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let-them-read-fics · 3 years

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Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (1/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! Anon, I assume you wanted to see each individual relationship with the girls and not OT4 x Reader. If not, I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

This post includes Jisoo and Jennie. If you would like to see Rosé and Lisa's, click the link below.

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Jisoo

Kim Jisoo: The girl at the top of her class, breezing through her school years with little competition whatsoever. She was used to winning, and anyone that ever tried to challenge her eventually gave up.

You: Also used to being at the top of your class, you were the first person to actually give Jisoo a run for her money. You didn't shy away when challenged by her, and that took her aback.

Your rivalry was one rooted in academics.

When a new project was assigned and you were allowed to choose your teammates, everyone would flock to the two of you in hopes of getting picked.

Bragging rights were awarded to whoever had the longest line of people.

Impatiently waiting to see who scored higher on tests.

Rubbing it in when you did better, and vice versa.

"Ha! Take that, Jisoo. I got a 98."

"Don't get cocky, Y/N. I beat you by 6 points last week."

"Yeah, yeah," you brush her off. "Look who's on top now." You hold your paper up, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

Other competitions were held, and even the teachers caught on and would adjust their lessons accordingly.

"Class, today we'll be having a set of one on one debates, and an anonymous vote will determine the winner of each. The person who defends their opinion the most effectively will win. Jisoo and Y/N, you're up first."

Although losing was always annoying, it made you respect each other a little more.

You both loathed and revered each other, though you'd never let that secret out.

Fighting for the best scholarships and rankings.

Constant bickering and one liners in class

"Should I go ahead and apologize now, or is it okay to wait?"

"Apoligize for what?"

"Ending your career."

*unintelligible mumbling*

"What was that, Y/N?" Jisoo inquires, cocking her head to the side as she narrows her eyes at you.

"I said: you're going down."

She scoffs at that, unaffected. "Please, I'd like to see you try."

You ended up winning that day, and she was all *surprised pikachu*

School would always be interesting and eventful with her

Pretty much everyone else can tell that you have a thing for one another, but the two of you remain oblivious.

Turning Point

Both of you joined the academic team when you enrolled, which meant that you'd be going toe to toe with other school teams in pursuit of the winning title.

On one of your overnight field trips to face off against another school, you were assigned to the same hotel room.

"Mrs. Wilson, I can't stay with her--" You walk down the hotel hallway behind your instructor, hoping she'll see your point. Her reasoning for putting you together on the roster is beyond you.

"Y/N, it's only for a night. You know we can't afford to give all of you individual rooms; our budget's already small." She reasons, eventually turning towards you when she reaches the elevator.

"Alright," you relent with a sigh, putting your hands up.

What she says next surprises you. "Who knows, you might enjoy it." A knowing look shines in her eye, and a small smirk threatens to tug at her features.

The elevator dings just as you go to question her about it, and she bids you farewell before heading in.

You can do this, Y/N. It's just one night; how bad can it be? You ask yourself, taking your sweet time in going back to the room.

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An Hour Later

In an attempt to kill some time and recover from the fatigue your long road trip brought on, you've been trying to relax and take a nap. In fashion with your typical luck, though, Jisoo is making that nearly impossible.

"Jisoo, turn it down!" You groan, tossing a pillow at her head. She sits on the loveseat at the foot of your bed, completely fixated on the images flashing before her eyes as she plays her video game.

"Shhh, stop distracting me." She says over her shoulder, making you huff.

You value your pride too much to ask nicely, so you suck it up and stick it out for a little while longer. When she lets out a loud shout a few minutes later, though, you've reached the end of your patience.

Wordlessly, you get out of bed and stomp over to the TV, standing directly in front of it.

"Y/N, move! I'll lose!"

You stay there with your arms crossed, and are soon rewarded by the game's voiceover announcing: "Game over."

She huffs and sets her controller down, clearly upset.

"Sucks when people don't listen, huh?" You challenge, still mad that you've been denied a proper nap for so long. Every time you'd be right on the cusp of being drug under, slipping in and out of glorious slumber, she'd do something to ruin it. You're cranky now, and being petty seems like a just punishment for her.

"I can't believe you did that," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "That was the championship match!"

"Oh well," you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips at that new piece of info. Perhaps justice has been served after all.

With one more warning glance at her to tell her not to do it again, you go back to the bed and get comfy, settling under the warm blankets.

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30 Minutes Later

"ON YOUR RIGHT, ABOUT TO ROUND THE CORNER!" Jisoo bellows out, smirking when she feels you stir behind her. You scowl, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

"Jisoo, I swear to God," you grumble, feeling the irritation rise in you all over again. You get up again and approach her, but she has a plan this time. In one fluid motion, she sticks her foot out in front of you, making you stumble and fall to the ground.

"What the--" as you prepare to reprimand her, you see something out of your peripheral. Aided by your new perspective, you spot the remote controller on the coffee table right in front of you, just an arm's length away.

When Jisoo notices that you haven't screamed at her yet, she looks down and realizes her mistake. A dramatic moment passes where you both lock eyes, before immediately diving for the remote. You manage to get to it first, quickly hugging it close to your body and rolling away from her. She pounces a second later, reaching her hands around you to pry it from your grip.

"Give it back, Y/N!"

"No!"

You writhe underneath her until she manages to get the upper hand, straddling your hips in an attempt to pin you down. She sits back on her knees, gazing down at you as your chests heave from the effort you've exerted.

"Give it." She commands, holding her hand out expectantly.

You shake your head, amused that she thought that would be enough to sway you. "No."

"Then you leave me no choice." Her hands dart forward to your abdomen, and she begins tickling you mercilessly in order to make you surrender. Calls for her to cease her assault struggle past your lips, but you know it's futile. She's a determined person just like you, and she won't stop until she gets what she wants.

So, after taking a second to think of a way out of your predicament, a brilliant idea pops into your head.

You finally let her pry your arms open, smirking when she cheers and claims victory. In one fluid motion, just as she had done before, you wrap your leg around one of hers and flip her onto her back before leaning down to kiss her. She tenses up at first, but her hands end up working their way to your hips as her lips begin to move against yours.

Your plan is backfiring a bit; you only intended to shock her and buy yourself time to steal the remote back -- you never thought you'd actually enjoy the feeling of her kiss. You tilt your head to the side to get a better angle and slowly skim your hand down to hers, where the device is tightly clutched. Her other hand has come up to your jaw, which she's gently guiding as she steals another kiss from your lips.

Her distracted state made it easy to get what you were after, and soon -- much too soon for Jisoo's liking -- you pull away with a victorious smile. She doesn't know what to say; in all honesty, she's almost forgotten how to breathe with the way you kissed her senseless.

"I win." You grin, hopping off of her and shutting the TV off before crawling back into the bed. She stays in that same position for a couple minutes, laying on the floor as she tries to sort through what the hell just happened. She can't even be upset right now; she brings her fingertips to her lips, skimming them over the heart-shaped pillows as she smiles.

The Fallout

Things were a little tense when you shared the bed that night

Anytime you'd roll over and readjust your head on the pillow in your sleep, unknowingly positioning your lips dangerous close to hers, her heartbeat would pick up and she'd have to roll over again

You pretended to be asleep when she scooted back against you, pressing herself against your front in search of the heat that your body provided. You brought an arm around her, enclosing her in a soft embrace that had her blushing crimson

Subtle flirting at the competition the next day

Sticking up for each other when one of the other teams got a little rude

"Hey, don't talk about her like that!" Jisoo warns, glaring at the student from your rival school. His uniform is mussed and unkempt, leaving it as no surprise that he was the one to say such a thing.

"Why do you care?" He laughs back, spurred on as his friends snicker along.

The question catches her off guard; just days ago, she was the one bantering with you and testing your limits. Now though, when someone else is taking it too far, she can't help but feel angry. "Because she's my teammate. Now knock it off or I'll report you to your dean for unsportsmanlike behavior."

He scoffs, but eventually opts to grumble out another insult and turn away, nursing his bruised ego.

"Thanks, Chu." You quietly say, having witnessed the whole encounter from the row behind her. A small smile tugs at your lips at her actions, warming your heart.

"No problem, Y/N. But you'd better help me beat him; I'm not losing to that idiot." You laugh and agree, shaking her hand to seal your pact. She tries not to get too caught up on the smoothness of your skin or how it reminds her of last night, but her brain doesn't listen.

Needless to say, you beat them.

Your team stopped by a nice restaurant on the way back home for a celebratory dinner

Jisoo sat beside you

Cue the blushing and quiet flirting

It's a new side of her that you're not used to seeing. Now, instead of being all hardcore and witty, a simple look from you can make her blush

It doesn't always, though; sometimes she grows bold and lays a hand on your thigh for a moment, laughing at something you said

It's giving very much so gay panic™️, but you wouldn't trade it for the world

After the dinner, you go back to the bus and sit in your seats (which aren't together, surprisingly).

As you scroll through your phone, you get a text from Jisoo. Attached to the message is an invitation to one of her favorite mobile games.

"Hey, Y/N. Will you be my player 2? 🎮"

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Jennie

Jennie Kim: The girl who practically ran the school, always getting her way and never having to lift a finger. She was royalty: the queen bee sat atop her throne, giving orders to the masses that they followed blindly. The whole situation seemed straight out of a poorly-written teenage movie, and it always annoyed you.

You: The girl who stuck to herself, only having a close group of friends that she talked to. You weren't popular, per se, but you weren't cursed to exist at the bottom of the food chain, either. Many people knew you, but you only associated with a select few.

You avoid the "popular" crowd a majority of the time, opting to spend spare time in between classes in the library or outside, doing homework

Jennie is the type of person that has people lined up, waiting for her to ask them to do hers for her. She gets to skip class and do whatever she wants, and she usually takes advantage of that.

She's never been mean to you directly, but you've seen her and her posse pick on people in typical mean girl fashion

You've never noticed the way that she usually targets people who've said bad things about you. She sticks up for you without you even knowing.

So, as you would expect, when your best friend called you and begged you to accompany her to one of the biggest parties of the year (hosted by none other than Jennie's brother), you were definitely surprised. Neither of you are the type to go to anything like that, but you know that she secretly wants to peek into that world of luxury.

"Pleaaaaase, Y/N? I'll do your laundry for a month."

"Fine."

The Turning Point

Your stylish boots crunch lightly against the concrete as you stand outside of the frat house, grimacing when you notice a boy stumble to the side of the house and get sick.

"We might have to bump that offer up to two months," you say to your friend, leaning onto her car as she checks her makeup in the side mirror.

"If it keeps you here for an hour or so, then fine." She smiles, taking your hand and leading you towards the building. Upon opening the door you're immediately greeted by waves of the strong bass of whatever song is playing. Their rhythmic thumps reverberate around the house, and you choose to seek some semblance of peace and quiet by heading to the kitchen. Your friend comes with, and the two of you push your way to the drink bar for refreshments.

"Thanks again for coming along, Y/N/N. You're the best." She leans into you, saying the phrase loud enough for you to hear over the music.

"I know," you hold your head up higher, self-assured. "You'd better go find Benji before things get too wild," you tell her, taking note of how the crowd is quickly growing in size. Benji, her longtime crush, is the only reason you really agreed to tag along; she's been head over heels for him for as long as you've known her, and you see this as the perfect opportunity for her to finally tell him. She needed some backup, and you always come through for your friends.

"Alright, I'll come find you later," she says, nervously smiling as she kisses your cheek as a farewell. You shout encouragement to her retreating figure, grinning wildly when you see her throw her hand up in the air.

Considering you made a drink for her just then before sending her off, you take the time now to make one for yourself. Your hands skim through the air overtop of the different bottles, searching for your favorite flavors and types to mix. As you go to reach across the table for one of them, disaster strikes.

You gasp as cold liquid lands on your shoulder, following gravity's command and rushing down your back and chest. A flurry of apologies follows suit, and you feel a soft hand on the small of your back as you go to turn around.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Jennie says, covering her mouth in shock. For a moment you're worried that she was dared to do this -- that perhaps her friends sent her off to ruin your outfit and embarrass you. When you find sincere regret in her deep brown eyes, though, all of those worries melt away.

"It's alright," you assure her, shaking your arms to get rid of some of the sticky drink that's trailed its way down. You set your half-filled cup on the table, no longer interested in getting anymore now.

"At least let me wash the shirt for you. I have a coat you can wear while its getting clean."

You furrow your brows at the offer, not expecting that from her. Not only has she apologized, which is practically unheard of from the prima donna, but she's willing to do something for another person?

"Uh, okay." You do your best to mask the confusion in your tone, but it's still plain to see.

"Follow me," she politely instructs, leading you down the hall towards what you assume is the laundry room.

She flips the light on and shuts the door behind you, walking into the closet to search for the spare set of close she keeps here.

When she emerges again, fluffy coat in hand, she begins stumbling over the words she was about about to say. Her eyes land on you, taking in the expanse of exposed skin now that you've stripped off the shirt you were wearing. She can't help but admire the sight; she subconsciously bites her lip, only being brought back to reality when you wave your hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Earth to Jennie?"

"What?" She eventually asks, shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts swarming in it. She's always had a sort of thing for you, but she never imagined you could look that good. It should be a crime.

"I asked if you have a bathroom around here, so I can, ya know... wash up a bit. Whatever you had to drink is pretty sticky." You chuckle, moving your arm to show her how far it's spread.

"This room over here," she says, approaching a door on the wall opposite you, "is actually a bathroom. Convenient, right?" She asks, flipping the light on for you.

"Absolutely," you perk up, glad to know that you won't have to strut down the hall in your sports bra to get to a bathroom.

She steps to the side and pushes the door open for you, nearly melting when you give her a little wave and shut it behind yourself. She's got it bad.

She takes your shirt and throws it in the washer before setting the knobs correctly, knowing the best combos by heart. She and her brother are close, so it's not uncommon for her to come by and help him with chores when he gets swamped.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom clean and dry, nervously fidgeting with your hands as she turns to look at you again. Having the Jennie Kim looking at you in such a way and having her so close is a bit overwhelming, and you're not exactly sure how to deal with it.

"Here," she says, reaching around you to slide her jacket onto your arms. Her face hovers dangerously close to yours as she does, making you hold your breath in anticipation. She pulls the jacket closed, adjusting it so that it lays right, and you look into her eyes.

"Thanks, Jen."

Her heart speeds up at the nickname, though she tries not to show it.

"No problem, sweet thing." She flirts, taking you aback.

Just as you go to say something more, the door blasts open and a couple of her friends pop in. "There you are Jennie! What are you-- oh," they say, watching as the two of you spring apart.

When they realize who you are, they laugh among themselves. "What're you doing in here with her?" They ask, looking you up and down before ultimately appearing unimpressed. Jennie glances at you again, and you can see her going through some sort of inner turmoil.

"Thank God you guys showed up; she won't quit talking. I was just about to leave." She laughs, regaining the bitchy aura that she's known for. You set your jaw and nod, remembering why you choose to stay away from people like them.

"Wow, Jennie. You really had me fooled," you bite back, a bit shocked, but not surprised. You keep your eyes on hers as you take her jacket off and let it drop to the floor in front of her, grabbing a spare towel from the hamper on your way out the door. Her friends scoff at you, wondering what such a nobody like you thinks they're doing treating Jennie like that. You brush past them and send her one last look, conveying all the emotions you feel with a mere glance.

She's disappointed in herself, and she hangs her head as the girls scoop the designer material up and hand it to her.

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45 Minutes Later

Just 15 more minutes, Y/N; totally doable. You reason with yourself. Jennie left the laundry room soon after you, leaving it vacant for you to put your shirt in the dryer and retrieve it when it was done. Now, clad in the warm material, you sit outside by the fire. Stars are shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating it so beautifully that your mind is taken off of what happened. They twinkle for you, and the sight puts you at ease.

What has that pleasant feeling dissipating in a second, however, is the sound of Jennie's voice as she exits the patio door.

She's talking to her friends about some boy that's in love with her, as the whole school seems to be, and you roll your eyes. With the moment officially ruined, you decide to head back into the house and spend the rest of your sentence there.

Once you stand up from your seat and turn around to take your leave, her friends notice you. "Jesus, you're really obsessed, aren't you? Are you following her or something?" One of them, a snarky blonde from earlier, asks.

You laugh at that. "Hardly," you glance at Jennie, though she avoids eye contact. "I'm sure you'd like that, though. Give you something to talk about other than your split ends." She reels back at your boldness, prepared to start a fight.

"You bitc--"

"Stop," Jennie finally steps in, cutting the girl off. She moves between the two of you, putting a hand on your chest and looking into your eyes.

