was content to sit and wait with the boys.

“I thought we might have to wait until tonight to give this to you, but I’m glad we don’t have to.” Sam said excitedly, pulling a box out of his jacket pocket. “It was my idea to get this kind of present for you, but Dean helped me pick it out.” He looked to his brother with a proud smile before handing the box to me.

I was a little nervous to open it. Sam was so excited, I didn’t want to disappoint him if I didn’t like it. Although he’d never say anything, I could tell Dean was a little nervous too by the way he tensed his shoulders and bit his lip. I carefully opened the box and gasped.

Inside was a bracelet made from ribbons of silk. It was twisted around so that it looked like four different strands. The top and bottom of each ribbon was an olive green while the middle was mulberry. One of the ribbons wrapped through a gold button that was used to adjust the size. I couldn’t believe something so beautiful was for me.

“I love it!” I told them as I took it out of the box to place on my left wrist. I noticed Dean’s quiet, relieved exhale and turned to hug him. “Thank you.” I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me before mumbling a quiet “You’re welcome,” into my hair.

“And thank you too!” I said, pulling away from Dean to face a fidgety, giddy looking Sam in the back. He flung his upper body over the seat to get a hug of his own. “You’re gonna have a pretty hard time topping this one.” I informed him as I sat back. Sam just grinned.

“My friend at the last school had a bracelet that she wore all the time and I asked her if that was a good idea for a 16th birthday present for you,” he explained. “She said if you like jewelry it was a good idea, and I know you like Dean's amulet, so I told him about my idea and he said we’d keep an eye out for anything you might like. There was a lot of stuff I thought you would like, but Dean kept saying they weren’t right.” I glanced at Dean and saw a slight blush gracing his freckled cheeks.

“He liked that one as soon as he saw it. I didn’t know why you’d like it any better than any of the ones I pointed out, but I know you guys know each other really well so I just told him to make sure you knew getting a bracelet was my idea.” He finished, slightly out of breath.

Before I could say anything to assure Sam I appreciated his efforts and relieve Dean of his embarrassment, there was a knock on my window. Startled, I jumped a little before facing the window where Alyssa stood waiting. Turning to look at the boys, I thanked them again for the amazing present and then opened the door to get out of the car and say hi to her. As I was closing the door, I heard Dean say my name.

“Just a second.” I said to Alyssa before opening the door again and sticking my head in. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I was just wondering when and where I should be picking you up.” He replied. “Oh, right. I didn’t even think about that.” I said, turning to Alyssa to figure out the details. “Cleary.” He teased. I looked back at him, sarcastic comment at the ready, but I saw the twinkle in his eye and knew he was just joking. I shushed him and closed the door, turning to once again face Alyssa.

“I can drive you back, it’s no problem.” She assured me.

“Are you sure? Dean doesn’t have anything else he needs to be doing, and I know he likes to do it anyway. He’s a bit protective like that. The first time he dropped Sam off at a friend’s I thought he was going to sit outside the house the whole time.” I told her, smiling at the memory.

“It’s really no problem. I don’t have any definite plans for the day so I wouldn’t know what to tell him anyway.” She said.

“Ok…” I trailed off, giving her one last chance to change her mind. She gave me a look, clearly stating that she wouldn’t so I passed the information on to Dean.

“You don’t even have a guess about when you’ll be done?” He asked. I knew he liked to have a timeline so if someone wasn’t back when they were expected he would know something was wrong. If he didn’t have any schedule to follow, he’d spend the whole time worrying, unsure if something had happened or we just weren’t done yet.

“Well I have to be back in time for movie night,” I reminded him with a wink in Sam’s direction, “so I won’t be gone any later than… say 8:30? That should give us time to watch a couple of movies before Sam passes out.”

“Yeah, ok.” Dean relented, slightly less on edge now that he had a set time. “Have fun.” He smiled. I closed the door and watched them drive off.

