#mandy winchester

[ms-rampage]

No one:

Not a soul:

My brain while shopping at Target: "What if you shipped your OC Mandy and Captain Price??."

Me:

#seriously my brain is weird sometimes and i dont understand it 🤣🤣🤣 #also mandy winchester is paige and kate's mother #oc: mandy winchester #captain john price #captain price #cod price #so price would be their step dad

[mattzerella-sticks]

Maybe it's because her eyebrows are the first thing you're drawn too when looking at her but she looks filled to the brim with white, hot rage.

#supernatural #spn #spnwin #the winchesters #mary winchester #like we also can't see her legs so she looks even angrier and smaller #like she would rather wear anything BUT the outfit #it's also giving me mandy vibes from grim adventures of billy and mandy #also m3gan vibes too

[little-diable]

Afraid - Dean Winchester (smut)

Y'all asked for some jealous!posessive!Dean, so who am I to deny that wish? I came across a Dean edit paired with the song "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood, I guess that set the mood. Honestly, it's just pwp, but I ain't sorry. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean is tired of watching men trying to chat (y/n) up wherever the brothers take her. Dean is tired of faking his disinterest in the reader. Dean is tired of holding back.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, oral (m), car sex, but some fluff and a love confession

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.2k words)

The sound of her boots meeting the ground was drowned out by the music echoing through the bar and the chatter filling the air. She was working on the adrenaline still thumping through her veins, riled up by the hunt Dean and her had just finished, wiping their weapons clean before they found their way to this very bar, ready for some distraction before they left this town in the morning. 

With a bright – yet awfully fake – smile glued to her lips, (y/n) made her way to the bartender, studying the man who was focused on the drinks he kept preparing. She was too concentrated on the game she was about to play with the guy, all too used to these moments, to notice the eyes of some other men on her frame, intently studying the woman’s body.

“Hi.” Her soft voice forced the bartender’s grey eyes to find hers, grinning at the smiling woman. He was handsome, with his bright, stormy eyes and the black hair he had gelled back, yet he was nowhere near as handsome as the green-eyed hunter she had been friends with for years by now. Dean fucking Winchester, the man who had an awfully confusing grasp on her body and soul, holding her heart in his hands, crushing it whenever he turned from her to find shelter in another woman’s bed. 

“Hi, darlin’. What can I get for you?” Before (y/n) could speak her and Dean’s order, an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind her. 

“Give the lovely woman a few shots it’s on me.” Slowly (y/n) turned towards the man, eyes finding his greedy ones, trying to keep her disgust from finding its way to her features. A soft chuckle left her, hoping to distract the man for a few seconds, while she figured out a way out of this situation. 

“Mhm, thank you, that’s very sweet.” (Y/n) tried to turn away from him, though without any luck, stopped by the hand finding its way to her waist. 

“Not so fast, pretty. At least tell me your name.” A groan threatened to claw through (y/n), eyes fluttering in annoyance the man clearly mistook for shy flattery, making the smirk he wore on his thin lips grow. 

“It’s Mandy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my friend is waiting for me.” The man’s hand didn’t move, tightening its grip on her waist. With her lips forming a snarl, (y/n) was hellbent on fighting her way out of this, it wasn’t the first time a man tried to chat her up against her will, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, all too used to these uncomfortable situations. Though while her mind raced to find a snarky reply, she was gently though determinedly pulled away from the man.

“Hey, I was talking to her!” Her mind didn’t get the chance to concentrate on the man’s loud voice, distracted by the all-too-familiar scent forcing its way up her nose. For a second (y/n) allowed her eyes to flutter close, relaxing in Dean’s possessive grasp, concentrating on his scent, of the feeling of his muscles pressing against her frame, wordlessly telling her that he wouldn’t let her go. 

“Well, now she’s done talking to you. Let’s go, baby, I want to get out of here.” The man got no chance to protest, forced to watch Dean guide (y/n) through the crowd and out into the cold evening. She inhaled a few breaths, wrapping her arms around herself the second Dean let go of her, searching the distance between them.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but I would have managed just fine on my own, Dean.” He was walking a few steps ahead of her, coming to an abrupt stop the second she spoke the words. Dean turned towards her with dark eyes, features pulled into a hard frown, looking at (y/n) as if she was a supernatural being he was about to kill.

“I’m so fucking sick and tired of watching these men get their hands on you. Do you even know what seeing that does to me?” Dean’s voice carried an unfamiliar kind of anger, dripping with possessiveness, with jealousy. Her heart started racing in her chest, forcing heat to rise to her face, wondering where this was coming from. (Y/n) kept her gaze focused on Dean, eyebrows furrowed together as the seconds kept ticking by, trying to figure out what was going on inside his mind. “You know what, forget it.”

“Absolutely not. Talk to me, Dean, where is this coming from?” She reached for his hand before he could try to start walking once again, eyes drawn to hers like a moth drawn to any source of light. (Y/n) could tell that he was fighting an inner battle, tongue kissing his teeth, fingers forcing themselves closer to hers, interlacing them with his. 

“I,” a deep, almost defeated exhale left Dean, wondering how to put his thoughts into words. But the second the sound of somebody stepping out of the bar found its way to the two, it was as if he was lured out of his trance, letting go of (y/n). “I can’t do this, not here.”

Dean started walking towards Baby without looking back, growling something under his breath (y/n) couldn’t pick up. With determination guiding her, she jogged towards him, forcing him to a halt in front of Baby once again, murmuring his name. The last thing she heard before Dean turned towards her, reaching for (y/n) to press her against Baby, was an angry “Fuck it” leaving the tall man.

Her gasp was swallowed by his lips finding hers, kissing her hungrily as if they had been parted from one another for years, dreaming of their shared kisses, clinging to bits and pieces of their memories. Both moaned in unison, allowing their tongues to meet, turning the kiss even more heated. 

Slowly he parted from her, allowing the both of them to catch their breaths. His cold hands found their way to her warm cheeks, thumb stroking along her swollen lips as he pondered over his words. (Y/n) struggled to concentrate on anything but his touch, taken up by the feeling she had been desperate to feel for years, wondering if and how Dean would touch her. 

“You’re mine, you always have been, and you always will be. I won’t share you, just the thought of it makes me sick.” Dean’s growled words shot heat to her core, walls clenching around nothing. Wordlessly she pulled him down for another kiss, needing to feel him close once again, not fully trusting that this wasn’t just a trick of her imagination. Dean pressed her even further against Baby, keeping her trapped to make her feel every inch of his body, groaning the second his growing bulge came in contact with her desperate heat. “Do you feel what you do to me? I should fuck you right here, for them to see that you’re mine, mine only.”

A whimper left (y/n) at his words, drawing a dangerous chuckle from Dean as he let go of her, giving her just enough space to find her way to the passenger seat. Her eyes didn’t dare part from his features, trying to soak up every second. She couldn’t stop her grin from widening as her hands began to move, finding his thigh before Dean could catch up on what she was trying to do. He shot her a warning look, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, but her hands kept moving, finding their way to his crotch, feeling his hardening cock strain against the fabric of his washed-out jeans. 

“Sweetheart,” Dean choked on the word, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the road. (Y/n) didn’t speak up, she began to shift in her seat, leaning towards him to free his growing cock from the confines of his clothes. The groan that left Dean filled her with giddiness, spitting into her palms before she touched him for the first time, slowly stroking him. “Fuck, feels so good, been dreaming of this.”

Her soft chuckles forced a grin to widen on Dean’s lips, freezing the second he felt her warm breath clashing against his soft skin. Without another warning, she parted her lips, spitting onto his tip before she took him in her mouth. The groan that left Dean echoed through Baby, a sound that forced (y/n) to hum around him, making the sound vibrate on his skin. 

Even though Dean tried to concentrate on the dark road ahead, he felt his concentration slipping, parking Baby on the side of the road before (y/n) realised what he was doing. With one hand getting tangled in her hair, Dean roughly pulled her off his cock and back in for a teeth-clashing kiss. 

“Get in the backseat, I need to fuck you now.” The rough tone of Dean’s voice left (y/n) moaning, struggling to make her way to the backseat with her thoughts focused on the things Dean would do to her. He didn’t waste any time the second she found him hovering over her, hands pulling on her trousers and panties to expose her dripping cunt, groaning at the sight. 

His calloused fingers touched her expertly, circling her pulsing bundle with just enough pressure to push her into another dimension. Within seconds Dean had turned her into a blabbering mess, choking on her words as he pushed two fingers into her tightness. He didn’t hold back, kept her pinned to the leather seat with his free hand finding her throat. 

“You’re mine, your body belongs to me from now on.” For years she had imagined moments like this, wondering if she’d ever be fortunate enough to feel him this close, wondering how it must feel to have his hands on her. She could stay buried beneath him till the end of their time, allowing Dean to touch her as he pleased. 

“Dean,” she whispered his name, unable to use any more strength with his hand choking her just the way she liked. “Fuck me, please.”

Dean stared down at her for a few seconds, nodding his head as he pulled away, reaching for his wallet to pull out a condom. Within moments he placed himself on top of (y/n), aligning his tip with her cunt. With their eyes holding contact, he pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of her walls fluttering around him. 

Her lips parted at the feeling of Dean slowly pushing into her, allowing (y/n) to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Dean stared down at her, eyes growing a few shades darker at the sight of her pleasure drunken features, finding excitement in her moans. Only as she nodded her head, teeth buried in her lower lip, did he start a faster rhythm, set on pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Dean, feels so good.” One of his hands found its way back to her throat, holding onto her as he fucked her faster, deeper, set on making her remember this very night till their last moment together. The Impala moved with his every thrust, keeping them protected from any dangers waiting out in the dark, allowing the two lovers to give in to their every emotion. 

“Been imagining this for years, but you feel even better than I thought, fuck, it’s like you were made for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) couldn’t reply, could only clench around him with her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails leaving crescent shapes on his neck. She held onto him as if he was about to disappear, about to leave her behind – even though she very well knew that Dean would never let go of her, forever holding her close.

