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smellingofpoetry · 1 year

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The right ones

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mary Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: People always leave him.

Square/s Filled: Whiskey (@spnchristmasbingo), heartbreak (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles)

Warnings: angst, fluff, Mary isn’t the mother of the year

Words count: 1018

Beta: @akshi8278 🖤

A/N: Hi!!! I’ve been quite busy lately, and I didn’t always have the time to sit and write. So, I’m learning how to take some time just for myself and write. I guess it’s working because here I’m. The idea for this fic came out of nowhere. I was actually thinking about Bones, this other old show I loved so much. I remembered this sweet scene with Booth and Brennan, where she asked him if he needed time and space. I always loved that scene, so I decided to take that quote and see how it sounded with Supernatural. The result is not that bad if you asked me but let me know what you think. Oh, and stay tuned because a lot of new things are coming your way soon. Enjoy! 🖤

She left him, again.

She did it right before Christmas, of all time. Who does that? His mom, apparently. He sighed while letting himself slip down the floor, his back resting against the bed. His mind was still too busy reliving the argument with his mom when a soft knock at the door caught his attention. Dean looked up just in time to see Y/N's head peeking inside the room. Shit, he thought when he saw her. He had totally forgotten they had plans that night.

"Hi..." She whispered, unsure.

"Oh sorry, I forgot about the movie."

"It's alright, don't worry about it," Y/N reassured him whit one of her gentle smiles. She slipped inside the room a bit more without entering properly, leaning to the door half opened. Dean watched her lingering at the entrance of his room, moving from one foot to the other. He never saw her so unsure, not around him at least.

"Did Sam tell you what happened?" He asked her, tilting his head to the side. Y/N sighed, resting her temple against the wooden door. She thought she wasn't being that obvious, but, apparently, she was wrong.

"Yeah. He also said you might need some time..." She whispered, gnawing at her lip. She glanced down, suddenly very interested in her shoes. "Do you? Need time, I mean." She asked him, peeking in his direction and catching him staring at her.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Okay."

Still biting her lip, Y/N glanced behind her ready to leave him alone. She was about to turn away and close the door when she stopped. Before she could even register what was happening her mouth was moving on her own accord.

"Do you need time and space?"

Dean's eyes never really left her. He saw her hesitation and when he was sure she would have left him too, she turned around catching him off guard.

"Just time..." he answered, giving her a barely there smile.

"Good, 'cause I brought the good stuff."

Y/N smiled at that, slipping inside the room, and showing him the whiskey bottle she was holding. She walked towards the bed, slid down next to him, and offered him the bottle. Dean took it and, without saying a word, took a long swig. He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand before passing the bottle to her. Y/N took a sip of it, tasting the strong flavor of the liquor before passing it to him again. He took the bottle again without drinking this time. He leaned forward on his knees, trying to avoid her eyes, and ducking his head down she heard him sigh.

"People always leave me."

It was just a whisper and yet those few words managed to break her heart.

"Is it me?"

"Dean..."

"Am I doing something wrong?"

The moment she heard his voice quivering at the end her eyes filled with tears. Y/N leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder while one of her arms sneaked between his in search of his hand. Against his better judgment, Dean opened his hand welcoming hers. His fingers closed around her warm skin almost afraid to see her go away too.

"Nothing's wrong with you."

"Then, why?" He whispered, leaning against her, letting his cheek rest on her forehead.

"It's not you, Dean. People leave all the time for multiple reasons."

He kept quiet, trying to process what she had just said to him. Maybe she was right; maybe it wasn't his fault. Not really anyway, even though it felt like it.

"How do I make people stay?"

Y/N swore her heart cracked a bit more for him and at that moment she knew: the world didn't deserve Dean Winchester. She let him go for a minute, turning towards him to get a better look at his face. She let her fingers travel along his stubble cheek, smiling at him.

"You don't, but that's okay. The right ones will stay by your side without you needing to ask them," she assured him, watching him leaning against her touch.

Dean swallowed hard, following the warmth of her fingers. She was about to let him go when he took hold of her hand, squeezing it between his warm ones. He leaned against the bed frame; his head turned to the side to have a better look at her features with their hands on his lap. His brow furrowed while her words echoed in his head.

The right ones will stay by your side without you needing to ask them.

"What about you?" he asked her, searching her eyes.

"What about me?"

"Do I have... I mean, are you...?" he stumbled, unsure of how to ask her.

To be honest, he wasn't even sure of what he was trying to ask her. He was just worried to see her walk away from him too. He knew that, in the worst case, he still had Sam. So, he wouldn't be completely alone, but he knew that losing Y/N too would definitely break his heart. He had already said goodbye to his mom, and he had to do it for a second time. He couldn't even say if it had hurt more now or when he was a kid, not that it mattered. And yet, if he really thought about it, he had to admit that he was somehow used to his mother's absence. The only difference was that this time was her choice to leave, which had hurt the most if he was being honest.

But with Y/N?

He wasn't used to not having her around, not speaking to her, not watching a movie with her, or simply enjoying a car ride together. And some part of him didn't even want to think how miserable his life without her in it could be.