“Are you ready to do some shopping?” Alyssa asked with a grin.

~~~~~

“You have to have a swimsuit!” Alyssa insisted as we walked by racks of them at Kohl’s. “Not if you never go swimming, you don’t.” I countered.

“But what if you do go swimming? What are you going to wear then?” She argued. “I don’t know. I’m sure if the opportunity came up, I’d just go buy one.” I told her. “Then why not buy one now?” She asked.

“Because,” I sighed. “We move around a lot. We’re not exactly hitting up five-star hotels with pools or renting homes that have one. I think the last time I went swimming was when I was 12 and the house we were renting had a pond.”

“Ok, well I have a pool, it’s the middle of summer in Louisiana, and I might invite you over to swim sometime. Besides, I’m buying so you can’t really argue that much.” She said, flipping her strawberry blonde hair as she turned and pulled me towards the swimwear.

“That’s a nice bracelet,” she commented, looking at my wrist where I was half-heartedly searching through a rack of one-piece swimsuits. “Yeah,” I smiled. “Sam and Dean gave it to me for my birthday.”

“It’s pretty. I didn’t think boys were any good at finding decent jewelry.” She remarked as she moved on to the next rack. She didn’t like the one-pieces anyway and had only been humoring me, ironic since I was only humoring her about the swimsuits in general.

“I swear Dean has some sort of sixth sense for what people will like. Well,” I corrected, ��not people. But me and Sam.”

“This one! You have to try this one!” Alyssa said excitedly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked to where she was holding a white and blue two-piece. “I know you didn’t want a two-piece, but this isn’t a bikini. It doesn’t show much more than a one-piece would.” Seeing my hesitation, she continued. “Just try it on. If you hate it, we’ll put it back.”

“Yes!” She cheered, seeing my resignation. She handed the suit to me and led the way to the changing rooms.

It was definitely a nice-looking suit, I’d give her that much. The top piece was thick enough all the way through that there was no danger of anything showing. It had a clasp in the back and three strings to tie around my neck, two white and one robin’s egg blue. The bottom piece started like a normal bikini bottom, but thicker. Above the hips it cut in to cover only the front of my torso, leaving my back and sides exposed, and went up to the bottom of my ribs. There were three strings encircling my back, keeping the material up. It was decorated with flowers in shades of blue, and as much as I liked it – although I’d never admit it to Alyssa – I didn’t think I would be comfortable wearing it in public.

“Are you ready yet?” I heard her ask through the door.

“Kind of. I have it on, but I don’t know if I want to come out.” I admitted.

“Come on, you can’t look that bad.” She encouraged.

“It’s not that.” I told her. “I’m just not comfortable showing this much skin. I live in jeans, you know. The only reason I’m wearing shorts is because I might actually die from this heat.”

“Just come out. No one’s going to see you. I promise there’s no one else around.” She encouraged.

I sighed before opening the door and peering my head around. I was met with an unimpressed look. “Alright, I’m coming.” I relented. I stepped out of the changing stall and was greeted with a wolf whistle from Alyssa. “Cut it out!” I blushed.

“Why? You look great!” she exclaimed. “As much as I like that bracelet, it really doesn’t match the-” she cut off.

“What?” I asked nervously?

“Umm… did you find your tattoo yet?”

I was a little shocked. It was an awfully personal question to be asking someone you’d only known for a couple of weeks. “No. Why?” I asked a little defensively. She nodded toward my left side where my hand was hanging by my hip. I impulsively lifted it to my face, scanning for the name.

“Not your hand,” she said.

I slowly looked down to my left side just above my hip where, just as she said, I could see the top of thick black letters peeking over the swimsuit.

~~~~~

“Alright, right’s wrong?” Dean asked, pausing the movie. We were halfway through our second movie of the night, Mission Impossible, and while I was enjoying it, I couldn’t seem to sit still. I was sat between the two boys, Dean’s arm resting on the back of the couch behind my head, our usual seating situation on movie nights. Sam was slouched over, starting to drift off. He could never seem to stay awake for more than one movie.

“What? Nothing’s wrong. Why do you think something’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Well, you haven’t sat still for more than five minutes at a time and I can see the wheels spinning in your head. You know you can talk to me about anything right?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

“I know.” I sighed.

“Nothing happened, right? You’ve seemed a little off since you got back.” He pushed, not for the information he knew I wasn’t ready to give, but for assurance that I was alright.

“I’m fine,” I told him honestly. “It’s just… I found my tattoo while we were trying on clothes. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, figure out how I feel.” I confessed.

