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Destiel Trope Collection 2023: Masterlist
Welcome to the masterlist for 2023 and thank you to everyone who sent in their fics to this collection! There are 313 fics this year which is a great number! I hope you all find something you love from here!
Day 1 | Roommates Day 2 | S15 Fix-It's Day 3 | Kid Fics  Day 4 | Mutual Pining Day 5 | Magical/Fantasy Day 6 | Hurt/Comfort Day 7 | Angst With A Happy Ending Day 8 | Case Fic Day 9 | Sam Ships It Day 10 | Canon Divergent Day 11 | Discovering One's Sexuality/Coming of age Day 12 | Love confessions Day 13 | BDSM Day 14 | First Responder AU Day 15 | Everyone Knows But Them Day 16 | Two Person Love Triangle Day 17 | Friends to Lovers Day 18 | Accidental Marriage Day 19 | Bed Sharing Day 20 | Soulmate Day 21 | Drunken Confessions (in vino veritas) Day 22 | Domestic Day 23 | Slow Burn Day 24 | Firsts Day 25 | Enemies to Lovers Day 26 | Fluff Day 27 | Omegaverse Day 28 | Canon Compliant Day 29 | Friends With Benefits Day 30 | Wing Fic Day 31 | Fake Dating
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zepskies · 6 months
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In Bad Weather
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Pairings: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader || Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy (background)
Summary: You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along?
[Set in S15 - "Fix It" for season finale]
AN: I had to finish the finale (maybe?) of this story verse before the end of Hispanic Heritage Month. 😘 This is the third installment of "Midnight Espresso!"
Song Inspo: “We Made It” by H.E.R. (<- On repeat. Seriously if you haven't heard this one, you'll thank me later.)
Word Count: 7,600
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smutty smut, angst, hurt/comfort, body insecurity, body appreciation, heartache, followed by the fluffiest fluff…
☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist
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Al Mal Tiempo
Dean can’t remember the last time he woke up quite like this.
“Shit,” he grunts, clenching fists into the sheets.
He hears a muffled giggle underneath them.
He’s lying on his back, one knee starting to bend as he jolts on reflex. But familiar hands are holding down his thighs, as even more familiar lips caress him through his sweatpants.
Dean raises up the blankets and sheets to see your slightly frizzy-haired head pop up. Your playfully mischievous eyes meet his.
“Hey,” you greet him.
He raises a brow at you, smiling incredulously. “Hey.”
You then give him an annoyed look. “Do you mind? I was working on something.”
You try and cover yourself back up with the blankets, but Dean tosses them down your body. He wants to see you in that tank top and those little shorts. He's already getting a nice view of cleavage, no bra, and you’re straddling his thighs. His knees slide up to press against your ample behind.
“I do mind, actually.” His voice is still coarse with sleep. He clears it a little, and he smirks. “I was getting some good Zs in. You know, before I was interrupted.”
Your hands glide smoothly up his thighs, your nails catching on the fabric. You tilt your head at him.
“You really want me to stop?” you ask. Dean can’t readily respond, because he felt the shape of your words against his dick.
He moans, his eyes closing, fingers gripping the mattress under him when your mouth and tongue continue to outline the shape of his cock through his pants.
“I think I could finish you just like this,” you tell him, and still, your lips never leave him. “Or…maybe I’m feeling generous.”
Your nails hook on the waistband of his old sweatpants. The elastic has practically no give as you pull down the hem and expose his risen length. Shooting him one more smile, you let your hands glide across his sternum and hips before you finally take his waiting cock into your mouth.
You love the sound of Dean’s voice, especially when you have him like this. His hand buries in your hair, tangling in the curls.
“Fuck, baby…” he mutters.
That’s kinda the idea, you want to say, but your mouth is preoccupied. Your lips and tongue move over him slowly. And soon your hands join to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking whatever you can’t take fully in your mouth.
You know he’s enjoying himself when his hand tightens in your hair. His breathing becomes labored, but still too steady for your liking.
You decide to pick up the pace. In your mind you think of a song to keep a good rhythm.
Devórame otra vez, ven, devórame otra vez…
Que la boca me sabe a tu cuerpo. Desesperan mis ganas por ti…
“Wait, wait,” Dean says, guttural in his throat. He stops you for a moment with his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him in confusion, but you oblige him.
“What’s wrong?” you ask in concern.
“Nothin’.” He shoots you a weary, lopsided smile. “Just thinking I want to have enough mojo to give you a good morning too.”
You snort. Mojo. This man.
But you shake your head. “You’re the winner today, baby. I just wanna make you feel good.”
It’s been a long year. You all had dealt with Michael taking Dean from you, at least for a while. Now Michael is gone, thanks to Jack, and they’d managed to reunite Jack back with his soul…but there’s still Chuck to deal with. It hangs over you all like a malevolent cloud.
So you want to help Dean take his mind off all that, just for a little while. And maybe part of you thinks that if you love him that much more, he won’t despair as much over how Chuck has been manipulating the brothers Winchester…basically their entire lives.
You shouldn’t have been surprised, however, when Dean grasps your arms and tugs you up until you’re level with his chest. His hand finds your cheek, brushing his thumb there, then slides into your hair.
He smirks. “We can both be winners.”
A smile spreads across your lips, just before he pulls you into a kiss. Passion grows one into many, with hands disappearing under each other’s clothes to remove them.
Strong hands part your thick thighs further, and long fingers find their way down between them. First teasingly along the seam of your pussy, then slipping inside to get you ready for him.
Your face buries in his neck as you moan encouragements into his ear, not all of them in English. By now, he’s learned a lot of what you whisper in Spanish. It still makes electricity spark down his spine, no matter what language you’re speaking in.
He knows when it’s time when the warm inner walls of your core are slick and gripping his fingers tight. But when he removes them, you shudder.
Both of you are breathing hard by the time he actually lines himself up inside of you. You use his shoulders for leverage, and the pads of his fingers circle insistently around your clit as you slowly sink down on his cock.
A keening cry escapes from your throat, while his free hand grips hard on your ass.
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts. Your walls are already fluttering around him, squeezing him like a vice.
You pant for breath. Your loose hair falls around both of you, shielding you from all other thoughts and sensations other than this.
“You feel so good,” you breathe, shifting your hips experimentally. “Always so good.”
Dean nods, and you know what it means: For me too.
He sits up and crushes you against him, bare breasts against his chest. (He loves the feeling.) He wraps an arm around your back and twists, until you’re underneath him and laying against his pillows. He encourages your thighs to stay wrapped around his waist as he begins to pound into you.
You breathe a short laugh. “Can’t let me stay on top?”
Dean grins. He grabs your hand and manages to press a kiss to your palm in between strokes. He knew what you were trying to do earlier, by taking care of him, but he can’t help it. He’s a giver.
And he knows exactly how to give it to you, shifting the angle of his hips to have you arching underneath him, gasping, clinging to his arms.
Thanks to your earlier treatment, that about does it for him. He can’t stop himself from a shuddering release inside you (praise be for birth control, you think), but he still makes sure you come with him. He strokes your clit at the same time as his last deep strokes, and soon your voice washes over him as you call his name.
Afterwards, Dean rests his forehead against your shoulder, laying a kiss above your breast. He just woke up a few minutes ago, and he’s already tired.
“Okay. I need a damn nap,” he pants.
A giggle pours out of you. You rub his back soothingly.
“That’s what you get for doing all the work,” you tease. “I tried to help you.” 
“Help with what?”
Both you and Dean freeze at the sound of Jack’s voice. He’s just opened the door to your bedroom like you two hadn’t expressly reminded him about privacy.
You yelp in shock, and Dean’s face screws up in a glare as he reaches back fast for the closest blanket to yank over you both.
“What the hell!”
“Oh…sorry,” Jack says, shielding his own eyes. “Sam just wanted me to tell you that breakfast is ready.”
“You didn’t need to tell them right this second!” Sam calls from down the hall.  
“Knock, man! We knock on closed doors in this house!” Dean says. House. Bunker. Whatever.
He adds, “Or better yet, when my door’s closed, you give it a five-foot perimeter. Understand?”
Jack nods quickly and flees the room. “Sorry!”
The door slams shut behind him. Dean shakes his head. You can almost see the fumes coming out of his ears. You’re embarrassed and blushing, but you’re also biting your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing.
Dean looks down at you.
“It’s not funny. He needs to fuckin’ learn,” he says. His brows are still furrowed, but his mouth twitches upwards. “Should’ve locked that damn door.”
You reach up and twine your arms around his neck. Your lips get tantalizingly close to his.
“You’re still balls-deep inside me,” you remind him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “It’s kinda funny.”
Dean’s lips purse. He doesn’t want to smile, but you’re making it difficult. Your hands slide down his chest, toying with his nipples as they go. You press a kiss to his throat. Meanwhile, your thighs squeeze his hips, reminding him of where he's still deeply buried. You smile when he utters a faltering sound.
"You tryin' to start something else I'll have to finish?" he teases. You give him a playfully narrowed look.
"Sure you got the mojo?" you toss back.
Raising a brow, Dean shifts out of you a few inches, just to push his half-hard cock back inside. You moan a bit, brows furrowed when the move stirs a tremor of arousal in your core. He hardens up fully at the sound, at the feeling of you clenching around him.
He smiles. “Well, well. I’m thinkin’ Round 2 after all.”
You smirk up at him and give his ass a nice little smack. “Then it's my turn for a ride.”
With a huff, he lets the twist of your hips and soft hands push him onto his back.
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In the aftermath of Round 2, both of you are spent before you’ve even gotten out of bed. It’s a rare lazy morning where you don’t want to be bothered with another hunt, or even getting dressed just yet.
You have the cover of the warm sheets and blankets. Your back rests against Dean’s side, up against the headboard. His arm is wrapped around you, his hand intertwined with yours as you play with his fingers.
He’s catching up on Dr. Sexy MD, but you’re admittedly lost in thought. You bring his hand to your lips, and you just hold it there.
Dean glances at you and finally notices your contemplation. He strokes a thumb over your ring and pointer fingers.
“You okay?” he asks.
When you register his voice, you merely nod. But Dean isn’t convinced.
“Baby,” he presses.
It finally earns your attention. You look over at him, and you realize that he knows you too well to be fooled. You sigh, in a way that has Dean pausing his show and giving you his full attention.
“What’re you thinking about?” he asks.
With your free hand, you rub at your eyes and cheek. “Sam and Eileen. My heart just fucking breaks for them.”
You’re thinking about what happened a couple of weeks ago. After learning that Chuck manipulated Sam, who found the spell to bring Eileen back to life, she just…left.
Part of you wants to be angry with her; you love Sam like he’s your own brother. But you understand her as well. Being tied to Sam and Dean Winchester is like being tied to twin hurricanes. You’ve just been in this for far too long to let go of them now.
Dean nods at your admission, but he doesn’t have an answer for you. He hurts for his brother too. Part of him even feels a little guilty, having what he has with you, when Sam’s bit of happiness just keeps slipping out of his fingers.
“Maybe they just need some time to sort themselves out. Cooler heads and all that,” he says.
Time. You hope that’s all they need. However, it also makes you wonder about other things.
“That’s not it, is it?” Dean asks. He’s watching you shrewdly, and your lips thin into a line.
“Dean, what if…”
“Yeah?”
You hate yourself for even thinking it, let alone saying it. But you and Dean had survived this long on honesty, above all else. You can’t hide this from him anymore.
“What if Chuck manipulated us too?” you ask, in a small voice.
Dean’s face slackens. His hand releases yours, and he turns to face you more fully.
Emotion begins to clog in your throat and burn in your eyes.
“What if you and I would’ve never met if…” Your voice trembles, unshed tears clouding your vision. “And even if we did, would you still have kissed me that night? When we got back from that hunt—”
“Hey,” Dean protests, but now that you’ve begun, you can’t stop yourself from spilling your latest insecurities—the ones you’ve been holding onto ever since Chuck revealed himself as the villain of the whole world.
“I mean, what am I?” you ask. “Just the diversity casting in Chuck’s story?” 
“Don’t you say that shit to me,” Dean angrily snaps.
You gape incredulously. “Excuse me?”
“You fucking heard me.”
You feel how tense his body is, but your temper snaps just as well.
“Oye, mira ver,” you warn him.
You’ve levied that at him enough times that he knows all too well what it means. 
“Watch it, my ass,” he retorts. “You should know better than that.”
You frown at him, but he reads the thread of insecurity in the downturn of your lips, in your eyes that are starting to shine with tears. That always breaks him down.
Dean sighs and reaches for you then, cupping your cheek and brushing a thumb tenderly at the corner of your eye. He’s even angrier at Chuck for making you doubt yourself…and doubt him. 
“Come ‘ere,” Dean says.
You hesitate, but you go willingly back into his arms. You turn over and let him gather you against his chest. You rest against him. Your head tucks under his chin, and your leg slips between both of his.
“I love you,” he says, and his voice rumbles above your head. “That’s it. That’s all that matters.”
You bite your lip. “But—”
“No buts,” he says. Though his lips slowly tug at a smile. “Well, not that kind anyway.”
He gives your bare ass a playful squeeze under the sheets. You huff in amusement and swat him back.   
“Ya, coño. Enough,” you say with a laugh. “I probably have bruises back there.”
He just grins. “So you get what I’m saying?”
You let out a sigh. You push back enough to see his face, and you give him a soft smile.
“Yeah.”
Dean nods, but he still sees the worry in your eyes. He tries to stamp down the rest of your insecurities with a kiss, slow and deep.
You break away from him after a while to ask, “Ready for coffee?”
Dean sighs through his nose, but he hums in agreement.
“Will you make it how I like?” he asks.
A smile breaks across your face. 
“Café con leche?” you offer. 
He nods. “Yeah, please.” 
“So polite,” you remark with a raised brow. “What a change of pace.”
His mouth edges into a smirk. When you turn to get out of bed, he makes sure to give your ass one last smack. You jump a little with a yelp, but he catches your smile in the mirror above the dresser.  
Dean watches you shake out your curls and get ready for the day. You spend a lot of time blow-drying and straightening your hair, but he likes it like this too. Natural and wild. 
He likes that you wear the “dream catcher” (formerly known as your hole-ridden Journey shirt) a lot less. He likes that you’ve stopped feeling the need to wear anything to bed at all, if you don't feel like it; that you’re more comfortable with yourself. Comfortable with him.
But your smile drops. Dean sees the gears of your mind continuing to churn as you get dressed.
He has a feeling, despite his best efforts, that you’re still not convinced about the Chuck thing. And while Dean won’t admit it, that cuts him deep.   
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Three years ago…
Las Cruces, New Mexico
The first time Dean met you was, of course, in a bar.
It didn’t take all that long for him to notice you, if he remembers right. 
You’d agreed to play pool with some guy who also speaks Spanish with you, and you seem genuinely into the game. So much so, that you don’t seem to notice how the guy is eyeing you. 
Dean doesn’t like the way the man’s gaze drags over your every abundant curve. Yeah, he’s been doing the same thing, but he likes to think he’s a little more classy about it.
He’s sitting at the bar with a half-drunk beer in his hand, watching the game out of the corner of his eye. He’s so invested that his beer is already flat and unpleasant, but when has that stopped him before?
…But then, Dean notices what you’re doing. You’re playing possum, making bad shots on purpose. His mouth curves behind his beer.
Little minx. 
Until you sweep the guy for all his money, that is. 
Dean watches the show in amusement. Secretly, he notes appreciation for the tight jeans, V-necked top and ankle boots. The red lipstick is the same shade as your manicured nails, and it all works well for you. The fullness of that pretty mouth would certainly work well for him.
He catches the way you sweep your hair out of the way, and the deceptive concentration in your eyes when you line up a shot on the second round. Your first turn.  
You then sink each of your cue balls expertly, without missing one. 
The swindled man gets mad, shouting at you in Spanish. You reply to him calmly as you lean on your cue stick. He gets even louder and reaches for the money, but before Dean would’ve intervened, you stab at the man’s foot with the cue. 
Your quick and clever hand gathers the money that you won, but because you seem to be kind at your core, you leave him thirty bucks for “gasolina” while he holds his foot. 
You surprise Dean further by joining him at the bar.
“Good game,” he says, giving you props with a smile.
You give him a smile back. “Thank you. Want to join me for another one?”
Your English is smooth, and so is your voice. Dean raises a brow at you.
“Even though I saw your little takedown there?” he asks. “Think I just saw all your moves.”
You laugh a little. “Not all of them.”
Was that a bit of flirtation in your eyes? Dean’s smile deepens into a smirk.
“But don’t worry,” you say. “I know how to play fair.”
He hits you with a bit of charm, lowering his voice with (he thinks) just the right amount of flirtation back.
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
Your smile deepens too, despite your blush.
Cute, he thinks, before he follows you back to the scene of the crime. AKA: the nearest pool table.
Dean wracks up the billiards and sets up a new game. You hand him his cue, and he gestures at you.
“Winner goes first,” he says graciously.
“Hmm, thought you were gonna say ladies first,” you reply.
“That too,” Dean says. “I’m a gentleman, after all.”
You snort in response. “I’m sure you are…”
“Dean,” he supplies. He earns your name by the time he sinks four balls in a row.
You sigh as you level him with a look. You seem to realize that the two of you are more than evenly matched.
“Don’t worry,” he says, shooting you a grin. “I won’t take all your money.”
And yet, when it gets down to it, he misses his last shot by a hair.
You watch him suspiciously when you two make it back to the bar.
“You wouldn’t have thrown that last shot on purpose, would you?” you ask.
Dean ducks his head and smiles, somewhat liking the fact that you caught him red-handed. You’re smart. 
“Now, what kind of gentleman would I be to take your ‘hard-earned’ cash?” he asks. It earns a burst of laughter from you, with the shine of your teeth.
“You could buy me a beer though,” he shrugs.
“Wow. Okay, Señor Smooth,” you tease. Though you get the bartender’s attention and get him a fifth of whiskey instead, of the good stuff too.
Dean considers asking you out right there. Sam is waiting back at the motel, but Dean is willing to book another room just to get you to himself for the night. And if possible, for however long he’s in town. 