The second Dean tightened his grip on her throat, she found herself looking up at him, allowing heat to rise in her system as she picked up on the love swimming in his pupils. Dean tilted his head down to press a kiss to her lips, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock nudging her swollen spot, leaving her body tingling.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” The simple command rolled off Dean’s tongue, filling the Impala with another wave of heat to crawl up her body. With one arm slung around his neck, the other found its way down her frame, fingers rubbing her clit. Dean could swear that he was finally in heaven, that he had finally found his peace with her buried beneath him, finally his to love. 

(Y/n) could only whisper Dean’s name, eyes once again falling shut as she came. He fucked her through her high, staring down at her with his lips pulled into a smirk. It took Dean a few more moments before he gave in, letting a string of curses roll off his tongue. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” His words made tears well up in (y/n)’s eyes, pulling him down for one last kiss before she repeated the three loving words.

#Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester imagine #supernatural smut

[uncouth-the-fifth]

here is my collection of sam and dean winchester reader-inserts 🧛‍♂️👻 enjoy!

Baby I'll Stay (Heaven Can Wait) (witch glamors, fluff, motel smut)

On a hunt with Sam and Dean, your childhood friends and long-term hunting partners, you choose to play bait in order to kill a powerful witch. Thing is, the witch uses a glamor that masks him as the seer's perfect partner—and to you, he looks exactly like Sam.

(You Are A) Natural, Baby (virgin Sam, pure impala sex lol)

part one (oral): You played your fingers on the wheel. Bent over it, squinting at the rain. Slumped back in your seat. All the while, Sam watched you go through the motions passively. He already knew what you knew: you'd have to camp here for the night. Just the two of you. Alone.

part two (oral, sex): “No wonder you’re so wet,” Sam rasps, “you’re already close, aren’t you?” You conceded with a pathetic nod, breathing hard. “All this just from blowing me…” Sam smirks.

Playing House (fake dating + couples cruise) for @daiziesssart

part one: You rolled around everything you wanted to explain to him in your head, but none of it sounded right. Somehow, you landed on: “You think it’s gonna be weird, pretending to be married?” Sam shrugged. “We did it all the time when we were kids, playin’ house.” He closed the zipper of his boot, flashing you an innocent smile. “Can’t be that different, right?"

part two: “My name is _____ Patton,” you introduce in your smoothest, surest voice, “and this is my amazing husband Sam. We’ve been married for…” “—three weeks now,” Sam finishes for you.

Click (first time + cozy winter cabin aesthetic) for @daffodil-mania

“I’m just wondering,” Sam winces, knowing his question is stupid, “why are you still a virgin?” You’re about to laugh in his face, but the earnestness in Sam’s voice makes you hesitate. His question is a genuine one. “...That sounds awful, m’ sorry. But, c’mon. You’re smart enough to know how pretty you are. Charmin’ enough to use it, too. I mean, I’d…” He caught himself. “—Anyone, would, uh…” Sam didn’t finish his thought. He changed his grip on the shotgun swinging from his hand, self-conscious, and cleared his throat. Well. That wasn’t obvious at all. No way in hell you were leaving that alone.

Click, p.2 (angsty love confession sex + season five) for @daffodil-mania

He’s really here. The part of you that had worried the argument with Sam would be your last wails with joy. He’s here, alive and in front of you. No matter how awkward you feel you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him. By the buttery light of your bedside lamp, he literally glows with beauty, and you realize he’d scrubbed his boots off on your welcome mat to not track mud in, and he’d hung up his rain-soaked jacket in your shower to dry. Stupid polite Sam things. You dare to glance back at your kitchen, then swivel to squint at him. “Did you… do my dishes?” Sam lets his hands relax into his lap and nods, shy. He’s looking at you in a way he never really has before, eyes big and soul-rending. “…Yeah. I used the key you gave me to get in… Hope that’s okay.”

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch (birthday fluff for the boy!!!)

You wake up early to make sure you're the first person to wish Sam a happy birthday—since he's basically never had one before.

One of These Nights (cheating-but-not actually angst + Impala makeup sex) for @lacilou

“S’ a good night,” Dean tells you, beaming, “we can do another round, right?” “Hell yeah,” you shrug, and raise your empty glass, “Here’s to alcohol poisoning, baby.” “Yeah,” Dean echoes, almost slurring. “Baby."

#uncouthspn #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader

[jackles010378]

Never been kissed:

It had been a easy hunt, which was extremely rare. You Sam, Dean and Cas got back to the motel and you all decided you'd find a local bar and let loose for a few hours. You weren't that bothered about going out but you knew they wouldn't leave you alone, if you didn't go they would only leave Cas with you and well he's not very good at keeping up a conversation for long.

You had a separate room from the boys just for your own privacy. So you took a shower. You couldn't decide how to wear your hair so you just left fall loose on your shoulders. There was a natural curl to your hair so you thought it would look ok.

The boys had gotten ready, well Cas is Cas he never changes out of that trench coat. You can't remember the last time you saw him without it. You heard a knock on your door and told them you'd be there in a minute. You could have sworn you heard the eldest Winchester moan slightly. Ah, Dean Winchester. The man that has stalked your dreams for last 2 years.

Anyway, you grab your purse and head out to the guys "finally y/n, was thinking you weren't coming" Dean said as you notice him look you up and down. But you guessed you were imagining it, why would Dean even look at you like that. To say that you two didn't get on was an understatement. He was always off with you and barely ever spoke or looked at you. So you didn't pursue your feelings for him because you knew he didn't reciprocate them.

Dean drove you all to the nearest bar. You, Cas and Sam went and found a table whilst Dean said he'd get the drinks, yeah more like flirt with the barmaid you thought. Every time you would go out with Sam and Dean, Dean would always ditch the two of you for whatever hook up he landed that night. And every time you'd wished it was you going out that door with him.

Dean brought the drinks over and went straight back to the bar to finish his conversation with Brandie? or was it Mandy, you wasn't listening. You took a swig of your beer and that's when you looked up and saw him kissing her. You couldn't look away either. The way he kissed her had you mesmerized, you always wondered how those soft lips would feel on yours.

Cas had noticed you were staring at something so he followed your line of sight "ah, Dean seems to have caught another one" Sam swung round in his chair "yep, typical Dean". They both looked at you, you had tears in your eyes, "y/n you okay?" Cas asked you. Sam and Cas knew about your feelings for Dean and how it always hurt when you saw him with another women. You excused yourself saying you needed some air.

As you practically ran past the bar, Dean saw you and noticed you were upset "excuse me darlin, I'll be back in one second" he said to the barmaid he just had attached to his face.

Dean pushed the door open and looked around but he couldn't see you. He walked across the parking lot searching for where you went when he heard what sounded like crying. He followed the sounds of your sobs. When he rounded the side of Baby, he saw you sitting on the ground perched up against his car crying into your knees, face covered by your arms.

You didn't hear Dean sit down besides you, you didn't realise he was there at all until he put his arm around you and tried to pull you in for a hug. Your head shot up and you backed away slightly. "Dean, what are you doing out here?" You asked him, "well when I see my friend run out in tears I gotta see what's wrong don't I" you scoffed at that statement to which Dean quirked and eyebrow. "so Im your friend now huh" Dean looked at you confused, he always ignored you, you thought he tolerated you just for Sam and Cas's sake because they liked you. "Well yeah y/n, why would you think we're not friends" you couldn't look at him "you never talk to me, you always seem annoyed with me, if you want me to go I will, if I'm in your way just tell me and I ....................."

Your brain wasn't processing what was happening, but you felt the softest lips on yours. You slowly opened your eyes and saw that Dean was kissing you. The kiss was slow and sweet. Dean pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, you opened your eyes and were met with his hypnotic green orbs. "Wow, I never expected my first kiss to be with you of all people". Dean pulled his head back to look at you shocked "that was your first kiss y/n" you couldn't look at him. He pulled you both up off the ground, he placed a finger under your chin tilting your head up to look at him "I'm honoured to be your first kiss, and I don't want you to leave y/n, I have wanted to kiss you for a while, just didn't think you felt that way about me" again you scoffed at the statement laughing a little "are you kidding me, Im surprised you never noticed how I stare when you kiss other women, how jealous I get when you go home with them, wishing it was me. I have had the biggest crush on you since the moment I met you"

Dean cupped your face with both hands and lent in, "shall we try that kiss again or would you rather me go back to the barmaid" he said raising his eyebrow "I swear to god Dean Winchester you go back in that bar, there will be hell to pay" you propped yourself up on your tiptoes and kissed him. The kiss was everything you imagined, not too rough, not too much tongue, the perfect amount of pressure.

You pulled back in need of air and looked at Dean with a smile "what do you say we finish this off back at the bunker, I'll shoot Sammy a quick text tell him and Cas to find their own way home" you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss "that sounds like a great idea". Dean pulled out his phone and sent Sam a message, he dropped his phone back into his pocket "y/n, I'm gonna be your first and last kiss, come on sweetheart let's go home". You got into Baby and scooted over closer to Dean who placed his arm around you. You've never been happier than you are right now. To say that you didn't want to go out tonight, you're sure glad you did now ❤️

@kaleldobrev @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @deans-daydream @janineb86 @alternativeprincess94

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #jackles #jensen ross ackles #supernatural #spn cast #soldier boy #deanwinchtser #jensen ackles gifs #beau arlen #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean x reader #dean x y/n

[billiewena]

#I just know I'm missing something big and I'm going to remember later. oh well. #also once again feel free to add an 'Other'! #crowstiel #sastiel #megstiel #caskelly #(WHICH IS UNDERRATED BTW) #casbenny #casjimmy #casmandy #caseileen #casbobby #spnpolls

[roleplayfinder]

25, Looking for Role playing partners.