“Oh.” Was his only response. I could tell he wanted to press for more information, but he stayed quiet.

~~~~~

“I can’t look at it. I don’t want to know what it says. What do I do?” I asked. My breath was coming faster and I was starting to panic.

“Hey. Hey! Jenna! Look at me. Deep breath.” Alyssa calmly instructed, demonstrating and breathing with me until my breathing was back to normal. “You’re going to have to see it sometime. It’s unavoidable. Right now, it doesn’t change anything. It just gives you a name. You can do whatever you want with that name once you have it. It doesn’t decide anything for you.”

I knew she was right and steeled myself to look at it, Alyssa waiting patiently. Carefully, I pushed the swimsuit strap down just enough to reveal the name underneath.

DEAN

Ages 14 and 16 January 24, 1995

Dean’s POV

I stared at the ceiling, willing myself to find the energy to get out of bed. I heard Sam moving around, getting ready for school, but I couldn’t bring myself to do the same. I knew that by the end of the day I would have letters inked into my skin. Letters that spelled out my soulmate’s name. I had no illusions about my family’s lifestyle and what it would mean for my soulmate. It would be a bittersweet moment, finally learning her name, but knowing I could never allow myself to be with her, to put her in that kind of danger.

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I rubbed my eyes before standing up and starting to get ready for the day. I had decided I wasn’t going to look for the tattoo. I would put it off for as long as I could and see it whenever I happened to stumble upon the patch of skin it showed up on.

~~~~~

It had been a pretty good morning. My anxiety had faded to the background when a smiling Jenna came into our room with bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast. It wasn’t elaborate by any means, but it was more than we usually had and the fact that she took the time to make it for us, for me, made it that much more special.

The two of them had given me the gift they picked out right away this morning when an excited Sam decided he couldn’t wait until after school. He halfway disappeared under the bed for a few seconds, wiggling his way back out with a box clutched in his hands. He proudly handed it to me and then watched in eager anticipation as I opened two new movies, Jumanji and Batman Forever.

“Now we have something to watch for movie night too!” He exclaimed. I thanked them both and then we headed to school, Jenna’s dad dropping us off.

Now I was sitting in the locker room, changing back into my regular clothes after gym class. I had opted out of a shower, not wanting to find my tattoo in this miserable place, surrounded by strangers I would have to guard my reaction around. I had my foot up on the bench I was sitting on, switching out my sweaty socks for a dry pair, lost in my thoughts when I heard someone to my left snicker and say, “Isn’t Jenna your sister?”

My head whipped around to look at Matt, the guy who had spoken. He was a sophomore like me, and while he wasn’t wildly popular, he sure thought he was something special. “What?” I snapped, confused about why he was asking about her. My protective instincts flared up. We had only been at this school for a week, but I was well aware how attractive Jenna was, and if this kid thought he was going to try something he had another thing coming. “Why?” I asked, failing to keep the suspicion out of my voice.

“Didn’t the two of you show up around the same time? And I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the two of you coming to school in the same car,” he mused. “So you must be her brother. That’s gotta be pretty awkward. Unless you know another Jenna?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” I snapped.

“Dude, don’t they have different last names?” Chimed in a freshman whose name I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful for or irritated by his input. “So unless they have different dads or something… I don’t think they’re related.” Irritated, I decided. He hadn’t said anything offensive, and his analysis wasn’t wrong, but I found I didn’t like the way he was obviously looking for Matt’s approval.

“Really? How do you know that?” Matt asked. Without waiting for a reply, he continued.

“Well that’s a relief. It would be pretty weird if your sister was your soulmate.” He laughed. “Too bad though,” he continued, having gained the attention of most of the locker room. “She’s not half bad looking. I might ask her out anyway, see what she really thinks about her pathetic, loser soulmate.”

I clenched my jaw. Having lived in tight quarters for years, Jenna and Sam had learned to back off at this, that it meant I was seriously pissed off. Matt had the misfortune of not knowing me so well. “Leave her alone.” I warned. I had managed to keep my temper so far, but if he actually made a move on her, all bets were off.

“Don’t worry,” Matt drawled on. “I’ll test her out for you. Let you know if she’s actually worth your ti-”

Before he even realized I was moving I had crossed the couple of steps to him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and shoved him back into the lockers. “I don’t know what you’re even talking about,” I seethed, “but you better stay away from her or I’ll make sure that my pathetic loser face is the last thing you see before I put you in the hospital.”

I turned away from him and, after taking a step, ducked, effectively dodging the punch I had seen him getting ready to throw. I spun back around and landed a solid punch to his face before grabbing my shoes and walking out the door. It wasn’t until I was sitting in the bleachers lacing up my boots that I saw it. Inked into the skin of my left ankle was her name.