“You know,” you say after a while, halfway through your Long Island iced tea. “The thing you’re hunting? It’s not a garden variety spirit…it’s El Duende. Creepy hobgoblin, basically. I’ve been tracking it from three cities over.”
Dean is figuratively (and almost literally) set back on his heels. He tilts his head at you, furrowing his brows.
“You’re a hunter?” he asks.
You laugh at the look on his face. “I saw you and another mountain man at the police station earlier…though nice look on the FBI get up. Think your ID guy could hook me up with a new CIA badge?”
Dean smiles. This is gonna be fun. 
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Now: 
People were starting to disappear.
Billie, the new Death, was doing this. Dean was convinced. And Sam thought everyone from the Apocalypse world (and others who shouldn’t exist in this world) would be on her list. Ultimately, you all couldn’t save anyone. Not even Eileen. 
You and Dean both comforted Sam on that terrible night. Though he was still distraught as he decided to organize the other refugees with Jack and Donna. 
You stuck with Dean in his plan to raid Death’s library for Chuck’s book; the only thing in the world that told the story of how he would meet his end. 
You chose to back up Dean in his plan, but really, neither you or Castiel thought it was a good idea to poke the bear known as Billie. Not for a book that none of you could read, except for Death herself.
But now here you are, in Death’s library, watching with worry as Dean holds Death’s own scythe against her.
“I didn’t hurt your friends,” Billie grits out.
“What?” Dean asks.
She laughs humorlessly. “You’re in the wrong place, Dean.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“People are gettin’ gone. I’m guessing it’s Chuck,” she says. “And that means, you’re just wasting time.”
Her hands are braced against the weapon poised at her throat. She already has a stab wound in her shoulder. She tells him that the earlier wound he gave her has festered. It’ll never heal. Eventually, it’ll kill her.
But she intends to take you, Dean, and Castiel with her.
Billie becomes the hunter, following the three of you back through the portal into the bunker. Dean’s hand is so tight around your arm, making sure you’re keeping up with him and never falter. Castiel does his best get you and Dean to safety. And after he wards it against her with his own blood, only the old dungeon is safe for you all.
For now.
Billie pounds on the door, over and over. She’ll break through the warding eventually.
You grab onto Dean’s sleeve, just to hold onto him. He brings you close to him in a protective embrace. You see the panic in his eyes as his mind scrambles to find a way out of here, knowing deep down that there’s nothing any of you can do. Castiel is nearly powerless. You’re all trapped. 
“That wound is killing her,” Cas says. “We might be able to wait her out.”
His gaze is on the floor, though he briefly looks up at Dean. He shakes his head.
“And if we can’t?”
“Then we fight.”
Dean shakes his head. He pulls away from you to lean against the wall.
“We’ll lose,” he says. Your heart breaks at the way he looks, shame-ridden and defeated. “I just led us into another trap…all because I couldn’t end Chuck. Because I was angry, and because I needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”
His eyes are red and burning. Yours swim with tears of dismay. You want to correct him as he continues to vent, speaking with a certainty that it was Chuck all along.
Dean looks at you then, and at Cas. He’s close to tears when he says they should’ve stayed with Sam and Jack. That everyone was about to die. And he can’t stop it. And he can’t stop Billie when she breaks through that door.
You don’t know what to tell him to ease his guilt. All you know is that despite everything, you made your choice to support him in this. To stay with him. 
You made your choice a long time ago, you realize.
“Wait,” Cas says. His blue eyes burn with realization. “There’s one thing she’s afraid of. One thing…strong enough to stop her.”
Dean’s eyes widen. Cas uses what strength he has left to push you and Dean away, and he summons the Empty.
Dean pulls you further along with him as the formless void coils up like ink through the walls and cement floors. It drags Billie into its darkness, but it claims Castiel with it, as it once promised it would.
After the angel gives up his life, you and Dean are holding each other against the wall, on the ground, shaking and each rocked to the core.
You’re able to break out of your shock sooner than Dean, who just saw his best friend die.  
You kneel beside him while he sits, and you hold him to you while you cry. He can’t speak, but you know his guilt is eating at him.
His phone rings, startling you both, and it’s Sam. Dean can’t answer it. He covers his face, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, as if that could stop the ache in his chest. You press a kiss to his hair, his temple.
“He saved us, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you tell him. He shakes his head. You know he doesn’t believe you, but when he grasps your arm, his hold is desperate. 
“It’s me,” he says. His voice is shaking and ragged. “Everything I do turns to shit. Everyone around me pays the price. That’s just how it is…if you were smart, you’d hightail it as far as fucking possible from me.”
Your breath gets trapped in your lungs. Your heart feels like it’s shattering.
“Dean…baby, look at me,” you say with a sniffle. You gently hold his face, and he lets you raise him up. Your eyes are bright with new conviction.
“No one," you tell him, "not even Chuck can force me to love you the way I do. And not a damn thing can stop me from staying with you.”
Dean has tears burgeoning in his eyes. You caress his cheek, rough with stubble he’s let go too long.
“There’s a saying. Al mal tiempo, buena cara,” you tell him. His face shows a glimmer of confusion. “At bad weather, put on a happy face. It means even in difficult times, there’s still a reason to keep going. Right now, you are my reason.”
Dean considers that. He squeezes your arms unconsciously, as if grounding himself in you.
At the very least, he’s grateful that he’s not alone. And after a moment, he nods. You press a kiss to his cheek, and then his forehead. His eyes close at your comfort, your affection. He doesn’t think he deserves it, but he accepts it anyway.
“Come on, let’s get you off the floor,” you say. You start to help him up…but your body stills. You feel a strange prickling across your skin. 
Dean notices the shift, with growing unease in his gut. He grips you tighter and calls your name in concern.
Your gasp is the last bit of your voice that Dean hears before he watches you turn to dust in his arms.  
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Buena Cara
Last year…
It’s the morning after you and Dean shared a midnight espresso. The morning after your first kiss, your first confession, and your first time.
He wakes tangled up in you, and the sheets, which are somehow tied up in knots around his legs and yours.
“What’d you do here, woman?” he asks.
His voice is still gruff with sleep, and he lays on his stomach. You giggle almost silently next to him. You’re lying on your back with the sheets somehow covering up to your chest. One of your legs is tangled with his.
“Nothing,” you claim. He snorts and moves closer. His lips find your shoulder, lazily burning a path downwards. But when he grips the sheet and tries to expose more of you, you grasp his wrist on reflex.
Brows furrowing, Dean glances up at your face. You’re biting your lip, and he sees signs of insecurity in your eyes.
“You haven’t seen me in the daytime yet,” you joke. Yet another one that isn’t really a joke, Dean realizes.
He really wishes he could find your goddamn ex and bash his skull in. Because Dean would like nothing more than to just spend the rest of the day in this bed, mapping out the smooth expanse of your tan skin.
So he slips his arm underneath you. You utter a little squeal in protest, but he manhandles you until you’re resting on his chest, bare skin against bare skin. You look down at him with fondness, touching his cheek. Dean stares up at you with a reserved frown.
“What’s it gonna take, huh?” he asks. It’s like you don’t believe he wants you, even now.
You bite your lip as your fears creep in behind your eyes, like black ink coiling in your mind. That he just likes your personality. That maybe he just wanted to try something “different” with you, a thicc-thighed, fat-assed Latina, instead of the petite, slender girls you’ve seen him go after in bars.
“You could have anyone, Dean,” you point out.
Dean’s frown deepens, his brows furrowing. His hands lower on your back, squeezing the curve of your waist and soft hips.
“Anyone’s not naked in my bed,” he says. His voice is stern and matter-of-fact.
You attempt a smile, but he’s not convinced. He blows out a breath and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“Your ex sure did a number on you, didn’t he?” he remarks. 
Your eyes widen. The more you think about it, maybe he did.
But maybe it wasn’t just him…
You tear up and blink against them, trying not to let them fall. You had thought you were happy with your curves. You really did.
You didn’t realize you had internalized so many of these negative thoughts about yourself, but here Dean was, forcing you to confront them. You’re grateful, but you also don’t know what to say.
Dean’s brows draw together. He holds your cheek. 
“Okay. It’s all right. We’ll work on it.” He kisses your forehead. He also wipes a tear from your cheek. “Don’t cry, baby.”
A laugh gets choked in your throat. “You should know this about me by now. I’m a crier.”
“Yeah, you’re also rockin’ a bit of sex hair,” he says, tangling his fingers further in the wily strands. “My kinda woman.”
You sigh through your nose. This man.
You can’t help but smile softly. The tip of your finger traces his jawline, down to his chin.
“Want me to make some coffee?” you offer. “I can have you try a cortadito with breakfast.”
“What’s that?” Dean asks.
“Two shots of espresso, warm frothy milk on top,” you reply. 
“God, two shots? It’s a wonder you ever sleep,” he quips. “But I do like the sound of frothy. I’ll whip us up some eggs.”
“And bacon?” you ask.
“Of freakin’ course, bacon.”
With that agreement, you two slowly get out of bed, shower, and go to the kitchen, where Sam looks bleary-eyed and annoyed at the kitchen table with his coffee mug. But he doesn’t have it in his heart to truly be mad at you and Dean. 
“I’m happy for you guys,” Sam says wryly. “Just, next time, put a sock on the door or something. So I know when to break out the ear plugs.”
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Sam finds Dean sprawled on the dining room floor the next morning after Castiel has died, and you have disappeared, along with everyone else on Earth. 
Dean is surrounded by empty beer and liquor bottles. Sam’s heart clenches as he starts to help his brother.
“All right, let’s get you off the floor,” he says. 
In his words, Dean only hears your voice. He shoves Sam off him and stumbles into the kitchen.
There Jack is starting to wash dishes. He takes your little cafetera coffee maker from the stove, preparing to dump the old grounds. Dean grabs it out of his hand.
“Leave it alone,” Dean snaps. He slams it back on the stove where you left it. 
Jack is wide-eyed, but Sam gives his brother a patient warning with his eyes. Dean ignores it and heads for his room.
“Sorry,” Sam says on behalf of his brother. 
Jack shakes his head with tears in his eyes. “It’s okay, I…I understand.” 
He already misses you too. You’d become a kind of older sister to him…and Castiel. Well. Cas was the father Jack will never have again.  
Sam agrees with a nod, clapping Jack comfortingly on the back. 
Sam ventures down the long halls of the bunker to Dean’s room. He pushes the cracked open door, and sees his brother sat hunched on the edge of his bed, hands bracing on his knees.
Sam walks in, swings Dean’s desk chair around, and sits down across from his brother. He rests his forearms on his knees and waits. 
When Dean eventually looks up with red-rimmed eyes, Sam’s heart breaks a little more. For Dean, and for himself.
“We’re going to end this,” Sam promises him.
“We tried to give Chuck what he fucking wanted,” Dean reminds. “We offered to end ourselves, man. He wouldn’t bite. He won’t bring ‘em back.”
Dean’s voice cracks at the end there. Sam takes a deep breath, and lets it out just as slowly.
“We’ll figure out a way,” he says. “We always do.”
“That’s just it,” Dean says, with tired, glassy eyes. “I don’t think we can do it this time.”
Sam’s throat tightens. “Then I’ll believe for both of us.” 
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By the time Chuck is done snapping his fingers, Sam, Dean, and Jack are the only people left on Earth.
Until they encounter the Michael of this world, formerly trapped in the cage. They hatch a plan. And even though the angels don’t cooperate, they manage to play straight into the real plan.
Jack is the ace up Team Free Will’s sleeve, and as it turns out, that bomb inside the kid (made of the first Adam’s rib) was good for something. The nephilim absorbs the power of Lucifer, Michael, and ultimately Chuck himself. 
Jack is the one who saves the world. 
Before Dean leaves with his brother and Jack, away from that grassy cliffside in Lebanon, he turns to Chuck.
“Answer me this. Did you…” Dean says, struggling with how to formulate his question. “Meeting my girl. Was that us? Or was it just another manipulation?”
Sam watches his brother with concern. He sees the way Dean’s hand is already itching for his gun. Chuck is human now, and Sam knows how tempting it would be to truly end it.
Chuck himself is still prone on the ground, sitting up with wariness behind his eyes.
“I didn’t tug on that thread, actually,” he admits. “Made sense to let you have a glimmer of happiness, something to hold onto. To fight for.”
Then he looks up at Dean with a tremulous smirk pulling at his lips.
“But I did wait for the perfect moment to dust her, didn’t I?”
Within seconds, Dean’s gun is slipping into his hands with the safety cocked back, the barrel lined up for a straight shot between Chuck’s eyes. Sam barks a warning, but Dean doesn’t altogether care. He’s furious, sneering at the former god who cowers like the coward he is.
“Dean?” Sam calls to him. It’s a question and a warning all at once.
Dean’s mouth works, quirking at a humorless smile. He cocks the safety back in place and lowers his gun with a shaking hand.
He stalks back to the Impala and doesn’t look at his brother.
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The only three people left alive in the world ride back into the empty streets of Lebanon, Kansas.
When Jack snaps his fingers, it’s like this little planet is reborn. 
Suddenly, it’s filled with life. People walking their dogs, their kids, hailing cabs, nearly rear-ending each other’s cars in traffic while texting. It’s like the chaos never happened, and equilibrium is restored.
Even the shaggy dog Dean found last week bounds up to him. He bends down to pet the dog’s furry head, scratching behind his ears. Dean’s going to actually have to come up with a name for this thing now. 
And yet…
In a world full of color, Dean still just sees gray. 
He and Sam say a bittersweet goodbye to Jack, who ascends into Heaven. Dean can only hope the kid has a good WiFi signal if they ever need him again, like if he can’t find…
The forgotten cell phone in his pocket buzzes on a ring. He shares a wide-eyed look with Sam, licking his dry lips before he reaches into his jean pocket. He flips the phone over and finds your name across his caller ID.
With a shaking hand, he swipes his thumb across the green button and raises the phone up to his ear. He can’t even make his voice work right away. 
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to.
“Dean?” your beautiful voice greets him. 
His lips pull at a tremulous smile. “Hey, sweetheart.”
You let out a relieved breath. 
“Oh, thank God. I’m here at the bunker. Where are you?”
Dean wants to quip that Chuck had nothing to do with it, but he humors you. 
“Not too far,” he says. He gestures to a smiling Sam, and together they haul ass back to the Impala. 
“Promise?” you ask. Dean grins.
“I’ll be home before you know it.”
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Once again, you’re tangled up in the bed you share with Dean. Almost every morning without fail, he teasingly grumbles as he tries to free his legs from the knotted sheets. 
“What the hell did you do here, woman?” 
“I didn’t do anything,” you refute. Though your giggle betrays your guilt while he continues to struggle. “You’ll just have to stay in bed then.”
You drag him back to you, and it’s not unpleasant to be welcomed back to the soft warmth of your body. 
“We’ve got some monsters waiting,” he reminds you. 
“They can wait,” you say, and ply him with a lazy morning kiss. It heats up in passion as your hands slide under his shirt… 
But of course, one of said “monsters” predictably starts banging at the bedroom door. It opens a crack, revealing a head of light brown hair and tearful hazel eyes. 
“Mo-oooom! Cari keeps hitting me after you told her not to,” cries your son. 
His older sister stomps behind him, so he ducks into the room to flee from her, heading for the bed and jumping into your arms. 
Dean sighs, hiding his disappointment. You give him a secret smile while brushing back your son’s hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. To Dean, you gesture with your eyes at the doorway, where your nine-year-old daughter peeks in. She eyes her little brother in annoyance. 
Tattletale, her face says. 
“Caridad,” you call to her in your sterner mom voice. “Come here, please.” 
Cari is most definitely a daddy’s girl, and she beelines for her father. He picks up the nine year old and settles her on the bed, tucked into his side. 
“Robbie’s a crybaby,” she says. 
“No, you are!” Robbie cries indignantly. He tries to push her, but you grab his hand and push it down to the bed. Dean has to do the same with Cari when she tries to pinch her brother.
“All right, all right, enough,” Dean says, with all the authority his own father once had. “Can’t we all just have one morning in peace?”
That’s when Dean’s phone rings on his nightstand. He sighs and answers it, and it’s Sam, asking what time you and Dean plan to come over his house today for the Fourth of July barbecue.
“Give me a couple hours to wrangle the kids,” Dean replies. He has to curl an arm around Cari so she won’t throw another pillow at her brother. 
“Tell Eileen I’m bringing the dessert,” you chime in, calling to Sam in the phone. 
“You got that?” Dean asks his brother. A moment later, he reports back to you with a nod.
“He’s wanting the fluffy cake thing,” Dean says. “The sweet one with the lil’ cherries on top.”
“Tres leches?” you supply with a smile. 
He nods again. “Yeah, that one.” 
“Not a problem, but let’s get them cleaned up so I can start baking,” you say. Though you grunt as a small bare foot kicks at your side.
“Hey!” you reach for your daughter’s arm. “Ya, that’s enough. Te calmas, o te calmo. Los dos, coño.” 
Dean snorts, watching his children now wrestling each other in the middle of the bed despite your best efforts to keep them apart. 
“Easier said than done,” he mutters. He hangs up with Sam and then surveys the familiar chaos in front of him. 
“All right, you guys want to see your cousins?” Dean bribes. The kids actually pause and perk up at that. 
“We’re going to Uncle Sammy’s house?” Cari asks.
“Yep, so quit screwin’ around. Let’s up and at ‘em,” Dean says. “Brush your teeth and wash your face, then meet me downstairs for breakfast.”
“Can we have Cap’n Crunch?” Robbie asks.  
“No, Raisin Bran,” Cari insists. You have to laugh a little, reaching out to stroke her cheek. Your daughter surely is a special sort of child for genuinely liking Raisin Bran. 
“Fine,” Dean agrees to both with a nod. “Get to it. Come on, let’s go!”
He claps his hands until the kids are up and out of his bed, running to the door. 
“Don’t run!” you warn them. “Caridad Marie Winchester, stop pushing your brother, or you’re not going anywhere.”
The door hangs open as the sounds of small feet patter down the hall, accompanied by childish giggling and yelling. You sigh and lean back into the pillows, closing your eyes. 
