#saxxxology vol. 1 writing challenge

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When I’m Down

Square(s) Filled: “You can’t judge a book by it’s cover” for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​

Warnings: A bit of angst, mentions of death, bad movie quotes, fluff for days

Summary: Dean is feeling things and lets something slip for the reader. Will he fess up or cut and run?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1718

Written for: @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​, @saxxxology​‘s Vol. 1 Writing Challenge, my song choice was “When I’m Down”. And written for @amanda-teaches​ who sent me this prompt:  I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How about Dean and “I want all that romantic shit, but only with you.” for your requests?

Thank you to my betas, @alleiradayne​ and @jerkbitchidjitassbutt​. 

A/N: When Amanda sent her request, I knew immediately, I couldn’t just write a drabble for that. This turned into so much more than that. I also try to be generic with my readers, but I had to make an exception for this. This is written in Dean’s POV. 

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I’ve got this friend and she’s great. I can barely remember how we met, I just know it was a case. But I do remember how well she took the news of what is really out there. She is a kindergarten teacher, but she’s so much more than that. She’s brave and generous. She’s funny and has the greatest outlook on life of anyone I’ve ever met. She’s strong and self-assured. She’s soft and loving. She’s a lot of the things I’m not. The things I’m afraid to let myself be, because of how I was raised and what I’ve seen. 

I always make time for her when she calls each week when we’re on the road and when we get home, it’s the first place we stop. She always has a home cooked meal ready for us. Sam usually bows out after dinner, but I like to find a reason to stay. A movie, a broken fence post, a leaky faucet. It doesn’t really matter, the point is, she makes me feel better and I love seeing her smile when I crack a bad joke. Over the years, she’s heard them all, but she laughs anyway. 

“Y/N?” I call out as I let myself in through the back after mowing the lawn. She’s been swamped with preparing lessons and report cards and just hadn’t gotten around to it. I’m happy to do those mundane things for her. 

“In here,” she calls back. She is sitting cross legged on the floor of her living room, back against the couch. Her computer is perched on her knees and there are papers and notes scattered all around. Her hair is gathered in a messy bun, with at least four different writing implements sticking out from it. She looks up as I enter the room, her glasses falling down the tip of her nose. I can’t help but chuckle at how adorable she looks. 

“Hey,” I smile and walk towards her, mindful of the carefully organized chaos. “So I thought a lazy weekend was in order. No hunts on the horizon and I told Sammy I needed a few days off. Your lawn is mowed and I even did some doody duty.” I laugh because her giant German Shepherd leaves them all over the yard wherever she feels like it. 

“You didn’t have to do that, Dean. I was going to get to it…” she looks around her and laughs. “Eventually.”  

“I don’t mind. It’s going to rain anyway,” I shrug. “So dinner and a movie?”

“Yes! I’m almost done,” she glances back down at her screen. “Well, half done.” 

“It can wait, sweetheart. It’s Friday night and you’ve been working all day. I know final grades aren’t due until Monday and you’ll have the rest of the weekend to finish them. You need to take some time for yourself.”

“But I am volunteering tomorrow morning and I won’t have time,” she frets. 

“Nope. No excuses. I’ve already ordered dinner and you’ve got about...” I check my watch and give her a time limit. “Thirty minutes.”

“Okay, I got it Winchester,” she relents, pushing her glasses back up her nose. 

“I’ll be back and you better have this all wrapped up,” I warn her, pointing my finger at her papers. 

“Whatever, loser,” she giggles. 

“You’re a loser, loser,” I groan, but she laughs again at my terrible comebacks. 

~*~

“I have dinner!” I announce, arriving back at Y/N’s home, shaking the water out of my hair. “It’s really coming down out there.” 

“I picked a movie,” she grins, grabbing the bags of takeout as I toe off my boots. “Beef and broccoli? Wontons?”

“I know what my girl likes. Lemme guess, Miss Congeniality?” I roll my eyes, but I secretly adore her love of quirky romantic comedies. 

“You love it,” she giggles, pulling two plates from the cupboard. 

“I love you, so I tolerate it,” I retort, not realizing the weight of the words that leave my mouth before I can stop them. I’m not one for words, not normally, but Y/N has always had that effect on me.

“What did you say?” she stares at me, a wonton halfway to her mouth. 

“Can we just eat, please? I’m starving,” I try to steer clear of that particular topic and focus on more important matters than my foot-in-mouth disease. 

“This isn’t over, Dean,” she replies, letting it go, at least for now. 

We carry our plates to the family room, the movie paused on the television. Y/N sits down on the couch and hit play, I sit at the other end, further from her than usual. Normally movie nights were filled with commentary and laughing with our mouths full. But tonight, we eat in a not so comfortable silence, Sandra Bullock’s snort the only laughing in the room. 

I can’t take it anymore and get up, clearing our plates. I drop them unceremoniously in the sink and grab a beer from the fridge, twisting the top off and chugging half the bottle. The ironic part is, she doesn’t even drink, but keeps it on hand for me. 

“Dean?” Y/N sounds timid, watching me from the doorway. “You okay?” 

“I don’t know,” I mumble, finishing off the beer. 

“You want to talk about it? She asks quietly, taking a few steps towards me. 

I swallow the lump in my throat. All the words are there, but I don’t know if I can let them out. “I don’t know.” 

“Well, how about I talk and you listen for a bit. If you feel like you want to say something, do. Okay?” I nod. “Let’s go sit down.” 

I follow her back to the sofa and we each sit. She pulls a blanket over her legs. “I think you’re scared and nervous about what you said before dinner.”

I look her in the eye but don’t say anything so she continues. 

“We’ve been friends for a long time, right? And in all that time, you’ve been the rough-around-the-edges-guy. The guy that doesn’t let anyone get too close,” Y/N pauses, thinking before she speaks again. “But with me, you’re just you. You’re a diamond in the rough, Dean, but around me, you let yourself shine.”

I let her words sink in. I don’t think I’m ready, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to tell her. But I decide it’s like hunting, I have to fight without a moment's notice. I take a deep breath and jump in feet first. 

“When I’m at home, alone, I drink to drown out the memories. The memories of the ones we couldn’t save. The memories of the monsters that just keep coming. The memories I can’t seem to push down, no matter how much I drink. When I’m down, you give me something stronger.”

I take another deep breath and meet her eyes. A calming bluish-green, like the ocean and I let her calm wash over me as I continue. 

“When I think I can’t do it anymore, when I feel beaten down and I can’t go on, you keep me going longer. When I’m feeling low, and far away from you, all I need is to be with the one I believe that’ll save me. When I’m down, when I am so broken down that I feel nothing can fix it, you carry me away from all of that. You saved me.”

It’s all out there now and there is no going back from it. I blink away the wetness, trying to steel my resolve, but it breaks when I see the tears in her eyes as well. She leans forward and I open my arms as engulfs me with her warm embrace. I let the tears fall softly into her hair and I finally feel free in her arms. 

“I love you, too. And I will always be here when you’re down,” she whispers in my ear and I hold her even tighter. We sat with our arms around each other for what could have been hours but left like minutes when she pulls away. 

“I’ve known for some time, you know. How you feel.” She casually mentions as we settle back into the couch. 

“How?” I ask, shocked that she knew but didn’t say anything. 

“Dean, a guy doesn’t just do things out of the goodness of his heart, not in my experience, anyway,” Y/N shrugs.

“Like what?” I ask, getting up from the couch and head into the kitchen. I came back a moment later and she is just staring at me. 

“Like what? Like this, Dean! You just brought me mint chocolate chip ice cream without even asking. You make me hot chocolate because you know it’s my favorite. You bring me gifts out of the blue just because you know I’ll love them,” she points out. 

“No I don’t,” I protest halfheartedly, knowing she’s right, but I’m waiting for her to prove her point. 

“Oh, no? What about the Kiss Pez dispensers you just happen to find at a flea market. And the new chew toy for Maria. And when my wireless mouse died, you bought me a new purple one,” she names one thing after another. 

“Purple is your favorite color and I knew you didn’t have those ones. They look great in your collection, by the way,” I point out with a proud smile. 

“What’s Sam’s favorite color, Dean?” she asks. 

“I don’t know, flannel?” I scoff, thrown off by the question. “Why’s it matter?”

“Because,” she draws out and snuggles closer to me on the couch with her pint of ice cream. “You do all those things because you love me. When we first met, I never would have guessed you love all that romantic shit.” 

“Hey, you can’t judge a book by it’s cover! And yeah, maybe I want all that romantic shit, but only with you,” I press a kiss to her lips, tasting the sweetness of the ice cream. “But if you tell Sam, I’ll stop buying you ice cream.” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” she gasps. 

“No, I wouldn’t,” I laugh as thunder booms overhead. “You want to finish this movie and then we can share all our hopes and dreams?” 

“Harsher punishment for parole violators, Stan.” 

“And world peace.” 

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Victim of the Sum

Summary: He may have accepted his fate, but you haven’t. You refuse to let Dean become the martyr he seems destined to be. 

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,684

Warnings: General smut and angst

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my free space square for @spnkinkbingo​! This also fulfills my fic for @saxxxology​​‘s vol. 1 writing challenge with the song “Drowning.” It slightly differs from the episode “The End” due to the addition of the reader. Also, there are two different versions of lyrics I’m finding, so I went with the ones I saw most frequently.

Hold the day Make it through, fall into the line

Safe is a relative term these days. But within the confines of your encampment you’re about as safe as you’re ever going to be. Years ago, before the Croats fucked you all royally, you would’ve headed out on a day like today, sun shining, breeze just so. Headed out to take in the world around you. A hike in the woods. A slip into the sea. Something to remind you what a big and beautiful place the world could really be. 

That’s not an option now. Walking outside the encampment alone is asking for death. 

It’s coming. That you’re sure of, but you’re making the best of the end times. With Dean by your side.

You see him step out from your cabin, all bravado and determination, just like always. Something in his eyes screams confusion, but you figure he just woke up from a much needed and deserved nap and walk over to him, placing a kiss upon his lips.

A smirk passes his lips as words form behind his eyes, but before he can say anything, he’s reaching past you, calling out to someone else. “Wait!”

The sickening crack of a gunshot - the kind you’d never get used to no matter how many you shot off a day now - startles you. You turn around to see your fallen friend and...Dean. With a gun in his hand.

After double-taking between the two a comical amount of times, you manage to speak. “Dean? Who the hell did I just kiss?”

                                                               ----

All the way To a carnival of causes and delight

The world is ending because of a zombie apocalypse. This shouldn’t surprise you. Yet it does. “So this Dean is from 2009? And Zachariah sent you?”

“What for?” Your Dean asks. “Let you see how bad things get? Newsflash, it’s a shit show.”

“I guess, something like that,” Dean 2.0 replied. Or is he 1.0?

Watching your Dean explain to his past self that Sam is gone breaks your heart, but you can tell he doesn’t truly understand the gravity of the situation. For a moment, you contemplate whether or not to enlighten past Dean that his brother isn’t dead, just enslaved to the essence of Lucifer, but you decide against it, telling the man you love that you’re going to set things up for tonight’s mission. 

“Thanks,” he says with a softness that you don’t hear too often anymore. “We’ll meet at 5 to discuss tonight’s mission.”

                                                              ----

Because we can’t become Victim of a sum

You head toward the cabin you share with Dean, nerves on edge, at five on the dot. Every muscle in your body is jumping in anticipation of tonight’s task. Kill the Devil. No biggie. Or all biggie. One of the two. 

Apparently, everyone else is eager to get this show on the road, because you’re the last to walk in. Dean is steely-eyed, his past self has his mind somewhere else - literally and figuratively - Cas is high as fuck. How did your life become a circus?

On a normal day, you’d be active in the discussion for tonight’s mission, but you can’t help but sit back and notice the stark differences between your Dean and the Dean he apparently was just five short years ago. There’s a lot on his mind, of course, but he’s lighter. There’s a hint of a jokester in there. Something you’ve never seen before. Even Cas remarks that he enjoys 2009 Dean. 

You tune back into the conversation as Dean is discussing the final logistics. Had you not woken up next to him for the past five years, had you not memorized his every idiosyncrasy, you would’ve missed the smallest muscle tick just at the top of his jawline and the way his eyes darted ever so slightly toward the others going on the mission. He’s lying about something. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” You ask, eyes boring into him.

As well as you know him, he knows you just as well. “Gimme a minute,” he says gruffly, putting off the inevitable. He knows you know something’s up and he doesn’t want to face your wrath, but you’re not giving in.

“Dean-”

He catches your eye and you motion out the door, arms cross and eyes ablaze. Reluctantly, he follows, eyes trailing all of his friends and past Dean as they file out of the cabin, ready to spend some time doing whatever they want before the risky mission ahead. “What is it, Y/N?” His voice is firm but faltering.

“You can’t lie to me, Dean. What are you planning to do?”

“Nothing,” he says, that same muscle ticking in his jaw. “We’re going after the Devil. Standard fare for us.”

You whisper, not wanting anyone else in the camp to hear what you’re accusing Dean of. Your lives may be a shitshow, but you don’t want outright mutiny. “You’re planning on using everyone else as a diversion while you go after Lucifer. You’re gonna sacrifice them - me - to the Croats, while you go after him?”

“You’re staying with me.”

“Oh, so you’ll sacrifice your friends - Cas - of all people, but I get to stay behind? This isn’t you!” Your voice is getting louder, but Dean grabs your hand and pulls you back toward the cabin you share before anyone can hear your disbelief. 

Before he can stop himself, it’s out, and he regrets it. “How would you know?”

