#sammy lawrence x reader smut

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Initiation (BATIM smut: Sammy Lawrence x F!Reader fanfic)

Goodie Bag: vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, drug use (ink can do some crazy shit), wet dreams, hair gripping, big dick [if I forgot anything, please let me know]

TW: Satanic themes, religious cult stuff, sexual persuasion, slight brainwashing

Music I listened to as I wrote this: the Sammy Lawrence playlist I made:

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I saw that there wasn't enough Sammy Lawrence x Reader smut around this site, if any smut of Sammy at all. So I decided to be a pioneer and make one myself. I used a ChatFAI bot I made of Sammy to help with the dialogue and WHOO BOI, you are in for a feast! Again, thank you @omniuravity for introducing me to this man and my new priest kink. Also, I may edit this post here and there from time to time, but it shouldn't be too big a change. It's my fault for my mild perfectionism. Let's go!

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You don't remember when the dreams started.

It's been so long, you've lost track. But they all are essentially the same: a large slender eyeless demon with sharp teeth, dripping with ink, covering you with it as you feel a strange pleasure sink to your very core. Sometimes the demon watches as a man covered in ink takes you, filling your womb with his pitch-black seed. Sometimes the ink itself slithers onto you, covering your body and filling every one of your orifices until you were covered inside and out in it. You would wake up just before you could reach your climax, without fail. It's gotten to the point where you felt disappointed that you couldn't finish, ending up having to touch yourself to feel some sort of completion, but it was always only a fraction of the pleasure you felt in that dream.

You tried to look into what these dreams meant, what this demon was, but no answer. But then you discover something one night. You were watching a video and they talked about an old cartoon series with a character called 'Bendy' and his friends. The cute little demon reminded you so much of the demon in your dreams. You soon went down a rabbit hole of looking into these cartoons, finding out about the cast and crew who made it, about Joey Drew, and the studio it was created in. You also read newspaper articles talking about the various investigations into the studio, leading to its closure. You had to find out more, to find answers to all your questions.

But you also had to sleep, your eyes growing tired and your mind drifting off. You head to your bed and sleep for the night, and as you doze off, you're greeted by the ink demon once again. You ask it, "you're...Bendy..right?" The demon smiled widely and nodded, his teeth dripping with ink. He puts a hand on your head and you see an image of an abandoned, rundown building. You see the faded and broken signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. You then recognized the place as one not far from your apartment building. You then hear a deep and demonic voice whisper to you, "Come home..." That's when everything went dark and you wake up back in your room. You may have had more questions, but you now knew what to do to get them answered. You had to go to the studio.

It was a cold and cloudy autumn day when you arrived at the old building. You could hear the leaves crunch and crinkle under your shoes as you entered the property. It looked like it had been almost destroyed by the years of neglect and exposure to the elements. Even the gates were so rusted, they crumbled to dust as you opened it. You cautiously walked onto the property, making sure no one saw you. You could see the signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. Yep, this was definitely the place.

'Y/N....'

 

You hear a deep voice call your name. It wasn't the demon's voice, it was...someone else... it was like someone was whispering in your ear. You turn to see who it was, but you saw nothing. You turned your attention back to the entrance and everything inside your body was telling you 'go inside'. Your feet practically moved on their own as you entered the building. All the windows were shattered, faded pictures hung on the walls, old equipment covered in dust sitting on shelves and desks, and old sheet music and lyric notes were scattered all on the floor. You picked one up and read some of the lyrics. It was a song you recognized from one of the Bendy cartoons, and you saw the composer's name under the song title. 'Sammy Lawrence'.

 

'Y/N....'

 

You heard that voice again. You heard a door creak open and you saw some light coming from it. You can't help but go towards the door and open it. You go inside and you enter a hallway with dilapidated walls, covered in old posters of the Bendy cartoon, and ink dripping from the ceilings and puddles of it on the floor. You walked throughout the studio, finding old casette players with audio logs the cast and crew left behind. Jack Fain, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor, Susie Campbell, even Joey Drew himself spoke from those tapes. But there was one speaker that drew your attention the most, one whose voice you recognized as the one calling your name earlier. Sammy Lawrence. You were so drawn in by the sound of his voice, it was almost hypnotic. You listened as he spoke in his last tape,

'He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.

Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.

But, love requires sacrifice.

Can I get an amen?'

 

"Amen."

 

You cover your mouth, shocked at what had just happened. You didn't intend to say anything. It was like another voice was using you as a mouthpiece, controlling you. But it was your voice. You said it, but...

That's when you felt something warm and wet on your shoulders, it felt like a man's hands, but the smell of ink was almost disorienting. You froze up, too scared to move or speak or even breathe. You then sensed someone moving their head over your shoulder and you hear that same voice speak softly, almost seductively, in your ear,

 

"Ah, my dear Y/N. I see the Lord has finally brought you to me. How wonderful it is that we can share in his divine glory together."

 

You quickly turn around and back up to see who it was, and what you saw...was a black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy mask with a hole punched into the mouth, where you could see a smile in that inky blackness. He had no hair, his body was completely covered in ink, and a pair of overalls stained with ink were the only clothes he wore. He appeared to be only a few feet taller than you, but you still felt small as you looked at him. You spoke, "What do you mean? W..who are you? How do you know my name?" The figure walked closer to you and responded, "I am Sammy Lawrence, a faithful servant to our Lord Bendy and his chosen prophet. I know your name because he has revealed it to me. He knows all who enter his realm.”

Wait...Lord Bendy? Was he talking about the demon you’ve been dreaming about? “O..oh.. well..what do you want with me?” “What does any faithful servant want with their beloved deity's chosen one? To bask in your presence, to offer you to our Lord Bendy, and perhaps...to indulge in some...” He plays with a lock of your hair then finishes his sentence, ”...personal pleasures.” The way he said those last two words and the way he smiled under that mask sent chills down your spine. You take a good look at him and think about it. You had to admit, even though he only had a mask and was covered in ink, he was pretty attractive as far as his physique and voice were enough to go by. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personal pleasures he had in mind, and what it’d be like to indulge in those pleasures with him. Would it feel as good as those dreams you had?

His voice broke your train of thought. “Would you be willing to join me in the glory of his name, Y/N?” You connected the dots and figured out that he was asking if you wanted to join him in worshipping the ink demon. But you didn’t know what kind of religion this was. What the scripture was, what the laws were, what Bendy’s goal was, nothing. Maybe it was a religion that sounded bad on paper, but when you looked deeper into it, it was actually pretty reasonable and preached things that weren’t actually bad. Plus, this may be the only way to answer all your questions and to figure out what he was talking about when he said you were the ‘chosen one’. Your curiosity outweighed your concerns and fear, so you responded, “I suppose...it’d be alright...” Sammy grinned, saying, “Excellent, my dear. Let us begin our journey towards enlightenment together. But first, we must make sure you are properly prepared for your initiation." "Initiation?" "Yes, we shall show our savior your devotion and your willingness to accept him in your heart and soul by performing this ritual. Follow me and I will guide you in all ways necessary to serve our Lord's desires.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a moment. You saw as the ink dripped from it, as if the ink was a part of him. Was he a being of pure ink, a human and ink hybrid, or was he just covered in it? You looked at him, nodded, and took his hand. He led you through the halls and as you two walked, something deep inside you told you that this was the right thing. Was it, though?

Soon, Sammy led you into a room that was adorned with religious symbols and ink splatters all over. There was a giant satanic-like circle in the room, with black candles surrounding it. You could see a few Bendy cutouts leaning against the walls along with various writings on the walls in ink. Sammy guides you to the bed in the corner and has you sit while he gets everything ready for the ritual. You’re sitting there, not sure what’s going on and what will happen. ‘Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...’ The ink demon’s voice rang in your head, almost like he was right next to you. Then, Sammy walked up to you and knelt in front of you, looking up at you. He was serious about the ‘basking in your presence' thing, wasn’t he? “Are you ready, Y/N? To offer yourself completely to our savior?” His voice was in a soft tone, like he was a father soothing the fears of a child. You still weren’t entirely sure, but you did say yes, and you had the feeling this was the right thing to do, so you nodded and said, “I think so..” Sammy smiled and said as he offered his hand to you, “Then come, my dearest. Let us worship together in the name of our beloved deity.” His smile and how he was kneeling to you showed that he posed no threat, that what everything he told you was sincere. You also knew it was now or never to find out what was going on. You take his hand and you both stand up, him leading you to the circle.

He places you in the center and he lets go of your hand, walking away and grabbing what looked like an artist’s notebook with some words you couldn't tell crudely scribbled on the cover. Must be a bible, you figured. He smiled at you one last time before he started to recite some lines from the book. They sounded basically like lines you'd find in a regular bible mixed with what you’d say in a seance to summon something. As he spoke, his voice got louder and stronger with each sentence, he was putting his whole heart and soul into this. As the prayers went on, the circle started to glow and the room started to shake. While you were in the circle, it felt like it was sucking you in, keeping you inside like a magnet. No going back now. Once the chants were finished, Sammy entered the circle and held both your hands together with his and says, “Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...”

The same words the ink demon told you.

You nodded and then that’s when your hands and arms started to become covered in ink, and it was spreading. Sammy let you go and stepped out of the circle, having a fanatical look on his face as it occurred. “Yes, yes my dear Y/N. Let the ink consume you and become one with our Lord and savior. Give yourself completely to him.” The ink spread to your arms, your torso, your legs, it started to crawl up your neck and pool around your feet. Then something started to grow from the ink on the floor. It was a large mass, then it formed into a skinny humanoid shape, then it formed into the ink demon. You saw the demon look at you and smile, its maw and teeth dripping with ink. Just as it cradled you in its hands like a doll, everything suddenly went black.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a pitch black room, no light or reflections anywhere. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You were able to stand up, but when you tried to walk, your feet couldn’t move. Then you saw a light shine down and there was the ink demon in front of you. It towered over you by about 5 feet more than your own height, and all you could smell was the sickening scent of ink. You looked at the demon and saw him offer his hand to you. You looked at him and felt a sense of safety with him, security. You knew that if you took his hand, no harm would ever come to you, not from him, nor from anything, or anyone ever again. And if you took his hand, you will find the answers that you seek. With all that, you make your final decision.

 

You take his hand.

 

He smiles, gently grips your hand, and everything fades to black again.

 

You start to wake up, lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, with Sammy looking over you, smiling. “Welcome back, my dearest. You have been blessed by our Lord Bendy himself. How do you feel?” He helps you up and you notice that your body is now covered in black ink, your arms, your legs, everything but your clothes. It felt...warm. Like you were in a warm bath that relaxed all your muscles, getting rid of all your stress, worries, and fears. “I...I’m not sure,” you stutter out. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t sure. If your life was forever changed, you find out that you’re some chosen one for some demon, and your skin is now covered in ink, how would you react? Sammy placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly, saying, “It is normal to feel overwhelmed at first, my dear. But do not worry, our Lord Bendy has chosen you for a reason. You will soon understand your purpose in his grand plan.” He started to walk around the room as he continued, “Oh, you have no idea the full extent of the greatness of his plan. He is the one true god and we are but his faithful servants. Together, we will bring glory to him and all those who oppose us and any who trespass on this realm shall be sacrificed in his name.” He stared at the large ink drawing of Bendy on the wall and had his arms out like he was performing a sermon.

At this point, your lack of answers had made you a bit annoyed. "How am I the chosen one? Is there some sort of prophecy? What is Bendy's plan for me? Why am I here?" Sammy put his arms down and turned to you, sensing your frustration. He said as he walked up to you, "Our Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear. But you cannot deny that you have seen the signs. The visions you've had, of him in all of his glory. He has chosen you for something very special. I know that you were destined to be part of his plan. As for what he has in store for you, only time will tell. But rest assured, it will be nothing short of magnificent." Well..that explained why you had the dreams, but everything else was still left unanswered. Why were you the chosen one? What does that ink demon want with you? Is whatever he's planning your destiny?

Wait...what if...

You asked, "Will I find out his plan one day?" Sammy nodded and responded, "Yes, my dear Y/N. Our Lord will reveal his plan to you when the time is right. Until then, I will guide you and help you in any way I can." You felt a sense of ease as he spoke, relieved to know your questions would be answered one day. It may not have been now, but at least you'd be getting answers at all. And you were glad Sammy was here to help you understand this Lord Bendy and the rest of this religion. For now, it was best to wait and accept what answers you did get.

"Well..if you believe this plan is a good thing, then I'll believe you. But there is one thing you can help me with right now. What you said back there, about...indulging in personal pleasures...what did you mean by that?” A grin grew on his face as you mentioned his words from before. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his voice as sweet as honey, “Oh my dear, what I meant by that was exploring the pleasures of the flesh.” You felt a warmth grow on your cheeks as he continued, “Sharing our bodies as one under the watchful eye of our Lord. It is...” He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, ”...an intimate experience unlike any other.” You felt a shiver go down your spine from his voice. In that moment, you felt your body start to grow warm, you could feel your heat growing stronger. Was it your body reacting to his voice and touch, was it ‘Bendy’ doing this, or was it the ink having an effect on your senses? You weren’t sure anymore. Sammy could tell what was happening to you, and as he started to kiss your neck, he said softly, “No need to fight it, love. There’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. It's what our Lord wants for us. Embrace them and let us indulge together in the pleasures that he has bestowed upon us.” His voice, his kiss, and his touch just made the temptation grow inside you even more. You then remembered the dreams where you felt the immense pleasure. As images of those dreams flashed in your head, you remember the man covered in ink. That was when it hit you: Sammy was the ink man in those dreams. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, you knew he would give it to you, and this was your chance to do it. Besides, he said there was no reason to fight it, so why fight? “Ok..” With that, Sammy smiled and led you to the bed.

He then pulled you in and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you towards ecstasy. You felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he kissed you. In fact, your whole body felt more sensitive to his touch. You realized this was the same feeling you had as in your dreams. Maybe this was what Bendy had planned... You let go and kissed Sammy back just as passionately, moaning softly from the sensation. He moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. In between kisses, he said softly, "Oh my Y/N, you truly are a gift from our Lord..." The kissing continued and all of a sudden, you felt a liquid come from Sammy's mouth and enter yours. You recognized the smell and knew it was ink. You wanted to spit it out, but Sammy kept his mouth on yours and the ink flooded your mouth so much, you had no choice but to swallow it. You expected to start gagging from the vile taste, but...you noticed the taste was actually sweet. You also noticed the smell was no longer nauseating, it was...pleasant. You felt the ink coat everything as it went down your throat. Your arousal intensified and you felt your body growing warmer, all your worries, questions, and even thoughts slowly started to fade away, your mind starting to grow a bit hazy. Sammy broke the kiss and smiled. He whispered, "Let us become one for him." All you could say was, "Yes.."

Sammy kept kissing you as he laid you on the bed, took the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and slid it off to show your nude body. You slipped his straps off and once you did, he pulled away from the kiss to remove his own clothing, revealing his heavily inked body. You looked at him and were unable to speak as you looked at all of him. You could see his cock growing from the darkness of his body. It was much bigger than any man's you've ever seen.. It had to have been a blessing of some sort to be gifted with something as marvelous as that. But you wondered...would it even fit? Although...with how big it was, you knew it would certainly feel so good inside you. He grinned, knowing you liked what you saw, and started to grope your breasts, teasing your nipples with his fingers as he continued to kiss you. After a bit of that, he then slid a hand down your body down to your pussy, his finger tracing circles around your clit as he licks and kisses your neck. You couldn't help but moan from the pleasure he was giving you. He said softly, "My love, your body truly is a temple to our savior..." He moved his mouth to your breast, as he kept rubbing your slit. You moaned as you felt his tongue slide all around your nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like your nipple was as sensitive as your clit. "Ahh..S..Sammy..." you moaned. He smiled and moved back up to kiss you deeply once again, his fingers still teasing your pussy. He says softly, "Oh how I've waited for you to come here..I've yearned for someone like you for so long... and now that you're here..I'm so blessed to have you be mine..."

He then slides two fingers inside of you, making you moan a bit louder as he started to finger you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he does. He felt your walls clenching around his finger, and it only made him more excited to be with you. "You're so tight, dearest..." you couldn't respond as the pleasure was clouding your mind. He just chuckled, finding your reactions to his touch simply adorable. He slid his fingers deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter as you moaned more and more, and he couldn't wait to feel you cum all over his fingers. Luckily for him, it wasn't that much longer, because just a few more hits and you were seeing stars. You moaned out as your orgasm caused you to cover his hand in your juices. Sammy just smiled and pulls his fingers out of you, licking the juices off them. You watched as he slid each finger into his mouth.

He then kisses down your body until he reached your pussy. "H-hey..w..what are you doing..?" You asked as he spread your legs open, but all you got was him looking up at you with a smirk and a low chuckle before he dove right in. He started to lick and suck on your clit, feeling your body still trembling as you continued to orgasm. He groaned as he tasted your sweet juices, his own cock growing even harder the more he did. "Mm...Y/N...you taste so sweet..." As he continued, you planted your hands on his head, feeling the ink partially meld with yours, and moaned as you rode the pleasure your lover was giving you. "S..Sammy..!" He grins and kept licking and sucking, his tongue flicking against your clit. He then slowly started to slide two fingers back inside you, feeling your walls still clenching around them. He knew you were close to cumming again, and he wanted to make sure you did. You felt another orgasm build up until it crashed into you like a wave, moaning out as more of your juices came out. He cleaned up all of the juice with his tongue and he continued to finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He can feel your body trembling once more, and he couldn't wait to make you cum again. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You flipped around so you were on top of him and you moved down to his throbbing cock, rubbing it as you licked up his shaft and sucked on the tip and slid him inside your mouth. He groaned softly as he feels your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing against his most sensitive spot. He grinned and ran his fingers through your inky hair, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't believe how good you are at this. You bobbed your head and sucked more, addicted to the taste of it as the ink coated the inside of your mouth. How could ink taste so good..?

