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SPN + Pop Culture | TV Show references

#dean winchester

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 96/327

10.5 Fan Fiction Written by Robbie Thompson Directed by Phil Sgriccia Original Air Date: November 11, 2014

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester

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DEAN WINCHESTER in THE WINCHESTERS | SEASON TRAILER

#the winchesters #dean winchester

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Endless gifs of Dean Winchester  [110/∞]

↳ 6x06 - You Can’t Handle the Truth

#dean winchester

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B&B’s Christmas Advent Calendar ❅*⋆⍋*∞* Day 1 ⟶ Decorate the Tree/Deck the Halls

#supernatural #crowley #rowena macleod

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10.17 - Inside Man - for @spncreatorsdaily’s Gratitude Celebration - Day 1 + @bebecas’ Giving Thanks Follower Celebration - Week 4: Family

#supernatural #dean winchester #crowley

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I’m glad you do <3 thank u 

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Playing doctor | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean gets injured and show up on your doorstep, asking you to patch him up

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 0.6k

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''I hate when you do this. Showing up at my house in the middle of the night as if I'm your personal nurse,'' you said with a slightly angry tone. You searched through your bathroom cabinets for the first aid kit, praying there was enough supplies left for Dean.

''You kinda are, though.'' He flashed you a grin.

''I'm not my father, Dean. Bobby might allow you to pop up on his doorstep whenever, but I got other things to do than patch up stupid hunters who got injured during a hunt.''

''So I should've just bled to death?'' Dean asked.

You rolled your eyes and brought the first aid kit on the kitchen table along with a bottle of whiskey. He's gonna need it to numb the pain. ''You don't die from a shoulder wound. Now, sit down and drink this.'' 

The hunter did as told and sat on the chair after removing his flannel. It would've been preferable if he had taken off his shirt too - for medical purposes -, but it involved pulling it over his head and risk moving the bullet inside his shoulder.

You opened the first aid kit and pulled out alcohol, tweezers and gauze. You didn't know much about bullet wounds, but you had to figure a way to get it out of Dean's shoulder. 

A ribbon of curses left Dean's mouth as you poured isopropyl alcohol on his wound to sanitize it and used gauze to clean around. ''Playing doctor was more fun when we were younger...''

You ignored his comment, not in a mood to make jokes, and focussed on your job. ''Care to explain how you got shot?'' you asked, taking the priorly sterilized tweezers and diving for the bullet. Luckily, it wasn't too far in.

''I was on a shifter case. Turned out the fucker had a gun on him- Fuck! Do you have to play butcher like that? Just take the bullet out.''

You narrowed your eyes and went back to work, concentrating on the bullet. ''Don't be a baby. If you hadn't gotten shot in the first place, I wouldn't be doing this.''

Dean groaned in pain as you retired the bullet in his shoulder, gulping more whiskey to numb the pain. You wouldn’t want to be in his shoes. ''Got it!'' You grinned, holding the bullet between your tweezers and dropped it on the pile of soiled gauze. 

He took a long gulp of whiskey to relieve the pain - again. Having someone playing butcher with your shoulder doesn't feel nice without anesthesia.

''Are we done?'' Dean asked, ready to up and leave.

''If you want to go around your day with a gaping hole in your shoulder and get infection...and risk getting your arm cut off, be my guest.''

''You're gonna do stitches?'' 

You shook your head. ''It would be best, but I don't have the knowledge to do so.'' You cut a piece of gauze and covered the open wound, sealing it with medical tape. ''Change the bandage everyday and make sure to not get shot again.''

''Yes, m'am.''

A smiled curved at the corner of your lips. 

You began cleaning the table and ridding of the soiled items. ''You're lucky my roommate isn't home or else she would've freaked out. It's not everyday an old friend knocks on your door with a bullet wound and ask you to patch him up.'' 

Dean inspected the bandage on his shoulder, admiring your work. ''Just like the old days in dodgy motels, uh,'' he said. ''I miss those days, you know? When you'd hunt with us.''  

''Hunting isn't part of my life anymore, Dean.'' 

