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Protest Line (Preview)

Started: 20.06.06

Finished: 20.12.26

Words: 527

Teen!Chesters, Cross-dressing

Originally written for the SPN Amino’s Pride Bingo 2020, for the Cross-dressing square.


“… Need any help?”

“No, it’s-” he heard another thump before the youngest let out a heavy sigh, “I… actually yeah. But you can’t tell anybody.”

What are you doing in there? Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face in worry and nodded, “Who would I tell?” He waited a moment, hand hovering over the door knob, “… Can I come in now?”

He heard some rustling, before another crash, and suddenly the youngests’ voice was closer to the door, “Promise you won’t tell Dad?”

Why do you sound… scared? Bobby barked out a laugh, “This may surprise you kid, but I don’t tell John everything.”

“O-okay,” he heard the lock on the door turn before it opened a sliver, youngest rushing back away from the door as Bobby entered. He turned as he saw Bobby enter and pointed, eyes wide, “Close the door!”

Bobby closed the door immediately and turned to survey the room. There was a broken lamp, clothes thrown all over and the youngest Winchester standing there in a pair of pantyhose that were sliding down his leg, and an ill-fitting evening gown hanging off his thin frame, looking like a deer in the headlights. Bobby took in a deep breath as his brain caught up to the situation, and he had to resist the urge to smile, “Well… I can see why you don’t want me to tell John.”


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Settle (Preview)

Written: 20.11.28

Words: 340

Crobby


“Well?” Crowley raised an eyebrow at the hunter, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.

Bobby starred at the new baseball cap he was holding, swallowing thickly, “What is this?”

Crowley pushed off the doorway and came over to the hunters’ desk, “What’s it look like?”

Bobby finally raised his eyes to the demon, unable to contain his shock, “… You do know what today is, right?”

“You think we don’t have calendars in Hell?”

“So then…” Bobby looked back to the hat he was holding, trying to put the pieces together, “You got me a present?”

“God, no!” Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he jumped up to sit on the edge of the desk, “Pfft, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“… So you just decided to give me a new hat?”

“Yep.”

“On Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes.”

“… You do know what the word ‘present’ means, right?”


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New Things (Preview)

Written: 20.11.28

Words: 606

Dean x Reader, 2021’s Valentine’s Day fic


“Are you sure about this?” Dean looks hesitant as he undoes his belt.

“Oh yeah,” You give him a thousand-watt smile and lay yourself back on the bed, before tying the t-shirt over your eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“Alright,” you hear him sigh before feeling the bed dip as he kneels over you, sliding the belt around your wrists.

You let out a low breath as the cool metal of the buckle slides up your arms, stopping only once it’s resting against the butt of your thumbs. You can’t help the goose bumps that break out across your skin as you feel him lean down over you, lips just a hair above the skin of your neck. His familiar warmth and scent envelope you, and you can’t help but notice how much more intense things seem when you can’t see what he’s doing.

In the next instant his warmth is gone, and you feel the bed rise as he presumably gets up. You frown, and slowly move your legs around, frown deepening as you don’t make contact.

“Oh come on… don’t tell me you’re gonna leave me here? That’s just rude.”

His low chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as his warmth returns, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

You feel something drip onto your stomach, and you can’t help but flinch at it’s coldness, “Jesus! What the hell is that?”

He replies in the form of licking whatever it is off you, tongue strangely rough, and you’re briefly reminded of your cat.

His tongue disappears again and you huff, “Now what?”

“I think I heard something downstairs.”

You shake your head, “Very funny, Dean. If you didn’t want to do this, we didn’t hav-”

“Dean?”

“Shit!”

Sams’ voice calls from down the stairs, and the next instant you hear Dean thudding around the room, presumably to pull on some clothes.


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The Prize (Preview)

Started: 20.04.25
Finished: 20.12.20
Words: 3,225
Destiel, Sabriel

“Are you sure you can handle them?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother in the mirror as he flipped his collar up.

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning himself against the door frame, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Hey, man, I’m just sayin’, if you can’t,” the blonde turned from the mirror, grabbing his tie from the bed, “We don’t have to go.”

The giant let out a chuckle, raising an eyebrow, “I just got back from a solo werewolf hunt, but you don’t think I can handle your kids?”

“Exactly, man, you’re beat!” Dean struggled with the tie for a moment, before letting out an exasperated sigh, “I’m serious, we can call this whole thing off if-”

“Dude, it’s your anniversary, you can’t cancel.” Sam pushed off the door frame, shaking his head before walking over, swatting his brothers’ hands away from the tie, “Enjoy your night out with Cas.”

“But what if-”

If they get unruly,” He shot his brother a smirk as he tightened the tie, “Gabe’ll drop them in a worm hole.”

 

 

“Taylor?” Gabriel came around the corner, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen as he spotted the five-year-old, who was struggling to pull herself up onto the fridge, “What are you doing?”