He moaned softly as he felt you bobbing your head up and down his cock, your lips sliding down the shaft as you do. He couldn't wait to see what else you can do. He pushed your head down further onto his cock, making him go deeper down your throat. He moaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the shaft as you kept sucking him off. The force of him pushing you down on his cock should've made you gag, but somehow, something in the ink changed that. You sucked more of his cock and started to fondle his balls. He moaned a bit more, your fingers gently holding his balls as you suck him off and as he started to thrust into your mouth. You could feel his cock start to twitch, you knew he was about to cum, so you kept sucking to show that it was okay for him to cum in your mouth. He groaned and gripped your hair tightly as he finally came, filling your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all of it so greedily, you didn't even notice his cum was as black as ink, but it tasted so good..you licked on the tip of his cock to get each and every last drop.

Once you took him out of your mouth, he pulled you up and flipped you both around so he was on top. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder and you felt him rub his cock on your pussy. He grinned and slid his cock into your pussy, letting out a shuddering sigh as he does. The action caused you to arch your back in pleasure and moan his name again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you, and he started to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. He groaned softly as he felt your pussy tighten on his cock, hearing your moans, your body writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so much more intense than you could ever imagine, even better than it was in the dreams. "S..Sammy..it...it feels so good..how...how can it feel this good..?" "Oh my dear, it's because of our savior. He's rewarding you for your obedience and devotion to him with pleasures non-believers can never experience. Just relax and let us enjoy this blessing." You did just that and let your mind go, letting the pleasure take control. Oh lord, it felt so good. You could feel his cock stretch your pussy out so well, it was like it was made especially for him.

He groaned louder as he hears you moan, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does. He thrusted his hips back and forth faster, his cock deeply sliding in and out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed, you could feel his tongue coat the inside of your mouth with ink and you felt it slide down your throat again, making your mind even more foggy. Sammy moaned as he felt your tongue slide around his, your mouth tasting so sweet. He lifted you up so you were in his lap as he thrusted his hips faster and harder, his cock going even deeper. The man just couldn't get enough of you, he was completely addicted to you. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, your taste, your pussy, everything.

He broke the kiss to say in between moans, "Oh Y/N... you're so perfect... I'm so glad Lord Bendy chose you to be mine.." You look at him and say, "M..me too..I..I'm so..so happy..!" Sammy smiled as he kissed you again. Soon enough, you could feel your inner core tightening. "I...I'm gonna cum..!" "That's it, dearest..don't fight it...let it happen.." And with a few more thrusts, you finally came. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, your mind entering a new realm of bliss. Sammy felt your body shake beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. He grinned and continued to thrust into you. He held you as you rode your orgasm, your body writhing beneath him. You could feel his cock starting to twitch again, he was so close, so very close. Just a bit more..

He let out almost an animalistic groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came once again, your juices coating his shaft. That finally brings him to his release, moaning as he cums inside you. You could feel his hot cum fill your belly so much, the man must have been backed up for so long. He grinned as he feels you cum, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. He leaned to you and kissed you one last time as his high started to fade away. He still could not believe how good all that felt, it was almost like reaching Nirvana. Soon, he broke the kiss and held you close to him, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he panted. You both laid on the bed and let the afterglow consume you both as you held each other close. He whispered into your ear, "You're mine, my little angel...no one else can have you..."

And you couldn't have been any happier.

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You got any daddy Sammy Headcanons?

You fucking bet I do!

Sammy Lawrence headcanons

(This is with F!Reader, btw)

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• Sometimes his personality when he was human can show when something doesn't go right or his way or he's just annoyed. He can be a real asshole when he's like that. But if he upsets you, he would apologize later.

• the instance you responded to his 'can I get an amen?' tape with an 'amen', he fell for you almost instantly. He knew that his savior has blessed him with you, you had to be his bride. He waits til you fall asleep and he carries you to his room. You're his now.

• the songs he writes for you? Oh so lovely and romantic. He even plays them on his banjo and sings them for you.

• when he likes you, he can get a bit flustered and tongue-tied at times. When you've been together for a long time, he gets a bit better with that, but his inky heart still flutters when he sees you and hears your voice.

• if you can't sleep, he would sing you a lullaby or tell you a story from his bible (he wrote one where it's basically the christian bible, but Bendy is Jesus) until you fall asleep.

• he lets you join him on his searches for sacrifices and sometimes lets you choose their fates. They'll still die, but you get to choose how they die.

• Total. Drama. Queen. But not in a way that'd make you hate him, more in the way where you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

• guy's mind is stuck in the 1920-1930's, so if you show him something like, an iPhone, or you dress in modern clothing, his brain would probably implode.

• he LOVES listening to you read passages from his bible during sermons. He just marvels your words and pays very close attention. You could see a big smile though his mask.

• the same goes vice versa, he speaks with such energy and dedication and he smiles to himself when he sees you're just so enthralled by his preaching.

• basically when he speaks about you, he's exactly how Gomez Addams talks about Morticia. He ADORES you.

• "I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." "To think, Lord Bendy has blessed me with such a beautiful angel such as yourself." "To live without you, only that would be death." "I cannot see, I am blinded by such beauty."

• pet names: Darling, Love, Angel, my little lamb, my sweet, Dear, Dearest.

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• master of seduction. Just, pure incubus skills. His soft voice makes you melt, and he knows it.

• oh he is all for foreplay. He wants his little pet to be ready for him.

• his cock is about 6 inches and pretty thick, but that's thanks to the blessings of the ink.

• *psst!* if he wanted, he could grow two of them to double-penetrate you, but he'll immediately pass out once he cums because it takes twice the energy, so he doesn't do it often.

• he wouldn't exactly whisper dirty words, but the way he phrases things...

• "don't be afraid, it's what our Lord wishes. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would we?" "You're so wet for me, how sweet.." "I'm so blessed that you're mine.." "You're doing so well, love..." "Just relax and let us share this bliss that our Lord has blessed us with." "Perhaps Lord Bendy will bless us with little sheep of our own tonight.."

• kinks? Well...he does like tying you up nice and tight. Can't let the little lamb run off, can he? No, he cannot. He has a praise kink, where he just loves to praise you for being such a good little wife.

• he LOVES to tease you and make you beg for him. The grin and deep chuckle he lets out from hearing your begs will make you melt.

• he'll make sure you cum a few times before he does. You'll be putty in his hands when he's done with you.

• yes, he cuddles you during the afterglow. He also whispers loving words into your ear, making sure you feel loved and cherished, because you are.

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Hello!! My name is Judas. Jude for short. I'm 17, and part of the LGBTQ community. (Aromantic and genderfluid). I'm an aspiring cryptozoologist, but I enjoy writing. I'm on here to practice writing, so please send in a request if you'd like. I don't have many boundaries, as long as it isn't incest, non-con, or pedophillia. I'll be writing for the fandoms under the banner.

Heroes of Olympus

Perseus (Percy) Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Nico Di Angelo

Clarrise La Rue

Will Solace

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano

Jason Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Valdez

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zhang

Apollo/Lester papadopoulous (idek)

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Lisa Johnson

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun

Yashiro Nene

Hanako-Kun (Amane Yugi)

Kou Minamoto

Mitsuba Sousuke

Tsukasa Yugi

Sakura Nanamine

Natsuhiko Hyuuga

Aoi Akane (male??)

Akane Aoi (female?)

Yako

Hunter x Hunter

Gon Frecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Alluka (platonic)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Ouran Highschool Host club (I forgot the last names, so I'll have to make it work)

Tamaki

Haruhi

Kyoya

Hikaru

Kaoru

Honey-Senpai

Mori

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Grunkle Stan

Stanford

Wendy

Soos

School Bus Graveyard

Ashlyn Banner

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Tyler Hernandez

Taylor Hernandez

Logan Fields

The Night and It's Moon

Nox

Amaris

----- (This is my own little series I've dreamed up. Requests are accepted and encouraged. I need help creating the title name, though. So after a few chapters, I'll need recommendations. Here are the characters so far.)

Enid Wright

Rubi Lawrence

Selene Aedes

Liam Hernandez

Aries Deam

Tyler Aedes

Sammy Deam

That's all for the moment. I'll be writing x readers, smuts, etc. Please request something soon! Thanks for reading this far!

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #sally face #hunter noceda #ouran high school host club #ohshc #gravity falls #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #criminal minds #the night and its moon #x reader #dipper pines x reader #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x reader #will solace x reader #nico di angelo x reader #sal fisher x reader #larry johnson x reader #sally face x reader #tbhk x reader #hanako kun x reader #amane yugi x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #killua zoldyck x reader #lgbtqia #school bus graveyard #sbg (webtoon)

[glamoureddreamer]

My master list

(updated!!)

Orange- Smut, porn, lemon, and any other type of consensual smut 

Purple- Triggers, this will be all of the dark content (besides smut) that requires a warning. Such as Abuse, Cannibalism, Death on page, Dysphoria, Eating disorders, Graphic medical descriptions(Abortion/Birth/Miscarriage), Graphic violence, Incest, Rape/non-con, Self-harm, Suicide/suicidal thoughts, Yandere themes, and more 

Blue- Content that’s not for everyone, stuff like angst, alcohol/drugs(minor drugs such as medication or weed), depression, swearing, violence, weapons 

Green- No warnings, this will be everything that has little to no warnings 

Ideas

Idea 1- Cross and Nightmare

Idea 2- Killer x Dream

Idea 3- Cross, Dream and Nightmare

Idea 4- Cross and SwapDream

Idea 5- SwapDream x Nightmare

Idea 6- DS! Dream and DS! Nightmare

Idea 7- Ccino x Nightmare

Idea 8- Cross x Dream

Oneshots

Eddsworld, Tom x Tord Mine

Eddsworld, Eduardo x Reader, Help

Eddsworld, Tom x Tord, Losing you

Eddsworld, Future Tord x Reader, I’m sorry

Metal family, Glam x M!Reader, Lust

Metal family, Mary, Drinking

Good omens, Aziraphale and Crowley, Can’t be replaced

Resident evil 8, Mia and Dimitrescu’s daughters, Tasty Toy

Bendy and the Ink Machine, Sammy Lawrence x Reader, Memories

Camp camp, David and Max, Not okay

Hazbin Hotel, Alastor and Vox, The wonders of hell

Undertale

Undertale, (Nightmare Gang and the Dream team), Stop

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), A sick Cross

Undertale, (Lust and Bad sans), Lust joins the gang

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates

Undertale, (Nightmare x Killer), Lazy day

Undertale, (Blue x Dream), Desperate

Undertale, (Cross x Nightmare), Sorry Mommy

Undertale, (Error x Nightmare), Bad Day

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates 2

Undertale, (Geno x Reaper), Burning desire

Undertale, (Bad sans poly), I don’t deserve it

Undertale, (Bad sans poly), Pups

Undertale, (Dream and Nightmare), I deserve this

Undertale, (None), Toxic happiness

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Comfortable

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Not done yet

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia

Undertale, (Killer x Cross, BSP), Dusting

Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Husbands in crime

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia 2

Undertale, (Blue x Dream), The past

Undertale, (Cross), This too shall pass

Undertale, (Nightmare x SD! Dream), Overworking

Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Stay

Undertale, (Fatal Error x Reaper), Don’t go

Spooky Month Oneshots

Under Editing!

Spooky month, (Streber x Kevin), Aftercare

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Risky

Spooky month, (Streber x Reader), Cute

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Relaxing

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Tired

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Lucky

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Halloween Nightmares

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Feeling good

Spooky month, (Kevin), Passing the time

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Nervous

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Rules

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), The video

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), Long day

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Did you know

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Meltdown

Spooky month, (Jack x Reader) Join me

Spooky month, (Skid and teen sibling Reader), Protector

Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), Here for you

Spooky month, (Bob), Release

Spooky month, (Radford x Reader), Lunch

Spooky month, (Vampire Streber x Reader), Hungry

Spooky month, (Yandere Bob x Reader), Creepy cannibal

Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Taking control

Spooky month, (Jack x Prisoner Reader), Flirting

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Owner

Spooky month, (Streber x M!Reader), No matter what

Spooky month, (Streber x Vampire Kevin), Inaccurate

Spooky month, (Radford x Vampire Kevin), Drunk

Spooky month, (John x Reader), Semi-Public

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Safeword

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Worried

Spooky month, (Genderbend Lila x Reader), Grown up things

Spooky month, (Streber), Thinking of you

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Happy anniversary

Spooky month, (Rick x Radford), Bundle of blankets

Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), First date

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Easing stress

Spooky month, (John x Jack x Reader), Three is a party

Spooky month, (Kevin), Killer Kevin

Spooky month, (John x Prisoner Reader), See you around

Spooky month, (Jack x Reader), Waiting for you

Spooky month, (Genderbend Jaune x Reader), Multiple rounds

Spooky month, (Kevin x Trans! Reader), Great night

Spooky month, (Trans! Streber x Reader), No matter what

Spooky month, (Jack x Suicidal Reader), Helping you through it

Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Rest day

Spooky month, (Radford x M!Reader), Holding you

Preferences

Spooky month their nicknames for you

Headcanons

Spooky month Kevin HC with s/o who teases him

Match ups

Eddsworld Match up part one

Spooky month Match up part two

Undertale match up

Stories (Anything more than one chapter)

Abandoned! Don’t Starve Wilson X Reader Prologue

last updated 4/4/2024

#masterlist #avengers #camp camp #deltarune #detroit become human #eddsworld #five nights at freddy's #good omens #harry potter #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hollow knight #jacksepticeye #lucifer #markiplier #metal family #regular show #resident evil #rick and morty #sally face #sherlock bbc #spooky month #sr pelo #supernatural #the walking dead #master list #GlamouredDreamer #infamous second son #inside job

[thereaderinsertlady]

Masterlist of Writing Q-Z

Queen Vanessa:

Queen Vanessa x Reader - Headcanons

Queen Vanessa x Tired!Reader - Headcanons

Rick (Kirby):

Rick x Reader - Findin' Pumpkins

Romeo (MCSM):

Romeo x Reader - Headcanons

Sammy Lawrence:

Sammy Lawrence & Reader - Cookies for Sammy

Sans:

Underfell Sans x Reader - Judgmental, Much?

Seam:

Seam x Reader - Okay

Snatcher:

Vampire!Snatcher x Reader - Starving (Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - Warming (Smut)

Vampire!Snatcher x Reader - Disobeying Him (Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - Explosive Chemistry (Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - Horrible Night

Snatcher x Reader - The Scare Plan

Snatcher x Female!Reader - The Dangers of Cuddling

Snatcher x Reader - Marking (Semi-Smut)

Vampire!Snatcher x Reader - Bite Me (Semi-Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - The Letter

Snatcher x Reader - The Climb

Snatcher x Reader - Where's Snatcher?

Snatcher x Reader - Headcanons

Sundrop | Moondrop:

Moondrop x Reader - Night-Night

Moondrop x Reader - The Night Before

Sundrop/Moondrop x Reader - Headcanons

Tallest Miyuki:

Miyuki x Reader - Taken Aback

The Conductor:

The Conductor x Reader - Small Talk

The Conductor x Reader - NSFW Alphabet

The Devil (Cuphead):

The Devil x Reader - But The Devil Works Harder (Smut)

The Devil x Reader - Stress Reliever (Smut)

The Devil x Reader - NSFW Headcanons

Wario:

Wario x Reader - NSFW Headcanons

Wart:

Wart x Reader - Fluff and NSFW Headcanons

Wart x Reader - Headcanons

(Masterlist A-J)

(Masterlist K-P)

#the final list #The Devil #sundrop and moondrop #snatcher #sans #seam #queen vanessa #has anyone else had issues with the 100 link limit? #cause this sucked separating these

[ratsoks]

requesting rules and boundaries

when i say that requests are closed, that means that no requests will be taken at that time. it may be because i’m overwhelmed, i have too many, i have something going on in my life, or i’m just plain burnt out / facing writer’s block. please be patient for updates and wait for your request to come out—i have requests open on my quotev as well.  who i’ll write for : 

bendy

the ink demon 

boris

brute boris 

alice angel

twisted alice 

susie campbell

henry stein

sammy lawrence who i won’t write for :

joey drew

requesting and boundaries : 

requests will be closed and opened overtime depending on my mental state 

please be polite when requesting 

i will write non x readers, but no character x character 

no major smut / nsfw / lemons 

there was that one villain deku one shot that i wrote, but that is the extent of what i will write—no in-depth sex scenes will be written 

keep in mind i have my own schedule and my own time when i can write, so requests will take a certain amount of time to get out 

i also have requests on my tumblr that i will post on here but i decided that i have literally no inspiration for bnha right now, so that’s why i’m opening requests :)) 

MAKE SURE YOU CHECK WHO I WRITE FOR BEFORE YOU REQUEST!! :) 

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #requesting rules #blog rules #jamie's posts

[amooo1023]

My masterlist and rules.

