#mobster!dean

[holylulusworld]

His House (2)

Summary: You are in trouble and need fast cash. For the longest time you tried to be a good girl, now you need to break the rules all over again.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Thief!Reader

Characters: Jimmy “Cas” Novak, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Carson Brady

Warnings: angst, language, breaking and entering, criminal reader, mafia au, implied sexual harassment (not Dean), threats, scared reader, kind of hostage situation,  there is a tiny hint of fluff, mentions of characters death/murder/crimes

Words: 2,1 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 1

“Sit over there, and don’t talk,” you nod silently as Dean points at the chair next to his. He brought you to a large room with a large table and twelve chairs around the table. “I don’t want to explain the rules again.”

He smirks darkly as you dare not to meet his gaze. Dean Winchester has this effect on people. If he enters a room, all eyes are on him before they drop their gaze and wait for him to take the lead.

“You will only talk if I ask you a question,” he lifts your chin with his index finger to search your face. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” it’s a whimpered plea, nothing else. Gone is the self-confident woman. She got replaced by a scared little bunny standing in front of the big bad wolf named Dean Winchester, “I understand the rules.”

“Good girl,” his praises leave a bad taste in your mouth. You don’t want the mafia boss to call you a good girl or be proud of you. All you want is to get your life back and hide under the biggest rock and never come out again. “Now sit down, and just look pretty.”

He doesn’t wait for you to sit down before he leaves the room. At least you get a few moments on your own now to sort your thoughts and forget your life doesn’t belong to you anymore.

“Oh, hello there,” a man you didn’t meet so far steps inside the room, stealing the silent moments you longed for. “Dean outdid himself with the entertainment today, huh? What are you going to do for me, baby?” He purrs and you stumble back as he tries to cup your face.

“Hands off, Brady,” Dean grunts as the blonde tries to touch your cheek. “She’s not here for your entertainment. Wait for the girls at Ellen’s club tonight. If you need to get your dick wet, look for someone else. That one is my secretary, and no one touches what’s mine.”

It’s a relief that Dean at least doesn’t force you to entertain his guests, or rather business partners. Your life is not yours any longer, but you want to decide who touches you.

“Sit over there,” he grabs your arm to guide you toward the chair next to his. “If anyone ever tries to touch you against your will again, you say my name. You will tell them that you are mine. Got it.” Dean looks down at you. There is something in his eyes that you didn’t see before. His features soften and you almost believe he can be a good man if he only wants to. “Got it, Y/N?”

“I got it,” you weakly reply. What else can you do? Dean Winchester, the leader of his own syndicate towers over you, making you shrink in yourself.

“Say it,” he leans closer to bump his nose against yours. He breathes against you, searching your eyes as you try to find your voice. “I want to hear it, sweetheart.”

“I’ll tell them that I’m yours,” Dean smirks now. His eyes drop to your chest, and he hums as you breathe heavily close to him. “Why would you want to protect me?”

“You’ll always be safe as long as you know that you belong with me now,” he boobs your nose with his index finger. There is playfulness in his demeanor as he looks you all over as if he’s afraid the other man touched a hair on your head. “I only keep you safe as you are a talented little thief. I want you to clamp your mouth shut and just sit next to me. Maybe you can take some notes.”

“Notes?” you glance up at Dean. “I’m not some secretary.”

“You are everything I want you to be, sweetheart,” damn, you dared to huff at his words. He smirks, amused that you flinch as he cups your chin roughly. “I’m going to turn you into my loyal little thief. I love bending people to my will.”

“I bet you do,” fuck, sometimes you just can’t stop yourself from running your mouth. “I’ll just sit down now and take some notes, Sir.” You offer to not eat a bullet too soon.

“Sir now, huh?” that fucker smiles wildly as you struggle to keep a straight face. You’d like to tell him all the things swirling in your mind or call him a jerk. Of course, no one is stupid enough to call a man like Dean Winchester a jerk.

“Dean, can we begin,” Dean looks down at you, still that stupid smirk on his face as his brother tries to get his attention. “DEAN! Did you even listen?”

“What?” the mobster snaps his head toward his brother to give Sam a bitch face. “I was in the middle of something here.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Stop flirting with your newest toy. We’ve got a conference in five,” Sam sighs as Dean sits on the table to run his index finger up and down your arm. “Dean, can you focus on business now.”

“She’s business too,” your captor chuckles as you cross your arms over your chest. You don’t hide you’d like to run out of the room and try to get away from Dean Winchester. “Our little thief will be useful.”

“How?” Sam presses on. “She’s only a pretty face. I don’t think—” sighing deeply at his big brother’s antics Sam sits on his chair, the one to Dean’s right. “Fine, have it your way.”

“Did you not read her file?” Dean leans closer to get a good look at the necklace you are wearing. “She was one of the best cat burglars not so long ago. I bet her big brother taught her everything, just like I did with you.”

“He should’ve kept her out of this business,” Sam sneers as you glance at him. He doesn’t seem to be too fond of you, or your presence in this room. “That girl doesn’t belong here, Dean.”

“Sammy, thanks to her we got rid of Cole Trenton. That little thief will be useful and a great addition to our gang,” Dean chuckles as you frown. “What? Don’t you want to be part of my gang?”

“I’ve got no choice,” you mumble as the room fills with more men. All eyes are on you and Dean when he hops off the table to pat your head. “Hey, I’m not some dog you can pet.”

“I told you before,” his hand wraps around your throat and you gasp as he looks down on you, his face cold and stoic now, “you are what I want you to be. If I say you are a dog, you are.”