“I’m already tired. Why did we have two of those?” 
Dean smirks and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You keep him close with a hand in his shirt. 
“If I remember right, having the first one was so much fun, you just couldn’t keep your hands off me,” he teases.
“Is that what happened? I seem to remember some tequila and cajoling involved,” you smirk, cracking your eyes open. You pull him to you and kiss him thoroughly. 
Both of you try not to lose track of time, but in the ten years since retiring from hunting, learning how to be civilians, true partners, and parents, you’ve become pros at stealing the small moments for yourselves. 
“Come on, babe. Don’t you want Cari to have a little bro?” you mock in his deeper voice. “They’ll protect each other, be each other’s best friends.”
Dean chuckles at your interpretation of him, giving a teasing yank to one of your stray curls. 
“They will, one day. Sam and I didn’t really get each other until later on.”
You smile at that and raise your hand to the beard he’s trying to grow out. You remember him teasing Sam for sporting a “ferret” on his face, once upon a time. But it seems that both Winchester brothers are well-suited to the lumberjack look. 
“Maybe we can get Sam and Eileen to keep the kids tonight,” Dean suggests.
You like the sound of that. Cari and Robbie take any chance for a sleepover with their cousins.
You run a hand down his chest. “You’re saying I’m going to get all this to myself tonight?”
He grabs your hand and kisses it. His gaze holds a familiar heat that makes you smile. Your fingers wiggle teasingly in his grip, which curves his lips as well. Your wedding rings gleam in the lamplight.
We don’t have time now, but we will later, his gaze promises. 
So with a sigh, he releases your hand. 
“All right, lazy. Time to get a move on,” he teases. He then points at you. “Good face.”
Buena cara. Your smile deepens as you start to rise out of bed. It’s become his thing with you, starting the day with a good face. 
Nowadays, you don’t often have a reason not to. 
“I’ll make coffee,” you offer, as you do most mornings. The one time Dean tried to make it your way, he burned the bottom of your coffee press. 
He tosses you a smirk as he pulls on a new shirt. He then digs in his side of the dresser for a pair of jeans that don’t have jelly stains, imprinted on with small fingers. 
“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” he agrees. “I think today’s a two-shot kinda morning. What do you think?”
You sidle up behind him at the dresser and swat him on the ass. He jolts a little, making a rumbling sound as he eyes you in your little black nightgown. It’s a warning, not to start something you two won’t have time to finish.
“Sounds about right.” Bracing your hands on his hips, you lean up on your toes so you can rest your chin on his shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror. You smile.
“Two cortaditos coming up.”
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AN: Aaaand I am soft. 🥹 I've been wanting to get to this for a while now. If you like it, let me know! ❤️
Some more Spanish translations for ya:
This is a callback from "Devour Me" with “Ven Devórame Otra Ves” by Lalo Rodriguez.
Devórame otra vez, ven, devórame otra vez… Que la boca me sabe a tu cuerpo. Desesperan mis ganas por ti…
Translation:
"Devour me again. Come, devour me again…
Because my mouth has the taste of your body. My lust for you is exasperating."
“Te calmas, o te calmo. Los dos, coño.”
Translation:
“Calm down, or I’ll calm you down. Both of you, damn it.” [😂 I think every Latina mom has spouted this at least once lol.]
Read From the Beginning:
Want to go back to the beginning of this series? Start with "Midnight Espresso":
Summary: You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.
▶️ First Story: Midnight Espresso
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andiebeaword · 2 years
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Take Me Away to You* | S.R.
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Requested by: @dreatine Summary: Reader misses her favorite doctor... in more ways than one. A/N: This is part of the emoji ask game on tumblr. 💘: Love at First Sight 🗓: Office Romance 💧: Sleeping Together for the First Time Category: Angst with a Happy Ending. NSFW (18+) Song Inspiration: The Very First Night by Taylor Swift Beta Reader: @fortheloveofwonderland Couple: Dr. Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Content Warnings: BlueCollar!Reader. Love At First Sight. Cursing. Kissing. Fingering. Oral Sex (Both Receiving). Slight Masturbation (Reader). Penetrative Sex. Protected Sex. Mentions of Cat Adams. Slight Spoilers for S15.  Word Count: 3k
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Working as a custodian for the Federal Bureau of Investigation had it's upsides and downsides.
I'm free to listen to my own music using my air pods and an old iPhone. I typically work third shift, so I rarely have to come into contact with anyone else.
My favorite floor to clean on is number six. Home to the Behavioral Analysis Unit.
... well, at least it was, until Dr. Spencer Reid broke up with me.
The worst part about it--- is that I can't even get mad at him, really. I should've seen it coming the minute I heard Cat Adams was back in his orbit. She knew of our relationship and chose to exploit it. I hated that Spencer let her win.
He stopped lingering near the coffee machine at the start of my shift.
I miss that. I miss him. So much.
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It was my third week at my new job at the FBI Headquarters in Quantico. I was ecstatic. The pay was more than any other job I'd worked, and all I had to do was clean. It was only an added bonus that I could freely listen to my music while I busied myself floor after floor.
When I got to the sixth floor, I tentatively opened the doors to the BAU.
It was the one department that became a toss-up, sometimes. I quickly learned the team would be out of town frequently, but would be engaged in paperwork late at night on occasion... during my shift.
One such night, I had just finished tidying up the offices of SSA's Prentiss and Rossi when I heard what sounded like a small 'fuck' coming from the bullpen.
"Hey! Someone there?" I called out, wondering if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Just before I moved to place my ear bud back in, the same voice answered me back.
"Y-yeah, just me..."
I looked up to see who the voice belonged to. The moment I did, though, I was a goner. The man looked young with his wildly unruly curly hair falling over his forehead, and the most gorgeous brown eyes I've ever seen. He was dressed in a suit and tie--- though the tie was now pulled loose around his neck and the top few buttons of his dress shirt were undone.
Fuck, he was perfect. I think I'm in love.
"Oh, well um, h-hi 'just me,' um-- my name's Y/N."
I mentally facepalmed myself for how I must've sounded just then. The man gave me a small smile, eyeing the heavy cart I'd been pulling behind me.
"Are you the night custodian?" I gulped, feeling 'put-on-the-spot' all of a sudden.
"Yes, I-- I've never seen you before." He furrowed his eyebrows at me, almost as if his eyes were scanning mine. It felt oddly intimate, making me blush profusely at the idea.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. You can uhh, you can just call me Spencer... if you want," he said quickly, rubbing his palms together for a second before taking one hand up to the nape of his neck, scratching at his hairline.
Everything about this man, so far, was utterly adorable.
"Well, Spencer, how late do you normally stay here to work?" I understood the times I'd see a group of people hovering around each other while I worked in the background. I always managed to go unseen for the most part.
"I--I've been having a reoccurring.. nightmare, and it's just easier to get ahead here than to have to...." he trailed off, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and fatigue. I gave him a small smile back, hoping I hadn't seemed too eager to remain in his company.
"My grandma used to tell me that nightmares were how our subconscious told us that we need a change in our life. Something wonderful that leaves us happy while we sleep."
It's true. If ever I had a nightmare, I was taught to find something new that brought utter joy to my life. So far, it's been working out well in my favor.
"Th-thanks, I'll uhh, keep that in mind," Spencer said wistfully as he stuffed papers in his satchel, pulling the strap over his head. He gave me a small wave, walking to the elevators before he disappeared behind the doors.
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dreatine · 1 year
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CMBingo 2022 Masterlist
Here is my complete masterlist for this year’s CMBingo. Thanks to @stunudo and the other moderators for this wonderful event.
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Collages:
Cat Adams/Reid Square: ‘You Outta Know”
Business AU Square : Bookstore Reidaway.
Playlists:
Jet Pilot Square: On Air
Opposites Attract Square: True Love
Childhood Friends Square: Vegas
Long Distance Correspondence Square: From a Distance
Jealousy Square: Jealousy
Unrequited Love Square: Unrequited Reidaway
Last Chance Square: Last Chances
Fanfic:
S15 Square: Lucky Penny (Maxcer)
Tara/Luke Square : I Know I Can Beat Al Bundy
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bijoharvelle · 3 years
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season 15 codas/fix-its
most of these are brief ficlets contained on tumblr (other than miracles happen) all of them are destiel, aside from the 15.19 midam ficlet, which does contain a shade of destiel, if you squint. thanks for reading!
15.18 coda ficlet - cas comes back to dean 
15.18 coda - what didn’t happen, and then what did
15.19 coda - dean carves cas’s name in the table 
“grace like rain” - cas talks to jack through the rain
“miracles happen” - dean takes miracle to a local vet
15.19 midam fix-it (sort of) - michael is in the plan. the aftermath
15.20 fix-it/coda - cas meets dean in heaven 
15.20 inset - dean prays to cas
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wincestislove · 4 years
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Supernatural S15 Episodes - MASTER LIST The very LAST Master List. ; - ;  I’ll update this list with new eps and links to watch them within the hour, after every new episode airs on the east coast! <3 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ S15, Ep1 - Back and to the Future S15, Ep2 - Raising Hell S15, Ep3 - The Rupture S15, Ep4 - Atomic Monsters S15, Ep5 - Proverbs 17:3 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Click the ‘Proceed to Video’ button under the video screen, then click the little gray ‘x’ on the video screen itself, then click play. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ EXTRAS: SPN S14 MasterList SPN S13 MasterList SPN S12 MasterList SPN S11 MasterList SPN S10 MasterList SPN S9 MasterList SPN “Mockumentary” SPN Retrospective
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Chained Hearts - Part 5 - FIN
Summary: The world ended and only two camps with people survived in this desolated world. Kidnapping the leader’s daughter of the other camp believes he can make a good deal. But deals aren’t always that easy.
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Chuck, Crowley, three well-known guys
Warnings: angst, characters death, blood, soul consumption, fighting, violence, language, witch!reader, possible S15 spoilers???
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 “Come and get me!” You yell as the Winchesters and Castiel follow you into the battle…
It doesn’t take the enemies long to surround you once again. There are too many and you slowly but steadily get angry.
“Fuck off! I got better things to do. I’m back in town and want to nail my boyfriend!” You curse.
“Can you concentrate on fighting?” Sam mutters wielding a branch in front of him. It’s a pitiful weapon but so far you didn’t make it to the Impala.
“Shut your cakehole, Sammy. Now I’m going to toast these assholes and later I’ll ride Dean till he can’t take it any longer.” You squeal concentrating on combining Amara’s powers with a fire spell. “Ready if you are zombie assholes.”
Darkness bursts out of your body to meet a powerful cloud of fire. Using all your strength to control the cloud you throw it at the undead enemies. Burning their bodies.
“Nice trick.” Dean pants glancing at more enemies farther away. “We should get the fuck out of here. We need to reach the bunker.”
“Great. We need to find Chuck and kill this asshole…”
“I never thought I would say this but let’s find a way to kill god…” Castiel sighs running toward the Impala.
“I hope Jack is still alive. We spend quite some time in Pleasantville.” Dean curses entering the Impala.
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Driving along the streets you can see burning houses, abandoned cars and blood splattered all over the cars…houses…everywhere. “He did a great job in such a short amount of time.” Your eyes search for any sign of enemies as you feel a strange sensation.
“Y/N? Is something wrong?” Castiel asks getting the same feeling. “He’s close…”
“He?” Sam’s eyes meet yours as he let your words sink in. “Chuck…god…or however you want to call this asshole, Sammy. He’s calling for me, or rather he’s sensing his sister's powers. God is drawn to me.”
“Great. How can a man compare with god?” Dean snickers as you toss your shoe at Dean who loses control over his car for a moment. “Damnit, Y/N.”
“Park over there. I’ll talk to him. Maybe he will stop this insanity.”
“No way. What if he kills you, Y/N?”
“Dean, I don’t think he can kill Y/N. Why keeping her hostage in this fantasy instead of killing her?” Sam hopes he is right, if Chuck kills you, all hope is lost.
“He’s scared, Sammy. Zachariah was right. This was the only way to stop me to gather enough power to kill him.”
Dean’s eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror. His forehead crinkles, not liking what you tried to tell him.
“The darkness, she’s consuming the rotten souls. The more I kill, the stronger I’ll become. Amara almost killed Chuck back then, I think her powers are the only weapon against him. We need to end this fast. If every enemy you, Sammy and I along with Castiel ever killed is back, we are in trouble…”
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You find your way toward Chuck. He’s sitting onto a bench, watching some birds fighting over a bloody piece of bread.
“Evolution…” God chuckles. “They are more into the blood than the bread by now.”
“Nice. You created a killer Tweety Bird. What do you want?” Your eyes narrow as he gets up, holding out his hand.
“Come with me. I’ll create a new world. I could need your help. Light and Darkness, together as it should’ve been…” Chuck is giving you are a charming smile, waiting for you to cave in.
“Light?” Huffing you look around. “The world you created looks like we are in a bad horror movie, there is no light in you. Amara carried more light than you ever could. We know by now; you are the villain in this story.” Turning to leave you feel a hand touching your shoulder.
Your eyes darken, power radiates through your body as you use Amara’s powers to slam Chuck into a tree. He needs a moment to get up, his forehead is bleeding. Stunned Chuck touches the wound, surprised to see his fingers covered in blood. He’s clapping his hands, smirking. “A worthy enemy, I guess. My sister made you a wonderful gift, but it won’t save this world. They are back, all of them.” Now Chuck's features darken. “All of them…” He repeats and a cold shiver runs down your spine.
“Well…this means our allies too?” You ask nonchalantly as Chuck’s features go slack. “Awe…did you forget we had friends, powerful friends? Hmm…let’s see. If Crowley is back, Jack and all others, we are going to roast your ass, Chuckie boy. See ya later. I need to rail my boyfriend first.”
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“Shit, you are exhausted,” Dean mutters carrying you toward the bunker. “I fought with God himself, stop nagging. At least we know I can hurt him. God was bleeding after my attack.”
“I’m not amused at all…” Crowley mutters standing outside of the bunker, soaked from head to toe. “I was killing some monsters in purgatory, ended up in a lake but here I am - waiting for Moose and Squirrel once again. Uh…little Witchy is back too.” The demon snickers giving you a wink.
“You’re back, Crowley?” Castiel eyes the demon suspiciously, poking his arm with a finger.
“As good as new. Well, I’m not the only one. Shall we go in and meet up with the others? Don’t be afraid. We are all pissed and ready to rip Chuck apart. Alone we have no chance, united we need to stand.” Crowley snickers walking toward the bunker.
“I hate him…” Dean groans.
“Dean, he’s right. I was able to hurt Chuck, but I need more souls.”
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“Holy fuck!” Dean curses looking into a familiar face. There’s a doubleganger or rather two of him standing in the room. The demon he once turned into and the archangel using him as a suit.
“How?” Gasping you move around the duplicates of your boyfriend. “Why are you in this form?”
“May I answer this question?” Another familiar face enters the room. White suit fitting him perfectly Sam smirks at you. “He brought us back in this from to confuse you.”
“Awesome.” Dean deadpans glancing at the demon watching you with darkened eyes. “I loved the way you screamed my name…”
“Dude, focus.” You clap your hands, glaring at the familiar faces. “I can defeat Chuck, but this victory will come with a price.”
“Name your price.” Michael rumbles. “I need your souls. I need to consume them to strength Amara’s powers. Two archangels, a knight of hell and Crowley should be enough.”
“Oh-come on! I just came back from the dead. Not fair.” Crowley curses. “Fine, I’ll volunteer. Eat me, little Witchy.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to outnumber father instead of consuming our souls?” Michael asks glancing at his brother. “To let you take over the world?” Lucifer snickers.
“Guys make your decision. Yes or no. If you are not here to help, get the fuck out!” You warn ready to attack the archangels.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” Lucifer’s answer surprises you but Sam is not sure this is a selfless decision. “What if he takes over control, Y/N? I don’t like the idea at all.”
“Sam, relax. He can’t take over control, I made sure of it by sealing my soul. None of the consumed souls can get close…”
“Let’s begin then…” Michael’s eyes flash blue, giving you a dark grin. “I’d like to rip daddy apart using this nice body. What a pity you were dead while I was inside of my favorite suit…”
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Michael’s lips press against yours as you open your mouth starting to consume his soul like Amara would've done. His whole being starts floating your body and for a moment you fear he could be too strong but then his powers radiate through your body and your eyes flash blue before Michael’s body turns into dust.
“That was creepy watching you kissing the enemy.” Dean shudders as Lucifer strides toward you. He’s more demanding as his lips claim yours, snaking his or rather Sam’s tongue into your mouth.
“You know…Sammy always had a thing for you. I can see why.” Lucifer’s is harder to consume. His soul is dark, sinister but deep-down hidden underneath distress and darkness there is a tiny piece of light.
Power is radiating through your body as Lucifer’s body turns into dust like Michael’s before. “My turn I guess…” Crowley chuckles licking his lips.
“Wait!” You hold out your hand, shaking your head. “The demon over there first, Crowley…”
“Bloody hell! First two archangels and now this knight of hell guy?”
“She likes real men, little boy…” Demon!Dean snickers walking toward you. His hands pick you up, slamming your body into the wall as he devours your mouth. You enjoy the feeling a bit longer before you grab his hair to consume his dark soul.
“That’s even more disturbing…” Dean shudders as his demonic self disappears.
“Finally, my turn,” Crowley states.
“Nope, Crowley. We need you here, alive and nagging.” You chuckle as his jaw drops.
“You changed your mind?”
“No. I just needed to make sure they believe I need them all. I never planned on consuming Crowley. Sorry, pal. You’ll stay alive a bit longer…”
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“It took you a while to come here, Y/N…” Chuck is standing on the same field you remember from the day Sam jumped into the pit. A self-satisfied grin plastered all over his face he looks at you.
“Needed to fuck the life out of Dean first.” You retort. “Now…shall we end this?”
“I’ll end it now. One snap and you are gone.”
His index and middle finger meet his thumb before he snaps them but nothing happens. Only a high-pitched giggle leaves your lips.
You walk toward Chuck, circling the man like your prey, scenting his fear. He can sense all the souls inside of you, even Michael and Lucifer.