“I wouldn’t-” you say sadly. “But this morning your past self walked into my life and I see the man you were. Just five years ago...” The tears crest in your eyes, falling gently down both cheeks. “He wouldn’t have sacrificed Cas for anything. He wouldn’t sacrifice innocents for anything. Not even this. And you’re barely blinking at the thought. Please,” you beg. “Don’t do this.”

“What is our option?” He asks. “How do we stop the Devil?”

“We don’t.”

“What? Not an option, Y/N.”

“Yes it is. Either we all go up against him and lose or we don’t and we pray that your past self being here now throws a wrench in whatever plan hell and heaven have.” You pull him toward you by his shirt, marred with tears, sweat and the blood of every Croat in a 50-mile radius, and press your head against him. “Dean, what do you think are your chances of coming out of this mission alive? Be honest with me.”

“I’m not a super genius so I can’t give you a percent, but the likelihood any of us come back alive is slim.”

“Exactly, and if you do this...this plan that you have, and you die, you die a man that you aren’t. A man that lost his heart and soul in a fight that should’ve never been placed on his shoulders. I’m begging you, please...don’t die that man.”

For all we know And all we've shown Crazy our survival To keep from drowning

He wraps his arms around you, hand cradling the back of your head, and sigh in relief, some of that tenderness returning in his grasp. “Okay,” he says softly. “We’ll hope that past me makes some different choices.”

It’s a featherlight whisper, but it stems the tide of tears, and the pads of his thumbs wipe the rest away. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I know. I love you, too. That’s why I can’t have you die someone that you’re not.” 

His hands grasp the sides of your face as he lowers his lips to yours, just a graze at first, that leads to something much more desperate. Hands search for fabric that needs little help in fraying, material flying across the cabin and into the walls. You arch your body into his, taking in the heat of his skin, the neediness in his touch. You feel the strength of his grasp, the pulse of his fingertips. 

As he backs you toward the bed, you pull him in for a deeper kiss, but nothing will be deep enough. His glides his tongue over yours and lays you down gently, crawling up your legs and placing whispers of kisses on every inch of your skin. When his breath floats over your pussy, you whimper, gasping when his tongue hits your skin. “Dean, please.”

Grasping your legs with both arms, he pulls you closer, devouring your slick as you come undone on his tongue. “Dean, I need you. Fuck me...please.”

He reaches behind you and hikes one leg up and around his waist, fingers brushing against your arousal as he teases your pussy with the head of cock. 

When he slides home, you both cry out softly, yours disappearing on a whisper while his rumbles against your throat. He uses his legs to spread yours wider, thrusting deftly into your tight heat, a litany of curse words falling from his lips as your pussy constricts around him. “Oh, fuck, Dean, more.” He picks up the pace and brings you over the edge, following closely behind and holding you closer than he ever has before while you ride out the waves. 

He collapses against you, nuzzling your neck and basking in the moment. But it doesn’t last long. His body goes tense. “If past me makes different decisions, we’ll never meet...” He says, the realization just dawning on him.

“I know,” you reply. “But I’d rather you stay the man you are in your heart than lose that to keep me.”

“You’re more than I deserve.”

“You deserve more than you believe, Dean Winchester.”

Smiling against your neck, he tells you to sleep. You’ll need every bit of strength you have in the coming hours as you take on this fight together. 

Oh, we pray (To keep from drowning) To make it through the night

When you awake later, the sun is beginning to peek through the clouds and the bed is cold beside you. Reaching out, you hear the crinkle of paper, tears threatening to tear you apart before you even read his words. 

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May Be Home, Chapter 1  Word count this chapter: 2100 Also for @saxxxology Vol 1 Writing Challenge Characters: au rockstar!Dean Winchester x OFC Sasha Song: Sounds of Someday, Radio Company Music

Tags: 18+, sex, smut, lots and lots of m/f sex in different ways (fingering, oral, penetrative) in different places (bed, table, car, shower), no condoms ever, enthusiastic consent, Daddy kink, language, lots of alcohol, sexy eating, etc

The business card in Sasha’s hand was black, made of heavy paper, embossed with black lettering that was only visible when she tilted it a certain way in the light.

Dean Winchester, it said on one side.

On the other side was a phone number with the words “serious inquiries only” below it.

Sasha flipped the card in her fingers over and over. She didn’t know what would happen if she called the number, and part of her was afraid to find out.

But if there was one thing that Sasha was serious about, it was the blues singer Dean Winchester.

He had burst onto the music scene barely a year ago. The story was that in his late 30′s he got tired of unfulfilled dreams, quit his job as a bartender, and started making music. His first album barely registered, but he did get a gig opening for Colter Wall. Before the tour was over, fans were buying tickets to see Dean, not Colter. His second album was a huge hit, and he rode the success to his own tour. 

What was it about Dean Winchester that drove the fans wild? His voice, for starters. He had a surprisingly broad vocal range, able to soar and scream and growl all in one song. His sweet spot, though, was those deep notes that drove the blues along. 

Everyone who heard his music, whether they liked him or not, was impressed with his raw talent. But more than talent, Dean Winchester possessed a magnetism that women and men alike found irresistible. 

It could’ve been anything - his handsome, chiseled face, sprinkled with golden stubble; his thick hair, toasted almond shot with gold, artfully mussed as if he had just rolled out of bed; his strong arms and the way they flexed when he played the guitar; his long legs and round ass and the way he rocked his hips that made everyone in sight think of filthy things. Or maybe it was his mouth, his pouty full lips that were almost obscene on a man, and the way he seemed to kiss the audience when he sang. No one knew exactly what his secret was. 

Certainly, Sasha didn’t know. All she knew was that the first time she saw a video of him singing, she fell in love. 

Something about Dean was different from anyone she had ever seen. It wasn’t just his talent or his gorgeous face. There was an openness to his songs, a vulnerability in his performance.

When Dean sang, his music moved Sasha in a way she couldn’t even begin to describe, reaching all the way into her soul. His voice carried such a longing that she ached to hear it.

That desire drew her in, made her feel close to him.  She dreamed, secretly, of being the woman who could satisfy him. She imagined that their hearts could find a home together.

There was nothing, no one she longed for the way she longed for Dean Winchester.

When she found out that Dean would be headlining the Bourbon & Blues Festival in August in her city, Sasha knew she had to be there. It was her dream to see him perform live, to maybe even meet him. 

She picked up extra shifts at the restaurant and saved money by trading Starbucks for coffee she made at home. Her coworkers teased her about the money she was saving to see Dean.

Just days before the event, she had scraped together enough money to buy a backstage pass. She had never spent this much money on a concert ticket before. Then again, she had never loved a singer like she loved Dean Winchester. 

The night of the concert, Sasha dressed carefully. She wore dark wash skinny jeans and a plaid shirt over a vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. She took a long time applying smokey eye make-up that she knew made her dark eyes look gorgeous, and teased her dark curls into thick waves. She finished the look with heeled boots and plenty of jewelry.

Dean Winchester’s concert was the most amazing experience of Sasha’s life. From the moment he strode on stage on long bowlegs, wearing his usual double denim and bandanna around his neck, the air felt electric. 

Then he leaned into the microphone and launched into a song. Sasha felt goosebumps sweep over her body. Watching concert videos was nothing like seeing him perform live. In-person, he radiated an irresistible sex appeal. The longing she felt for him, from him, was almost unbearable.

She was caught up in the moment, in the music, in the animal magnetism that was Dean. By the time he called out the last notes to the last song, she was sweaty from dancing and flushed with desire. She cooled down a little backstage as she waited for her turn for an autograph and photo op. She was surrounded by fans, women and men alike who loved Dean at least as much as she did, if not more. It was a heady atmosphere. 

Finally, Sasha got to the table where Dean was standing. He was swaying a little, drunk on bourbon or adrenaline or both. He was sweaty and had loosened his bandanna around his neck. Up close, she was blown away by how gorgeous he was and how much she wanted him.

Photos were inadequate to capture his raw appeal. He signed her records and then drew her in with one strong arm for their photo op. Instead of looking at the camera, though, Dean looked at her. His eyes raked up and down her curvy body appreciatively. 

“Well,” he drawled after a moment. “Aren’t you a sweetheart? I like a girl who likes Zeppelin.”

Sasha flashed a bright smile as she felt herself blush. Was Dean really looking at her, talking to her this way? She pressed against him just a little bit closer than was appropriate for a photo with a stranger. In return, Dean slid his hand down over the curve of her ass. 

That was the moment the photographer snapped, the two of them gazing at one another with undisguised desire. 

After a few moments, one of Dean’s handlers appeared and pulled Sasha away. After all, there were many people waiting to spend a few seconds with him. 

On the sidelines, Sasha took a moment, trying to get her heart to stop racing. She had actually met Dean! And she thought for just a moment, when his luminous green eyes locked on hers, that she had seen longing reflected back. Her knees were shaking.

Someone approached, a tiny redheaded woman in a business suit who looked entirely out of place on the backstage of a blues concert. 

Without saying a single word, she handed Sasha a card - the card that she now held in her hand.

It had been three days since then. Three days of reliving that night over and over in her mind, remembering what it was like to be in the audience as Dean sang and feeling like he was singing just to her. Three days of recalling his hand on her ass and his hot longing gaze, the picture that captured a moment of him wanting her as much as she wanted him.

If she wasn’t serious about loving Dean Winchester,  what would she ever be serious about? 

Sasha picked up her cell phone one more time, but this time she dialed the number. She didn’t know what to expect. She didn’t really think Dean would answer the phone himself, but she had to admit, she was a bit disappointed when she heard instead a woman’s voice.

“I’m Rowena MacLeod, Dean Winchester’s personal manager,” the woman said in a lilting Scottish accent. “If you’re calling this number, it’s because you got one of Dean’s cards.” Sasha’s voice trembled as she answered, “Yes.”

The woman spoke in a quick and professional tone. "Mr. Winchester is not a rock star,” Rowena explained. “He doesn’t pick up groupies. After all, he has an image to protect. However, once in a while, he likes to have a weekend away. He prefers to enjoy this weekend in the company of beautiful women. Would you like to join him?” Whatever Sasha had thought she was expecting, it wasn’t this. She was speechless.

Rowena continued. “Of course I don’t mean just you and Dean. Usually, his brother joins him, sometimes a friend. You would be one of a number of women there.”

Sasha still couldn’t find the words to respond. 

“This number was for serious inquiries only. Are you in or not?”

Of course she was in! For Dean, anything. The only word she said was, “Yes." 

Rowena then told Sasha to expect a package, priority mail. When it came, it looked much less like a good time and much more like a legal contract. She had to get a physical, including STD testing, provide proof she was on birth control, and agree not to make any drastic changes to her appearance. She also signed a very strict non-disclosure agreement. 

She didn’t care what she had to do. Whatever it took, it would be worth it for a weekend with Dean Winchester. She just wanted to get near him again.

It was September before Sasha got a call from that number. She answered and recognized the unmistakable voice of Dean Winchester’s manager.

"Are you available next weekend?” she asked.

Sasha answered that she was. 

She could hardly believe this was happening, could hardly comprehend that her wildest dreams of seeing Dean again were coming true. 

Rowena gave her the address of a hotel in a city about an hour away.

When Friday came, Sasha drove to the hotel and checked into the room. On the king-sized bed was an envelope with her name on it. She opened it to see a single page with typed instructions to meet Rowena at a certain room at a certain time. 

She unpacked her overnight bag and showered, changing from her work clothes into jeans and a t-shirt. 

When the time came, she joined a number of other girls to meet Rowena and Dean’s brother, Sam. She quickly realized that this was a business meeting. 

Rowena and Sam laid out the rules: that every girl was there entirely for Dean’s enjoyment. They were to expect a call anywhere from 10 am to 2 am, and would be expected to show up looking clean and made up. They could order room service as much as they wanted, but they were not to drink alcohol unless Dean gave them a drink. Every one of the girls agreed to these conditions. It was quickly apparent that a couple of them had done this before. 

As Sasha looked around, she began to wonder what she was doing there. The other girls looked like they had been made from the same mold: trim, athletic blondes with cute faces.

Sasha knew what she looked like. She thought of herself as striking, rather than cute. She had dark hair and eyes, wide cheekbones and full cheeks. She was average size but generously endowed, with full breasts, wide hips, and a soft belly. She knew there were certain men who found her attractive, but looking around, she began to wonder if Dean Winchester was one of them. 

After the meeting broke up, Sasha returned to her room and waited. She put on makeup and turned on the TV in the background, too nervous and excited to really watch anything.

Darkness fell and the phone never rang. Sasha started to wonder if this whole thing had been a mistake. It was silly of her to think that Dean Winchester, the singer, the man of her dreams, had any interest in her. 

She changed from jeans into pajamas and ordered loaded fries from room service. If nothing else, she could enjoy a few free meals while she was here. 

No sooner had she gotten her food than the phone rang. She picked it up and heard, on the other end, that unmistakable voice - Dean’s voice. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” his tone was relaxed and inviting. “Want to come on down?“ 

Her heart was beating so hard that she could barely answer, but she managed to stammer out a yes. 

She quickly dressed again, touched up her makeup and ran a comb through her dark waves before heading down the hall. She passed one of the other girls coming back down the hall. She looked disheveled but satisfied. 

She smirked at Sasha. "I hope you’re ready for Dean,” she said. “He’s ready for you.”

Sasha’s heart raced at the thought. She was as ready as she could possibly be.

Sasha stood outside Dean’s door, knees shaking with nervous anticipation. She longed for him, body and soul, and wanted him to want her just as much. She had no idea if he did, if he even really remembered her.