"You're stuck with me, Winchester." she winked at him with a smile on her lips.

Dean's lips curved upward at that. He looked away, feeling his cheeks getting warmer under her gaze.

"I like the sound of that," he whispered, and his heart felt less heavy.

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katymacsupernatural · 1 year

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Surrounding Warmth

Dean Winchester x Reader

800 Words

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Filled: Sitting By the Fire

Every square inch of your body ached. From the nails on your toes to the hair on your head. You were battered and bruised. Not to mention exhausted. Barely able to slide out of the Impala, you leaned against it.

Dean was in just as bad of shape. He had a large gash above his eye, the skin already bruised and swollen beneath. His jeans were ripped, blood staining his thigh. Grimacing as he moved, he still came over and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Shall we?”

Nodding in agreement, the two of you staggered down the hallway. “What the hell happened to you two?” Sam asked as he placed his duffel bag on the table.

“Ghouls,” You both answered at the same time. Dean stopped at the table while you continued on, wanting nothing more than a long soak in a hot bath.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dean asked Sam, pouring a tall glass of whiskey.

“Jody needs help. I wasn’t sure if you would be back or not, so I told her I’d come help.”

You sighed, wondering if your bath was going to have to wait. “We can come with,” Dean offered, just as you knew he would.

“No, you two look like you need some time to relax. To heal. Jody and I have this,” Sam assured Dean.

The rest of the conversation continued on behind your door as you closed it. Grateful to be back home, you immediately slipped off your bloody and ripped shirt, throwing it in the trash. Your jeans went next before you gingerly stepped into the connected bathroom. While a long soak in a bath sounded amazing, you decided on a long hot shower instead. Leaning against the white tiled walls, you watched as the dried blood mixed with the water, swirling down the drain along with some of the soreness.

Once your fingers started to wrinkle, you turned the water off. Wrapping a towel around you, you headed back into your room to see your favorite lounge pants and sweatshirt laid out on the bed with a note.

“Whenever you’re ready, come to the library.”

Slipping on your fuzziest slippers you felt completely rejuvenated. Sure, your lip was still split, and your ankle ached, but you felt so much better.

Music spilled from the library, light from the Christmas tree filtering gently around the corner. Your slippers barely made a sound on the wood floor as you stepped around the corner. Stopping, you took in the scene in front of you, your heart full.

Dean was already in the library, lounging in one of the old fashioned leather arm chairs. He had already showered, his hair still damp and plastered to his head. A crystal glass hung carelessly from his fingers, partially filled with his favorite whiskey. He had already started a fire, the glow sending shadows across his face. His feet were bare, a plain white shirt stretched across his shoulders. He was dressed so simply but to you he had never looked better.

A cup of hot chocolate sat on the table beside your chair, filled to the brim with marshmallows. Coming around the chair, you brushed your hand along his shoulder. He barely flinched, his hunter instincts sluggish. “How are you feeling?” You asked him, settling down sideways on his lap, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face. Keeping your hand on the swell of his chest, you waited for his answer.

“Like I was hit by a truck,” he winched, shuffling his legs to get comfier.

“I can move,” you offered, starting to move. His hands clamped down on your waist, holding you in place.

“Don’t you dare,” he insisted, one hand moving up to cover your cheek. “You make it feel better,’ he answered. “Stay.”

Resting your head against his chest, you breathed a sigh of contentment. With the heat from the fire and his body enveloping you, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. “Love you,” you whispered against his skin, feeling his hand tightening against your waist.

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miss-madness67 · 5 months

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Advent Calendar 2022: Day 16

A story of 25 christmases with the love of your life, Dean Winchester.

Day 15

You linger anxiously, staring at the test in front of you. Dean, your best friend, your husband, is waiting with you for the results to appear. You were aware that this was a probable outcome of your current marital status, yet no amount of expecting it prepared you for the mountain of feelings coursing through you. Do you want this? Yes. Are you scared out of your mind? Absolutely. Your mind is working full speed, trying to grasp possibilities at the same time that you deal with your emotions. And if Dean’s face is any indication, he’s not doing much better.

“Whatever the result is, we are in this together.” The love in his eyes says it all. “We’re married now you're my family… You've always been. And you know I do everything for my family.”

The gentle spoken words make your heart beat faster. “I'm with you forever.” You're not usually a sappy romantic, but this occasion calls for it.

Minutes tickle by as you wait for the pregnancy test to reveal. In the background, you can hear the party happening outside. This is probably not a very good moment to discover if you're pregnant, but you really couldn't wait any longer. You've been suspecting your condition for weeks now, and it has been eating you up. You just told Dean about your hunch, and you decided the best course of action was not to wait. Maybe you should’ve done it before, but you weren’t ready then to face the truth. You are now.

The timer you set rings, and you approach the test carefully, as if it's going to bite you. Obviously, it doesn't, but now you know the answer to the question that has been running in your head for a while now.

“What is it?” Dean asks, and you detect eagerness in his tone. When you raise the test to show it to him, and beautiful smile blossoms in his face.