“Bringing them all back was a mistake.” You mock. “You never imagined we could collaborate to kill you?”
“What will you do without me?” He gasps as you poke a finger into his arm. “The same things we did before you came back from your ‘vacation’ to ruin our day. Now turn everything back to normal, undo all of this or…” Your eyes meet Chucks as you lick your lips. “I’ll rip you apart with pleasure.”
“I can’t undo it. I don’t have the powers…” Chuck smirks, lying straight to your face. “…or rather I don’t want to do it…”
“What a pity…” You mirror his action. Pressing your fingers to your thumb, smiling. “...I liked this shirt, shame to ruin it with your blood.” You chuckle before you snap your fingers…
THE END...
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Risky Business || Sebastian Vettel
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Who gave him the right to look this good?
Not my gif.
Requested: @babywolff
Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader
Warnings : unprotected sex, oral sex female receiving, kind of Dom! Seb
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Prompts Used:
S4 - "We're in public" "I know"
S15 - "I love the way you look with my cock inside you"
Ever since Sebastian had signed his first F1 contract you had been by his side, and ever since one month later you had been in his bed. Sebastian was charming and enticing and it hadn't taken long for him to lure you into his trap and you were happy to stay there. You and Seb were never official, you never made it exclusive, but you were always there for each other. You were there for his very first F1 debut, his first pole position, his first win, his first championship title and, with Seb tearing through the track, no doubt his second. Sebastian always said you were his good luck charm.
This weekend was like every other, you stood in the pitlane waiting to get the perfect photographs as the cars came flying past. The crew was getting ready for Sebastian pitstop and the tensions were high, you stood poised and ready to capture the perfect shot as his car came screeching to a holt. Sebastian broke his focus, just for a minute, blowing a kiss in your direction as you snapped the photo just in time, blushing hard at the unexpected affection he had shown, before he flew out of the pitlane once again.
Unsurprisingly Sebastian drove a perfect race, finishing way ahead of the rest of the pack. "It's all thanks to you liebling" he winked as he headed off to the post race interviews.
Later that evening you remained glued to your laptop at the back of the garage, editing content from the weekends race in a desperate attempt to get it finished before flying to the next race tomorrow. Your eyes stung from the light of the screen and your back ached from being hunched over your computer.
"Working late?" You heard Sebastian voice echo through the garage. You turned around to see him leaning against the garage wall. You nodded your head, "I'm surprised you're not out celebrating" you said turning back to your computer. "Celebrating without you is just not the same" you could feel Sebastians presence closer to you now, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. "Come celebrate with me" he mumbled as his hands caressed your waist. You breathed in sharply as his touch took you by surprise. "I need to work" you mumbled as Sebastian nuzzled his face into your neck.
"Please" he whispered, pressing kisses against your skin. Goosebumps covered your skin as your breathing got shallower.
You could never resist Sebastian. Spinning around on your stool to face him, you kissed him gently. Sebastian pushed your thighs apart with his knees and and wrapped your legs around his waist, picking you up effortlessly. "Sebastian" you mumbled in half hearted objection.
"Shush" he said pressing his lips against yours.
Your lips moulded together perfectly as you allowed him explore your mouth with his tongue. A moan escaped your lips, the sound snapping you back to reality.
"Seb We're in public" you remarked as your eyes caught sight of people still walking around the paddock.
"I know" he sighed grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you through the garage. He hurried you both inside his drivers room, locking the door behind him, "better?" He said pulling you in close and kissing you passionately, you just nodded in response running your hands through his tousled blond hair.
The two of you stumbled through the room until you collapsed on top of each other on the sofa. Your lips presses against Sebastians neck as you fumbled with the fastening on his belt. "Fuck" you mumbled under your breath as you failed to undo the buckle. "Somes getting needy" he chuckled undoing the belt and discarding his trousers quickly to one side. You could see the outline of his cock straining against his boxer shorts. He collapsed back down on the sofa pulling you down with him, his lips kissing and pinching at your skin as loud moans escaped your mouth. Sebastian pushed you down onto the seat, climbing on top of you and wiggling your jeans off your body. He ran his thumb over your already swollen clit, torturesly slow. Your breathing became heavy as he slid your panties to one side, pushing two long boney fingers into your dripping pussy. He started to work them, pumping them inside you as you twitched around him. "Now listen to me carefully Liebling" he said sternly, keeping his rhythm perfectly. "I don't want you to cum until I tell you too. Understood?"
You nodded your head vigorously, unable to speak. Sebastian slid down off the couch, pushing your thighs apart and pressing his tongue roughly against your pooling wetness. You gasped as his fingers and tongue worked in harmony, bring you pleasure with every move. You could feel the knot in your stomach curling and tightening and Sebastian brought you closer and closer to your high, you legs started to shake around him, "not until I say so" he reminded you as he lifted his head to take a breath before burying his face in your pussy once more. You tried to hold back as much as you could but you could feel it coming and there was nothing you could do to stop it, "Seb... I cant... I'm going to cum" you squealed under his touch as your orgasm washed over you. Sebastian lapped up all your wetness as you trembled beneath him. "I see someone can't listen to instructions" he sighed as he rose above you.
"I'm sorry" you mumbled, still trying to catch you breath, "I couldn't help myself"
"That's okay. But you know what happens when you dont listen" he said slipping his cock out his boxers, the tip glistening with precum, he lined up the head with your entrance before slamming into you hard. "You know what happens, dont you?" He said pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with force. Your eyes watered as your stretched around his size, you nodded your head.
Just then you heard a knock at the door. "Sebastian?" You heard the voice of his cheif engineer call through the door. You and Seb had always tried to hide your arrangement as best you could from the rest of the team and this was about to ruin all that. Sebastian covered your mouth tightly with his hand, muffling any sound coming out, as he continued to fuck you hard. "Please don't come in, I've got a awful migrane and im just trying to sleep it off" Seb called back through the door.
"Okay if you insist, I'll see you in the garage tomorrow then"
You breathed a sigh of relief as you heard the footsteps disappear down the hallway.
Sebastian turned his full attention back to you and began thrusting into you with a strong and steady rhythm. His thumb coming to meet your clit as you moaned out his name repeatedly. "I love the way you look with my cock inside you" he moaned as his eyes scanned over your body. His rhythm was causing your body to build tension all over again and he could see this all over your face. "Whenever you're ready I want you to cum for me love" he said speeding up his pace. With those words you went tumbling over the edge, tightening around his cock, Sebastian thrust a few more hard lengths into you before finishing inside you. After catching his breath his jumped up and fetched a cloth to clean you up with, "I really must get back to work" you sighed starting to stand up and get dressed.
"Please," Seb said catching your arm, "just stay with me tonight"
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wonwoosthetic · 2 years
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Mingyu: S15, S30, Dom! Mingyu, Sub! Reader, Daddy Kink
Whew... 😮‍💨 here you go :) Thank you for the request! <3
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Mingyu, SVT (Smut): 15. & 30.
Word Count — 2.1k
Warnings — smut, daddy kink
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15.“Beg.” 30.“On all fours. I’m not telling you again.”
You had put yourself into this. It was purely your fault. But you were most definitely not complaining. With your big ass mouth and being able to keep it shut when you should have, it was only fair for him to lose his temper.
Throughout the day, you had kept on sending him pictures, keeping his toes curled and his dick hard. While Mingyu was in the practice room, trying his best to focus, you had taken the time to disappear from your seat in the office, and take a few pics in the bathroom. Even after sitting down and making sure that no one was around, your phone travelled down, taking another few shots from underneath your skirt, showing your boyfriend just how little you were wearing underneath your skirt - which was nothing.
Your pictures haunted him the entire day, and while you were able to take a relaxing hot shower after a long day, he couldn't even get his shoes off quick enough before he was stumbling into the living room, looking for you.
Next thing you know, he barged into the bathroom after you had purposely kept the door slightly open, picked you up easily, throwing you over his shoulder, not forgetting to slap your ass, and carried you into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. Which explained the position you were in right now:
His head in between your legs, attacking your clit with his tongue while his hands pushed the lower side of your thighs, holding your legs up. The moment he had thrown you onto the mattress, he put you into the right position for him to come face to face with your pussy. You cried out in pleasure, overwhelmed with the sudden quick pace he was going at. As you tried tangling your fingers in his hair, a harsh slap on your knuckles made you suck in a deep breath.
"Don't fucking touch me. Don't even dare," Mingyu warned you with a growl, sitting up on his knees, his sweatpants and shirt already off, only in his boxers in front of you, his hard cock looking right at you. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him harshly, making you gasp before his left hand came up to shut your mouth. "You really think you can just send pictures like these and not get punished? Fucking teasing me the entire day and then acting all surprised. Ts, ts, ts, ts" he shook his head mockingly with a smug grin playing on his lips.
You kept your eyes in his. His dark irises almost digging holes into yours with his glare. Without another word coming from him, his right hand went back down, slamming his fingers into your hole. You wanted to scream out, but the hand on your mouth kept you from it. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, whining out and begging, as you tried to push it away from your face, but he was obviously stronger.
"A good girl's gotta learn her lesson, don't you think?" He groaned into your ear, feeling his breath against your skin.
His hand was big enough to let his middle and ring finger work your hole, coating them in your wetness while his thumb started rubbing your clit again. You struggled to keep still underneath him, and he tried to keep you from moving as much with his own legs, spreading yours apart. While he kept on chuckling at your best attempts to fight against his strength, his finger movements increased in pace, and his lips started covering your breasts in hickeys. All while his left hand was still covering your mouth.
You started digging your nails into his wrists, making him hiss and jolt up, stoping with everything he was doing.
"You don't want to cum?" He raised an eyebrow, looking down on you shaking your head with your eyes shut tightly as you whined against his palm.
"So...," he leaned back down to get closer to your face, kissing your cheek gently, "I'm gonna remove my hand, okay?" You nodded as you felt the pressure from your face lifting, "But I want to hear you beg," he stopped once he didn't get a reaction from you.
Suddenly, with the hand that only seconds ago was keeping you from crying out loud, he grabbed your chin harshly, making you look at him, "Did you hear me?" And you nodded quickly, gulping at the glare he kept on you.
"Then beg." And his fingers were back inside of you, pushing in and out at a faster speed, making you not able to breathe regularly as moans and whines kept falling from your lips. He curled his fingers up, brushing over your walls, hitting the rough spot that made your hips jolt up, but his other hand was quick to push you back down.
"I'm not hearing anything from you, princess." He growled, "I said, Beg." In the same moment, you felt a harsh slap on your clit, making you moan out loud and obey him,
"FUCK!," you whined quietly, "Pl-Please," and couldn't continue, feeling his fingers still pumping at a rapid pace.
"Please what? Use words, or I'm gonna stop," he warned you.
A deep breath fell from your mouth, mixed with the moans you couldn't hold in, "Please... fuck me... Pleeaaase," dragging out the last words as your eyes fell on his exposed cock, that he had freed from his boxers, that slapped his stomach.
With a smirk he leaned down one more time, his tongue rapidly moving over your clit, making your back arch while he switched hands, rubbing the one that was coated in your wetness, over his length, and pushed the two fingers of his other hand inside you.
"MINGYU," you cried out in pleasure, feeling your walls tightening on his fingers slowly when you suddenly couldn't feel them anymore.
"What was that?" He raised his head and sat up, "What did you just call me?"
It just fell from your lips. You didn't think much of it, but you knew, in this situation, calling out his name was wrong.
"What did you just say, huh?" He pushed himself up to hover above you again, his left hand next to your head holding him up. "You want to repeat that, babe?"
Your chest rose and fell quickly, the arousal still in control of your entire body.
"D-Daddy," your voice quivered and you could slap yourself in your head for how quiet you suddenly became, but that was what Mingyu enjoyed about doing this to you.
"Exactly," he nodded proudly, before lowering himself to place a sweet kiss on your lips. With your mouths moving against each, he rammed his fingers back inside of you. You gasped out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, but he pushed them off him, "I said no touching, princess," he breathed against your lips, smiling at hearing you whine.
"Please fuck me. Please fuck me with your cock, PLEASE DADDY!" He was quick to react, standing up immediately, removing his fingers from you, making you gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Mingyu straightened his back and motioned for you to turn around, "On all fours, come on."
You were busy trying to steady your breath again, not being able to comprehend his words fully as you slowly tried lifting yourself up by your elbows. But you were clearly taking your long, as you felt another harsh slap against your skin. This time, on your ass. He grabbed your arms and lifted you easily, making you sit up.
"On all fours. I'm not telling you again," he demanded, removing his boxers while standing up from the bed, standing still at the edge. He didn't seem half as out of breath as you were and thought you'd still be able to do everything as quickly as he was... well... you couldn't.
You got yourself onto your knees but were facing the wrong way as you didn't notice that he was now standing by the side edge of the bed. Mingyu scoffed, wrapping one strong arm around your midriff to pull you closer towards him, your ass brushing over his erection, making you shudder. His big hands held your ass, spreading your cheeks as you heard him groan. He leaned down, placing kisses on each side before slapping them.
"FUCK," you fell forward, your chest hitting the mattress, and your hands found the bed sheets to hold onto. Mingyu chuckled at your reaction, seeing the red print his hand grazed over your pussy, collecting some of your wetness before engulfing his dick in the warmth of his palm. He stroke up and down two times before moving it down to tease your hole. With one hand on his dick, the fingers of the other one went to your front, circling over your clit, making you moan,
"Daddy... please, just fuck me, please," you whined in pleasure.
And without any warning or another said word, he pumped his hard dick into you, holding onto your hips tightly as he immediately picked up a fast pace. Loud breaths tumbled from your lips, your moans and whines mixed into them somewhere in between as your fingers tightened on the thin sheet you were grasping.
Hearing the deep groans from behind you made the entire experience more overwhelming than it already was. No matter how many times he would fuck you like that, and no matter how many times he would be just as loud, you could never get tired of it.
During his fast hip movements, the veins of his cock grazing your walls, you felt another few harsh contacts of his palm against your skin. You were crying out in pleasure while Mingyu was having the time of his life watching your hands tightening around the fabric, trying to hold onto something, only making him chuckle and groan.
He removed his other hand that had been on your clit before he got a hold of some of your hair, yanking you up without a warning,
"Come up here," he groaned in your ear as soon as your back hit his chest. He didn't slow down but kept up the speed at which he was thrusting into you, keeping you close to him with one arm around your midriff.
"Fuck, daddyyy," crying out, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against his shoulder. His free hand travelled down, finding your clit once again. Pleasure shot through your body, making you jerk up and your hands held on tightly to his arm around you. You moaned out, letting him know how good he was making you feel, which made him groan against your ear and his lips quickly fell to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.
You felt Mingyu's hips slam against your ass, his thick cock filling you up when it suddenly started twitching as he was close to his high. But you were just as close, your walls threatening to tighten around his dick sooner than you wanted to.
"Ugh," he groaned deeply, "Jesus, fuck, you're so tight," his finger on your clit made you whine out.
"D-Da-," you couldn't find your words, overwhelmed with the pleasure that had taken over you.
"What? What do you want to tell, daddy?" His lips were right against your ear, "Are you gonna cum?" You nodded with a high-pitched hum. "Yeah? Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy?"
"YES, DADDY," your loud voice filled the room. With only two more thrusts, his fingers rubbing on your clit hastily, and his kisses along your neck, you felt your stomach tighten and your walls trying to push Mingyu's cock out with your arousal dripping out of you. A deep groan and the twitching of his cock let you know that he was also just about to come, and you felt his cum shoot up inside of you, making you shudder once again.
He kept his fingers on your sensitive clit, brushing over it gently, smirking at every time it made you jolt. Your hands went down to meet his, trying to get his off of your core, but he wasn't having any of that,
"No, no, princess. Don't even try to push me away unless you want to get punished again." He smirked against your neck. You thought about it for a second. But decided against it, knowing that you would need at least a few minutes to breathe normally.
With his cock still inside of you, he kept still as soon as he noticed you starting to move, riding out your high, making him chuckle. You were ready for a second round.
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ok hear me out… s15!dom!spencer masterbating on his couch while reader is kneeled in front of him with her own panties in her mouth as she watches. and shes not allowed to touch herself as she watches spencer get off on her neediness.. which ends in spencer cumming all over readers face when she starts to whine… AKSJSKSJS 🕳🏃🏻
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)
Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, jealousy, dirty talking, verbal degradation, masturbation, orgasm denial, facial
Words: 3.9k
A.N.: Well... I don’t have anything to say, just thank you to the lovely @sassymoon for helping me out with this. I’ve had so much fun writing this.
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“Spencer, come on. I couldn’t even finish my drink!”
His grip on the steering wheel tightens as she speaks, the words still hanging in the thick air of the vehicle – air filled with silent words, quick movements and stolen glances between the two lovers who just headed out of the bar.
Y/N knew that her actions were going to have coincidences – awful consequences at last, but she didn’t think he was going to act like this. Not speaking to her is probably the worst thing Spencer could do in a moment like this.
When Spencer is silent, he’s scary.
And Y/N might be into it, a little too much.
His jaw is tight shut, his eyes never leave the road ahead of him and his full attention is not on the lights all around him – but not on the woman begging for his attention, for that smooth voice she has fallen in love with.
“I was just trying to save some money, you know.” – Y/N mumble, crossing her arms to her chest when she dares to look at him – “I wasn’t going to end up in his arms. I’m already dating someone, Spencer. And that someone is you.”
Spencer thought he was going to hear a hint of regret in her sweet voice, but there’s none. There’s a silent amusement that is still shaking her body, aroused by the sight of her possessive boyfriend tightening the grip on her arm and yanking her out of the bar.
He didn’t say anything while they were walking out.
No, Spencer opened the car door and watched her get on the seat without a word. He could see how her knees were already trembling at the thought of what is going to happen once the door of his place closes behind her back – and if he has to be honest, Spencer can’t wait.
“It was just a friendly drink.”
Spencer scoffs at her sentence, but no words come out of his mouth.
Y/N is getting impatient now, because she truly despises when Spencer doesn’t talk to her. She knew she was acting like a brat at the bar, but the way he was looking at her made her realise that maybe – just maybe – he was enjoying it too.