JENNA

Chapter 2

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10k Followers Challenge Masterlist

Thanks to everyone who takes part in this writing challenge!

Mz. Hyde Masterlist (It’s a series!)

Writer: @moosekateer13

Summary: Jared, Jensen, and the reader have friends for over decade. One night in the hot tub leads to so much more.

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader x Jensen Ackles

Rating: A/B/O, Smut, Polyamorous Relationship

Trope: A/B/O

Waiting game

Writer: @heloisedaphnebrightmore

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: fluff, pining

Trope: friends to lovers

On the Battlefield

Writer: @fabelsrose

Summary: Past relationships don’t matter anymore on the battlefield. With everybody on the hunt, who’s going to come out on top?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: none

Trope: Lovers to Enemies

Souls Intertwined By Fate Masterlist (It’s a series!)

Writer: @bucky--barnes

Summary: A soulmate is the one where you share extreme emotional sensations after you meet them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Rating: Angst, Mentions of Murder, Mention of Suicide

Trope: Soulmate AU

Love In Sin Masterlist (It’s a series! Stay tuned!)

Writer: @msmarvelouswinchester

Summary: Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing: AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: Angst, Slow burn, Fluff, Implied Smut, Mentions of crime and drug, Swearing.

Trope: Fake Marriage/ Fake/Pretend Relationship

Baby Spoon - Part 5 (FIN)

It’s a series! Read the first 4 parts before this one here: Baby Spoon

Writer: @deanwanddamons

Summary: Part V - The final part of the Baby Spoon mini series. Set 18 months after part IV, it’s Dean and Y/N’s wedding day.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Maybe angst

Trope: Soulmates

She was that memory

Writer: @waywardbaby

Summary: The three stages of winning and losing the one you love.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Angst with a little bit of fluffy smut somewhere in the middle and then some more angst. We also have head-over-heels in love Dean, heart break and hurt. The fluffy smut doesn’t really require warnings but we have fingering and that’s all. The rest is pure fluff.

Trope: Friends to lovers & lovers to enemies

Body Swap

Writer: @roonyxx

Summary: What do you do when You and Dean switch bodies?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, crack, language, mutual mastrubation.

Trope: Body swap

LETTERS TO Y/N

Writer: @deanmonandnegansbitch

Summary: none provided

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (eventual), Human!Michael!Dean x Reader, Jo x Charlie, Anael x Ruby 2.0 x Author (Me)

Rating: Mutual pining, angst, thoughts of cheating, jealousy

Trope: Mutual pining

Falling In The Woods

Writer: @jensengirl83

Summary: Dean and Y/N have to pretend to be engaged for a hunt. How will things go considering they both have unspoken feelings for each other?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Angst, mutual pining, fake dating, fluff

Trope: Fake dating

The devil at your door

Writer: @herstarburststories

Summary: Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Rating: dirty talk, mentions of boob fucking, hints of dark sexual, angst if you squint, teasing

Trope: Lovers to enemies

Amas veritas

Writer: @jay-and-dean

Summary: Sharing a bed with your idols leads you to reveal a secret you have been keeping since childhood.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, Smut (hand!kink (duh), unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this), Dean really enjoying female orgasm, a hint of edging), swearing.

Trope: Sharing a bed

Want you back

Writer: @donutloverxo

Summary: You want Steve to be more than just your sugar daddy. He breaks your heart. Will he be able to make it upto?

Pairing: CEO!Steve x Reader

Rating: CEO au, sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied age gap, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, daddy kink

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Congruence

Writer: @gotnofucks

Summary: Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader, Loki x Reader

Rating: None? Strong language, I think. Fluff and bad English (not my first language)

Trope: Love Triangle

Butterfly Effect

Writer: @fangirlovestuff

Summary: The words on Steve’s arm point to the circumstances in which he will meet his soulmate, and they’re very specific, or so he thinks.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: reader gets a tatoo but basically this is just a huge fluff fest:)

Trope: Soulmate Trope

Not my world part I

Writer: @nekoannie-chan

Summary: The intrusion of a certain being will wreak havoc on Steve’s life, will Aryah be able to solve it?

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America/Captain HYDRA) X OFC (Aryah Rumlow)

Rating: Mentions of smut, nothing explicit, mentions of alcohol.