Day 17

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cringemesstickles · 4 months

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A Fluffy Surprise

Summary: Dean surprises Sam with a very special Christmas gift.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 2,323

A/N: This turned out WAYYY longer than I expected, but I’m really happy with it! Not exactly a tk fic, but there’s some in there at the end. :)

Merry Christmas, and enjoy!

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Christmas had settled over the bunker like a blanket of joy and warmth, the colorful lights twinkling softly in the dim rooms.

Dean had insisted on celebrating properly this year, going out of his way to bring home a tree, along with some ornaments for them to decorate it with.

With some time and dedication, the bunker had been transformed into a Christmas wonderland, with garland galore, and colorful lights strung from the railways and anywhere else they could put them… according to Dean, the more, the merrier.

He was very proud of his wording.

When the big day arrived, the brothers sat in the library where they had set up their modestly sized Christmas tree, decorated with colorful lights, some beads, and of course… the ornaments.

Dean watched with amusement and anticipation as Sam, sitting on the couch, gifts beside him, opened one of his smaller presents.

When Sam ripped off the wrapping without a second thought, the elder burst into laughter as his little brother jumped at the sight of a stuffed clown.

“Very funny, Dean…” He rolled his eyes, throwing the doll at his brother, heart still racing from the scare.

“Oh cmon, Sammy! It’s rude not to accept gifts, you know.” Dean replied, a smug smirk on his face.

“Not when it’s your jerk older brother.”

“Well then that makes you an ungrateful bitch of a little brother.��

Sam laughed, throwing the wrapping paper at Dean as well.

“I can live with that if it means I don’t have to look at that thing.”

The air was filled with warmth and playful banter as the two continued to go back and forth, taking turns watching each other open their gifts, eagerly awaiting each other’s reactions.

Once they exchanged the rest of their gifts, and Sam was stood up to start cleaning up the wrapping and tissue paper that had been carelessly tossed about, Dean made him sit back down.

“Hey, hey, hey, not so fast! I’ve still got one more present for you.”

The youngest Winchester furrowed his brows.

Dean had a spark in his eye that typically meant he was up to no good, and Sam wouldn’t hold it past him to pull a prank, even on Christmas.

“Really? And why didn’t you put it under the tree?”

“Just close your eyes, Sammy!” Urged Dean, getting a reluctant sigh from his little brother.

“Fine… but this better not be a prank!”

Dean grinned as he watched the younger close his eyes, his body tense with anticipation of whatever he thought his big brother was up to.

As Sam sat staring at the backs of his eyelids, he heard his brother shuffling around before he heard what sounded like a box being placed in front of him.

“Alright, Sammy, open your eyes.”

Sure enough, Sam opened his eyes to find a medium sized box sitting in front of him, lacking the festive wrapping that all the other boxes had. It also wasn’t taped like the other boxes, nor was it closed very tightly, looking as if it might pop open at any second.

“Nice packaging, Dean. How’d you pull it together?” He snarked, raising a brow at Dean, who had sat down in an armchair across from Sam.

“Shut up and open it already!”

Sam braced himself as he hesitantly reached out, a nervousness in his eyes as if he was expecting something to pop out and scare him.

Sam gently grabbed the cardboard flaps that were somewhat sealing the box’s contents.

The youngest Winchester slowly opened the box…

The elder observed his little brother, watching the way his expression fell when he got a peek inside the box.

Sam closed the box again, his breath hitching, unsure if he was dreaming or hallucinating because surely, Dean couldn’t have gotten…

The younger looked up at his big brother, scanning for any trace of insincerity that he could find, but only finding genuine warmth and affection.

“Well, what is it? Open it all the way, man.” Dean encouraged, his eyes soft with love for his little brother.

Sam was frozen for a moment, disbelief coursing through him before he shook it off and opened the box once more.

The sight that greeted Sam was one that had been in his dreams for countless years… a tiny brown puppy with big, expressive eyes staring into his own, wagging its tail and giving a playful bark.

The taller hunter put a hand over his mouth, his eyes glimmering with tears, reflecting the colorful Christmas lights around them.

“D-Dean, is this…”

Dean nodded, his heart clenching at his brother’s reaction.

“He’s all yours, Sammy.”

Sam was speechless.

Growing up, Sam would always beg their father for a dog, but their life on the road just couldn’t allow one, no matter how Sam promised to take care of it.

Even as Sam got older and it was just him and Dean, he would still try to convince his brother that a dog would be good for them, though Dean protested against it, bringing up how most motel’s didn’t allow dogs and how he didn’t want it stinking up the impala.

Then when they found the bunker, Sam brought it up again, to which Dean brushed it off and dismissed the idea.

But just because he couldn’t have a dog doesn’t mean he didn’t dream of having one.

“Dean, I…”

“You’ve always wanted one, haven’t you?” Dean smiled warmly.

Sam couldn’t speak, so he simply nodded.

The elder could see the colorful lights reflecting in the younger’s eyes, the way his lips pursed, and the furrow in his brows; it was clear to anyone, especially Dean, that Sam was fighting back tears.

“You know, it’s okay to cry, Sammy...” he assured, his eyes softening.