And something in the way he looks right now, with his eyes fixed on the road and his unruly curls falling down on his forehead, tells her that she’s absolutely right.
“I don’t like when you don’t speak to me, babe.” – Y/N pouts, gently placing a hand over his right thigh – “I miss your voice.”
The traffic light turns green and Spencer is still not talking to her, focused on the road and all the things he’s planning to do to her once they’re home.
Y/N wasn’t supposed to spend the night at his place tonight because she has to work in the morning, but she’ll worry about that later, when she’ll be exhausted on his bed with Spencer’s body crushing hers in an overwhelming mix of love and desire.
The waiting is supposed to be pleasure itself, but right now it feels like pure torture.
Y/N is longing for her boyfriend’s touch, for his voice that sends shivers down her spine, for his tongue caressing every inch of her neck until she’s left like a mess in his arms. The strong scent of his cologne fills the vehicle and the more she leans towards him, the more intoxicated she becomes.
Drunk on him and the lustful fire burning behind his eyes, Y/N runs her hand up his thigh to reach the belt.
Spencer swats her hand away with a quick slap and clears his throat, silently telling her to behave without having to open his mouth. His eyes are doing all the talking and Y/N immediately pulls away, whining with her head turning to the window.
She’s fucked.
Not just metaphorically.
“You’re so grumpy tonight, babe.” – Y/N says, opening the car door and jumping out – “I can’t stand you when you get jealous over a stupid drink.”
Spencer still doesn’t say anything, following her up to the entrance of the building. He’s not going to give in right now, no matter how hard he’s dying to tell her that she’s not going to have an easy night tonight.
No, she’s going to be whining and panting and crying out his name.
The silence keeps filling the air between them up the stairs, interrupted every few seconds for her loud huffs – she’s trying to get on his nerves, Spencer knows it, but he’s not going to fall for her stupid games.
Y/N is smart, she knows exactly how to get his attention – but tonight she’s not going to succeed in her intentions.
“Are you going to kiss me goodnight at least? Or should I ask the guy from the bar?” – Y/N steps inside his living room, watching Spencer close the door behind her – “He would definitely give me a kiss, not like my grumpy boyfriend. He’s being a bitch right now.”
Spencer locks the door and leaves the keys next to the entrance, along with his phone and his wallet. The anger is running through his bloodstream, poisoning every cell in his body and lighting it on fire.
His hands are itching.
Y/N takes off her jacket and leaves it on the couch, kicking off her shoes.
“I didn’t want to spend money because I wanted to buy some lingerie for you, since you decided to be a bitch last time and tear my fucking panties.” – Y/N says again, turning around and crossing her arms to her chest – “Sorry for wanting to surprise my boyfriend!”
Spencer takes off his jacket and folds it nicely, leaving it on the armchair beside the couch.
Her sweet words are not going to ease him and melt his heart. He’s well aware that this is just an excuse, that she just wanted to act like a brat and get a reaction out of him – and, surprise, she did.
But it’s not the reaction Y/N was hoping for.
Y/N stomps her foot on the ground as Spencer turns his back to her, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. She doesn’t follow him, pacing inside the living room with her arms crossed to her chest.
The anticipation is eating her from the insides.
“Here’s your drink.” - Spencer walks out of the kitchen, finding her in the middle of the living room - “You were thirsty, so drink up.”
His voice sounds so sweet right, completely different from the snarky words coming out of his mouth. She almost feels bad for insulting him on the way home and right outside the bar, but what did she have to do to get a reaction out of him?
Behaving?
No, that doesn’t sound like her.
Spencer knows it, she’s a brat - and brat are difficult to tame. However, he’s not afraid of crushing her confidence under his feet when he’ll have her on her knees, panting and with a hand over her throat.
“You’re such a bitch.”
His brows arch. “Are you talking about yourself?”
Y/N looks at the water filled glass in his hand, tempted not to drink. She knows that Spencer wants her to be hydrated before playing with her, it’s a mutual agreement that they’ve had since they started seeing each other.
Water keeps her hydrated, he keeps giving her pleasure. Or denying it, depends on his mood. Tonight will probably be the former.
It’s a responsible deal.
“I’m not a bitch.”
Spencer watches her lips touching the edge of the glass as the water fills her mouth.
“Right, you’re just an annoying brat. I almost forgot.” - his lips twitch into that devilish smile that always appears when it’s time - “Thankfully you remind me every fucking time.”
The first curse word.
Y/N swallows every drop of water inside that glass, giving it back to him. Spencer inspects the object in his hands before giving her a proud smile, entering the kitchen again.
“I know what you’re doing.”
She hears his voice coming from the other room, so she follows it.
Standing on the doorstep of the kitchen, Y/N watches Spencer as he fills the glass all over again – but this time, he drinks the cold water. A single drop runs down his chin and Y/N is tempted to run up to him and follow the water’s pattern with the tip of her tongue, making sure to have him squirming and at her mercy.
Spencer is always in control, but he’s also a sweetheart when it comes to her.
He can’t resist her.
“I know you want to annoy me just so I’ll be extra rough with you.” – Spencer says, leaving the empty glass in the sink – “Sadly for you, I have many ways to punish a greedy slut like you.”
Y/N is tempted to talk back, but his words had the first effect on her.
She’s speechless.
Spencer raises his brows, placing his hands on his hips. “Are you too dumb to speak now, doll? You were running your mouth a lot just a few seconds ago.”
Y/N bites her bottom lip, glancing at her own feet before looking up at him. “I was just trying to save money so I could buy pretty things for you, sir.”
Ah, this facade she’s putting on is starting to get on his nerves.
Spencer knows this is just a game, but she needs to remember that he’s a much better player.
“I’m sure you were, doll.” – Spencer kicks off his shoes, leaving them next to the pair of high heels she took off – “Remind me who you’re dating, please.”
Following Spencer inside the living room like a puppy, Y/N watches him as he sits down on the couch with his legs slightly opened. Is this an invitation for her to sit between them? Is he trying to ask her to sit on his lap?
No, usually he would just grab her and force her down.
Y/N stands between his legs, right in front of him. “I’m dating you.”
“Which means...” he moves his hand
“I’m yours.”
Spencer furrows his brows, looking up at her. Her eyes are filled with desire and her skin is getting more heated, just like her cheeks – she’s trembling with desire, it’s almost pathetic how a simple conversation like this is turning her into a blubbering mess.
So fucking pathetic, Spencer loves it.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“I belong to you, Spencer. I’m yours.” – Y/N says again, louder – “Just because I accepted a drink from a guy, doesn’t mean I’m not yours.”
Spencer notices the way she calls him his name and not the bedroom title, still trying hard to be a brat. He's determined to break her.
Raising his brow he asks: “Then why did you do it?”
Spencer’s hungry eyes are scanning her whole body, mentally undressing her and tearing every piece of her underwear off with his teeth. In the last few weeks he has become much hungrier for her, more passionate and thirsty for her and her body – which led him to ruin too many pairs of her panties.
Maybe her excuse of saving money is not just an excuse.
But still, it’s not right for her to accept a drink from a pathetic little man who could never be able to begin to satisfy her the way Spencer can.
No one is like him and, honestly, Y/N is grateful. She would never want another.
“Because I...”
“Tell me the truth, doll.”
Spencer puts a hand between his legs, never taking off his eyes from her face. He knows that she wants to look, she wants to know what he’s doing – but he’s not going to interrupt the eye-contact. And Y/N knows that he loves keeping it, he loves when he’s forcing her to look at him the whole time – it’s fucking hot.
Unbuckling his belt, Spencer points to the floor.
“You can’t even speak now. You’re so embarrassing, doll.” – Spencer shakes his head, releasing a frustrated sigh from his plump lips – “I thought you were smart enough to figure out why you did what you did, but I guess you’re just a greedy slut. A greedy whore who wanted attention.”
Those words send a rush through Y/N’s spine, almost bringing her down on her knees with the power and the intensity of his voice.
It’s incredible how Spencer can get under her skin and turn her into a blabbering puddle of mush with an insult – even though it’s not really an insult, he’s just stating the truth. Y/N is a greedy slut, especially when it comes to Spencer and every inch of his body.
She has spent hours, weeks, months, years worshipping it.
And she knows exactly what to do now to apologise.
“One guy isn’t enough for you, is it doll?”
The words die in her throat again, forcing her to let out a whimper.
Spencer scoffs at the sound and brings his hand back between his legs, cupping the obvious bulge painfully pressed to his trousers. Y/N wants to get on her knees and please him, because she knows what to do and how to worship him in order to let him know how sorry she is, but Spencer hasn’t told her to get down. It's getting hard for her to obey him, all she wants is to take him in her mouth, but she's too afraid of riling him up even more. Well, maybe she can still have some fun using her words.
“You just can’t help yourself.” – his tone is calm, collected – “You needed to have his attention as well, not just mine. Why?”
“Well, at least he paid attention to me.”
Spencer goes silent.
Okay, maybe Y/N pushed it a little too far with her words now. Does she care? Not at all, because she knows she already put herself in a very compromised position by taking a sip of that drink and turning back to look at her boyfriend – and it feels fucking amazing.
“I guess it’s only fair for you to pay attention to me now and let me...”
Spencer interrupts her with a hand, clamping it over her mouth. “You’re not in the position to give me orders, doll.”
Y/N is tempted to tap the tip of her tongue against the palm of his hand, just to tease him. Spencer could easily have her on her knees right now with her mouth full of him, and yet he’s holding back.
“Please, Spencer...”
The young doctor scoffs at her pathetic plea, pulling his hand away from her mouth and sliding it right inside his briefs. Her broken voice turns him on.
“You call that begging? You aren’t even on your knees.”
Y/N doesn’t waste any time, crawling down on her knees with her hands over her thighs. Her skirt rises up over her hips and her eyes settle on Spencer’s hands, observing each one of his moves.
“There you go, that’s better. You look perfect like that.”
Y/N wants to wipe that cocky grin off his lips, but he looks atrociously gorgeous like that – with his eyes burning with pure desire, his fingers stroking his cock in his briefs, his lips parting at the sight of his own girlfriend doing everything right just for him.
Turning her head to the side, Y/N looks away. She hates not being able to pleasure him. She’s tempted to launch forward and use her own hands or mouth to bring him pleasure, but she can’t – Spencer didn’t allow her to move, to use her hands or anything.
She hates this moment so much, but she has to blame herself for that.
If only she hadn’t accepted that drink, if only Y/N didn’t look at Spencer while she drank that.
“Don’t look away, doll.” – Spencer calls out, pushing his briefs down his thighs just enough to free his cock from the painful restraint – “I want you to look at me.”
Whining, Y/N forces herself to look at him. “Please, I’ll be good. Spencer, please.”
With a soft smile, Spencer uses his free hand to swipe his thumb over her bottom lip. Y/N opens her lips and welcomes his finger right on her tongue, keeping her eyes on his face the whole time – if he’s not going to let her touch him, she’s at least going to tease him.
Y/N closes her lips around his finger and starts sucking on it, mimicking what she’d like to do to Spencer – if only he lets her. Spencer could have her mouth, her hands and another part of her body if only he opens that little mouth of his.
This could be over in just five minutes, but apparently Spencer has other plans – and Y/N is both terrified and aroused.
“Spit in my hand, doll.”
Her eyes look up at him for a brief moment, then she obeys.
Spencer brings his wet hand around his cock and starts to stroke it, right in front of his girlfriend that can’t do anything. Her knees are starting to burn and her desire is boiling inside of her, diffusing through every cell.
“Try again, doll. Beg for me.”
“Please sir, I'm begging you. Let me do this for you” – Y/N whimpers at the sight, frustration burning through her voice – “I know I can make you feel good, please. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise you.”
Spencer moans with his head thrown back, listening to his girlfriend sweet pleads and begs. He knows that this punishment is going to stick in her brain for quite a long time. Spencer can do anything to her, but stop her from touching him is an atrocious torture – Y/N loves pleasing him in any way she can and now that she can’t, she’s in pain.
Her voice is showing exactly that.
“My hands would feel much better around your cock, you know it.” – Y/N mumbles, scooting closer but staying on her knees – “Please, let me prove to you how sorry I am.”
“You don’t deserve it, doll, so no.”
Bucking his hips up, Spencer whimpers and struggles to open his eyes. Y/N feels every cell in her body trembling with desire, as a rush of adrenaline runs down her spine – this is painful, she can feel her hands starting to itch.
“Come on, Sir... You know my mouth feels incredibly stretched around your cock.” – Y/N tries another tactic, hoping that this might push her boyfriend to allow her to touch him –“Don’t you remember how good my tongue feels all around you? Tasting you?”
Spencer grits his teeth, stroking his cock with the same hand Y/N spat on. The lewd sounds of his finger running up his length and his pre-cum smeared all over, are filling the room – mixed with the sweet and pained voice of Spencer’s girlfriend.
He’s getting closer, and it’s all because of her.
“Please, let me show you how sorry I am. Please, baby, I know you want this. I know you want to hear me gagging while your cock is deep in my throat.”
Spencer throws his head back again, moving his hips against his own hand. Y/N can see the red tip begging for her to touch, for her to suck on – she can feel the frustration getting tighter in her body, tensing in her lower belly, but she knows nothing’s going to allow her to help.
Y/N hates this.
“I’m not sure I should cum on your face, you might get a taste and think it’s a reward.” – Spencer says, pleasure oozing from his broken voice – “You didn’t earn that, your begging is fucking pathetic.”
Y/N feels her heart drop in her chest.
Does this mean she can’t even help him come? That is just... mean.
“Only good girls get to taste me.”
Y/N shakes her head, placing her hands on Spencer’s knees. “No, please. I’ll be good, I’m so sorry for what I did. I'll never do it again, I promise, let me, sir, please...”
Scooting his girlfriend’s hands away, Spencer picks up the pace of his own hands. He’s coming closer and closer, ready to jump off that delicious edge he has walked on since Y/N dropped down on her knees.
This is his favourite sight.
Y/N is completely helpless, with her eyes fixed on Spencer’s quick hands and his cock disappearing through his palms with each rapid hip movement. She knows he’s closer to his peak because his jaw is tight, his eyes are wide shut and he’s all tense – Y/N loves this sight more than anything.
Watching Spencer come undone is a treat in itself.
“Or maybe I should come on your tits.” – Spencer whispers – “Your body doesn’t disobey me like you do with your filthy mouth.”
“Yes, please. Use me, sir. I’m here for that, ruin me, paint me, I'm your toy.” – Y/N mumbles, pressing a soft kiss over his clothed knee – “Use me, I’m begging you. I’m a good girl, I can do it.”
Spencer jerks himself harder and faster at the sound of Y/N’s needy voice. He opens his eyes and looks right into hers, watching how she’s crumbling down – there’s no sign of confidence now, there’s only submission. And that’s when Spencer realises that he got exactly what he wanted.
Y/N is on her knees, trying to please him by kissing his legs and thighs.
If she can’t suck his cock or use her hands, she’s going to worship him and remind him that she’s grateful he’s letting her touch him like that.
It’s not enough, but it will be good for now.
“Look at me, doll. Let me see those pretty eyes.”
Y/N immediately brings her eyes on Spencer’s face with her lips twitching. His lips are parted, his eyes are burning into her and his whole body is tense.
And a second later, with the view of his girlfriend out of her mind with desire, Spencer comes.
His orgasm hits him harder than he expected, white warm liquid landing in streaks all over her face: her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, her chin, her neck. Y/N closes her eyes at the sensation and licks her bottom lip, moaning at the salty taste.
She got him there at least.
“Fuck, doll.”
Y/N brushes the back of her hand on her right cheeks, cleaning herself and then licking off the sign of pleasure Spencer left all over her. Maybe he forgot that she wasn’t supposed to taste him, or maybe he wanted to reward her for being so good at begging and staying on her knees – either way, Y/N is satisfied.
“Thank you, Doctor.”
Spencer relaxes on the couch, with his head still thrown back.
Y/N stays on her knees, cleaning the back of her hand with her tongue and making sure not to waste a single drop. Although her mouth is occupied, her eyes never leave Spencer’s face – he’s so beautiful like this, completely wrecked by the pleasure that exploded through his body.
“I should punish you more often.”
Y/N chuckles, running to the bathroom to wash her face. Spencer waits for her on the couch, tucking himself back into his pants before welcoming his girlfriend on his thighs.
Pressing a soft kiss on her bare shoulder, Spencer looks up at her. “Are you okay?”
Y/N nods, cuddling up against his chest. “Yes, I’m okay. Never been better.”
Closing his arms around her waist, Spencer pulls his girlfriend closer to his body. “Did I push you too much?”
“No, you were amazing. I loved every second of it.” – Y/N reassure him, kissing his lips – “And I love you.”
“I know you do.” – he mumbles, brushing his nose against hers – “I love you too, but next time you plan on making me jealous...”
“I won’t.”
Chuckling, Spencer places a hand over her thigh. “Bullshit. You’ll do it again.”
“Yes, but only because I know I can get to be pampered a lot after...”
Y/N is not surprised when her boyfriend sneaks his fingers under the short skirt of her dress.
“Such a spoiled brat.”
“Yeah, but you love me.” – she whispers in his ear, rocking against his hand – “You love me so much.”
Spencer brushes the tip of his fingers against her panties, feeling the wetness gathered between her legs while she was on her knees for him.
“Beyond words. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
Y/N obeys, showing her boyfriend that yes, she’s indeed his.
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zepskies · 6 months
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Midnight Espresso Masterlist
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In honor of Hispanic Heritage Month, here's a Masterlist for all stories in the "Midnight Espresso"-verse! ❤️‍🔥☕
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader
Stories:
(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)
Midnight Espresso** You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson. 
Devour Me** When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. 
Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete!
Chico Malo** You catch Dean red-handed.
Show Me** Dean meets your infamous ex-boyfriend at a fallen hunter’s funeral. You just forgot to mention that he’s a hunter as well. Maybe because he still has the power to get under your skin…in the worst of ways.
Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete!
Get Stuffed Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.