"Jennie, I don't know what her problem is," the blonde squeaks out, trying to defend her actions.

"The problem doesn't lie with her," she tells her, leaving her puzzled. Jennie continues, "I lied earlier; I'm the one who invited her to the laundry room because I spilled my drink on her." You narrow your eyes at her following her statement, wondering where she's going with this.

"We probably would've kissed, too, if you hadn't walked in."

Your heart speeds up a little at that, but you're still hurt by what she did earlier. Having her be one way with you in private and another in public is never a good sign.

"I'm done with you guys. You turn me into something I'm not," she looks between the small following that's accrued, letting them know how she's been feeling for the past bit. The majority of them are stuck up and entitled, and seeing the hurt in your eyes put things into perspective for her. She likes you, and she wants to be better because of that.

"I don't understand, Jennie," one of them asks, sounding like she's on the brink of tears. Are these people really that invested? You know the hierarchy of popularity is confusing, but they make it seem like she's breaking up with them.

"We're not friends anymore. Not until you get your heads out of your asses and start being nicer."

The crowd clearly doesn't know how to react at her sudden change in attitude, but they mutter out various responses before some of them break away.

You look down at her and glance to the house, wordlessly telling her to follow you so that you can have a moment alone to talk. You lead her over to the patio and stand against the wall.

"I'm sorry," she says, sounding relieved to finally get the words out. Her previous actions have been weighing heavily on her, and she's been doing some introspection. It's not entirely all of a sudden, though; she's been questioning why she still hangs out with them for a while now. This encounter just confirmed her desire to leave them.

"I shouldn't have lied like that. I know it hurt you." She looks away, feeling disappointed again.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't fun to have my crush talk about me like that." You nod, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"Crush?" Her head raises up, doing a terrible job of concealing the hopefulness she feels blossoming.

"Crush." You lightly smile at the way she blushes at your simple confirmation. She's too adorable for her own good; it's really no wonder than she has everyone on their knees for her.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say after a moment, nudging her shoulder gently. "It's more than your posse usually gives, so I appreciate it. You'd better mean it, though." You cock your head at her expectantly, a hint of warning in your tone.

"You have my word," she smiles, determined to make sure the opportunity you're giving her doesn't go to waste.

The Fallout

In the following weeks, she cut ties with more and more toxic people, causing a bit more drama to stir up, but she didn't care. You were by her side through all of it, as were your friends, and she saw what true community looks like. She had so many people at her beck and call back then, but none of them cared as much as your close knit group. They were in it because of her status, not because of her.

Walking her to class

Both of you sticking up for each other if people try to start stuff

Helping her correct her bad habits if she starts to get judgemental with someone or slips back into her old ways

Being patient with her

Her spoiling you randomly to show how thankful she is for you

"Miss L/N, we have a Candy Gram for you. Sent by Jennie Kim." A staff member says upon entering the classroom, walking the package over to you. You grin widely as you open the note attached to it.

"Come see me after class, Y/N/N. I have something for you."

You were excited for the rest of class

You rode your bike back to her dorm, parking it outside before knocking on the door.

"Hey, Jendeukie. What do you have for--"

You're abruptly cut off by her lips pressing against yours as her hands pull you in, turning you to mush. You sink into her arms and kiss back, reveling in the feeling of finally having this moment with her. You've been waiting for it ever since the party.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she softly admits, resting her forehead against yours. "I hope I didn't overstep." You can hear the nervousness in her voice, and you smile at how cute she is.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Come here," you pull her in again, lifting her up into your arms as you walk into her dorm. She squeals at the sudden move, but the sound is quickly muffled as you lean in to kiss her again.

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mila-dans · 3 years

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Kiss and Tell: Sweet Nothings

Chapter one of “Kiss and Tell”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2487

Summary: What happens when a Winchester winds up with a curse on his hands? Or more specifically, on his lips? Only chaos, comedy, and cuteness ensues.

Just So You Know: This series will have seven chapters which have already be written and posted regularly. It’s small and sweet but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless. My apologies for, most likely, many mistakes. Let me know what you think! (Gif credit to the wonderous: @oneshoeshort)

“You’re kidding right?!”

“Nope, Sam’s silent for 24 hours!”

“Awesome!”

“Hell yeah it is! Now we don’t have to listen to him geek out over whatever it is that he does which I usually tune out.”

“This is incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”

“Me either!”

You and Dean looked over to Sam who well, if looks could kill…

“Aw,” Dean started to say, reaching across the war room table to pat Sam on his shoulder. “It’s alright Sammy, only a day long. You’ll even be asleep half the time anyhow!”

“Shame though,” you let out.

“Tsk, tsk, yeah. Such a shame.” Dean shook his head and Sam’s bitch face turned into one that was happy to recognize that his best friend and brother finally understood that this was not a joke.

“I mean, think if it lasted a week!”

“Exactly!” Dean went on and the two of you broke out in laughter as Sam threw his hands up in the air with a face full of defeat.

“Oh come on, Sam,” you started, having trouble holding back a smile. “Quit being so sour about it. It could be much worse.”

“Yeah, and weren’t you the one who said, ‘It’s okay, I know what I’m doing,’ when you decided to mess around with magic?” Dean stated and you hummed in agreement. Sam rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw as he huffed. “You know, I do have to admit, usually it’s the witch herself that casts a curse or hexes someone but you,” he started to chuckle, “You did this all on your own buddy boy!”

You and Dean continued to laugh with glee as you watched the youngest Winchester’s cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

“Listen honey,” you continued to add on to the roasting, “You always claim that you are Mr. Perfect who never ever screws up, always pinning bad situations on us two, so we are gonna enjoy this for as long as we can!”

“Hell yeah we are!” Dean shouts, reaching over towards you for a high five which you happily return. Sam tries to speak but it comes out as grunts which only causes you and Dean to continue into another fit of giggles, tears starting to form in your eyes.

Sam stood up from his seat and came over to you, hovering over your shoulder in an agitated manner as you wiped the water streaming down your eyes, trying to catch a breath.

“What?” You let out in an exhale as your eyes met his. This was the most you’d laughed in a long long time and just seeing how pissed he was was the cherry on top of the sundae. You didn’t even like cherries but you sure as hell liked this.

He stood still, waiting for you to stop laughing, long enough for him to ‘speak.’ You looked at him, waiting for him to open his mouth just so you could burst again. He raised his eyebrow at you and threw up his hands. Whatever charades he was playing, the only thing it was doing was making Dean belly laugh.

“Alright, alright,” you took a deep breath and finally tried to help sort out whatever Sam was trying to ‘not say.’ “What is it, Sam?” You asked and were met with him doing some sort of sign language to which you just shook your head. “Sam! I do--I don’t know sign language!”

“Yeah, so just,” Dean spoke, trying to search for something, “Here.” He handed his brother a pen and paper and Sam took it quickly, writing down his words.

“What can I do to get rid of the hex?” The paper read as Sam held it in front of both of yours faces. You and Dean looked to the tall long haired man and smiled.

“Sorry, hot shot,” Dean answered. “You either wait out the 24 hours or pass the curse to someone else.” Sam threw his head back in a sigh then went to write down something else.

“How?” Was written on the paper.

“You gotta kiss someone.”

Sam went to feel the bridge of his nose as he scrunched up his face in stress. You couldn’t help but smile. Your best friend, Sam Winchester, was speechless for a whole day. Oh what fun.

“You’ll manage,” Dean grinned and let out another chuckle while Sam’s bitch face was turned up to bitch level one-thousand. You pitied the poor soul for a moment before he looked at you with impatient eyes. There was a moment of silence between the three of you as you put two and two together.

…

“Oh hell no!” You shouted. “No way are you kissing me little Winchester!” Sam tried to speak in defense but of course came up blank. You rolled your eyes and Dean started up laughing again. “I can’t believe you’d actually consider making me get the curse just so you could speak!”

“Sammy, you sly dog! Is this your way of finally getting Y/n to kiss you?!”

Sam’s face turned bright red and you were positive yours were turning as well.

“I know that you liked her but this is a cheap shot! Even for me!” Dean continued. He started laughing and you started to smile big at the thought of Sam liking you. No way was that true. Sam was Sam and you were Y/n. Bestfriends. That’s all. Or at least what you had to tell yourself every time the idea of wanting something more entered your mind.

Sam was quick to stand up and stomp out of the room in further embarrassment, leaving you and Dean chuckling in response.

“His face was priceless!” The older brother stated. You tried to laugh rather than pause and go into detail about his previous statement about the other thing that would only confuse you so much more.

“Yeah,” you let out, unsure of the situation. You shook your head and brushed it off as nothing then stood up from the table. “I’m gonna go check on our little voiceless Ariel.”

“No, do--don’t associate him with Ariel! That’s gross! I like her!” Dean muttered as you left the room.

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“Can I come in?” You asked as your knuckles hit Sam’s door frame. You didn’t hear a response but then it set in as you chuckled at yourself. “Oh right,” you said, opening the door then pulling it shut behind you. “I forgot.” You smiled.

Sam was sitting up on his bed, back against the headboard with his arms crossed as you gave him a grin. He glared at you with his big hazel eyes and you just trudged over to his bed, falling on top of him and the mattress. You stretched out your limbs knowing that you were annoying him but he couldn’t do much about it, letting you get the chance to take advantage of the situation.

“So,” you started to speak as you crawled over him as he stayed still with a frown on his face. “How’s your day going?” You smiled, enjoying the situation. He let out a huff and decided to break eye contact with you, ever so dramatically, and look somewhere else in the room. “Wha?! Look at me! Don’t look over there!” You shouted, watching him lick his lips almost mockingly, knowing that it made you mad when someone didn’t look you in the eyes. “Look at me! I’m talking to you!”

You sat in his lap, looking straight in his face, waiting for him to look at yours. He kept turning his head every which way just to annoy you. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working. You and Sam knew each other long enough that you picked up a thing or two of how to piss the other one off. And one thing that pissed Sam off was when you played with his hair or cuddled up close with him. God knows why. If it were you, having someone play with your hair or have their arms around you would be like a little slice of paradise. But in this case, you wanted to make him mad.

“Oh look at that,” you said nonchalantly. “Your hair looks so soft! I wonder what it feels like?!” You giggled as you saw the corners of Sam’s mouth form into a reluctant smile. You pried his arms from their crossed position, blocking his chest, and then wrapped your legs around his waist knowing full and well that he was bound to break. You knew what you were doing. He knew what you were doing. The only thing left to do was make him give up and smile.

You moved closer to him, showing the absolute biggest smile on your face as you began to move your fingers through his hair. You weren’t lying about it being soft. It was so very soft that you often got jealous because he wouldn’t ever tell you what shampoo and conditioner he used. You were so close to getting him to give in.

He continued to stare off into the distance, clenching his jaw to the point where it was about to pop, doing all he could to not look at you.

“I asked you how your day was, Sammy.”

There it is.

Sam’s eyes went from glaring at the wall to looking straight into your own. You tried to keep a straight face for as long as you could. You knew that you had him in your clutches now.

“What?” You asked innocently, tilting your head to the side. He raised his eyebrow at you, knowing that you knew exactly what he knew. You let a moment slip by as you fiddled with the strands of his hair and propped your arms on his shoulders. “What is it… Sammy?”

You stared blankly into his face, getting inches away, doing what you could to make him break. He shook his head no and you raised your eyebrows in question.

“What is it, Sammy?”

His eyes were about to pop out of his head. He shook his head no again.

“Sammy?”

No.

“Sammy? Sammy?” Every time you said it, you used a different tone just to make him crack. You cleared your throat to do your best Dean impression as you called out, “Sammy,” again making him smile.

“There it is!” You laughed and this time he shook his head with a grin coming from his lips. “I know how you just love being called ‘Sammy!’ Don’t you?!” He shook his head vigorously as you continued to laugh, enjoying your win. You looked into his eyes and saw a bit of a glimmer, not expecting what was to come next.

Within a moment’s notice, Sam wrapped his arms around you and took you for a spin as he pinned you down on your back. You did not like where this was going. He was not gonna do what you think he was gonna do.

“Don’t!” You warned as a smirk crossed Sam’s face. If he hated having his hair played with, or if you even hated people not looking at you in your eyes, this was the bell of the ball when it came to getting you pissed off. “Don’t you dare!” You shouted again. You tried to move but he had you stuck, unable to wiggle out of this one. “Sam, honey,” you started to plead with him as a last resort. “Don’t, I beg of you. Please little Winchester, don’t do it… SAM!”

You started to scream out loud as he did it. He did the one thing that you hated more than the devil himself.

Tickling.

“Sam! Sam--Sa--Sam! Stop it! St--Sto--It!” You tried to speak but couldn’t even get out full sentences due to the pure, genuine, laughter coming from your core. “Sa--I ca--I can’t--Let me--Sam!” You kept cackling, having a hard time keeping your eyes open as tears started streaming from them. You kept getting glances of Sam looking so joyous as he got the drop on you, knowing that you were gonna give him hell to pay, enjoying it while he could.

It was about the longest minute of your life as you completely were at a position in which you could do nothing but cry tears of unwanted joy. Sam kept going, breaking down all your walls as your deepest and truest laugh came to the light. You hated it, hence, you hated being tickled which is exactly why Sam was doing it.

Finally, Sam let you breathe without having to gasp for air with his big hands, brushing against your sides. You took a breath as he fell with his back on the bed next to you. You turned your head as he turned his, facing each other. He gave you a big smile and you struggled to not do the same.

“I hate that you know my tickle spots,” you admitted. “I hate it with a passion.” He took a happy sigh as you continued. “I seriously hate it, it’s not fair! You are like the only person in the world that gets to hear my horrific laugh and every single day I think about killing you so that no one can bear witness to the monstrosity!”

Sam smiled even bigger as he threw his hands up in the air as a reaction to the statement. Right about now, if he could talk, he would be questioning your reasoning like always.

“I’m serious, Sam! I’m gonna kill you one day and I’m warning you now so beware the next time you decide to cruelly tickle me!” You crossed your arms in a huff and watched as Sam leaned over close to you, eyes on you, grinning, and the grin was getting infectious. You bit your lip, using all your strength to not break but then… he winked… you were gone.

“Dammit, Sammy!” You yelled with a clear smile affecting your tone as happiness filled your voice. One look from Sam and you knew his thoughts. Before he had the chance to try and tickle you again, you kicked him off of you, right where it hurt, and crawled out of his bed.

You watched as he would curse you if he had the voice, rolling around in the bed, with his face barged in the pillows. You giggled at the sight.

“Quit being dramatic, Sam. You’re not an actor, only a techie.” You claimed. Sam’s face shot up quickly and the anger radiated from his expression. Before he could move, you went to grab one of his flannels that you loved so much and headed for the door knowing that he couldn’t stop you.

“Be ready in ten,” you ordered. “You’re coming with me to run errands.”

Sam raised his arms, obviously wondering why he had to go with you.

“Because, Sammy, I said so!” You answered, running off down the halls in another fit of giggles.

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Soldier, I can’t love you [ but I do ]

Part One

ship: nottpott — harry x theo

word count: 3586

tw: injuries, mentions of death, swearing, war

If this was how he was going to die .. no damn he was not happy about it.

He could feel it, the breaking skin shifting beneath his clothes, glued with the aftermath of rain to his skin, patched with mud and long dried stains of blood. He gave a short exhale, through the spiking pain of his shin with each footfall as his fingers seemed to mould into the creases of Potter’s jacket.

His arm was slung around his shoulders, and Theo wanted to feel something close to resentment as his eyes squinted through the dark of the night, their aching bodies colliding with each gruelling step along the old country road. Wanted too. But instead was stuck with the burden of relief in his own treacherous emotions.

“You’re not going to die Nott”

He jerked a little, catching the bubble of pain behind his gritted teeth as his foot stumbled and struck a loose stone on the ground, weeds crawling up against the road and threatening to claw at his dragging ankle. The makeshift bandage of cloth rubbed, and holy fuck the cut was not deep but it stung like hell.

Potter glanced at him, those eyes, his tanned skin shadowed by the darkness but those eyes, deep with a soldier's gaze, polished with something warm, and they rolled up towards the sky. Theo bristled, but didn’t ask how Potter knew. Maybe he’d said it allowed, his lips seemed to do that more frequently now, the consequence of a lack of human interaction he supposed.

“Oh yes, my saviour,” he bit back instead, and there’s more relief rolling down his back because at least he still had sarcasm. Except he was, he was being saved by Harry goddamn Potter and he didn’t entirely hate it.