The meeting dragged on. Dean, Sam, and the men you don’t know talked about business, money, weapons, and their latest conquests.

“Why again do you want me to listen to this?” you whisper as Dean nods at something a blue-eyed man in a trench coat said. You think he called him Cas, but you are not sure. 

“Why is the girl here?” a smaller guy, with dark hair and an accent asks. “What?” the man cocks his head as Dean gives him a dirty look. “Why did no one ask before? I mean, she’s a cute little thing, but I prefer doing business without having a pretty dame around.”

“She’s my secretary,” Dean dips his head to look at you. He furrows his brows, daring you to say something stupid again. “You made notes for me, didn’t you?”

“Mental notes,” Sam rolls his eyes at your reply. “I forgot my notebook, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Darling, you are much too forgetful for a secretary. Shouldn’t you help Dean and not make his life harder?” the man sneers now. “Dean, what is she really doing here?”

“Y/N is not your problem, Crowley,” you flinch at Dean’s harsh tone. He jumped up and slammed his hands onto the table to get everyone’s attention. “I bring whoever I want to with me. She’s here to learn.”

“Learn to spy on us?” the man responds. He looks at you again, making you feel unease as his eyes darken. “Winchester, I want answers.”

“She’s new and I’m showing her the ropes. Y/N belongs with me,” Dean cocks his head to look directly at Crowley. “Do we have a problem here?”

“No,” you furrow your brows as the man arguing not moments ago shrink into himself. Dean seems to be an even more dangerous man than you thought. If all these men in the room fear him, what can you do to escape him?

“How did you end up becoming a thief?” Dean places a plate with food and a beer in front of you. “Sweetheart, I expect you to answer my questions.” He hands you a fork. “Now.”

“After my mom died, dad lost his job,” you poke the food with the fork. “He—well.” You sigh deeply, shaking your head. “He had to take care of two kids. I was two, and my brother was barely six. Dad borrowed money from the wrong guy and…”

“He had to pay his debts somehow,” the mobster asks, and you nod silently. Dean watches you like a hawk, wanting to find out if everything he found out about your past was the truth. “How?”

“One day my dad was a caring father, and the next he become the hitter for some mafia boss. My father was a strong and tall man. He did the dirty work for more and more gangsters. It was only natural that my brother and I ended up in the same business,” you wipe your eyes. “It was a one-way ticket to hell, though.”

“Your father got shot. A shame. He was a good man,” Dean places a manila folder onto the table. He opens the folder to place pictures of the man killing your father in front of you. “His killer.”

Your eyes widen and you swallow thickly as you look at the pictures again. “No one knows who killed my father and brother…no one.”

“No one wanted to know,” he places another picture on top of the other, showing the very same man, just a little more dead. “Well, no one but me. You know, I like knowing what’s going on in my territory. Your father was a damn good hitter, and your brother had very talented hands.”

“What? I-I don’t understand,” you grasp Dean’s hand. He doesn’t fight you when you harshly tug at it. “What does this mean?”

“Your father used to work for my father,” the mobster casually says. “John Winchester, does this name ring a bell?”

“Dad never told us about the people he was working for. One of many rules. No asking questions. No talking about his clients.”

“Well, my father appreciated your father’s work, I did too. One day, that bastard Styne dared to put an end to your daddy’s life,” he shrugs as you look up at him with wide eyes. “No one kills people working for me, sweetheart.”

“What about my brother? Did he work for you too?” you sniffle, wiping your eyes. “Did they die because of your kind of business?”

“You should learn to not push boundaries all the time. Your father and brother died as your daddy got involved with the wrong people. He chose this path. No one did it for him,” Dean angrily slams the folder shut. “At least I avenged your family. All you did was sit around, and sulk like an angry child. You turned your back on the life you had and became…I don’t even know what you are right now…”

“You’re an intensive asshole,” you jump up from your chair to ram the fork into his chest. Sadly, Dean is fast, too fast for you. He grabs your wrist midair and easily takes the fork out of your hand. “Monster! BASTARD! Kidnapper.”

“Yeah, that I am,” he wraps his arms around you and lets you slam your fists into his chest until you are out of breath and too weak to fight his embrace. “You know, Cole never was a nice guy. He was the one ratting your brother out. Just like he did with you that night. For the right amount of money, he would’ve gladly sold his mother to me.”

“I hate you,” Dean presses your head into his chest, smirking as you squirm in his hold. “You’re a—sonofabitch!”

“Language, sweetheart. My mother wasn’t a bitch,” the mobster holds you a little tighter when you start to fight him again. “You should know, you belong with me now. I don’t care what you want.”

“Asshole.”

“An asshole or a bastard would’ve just shot you. A monster would’ve done much worse to you for breaking into their house. I offered a warm bed, food, and protection to you, little thief,” he whispers lowly. “Maybe you should rethink your behavior. One thing is for sure, you will not leave my house, Y/N…never…”

>> Part 3

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[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

Tryna find a fic where John Winchester used to be with reader but now she is either with Sam or dean and she had his baby and he didn’t know till she showed up married to Sam/dean at his wedding

Like he wouldn’t acknowledge that they were together and engaged and he gets with someone else

Its disposable by @holylulusworld

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[dreamerbouquet]

MY BABY GİRL

Mobster!Dean Winchester x Daughter!reader

SUMMARY: Mobster Dean Winchester's daughter is attacked by a rival gang.