18+. I'm on MST and a nightshift so my messaging is random at times. I'm also not picky on paragraph length as long as I am sent something I can work with. I also write NSFW and would like a partner to do the same. I also don't mind chit chatting and getting to know each other.

Here's what I'm looking for.

Supernatural- A Dean Winchester to my OC. Also a Crowley to another OC. (I will double up for you and I will also accept Destiel.)

Stranger things - A Billy Hangrove to My oc. (I will double up for this one. I will play CC to either OC or CC.) I will also accept an Eddie Munson.

Shameless- A Mickey Milkovich to My Ian Gallgher. (Will also do a Lip x Mandy or Lip x OC)

(My Discord is the same as my Tumblr, so shoot me a message here or add me, and we can discuss everything! Thanks for reading!)

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#eighteen and over #mst #supernatural #supernatural roleplay #supernatural rp #stranger things #stranger things roleplay #stranger things rp #shameless #shameless roleplay #shameless rp

[satansapostle6]

Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

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Spirited Pursuit

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Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: Y/N's father recently committed suicide, leaving her the sole guardian of her little sister. Only: she is convinced that he was murdered. The local police don't take her seriously, but Sam and Dean Winchester, who are just taking a little pit-stop in town, believe her. The boys later discover that this is the work of a very angry spirit, and Y/N is the next target.

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W.C: 6688

Warnings: Suicide, smut, casual smoking.

A/N: Ahhhhh I'm so excited for this, my friend helped me make up this plot so it's extra good! Also Dean is whipped bro. My friend kept making fun of my spelling errors while writing this so I emailed King Charles, Melania Trump, and Joe Biden. Do not know if the summary is good but we'll see ig. Cope.

Y/N swerved into the driveway, November Rain blaring through her shitty sedan. Her little sister Mandy sat huddled in the passenger seat, hugging her knees to her chest and having that usual sour teenage girl aura. “Do you have to play it that loud?” She moaned, pressing her hands to her ears. She grinned widely and patted the steering wheel “Of course I do, rock is meant to be played loudly.” She mused.

“God, this song sucks, play Destiny’s Child or something,” Mandy said, rolling her eyes. Y/N wrinkled her nose and turned down the volume on the radio as the song ended. “Now for that attitude, you can get the goddamn groceries. I’m gonna get started on dinner.” She said as she pushed the car door open.

She flicked on the light switch, glancing up at the light fixture as it flickered erratically. In fact, all the lights in the room were flickering, flashing on and off until she groaned and just turned them on. Y/N had just bought new bulbs and they were already dying on her.

Y/N could vaguely hear Mandy over the sizzling in the pan place the bags of groceries on the kitchen table before going upstairs to tell their dad they were home. A blood-curdling scream cut through the air and Y/N flinched, dropping the spatula that was in her hand and flipped off the stovetop before sprinting upstairs. “Mandy!” She yelled, her hand grasping the stair railing as she pulled herself up the last step.

Her sister had her back pressed against the door opposite the entrance to their father’s room, her face etched with pure horror. “Mandy! What the fuc-.” Her mouth gaped open and she shakily clapped her hand over it as her eyes laid upon the aftermath of their father’s suicide via shotgun.

Sam and Dean stepped out of the Impala, their boots making a disgusting crunch as they made contact with the wet gravel. Dean paid no mind to it, Sam on the other hand cringed and wrinkled his nose. “This place sucks.” He said as he dragged his eyes up to the dingy motel before them. It just looked like it had a rat problem. “Not the worst place we’ve ever stayed, Sammy.”

“I’m a grown man, Dean. Don’t call me Sammy.” He huffed.

“Alright Mr. Grumpy Pants, let’s just go to bed then.” Dean scoffed.

“Fuck you! You fuckin’ pig!” Cut through the air. Dean blinked his eyes open, suddenly startled awake by angry screeching from outside the room. His brows furrowed as he shot up, rubbing his eyes with the butt of his palm. He had no idea what time it was but could only assume it was late in the morning because Sam’s bed was empty. He couldn’t quite make out the rest of the angry shrill yelling as he pulled on a shirt and pants before rushing out the door.

The sight before him was quite… amusing. There was a dishevelled-looking young woman, frantically waving her arms in the air as she yelled at a group of policemen. The string of profanities leaving her mouth would leave a sailor shocked.

“You know damn well my dad didn’t kill himself! Especially you,” She pointed to a greying brunette man with a beer belly and narrowed her eyes at him. “Paul.” She spat. “You were his hunting buddy! And you know an angle like that with a shotgun is pretty much fucking impossible!”

“Y/N, if you don’t calm down I’ll have to arrest you and you know I don’t want to do that,” Paul warned. She pursed her lips together and eyed each of the men, her glare icy and quite threatening. She slapped her thighs and shook her head in disbelief “Fine! Go eat shit bastards!” Y/N screamed as she stomped over to her red shitbox.

Dean’s brows raised almost comically as he watched the entire thing go down, his eyes following her as she marched to her car. Abruptly she turned and seemed to finally notice his presence. “The fuck are you lookin’ at?! Freak!” She yelled from across the parking lot. He apologetically raised his hands and went back to his room.

It was a couple of hours later when Sam finally came back, Dean sat up in bed, his hands on his thighs as he squinted at his brother. “Where the hell were you?”

“Calm down, I think I’ve got a lead for a case.” He began. Dean squinted at him “We’ve been here… for thirteen hours… and you have a case?” He asked.

“Shut up,” He retorted.

Dean raised his hands in mock surrender and grinned “Hey, I’m all ears. What have you got?” Sam sat on the edge of his bed and leaned forward to rest his hands on his knees. “Okay so get this, these girls come home from the store, the older one goes to make dinner and hears her sister scream. She runs upstairs and her dad? Dead. It was ruled as a suicide but she doesn’t think that it was, she thinks it was murder. She went on and on and on about how the angle wasn’t possible with the gun he used.” Sammy explained.

“That’s craaazyy,” Dean drawled. He leaned back against the flat pillows and stretched his arms above his head. “What makes you think it’s our kinda thing though?” He added. Sam’s eyes narrowed and his lips thinned into a straight line “She said he had black eyes.” He said.

“Oh.” Dean huffed out.

“Yeah, I told her we'd help her so put some shoes on and let’s go. We’re gonna meet her at the diner on 5th Street at 3.” Sam patted Dean’s shin and he smacked his hand away as he pulled on his boots and laced them up.

As he shrugged on his worn leather jacket and adjusted the collar of it so he didn’t look like a complete goon he asked: “What’s the girl's name anyway?” Sam ran a hand through his fluffy hair and glanced up at him, watching Dean admire his looks in the mirror for a few seconds before replying. “Y/N Y/L/N and Mandy Y/L/N.” He answered. Dean cocked a brow and pursed his lips together “Y/N?” He repeated.

“Yeah, did you not hear me?” Sam snorted.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes “Shut your face.”

Once they arrived at the diner they chose a booth in the far back corner, waiting for whenever this Y/N would show up. Sam and Dean both ordered some coffee, also purchasing an extra for Y/N. Sam said it’d be nice and would get her to trust them and Dean just grumbled under his breath as he paid. Sure as hell will be the last time he buys anything for a random grieving stranger.

The bell above the door jingled and Y/N glanced around before spotting Sam. He was with some other guy, but she could only see the back of his head. She rushed over, her purse loosely hanging off her shoulder and her beaten Converse scraping against the linoleum floor as she did so. As Sam’s face lit up once he noticed her, this caused the guy he was with (who Sam said was his brother and work partner) to turn to face her. Her eyes widened slightly “You’re the freak from the parking lot!” She gasped.

Dean grinned and looked her up and down, now that she was close enough for him to get a good look at he could tell that she certainly was pretty. His eyes met hers and then his grin only widened, flashing some of his pearly white teeth. “Well I wouldn’t say that,” He shrugged.

“You two know each other?” Sam asked in disbelief, his brows furrowing with confusion. Y/N immediately shook her head and plopped herself down into the empty spot next to Sam. “Nope.”

“I watched her yell at some cops.” He explained, his eyes never leaving her as she sat down across from him.

“Pigs.” She corrected.

“Pigs.” He said with a slight laugh before turning his attention to his confused brother. Sam shook his head and breathed out a little chuckle, Y/N hadn’t told him that she harassed some cops before they spoke to each other.

“So,” Dean began as he chewed a piece of bacon. Y/N bought some food as thanks for them listening to her, it meant a lot to not be treated as the hysterical daughter of a guy who just killed himself. “You’re sayin’ that he had these… black eyes earlier in the morning and he was acting unusual?” He said. Y/N nodded and popped a french fry into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before answering. “Yes, he was much more… angry and aggressive I guess you could say…”

Sam shot Dean a knowing look “How was he angry and aggressive?” He asked.

Y/N shrugged “Oh he was just… rude, yelling, throwing things, all that jazz,” Her eyes then darted up to survey the brother’s reactions, and she then waved her hands frantically in an attempt to explain herself. “His anger was manageable, he never hit me or my sister.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and a muscle in his jaw twitched, although he hated to admit it he could sort of relate to having a father like that. John was tough but That’s what made him and Sam so strong. Such good hunters.

Sam swallowed and ran his hand through his hair “A-and what about your mom?” She pursed her lips together and began picking the tomatoes off her burger, they always were so soggy and tasteless at the place. “Died shortly after Mandy was born.”

“How?” Sam asked.

“Cancer,” Y/N replied shortly. She then bit into her burger and looked between the boys, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she chewed. She dabbed her mouth with a paper napkin “What are you two in town for? Not a lot happens here to warrant the FBI.”

Dean shrugged and flashed a pretty smile “Oh just taking a pit stop here for a little bit, at least we were.” It was amusing how much she was into that burger she was eating, he appreciated a girl who enjoyed food as much as he did. “And you’re staying at the Castle Motel?” She asked as she shoved a much bigger bite into her mouth. He pursed his lips together and glanced over at Sammy for a split second, sure it didn’t matter if she knew where they were staying. It would be fine.