Trope: Parallel universes switching

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10,000 Followers celebration

A/N: Thanks to @writeyourmindaway for the divider

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Destiny Is Heaven Sent

Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.

Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)

This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists

Rating: 18+

Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader

Warnings For This Chapter: Sexual Thoughts, Sexual Tension (!), A Break In The Case

Chapter 3.

The slam on the door jolts you awake first thing in the morning.

With a whine, you hold your head before looking at Dean who's curled around you like a snake as he continues to sleep.

"Hey!" Sam yells through the door.

You hear the small tinkering in the lock before the door comes opening up with him crouched down right before it. He gives a nervous chuckle as you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Lock picking so early in the morning, Samuel?"

"We got a new body. Prostitute just like our first victim." He says before looking down at Dean as he buries his face into your bare side.

"Me and Dean will go. Let me just get him up." You say before giving his younger brother a weak smile.

Sam shakes his head, a smile widening over his face as he closes the door shut.

You look down to your left as you blink, trying to clear your mind of all the alcohol sluggishness you feel. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. No hardened eyes or worry lines on his forehead.

His lips are gently parted, the famous Dean stubble gracing his sleeping face.

You want to open up the cage that surrounds your heart and that's exactly why you can't.

You shouldn't want to do anything. And, maybe that's the harsh negativity in your brain but you can't see any other way around it.

Letting him in would mean you would be vulnerable. Would he be the one to protect you? He would be the one to comfort you?

He shouldn't have to.

Fuck that destiny stuff. Fuck that soulmate stuff.

But, you're frightened that there will be a time when you need him over anything else.

And it's slowly coming to that time. The time to just let out your demons and accept that you're not safe and sound if it isn't with Dean.

"Dean?" You whisper softly as you nudge him.

He groans at the call of his name, nudging his hips closer to yours and you can feel his morning erection digging into your thigh as he sniffles gently.

You've felt it before, you've felt his hips snap and jolt against you looking for the heat of your body to get him off in his sleep throughout the years.

You can feel the fresh wave of arousal washing over you like waves. Your vision tunnels as you look down at his briefs.

He must have taken his pants off after you fell asleep.

His thighs are toned and taut as they flex beneath the thin black fabric of his underwear.

Subconsciously, you lick your lips as the outline of his cock protrudes through the fabric.

You've always heard praise and moans through thin motel walls from the women he's fucked. Always moaning about how big his cock is and how it fills them so full. You always thought it was a show until now. He was packing something serious in those denim jeans of his.

You haven't been fucked in a long time. Too long if you're being honest.

You can only imagine how his perfect pink lips would feel as they drift down your body. His calloused hands rough and urgent against your warm, soft skin. How his stubble would tickle you and make your skin only that much more sensitive for him.

Your hand cards through his hair and you lose yourself for a second as you watch him.

"Like what you see?" You hear him murmur, his voice laden with sleep.

Your eyes widen, your heart begins to pick up speed at the embarrassment of getting caught.

Your hands react first, shoving him hard and fast away from you. He rolls off the bed and groans loudly as his body collides with the floor.

"Jesus Christ!" He whines as he sits up.

His eyes snap open, evergreen irises finding yours before he's rubbing the bleariness away with his fists.

"Let me give you a little lesson-," he cringes standing up before walking over to the counter and grabbing water, "if you see a hard cock, you touch it. You don't fling the person into the void." He grumbles before sipping the water.

You narrow your eyes at him, pulling the sheets over your half naked body, "Eat a dick, hot shot." You counter and he just simply smiles at the motel room floor before walking towards the bathroom.

"Relax, Candy girl. I like waking up next to you. Starts my day off right." There was no flirtatious tone to his voice, no wink. Nothing that would signify him trying to get into your pants. It brings a blush to your cheeks and neck.

You find yourself grimacing as he shuts the door.

Wearily, you get up and grab your clothes before staring at the bathroom door.

Maybe if you crack the cage of your heart open only a little bit, it might suffice. Maybe if you just let him in a little then it would take away your pain.

"We have a new body." You call to him through the bathroom door.

He swings the door wide open as he steps out and you shield your body with your clothes as he leans against the door jamb.

"Let's get ready to gank this bitch then."

You roll your eyes before shooing him away but you don't miss as his eyes drift over your almost bare legs that your clothes can't seem to cover.

His eyes flicker with mischief before retreating back into the bathroom with a sly smirk on his face.