That evening, Dean Winchester rushed through the door of his mansion, angry and worried with the news he received. As he started climbing the wooden stairs to go upstairs, he met his right hand man, Castiel.

"Dean she's fine, calm down." Cas said, knowing that wouldn't calm him down. He knew Dean's anger. Now it was his daughter that was at stake. Dean ignored Castiel and continued walking quickly. His right arm followed him. "she's sleeping, the doctor said it's nothing serious," he said.

When they reached the end of the hall, Dean slowly entered his daughter's room and found her sleeping on the bed with her knees pulled up. He approached her to see her face, but the lights in the room were dim so he couldn't see y/n's face properly.

Dean turned to Castiel, fists clenched, "how did this happen?" asked.

Castiel said, "Henry said two cars cut off the front and back of them. They shot him before he could get his gun and he passed out. He doesn't know what happened to Y/n." he replied

Dean looked back at his daughter, "she was supposed to have bodyguards with her," said. He clenched his teeth and got angry at himself.

"Dean, we didn't know this would happen. The road to school has always been safe and Henry is not only a driver, you know, but also a good bodyguard." Castiel said.

"Until he gets shot," Dean scoffed harshly. "So how did they get attacked, Cas?" He waited for an answer from his right arm.

Castiel tensed at the question, "he changed course," he said.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"Henry said there was work on the road so he changed route to go somewhere else. I had the road checked and there was no work for today, so that's-" Castiel was cut off.

"It was a trap," Dean finished. He clenched his jaw. "And he did it without telling anyone? This is my daughter Cas, she can't just change course!" He was mad that his man was behaving so irresponsibly.

Castiel remained silent, thinking Dean was right.

"Find them now!" Dean said in a stern tone. Cas nodded and walked out.

Dean paused for a moment to cool his anger. They hurt her baby. Who dares to do this? He took off his jacket and placed his gun on the drawer before lying down next to his daughter. She combed her disheveled hair back to see her daughter's face better. Dean Winchester was turning into a completely different man next to his daughter. Y/n stirred and slowly opened her eyes "daddy?" His voice was very tired.

"This is me honey, it's okay, I'm with you," she smiled at her daughter and patted her shoulder.

You closed your eyes tightly and leaned your head on your father's chest. What happened came to your mind and you began to cry silently. “I was so scared..” you mumbled.

Dean wrapped his daughter in his arms and kissed her on the hair "shh it's okay baby, it's all okay. You're safe." he said as he continued to hold her.

You took a deep breath and said, "They shot Henry, dad.." You couldn't speak any more when you started crying again.

"hey hey it's okay y/n, henry is fine, don't worry about him" Dean wanted to see his daughter's face "baby can you look at me?"

You snuggled further into your father's chest and shook your head no. You didn't want him to see you like this. "You'll be upset, and it'll make you angry.." you said.

"It's okay, I won't get mad." Dean lied to his daughter. They've already pissed him off.

You slowly raised your head and looked at your father, but quickly looked away.

Dean clenched his teeth when he saw his daughter's face. A desire arose in him to find those who touched his daughter and kill them slowly. It hurt his heart to see his 17-year-old little daughter's face like this. He wanted to punch himself for not being able to protect her. He had a band-aid on his forehead, his right cheek was bruised and his lip was split. He moved his hand to his daughter's cheek and Y/n' flinched at his touch. "It hurts." He said quietly without looking at his father.

Dean wanted to know what was going on with his daughter, "Honey can you tell me what's going on." he said

After pausing for a while, you started to explain. "They blocked our way with the car, a few people got out of the car and then they… they opened fire and Henry was shot," you said and stopped, feeling the fear you felt at that moment again.

You looked at your father and shook your head. You continued to explain calmly, "I got scared and quickly fell to the ground, then the door opened and someone grabbed me and dragged me out. I tried to run away, I tried to hit him but he held me tight, Dad," Dean clenched his teeth and continued to listen. "He started hitting me." you said and looked away.

"Come here," Dean held his daughter, "it's okay honey, it's okay, just keep sleeping, I'm here." Y/n snuggled up to her father. As always, he felt safe and fell asleep.

Dean was still with his daughter when the sun started to appear on the horizon. She held her daughter tightly all night without sleeping. This shouldn't have happened to him. He had been threatened with his daughter many times, but he was never hurt. He was angry at himself, angry at the bodyguards. was distracted from his thoughts when his daughter began to stir next to him. In between her sleep, Y/n turned away from her father and turned to the other side, continuing to sleep. Dean covered his daughter and carefully kissed her on the forehead. He slowly got out of bed, took his coat and gun and left the room.

Dean went to his room. As he was leaving the room after taking a shower and getting dressed, his phone rang. It was Cas calling.

"Hey Dean, we found them now we're in the warehouse." Cas said.

"Okay. Wait until I get back." Dean hung up the phone and put it in his jacket pocket. Before leaving, he opened his daughter's door and checked. He was still sleeping. He closed the door slowly and headed towards the warehouse to hold accountable those who did this to his daughter.

When you woke up you couldn't see your father. You sat on the bed and stared blankly at your room. What happened yesterday started to come to your mind one by one, you sighed and slowly got out of bed. Every part of you was aching. You went into the bathroom to take a shower. When you took off your sweater, you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time. You were horrified by the bruises and wounds on your face. Bruises were also starting to appear on his arms. What happened came back to his mind again and again; The men forcing you out of the car, beating you. When the gunshots echoed in your head, you closed your eyes tightly. You took a deep breath and soaked yourself under the hot water.

As Dean wiped the blood off his fists, Sam walked over to him "Hey how is y/n? She must have been scared" he asked.