Rather him than — well , just about anyone.

“How’d you find me?”

He asks before their silence could feel as threatening as the noise, and Potter shifted his hand, Theo could feel it curling tighter into the side of his jacket. For the first time since his figure had appeared before his hazy eyes twenty four hours ago he asked the question that had been rattling around his head.

“How’s your leg?”

Theo sighs through his nose, and scowls.

“Would it kill you to answer my questions?” He snapped, swinging his head against his aching muscles to glare into the shadows of his face. Potter had a stubble growing on his jawline.

They talked about that once.

‘Ginny hexed Michael , you should’ve seen the moustache’

‘I’m not sure I want that image, thank you’ his nose wrinkled automatically

‘Not a fan of facial hair?’ Harry was grinning, he could hear the smile in his voice, their bodies pressed up in the sheets on the floor. Theo turned his head, his vision skewered by messy locks, curling in their growth and shifted himself closer.

‘Not on Michael Corner.’ He muttered and they fell into a gentle silence.

‘I don’t think I’d like it,’ Harry mused after a moment, and they’re moving again, both of them, and then Theo is met with his face staring back.

‘I think you could pull it off.’

A lifetime ago, and Theo could hardly remember what got them to that moment. It felt easier then, and harder, like some paradox coiled around his chest until his ribs hurt, and that smile seemed the only way to loosen the rope.

He didn’t love him. He wasn’t sure he knew what love was. He wasn’t sure if he could give that love. It was a companionship that began with a cup of tea in a cafe and Draco Malfoy.

Potter had been alone, Theo had been intrigued, and Malfoy had been in a bad mood. Or maybe he’d been in a good one. Draco was hard to read like that, he liked to pretend but theo wasn’t sure even Draco knew what he was pretending to be. He never did a very good job. Potter hadn’t risen to it, the bait Malfoy was spitting on the table, they’d caught eyes past the blonde’s pointed ear and shared a resigned look that simply said ‘he’s at it again’.

They say it’s history from there, but Theo would disagree, the rest had not been history, the rest had been an abundance of messy talks and soft cotton blankets and spitting venom and trust. trust. where had that gone?

“-heo? your leg?”

As of his memories had been encased in the same haunting night, the world moulded back into reality and he coughed the bitterness from his tongue.

“It’s fine.”

Potter hummed, his muscles shifting and Theo felt himself lean into the opening a little more, the silent offering as they came to notice a bulging light up ahead that was gone as quickly as he blinked, as his weight transferred a little more to Potter's hands.

He’d grown. That annoyed Theo.

“I was passing through.”

Not really an answer, and Theo felt his teeth grind a little more, his jaw beginning to ache as Potter jerked them off the road towards the bushes.

“Where-?”

Instinctively he began to pull back. They’d been picked off one by one before, there’d been rumours and whispers like forest fires sparking their way through the stragglers, the lost that kept on running with nowhere to hide. He’d heard all about the once with false safety, lured out to safe houses to find themselves in the hands of the enemy.

He’d heard it from Creevey, who’d seen MacMillans body.

“Easy, Nott,” And it was the softest Potter had sounded as his body recoiled backwards, and he found he couldn't move anyway, a dizzying spin as his leg shook beneath his weight. “Here.”

The world swam for a moment, as Potter released him, and Theo felt his fingers twitch. A hand was clasped on his shoulder, loose enough for him to rip off if he must. He lifted his ankle from the found and found himself gripping the hand, needing that anchor. There was a shuffle, and then a ripple in front of his eyes and he watched the wards split open like a bulge, a tear in barbed wire nuts enough for them to slip through.

Potter didn’t release his wand, and Theo would have thought him mad if he had. He’d already proven his identity, it were to be believed. There were a thousand reasons not to trust this, and yet he couldn’t think of a single one.

So he heaved a breath and stumbled through the wards, hoping he wasn’t about to be murdered. He’d take dying roadside with Potter over that.

Stretched out before him came gravel, and Theo recognised it must have been an old muggle pub and car park, turned into a base. It looked, in a strange sort of way, rather comforting. Nothing like to leaky cauldron, for one, it was still standing. It was rickety, like some old medieval tavern, his eyes scanned the shapes of the wood and the old words etched in. There were lights, he wondered if that were a stupid idea, but the lanterns were warm and the windows alight was more inviting than anything had been the past few years.

They enjoyed history, himself and Blaise, not when Binns was teaching but their own history lessons. They’d grab library books and disappear to a corner or back up to their dorm. It began out of obligation to have high grades in everything, and then it became something they found interesting .. even, on occasion, the muggle stuff.

Potter's arm was back around his waist, and they made their way across the gravel to the door. There was a knock, and Theo gripped the wall beside them as Potter leaned closer , loosening his grip to murmur something through the door.

There were more secure ways to check. Theo wondered if they were being reckless on purpose.

Weasley was there leaning in the doorway with that infuriating smirk looking far too relaxed and a raised eyebrow.

“They buggered you well and good then.”

“You’re as subtle as ever.” He drawled back, and Weasleys smirk widens a little more, there’s a glint in his eye, something ravenous and Theo gets it. They all do. It’s finding those snippets of normality, those arguments they once hated, they come to crave - but it’s too dangerous to truly argue, it means losing sense and they couldn’t afford that.

Potter shifted impatiently, and shot a pointed look at the youngest Weasley male — no , no the youngest Weasley now. It was in the lines on his face, drawn and scarred. He’d heard about her death some time ago. Something passed between them silently, and the red head stepped back to let them through.

Theo would be lying if he said there wasn’t a small pang of jealousy there.

They used to do that across the hall, or the classroom , sometimes in the corridors. Hogwarts was so long ago , he wasn’t even sure it was still standing.

Theo hobbled over the step, and there’s something washing over his face. More wards. The familiar ones, numerous occasions, the last ditch attempt to keep the enemy out of it were the case. And nothing happens.

He lets out a breath he’s not aware he’d held and he grunted, as Potter dislodged him into a chair. It’s still laid out like a pub, and there are figures scattered across the room, few and far and many pressed as far away from the others as possible. There’s a fire going in the corner, the fireplace seemed the only magnificent thing about it, and yet Theo finds his eyes drawn up to the bar.

Dean Thomas. He’s sat behind the counter drying a glass. It something so normal, intimate even, as if he had always been there and that there was not a war raging over their heads.

But Thomas’s eyes are red, and he wonders if Finnegan is alive. Last he heard, a quidditch stadium up north had been blown to pieces, nobody knew whose side did it. The dead had yet to be collected and no names given, it wasn’t safe.

“What’s the latest?”

That draws Theo’s attention, their bodies half caught in the light, half silhouetted by the dark, maybe if he were not as exposed as them, he would’ve have found those grim expressions intimidating.

“Three of ours went down this morning. No word from Carlisle.”

Something expanded in his chest for a moment, like this gallon of hope and the expansive gallows of the sea infused to the flesh of his lungs.

There were mostly rumours of bases here and there. But if they had Carlisle ..

He sucked in a breath and coughed, with a sharp groan that slipped past his gritted teeth as he misguided his footing and smacked his leg against the table.

A hand gripped his shoulder, and his eyes flickered open from the swallowing pools of darkness that threatened to succumb to his body. Harry stared down at him, the concern billowing in his eyes were warm, though disconcerting with the shadows still tattered across his face and stiff with a war hardened stone.

Theo assumed he found what he was looking for as his eyes finished their scrutiny of his face and jerked up to Weasley once more.

Again, those silent eyes and he couldn’t decipher it. He missed friendship.

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Sharing Is Caring

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Demon!Reader x Demon!Dean

Summary: Season 10, where Sam started to drink Demon blood again because his brother was gone. Sam was determined to get his brother back and Dean? Well, Dean was glad that Sam and Y/N found him and share him.

Warnings: NSFW, wincest, threesome, dark fic, oral, voyeurism, anal play, anal sex, bare backing, finger fucking, felching, come play, knife play, Sam drinking demon blood from his brother.

WC: 2091

A/N: This is a fic I once wrote for SPN Kink bingo 2019. I edited it and am now bringing it back. Heed the warnings! If you don’t like it, don’t read.

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Sam knew that he had to find his brother — at any cost.

He was not going to lose Dean. Not again.

He still remembered how it was when Dean went to hell. How it was when Dean went to Purgatory and Sam practically gave up on Dean. Dean was mad when he came back.

Sam still remembers as if it was yesterday. So now? He isn’t going to make the same mistake again. Even though Dean first didn’t want to be found because he hid himself from Sam and instead he went on a prowl with Crowley.

This time, though, Sam doesn’t want to save Dean.

No.

Dean’s past saving and so is he.

The moment Sam noticed Dean was gone, he knew that he had to search for his brother because after all, Dean was the only thing Sam had left. The only constant in his life was gone and he needed it back.

After a couple of days, Sam decided to lure in Demons, in the hopes to find Dean, but when neither of them knew Dean’s whereabouts, he began to slice them up and drink their blood. That was the story of how he came to drink demon blood again, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Sam found himself a companion, too. Y/N was a demon who wasn’t following Abbadon and he came to trust her. It was almost the same as with Ruby, only she was much kinkier, and she knew that Dean was Sam’s priority.

They found Dean in a bar - where else would he be? He was singing karaoke that night when Sam walked in with Y/N, and got booed by the audience, but that didn’t seem to faze Dean. Sam watched from the back, smiling brightly because all the hard work had finally paid off. His heart started to flutter strangely when his brother’s emerald green and empty eyes met his.

Dean walked down from the stage and disappeared through the back entrance right after, not really wanting to see Sam, but Sam was quicker. He had sent Y/N to the back, in case Dean tried to make an escape, and it turned out to have been the right move. She could hold Dean back until Sam arrived.

Dean didn’t need a lot of persuasion to come back with them. Maybe he knew that there's no running away because Sam would always find him. They’re like magnets drawn together.

The bunker days were passé; Sam didn’t want to go back to his old life after Dean left, he also didn’t want to save the world anymore. If he couldn’t save Dean, there’s really nothing for him to save anyway. He just wanted Dean back and he always knew that they were stronger together than apart.

Sam’s sitting in the easy chair as he watches Dean go down on Y/N. Her hand fists in Dean’s short hair, pulling and pushing his face deeper into her pussy while she grinds on that fucking pretty face, and Sam can smell her, can literally taste her. The scent of her tang lingers thick in the air. Sam knows how she tastes, having been down there countless times himself, but tonight? Tonight is Dean’s turn. Mainly because Sam is a good brother and also because Sam wants a piece of Dean’s sweet ass.

“Ass up, Dean,” Sam commands and Dean growls against Y/N’s pussy.

It seems like Dean’s a little annoyed that he has to shift his stance, but he does what Sam asks him to.

That’s going to become their game now, and Dean can’t say that he doesn’t love everything about his demon blood drinking brother.

“Mmmh…good boy,” Y/N chuckles, sitting up a little more so that she can watch Dean feasting on her swollen cunt. And when Dean pushes in two of his thick fingers and curves them just right while he still sucks on her little nub, she can’t help but bite down on her tongue and drive her nails into his scalp, drawing blood from Dean and she tastes copper on her tongue.

“Hey, careful, baby. I need that blood,” Sam laughs from the chair, his hand stroking up and down his impressive cock.

The tip of it is already an angry shade and he’s leaking precum that she wants to lick so bad. She wants to taste Sam in her mouth, and has always loved it when Sam drove his dick to the back of her throat and made her choke on it. But she knows as well as everyone in the room did, that tonight Dean will get Sam’s dick, and she’s okay with that because she’ll get Dean’s after.

“You look so good, Dean. Go on, make her come,” Sam coos, and she can see him squeezing more precum out from the head of his dick before he smears it around, coating the tip of his dick with the clear liquid. Her mouth starts to water at the sight.

“Fuck, Dean…” She throws her head back as Dean hits her spot, sending her legs trembling. He hums as he sucks her clit harder and drives his fingers in even deeper, hitting that spot right inside of her.

“Does my brother make you feel good, baby? Huh?” Sam stands up now, one hand around his throbbing cock and Y/N is taken aback by Sam’s posture. He looked so good. So broad and big as he looms over them. And Sam’s big in every department, alright? Not that Dean isn’t big, oh god, he is. Just that Sam was slightly bigger and honestly, she doesn’t mind being stuffed by both of them, which should happen as well when she thinks about it.

“Come for me, will ya?” Dean whispers against her pussy before he flicks his tongue against her nub frantically. He then seals his lips around her clit, slurps up all her juice and drinks from her like a starving demon.

“Yeah, Dean. Make her come and you’ll get my cock, that’s only fair, isn’t it?” Sam’s standing behind Dean now, his big hands spreading his brother’s asscheeks apart and kneading them roughly. He accumulates all the saliva in his mouth and lets the spit drop down Dean’s crack. Dean moans into her cunt as he feels Sam’s spit running down his crack.

Sam lets his fingertip trail around his brother’s puckered hole as he rubs his cock against one of Dean’s asscheeks, letting the older man feel how heavy and hard his cock and balls are.

“No, Sam, I don’t want it stretched. I want to feel you.” Dean’s voice was muffled as he still had his mouth full of Y/N’s pussy. She winces as the vibration of Dean’s voice hits her cunt. Sam can see that she’s so fucking close.

“Harder, Dean! Fuck!” She calls out, pushing her hips further up and grinds them against Dean’s face.

Sam uses their trance to lay his big cock in Dean’s crack and he pushes Dean’s asscheeks together, fucking himself up and down Dean’s crack. He hopes that Dean would make Y/N come soon because damn, he can’t wait to get a piece of that sweet ass. Sam’s head is spinning when he thinks about how tight and warm his brother must be.

“Come on, Dean, make her come…” Sam growls impatiently, and Dean knows it. He is impatient too, and begins to push his ass back against his brother's groin. Sam pushes forward with a chuckle and drive Dean’s head into her pussy.

That’s a place Dean likes to be. Slotted in between the two of them. Hell, what is he saying — under them, on top of them, in front of them, behind them — he would like it in every possible way, and Dean is fucking glad that Sam never gave up on him, because otherwise Dean wouldn’t be here, eating out that sweet pussy while his brother is desperate to fuck him into oblivion.

“Nnnngg..fuck! Yes, yes, Dean! Fuuuuck!” Y/N yells out, doesn’t mind that the neighbors could hear her because Dean’s tongue felt so fucking good and his fingers were so thick and oh god, her insides are quivering when she feels the tidal wave roll over her. She throws her head back, releasing Dean’s head from her grip and bathes herself in endless bliss.

That’s Sam’s cue. He drives his spit and precum-coated dick right into Dean’s ass, not stopping until his pelvis was flush with Dean’s asscheeks, bottoming out in one swift thrust, and he lets out a moan of satisfaction as Dean groans and squeezes his eyes shut.

Y/N opens up her eyes again and then she meets Dean’s black ones. She flashed him her black eyes too, smirking as she does it, while she produces a knife from under the pillow, “Who’s it going to be tonight, Sam? Dean or me?”

“Cut him up,” Sam pants, hips thrusting hard against Dean’s ass, “I want all of my brother tonight.”

She nods, takes the knife, and gets on her knees to get close to Dean. He still has his eyes screwed shut and doesn’t even object when she cuts into Dean’s shoulder. Dean keeps biting on his bottom lip and opens his mouth to moan out loud when Sam hits his prostate.

Sam grabs Dean by his short hair and yanks his head up, pulls his brother’s back flush against his chest. One of Sam’s hands grabs around Dean’s throat as he still fucks him shallow and hard.

He mouths his way from the back of Dean’s neck over to the place where blood was oozing out of the wound and starts to lick and suck at the patch while he still tries to fuck his brother good, but the angle is all wrong and his dick can’t hit Dean’s sweet spot like that. Neither of them cared though, because the bond they are having right now is stronger than anything.

Y/N watches them, her hands roaming freely across her body until she starts rubbing softly against her swollen and sensitive clit. She loves watching them. Loves how they fuck each other because the love they have is so pure, so raw, and she can’t say that she isn’t jealous. There’s a tiny part of her that’s always going to be jealous.

“So fucking tasty,” Sam hisses when he finishes, and then he releases Dean back into the position he was in before, with Y/N’s pussy right in front of his face. Dean licks his lips, his saliva already dripping down his chin. Sure, he loves Sam’s dick but he also still fucking loves pussy.

“Get it, Dean. I’m good to go.” She chuckles, spreading her legs some more and wriggles her hips.