He leaned back on his chair, watching you move around the kitchen. You were in your pajamas and your hair was up in a ponytail. It brought back many memories. ''I know. I'm allowed to miss it, though. Now you're a college student and part time nurse.''

''I'm not a nur-''

''I miss us,'' he said boldly.

Your shoulders tensed. 

It had been difficult to detach yourself from the hunting life and put everything behind as it also meant leaving Dean behind. Dean and whatever relationship was between the two of you.

You wanted to be mad at him for missing you - missing you and him -, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it too. It was also likely the whiskey speaking. Sober Dean would’ve never admitted that he missed you - not in that way. 

''I miss us too.''

#dean winchester #dean winchester fic #reader x dean winchester #supernatural fic #supernatural

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Holiday masterlist

Christmas proposal | Sam x Jess

Dean Winchester, master baker | Dean x Reader

Fake marriage, snobby mother and booty call | Dean x Reader

Giving back | Claire x Kaia

Holiday guests | Dean x OC

Home for Christmas | Dean x Reader

In memory of my brother | Sam x Eileen

Modern day Clark Griswold | Dean x Reader

Mrs. Claus | Dean x Reader

Office affair | Sam x Reader

#supernatural #supernatural fic #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #reader x dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #Sam Winchester #Sam x Jess #sam winchester fic #sam winchester x reader #claire novak x kaia nieves #Claire Novak #kaia nieves #same x eileen

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Mrs. Claus | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You see an old friend during your work shift

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warning: strip club

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This year, Dean decided to spend his Christmas Eve night at the strip club. A little odd for Christmas Eve, but nonetheless enjoyable. All the performers - and staff - were dressed for the occasion.

At his arrival, the place was practically empty of customers, except for old single men who had no families.

Dean ordered a beer and found himself a seat by one of the stages.

It was strange to be there on Christmas Eve, but Sam was at college, celebrating with his girlfriend, and his dad was god knows where. He could've called him and tried to meet up for the occasion, but John had stopped caring about holidays a long time ago.

After doing your little performance, you left the stage and went to freshen up. Dancing is a lot harder and demanding than it looks.

When you returned, you scanned the small crowd for any possible paying customers. You spotted some regulars, classic lap dance payers, foot fetishizers and toe nibblers, and some who made you do some weird shit. They made good stories, but no one wants to walk on their four and pretend to be a cow.

One man particularly stood out to you. He had dark blond hair and wore a flannel button up. He was also the only man below his thirties.

You walked up to him in your sexy Mrs. Claus two piece - a red bra with white fur at the top of the cups and a tiny matching skirt that exposed the bottom curve of your ass -, swinging your hips as you went.

''What's a young, handsome man like you doing here on Christmas Eve night?'' you asked, taking his attention away from the current performer.

''Y/N?'' The surprise on his face was laced with delight. ''What are you doing here?''

''What are you doing here?''

You had met Dean a couple years ago at this very strip club. The club was busy that night and you were having trouble with a customer who was getting a little too handsy and persistent with you despite telling him to stop. He was drunk and no one from the security team was nearby. Luckily, Dean, who was sitting at a table, saw what was going on and jumped in and got the man off of you. Security then escorted him out and he was no longer allowed entry to this strip club.

After thanking him, the two of you spend the night eye-fucking each other from across the room and ended up in one of the private booths. Sex wasn't allowed at the club you worked at, but Dean didn't pay so it didn't count.

''Shouldn't you be with your family, eating Christmas roast and drinking mulled wine instead of drinking beer at the strip club?''

''And you, shouldn't you be dancing and doing tricks with the strip-pole?'' He grinned amusedly and you shook your head.

If it had been any other customer, his rude remark would have costed him his chance at anything with you, but Dean was just bantering.

''I haven't seen you here in a long time,'' you pointed out. ''Missed seeing your cute face here.''

You weren't going to lie, Dean was hot. He had a sculpted body, a firm ass and gorgeous green eyes. He also wasn't one of those men who only went after their own pleasure in bed. For this reason alone, he was golden.

''I haven't been in town for over five months,'' he explained, taking a sip of his beer. ''I went home to see my dad, but turned out my old man didn't come home for Christmas. He's still god knows where in this country.''