"Yes it is, Sam," Dean's face softened at the thought of his daughter. He left the bloody cloth in his hand and began to open the folded sleeves of his shirt. "Let's increase protection, I don't want this to happen again." he said.

Sam nodded, "well Henry, after what he did-"

"I kicked him out," Dean interrupted his brother. His face hardened again. "He put my daughter in danger Sam, I don't need men like that" he grabbed his jacket and got dressed "He's lucky I only kicked him out." he said while straightening their collars.

"look tell you what, how about we take y/n to bobby's farm? She likes it there, I think it'll be good for her." Sam offered.

Dean looked at his brother "that's a good idea Sammy, we haven't been there in a long time, she must have missed the horses."

#Dean winchester #Mobster!dean winchester #Dean winchester × daughter!reader #sam winchester

[oldshowbiz]

1967-1971.

Dean Martin’s Restaurant and Celebrity Lounge: Mafia Controlled

#mobsters #dean martin #Miami Beach #Florida #franchise #santo trafficante #jimmy hoffa

[sammysgirl1997]

I need help finding a fic. It's a mobster sam winchester x reader fic. Reader was sold to Sam from pimp!Michael, Dean is sorta estranged from sam and there's something reader needs to do(something mysterious, I don't know what, I didn't get that far. But alluring to reader is special in some way) sam keeps his distance at first but they obviously start to like/fall for each other..... oh! And reader has a maid she's really close too, that's all I can remember I really hope someone knows what I'm talking about! Please help 🙏

#supernatural #mobster #mobster!samwichester #help plz #sam and dean #mob au #sam winchester #sam x reader #find a post #find again #the winchesters

[mybrainproblems]

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#i am deeply curious about what we'd get if dabb did a fully original work and not an adaptation or playing in someone else's sandbox #bloodlines was completely at odds with the existing world of spn but as a standalone i think had a lot of potential #like! monster mobsters in chicago? that shit could've been real good if it struck a balance of plot driven drama and cw camp #yes i am in full blown dabb apologia mode but i think his Themes are crunchy as hell and he's a good world builder #one of his weaknesses is character interiority which is something that can be shored up by having a writers room that *is* good at that #and he does seem to be good at bringing in writers who cover that weakness (glynn & yockey in spn) #here are some fighting words: i think berens unintentionally weakened dabb's Themes and characterization of dean #perhaps even doing as much damage as fuckleming with how some destiel fans perceive the text as a result of stanning berens

[lifewithaview]

MacGyver (1985-1992) The Gauntlet

S1E4

In the opening gambit, Mac gets a map with a troublesome Arab regime's plans from a heavily guarded garrison and uses its cleverly as main tool for his surprise escape. In the main story, Mac is sent by a publisher to retrieve press photographer Kate Connelly from a corrupt Central American country, but she insists to finish her assignment first, so he helps her exposing the secret police chief, General Antonio Vasquez, who is suspected to plan a coup, making a secret arms deal with mobster Dave Ryerson, an old adversary of Mac. They are caught, but Mac uses all his tricks to escape and get the photos out too, impressive enough to turn her into a frisky friend, while the army uses all its resource to chase them to the Mexican border stream...

#MacGyver #1985 #tv series #The Gauntlet #S1E4 #Kate Connelly #journalist #central america #mobster #dictator #general #corruption #action #adventure #crime #just rewatched #Richard Dean Anderson #Robin Curtis

[holylulusworld]

Our house (4)

Summary: You are in trouble and need fast cash. For the longest time you tried to be a good girl, now you need to break the rules all over again.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Thief!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Warnings: angst, language, criminal reader, mafia au, threats, scared reader,  kind of hostage situation, Dean can be scary as shit, he needs anger management too, there is fluff

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 3

“Good, you’re here,” Dean watches you walk inside the room, stopping in your tracks as you don’t know where to sit. “Food is ready.” 

It still feels odd to walk into the huge dining room of your kidnapper’s mansion. You try your best not to run out of the room the moment Dean’s eyes meet yours.

“Hi, uh—yeah,” clearing your throat you look at the large table in the middle of the room. There are fourteen free chairs you could use, but Dean points at the free place next to him. 

“Did you already settle in?” fuck, you’re not prepared to make conversation. Dean barely spoke to you since he caught you at his house. Now he seems to be in the mood to talk and you’ve got no clue how to react to him. “The room, is it nice? Do you need anything else?”

“It’s nice,” you mumble, still not looking at Dean. “Uh—thank you. I never had such a nice room. My dad was more into buying cheap furniture, not matching pillows and pink plushies. He meant well, though.” 

“I can buy you pink plushies too,” there is a hint of a smile on Dean’s face when you finally look at him. “Just saying, if that’s what thieves want these days.” He smirks when you open your mouth to say something, but giggle instead. 

“He thought a teenager wants plushies and stuff,” he nods thoughtfully, holding back a chuckle as you casually talk about your past. “At least he tried, right? Dad always wanted me to have a nice room.”

“He should’ve stayed out of my kind of business. Your father was a good man, with good intentions,” Dean leans back in his chair to observe your reaction. He watches you squirm in your seat. “I met your father once, at my father’s office.”

“Dad had no other choice,” you grit out. It’s hard to talk about your father and brother. Most of the time you pretend life didn’t fuck you and your family over. “He never wanted to end up dead.”

“Shit happens,” the mobster shrugs. “If you live your life the way my father and yours did, you end up dead. I don’t believe in fairytales and happy endings for people like me and my brother. I will end up dead in a dirty alley. Alone. There will be no one grieving. I am who I am, sweetheart.”