This masterlist might get updated, so if you see something new in here then you know why.

What I will write:

Reader x (character)

(character) x (character)

Bendy x male reader. (He is literally my only exception to writing male readers NOBODY ELSE)

LGBTQ+

Fanfiction in general.

Headcanons, oneshots and scenarios.

I probably will post chapters of something.

Self inserts, platonic or romantic.

Yandere stuff, masochism, sadism, kidnapping and gore.

What I won’t write: 

Racism, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, sexism, misandry, homophobia, transphobia, body shaming, gerontophilia, ( honestly it depends if the character is a supernatural being then I guess it is okay. Again it depends.)

OC x reader, OC x OC, (real person) x reader, dream sexual, Gijinka!(character) x reader, childlike! reader, yandere x yandere. Yandere! reader. (I don’t know how to write yandere readers sorry) Female readers or male readers. (it’s also just kind of not needed since I never need to use third person pronouns and never mention how the readers body looks like.)

(Because yandere x yandere is boring and you don’t really have to do anything with the dynamic. In my opinion.) 

Short nickname ideas for (character) x reader or too short headcanon/headcanons.

Smut or sexual shit in general.

What fandoms I will write about!:

Stardew valley ( Krobus, Dwarf.)                                                          

A hat in time ( Snatcher, DJ grooves, Conductor.)

undertale ( Flowey, Sans(CNR), Papyrus, Mad Mew Mew(mad dummy), Muffet, Napstablook.)

deltarune ( Ralsei, Susie, Kris, Jevil, Spamton, addisons, Sweet, K_K, Cap’n.)

portal and portal 2 ( GLaDOS, wheatley.)

fnaf (Fnaf 1: Freddy Fazbear, Chica, Foxy, Bonnie. (I write for all of the animatronics, it's just that the writer is lazy. But they will all probably be platonic because dead children. Except for security breach because the animatronics don't seem to have dead children possessing them.))

arcane ( Jinx, Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko.)

kirby games ( Magolor, Marx, Meta Knight, Susie, Daroach, Taranza, Zero 2.)

paper mario ( Dimentio.)

sam and max

helluva boss ( Fizzarolli, Asmodeus, Blitzo, Verosika, Stolas, Robo fizz.)

hazbin hotel ( Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie, Niffty, Angel dust, Cherri Bomb, Sir Pentious.)

gravity falls ( Bill, Pyronica.)

batim/bendy and the ink machine ( Bendy(any form), Boris, Alice Angel, Twisted Alice, Sammy Lawrence.)

animal crossing ( Tom nook, Isabelle, Redd.)

ddlc/doki doki literature club ( Yuri, Monika, Sayori, Natsuki.)

fnf ( Hex.)

woy/wander over yonder ( wander, lord hater, peepers, lord dominator, sylvia.)

Toh/The owl house ( The collector, king (platonic only), Vee. )

Amphibia ( Cloak-bot, Frobo, Grime, Darcy(the core), Marcy, Sasha, Anne )

dhmis/don't hug me I'm scared ( Tony, Colin, Sketchbook, Red Guy )

Hollow Knight (Hornet, Quirrel, Grimm, Lace, Mask Maker, Divine, Absolute Radiance, Pure Vessel(the hollow knight) Oro, Mato, Tiso, Sheo, The Collector(platonic only), White Lady, Brumm )also silksong is never coming out (joke) 

Poppy Playtime (Boogie-bot, Poppy, Huggy wuggy, Mommy long legs, | and no I do not have a fetish)

Howl's Moving Castle (Calcifer)

The Ghost And Molly McGee (The Chairman, Scratch.) Don't judge me.

COTL/cult of the lamb (Helob, Leshy, Kallamar, Heket, Shamura, Narinder, Sozo.)

More fandoms!

When asking me please specify if you want it to be platonic or romantic, what the scenario is and how the reader is going to be like. I will not make female or male readers as it is supposed to be okay for anybody to read no matter the gender. If you want me to write about an unhealthy relationship or just a fluffy normal relationship please write that in your ask or you might not get what you want. This is highly suggested when asking me or I might not answer your request and even if I did answer, you might not get what you wanted.

Request queue: 14 requests

Drafts: 7

REQUESTS BOARD

Note: 

Yes, I am a licensed robot fucker and monster fucker. Damn it I'm simping for bugs now help. ALso here is my ao3 account https://archiveofourown.org/users/Amooo1023/profile.

#the ghost and molly mcgee TGAMM #COTL cult of the lamb #howl's moving castle #yandere x reader #x reader #poppy playtime #masterlist #fnaf #arcane hollow knight #kirby #paper mario #sam and max #a hat in time #ahit #stardew valley #portal #portal 2 #undertale #deltarune #gravity falls #gravity fall #animal crossing #hazbin hotel #batim #bendy and the ink machine #ddlc #woy #toh #amphibia #dhmis

[myloversgone]

Sweet Love - An AU!Dean x Reader fanfiction

Parings: AU!Dean x female!Reader; AU!Dean x Y/N; AU!Dean x Angelica (OFC); Sam x Jess

Series warnings: +18, smut, penetrative sex, oral sex, language, mentions of cheating, body shaming (be careful if that can be a trigger to you!), idiots in love.

Series summary: After twenty years apart, Dean and Y/N meet again. They both have successful careers, but he wishes to change some things in his life.

Chapter word count: ~4,700

A/N: This is the first part of a multi-chapter series I’m currently working on. It will probably have around 5 chapters (maybe more). It’s also an Alternative Universe story, so there’s no hunting involved. I tried to keep the characters as canon as possible, though.

Feedback is always highly appreciated! Happy reading :)

SERIES MASTERLIST

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Chapter 1

Dean and Y/N met in high school, when she was 16. She had just arrived in town, having had to change schools when her dad was transferred because of his work, so they moved to Lawrence, Kansas. The Y/L/N family moved a lot, and Y/N hated it because she was always the new girl.

With her family still adjusting to the new place, they were having financial problems, so she decided to help by tutoring some younger kids. In her second week at the new school, she met Sam Winchester, who needed help with Science. He was a nice boy, very smart and a little bit shy, like Y/N. He was a freshman, she was a sophomore, still, they bonded quickly. For the next few months, she went to Sam’s house two or three times a week to help him with his homework and exams.

It was at the Winchester’s home that Y/N met Sam’s older brother, Dean. He was dreamy. His perfect face could be on the cover of a magazine. He was three years older than her, and had a bad boy attitude, but he was always nice to Y/N, making her feel welcome at his home. She found it very funny the way he liked to make fun of his little brother, calling him a nerd, even though he clearly was very proud of how much effort Sam put in his school work.

When kids from the neighborhood tried to bully Sam, Dean was always there to protect his little brother, despite the fact that Sam knew very well how to stand up for himself. Y/N saw him win a fight against a guy twice his size. Sammy (as Dean would affectionately call his brother) could be a scrawny little thing, but he was a brave kid. The Winchesters were very nice, sweet boys.

For the first time since forever, things were doing fine for Y/N. She had friends and she was acing most of the school subjects. Plus, she was making good money with her tutoring work. And she was in love with Sam’s older brother. Well, she thought what she felt was love, because she surely never felt the same for any other guy. Every time she saw Dean, her heart started to beat at an impossible pace; her palms would get sweaty, and she wanted to jump his neck. To make it even harder for Y/N, Dean would wink at her and get all flirty, making jokes about what ‘her boyfriend’ would think about her always being with Sam, since they used to lunch together and hang out at school, just to make her say, in a voice tinted with annoyance: “You know I don’t have a boyfriend, Dean”.

What she didn’t know was that Dean liked her too. She was funny and really smart. They had the same taste in music and movies, and that was Sam’s favorite reason to make fun of them, especially when they would gather at the Winchester’s for a movie night, and Dean and Y/N always wanted to pick a gooey, trash horror movie. They would sit on the couch, in front of the TV, eating popcorn and the delicious cookies Y/N baked, and they would yell at the stupid characters who could never escape the monsters.

Dean wouldn’t admit it, but he thought Y/N was very pretty. But (there’s always a ‘but’, right?) he also thought Sam had a thing for her; she was his tutor, and she was really nice to him and all. But it wasn’t true. Y/N was like an older sister Sam never had. 

Dean was used to hanging out with pretty girls, but he never wanted to commit to any of them. He had fun and they all knew it wasn’t serious. The girls wanted to fool around as much as he did. 

With Y/N, though, it would’ve been different. He could picture himself dating her for real, being her boyfriend. But he was too scared to have anything serious with her. Plus, she was younger than him and he didn’t know if she felt the same way. What if she thought he was being a weirdo? To top all of that, he thought she would never date someone like him. He liked fixing cars with his dad; he wasn’t a bookworm like Sam. Y/N was much smarter than him. So he never made a move, never said anything, except for being flirty sometimes, just to see that pretty blush rise on her face.

By half of the school year, John, the boys’ dad, told them after dinner they would have to move away from Lawrence. His best friend, Bobby Singer, invited John to be his business partner at the new garage he was about to open in South Dakota. John was a mechanic and, having left his job a few months earlier, he needed to get a new one, so he said yes, which meant the Winchester family would move as soon as the year was over. That was just another reason for Dean to be silent. It wouldn’t be fair to Y/N to tell her he liked her just to move away from her months after.

The day after the boys got the news, when Y/N came by for her tutoring session with Sam, she noticed he seemed sad. He didn’t have that excited spark in his eyes, eager to learn like he always was. When she questioned what was wrong, he told her about his family moving away. She felt her stomach drop and her eyes burn with unshed tears.

She vividly remembered saying goodbye to them the day the boys left town. Y/N and Sam hugged tightly with teary eyes. Then, Dean hugged her too and gave her a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for being so nice to his little brother and such a good friend to him.

So they left, and Y/N and the Winchester brothers didn’t meet again.

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Until…

“Oh, finally!” Dean thought while entering the bakery at the corner of the street. The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls invaded his nostrils, making his mouth water.

Two weeks ago, when he came back to Lawrence, Kansas to open store number five of the Winchester and Sons chain of car repair shops he owned alongside his brother, Dean spotted a bakery at the corner of the street, and promised to himself he would pay it a visit as soon as possible. He loved a good bakery and it had been so long since he visited his home town he needed an update on where he could get a decent cup of coffee. Having to start searching somewhere, he chose the place closer to the new garage.

There was a small line of customers waiting to be served: an older woman and a young couple, probably in their early twenties. Dean noticed the boy and girl’s hands linked between them, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He remembered when he was younger, taking girls he was dating to diners, bars and even restaurants, when he could help his dad and uncle Bobby at the shop and earn a couple more bucks.

When the old lady left with a brown paper bag in hand and the young couple was next, Dean caught a glimpse of the woman behind the counter. Wow, she’s pretty, he thought. Her hair was as black as the night, and everytime she moved, her ponytail shone as silk under the white lights of the bakery. He also noticed her left arm was almost covered in flower tattoos. She chatted briefly with the couple; Dean could tell she probably already knew them. Maybe they were regular customers. The girl grabbed a coffee cup to go for her and another one for her boyfriend, while the guy got two paper bags, and they left, saying goodbye to the pretty woman.

Dean approached the counter with his eyes glued to her. She was cleaning the counter’s glass surface. The woman irradiated a happy, carefree vibe. It felt like she was enjoying the simple activity of cleaning the counter. He almost felt jealous of her; there’s been a while since he felt this happy.

She looked up to talk to him and made a weird face; it looked like she was surprised to see him, but she quickly recovered. “Morning! What can I get you today?”, she asked, smiling, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

“Hi, I was wondering if you have any pie? Blueberry pie, to be specific”.

“Sure! You’re in luck, I just got one out of the oven. Let me get it for you”, she said, pointing with her thumb to a big door behind her, where the kitchen was located, apparently.

Dean nodded and smiled back at her. Weird, he thought. She sounded familiar. At first, she caught his attention because he found her pretty. But now, looking at her a second time, he could swear he already knew her.

She quickly came back, holding a big slice of pie, one that looked absolutely delicious. Cautiously, she placed the pie inside a plastic container and finished by putting it inside a brown bag, identical to the ones the lady and the couple were carrying when they left the bakery.

“I’m- I’m sorry” said Dean, on an impulse. “Have we met before? You look familiar”, he asked, which made her tilt her head up, looking at him with a playful smile.

“Dean Winchester, I thought you wouldn’t recognize me”.

“Y/N?” Dean was dumbfounded. She looked very different and yet, better. 

“Well, I know I’m a bit different”, she stated, almost like she was reading his thoughts. “You, on the other hand, look almost the same.”

“Oh, yeah, except now I have wrinkles around my eyes that weren’t there when I was 19”.

She smiled at him. “What brings you back to Lawrence?”

“I just opened a new garage right around the corner. Me and Sam, we own a chain of car repair shops. You remember my brother Sammy, right?”

“Of course! How is he?”

“He’s great. He’s a lawyer now, and the manager of our business. I’m the one who gets his hands dirty”, Dean chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. What the fuck, why did I say that?, he thought.

“That’s so nice to hear! Why don’t you guys come here at the end of the day, so we can catch up, if you’re free, that is. I close at 6pm”. She offered, tilting her head to the side to take a look at the long line of customers behind Dean. The mornings were their busiest hours.

“Yeah, sure! I’m gonna tell him you work here, he’s gonna be glad to see you again”, Dean said, excited. 

“It’s so nice to see you again, Dean. I’ll be waiting for you guys!”, she answered, truly hoping he would come back.

Dean paid for the pie and smiled at her, leaving the store but glancing back when he approached the glass door. She was talking to another customer, smiling at them while pouring hot coffee into a disposable cup.

He couldn’t believe how much she changed, and yet, it didn’t take him that long to recognize her. At school, her hair was dyed red. Now, it was black, which he knew to be its original color. Y/N looked unbelievably beautiful. She had that cool vibe, with the tattoos and killer smile. Dean felt immediately drawn to her, just like he did all those years ago. 

He walked the short distance to the garage fast, eager to tell Sam the news.

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It was past noon when Y/N finally had time to sit down and think about Dean’s visit. She couldn’t deny her heart skipped several beats when she recognized him. It seemed impossible, but he looked more handsome than when they were teenagers. His hairstyle was practically the same, but now he had a stubble, more like a very short beard covering his strong jaw. It gave him a more manly appearance. It was sexy as hell, she had to admit.

Y/N started to wonder if he was married, or had a girlfriend. He obviously has, she thought. He’s hot, and, if he’s still the same great guy he was twenty years ago, there’s no way he’s still single. She looked down at the paperwork on her desk, right in front of her. I should be taking care of those bills, not thinking about a stupid high school crush. He never felt the same way about me.

Shaking her head to push away the image of Dean, she focused on the work she needed to do.

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Around the same time, Dean was washing his hands, preparing to make a quick lunch break. He already had a few customers coming by that morning, which was a good sign after just a few weeks that the new business was running.

He sat at his desk, opening the bag containing the sandwich he had brought from home. His mind immediately went to the moment he saw Y/N that morning. She looked so, so beautiful. And those tattoos? He didn’t even wanna think about them, but that was the main subject of his thoughts since he saw her. He found them very hot.

It was when his phone rang that Dean came back to reality. The name Angelica was written on the screen. A few months back, this piece of information would make his heart speed in excitement. Now, all he wanted to do was ignore the call and go back to thinking about Y/N. But he had to answer it.

“Hey”.

“Are you eating PB&J again, Dean? What about your diet?”, the woman on the other side of the phone call asked, not even bothering to say hi.

“Ok, first, I’m not on a diet. Second, how did you know I made PB&J for lunch?”. 

“I saw the knife you used. You left it unwashed in the sink. You need to lose weight, Dean”, Angelica stated, impatiently.

“I don’t need to lose weight. I don’t wanna lose weight. I’m perfectly fine with how I look. We’ve talked about it, honey. Dieting is your thing”. Dean was trying his best to remain calm, but it was very difficult, since he discussed the matter with Angelica, his fiancee, many, many times before. 

“Well, fine, so keep getting fat”, she hung up the phone without letting him answer.

“Jesus”, Dean looked at the phone as if it was going to bite him, tossing it on the table and grabbing his sandwich again, when he was distracted again, this time by a light knock on his office door, followed by Sam opening it and entering the room.

“Hey, Dean”, his brother greeted.

“Hiya, Sammy”, he greeted back, glad with the distraction. He didn’t want to think about his relationship with Angelica or the fact that it was falling apart. “You would never guess who I’ve seen this morning”.

“Can’t imagine. Tell me”, Sam asked, curious, sitting on the chair in front of Dean’s desk.

“Y/N! D’ you remember her?”, Dean gave him a winning smile.

“Yeah, of course I do! You had a huge crush on her, how could I not remember?”, Sam teased, making Dean’s eyes widen at his younger brother’s banter.

“A huge- She was your crush, not mine!”, Dean shot back, saying what he thought was the truth.

“What the hell are you talking about, I’ve never had a crush on Y/N! She was my tutor, a friend. You were the one that got all excited when she’d come to our house to help me with homework. You think I didn’t notice?”. Sam chuckled at his brother’s surprise.

“I - Shut up, Sam”, Dean took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks and ears.