“Yeah,” The boys said in unison. Y/N snorted and shook her head in disappointment, the Castle was known for its issues including bed bugs, mice and cockroaches. Plus it had a handful of robberies and muggings in the surrounding area, she wouldn’t ever stay there even for a million bucks. “That place almost got shut down last year for its bed bug issue y’know.” She commented, raising her brows. A smirk began to creep across her face and then she crossed her arms “How about you stay at my place while you do your little thing?” Y/N suggested.

Dean immediately declined and shook his head “No, no-no,”

“Please? I’ll cook you dinner every night! I even have beer, if that’s what you’re into.” She begged. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, meanwhile, Sam was trying to get over the fact that he slept in a motel bed that was probably infested with bed bugs. “It's not a-'' Dean began.

“I’ll feel safer with some men in the house, in case the guy who killed my dad comes back.” She quickly blurted out.

That was true, she would feel much better with Sam and Dean in the house while they investigate her dad’s murder. Y/N couldn’t help but worry that his murderer will come back for seconds and knock his children off the list before fleeing.

Sam finally cut in, “What’s the harm? I mean, if it makes her feel safer…” He shrugged. Besides, a home-cooked meal did sound nice, diner food was good and all but it could never beat a home-cooked meal in a real kitchen. Dean groaned and glared at Sam, then at Y/N who was practically hanging off the edge of her seat as she waited for his answer. He sighed and raised his hands in defeat “Alright, fine. Sounds good.”

Y/N led Sam and Dean down the narrow hallway, the walls littered with family photos and old crayon marks that were presumably years old. She pointed to a door at the end of the hallway, “He did it in there, I haven’t been able to get the blood out of the carpet yet.” She whispered. She felt ill, the gnawing and scratching in her stomach building up, so much so that it grew painful. Sam smiled a bit and brushed his fingers against her arm “That’s alright, we’ve seen worse.” He comforted, his eyes darting up to meet Dean’s for a second. He gave him ‘the look’, meaning that he wanted him to give a few sympathetic remarks. Dean took his hands out of his coat pockets and watched Y/N, she looked like she was about to explode, her anxious aura coming off in waves. He recognized it all too well, some from previous cases, but mostly himself. He got anxious like that too, and when he did, he wanted a distraction.

“Your hair looks pretty like that,” He said. Sam smacked Dean’s arm and shot him a glare, but he ignored him, he was too busy surveying her reaction. Her hand flitted up to feel her hair, it was just in a simple hairstyle that kept it out of her face. Her lips curved up into a soft smile and she suddenly felt a little shy. “Thank you,” She whispered. She brushed her hands on her jeans and clasped her hands together, taking a few steps back towards the stairs. “I’m gonna run to the store to grab some stuff, you guys just… do your thing.”

As soon as they heard her car pull out of the driveway they immediately got to work, Dean flipped on the lights, noticing how they flickered for a hot minute before stopping. He tilted his head and tucked his tongue into his cheek, not a good sign. “Hey, Sammy?” He called out as his eyes laid upon the bloodied mess painted on the white carpets. Sam marched up the stairs, EMF in hand. “Yeah?” He peeked over Dean’s shoulder and his face dropped.

The blood that stained the carpet was oddly only in one loose shape, aside from some of it that was splattered on the soft yellow walls. “That looks like…” Sam began, trailing off as he squinted at the mess on the floor. “An upside-down cross.” Dean finished.

“Yeah…” He glanced down at Dean and back to the stain before pushing past him and flicking on the EMF reader. It was calm-ish for the most part as he walked around the room, then it started to beep and flicker red as he drew closer to the stain and closet. He pulled open the closet door and found a little box full of papers and newspaper clippings. “Hey Dean, come check this out.” He said, plucking out what seemed to be a birth certificate. Micheal Y/L/N was born July 11, 1954, in Austin Texas. This must’ve been Y/N’s father’s important documents like bank records and such. “I didn’t know her dad’s name was Micheal.” Dean chimed. Sam shrugged and placed the slip of paper back into the plastic box before dragging it out. Surprisingly, it was pretty heavy just for a box full of articles and notepads.

Dean grabbed a random newspaper clipping that was obviously ripped off the front page. Someone by the name of Danny Y/L/N was murdered back in 1968 at only 20 years old and it provided a number for any tips. He passed the paper to Sam, “Maybe a brother or something.”

Any chances of further investigation were cut short when Y/N and her sister came home, Mandy tossed her book bag onto the floor and immediately went to isolate herself in her room, ignoring Sam and Dean as they descended the stairs. That’s all she did nowadays, sit in her room and listen to music, occasionally leaving for bathroom breaks or food. Today was Mandy’s first day back at school since their father died, and from what Y/N could tell it was not a good one. She heaved the bags of groceries onto the kitchen table, Sam swooping in to take the case of soda from her hand. “Thanks.” She breathed out.

“No problem,” Sam replied, setting the case down on the counter. Dean smiled widely and rubbed his hands on his jeans, “So- uh- what’d you get?” He asked.

Y/N started taking things out of the bags and putting them away “Oh just stuff to make a casserole,” She hummed out as she popped a jug of milk into the fridge. She then reached into the very bottom of the bag and licked her bottom lip as she carefully lifted out a store-bought pie. “And lemon meringue pie, it’s so good from Safeway, I can't get enough of it.” She said excitedly. Dean clapped his hands together, mirroring her enthusiasm “Fuck yeah, I love pie.”

Her face lit up “You do?”

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, don’t get him started.” Dean waved him off and turned his attention back to Y/N. This woman was hot, a little spunky and fiery, and she liked pie.

"So what's your favourite kinda pie? Mine's apple." He said, jutting his thumb into his chest.

She pursed her lips together and tapped her chin, "Mmm, probably key lime. The perfect mix of sweet and sour." She conceded with a nod.

Dean opened his mouth to respond and Sam slapped his hand over it, he heard enough about pie on a daily basis. He smiled politely and shot Dean a warning look "Do you need help with dinner?"

Y/N shook her head and bent down to take a cutting board out from one of the cupboards. Dean puffed his lips out and tilted his head as he checked out her ass. "How's your investigation going?" She asked.

"Good." The boys said in unison. Y/N began rinsing some potatoes to cut and boil, "Do you need to talk to Mandy?"

"Uh- yeah," Dean said. He ran a hand through his hair and gestured toward his brother. "Sam can go do that." He side-eyed him and Sam rolled his eyes, knowing that all Dean wanted was to endlessly flirt with this chick. But, to be fair, Sam was better with the teenagers who were grieving. He was much more… empathetic and better with his words than Dean was. Y/N nodded and kept her focus on slicing up the potatoes along with the onion she was going to throw into the casserole. "There's a sitting room upstairs, I'll get her to talk to you there."

The next thing Sam knew, he was sitting on an old couch that had some random stitching on the cushions, presumably from old rips that had to be repaired. He bounced his leg, listening to Mandy and Y/N not so discreetly argue from her bedroom. Finally, there was a loud groan followed by a door opening and slamming shut.

A short raven-haired girl (who had obviously dyed her hair via box dye) stormed into the room, plopping herself down onto the seat across from Sam. She crossed her arms and pouted her lips together, raising her brows when he didn't say anything. "Well?" She asked expectantly. Mandy was like every other teenage girl, nasty, sassy, mean and sometimes sweet when she wanted to be. Sam swallowed and cleared his throat "I'm sorry for your loss, it can't be easy losing a parent like that." He said.

Mandy let out an annoyed huff "I've heard that about a million times every single day for the past week." He blinked in surprise, he had to quickly regain his footing if they wanted to keep up this FBI charade. "Sorry." He said. "Uhh, how about we start with the basics?" He suggested with a shrug.

Mandy squinted at him and nodded slowly, "Okay."

Dean was watching Y/N as she put together what she called a twice-baked potato casserole, to him it smelt fucking amazing. And she wouldn't let him help with a single thing, not even to cut up the onions or grate the cheese. "Nope, you're a guest in my home. And you believe me about my dad's death, so. Sit." She scolded. Dean let out a sigh as she shoved a bottle of beer into his hand and pulled out a chair at the table for him. He certainly wasn't used to this, sitting around and doing nothing. He liked to keep busy, help, talk, anything really.

"Where do you work?' He asked, slightly leaning out of his seat to see what she was doing. Her back concealed most of what was in front of her, but from small glimpses, he could see she was sprinkling some cheese on top of the casserole. "At the steak house, I'm a hostess." She replied. Y/N put the dish into the oven and glanced down at her watch, it only had to go in for 10 minutes, so the cheese could get gooey and melt.

She turned to face him, a little satisfied grin on her face, he took a sip from his beer - attempting to ignore how much he liked her smile. "So, Dean. Have you got a wife? Girlfriend? Maybe even a boyfriend?" She asked with a shrug. Dean felt his heart jump into his throat and he choked on the liquid in his mouth, he coughed a few times, waving her off as she rushed over to help. "What? Did I say something wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"No," He wheezed. Y/N's brows knitted together and she clasped her hands together, nervously watching as he wiped up the bit of beer that was spewed from his mouth across the table. "So that's a no to a boyfri-"

"Yes." Dean interrupted.

Y/N tucked some of her hair behind her ear and sat in the chair next to him. "Sorry if I made things weird, I just wanted to see if it'd be acceptable for me to flirt with you." His gaze snapped over to her almost immediately, he didn't take her to be the bold type.

A smirk tugged at his lips and he looked her up and down, checking her out much more obviously this time. "Yeah? Well, flirt all you want, sweetheart. I'll be happy to reciprocate…" Dean purred. She flushed a bit and matched his grin, he sure was good-looking, and she could feel his eyes on her the whole time while she was cooking. Dean wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. "Good," Y/N replied.