“You believe no one will grieve when you die?” your chair scrapes loudly over the floor when you get up to wrap your arms around Dean’s neck. You gasp, realizing too late what you just did.

Dean stiffly pats your back as he’s not used to people being affectionate toward him. Women usually only want a quick fuck, or to be seen with a dangerous mafia boss. There is no one in his life who cares about Dean.

“Uh—we should eat.”

“Oh, you’re right. Sorry,” you awkwardly retreat. “I-sorry. I’m a hugger. You—I. Fuck, I shouldn’t have just hugged you. It’s just…I always do so if someone seems to be sad and you looked sad.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Dean slowly gets up from his chair to cup your chin with two fingers. “You are babbling.” He smirks down at you. “We should eat now before you want to braid my hair or talk about my favorite flower.”

“I wouldn’t—what?” nervously spluttering you look up at Dean. He’s so confusing, scary and frustrating. “I only tried to be nice.”

“Tried. To. Be. Nice,” he hums, considering your words. Dean drops his eyes to your lips, feeling his heart beat a little faster when you place your hands on his chest. “We should eat now. It’s getting late, sweetheart.”

“Right.”

Dinner is pleasant but awkward. You try to focus on the food, which is, by all means, the best food you ever had. You remind yourself to thank his cook or whoever made the food for you and Dean later.

“Good, isn’t it?” he brings you out of your thoughts. “Ellen is the best. She makes great pie too. We will have a slice later.” You can’t believe the cold-blooded mobster gets excited over a slice of pie. 

“I like pie too,” you shyly glance at the man holding your fate in his hands. “My mom used to make the best pecan pie.”

“Pecan pie,” Dean licks his lips. “So, uh—the room is nice. Do you need anything else? Ladies stuff. I can ask Ellen to buy you the things you’ll need. It’s too dangerous for you to leave the mansion for now.”

“Why? The only one threatening my life is within this room,” his features darken for a moment. He furrows his brows before he jumps off his chair to slam it against the wall, making you jump off your chair.

“You don’t get it, sweetheart,” Dean pants heavily as he turns around to look at your terrified face. “I kept you here to keep you safe. Trenton wanted you to break into Dick Roman’s house. Do you have the slightest idea what that monster would’ve done to you? I made sure you broke into my house. I even promised that bastard to take him in and show him the ropes.”

“What? Why would you do such a thing?” everything Dean just said doesn’t make sense at all. Why keeping you safe? Why make sure you break into his house? “What?”

“You see,” he sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Roman is one of my nemeses. He tries to fuck me over at least thrice a year. I heard Trenton talk to you that day. I knew it was Roman’s house he was talking about and had to stop him.”

“I get that Roman is your enemy and that you hate him. But why save me? I was no one to you.”

“Don’t you get it?” he cups your face with both hands. “You were there the day I met your father. We talked and it was nice. You came back with your daddy once in a while and spent time with me.”

“You did this to save me?” you whimper as he presses his lips to your temple again. It’s a soft kiss and you’ve got no clue how to react to the things Dean just revealed.

Should you yell at him? Should you thank him?

“I just had to save you, sweetheart. It felt like the right thing to do,” he mumbles against your skin. “Cole Trenton was a piece of shit wanting to rat you out.”

“Dean, we should—” Sam enters the room, clearing his throat. Dean immediately steps away from you, acting as if he didn’t just kiss your temple. “We have to take care of business if you are done here.”

“Sure,” you watch Dean straighten his tie before he wordlessly leaves the dining room. “What do we need to take care of, Sammy?”

“It’s Sam.”

You’re pacing in front of Dean’s room, hands clutched to your chest. He owes you an explanation. “Y/N, you should be asleep,” Benny, one of Dean’s men softly says. He places one hand on your shoulder. “Dean won’t come back tonight. He’s on his way to an important meeting. Go to bed.”

“I can’t sleep, Benny.”

“Dean is a complicated man, mon cher. He doesn’t keep you here to hurt you or scare you. Boss can be a good man,” Benny whispers in your ear, “if you let him.”

“Why did he bring me here? Why would he protect me?” you ask, hoping to get some answers out of Benny. “What about Dick Roman. What’s his role in all of this?”

“Roman is a dangerous man, a monster. He kills children and women to get what he wants. Please stay here and listen to Dean. He’ll never let anything happen to you.”

“How shall I know?”

“Just…trust me in this…”

“Dean, what do you want with that girl? She’s not one of us. Just kick her out,” Sam argues loudly, waking you from your dreamless slumber. “If you don’t kick her out, I’ll do it.”

“She’s not your problem but mine,” Dean growls, and then there is commotion. It sounds like someone got pushed into the wall next to your door. “If you lay hands on Y/N, you will not like my answer. Stop acting as if it was my fault that bitch left you.”

“It was your fucking fault, Dean! I had a life! Amelia and I were perfect for each other,” the younger brother gets louder. “You had to come back and ruin everything for me.”

“She had a husband, Sammy! A fucking husband! What would have happened if you asked her to choose you, huh? I bet your fine girl would’ve chosen her husband.”

“You’ve got no clue about Amelia. She thought he’s dead,” Sam screams at the top of his lungs. “We could’ve worked things out.”

“Why? Only as you got a dog. For fuck’s sake, that woman lead you on and you act as if I killed her,” Dean yells back. “The girl in that room is innocent. She’s got nothing to do with our shit. Keep her out of our fight.”