This was a wild fantasy somehow unfolding in front of her. She would never make her dreams come true if she didn’t take this chance.

Sasha lifted her hand and knocked. ... Keep Reading - Chapter 2 …

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Remedy

Pairing - Jared x Reader

Tags - Slight angst, FLUFFFFFF, language, and I think that’s it.

Word Count -  2,664

Beta - @winecatsandpizza​

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

The Song I Chose - Off My Mind by Radio Company

Written for - @saxxxology​’s Vol 1 Writing Challenge

A/N - So, I couldn’t find much about Jared’s sister. I don’t think she’s married, but just so y’all know I made up Trent, Max, and Macee. Also, there may be a part 2 to this. It’s my first Jared fic, and I’m not sure I write him well. At any rate, I hope y’all enjoy it, and I especially hope you like this Saxxy. I really tried to make this good. :) 

To say you’d become a failure to your parents was an understatement. 

From the moment you dropped out of college to pursue your real dream, they’d cut all ties with you. Honestly, it didn’t come as a surprise considering all they seemed to care about was what they wanted you to succeed in. If it didn’t benefit them, then they weren’t interested.

Finally realizing their true intentions was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You packed what little belongings you had and left for Texas, leaving your home-town in Ohio behind in the rearview mirror. The beat-to-hell car you inherited lasted you until the outskirts of Dallas, so you decided to hole up in a hotel with the last bit of savings you had. 

After checking in and grabbing some snacks from the vending machine in the lobby, you headed to your room and splayed out on the bed. You scrolled through local jobs as you munched on a Snickers bar. Nothing really jumped out at you, but this wasn’t a time in your life where it was rational to be picky. If you were going to pursue becoming a singer, then you needed some cash to get you started. 

Nothing really piqued your interest around Dallas, so you decided to span your search further. After an hour of sifting through different job opportunities, you finally came across one that caught your eye. 

Full-Time Nanny in Avery Ranch Start Date: Mid-January 2020 Children ages: 5 and 2 months Hours/Rate: M-F 7:30am-5pm - $18/hr Serious Inquiries Only: [phone]

Other than singing, babysitting your sister’s kids was something else you thoroughly enjoyed. Her husband had cheated on her, and they divorced soon after so you became a constant in their lives. Not that you weren’t before, but since you were a full-time student at the time you often watched them during your off time. 

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you called the number and waited. By the third ring, you were starting to get discouraged but then a woman’s cheerful voice answered. 

“Hello?” 

Talking on the phone was never a strong suit of yours. Especially not knowing who was on the other end, it always gave you anxiety. Taking a deep breath, you stammered out a response. 

“Um, h-hi. My name’s Y/N and I saw your add about the Nanny position. I’d like to apply if it’s still available.” 

You heard the woman clear her throat and some rustling before she came back on the line. 

“Hi, Y/N! My name's Megan. Yes, the position is still available! Can you come over tomorrow at noon? My husband and I would like to meet over coffee to get to know you a bit better before we introduce you to the children.” 

Well, you weren’t expecting that, but the desperate situation you were in won over the butterflies fluttering against your abdomen. 

“Y-Yeah! I can do that!” 

The warmth in the woman’s response was evident and it eased any doubts you had bouncing around in your head. 

“Great! We’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. I’ll text you the address and feel free to wear something comfortable. Lord knows with two kids I won't be wearing my best dress."

You bid her goodbye and sighed into your pillow. Despite uprooting your life merely a day ago, things were starting to come together, and for once, you couldn't be happier. 

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Jared sighed as he walked through the airport. Another season of Supernatural wrapped and he was finally on his home turf again. The familiarity of the Texas air nipped his bare skin as he headed for the awaiting taxi. Tonight, he'd rest up and then tomorrow he'd go and see his siblings. 

The ride to his studio apartment was short, but it allowed him to send a few texts and emails anyway. He tipped the cab driver generously and took the elevator up to his floor. 

His apartment wasn't much, but it was enough for him. The entry area was small, bearing a hook on the wall to hang his keys, a closet for his coat and shoes, and a couple of light switches. Just off to the left was the living room. He had a black leather sectional and a nice entertainment center where he could watch the latest Cowboys game comfortably. The kitchen wasn't enormous, but he didn't need it to be. It had everything he needed and all the appliances were new enough. His bedroom was just the way he left it, his king-size bed unmade and his laundry in the basket by the bathroom door. 

Jared tossed his suitcase on the bed and padded to the kitchen for a beer. He'd start laundry tomorrow. It wasn't like he had anyone to impress or anything. Ever since Supernatural gained its popularity, he'd shied away from serious relationships because he barely had time for himself let alone a significant other. Settling into the couch, he flipped through the channels before stopping on the movie Die Hard, one of his favorite Christmas movies. Before he knew it, he'd dozed off, his hard work and jet lag finally catching up to him.

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You groaned and shut off your alarm. How was it already 6 AM? Forcing yourself to emerge from your warm blanket cocoon, you padded to the bathroom praying a hot shower would wake you up. Mornings were far from your favorite thing, and if you were going to meet with your potential employer then you needed to be somewhat presentable. 

Once you were dressed and had some sustenance, you wore a simple pair of jeans and a comfortable top. Your hair fell neatly at your shoulders and once you applied a small amount of makeup, you looked less like a zombie than you imagined. Remembering to grab your card key, you slid on your flats and headed to the address that Megan had texted you. 

The drive was nearly three hours, but you didn't mind. It allowed you to decompress and listen to your favorite Spotify playlist. Luckily, the rental car you managed to get had Bluetooth, otherwise you'd have to deal with the local stations. 

Finally, you pulled into the driveway and allowed yourself to take a few deep breaths. The house was pretty big, two-story with a two-car garage. The yard was well kept and you could see the faint outlines of playground equipment down the street. Overall, it looked to be a nice, quiet neighborhood. 

Crisp air fanned your face as you walked to the front door. A couple knocks later you were face to face with a sweet-looking young woman. She smiled warmly at you before inviting you inside. 

"Hi! You must be Y/N. It's so good to meet you." 

Smiling back at her, you shook her hand and then noticed a taller figure walk up behind her. He nodded at you and wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist. 

“I’m her husband, Trent. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.”

You followed them inside and gasped as they led you into what had to be their living room. Your eyes wandered and marveled at how cozy and elegant everything looked. Not that it mattered to you, but you couldn’t help but think this couple had a lot of money. 

“You have a beautiful home, Mr. and Mrs. …” 

It only just hit you that you didn’t know their last name. Megan brought you a cup of some wonderful smelling coffee and sat down on the love seat across from you. 

“Stevenson. Our last name is Stevenson. Thank you for your kind words. We moved here a little over a year ago so I could be closer to my niece.” 

You nodded and moaned happily at the taste of the coffee. This was one of the many things you enjoyed in life, a nice hot cup of coffee.

“Oh, does your family live close? That’s always nice, having family that lives close by. I used to watch my older sister’s kids all the time while she worked. They’re in school full-time now, so that’s why I decided to move here to hopefully pursue my dream.” 

It amazed you that you felt this comfortable around the Stevenson’s so quickly. Normally, your anxiety would get the better of you and it’d be like pulling teeth to get you to share personal things about your life. Megan nodded and scooted over to allow room for Trent to sit by her. 

“Yes, one of my older brother’s lives about fifteen minutes from here. He’s not home often though due to his job. He’s an actor and really only gets time off during the summer and the holidays. My other older brother lives about forty-five minutes from here. He’s an Orthopedic surgeon.” 

“Wow.” You breathed. “That’s really awesome! I have always wanted to be a singer, but my love of kids made me want to wait a little longer to try and become successful at it. I probably would have had kids of my own by now if I was fortunate in the relationship department. I seem to always find the ones who are either already married or live in their Mom’s basement.” The three of you shared a laugh and you watched as Trent scrolled through his phone. 

“This is our son, Max. He just turned five about a month ago, and in his lap is our two-month-old daughter Macee.”

You looked at them both in awe. “They’re beautiful! Max sure looks like he loves Macee a lot.” Just as you handed Trent his phone back, a small voice sounded from the foot of the stairs. 

“Mommy? I can’t sweep…”

The three of you looked to see little Max standing with his teddy bear and rubbing his eyes. Megan opened her arms and set him on her lap, pressing her lips to his forehead. 

“Hey, baby. You can sit with Mommy while we talk to miss Y/N.”

Your ears perked up at her words. Was she giving you the job? Both her and Trent shared a look and you could tell they were having a wordless conversation. Finally, Megan turned and gave you an excited smile. 

“Y/N, if you’re up for it, Trent and I would love to have you as our Nanny. You seem very attentive and dependable. We have a spare room that you can stay in for the time being, and you’ll have your own bathroom.” 

“Thank you both so much! I can’t wait to work with you and get to know your adorable children. When would you like me to start?”

Megan gave you a folder with a few papers in it to go over. 

“These are just a few more things about us and the kids that I want you to know. You can bring your things over tomorrow night and then on Monday you can start.”

You bid Trent and Megan goodbye and headed back to your hotel. It was as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You’d only been here a short time and you had a place to stay and a job. Now all you needed to get was a car and you’d better off than you were before you started your journey. 

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The sound of his phone’s text tone woke Jared from his slumber. He typed a quick response to his sister and stretched his tired muscles. After taking a quick shower and getting dressed he grabbed his wallet and keys before heading out the door. 

His sister said to be at her house in a couple of hours, but he didn’t see the harm in getting there early. It would give him time to play with Max and Macee for a little while. The drive there wasn’t very long, and soon he was walking up the sidewalk to their front door. 

He let himself in and could saw his sister in the back yard playing with the kids. Before he could head through the house out the back door, something caught his attention. A sweet melodic voice flowed through the upstairs hallway that made his heartbeat quicken. He moved so he could see better and caught sight of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She had long brown hair that waved a bit at the ends, was probably about five foot one, and her voice was mesmerizing. 

He watched as she cleaned the kids’ playroom, her hips shimmying to the music she was listening to. It was then that he recognized the song she was singing. It was one of the songs from Jensen’s new album! Standing in the foyer, he let himself listen to you a bit longer.

Oh, and how do I get you off my mind

With you back in my bed

How do I get you off my mind

Can’t have you living in my head

You can only stay awake so long

While deciding what is true

I lean in for a kiss upon your shoulder

Realize it wouldn’t do, not with you

So, how do I get you off my mind

With you back in my bed

How do I get you off my mind

Can’t have you living in my head

Unbeknownst to him, his sister was watching him watch her, the biggest smirk on her face knowing that you had caught her brother’s eye. 

“Her name’s Y/N, and she’s Trent and I’s nanny.”

Jared whirled around to meet his sister’s knowing gaze. He knew he’d been caught staring and was sure he was blushing furiously. 

“That’s ah… I’m uh… glad you found someone suitable for the kids, Meg. I bet she’s great.”

“Uh-huh… I haven’t seen you look at someone like that since… well, since ever really. You like her.”

“What?! That’s… I mean… I don’t even know her. I just… her singing was um… really good!”

By now, you had finished cleaning the playroom and was prepared to relieve Megan so she could go out with her family. You heard her talking to someone and you assumed it was Trent. 

“Hey, Megan! I finished cleaning the pla-” 

Your words were caught in your throat as you looked down into the foyer. There, standing mere feet from you was your celebrity crush since you saw him on Gilmore Girls. Jared Padalecki. It took only a moment for things to click in your brain and you deduced that he and Megan were siblings. 

“Y/N, this is one of my older brother’s Jared, Jared this is Y/N.” 

“H-Hi…” You squeaked. He gave you a boyish grin and you forgot how to breathe. “I’m uh… just going to get a few things from my room…” 

Once you were behind the closed door, you let out a shaky breath. How in the fuck did you manage to get a job at Jared Padalecki’s sister’s house?! Taking a deep breath you grabbed the Tonka set you bought Max and headed downstairs to the great room to play with him and Macee. Jared was in the kitchen with Megan, and you were lucky enough to be immensely distracted by Max to hear what they were saying. 

“I’m telling you Jare, you should ask her out! I give her weekends off, and I don’t think she knows anyone here but us. I think it would be nice to show her around.”

Jared rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t know Megan… I just met he-”

“Oh cut the crap, Jared. You can make all the excuses you want, but you and I both know you like her. C’mon! Take a chance! She’s cute and you’re single. If you keep waiting around for the right person, then who knows how long you’ll be waiting?”

Jared contemplated his sister’s words as he eyed you through the kitchen. Who was he kidding? Megan was right. He sighed and swallowed thickly as he headed into the Great room. 

“Here goes nothing…”

#saxxxology vol 1 writing challenge #jared padalecki x reader #jared x reader #'pala writes

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A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Trouble Lacroix (OFC)

WC:3536

Warnings: 18 + only: kissing, humping M/F, intercourse, cursing, mention of addiction, angst

A/N: For @saxxxology #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

I was originally to post this on Dec 31, 2019 but lost my internet for several days. I apologize for the delay- Country living and winter in the South don’t mix.

SONG PROMPT: Off My Mind-my favorite on the album

A/N: Set season 14 during Dean Winchester's possession by Apocalypse World’s Micheal. Timeline extended and some events altered from series. I borrowed title from song lyrics.

*no beta- all mistakes are mine.

*GIF not mine

The sound of the bunker door closing reverberates through the room. Several of the hunters around the map table stop what they're doing to watch an unusually tall Omega with long, smoky pink hair braided in a loose plait and wearing hunters garb descending the metal staircase halting at the bottom.