“Climbing.”

“Climbing, of course.” The angel couldn’t help but smile, and he cocked an eyebrow, “Just don’t go too far, okay? Wouldn’t want you to get stuck.”

The blonde smiled triumphantly at the angel as she reached the top, before she cocked her head to one side, eyes going wide as she saw just how far up she had gotten. She raised her wide eyes back to the angel, bottom lip beginning to quiver.

Gabriel shrugged, “This is why you gotta have a plan, Kiddo.”

She sniffed loudly, reaching her arms out in front of her, taking a step dangerously close to the edge of the fridge, “Down!”

He was across the room in the next instant, “Alright, alright, come on, Tarzan.” He reached his arms up to her, cursing himself for not being a foot taller, shit. He saw the fear in her eyes as he wasn’t able to reach her and he shook his head, shooting her a wink, “Don’t worry, Kiddo, this is why we keep Uncle Sam around.”

She gave the angel a small smile, and took a step backward, thankfully, just as her tears began to fall.

“Sam?” He did his best to keep what he hoped was a reassuring smile on his face, “No-no-no, don’t cry. We’ll get you down.” He turned his head slightly to the door, “Sam!”

A moment later the giant appeared in the doorway, twin brother tucked up under his arm like a football, “What?”

“We, uh, could use your expertise.” Gabriel nodded to the kid atop the fridge, reaching his arms up again, as if to prove he couldn’t get her.

Sam looked from the angel to the blonde, unable to keep the smile off his face as he made his way into the room. He placed her brother down on the ground before walking over to the fridge, shaking his head as he plucked Taylor from the top of it, “Climbing without a plan? Hasn’t Uncle Gabe taught you anything?”

“That’s what I said!” Gabriel shook his head as Sam went to put her down, surprised when she shrieked and tightened her grip around his neck. Gabriel cocked an eyebrow, “What, now you like heights?”

She shrugged and looked at Sams’ arms, “I won’t fall.”

“Riiight,” Gabriel rolled his eyes, hand snatching the end of Tyler’s t-shirt as he turned to leave, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“I want to watch a movie.”

Gabriel shared a look with Sam, who nodded, “Well that sounds like a great idea!”

They trooped out of the kitchen and into the living room, Sam depositing Taylor down onto the couch. Gabriel settled on the arm of the couch as Sam plopped down in front of the TV, beginning to sift through the stack of movies beside it, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Jurassic Park!”

Sam barked out a laugh, and didn’t bother to turn around, “Nice try.”

“Daddy let’s us watch it.”

Sam turned around and raised an eyebrow, reading the twins’ faces, “Really?”


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Son of a Bitch! (#3 – Christmas Edition)

Started: 20.12.22

Finished: 20.12.29

Words: 459


“Son of a bitch!”

Sam bolted upright, reaching for his gun on the nightstand in the dark. He tore out of his bedroom, sweeping the bunker as he went, “Dean?”

“I’m in here!”

He approached the kitchen, mind racing as he heard his brother continue to swear, “… You okay?”

“Fan-freaking-tastic.”

Sam stopped in the doorway as he spotted his brother standing in front of the open oven door, baking tray laying on the floor, amongst scattered pieces of broken cookies. Sam blinked in surprise, tired brain trying to make sense of the scene as he tucked his gun into the back of his pants, “What uh… what are you doing?”

Dean made the short trip over to the sink, running cold water over his bright red hand, “Burnt my hand.”

Sam shook his head, coming down the few steps into the kitchen, “And you’re baking at 4am because…?”

“I was trying to surprise you.”

“Why?”

Dean shook his head, “After the year you’ve had, I… I just wanted to do something nice.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “And you thought… baking was the best way to do that?”

The blonde gave his brother a pointed look as he turned the water off, shaking out his hand, “It is the holiday season.”

Sam scoffed, making his way over, to help pick up the broken cookies, “Yeah, but we aren’t exactly the celebrating types.”

Dean slammed his fist down on the counter, immediately regretting it as his knees buckled with the pain. He took in a sharp breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he let it out, “I just… I wanted to give you at least one good holiday memory. I mean seriously, it shouldn’t be that hard to-”

The blonde cut himself off as he felt his brother nearly slam himself against his chest, arms wrapping around his back, tightly. He opened his eyes and hugged his brother back, in spite of his surprise. Sam let go in the next instant, going back to picking up broken pieces of cookies, as if the hug didn’t happen. Dean stood there a moment, brows furrowing in confusion.

He made his way over to help his brother pick up the broken cookies, occasionally glancing at him as he helped, unsure of if he should say something. They continued in silence for a few minutes, before Dean couldn’t hold back anymore, “Sammy-”

“Don’t.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brothers’ tone but complied. Sam flicked his eyes up to the blonde’s face and sighed, running the hand that wasn’t piled with broken cookies through his hair, giving a sheepish shrug, “Sometimes you just need a hug, y’know?”