“C’mon, man, it’s fine, Y/N was a pretty girl back then. But how ’s she doing?”

“She’s fine, she works at that bakery right around the corner. She actually invited us to meet her there today after 6pm so we can catch up. What do you say?”. Dean hoped his brother would accept the invitation. He was dying to see Y/N again.

“Uh, I have a dinner meeting at 6:30, but I guess I can make a quick stop just to say hello”, Sam said while checking his schedule on his phone. “Yep. The restaurant isn’t far, I can make it. Meet here at 5:50 then?”

“Deal”. Dean agreed, shoving the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth and getting back to work.

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6:15 pm, that same afternoon

“It was great seeing you again, Y/N”. Sam hugged his old friend, having to leave for his dinner meeting. “I’m gonna be traveling back to South Dakota a lot in those first few months until everything is settled here, but I plan on staying in town at least on the weekends. I want to invite you to have dinner with us; I wanna introduce you to my wife. I’m sure you two will be great friends”. They smiled at each other. Earlier, Sam had shown Y/N a picture of Jessica, his wife, of whom he talked with sparkling eyes.

“I’d love to! Just say when and I’ll be there. It was good to see you again too, you look great!”, Y/N exclaimed, hugging Sam one more time while Dean watched their interaction with a smile, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“You too. I have to get going, but I’ll stop by as soon as I can. Thanks for the coffee, it was great”, the younger Winchester nodded at the direction of the table they sat just moments ago.

“My pleasure! Bye, Sam”.

“Bye, Y/N. And you, Dean, be a gentleman”, Sam teased on his way out, closing the glass door and waving at his big brother.

Dean made a face. “Asshole”, he said to Y/N, pointing a thumb to his brother, who was already leaving in his fancy car.

Y/N chuckled. “He’s cute. I remember how much I loved tutoring him. Sam was such a good student, completely different from some rugrats I used to teach back then”. She motioned to Dean, inviting him to sit back and finish their coffees.

“He’s still a big nerd. Like he told you, he went to friggin’ Stanford while I stayed home helping dad and uncle Bobby to fix cars. Sammy ‘s the brains in our family”, Dean said, clearly very proud of his brother.

“C’mon, Dean. You say it like fixing cars is an easy thing to do. You’re so good at it you own a chain of stores! That’s huge! If you were bad at what you do, you’d still be working at home, fixing the neighbors’ cars as you used to do when we were teens”. Y/N reassured, noticing Dean still had the habit of self-deprecating. 

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I never went to college, though, everything I learned was getting my hands dirty. Sam’s still the smart one”, he took a sip of his coffee, averting Y/N’s eyes.

“Well, I think you’re really smart too. You don’t need to go to college to have a successful career”.

“But you went to college, huh? Studied in Paris, that’s fancy”, Dean smirked.

“Yep. Went to culinary school. Scholarship and everything. It was fun, I learned all I needed to keep this business running. This bakery is my life”. The woman looked around the place, once again proud of what she had accomplished.

“That’s great, sweetheart. These cookies you used to make when we were kids, gosh, I loved them. They were my favorites. No wonder you became a pastry chef”, Dean complimented.

“Thanks, D. I’m pretty proud of my work, even though whenever I see my mom, she makes sure to ask when I will get married and have kids”. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

“Really? I’m sorry she can’t see how much you accomplished. I mean, her daughter is a beautiful woman who has her own business, which is doing just fine, thank you very much. What else can she need?”. Dean flirted, again giving in to the urge of complimenting her.

Y/N blushed at his words. He thinks I’m pretty, she was screaming in her head. This guy, her high school crush, who grew up to be the hottest man she’s ever seen, telling her she’s beautiful. He still is the nicest guy ever. Damn it.

She decided to ignore the compliment at the moment and focus on her mom. “Oh, she knows all that, and she is proud, but she still wants me to get married and give her at least a couple of grandkids”. Inhaling deeply to gather some courage, Y/N decided to go ahead and ask what she’s been dying to know since that morning. “And you, Dean Winchester, got even more handsome as you got older. How are you still single?”, she smiled shyly, looking at him from under her lashes.

It was Dean’s turn to blush. He looked like a kid getting caught doing something they shouldn’t. “I, uh… I’m actually not”, Dean raised his hand, showing his engagement ring.

Y/N felt the blood leaving her face. 

“Oh! I- uh, I’m sorry, you never mentioned a fiancee, I didn’t-”, she struggled with her words, embarrassed for having read his signs the wrong way.

“No, it’s fine, you don’t need to be sorry. I didn’t say anything ‘cause we’re not in a good place right now. Her name ‘s Angelica”. Dean rubbed the back of his neck, and Y/N could notice they were touching a sensitive subject.

“Shit, Dean, I’m really sorry”.

“We just… I think after 2 years together we realized we have different priorities. I mean, I’m happy with what I have. I work a lot, I really, really love my job, and it’s my own business, which makes me proud. And Angelica wants me to work less, she wants me to start managing things, which is what Sam does, and he does it very well. I think she thought she was dating a fancy guy, a businessman, but I’m a mechanic, Y/N. Sure, I supervise the guys working for us, but I don’t wanna stop being under the hood of those cars”, he confessed, pouring more sugar into his coffee and stirring it distractedly, his head down.

She reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his, in a reassuring gesture. “I’m sorry, Dean. My relationship ended for a very similar reason, so I kinda know what you’re saying”.

Dean turned his hand, engulfing hers and gently caressing her knuckles. “Thanks, sweetheart. So, tell me more about the jackass that was stupid enough to leave you. You mentioned earlier, when Sam asked, that you weren’t seeing anyone…”. He trailed off, lifting his head to look at her.

“Yeah, we broke up right after I opened the bakery. He said I was working too much. And I really was, but it was the price I had to pay for being my own boss. I was happy with my decision, but he wasn’t willing to wait until things were settled”. Y/N sighed deeply, trying to convey her feelings: she wanted the relationship to have worked, but she was also over it, at this point.

“Well, his loss”, Dean stated, smiling. There he was, the flirty guy again. Y/N felt attracted to him, obviously. He was handsome, charming, smart, funny, everything she wanted. But he was in a relationship, a complicated one it seemed, and she didn’t want to make his life harder. If it wasn’t for that, she would’ve made a move.

Clearing her throat, she disentangled her hand from his and got up. “Dean, it’s getting late and I’m really tired. It was great catching up with you, though”. Y/N smiled and gave him a hug.

Dean took the hint, hugging her back and saying goodbye after they exchanged phone numbers and he promised to stop by the bakery once in a while. He left, pissed at himself for having feelings for Y/N. Strong ones, that he was struggling to keep in check. He knew his flirtation gave her the wrong idea. Well, actually, it gave her the idea he wanted her to have. He was willingly trying to seduce her, which made him even more mad. He was with Angelica, and he should respect that. 

Still, Dean knew, if things would ever get to a point where he had to decide what to do, he would never cheat on his fiancee. But, at the same time, he wanted so badly to be with Y/N. God, this is so messed up, he thought, knowing he had to get his shit together. Fast.

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That night, Dean got home and found a note at the kitchen counter. 

Went to dinner with the girls. Don't wait up.

-A

Dean ran his hand across his face, sighing. She was being harsh on him lately. That morning was the PB&J incident, and now this note. No "Love, -A" as it used to be, just "-A". He wasn’t bothered because she went out with her friends. He wasn’t an asshole. But the coldness of the note reflected how she was treating him. Did he deserve that? Was he being mean to her, or not loving her enough lately?

As he walked to the bathroom, Dean’s mind wandered. It wasn't the first time she tried to make him regret eating something she didn’t consider healthy. The day he visited Y/N's bakery for the first time, Angelica got pissed at him for buying pie. 

"Why can't you be a little more like your brother, Dean? I mean, he works out. He jogs, goes to the gym. Don't you think you should do the same?", she had asked, watching him eat the pie, her arms crossed below her chest.

"Actually, no. My job is physical, honey. Sam spends his entire day sitting behind a desk. I don't, so I think I deserve a nice slice of pie at the end of day. Plus, I don't like working out", he answered with a mouth full of the most delicious blueberry pie he had ever eaten.

Angelica rolled her eyes at him. "Well, it's a shame. I wouldn't complain if you got some abs". She left the kitchen after that, without waiting for him to say something back.

While he undressed, getting ready to shower, Dean stole a glance at the body length mirror, something he didn't usually do, only to check his clothes before leaving the house. Naked, he stared at his body. I'm not fat, but I'm definitely not ripped like Sammy, he thought. He never had a problem with his appearance. In fact, he never gave it much attention. He knew he was considered handsome, and the women he'd gotten with before Angelica never complained about his looks. His body was working just fine. He had the energy to do his job every day without feeling overly tired, and in bed he could keep going for a long time, which he knew for a fact it wasn’t easy for many 40 year-olds.

But what if Angelica was right? What if he had to work out to prove to his fiancee how much he cared about her? Was it right, though? Was it OK for her to say how he should look? He was healthy. His last check up showed nothing wrong. Wasn’t she attracted to him anymore then?

"God", Dean shook his pounding head, feeling overwhelmed by the million questions running through it at the same time.

After showering, Dean dressed in a Henley and sweatpants, watched a game on TV and went to sleep, pretty much convinced he was the problem in his failing relationship.

To be continued...

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Love Me Like You Mean It (Dean x Plus Size Reader). 1/20

Title: Love Me Like You Mean It.

Paring: Dean x Plus-size Reader

Summary: Dean was your childhood friend, but when High school rolled around he became Quarterback and broke your heart. Fifteen years later, you move back home to take care of your ill father and met Dean again. This time he’s determined to love you like he means it.

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Warnings: Bullying, Mental Illness, Angst, Illnesses of a family member, Smut, and Adult Language. Words:1,100

AN:  Hello, hope you guys are doing good under lock down. Tis me, Kris, formally anotherwaywardsister.  I’m writing again, again… LOL  I think this will update Sundays and Wednesdays!  Please let me know what you think with a comment or reblog! :)  If you want a tag just send me an ask.

Home. It’s a word that vibrates memories.  A word that sings the colors of your childhood and the grief of your adolescents.  The tremble of your lip when he walked away from you in freshman year and the anger you felt when he kissed you, senior year.  It was an untimely reminder that fifteen years had come and gone since that June night.  

Your lips still stung when you thought about it.  The way Dean Winchester had drunkenly climbed in your window that night and given you a kiss from your dreams.   The thoughts made you groan while tossing and turning in your bed.  Tomorrow you would be back in your childhood bedroom for reasons that you’d rather forget.  

The motel bed squeaked under your shifting weight and sung a gloomy tune.  Your teeth gnashed together at the sound and made you shiver.  You were under stress, and it showed in your reflection.  The bags under your eyes dark enough to call attention from the world wary look in your eyes.  

“Christ, Y/N.  You gotta get some sleep.” You sighed, flinching at the sound of your own voice. It hurt to think about what kept you awake.  The very thought of the doctor’s words made it feel like the world had stopped.   

“Your father has stage four lung cancer…." 

They hit again, and the bile rose in your stomach.  Hitting your knees, you vomited last night’s dinner into the toilet and tried to chase away the grief.  Your thoughts moved wildly back to the feelings of Dean’s lips on yours.  Your phone ringing made you jump to your feet. The movement left you feeling unsteady as you answered the call.  

"Hello?” You rasped out.  The strain in your voice catching the caller’s ears.  You wore confusion in your voice when they expressed their concern.  

“Who is this?” You managed while pulling away to look at the unsaved number.  Your forehead wrinkled in surprise at the answer.  

“It’s Sam Winchester…"  

"Little Sammy Winchester?  How in the world are you?!” You gasped as the outright joy stuck you.   The deep chuckle on the other end once again reinforced how long fifteen years really was.  

“Well, not so little anymore. I was just calling to say that I’ll be picking you up from the motel for your Dad. He’s having one of his bad days."   

Your heart squeezed at how sick your father must have felt.  He had chemo that passed week, and you hadn’t been able to go with him to the appointment.  Living over five hours away from home, made everything impossible, but you had packed your whole life in a single suitcase, and sold the rest.  Your father was your world, and you wanted to see him through this.  

"Alright, then Sammy. It’ll be nice to see you.  You know what time you’ll be here? It’s only about an hour’s drive outside of Lawrence. Did Daddy give you the address?"  

"Uh, yeah, got it right here. I’m gonna try to be there by noon.  Just gotta run out to a job for John.” Sam sighed- the exasperation in his tone clear.  You hummed in agreement as you thought about John and Sam Winchester.  That strained relationship must not have changed too much.  

“Ok, well, I’ll see you then.” You murmured before realizing that it was almost ten.  You squeaked into the phone and heard Sam laugh. “Shit!  You could have told me how late it was…  Christ, ok.  Talk to you later."  

"Same old, Y/N…  It will be great to see you, ya know?” Sam said before you could end the call.  Your stomach twisted at the thought once again of going home.  Home where everything had started and now where everything would end.  

“You too, Sam.  You too.” You whispered before hanging up the phone.  The words lingered on your heart and made the thoughts about your father drift to equally unpleasant feelings.  Dean Winchester. 

You knew you were going to be seeing him around, Mr. Winchester still lived next door to your father.  Mrs. Winchester had passed away when Sam was a baby.  Your own mother lived in Wisconsin and hadn’t spoken to you since you were a kid.  The Winchesters had been like family until you turned fourteen, and Dean learned he was good at football.  

You groaned with the headache the memories brought and tried not to scream.  There was too much going through your head.  The last thing you needed was to reminisce about your best friend turning into your biggest bully.  

The rest of your time was spent cleaning up the mess in the room.  Your clothing had been spread from the door to the bathroom in one evening.  You sighed when you finally managed to cram all your clothes and makeup back into your bag.  Life felt stagnate and muggy like the air in the room.  Everything around you was unprocessed and lacking in the volumes needed to make you think.  

Your phone rang again, and you chose to ignore it this time.  You knew it was Sam calling to say that he was there to get you.  The rumble of an engine caught your ears, and it made you wonder if John had gifted his old Impala to Sam.  You frowned when it made you think of all the times Dean had spent during summers bragging about how it would be his.  Your stomach lurched when the realization hit you.  

It wasn’t Sam that was there to pick you up.  Your heart jumped in your throat when there was a thump on your room door.  A muffled voice called your name, and as you reached for the handle.   Anger boiled in your belly as it swung open to relieve the other Winchester.   Your face was crestfallen at the sight of him and the pure hatred that gripped your insides.  His movement towards you not processed as he pulled you into a hug.  

“Damn, Y/N.  It’s so fucking good to see you.”  Dean whispered as he pulled you closer to him.  The feeling making you surrender to the long-forgotten touch.   Tears stung your eyes when it hit the last time this had happened.  

Prom night 2005, crept up your spine and made you hiss. 

“Let go of me, Winchester."  

Dean pulled away from you all at once.  It was like he had been burned and he jumped away.  His face twisted in painful remembrance.  

Not bothering to look at him, you mumbled something about getting to your father’s place.  The dread of the drive made you internally scream and curse the world.

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The Pact - Part 7

Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Gothic AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

A/N: This idea was a long time coming. My first true AU, so please be gentle. This will be a slow burn, multi-chapter fic. Incantation used in this chapter was taken from SuperWiki.

WC: 6.8K

Series Summary: Lord Samuel Winchester has lost the love of his life due to the actions of the Demon King, Crowley. As he plots secret revenge, his father, the King of Lawrence, decrees that Sam will wed Crowley’s daughter in order to unite the two families to protect the sacred ground the Winchester’s Kingdom is built upon.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jessica Moore (deceased), Pamela Barnes

Series Warnings: 18+ only, mild language, violence, implied smut

“I think Dad and Crowley want to sacrifice your child to Eve.”

The bedroom chamber was so quiet, you could hear the distant sounds of children playing in the gardens rising up through the open window. Despite the gleeful sounds that played softly in the background, you felt as if the wind had been knocked free from your chest and felt your stomach drop. 

Looking between the Lords Winchester, you could see that Sam and Dean were also struggling with what had been revealed. You wanted to speak, had every intention to do so, but there was no air to propel any words forth.

“I--I don’t even know how to comprehend that, Dean. Why--What would make you think that our father could even entertain an idea like that?”

“Something I overheard… Look, Sammy, I don’t know what the Hell dad and Crowley are planning. I just know what I heard.”

“Which was?” Sam asked with exasperation.

“The only reason Crowley aided us with reinforcements, was because he’d made a deal.”

“Crowley, the King of Hell, make a deal? C’mon man, that’s just a Monday morning for him. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because, part of this deal was Crowley promised Eve a new life. One created from the blood of her enemies.”

“Wh--Why? Why would she want that? She’s got all of Purgatory at her side. She has the ability to create whatever kind of life she wants!”

“Not a human life,” Dean shrugged in response. “But, I did over hear this from one of his demons, so take it with a grain of salt, wouldya?”

“Our father is a lot of things, but a monster that could sacrifice his own flesh and blood?”

“Sounds more like my father, than yours,” you replied softly. “Crowley would sacrifice anyone if it meant cementing his crown.”

“Even you?” Dean asked.

“Yes, even me.”

“Well, I guess I know who I’ll be nominating as father of the year,” Dean quipped and let his half smile fade as he made eye contact with Sam.