Sam Winchester’s sitting at the far end of the table alternating between his phone receiving updates from hunters out in the field and the laptop looking for clues in the search for Dean while strategizing with Mary and Bobby their next move froze disbelieving his eyes.

“Sammy,” the Omega hesitantly says, her lightly accented voice startles him out of his stupor.

Batten down the hatches Sammy boy, Trouble just done walked back into my life… Dean used those exact words years ago introducing him to this Omega, never knowing how true they would turn out to be.

But not for him.

Sam's eyes shift into a fiery glow as his inner Alphas outrage surfaces at this imposter trying to pass itself as his long gone Omega.

“What fucking game are you playing at?” Sam gets up growling, stalking towards her pulling his demon blade.

“Sam wait!” Mary hollers at her youngest son knowing all too well the damage Sam can inflict under normal circumstances but in the state of extreme stress he’s currently under she doesn’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.

The Apocalypse World hunters glance at each other perplexed having never seen an enraged Alpha unsure what they should do.

After their arrival to this reality Sam gave them a crash course on life here, including the multiple genders of humans, Alpha/Beta/Omega, their confusing hierarchies and how they relate to each other. The Alpha/Omega intricacies and nuances were still hard for them to comprehend since all of them were Betas.

The Omega cast her eyes down in deference to the large Alpha. “I'm here abo...” she doesn't finish speaking as he wraps his hand around her throat, slamming her back against a support column. She seizes his wrist as her eyes snap up meeting his glaring back before tilting her head as far as she can to the right exposing more of her throat.

Sam cautiously leans in, running his nose along her neck. The unique scent of winter, perceptible only to the Alpha under the scent blockers she’s used triggers memories he’s diligently repressed to keep this Omega off his mind come flooding back. The blade clatters loudly on the floor in the now silent room.

Wrapping his arms around her nuzzling into the curve of her neck he sucks on that spot he knows drives her crazy. Biting her lip she tangles her fingers in his long hair drawing him back up, running her tongue over his lips seeking entrance that he grants swirling his tongue around hers.

Someone's wolf whistling snaps them out of acting couple newly presented teens caught by their parents being very naughty.

“Hmm, not sorry,”  she whispers nibbling on Sam’s ear making him quiver.

“Behave,” Sam mutters back taking a deep breath and subtlety adjusting himself before turning around to deal with everyone's reactions, not really ready to answer the inevitable questions.

Scenting his anxiety she twines their hands together offering a reassuring squeeze.

They’ve drawn quite a large audience from the library and adjoining hallways. People are elbowing each other grinning, whispering among themselves about their Chiefs and strange woman's reactions to each other then necking in front of everyone.

Mary stands there, arms crossed with the patented mom’s not amused look.

Sam huffs out an embarrassed laugh. “Everyone this is Trouble Lacroix, she’s my...she's an old friend.”

“I’m just an old friend after everything I went through for you?” Trouble snaps and Sam growls a warning at her tone but fuck it, she was right.

When Dean introduced them they were both junkies. Sam drugs of choice were demon blood and the power it gave him. Trouble’s was whatever made her forget her hunter fathers dominance over her as an Omega.

By the time they both got clean Sam found he could love again and she had learned to trust the Alpha in him wouldn't hurt her like others had. Sam swore during his next rut he would claim her as his Omega.

A week before he said yes to Lucifer and the subsequent showdown at Stull Cemetery he went into rut.

At their secret rendezvous, an old hunters cabin in Arkansas with his rut over Sam hadn’t claimed her, saying he couldn’t damn her, that this was his last chance to, unlike Jess, save her from certain death.

Trouble stood at the cabins window overlooking a small lake silently crying, unable to respond. The Alpha scented her sadness wanted nothing more than to comfort his Omega but all he could do was to kiss her shoulder, as he’d always done before leaving that last time.

Almost a decade later Sam can see the damage his refusals done in her sorrowful eyes.

“You kiss all your old friends like that?” Bobby quipped sarcastically eliciting a few laughs and breaking some of the tension.

“You look like Bobby Singer but you...resonate all wrong,” Trouble remarks as her light colored eyes surveys the others in the room finally coming to rest on Jack. “A Nephilim without Grace?”

“Yes, he is,” Mary answers crossing over to stand next to Jack, “how can you know that?”

Trouble shrugs “I’ve always been able to perceive things that are outside the normal spectrum.”

“You can what?” Maggie asks confused.

“The Omega can see that you’re out of tune with this reality,” Castiel states tipping his head to the side studying her, “she also possess other abilities.”

“I don’t need them to see your a dick.”

“Trouble,” Sam warns knowing she’d picked that up from Dean.

“Sorry, Angel of the Lord.” She half ass apologizes.

“And you suddenly show up here out of nowhere because?” Mary tersely inquires in her Alpha voice. Sam bristles unhappy that another Alpha, even his own mother, thinks they can question the Omega.

Releasing Sam’s hand she steps closer to Mary taking the same stance staring her straight in the eye. “I’ve seen Dean.”

Trouble tells them everything about her encounter with Dean in Nova Scotia, where she’s been the last two months.

They question is why he let her live when he’s killed others he has had contact with, another piece in a puzzle not making sense.

Sam asks her to stay but she turns him down, telling him it's safer for her to keep moving. He counters what better place is there for protection than in the heavily warded bunker?

She reluctantly agrees but only until Dean returns.

Mary makes it vehemently clear it’s problematic having an unclaimed Omega stay.

Sam reminds his mother that he is a mature Alpha, been making his own decisions without her input his whole life and with the daily suppressants he’s taken for years can control his instincts.

That got Mary’s back up, ready to argue with her youngest son, reminding him the Omegas already made the unmated Alpha act out. Bobby pulls her to the side and somehow he convinces her that the Omegas will be an assist in finding Dean. She doesn’t like but relents. Trouble is to stay in Dean's room, his Beta scent will help cover hers more to mollify Sam and a physical space between them for Mary.

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Sam's frustrations over having not found Dean yet and his personal anxieties were intermittently fluctuating. The stresses he’s under, hardly eating, barely sleeping a couple hours a day while keeping track of people out on cases and  figuring out how to help Jack adapt to not having his powers. Then there’s Nick, the mere mention of his name makes Sam shudder, let alone the traumatic physical and emotional memories dredged up by their face to face interactions.

Thankfully, there hadn’t been any real drama between Mary and Trouble. They’ve avoided each other as much as possible in the bunker.

It was really late or early, depending on how one looked at it, and Sam was still setting in the quiet library, waiting for the last couple of hunters to check in. “Sam, you’ve been here for hours, go to bed.” Trouble softly remarks as she walks up behind him gently running her fingers through his hair.

Sam closes his eyes enjoying her touch. “Just waiting on Maggie and Sharon to check in then I'll go.”

She snorts snagging his phone when it sounds, “Who you lying to? OK, their at the one star for the night, everyone's accounted for.” Sam reaches for his phone and she dodges typing before handing it back and walking off.

“Cas is what...the hell that’s happening!” Sam gets up going after her.

“Bobby’s idea so go bitch to him mister ‘cause technically your off duty for the next twenty-four hours.” Trouble says unintimidated with him following her fuming, “Your exhausted Sam, you need a break so quit fighting and let us help.”

She stops at the shower-room door. “First, go bathe, you reek Alpha, then meet me in your room.” Sam goes from pissed off to aroused in three seconds. Trouble scents him, “Yeah right, it’s Netflix and chill...” She remarks them gives him a mischievous grin sashaying off.

Sam had been making courting overtures towards her, even though they were on a time limit, hoping he'd be awake long enough to make the most of this opportunity.

After the much needed shower Sam heads to his room in nothing but a low slung towel tosses it with his clothes into the dirty laundry hamper. Trouble came in carrying a tray of food locking the door behind her stops, inhaling sharply at the view of a completely naked Sam. He shivers as her eyes rove over him.

Sam’s not as bulked up as he was a decade ago, a leaner version still possessing a well defined upper body leading down to his flat stomach, the sharp v of his hips and those long legs. And between those legs...Swallowing hard and flushed Trouble moves setting the tray down on his bedside table as he hastily pulls on sweats and a grey t-shirt.

“Your three episodes behind in that series, figured you might want to watch it.” Trouble says grabbing his laptop and crawling onto his bed pulling up what he had been watching. “Have you seen it?” He asks sitting next to her.

“No, first your gonna eat,’ she gestures towards the tray with tomato rice soup, crackers and fruit, “then you can catch me up.”

By episode three Sam had eaten everything on the tray, brushed his teeth and was sacked out. Trouble shut the laptop down and placed it on the desk.

Turning out all the lights but a bedside one she slips back in next to Sam picking up the book she brought from the library. She’d been reading for awhile when Sam rolls over in his sleep, one leg landing between hers, arm draped across her waist and his head on her shoulder nuzzling into her neck murmuring, “back in my bed.”

As consciousness slowly filtered through the haze of extended sleep two things simultaneously get Sam’s attention, the cool scent of the Omega he’s spooning and his morning wood trapped between them.

“Must’a been a good dream,” Trouble yawns rolling onto her stomach, the sheet sliding down reliving her long legs and lower cheeks peeking out under her oversized T-shirt burying her head in the pillow mumbling “I was gonna leave after you fell asleep.”

Running a hand up the back of her thighs he pushes till she parts her legs far enough for him to touch her outer folds feeling how wet she already is before slipping two fingers into her tight channel. Trouble moans as he them slides deeper, making her wriggle against the mattress seeking friction against her clit. Sam crawls over wedging a knee between hers.

“Sam..we..sho..shouldn’t.”

Pulling his fingers out Sam moves straddling her legs, pinning them closed as he sits on her thighs stroking himself, using her slick as lubricant. Grasping her hips he starts rutting his cock between her ass cheeks.

Grunting, Sam shifts picks up momentum and with her under him, even like this, knows he’s not gonna last long. “Fuc..fuck Trouble..gonna cum…” Sam jerks back fisting his cock rapidly, cumming on her before falling forward and catches himself with one hand next to her, breathing hard. With his other hand Sam runs his fingers through his spending's rubbing it across her back.

Trouble pushes up onto her elbows looking back at him, “Dude, are you scent marking me?”

“Maybe.” Sam replies with a smug smile.

“So gross, Alpha.”

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Sam was beyond frustrated and feeling sick on his drive back from Atlanta. The rumored sighting of Dean end up being a bust, another one of those crazies he’s sick of wasting his time chasing. Switching off the radio that's making his headache pound harder making him wish he was home already.

Trouble, utilizing her abilities, was able to help eliminate some of bogus reports. Unfortunately, when any of them got to close, Dean disappeared.

The last time she had him, he created some kind of feedback knocking her unconscious. Cas checked her over, telling Sam she would be fine.

When she woke up Trouble tells them she’s seeing Dean doing strange experimentation on different types of monsters using Archangel Grace and it scares the hell out of her.

That was Sam’s breaking point. He stormed through the bunker in full Alpha mode from the infirmary to Deans room, packed her duffel and hauled it to his room. Even Mary knew better than to get in his way this time.

Sam couldn’t get her off his mind anymore now he had her back in his bed. She allowed him hold her whenever they slept together but wouldn’t permit anything else since that morning.

The Lebanon City Limits sign was a welcome sight. Sam was sweating, shaky and just wanting to get home.

He arrived at the bunker wondering what the hell he had caught. Mary greeted him with a hug and frowned catching his scent. Sam played it off, saying the Beta who had one too many hits of the brown acid was ill and he must have caught it.

Another hunter handed him a bowl of soup and bad news about some gypsy vamps attaching truckers. He had them set up checkpoints and sat down to hack the traffic cams. Mary gripped his arm concerned as he’s typing but he says he‘s good. She didn't believe him but doesn’t push knowing he wasn't gonna stop.

Six hours later as he left Nicks room he felt a massive surge go through him, no longer able to ignore what was wrong and it was his own damn fault.

Sam had forgotten his suppressants and for the first time in years was going into rut. He made it to the end of the hall before passing out.

**********

Cas had been by his friends bedside since Sam was found unconscious in one of the hallways days ago. He had been able to temporarily bring Sam's fever down and gave him sedatives to help him rest but with his age not being mated and having gone years without a rut his biology was demanding only cure, his chosen Omega.

Cas had called the Omega only getting her voicemail, left a message and began sending multiple texts.

He explained to Bobby that Mary had to leave the bunker, not only for her safety but the Betas also living there, unsure of how Sam will react to having another Alpha present when his Omega returned. Bobby found a case in Oregon that would occupy them for at least a week.

So Cas continued to do the only thing he could and watches over his friend.

**********

Sam woke groggy from the sedatives to the strong scent of an Omega in heat pulling him to full consciousness.

Rolling onto his side he finds Trouble lying next to him naked, covered in a light sheen of sweat fitfully sleeping.

Moving to spoon her from behind he grips one leg hooking it over his rocking  his hips sliding his engorged cock through her dripping folds, Half asleep she whimpers pulling out of his grip, drawing both legs to her chest. Rumbling in discontent Sam scoots behind her again, lines up and buries himself in her tight heat making her moan with pleasure, her cunt stretching around him.

Sam pulls out and hauls Trouble onto her hands and knees spreading her legs wide and sinks back in till his hips are flush against her ass. Feeling her relax around him Sam grasps her waist so tight bruises already forming and growling at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt he starts pounding his hips rapidly.

Trouble reaches out grabbing the headboard to stop Sam from shoving her into it since he has six inches and nearly seventy pounds on her and is running on his instinct to mate.