“We don’t fight.”

“Oh, we don’t fight, Sammy?” you get out of the bed to press your ear to the door. “For years you give me the cold shoulder. I barely recognize you … us anymore. Are we even brothers?”

“You…you think we are not brothers anymore?” Sam seems to be hurt. He gasps audibly. “How can you think…”

“Well, you didn’t exactly act as if you care about being brothers anymore. Now, what’s your problem with Y/N.”

“You are all soft on her. I’m just worried that she’s bad for business.”

You swallow thickly as the brothers start to whisper. They slowly walk away, mumbling under their breath so you can’t hear what they are talking about.

“He just fought with his brother over me…”

“Morning, sweetheart,” Dean seems to be in a good mood as he walks into the kitchen. “So, what are your plans for today?”

“Uh—the same thing as yesterday. I will roam the mansion and try to find out what to do with the day,” you glance at the cup of tea Dean places in front of you. 

“If you are free, I’d like to show you something today,” he offers, glancing at you when you are not looking. “What do you say?”

“Does this include leaving the mansion?”

“Yes, this includes leaving the mansion,” the mobster smirks as you grasp for his wrist, harshly tugging at it. “Come on, let’s have breakfast first…”

Tags in reblog.

#Our house (4) #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #mobster!dean x reader #mobster!dean #mobster!dean x you #mobster!dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester SPN

[plotrelevantfidgetspinner]

Cause this has probably got another 10 or so hours until it’s done, here’s a closeup from my current WIP

#my art #castiel #supernatural #also btw I nearly left a fraction of deans head in the pic but that looked far too obviously like he was giving him a blowie #and I won’t promise something I won’t deliver #also trying something new with cas’ hair in this one #don’t like it he looks too Italian? #or atleast like a mobster

[valleydean]

Chapter 1 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) playlist | tip

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

PREVIEW:

An-gel Nov-ak! An-gel Nov-ak!

The crowd cheered for him from the bleachers of the world’s largest arena. Chicago Stadium had 26,000 seats, and every single one had been filled. There were men and women who paid more than they could afford for the rare chance of seeing the Heavyweight Champion of the World from the nosebleeds; and, sitting ringside, there were those who remained wealthy despite the turbulent times: celebrities and politicians, mobsters and socialites. All of their shouts sounded the same as they whooped and roared when Castiel knocked his opponent out in the seventh round.

Over an hour had passed since then. Now, the quiet hung like a curtain as Castiel stood in the center of the ring, and he assumed this would be the last time he’d ever perform in Chicago.

“What’s it like being back in your hometown?” the reporter from the Chicago Tribune had asked him in the post-fight press conference. Castiel had informed the man that Chicago wasn’t, in fact, his hometown. He’d never lived in the city. He’d only ever visited, and rarely. Besides, he hadn’t thought of Illinois as home for a very long time.

“After you retire at the end of the year, do you think Pretty Boy Winchester can win the title?” another reporter had asked. The question had made the raw, tender skin over Castiel’s knuckles stretch and burn when he tightened his fists under the table.

Yes, of course, I believe Dean will take my title next year. He’s more than deserving.

That had been his answer, the words coming out mindlessly from all the times he’d repeated himself before. They were truthful. He meant them. Castiel could tamp down the scalding pride in his chest at the thought of anyone but him wearing the belt. Because it wouldn’t be anyone. It would be the same man he’d look in the eyes every morning when he woke up.

Dean wanted the title, and he should have it. It was his turn and Castiel would support him every step of the way.

He’s more than deserving.

He just wished Dean had spoken to him before announcing to the world, right after Castiel’s first victory of the year when his wounds were still bleeding, that he would participate in a title fight after Castiel was gone. Maybe, if he’d given Castiel some kind of indication beforehand, it wouldn’t have felt like he was walking over Castiel’s grave.

Castiel scanned the arena outside of the ring. The house lights were on, making the place seem foreign and liminal. The spilled popcorn kernels, cigarette ash, and crumpled trash that lined the sticky floors served as the only signs that life had once been vibrant there. Castiel could still feel the hot overhead lights on his skin, just as surely as he felt the blood seeping onto his bandages and the bruises that would line his face tomorrow. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes.

Soon, bruises and blood would be a thing of the past. All the pain that came with victory wouldn’t plague him anymore. He could unclench his fists, relax his muscles, let his calloused knuckles soften and his bones heal from all the times they’d been broken.

He wondered if, like an ache on a rainy day, those fractured bones would remember the glory. If they’d whisper, or if they’d echo with yells.

An-gel Nov-ak!

The loud whining of a metal door struck the silence like a jab.

“Cas!”

The door clattered closed, and Castiel’s eyes fluttered open. His neck was starting to pinch. He leveled his chin and watched Dean stride down the aisle between the ringside seats, polished shoes crunching over debris as he went. He was still wearing his suit, his wool coat draped over his arm.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Dean complained. “The hell are you doing out here?”

“Thinking,” Castiel said simply, even though it felt like a lie. His mind had just been circling around the same thing it had been for nearly three months now: his retirement, and everything that went along with it. He’d asked Dean time and time again if he was doing the right thing. And, time and time again, Dean had assured him that he was.

He believed Dean, because Dean wanted what was best for him. They wanted what was best for each other. And yet, the question remained like a contusion on Castiel’s ribs.

Castiel resolved not to bother Dean with it anymore. The answer wouldn’t change, and neither would the circumstances. It was like Dean kept saying: it was okay to feel mixed emotions, and to be nostalgic. What Castiel felt was nothing more than that. Castiel would learn how to open his hands and put down the fight.