Later after dinner was finished, Sam and Dean swung by the motel to grab their stuff and check out. Sam was worried about the bed bugs and Dean, well he didn't care. A few nights in Y/N's house filled him with a deep sense of excitement and curiosity about what could happen between them. Of course, it wouldn't end with a full-fledged relationship, that couldn't happen, with their line of work it was completely unrealistic and unsafe. If anything did happen, unfortunately, it'd just be a fling.

"What do you think this could be?" Dean asked as he tossed his duffel into the back seat of Baby. Sam shrugged and slid into the passenger seat, "Hard to tell, we don't have much. But by the cross situation, I think maybe some sorta demon or poltergeist." He clenched his teeth and squeezed the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. “God I hope it’s not a demon.”

By the time they got back, Y/N had gotten the pull-out bed on the couch upstairs ready for Sam, and she was in the middle of getting an air mattress set up for Dean downstairs. Mandy stood there watching her with her arms crossed, she was “helping,” as much as Y/N would allow her to, anytime she did something Y/N immediately corrected it. Dean’s bed had to be just perfect, she said.

Dean went to open the front door, his duffel slung over his shoulder. Sam swatted his hand away and gave him a what the fuck look, “What are you doing?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

Dean shrugged “She said to just come in…”

“It doesn’t matter, we knock.” He hissed. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to knock on the door, rapping it 3 times before dropping his arm to the side.

The door swung open and Mandy stepped aside, allowing the two of them to come in, Y/N hadn’t even realised there was anyone at the door. She glanced up as she pulled a pillowcase onto a pillow, “Took you long enough.” She teased.

“Sorry,” Dean replied, a cheesy grin on his face. He jutted his thumb towards Sammy “This one was checking all his clothes for bugs.” He explained. Y/N’s brows raised and she glanced over at Sam “You can use our washer if you want, just make sure the water’s hot and it’ll kill anything that could be there.”

He nodded and smiled a bit “Thank you.”

“No problem, I’ll show you how it works. It’s a little finicky.” Y/N said, pushing herself off of the floor and leading him to the laundry room. Dean watched her walk off, his eyes settling on her ass in those tight low-rise jeans.

“Stop looking at my sister like that.” Mandy huffed, crossing her arms. His eyes widened and he glanced over at her, her deep brown eyes looked as if they were peering into his soul. “What?” He chuckled nervously.

She looked him up and down, judgement painted across her soft features. “She deserves someone better, someone, who doesn’t look at her like she’s a hunk of meat on a stick.” She spat before turning on her heel and going up to her room. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and watched her leave, dropping his bag on the floor. He didn’t know what to say, or even what to think.

Y/N stared up at the ceiling, laying on her back in bed listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago, she tried to sleep, but lately, she was lucky to get 5 hours. Her body was exhausted, but anytime she closed her eyes she saw the bloody aftermath of her dad’s suicide all over again. Bits of pieces of his brain and skull scattered across the room, his entire face was gone. And she remembered every single detail of it.

With a heavy sigh, she rolled out of bed, grabbing the white cardigan that rested on an armchair in the corner and slipping it on. Y/N padded down the hallway and down the stairs as quietly as she could, it was 1 in the morning, and everyone in the house was dead asleep (or should be anyway) so she had to be quiet. Silently, she crept past where Dean was sleeping and went to sit out on the front porch, the door clicking shut behind her.

Dean rolled onto his side as he heard the front door close, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Confused, he followed her outside, glancing around the house before he did.

Y/N flinched, her eyes widening as she saw Dean. She looked as if a little kid who was just caught with their hand in the cookie jar- except with a cigarette between her fingers. "Dean- I-." She stumbled, trying to find the words to explain what she was doing. He chuckled and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

She exhaled a sigh of relief and took a long drag from it before putting it out on the cement next to her. "Thanks," Y/N whispered.

He sat beside her on the edge of the stairs, their thighs touched, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. She took the pack of cigarettes from her lap and put them in the flower pot by the door. Dean smiled a bit as he watched her "What're you doing that for?" He asked.

"I don't want Mandy finding these, when I was her age I'd suck down cigarettes like they were candy," Y/N explained. Dean breathed out a laugh and set his hand down on the ground to brace himself. She smiled softly and turned to face him "What?"

He grinned widely "Didn't take you for a smoker." Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, lightly smacking his knee. "Oh shut up."

"So why are you up anyway?" Dean asked, nudging her shoulder a bit. Y/N tucked some of her hair behind her ear and shrugged. "Oh, I couldn't sleep. You?'

"You woke me up." He replied. When her face fell he placed his hand on top of hers, grasping her fingers lightly and reassuringly. "But it was worth it." He winked. She flushed a bit and chewed on her bottom lip. Y/N then closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath through her nose, opening them as she exhaled. "I'm gonna kiss you now." She said, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to her level.

Dean took a few seconds to register her soft lips against his, he staggered for a moment, then quickly cupped her face in his hands. He sure as hell didn't expect her to kiss him like that. Their lips worked over each other hungrily and she began to slide her hands down his torso. Hesitantly, he pulled back, enjoying the sight of her reddened lips. Dean tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he was about to suggest they go somewhere more private but Y/N beat him to it. “Wanna go up to my room?” She asked, her eyes darkening. He nodded and let her take his hand to lead him up to her bedroom.

The second the door was clicked shut and locked, their lips were on each other once more, and Dean’s hands explored every inch of her skin. They flitted down to cup her ass, eliciting a low moan from her. He felt a jolt of electricity travel through him as she moaned against his lips. He wanted, no, needed to hear more of those delicious sounds. Dean slightly pulled back, his breath heavy against her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

“Quite the vision yourself,” Y/N whispered back. Her hands palmed his growing erection through his sweatpants and he let out a soft groan. Needily, he jutted his hips into her hand and she tsked “Sit on the bed.” She ordered, a playful glint in her eye. Dean immediately obeyed, as much as he denied it, he loved it when a woman took charge in the bedroom.

His eyes never left her sexy form as she ditched her cardigan, throwing it to the side before crouching between his legs. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes, resting her head against his knee and she mindlessly stroked his inner thighs. “Kinda glad I woke you up now.” She said as she grabbed the hem of his pants and boxer briefs, sliding them down to about mid-thigh. Dean exhaled shakily as his hardened cock sprang out, reddened at the tip, desperate for any sort of stimulation. “Yeah?” He replied, trying to maintain his confident and suave persona. Y/N dragged a finger up the length of his dick, keeping her touch feather-light. “Mmmhmm.” She hummed out. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the bedding as she got onto her knees. She didn’t waste a single second, sucking on the tip of it and running her tongue all over it sloppily. He let out a quiet moan, his eyes flitting open a bit to watch her suck his cock. “God, you’re good.” He groaned.

Y/N pulled back a bit, licking a long stripe from base to tip. Her eyes sparkled a bit and she grinned, wrapping one of her hands around his dick and stroking it lazily. “I haven’t even started yet.”

Without a single second to spare, she took him fully in her mouth. Y/N's eyelashes fluttered, he was a little bigger than average but nothing she couldn't handle. Dean let out a low groan and his hand flitted down to cup the back of her head. She was so sloppy as she blew him, spit was dripping down his shaft and her mouth was practically full of it. Although he couldn't tell whether that was spit or pre cum, all Dean could really think about was how fucking good it all felt.

She hallowed out her cheeks and ignored the little specks of tears that formed in her eyes. Y/N could tell that he was going to cum soon by how frequent his moans and groans were getting - and that his grip on the back of her head tightened. Her fingers lightly danced across the expanse of his pelvis, making him shiver and groan softly. "Ah - I'm gonna cum." Dean's fingernails scratched at her scalp and she hummed out in acknowledgement around his cock. This - this was what sent him over the edge, with a deep and quiet (as quiet as he could be anyway) moan, he came. Ropes of his seed shot down her throat and she greedily swallowed it all, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. Dean tasted too good for that.

Reluctantly, Y/N pulled her mouth off of him with a little 'pop' and wiped the little bit of spit and cum from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand. She watched as Dean panted for air, his eyes glued shut and Adam's apple bobbing as he attempted to calm himself. That may be the best blow job he's ever received. A slow grin formed on his face and his eyes met hers. "You're so fucking hot." He murmured. Before Y/N could reply, he leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss - not minding the taste of himself on her lips.

Dean tugged his pants back on as he pulled her up into his lap, his hands then settling on her hips as they made out. It was as sloppy as after-sex kissing could get, a fuck ton of tongue and wet sounds. Y/N grinded down against his clothed thigh, her nightgown rode past her waist, exposing her simple white cotton panties. And Dean fucking loved the sight of them - especially with the little wet patch slowly seeping through. She's done all the work so far - and all he's done is kiss her and touch her all over, and her pussy was still drenched.

He pulled back softly and panted against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. "You're so damn wet, sweetheart." He purred. Y/N chewed her bottom lip and rested her forehead against his, "It's your fault." She replied. Dean flipped her onto her back with little effort, eliciting a gasp out of her. "I know." He grinned. His thumb teasingly ran down her clothed cunt, lightly applying pressure when he knew he reached where her clit was. Dean didn't have to see it to know where it was, he was experienced enough. Her lips parted as she let out a soft moan, her head falling back to rest against the comforter. He dipped down to pepper kisses on her neck and shoulders, his hand teasingly rubbing her sensitive nub through her panties.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and angled her head to the side to give Dean better access. "Please-..." She pleaded. He grinned against her neck - she could feel it. That stupid smirk. "You sound so pretty when you whine." He mumbled against the soft flesh of her chest before placing a small kiss there. Dean then yanked her panties down just enough for him to play with her. "Mmmph - Dean." She moaned. He ran his finger through her wet folds before beginning a painfully slow circular motion on her clit. He enjoyed the sounds she made, the way her body gave into him and writhed underneath him. But what he really liked was her expressions, someone who once had such a sweet and calm face all needy and in bliss because of him set him off.