''I'm sorry, Dean.'' You squeezed his arm in sympathy. ''Would a lap dance make your night better?'' you asked flirtatiously, running your hand up his arm.

Dean slipped a twenty bill in your bra and you began, sliding your hands over his chest, feeling the curves and dips of his muscles over the plaid material. You turned around, your barely covered ass now right at his eye level, before sitting over his lap and swaying your hips in a teasing rhythm.

When you glanced over your shoulder, Dean looked smug and pleased, which encouraged you to tease him more. Perhaps you'll try your best tricks on him.

You continued swaying your hips and shaking your ass, watching Dean get uncomfortable in his seat. Why did he agreed to a lap dance from you? Why? Now, he wanted to touch - and slap and bite - at your backside, but had to fight the envy or he'd get a warning.

Strip clubs were a blessing in a curse.

''Enjoying the show?'' you asked, turning around and leaning forward to give a good peak at your breasts who were struggling to be contained in your Mrs. Claus bra. They bounced as you moved, earning a groan from Dean.

''No.''

Laughing, you straddled one leg over his lap while making direct eye contact. Dean was struggling to control himself as pants were getting tighter. Hell, you could feel him right under your ass.

''What time do you finish?'' he asked.

''My shift just started an hour ago,'' you replied, just as disappointed.

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To your surprise, Dean waited all night at the strip club.

Your co-workers were fawning over him. Could you blame them? If you were them, you'd want to get in his pants too. Men who looked like that matched the definition of a memorable night.

As the night progressed, you sensed an unspoken competition for who was going home with Dean going on, but he was already yours for the night. Sorry girls.

You got down from your second stage performance and joined Dean who was chatting with Dawn. From what you could hear, she was telling him horror stories.

''See this one guy over there?'' The brunette nodded at a silver fox a couple tables down. ''Last week, he asked for a dance - specifically from me. Want to know why? He said I looked like his grand-daughter.''

Dean grimaced in disgust. ''I'm gonna vomit.''

''One of my co-worker had a baby a few months ago and some guy asked her to squirt breast milk in his face.''

''Seriously, what is wrong with people?''

You laughed, taking a seat on the couch. The club had cleared out a lot by now so you allowed yourself a break.

''I could spend the whole night telling you weird shit that happened here.''

''People are weird,'' you confirmed.

Someone called out Dawn's name, informing her that she had a customer. She wished you two a good night and left.

''I bet that's not how you thought you'd spend Christmas Eve, uh?''

Dean shrugged. ''I get to leave with the hottest girl in this club. It's not bad.''

You made the mistake of looking at him. His sharp jaw could cut glass and you could already feel the burning the stubbles on his skin would leave inside your thighs tomorrow morning. His deep green eyes looking right at you and, god, you wanted to kiss him.

Before you could do something stupid, Dean broke your trance and stole the santa hat from your head.

''If I put this on, does that makes me Santa?''

#dean winchester #dean winchester fic #reader x dean winchester #supernatural #dean winchester imagine #supernatural family #supernatural fic

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Modern day Clark Griswold | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and Dean decorate your house

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 0.5 k

@spnchristmasbingo​ square: Decorating

- Having moved in your first house in the early fall, this year will be the first time decorating it for the holidays. You were very excited about it...and bought tons - too many - lights and wreath and bows than you'll ever need.

''What do you think?''

''I think it's a lot of white lights.''

Your Christmases had always been more colorful, but putting up colored light would've clashed with your style of house. These white light gave an elegant look.

''You told me to get white ones,'' Dean reminded, perched at the top of the ladder. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up and he wasn't wearing his jacket, the perfect combo to catch a cold. Grown men were just as stubborn as children.

''It didn't say it looked bad. It's just...very bright.'' You glanced at the mess of decorations laid out on the porch. The lights might be up, but you still had a lot left to hang and place. ''Where shall we put this reindeer?''

It was one of those who are made of wire and light up. A classic.

''By the door, perhaps?'' Dean suggested, getting down from the latter, finally finished stapling lights. He mentally patted himself on the back. For someone who had never decorated a house for the holidays, he was proud of himself. ''At the price this thing costs, we better see it.''

You laughed.