He still had eight months, two weeks, and a day to learn how.

Dean walked up the steps and ducked into the ring. “Okay. Thinking about what?” he asked, carefully hanging his coat on the ropes so it wouldn’t crease.

Castiel pressed his lips together and looked to the side, hoping to find an excuse. He remembered what the reporter from the Tribune had asked him. “My father used to take me to Chicago sometimes—before we had a car. He would make me load the pigs into the Studebaker wagon to trade them at the markets. The trip took almost nine hours. It smelled. But it was better than killing them.”

He brought his eyes back to Dean, who was furrowing his brow as if Castiel was insane.

“What?”

“You’re thinking about pigs?” Dean asked.

Castiel sighed wearily.

Dean shrugged. “Well, we could go see ‘em. If you want.”

Now, Castiel’s brow lined. “The pigs? I’m fairly certain they were slaughtered.”

“No, not the—” Dean groaned. “Your folks.”

Castiel would rather not.

“Might be nice,” Dean pressed on. “I wouldn’t mind meeting them.”

Castiel shook his head. “They don’t want to see me.”

“You mean, you don’t wanna see them?” Dean corrected, as if reading Castiel’s mind.

“I want to go to sleep,” Castiel answered, changing the subject. His face was beginning to pound, and he didn’t know if that was because of his wounds or the current topic. He walked from the center of the ring toward Dean, who was pouting.

“I thought we were gonna go out,” Dean reminded him. “Only got one more night here. I got some club recommendations before the fight.” He grinned handsomely, which he knew usually got him his way, and sauntered closer to Castiel. He wrapped his arms loosely around Castiel’s waist, making their chests brush. “Get some drinks in you and your face’ll hurt less.”

Castiel was exhausted, and it wasn’t as though Dean had never seen Chicago before, but he had promised Dean a night on the town.

“And you defended your title tonight,” Dean said. “That calls for a toast!”

“Is that what you want to do?” Castiel asked, his eyes drinking in Dean’s ruggedly enticing face. He cupped his sore hands around Dean’s elbows.

Dean smiled again. “Hell, yes!”

As much as Castiel wished he could rest, lying in bed right now wouldn’t be the same without Dean. He still hadn’t found a way to say no to Dean, anyway. “Fine. Then, let’s go.”

With a smug smile, Dean leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Castiel’s mouth. It stung a little, but Castiel gladly took the pain that came along with the warm feeling the kiss left.

Dean pulled away and headed for his coat, saying over his shoulder, “C’mon, go put your tie and jacket back on. I’ll go get us a cab.” He left the ring and hustled down the stairs, headed for an exit door.

Castiel lingered for another second, looking over his shoulder at the center of the ring. Beyond, the stadium was still vacant. When it had been filled and the crowd had been cheering his name, he’d felt as if he’d been flying. He wondered if this was what it would feel like after he retired: like he was being pulled to the ground.

Shaking the thought away, he exited the ring and went to the dressing room to collect his things.

#Let's FUCKIN GOOOO #destiel #deancas #destieledit #deancasedit #destiel fic #deancas fic #dean winchester #deanedit #castiel #casedit #castieledit #my writing #my post #heavyweight #boxing au

[petite-madame]

List of artworks I posted only on Twitter

There are some artworks/doodles/sketches, I only posted on Twitter. If you are interested here’s the 2022 list. Thank you so much for enjoying my art 🥰

Steve comes back from his time travel in Endgame sporting white hair (Steve/Bucky)

Happy Birthday Bucky (Bucky)

Medieval Bucky with very long hair - study (Bucky)

Bucky doesn’t share (Steve...looking good)

Steven Grant meeting Khonshu (Steven Grant & Khonshu)

Defender Strange relaxing at home (Defender Stephen Strange)

Art Dump - three artworks (including two Stucky artworks + a Captain America portrait)

Silver Fox Steve (Steve, inspired by a Mobster AU I did doodles for at the beginning of 2022. The other artwork was posted on Tumblr)

Crack art: Dr Strange sporting glasses (Stephen Strange)

Dr John Watson (dropped/unfinished artwork for a series)

Cute Steve and Bucky artwork (Stucky)

RDJ as Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie Sherlock)

Dean Winchester in his car (Dean)

Deliciously Decadent (Victorian Johnlock)

Portrait of young John Watson (John Watson)

Portait of young Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)

Portrait of young Mycroft Holmes (Mycroft)

And now, some rest until 2023...

#stucky #johnlock #stephen strange #steve rogers #bucky barnes #myart

[heavenssexiestangel]

Love & Pain Masterlist

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Lucifer/Gadreel/Dean

Series Word Count: 2765

Series Tags and Warnings: MOB AU, A/B/O AU, Mobster Lucifer, Mobster Gadreel, Alpha Lucifer, Alpha Gadreel, Omega Dean, Pregnant Dean, Mpreg, Established Relationship, Incest (Lucifer/Gadreel)

Written for: @spnrareships Rare Ship Friday

Beta by: @sugaraddictarchangels, @mariekoukie6661

Summary: Omega Dean Winchester has been in a relationship with Alpha brothers Lucifer and Gadreel for three years now. Their relationship is hard, especially because Lucifer and Gadreel are mated to each other, but not to Dean. Despite this, they make it work. When Lucifer and Gadreel leave Dean for a few days because of their job - a job Dean doesn't know much about, anyway - Dean is left to his own devices and thoughts. Not only that, but Dean finds out something that might jeopardize their relationship. How will the three of them navigate their relationship while dealing with a mob war, ghosts from the past, and an enemy they are not sure they can win against?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (Coming soon)

Chapter 3 (?)