He’d normally tease Sam for being emotional over gifts, but this time was far different.

This was more than just a sentimental gift… it was a new member of the family.

Finally giving into his emotions, Sam let the tears flow freely, reaching out to pet the pup’s soft, brown fur.

“Hey there, little guy…” Sam choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks.

The puppy licked Sam’s hand and gave a high pitched bark, almost as if it was saying hello back.

The youngest Winchester giggled through his tears, smitten with the creature’s sweetness.

He carefully picked up his new friend, holding it to his chest and tucking it’s head under his chin.

A fresh wave of tears broke free when the puppy snuggled into him, the salty droplets soaking into the fluffy fur.

Dean’s heart was melting at the precious sight, having not expected his brother to have such an emotional response.

“You’ve been begging ever since you were three… figured now that we have a home, it’s about time.”

Dean’s eyes were filled with fondness as he watched his little brother struggle to grasp reality, looking as though he’s afraid of waking up.

“I didn’t buy anything for him yet… thought the three of us could go to the pet store and you could pick out some stuff for him; like some toys, a bed, a collar… all the puppy necessities.”

The younger hunter nodded, looking at the puppy in his arms, a wet smile on his face.

“Would you like that, buddy?” Sam asked, causing the puppy to bark in response, making the brothers laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dean mused, grinning with amusement.

The furry pup nuzzled Sam’s cheek before showering him with puppy kisses, earning watery giggles from the tall hunter.

“He’s so sweet...” Sam smiled tearfully.

Despite holding the puppy in his arms and feeling its soft fur, it still didn’t feel real… like it was too good to be true.

Suddenly, as if sensing its new owner’s overwhelming emotions, the puppy let out a playful yip before sniffing and licking at Sam’s neck, electing a sudden burst of giggles from the tall hunter.

“Hehehey! T-That tihihickles!” Sam laughed through his tears, turning his head away from the pup.

The older Winchester chuckled affectionately, watching his brother struggle with whether he wanted to keep snuggling the puppy and endure the tickles, or escape the tickles and set the puppy aside.

Deciding on the latter option, Sam gently set the tiny puppy beside him, wiping the slobber off his neck before the little mischief maker decided to step it up a notch, growling and sticking its bottom in the air to indicate playfulness.

Before Sam could speak, the puppy pounced on him, knocking him over more from surprise than force, though the little guy was definitely strong for his size.

“Eek! Nooo, n-not thehehere!”

The creature began nosing at Sam’s shirt before enthusiastically lapping at the soft tummy, tail wagging about a million miles a minute at the sound of the human’s joy.

“D-Dehehean, hehehelp! He’s t-tickling mehehe!”

Dean shook his head, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“Wow, Sammy, you’ve only known each other for about five minutes and he’s already found your tickle spot.” He smirked, watching as his six foot four giant of a little brother got utterly defeated by a puppy that couldn’t be bigger than a football.

The taller Winchester wriggled slightly, keeping his force at a minimum, not wanting to hurt the tiny creature.

The puppy continued to investigate Sam’s abdomen before taking a particular interest in his bellybutton, its wet nose rubbing and sniffing around the skin before beginning to lap at the sensitive navel, eliciting a squeal from its owner.

“AH- NOHOHO! D-DEAN, HELP, HELP, HELP!!”

Sam’s laughter held a touch of desperation and Dean decided that he should probably step in.

Getting up, he walked over to the chaos, kneeling down to pick up the playful pup.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you little fur-ball.”

Sam’s giggles continued to flow out as he sat back up.

“T-Thahanks..”

Dean, now holding the little mutt, shrugged dismissively.

“No need to thank me… just doing my job. Isn’t that right, uhh… wait, what are you gonna name him?” He raised an eyebrow, realizing they had yet to name their new family member.

Sam blinked, pausing to think for a moment.

Sam’s eyes lit up. “What about Moose?”

Dean laughed.

“Moose, huh?” He held up the puppy to look at him more thoroughly. “I like it; it suits him.”

“Moose it is, then!” Sam declared with a bright grin, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Dean set Moose on the floor, watching him sniff around, taking in the scents of his new environment.

Sam’s eyes began to brim with tears once again, his heart filled with gratitude.

Suddenly, he flung his arms around Dean, pulling him into a hug.

“This was the best Christmas ever… Thank you so much, Dean… he’s perfect.”

Dean, only briefly taken aback, quickly returned the hug, rubbing his brother’s back when he heard that Sam was crying again.

“You’re welcome, Sammy… you deserve it.”

They stayed like that for awhile longer before Sam pulled away, sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes.

“You’re such a sap, Dean.” Sam giggled, to which the elder scoffed, shooting a skeptical glance at his brother.

“Yeah, right… says the guy who cried over a puppy.”

“Oh, shut up! I didn’t cry that much…” Defended the younger man, averting his eyes, cheeks turning a rosy shade from the slight embarrassment, causing Dean to grin triumphantly.

“Sure, Sammy… you also didn’t get tickled to tears by a puppy.” He teased, delighting in the way his brother’s face turned an even brighter shade of red.

“He’s tiny! I just didn’t wanna hurt him by moving too much!”