When you went shopping for decorations last weekend, you put things in your cart and didn't check the price before taking everything to the register. It turned out that this reindeer was worth three times the price of your car insurances. You bought it anyway, too embarrassed to tell the cashier your mistake.

You told Dean when you came home and, as expected, he thought it was hilarious.

You moved the reindeer by the door, right where Dean suggested. It looked perfect.

A little later into the day, you and Dean were debating on the position of the wreath when a truck pulled into your driveway.

''What's Benny doing here?'' you asked, seeing him backing his truck into your driveway.

The engine turned off and Dean grinned, forgetting about the wreath.

''Special delivery,'' Benny called, getting out of his truck.

You furrowed your eyebrows and glanced at Dean, feeling nervous. ''Dean? What's-''

With Benny's help, Dean uncovered the trunk to reveal a Christmas tree. Not the roughly chopped ones that's missing branches that you can buy grocery store during December. A big, voluminous tree, like the ones you see in movies.

''What do you think, sweetheart?'' Dean asked, waiting excitedly for your reaction.

It was a beautiful tree, you couldn't say the contrary, but it was at least eight foot tall.

''It's...huge. How are we going to get it inside the house?''

From the look on his face, Dean hadn't thought about that part through. ''Eh...'' He scratched the back of his head, rapidly trying to find a solution.

Beside him, Benny's eyes darted to the door of your house. There was no way this tree would pass through the door. Even if it did, would the ceiling be tall enough?

''I'll find a way,'' Dean said.

You scoffed, patting his chest. ''Sure, Clark Griswold.''

#dean winchester #dean winchester fic #reader x dean winchester #supernatural fic #supernatural #spnchristmasbingo

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In memory of my brother

Summary: Sam and Eileen celebrates Christmas in Dean’s memory

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Field: Creating new traditions

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

Word Count: 834

Warnings: None needed

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Three months had passed since that night. Three months.

There wasn't a day where Sam didn't miss his brother. Their bond had gotten so tight over the past years, traveling the country together to fight monsters, it was difficult to continue without Dean. To live without Dean.

Some days were harder than others, but Sam had promised him to keep fighting and live a life. Some days, he'd stay in bed till 11am, struggling to find purpose to get up and get his day started. Others, he'd be up bright and early and go on a morning jog with Miracle. Those were the good days. There weren't a lot of them, but there were some.

Although the bunker had become home, Sam couldn't bear to live there without his brother - or Cas or Jack. It was too painful. Everywhere he'd go, every corner of the bunker, held memories of them.

So, Sam had packed his belongings and drove to Eileen's, about to announce to her the terrible news he couldn't bring himself to write via text messages. She welcomed him - and the dog - with open arms, telling Sam he could stay as long as he wanted.

Three months later, Sam was still at Eileen’s and couldn’t have found a better person to share a life with.

He had long thought that Jess was his person. Beautiful, kind and smart Jess. Sam loved her so dearly. He had planned to marry her some day and have a family together, but the yellow-eyed demon had other plans and gruesomely took Jess from him, killing her like he did with Mary Winchester twenty years ago. Since then, Sam had never been able to fall in love. He had a thing with Ruby - although that was far from love - and Amelia, but it was never like Jess. Nothing ever felt like Jess - and never would.

Years later, while on a hunt, he met Eileen. Sam wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but they were able to bond and communicate due to his small knowledge of sign language - and awareness of the hunting life. Unlike most, Sam didn't think less of her because of her deafness. If anything, he saw her as stronger.

It wasn't easy to keep in touch while always on the road, but they made it work and, as time went by, their friendship developed into something more - as Dean had pointed out and teased his little brother about.

Although Jess was the love of his life, maybe he was allowed a second chance at happiness? A second chance at love?

‘’Merry Christmas, Sam,’’ Eileen greeted joyfully as he walked into the kitchen. She was drinking her morning coffee in a red sweater, honoring the festive holiday.

Sam pulled his eyebrows, the days and dates getting tangled in his head. ‘’It’s Christmas?’’

Eileen nodded. ‘’Yes. I made special coffee to celebrate.’’ She pointed to the kitchen counter where a bottle of gingerbread spice syrup was. ‘’Would you like some?’’