“Oh shit, oh shit..” Sam mumbles low in the back and Dean knows that he’s going to come. “Fuck!” A last growl, one last thrust and Sam spills his hot seed into Dean’s ass, coating his insides with an enormous load of Sam’s spunk.

Sam pulls out soon after with a squelching sound but she almost can’t hear it above Dean’s slurping and humming. Sam’s all sweaty and shiny and oh god, if she ever said that the sight doesn’t make her wetter, she’d be lying.

“Fucking love your ass, Dean,” Sam huffs out breathlessly and places a kiss on either of Dean’s asscheeks before he brings his palms down and spanked his brother, driving Dean’s face deeper into Y/N’s pussy, which in turn makes her yelp up in surprise.

“Gonna have a taste now, can I?” Sam asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer, because he knows that the answer would be yes.

Sam drives his tongue into Dean’s used hole first, feeling his own cum on the tip of his tongue, as Dean pushes out some more cum that drips onto Sam’s lip and down his chin. Sam seals his lips around Dean’s hole and starts to eagerly suck his own cum out of it, swallowing some but the rest, he keeps in his mouth because he knows that Y/N is dying to get a taste too.

She’s fucking filthy and Sam still doesn’t know how he deserves her, how they both deserve her. She’s all that they’d ever dreamed of and more. They’ll make damn sure that they’ll never let her go after tonight. She is theirs as much as they are hers. Because after all, sharing is indeed caring.

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itstheimpossibledream · 4 years

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Buttons PT.2

Will probably make this a four part smut series.All characters belong to the supernatural franchise. Feedback is always welcome! Please do not post or use my fics without my written Permission.Thanks! The first part was posted last week!

Summary: You’ve hooked up with Sam before but now that Dean knows you’re trying to play it cool and figure out the next step. Light smut💗

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You settle into the back of the impala pulling your blazer over your chest wishing you could be invisible for just a moment. So Dean knew you fucked his brother in the bathroom of a morgue. Your classiest move? Definitely not. But how embarrassed could you be ? It was perfect . Not the first time with Sam that you had planned but, also not one you could ever forget. You shift on the leather of the seat and you hear a squish of your panties as you move. You make a mental note to ditch that thong the second you get to another bathroom. Sam makes small talk with Dean about the new particulars of the case and you are grateful for the distraction. Flipping through the pages, you try to decide who is the first employee you should interview.

"Right (Y/N) ?" Dean says. You realize you had completely zoned out and snap your head up to see Dean looking into the rearview mirror." Busy back there?" he snorts.

"You know you have a lot of questions today Dean." you retort smiling smugly into the mirror. Sam shifts nervously in his seat and while you're grateful that he invited you, you're nervous that having had him like that has made your relationship incredibly awkward. Would he want to do it again ? It seemed like he would but no words passed between you after. how was this going to work ? I mean realistically, you could never really be with him. You could not date a Winchester. Do Winchester's even date? Handsome and mannerable as they were, they were not the kind of people who could settle down and have a family, not that you were the kind of person who could have a family. The best you could even hope for, was being picked up as a third wheel for hunting with the brothers. Sure, you may never be a wife or a bake sale mom but was that even what you wanted? Dean pulled into a parking spot behind a small diner and the brothers escorted you inside. Lunch was quiet, there was a tension there for sure.

"So uhhh I think I'm going to try to talk to the first victim's husband again." you attempt to break the silence while nibbling on a fry.

" I'm so sure you are." Dean mumbles and you let it slide because he is allowed to be annoyed. The way you guys conducted yourselves was unprofessional and who knows the last time Dean got laid. You feel Sam tense next to you and you're grateful that he doesn't stoop to Dean's level. Pushing his salad around with his fork, you find you are way too nervous to look up , to look at him.

" I just mean that I think I can get him to talk, you know?" you say shyly.

" It seems like you can get a lot of people to do a lot of things they normally wouldn't huh ?" Dean snaps back coldly. Sam kicks him swiftly under the table but you notice it. Sam still hasn't looked up."I think it was the wrong place and a really wrong time. And I'm not going to pretend like no one knows what's going on when-" Sam leans in impatiently, finally breaking his gaze from his fork.

"Dean shut the fuck up." he quips. You see his adams apple bob as of he is about to say something else but, to both of your surprise, telling Dean to shut the fuck up actually worked. Dean shakes his head and throws his napkin down into his plate, grumbling something about needing to go outside. You both watch him leave and there is a heft to the silence once again. You finish your water,your straw making an awful noise as you suck around the ice at the bottom of the glass, painful silence.

"So ummm, I guess we should go meet him outside ."

"Why?" Sam snorts clearly not half as sympathetic as you are for his own brother.

" Because he's your brother.......Because he's right. Mainly because he drove." you laugh trying to diffuse whatever possible anger was there. Sam turns toward you in the small diner booth and says

"He's mad because he's jealous. That's all......and it doesn't give him the right to act like a child." You don't know what to say which prompts another long silence. How in the hell could Dean be jealous ? Did he ever think of you like that?

"Sooooooo we are not going to the car then?" you ask for clarity

"I think he needs a second to cool off. " Sam says.

"O. okay ..........So what should we do while we wait for that ?" Sam leans in close to you and plants a kiss right under your ear.

"Well" he says " There is a bathroom. " he kisses your neck more and you feel your eyes flutter at the sensation. If Dean thought he hated us before he would really hate this.

" We can not do that. Your brother will absolutely riot." you barely protest while he laps at your neck placing his hand on your knee. God that feels good.

"Are you sure?" he breathes into your neck. You do not get the chance to answer before he says " Maybe we don't have to go anywhere." his hand slowly working it's way up from your knee. "Maybe we can have fun right here." he says, his hand disappearing under the skirt of your dress. You watch his arm work and you are too nervous to look around and see if anyone is looking. The booth was in the back of the restaurant and the diner was not busy but on principle you knew it was something to be embarrassed of. You have never been this kinky. You know he can feel that your panties are still wet from before and you know he loves the thought that all he is doing now is adding to that puddle in your seat. He lowers his voice and whispers into your ear " No one is looking at us. You don't have to pretend like you don't love it." You push your back into the booth bracing yourself for the waves that you know are about to come. His middle and index finger curl into you and you are grateful for the pressure of his palm on your clit. "See Dean doesn't understand I can have you whenever I want because I know how to turn you on." he lightly bites at your neck and you let a slight whimper escape. It was true.You were just fine being his fuck toy.His fingers foraging deeper into you "Do you think anyone else could make you this wet?" you meet his gaze not saying anything ,for fear that your voice may betray you. He smirks and continues , his long fingers stroking your walls as you calmly try to move your hips into him. "You feel amazing(Y/N) " he breathes into your ear. You hate him for doing this to you. For opening you up like this in public but, it is also one the most exhilarating sexual encounters you have ever had in your life. "Earlier, I wanted to fuck you so bad I couldn't wait to get you alone. That's why I tricked you into the bathroom. " you are choking back a scream of pleasure, you just want him to shut up and let you ride his hand. Being in public was bad enough but him dirty talking to you like this was a whole different level of torture. "I had to do it. You looked so hot in that dress.......I'm just sorry I rushed it." he smiles and you bite the inside of your cheek, sure you're going to explode any minute. "I couldn't wait." he laughs "But I never got to taste you." he says going back to your neck and kissing a spot that you are sure has to be a permanent mark now. Your eyes roll back and you think about just letting it out and cumming as loud as you want .

The bill thuds to the table and you feel his arm stiffen but his fingers are still exploring inside you. He had a card right in the pocket of his jacket ,like he was ready for her to come over and you watch as he gingerly places it on the plastic tray for her to take it away.O he was good at this. She turns to leave and immediately his eyes are back on you " Do you like it when I play with your pussy?" he asks, testing you. He finger fucks you a little quicker now and you feel like your whole body could just float away and no one would notice. "I have to tell you." he whispers "Now that I know how tight that pretty little pussy is I plan to play with it a lot more." you lean against him looking up at the ceiling you close your eyes and ride the wave of that orgasm as silently as you could. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you, dips them in his mouth and then grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. You kiss him and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You hate to admit it but, you like it. It makes you feel like he belongs to you. The waitress returns with the receipt and he quickly scribbles a signature, throws down a cash tip and gets up from the table slinging his suit jacket over his shoulder. You move your hips adjusting your underwear and pull your dress back down to where it should be.

"Ladies first" he motions for you to walk ahead of him. You switch your hips knowing he only suggested that so that he could look at your ass, and why not give him a show. You make it to the door of the diner and as he presses the glass to open you get hit with a cold rush of the outside air and wonder, what the fuck just happened ?

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hi! can i please request for harry potter x hufflepuff!reader where she is a redhead but is not a weasley so he ask ron for advice but his advices are a mess and he thinks she sees him as a freak but in reality she thinks he’s really cute? sorry if it’s kinda messed up. thank you!

It’s a Potter request! I haven’t done one of these yet. Thank you for the request!

Harry stared from the Gryffindor table. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. From your fiery red hair to your gorgeous smile, you were absolutely perfect. You had always been so kind to everyone, whether they deserved it or not. You were also gifted in herbology. Your very being radiated with life.

A newspaper smacked him upside the head. “Sorry, Harry, but you were staring,” one of the twins said. “Again,” the older boy smirked.

“Honestly, mate, when are you going to tell her?” The other questioned.

“He doesn’t plan on telling her because he’s worried she’ll reject him.” Hermione took the newspaper and proceeded to flip through it while the boys nearby groaned.

“Harry, you’re a fumbling mess! Fix up and just go.” Seamus rolled his eyes at the Potter boy. Many Gryffindors had grown tired of Harry’s pining. If Dean heard one more word about the Hufflepuff, he would not be held responsible for what happened to the Seeker. Even McGonagall was aware of Harry’s not so little crush on the girl. She may or may not have placed the two together in a few projects for this very reason.

“Harry, don’t worry about being rejected and just go for it.”

“Harry, Neville just told you to go for it. If that doesn’t tell you that this has gotten ridiculous, I don’t know what will.”

He looked between his friends before allowing his eyes to drift back to you. He sighed in defeat. “I would if I could but… how? It’s not like I can just walk right up to her.”

“Technically you can.”

“Not helping, Hermione.”

Ron contemplated for a moment before deciding something. “I’ll help you.”

“What? Are you joking?” Harry sent Ron a bewildered look.

“You help with girls?” The twins doubled over laughing. “Harry’d be better off on his own than with your help. When was the last time you even properly flirted with a girl, Ron?”

“I don’t see either of you boasting a girlfriend either.”

“Very perceptive, dear brother. Maybe next you’ll realize that there’s a puking pastel in your drink.”

“What?!”

“I wouldn’t mind the help…” Harry knew that he needed to do something. He couldn’t spend the rest of his time at Hogwarts staring at her without doing anything. It was time to act on these feelings.

“Suit yourself.” With that, the twins got up and left the dining hall. Harry then turned to Ron.

“So, what do I do?”

“First,” the redhead leaned over the table, “you’ve gotta reel her in, see. Let her know your interested, but not too interested, understand?”

“I- I guess?”

The next day, there was a quidditch match. It was Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff. The match had been pretty intense. The quaffle had gone back and forth across the field. While Harry looked for the snitch he saw it all play out. You were a chaser, so wherever the quaffle was, you weren’t far behind. You had scored a few points and almost got hit by a bludger during the game. Harry swore he almost had a heart attack when it neared your head.

He finally spotted the snitch, diving for it. The Hufflepuff seeker was quick to follow. As they raced for it, Harry pulled ahead just enough to grab onto the small golden orb. The elation of the crowd sent a surge of pride through him. He turned to his teammates, waving it in the air. When they had all landed, the twins hoisted Harry onto their shoulders.

Harry saw you leaving the field. Your shoulders sagged but you didn’t seem too upset about the loss. He could see the sheen of sweat on your skin. You had worked so hard during the game, he almost felt bad about getting the snitch first. When the twins put him down, he made his way towards you, calling out, “[Y/N]!”

You turned around, giving him a tired smile. “Hiya, Harry. Good game today.”

“Yeah. Good game. Um… [Y/N]? Can I ask you something?”

You were thankful that your cheeks were already red from exertion during the game. You were confident they’d be a lovely shade of pink right about now. “Sure thing, Harry. What’s on your mind?”

Poor boy’s throat went dry and his mind went blank. “Did… did you…” His voice cracked. Quickly clearing his throat, he said, “Did you just win a quidditch match? Because y-you look fly.” Smooth, Harry. Real smooth.

“Harry, you just beat us?” You fought down a smile. His face lit up and he started shuffling. All he could think was ABORT! ABORT! He came up with some weak excuse before fleeing to the safety of the changing room. The moment he came in, the team, along with Ron bombarded him with questions.

“Did you do it?”

“Did you tell her?”

“What’d she say?”

Harry shrunk down before hesitantly telling them what happened. “Quite the lady killer we’ve got, ay guys?” Fred watched Oliver repeatedly hit his head on the wall. Ron blanched at him for a second before shaking his head.

“Alright, so that didn’t work. Guess we’ll just have to try something else.”

The next day, the boys had come up with a different plan. “’Actions speak louder than words’, right? That’s what Hermione said. Try showing [Y/N] how you feel instead of telling her.” Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? It’s not.

Harry had roped the boys and Hermione into helping him. They wrote multiple small notes, each with a clue to where the next was. Harry was supposed to be at the end of the trail, holding a final one that told you how he felt. He then used his invisibility cloak to hide them in their designated places. Tomorrow was Saturday, so all he had to do was wait.

When mail came the next day, Harry watch as your owl came to you and gave you the first note. Once you had opened it, he got up and headed to the final spot. The twins winked at him. Neville gave him a thumbs up while Dean and Seamus rolled their eyes.

Harry waited for about 15 minutes before he heard someone start to approach him from behind. Well that was fast. He got up to greet you. “[Y/-” It wasn’t you. It was Filch. In the grumpy mans fist were about half the notes Harry and the others had made for you. The boy could feel the color drain from his face.

“Hello, Potter. Expecting someone else?” The two looked at each other for a moment before Filch grabbed Harry’s arm and started dragging him back to the castle, likely for detention.

On the way to Filch’s office, Harry saw you looking around for the next note. It was probably the first note that Filch had found. He wondered how you’d feel after you didn’t find it. He looked down and continued to shuffle along with Filch.

He didn’t see when you smiled at him. Nor did he see how that smile slightly fell when you saw Filch. But, you noticed that both of Filch’s hands were clenched. One around Harry’s shirt, and the other around slips of paper that looked exactly like the ones folded in your bag. You were giddy as you headed back to your common room.

Morning came and Harry spent a fair amount of breakfast pouting about the failed attempt. Seamus and Dean were both slightly annoyed that they were kept up late for nothing.

“Cheer up, Harry, I’m sure Filch adored all those lovely letters you wrote him yesterday,” Fred grinned.

“Sod off.”

The group started to laugh before they all froze. They watched as leaves came out of Harry’s cup. A flower bud appeared in the center. It slowly opened to show an intricate pattern of petals. Once it stopped, Harry gently brushed his fingers against the flower.

Neville was grinning to his ears, looking from the flower to Harry. “Do you all know what that is?” The Weasley brothers all shook their heads while Harry continued to stare at it. “Harry, that’s a camellia!”

“This the part where you tell us why that matters?”

“Make sure to speak English, mate.”

“Camellia flowers represent love, affection, and admiration. And, look who sent it.” Neville pointed to the Hufflepuff table. Your wand was still in hand as you waved at Harry. Your smile was brighter than Harry had ever seen it. You got up and made your way out of the dining hall.

“[Y/N]?”

“I may or may not have got a little impatient, but I doubted you’d get to the point if I didn’t.”

“Wait, you knew?”

“It was kind of obvious from the start, considering how much you stare at me.” Harry face-palmed at his own foolishness. “But,” you gently took his hand, “it was cute to watch the great Harry Potter struggle to tell me his own feelings.”

“Cute?” A faint blush rose to his cheeks while you nodded. “I thought you’d think I was mad. What with the whole pickup line fail, not even mentioning yesterday...”

You kissed him on the cheek. “Hogsmeade next weekend?”

“I- I’d love to.”

Down the hall, cheers erupted. The twins were wooping while the others applaud. A loud “Finally!” came from Seamus. Some of your own friends were whistling with the group. You both laughed at their antics before leaving hand-in-hand to enjoy the rest of the day together. It seems Hogwarts has a new #1 couple.