Dean shook his head with amusement.

“Yeah, right! Admit it; Moose is a regular little tickle monster!” Dean said before calling over Moose, who was curiously sniffing around the Christmas tree before bounding over, tail wagging excitedly.

Moose tried to jump up on the couch, only to find out that he was too tiny, resigning himself to whimpering and staring at the brothers with puppy dog eyes that were eerily similar to Sam’s.

“Aw, c’mere, buddy.” Sam cooed, picking up his new puppy and setting him down between Dean and himself, watching the little pup look back and forth as if he wasn’t sure who to greet first.

Dean reached out to scratch the furry ears before looking at Sam with a faux dreamy expression.

“He’s got your eyes, Sammy.”

“Yeah, laugh it up, Dean; with two pairs of puppy eyes, we’ll be able to get whatever we want from you.”

Dean raised a brow at the bold comment, though he knew it was true.

“I should tickle you again, just for that.” He swiftly darted his hand to Sam’s tummy, giving it a quick tickle, causing his little brother to burst into a fit of giggles.

Much to their amusement, Moose gave a playful bark before joining in, nosing Sam’s side.

“See Sammy? He’s a pro already!” Teased Dean, listening to the joyous laughter of his little brother.

“Nohohooo, I’m sohohorry!”

The elder chuckled, pulling his hand away, grabbing Moose as well.

“Well, Moose… you’re officially a Winchester; welcome to the family.” Said Dean, scratching the dog behind the ears.

Sam, catching his breath, looked at his big brother with a warm smile.

“Merry Christmas, jerk.”

Dean smirked.

“Merry Christmas, bitch.”

For the rest of that chilly Christmas day, Sam and Dean sat on the couch watching all of their favorite Christmas movies, their new family member snuggled up between them.

They would later take Moose to the pet store where Sam would pick out a charming red collar for his new puppy.

Throughout the experience, Dean watched with a loving smile as his baby brother enthusiastically walked up and down the aisles, asking for Moose’s opinion on each item he looked at.

Sam’s heart felt full with happiness, and from that day forward, it was Sam, Dean, and Moose Winchester.

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jackles010378 · 5 months

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I made my own tree 🥰😍

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af-queerart · 5 months

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It takes more time for a personalized postcard, otherwise I would make more,but I had a lot of fun making it

😇🔯

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unkindcorvid · 4 months

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Idk who originally posted this from A Very Supernatural Christmas so it looks like they're putting up the tree, but it makes me so fucking emotional.

#a very supernatural christmas #supernatural christmas #sam winchester #dean winchester

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 1 year

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Alone

Pics from Pinterest | Divider from @firefly-graphics

Title: Alone Summary: You missed your Christmas date with your boyfriend to be on your own. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader eventually Squares filled: Alone at Christmas for @spnchristmasbingo // Dean’s Flannel for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Free Space for @badbitchesbingo // Warnings: Fluff, Christmas day, lazy day. Word Count: 324

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It was Christmas morning, and you were still in your pajamas. You were supposed to be driving to your boyfriend’s house to spend the holidays together, but when you woke up, you weren’t feeling the greatest emotionally, you wanted to be alone, you needed to be alone.

You first put your phone in silence, then grab your boyfriend’s favorite flannel and your comfiest blanket for special occasions.

It was going to be a lazy day.

You grabbed the cookie container you had prepared to take to your boyfriend's, a mug of hot chocolate, set up a movie and got ready to spend a lazy day on your couch watching movies on Christmas day.

You should've told Dean that you weren't attending, but he was going to ask for explanations and you didn't have any, you just felt the need of being alone.

At some point you fell asleep because now that you were walking up, the sun was settling in and the weather was getting colder.

It was time to check your phone, and as you expected, you had too many text messages and missing calls from Dean. He was probably worried.You texted a quick "I'm fine. Happy holidays 💖" and put your phone down again.

Tired of Christmas movies, you put on a rerun of one of your favorite tv shows when you heard someone clearing their throat.

"You look better than me in that flannel, sweetheart," Dean said with his gentle voice.

"Hi babe," you greeted him stretching out from the back of the couch to peck his lips, "I'm sorry about today "

Dean shook his head and placed a kiss on your forehead, "you should've told me that you need this. I would've joined you"

"I needed to be alone. I'm sorry " you apologized hugging him.

"We still have some Christmas time and hot chocolate ready, let's finish this day together." He said, and then kissed you stealing your breath.

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Parents: My child is completely fine!

Your child cries over the supernatural Christmas special... they are not fine.

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narcissisticmf · 1 year

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a very supernatural christmas | dean winchester x fem!reader

description: after fighting pagan gods, y/n admits her feelings for dean.

trigger warnings: angst, mentions of death, seductive behavior, spoilers from season three, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 2.3k

December, 2007

Ypsilanti, Michigan

Draping some tinsel against the makeshift Christmas tree, you had a gentle smile growing as Sam played the festive music on the radio in the motel room the three of you were staying in. Snow fell outside, coating the windows in frost. Sam hung some car air fresheners on the tree as a form of ornaments.