He flashed her a small smile. ‘’Sure.’’

Growing up, they didn't have great Christmases. John was never there - even though he'd tell his boys he'd make it. It was always just Sam and Dean - or Bobby, on occasions. Christmas was also the day he learned that Santa wasn’t real and his father wasn’t repairing cars or hunting animals, but monsters. Real monsters. Vampires and shit.

From that day on, Sam gave up on Christmas and stopped celebrating - and speaking about the holiday.

Until Dean had been scheduled to die due to making a pact to save Sam's life. That year, they got each other presents from a gas station and hung car refreshers in the Christmas tree of the motel room, drank eggnog and watched a football game together. It was a good Christmas.

It was also the last Christmas they had celebrated, being too busy fighting monsters and preventing an umpteenth apocalipse the following years.

‘’Sam!’’ Eileen said louder, pulling the tall brunet out of his thoughts.

‘’Sorry, what did you say?’’

‘’Christmas. We don’t have to celebrate if you don’t want to.’’

Sam almost took her up on her offer, not in a jolly mood today, but Dean loved Christmas. He loved the eggnog, the yule log, the overload of colorful lights in the streets, the carolling, the Christmas tree. And, let's not forget about Christmas dinner. He might never have had the latter, but Dean had always wished to.

Maybe Sam - and Eileen - could celebrate in his memory?

Sam shook his head, forcing a smile. ‘’No. Dean...Dean would’ve wanted us to. He would’ve wanted me to. I say we go all out.’’

‘’All out?’’ Eileen repeated, surprised.

‘’Yes. Let’s have a Christmas dinner and everything. Do you have as tree?’’

‘’I don’t, but I’m sure we could figure it out...and chop one ourselves.’’

‘’Can we bake a pie?’’

For Dean, Sam wanted to add. 

Eileen smiled, jumping into the spirits. ‘’I’ll see if we have everything.’’

#spnchristmasbingo #sam x eileen #Sam Winchester #eileen leahy #i wrote this last year but never posted it

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Home for Christmas | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean comes home for Christmas

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 0.6k

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Dating a hunter was unpredictable. There was no better word to describe the relationship.

They're always in the back of your mind when they are away, and you pray they'll return alive.

You never know when they'll knock on your door, nor if they'll have a couple scratches on their bodies or will need more serious care when they show up. They might stay for two weeks or only a couple of days before they have to hit the road again.

It's almost impossible to make plans in advance as they are always on the road hunting ghosts, vamps, shifters and other monsters. They miss birthdays and don't always have great phone reception.

You miss them and worry - a lot.

Most hunters chose to not have relationships and stick to seeing people left and right - no strings attached - since it's easier, but Dean chose the hard way and fell in love.

Being apart for a long period had been difficult at the beginning. Much more than you had anticipated. You thought it wouldn't be too bad since you were busy with school and work, but your bed was cold at night and you missed him terribly.

You were watching Christmas movies on Hallmark channel, bundled in a fluffy blanket and hot chocolate when Dean called you. You had been trying to reach him during the week, but got his voicemail instead.

''Do you think you'll make it home for Christmas?'' you asked, dreading his answer.

''I don't know, love,'' he answered honestly, looking at the newspaper spreads and sheets of research on the desk of his and Sam's motel room. ''Christmas is in three days. Sam and I are on this big case all the way in New Mexico...''

Before you came into the picture, Dean didn't care what day of the week it was or if there was a holiday. Halloween, Christmas or even Valentine's day were just another regular day for him. But now that he had someone in his life, he felt bad for missing everything - even your graduation -, but that was the hunter life.

''It's okay. I was just asking. I'll go to my sister's house or something.'' You tried to not let your disappointment show through and act like it wasn't a big deal, but, deep inside, you were crushed.

''I'm sorry. I wish I could make it, but-''

''It's okay, Dean,'' you assured, forcing a smile although he couldn't see you. ''I...I understand. You've got monsters to kill, lives to save.''

''I'll see you soon. I love you.''

''I love you too.''

It was a silly thing to cry over, but you really hoped Dean would be home for Christmas. Home as in with you.