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Devils Look Like Angels (Ch. 12)

Title: Devils Look Like Angels (Chapter 12) Summary: Fem!Reader x Psychotic!Castiel. An unhinged, criminal, supernatural artifact collector extraordinaire… and the reader caught his eye. It will not take her long to realize that beneath the charm and mystique is a crazed killer who will go to great lengths to woo her. Words: 1,609 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Stalking, angst, death/murder, violence

Chap 11 || Chap 13 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost

You were accosted the moment you walked through the bunker door. Castiel had dropped you off down the street per your request and you had walked the remainder of the way. The bright side of him driving you was that you now knew the make of his car and the license plate. Although, it could have simply just been a rental, you still had some idea of what to look out for.

“What the fuck?” Dean demanded as you descended the stairs.

“I’m fine,” you sighed, carrying the bag of your dirty clothes and the swimsuit that Castiel insisted you take with you.

“I can see that. But it doesn’t do a damn thing about answering my question, does it?”

Placing the bag down on the table, you leveled them both with a hard stare. “He took me from the bar.”

“Gathered that much,” Dean quipped.

“If you’re gonna be a jackass—”

“We were – are – worried, Y/N,” Sam interjected. “It scared the hell out of us.”

Breathing in deep you tried to calm yourself again. This was not your fault and it was so hard to separate yourself from the blame since you had not been acting smart.

“I needed to pee. Like I told you, Sam, before you went to check on the food. So, I tried to. The line was long, and I don’t know! I just needed to go, and I tried to get to the men’s room and ended up outside. And I went out there in the sticks. But then Castiel was there when I was heading back in. He was accusing me of avoiding him and it was scary.”

“I tried to bypass him by brushing him off but then he said he had men inside. He was really, really fucking mad you guys ‘let’ – insert finger motion, illustrating to them your disdain for his verbiage – “Me get so drunk. Said it wasn’t keeping in good health or something. I didn’t want him to hurt you for some imagined slight – and he did threaten to. So, I agreed to go.”

“I woke up next to him, fully clothed. He made me breakfast. We went on the speed boat provided by the rental, which you know, was fun.” Dean scoffed and you finished harshly, “He fished, cooked the fish for dinner, we ate, you called.”

You fell silent, waiting for them to react.

Dean looked at Sam and said, “We can’t go anywhere.” His attention was back on you. “You’re not safe anywhere. How the hell does he know? Every time?”

“He wouldn’t tell me. I asked.”

“Of course he wouldn’t.”

“I don’t believe he wants to harm me. Not after this.”

Dean barked out a humorless laugh. “Oh, okay. That helps the situation. He just wants to possess you like one of his artifacts and play psychotic games and kill people!”

What he said hit hard and you found it hard to stifle your emotion.

Stepping towards you, Dean told you firmly, “He is unstable, Y/N. We all know this. he is a cold-blooded killer. And to me it sounds like you’re defending him? And saying it was fun?”

“I wasn’t defending him! And it was, despite the circumstance!”

“Just downplaying the severity of the situation then.”

You were silent.

Sam asked, “Why didn’t you contact us?”

Throwing him an annoyed look, you snipped, “I didn’t exactly have my phone. As you know.”

“Well,” Dean said. “If you were as safe as you say you were, why wouldn’t he let you let us know? And if that was all a ruse, why didn’t you fight back?”

“And possibly get killed, Dean? I didn’t know what he was going to do during all of it!” you yelled, finally losing your temper.

Dean’s face fell, anger melting.

“Last time, he had a bunch of people around and I was more concerned about them than myself! This time… it was just me.” You threw your hands out by your sides helplessly. “Just me! That is what I was focusing on. Especially at some lake where he could easily dispose of me if he had the desire to do so! Kill me, weight me down, and toss me in the middle in the dead of night! So, no. I didn’t actively fight back. I went with the flow. But I was sure as hell ready to fight if I needed to.”

Chest heaving from your adrenaline, you stared at the pair of them. Your fear was laid out on the table.

Sam swallowed, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry. ‘Last time’?”

Dean had not seemed to catch that but now his brows were furrowed, looking at you accusingly.

Shit.

“I…I met him for a concert. In Kansas City. And nothing happened. He was normal. And that’s what’s so scary. I was waiting for him to snap at any momenta and blow up the theater or just kill me. But he just wanted a night out with me.”

“So… those back to back movies you saw in Kansas City…?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

Dean swore and you said defensively, “I thought appeasing him might chill him out a bit!”

“Cause that usually works with stalkers!” Dean retorted.

“Dean, I did what I thought was best!”

“Well you were flat out wrong, Y/N!”

“I’m with Dean, Y/N. That was stupid,” Sam chimed in. You gave him an incredulous look and he argued in turn, “Don’t give me that look. We are a team. And keeping things like this from each other is a surefire way to fail. Especially in dangerous situations like this. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for some cause without us at your back!”

You scoffed loudly, “Really? You’re going to lecture me about personal sacrifices? Didn’t you two die all the while... never mind. Forget this. I’m tired!”

You snatched up the bag and moved around the table to go to your room.

Sam reached out and grasped your arm, “Y/N, this isn’t done—”

Yanking away from him, you spat, “For now it is! Leave me alone. Both of you.”

You did not let them utter another word before storming off, leaving them behind you.

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It took until late the next morning for them to corner you in the kitchen as you were trying to sneak some food for yourself. Your plan had been to continue hiding in your room, simmering in your anger. But they were not going to have it.

Sitting at the table across from them, Dean started, “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to what you were trying to say. But damnit, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I already told you why.” Catching the glint of annoyance in his eyes, you added, “Look, if he hadn’t of cornered me like that, I wouldn’t have met him. I’d been putting him off for weeks. He left me some airline tickets to Hawaii – and he went by himself apparently, thinking I would actually show up and was extremely upset I hadn’t – and he’s invited me to dinner. Ever since that night when I blew up on him. I was actively avoiding him, he was right.”

“I know it was stupid, but I really didn’t have a choice. And I know that this has got to stop. The good thing is that he can’t get inside here. And he shouldn’t because of all the shit that’s in here. I can’t imagine what a person like him would do with it.”

You stalled, a thought coming to you then.

Of course.

Sam noticed, “What?”

“That’s it…” you said quietly before repeating it more loudly. “That’s it. We have a couple bone knives, don’t we?”

“Yeah. They’re locked up,” Sam answered. “Why?”

You were gaining confidence, excitement brewing at the possibility of solving this whole mess. “I need to give him one of them.”

“What? Why?” Dean demanded.

“Look, he told me about his parents. How they were killed and what got him into this business that he does in the first place. They were killed over a bone knife his father had found at a pawn shop. He’s been searching for one for a long time. It is really important to him.”

“Y/N, I don’t know if it’s smart to hand over a supernatural artifact like that to him. I mean, the Men of Letters have this type of stuff in bunkers for a reason.”

“I could get him to leave me alone if I give it to him though, Dean.”

Sam sighed, “I don’t think a singular item is going to deter him from his obsession with you, Y/N.”

Sighing, you argued, “But if I give it to him and make it clear it is a parting gift, this could help me. Help us, really. It could end this whole nightmare.” They still looked uneasy and you added forcibly, “Please. You didn’t hear the way he talked about it, the tone of his voice. It is truly something important to him. And we aren’t even using them anyway.”

Dean and Sam were both quiet, contemplating what you said as you impatiently waited for them to give you their answer.

“Fine... if you really think it could work,” Dean relented.

“I don’t know for sure, but it is worth a shot.”

Pulling out your phone, you texted Castiel asking for a meet up, insisting it not be a riddle. It was the first time you had ever texted him, so you could only imagine his elation of you requesting to see him. You only hoped he would be able to control himself when he realized what the meet up was for.

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Survey #286

“has he lost his mind? can he see or is he blind? can he walk at all, or if he moves, will he fall?”

Do you prefer having carpets or hardwood floors? Hardwood floors. Easier to clean and just looks better imo. When was the last time you took a bath? Is this something you do often or do you prefer taking showers? Not since I was a kid, probably. I don't like baths; it feels dirty. What’s your favorite way to style your hair? Do you do this hairstyle often or is it too much hassle for you? "I can’t style it any way." <<<< Mine is too short, too. Do you have a real or artificial tree at Christmas? We always use artificial. The mess isn't worth it. What’s your favourite snack to make when you watch a movie? Popcorn, of course. Do you prefer the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? The Rolling Stones. The only Beatles' song off the top of my head that I enjoy is "Hey, Jude," while there's a handful of Stones' songs I like. When was the last time you played a game of Monopoly? Did you play until the end or did everyone get fed up and start arguing? I'm pretty sure the last time was the PlayStation version at Jason's house. I don't recall if we finished it or not. Have you ever won money on a scratch card or the lottery? How much did you win and what did you spend it on? Maybe like, $10 or so? Mom or Dad would buy one for the hell of it rarely, and they always let us kids scratch it off because we thought it was fun for whatever reason. Have you been on a plane before? Where was the last place you travelled to? Yeah, multiple times. I went to Illinois last to stay with Sara for a couple weeks. Would you rather do a wordsearch or a crossword? Wordsearch. What’s your favorite colour of skittles? Red, duh. I always save those for last. Do you have a favorite TV detective (eg. Sherlock, Poirot)? What is it that you like about them? Does Dean Winchester count? I loved him when I was into Supernatural. He was so charismatic, funny, a wonderful big brother, and don't forget hot as fuck lmao. Were you ever in any positions of responsibility when you were in school? No. Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How long have you needed to wear those for? I'd had glasses since high school. I'm blind as a mf. Do you talk in your sleep? Yes. Ocean or pool? Pool. Cleaner and less risk. I'll swim in either, though. What's your favorite song at the moment? "DEGRADE" by "3TEETH." I've been hooked on them lately. Ever met anyone famous? No. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? *blinks* Have you been in love? Absolutely. Where do you wish you were? Sara's would be great. Last thing you spent lots of money on? My Markiplier tattoo. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden. What is your favorite kind of car? I really dunno. I don't know almost any car by name. I like slick-looking ones, though. AKA expensive ones lmao. What would you honestly do if you had a million dollars? Pay off a lot of things, first of all. For both myself and Mom. I know too well I'd spend a good deal on tats, but I'm quite sure I'd be disciplined enough to know what's more important. Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I am VERY shy. Would you rather listen to new music or the classics? I tend to listen to music I already know. I go hunting for new bands and songs too rarely... Can you do a cartwheel? lol hell no Do you currently feel any sadness? I always do. Do you always respond to chain letters? I literally never do. I don't care what it's about. They're annoying. Do you spend too much time online? My life is online. It's depressing, and very. I usually don't know what to do with myself if I don't have access to it. What is your biggest annoyance? Right now, people not complying to COVID restrictions to help end this madness. Are you currently in a relationship? No. What do you like to do for fun? Watch YouTube, play WoW, write, read, take pictures... Not a lot. I've been stuck with anhedonia for years; not a lot of things give me any sort of pleasure, even the aforementioned things sometimes. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yeah. Do you ever feel like people use you? I've sure as shit felt it before. What role does religion play in your life? None. It's honestly a place of bitterness. Can you sleep with your eyes open? Noooooooo, that shit creeps me out. How often (if ever) do you use moisturiser? Pretty much never... but I need to considering my skin is dry as the Sahara. Have you had any of your wisdom teeth removed? What was the reason? (eg. infection, impaction, lack of space). No. What was the reason for your last hospital visit? I visited Mom after her surgery. Do you use a laptop, desktop, tablet or phone to take your surveys? Laptop. Do you have any debt? If so, are you on top of paying it all back? College debt, for sure. I dropped out three different times. No, I'm nowhere near on top of it. How often do you travel by public transport? Never. Do you have an Instagram account? If so, how often do you post on there and what kind of things do you post? I have three, haha. I don't post on any regularly enough... but I use my first one most. My "main" one is my primary photography one, and I have a second photography account for my darker/roadkill/"vulture culture" work. Lastly I made one for my pets... yes, I decided to be one of those people lmao. Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Definitely not, but we want to try to get closer. In Grammy's last days, she shared that she wished we were more "together" so much. Do you prefer to give your pets human names or not? Definitely not human names, at least usually. Have you ever used a fire extinguisher? Would you know how to use one without reading the instructions? No; I doubt it. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? When I worked, impatient customers. What was the last thing you used your mobile phone for? Listening to music. While my laptop is kaput, I'm using an old one, but it's super slow so I'm just using my phone for music and videos. Did you used to play The Sims? What version or expansion pack was your favorite one to play? I loved the animals one; I went through a period of playing that a loooot. There was also an African wildlife one that I had, but that one was pretty boring, honestly. I never got into the human ones. What quality do you value most highly in others? Probably compassion. Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? Mom. What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift? I got an AWESOME shipwreck w/ a sea serpent nightlight from the flea market once. What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Uhhhh I'm unsure. I try not to be selfish. Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? No, but man does this make me think of "Travelin' Soldier." I love that song so much, man. Always have. What do you use batteries for the most often? Ha, it used to be my mouse, but now that I have one that plugs up to the computer to charge, idk. What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? "I don’t think I’ve ended any kind of relationship over something small." <<<< Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? It really depends on what I want and how hungry I am. If I had the first two though, I almost certainly couldn't handle a dessert. Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? My older sister had it very badly to the point she wound up in the ER. It's no fucking joke. Aside from the necessities (eating, breathing etc.) what is something you do every single day, without fail? I was going to say “get on the computer” or something of the sort, but what if I don’t have access to technology that day for whatever reason? In that case, I’d think of Jason to some point. There isn’t a day that passes when he’s not lurking in my head somewhere. Is there anything you enjoy that’s considered childish for your age? What is it? Roleplaying. Some shows. I’m sure there’s plenty others. How many times a day do you use the bathroom? A LOT. If I’m drinking something, a lot of the time, I almost immediately have to go pee after a single sip. Do you need caffeine to wake up in the morning? What’s your drink of choice? I wouldn’t say I NEED it, no. I do regularly have my Mountain Dew in the morning in place of coffee tho lmao. That’s out of habit, though. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, absolutely. Wild animals, sure, so long you’re not right in a city. Well, even then, roadkill isn’t rare. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? RURAL. Mom and I are both having trouble adjusting to living in the suburbs. The only good thing is we’re closer to everything. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not absolutely without fail. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I VERY rarely bottle it up. That is so unhealthy. I confide in my mom, usually. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? Ugh, my bedroom… but yeah, it’s choice. I COULD be in the kitchen or living room on the laptop, I just don’t want to for privacy’s sake. I’m waiting for the extra bedroom to be cleaned out to turn that into like my “dayroom” or “office.” I’m putting a desk in there, lots of motivational stuff, just things to inspire me to work. I NEED away from my bed. I only want to use it to sleep. If you have pets, do you snuggle with them when you’re having a bad time? Does it make you feel better? Well, it’s hard to “snuggle” with a snake, but I’ll still take her out sometimes and she gets comfortable against me for warmth. I do however definitely snuggle with my cat Roman, because he’s a total cuddlebug and super affectionate with me. How would you rate Stephen King as a writer? Shockingly, I haven’t read a novel by him. However, knowing stories he’s written and his genre, I think I’d absolutely love him. What movie are you looking forward to? Oh goodness, I have no idea. I’m totally out of touch with movies. Have you been to see an opera? No, they don’t appeal to me. What do you wish that you knew with more certainty? My career success. Of the following things, which would you most like to have more of? Drink, dreams, bed, drugs, lust, lies, hate, love, fear, fun, pain, flesh, stars, smiles, fame, sex: Love, of course. Would you ever consider working for the government? Absolutely not. What are the best and worst television channels? I don’t need to even watch television to tell you Discovery is best. Idk about worst. If you had a magical pencil and everything you drew became real what would you draw? Hm… if I drew like, Earth overlayed with a peace symbol, would that cause world peace? What would you like to touch? A wild (well, habituated) meerkat. Meerkats are just… so important in my life. Without them, I wouldn’t have met people who’ve greatly affected and even changed my life. I know the day I (hopefully) hold or pet one will be one where I cry. Does anything you own glow in the dark? I don’t know. Would you rather ride a dragon or a unicorn? Who the hell would answer “unicorn” to this???? Dragons are so so so superior. Can you make a balloon animal? No. How many glasses of water do you drink each day? Rarely more than two, if even that. What do you like in a poem, accessibility, crypticness, or something in between? I guess of these options, leaving some cryptic space, room for the reader to imagine. What I cherish most in poetry though is descriptiveness, but not to an excessive point where it’s just hard to understand. Who do you find yourself in constant conflict with? Why the conflict? MYSELF. I’m just so mad at and disappointed with myself. What subjects do you refuse to talk about? Why are you hiding from them? I mean, none, really. With some people I’m willing to talk about whatever topic. Greatest black and white film: Idk, I can’t recall enough. Greatest film three hours or longer: Troy. I adore that movie. I should watch it again…

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Character Questions

How well can they walk in tall thin heels?

