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Office Mistakes (Preview)

Started: 15.03.22

Finished: 20.02.24

Words: 3,979

Destiel


The boss cleared his throat, taking his feet off the table as she turned back around, expression carefully calm, “Aren’t you going to pass them out?”

The raven-haired girl took a deep breath, before plastering the fakest smile Dean had ever seen across her face, “Of course.”

She begrudgingly picked up one of the trays and began placing the coffees down in front of the men, who all could’ve tried a lot harder not to stare as her chest got within a few inches of their faces.

Dean shook his head, unable to tear his eyes away from the intern. She doesn’t deserve this. He didn’t know much about her other than her name and the obviously fake rumours that circled the office. It wasn’t enough that she was in fact the only female in the office – the guys apparently needed to degrade her further by letting her in on the Office Secret of Success: Shorter your skirt, higher you’ll climb.

What a bunch of dicks, Dean began to sweat as she got closer to his seat, should I help her? He picked his pen back up from the table, eyes starring intently at it as the click of high heels got closer, she is almost done now…

A moment later, an arm came into view, placing a coffee cup in front of him. He felt his cheeks heat up as he kept his gaze firmly on the pen, not wanting to accidentally look at the boobs that were only a few inches from his face. Why couldn’t she be taller?

“T-thanks.”

He heard a few snickers and felt his cheeks flare a brighter red, why did I take this job again?

“You’re welcome.”

His head shot up at the light shoulder squeeze, and their eyes finally met, hers surprisingly warm, crinkled around the edges with the genuine smile she gave him. Damn…

Just as fast as it had happened, the moment was over and she had moved passed him. He did his best not to get lost in the flowery scent that lingered for a little too long, and to ignore the raised eyebrows of his colleagues.

The sound of a hand hitting something filled the air and Dean looked up to his boss’ seat, where he was grinning like an idiot and Cas’ cheeks began to burn. He could tell by the expression on both their faces exactly what he’d missed, this isn’t gonna end well…

“Thanks Gorgeous.”

Cas kept the fake smile plastered to her face as she continued handing out the rest of the coffees. Dean watched as she reached the end of the table, before leaning her hands on the end of the table, inadvertently – or perhaps on purpose – pushing her boobs together, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Dean watched in disgust as a few men adjusted their sitting positions, what is wrong with them? before Mr. Newman waved her off.

Once she was out of the room, he adjusted the papers in front of him, picking up the coffee cup, clearing his throat, “Now… where were we?”

 

 

“I just wish there was something I could do, y’know? They shouldn’t get away with it.”

Dean slowed as he approached the entrance to Cas’ cubicle, this doesn’t make any sense. You just met, and didn’t even talk to her! Why are you getting so bent out of shape? He switched the paperwork from one hand to the other, taking turns wiping the sweat from them, maybe I should apologize for this morning…

He knocked softly on the wall, before poking his head in. Her back was to him, and she had one hand white-knuckled around a cell, “I swear to God, if one more person calls me Sugar, I’m gonna-” she whipped around then, phone snapping closed, “What?”

“Whoa, hey,” Dean held up his hands in mock surrender, “I-I didn’t mean-”

“Oh,” her expression changed as she saw it was the blonde, smile lighting up her features, “Sorry.” She placed the cell down on her desk, before turning back to him, tilting her head slightly to one side, nodding at the papers he was holding, “Those for me?”

“Uh…” he lowered his eyes to his hands and mentally face-palmed, “Y-yeah. Jenkins needs these by the end of the day.”

She let out a sigh before pushing away from her desk, rolling over to the blonde in her chair, snatching the papers, “Does anyone in this office do their own paperwork?”

“Well, uh, I-I…” he swallowed thickly, get it together, Winchester!

She raised an eyebrow at him, corner of her mouth pulling up into a smile as she rolled back to her desk, “Wow, I haven’t had that affect on a boy since the tenth grade.”

“Wh-what?” Dean felt his cheeks flare, “N-no! That’s not-I mean, I don’t-”

“Oh, relax.” She waved a dismissive hand at him as she stood up, “I’m just messing with you.”

She smirked up at him as she closed the distance between them, stopping a few inches in front of him, perfume beginning to envelope his senses. Were her eyes always that blue?

“… Well?”

Dean shook his head, bringing re-focused eyes to hers, “Sorry.. .what?”

She chuckled before pointing behind him, “You gonna let me out or…?” She shrugged, holding the papers out to him, “Unless you’d rather do the copies?”

“Oh, right,” he took a step to the side, unblocking the entrance to her cubicle, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt, “Sorry.”

“Relax, Stretch.” She sent a wink over her shoulder as she started toward the copier, “You’re the only one I enjoyed having in my box.”


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Vac-Ache-tion

Started: 19.08.21

Finished: 19.08.22

Words: 496

Samifer (implied), Gen., Fluff


“Why are you being such a baby about this?” Sam raised a questioning eyebrow, “Just come with us.”

“Why won’t you take no for answer?” Lucifer grit his teeth, hands balling into fists before he disappeared into thin air.