Sam's knot starts to swell he continues thrusting wildly wrenches her hips up, forcing her to arch her back more as he grunts ramming the now fully engorged knot into her cunt locking them together and falls over her back, rolling his hips as she clenches him cumming.

Sam pushes himself back upright seizes a fistful of her hair pulls till she is flush to chest, biting deeply into her neck making Trouble cum again loudly.

As they counterbalance each other Sam runs his tongue over his mark cleaning off the blood he’s drawn, helping the wound to seal up faster before shifting to lay them down on the mattress. Feeling the tug of his knot Trouble clenches around him again, sending another orgasm rippling through Sam, releasing more of his seed into her.

Trembling from exertion Sam wraps his arms around Trouble, keeping her close, finally able to call her his Omega and gently placed a kiss upon her shoulder.

**********

“It's just every time I think about ya know its a..its like a nightmare. I can't eat, can't sleep, it’s always just there watching.” Dean bitched as they’re walking through the hallways.

“Dean, it’s just a beard, I’ve been a little busy lately” Sam remarks back exasperated and relived to have his brother back giving him a hard time.

“Yeah well, that’s not an excuse ya know, ‘cause a.. Duck Dynasty called and they just they want it all back.”

“Some people say I look good.” Sam proudly states almost telling him why he’s really kept it.

“No..no Sam, no people say that.” Dean shakes his head.

“Duck Dynasty is a step up from Dr. Sexy,” Dean turns to counter that insult disbelieving his eyes like Sam did weeks ago.

Trouble’s leaning against the wall now sporting her natural titian tresses that rival Rowena's.

“Good to have you back Dean,” She says giving him a hug, “and I like the beard.” Walking over to Sam she pushes him against the wall wantonly kissing in front of Dean.

Breathless, Sam touches his forehead against hers running his fingers along the flannels front, “I was looking for this shirt the other day ‘mega.”

“Hmm, my bad, suppose I need to be punished Alpha.” She teasingly remakes biting her lip. Sam purrs low in his chest as he slides the shirt off her shoulders.

“You’re back together?” Dean blurts out interrupting them.

Sam turns pulling Trouble with him, her back against his chest and movie her hair to reveal his mark.

Dean looks between them “Fucking took you long enough Sammy,” he snaps turning to continue down the hallway grumbling, “there better not be any more surprises.”

Nuzzling her neck he inhales the new honey-vanilla scent mixing with her naturally cooler one.

Sam reaches down tenderly placing his large hands protectively over her womb where their surprise is resting and kisses her shoulder.

#saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge #supernatural #sam winchester smut #supernatural a/b/o #alpha!sam winchester x omega!ofc #alpha!sam winchester #spn #a/b/o #radio company #vol 1 #alpha sam fanfiction #spn a/b/o

[moosekateer13]

Off My Mind

Jared Padalecki x Reader

@saxxxology​‘s Vol. 1 Writing Challenge

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited love, Hint of Smut, Trust issues

Summary: Jared and Y/N are friends with benefits. Number one rule if anyone develops feelings the arrangement  is over. One of them ends up breaking that rule.

Inspired by Radio Company’s Off My MInd

Jared’s P.O.V

I hate it that I let feelings get involved.  Now I am left here alone thinking about her.  

“All you gotta do is nothing

Trade it all in for something new

Blame it on the way we were put together

While some remedy’s forsaken you”

Flashback One month ago

“Mmm yeah Jared right there.” Y/N said.

I am kissing the spot between where your neck and shoulder meet.

It’s one of Y/N’s  favourite spots for me to kiss.

This is a feeling I’ll never get tired of having Y/N  in my arms and making her sing my name.

Our little session ends quicker than I’d like it to be.

Y/N  turn to her respective sides. I quickly roll her over to look at me.

“ Y/N, I have to talk to you about something.  I said.

“ What is it Jared? Y/N asked with a worried look on her face.

“ I am starting to have feelings for you.” I blurted out.

“ Jared  we had a deal there was to be no feelings involved. You know I don’t do relationships. “ Y/N replied as she hastily gets dressed and runs out of my apartment. 

End of Flashback 

She never does relationships because she’s afraid to get hurt.  So many people have left for no good reason or they’ve messed with her feelings.  It’s her fight or flight response when feelings become involved.   I wish Y/N could have realized it would be different for us. She didn’t give me a chance to show her though.

After my little confession she quit her job on Supernatural and left for destination unknown.

“Oh, and how do I get you off my mind.”

Y/ N’s  P.O.V

I left Vancouver and bought a little apartment in Burnaby. I now work as a stock girl at the local boutique Forte.

Jared’ s little confession sent me running for the hills.

Why did run because I am afraid to let people in. I hate this fight or flight response I have. 

I wasn’t always like this but the way people treated me caused it.

When I was dealing with the aftermath of my than boyfriend cheating on me. What did my so-called bestfriend do oh yeah that’s right she ran for  the hills. She wasn’t there when I needed her most.

Flashback 5 years ago

I am arriving home early from my trip from Australia. I thought I’d surprise my boyfriend John with his favourite take-out. I open the door to the apartment.  I hear obscene noises coming from our bedroom. I don’t bother to go see what’s going on. I drop the bag of food and ran out of the apartment. I can’t believe he would do this to me we’ve been together for two years.

John tries to get me back in the apartment.

“Baby please, come back she doesn’t mean anything to me. I love you. John said. He looks at me with a pleading look in his blue eyes.  I yank my arm away from his grip.

” If you loved me you wouldn’t have cheated. I’ ll be back to get my things. Goodbye John. I hope she was worth it. I replied.

I quickly texted my friend Lindsey to tell her what happened. She never replies. All of my calls and text go unanswered or she says she’s busy. So much for her being there when I need her. 

I get the call I’ve been waiting for. It’s a job working in wardrobe on my favourite show Supernatural. So I make my way from North York to Vancouver. Time for a fresh start.

End of flashback

Then there was  this guy I knew in highschool we reconnected during my college years. After that we didn’t talk again for years than he suddenly chats me up. Oh i thought he just wanted to be friends. Turns out he wanted to use me when he had an “itch” he needed to scratch.

I shouldn’t let my past get in my way I should go see Jared.

It wasn’t right what I did. I hastily grab my stuff and make my way to his apartment.

I just came to the sudden conclusion why I made this arrangement with Jared. It was my way to keep my walls up. For Jared though I am willing to take the risk and let him in. I just hope It isn’t too late.  I  also come to another  sudden realization I had fallen for him the moment I met him.

Flashback 5 years ago

Okay so today’s the big day assistant costumer on my favourite show. It’s a dream come true.

The costume supervisor Daevina shows me around the department before I get to work.

First one to enter the room is Jared.

Those eyes multi-spectrum hazel eyes of his are even more mesmerizing in person.

Okay focus Y/N you’ve got a job to do.

“ Hi, you must be Y/N the new assistant costumer. I am Jared. I look forward to working with you. Jared said with a smile on his face.Those adorable dimples  show when he smiles. I smile back at him.

“ I am and I look forward to working with you too Jared. Let me get your clothes for the next scene. “ I replied 

I search through the racks and then hand him the clothes he needs. I hand him the purple plaid shirt and blue denim Jeans.

Jared nervously runs a hand through his dark brown hair. 

“ Y/N, I hope it isn’t too forward of me but I’d like to take you out for dinner and get to know you better..” Jared said.

“Jared before you get any ideas I don’t do relationships. I’ve been through alot and don’t trust many people.” I replied

“That’s fine with me beautiful, maybe we can work something out. I’ll take whatever you are up for. I’ll pick you up here at 8 pm.” Jared said.

End of Flashback

That was the start of our little arrangement.

 Jared’s P.O.V 

As the saying goes, you can’t help who you fall for.

My thoughts of Y/N  get interrupted by a knock on the door.

To my surprise  it’s Y/N as gorgeous as ever. Y/N’s Y/H/C slightly damp from the rain. Her hands are shoved in the pockets of her blue jeans  She looks at me nervously.

“ Hi, Jared we should talk.” Y/N said.

Part 2:

#off my mind #jared padalecki x reader #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer 13 #angst #hint of smut #smut #unrequited love #trust issues

[saxxxology]

Vol.1 Writing Challenge

Hi guys! Join my challenge for Jensen’s new album! I will be including the allowed pairings and guidelines below!

The following characters are allowed:

Sam Winchester

Jared Padalecki (and Genevieve if desired)

Dean Winchester

Jensen Ackles (and Danneel if desired)

Castiel

Misha Collins

John Winchester

Rules:

This challenge is 18+ ONLY.

The deadline is December 31st 2019

The minimum word count is 1,000 words. There is no maximum word count limit.

No shipping allowed - please keep your fic either reader insert or OC.

No non-con, dub-con, or other abusive tropes.

Don’t hate on wives or other characters/actors.

You can use either canon, A/B/O, or AU settings.

Smut, angst, and fluff are allowed, but please remember to tag warnings appropriately.

When you post your fic, please tag me and use the hashtag #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

Select ONE of the following songs (there are 3 fics allowed per song, crossed out options are full):

Cannonball

Let Me Be

Bound

Sounds of Someday

Off My Mind

Drowning

When I’m Down

Livin’ in You

All Our Own

Dume

Send me an ask with BOTH the character you will be writing for and the title of the song.

There is no sign up deadline, but your fic is DUE to post on or before December 31st. 

[rockhoochie]

https://fangirlxwritesx67.tumblr.com/post/189862975998/may-be-home-chapter-1-word-count-this-chapter

I don't write true angst but there's definitely some moments of heartbreak in this series.

It's a completed series, 15 chapters, au!rockstar Dean Winchester with OFC Sasha and appearances by Sam Winchester as well as my other favorite characters.

Fantastic, my dear- thank you!!

[spnfanficpond]

https://fangirlxwritesx67.tumblr.com/post/189862975998/may-be-home-chapter-1-word-count-this-chapter

Au fanfic starring rockstar!Dean Winchester x OFC Sasha.

Sasha longs for the day when her heart will find its home. But she is in love with a man who doesn’t know she exists: the handsome, soulful blues singer, Dean Winchester. When she gets an opportunity to make her wildest dreams come true, Sasha takes the chance. Who knows if Dean will remain a sexy fling?

Or if, for her, Dean may be home?

Chapters 1 through 9 are on my Masterlist. Chapters 10-14 coming in February

#guppy fic #submission

[fangirlxwritesx67]

May Be Home, Chapter 6 Word count this chapter: 2300 (sorry got a lil carried away here) Catch up here: Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Characters: au rockstar!Dean Winchester x OFC Sasha.  Song: Sounds of Someday, Radio Company Music

Tags: 18+, sex, smut, lots and lots of m/f sex in different ways (fingering, oral, penetrative) in different places (bed, table, car, shower), no condoms ever, enthusiastic consent, Daddy kink, language, lots of alcohol, sexy eating, etc

It had been the best weekend of Sasha's life and she couldn't tell a single person. Not that anyone would believe her if she did. 

The idea that she, a random waitress, had spent a sex-filled weekend with chart-topping blues singer Dean Winchester? It was unbelievable.

When her coworkers asked her where she had been, she just told them she had been with a friend. She almost let the truth slip, just once. 

She had been doing shots with her friend Lee, the bartender at work. He was teasing her about her crush on Dean and she said something just a little too familiar. Lee never asked her more about it, though. Sasha hoped her words were lost in the blur of alcohol. 

Sometimes even she wondered if the whole weekend had really happened. In those moments, she went to the back of her closet and pulled out the bag that said, Jody’s. 

Dean Winchester was her secret fantasy; a fantasy that had, however impossibly, come true. Her weekend with him had been an intense experience entirely outside her ordinary life. Dean had been even better than her wildest dreams. 

Before, listening to Dean's music was amazing; now, hearing it was visceral. She couldn't hear him sing without also hearing him murmur her name. She couldn't watch a video of him on stage without her mind replaying a much more intimate reel of images. She couldn't even see a picture of his handsome face without thinking of his lips on hers.

A month of not hearing from Dean passed until one day in late October her phone rang with a number she recognized immediately. Her heart leaped into her throat and she could barely answer. 

"Sasha," Rowena greeted her with her typical professional tone. "Dean would like to see you next weekend. Same hotel."

Sasha had hardly dared to hope that Dean had remembered her, too, but this was proof. She waited impatiently for the next weekend. Then she drove the short distance to the hotel.

When Sasha got to her room, a dozen red roses waited on the dresser. When she opened the card, she saw in block letters:

Sweetheart  Baby Girl  Sasha xo, Dean

The terms of endearment, followed by her name, lit Sasha's eyes with a smile. The surprise made her feel so special. 

Just like before, there was also a note from Rowena with a room number and time. This time, there were fewer girls than before.

At the end of the meeting, Rowena approached Sasha and told her to rest and eat. She would be heading out later to meet Dean, who was with his brother Sam.

"Oh, and Sasha," said Rowena. "Look in the closet."

Sasha went to her room and straight to the closet. She hadn't looked before but instantly saw another bag with the distinctive Jody's logo. 

She pulled out a deep red top and a short black leather skirt, as well as a package of tights. She wasn't sure if Dean had picked it out for her, but she knew she would look amazing. 

Sasha ordered room service and got dressed. Resting was impossible when she knew she would be seeing Dean later that night. Instead, she fidgeted, curling her thick dark hair, putting it up, then letting it down again. 

As she expected, once she was dressed in her new outfit, she looked killer.

The top had long sleeves and dipped low in the front, showing off the soft rise of her breasts. It was partly open in the back, above her bra, and crisscrossed all the way up to the nape of her neck. The skirt fit perfectly, curving around her hips and tucking in under her generous ass. The tights were a little sheer and a little shimmery. She finished the outfit with her own short, black boots, the ones that she had worn to the memorable concert when she first met Dean. 