Well enough. They were, and currently are, a fashion statement that many women follow. They don't expect make heels in child sizes so she had to get them specially made. When she did, she insisted on wearing them not stop until her feet hurt.

With an adult body she only wears them to raise eye brows and draw in watchful eyes. It depends on her outfit and her plans for the evening but yes. She wears them well.

What type of instruments can they play? (String instruments? Wind instruments?)

She is very skilled on the piano. Although she has studying all instruments out of boredom and in search of knowledge. She knows enough to have a basic understanding of any instruments in order to play simple things.

What type of dance can they do? (Break dance? Ballroom dancing? Mambo? Salsa?)

Her fathers had her learn ballroom dancing in the early years. As she grew older she became interested in many dances but because of her petite form many of them are a bit difficult.

With her adult form she didn't hesitate to go the clubs and experience many different dances. It didn't take her long to catch on. Don't look to close or she'll seduce you with her moves.

What type of food do they like? (Sweets? Savory? Spicy? Meat? Veggies? Fruit?)

Claudia isn't interested in consulting animal blood but when it comes to humans she's not picky. She has her favorites but she loves the taste of blood to much to turn her nose up at any of it. If she was hungry enough she would feed on an animal but her favorite is to feed on the beautiful and wealthy.

What type of people do they befriend? (The jocks? The preps? The nerds? The outcasts?)

Claudia tends to mostly be drawn to those she finds interesting. She doesn't go out of her way to make friends but mostly let's others come to her unless there's something about you that pulls at her curiosity. Aside from that she'll befriend anyone that doesn't annoy her.

What type of people do they tend to just attract? (Main characters? Moe characters? People of similar backgrounds?)

Claudia has always attracted any and every type of person. With her petite form, usually every where she goes eyes are on her.

Even with her adult form she seems to attract many different types of people. Whether it's because the seemed to recognize her from her old form or because there's something about her that perfumes off her and makes other want to talk to her.

What type of weapon would they use? (Guns? Swords? Knives? Bows?)

Despite being small she is extremely small so she doesn't need a weapon, although if she needed one she was choice a blade because of their beauty.

The same goes for her adult form. She would much prefer taking action into her own hands and feeling the damage she deals. With that in mind there is something about a blade that feels right in her hands.

What type of music do they listen to? (Pop? Rock? Metal?)

Her favorite is instrumental or smooth singers like Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, or Dean Martin. With the progress of music she sought to listen to it all out of curiosity. Naturally, she found herself drawn to the music Lestat made which helped open her mind to all types of music.

What do they wear when they go to sleep?

Lestat and Louis always made sure her clothes were made of the finest cotton. When she slept she always wore nightgowns and prefers them over pajamas.

In her adult form she has come to loves silk and lace if she sleeps in clothes. Now that she actually enjoys how her body looks, she doesn't feel the need to hide it with clothes as she sleeps. She'll either wear silky nightgowns or nothing, since she enjoys the feeling of the sheets against her flesh.

What is their type?

She's attracted to beauty and anything that perks her curiosity. This leads her towards mysterious people and adventure. She's also attracted to strength but gentleness as well. She likes a balance between the two. Someone how can intrigue her and keep her company while not smothering her. They need to be strong to protect her(even if she doesn't need it) yet be gentle when necessary.

What is their ideal type of date? (Candle lit dinner? Moonlit walk on the beach?)

A moonlit walk on their way to their dinner. They would partake in a wonderful hunt. Afterwards they would go back to enjoying their walk before head back to one of their houses, depending on how their connection went during the hunt. They might just relax and talk together or...

What is their preferred location? (Home? Gym? Library?)

Definitely the library or garden.

What type of person did they grow into because of their past? (Angst past, angst person? Or angst past, good person?)

Claudia is very guarded and tries not to become too attracted to things. She does everything she can not to rely on others and isn't one to ask for help. She distant but once she has warmed up to someone she is very affectionate. Depending on the situation and who she's with, she can either be very gentle and happy or reserved and uninterested.

What type of wild animal would/could they befriend?

Claudia doesn't really like animals. While she was with Lestat and Louis they didn't have any pets so she didn't think much of them. She finds them interesting but for some reason has it in her mind that they don't like her.

What type of humor to they have? (Dirty humor? Self-deprecating? Puns?)

Claudia finds puns very amusing and does enjoy dirty jokes. She's to proud to use self-deprecating humor. Humor isn't a strong quality of hers but she enjoys listening to others jokes.

What’s their favourite colour?

Royal blue

What’s their signature colour?

She likes to wear red because it makes her think of Lestat or Marius. She enjoys wearing pastels as well as her favorite blue. Anything pretty and flattering.

In her adult form she really enjoys wearing black because she finds it dramatic and alluring.

Is their favourite colour their favourite because it’s their signature? Or is it their signature because it’s their favourite?

Neither, she only wears it for special occasions.

How do they prefer their hair to be styled? (Messy? Brushed? Loose? Tied?)

She is very impatient and because of her curls its easy for her to grow frustrated with this. Because of this she either has others style it out of her face or doesn't mess with it.

With her adult form, she is so use to not messing with her hair that she just lets it flow free and just brushes it ever evening.

What sort of hair accessories would they use? (Hair ties [are they accessories?], hair clips, those fancy hair combed things)

When they were in style, she wore many bonnets. After that she enjoyed elegant hair clips and jewels in her hair.

What is their ideal height? (What height do they wish they grew/will grow into?)

5 and a half feet

What’s their preferred food to order at a restaurant? (Like they go to a new place and their default choices are always like the steak, or main burger on the menu or smth)

At a restaurant she'll pick a salad to pretend to eat and something fancy looking. She doesn't care what it is as long as it looks extravagant.

She favorite victim are those who are beautiful and wealthy. Other than that it depends on her mood.

How often do they curse? (Moderate? Complete potty mouth? Never? Only when mad? Do they censor it like instead of “what the fuck” it’s “what the h!ck”)

She only really curses if she's angry or if she needs the word to emphasize something in a specific way.

-If so, do they not curse in front of specific people? If so, who they curse around?

She'll curse around anyone to get her point across.

How many people do they consider their best friends? (That is if they have a decent amount of friends)

She has a few friends but not many stick around long enough to become her best friend. Although there are many people she consider to be dear to her. Those people are on a different level than best friend. Its what every you would call between best friend and family, a side from a significant other.

How extra are they? (Are they ‘buys lover a bouquet of flowers everyday’ extra? Or are they ‘fly to a totally different country to visit crush/lover’ extra? Or are they ‘get drunk as hell then get mad over something and strip naked and flew on a building’ extra?)

Claudia is pretty dramatic but I'm not sure extra is the right word. Although I could see her doing that last one of "get drunk as he'll then get mad over something and strip naked and flew on a building" extra.

What sort of random and extra thing will they do for their lover/bff?

Claudia is one to give her lover anything they could ever need or want. Aside from showering them with gifts she also loves to shower them with affection. With that in mind she also knows how to give the other space despite being very possessive and the jealous type.

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huntertales · 4 years

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Preview: Waving The White Flag. (Sacrifice S08E23)

Episode Summary: With Crowley poised to undo all the good they've ever done as hunters; Sam, Dean and the reader find themselves cornered. But with Kevin's help, the Winchesters and the reader bound into one last play against the king of hell. However everything comes with a cost. What must the three sacrifice to seal the gates of hell for good? Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2,931.

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Fifteen minutes until midnight.

You stared at the clock on your phone while you sat in the bunker’s library where you had been almost all night, trying to figure out the lost list of people you saved over the years. Wondering who might be next on the chopping block. There were so many people you met over the years, so many lives you saved from death. It’d be impossible to track every single one of them down and warn them for the danger they might be in. You had no idea of knowing who Crowley was going to target next. He could pick someone you saved from six years ago, he might want to choose someone you helped out on a case five months ago. There were an endless possibilities for how this was going to go down and who could be on the chopping block next. But you had a feeling there was a method to all of Crowley’s madness.

You put yourself in the demon’s shoes to try and get into his frame of mind to figure out what he was doing. It might have been a brilliant idea to tediously compile a list of people you and the boys had saved over the past eight years and go after them. Any monster could pick a name out of a hat and pick them off one by one. It took a true mastermind to hit the hero where it hurts the most. Crowley was targeting people that meant something to you, or had an impact on your personal life. That way it hurt just a little more for you when you couldn’t stop their death in time. Or your first true victory of saving someone's life ended with failure almost a decade later.

Tommy Collins was someone you met when you took your second real case you and the boys worked on together that had some real stakes involved with a life on the line. It was also your first real taste of what kind of danger you would be putting yourself into if you decided you wanted to become a hunter. While it was terrifying, the hunt concluded with a happy ending for you and the Collins siblings after they were reunited. Thanks to you and the boys Tommy and his family were given a chance to live a peaceful life. At least for the past eight years. Until a certain demon decided to sniff him out and kill him.

You didn't get the chance to meet Jenny Klien, but you had a feeling she was a nice girl who deserved a better outcome than the one she was given. And as for Sarah...Crowley did that just to spite all of you. She was someone Crowley knew he would be able to get under your skin, not only for the short connection shared with a certain someone, but for the life she was able to create for herself. She was everything you wanted your life to turn out, and now she was dead.

While Crowley had set a pattern with going after people he saved, you had made a few friends along the way that were still alive. You made a few phone calls around to make sure they were okay. Charlie Bradbury was occupied with a video game she claimed hadn't been able to tear herself away from. She told you everything was okay on her end. No hex bag around the place she was crashing at. Josh was fine as well, working a lot lately. You told him to keep an eye out for any kind of strange activity after briefing him on the game Crowley was playing with you and the boys. Garth was first call you thought to make after he was still keeping an eye on someone who was most likely on Crowley's kill list. The hunter kept reassuring you Kevin was perfectly safe, even putting the kid on to let you know he was still breathing.

When you got back to the bunker after losing Sarah and getting the call from Crowley, you were devastated at how it turned out. Because for a moment you thought things weren't going to turn out exactly like how you had been fighting for. Six months of Kevin translating the tablet and three of them completing two of the trials would have been for nothing if you did what Crowley wanted. You were doing this to put away the monster who killed three innocent people who thought they escaped from this lifestyle for good. They were given a few years of normalcy before it was all taken away, because of the people who saved them ended up being the reason why they were killed.

You were used to people dying because of you, and at the hands of a demon no less. Crowley thought the routine was predictable. The same formula was recycled over and over again for the past eight years. He wanted to change things up, broaden his horizon of his pool of victims he could choose from. A hunter doesn't have much family. What they lacked in loved ones they made up for in people they saved. And you saved a lot of people...people who were in danger.

You had a twelve hour window from when Crowley promised you he was going to kill someone. The ritual to cure a demon only took eight hours. All you needed to do was get your hands on a black eyed freak, pump him full of purified blood while chanting some Latin and finish it off with a bloody high five to complete the final trial. You would be able to solve both problems without having someone fall victim after time ran out. While it sounded so easy, you knew there was no way you could execute the plan. The king of hell promised you his goons were strictly off limits from you. And you had no time, no clue, how to track down a knight of hell you managed to let get away. You were back at square one with no way out of this.

It seemed like you and the boys were backed into a corner with no way out but to surrender. You thought that was how all of this was going to end. Throwing in the towel for the sake of doing the right thing. But that wasn't your style. You wanted to go down fighting. Dean was on your side with this. However not everyone had the confidence in yourselves like you did. Sam was always the one who tried to boost morale when things looked bleak and hopeless. But even he knew how screwed you were. He was thinking about the big picture. Not only for the sake of the people but those who weren't on the best of terms with the king of hell.

“What happens when Crowley gets bored of picking off people we saved?” Sam raised an important question that had been burning in the back of his mind since last night. "He made it quite clear he wants to see Y/N dead."

“He didn’t exactly say that.” You jumped into the argument to defend yourself from the younger Winchester’s prediction. You looked up from the phone screen to see Sam was staring at you with a frustrated glare at how you were taking this. You rolled your eyes and placed the phone back down to the table. "If Crowley wanted me dead he would've done it already. But it's too predictable. And besides, I don't stay dead. He would rather pick off people and keep all the demons locked up because he knows that would piss us off. It's his end game."

“Besides, there’s gotta be some kind of loophole around this.” Dean said, pulling the conversation back to where it needed to be. “Maybe we’re looking at this all wrong. Crowley said he wasn’t going to let a demon anywhere near us. Maybe we can have someone summon a crossroads demon. Trap that one and presto—Crowley and all those black eyed sons of bitches go away forever. I’m sure business is going on as usual.”

“Who, Dean? Crowley knows everyone we’ve ever saved. Pretty sure he knows all the hunters we’ve worked with, too.” Sam busted his brother’s idea before he could elaborate more. Dean gave the man an annoyed look from how he was treating every single one of his ideas. It was at least something to think about. Sam thought it was stupid to put someone else’s life on the line, which was exactly what all of you were trying to stop. “I mean, how are we gonna do that? Find someone down on their luck and somehow persuade them to summon a deal and sell their soul?”

"Hey, that's not a bad idea. It might be stupid enough to work." Dean said. His brother shot down the idea with his infamous bitch face you knew too well. Sam was getting to the end of his rope, and it was only a matter of time until he gave up for good. "What the hell do you want us to do, Sam? I'm not backing down from that bastard. We came too far to give up. There's gotta be a way out of this."

The conversation on how to save the day fell into silence when none of you agreed on what the right thing to do was. Sam really didn't want to back down and thrown in the towel after months of hard work you and Kevin put into this. But it felt like there was no other choice. The younger man began to slowly pace around the room as he glanced down at his watch to see the time was ticking down to the next deadline. If none of you thought of something in the next minutes the body count would go up to five. Crowley hadn’t given you the courtesy call about the last person he picked off. He wanted the three of you to sit and wonder who was going to be next, just to make you feel even more trapped. So many directions you could be pulled into, and no way of knowing who could be next.

Your eyes jumped away from a spot in the library you had been staring at after getting lost in your own thoughts when you heard your phone vibrate, the noise echoing and moving slightly around from sitting on the table. You still had several minutes until someone was scheduled to die. Unless Crowley was getting impatient following his own rules and wanted to move things along faster.

"What is it?" Sam asked you. "Is it Crowley?"

“No. It’s just a notification from a pregnancy app I downloaded a while back. Wanted to remind me that I’m officially six months pregnant today. Whoopie freaking doo.” You muttered the last part to yourself in an unenthusiastic tone of voice, tossing your phone back down to the table. “You think after six months of dealing with this tablet business it’d be over by now.”...That you would’ve had everything planned out.

Six months of dealing with runaway prophets and the king of hell stealing your tablet. Angels coming back from purgatory and being toyed with by their own kind to get a hold of an angel tablet. All these months of dealing with this business, you had tried to keep a strategy going. You wanted to be one step ahead of the enemy with the future in mind. You had that all set out. Until someone threw a wrench in your plan. A thought that didn’t hit you before and screwed it all up. For some reason all of this sounded familiar to you. Having a plan set out, trying to execute it...only for a thought to make you realize that it wasn’t going to be easy as you thought it was going to be. You needed to think quick on your feet so you can achieve everything you ever wanted. No matter the price you had to pay.

"There's no way out of this. Crowley knows that. He's got us right under his thumb, exactly where he wants us." You spoke up all of a sudden, the realization hitting you. You felt your lips stretching into a smile, wondering why you didn't of going this route sooner. "We're desperate. I mean, there's no way out of this unless we do what he wants."

"Yeah. And?" Sam wondered why you were repeating information that was made pretty clear since last night. It was the argument all of you had just a few minutes ago after trying to solve the problem at hand. "Where are you going with this, Y/N?"

"Sammy, what is it that we do best?" You asked him. He thought about your question for a moment, wondering what kind of answer you were fishing for. He shrugged his shoulders, admitting a sign of defeat. "Making deals with demons. So let's do it."

"Crowley said all demons were off limits to us." Dean said. You tilted your head to the side slightly and gave him a look, knowing that wasn't the point you were trying to make. "You want to take the deal with Crowley? That's exactly what the prick wants. He wants us to cave."

"Exactly. Crowley wants us vulnerable because that's how he can make us do whatever he wants. So let's keep it going. Long enough to turn the tables and corner him." You went on, telling them about the only play you had left against the demon. "Dean, was there anything more portable in the dungeon? Like, I don't know, handcuffs? Something marked with the same symbols on the chains?"