Dean lightly prodded at her entrance before plunging one finger inside, curling it slightly against her walls. Y/N tipped her head back and moaned loudly. "God! Fuck!" He then pressed his lips against hers to silence her moans. As much as he loved the sound of them - they were in a house with two other people who may hear them. Being discovered by either one of their siblings wasn't really… ideal.

Dean pumped his finger in and out of her, then he added a second finger once he felt she was ready. Her cunt ached against him, her walls throbbed and clenched around his fingers. Y/N's quiet little gasps and strangled moans against his lips made him even hornier than he already was. He couldn't help but imagine what her pussy would feel like constricting around his cock like that… Dean's fingers curled against her g spot and she arched her back. He grinned against her lips and pulled back slightly "You like that?" He rasped. Y/N nodded needily and her hands flitted up to grip his shoulders. "Yes - yes!" She gasped. Her mouth gaped open and her brows knitted together, she was in pure ecstasy - and then she felt that familiar pit building in her lower stomach. Her body tensed up and her grip on his shoulders tightened. "I - I'm gonna cum." She whimpered. Dean immediately peppered kisses on her lips and chin. He didn't switch up what he was doing at all, he knew better than that. "Come for me, sweetheart." He whispered against her skin. Her thighs shook around him and her moans turned into whines and whimpers as she came.

Her juices coated Dean's fingers and her walls throbbed around him gently. He carefully pulled his fingers out, quick to suck her taste off of them after. Fuck she tastes good. Y/N's chest heaved up and down as she attempted to catch her breath, her thighs still lightly shook around Dean. His eyes softened and he lightly rubbed her leg affectionately. "You okay?" He asked. She chuckled a bit and nodded "Better than okay." She answered. She sat up abruptly and met his eyes "Are you okay?"

Dean smiled a bit "Yeah." Y/N's gaze flitted down to his lips for a moment, he had such kissable lips - it was hard to resist him. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up, just make yourself comfortable." She told him, pressing a quick small peck to his lips.

After Y/N showered, Dean went after her and by the time he was done, she was dead asleep. He smirked and ran a hand through his damp hair, even when she was sleeping she looked pretty. Dean carefully slipped into bed next to her, she probably didn't mind if he slept with her. Considering they just had sex - it would probably be expected. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around her, hugging her close to his chest. Whatever this case was, he was sort of grateful for it.

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spnfandom #spn

[smartycvnt]

One Shot Character List

Pro Wrestling

Austin Theory

Becky Lynch

Charlotte Flair

Bayley

Rhea Ripley

Liv Morgan

Daniel Garcia

Chuck Taylor

Eddie Kingston

Jon Moxley

Seth Rollins

Adam Page

MJF

Mercedes Monet

El Phantasmo

Jay White

Mickie James

Sonya Deville

Jacy Jayne

Gigi Dolin

Isla Dawn

Alba Fyre

Tiffany Stratton

Fallon Henley

Adam Copeland

Christian Cage

Deonna Purrazzo

Toni Storm

Mariah May

Swerve Strickland

Resident Evil

Alex Wesker

Jill Valentine

Sheva Alomar

Rebecca Chambers

Mother Miranda

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento

Carlos Oliveira

DC

Jason Todd

Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn

Nyssa al Ghul

Talia al Ghul

Selina Kyle

Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Pamela Isley

Laurel Lance

Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers

Kate Kane

Marvel

Bobbi Morse

Dottie Underwood

Natasha Romanov

Peggy Carter

Carol Danvers

Melinda May

Kate Bishop

Laura Barton

Yelena Belova

SVU

Olivia Benson

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Amanda Rollins

Elizabeth Donnelly

Rafael Barba

House

Lisa Cuddy

Remy "Thirteen" Hadley

Gregory House

Horror

Sidney Prescott

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Tatum Riley

Stu Macher

Tiffany Valentine

Nica! Chucky

Nadine Cross

Mandy Lane

Amanda Young

Video Games

Karlach

Shadowheart

La'zel

Astarion

Orin the Red

Abby Anderson

Lara Croft

Ellie Williams

Kassandra of Sparta

Deimos (as either Kassandra or Alexios)

Aspasia of Miletus

Grey's Anatomy (and the other shows)

Meredith Grey

Charlotte King

Lexie Grey

Arizona Robbins

Addison Montgomery

Jo Wilson

Amelia Shepherd

Maya Bishop

Carina DeLuca

Izzie Stevens

Callie Torres

Mark Sloan

Percy Jackson (movies only)

Clarisse la Rue

Annabeth Chase

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Jennifer Jareau

Aaron Hotchner

Ashley Seaver

Tara Lewis

Alex Blake

Elle Greenaway

Penelope Garcia

Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth

Margaery Tyrell

Sansa Stark

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Rowena Macleod

Bela Talbot

Jody Mills

Donna Hanscum

Charlie Bradbury

[ms-rampage]

I had Bing Ai create (some of) my OCs

I used Deepface to fix a few of their faces (thank you for the advice @candy616) 😊😊

Paige Winchester (FC: Ashley Costello)

Kate Winchester (FC: Mary Mouser)

Kenneth Smith (FC: Kenny Omega/Ryan Corr)

Cody Reynolds: (FC: Richard Madden)

[Aka the Doctor Strange of my OCs; he's a doctor and sorcerer]

Adrian Wray (FC: Hangman Adam Page)

Mandy Winchester (FC: Cristina Scabbia)

Deputy Layla Michaels (FC: China Anne McClain)

Cristina Winchester-Smith (FC: Brianna Hildebrand)

The triplets: Jeffrey, Thomas and Bianca

(FC: Dylan Everett, Colin Ford and Maisie Williams)

Renée Winchester-Smith (FC: Gabrielle Echols)

#oc: paige winchester #oc: kate winchester #oc: kenneth smith #oc: cody reynolds #oc: adrian wray #oc: mandy winchester #oc: layla michaels #oc: cristina winchester-smith #oc: jeffrey winchester-smith #oc: thomas winchester-smith #oc: bianca winchester-smith #oc: renee winchester-smith #my ocs #fc5 ocs #cod ocs #rdr2 ocs #i yeet my ocs into different video games #fcnd ocs

[the-worst-bracket]

The Worst Round Two

The first round is over! Our first round losers have been released into the wild, where they will decimate the local songbird population!

New Bracket under the cut, all times are in CDT

Bracket A (5/3 - 5/10)

Mineta Minoru (My Hero Academia) vs Iago (Othello) 11:15 AM

Mimic (Dark Souls) vs Dan (Dan Vs) & Pink Diamond (Steven Universe) 11:30 AM

Jurgen Leitner (The Magnus Archives) vs Zeus (Greek Mythology) 11:45 AM

Steve Cobs (Inanimate Insanity) vs Alex Eggleston (Yiik) 12:00 PM

Jerry (Undertale) vs Old Man Who Snitched on Haru (A:TLA) 12:15 PM

Ashfur (Warrior Cats) vs Mr. Burns (The Simpsons) 12:30 PM

Octavian (Heroes of Olympus) vs Gendo Ikari (NGE) 12:45 PM

Walter White (Breaking Bad) vs Medusa Gorgon (Soul Eater) 1:00 PM

Bracket B (5/3 - 5/10)

Jin Guangshan (The Untamed) vs Michael (Wii) 1:15 PM

Mitsuhiro Higa (Danganronpa) vs Creek (Trolls) 1:30 PM

Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney) vs David (Animorphs) 1:45 PM

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) vs Cronus Ampora (Homestuck) 2:00 PM

Micheal Tritter (House MD) & The Director (Red v Blue) vs Lila Rossi (Miraculous Ladybug) 2:15 PM

Lord Henry Wotton (The Picture of Dorian Gray) vs Jodie Foster (Dungeons & Daddies) 2:30 PM

Bill Hawks (Professor Layton) vs Izaya Orihara (Durarara!!) 2:45 PM

The Dark Lord (Miitopia) vs Cybelle (Carole and Tuesday) 3:00 PM

Bracket C (5/4 -5/11)

Admiral Zhao (A:TLA) vs Rachel Berry (Glee) 11:15 AM

Darth Maul (Star Wars) vs Jessica (The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself) 11:30 AM

Pong Krell (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) vs Gamzee Makara (Homestuck) 11:45 AM

Dorodoron (Futari wa Precure Splash Star) vs Tate Langdon (American Horror Story) 12:00 PM

Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) vs Spike (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) 12:15 PM

Orin Scrivello DDS (Little Shop of Horrors) vs Minecraft Skeleton (Minecraft) 12:30 PM

Major Frank Burns (M*A*S*H*) vs Carter Pewterschmidt (Family Guy) 12:45 PM

Borsolino (One Piece) vs Pennywise (IT) 1:00 PM

Bracket D (5/4 -5/11)

Pierce Hawthorne (Community) vs Whirlpool (Wings of Fire) 1:15 PM

Thaddeus Campbell (Dishonored) vs Takumi Ichinose (Nana) & Heimskr (Skyrim) 1:30 PM

Gale Weathers (Scream) vs Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) 1:45 PM

Director Ton (Aggretsuko) vs Odalia Blight (The Owl House) 2:00 PM

Kyubey (Madoka Magica) vs Dr. Gregory House (House MD) 2:15 PM

Rachel (Tower of God) vs Miki Kawai (A Silent Voice) 2:30 PM

John Winchester (Supernatural) vs Hippeux (Animal Crossing) 2:45 PM

Saint Charlos (One Piece) vs Dr. Janet Lubelle (WTNV) 3:00 PM

Bracket E (5/5 -5/12)

Martin Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) vs Calico Jack (Our Flag Means Death) 11:15 AM

John Gaius (The Locked Tomb) vs Crawlings (The Mysterious Benedict Society) & Liza Lotts (Scott the Woz) 11:30 AM