God, if there was one thing that Dean knew it was that he was way more into you then you were into him.

Opening the passenger door to the Impala, he waits for you to step out of the hotel room.

It's very rare to see you in a pencil skirt but the times that you do have it on, it's an experience for Dean.

Your legs look so soft, your toned thighs are hidden and teasing underneath the constraining fabric, nevermind how pert and perky the globes of your ass look.

He can't help the laugh he gives as you pull down the skirt uncomfortably, trying to make it go past your knees.

Everything you do is so endearing to him.

It's almost incredible to him that you've been the person you are since he met you and growing up he tried to get into people that were so absolutely different from you.

You were sexy and confident, not overly sexual and not flirtatious at all. You were focused and did your job to the best of your ability.

He admired everything about you in your entirety so when we looked for women, he looked for everything opposite of you. No one could ever be you nor would he want them to be.

"I feel so fucking restricted, this is horrible." You complain as you climb into the car.

"You look good." He comments simply.

You watch him walk around the car, his fingers tapping rhythmically against Baby's hood. He fixes his tie and you can feel your palms become sweaty at the sight of him in the rented suit.

You decided that you would start to open your cage, just a bit. Healing starts with you, it wouldn't just get better on its own.

Dean climbs into the car before turning to you. Without a second thought, you fix his tie even better than he could have done minutes earlier.

His breath stutters as you wipe off the shoulders of his suit jacket. Eyes widening a fraction as he looks down at you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He murmurs as he starts the engine.

"Nothing." You reply as his hand purchases behind your chair.

What is it about Dean Winchester reversing a car that's so hot? The way he angles his body towards yours, you can smell all of his scents plus the citrusy bar of soap the motel provides.

He hums to himself as he begins to back up the car. You begin to count the freckles on his face before his eyes snap to yours.

"You are really weird today." He mumbles before pushing your hair off of your shoulder and squeezing it lightly.

"Marsh wouldn't want us to fight. He loved us being together." You say certainly as you look out the window.

Dean stops the car before turning to look at you fully. His eyes were roaming over your face. Your voice seemed peaceful. Were you letting him in again? Were you making the time to open your heart up for him once more?

"Yeah...he did love us being together." He replies as he tilts his head.

You give a small smile towards the window, watching him stare at you through the glass.

"Marsh would be mad at us if he saw how we've been acting." You say as you lower the window.

The man beside you stares ahead as he clears his throat.

You were opening up. He can feel his mood lifting into something on the sweet side of happiness.

Maybe dreary clouds and terrible fights were on their way out. Maybe, you could start to be his life partner once more.

He smirks to himself as he stops at the light.

"I'm glad you see it that way. I agree." He whispers before turning up the music.

On the way to the morgue, the car ride is filled with singing and laughs. Something that's been so distant in both of your lives for quite some time.

"Can you not touch that?" Dean asks as you throw your legs up onto the dashboard.

"What's got your panties in a twist, De? I want to listen to Kansas." You whine holding up the cassette.

His evergreen irises flicker to you as he drives down the highway. You give him a wide smile, showing him your pearly whites and he smirks before grabbing the cassette.

"Fine just don't tell Sam I'm letting you pick the music." He mumbles before blasting the music as he lowers all your windows.

"WOO!" You cheer, the Indiana breeze blowing through your hair as you start to play the air guitar.

You can hear his hearty chuckle beside you as he speeds up the car.

"You're the only girl I know that is me in the female form!" Dean yells above the music as he turns the car along the highways curves.

"Maybe that's why we make such a great team!" You call back as the melody of voices carries through the air.

"We're the perfect team, Candy girl! All I need is you, me, Sammy and a six pack of El Sol!" He yells as the engine revs loudly.

Sitting in the motel room by his lonesome, Sam taps his cell phone against his temple as he scrolls through his laptop.

What kind of pissed off spirit has the mojo to do this? There's not a single haunting as far as the eye can s-

"Hello Sam." He jumps in his chair before turning to the voice of Cas as he stands before the small kitchenette of the room.

"Hi Cas. Jesus." He mumbles before carding his fingers through his long hair.

Castiel stands quietly as Sam shuts his laptop.

"Uhhh Cas? Did you come for a reason?" The taller man asks as he grabs his cup of coffee.

"Yes." The angel replies and Sam nods slowly before raising his eyebrows.

"Okay. So. Why're you here?" He asks aloud as Cas sits down at the small table.