"I think so." Dean recalled. "What is that big brain of yours coming up with, Nancy Drew?"

"I'm thinking....let's make a deal with the king of hell." You told the boys. "But on our terms."

"He'll never cave unless we do what he wants. And if he finds out it's a trap, we have no way of knowing how he'll react." Sam said. You knew he was trying to be helpful, but he wasn't looking at it from the angle you were. "It's too risky."

"Crowley might be the king of hell, but he's still a businessman at the end of the day. He can't resist making a deal. Besides, he dealt with a desperate pregnant woman before. He'll think this is history repeating itself all over again. And it is...but I've got other negotiations." You said. Both of the brothers thought about your plan for a second or two, wondering what might go wrong if Crowley caught on to what you were doing. "Boys, we've had a demon at our disposal the entire time. It's just a matter of getting Crowley to fall for the bait. What do we have to lose?"

You had a lot to lose if you didn’t follow through with this plan exactly the right way. One little slip up and Crowley would surely figure out what you were trying to do. But with time running out quicker than you thought, you and the boys had no other choice. This was your last chance at doing the right thing. You grabbed your phone from the table and punched in the three digit number to reach the king of hell. The phone rang a few times before you were greeted by the demon in that annoying accent of his.

“You have less than one minute before a very dear, attractive, and slightly tipsy friend of yours snuffs it.” The demon greeted you with an update on his activities for the evening.

“Call it off, Crowley.” Dean ordered to the demon who was on speaker, slamming his hands down onto the table to prove he wasn't playing around. Crowley curiously wondered why he would be doing such a thing. Dean was still apprehensive about this plan when his gaze fell over to you, as if he was wondering if you still wanted to go through with this. You slowly nodded your head. "Because it's over, you son of a bitch. We want a deal."

“Thirty seconds.” Crowley warned all of you.

"We stop the trials, you stop the killing." Dean reiterated the demon's negotiations he set for all of you.

“I want the demon tablet—the whole demon tablet.” The demon told you another part of his deal that you knew, making it quite clear before all of you tried to do anything stupid.

“Fine, but then the angel tablet comes to us.” The older Winchester decided it was only fair to ask for something else in return. Crowley was taken aback by the hunter’s greediness, wondering on what grounds all of you thought you deserved such a thing. “On the grounds that you’re a douchebag and no douchebag should have that much power. Deal or not?”

“First, I need to hear two little words,” Crowley wasn’t going to let this be easy. You bit the inside of your cheek when you heard his final negotiations if you wanted this to work. “I surrender.”

The boys exchanged an uneasy look at the final terms of agreement. It wasn't in your style to sink so low and beg for mercy. But what other choice did you have other than to cooperate? You quickly reached for the phone before the next person could bite the dust. You made the words clear as day, showing Crowley you were waving the white flag. "I surrender."

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The Contest-Part 36

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along. Much to your surprise, you land the role and your life changes forever when you fall in love with one of the show’s leads, Jared Padalecki

A/N: I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s. It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! : *Note: My vision for the show is different from what has actually happened, and some characters and plotlines may differ.

Part 1 My Masterlist

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Gemini’s POV

My head popped up from the table, startling Sam and Dean, who were quietly eating their breakfast so as not to wake me. “Pancakes?” I said groggily as I sat up quickly. “Why do I smell pancakes?”

“Hey sleepyhead,” Sam said with a smile. “You must be beat, Gem. You fell asleep right at the table!”

Dean pushed a foil-wrapped plate in my direction. “Saved you some.”

I shook my head to clear it. “No guys, listen! My BFF Kelly Kline paid me another visit in my dreams. She told me where Jack is!” I pushed away from the table and stood up. Sam opened his mouth to say something, but I waved a hand at him.

“And before you say anything, I HAVE to go. Jack will only come to me. Don’t ask me why, but Kelly said it had to be me. So I am going! Get Cas, get Mary, but I am going and you can’t stop me.” I was starting to get really worked up.

Sam held out a placating hand. “If Kelly says it has to be you, then it has to be you. I don’t like it but I won’t stop you. I just want you and the baby to be safe.”

I jumped out of my seat and grabbed a piece of scrap paper and I pet from the junk drawer. I quickly scrawled down an address and handed it to Sam, “This is where Kelly says Jack is.”

Readers POV

When I entered Jared’s trailer, he was face-timing the kids. The turned when I entered. “Perfect timing, babe. They were just asking for you.”

I looked over Jared’s shoulder at the screen. “Hey, Sheppy! How’s it goin’ bud?”

Shep proceeded to laugh into a long story about some cool bug he had found before Tom apparently had enough of waiting and pushed him out of the way. “Lemme talk!” he demanded.

“Hi, Tom-Tom! I promise I will talk to everyone. How’s school?”

Tom’s face filled the small screen. “I can add now!” he said proudly

I grinned at him. Damn Jared’s kids were adorable.”Good for you! Keep up the good work. Where’s Odette?”

“She’s nappin”. But Mamma wants to talk to you. Bye Daddy, bye, Y/N.” Without another word, Tom zoomed off, and the screen was blank. The Gen appeared, looking like she had everything under control, as usual.

I don’t know how the woman did it. Yeah, she had help, but she had two very high energy boys, a girl that was into everything and still managed to find time to run a blog. “Hey Y/N! How is your mom? We missed you at the wedding,” Gen said with a smile.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. She’s much better, thanks for asking.” I replied

Jared cleared his throat. “Uh, Gen, we have something to tell you, well two things actually. I asked Y/N to marry me, and she’s pregnant.”

I leaned over his shoulder, “just to clarify, he asked me to marry him before I told him I was pregnant.” I said with a smirk.

“Oh my god! That’s wonderful news! I am so happy for you two! I can’t wait to tell David! When’s the wedding going to be?” she asked curiously.

Jared and I looked at each other. “We haven’t really talked about that yet.”

Gemini’s POV

Sam looked up from the paper I had handed him.”Jack’s in Biloxi, Missippi?”

“That’s what Kelly said,” I told him as he grabbed his laptop and entered the address into a site to get a satellite view. He turned the computer towards us.

Dean peered down at the screen. “It looks like a farm in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’m sure it will be crawling with demons,” Cas commented as he stared at the screen.

“Lucifer wouldn’t have it any other way. He knows we are going to take another crack at him, he’s just biding his time.” Sam said as he glanced at me with worry in his eyes.

“Gabriel was the only thing that kept us from getting our asses handed to us last time we tried to take on Lucifer! What’s gonna be different this time?” Dean demanded. “If anyone has an idea I’d like to hear it.”

“Rowena,” I whispered. “She hates Lucifer. He destroyed her body. He’s the reason she transferred her soul into me. Maybe we can strike a deal with her. Give her something she wants in exchange for her helping us.”

“I don’t trust her,” Dean snapped. “She always finds a way to screw us.”

“Do you have a better idea?” I said impatiently.

Dean looked over at Sam and they had one of those silent conversations that drove me nuts. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, would it kill you two to talk out loud lie normal people once in a while?”

Sam smiled sheepishly at me. “Sorry. Dean thinks we should call Crowley. He hates Lucifer with a passion. We can probably get him to help us. But I know how you feel about him.”

“Desperate times, Sam,” I said with a sigh. “He’s not my favorite person, but whatever we have to do to get to Jack and make it out alive, then I say we do it.”

“Fine then. You do your dream talking thing and see if Rowena will bite, and I’ll reach out to Crowley.” Dean decided.

“"What makes you think Crawley will listen to you?” I said with a smirk.

“Crowley and Dean were very close at one time. I think Dean will be able to get him to agree.,” Cas told me, and I looked at Dean with surprise.

“You and Crowley were close? Why on earth would you and the king of hell be BFFs?”

“Back when Dean was a demon, they were very close,” Cas said matter-of-factly.

“You were a damn demon? Seriously? Is there anything you two haven’t done?” I muttered with a shake of my head.

Dean glared at Cas. Thanks a lot, bigmouth!”

Cas looked completely confused as to why Dean was annoyed. “But you WERE a demon,” he repeated as if this explained everything.

I smiled at Cas. “Just ignore him. He’s just mad because he didn’t want me to know. If he can use his past with Crowley to get him to help us, then great!”

“So what kind of deal can you make with Rowena?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. But she hates Lucifer enough that maybe she’ll help us just to see him suffer.,” I said hopefully.

Reader’s POV

Now that I was pregnant, the long days of filming were starting to take a toll on me. When I was not needed for a scene, I could usually be found napping in Jared’s trailer. When I was late to shoot a scene because I fell asleep, the immature assholes I work with made sure to tease me about it.

“It’s about time, Sleeping Beauty. We have work to do.” Jensen said with a smirk.

“It can’t be easy carrying Gigantor junior in there. It must be sucking the life from you like a parasite,” Misha interjected.

“Guys…” Jared said warningly.

“For your information, children, you get to have all the fun, but we women are the ones who do the heavy lifting. So until you are ready to carry a baby, shut the fuck up!” you practically snarled.

Jensen and Misha held their hands up in mock surrender. “We were just messing with ya, Y/N,” Jensen said consolingly.

“Well knock it off, or I’ll rat you out to both your wives.”

Misha’s eyes widened, “you wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me!” you said with a grin.

Gemini’s POV

I struggled that night to fall asleep. I didn’t like sharing my head with Rowena. Every time she hijacked my body and I lost chunks of time, I resented her for it. But eventually, exhaustion won out and I drifted off to sleep.

Just like before I was back in the dark, cave-like space, and I could barely make out Rowena’s figure in the shadows. “Hello, Rowena,” I whispered, not sure who else was listening.

“So, here for my help, are you?” she said with a cold smile.

“How do you.....I began, but she cut me off.

“I am always in the background listening, dearie. So if you want to count on my help to fight Lucifer and fetch his wee son, it’s going to cost you.”

“Cost me what?” I demanded impatiently. “Name your terms!”

“Normally I have healing spells in place so I can’t be killed, but after the last time, I took precautions. That is why I transferred my soul into you. Lucifer destroyed my body so thoroughly there was no way I could come back from it this time.”

“Tell me something I don’t know!” I snapped in annoyance.

“What’s left of me is sitting in an evidence box in a forensic lab in Chicago. An unsolved murder no one cares about.” I could tell Rowena was furious just by her tone of voice.

“What can I do?”

I need you to get one of my bones, there is a spell in the black grimoire that I can use to regenerate my body. That is my price for helping you.”

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heyyy-hey-babyyy · 5 years

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When Are you Going to Take me Seriously as a Hunter?

Chapter 2:

Summary: after entering Dean and Sam’s world from your Apocalypse world with the other hunters, life has been a challenge. You never expected to find solace in the Winchester brothers, especially not the oldest. But when he falls back on a promise the both of you made, where are you supposed to go from there?

Pairings: Dean X Reader

WARNINGS: scenes of fighting, mentions of emotional abuse, overall angst

Word Count: 1,072

Chapter 1,

Despite the desk duty with Sam, you found yourself spending a bit more time with the older Winchester. After hugging you outside of the infirmary last week, he seemed to hang around a bit more, working quietly next to Sam, you across the large wooden table, usually your nose deep in a lore book. You hated not being able to hunt, but you loved reading and you were good at looking for information that others’ might have missed. You'd already been complimented by Sam a few times for finding new information on a few different monsters, that he quickly added to the searchable online database he was compiling.

However, lately you were finding yourself more and more distracted. You often caught yourself glancing up from the book you were reading locking eyes with Dean. He’d smile or wink at you and you would instantly go warm, your face flushing red, and dive back into reading. You were confused by the way you felt around Dean, but buried the questions and the feelings inside the imaginary emotional box inside of yourself.

After about a week of Dean hanging around doing research, Sam finally questioned him.

“Dude,” he started getting Dean’s attention. Dean looked up at him waiting for the rest. “Since when have you been so into research? You’ve hung out with us the last four days straight. Don’t you wanna get out and hunt?”

Dean hesitated, glancing toward you before his expression hardened.

“What, I can’t be interested in learning more before throwing myself at a hunt? I didn’t realize trying to become smarter was a crime to you.” Dean seemed annoyed, and you laid your book down, glancing between them both.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Dean,” Sam said, sliding a hand down his face, revealing an annoyed expression. “You’ve just never been into research and I want to make sure you’re doing okay, considering...” He trailed off lightly, and you felt the mood shift. Dean went from annoyed to angry, leaning his arm on the desk and turning to face Sam completely his palms open in a warning.

“Don’t start that, Sam. I’m fine.” Dean made sure the last two words of his sentence were short and clipped. The conversation was shifting into an uncomfortable direction, and you stood up silently, indicating that you were going to go be anywhere else. Sam nodded in your direction, giving you a crooked smile, before turning back toward his brother. Dean didn’t take his eyes off of Sam. As you were leaving you could hear their hushed arguing and before heading toward the bunker staircase, you swore you heard your name.

You decided you needed some air, and you paced back and forth outside of the bunker door, knowing that you'd be in even more trouble if you went too far, especially if Sam came looking for you. Your thoughts quickly shifted to Dean, beginning to question why he was so interested in sitting around with you and Sam. You had done your fair share of research since being at the bunker but you rarely saw Dean anywhere near the library, unless there was a specific case he needed a quick answer for. So what changed? You’d shared a few rare intimate moments in the last few days, and despite burying your feelings, you couldn’t help but overthink what was happening. Were you reading too far into it all? Before you could think too much, you heard the door open behind you. You turned and locked eyes with Dean.

He gave you an awkward look, shoving his hands in his pockets. You were surprised to see it was him, and it must have shown on your face, because he held up a hand and said, “sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you.” You simply nodded your head and stared back at him, expecting him to say more. You could tell he wanted to say something, but he shuffled his feet and seemed to not want to look you in the eye.

You felt your impatience begin to grow. Struggling with years of anxiety, questioning your every move quickly became a trigger and you could feel how the impatience in this situation was affecting you. Feeling stupid and confused, you turned and walked off toward the woods, no longer caring if Sam would be mad you hadn’t come back. All you knew was your could no longer stand near someone who confused and awakened you as much as Dean did. You’d been living in the bunker for awhile and began to miss the security you felt from the war in your world, even if it was a mess. At least there you felt like you understood the rules, and understood what was expected of you. Between Sam shelling out rules, Mary disappearing, and Dean giving you this weird silent but serious routine, you weren't sure how much more you could take.

You didn’t get too far when you felt a firm hand on your arm. Out of habit you ripped your arm away, and pivoted on your heel so your back wasn’t to him.

“What do you want, Dean!” You yelled at the shocked look on his face.

Not taking a breath you continued, “I’m so sick of the weird glances and the feeling that you’re following me, so that you can make sure I don’t mess up again!” Your emotions began to rise, and you tried uselessly to contain them back in their box.

“I’m a good hunter and I don’t deserve this desk duty, none of us do!” You fired at him further, gesturing wildly toward the bunker. Your voice was beginning to quiver and your heart was pounding hard in your chest. Once you let the emotions and the stress you've felt loose there was no reigning it back in. You felt yourself attempting to yell more at Dean, but nothing but a low gurgle came out of your throat. You felt it begin to tighten and your hands went up to grip your throat reactively. Dean’s eyes widened and his hands reached out to pull you toward him, fearing you were being possessed.

Standing closer to him, you could smell how clean he smelled, a scent that was mixed with whiskey and leather. You focused on his breathing taking breath after deep breath in rhythm with him. Dean kept his hands on your shoulders while you calmed yourself, his eyes intense and serious. You stared at your feet, until your heart stopped pounding, and you felt Dean’s warm touch stop a rogue tear that slid down your cheek. The attack was over, but the anxiety and embarrassment was sure to follow.

You jumped back quickly out of Dean’s grasp, turned and ran, putting as much distance as possible between yourself, what just happened, and the comfort you felt in the arms of that man.

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scrollingkingfisher · 5 years

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If You Can’t Stand the Heat, Get Out of the Kitchen

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Lemons ahoy Summary: Heat is always a trying time for everybody in a pack.

A short smutty follow up to The Smell of Home! The beta’d, tidied version will be posted on AO3 tomorrow, but for now, have the rough n’ ready version instead!

Written for Day Two of Sabriel Week - A/B/O - tagging @sabrielevents

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“Hey, Sam, you got a mome-”

Gabriel stops short in Sam’s doorway as a ferocious, ear-ripping snarl hits him in the face. It’s the sort of bellowing, feral sound that Gabriel would expect to come from a bear which had just been kicked in the nads, or maybe a particularly feral werewolf being pricked by a silver needle.