A Wish to Build a Dream On** Dean has been harboring the archangel Michael in his mind for weeks now, putting a strain on your relationship. When Dean makes a wish that accidentally brings his father back from the dead, you get to meet the (in)famous John Winchester. But as always with magic, your boyfriend’s wish has unintended consequences.
A Little Danger** While relaxing together in the bunker, Dean takes your playful teasing to a new level. (And he’s too horny to care about the consequences.)
In Bad Weather** You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along?
[Set in S15 - "Fix It" for season finale]
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Dean Winchester Masterlist
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goldentournesol · 3 years
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Not in That Way
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(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)
The one where Spencer’s TA falls in love with him.
Length: 3.3k
A/N: VAGUE SPOILERS FOR S15 AHEAD! AGE GAP (10 years). Read at your own risk everybody, very angsty. NO PART TWO’S WILL BE WRITTEN. enjoy :)
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It wasn’t hard, really. It wasn’t hard at all to fall in love with Spencer Reid. In fact, it was the easiest thing she’d ever done. It came so easily that it shook her to the core.
Really, what’s not to love? He is a badass FBI agent with a heart of gold, he can literally recite almost any book to her on demand, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he looks like he’s been sculpted by a coveted artist.
She didn’t know though, she didn’t know how easy it would be to be completely enamored by someone. She didn’t know what kind of life she’d be stepping into when she’d applied to become his Teaching Assistant. She’d heard from her peers that there was a part-time professor who had been looking for a TA. She signed up without a second thought, desperate for any kind of connections that could possibly help her with her PhD in forensic psychology. When she’d learned that he was a certified genius whose other job was to be a real life superhero, she hoped and prayed he’d pick her application.
She was over the moon when she found out that he did indeed pick her out of all the students who had applied. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. She’d seen his university ID photo on the website and thought he was attractive, but seeing him in person was almost magical. The camera definitely could not quite pick up on the subtle gold flecks in his irises or the silky sheen of his hair. And that smile. She was sure she could drown in it forever.
After being chosen and going through a number of interviews, Y/N learned just how meticulous Dr. Reid was in everything he did. She helped him create the syllabus as well as build his lesson plans. Over the semester, she would go over his grading since he had the tendency to give students the answers instead of making helpful comments on the papers to make them think and reflect. She’d also learned about his particular aversion to technology, which meant they had multiple meet-ups when he was in town just so she can walk him through certain systems, like the university’s portal system as well as the email. She also showed him how to pose his answers as questions instead, explaining that sometimes, he shouldn’t answer their incomplete thoughts because it's an undergrad class. Also, with his unpredictable schedule concerning the FBI, she would often step in and teach his class whenever he was away on a case.
They’d become good friends outside of his office and classroom, probably closer than they should have been. He was just too likeable and she was always eager enough to hear what he had to say, thus a bond between them was born and reinforced each time they saw each other. He was so thoughtful, it shocked her. Once he’d heard her mention that she used to love collecting keychains when she was a child, and made sure to get her a new one from each state he’d visit thanks to his trips around the country. Her previous boyfriends were beyond disappointing in comparison to say the least, and they weren’t even dating. He knew her favorite coffee order by heart and often had it ready with a fresh croissant whenever they met at the university’s coffee shop and if they were meeting at his office, he’d take them to go. 
It was little things like that that made her fall in love with him. And she knew, it’s not like she didn’t, she just chose to hide it with every cell of her being. Crushing on your professor is pretty common amongst university students, but being a TA and being desperately in love with your professor was a whole different kind of story. 
She already admired his intelligence in class immensely, however hearing his stories from his time out in the field made her heart grow three times the size of normal. His stories ranged from being about geographical profiling, to action-packed anecdotes, and even funny moments with the team.
Was she constantly impressed by him? Yes.
Was she constantly worried about him? Also yes.
Which is why she’d practically made him adopt the habit of texting or calling her every time he landed in DC. They’d been chasing this unsub, Lynch, for months on end and he’d informed her that they were finally close to getting him. The last time they talked two days ago, he was feeling confident. But then it was just silence. He hadn’t texted her, he hadn’t called her. She didn’t even know if he was back in DC. Her mind took her places she didn’t want to go. He’d gotten so good with keeping her updated that this silence was turning her blood into ice water.
She’d left 11 missed calls so far. But she didn’t give up, she was determined to hear from him. The next morning she tried again, holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut in a silent prayer.
“Hello?” Someone finally picked up, a woman.
“Hello? Who is this? I’m trying to reach Spencer Reid.” Y/N said into the phone, voice clearly on the edge of tears.
“Oh you must be Y/N Y/L/N. You’re Spencer’s TA. I’m Penelope Garcia, I work with Spencer.” She said into the phone evenly, calmly.
“Yes, I am. Did something happen to Spencer? He hasn’t contacted me in two days. Why do you have his phone?” Y/N worried into the phone. She could hear every heartbeat, loud and clear.
“Spencer is in the hospital. There was an explosion yesterday and he hit his head really hard. We found him passed out in his apartment this morning.” Penelope answered. Y/N’s eyes widened and she felt the tears slip from her eyes quickly. The panic began to set in.
“C-could you please text me the address?” Y/N managed to whisper into the phone through her tears.
“Of course, sweetie. He’s going to be okay. His mother is here, I’m assuming you know about Diana?” She asked tenderly.
“Yes, yes, I know. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Y/N said, already rushing to put on shoes and looking for her keys.
The drive to the hospital wasn’t long, but Y/N felt like it took ages to get there anyway. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes were already swollen as if she’d been crying for days. There was a bad, bad feeling reverberating around in her chest. She’d somehow floated through the hospital like she was running on autopilot. 
She’d found the room and met eyes with a blonde woman adorning two identical blue puffs in her hair. She would have thought they were adorable if she wasn’t panicking her heart out. She spotted Spencer laying on the hospital bed with oxygen tubes hanging around his ears and inserted into his nose. The sight made her stomach lurch. Something about the way his usually pink lips were drained of their color made her want to sob until tomorrow came. Beside the bed on the other side sat Diana Reid, a tall woman with short blonde hair. She’d seen her in photos before. Diana merely stared at her with a hint of a smile.
She stepped in the hospital room, swallowing down the bile in her throat, “H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” She waved tentatively into the room, almost unable to keep with the tensity of the two women’s gazes. She wiped at her eyes and stood at the foot of Spencer’s bed, “Is he going to be okay?” She asked, staring at the steady rise and fall of Spencer’s chest. That way it was reassuring to watch him. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she stood.
“The doctors are hopeful.” Penelope replied, assessing the young woman who just entered. She was much younger than she previously thought she was. Although she had no idea what to expect when it came to Spencer’s academic life, he was always surprising her.
Diana sat still and silent in the hospital chair, a pensive expression draped across her features. Penelope sensed a tension in the room and looked towards Diana, “Hey, Diana, would you like to come with me down to the cafeteria to fetch some jello for Spencer to eat when he wakes up?”
Y/N sent Penelope a sidelong glance filled with gratitude. She tuned out the sounds of Diana telling Penelope the story of the first time Spencer had jello as they exited the small room. She immediately pulled up the chair closest to his bed and grasped his hand tightly. She let out a shaky breath at the contact. Cold, his hand was so, so cold.
“Oh, Spencer, you scared the shit out of me.” She whispered, pressing her lips to the back of his hand quickly, “I could have lost you today...and-and I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself if that would have happened. I know you probably can’t hear me, but I still have to say what I’m going to say. I have to. For myself. So here goes,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “there’s nothing that scares me more than losing you, and that thought alone terrifies me.” She sniffled, wiping away her tears, “What I feel for you terrifies me, Spencer. I didn’t know I was capable of loving someone so deeply until I met you. And...I don’t know what to do with all this love, I want to hand it all to you, let you see yourself the way I see you, but I can’t do that. I can’t.” She held back an incoming sob, whispering, “I can’t ask that of you.” 
She bowed her head and rested it along his forearm, her silent tears soaking through the hospital sheets. The fear of grieving for him outweighed the fear of rejection. She’d never forgive herself if he died without knowing how big of a space he occupied in her heart. She didn’t know if she was brave enough to tell him to his face while he was awake, but this was a start. Solidifying her feelings was a start. And man, were they solid.
A few minutes later, her phone began to ring because of an endless stream of emails. There was a class today, and she’d have to teach it. She went back and forth from her phone to Spencer’s face and released a deep, heavy sigh from the pit of her chest. She stood from her seat and hovered her hand over his cheek before allowing it to rest timidly on his skin.
“I have to go, but I’ll see you soon.” She paused, chewing on her lip, “I love you.” She said softly, fresh tears making their way back to the brim of her eyes. She pulled away from him and exited the room swiftly. 
Spencer’s bleary eyes opened slightly to just barely catch the sight of her disappearing into the hallway from which she came. Seconds later, Penelope and his mother came marching in, seeing his open eyes.
Penelope set down the cups of jello nearby and Diana made her way to her son quickly. He could barely keep his eyes open for long enough. It was a small achievement but they both held onto it dearly. 
Hours later, he blinked his eyes open again as he heard his mother and Penelope conversing about his favorite type of cloud. Diana leaned over her son’s bed and set a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stared at her fondly.
“Am I alive or is this heaven?” He asked, smiling slightly.
“You are very much alive.” Diana smiled broadly at him.
Garcia had since gone back to the office to assist the team in finally closing the Lynch case. Spencer was just waking up from yet another snooze. 
Diana looked at him closely, sometimes he felt she was the profiler in the room, “She told you didn’t she?”
Spencer rubbed at his eyes slightly, “Who are you talking about?” He yawned.
“The pretty girl who was in here earlier.” Y/N’s name had slipped her mind the second she said it. Spencer stared at his mother incredulously, shocked at just how clear her mind was at the moment. Diana took his silence as an affirmative and nodded at him.
“You should tell her.” She said definitively. For a moment, he doubted if he understood just what she meant, but he understood.
“How did you know?” Spencer asked curiously.
“I told you, a mother always knows. And I saw the way she looked at you. She deserves to know, Spencer.” Diana said.
She deserves to know.
The thought tumbled around in his head for days after he was discharged from the hospital. He was on medical leave for the moment but as soon as he could see straight, he took the train to her apartment. He’d been there a few times, they’d had a few casual dinners there while grading papers together or coming up with future lesson plans. His hands were on the verge of trembling as he knocked on her apartment door. The numbers nailed on the door mocked him as he stood waiting for her to open.
She frowned at the sound, she wasn’t expecting anybody. She pushed her laptop to the side and stood to straighten her pajamas, making her way to the door. She ripped it open as soon as she saw who it was.
“Spencer! Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been worried sick about you.” She threw her arms around his middle tightly, making him stagger a bit from the impact, but he enveloped her in his arms anyway. The contact was very welcome.
“Hey.” He smiled into the hug, his heart spilling with gratitude over being worthy enough of her attention. They separated from the embrace and she stared at him with a look resembling wonder.
“What are you doing here? I thought you still had a few more days off until you had to get back to work. Come in, come in.” She moved aside to let him in. She also moved a plethora of blankets and textbooks off the couch to make space for him to sit.
“I know, I’m sorry for kind of coming over unannounced. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” He eyed her matching set of cartoon character pajamas as he took a seat, making a mental note that it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. She blushed under his gaze but shook her head nonetheless.
“Oh come on, you know you’re always welcome here. Can I get you something to drink? Some water or coffee, maybe?” She asked.
“Water’s fine.” He smiled, leaning back into the couch. She nodded and made her way into the kitchen. Spencer’s shoulders untensed for a moment and he hadn’t realized that he’d been carrying so much of his worries in them around her. She came back with the water and took a seat next to him, angling her body to face him. He muttered a thank you as he sipped from it, unsure how to approach the situation.
“I wanted to thank you. For coming to the hospital to see me. That meant a lot.” He met her eyes and saw a flash of panic dance across her irises. How did he know she was there? Penelope probably told him, right? He couldn’t have heard her.
“Of course, Spencer. It’s the least I could do.” She smiled sweetly. His heart cleaved in his chest as he stared at the sweet girl in front of him. 
What did he ever do to deserve her friendship? 
He fidgeted with the glass in his hands, a silence beginning to drape over them.
“Is everything okay?” She asked, noticing his fidgeting. 
He took a deep breath and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. He turned his body to face her and reached for her soft hands. Her breath hitched at the intimate contact, butterflies erupting in the pit of her abdomen.
“You are a remarkable person, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I see the absolute worst that humanity has to offer on a daily basis, but you have made it your mission to make my life easier. And you do, honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He said with soft eyes and a half-laugh. She smiled back, she could practically feel the rush from his words directly in her brain.
“And it is an honor to be loved by you,” his voice hesitated to say the word, his eyes darkening with regret as he continued. Realization snapped into place for her as he said, “but I can’t give you what you need.”
He had heard her. He knew.
Her blood ran cold as she tore her hands away from his, as if the skin on his hands had the ability to burn her. He frowned as he watched her frantic eyes search his for any semblance of dishonesty. Her throat closed up over all the words that fought to surface. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came up. Instead, tears sprung to the corners of her eyes.
“What?” She whispered, brokenhearted and momentarily in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He tried to console her but she was past the point of consolation. 
“I-I understand.” She nodded painfully, tears cascading down her face before she even got the chance to wipe them away, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s completely unprofessional.” She swallowed an incoming sob as best as she could.
“No, I’m glad you told me, but if I’m being honest, I knew long before it. This isn’t about professionality, I don’t care about that. But I care about you, a lot.” Spencer said softly, staring at the young woman in front of him. She shook her head, utterly devastated and doing her best to shield herself from his gaze. Thoughts escaped her as her heart took a deep-dive to settle in her abdomen.
“And I thought I should let you know how I feel. I love you, Y/N,” he paused, “just not in that way.” The soft voice he used was completely useless against the harshness of the words. 
She tried, she tried her absolute hardest to suppress the incoming sob, but those words just about broke the dam. She rubbed at her eyes, nodding. He tried to set a comforting hand on her shoulder but decided against it. She took a deep breath and stood up from the couch. 
That was enough humiliation for the day.
“No, no, I completely understand.” She said, voice wobbly and eyes ringed with red. He frowned up at her at the sight of her being so upset. 
“Will you be okay?” He asked as he stood up from his seat. She laughed slightly, this man had devastated her, broken her heart with a few simple words and still wondered if she’d be okay. That’s Spencer Reid for you. The question made her heart ache and long for him more. His simplicity and good intentions made her question why the world wasn’t kind enough to let her have him.
“No, I won’t. And I probably won’t be okay for a long time. Because I will keep meeting men and keep comparing them to you so, until I stop doing that, no, I won’t be okay, Spencer.” She answered with a surprisingly stable voice. He frowned and nodded.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, stepping forward to cup her cheek and gently use his thumb to wipe the remainder of her tears. Her glassy eyes bored right into his, her lips wobbling at the contact. She then closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into his palm, soaking in his warmth one last time before he tore himself away from her completely and showed himself out of the apartment without looking back.
That was when she allowed herself to fall apart. He heard her heart wrenching cries from behind the door and hesitated, but decided to walk away anyway with a chest heavy with regret.
She will never be enough for him, she thought.
He will never be enough for her, he thought.
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Summary: Reader is falling for Spencer, but her world comes crashing down the second she hears him admit to his mother that he was always waiting for J.J., instead. A/N: Inspired by the fact that I didn't care for Spencer telling his mom he secretly hoped J.J. would always be with him, and rereading @moon-light-jukebox's the Aftermath series. Also, Maxcer is a no-go cause we want him to end up with Reader, right? Couple: Dr. Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader Category: Angst. Fluffy Ending as promised. **Read below the taglist for an angsty alternative ending** Content Warnings: Falling in Love.Complicated Feelings. Cursing. S15 Spoilers. Mentions of JEID. Broken Hearts. Happy Ending. Sad/Alternative Ending. Word Count: 5.4k
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My mother always told me that love comes your way when you least expect it.
That was the case when I found myself bumping into Dr. Spencer Reid.
He'd spilled his sugar-coffee all over my blouse, causing me to ramble on about how I had then needed to run to the nearest store to buy a new top. Spencer insisted he come with me and pay for whichever shirt I wanted to buy. I was in a hurry, so I snatched the first one I saw that was my size. It was plain with minor detailing around the neckline and sleeves.
Spencer paid for it, while also grabbing a single flower from the florist shop, handing it to me with a smile that could light up my entire world.
"Could I--I mean, would you be interested in maybe, uhh, meeting me for coffee again sometime?" The way in which he kept his eyes away from mine while reaching up and scratching the back of his neck made me feel special. I couldn't remember the last time an attractive guy appeared so nervous around me.
I liked it.
"Only if next time, you promise to not spill your coffee on me, again." His face brightened up for a second, then twisted into this almost shameful pout. I couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sorry, that came out a little rude." I gave him my best flirty smile, hoping to convey that I did actually want to go on a date with him. Well, to get coffee, at least. "I'd love to, but, uhh, I'm running late now, so, um .... here." I pulled out one of my business cards, which had my name, number and a picture, which I felt didn't do me justice.
Our first 'official' coffee date was three days later. I was completely smitten. I found out he loves learning new things, any new piece of information he didn't know before, that he has a tedious job that takes an awful lot out of him, but he chooses to give back more than he feels he's ever received. That thought alone still breaks my heart.
Today, though, today is the day my world cracked. Sure, it might have only been just a splinter, but it was a pretty big one, if you ask me.
Spencer and his team were on a manhunt, and one of his teammates, he told me, got shot. She was in critical condition and had been in surgery. While on the phone, I felt like I wasn't being told the whole story. I knew I wasn't. The second I overheard someone say on his end, "Hey, Spence, she's awake," all I heard after that was the sound of my phone beeping at me that the call had ended.
Next time he calls me is from Brookfield Assisted Living, where I learn his mother lives. He would mention her here and there, but he never would ask me to go see her with him.
Which is why this call was so shocking.
Spencer📲: Hey, Y/N, it's Spencer. Um, my mother--, she--well, she's having a really great day, and I--well, I was hoping you'd-- he stopped himself. Would you like to meet me here at Brookfield? She'd really love to meet you.