The door to the motel room opened, revealing Dean with the bags of beer. You smiled and turned your head to see him admiring the decorated room. Sam smiled as his brother walked in, latching the door shut behind him.

"Hey! You get the beer?" Sam smiled as he held a shot glass of eggnog.

"What's all this?" Dean had a growing smile as he walked in further, placing the plastic bag of beer bottles down on the coffee table.

"It's Christmas," You smiled sweetly.

"What made you guys change your minds?" Dean furrowed his brow as he flickered his eyes between you and Sam. You pressed your lips together and turned to Sam with a questioning gaze.

Sam didn't answer and reached down to pour a small shot glass of eggnog for Dean. "Here, uh.. try the eggnog," He handed the cup to Dean. "Let me know if it needs some more kick," Sam held a bottle of whiskey as he and you both smiled while Dean took a small sip of it.

The eldest Winchester coughed after having sipped the alcoholic beverage and smiled, looking at Sam, "No, we're good."

Sam smiled happily, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded with a smile.

"Good. Well, uh, have a seat, guys. Let's do.. Christmas stuff, or whatever," Sam smiled, staring between you and Dean. You released an excited breath and placed the tinsel down, walking around the couch to grab your gift for Sam; you hid it behind the couch.

"All right, first things first," Dean smiled and sat down on a chair beside the couch Sam sat upon. You walked around the couch with Sam's neatly wrapped present and sat down beside him. Dean took out two packages wrapped in brown paper from a plastic bag and held them out for Sam to talk, "Merry Christmas, Sam."

"Where'd you get these?" Sam asked with a smile as he took them.

"Someplace special," Dean smiled and waited a moment before continuing, "The gas mart down the street." Sam and you laughed softly. "Open them up," Dean encouraged.

"Wait," You handed Sam the neatly wrapped box, placing it in his lap. Sam smiled brightly and you turned to face Dean with a bright grin, "I have yours in the car, Dean."

"Well, great minds think alike, guys," Sam placed his gifts down and reached under the couch to grab a few packages. He had two for Dean, wrapped in newspaper and one for you, wrapped the same way.

"Really?" Dean smiled with his teeth together.

"There you go, Dean," Sam handed the two gifts to Dean. "And here, Y/N/N," He smiled and handed you the smaller wrapped gift.

"Come on," Dean dragged out as he admired the gifts. You giggled and nudged his side as Dean smiled at you.

Sam unraveled his first gift, from the brown paper and laughed when he discovered them to be porn magazines. "Skin mags!" Sam smiled and you laughed, noticing Dean nodding with satisfaction. Sam opened the second gift and grinned, "Shaving cream."

"You like?" Dean smiled and Sam nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah," He grinned.

"Open mine," You gently nudged his leg with your knee as he smiled and placed the gifts Dean got for him on the coffee table. He unraveled the festive wrapping paper and smiled looking down inside the box; a leather journal and a copy of the Da Vinci Code. Sam smiled and pulled them out, admiring them.

"I knew you didn't have a copy of that one, and I figured a journal would be nice to have," You smiled shyly as he grinned happily.

"I love them, thanks, Y/N," Sam smiled and gave you a side hug.

You grinned and pulled back to turn to Dean who began to open his gift from Sam.

He released a soft chuckle and unwrapped them. "Look at this.." Dean grinned and held up a candy bar and a bottle of oil. "Fuel for me and fuel for my baby," He grinned and watched as Sam nodded. "These are awesome. Thanks," He placed them down on the counter.

"Good," Sam grinned and turned to you, "Open yours, Y/N/N."

You smiled and unraveled the small wrapping of the gift Sam got for you. You giggled and pulled out a small notepad with some pens and pencils.

"You're always writing when we're on the road," Sam grinned. You giggled softly and admired the gifts.

"Thank you, Sammy," You gave him a small hug and pulled back as he grinned, chuckling softly.

"Merry Christmas, guys," Dean raised his glass of eggnog towards the two of you. You smiled and leaned over to grab your glass and raised it as well.

"Yeah. Yeah," Sam smiled and the three of you clanked glasses, "Here, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, guys," You smiled sweetly.

There was a stillness in the room that lingered with tension, knowing that it could be your last Christmas with Dean. You released a gentle breath before sipping the strong drink. Dean whistled softly at the taste.

"Hey, Dean?" You asked softly, breaking the silence. He looked at you with a soft gaze. "Do you wanna see your gift now? I left it in the Impala," You rested your glass of eggnog on the coffee table.

"Yeah, of course, sweetheart. Yours is out there too," Dean grinned softly and placed his cup down on a coaster.

"Just be a second, Sam," You patted his shoulder as he nodded softly with a tight-lipped grin. You walked towards the door with Dean followed behind you. You reached for your jacket and shrugged it over your shoulders as Dean mirrored your actions with his coat.

Dean reached for the doorknob and opened for you from behind as the two of you exited the motel room and into the cold midst of the snowstorm.

You both walked towards the Impala as Dean unlocked it with his keys before shoving them back into his pocket. You reached into the backseat and grabbed the small neatly wrapped gift. Dean was rummaging through the glove compartment to find yours, a tiny box wrapped in brown paper.