#arthursknight writes #lucifer/gadreel/dean #lucifer/gadreel #gadreel/dean winchester #lucifer/dean winchester #ducifer #established relationship #a/b/o #alpha lucifer #alpha gadreel #omega dean #mobster lucifer #mobster gadreel #pregnant dean #gadreel my dearly beloved #dean dean dean #his own light #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Dean Obeidallah at The Dean's Report:

Everyone reading this knows that MAGA will try to tamper with the jurors--and even the witnesses—to help Donald Trump in his criminal trial that began Monday in New York. That is why the judge presiding over the case, Juan Merchan, ordered that the names of the prospective jurors be kept anonymous citing "a likelihood of bribery, jury tampering, or of physical injury or harassment of juror(s)."  While Trump’s lawyers will be provided with the potential  juror’s names so they can research them, Judge Merchan’s partial gag order expressly bars Trump from “making or directing others to make public statements about any prospective juror or any juror in this criminal proceeding” as well as witnesses. That is something you would expect in a criminal trial for a mob boss or leader of a terrorist movement.  But then again, Trump is both a mob boss and the leader of domestic terrorist movement as the head of the violent, criminal enterprise known as MAGA.

In fact, Trump has been called the “Teflon Don” after New York mobster John Gotti who escaped criminal convictions in a few high profile cases in the 1980’s.  Those cases are instructive as to what we may see from MAGA in Trump’s current case. In Gotti’s first well-publicized criminal case in 1986, his minions threatened a witness who conveniently got a case of amnesia in the courtroom and was unable to identify Gotti as the man who robbed and assaulted him. Gotti walked. And then in Gotti’s 1987 trial, a person named George Pape was able to get on the jury by withholding information that he was a close friend of someone connected to Gotti.  Once on the jury, Pape was paid $60,000 by a Gotti intermediary to help the mobster beat the case—which Gotti did. Pape was later charged and convicted for crimes in connection with this bribe. In 1992, though, when there was neither jury nor witness tampering, Gotti was convicted of very serious felonies.

Turning to Trump’s case, on Monday we already saw clear evidence that MAGA would attempt to tamper with Trump’s jury to help him. One of the most jarring and overt attempts came from MAGA Rep. Byron Donalds who told viewers Monday on Newsmax to get on the jury and vote to acquit Trump regardless of the evidence. I’m not exaggerating. The Florida Congressman stated, “My plea is to the people of Manhattan that may sit on this trial: Please do the right thing for this country.”  He continued, “Everybody’s allowed to have their political viewpoints, but the law is supposed to be blind and no respecter of persons.” At this point, if Donalds had ended his plea by saying please follow the evidence and be guided accordingly, that would be fine. Instead, this MAGA soldier directly told the people of Manhattan who might be watching: “This is a trash case, there is no crime here, and if there is any potential for a verdict, they should vote not guilty.”

Here is a sitting member of Congress telling people who watch the pro-Trump Newsmax that if they live in Manhattan and are called to be a juror on the case, they should ignore the evidence and vote to acquit Trump. All that was missing was the $60,000 payment that Gotti offered the juror in his case. Then there was Fox News contributor Clay Travis who Monday morning—with the Trump jury selection about to begin—made an even more direct appeal to his more than one million followers on Twitter to ignore the evidence and help Trump.  Travis wrote, “If you’re a Trump supporter in New York City who is a part of the jury pool, do everything you can to get seated on the jury and then refuse to convict as a matter of principle, dooming the case via hung jury. It’s the most patriotic thing you could possibly do.”

Travis—with the line “do everything you can to get seated on the jury” -- was telling prospective jurors to follow the Gotti playbook of withholding vital information from the court of their obvious bias. Then ignore the evidence and cause a hung jury. In response to Travis’s post, Democratic Rep. Eric Swalwell—a former prosecutor—tweeted: “Jury tampering. That’s what they do. *It’s a felony.”  And National security attorney Bradley Moss  wrote on social media, “Clay is arguably conspiring to commit jury tampering here by encouraging someone to deliberately engage in jury nullification.” Those two were the most in your face attempts at jury tampering. Others, like MAGA Rep. Elise Stefanik from New York, were more subtle in trying to influence prospective jurors in her home state. On Monday she wrote on Twitter that the judge presiding over the case was “corrupt” and that this was, “A 6-8 week show trial... Total election interference.” This line of attack-- echoed by many Republicans including MAGA Senator JD Vance-- is a more subtle form of jury tampering where these elected officials are intentionally attempting to influence prospective jurors about the case before they see the evidence.

Dean Obeidallah bringing the heat on MAGA jury tamperers in the Trump business deal falsification trial.

#Donald Trump #Byron Donalds #Clay Travis #People of New York v. Trump #John Gotti #Donald Trump Trial #Elise Stefanik #J.D. Vance #Eric Swalwell #Jury Tampering

[mybrainproblems]

Have not worked out the details but Sam and Dean should've worked a bizarre case in New Jersey that is so weird it seems like it's gotta be monsters but it turns out to be regular-ass human mobsters

Look. There's this amazingly good diner in Jersey where a guy stashed his uncle's (?) corpse in the walk-in fridge after murdering him over inheritance shit. Headcanon that hunters mostly avoid Jersey bc it's so hard to tell when it's humans or monsters.