Whoa, The hunter sat on the edge of the couch, running a hand through his hair, what the hell was that about?

 

 

Hey.

Sam sat up in bed, looking around the dark room, hey.

Relax, I’m not there.

Oh, he settled back against the pillows, going back to his laptop, are you ready to tell me what the hell that was all about?

He heard a sigh, and could picture the fallen angel scrubbing a hand down his face, I shouldn’t of got that worked up.

No shit.

But you should’ve stopped pushing it, too.

I wasn’t trying to push you. Sams’ stopped on the line he was reading, not actually taking in the information anyway, I just thought you’d have fun. And I’d really like it if you came with us.

I know… I just… I can’t…

Can’t what?

 I can’t swim! There are you happy now?

Sam blinked, you can’t swim?

No.

Sam closed the laptop, doing his best to keep his laughter at bay, that’s it?

… What do you mean ‘that’s it’?

That doesn’t mean you can’t come with us! The giant took some deep breaths, unable to keep from chuckling, we don’t have to go swimming you know.

No?

No! We could go fishing, on a boat ride, sun tan… there’s tons of other things we could do.

“They won’t make fun of me?”

The brunette turned, soft smile on his face as the angel appeared in the doorway, “No. They won’t even have to know.”

The angel bit his lip, nervous look on his face, “It does sound like fun.”

“Yeah…” Sam slipped off the bed, padding over to his boyfriend, “So you’ll come?”

“I guess.” Lucifer gave a small smile, “As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m one hundred percent certain.”

“Okay…”

Sam couldn’t help but smile, “Is that a yes?”

Lucifer nodded, smile widening, “It’s a yes. Who knows? I might be great at cottage life.”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” Sam wrapped him up in a hug, “but I do think you’d enjoy it a lot.” He pecked his cheek, stifling a yawn, “Does that mean we can go to bed now?”

Soft smile on his face, the fallen angel nodded. He backed out of the hug, pulling the hunter by the hand back to the bed, turning just in front of it, brows furrowed in confusion, “What makes you so sure they won’t make fun of me?”

“Trust me,” Sam flopped down on the bed, stretching slightly as he yawned again, “they won’t be able to say shit.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the hunters’ confidence, “Why?”

The hunter flashed him a thousand-watt smile, before pulling him down onto of him, “Dean can’t swim either.”


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Contact High

Based on the Brad Paisley song of the same name. (Listen to it here)

Words: 667

Written: 19.05.13

NFF, Song!Fic


She felt her breath catch in her throat, as she locked eyes with the man on stage, I can’t believe it. She was momentarily stunned, unable to move as she watched him play, and she could’ve sworn the faintest smile crossed his face as he looked in her direction.

No, don’t be silly, she began moving through the crowd again, hoping to find an empty table, it’s all just part of his set. There’s no way he saw me through all these people. She situated herself at the small corner table in the back, mildly surprised to see it empty. She hopped up on the stool, before turning her attention back to the man on the stage, smiling as she watched him play, do I want him to see me?

She watched him in silence for a moment, heart fluttering as he closed his eyes, still singing, damn he’s cute…

She shook her head, can you stop being such a girl? Geez… she felt her cheeks flare as she looked away, turning to look at all the couples who were dancing, hoping the dim lighting was enough to hide her blush.

“Y’all are such an amazing crowd! We’re gonna take a little break, and then we’ll get right back to it.”

She felt her face split into a smile as she heard his southern drawl, damn, I forgot about that. She turned back to the stage, taking a sip of her beer as she watched him and the band file down the stairs on the side of the stage.

Now’s my chance, she took in a deep breath, sitting up straighter before running a hand through her hair, just as he turned and saw her. She couldn’t help the smile on her face as he began making his way over, stay cool. He’s just a guy. A really hot, southern-accented guy…

“Hey you,” his smile widened as he got closer, giving her a once over, eyes sparkling, “Why didn’t you tell me you were comin’ out tonight?”

“Oh, yeah, well, y’know…” she mentally face-palmed, get it together, girl! She began picking at the skin around her nails, casting her gaze down, “I didn’t want to disappoint you if I ended up not coming out.”

He shook his head, “You think you could disappoint me? Pfft,” he slid into the opposite side of the booth, “So… what’d ya think?”

“Oh,” she felt her face heat up again, and she picked at the skin more forcefully, peeling a piece beside her thumb down, “I really only caught the last few seconds of the song. But it sounded pretty good.”

He took her hand in his, effectively stopping her picking, and got her to look him back in the eye, “How about I sing you another?”

“W-wh… j-just me? I’d love that, but I mean….” Damn it, I sound like an idiot!

His smile widened and he slid out of the booth, helping you out, hand still clasped in his, “I’ve been working on a new one…”

“Y-yeah?” She felt like her heart was in her throat as he led her toward the stage.

“I’ve been working on it all tour,” he didn’t stop until they were right in front of the stage. He spun around, suddenly nervous eyes scanning her face, “Tell me what you think?”