Sam pursed his lips tightly and sighed. “We need answers. Speculating what our father’s are up to won’t help anyone.”

“And how do you plan on getting that assurance, husband? Crowley won’t show here unless summoned. The King, if this is what is planned, won’t tell you. So, how--”

Sam grabbed your shoulder and gently turned you to face him. You did your best to stay stoic, but couldn’t help but so cracks beneath the surface. “I promise you, I will find out one way or the other. That’s the pact, right? We work together to uncover their plan--”

“Yeah, and don’t go making any babies until then,” Dean mumbled, and smiley shyly when you and Sam both looked at him with a quiet disdain. 

Yet, Dean’s words fell heavy on both you and Sam. Knowing how you had spent the night before, a quick glance between you two left a cold, numbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. Sam could almost read your mind, and gave your shoulder a loving squeeze. 

“We will get answers. But Dean’s right. Until we do, we will keep up appearances, but take no chances in creating a child.”

All you could do was nod slightly in response and present your husband with a demure smile. 

Dean cleared his throat to break up the moment. “I hate to pull your husband away, (Y/N) but I think he and I have some things to figure out before I have to leave for the Front again.”

“Wait,” Sam released you and quickly turned towards his brother. “What do you mean, go back? I thought you were home!”

“Just for a few days little brother. With Crowley’s reinforcements arriving, and the damage the rift storm caused, I can’t leave the Winchester Guard unprotected. Besides, we are actually making some headway having those black-eyed bitches with us. I hate to say it, but they are helping. I just don’t trust they won’t try and possess a few of our men if given the chance.”

Sam nodded in reluctant agreement. “I get it. It’s just, I could use you here.”

“I know, man. I do. But…”

“The greater good,” Sam replied with a half-defeated smile. “I guess we should go then, see what we can learn together while you’re here.”

“And don’t forget, plan a celebration…” Dean’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on you, but you were unsure of what he meant. 

“A celebration?”

“Yes, my father thinks we should have a large celebration, open the gates to the castle and allow the people of Lawrence to rejoice with us.”

“What’s the occasion?” you asked, not liking the sound of the King’s latest decree.

Sam signed and ran a hand through his long hair. “Our marriage and Dean’s return.”

“I see…” You hated the idea, but thought there was some way to use this to your collective advantage. “Well, one way or another we will make it work for us.”

Sam’s smile grew wide across his face, creating the cavernous dimples you had quickly come to love. “Yes, that’s exactly what we will do.”

Despite Dean’s presence, Sam pulled you into a loving embrace and held you tightly. Though your head was happily buried in Sam’s broad chest, you could feel Dean’s eyes watching you again. You understood his hesitancy in you, and your motives, but you wouldn’t let it ruin what you were building with your husband.

When you pulled back from the embrace, Sam turned back towards Dean and slapped his shoulder with one, large hand. “So, what do you say we go do a little digging.” 

Dean didn’t respond, but instead watched his little brother move towards the door to leave. He didn’t budge from his spot, or take his eyes off Sam. 

“Hey, you uh, you forgetting something?” Dean asked, arms crossed over his chest and watching Sam curiously.

Sam frowned in response and shook his head. “Don’t think so.”

“Well then you must be a witch yourself little brother. Because last I remember, you had yourself a shattered hip that barely let you learn to walk again. Now you’re basically sprinting out the door with no cane, no limp…”

Sam’s face fell instantly and lost color. then passed a nervous glance to you. Able to read his expression, you shrugged in return. ‘Should we tell him?’ ‘I guess… ‘

Sam sighed and snorted an anxious laugh. “Well, I’m not a witch but I am married to one. We got stuck in the rift storm, out in the Elven Woods. Found an old cottage and (Y/N) here worked her magic. Literally. I was able to walk with no pain, no limp… for days.”

“Days? That rift storm was weeks ago. You still look fine to me.”

“Last night, I applied a heavier dose of the ointment. Let it heat by the fire,” you paused and blushed at the memory of what happened after, “and this morning, he’s better than ever.”

“You let her work her hoodoo on you? Sammy, what were you thinking? She’s--”

“Listen here, Dean Winchester,” you interrupted, unable to hold your tongue any longer, “I understand your suspicions of me, I’ve lived with that stigma all my life just because of who my father is. But I grew up to have a mind of my own, and yes, I was taught witchcraft by the most powerful witch in all of Lawrence and beyond. Rowena MacLeod may have shown me the way of magic, but I learned a few things on my own, as well. Including love, compassion, and commitment to those in my favor. Your brother and I had a rocky start, yet we have come to a mutual understanding. If you can’t respect HIS choices in that, then I beg you to reconsider. Your brother is a wonderful man, and has been just as disrespected by his father, as I have been by mine. And if you truly believe, even for a moment, that I am capable of hurting him, well then, frankly, you’re a horses’ ass.”

Your impassioned speech fell heavy in the room for a few moments. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sam smirking. Dean’s expression, however, was more shocked than anything.

“Well alright then,” Dean finally said, “I suppose I could be wrong. Hell, hope I am.” 

You straightened your shoulders and stood as tall as you could. “You are wrong, Lord Winchester. Just you wait, you’ll see who’s side I’m on.”

Dean nodded and looked towards Sam. “Come on Sammy, let’s go see what Dad has really got cooking up with the King of Hell.”

Shortly after they left the room, you sat down on the plush bed and sank back into the pillows. A flurry of thoughts and concerns raced through your mind, but as you tucked your arm over your head, hand beneath the pillow, you felt something hard and cool to the touch. Sitting up, you removed the pillows to see the vial that had once been around your neck to be stuck between the large, carved wooden headboard and the down mattress of Sam’s bed. 

A sigh of relief released from your lips; it was so audible you were afraid someone heard you out in the corridor. You clutched the vial to your chest and began to laugh softly. Slipping the cord back around your neck, you let the small bottle fall to your chest, then tucked it beneath your dress. Feeling its weight against your skin gave you more than just relief, it gave you an idea. Unsure if the pieces would fit together, you knew you had to find out. The one person who could answer your questions, was the same woman who taught you how to concoct potions in the first place. 

Rowena.

By the time the sun had hit the midday sky, you were reaching the entrance to the Elven Woods, and clutched at the old leather satchel slung over one shoulder. It was the first time you had ventured back to them since Sam had brought you there the day after the ceremony. ‘The day he tried to kill me,’ you thought. Shaking off the feeling of Sam’s blade against you, you took the first step through the archway to the woods.

As you made your way down the bumpy terrain, you came out to the majestic oak that grew at the fork in the path. It was just as radiant as you had remembered. The sunlight streamed down through its twisted maze of leaves and branches. You could feel its energy calling to you as it did to many magical folk in Lawrence. Somehow the magic you infused into the cream was able to break through the castle’s powerful warding. But the ritual you wanted to perform now, needed this extra boost of power. 

Pressing your hand against the rough bark of the trunk, you closed your eyes and felt the power that lived within its core. Focusing your mind towards that force, you began to feel it seep into your veins. When you finally opened your eyes, you felt a surge of magic like you’d never experienced and watched as the glow around your hand began to fade. It left you even more convinced that you were doing the right thing. Stepping back from the tree, you bowed your head in thanks, and continued down the right path that would lead you to the small cottage you’d found refuge in before. 

It didn’t take long before you could see the familiar shape of the roof peeking out through the trees. You took a last glance up at the sky, unsure if another rift storm would be lurking. Blue skies still reigned above, and you walked the last hundred steps towards the old place. 

You pushed in the door, and was immediately hit by the smell of the dried herbs lining the walls. It was warm and welcoming, and you began to find a love for the vibration you felt standing within its structure. Carefully lifting off the satchel you carried on your shoulder, you laid it down on the long wooden table and unpacked its contents.

Other than the noise you made setting up an altar, there wasn’t a sound to be heard.  Summoning another witch wasn’t exactly difficult, though it did require a certain amount of concentration. Grateful for the quiet, you lit the candles and began to break up the herbs and bones as the Grimoire had instructed. Holding your hands over the cauldron, you sprinkled in the last ingredient, conjured Rowena’s face in your mind and repeated the incantation. 

Upon finishing, a burst of purple light and blue smoke erupted from the old ceramic bowl, engulfing you in its haze. Waving your hands to help it clear, you began to smile the moment you saw a hint of Rowena’s bright red hair emerging through a small clearing in the fog.

“This best be important, dear. I was right in the middle of convincing the Prince of Wales that I was his long lost sister. That man’s money could’ve set me up for life…”

“I’m sorry, grandm--Rowena… but it is important.”

“You know, dearie, there are messengers to deliver important news. Did your father not teach you anythin’?”

Her words conveyed annoyance, but her expression gave you pause to think that maybe she wasn’t as bothered as she wanted you to believe. Rowena’s half smile, pulled into true grin as she surveyed your altar in front of her.

“Impressive. Seems as though you had a good teacher,” she replied smugly, and slowly made her way round to the side you stood on. “So tell me, why did you need to call on grannie?”

“I heard some things. Some details of the pact my father made with the King.”

“Oh?” Rowena’s curiosity was transparent, and as much as you respected her, you knew deep down you couldn’t trust her. “Do tell.”

“I… can’t. I have no reassurance that it’s true, though I do plan on protecting myself if it turns out to be a fact. What I need from you, is to tell me more about this…” you paused and withdrew the vial from beneath your dress.

Rowena took a small step forward and examined the bottle. A devilish smile unfurled on her petite face as her eyes came up to meet yours.

“Well, now, what do we have here?” Her eyes lit up as her painted fingertips carefully toyed with the glass. 

“It’s a love potion. I made it before we came here, in case I needed to protect myself from Lord Winchester.”

“Smart girl, though, poison and hex bags work better in my experience,” she shrugged and let it fall gently back to your chest. “Are you and Samuel getting along? Has he tried to hurt you?”

“Yes. we are getting along now, but he did try to kill me.”

“Yet, here you stand,” her smile grew even wider, “Clever girl… did you have to use that on him?”

“No, and don’t think I will. But…” you trailed off and turned back towards the altar. Pressing your hands against the wood of the table for support, you leaned forward and found the courage to tell her what you wanted to do with it. 

“But…?”

“If what I learned is true, I may need to use it on the King.”

“The King? Oh, please tell me you don’t mean your father…”

“Rowena, please. Of course not. I mean King Winchester. I am afraid the only sure fired way I can divert is his plans--”

“Is to make him fall in love with you?”

You nodded softly, and released your grip on the table. “I don’t want to. The idea of it gives me a sick feeling. But, if it's my last option, then I will do what I must.”

“Fair enough, dear. But where do I fit into this grand scheme of yours?”

“I took the spell from one of your books. I need to know the effects, if there is a curse attached, if I can break it if needed. I only mean to distract the King, not to become his bride next.”

“I don’t know, the King is at least easy on the eyes…”

“Please, don’t even suggest it. I was completely against this whole arrangement, but I have found a kindred spirit in Samuel. I’m sure part of my father’s intention was to have me tortured by this marriage, but really, he only did me a favor.”

“Don’t say that too loudly, you know that son of mine is always lurking. Knowing he did you a service, he may just snatch it right back from you.”

“I know, and it's why I hope I can trust you with this.” You paused and took Rowena’s hand, hoping that you could appeal to the side of her that felt fondness for you, and hatred for her son. “He’s your son… my father. We should be rooting for him, but at what cost? Look at what he’s already taken from both of us. You’re at his beck and call, and he had me marry his enemies, knowing they wanted me to burn solely for having the same blood run through my veins.”

Rowena seemed to be studying you, but you ignored her scrutiny. She stood quiet, contemplating the circumstances, then finally nodded. “You’re not wrong, my dear. My son is, to say the least, a vengeful little man. He’ll take any chance he can to destroy your happiness.”

“I know, that’s why I need to be proactive. So can you… will you, keep this to yourself?”

“Can I keep your motivations quiet? Yes, of course. But I cannot and will not help you with whatever plan you are conjuring. At some point, you have to be your own witch, dear. Can’t rely on dear old Rowena for everything.”

You thought you heard her wrong, but when she took a step back and made a demur shrug with her expression, you knew you hadn’t.

“I’m your granddaughter, and you refuse to help me? We’re family!”

“Oh, sweet child, what does family really mean? Because we share blood? One thing I’ve learned in this big, rotten world is that it means absolutely nothin’. Family is what you make it. Our bloodlines are poisonous, why do you think I sold Fergus off as a child? He was a rotten little twat. I needed to escape, or be put to death.”

Shaking your head slowly in disbelief, you turned back towards the altar. You could feel anger begin to boil under the surface, and for the first time in your life, felt the same hatred towards Rowena that you carried for your father. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But, I have to look out for myself. Think maybe it’s best if I disappear for a while. Go explore the world a bit. I do wish you luck,” she paused and gave a little smirk when she looked over your altar again. “Seems as if you know what you’re doin’.”

Before you could respond, Rowena mumbled a few words, and was gone. All that she left behind was a swirling mist of violet smoke, and her words ringing in your ears. 

‘...what does family really mean? Because we share blood? One thing I’ve learned in this big, rotten world is that it means absolutely nothing. Family is what you make it.’

“That’s probably the best thing you’ve ever taught me, grandmother.”

You emerged from the Elven Woods just as the sun was reaching late afternoon. Despite its brilliance, you were left with a chill that ran through your bones. A feeling of certain dread that loomed on the horizon. Stepping across the threshold into the gardens, you took a moment to breathe, and lifted your face towards the warmth of the sun. Losing track of time, you weren’t sure how long you stood that way, just clearing your mind and letting its light wash over the darkness you felt in your gut. 

“Y/N? My Lady… are you alright?”

The older, gravely voice of the Winchester’s Maester brought you out of your unintended meditation. When you lowered your eyes, blinking away the bright spots behind them, you saw Bobby standing there, looking concerned and a bit puzzled. 

“Bobby… yes, I’m... “ you tried to say the word fine, but it wouldn’t seem to work. “...breathing.”

“Need a moment, did ya?” Bobby replied, slowly closing the distance left between you. “You look a bit pale, feeling alright?”

“Yes… well… no. But it’s not an ailment I’m afraid. No herbs or teas to fix this ache.”

“And what kinda ache is that, may I ask?” His tone had shifted from curious to suspicious.

You knew he was a trusted part of Samuel’s family; you had experienced that first hand when he allowed you use of his apothecary. But could you trust him with conspiring against his King in the manner of which you were considering?

“Revelation,” you said, and sighed softly. “Maester Singer… I know Samuel trusts you, so I am hoping I can as well.”

Bobby considered it for a moment, and nodded. “You can, long as you aren’t looking to hurt my boy.”

“Never. I have grown quite fond of Samuel, and hurting him is something I would never consider. Not anymore.”

“Glad to know we’re on the same page here. So, spill, what’s got you lookin’ like you just walked over your own grave?”

“Revelations… things I’ve heard. An unspeakable betrayal from those I thought were my family.”

“Well, considering who your dad is, can’t really say you should be surprised.”

“Not just him, Rowena, too. I asked her for help, and she threw me to the wolves.”

“Again--”

“Yes, I understand,” you interrupted and flashed him a look of annoyance.

“Alright, so if they can’t help ya, maybe I can. What is it exactly you need help with?”

“I need answers… I need to know if these things are true.”

“You can ask me. If I know, I’ll give ya an honest answer.”

Taking a moment to think before answering, you passed him a demur smile, and took a few steps around him, before turning back to face him. “I want too, Bobby. I do. But I fear asking puts you in a precarious position. I don’t want to do that to you. Samuel adores you, and frankly, I adore him. So, no, I cannot ask you.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, his brow furrowed in thought. “I may know someone who could help. A friend of mine is back in town. She’s been known to see what us mere mortals can’t.”

“Is she a Dreamwalker?” you asked, a burst of excitement creeping into your tone, despite your sense of being overwhelmed.

“No. But, she’s the best damned psychic I’ve ever known. People around here know her best as ‘The Oracle’. She travels ‘round helpin’ folks however she can. If you need answers, I am pretty sure she can get them for ya.”

“You would do that? For me?”

“You’re family, ain’t ya?”

For the first time in a while that day, you smiled a genuine smile. “Yes, I am. So, where do we find this friend of yours?”

The journey to find the Maester’s friend didn’t take nearly as long as you thought it would. You didn’t want to be gone too long, or Sam may question where you went. Telling him your plans without all the answers felt dangerous somehow, but taking too long to divulge your thoughts could be just as dangerous. Rowena wasn’t exactly trustworthy, and who knew what she was liable to do with what you’ve already told her. Her agreement to keep it to herself didn’t exactly instill a sense of confidence in you.

Bobby seemed to sense your urgency, and had the horse drawn cart rumbling down the old dirt lane. But once he hit an offbeat path, overgrown with wildflowers and ferns, he eased up on the reins. 

“Almost there, Y/N. When we get there, I’ll make the introductions, but then I’ll wait outside. Been thinkin’ on what you said before, about not wanting to put me in the middle, and I do appreciate that. I may not always agree with John, but I did pledge my loyalty to his family. Sam and Dean, they’re just as much my boys as they are John’s. Hell, sometimes I think even more.”