It was already dark when Rowena rang her room and told her to get downstairs. Dean's driver was waiting with his familiar black SUV to take her to a blues club on the edge of town.

He handed her off to the hostess, who led her to a table in the shadows of the corner. The Winchester brothers were already seated there. 

Dean and Sam were deep in discussion, their hands on each other's shoulders and their faces next to one another's ears. Sasha stood for a moment, waiting for them to notice, but they were too engrossed in conversation. Finally, she slid into the booth next to Dean, making sure he got a generous brush of her body. 

When Dean turned and saw Sasha, his entire face lit up. His green eyes sparkled and a grin curved his full lips, pushing dimples into his scruffy cheeks. 

"Hi, sweetheart," he said, pulling her into his lap with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into his embrace. 

"Sam," he told his brother. "Look who's here!" 

Sam nodded before he and Dean quickly resumed their hushed discussion. For a few minutes, Sasha was happy just to be with Dean again, basking in his closeness, but soon she wanted his attention.

She reached for Dean's tumbler of whiskey and took a cautious sip. 

"Damn, boys!" she exclaimed. "We're drinking the good stuff tonight, huh?"

Sam glanced at her quickly before he answered. "Yeah, Blanton's." 

He paused and looked at Sasha again. Dean had his face buried in the curve of her shoulder and his arms around her waist. He brushed aside her tangle of dark hair and nuzzled a line of kisses up her neck. 

"Dean," said Sam. "Why don't we ask her?"

Dean shook his head firmly, which only served to make Sasha more curious. 

"Ask me what?" she wondered aloud, turning to face Dean.

Dean answered reluctantly. "They want me to sing."

Sasha's face shone with delight. "Yes, Dean, sing!" she said, clapping her hands together eagerly. 

He shook his head again, more slowly. 

Sasha pouted, flashing him a teasing glance from under her thick lashes. "Please?" She begged. Then she leaned in close so her lips brushed his ear and he was the only one who heard her whisper, "Sing for me, Daddy."

Dean drew in a long breath, pursed his lips, and nodded. "Fine, Sam. Tell them I'll sing. But only one song!" 

He waved his hand and Sam jumped up to go discuss the logistics with someone. 

Dean pulled Sasha closer and kissed her hard, running his hands up her back and into her hair. 

"You're trouble, you know that?"

She just grinned and kissed him back. 

When Sam returned, he brought a fresh round of drinks and Sasha moved away from Dean a little. She watched Dean as he shifted into performance mode. 

She was fascinated by the change that came over him. He ran his big hands a few times along the tops of his thighs as if to reassure himself. He grabbed his drink and threw back his head, swallowing the pricey bourbon in one gulp. For just a moment he closed his eyes. 

Then the lead singer of the house band announced his name from the stage in the corner. When Dean stood up, he was on. 

Dean Winchester, blues star, was here. With long strides, he crossed the room to the stage, grabbed the microphone and greeted the audience. He glanced across the crowded room and his eyes locked on Sasha's. 

"Hey there,” he greeted, holding her gaze. “I've got a new song I've written for you."

Sasha felt a shiver of anticipation bolt through her. It sounded like Dean was talking only to her. Even if he wasn't, she could imagine that he was.

One of the band members handed Dean an acoustic guitar. He played around, getting a feel for the instrument before finally strumming the opening notes of his song.

All gone is here today Finding room to breathe Go on, be on your way And see And though the sounds of someday May be home

Dean and a single acoustic guitar had a raw, open sound that reminded Sasha of his very earliest forays into music before he made an album. In-person, it was overwhelmingly intimate. Even in a room full of people, Sasha felt like Dean was singing just to her.

Even the fires on the road Trying to get away And all the stars seem on a roll Out of control today

Dean's voice washed over her, as it always had, like a wave of emotion. A chasm of longing opened in Sasha, caught in her throat and reached straight to her soul. The visceral ache that he drew from her – she was breathless just listening to him.

This was the raw vulnerability that had drawn her to Dean from the first time she heard him. Tears filled her eyes. When she heard him sing like this, she thought there was nothing, no one on earth she could desire more.

And though the sounds of someday May be home

Sasha could feel his gaze on hers all the way across the room as he held the last high note. The song ended and everyone around her clapped. 

She felt like she was in a daze, her heart still hanging on the words that Dean had sung. He made his way slowly back to the table, stopped every few feet by excited fans who wanted to talk or hug or take a picture. 

Sasha could've been jealous, but all she could think was, he was coming back to her. 

When Dean reached her, he wrapped her in his strong embrace. His words were low and sweet, for her alone.

"Hey, baby girl, what did you think?"

Held in Dean's arms, Sasha looked deep into his eyes and blinked back her tears. At the moment, she didn't have the words to express everything she was feeling. 

She lifted her lips to his for a deep, grateful kiss. "Thank you," she murmured. 

The house band started to play again, a slow song. Dean took Sasha's hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor. She shouldn't have been surprised to find that he could dance, too, leading her perfectly in time with the music. 

Pressed closely into his arms, she soon forgot about the music. All she cared about was Dean and being near him. He was as eager for her as she was for him, pulling her close. His hot hands slid over her body, over her waist and then down further to cup her ass. 

She tangled her hands in his hair. They kissed deeply, lost to the world around them.

"Sasha," Dean murmured. "I've missed you."

Sasha let her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the moment. She pressed against Dean and could feel through his jeans that he was already hard. She rocked her hips and Dean pulled her in closer. He slid one hand down her leg and pulled her knee up. 

She wrapped her leg around his and ground against him. Dean hummed against her lips.

Sasha melted into the welcome sensation of his body on hers. Everything Dean was expressing tonight, his talent and his desire for her, only made her want him more. Dean was magic, and she had fallen completely under his spell.

The band began to play a new song and Sasha suddenly remembered how many people were all around them.

"Dean," she gasped, planting her heel back down on the floor.

"Come on," he answered. "Let's get out of here."

Dean took her hand and led her outside to the lot where his SUV was parked. He knocked on the door, startling his driver who was peacefully reading. 

"Get out," Dean told him firmly.

Dean flung open the back door and helped Sasha onto the seat before sliding up himself and closing the door. 

She grabbed for his belt while he pushed up her skirt to pull off her tights, his eager hands shredding the delicate material. He pushed Sasha down and lifted her leg up onto the back of the seat. She braced her other foot on the floor, wide open and ready for Dean. He didn't need any further invitation. He slotted his hips between her thighs and ground up against her. 

Sasha whimpered, "Please."

Dean rocked into her, pushing steadily in and out until she had taken him all in. His strong thrusts knocked Sasha up against the door. She put her hands up to brace her head, which gave her leverage to meet Dean's body with hers.

He set a pounding rhythm, and she shimmied her hips under him. He quickly pushed her to a place where she was panting and moaning. Dean was breathing hard too. As his hips met hers over and over, Sasha felt herself give in. 

Dean's voice and his body on hers was everything she had ever needed. She bucked up against him, his name falling from her lips in a ragged moan as she came. Dean thrust into her a few more times, his pace stuttering. A long sigh crossed his lips as he came.

For a few minutes, they lay tangled, content with being together again. 

They sat up and pulled their clothes on and Dean called his driver back. As they rode to the hotel, they stayed wrapped in one another's arms, not wanting any distance between them. 

Dean kissed Sasha and then asked, "What did you think of my new song?"

"I don't only like you because you can sing. But damn, do I like that you can sing!" she answered. "And when you sing like that, Dean, oh, you make me feel-" Sasha didn't quite have the words to express all the emotions that Dean could stir up in her heart. 

"Feel like this?" He teased her with a deep kiss. Sasha nodded and sank into his embrace.

... Next Up: Chapter 7 ...

Thanks as always to @thoughtslikeaminefield​ for everything. Also @fookinghelljensensthighs​ here’s that bit I promised you.

Tags:  SPN First Last and Always: @dawnie1988 @divadinag @flamencodiva @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @onethirstyunicorn  @the-chocolate-moose  @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting​  Dean Curious: @adoptdontshoppets @deangirl7695 @mrsjenniferwinchester @wayward-gypsy

#dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #actual rockstar jensen ackles #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge #may be home #fangirlxwritesx67

[67-chevy-baby]

Cradle Our Desire

Pairing - Jensen x Reader

Tags - Angst, Language, Implied Smut, Mentions of blood, Vampires, Use of knives, Death, Confessions of love, kissing, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed something, and I will tag it. :) 

Word Count -  1,889

Beta - @winecatsandpizza​

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

The Song I Chose - Drowning by Radio Company

Written for - @saxxxology​’s Vol 1 Writing Challenge

A/N - There may be a part 2 to this. :) I haven’t decided. Also, I haven’t written in a while due to mental health issues, so please go easy on me... I’m sorry if this sucks. 

“That’s a wrap on Y/N!”

You’d been waiting all day for those five words, no matter how bittersweet they’d be to hear. Immediately, you closed your eyes and released a shaky breath. The emotions of the scene you just acted out still played over and over in your mind as you headed towards your trailer. 

It’s not your trailer anymore … not after today. That single thought lingered in your head for a few moments as you willed yourself to keep your tears at bay. As soon as you climbed the stairs and shut the door, your body gave way and you slid down the wall. The tears you tried so hard to hide finally flowed freely down your cheeks. One of your hands covered your mouth just as you let out a choked sob. 

You knew this day would come. Even the greatest of TV shows couldn’t last forever, and fifteen years was a long time. You’d been a series regular ever since season ten, and it was an honor to work alongside two of the greatest actors of your generation. Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles were phenomenal actors on screen and the most humble of men off-screen. You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t miss them. 

Your character in the show, Taygen, was a rogue hunter who was working on killing a nest of vampires when she met the brothers. The three of you took care of the vamps and the rest was history. Together you worked like a fine-tuned machine and as much as you hated the thought, it was time to say goodbye to her.

Of course, you knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight. No, Tay wasn’t the kind to stand on the sidelines. She would fight until her last breath to protect the ones she loved, and that’s exactly what she did. The tears kept flowing as your mind drifted to how your final scene played out. 

The pounding of your footfalls echoed through the abandoned warehouse, your hand-crafted knife in your left hand ready to strike. Skidding to a halt, you pressed yourself against the wall to listen for any signs of movement. Sam and Dean had decided that the three of you should split up to cover more ground. You knew they could handle themselves, but something about this hunt just felt … off. 

A loud crash came from the floor above you, and Dean’s yells reverberated off the walls. Panic pricked your skin as you ran as fast as you could up the stairs. Nothing mattered anymore. Not your surroundings, not the vampires, not even God himself could stop you from getting to where Dean was. 

The bottom of your combat boot collided with the rotting wood of the door sending it flying into the room. Dean laid motionless on the floor, one of the vamps hovering over him ready to rip his throat out. 

“Hey! Asshole! Get your filthy hands off him!” The monster turned and narrowed its eyes, its hungry glare turning lethal in an instant before lunging at you. The blade of your knife slashed at the vampire’s chest while your free hand blocked its punches. Just as you were about to finish it off, Dean groaned in pain making you lose focus. “Unngh … Taygen?” The monster knocked your blade from your hand and tossed you into the wall across the room. 

You hit the ground with a sickening thud. Weakly, you pushed yourself up in time to see the vampire turn it’s attention back to the elder Winchester. You knew your ankle was probably broken, but all you could think about was saving Dean. He’d trained you, stayed up with you on nights that you couldn’t sleep, and he’d saved you numerous times when you’d been too reckless. Not to mention that you’d been in love with him since the night you met him and his brother. 

Ignoring the shooting pain in your ankle, you threw your body in front of Dean to shield him from the fatal strike of the Vampire’s razor-sharp teeth. You let out a blood-curdling scream as its fangs pierced the skin of your neck. Even though the monster wasn’t on you for more than a few seconds, the damage was already done. Sam heard your scream and came to yours and Dean’s aid, beheading the vampire with one swipe of his blade. 

Everything felt sluggish around you. The shouts of both the brothers seemed far away as they surrounded you. Dean cursed loudly as Sam ran to get the Impala. “Dammit, Tay! How many times am I gonna have to tell you not to be so reckless!” Your shaky hand came up to rest on his cheek as he held you, your eyes sparkling with tears. “D-Dean … I ... “ He shook his head and swallowed thickly. “Shh, don’t talk sweetheart. Sammy’s goin’ to get the car, and then we’ll take care of you. Cas will heal your ankle, and we’ll get that gash in your neck fixed up in no time.” 

A lone tear slid down your cheek as you tried to desperately memorize every feature of Dean’s face. His piercing green eyes, those smooth lips, and the collection of freckles scattered all over his flawless skin. “Dean, listen to m-me … I‘m not missin’ my ch-chance to tell you this.” You winced as another stabbing pain shot through your body. “I…” The taste of blood filled your mouth as your vision clouded. You knew you weren’t going to make it out of this alive. “... Love y-you …”

It had taken you months to prepare for that scene. Being killed off wasn’t the problem, no it was the fact that your character had to finally tell Jensen’s character how she felt. Normally, something like this wouldn’t even phase you. Having a character fall in love with another came as part of the job description, and the actors and actresses who portrayed said characters knew how to separate that from real life. The reason all of this was so hard for you was because your character wasn’t the only one in love. 