You pulled yourself out of the Impala and shut the backdoor, standing straight as Dean made his way around the front of the car towards you. You smiled shyly and felt your cheeks grow cold due to the snowy weather.

"Here," You smiled and handed him the small present.

Dean grinned and handed you the small box as he took your gift for him. You smiled and waited for him to unwrap his as he peeled back the paper, uncovering a small cassette tape labeled; 'Our Songs' with a small heart drawn next to it.

He admired it silently and traced his fingertips over the masking tape that you wrote over in permanent marking. "I know you won't get much time to listen to it, but I wanted you to have something that reminded you of us before–"

"I love it," Dean smiled, interrupting you with utter smoothness. You smiled shyly and looked down at your gift from him. You unraveled it from the paper and it revealed a petite cardboard box. You looked up at him with your lips pressed together into a frown. He grinned and watched as your eyes flickered down to opened it slowly.

"Dean.." You breathed out slowly and pulled out a ring of his. It was the same one he always wore on his right ring finger. You looked up at him with tears welling in your eyes.

"I figured you might want a piece of me behind," Dean smiled sadly. You felt the snow stick to your hair as it did to Dean's. You sucked in a breath and looked down at the ring, taking it out of the box and slipping it onto your middle finger, has it had been the only one that fit Dean's ring.

"Thank you," You whispered shakily and rested the box on top of the car. Dean smiled softly and placed the cassette tape beside the box, reaching over beside your head. The closeness was intimidating. You lowered your head down to examine the ring and smiled gently as more tears fell from your eyes down the bridge of your nose.

"Dean, there's something I have to tell you," You whispered shakily, looking up at him with glassy eyes. He waited for you to continue with a furrow in his brows. You breathed out slowly and kept your gaze locked with him, "I've been a wreck lately. I keep trying to tell myself that there's a way around this, but I know there's not." The mascara amongst your lashes began to drip down under your eyes. "I've tried to come up with a better way to tell you this, but the more I wait, the less time I– we have," You swallowed the lump that built in your throat. "And if you wanna go, I want you to know that it's okay. I understand and I know there's no way around this. But I don't want to lose you, I can't," You lowered your head, unable to make eye contact with him due to how nervous and shaken up you had become.

Dean reached his hand to grip your chin, lifting your head to make eye contact. The cold air felt as though it froze your tears to your cheeks. You shakily breathed out, seeing the moisture of your breath freeze in the air.

"I love you, Dean," You spoke softly. He parted his lips and cupped your face with his large hands.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," Dean's voice was low as he dipped his head down to press his cold lips against yours. You gently held his wrists with your hands, the cold metal of his ring felt comforting against your hand. Your lips moved together perfectly as you fluttered your eyes closed, as did he.

For a few mere seconds, the cold air felt warm. You pulled yourself closer against him as he deepened the kiss, moving his hands to cup the back of your neck. You felt his tongue softly graze against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You tipped your head back and parted your lips, giving him permission. He smiled into the kiss and let his tongue play with yours. You laughed gently into his mouth and pulled back, still holding your hands against his wrists.

"I hope that means you love me too," You whispered shyly as he smiled.

"I love you, sweetheart," Dean whispered gently. You smiled and leaned up to press a longing kiss to his cheek, your lips lingered at the corner of his mouth.

"We should probably go back inside," You whispered to him quietly, feeling the warmth build between the two of you the closer you stood.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Dean nodded and brought his hands back, reaching over to grab the cassette tape he rested atop the Impala. You smiled and watched as he opened the passenger door and gently rested it in the glove compartment.

He stood up straight and closed the door, motioning for you to follow him inside.

"Wait, Dean," You started and released a nervous breath as he stopped in his tracks before the door. He turned to look at you with dilated pupils. You walked towards him and cupped his cheeks, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips against his deeply. He hummed against your mouth and wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying the sweet taste of your lips against his.

Pulling back slowly, you felt your cheeks flush with heat as you watched Dean take his thumb and swiftly trace his bottom lip. He stared down at you through his long lashes and grinned.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, allowing you to rest your head against his chest, fluttering your eyes closed. He rested his chin against the top of your head and stared up at the snow falling from the clear night sky. You released a soft breath and squeezed him tightly.

"Don't let go just yet," You whispered.

"I wasn't going to, sweetheart," Dean spoke softly and kissed your forehead.

The two of you stood like that for a while before you both walked back into the motel room. Sam grinned at the two of you as you both smiled back.

"You guys were out there for a while," Sam commented with a gentle smirk.

You and Dean said nothing, but had grins plastered to both your faces. You sat down beside Sam as Dean took a seat against the same chair from before.

"Hey.. do you guys feel like watching the game?" Sam broke the silence, flickering his gaze between the two of you.

"Absolutely," Dean smiled.

"Yeah, of course," You nodded with a happy grin.