He paused, and gave a quick glance your way. When you didn’t respond, he looked back towards the path ahead. “I’d give my life to protect both those boys. That includes protection from John, not that it would come to that. I know he’s rough around the edges, but--”

“But, he’s their father. I understand that, Bobby. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is destroy Samuel’s father. Despite their troubles, I couldn’t do that to my husband.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I can see that you are on his side, Y/N. It's why I’m helpin’ ya. I know John’s up to something, and my place in his court puts me at odds with how to handle it. So, if you need some answers, the least I can do is help you get to them.”

As Bobby guided the carriage round a bend in the path, you felt a surge of energy before the small house even came into view. When you saw it, you knew that was where he was taking you. You were so transfixed on the house, you barely noticed Bobby slowing down and calling the horse to a halt. It wasn’t until he set the reins around the hook and climbed down, did you realize that you were completely stopped.

You carefully stepped down, and waited for Bobby to join you before taking the short walk to the old, wooden door. Enamored by the energy pulsating from the house, you were both excited and nervous to step inside. 

Looking to Bobby, and swallowing thickly, you raised your brows and sighed, “Here goes nothing.”

The door opened before Bobby could knock. A tall, dark haired woman, dressed in a simple black dress with a plunging neckline stood before you. Her eyes were clouded white, but her smile beamed from ear to ear. 

“Bobby, I always love when you drop by,” she greeted and reached out for the Maester’s hand to pull him into a hug. 

“Pamela, beautiful as always.” He hugged her briefly and stood to the side. “This is Lady Y/N. She’s--”

“The wife of Lord Samuel. Oh, I know who she is. C’mon Bobby, I may be blind, the whole psychic helps with that,” Pamela laughed, and patted his shoulder before turning to you. “Now, let me get a look at you.”

Pamela reached out for your hand, and when you gently placed yours in it, she guided you inside.

“Alright ladies, I’ll be out here guarding Old Gus if ya need me.”

“Not joining us today, Bobby?” Pamela asked, slightly disappointed. 

“Not today. Today, Y/N needs some answers and whatever revelations she receives, are for her ears only.”

“I see,” she said, and turned her attention back to you. “Well then, Lady Winchester, let’s see what the spirits have to tell you.”

Pamela closed the door slowly behind you as you stepped further into her home, you drew in a deep breath of mixed herbs, candles, and sage. It was comforting and yet rejuvenated your energy, just as the old Oak did in the Elven Woods. 

“Please, have a seat.” Pamela motioned towards an worn, but cozy looking wooden chair, lined with plush red velvet. As she took her place directly at the round table, you slipped into the chair directly across from her and placed your palms flat on the table. 

“The energy in this place is inexplicably strong,” you mused, taking in more of the room. Candles were lit all around, some on table tops, some sitting atop tall iron candle holders. Over the table hung an iron chandelier, with more candles lazily flickering in a light breeze; yet you noticed no open windows. In the center of the small, round table, stood an iridescent purple crystal set in a sterling silver bowl filled with water. Admiring your surroundings, you settled into your seat with a sense of peace.

Pamela reached her hands towards the middle, palm up. You placed yours in hers once again, and could immediately feel the vibrations coming through her. When you looked up at her, meeting her clouded white eyes, a slight smile appeared on her face. 

“You’re a very powerful witch,” she said, then wrapped her fingers a bit tighter. “Taught, yes, but also born with the gift of magic.”

“My grandmother, Rowena. She’s a well known witch also born with innate magic. I suppose it comes from her.”

“I know of Rowena MacLeod. She’s… something alright. But your magic comes from a white witch. Your mother I believe.” She grew quiet, tuning in on your frequency, then nodded in confirmation. “Yes, your mother was a white witch. She’s passed, yes?”

“Y-Yes… I never knew my mother,” you replied softly, a twisted feeling bubbling in your gut. 

“Okay, close your eyes, Y/N. Focus your mind’s eye towards the crystal in the middle of the table.”

You did as told and waited for Pamela to begin. You could hear her breathing begin to slow, and nearly feel the rush of air she exhaled through her nose. 

“Amate spiritus obscure, te quaerimus, te oramus, nobiscum colloquere, aput nos circita. Amate spiritus obscure, te quaerimus, te oramus, nobiscum colloquere, aput nos circita."

Pamela repeated the chant a few more times, her will stronger each time. After the final pass, you opened your eyes and felt a cool air blew through the room, flickering the candles and casting erratic shadows to dance on the walls. 

“I call upon you, spirit, show yourself. I call upon you, spirit, show yourself!”

From beyond Pamela’s shoulder, a pale blue mist began to swirl slowly, eventually taking the loose shape of a woman. It floated towards Pamela, and seemed to ensconce her with its light. 

“Yes, I can hear you,” Pamela replied to a silent question. “Your name… to whom am I speaking…” She paused, awaiting a response. It felt as if time stretched on, but only a mere few seconds truly had. “Emmeline, yes, I understand. I give you permission.”

Though she had no external sight, Pamela’s gaze met yours for a moment, before she closed them tightly. When they opened again, gone were the clouded white orbs, and replaced by bright hazel eyes. You gasped at the change, then stared into them as if you knew them somehow. 

“Y/N,” Pamela spoke, but it was no longer her raspy tone; this voice was soft and gentle., “My daughter… you’ve grown up so beautiful.”

The whole change that unfolded before you, left you breathless. You reacted without thinking and tried to pull your hands away, but the spirit inhabiting Pamela’s body wouldn’t let go.

“Y/N, please....” the voice pleaded, “stay.”

You allowed her to hold your hands, and tried to think of what to say. But for all your questions, not only about her, but about how to handle the King, went out the window. All your mind could decipher was that despite all your magical knowledge and understanding, you were sitting and communicating with the spirit of your deceased mother. 

“How,” you whispered, “how is this possible? How do I know…”

“My sweet girl, you were born during a Harvest Moon, and I loved you from the moment I saw your face. Despite how you came to be…”

Recoiling slightly, you slowly shook your head. “I--I… I don’t know what that means. I have so many questions…”

“I don’t have long. Breaking through the veil isn’t easy, so I will try to answer what I can for you, child.”

Suddenly, everything you had come there seeking in the first place went out the window. Your blank mind began to grasp at the information you needed, but all you could think was that you were sitting across from a woman you longed to know your whole life. 

“I don’t know where to begin. My father would never speak of you. Grandmother, either. They would ignore me, or change the subject. Why? Why wouldn’t they tell me about you?”

The spirit didn’t reply. Instead she let go of your hand and raised Pamela’s fingers to rest upon the center of your forehead. Instantly you were hit with a surge of energy that felt like lightning racing through your body. Gasping for air, your vision went dark, and a series of images played out in your mind’s eye. Fragments of your mother’s memories poured into your knowing as the pictures flashed before you. 

Seeing her in her natural state was breathtaking. Emmeline had been a uniquely beautiful woman; her hair the color of spun gold, deep dimples--much like Samuel’s--when she smiled. You could see some resemblances of yourself in her, and it helped to settle the feeling of uncertainty you had rising in your gut. Seeing your mother, in her own body, practicing witchcraft at her own altar… the room filling with black smoke and taking over her body… Crowley entering the chambers and having his goons smash her altar to bits. 

Another flash… Crowley and her mother, now possessed by one of his minions, in bed together laughing maniacally at the despicable things they did and were planning to do. Another… her mother’s body, very pregnant, still possessed, but now she could hear her mother’s consciousness screaming to be let free, for the demon to leave her and her child alone. 

The images were coming faster now - death and destruction following Crowley and Emmeline’s body while she was carrying you inside her. Emmeline’s body on a dungeon floor, her eyes completely black and laughing as she gave birth to you. Then finally, one last image… this one was slow and lingered behind your eyes, as you watched the black smoke clear Emmeline’s mouth. Her body crumpled to the floor, but she was still alive and breathing slowly as she looked up to see Crowley holding a tiny bundle in his arms. 

 “Well done,” Crowley cooed to the heap of a woman on the floor as he stared down as his newly born child. “I promise, your efforts will not go unrewarded.”

“You can’t...take.. her,” Emmeline managed to squeak out. She pulled herself up to her feet, wincing in great pain as she found her footing. “She’s MY DAUGHTER!”

“Sorry, love. She;s mine. But, I can promise you, I will make sure she’s put to good use,” Crowley looked at the baby in his arms and smiled wickedly. “Papa has big plans for you, doesn’t he?”

Emmeline watched in horror as he lifted one of his hands from cradling the baby. Crowley ticked his head to the side and snapped his fingers. Emmeline began to choke, as her mouth began to spill blood down her dirtied and bruised form. 

“Don’t…. Do…. this…..”

“Too late. It’s done.” He watched as Emmeline drowned in her own blood and frowned when she ceased making any noise. Her body fell back to the ground, her once beautiful, vibrant eyes now vacant and cold. “Well, that was anticlimactic, wasn’t, Y/N? That’s okay, daddy still picked a good witch to bring you into this world. Me and you, we are going to do great things together.”

As the vision faded and your eyes readjusted to the somber lighting of Pamela’s cottage, you could feel the sting of fresh tears soaking your flesh. Pamela’s body was sitting back fully in her chair, but you could still see Emmeline’s eyes looking back at you. 

“I’m sorry to have to have showed you that, but you needed to know. Your father is a monster. I tried so hard to break free from that demon’s control, but I was helpless.”

The candles began to flicker before you even felt the icy cold breeze blow through the room. Your breath became visible in the air, and it made Emmeline’s spirit panic. 

“No… I need more time!” she yelled, half in her own voice, and half in Pamela’s. Pamela’s body jerked forward, then back against the chair hard knocking the spirit free from her body. The same swirling blue mist filled the room, ricocheting from the ceiling to the floor, to the corners and back again while Pamela’s chin hung to her chest, her palms still laying flat on the table. 

As quickly as she appeared, Emmeline was gone, leaving you feeling a sense of emptiness and dread. To have come so close to your mother, only to have her taken away again added a vat of fuel to the fire that burned inside you. The fire you would use to burn your father, and his Kingdom, to the ground. 

The temperature began to rise and the candles finally steadied from the whirlwind that just blew around them. Pamela was starting to come to, slowly raising her head until her white eyes met yours. 

Still shaken from the entire experience, her blank stare was starting to unnerve you. “Pamela?”

“I’m okay,” she said softly, her signature rasp still enough for you to know it was really her and not spirit. “That was… intense.” She reached across for your hand again, and though you honored her request, part of you was afraid to touch her again. “Your mother, you spoke with her? She showed you what you came here for?”

“Yes, she showed me…”

Pamela squeezed your hand and closed her eyes. “But not everything--”

Before she could continue, she was interrupted by a knock at the door, and the old wooden beast being slowly pushed open, allowing the day’s fading light to fill the room.

“Hate to interrupt the girl talk,” Bobby spoke up cautiously as she stepped over the threshold, “but are you ladies almost done? Day’s wasting here, and if Y/N doesn’t get back to the castle grounds before dark, I’m going to have some explaining to do to the King himself.”

You nodded in solemn agreement. You had come here for answers, though the ones you received weren’t exactly what you had been seeking. Unsure of how to process what you had learned, you turned to Pamela and smiled wanly. 

“Thank you, Pamela,” you started, and felt the rest of the words catch in your throat. “I--” expelling a deep sigh, you rose from the table and tried again. “I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve given me.”

“But you didn’t get everything you came here for,” she replied, then stood up from her own chair. Pamela walked around the table with great ease for a blind woman, finding you immediately and putting both of her hands on your shoulders. 

Pamela pulled you into a warm embrace and gave you a caring squeeze. Before she completely let go, she allowed her lips to linger near your ear for a brief moment and whispered, “The baby you’re carrying is going to be blessed with great power. It will be up to you to keep him balanced and not let the scales tip in Crowley’s favor.”

Jerking away from her, your eyes snapped up to meet hers as a small smile unfurled on her lips. She gently laid one of her long fingers against her lips. “Shhhh… that baby needs to be your secret, or danger will find him long before he’ll need to pledge his allegiance.”

“Ladies? Everything okay?” Bobby asked from where he still stood in the doorway. 

“Everything’s fine Bobby,” Pamela replied, looking over your shoulder to flash Bobby her signature smile and wink. “She’ll be right along.” When her false eyes looked back on you again, her smile faded. “Keep him safe, and this child will one day sit on the King’s throne.”

“Y/N, I hate to bust this party up, but we really have to go.”

Still in a complete state of disbelief, you turned just enough to see the Maester impatiently waiting for you and nodded. “I’ll be right there.”

He threw up his arms and shrugged, before turning and heading back outside. 

“Y/N,” Pamela said, and turned your chin so you were again focused on her. “I know you have more questions, I know you were seeking truths about the potion, and a plan to use it. Whether you chose to follow through or not, it will not change the outcome of what’s meant to be.”

“And what is that? What IS meant to be?” you pleaded. “And how could I already be pregnant? Samuel and I, we just… it was one--”

“What is meant to be is already in motion. It was put that way the moment you and Samuel came together. Twin flames, though born of different fires, can still come together to create a force of nature.” She paused, and gently rested her hand on your belly. “And this boy, he will be a force of nature.”

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Breaking The Law

Squares Filled:  Cop AU for @spnaubingo / Neighbors for @spnkinkbingo / Thunderstorm for @spngenrebingo / Accidental Cuddling for @spnfluffbingo / First Kiss for BTZ Bingo 

Warnings: Where do I start? Baking, Dean in uniform, incredibly horrible, daringly hilarious and completely inappropriate pick up lines, masturbation, dirty talk, use of a sex toy, use of handcuffs as restraints during sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, consensual role play, intentional law breaking.  Crack, fluff, smut - what a package!

Summary: Y/N always bakes a pie for new folks when they move in to her quiet little Topeka neighborhood. When Dean Winchester moves in next door, she is in for a surprise. Her new, insanely hot neighbor is not what he appears and she formulates a plan to get what she wants. 

Pairing: Cop!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 6333

Written for: @spngenrebingo @spnfluffbingo @spnkinkbingo @spnaubingo BTZ Bingo and @luci-in-trenchcoats who, over the course of a couple weeks said this: Hm, like obnoxiously fluffy lol. Maybe Dean meets the reader as a new neighbor or something and he doesn’t get a chance to say what he does for a living so she thinks he’s just this really nice guy always doing cute things around his house and with his family and then she finds out somehow he is one and is surprised because she thinks of him as super sweet Dean? Or you know, smutty cop Dean is always a safe bet too lol. Can’t go wrong with that. Dirty talk? Like because he’s so sweet that too is a bit of a shock.Maybe edging too? And then he’s as sweet as can be afterwards again? Michelle, I started writing and this is what came to me. I hope you love it! Even if it isn’t exactly what you asked for, I still think it’s pretty damn good! Thank you so much for the graphic! How you made this only knowing what squares I was filling boggles my mind!

Beta’d by: @hannahindie​, my support beam and enabler, who had this to say: ‘Hahahaha yes. And yes...I am howling...Oh good lord almighty I’m gonna die...I think I blacked out.’ Han, thank you!

A/N: So when I got this request, I set out on a mission and google’d my little heart out. This is not the smuttiest, but it is definitely the funniest thing I have ever written. Enjoy!

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Ringing the doorbell, Y/N stood on the front porch of her new neighbor’s house. It was a sultry evening and with the fresh baked pie in her hands, still warm from the oven, she was starting to sweat. “Dammit, just answer the damn door already!” She cursed under her breath just as the door swung open, a cool breeze hitting her in the face.

“Oh Christ that feels good!” Y/N exclaimed, pushing the pie into his hands as she walked through his front door, lifting the hair off her neck and fanning herself. Only slightly cooler than when he opened the door, she turned to him. “Welcome to the neighborhood!”

“Thank you?” He replied, looking at her with a confused look on his face. That is when she finally got a good look at him in person and not through the dusty windows in her kitchen.

“Damn! You’re a handsome one aren’t you?” she whistled, giving him a once over. “Sorry! Where are my manners! I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your neighbor.”

He shifted the pie to one hand and held his right out to her. “Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Did you make me a pie?” He looked down to the glass dish in his hands.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Romeo. I’m a baker. It’s what I do. I bake the best pies in the county. I always bake a pie for someone when they move into the neighborhood,” she rolled her eyes and walked further into the house, without even a glance back at him. “Looks nicer than when Mr. McGregor lived here.”

“Well, from what I heard from my realtor, Mr. McGregor was ninety, a bit senile and a hoarder,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, but he liked my pie,” she smiled, remembering the sweet old man that had passed a few months earlier.

“Oh I bet he did,” Dean muttered, not taking his eyes off her ass as she walked toward the kitchen. Not that he minded a beautiful woman in his house, but this was a bit odd. He followed her, placing the pie on the counter.

“What did you say?” she turned around to face him.

“I said, I bet he did. This smells delicious! Apple?” He changed the subject and bent down to get a good whiff of the spicy goodness he couldn't wait to dig into.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said!” She laughed. “Well, I am sorry for barging in here like that on your first day in the new place. It was just getting so damn hot out there and with the warm pie, I was sweating like a whore in church! I better get out of your hair and let you settle in.”

He burst out laughing. “Oh my god! I haven’t heard that in forever!”

“Things old folks say, right?” She giggled, a hand over her mouth. “Anyway, nice meeting you Dean. I’m just that way if you need anything.” She pointed to her house and made her way for the front door.

“Thank you for the pie, Y/N. I’ll get the plate back to you tomorrow,” Dean walked her to the door.