Zolf J Kimblee (FMA) vs Nandor the Relentless (WWDITS) 11:45 AM

Logan Roy (Succession) vs Fermet (Baccano!) 12:00 PM

Emperor Belos (The Owl House) vs Jar Jar Binks (Star Wars) 12:15 PM

Stuart Little (Stuart Little) vs Bibble (Barbie: Fairytopia) 12:30 PM

Grima Wormtongue (Lord of the Rings) vs Balloon Boy (FNAF) 12:45 PM

Felix (Red v Blue) vs Bro Strider (Homestuck) 1:00 PM

Bracket F (5/5 - 5/12)

Count Olaf (ASOUI) vs Phillip Anderson (BBC Sherlock) 1:15 PM

Drosselmeyer (Princess Tutu) vs Hiram Burrows (Dishonoured) 1:30 PM

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) vs Marty (Steven Universe) 1:45 PM

Norman Osborn (Marvel) vs Stregabor (The Witcher) 2:00 PM

Barney Stinson (HIMYM) vs Griffith (Berserk) 2:15 PM

Lionel Luthor (Smallville) vs Shadow Weaver (SPOP) 2:30 PM

Rand Ridley (Inside Job) vs Fire Lord Ozai (A:TLA) 2:45 PM

Joseph Sugarman (BoJack Horseman) vs Kylo Ren (Star Wars) 3:00 PM

Bracket G (5/6 - 5/13)

Ross Geller (Friends) vs Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa) 11:15 AM

Evil Do-er/Dark Blue (Animation vs Minecraft) vs Clint (Stardew Valley) 11:30 AM

Colin Robinson (WWDITS) vs Ghetsis (Pokemon) 11:45 AM

Billy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) vs Servantis (Ben 10) 12:00 PM

Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives) vs Tingle (The Legend of Zelda) 12:15 PM

Trishna (Papa Louie) vs Unparalleled Innocence (Rain World) 12:30 PM

Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts) vs Suzy Johnson (Phineas and Ferb) 12:45 PM

Dr. Hotti (Ace Attorney) vs Sarah (Ed, Edd, and Eddy) 1:00 PM

Bracket H (5/6 - 5/13)

Barney the Dinosaur (Barney and Friends) vs Andy Bernard (The Office) 1:15 PM

Caillou (Caillou) vs Gideon Gleeful (Gravity Falls) 1:30 PM

Joshu Higashikata (JJBA) vs Touga Kiryuu (Revolutionary Girl Utena) 1:45 PM

Ambassador Udina (Mass Effect) vs Father (FMA) 2:00 PM

Akio Ohtori (Revolutionary Girl Utena) vs Kray Foresight (Promare) 2:15 PM

The Worst (Ben 10) vs Hisoka Morrow (Hunter x Hunter) 2:30 PM

Tony Stark (MCU) vs Clay Puppington (Moral Orel) 2:45 PM

Bling Bling Boy (Johnny Test) vs Enji Todoroki (My Hero Academia) 3:00 PM

#announcement

[uncouth-the-fifth]

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch - Sam Winchester/Reader (for #samweek2023)

read it on ao3. masterlist.

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader. Tags/Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 2k Notes: for @ghostsam and @suncaptor's Sam Winchester Appreciation Week :) happy birthday baby boy!!! ily ily ily <;3 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

The alarm clock in Bobby’s guest bedroom was a little busted, so you weren’t crazy confident that it could get you up at midnight like you wanted. True to form, you were hauled ass-first out of sleep a little after two in the morning, and staggered out of bed bleary-eyed and cursing. 

What kind of sick freaks tortured themselves like this? Very, very dedicated girlfriends. Just like you’d predicted, the other side of the bed hadn’t been touched. Sam was probably still downstairs, straining his neck over a book and adding to his exhaustive research notes. Totally clueless. You groped around the floor for the spare pajama pants you’d stolen from him ages ago and hopped into them as quietly as you could. The house was serene but not quiet, filled with the natural creaks and sighs of the old wood and the flutter of the loose siding in the breeze. You knew it would be impossible to stay silent on the stupid ancient stairway, but you were determined not to wake Dean. There was no way you were letting him beat you to this like he had last year. Pouring all of your hunter chops into the task, you snuck down the stairs like a goddamn ghost, and made sure to throw Dean’s door two gloating middle fingers in the dark. Eat that, Winchester.

Every inch of the first floor was covered by safe blue darkness, except for a teeny circle of buttery lamplight that you followed to the kitchen. Before you turned the corner, you made bets with yourself about how Sam would be sitting: hunched completely over the kitchen table, that’s for sure, probably rubbing at his aching neck and glaring at what he was reading.

When you were close enough to see, you let your footsteps be heard so as not to scare him. Man, you were good. The same angle you’d pictured and everything.

Sam pried his face away from his research and squinted at his watch, then at you, sheepish. “Oh, hey… sorry. I promised that I’d be up hours ago.”

You knew he was already finding ten ways to beat himself up over it, so you drew yourself towards him with an understanding smile. “No sweat,” you waved it off, “I’m glad you’re still up. It means I get to do this.”

The first chance you got, you pounced on him, sliding up behind his chair and squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Sam made a pleased little sound that quickly became embarrassed—you scooped up his face and started smushing noisy kisses everywhere you could reach. Sam pretended to squirm and groan for your benefit, but he was a lousy actor. Just a few kisses melted him like butter. 

As he relaxed, so did you. Sam wrapped a loose hand around your wrist, and you gave him one more deep kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

“So that’s where this is coming from,” Sam realized. He started scrubbing sleepily at his eyes, sighing and laughing without humor, “God, I didn’t even know it was May.”

You hid your evil smile in Sam’s hair. “So… I take it I beat your brother to saying it first?”

“You did,” Sam confirmed. Just by hearing his voice you knew he had on that small, dopey smile that he reserved only for you.

“Fuck yeah,” You hiss in victory. You put on a whole show to get a laugh out of him, pumping your fist and salsaing in a happy circle.

A few tired chuckles seep out of your boyfriend. He sounds beyond exhausted, and you’ve got it so bad for him that just that makes your heart throb with sympathy. Feeling stupid and in love and obsessed with him, you fall down into the closest empty seat and take Sam’s hand, wishing more than anything that the whole world would throw him a party. He deserved so much more than what this shitty world ever gave him. Even the small gift you’d managed to pull together for him didn’t feel like enough.

“I have two gifts for the birthday boy,” you tell him, holding up two important fingers. “Do you want to open them both right now?”

Sam has had a sum total of two good birthdays in his entire life, so he props a hand on his thigh and shrugs. He’s never been very eager to make a thing out of May 2nd. “Whatever you wanna do.”

You make a sound like an incorrect gameshow buzzer. “Wrong! Birthday boy makes the decisions today.”

There it is. Sam cracks an even bigger, shier smile, sinking into his seat a little bit. “Okay, okay,” he relents, “...Can I open them now?”

“Of course you can,” you flirt, and start to feel around under the table. It is your greatest joy in life to mess with Sam, and for a moment you’re flooded with that joy when you find the gift with your hand, pull it loose from where you taped it, and slap it onto the table.

Sam’s face blooms with amused disbelief. He’s been grinding away at these books for hours, and of course, his birthday gift was right under his nose this entire time. “You masterminded all of this, didn’t you?” He guesses, smile growing, “Is the second one under my chair? Behind my ear or something?”

“Close,” you admit, and gesture him in. Dutiful as ever, Sam listens, only to be pulled into a deep, loving kiss. “She’s right here,” you murmur.

It’s a really dorky gift to give him, but more than anything you want this day to be special for him. Underneath all the teasing attitude you’re throwing around, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to do something for him, to make up for the myriad of shitty birthdays he’s survived, and the strength of it could pulverize every monster in the whole damn state. A content hum drains out of him. You kiss him like you could squeeze the fear out of him with your hands, curling your fingers through the tufts of hair at his neck and stroking his scalp.

When you draw back, Sam’s face is bright red. He gives you this bashful look like he’s never in a million years been kissed like that, and instead of getting smug, you just feel plain happy. “I love it,” Sam confesses, “That’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given.”

You’re sure that’s not a tough race to beat, but hey, it’s nice to hear. Sam gives your hand a sweet squeeze before scooping your actual, physical gift off the kitchen table. The gift-wrapping resources at Bobby’s house were pretty lacking, so you got creative with some paper bags, twine, and markers, wrapping your gift in the paper and then drawing stars all over it. Sam stares at it for so long that you consider making fun of him, but even the stupid impromptu wrapping paper you came up with is something he’s never had before. You’d kind of hoped that he’d just tear into it, but Sam takes the time to carefully untie your twine knot to keep the paper intact, his long fingers moving delicately along the string.

Packed inside the paper is a set of envelopes. They have teen-you written all over them, from the color of the envelopes, the glitter pen your decorated them with, and the old stickers all over the sides. Some are creased and folded awkwardly, others have smeared pen and peeling stickers. Every single one has Sam’s name written on one side.

“This is your handwriting,” he notices, curious. “...What are these?”

“These,” you enunciate, trying to contain your excitement for his reaction, “are all the love letters I wrote for you in high school.”

Pure delight slowly transforms Sam’s face. His jaw drops, and the second he realizes the absolute treasure trove of glorious teenage embarrassment he’s holding, he slaps the letters protectively to his chest. “No—way,” he gapes, eyes sparkling. “No. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell you’d ever just give me such quality blackmail material like this.”

But you did, because for whatever reason you’re totally into this loser. Those letters are full of the cringiest, sappiest writing one can possibly imagine, back when you’d convinced yourself you were a poetry-writing god and were utterly obsessed with Sam. (Well. Some things never change, but). The two of you hadn’t started dating until much later, so you figured he’d love to see just how long he’s been driving you insane. And, yeah. Blackmail material. If anyone else but Sam ever read these, the galactic weight of your embarrassment would instantly blink you out of existence.