Me📲: Su-sure, just uhh, let me go grab my things, and I'll see you there.
With traffic and everything, I managed to arrive just shy of ten minutes past when I thought I'd be there. I greeted the lady at the front desk, saying I'd been asked by Spencer to join him and his mother. She kindly pointed me in the right direction, and I smiled as I slowly moved that way. It's just his mother, Y/N, you don't have to be so nervous. I thought back to when he'd been a seemingly nervous wreck in front of me. It gave me a moment of confidence.
Confidence, which was shattered upon hearing his voice as he was talking with his mother.
"---never allowed myself to even consider ... a relationship with someone else."
"You think that's what I'm doing?" When I heard those spoken, a piece of my heart cracked without my permission. "..closing myself off to possibilities because I'm waiting for a life with J.J.?" I wanted to move, to do something, but I remained stuck to the carpet, stuck with the knowledge that our relationship, or whatever it is...was, meant far more to me than it ever did to him.
"Aren't you, honey? Just minutes ago, you were pouring your heart out, telling me that she told you she loved you."
"Yeah, yes, Mom, she did, but then, I did meet somebody." I hated how my heart came alive again at the sound of how sincere he sounded. "She's wonderful, we get along .... but--"
"What? No spark?" I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I imagined how our first kiss went ...
"I don't care what statistics you have in that big brain of yours, chocolate solves everything," I said, handing him a piece of a Kit-Kat bar. He laughed, beautifully, while taking the bar and biting a piece off in his mouth.
"Actually, I do have a pretty cool fact about chocolate, do you want to hear it?" I eyed him, suspiciously, taking another bite of my wafer bar. I nodded as we kept walking, hand in hand while eating our kit-kats. "See, chocolate has this chemical called phenethylamine, a pheromone of sorts that includes monoamine, dopamine, norepinephrine and serotonin." I blinked up at him a couple times, hoping my action would convey to him that he needs to further explain. He chuckled lightly, taking another bite before tossing his and my wrappers in the trash. "In short, it's known to cause the emotion of love."
"Wh--what?" All in one fluid motion, Spencer's hands rose up to caress my face as his lips leaned in to meet mine. That night, I felt fireworks for the first time since I could remember. After what seemed like forever, we separated, trying to fill our lungs with the air we equally deprived ourselves of. With a goofy smile, he stole another kiss, leaving me feeling as weightless as a cloud. I knew I'd never be the same, again.
"No, Mom, it--it's not that," Spencer explained, and I thought, maybe that would be my cue to make my appearance, after all, I was invited here.
"Honey," his mother said, "life is long and it's hard, and you deserve to have someone who will share all of it with you. All of it." At that moment, I knew. As much as I have come to realize just how much I love him, I am in love with him .... he doesn't want all of it, at least, not with me.
I left before I could hear another word. The lady at the front noticed me leave, but I couldn't be bothered if she informed Spencer or not. I just needed to get out--to breathe.
The next day, I broke up with him over text.
I know, a pathetic move. I just knew that if I laid my eyes on his ever again, I'd never come back from it. I would let myself drown in all the regret that is Dr. Spencer Reid.
Me📱: I can't do this anymore. Just forget about me, please. I need to do the same.
I've mulled over those words for months now. Wondering if I made a mistake, should I have at least given him the benefit of the doubt? Let him explain himself, fill in the missing pieces I can't seem to find in anyone but him?
I tried to go on dates, but none of them seemed to ever be him. I settled, instead, for meaningless one night stands, making sure there was never time afterwards for emotional attachment. I couldn't handle that. It did help that Spencer and I never did have that. A part of me always wondered now, was it because of this ... J.J.? Was he just 'going through the motions' with me while making googly eyes at her?
It was a normal Thursday afternoon when I got the call. It was a number that used to make me feel like a thousand butterflies were fluttering in the pit of my stomach. Now, it just feels like a thousand knots. I'm unsure if I even have the desire to untangle.
Spencer📲: Hello? Is this Y/N? The voice on the other end was most definitely not Spencer.
Me📲: I'm sorry--yes, this is Y/N, but, um .... who are you?
Spencer📲: Oh, terribly sorry, honey, my name is Penelope. Spencer's talked about you, and well ... I felt I should inform you that he's currently at Stafford Hospital, he uhh, he hit his head pretty hard, but I think he'd like to see if---when he wakes up.
Me📲: Oh, oohh okay. I'll um, just let me, um, I'll be there---thank you, Penelope.
It took me no time at all to drive there, but it was hell trying to get to see him. The receptionists at the front desk were adamant that I would not be allowed to see him since I wasn't family, nor did we work together. I figured I could go to the vending machines, wait for Penelope to hopefully come find me and show me to Spencer's room.
Once I'd manage to get the last of the Nutty Bars, I overheard two women talking only about ten feet from me.
"J.J., honey, Spencer told me everything, you have nothing to be ashamed of." Spencer? J.J. That voice .... his mother! I spun around, though also trying to appear inconspicuous as I found an empty seat to sit in while looking in the opposite direction, keeping my ears trained on their voices.
"I know, I know, Diana, but...this is Spence we're talking about. Do you uhh, do you remember him ever telling you about our ... date?" Date? Wait...he dated her before?
"Oh, yeah, I do remember that letter fondly. He had such the biggest crush on you. You know, afterwards, he did ask me if he'd always be seen as more of a friend, than a boyfriend." I want him as my boyfriend, I thought, grateful my mouth never repeated it.
"See, the thing is, I really never did ever see him as ... well, more than my friend."
"What do you mean?"
"Will and I ... we're, we were letting ourselves lose sight of each other after Michael was born. I just -- I did think Spencer was cute years ago, I mean, he still is, but --- those feelings turned into pure admiration and --- and love, like platonic love. I just, I don't know if I was clear enough when we, uhh, talked months ago."
"You know, his father and I had our own shares of mishaps, but---we let them destroy our marriage. As long as you and Will still talk...communicate, all will be fine. The way Spencer talks about your husband in his letters, he's fond of him, too. And he's been over the moon happy being your boys' godfather."
"Yeah, I just---I hope he lives to see the say he becomes a dad. I want that for him and, I know that he'll never get that from me, but he---he should, he deserves to get that from someone."
"He sure does."
I glanced over, watching the two women walk inside a room. Room 206. I waited. I trusted that this Penelope lady would look for me. Sure enough, I must've dozed off, because she was tapping my shoulder, gently waking me up.
"Hey, Y/N, I'm glad you came, uhh, look, Spencer's still unconscious, but um, we got some work to do, so his mom is still here, but she's asleep, so just --- be quiet." I nodded my head, showing her I can be as quiet as a mouse.
The moment I saw the cords, and the I.V.'s, the smell alone made me nauseous. Penelope waved goodbye, and I took the seat closest to him, gently sitting down so as to not wake his mother.
"Hey, Spence...it's um, it's Y/N." I pushed some curls out of his face, letting my fingers dance along his fragile skin. "I um, I need to tell you something. And, it's--it's hard to say, because I kinda overheard you and your mom talking, then your mom talking with...J.J.? I presume." I was so deep in my own thoughts, trying to vocalize them that I never heard the chair squeak from behind me. "Spencer, I'm---I think I'm either in love with you, or um, I'm starting to be. I don't know, I guess I just---I knew I needed to see you...even if it's just one last time."
"So, you must be Y/N," a voice I recognized said from behind me. I turned around to see Spencer's mom standing there with a knowing look in her eyes. I gulped, letting go of his hand, placing both now in front of me as I moved to stand up, not necessarily wanting to stay here any longer.
"I am, ho--how'd you know?"
"Oh, dear, Spencer talks about you all the time--"
"I doubt that." I didn't mean to cut her off per say, I just, I knew it was a lie. It had to be. "With all due respect, Mrs. Reid, I really just came to say goodbye."
As luck would have it, I missed my chance to be out of his life forever by a solid five seconds.
"M---mom?" The both of us snapped our heads to the bed where a set of eyes, now open, were looking at us like they were seeing for the first time in, well, forever.
"Oh, Spencer, my baby, I'm so glad you're alive!"
"You mean this isn't heaven?" We both chuckled a little at that and I noticed he glanced past his mother to look at me. "Y/N?" I nodded, still unsure I wouldn't betray myself if the time came. The way his face broke into a smile caused my heart to burst. "Hey, Mom, uhh, can you---"
"Sure thing, sweetie. I think Penelope is still getting snacks. I'll go join her." No sooner had she left the room, Spencer's hand immediately latched onto mine, intertwining our fingers together like they belonged.
"Y/N, whatever it was that I did ... or said, please, please tell me what I can do, I --- I miss you." There they are. Three words I longed to hear. The only problem was, those weren't the same three words that came to my mind when I locked eyes with him. I love you. I felt a pain in my chest I couldn't shake.
"You miss me? As a...friend?" That last word was hard to shove out my mouth, but I did it. I could already feel the tears trickle down my face, my makeup now smudged, as I desperately tried to wipe the evidence away. I'm sure my eyes were puffy and bloodshot, too.
"More than."
My head shot up, my eyes meeting his, they were wet from tears, too. "I--I was afraid, Y/N. For--for years now, I let my feelings for J.J. rest on the back burner, always there but never touched. Over the years, we grew to love each other as friends, best friends, even, but---the thought of it being more, it just--it was always there." Spencer moved to sit up a bit more, leaning forward to take my hand in the process. I couldn't let go even if I tried. "Y/N, to be honest, I was ... I wasn't sure about you, about us---not until that kiss."
"You mean--"
"Our first one, it both excited me and scared me, I just---I could feel myself slowly beginning to fall for you, and --- I wasn't sure what it would mean if I let it. If I let my feelings for you deepen." I nod my head, unsure how to move forward from here. Did I want that? More importantly, did I want to move forward with him? "I uhh, I know I have no right to ask, but---would you ever consider giving me--us a second chance?" I thought it over. His big, honey brown eyes just beamed of sorrow and regret, and also ... hope?
"Let me sleep on it, okay?" He turned his gaze away from me, nodding seldomly. I slowly traced up his leg with my index finger, settling over his hand, holding it tight. "Promise me there'll always be room in your heart for me?"
"Y/N, my mother used to always tell me that love is a world of its own that lives in the heart, not the head. So, believe me when I say---I believe you are my heart."
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"M---mom?" The both of us snapped our heads to the bed where a set of eyes, now open, were looking at us like they were seeing for the first time in, well, forever.
"Oh, Spencer, my baby, I'm so glad you're alive!"
"You mean this isn't heaven?" We both chuckled a little at that and I noticed he glanced past his mother to look at me. "Y/N?" The frowny pout I saw diminished any hopes and dreams I had mere seconds ago, now crushed like dust inside his palm.
"Why don't I leave you two alone, hmm?" As I nodded, watching her leave, I saw flashes of fear and anger in Spencer's eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Mom, it--it's okay, you can stay--"
"Spencer, honey, I think this is a conversation I should not hear firsthand."
Silence. It was one of the things the two of us have gotten rather good at.
"Spencer, I---"
"I know what you're going to say, Y/N." His tone wasn't gentle, and it sure as hell wasn't nice.
"Fine, genius, what was I about to say?"
"That you love me...that you're in love with me.." His voice was harsh, as he glanced up at me, a painful look in his eyes, made me feel like he was piercing me with his words, his expressions, just everything.
"You're right, Spencer. I do love you. I don't think I could ever stop, no matter how hard I try, and believe me, now more than ever, I know I need to at least try." He simply hangs his head in defeat, laying back down so his head was back on the pillow. "I came here because a good friend of yours called, and---I love you too much to not be here," I knew I was getting too emotional, too attached. "But, for both our sakes, I think it's best we don't see each other, at all, anymore."
"Right, yeah, probably for the best." I moved to give him one last parting kiss on the cheek, catching a tear that had fallen from his eye on my lips. "Y/N, for what it's worth, I--I wish things could've been different between us. I wish my heart had more room in it for you...romantically."
"But you still don't know how to live in a world where J.J. isn't a possibility, hmm?" The shock that flashed over Spencer's eyes was something I didn't realize would give me a little bit of joy. "It---it's okay, I get it. You can't let me all the way in, not without destroying that possibility." I moved to walk towards the door, taking in every inch of him, knowing I'll never lay eyes on his beautiful self ever again.
"Goodbye, Spencer Reid."
As I walked out, waiting until I knew I was out of his line of sight, I ran as fast as I could down the hall to the elevator. What I didn't see was that J.J. had been waiting just outside Spencer's door, having heard the entire thing.
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Shallow (Dean Winchester x F! Reader)
Word Count: 4549
About: Set during S15 finale, so SPOILERS. You and the boys pick up a vamp hunt while at a Pie Festival. The hunt ends tragically.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Jody, Cas, Young Dean (s15), Lyla (OC)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader (Anyone can obviously read it)
Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death, Depression (mentioned), Time Jumps.
A/N: It's been while since I did a SPN fic! Writing it made me miss the them more!
A/N 2: This might need some tissues.
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You laid there, feeling the cool body paint move around on your back. Dean’s gentle fingers tracing over your back could put you to sleep. This had been the most calm and rest you had in the last couple years. You deserved it! Hell, Dean deserved it more than you. He had been fighting longer than you ever had.
Dean and you crossed paths six years ago during a demon hunt. It really was your hunt and you wouldn’t want to admit it, but you really weren’t doing too hot. You were extremely lucky the Winchester’s stumbled across your hunt when they did. If it weren’t for them you’d probably be some demon's meat suit or doing the conga in hell with the devil himself. That was until you learned of where the devil really was a few years later.
You and Dean rarely got along over the first few years. The two of you always butted heads and argued during most hunts. It annoyed Sam so much that he actually told the two of you “Sleep together already! I can’t take the sexual tension and the bickering any longer.”
It didn’t take longer after that for Dean to grab your face and kiss you.
“Are you done back there?” You tried to twist a bit but a hand gently pushed you back into place.
“Nope,” Dean enunciated the word. “Almost. This is going to look epic though.”
“Doesn’t need to be the Sistine Chapel,” You buried your face back into the pillow.
Dean gasped. “Excuse me? Your back deserves a painting better than the Sistine Chapel. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give you the best?”
You chuckled and mumbled something into the pillow.
Once Dean was finished, he reached for his phone and took a picture of it. “There we go,” you heard the smile in his voice. “Now that’s what I like to call the Sistine Back. Here, take a look.”
You lifted your head to see Dean lay on his side next to you. A huge smile painted his face as he showed the screen of his phone to you. What you saw, had you laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, Dean,” you breathed in between laughs. “This is better than the Sistine Chapel. I love it!”
Dean’s face lit up so bright, it could have brightened up the dimly lit room. “Yeah? Maybe I should get this printed out big enough to fit the ceiling in here.”
You shook your head as laughter took over your body once again. “Oh, God, yes! We can stare at the hamburger and apple pie every night we have sex.”
“Yeah,” Dean pushed you onto your back, getting the body paints onto the sheets under you. He plants a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, making you shiver through your entire body. Dean began to kiss down your body until he got to your belly. He looked up at you with those bright green eyes. Instead of slinking down further, he crept back up and hovered over you. Those eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. This man has shown you more love than any other man, including your father, has ever shown you. “I love you, don’t you ever forget that.”
“Never,” you reached up, wrapped your arms around his necK and pulled him to your lips. “I have a surprise for you.” Twisted to the side and pulled a piece of paper out of the side table drawer and handed it to him. You watched as his face lit up and looked between the paper and your face.
“A pie festival?” The excitement was clear as day in his voice. “Oh, Sweetheart, we are so going to this thing. The three of us. A huge family road trip.”
And that’s what you all did.
It was the best trip you all had. Dean tried every single pie he could get his hands on. You and Sam watched as he ate each slice. Looking like he was in heaven with each bite he took. It made you happy to see him so at peace not worrying about anything. There’s no end of the world evil to take care of. There hadn’t been for awhile.
LIfe seemed to be normal.
“You gotta try this one,” Dean sat next to you with another big box full of piece samples. He gave you a fork and pushed a pie towards you. “Don’t give it that look. It’s a honey apple pie with a tad bit of rosemary. So much sweeter than normal apple pie.” You took a small bite and Dean was right. It was sweeter.
“Not going to lie, that was pretty good,” you went for another bite.
“So, guys, get this,” Sam sat down with a newspaper in hand. Can’t be a fun trip unless Sam had his paper to look at. “There was a kidnapping last night. Father murdered and the mother’s tongue cut out. Both kids are missing.”
“Okay, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing,” you reach for the paper. “Maybe leave it to the local PD?” Suddenly, Dean took the paper from your hands and stared at the picture to the article of the tragic story.
“I’ve seen this before,” he mumbled. “Do we still have Dad’s journal?”
“Yeah, why?” Sam asked.
“I think I’ve seen these masks before.”
And Dean. Once he found the drawing John Winchester drew years ago, they matched the ones in the paper. You guys were looking at a pair of masked vamps and you guys were pretty much the closest hunters to take care of it.
“It’s one little hunt,” Dean shrugged as he checked out the weapons in the trunk. “Why don’t we take care of it and then head on home.”
It didn’t take long for you guys to locate the missing children. They were being held in an old barn on the outskirts of town. There three of you, so it shouldn’t be too hard to fight a small nest of vamps. You guys have taken out larger nests in the past.
“Come on, just this once?” Dean had asked. You peaked your head around the trunk and saw Dean holding up ninja stars with a huge smile on his face. Sam on the other hand just stared at him and shook his head.
“Not this time, man.”
Dean put the stars away while mumblings about how Sam was no fun. You smiled and patted him on the back and told him that there will be another time to use them. Dean gumbled some more and you had to remind him that you book a separate motel room away from Sam and that you brought some fun toys.
Even his favorite one to use on you.
Getting into the barn was too easy. Sam and Dean fought the two vamps that jumped out, making it easier for you to grab the two kids and get them to the impala. Once you strapped them in, you were making your way towards the driver side, you were tackled by one of the vamps.