"We have to make Dean and Y/N fall in love with each other." Sam groans loudly at his words before sipping his coffee.

"Cas, I told you. I've tried but Dean just doesn't want to hear it. He's been hearing it since he was sixteen from our dad." The taller man notifies as he rests his elbow on the table.

"We should tell Y/N." Sam narrows his eyes at the angel before laughing.

"Yeah? Do you think she would take it better than Dean?"

Cas ponders on the thought for a second before humming uneasily, "No. In fact, I think she might try to hit me for suggesting it and break her own hand in the process."

Sam gives him a thumbs up before rolling his eyes.

"They already love each other. They just have to get over the whole initial terror of being actual people with one another." He mumbles as Cas stares at him.

"Yes. But they need to do the act of love for destiny. God sent everyone a direct message, and they are just not heeding it." Sam leans forward at his admission.

"God wants Y/N and Dean together?" Sam asks loudly.

"Oh yes. It's been aware to all angels for quite some time. Right after you went into the cage."

"Well why didn't you say that before? That's kind of a big deal, Cas!" Narrowing his eyes at the vessel of Lucifer, he stands back up.

"It isn't as big of a deal as it should be, apparently. They aren't even taking this seriously." He deadpans, his voice getting dangerously low.

Sam scoffs before looking down at his phone.

"I don't know what to say. They just have to figure it out on their own." He mumbles.

"Useless." Cas says before vanishing from sight.

Sam lets out a groan before opening up his laptop once more.

"You're useless." He whispers under his breath before continuing his research.

Pulling at your skirt, you shove the doors open exiting the morgue with your best friend by your side.

"They both were pulled from the same corner, both were aspiring models that wanted to just make some extra cash to live." Dean says as he takes off his tie.

You frown before giving up at the uncomfortable fabric and groaning loudly.

"Would you stop? You look like your diggin' up your ass to find gold." He whispers as people walk by you into the building.

"Yeah well, this skirt fucking sucks! I feel trapped in a cocoon!" You bark back as you walk towards Baby.

"Your butt looks good though." He compliments calmly as he walks around the car.

"Shut up!" You admonish as he opens the door for you.

"Look! I can't even move my legs!" You complain as you try to stretch your legs, the fabric only giving way about four inches before you find your legs trying to close from the tightness of the fabric.

Rolling his eyes he unbuttons the top button of his dress shirt.

"Yeah, alright. I hear you. Let's go back and change. God, you whiner." He says, leaving your door open as he rounds the car to open his own.

Throwing your body into the car, you unzip the back of your skirt before sighing happily.

Dean looks over before his eyes widen and he grips the steering wheel tightly.

He can see the revealing skin beneath the open zipper, the gentle parting of your asscheeks below the tight fabric.

"Are you kidding me?" He complains as he turns on the engine.

"I don't feel as suffocated, leave me alone." You mutter out as you unbutton a few buttons on your blouse.

You were used to tight tank tops, loose jeans and combat boots.

His eyes falter to the soft looking skin in his peripheral again, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip before clearing his throat.

"Just wear suit pants next time. Jesus." He says as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Let's go change and get a beer. I'm thirsty." You tell him as you lower your window.

His head turns to watch you while he stops at a stoplight as you angle yourself out the window. The globes of your ass press tightly together as you fix yourself comfortably in the seat.

Running his large hand over his face, his bottom lip tucks between his teeth.

You don't even know how sexy you are. You don't even care. That's what gets him so hot and bothered when he's alone.

"Light's green." You comment as you look at the autumnal leaves on the trees.

God, what if he could just wrap his big hand around your waist and tug you into his lap. Pull you over the middle console of Baby and grip those sexy cheeks between his fingers.

So fucking pert and per-

"The light's green, idiot." You tell him as a car honks behind him.

Sticking up his middle finger, he abandons his wildly horny thoughts to drive down the road.

"So are we getting beers?" You ask as you sit properly in the passenger's seat.

"Oh yeah. I need a drink." He murmurs, turning up the music loud.

"Yeah well we need to be quick about this. Another victim seems to be coming up." You say as you sit down in the booth of the dive bar with your two best friends by your side.

Throwing your legs over Dean's lap, you watch as his hands immediately grip them tugging you closer to his body on instinct as he sips his beer.

"There's not a single haunting in this town of Missouri." Sam whispers as the waitress comes over.