Once you finally found the strength to get off the floor of your trailer you walked to where your bedroom was and grabbed a pen out of the cup on your nightstand. Whenever your emotions got the better of you, writing in your journal would always help calm you down. Earlier, you’d started an entry about today’s scene, and you wanted to finish it. You opened the top drawer of your dresser and felt your heart drop to your stomach. It was gone. Your journal was gone. Quickly, you racked your brain and remembered you’d brought it with you to set. You’d been writing in it while sitting in the Bunker’s library as you watched Jared and Jensen do a few takes before your final scene. How could you have been so stupid? There was no telling who’d get their hands on it and see all the things you’ve kept secret for so long. 

You tore across the trailer lot as fast as you could towards the set and came to a stop at the Bunker’s entrance. Calmly and quietly you descended the staircase and navigated to the library. All the color drained from your face when your eyes landed on Jensen. He was sitting there intently reading what had to be your latest journal entry. He looked up at you, his face unreadable as his gaze bore into your own. 

“Jay… I… I can explain! I…” He stood and walked towards you, the emotion in his eyes just as intense as they were when Taygen had taken her last breath in Dean’s arms. “Is it true? This...this passage you wrote about me?” You couldn’t look at him anymore, the chipped polish on your nails became your focus as you tried to make your brain form words. “Wh-What are you talking about?” His brow furrowed as he pointed to the page he’d been holding. You stood there frozen as he began to read the very entry you’d hoped he’d never see. 

“Today’s the day … the day I complete my run on the greatest TV show. Not only do I have to say goodbye to Supernatural, but I have to live with not seeing the love of my life every day. Jensen doesn’t know it, but he’s the reason I can still hold my head above water in this line of work. Without him, I’d surely be drowning by now. He can never know how I feel. I can never tell him. I can’t risk my feelings not being reciprocated…”

By the time he was done reading your vision was blurred by your tears. How could you have been so careless? Jensen approached your shaking form and used his index and middle fingers to raise your chin so you were looking into his eyes. “Tell me Y/N, I have to know if this is truly how you feel.” There was no going back. There was no way to get out of this, and you felt yourself slip into fight or flight mode. “Why?! Why does it matter, Jensen? S’not like you’ll ever feel the same way about me! I’m just… just an average girl from the midwest who’s own family disowned her after she refused to follow in their footsteps and do what made me happy. You’ve got everything going for you! You’re fucking perfect in every way, and could have any woman on this planet! You’ve already read my feelings so why torture me and make me say what you already know?!”

Your chest heaved as he looked down at you. His eyes never wavering from your own. The silence around the two of you only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. “You’re not very observant are you, Y/N?” His smirk only angered you more. “What the fuck are you talking about? So, you find out how I feel and the humiliation isn’t enough for you? You gotta insult me too?! Just forget it! I’m leaving with the little dignity I have left!” You ripped your journal from his hand and started towards the staircase, but before you could get to the landing Jensen had you pressed against the wall. 

“Dammit Y/N, just who exactly do you take me for? You think I would hurt someone I love on purpose like that?! Jesus, you’re just as stubborn as Taygen…” You struggled in his hold but stopped the instant his words hit you. He … loved you? Your eyes snapped up to meet his intense gaze, the silent question being answered. “Yes Y/N, I love you. I’ve loved you for a while, but I always thought you didn’t feel the same.” His fingers grazed your cheek and you leaned into it. The anger you felt left your body instantly as he slowly leaned in. “I’m sorry it took so long, but from this moment on, I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.” 

His kiss sent sparks through your body, igniting a fire you’d never known about until now. His lips never left your skin as he carried you down the Bunker’s hallway, the promises he’d made to you moments before burned in the wake of each kiss he gave.

#saxxxology vol 1 writing challenge #jensen ackles x reader #Jensen Ackles #Jared Padalecki #castiel #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #supernatural #'pala writes

[kickingitwithkirk]

A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Trouble Lacroix (OFC)

WC:3536

Warnings: 18 + only: kissing, humping M/F, intercourse, cursing, mention of addiction, angst

A/N: For @saxxxology #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

SONG PROMPT: Off My Mind-my favorite on the album

A/N: Set season 14 during Dean Winchester's possession by Apocalypse World's Micheal. Timeline extended and some events altered from series. I borrowed title from song lyrics.

*no beta- all mistakes are mine.

*GIF not mine

The sound of the bunker door closing reverberates through the room.

Several of the hunters around the map table stop what they're doing to watch an unusually tall Omega with long, smoky pink hair braided in a loose plait and wearing hunters garb descend the metal staircase halting at its bottom.

Sam Winchester is sitting at the far end of the table alternating between his phone receiving updates from hunters out in the field and the laptop looking for clues in the search for Dean while strategizing with Mary and Bobby their next move froze disbelieving his eyes.

“Sammy,” the Omega hesitantly says, her lightly accented voice startles him out of his stupor.

Batten down the hatches Sammy boy, Trouble just done walked back into my life… Dean used those exact words years ago introducing him to this Omega, never knowing how true they would turn out to be.

But not for him.

Sam's eyes shift into a fiery glow as his inner Alphas outrage surfaces at this imposter trying to pass itself as his long gone Omega.

“What fucking game are you playing at?” Sam gets up growling, stalking towards her pulling his demon blade.

“Sam wait!” Mary hollers at her youngest son knowing all too well the damage Sam can inflict under normal circumstances but in the state of extreme stress he’s currently under doesn’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.

The Apocalypse World hunters glance at each other perplexed having never before seeing an enraged Alpha, unsure what they should do.

After their arrival to this reality Sam gave them a crash course on life here, including the multiple genders of humans, Alpha/Beta/Omega, their confusing hierarchies and how they relate to each other.

The Alpha/Omega intricacies and nuances were still hard for them to comprehend since all of them were Betas.

The Omega cast her eyes down in deference to the large Alpha. “I'm here abo...” she doesn't finish speaking as he wraps his hand around her throat, slamming her back against a support column. She seizes his wrist as her eyes snap up meeting his glaring back before tilting her head as far as she can to the right exposing more of her throat.

Sam cautiously leans in, running his nose along her neck. The unique scent of winter, perceptible only to the Alpha under the scent blockers she’s used triggers memories he’s diligently repressed to keep this Omega off his mind come flooding back. The blade clatters loudly on the floor in the now silent room.

Wrapping his arms around her nuzzling into the curve of her neck he sucks on that spot he knows drives her crazy. Biting her lip she tangles her fingers in his long hair drawing him back up, running her tongue over his lips seeking entrance that he grants swirling his tongue around hers.

Someone's wolf whistling snaps them out of acting couple newly presented teens caught by their parents being very naughty.

“Hmm, not sorry,” she whispers nibbling on Sam’s ear making him quiver.

“Behave,” Sam mutters back taking a deep breath and subtlety adjusting himself before turning around to deal with everyone's reactions, not really ready to answer the inevitable questions.

Scenting his anxiety she twines their hands together offering a reassuring squeeze.

They’ve drawn quite a large audience from the library and adjoining hallways. People are elbowing each other grinning, whispering among themselves about their Chiefs and strange woman's reactions to each other then necking in front of everyone.

Mary stands there, arms crossed with the patented mom’s not amused look.

Sam huffs out an embarrassed laugh. “Everyone this is Trouble Lacroix, she’s my...she's an old friend.”

“I’m just an old friend after everything I went through for you?” Trouble snaps and Sam growls a warning at her tone but fuck it, she was right.

When Dean introduced them they were both junkies. Sam drugs of choice were demon blood and the power it gave him. Trouble’s was whatever made her forget her hunter fathers dominance over her as an Omega.

By the time they both got clean Sam found he could love again and she had learned to trust the Alpha in him wouldn't hurt her like others had. Sam swore during his next rut he would claim her as his Omega.

A week before he said yes to Lucifer and the subsequent showdown at Stull Cemetery he went into rut.

At their secret rendezvous, an old hunters cabin in Arkansas with his rut over Sam hadn’t claimed her, saying he couldn’t damn her, that this was his last chance to, unlike Jess, save her from certain death.

Trouble stood at the cabins window overlooking a small lake silently crying, unable to respond. The Alpha scented her sadness wanted nothing more than to comfort his Omega but all he could do was to kiss her shoulder, as he’d always done before leaving that last time.

Almost a decade later Sam can see the damage his refusals done in her sorrowful eyes.

“You kiss all your old friends like that?” Bobby quipped sarcastically eliciting a few laughs and breaking some of the tension.

“You look like Bobby Singer but you...resonate all wrong,” Trouble remarks as her light colored eyes surveys the others in the room finally coming to rest on Jack. “A Nephilim without Grace?”

“Yes, he is,” Mary answers crossing over to stand next to Jack, “how can you know that?”

Trouble shrugs “I’ve always been able to perceive things that are outside the normal spectrum.”

“You can what?” Maggie asks confused.

“The Omega can see that you’re out of tune with this reality,” Castiel states tipping his head to the side studying her, “she also possess other abilities.”

“I don’t need them to see your a dick.”

“Trouble,” Sam warns knowing she’d picked that up from Dean.

“Sorry, Angel of the Lord.” She half ass apologizes.

“And you suddenly show up here out of nowhere because?” Mary tersely inquires in her Alpha voice. Sam bristles unhappy that another Alpha, even his own mother, thinks they can question the Omega.

Releasing Sam’s hand she steps closer to Mary taking the same stance staring her straight in the eye. “I’ve seen Dean.”

Trouble tells them everything about her encounter with Dean in Nova Scotia, where she’s been the last two months.

They question is why he let her live when he’s killed others he has had contact with, another piece in a puzzle not making sense.

Sam asks her to stay but she turns him down, telling him it's safer for her to keep moving. He counters what better place is there for protection than in the heavily warded bunker?

She reluctantly agrees but only until Dean returns.

Mary makes it vehemently clear it’s problematic having an unclaimed Omega stay.

Sam reminds his mother that he is a mature Alpha, been making his own decisions without her input his whole life and with the daily suppressants he’s taken for years can control his instincts.

That got Mary’s back up, ready to argue with her youngest son, reminding him the Omegas already made the unmated Alpha act out. Bobby pulls her to the side and somehow he convinces her that the Omegas will be an assist in finding Dean. She doesn’t like but relents. Trouble is to stay in Dean's room, his Beta scent will help cover hers more to mollify Sam and a physical space between them for Mary.

Sam's frustrations over having not found Dean yet and his personal anxieties were intermittently fluctuating. The stresses he’s under, hardly eating, barely sleeping a couple hours a day while keeping track of people out on cases and figuring out how to help Jack adapt to not having his powers. Then there’s Nick, the mere mention of his name makes Sam shudder, let alone the traumatic physical and emotional memories dredged up by their face to face interactions.

Thankfully, there hadn’t been any real drama between Mary and Trouble. They’ve avoided each other as much as possible in the bunker.

It was really late or early, depending on how one looked at it, and Sam was still setting in the quiet library, waiting for the last couple of hunters to check in. “Sam, you’ve been here for hours, go to bed.” Trouble softly remarks as she walks up behind him gently running her fingers through his hair.

Sam closes his eyes enjoying her touch. “Just waiting on Maggie and Sharon to check in then I'll go.”

She snorts snagging his phone when it sounds, “Who you lying to? OK, their at the one star for the night. Everyone's accounted for.” Sam reaches for his phone and she dodges typing before handing it back and walking off.

“Cas is what...the hell that’s happening!” Sam gets up going after her.

“Bobby’s idea so go bitch to him mister ‘cause technically your off duty for the next twenty-four hours.” Trouble says unintimidated with him following her fuming, “Your exhausted Sam, you need a break so quit fighting and let us help.”

She stops at the shower-room door. “First, go bathe, you reek Alpha, then meet me in your room.” Sam goes from pissed off to aroused in three seconds. Trouble scents him, “Yeah right, it’s Netflix and chill...” She remarks them gives him a mischievous grin sashaying off.

Sam had been making courting overtures towards her, even though they were on a time limit, hoping he'd be awake long enough to make the most of this opportunity.

After the much needed shower Sam heads to his room in nothing but a low slung towel tosses it with his clothes into the dirty laundry hamper. Trouble came in carrying a tray of food locking the door behind her stops, inhaling sharply at the view of a completely naked Sam. He shivers as her eyes rove over him.

Sam’s not as bulked up as he was a decade ago, a leaner version still possessing a well defined upper body leading down to his flat stomach, the sharp v of his hips and those long legs. And between those legs...Swallowing hard and flushed Trouble moves setting the tray down on his bedside table as he hastily pulls on sweats and a grey t-shirt.

“Your three episodes behind in that series, figured you might want to watch it.” Trouble says grabbing his laptop and crawling onto his bed pulling up what he had been watching. “Have you seen it?” He asks sitting next to her.

“No, first your gonna eat,’ she gestures towards the tray with tomato rice soup, crackers and fruit, “then you can catch me up.”

By episode three Sam had eaten everything on the tray, brushed his teeth and was sacked out. Trouble shut the laptop down and placed it on the desk.

Turning out all the lights but a bedside one she slips back in next to Sam picking up the book she brought from the library. She’d been reading for awhile when Sam rolls over in his sleep, one leg landing between hers, arm draped across her waist and his head on her shoulder nuzzling into her neck murmuring, “back in my bed.”

As consciousness slowly filtered through the haze of extended sleep two things simultaneously get Sam’s attention, the cool scent of the Omega he’s spooning and his morning wood trapped between them.

“Must’a been a good dream,” Trouble yawns rolling onto her stomach, the sheet sliding down reliving her long legs and lower cheeks peeking out under her oversized T-shirt burying her head in the pillow mumbling “I was gonna leave after you fell asleep.”