“That’s how much I love you,” you tell him, shrugging. That simple.

The biggest, dorkiest grin takes up his whole face, and you force yourself to relax, happy to know you’ve at least given him this one thing. Without hesitation, he fishes the first letter out of the pile and carefully peels it open. The actual letter is on plain notebook paper, and, to Sam’s utter delight, is also penned in glitter. 

He clears his throat and reads the heading. “Ooh. March 6th, 1998.” His smirk is a little too evil for your liking, “We would’ve been in… tenth grade?”

You shove your face in your hands and groan.

“Dear Sam,” he says, in a high, girly voice. You smack him on the shoulder for the shitty impression of you, which just makes the laughter splitting his sides even louder. “Today, I saw Mandy talking to you by your locker—”

“Oh god.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide her stupid crush on you,” Sam reads, biting back giggles. “At least I’m subtle about it.”

Not true. You were not at all subtle about it. God, this is torture… But it’s been a long time since you’ve heard Sam sound this happy.

“I swear, Sammy, I wanted to punch her lights out so bad. She doesn’t even know you, or your family, or what we’re all really like.” Sam throws you a mean little smile at this next part, “Nobody knows you like I do.”

He loves to fuck with you just as much as you love to fuck with him, so, of course, this sends Sam into a full-body fit. He’s bent over the table wheezing for breath just a couple minutes later. You try to hold on to your shame, you really do, but he’s just too damn cute. Sam never laughs like this anymore.

You stuff your blazing hot face into his shoulder, pouting. “Are you happy, now that you’ve humiliated me?”

Sam slouches back in his chair, his whole face bright with humor. He’s so happy that he pulls you out of your chair and loops you into his lap, where you can feel every bit of his bassy laughter seeping through your back. A big, long arm seals around your waist and keeps you close to him, and while you’re distracted by his warmth and hands and cologne, he’s trapped you.

“I am,” Sam confesses, and it’s even more embarrassing how your whole body floods with butterflies. “Think you could keep reading these to me? I wanna hear them in your voice.”

Pfft. Okay. Whatever. With his stupid cute face. “Sam…” I warn.

“Authenticity! And hey,” he budges you, “I thought the birthday boy makes the decisions today?”

You make a face, just to remind him who he’s testing here. But he’s giving you the same pretty, boyish smile you wrote about in these letters a hundred times, the tension in his body gone, and the whole world is quiet just for the two of you. And yeah, it is his fucking birthday.

Sighing, you find the spot where Sam left off. He thanks you with some kisses to your shoulder that make you consider writing poetry about him all over again, and the two of you snuggle close.

“Sleep with both eyes open, Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch. I know where you live!”

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[setyourfireonme]

happy wincest wednesday! what's the fic that converted you to wincest? not necessarily the first you remember reading, but the first that impressed you and stayed with you all these years?

ooh ty, such a good question. and happy saturday, this clearly took me a while but believe it or not i cut out over half of this response lol. sorry in advance for the messiness of this answer <3

i have to say that since that was in 2014 (so the year after i started watching spn), i don't remember what fic really "converted" me (i do remember what finally made me find it compelling in-show: teasers from s10 the summer before it aired), or a fic that has stayed with me since that long ago (my memory is a black hole lol), but i always love a good excuse to go through my ao3 bookmarks and history, so let's see...

the first wincest fic that apparently impressed me the most back when i read it in late 2014 was sight lines by kissyn because it was, and i quote from my bookmarks, "the fic that made me want to use bookmarks". i reread it just now and while i wouldn't have called it an answer to this question before that, it might actually be one after all. and it still works, even when some of my preferences and views of what's IC and not have obviously changed since then. i guess that fic portrays that beginning for me quite well, it's a few months into me reading wincest fic and it shows how i had started reading fic for them, while sharing qualities with what i had read before (heed the tags lol). i was starting to get an idea of what i was looking for in s/d fic and their relationship in general, even if that fic wasn't it yet or now (but i contain multitudes,,,). i’ll let the beautiful opening paragraph speak for itself:

There's something eerie about driving into a small town just as real autumn twilight sets in, especially the kind of small towns you find in rural Appalachian territory. Tall pines loom in close over the winding roads and block all but the narrowest strip of overcast sky with their skinny grasping branches. Sweeping hills and valleys seem to tuck each village into its own isolated world. Impending darkness, already deep in the gaps between trees, makes claustrophobia threaten. Sam is used to long stretches of plains, where he can see on and on over yellow grass. Here, each curve in the road hides the next quarter mile. Gas stations and rundown liquor stores and intersections spring on them with no warning. ––

and i realised that these lines actually have stayed with me:

Sam has a theory that there are two types of people in the world. The first kind are regular people, like him and Dad and Mandy and Nancy the bartender, they're the sort that other people start to love over time. Not that the love is less powerful or real, but it's a growing thing, and it has to be nurtured, coaxed, earned, built into a lasting relationship brick by brick. They're the kind of people that not everyone is going to love, or even want to love. Then there are people like Dean and, Sam thinks, his mother. She must have been like Dean, else where did Dean get it from? They're the second type. People that go through life and everyone around can't help but fall a little bit in love with them. And it's not safe or good, it blows up fast and too often it dies just as quickly, but they barely know they're doing it and even if you recognize what's happening to you, you can't help falling anyway. And when they leave you behind, when you really did love them, that's how people like John Winchester happen.

i can't still really say that or any other fic made me be properly into wincest, it was a group effort with the show and tumblr (and this exploration into those beginnings has just left me more confused lol, this answer is me simplifying a lot), but it's probably the best early example? especially since while i did start reading sam/dean fics a few months earlier and there were some other formative and memorable fics from before, most were honestly pwps that IIRC i didn't read primarily for the sam and dean of it. the lines were blurry, but then another impactful "conversion" for me was maybe a year later when i found authors such as fleshflutter (forever <3 i wish i could link a specific fic but i just blanket bookmarked all of them) and candle_beck (although i never read that many fics from them until last year), who among others definitely left a mark. and then i took an almost four-year break from the fandom and had another ~conversion a year ago, which was especially important when it came to sam and dean's relationship for me. some things changed, some stayed the same...

i'd love to rec some All Time Favourites and give a clear answer so i'm still not satisfied with this, but there are so many deleted ones and ao3 history doesn't work like i'd want it to, not to mention lj... and the fics i read didn't maybe necessarily always reflect my thoughts about their relationship, which i now have a clearer and dearer idea of. and apparently i didn't even end up bookmarking that many sam/dean fics back then (it was one relationship among others for me but also i had some struggles finding fic among all the [redacted] that i came across)? also i could be misremembering everything here lol. anyway @ past me please start bookmarking more fics and also start doing it earlier thanks. this isn't probably the answer you were looking for, more just me pondering than talking about specific fics, but maybe it's something :)

#IDK #let's ramble some more because this made me think #the reason why i wasn't that into wincest at first was 1) i binged the show and while i liked their relationship the blogs i followed were #mainly of the dean and cas variety so that was what i started shipping (also maybe dean/benny since s8 was airing etc.)? #and 2) i didn't 'ship' sam with anyone because of prev and other reasons plus more uh superficial ones (not the case anymore lol) #but then something flipped in my brain and i started seeing it myself (after wondering about it but just not caring that much yet? maybe?) #2014 was apparently when i started actually thinking about the show more #also i started reading john/dean before sam/dean but i can't remember if the sam/dean was connected and if there's a specific fic #asks

[dduquette-a]

i   have   finally   finished   organising   all   my   blogs      (   of   which   there   are   many      .   .   .      whoops   )         &         can   get   back   to   writing   on   all   of   them.      if   you’re   ever   wondering   where   else   i   might   be   hiding   out,   here   is   the   list   of   solo   blogs:

ansel   from   the   originals      ―      @northsalpha

anton   bevell   from   supernatural      ―      @antonbvll

bela   talbot   from   supernatural      ―      @hellsbelas

bill   harvelle   from   supernatural      ―      @harvellepatriarch  

carl   gallagher   from   shameless            ―            @godsmstke

denny   duquette   from   grey’s   anatomy      ―      @dduquette  

fiona   gallagher   from   shameless      ―      @gllghrlegacy

lisa   braeden   based   in   supernatural            ―            @mindwiped

lip   gallagher   from   shameless            ―            @lipgllghr

lucille   smith   from   the   walking   dead      ―      @saviormatriarch

mickey   &    mandy   milkovich   from   shameless            ―            @mlkobitch

negan   smith   winchester   based   in   supernatural            ―            @ngnwnchstr

sierra   morton   from   shameless      ―      @spprtstaff

spencer   masters   from   supernatural      ―      @lostsistr

and   the   list   of   multis:

btvs   /   angel   the   series      —      @slayedlives

cobra   kai      —      @karatelives

medical   /   first   responders   dramas      —      @savedl1ves

supernatural      —      @huntedlives

tvd      /      the   originals      —      @mysticlives

the   walking   dead      —      @riiskedlives

misc   fandoms      —      @theirlives

#don't judge me #out of character. ⸻ hope speaks.

[roleplayfinder]

Looking for Rp partners.

24 years old looking for 18+. Short replies are fine as I'm not always the best on long paragraph replies. I do write NSFW and would like an rp partner who also writes the same.  Use Tumblr and discord. Prefer discord but Tumblr/email will be fine.

1. Shameless/ Gallavich. Looking for Mickey Milkovich to my Ian Gallagher.

2. Supernatural/ Destiel. Looking for a Castiel to my Dean winchester.

3. Stranger things./ Steddie. Looking for a Steve harrington to my Eddie Munson. (Still new to this one.)

4. Shameless/ Lip Gallagher, Mandy Gallagher or your own character to my Lip Gallagher.

5. Supernatural/ Dean winchester/ your own character. To my Dean winchester.

Like this post or message me on Tumblr so we can discuss everything. Or! Add me on Discord.

Discord- IanMilkovich #4114.

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