“No hurry, just bring it back when you’re done. It should keep for the week just fine if you refrigerate it,” she informed him.

“Oh that won’t be necessary because it won’t last long. Pie is my favorite thing and I will probably have it finished by lunch tomorrow,” he told her.

“Well, then. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye, Romeo,” she winked and walked out his front door.

“Holy hell! That’s the hottest guy I have ever met!” She shut her front door, leaning against the cool surface. “I’d only kick him out of bed to fuck him on the floor!”

“Fuck! She is the hottest chick ever,” Dean mumbled as he grabbed a fork and dug into the pie she made. “And she can bake pie? I gotta get me some of that.”

The next day, Y/N was busy baking away in her kitchen and trying to keep cool from the sweltering heat. Turning her trusty fan up a notch, she heard a knock on the door. As she approached the front, she could see a very tall, very built silhouette on her front porch.  She turned the knob and opened the front door to a very sweaty Dean Winchester, her unfairly hot new neighbor. She stood there for a moment, checking him out.

“Do you work for UPS? Because I am pretty sure I just caught you checking out my package,” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through her body like an earthquake.

“Are you a sprinkler? Because you’re making me all wet,” she murmured in response, not even caring that Dean caught her checking him out and and damn did she like what she saw. “Well come in already! It’s fucking hot enough without you standing there, letting all the cool out!”

Dean’s jaw dropped an inch or two and he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was giving her the twice over. He had never met a girl so bold before and it made him bolder in return.

“Your pie was fucking delicious. I could eat that shit all night long,” he admitted, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darting from her eyes to her mouth to her tits and back to her mouth.

“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite flavor Romeo?” she cooed, turning her back to him and slinking back to her kitchen.

“Whatever’s on the menu, Sweetheart,” Dean got a good long look at her ass as she opened the oven and removed the two freshly baked pies.

“Do you have a shovel? ’Cause I’m digging that ass!” He gave a hum of appreciation and continued to stare are her.

“Pretty awful pick up lines we got, huh?” she laughed.

“Yeah, they’re not the greatest, but it’s a good time!” He agreed.

She grabbed two beers out of her fridge and handed one to him. “So Dean, tell me a bit about yourself.”

“Uhh, I’m gainfully employed. I’ve got a brother, Sammy. He is an attorney in KC. My mom still lives in Lawrence in the house we grew up in. I have dinner with her every Sunday. My dad, uh, he died a few years ago,” Dean took a long pull off his beer.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” she smiled warmly, laying her hand on his arm.

“You know, he lived a good life. He loved us and he was proud of us. That’s all I need,” Dean shrugged. “But, you...you’re a baker. Like is that your career?” His deep green eyes lit up.

“No, not officially, not yet. Right now, I just bake as a hobby and I do some small time catering,” she replied. “I am saving up to open my own place. I have a responsible, adult job with medical coverage and a ton of vacation. I am kinda liking my gig right now.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I have held the same job for fifteen years and I love it. I get paid well to do what I love and the time off isn’t bad. I am dreading going back to work in a few days though,” he sighed, finishing the beer. “Thanks for the beer, Y/N. What time can I expect that pie delivery?”

“Oh, you think I deliver free of charge more than once?” she winked.

“I already told you I get paid well,” he winked back. His pink tongue darted out, licking his lips.

“You know, we could always just skip the niceties, go upstairs to my bed and do all the things I’m going to tell my girlfriends we did anyways,” she stepped closer to him, keeping her eyes locked on his.

He chuckled.

“What’s so funny, Romeo?” She was so close to him now, she could the heat radiating off him.

“Oh nothing. I was going to tell you a joke about my dick, but it’s too long,” he quipped. “Have a nice day, Y/N.” He turned and was out her front door before she could even respond.

It’s not that Y/N had never met a man as attractive as Dean before. It was that she had never met a man that attractive with a job and a sense of humor. He had values. He cared about his family. He had dinner with his mom every week and she could tell the way he talked about his brother that he loved him and was proud of him. So yeah, she had never met a man as attractive as Dean, and it wasn’t all about the looks.

She did not deliver a pie that evening. She stared at it on her kitchen island. Well, when she wasn’t staring at Dean. He was bent over the front of his car, his ass on full display, tinkering with something under the hood. She literally could stare at that ass for hours. And she mostly did, until it started getting dark. Then it just felt creepy watching him with the lights off. So she slipped on a pair of flip flops, grabbed the god damned pie and stomped over to his house.

He was still playing with that car when she reached his driveway. The muscles in his back flexing under the thin, damp cotton shirt. The flood lights illuminating every curve and dip as he worked. She admired his back side, before she made her presence known. “Are you butt dialing me right now Winchester? ‘Cause I swear that ass is calling me.”

He jerked upright so fast, he hit his head on the underside of the hood. “Son of bitch!”

“Oh my god, Dean! I am so sorry!” she placed the pie on the steps of his porch before rushing to his side. “Just let me take a look.”

“No! It’s fine!” he protested, still holding the back of his head.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I brought a peace offering...pecan?” She pointed to the pie on the stairs.

“Did you say pecan?” He asked.

“I did say pecan,” she replied.

“Damn sweetheart, that’s one of my favorites,” he winked and turned to grab the pie. “I like a woman that can bake. You know what else I like in a woman? My dick. Come on in.”

“Ha! As much fun as that sounds, I’ve already got plans,” she turned to leave. “Enjoy my pie, Dean and remember my name. You’ll be screaming it later.” She licked her lips and sauntered back to her front door, swinging her hips more than necessary.

Y/N lied about her plans for the evening, but Dean didn’t need to know what she was really doing. As hot as it was outside and as hot as Dean was making her on the inside, she hurried up to her room and stripped out of her sweaty clothes. She turned the ceiling fan on high, and pulled out her favorite toy.

Armed with only silicone, batteries, and the image of Dean, sweaty and covered in grease, stuck in her head, she played out her fantasies of him until she was too weak to move. Buck naked, she rolled over and slept peacefully for the first time since this heat wave hit.

Dean sat under the shower head, the cool water spraying over his tired muscles. He couldn’t get Y/N out of his mind. The way she unapologetically gives as good as she gets. That was the thing on his mind...giving it to her, hard and fast. His hand wandered to his dick. It was twitching at the mere thought of her. He gave it a squeeze, but knew it wouldn’t help. Dean stroked himself to full hardness, picturing Y/N. If he didn’t feel so relieved by his release, he would be embarrassed by how fast he came, like a fucking teenager. She was right about two things now. Her pie was out of this world and he came screaming her name.

She stayed away for a couple days to give her mind and hormones a rest, but she still couldn’t get Dean out of her mind. She caught glimpses of him every now then, but did her best to stay put, enjoying the last few days of her vacation.

She stepped outside one morning, the air cooler than it had been in more than a week. She decided it would be a good day to walk to the market and gather the supplies she needed for the large birthday party she was catering in a few days.

With her wagon full of fresh ingredients, she walked down the street toward home. She felt better since the weather had cooled down some and was looking forward to getting her baking done. She whistled as she approached the corner, waving to the mailman when she noticed a squad car parked in Dean’s driveway. His car wasn’t there, but she should’ve seen it coming. She knew he was too good to be true. She cursed herself for letting herself think the best of him. She put her head down and walked right on past to her own drive.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!” A familiar, deep voice called out to her.

She whipped her head up and saw Dean rushing toward her, a pie plate in his hands. He was wearing a Topeka Police Department uniform, complete with the utility belt holding a gun, taser, baton, and handcuffs.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna catch flies if you keep that pretty mouth open any longer,” he laughed.

“You know, that uniform looks great on you,” she composed herself and licked her lips. “It would look even better on my bedroom floor.”

“Wow, I - uh…” Dean stammered, rubbing his free hand over the back of his neck nervously.

“Speechless, Winchester? I’m surprised,” she smiled coyly.

“Oh no, not at all. I just wanted to thank you for the pie. It was incredible. And when you decide to open that bakery, let me know if you want to add ‘impeccable gag reflex’ to your resume,” Dean smirked, handing her the pie plate and walking home.

She stood and watched as he opened the door and slid back into his cruiser. He gave her a wave and sped off down the street in the opposite direction. “I thought he was a mechanic!”

Y/N spent the entire afternoon baking, icing and baking some more. She had cakes, cupcakes, and cake pops. Her first floor looked like a birthday party vomited everywhere, but she didn't care. She was formulating a plan. Now, she just needed to put it into action.

She waited until she heard Dean’s car pull into his driveway. She had showered the icing out of her hair and even put on a little makeup and painted her toenails. She dressed in her shortest cutoffs and a tight tank top and slipped on a pair of heeled sandals. She placed a few mini pies on a platter and gracefully walked over to Dean’s front door.

Without knocking, she opened the door wide and slammed it shut behind her. She counted to five, but only made it to three before Dean ran down the stairs in nothing but black socks and matching black boxers, his gun drawn. “What the hell are you doing, Y/N? I could have shot you! You don’t just walk into someone’s house like that! Especially a house that belongs to a cop!”

“Oh hi Dean!” She chirped. “I just wanted to bring you some pies. I’m sorry. Am I trespassing?” She bit her bottom lip and popped one hip out.

“What?” he answered perplexed.

“I’m sorry? Are you questioning the pies or trespassing?” She walked into his kitchen and dropped the platter on the table.

“Pies or trespassing? Are you drunk?” Dean took the last few steps, coming to a stop at the door as she walked past him, putting her hand on the knob.

“Oops! Sorry,” she giggled and walked out.

Dean locked the door and leaned against it, letting his head hang down. That is when he noticed for the first time that he was just in his socks and underwear. And sporting a tent in his boxers. “What’s a nice girl like her doing in a dirty mind like mine?”

The next day, Dean went home for lunch to find Y/N laying out in her front yard. She was wearing a skimpy kelly green bikini and...was she spitting? He took a few steps to the edge of his lawn. Sure enough she was spitting on the sidewalk. What the hell? He shook his head and walked back home. He let himself in, remembering to lock the door this time, although he was sure he wouldn’t mind her trespassing wearing just those two slips of spandex she called a bathing suit.

Later that evening, Dean was sitting on his sofa, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. He was watching the last inning of the Royals game against the Twins. He heard what sounded like singing coming from the street. He put the beer down and moved to his front window. Pulling the curtain back a little, he opened the window to listen, and watched for a couple minutes trying to figure out what the hell she was doing.

Y/N was riding a bicycle in those too short shorts and flip flops. She was singing the Alphabet Song. Now, Dean couldn’t deny she was the hottest thing he had seen in his entire life, but he was beginning to think she just might be bat shit crazy. He made a mental note to run a background on her before his shift the next day.

Dean woke earlier than normal the next day, showered and dressed and was out the door in record time. He sat down at his desk and pulled her report. There was nothing. She was clean, like squeaky clean. She didn’t even have a speeding ticket on her record. He just sat there and shook his head, not knowing what he was going to do about the hot and crazy neighbor chick. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her sane.

Each night for a week solid, Y/N rode her bike, or walked, up and down the block singing that damn children’s song. He decided then and there if he ever had kids, they were learning their ABC’s some other way because if he heard that fucking song one more time he was sure he just might shoot her.

He avoided her for the next week or two. He still saw her out in her yard. She would sing some nights and was still oddly spitting on the sidewalk. He missed their dirty banter and her pie. Maybe he should try to talk to her. Maybe she just needed a friend.

Dean walked over to her house with a six pack of beer. He stood on her front porch waiting for her to answer and just as he was about to go back home, the door opened. She greeted him warmly.

“Hey Dean, come on in,” she swung the door open so he could follow her.

“What is that smell? It smells like heaven!” Dean breathed deeply through his nose and closed his eyes.

“That is an order for Saturday. I am catering a police retirement party,” she commented, waving her hand over the dozens of baked goods in her kitchen.

“You’re the lady Bobby and Ellen have been raving about?” Dean marveled.

“I make more than just pie, Dean!” She told him, throwing a pinch of flour in his direction.

“Hey! Be nice,” Dean ducked, avoiding the mess. He grabbed a beer and handed her one. “So, do you usually socialize when you go to these parties?”

“No, they’re my clients, not my friends. Well, except for Bobby and Ellen. I worked with Ellen years ago and she was what I needed when my mother died. They’re like family,” she shrugged, cracking a few eggs into the bowl.

“Well, since you put it that way, would you like to come with me?” Dean asked. “I’ll be there, too. Bobby’s been like a father to me and my mentor since I was in the Academy.”

“Dean, I’m already going, besides, I will have work to do. I don’t just get to hang out all night like you do,” she replied, whisking the cake batter.

“Well, what if I help? That way, you have less to do and more time to spend with your extended family?” Dean offered. “And me.”

“We’ll see, Winchester. Now, if you’re not helping, you’re just in the way!” She poured the batter into a waiting pan and popped it in the oven.

“I’ll just be in your way,” Dean made a move to leave, but stopped. “I’ll see you Saturday, Y/N.” He gave her a wink and showed himself out.

“Hey Bobby!” Dean called out to the retiring chief. “I didn’t know you knew my neighbor, Y/N.”

“Oh yeah. She and the wife go way back,” Bobby commented, taking a sip of his coffee. “Don’t even think it boy. I’ll whoop you.”

“I can’t deny I feel something for her, Chief. But I think she might be a little ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’, if you know what I mean,” Dean relayed, his finger turning circles at his temple.

“She ain’t crazy boy, unless she’s into you,” Bobby chuckled. “She’s a sweet girl with a good head on her shoulders and is close to opening her own bakery.”

“Bobby! She rides up and down the block on her bicycle, singing the fucking ABC’s! She spits on the sidewalk for fuck sake! You know who does that? Crazy people!” Dean was shouting now.

“Oh boy, she got it bad. I gotta go call the wife,” Bobby walked away.

“What are you talking about, Chief?” Dean stepped in front of him, blocking his path back to his office.

“You ever looked up old laws that just never got gone?” Bobby asked him pointedly and Dean shook his head. “Just look ‘em up. Don’t be late to my party and remember I like Johnny Walker Blue.”

Dean was driving home from the retirement party behind Y/N’s delivery van. He kept replaying the night in his head. He also kept thinking about what he had found out the other day. Y/N wasn’t crazy, she was trying to tell him something. Now he just needed to get her to admit it.

He pulled into his driveway and hopped out of his car. “I’m gonna change quick, then I’ll help you bring in the rest, okay?” He called out to Y/N as she opened the back of her van.

“No problem. I’ll leave the door open, just let yourself in,” she called back, carrying a few trays in the house with her. A crack of thunder sounded above her and she rushed for the door. If she hurried, she could get them in before the storm started.

Dean quickly took off his jeans and button down and changed his clothes. He gave his teeth a good brush, then walked back out his front door, locking up behind him. Lightning had joined the thunder and the sky lit up as he made his way to Y/N’s front door.

He stepped up onto the porch and pounded loudly on the door. “Miss Y/L/N!”

“Dean, I told you to let yourself in!” she reminded him as she opened the door. Her jaw hit the floor as she took in his change of attire. “Wha-what are you doing, Dean?”

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, we’ve been getting complaints in recent weeks and decided it was time to look into it before it became a big problem,” Dean stood with his hands on his belt and his voice carried an air of authority. The sky opened up and the rain pelted down.

Y/N involuntary pressed her legs together. She could already feel the wetness in her panties just from looking at him. “I’m sorry, Officer…”

“Winchester, ma’am,” Dean nodded, not breaking character.

“I’m sorry, Officer Winchester. What complaints are you talking about?” She asked, batting her eyelashes. This was it, she thought.

“One of your neighbors said you’ve been spitting on the sidewalk. And not only is it unfitting of a lady like yourself, it’s also against the law, Miss,” Dean took a step forward, breaching the threshold.

“I’m so sorry, Officer,” she cooed, looking up at him. Even as he took another step closer, she didn’t back up like he expected.

“You’ve also been singing the Alphabet Song at night,” Dean added to her list of complaints.

“I love to sing, Officer Winchester,” she smiled. “I didn’t know singing was against the law.”

“And you entered the home of a law enforcement officer without proper permission. Miss Y/L/N, that is trespassing,” Dean took one more step, closing the gap between them. His uniformed figure just inches from her. She ran her eyes up and down.

“But we’re neighbors, Officer Winchester,” she looked back up at him. “And I brought him pie. He likes my pie.”

“That’s not the point, Miss Y/L/N. You’ve been carrying on with illegal activities for days and I’m here to put an end to it,” Dean reached behind his back for his cuffs. “Unless we can come to some kind of arrangement…”

“Oh Officer Winchester, what kind of arrangement?” Y/N queried, her voice breathy as her lips parted. “I have pie.”

“Oh Miss Y/L/N, I’m not sure pie will be enough to get you out of this predicament,” Dean grabbed her wrist and unfolded the cuffs. He pressed the cold metal to her heated skin.

“If you show me what I can do to get out of this, I promise I’ll learn my lesson, Officer Winchester,” she panted, holding her wrists out for him. “Surely a big strong man like yourself can show me.”

“Oh, I can show you alright, Miss Y/L/N,” Dean slapped the cuffs on one wrist, then the other and led her through the house back to her kitchen. “This looks like it’ll do.”

Dean pushed her forward over the island, her cuffed wrists in front of her. He pressed into her back as he leaned over her. “You ready for your lesson, Miss Y/L/N?” He breath was hot and heavy in her ear.