"Hey guys! Can I get you another round?" She asks, her eyes immediately wavering to the older brother as she pushes some hair behind her ear.

It doesn't quite bother you as much as you would think. Dean's been getting pussy since you both met.

"What do you want?" He asks you, his thumb drifting over the leather of your thigh high combat boots as he ignores the waitress.

"Whisky and coke." You say as you look through the documents Sam has printed from a nearby Staples.

Dean leans closer to you and you freeze, your eyes flitting to Sam. You can feel your heart begin to beat faster, can feel your breath stuttering in your throat.

"You have an eyelash." He mumbles as he picks the lash off of your cheek.

Pulling back he holds the eyelash on his index finger in front of your face before turning to the waitress.

"I'll have what she's having. Sammy?"

"Same." He murmurs suppressing his smile as you narrow your eyes at the younger brothers.

The waitress smiles, "Three whisky and cokes coming up. You want your drink extra strong, handsome?"

Dean clears his throat as he pushes his empty beer bottle farther away from himself.

"Whatever you're giving my girl is good enough for me." He says calmly.

You wish that things would just fall into place, for the pain to go away and for your heart to be soothed and open once more.

You blow the eyelash off of his finger before leaning back in the booth.

"She's your girlfriend?" The waitress asks, pointing at you with her pen.

You don't dignify a response as you stare at the pages of information on the victims. You're used to Dean turning the flirting into his nightly pleasure within a few minutes.

"My wife, actually." Dean says before he finishes off your beer and grabs some papers on the case you're working.

Sam smiles widely before finishing his beer and you roll your eyes, suppressing the smirk your face just naturally wants to give.

Her smile falters as she grabs the empty beer bottles before nodding.

"Lucky girl." She says and you snort before looking up at her.

"You don't know the half of it." You deadpan, earning a loud laugh from the younger best friend on your right.

Dean doesn't even watch her walk away, he plays with the laces of your boots as you continue to rifle through the papers.

"She was pretty." You comment as you turn your attention to him.

He looks up from your boots just to shrug, "Not in the mood."

His brother lets off a low whistle as he leans his shoulder against yours, "Dean Winchester isn't in the mood? Has the world ended?"

You giggle at his joke while his older brother grimaces.

"Shut up." He mutters.

"Here you go. Three whisky and cokes." The waitress says as she begins to take them off the tray.

"Thank you swee-" He stops himself short before looking at Sam, who gives him a teasing smile as you put down the two photos of the victims on the table.

"Oh my Gosh. Those are the victims, aren't they?" The waitress whispers quietly as she leans against the booth.

"You know them?" Sam asks as he pushes his hair back.

"Of course. We haven't had murders or prostitutes for a long time around here." You sit up straighter, pulling your legs from Dean's lap.

"A long time? Online it says you never had any." You ask, tilting your head.

Dean sips his drink, staring at you instead of the waitress.

It's cute when you become interested in information, the way your shoulders straighten and your neck sticks out just a tad.

"Well yeah. The mayor probably doesn't want people to know that his grandmother was actually a prostitute. Or so they say." You hum intrigued as you pick up your drink.

She notices how keen you are and continues to speak, angling her body towards you.

"Apparently back in the early nineteen hundreds, there were prostitutes on that very corner. The mayor's grandmother being one of them. There was a guy named Morley Rosmund that had sex with one of the women from the corner behind his wife's back and she got pregnant. When he told her to get rid of it, she ended up killing him. She had sex with him first and then put his body through a woodchipper. Only up to his pelvis though and then she left him. Since then, all prostitutes have been disappearing on that corner for years." You nod at the story, your eyes flickering to Dean as he shakes his head with a wry chuckle.

"And no one talks about this?" Sam asks as she stands back up.

"You just need to talk to people that do know the tale, I guess." She says with a shrug before nodding to a group of people that call her from the other side of the bar.

"Well I'll be damned." Dean lifting his glass.

"Cheers." You say before clinking glasses with the both of them.

"Guess I'm putting on a dress tomorrow." You mutter as you write down the dead man's name.

"Can't wait to see how uncomfortable you get with that." Dean jeers with a laugh as he picks your legs back up and puts them on his lap.

Raising an eyebrow, you watch as he strokes the leather of your boots.

"It's comforting." He mumbles before finishing his drink with one large gulp.

Yeah, it is comforting.

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