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You didn't hear from Dean since that night. Sam and him must be busy investigating and focussing on their case - whatever it was. You used to ask about the cases they were working on, but stopped when you realized it was making you worry even more.

Dressed in your sparkly silver dress, you finished getting ready for your sister's Christmas party. Snow was falling outside and you couldn't help but wish Dean was here. Your heart felt a little empty without him which dulled your Christmas spirit.

Just as you were spritzing perfume, your doorbell rang. A frown creased between your eyebrows. It's 8pm on Christmas eve, who could this be? A peddler?

''Dean!'' You launched yourself at him, thankful for his strength, balance and build. Falling down the porch stairs on Christmas Eve would be very unfortunate.

He held you until the chill of the winter air pierced through your tights, forcing you to get inside.

''What are you doing here?'' you asked, unable to wipe the smile off your face. ''Did you and Sam solve the case already?''

Dean shook his head. ''Eh, no. Sam stayed in New Mexico. He told me to go home.''

Your grin broadened and you kissed him, tasting the lips you had missed so much.

#dean winchester #dean winchester fic #reader x dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fic

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sam winchester in every episode → 1.18 something wicked dean. you’ve been hiding something from the get-go. since when does dad bail on a hunt? since when does he let something get away? now talk to me, man. tell me what’s going on.

#supernatural #sam winchester

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sam winchester in every episode → 3.08 a very supernatural christmas look, dean. if you want to have christmas, knock yourself out. just don’t involve me.

#supernatural #sam winchester

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sam winchester in every episode → 1.01 pilot i’m not like you. this is not going to be my life.

#supernatural #sam winchester

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Office affair | Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and Sam escape the law firm’s Christmas party to have a ‘secret meeting’ in your office

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

@spnchristmasbingo​ bingo square: Secret relationship 

Warning: Making out? Undressing? idk

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Affairs between colleagues was strictly forbidden at the law firm Sam worked at - with a threat of getting fired if they get caught. The policy was clear, a workplace was not a dating site.

But that didn't stop Sam from hooking up with his boss' daughter - who also worked at the firm - on the regular. It was pretty out of character for Sam, who was usually one to follow the rules, but when it came to you, you made him lose his good-boy etiquette.

A knock on the door interrupted your and Sam's activities. You sighed with annoyance and parted, your blouse half unbuttoned and lipstick a bit smeared from all the kissing.

Sam cleared his throat and straightened his tie before opening the door a couple inches. It was the firm's secretary, Polly.

''Sorry to bother you, Attorney Winchester,'' she apologized. ''Mr. Fields is at the front desk. He came to deliver a few documents for his divorce. Should I sent him in?''

''Unfortunately, I can't receive him at the moment. I'm in the middle of an important phone call with a client,'' Sam explained.

''Oh, I see. I'll take the documents from Mr. Fields, then. Would you like me to take them up to your office later?''

''That would be perfect. Thank you, Polly.'' He flashed her a smile before closing the door.

An amused giggle left your lips as you buttoned and fixed your blouse. ''I guess I should get back to my office.''

A look of disappointment formed on your co-worker's face. ''I’ll see you tonight? At the party.''

You nodded, taking one last look in the reflection of Sam's framed diploma to thumb away the smudges from your lipstick. ''See you tonight, Attorney Winchester.''

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''Wow, you're looking smoking hot in that dress,'' Charlie complimented as you walked by the buffet. She was dressed in a pantsuit and silky blouse, not really a dress person.

Charlie worked as an IT and was a good friend of yours, making her compliment not weird.

You thanked her and took a glass of prosecco from the table. ''Where's Olivia? I haven't seen her around.''

''Oh, she isn't here,'' Charlie explained. ''Liv is making overtime, working on graphic designs for some video game.''

''That's a bummer. I was looking forward to see her.''

You talked a little more with Charlie, sharing each other's holiday plans. Being Jewish, her traditions were a little different than your classic Christmas.

''Might want to keep an eye out for perverts with that dress, Y/N. I just saw Henderson ogling your cleavage with drool coming out of his mouth.'' She grimaced with disgust, taking an appetizer. ''Do men actually think this is how you get women? By looking at them like they're meat in a butcher's presentory?''