"All right," Sam nodded and stood up to flick the television on before sitting back down beside you. The three of you sipped your eggnog and enjoyed each other's company while watching the winter football game. You smiled softly and leaned your back against the couch, fixating your gaze on the television.

a/n: it's finally the holiday season!! merry christmas and happy holidays, cuties!! i hope you all have a great holiday and that you're celebrating it with close family and/or friends. this year has been a wild one and i'm so happy that i've gained all of you beautiful people who continue to read and support my work. i love you all very dearly. have a safe and happy holiday! <33 — angelina.

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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Mishapoc’s Mayhem-ft. Googley Eyes

Howdy, everyone. Sorry my Christmas series has been a little subpar as well as late and somewhat non existent. I haven’t been 100% these days but things will come around soon enough I am sure. Please except this little thing I did to make myself laugh.

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katymacsupernatural · 1 year

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Disposable Memories

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: photographs

Warnings: Angtsy. Not your traditional happy christmas story, but has promise at the end.

They were always there. Always had been, and always would be. Just barely out of sight but never out of mind. Always hidden just beyond the door as a permanent reminder of the love you had shared. The wonderful life you used to live.

And they would stay hidden All year long, haunting you. Tormenting you with the sweet memories that were all you clung to these days.

Ignoring them, you forced yourself to decorate. Placing garland around the windows, and lights on the porch. Your favorite little Christmas knick-knacks were placed carefully on the fireplace, and your antique little Santa plate perched on the coffee table.

Cookies were cooling in the kitchen, waiting to be frosted. That had always been his favorite part.

Finally, you could take it no longer. Pouring a healthy glass of whiskey, you pulled out the photo album that had been tormenting you so. Sitting down on the couch with the fireplace flickering in front of you, you stared at the tooled leather front of the album, wondering if you would finally be brave enough to open it and remember.

Another glass of whiskey was poured before you opened the cover of the photo album. There in the very first picture was you looking happier than you had ever felt before. A huge smile on your face as you stared towards the camera, sitting on the infamous black car. You were so young, so naive. It hurt to see how alive you had been then. So completely different than now.

Turning the page, your heart caught in your throat. It was him, the man who had brought a smile to your face. Dean Winchester. He had swooped into your life like a hurricane, turning your life upside down in an instant. He was charismatic and handsome, and so mysterious. Wearing that oversized and scratched leather jacket, he had stolen your heart in an instant. And when he saved you from the ghoul, you instantly took him up on his offer to travel with him and his brother.

The next pages were full of the first year with the Winchesters. Staying in horrible hotel rooms, traveling to towns and states you never thought you’d step foot in. Seeing and killing Monsters that for your whole life you had never known existed. It had been absolutely magical, and at least you had been smart enough to capture the special moments with the cheap little disposal cameras you always kept with you.

Your favorite picture is one Sam had managed to sneak in. It was of you and Dean sound asleep in the backseat of the Impala, his arms wrapped tight around you. It was so innocent, so sweet that it still made your heartache at the love you had felt for him. That you still felt for him.

As you delved deeper into the photos, you could see the change. It was subtle, very hard to see, but it was there. There were still pictures of you and Dean together. You still had all the love shining on your face. But his had somehow become more guarded. Shut down, and you never noticed it until later. After everything. Towards the end of the book, if he was in pictures with you, it was off to the side. Away from your touch, your love. It hurt so much to see that. A tear slipped down your cheek and you hastily brushed it away, tossing the photo album across the coffee table, knocking the Santa plate onto the floor. You watched in horror as it shattered into hundreds of pieces.

“Damn it,” you muttered, sinking down on your knees, and picking up the shattered pieces. Slicing your finger, you dropped the rest, heading into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, you stared out the window as you ran the cut underwater. Snow fell gently outside, blanketing the ground already in a thick coat of snow. The calmness outside helped relax you, and you pulled your hand back.

Back in the living room, you quickly cleaned up your mess, picking up the photo album once again and hugging it to your chest. No matter how much it hurt, you wouldn’t give up those years with Dean for anything.

You turned to the last page of the photo album. It was the hardest picture to look at. Taken the last day you had spent with Sam and Dean. It hadn’t been the best day. You could all feel the tension between you and Dean. He had been cold to you for quite some time, and no one would say why. Finally, somewhere in Michigan, Dean pulled you over to the side, explaining that you wouldn’t be continuing on with them anymore. That you were slowing them down. That he didn’t love you anymore. As you waited at the bus station, you had taken one last picture. Sam and Dean were in the Impala, both of their faces drawn in anger. You had no idea what they were talking about, but you needed one more memory, so you had taken the picture.

To this day, two years later, you have no idea what had changed with Dean. You had no idea what their conversation had been about. But you had stepped away from everything, creating a tidy little life for yourself here. It wasn’t much, and it seemed like something was missing. But at least your heart wouldn’t get hurt once again.

Shaking the morbid thoughts from your mind, you dumped the broken pieces in the trash can. Needing some fresh air, you picked the full trash bag, heading outside. Snow was falling down heavier now, making it hard to see ten feet in front of you. Tossing the bag in the bin, you started to head back inside when you felt eyes on you. Tensing up, you glanced around, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Heading back inside, you missed the dark figure sitting in the long sleek back car slightly out of view.

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