The two of you wrestled in the dirt until you were able to break away and grab hold of your machete. You get to your feet and are tackled again, this time the vamp pins you firmly to the ground. The vamp removed his mask and bit down onto your neck, making you cry out. When the vamp pulled back, you took that small opening to headbutt him and kick in in the groin. You rolled away and quickly stood up and swung your machete. The vamp's head rolled onto the ground. You looked up and saw the terrified look on the children’s face.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you told them when you opened their door. You pulled the blankets over them and gave them some water and the sandwiches you made. “Drink and eat, we’ll get you home soon.” You heard it go quiet in the barn. It was too quiet and something in you told you something wasn’t right. “Hang on tight,” you closed the door and ran inside the barn.
What you saw, it almost knocked the wind out of you. There, Dean’s back was pressed firmly against a wooden pillar with a pained expression on his face. You ran up to him and looked at the damage and felt the tears fall as your heart begin to break.
Dean wasn’t going to come back from this.
“Dean,” you whispered as you met his eyes.
“I know, sweetheart,” He winced as he spoke. You saw his breathing get deeper and more shallow. “I love you. Don’t you forget that when you find someone else.” You squeezed your eyes shut because there was nothing you can do or say that will change the outcome of this. You felt Dean’s hand on your face pulling you towards his lips.
This kiss wasn’t like past kisses. It was firm and passionate and slow. He wanted you to remember this kiss for years to come. “Until we meet again,” Dean whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Take care of her, Sam,” Dean added.
Everything that followed after that, felt like a dream. Your body felt heavy as you drove the kids to the nearest police station with some story about how you found them. The man that you loved, the man who you spent many nights talking about some kind of future, that man was now gone.
When you got back to the barn, the sun was just beginning to rise. You saw Sam sitting next to a covered up heap and the realization, again, hit you hard. The cover heap was Dean’s body. You stopped the impala and got out. Sam looked up at you with red eyes. You knew he had been crying hard. Probably as hard as you had. Sam got up and effortlessly picked up Dean and placed him in the back seat.
The whole way back to the bunker, neither of you spoke. You just took turns crying and driving. Stopping on the side of the road and just letting the other scream out in whatever pain the two of you had left in your bodies.
Back at the bunker, the two of you worked and got a pyre ready. When it was ready, you watched as Sam carried his big brother's body and gently placed it on the wooden display. You stood, with Miracle standing next to you. She had been whimpering off and on. She knew Dean was up there. You knelt down and let her nuzzle you while you let some more tears fall. Miracle was all you had left of Dean now.
Sam had some trouble lighting the pyre so you went up and helped it light it. Soon, the pyre and Dean were on fire. Then the two of you stared at it until it was nothing but ash.
***
You sat in Jody’s spare room while Miracle laid at your feet. You still wished all of this were a dream because neither you nor Sam, could adjust to the new reality that Dean was gone. So the two of you packed up what you could and left the bunker.
You guys drove until you were on Jody’s doorstep at midnight. She knew something was wrong when she looked deeply into your faces and asked where Dean was. When she saw the tears in your guys eyes, her whole face fell. She pulled the two of you into the tightest hug and held on tightly as the three of you cried silently.
A gentle knock on your door startled you. You got up and answered the door and saw Sam standing there. He was dressed in fresh clothes holding two cups of coffee.
“Are you, uh, doing okay?” Sam asked as you took the coffee from him. “I know it’s a stupid question but…”
You gave a pained smile, “I know I’ll be okay, but I feel like I won’t be okay. I’ve tried praying to Jack but I’m pretty sure he’s busy fixing Heaven.” You recount the hours you cried out to Jack about the loss of Dean. You cried about how you wanted him back. You cried about how you were supposed to move on from an epic love like that. You cried about how you just missed him and needed him to make it better.
“Same here,” Sam ran his hands through his hair. “I’m going to go look at places, apartments, that we can share and see what kind of jobs we can get. Do you want to come along?”
You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Not today, maybe tomorrow. I really want to spend time alone and process these last couple days.”
“Okay, no worries,” Sam nodded his head. “I’ll see you when I come back.”
“Okay.”
You waited until Sam had been gone for an hour to pack your bags again and head down stairs. You were in the process of opening the door when you heard someone behind you. Turning around you saw Jody standing in the entryway with you. She didn’t say anything, she just pulled a pair of keys out of the bowl next to her and handed them to you.
“Call me when you're safe,” she placed a hand on your face and gave you a smile. “I can’t bear to lose another kid.” A few tears slipped down her cheek.
Agreeing to call her, you slipped out the door and to the car Jody let you use. You got in and made sure Miracle was settled in the passenger seat. Then you were on your way out of town. You weren’t sure where you would go but you knew you needed to get far away from everything.
You needed to start fresh somewhere.
***
Years have passed and you’ve found that the pain of losing Dean has lessened. You’re able to have random memories of him without crying or hours and days on end. You were able to wake up without feeling like there was a hole on your chest. You were finally able to tell Sam why you ran after you were states away. You promised him it would be for a bit and that you’ll contact him.
Sadly, that day never came.
Two months after losing Dean you began to feel sick. You weren’t sure if it was the stress of losing Dean or starting a new life or both. So, off you went to the doctors and there you sat on the papery bed feeling like you were hit by a truck. The words that the doctor told you, they echoed around in your head.
“And the father?” the words were almost like a whisper in your already loud and spinning head.
“What?” you shook your head.
“That father?” the doctor repeated. “What do you know about the father?”
You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Um, he’s not in the picture.” Your voice had been quiet. Your heart felt like it had been breaking all over again. Part of you couldn’t believe this was happening. Part of you believed it, Dean and you were never really safe when it came to sex.
“One night stand? We do have options,” the doctor began to say.
“No no,” you shook your head. “The father, he’s um...he passed away.” You choked on the words. Hearing it out loud, made his death all the more real.
“My apologies,” The doctor whispered.
You took the pamphlets and walked out of the doctors. You didn’t know what you would do. This was all so new and all so painful at the same time. Dean was supposed to be here with you whenever this happened. In the end, you chose to keep the baby. You called Jody and Donna and told them, making them both promise not to tell Sam.
Over the years, you heard about Sam through Donna and Jody. He got married and had a kid of his own. You wanted to reach out but at this point it had been years and the two of you had settled into non hunting life. It wouldn’t be fair to disrupt it.
As more years passed, you saw Lyla become more and more like her father. She had his green eyes and his smile. She was smart and would get her hands on just about anything and that made you wonder, where did she get that from. Smart brains ran on both sides. Maybe something from Sam or something from your father. She loved pie just as much as Dean, and you’d take her to the pie festival every year.
As Lyla grew, she asked about Dean from time to time and you told her what you could. You also told her that when she turned into an adult you would tell her more, that telling her while she was young and child wouldn’t be safe or wise. In the meantime, you told her all the things asked about.
“What was Daddy’s favorite food?”
“What did Daddy like to do for fun?”
“What was Daddy’s favorite color?”
“Did Daddy have a favorite movie?”
The questions were endless, but you loved to answer them. Then one day, Lyla came up to you one morning, her dark hair looking like a bird's nest. Her face was beaming with happiness.
“Mommy,” Lyla’s voice was an octave higher. “Did you know, Daddy is in Heaven?”
You almost choked on your coffee. “What, Sweetie?”
“Daddy, he’s in Heaven. An angel told me,” she walked off and grabbed her stuffed chicken, one that she named Chickie Meow Meow, and hugged it tightly.
“What angel?” you asked. You got up and began to check all your warding, the ones that kept the bad creatures out. Everything seemed to be in place, even that salt that still blended in with your window panels. Then you checked to see if Lyla still wore the anti-possesion charm necklace you had made for her. She still did. “What did the angel look like?”
“He wore a funny brown jacket,” she answered. “He said his name was Cas. He wanted me to tell you that Daddy is fine. That they are looking over us.” You pulled Lyla into a hug and let some tears fall.
***
You walked into that old abandoned barn. You had left Lyla with Jody for the weekend. You sat down and placed all that you needed to summon Cas. You didn’t want to pray, you knew Cas all too well, he probably wouldn’t show up. But if you summoned him, you knew he had no choice but to come and see you. You lit the match and dropped it into the bowl and waited.
“Y/N” The deep, rough voice said your name.
You turned to see Cas standing there. In the same thing that he had been taken away in. But it was cleaner. “How are you alive?” you asked outright.
“Jack, he brought me back,” Cas took a few steps closer to you. “You know you could have prayed and I would have come.”
“But would you?” you gave the angel a smirk and raised your eyebrows.
“I did it for Lyla,” Cas looked into your eyes. “She prayed about Dean and wanted to know if he was in Heaven. I thought it best that it was me to come to her.”
You looked down, you couldn’t bear to look into the angel's blue eyes. You always assumed things and that always backfired and kicked you in the ass. “Then why didn’t you come to me when I cried out to you or to Jack?”
“I did,” Cas closed the distance and placed a hand under your chin and lifted your face to meet his eyes. “Each night that you cried yourself to sleep, I was there sitting at the foot of your bed. Each night that you drank yourself to sleep, before you found out you were pregnant, I sat there and rubbed your back the way Dean told me too. Then when you were in that delivery room all by yourself, I was there to make sure things went smoothly. Then when you were sleeping, I memorized everything there was about Lyla. I have watched over the two of you these last nine years. Dean would be so proud of how far you have come.”
You stood there and cried silently as Cas spoke. “Cas,” you whispered, wiping the tears from your face. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I can’t be on Earth as much, Jack and I are still fixing Heaven but I can tell you that Dean is waiting for you.” Cas moved his hand to your shoulder. “I have to go, but I was told to tell you, I love you by Dean.”
Then you were alone.
***
Twelve year passed and you’re helping Lyla with a college event. She had just turned twenty-one and was nearly done with her bachelor degree. At this point, she knew all that there was to Dean. She knew he was a hunter, that he saved the world countless times, that he had some faults, and so on.
Lyla knew of what goes bump in the night. She’s read every note and the journal you kept during the time you had been hunting. When she asked if Dean kept one, you had told her that he didn’t. That he used his fathers and you weren’t sure where that ended up. Lyla even went above and got whatever protection tattoos down her spine.
So, while you’re helping Lyla you had a boy, about nineteen years old come up to the booth and look around. He looked familiar to you. He wore a long sleeve flannel, that was probably why. Sam and Dean always wore flannel. That was probably why and it made you miss the younger Winchester. You should have kept in contact with him or at least told him of Lyla.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out to you.
You turned around and your heart just about fell from your chest. There standing with grey hair, was Sam Winchester. He hadn’t changed too much except for the hair and the fact that he wore glasses. He still looked like the Sam Winchester you knew all those years ago.
“Sam?” You crossed your arms.
“The one and only,” he smiled. “What are you doing here?”
Before you could answer, Lyla came up to you. “Mom, we’re going to need some more pamphlets, we’re just about out.” You turned to Lyla who saw Sam. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“It’s okay, take my keys and you can go print some out at the UPS down the street,” You motioned to your bag.
After Lyla had left you turned back to Sam who had watched her the whole time. It was like he knew. “So, you have a kid too?” You heard the tone in his voice. Lyla looked so much like Dean these days, you knew someone from your past was bound to notice. Sam most of all.
“Yeah,” you answer quietly. “Her name’s Lyla.”
“Cool, that’s great you found someone to populate the Earth with,” Sam gestured towards you. That tone he held was still there. The look in his eyes was the very same one he used on you when he called you out on yours and Dean’s sexual tension.
“You know, don’t you?” you lowered your arms.
“She looks a lot like Dean,” Sam whispered. “Is that why you ran? Is that why I never heard from you?” You stared at Sam and tried to hold back your emotions. “Dean’s final words were to take care of you. I failed at that when you ran.”
“You failed when you didn’t come and look for me,” you lashed out. “I thought you would have looked for me despite everything I told you. You should have found me. Then I find out through Jody your married and have a kid, I thought it best not to mess up what you got for yourself.”
Sam stared at you and nodded. “I should have and I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered and looked around. The boy in the flannel was still there. Then it hit you. “Is that?”
“My son,” Sam’s face lit up brighter than you’ve ever seen it. “His name is Dean.”
For the next five years you kept in touch with Sam. You guys spent holidays and birthdays with each other. That was, until you got sick and the doctors couldn’t help you. So, in your hospital room, Sam sat beside you. He wasn’t doing too well either, but he held your hand and smiled at you.
“Tell Dean I said hi,” were the last words you heard.
***
When your eyes opened again, you were sitting on a bench. Around you was a field of just plain old grass and a few trees. You knew this place all too well. You stood and realized you were back in your younger body. Having that kind of movement again, it was amazing. You began to walk around, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. It all felt nice and it made you smile.
“Hey, Sweetheart.”
You spun around at the familiar sound. There he stood, looking handsome as ever in his jacket and leaning against the Impala with that heartwarming smile. “Dean,” you said his name like he hadn’t been dead for almost three decades.
Dean pushed himself off the impala and closed the distance between the two of you. He placed a hand on your cheek and brushed his calloused thumb over it. You closed your eyes and took in the touch. “You know, time is different up here. It doesn’t feel like it’s been twenty-six years.” Then he pressed his lips to yours and the feel almost knocked you off your feet.
“Are we allowed to kiss in Heaven?” you pulled away from him.
“I don’t think Jack minds,” Dean smiled and gathered you into his arms and pressed his lips more firmly to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him. “Wanna go for a ride?” He asked when he pulled away.
“Sure, I missed this beauty.” You ran your hand along the impala and just as you were about to get in, Dean staring at you caught your eye. “What?”
“Cas says you had a baby,” Dean crossed his arms on top of the hood. “I have to ask…”
You smiled at him and leaned on the hood as well. “She’s yours and she’s incredible. Loves pie just like her daddy. I thought Cas would’ve told you.”
“Time moves differently up here,” Dean repeated what he said earlier. “What’s her name?”
“Lyla,” you smiled. “Lyla Winchester.”
“I wish I got to know her,” Dean spoke softly.
“You will,” you got into the passenger side. “I can tell you all you want about her.”
Dean followed you into the impala. “I don’t have to worry about some random dude coming here and claiming you as his wife or something?”
“Nope,” You sat back. “Now drive or I’ll start walking.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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summary: After returning from a hunt, (Y/n) joins her boyfriends lazy day. Dean treats her injury and eats the cake his girlfriend brought. Then they cuddle and fall asleep.
pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader, Cas (mentioned)
warnings: NO SPOILERS FOR S15! fluff, stupid jokes, Deans bisexual ass
words: 765
a/n: inspired by the gif and don‘t mind my dumb jokes (it‘s 1 am..)
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The door busts open and a female stops in the frame. Her (e/c) eyes focus on the hunter laying on his bed. Dean rips his gaze away from the action movie and smiles at his girlfriend while there is still a slice of pizza between his teeth.
For some time they look at each other. The only sound filling the room is the gunfight of the movie. Then (Y/n)s eyes wander all over her boyfriends body.
“Nice ass.“ A huge grin appears on the females lips. “You know who cuffs their jeans and wears stupid socks, right?“, (Y/n) refers to Deans lazy-day outfit.
The hunters face is full of confusion, not understanding what (Y/n) means.
“Bisexuals.“
Now a laugh escapes Deans lips and the slice of pizza falls on the bedsheets. Quickly, he picks it up and stuffs it inside his mouth.
“I mean, I always knew sooner or later you would leave me for Cas...“, the female starts in a teasing manner. But before she can finish her sentence, Dean jumps from the bed, still chewing on his pizza slice. He wraps his strong arms around (Y/n) and lifts her feet from the ground. His face disappears in her neck where he places soft kisses on her skin.
“I will never leave you. Who will make me pie when you are gone? Cas for sure not!“, Dean mumbles and can hear his girlfriends sweet giggle. Shortly after Dean set (Y/n) down on his bed, he presses a sweet kiss on her lips. Actually, he wanted to deepen the kiss, but then he notices the cut over her left eyebrow.
“You are hurt.“
“It‘s nothing!“
Nevertheless, Dean goes to his cabinet and pulls out everything he needs to treat (Y/n)s injury. He sits down on his bed and pats his lap, telling (Y/n) to take a seat, so he can easily take care of her wound. First, he cleans it then he places a Star wars patch over it.
“You haven‘t got other plasters?“, (Y/n) asks with a chuckle because the patch has got small droids on it.
“Come on! You love Star wars“, Dean says and kisses her nose while hugging (Y/n). Unfortunately, his girlfriend pulls away and stands up to reach her backpack which she forgot in the door frame. Dean pouts at her because he really wanted some more kisses.
“I have to shower, Didi. I‘m sorry but while I‘m gone, I’ve got something for you.“ Dean rolls his eyes because of the dump nickname. But the moment (Y/n) pulls a package out of her bag, he smiles widely. “A cake!“
Dean stands up and takes the pie from his girlfriends hands while whispering I love you.
“I hope you mean me and not the cake“, the female hunter says. She walks to their shared closet to get fresh clothes. Then (Y/n) disappears in the bathroom and soon the sound of flowing water reaches Deans ears.
By the time (Y/n) steps out of the shower, dries and dresses herself, Dean already ate the whole cake. The female finds him on his back on the bed, pressing both hands to his stomach. (Y/n) laughs and attracts Deans attention.
“Woah, hello there baby!“, he grins stupidly at the huntress because she is wearing his shirt. The shirt is too big for her, so he doesn`t notice her shorts yet. Dean tries to sit up but falls groaning backwards quickly.
“Your car is in the garage“, (Y/n) says dryly and sits down next to her boyfriend who is slightly shocked and confused by her stupid joke. She pets his messy hair and soon lays down on the bedsheets, cuddling closer to Dean.
“Wait, are you wearing my boxer shorts?“, Dean asks as (Y/n) places her left leg over his own. One of his hands grab the naked skin while his eyes stare at the little pies all over the boxers.
“I‘m sorry but your Scooby-Doo boxers are in the laundry.“ (Y/n) laughs at Deans perplexed expression. But then she lays her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and trying to watch the action movie. The hunt really wore her out which causes her eyes to feel weary.
“You look better in them anyway“, Dean realizes and starts stroking (Y/n)s back, knowing this will make her fall asleep sooner.
Neither (Y/n) nor Dean watch the end of the action movie because they fall asleep, entangled in each other.
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