Running a hand up the back of her thighs he pushes till she parts her legs far enough for him to touch her outer folds feeling how wet she already is before slipping two fingers into her tight channel. Trouble moans as he them slides deeper, making her wriggle against the mattress seeking friction against her clit. Sam crawls over wedging a knee between hers.

“Sam..we..sho..shouldn’t.”

Pulling his fingers out Sam moves straddling her legs, pinning them closed as he sits on her thighs stroking himself, using her slick as lubricant. Grasping her hips he starts rutting his cock between her ass cheeks.

Grunting, Sam shifts picks up momentum and with her under him, even like this, knows he’s not gonna last long. “Fuc..fuck Trouble..gonna cum…” Sam jerks back fisting his cock rapidly, cumming on her before falling forward and catches himself with one hand next to her, breathing hard. With his other hand Sam runs his fingers through his spending's rubbing it across her back.

Trouble pushes up onto her elbows looking back at him, “Dude, are you scent marking me?”

“Maybe.” Sam replies with a smug smile.

“So gross, Alpha.”

Sam was beyond frustrated and feeling sick on his drive back from Atlanta. The rumored sighting of Dean end up being a bust, another one of those crazies he’s sick of wasting his time chasing. Switching off the radio that's making his headache pound harder making him wish he was home already.

Trouble, utilizing her abilities, was able to help eliminate some of bogus reports. Unfortunately, when any of them got to close, Dean disappeared.

The last time she had him, he created some kind of feedback knocking her unconscious. Cas checked her over, telling Sam she would be fine.

When she woke up Trouble tells them she’s seeing Dean doing strange experimentation on different types of monsters using Archangel Grace and it scares the hell out of her.

That was Sam’s breaking point. He stormed through the bunker in full Alpha mode from the infirmary to Deans room, packed her duffel and hauled it to his room. Even Mary knew better than to get in his way this time.

Sam couldn’t get her off his mind anymore now he had her back in his bed. She allowed him hold her whenever they slept together but wouldn’t permit anything else since that morning.

The Lebanon City Limits sign was a welcome sight. Sam was sweating, shaky and just wanting to get home.

He arrived at the bunker wondering what the hell he had caught. Mary greeted him with a hug and frowned catching his scent. Sam played it off, saying the Beta who had one too many hits of the brown acid was ill and he must have caught it.

Another hunter handed him a bowl of soup and bad news about some gypsy vamps attaching truckers. He had them set up checkpoints and sat down to hack the traffic cams. Mary gripped his arm concerned as he’s typing but he says he‘s good. She didn't believe him but doesn’t push knowing he wasn't gonna stop.

Six hours later as he left Nicks room he felt a massive surge go through him, no longer able to ignore what was wrong and it was his own damn fault.

Sam had forgotten his suppressants and for the first time in years was going into rut. He made it to the end of the hall before passing out.

Cas had been by his friends bedside since Sam was found unconscious in one of the hallways days ago. He had been able to temporarily bring Sam's fever down and gave him sedatives to help him rest but with his age not being mated and having gone years without a rut his biology was demanding only cure, his chosen Omega.

Cas had called the Omega only getting her voicemail, left a message and began sending multiple texts.

He explained to Bobby that Mary had to leave the bunker, not only for her safety but the Betas also living there, unsure of how Sam will react to having another Alpha present when his Omega returned. Bobby found a case in Oregon that would occupy them for at least a week.

So Cas continued to do the only thing he could and watches over his friend.

Sam woke groggy from the sedatives to the strong scent of an Omega in heat pulling him to full consciousness.

Rolling onto his side he finds Trouble lying next to him naked, covered in a light sheen of sweat fitfully sleeping.

Moving to spoon her from behind he grips one leg hooking it over his rocking his hips sliding his engorged cock through her dripping folds, Half asleep she whimpers pulling out of his grip, drawing both legs to her chest. Rumbling in discontent Sam scoots behind her again, lines up and buries himself in her tight heat making her moan with pleasure, her cunt stretching around him.

Sam pulls out and hauls Trouble onto her hands and knees spreading her legs wide and sinks back in till his hips are flush against her ass. Feeling her relax around him Sam grasps her waist so tight bruises already forming and growling at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt he starts pounding his hips rapidly.

Trouble reaches out grabbing the headboard to stop Sam from shoving her into it since he has six inches and nearly seventy pounds on her and is running on his instinct to mate.

Sam's knot starts to swell he continues thrusting wildly wrenches her hips up, forcing her to arch her back more as he grunts ramming the now fully engorged knot into her cunt locking them together and falls over her back, rolling his hips as she clenches him cumming.

Sam pushes himself back upright pulling her with him, flush against chest seizes a fistful of her thick hair bends to bite deeply into her neck making Trouble cry out loudly and cum again.

As they counterbalance each other Sam runs his tongue over his mark cleaning off the seeping blood helping the wound seal up faster before shifting to lay them down on the mattress.

Feeling the tug of his knot Trouble clenches tightly around him again, sending another orgasm rippling through Sam, releasing more of his seed into her.

Sam wraps his arms around Trouble, their bodies trembling from the exertion and a feeling of immense peace he’s never had before settles within him. He places a kiss upon her shoulder as it dawns on him he’s finally being to call her his omega.

“It's just every time I think about ya know its a..its like a nightmare. I can't eat, can't sleep, it’s always just there watching.” Dean bitched as they’re walking through the hallways.

“Dean, it’s just a beard, I’ve been a little busy lately” Sam remarks back exasperated and relived to have his brother back giving him a hard time.

“Yeah well, that’s not an excuse ya know, ‘cause a.. Duck Dynasty called and they just they want it all back.”

“Some people say I look good.” Sam proudly states almost telling him why he’s really kept it.

“No..no Sam, no people say that.” Dean shakes his head.

“Duck Dynasty is a step up from Dr. Sexy in some peoples opinions,” Dean turns to counter that insult disbelieving his eyes like Sam did weeks ago.

Trouble’s leaning against the wall now sporting titian tresses that rival Rowena's.

“Good to have you back Dean,” She says giving him a hug, “and I like the beard.” Walking over to Sam she pushes him against the wall wantonly kissing in front of Dean.

Breathless, Sam touches his forehead against hers running his fingers along the flannels front, “I was looking for this shirt the other day ‘mega.”

“Hmm, my bad, suppose I need to be punished Alpha.” She teasingly remakes biting her lip as Sam purrs low in his chest sliding the shirt off her shoulders.

“You’re back together?” Dean blurts out in disbelief interrupting them.

Sam turns pulling Trouble with him, her back flush against his chest reaches up moving her hair revealing his mark.

Dean looks between them, “fucking took you long enough Sammy,” he barks before continuing down the hallway grumbling, “there better not be any more surprises.”

Sam nuzzled into her neck breathing in the new honey-vanilla scent mixing with her naturally cooler one reaches down placing his large hands protectively over her womb where their surprise is resting tenderly kissing her shoulder.

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[moosekateer13]

Off My Mind Part 2:

Off My Mind: Part 2

An: I wasn’t planning on doing part two but since I got a request for it here you go 😎.

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited love, Trust issues, Fluff

Summary: Y/N suddenly decides to show up at Jared’s door a month after she took off without a word. The big question is  why is she there and is there hope for them?

Jared’s P.O.V

“Y/N what are you doing  here? I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

You took off without another word from you.  You also never told me where you were going. “ I said. I am totally baffled why she would suddenly show up like this.

“I’ll explain everything if you would just please hear me out.” Y/N replied with a pleading look in her eyes.

I reluctantly let her in and lead her to the living room.

She takes a seat on the couch across from me.

“ Jared, I am so sorry I took off.  I just panicked when you told me you had feelings for me.

I am not good at letting people all the way in because of my history. The truth is I started having feelings for you too  and it scared me so I ran. ” Y/N said.

“ Going into this Y/N I knew you had those issues. I wanted to be the one to prove to you it was okay to trust again. You didn’t give me a chance! I know you have this fight or flight response. I just wish you would have decided to fight for us.” I replied

I take both of her hands in mine and stare into those beautiful Y/E/C

“ I am willing to try if you’ll still have me.  Y/N said.

I take a deep breath before I answer.

10 years later….

6101 Gun Bow Ct.

Austin, Texas

3 Bedroom Ranch house

Y/N’s P.O.V

Life hasn’t been easy. Was it the right decision for me to go back to Jared’s place, absolutely.

After that Jared and I started dating we dated a year before he proposed.  

 Flashback 9 years ago…

Fairmont Waterfront

Jared sure went all out for our One year anniversary dinner at the Fairmont.

We can see the gorgeous view of the waterfront from our table. Nothing beats the view of Jared smiling in front of me though.

“Y/N our one year anniversary isn’t the only reason I brought you here. I love you Y/N. I know it wasn’t easy for you to let me in, I am so glad you did. It’s been the best year of me life and I look forward to a lifetime  with you. Y/N, will you marry me? Jared asked as he was down on one knee

“ Of course Jared I will marry you.” I replied. Jared place the 2kt solitaire diamond  yellow gold ring on my finger. He pulls me out of my seat and then kisses me passionately. 

End of Flashback

5 months later we tied the knot. It was a gorgeous ceremony.

 8.5 years ago…

Fairmont Waterfront Hotel

I am so nervous today’s the day I thought would never come. I am actually getting married.

I fiddle with my lace and silk aline wedding dress.

“Y/N, stop fiddling with that you are going to mess it up. My mom said as she places the veil on my head.

My good friend friend Cheryl just smiles and shakes her head at me. She also rolls her blue eyes at me.

Cheryl and I knew each other from highschool and had reconnected during my college years.

We’ve been close ever since. There’s  no one else I’d rather have than her to be my maid of honour.

“Y/N, your mom’s right stop that. You look gorgeous. Jared’s not going to leave you at the altar if that’s what you are thinking. You know he’s not like that. “ Cheryl chimed in.

My dad comes to collect me it’s time.

I make my way down the aisle. Jared looks jaw droppingly handsome in his black tux with blue bow tie.  Jensen’s officiating the wedding. “ You look so handsome” I whisper to Jared as he takes my hands in his. “Thank you Y/N. You look breathtaking by the way.” Jared replied. 

“We are gathered here  today to  join Jared and Y/N in holy matrimony. They have written their own vows to each other.

“Jared, where do I begin. I am glad a  took a chance on us. Despite my issues you still wanted me. You’ve taught be what it is like to fall in love and trust the right person. I promise to love you through all the trials and celebrations life has in store for us.” I said.

“Y/N, I glad I could be the one to show you what it is like to fall in love and trust the right person.

 I promise to love you through all the trials and celebrations life has in store for us. Jared said.

Jared and I exchange rings.

“ I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Jensen said.

Jared kisses me passionately and then proceeds to dip me.

End of flashback

The sound of giggling interrupts my thoughts.

“Mommy” Paige and Peyton said as the jump onto top of me.

The twins are my mini mes. They have Jared’s stunning multi-spectrum eyes though.

“ Hi girls where’s your brother and your father.”  I asked.

“ Daddy and Lucas are outside playing catch. We wanted to have a tea party with you.” Paige and Peyton said at the same time.

“ Okay girls let’s go to your playroom than.” I replied.

I follow our 6 year old twins to their playroom.

We are their for about 10 mins before Jared comes in.

“ Hi, girls Aunt Danneel and Jensen are here  to watch you kids while your mom and I go out. JJ, Zep and Arrow are here as well. ” Jared said with a smile on his face. He kisses me lightly.

“ Yay!”  Paige and Peyton said at the same time.

We make our way to the living room where our 7 year lucas is chatting away with Jensen.

Lucas is Jared’s mini me. He does have my Y/E/C.

“Thank you so much for agreeing to watch the kids while we go out. “ I said.

“It’s no problem you’ve got go out to celebrate your anniversary. Plus it’s good to our kids have more bonding time.Now go on have fun ” Jensen replied with smile on his face. “ Shall we Mrs. Padalecki” Jared said as he holds out his arm. I nod in agreement.

I couldn’t be happier with how my life turned out. I am glad both us couldn’t get each other off our mind.

#off my mind #jared padalecki x reader #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer 13 #angst #unrequited love #trust issues #fluff

[moosekateer13]

Saxxxology’s Vol.1 Writing Challenge

Jared x Reader

#off my mind #jared padalecki x reader #saxxxology's Vol.1 Writing Challenge #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer 13 #angst #hint of smut #smut #unrequited love #trust issues

[atc74]

Dean Winchester x OFC Sasha

https://fangirlxwritesx67.tumblr.com/post/625183789290782720/fangirlxwritesx67-may-be-home-chapter-1-word

#submission #oc appreciation #oc's are people too

[fangirlxwritesx67]

Y'all it is 3 weeks until Christmas. 3 weeks.

In the interest of my sanity, I am going to try maybe to not write any new fanfics.

I do have over 50 one-shots on Wattpad and most of them haven't gotten many views here so I'll be doing some reworking and reposting

I'm still posting chapters of Taken By The Wind and continuing to write that story.

I'm working on a longish rockstar!Dean story that might be ready in 2020, maybe or maybe not be ready in time for @saxxxology and their Vol.1 challenge

I have a Rocifer request that's probably not going to happen until January

Of course I have my holiday challenge for @idabbleincrazy to writr and my 2(k inky) challenge for @there-must-be-a-lock which is almost done

All of this is assuming my crack brain doesn't do something like, "Hey you know what would be fantastic? 12 days of Christmas but it's 12 different SPN characters and either Sam or Dean has sex with every one of them!"

#writer problems #when you write smut #christmas #things ive learned writing fanfiction #viv answers