She nodded mutely, barely registering when he let go of her hand and started up the stairs to the stage, giving her a nervous smile. What is he nervous about…? She watched in fascination as he picked up his guitar, pausing a moment – with his back turned – to take in a deep breath before turning and walking to the mic.

“Alright, ladies, gentlemen,” he pulled a stool over and sat down, getting control of the noise in a matter of seconds, “I thought it’d be time to slow it down. Now, this is a brand new song I wrote,” he glanced down at her, that sparkling smile back, “for a very special woman.”


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Countdown




Happy New Year!

This is the last fic of the year! Next fic will be posted Jan. 11th

NFF

Words: 826


Okay, tonight’s the night, we’ve been dancing around each other all year, he felt his palms get sweaty as he tried to psyche himself up, starring at the girl from across the room. It’s New Years Eve for Christs’ sake, people always kiss on New Years… don’t they? He took a deep breath, wiping his hands on his pants, okay, here we go.

He took a step forward, before being stopped by his – extremely drunk – friend, Pete.

“Hey, Dave!” even over the blaring music he could tell his friend was yelling, “You kiss ‘er yet?”

The brunette promptly smacked his hand across Petes’ mouth and dragged him a few feet away, shaking his head, “Can you keep your voice down?”

Pete nodded, eyes wide with surprise. He removed his hand, before immediately looking back at the girl. Pete turned to look before letting out a huff, “You ain’t just gonna stare at ‘er all night, are ya?”

“No,” Dave shifted his weight, “I’m gonna kiss her. At midnight.”

“At midnight?” Pete let out a bark of a laugh, “That’s some rom-com shit, ya know that?”

“No it’s not,” He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling his cheeks heat up, “People kiss at midnight all the time.”

“Yeah,” Pete swayed slightly on his feet, wrapping an arm over his shoulders’, “If they’re goin’ out, maybe. Not out of the blue. That’s just weird,” he took another swig from his cup, looking at the girl with a sigh, “Kissin’ a stranger at midnight… pfft…”

Dave chewed his lip, maybe he’s right, maybe… wait, why am I taking his advice? He flicked his eyes back to his friend, “How would you know?”

Pete blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“How would you know what’s weird? You’ve never kissed a girl before.”

“Dave, my man,” Pete turned so he was standing directly in front of him, “Ya don’t gotta kiss ‘em to do other stuff,” he wiggled his eyebrows, shit-eating grin splitting his face, “know what I’m saying?”

“Ugh,” Dave pushed his arm off him, “You’re disgusting.”

Pete shrugged, stumbling away, “But I’m right!”

“Here we go everybody!” The whole place went silent and everyone turned their gazes’ to the clock, “10!”

Dave shook his head, it’s almost midnight already? Shit. He took a deep breath before starting toward her, here goes nothing.




 

She spotted him halfway across the room, starring at her. She quickly looked away, unable to help but smile, please come over, please come over, please come over…

“Hello? Emily?”

She turned back to her friend, hiding the blush by taking a drink, “Sorry, what?”

Lola rolled her eyes, “Of course you weren’t listening,” she flicked her eyes over to the boy before sighing, “This is getting ridiculous. Just go talk to him!”

“I can’t!” She crossed her arms over her chest defensively, “We haven’t really talked all year and then suddenly I want to kiss him at midnight? It’d be too weird.”

“You what?” Lolas’ face lit up, “You want him to kiss you at midnight?”

“What? No, I didn’t-”

“Shay! Katy, get over here!” Lola all but pulled their two friends to the ground with her force, “She wants him to kiss her at midnight!”

“Aaawww!”

Emily sighed, oh great… all three girls starred at her expectantly, “… Must we?”

“Yes.”

Emily shifted her weight from one foot to another, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” Katy shrieked, “Your first kiss ever is on New Year’s Eve at midnight?” she touched her heart, “It’d be so cute!”

Emily pretended to vomit, before giving her a pointed look.

“Oh, come on, Em,” Shay gave her a pointed look, “You can’t act like you aren’t excited.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Here we go everybody! 10!”

“You’re allowed to get butterflies when you like a boy, y’know,” Lola placed her hands on her shoulders, dropping her voice, “You are a girl.”

“9!”

“Get off of me,” she slipped out from under her hands before shrugging, “I don’t know why you guys are making such a big deal about this-”

“8!”

“We haven’t even talked the whole party, and it’s practically midnight. It’s not gonna happen, so just forget it.”

“7!”

The girls’ faces fell but they all nodded. They all wrapped her up in a hug, and she fought the sudden wave of sadness that washed over her.

“6!”

Emily shook her head, trying to shake the sadness away as she turned her attention to the clock, “5!”

Guess there’s always next year.

“4!”

She felt a tap on her shoulder, heart stopping as she saw Dave, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. “Uhm… hi.”

“3!”

“A-are you okay? Do you need something?” She swore she could hear her heart hammering against her chest.

“2!”

He took a deep breath, before nodding to himself. He grabbed the sides of her face, sending a shiver down her spine, oh my God…

“1!”


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