Charlie's comparison got a laugh out of you. Ugh, men.

You looked the other way and, out of the corner of your eye, spotted a very tall man in a black suit. Sam. He was talking with one of the associates, nodding as the other man went on and on about something. His eyes were filled with lust when he caught your eye, silently begging for the two of you to escape this dreadful party.

You downed the last of your prosecco. ''I got to go. I'll catch up with you later,'' you told Charlie, eclipsing yourself.

''Hi, Robert. May I borrow you Sam for a minute?'' you asked politely, interrupting him. ''One of the wreath fell and I need someone tall to hang it back up.''

The elder man smiled at you. ''Oh, sure, sure. He's all yours.''

You took Sam by the arm, dragging him away from Robert.

''Thank you for saving me. Robert was telling me about his wife's digestive issues. He thinks she is gluten intolerant.''

You fought a laugh. ''Your welcome.''

''Shall we go fix this wreath?'' Sam asked, knowing very well that there was no wreath to fix.

You nodded once, locking your eyes with his. ''Yes. Please follow me. It's in my office.''

You locked your door, feeling Sam's breathing down your neck. ''Are you trying to kill me with that dress?'' His large hands slid up and down your sides, following every curve. ''I've been dying to get my hands on you since I saw you in the common area.''

You turned around in his hold. ''Killing you wouldn't be advantageous for me, would it?'' you asked, cocking an eyebrow. You traced your finger on the length of Sam's tie, not letting him time to answer before smacking your lips on his.

By instinct, he kissed back and grabbed your hips, lifting you from the floor, not wanting to deal with your height difference. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and pulled at his hair, gasping as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth.

One of Sam's hands was under your thigh, holding you up, while his other was sliding up your back. How he was able to do that was still a mystery to you.

You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. It's probably going to be wrinkled, but that's a problem for later.

Without breaking contact, he moved to set you on your desk and kissed down your neck, mindful to not leave marks behind as the neckline of your dress wouldn't do much at covering them. His stubbles scratched against your skin, but you relished it - it felt good. It was going to be chafed, but the burn will remind you of this mind blowing sex you had during the anual Christmas party.

You wrapped your legs around Sam and pulled him closer with only your legs, provoking a moan from Sam's lips as his lower half grinded against your. You covered his mouth with yours, muffling the sound of your moans. Although no one was in this area of the office floor, you had to tone it down a notch with the noises to not get grilled.

''We can’t stay here for too long,'' you said, taking a short break for air. ''Don’t want anyone to notice we’re gone.''

You had told Charlie you’d be back and you couldn’t have her - or anyone - look for you. While you could use the classic bathroom excuse, no one takes twenty minutes to pee.

Getting the message, Sam got to business, reaching up your back to unzip your dress. As much as he loved it on you, he prefered it off. He slowly glided the zipper down, causing your dress to slip off of your body and exposing your breasts. The chilly air of the room raised goosebumps on your bare skin, but you weren't going to be cold for long.

Sam pulled at his tie to loosen it and undid his shirt, feeling hot and eager. You ghosted your fingers over his toned abs and chest, feeling the muscles flex under your touch. Crazy what attorneys can hide this under their suits.

You stood from the desk, letting your dress fall down completely, leaving you to stand in your lace panty and high heels. You felt Sam's eyes staring you down with greed, never failing to make you feel beautiful and desired.

You bit your tongue to stop you from slipping a 'Merry fucking Christmas' and kissed him.

A soft echo of Michael Bublé’s Jingle Bells laced with heavy breaths and moans filled the office. The party on the other side of the door was forgotten, caught up in your own bubble of sexual pleasure.

''Pants off. Now.'' You reached out to help Sam with his belt while he chaotically worked with the zipper.

Suddenly, you heard the jiggle of a doorknob, causing the two of you to go still. Shit. Both your heads turned in the direction of the door which was, by chance, locked.

Relief washed on both your faces. That would’ve been a very compromising situation to be caught in. Especially for Sam. Being the daughter of the CEO, your job wouldn’t be threatened, but Sam’s entire career could be jeopardized.

You waited for the person to leave, releasing the breath you were holding.

''Shall we carry on?''

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