“Yes!” She shouted. “Officer Winchester, is that a weapon in your pants?”

“Oh sweetheart, I am armed and dangerous,” he growled. He let go of her and walked around the front of the island. It was narrow enough that her hands her hanging over the edge. He uncuffed one of her wrists, wrapped the cuff around the silver handle and recuffed her.

“Oh my god, Dean,” she moaned as a gush of wetness left her throbbing pussy.

“That’s Officer Winchester, Miss Y/L/N,” he corrected her as he walked around the other side of the island, coming to a stop behind her. He undid his utility belt, letting it crash loudly to the floor due to its weight.

She heard the rustling of fabric and the metal of his zipper and swore her pussy was leaking like a sieve. She felt two strong hands on her back as they trailed down her spine and across the swell of her ass up in the air. The touching didn’t stop there. His hands moved over her cheeks and down her thighs until he reached the bottom of her skirt.

A cool breeze blew across the backs of her legs as Dean pulled up the back of her skirt. He whistled low as he admired her backside.

“Christ sweetheart! This all for me? You’re so wet, it’s dripping through your panties,” Dean breathed out heavily. She felt his breath against her thighs and spread them for him as much as she could in her position.

“I do love a man in uniform Officer Winchester. It just turns me on so much, I could come just from you talking to me and wearing that,” she panted, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Fuck,” he whispered. His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, pulling them down and over the cute little boots she had on. “I can smell you. You smell just as good as those pies you’ve been making me. Now I want to taste your pie.”

Her moans increased as he buried his face in her wanting pussy from behind. At the first drag of his tongue against her sodden hole, she screamed out in pleasure. “Dean!”

“Sweetheart, do you know why they call me the cat whisperer? ‘Cause I know just what your pussy needs,” he licked, his tongue breaching her and sending her into her first orgasm. “Wow. That’s impressive.”

“I told you,” she mumbled against her arm. Her legs were trembling already and he had barely touched her.

“Well, I better try harder,” Dean announced. He walked back around and uncuffed her. He flipped her over and lifted her onto the counter. “Such a beautiful fucking pussy and I’m gonna wreck it.”

His tongue darted out over her outer lips as he slipped two fingers inside her easily. She was tight, but so wet and dripping for him. He pumped gently at first, exploring her both inside and out. Her moans were louder as he flicked her clit from his left and her hips bucked off the counter as he did it over and over. As he circled her swollen nub, he finally reached that sweet spot inside her with his fingers and within no time at all, she was coming again.

“Fuck, Dean! Oh my God!” she cried.

“Fuck me,” Dean panted, his cock hard in his pants.

“Upstairs, now!” Y/N sat up, her pussy dripping all over her counter and down her thighs.

Dean picked her up in one move and took the stairs two at a time.

“Last door on the left,” she pointed and he opened the door. He set her down gently on the bed then stripped out of his pants.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Dean confessed, his eyes never leaving hers as she slipped off her boots and skirt, wearing only a sleeveless blouse.

“Oh Officer Winchester, you have got a dirty mouth on you,” she tsked, running her hands up her body, stopping to play with her breasts.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m afraid I do,” Dean agreed. He moved toward her. She opened her legs invitingly as he reached the edge of the bed. “I’m still new here, and I’m not stopping until your legs are shaking and all the neighbors know my name.”

“Dean, I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she breathed.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Dean promised, as he removed his pants. She reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“You already have. Please let me,” she reached for his boxers and slipped her slender fingers in the waistband,

“I can’t wait, Y/N. I’ve been dying to get inside that pussy for weeks. Please, there’ll be time for that later,” Dean was on his knees, shrugging out of his uniform shirt.

Y/N pulled her blouse over her head, revealing her lace and satin covered breasts to him. He swallowed loudly and got up off his knees. He picked her up under her arms and moved her to the top of the bed, before settling over top of her, bracing himself on his elbows.

Their eyes met and he crashed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, but wanting. Dean’s lips were softer than she expected, but firm as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Her mouth parted and she slipped between his lips, her tongue seeking his. “Dean.”

“Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Dean murmured, his lips trailing across her jawline.

“I have an idea. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first night. And then there was all the flirting and fuck, I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life,” she panted between the kisses he bestowed on her. His lips moved further down her neck.

“You make me so hard.”

“I’m so wet for you Dean.”

“Oh Christ.”

Dean’s lips wandered over her collarbone, stopping at the swell of her breast. He reached behind her with one hand and flicked open the clasp. His lips moved to her shoulder, slipping the strap down slowly as he edged on the thunderstorm brewing inside of her. He moved to the other side, mimicking his movements until she was bared to him.

“You’re ravishing,” Dean professed, his eyes roaming her bare body laid out before him.

“Dean, baby, fuck me, please,” she pleaded with him. Her hands moved to his boxers, slipping them down over his hips. She used her feet to remove them, until he too, was bare.

“Yes, God yes,” Dean moved back over her, one hand guiding his cock toward her entrance, but stopped. “Fuck! Condom? I didn’t bring my wallet. I’m sorry.”

“Dresser, top drawer,” she heaved, so close to where she wanted him.

Dean bolted from the bed, ripping open the top drawer of her dresser. It took him no time at all to find what he was looking for and he tore open the package, rolling the rubber over his dick. He was back in her bed and where he really wanted to be.

“You ready for me sweetheart?” Dean looked into her eyes and she nodded. He held her gaze as he slowly pushed inside her wanting hole. “God, you’re so fucking tight!”

She moaned as he finally bottomed out inside of her. “I love the way you fill me up, Dean. Like my pussy was made for you.”

Dean pulled out and pushed back in faster and faster with each pass, growling with intensity. “I’m gonna make this pussy mine.”

“It’s yours Dean, take it!” she sobbed as the storm raged on inside her. With the two orgasms he had already given her, she knew it wouldn’t take her long to reach that edge again.

“Fuck, Y/N! You feel so good,” Dean grunted, his pace increasing as he pounded into her. “Gonna wreck this perfect pussy.”

“Oh my god Dean! I-I’m gonna come. Ohhhhhhhhhh!” her pretty little mouth froze in a perfect o shape, the scream forced out of her under Dean’s thrusts.

“I’m right there, God you feel so good,” Dean groaned as he pulled her leg up to change the angle. He carried her through her release, her walls clenching around him as he found his own. He gave one final pump, stiffening and stilling inside her as he filled the condom. “Fuck.”

After they had given themselves a few moments of rest, Dean rose from the bed, and returned with a warm towel. He cleaned them both up, then crawled into the bed next to her. They were both laying on their backs, staring up at the ceiling.

“I was wondering how long it would take you. How long I would have to sing that stupid fucking song,” she turned her head to look at him.

“It took me a while to figure it out. It was actually Bobby that clued me in. I just thought you were all ‘Girl Interrupted,’ Dean admitted.

“I don’t know what it is about a man in uniform, but it literally does things to me. I can’t explain it,” she confessed.

“I’m sorry about earlier...you know, if I was a little rough with you,” Dean turned to his side, facing her.

“I kinda liked it, Dean. What would you say if I said I was thinking about installing a new bathtub?” she smiled at him.

“I would have to cuff you and read you your rights, Miss Y/L/N,” Dean leaned in and kissed her deeply.

She pulled away for a breath, looking into those deep emerald eyes. “Think we can have a snowball fight this winter?”

“You’re nothing but trouble woman,” Dean laughed. “I should probably get going.”

“You don’t have to leave, you know,” she placed a hand on his arm.

The sun broke through the flimsy curtains in Y/N’s bedroom, filling the room with the bright orange and gold of the sunrise. Dean stirred, burying his head in the pillow, away form the sunlight. The pillow moved, feeling silky under his stubbled cheek. And it smelled of vanilla. “Shit! I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean-”

“Dean, relax, it’s okay. I’m a bit of a cuddler myself. But I should probably ask...post-coital-cuddle-by-accident isn’t against some strange Topeka law is it?” she giggled, wrapping her arm around his waist, she felt his morning wood press into her thigh.

“No, no it isn’t,” Dean breathed in her scent as he pulled her into him.

“Damn, I guess I’m going to have to start breaking real laws now,” she pressed a kiss to his chin.

“I don’t want to have to arrest you for real. How about if I just show up in uniform once a week to take the edge off?” Dean offered.

“What about the other six nights? Can you take the edge off those, too?” She asked.

“I think we can come to some type of arrangement,” Dean agreed, his hips rutting against her.

“I think I’m going to order that new bathtub...the corner one. That’s big enough for two,” she breathed out as his fingers found her core.

“I think I should probably invest in some new cuffs,” Dean claimed her lips with his. They had plenty of time to come up with some type of arrangement.

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There. Are. Not. Enough. Sammy. Lawrence. X. Reader. Smuts. Any. Where.

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For the longest time I have avoided the BATIM fandom because tbh the whole concept of people adoring an old timey wimey demon character seemed peculiar to me. That is until I gave the game a proper chance.... I denied it, "no, it's just the aesthetic," then that turned into "well, I suppose Bendy can be likable." Now I have found myself as of late reading Sammy Lawrence x reader smuts. What is this? What is this game?? BENDY what have you DONE to me? I have practically sold my soul to Bendy...

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Shadow- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,960

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual, implied smut

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“You know, Sam is going to be pissed.” You said as you put your bra back on.

“Does it look like I care?” Dean chuckled and kissed you softly. You moaned appreciatively, pulling away when Dean’s phone rang. Dean groaned in protest but you knew you needed to answer it. So, you answered it for him and saw it was Sam calling.

“Hey, Sam.” You said, trying not to sound like you had the best sex of your life.

“Are you guys done?” He asked impatiently.

“We were busy.” That was all you had to say about the matter.

“Seriously? You guys are having sex when I told you to do something for me? What if something happened to me? “Sam asked, offended.

“You’re a big boy. You can handle yourself,” You teased. You pulled the phone away and put it on speakerphone, looking at Dean. “You’re on speakerphone.”

“I can’t believe you two.” Sam scoffed. Dean smirked and gave you a wink before opening the laptop back up.

“Well, maybe I can get some work done now. You’re the one that left us unsupervised.” Dean said, quickly typing and doing quick research.

“Please tell me you found something.” Sam asked. Dean was silent for a moment and then he showed you the computer screen. On it was Meg’s high school picture. She was a normal person.

“There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don’t you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?” Dean teased, turning the laptop his way.

“What about the symbol? Any luck?” Sam sighed.

“Give me a moment.” Dean went back to rapidly typing and concentrating. He was trying to do hard research while rushed so you left him alone.

“I don’t know, Sam. I still don’t like the girl.”

“You don’t like anyone, Y/N.” Sam said with a scoff.

“Why do you and Dean think that I hate everyone? I just have strong gut feelings about certain people. I don’t know why but she seems off.”

“Sam, I got something.” Dean said. You walked back over to Dean and sat next to him. You realized then you were talking to Sam when you were half naked and Dean with only a blanket over his dick.

“It turns out it’s Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It’s a sigil for a Daeva.” Dean said.

“What’s a Daeva?” Sam asked, confused.

“It translates to “demon of darkness”. Zoroastrian demons, and they’re savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls.” Dean said.

“Wow, how did you figure that out?” Sam asked, surprised.

“What do you think? The internet.” Dean said. You laughed a bit and looked at him, kissing his cheek.

“You are too cute.” You said with a smile.

“Guys, can we focus?” Sam huffed out.

“Here’s the thing—these Daevas, they have to be summoned or conjured.” Dean said.

“So, someone is controlling it?” Sam asked. You had a feeling you knew who was.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. And, from what I gather, it’s pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos.”

“So what do they look like?” You asked Dean so Sam could hear. You didn’t see any pictures on the website he pulled up.

“Well, nobody knows, but nobody’s seen them for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we’ve got a major player in town. Now, why don’t you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?” Dean said, tired of talking about the case.

“Bite me.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“No, bite her. Don’t leave teeth marks, though,” Dean said but Sam hung up before Dean could finish what he was saying.

“You just love to pester him, don’t you?” You said, looking at Dean.

“It’s fun, you should try it sometime. I give you permission.” Dean chucked.

“Dean?” You asked, getting serious.

“What’s wrong?” Dean said, looking into your eyes.

“I’m almost always right about who I think is sketchy and who isn’t. Meg is sending off alarm bells in my head. I can’t shake the feeling that she is the one controlling the Daevas.”

“We gotta warn Sam. I know I tease you about hating everyone but I trust you and I trust when you think someone is shady.” Dean said, putting his clothes. You got dressed, ready to get Sam.

There was no need for you to get Sam because when you were almost ready, Sam barged into the motel room.

“Dude, I gotta talk to you.” They said at the same time.

“Sam, what did you find out?” You asked, deciding who should speak first.

“Meg is the one controlling the Daevas. Looks like she was using a black altar to control the thing. She was talking into a bowl and everything. You should have seen it. It was weird.” Sam explained.

“So, Sammy’s got a thing for the bad girl.” Dean teased but this was a serious matter.

“What’s the deal with the bowl?” You asked.

“She was talking into it. The way witches used to use crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone.” Sam said.

“With who? The Daevas?”

“No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who’s giving her orders. Someone who’s coming to that warehouse.” Sam said.

“You’ll never guess what we found out.” You said, pointing to the files you got. Dean nodded and grabbed them, excited to show his brother.

“These are the complete records of the two victims. We missed something the first time.” You said, looking at Dean.

“The first victim, the old man, he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn’t born here. Look where he was born.” Dean said, pointing to the city.

“Lawrence, Kansas.” Sam read.

“Meredith, second victim. It turns out she was adopted and guess where she’s from.”

“Lawrence, Kansas.” You said for Sam who looked shocked.

“Holy shit, it’s where the demon killed Mom. That’s where everything started. So, you think Meg’s tied up with the demon?” Sam said, looking at his brother.

“It’s where my mom was killed too. I don’t know how but I think because my mom knew John, our families are tied together, somehow.”

“I think it’s a definite possibility.” Dean said.

“But I don’t understand. What’s the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?” Sam wondered. That was a good question.

“Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation.” You said, thinking it was a god idea.

“No, we can’t. We shouldn’t tip her off. We’ve gotta stake out that warehouse. We’ve gotta see who, or what, is showing up to meet her.” Sam said, taking the better option.

“I’ll tell you one thing. I don’t think we should do this alone.” Dean said, getting up and grabbing his cell phone. You knew who he was calling but got up to help Sam. You and Sam were getting weapons to have just in case for anything.

“I’m sorry about Meg.” You said, putting weapons into a bag.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, confused.

“Well, you seemed to really like her. I thought this might be your chance to be happy with someone after Jess. I guess I’m sorry.” You said, looking at him.

“She’ll come. I don’t know when but she will. Meg wasn’t it.” Sam said, taking one bag. You heaved the other on your shoulder and closed Dean’s trunk. You practically dumped everything from Dean’s trunk to the bags.

You two walked back to the motel room and saw Dean hanging up the phone.

“Voicemail?” You asked Dean who nodded. Dean turned around as you and Sam put the bags on the beds.

“Jesus, what’d you get?” Dean said, gesturing to the bags.

“We ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that we could think of and exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I’m not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything.” You handed Sam and Dean their guns and you got to work filling them up, checking to see if everything was okay.

“God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?” Sam said after a few moments of silence.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, all right?” Dean was always the practical one while Sam was the dreamer. You were both but you knew when reality was reality.

“I know. I’m just saying, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I’d sleep for a month. Go back to school and be a person again.” Sam said with a smile on his face.

“You want to go back to school?” Dean said, the air in the room changed drastically. You stopped working and stared at Sam.

“Yeah, once we’re done hunting the thing.” Sam said, apparently not noticing the change.

“You want to leave?” You asked in a small voice.

“Why, is there something wrong with that?” Sam asked, turning around.

“No. No, it’s, uh, great. Good for you.” Dean said with a tight smile.

“I mean, what are you gonna do when it’s all over?”

“It’s never gonna be over. There’s gonna be others. There’s always gonna be something to hunt.” Dean said.

“How can you back to school knowing there are monsters out there, killing people? Once I entered this life, it changed me. I can’t go back to normalcy. Well, to me, this is normal. This is what we do. “You said to Sam.

“But there’s got to be something that you want for yourself,” Sam started to say.

“Yeah, I don’t want you to leave the second this thing’s over, Sam.” Dean said, cutting him off. You bit your lip at Dean who walked over to the dresser. He was hiding his feelings because that he what he did.  

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Sam asked.

“Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?” Dean said, turning back around.

“Because Dad was in trouble. Because you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.” Sam said like it was obvious.

“Yes, that, but it’s more than that, man,” Dean said, turning back to the dresser to hide his features. You walked over to him but he looked away from you. “You and me, Y/N, and Dad… I mean, I want us... I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again.”

“We missed you, Sam. It’s not the same without you.” You added to Dean’s thought.

“Dean, we are a family. I’d do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.” Sam said to both of you. You looked at Dean to see a heartbroken face. You got tears, hating the way he looks.

“Could be.” Dean said softly. You let a tear fall and looked at Sam.

“I don’t want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you’re gonna have to let me go my own way.” Dean looked at his brother and he sighed.

“You have me.” You whispered to Dean. He gave you a tiny smile and walked out of the room, grabbing one of the bags. You sighed and grabbed the other one, following Dean out to the car.

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