But it wasn’t something he had ever expected to hear from one of his human packmates.

“I’ll… I’ll come back later.”

Gabriel quickly closed the door again. He blinked at the wood for a second, still trying to process his disbelief.

Finally, he gave up, heading towards the kitchen. Cas was in there already, prodding suspiciously with a spatula at something blackened that might have once been eggs.

“Sam growled at me,” Gabriel said, dropping himself into a chair. Cas just hummed distractedly. “No, he really growled at me,” Gabriel emphasised, sensing that Cas wasn’t taking him seriously. “Like he was a badly behaved chihuahua and I was the postman!”

Dean came into the room behind him with the slap of slippered feet and a flap of bath robe, yawning before walking over stepping over to nuzzle against Cas’ neck. “Mornin’ babe. What’s Gabe on about?”

“Good morning, Dean. He’s been annoying Sam again.”

“He roared at me!” Gabriel complained again, getting a little impatient, because seriously? Were they hearing what he just said? Was everyone just gonna ignore this?

Dean turned to give him a look as though he was missing something glaringly obvious. “Dude. Are you telling me you haven’t been able to smell him for the last week?”

“Of course I have!” Gabriel was affronted. Of course he’d smelt Sam! Their relationship might still have been in its early stages, but they’d been making out and scenting each other. In fact, the more he thought about it, Sam’s scent had seemed stronger recently. More earthy, pungent...

Dean snorted, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve been on Earth for how long, slept with how many people, and you’ve never been around an omega in pre-heat before?”

Pre-heat. Of course. Why hadn’t he put it together? The scent, the irritability.

Gabriel shrugged, throwing his hands up. “You know me, Dean, I prefer to take the easy route out! Yeah, I’ve had my fun, but when people start getting mad and I’m usually outta there like I’ve been fired from cupid’s arrow. I don’t usually stick around.” Not to mention, he hadn’t wanted to stick around omegas in heat. He didn’t usually stick around long enough with his previous partners to know for certain whether they truly wanted him during heat, or just the closest available knot. The whole situation made him uncomfortable.

“Didn’t you have a thing going with Kali?”

Gabriel scoffed. “Are you noseblind, Deano? That lady was all alpha.”

“Alpha on alpha? Kinky.”

Cas turned to point the spatula at him, a sad strand of cremated egg dangling from the end. “Alpha/alpha relationships are perfectly acceptable, Dean, and you know it. Now stop trying to wind my brother up and set the table.”

“Okay, okay. Grub coming up.”

“What should I do?” Gabriel asked as Dean bustled around him, setting out the plates and cutlery while Cas dished out the eggs and produced the beans from the microwave. It felt wrong to eat a meal without Sam- like there was a gap in his flock, and Gabriel batted down the instinct to go and round him up.

Dean shrugged, pulling his chair in and tucking into his eggs. “At the moment? Leave him alone. Sam’s always a bitch the day before, but he should have calmed down by tomorrow.”

Gabriel turned down his own portion of massacred eggs, but accepted a piece of toast. “He didn’t tell me his heat was coming.” He felt kinda hurt- surely you were meant to tell your partner that sort of thing?

Dean glanced up, then away awkwardly. “He probably didn’t know. Sam’s never been exactly regular. Always seemed to start right in the middle of fuckin’ hunt.”

Heat.

What would Sam expect from him? For all his millennia of experience, he really hadn’t been around omegas much at all. Sam was the first time he’d found enough family, pack, flock again to relax enough that he was letting his biology influence him. Every rumour of alphas losing control in rut floated behind his eyes. Father, he’d never forgive himself. Not that he ever would, that was an excuse used by abusive alphas more than reality, but still… the worry was there.

And Sam… what if Sam wanted something Gabriel couldn’t give him yet? As much progress as they’d made, and as willing as his consciousness might be, Gabriel’s biology was still wary after what Asmodeus had done to him. Anything more than heavy petting sent him spinning towards a panic attack. And as much as he was slowly improving, Gabriel didn’t think he was up to heat sex yet.

“Dude, I can smell you stressing from here. It’ll be fine, it’s Sammy. Relax.”

That was easier said than done, but Gabriel tried to put it out of his head.

...

Dean had been right, he realised. How had he ever missed the scent?

By lunchtime, it was unavoidable. Sam’s smell permeated every corner of the bunker, drawing him in enticingly and making rubbing his wrists to scent the furniture irresistible. By the evening, he couldn’t hold himself back any more, despite his misgivings.

He hesitated, staring at Sam’s door. Should he wait? He didn’t really want to be roared at again, but there was no way he was going to sleep tonight in a cold bed with this scent in the air.

He pushed the door open.

The first thing that hit him was the scent. It was more intense than it had been in the corridor, almost eye-wateringly strong- the bitter earthy scent of coffee, laced with an edge of honeysuckle, drowned out everything else. He instantly wanted to roll in it, rub his face and neck and wrists against it until their scents were blended into one.

He closed his eyes and held his breath. Get a hold of yourself, Gabriel.

“Gabe?”

He looked around. From under the huge number of blankets piled on the bed, a pair of green-blue eyes peeked out at him.

“Sam…”

He dithered, wondering if he was about to be ejected from the room, but an arm reached out in invitation. With a smile, Gabriel slipped off his shoes and slipped into the oppressive heat under the blankets. A pair of long arms wrapped around him.

“Mmm… Gabe. Glad you’re here. Sorry I growled at you earlier. Stupid fucking heat.”

“S’okay, Sammykins, not your fault.” Gabriel hesitated again, torn between nervousness and want. “Sam… I don’t think I can…”

Sam bent down, pressed a gentle peck against his lips. “I know, it’s fine, Gabe. I don’t need that, just you.”

Gabriel sighed in relief. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that, Samosa.” Sam chuckled, wrapping long arms around him and nuzzling scent into the top of his head. Gabriel smiled against his chest. “Okay, what can I do to help?”

“Just… be here.”

Gabriel looked at him, one eyebrow raised. Sam elaborated. “You could… lie on top of me. Not a sex thing, I promise,” he said quickly as Gabriel balked, “it’s the pressure, it keeps me calm. And that way, I can scent you too. That should make it better.”

“Sounds doable. Aye aye, coming aboard!”

Sam chuckled at his ridiculousness, twisting them around and throwing off the oppressive heat of the blankets. Gabriel shifted, climbed up somewhat awkwardly. Just as he was lying down, he felt a hardness pressing against his hip and froze.

Sam winced. “Sorry.”

Gabriel settled himself more solidly on top of him. “Not your fault. It’s a physiological reaction, right?” Sam nodded. “And anyway,” Gabriel continued, snaking one hand down, “when I’m better? I absolutely want to feel this inside me.”

Sam’s pupils, which had already been wide, blew out until they nearly eclipsed his irises. He licked his lips. “You’d… you’d do that? Oh- Gabe!”

“This is okay, right?”

Sam nodded furiously as Gabriel stroked him through his boxers, his thighs twitching and opening involuntarilty. “Yeah, yeah, don’t stop,” he said, breathless. The scent of slick wafted up, heady and pungent, and Gabriel watched as a crimson blush colour his cheeks with embarrassment. Gabriel squeezed gently, stroking more firmly, grinning. He might not be able to knot Sam, but this? This he could do.

That beautiful flush spread across Sam’s chest as he threw his head back. He was so worked up already, Gabriel realised. So desperate, trying to hold himself back. “G-Gabe… you… you don’t need to, don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I don’t need-”

“I’m gonna work you up, just like this, until you’re all hot and bothered and wet for me,” Gabriel rode over his protestations, watching Sam’s mouth open on a gasp of arousal as he twisted his wrist. “Gonna wait until you’re had and leaking and begging for me. Then I’m gonna get up and sit right down on your cock.” Sam gasped, and Gabriel grinned, bending down to rub his scent over Sam’s chest, biting gently on a nipple to pull another delicious gasp out of him. “It’s gonna be so tight, Sam, so tight and hot. You’re gonna be so fuking big inside me, fuck you’re huge, and I wanna feel every inch of you.”

Sam tossed his head to the side, whimpered, and Gabriel couldn’t resist the invitation. He lunged up to mouth at the taught lines of his neck. Sam writhed underneath him. Gabriel leaned back a little, and he knew his pupils were blown too with his own arousal. Shit, but he was having to hold himself back, Sam was just perfect. He was getting close. He slipped his hand past Sam’s waistband, closing his hand around the heat of him, pressing his thumb gently against his slit to make him shudder. “I’m gonna ride you until you come, just like this. Come on, Sammy, come for me. Let me hear you.”

“Gabriel!” Sam gasped. His eyes flew open, his mouth dropping open as his body tensed and he came.

Gabriel worked him through it, waited until the shudders died down into exhausted limpness before he pressed a kiss to Sam’s chest and got up to get a washcloth. He slipped into the kitchen on his way, snagging water and snacks. Thank father that Dean and Cas weren’t awake to see him scuttling naked through the corridors.

When he got back, Sam was tucked back under the blankets, making the most miserable whines Gabriel had ever heard.

“Sam? What’s wrong?”

Gabriel threw himself back into bed, instantly forgetting about the cloth, checking Sam all over. Nothing seemed to be

“You left me,” Sam muttered, genuine hurt and anxiety in his voice.

“Just went to get a washcloth, sweetheart.”

“I know,” Sam muttered, embarrassed. Oh, of course. Heat. Every one of Sam’s instincts were telling him that the alpha that had just knotted him had just upped and left. No wonder he wasn’t pleased.

“Back now, I promise. I’m not leaving.” Gabriel rolled them both so he was on top again. He felt Sam melt into the mattress under him, his eyes fluttering closed.

“S’good… thank you, Gabe… what about…?”

Gabriel smiled, capturing his wandering hands. “Don’t worry about me. Maybe another time, yeah?”

“M’kay. You’re such a good alpha…”

Before Gabriel could do anything more than blush at that, Sam’s mouth fell open. A quiet snore escaped him. A purr resonated deep under Gabriel’s hands as Sam settled into sleep, utterly relaxed.

Gabriel chuckled quietly, settling down to sleep as well. If it was always going to be like this, he didn’t think he minded heats.

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Bad Day

Word Count: 1,263

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Ms.Beverly (Counselor)

Pairings: Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: A Bad day, and Fluff!!!

A/N: I kinda wrote this in.. like half an hour, it sucks... I know.

A/N 2: Feedback is appreciated! Requests are open!

(This gif doesn’t really have to do to the fic... I just really like it!!)

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Today was a bad day. It couldn’t get any worse. Or so you thought. Your alarm went off an hour late, you didn’t have time to brush your hair out properly, so it sat in a messy bun. You accidentally grabbed Dean’s flannel instead of your own when you were rushing to your car. You had 3 exams that day.

As you ran past the war room, you saw your brother's. “Hey...kiddo? Don’t you have school today? You look like a mess! Are you going to school in your pajamas?” Dean quickly pointed out everything wrong. You were holding 3 textbooks, your makeup bag, and Dean’s flannel and a pair of jeans. “Yes! I do! I overslept! I gotta go!”, you yelled as you ran out the bunker. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find your keys.

Annoyed, you ran back into the bunker. “I can’t find my keys!!”, you screamed. “Don’t panic. We’ll help you look.”, Sam said as he stared worridley at you. “I don’t have time!! I have an exam in 15 minutes!!!”, you yelled, your voice getting louder every word. “Okay then uhm, Dean. Give her the keys to the Impala.”, Sam said as he looked at Dean.

You turned your head to Dean. “Oh hell no! You think I’d let her drive Baby!?!? Over my dead body!”, he yelled. “Dean! I don’t care! I have to leave! NOW!”, you yelled, getting impatient. “Ugh fine! But if you scratch her, I’ll kill you!”, he said as he threw you the keys. “Bye!!”, you yelled as you ran out the bunker for the second time.

———

“You think she realized she grabbed your flannel?”, Sam asked his older brother. “She’ll figure out soon enough.”, Dean said as he chuckled.

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On your way to school, every red light you got to, you would take off and put on a garment of clothing. “Are you fucking kidding me?!?!”, you yelled as you realised you grabbed Dean’s flannel. You felt like you wanted to cry. Even though you got to school in 10 minutes, you got stopped by the police right when you were about turn into your school parking lot. “Ma’am, do you have any idea what speed you were going at? You could’ve killed someone.”, she said, more worried than mad.

“Listen ma’am, I’m sorry. I really am. But I overslept, I’m not even wearing my right clothes, and my exam starts in” you paused to look at the clock. “Five minutes?!?!”, you yelled, realizing the time. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to write you a ticket.”, she said. “Please, you don’t understand. I have an exam in 5 minutes, and I need to be there on time or else I’ll get kicked out of the class. I’m practically failing it.”, you complained. “I do understand, I was in high school as once as well. But that does not give you the right to break the law.”

You already knew that you couldn’t get out of this situation. “Okay, fine. Just please hurry.”, you asked. “It’ll only take a minute.” But, a minute became 20. You tried to hold back your tears.

If you failed this class, you wouldn’t be allowed to finish high school. Your grades were already bad enough. You had a plan. You were gonna finish high school, go to college, and get out of the hunting life. You hated it, but never told Sam or Dean because you were afraid of what they were going to say.

Even though you were late, you still tried to take the exam. Unfortunately, they wouldn’t let you. “(Y/N), may I speak to you in my office?”, your counselor. “Uh, yeah sure.”, you replied, not really sure of what to say.

“(Y/N), I feel like you should drop some classes.”, Ms.Beverly suggested. You gave her an odd look. “I can’t. If I do, I won’t have enough credits to graduate!”, you exclaimed. “I know (Y/N), you’re trying to catch up. But you’ve been moving around your entire life. This is the first school you’ve ever been to for an entire year. It’s okay to be held back.”, Ms.Beverly. “No, I don’t want to. I can figure this out.”, you said, trying to reason with her. “Sorry, Ms.Winchester, but I’m going to take some classes off your schedule.”, Ms.Beverly said to you. You slowly felt tears coming down your face, but you quickly wiped them away before Ms.Beverly could see them. You rarely left school in the middle of the day, but today was different. Today was hell.

As you parked the Impala, you quickly got out and ran to your room before Sam and Dean could see you. “(Y/N)?”, Sam asked you. You knew he saw you. “Uhh, y-yeah.”, you said, shakily as you turned around to face him. “Is everything okay? You don’t look so well.”, Sam asked you. “Yeah, I’m fine. Our exams got cancelled today because the teacher didn’t show up. Where’s Dean?”, you replied, looking around for him.

“Uhmm, there was a case. He went on his own. I thought I’d stay back with you this time. And I wanted to talk to you. Something’s wrong. I want you to talk to me.”, Sam said. “I’m fine Sammy.”, you replied as you turned away from him. “Don’t give me that bullshit (Y/N/N). I’ve known you for your entire life. I can tell when you’re lying or when something’s wrong.”, he replied. You tried to hold back your tears. “You wanna know the truth? I’m failing classes. I don’t understand any of this. And, I want to finish it all, because I wanna go to college. I don’t want to be a hunter!”, you let out a sob. Sam quickly embraced you.

“Why didn’t you tell me? If you don’t want to hunt, you should’ve told me.”, Sam said as he ran his hand through your hair. “I d-didn’t know how to tell you. I-I thought you would be mad at me.”, you cried. “I could never be mad at you. You’re my baby sister and I love you. I support your choice.”, Sam said. “Here, I’ll help you with your schoolwork. I’ll help you understand it. And I’ll help you have a normal life. Actually, me and Dean never wanted you to hunt. We always thought that you wanted to, and we figured it would be better for us to let you hunt, than for you to run away and hunt on your own.”, Sam said. “T-There’s no point in t-trying. I’m a-already failing.”, you said. “Hey, don’t give up. Keep trying. I’ll help you. In case you forgot, I went to Stanford when you were 5 years old, before I knew you. I had a normal life too.”, he said. After a while of Sam comforting you, you calmed down, and sat next to Sam in the War Room.

“Do you miss her?”, you asked Sam. He slowly looked up at you, confused. “Jess. Do you miss Jess.”, you asked him. “Yeah. A lot. But then I realize that if I didn’t come back home, I would’ve never met you. My amazing baby sister.”, he said as he grinned. “Thanks Sammy, I really appreciate it.”, you said. “Anything for you.”, he said. You weren’t going to graduate that year, but you weren’t gonna hunt anymore. You smiled at Sam as you gave him a hug. Even though you had already lost your actual father, you never felt like it with Sam by your side.

(Posted @ 10:48 PM on October 8, 2018)

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