Dean nodded, unable to hide the smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth, I know.


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You Look Good (In My Shirt)

Originally for an art trade, for NerdyDork (Tumblr), who asked for: a DeanxReader x-mas fic.
Started/Requested: 19.12.08
Finished: 20.06.25
Words: 2,414
DeanxReader, Christmas Fic

I can’t believe they didn’t have it, you huff in annoyance and adjust your grip on the shopping bags, blowing hair out of your eyes. I don’t even know what other store might have it!

You transfer all your shopping bags to one hand, carefully digging your phone out of your pocket, I’m running out of time. You sigh in disappointment at the blinking low battery in the top right corner, I told him I wouldn’t take too long…

You stop at the stairs leading down to the subway, chewing your lip, okay, I’ll go check two more stores. And if they don’t have it? You begin down the steps, then he’s getting coal.

 

 

“Thank God,” Dean took a few steps back, collapsing onto the couch as he admired the freshly decorated tree.

“Told you we’d finish in time,” Sam placed the lid on the box of decorations.

“We wouldn’t of if she got back on time,” Dean glanced up to the clock on the wall, “she should’ve been back by now.”

“Maybe she’s still shopping?”

The blonde picked his phone up from the table, frowning at the lack of messages, “She would’ve told me.”

Sam made his way over to sit beside his brother, “Maybe her phone died?”

“Yeah, maybe…” the blonde sat up, boulder of worry beginning to grow.

The giant noted the movement, “Hey, don’t go there.” He clapped him on the shoulder, “She’ll be back soon.”

The blonde settled back onto the couch, keeping one eye on the clock, I hope so.

 

 

Am I blind? You spin around, wild eyes scanning the shelves, the sales rep said it would be right here. You begin reading all the tags on the shelf, maybe they’re just sold out? restlessly switching the shopping bags to your other hand.

You huff in annoyance as none of the tags are what you’re looking for, where else could this stupid thing possibly be? This was becoming less and less about finding the perfect present, and now was closer to a vendetta. I can’t go back with nothing for him. You internally groan, beginning to walk back down the aisle, maybe I missed it? They do rearrange the stores at this time of year.

You hurry down the other shelves, eyes barely registering the blur of shapes and colours, c’mon, c’mon… you huff again as you reach the first aisle, oh, well that’s just great. You shift your weight to your opposite foot, why would he lie to me about it being here? A sinking feeling comes over you then, as you feel yourself beginning to lose hope, I really don’t want to go back without it.

You close your eyes momentarily, taking a deep breath, okay, girl, think: where else could it be? It’s not like it’s holy oil, I know you can get it at a regular store. You re-open your eyes, the store name hitting you like a bolt of lightening, of course! I’m so dumb!

You hurry out of the store, ignoring the confused stares of the employees, resolve strengthening, he’s gonna flip.

 

 

“Okay, now can I worry?”

Sam watches as his brother paces the living room floor, “Dean, I’m sure she’s-”

“No!” He stops, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “No more of this ‘she’s fine’ crap! She was supposed to be here three hours ago!”

Sam sighs, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “I’m sorry, okay? I just figured-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Dean turns on his heel, going over to the door, pulling his jacket on, “I’m going after her.”

“Whoa, dude.” Sam followed, “Relax. Let’s take a minute and think about this logically.”

“Okay, sure,” he toes on his boots, “She wouldn’t just not come home!” He walks the few steps over, hand on the knob, “So – logically – I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.”

 

 

Finally, you feel as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders as you pick the God-forsaken present off the shelf, snaking your way back toward the checkout line, I’m never shopping on Christmas Eve again.

Your eyes go wide as you walk down one aisle, line of people halfway down it, oh come on! It wasn’t this busy when I walked in! You walk out to the end of the aisle, scanning the rows of closed checkouts, really? Not even the express is open? You hang your head and walk back to the end of the line, noting most people ahead of you had overflowing carts. Should I even try? You chew your lip before shaking your head, no, no. I decided to go shopping tonight, I deserve this.

You join the end of the line and sigh, he better enjoy this.

 

 

“Yeah, she was here.”

Thank God, “Great,” Dean breathed out a sigh of relief, “where did she go?”

The cashier gave him a once over, suspicion evident on his face.

Dean sucked his teeth, pulling the picture of them out of his wallet, “I’m her boyfriend.”

He still didn’t look convinced, why does she have to look so young, anyway? “I’m not sure, sorry.”

“Great, that’s… great.” Dean breathed out a heavy sigh, leaning his arms against the counter, giving him a pointed look, “You’re sure you don’t know? Did she say anything at all?” His eyes glanced to the door, “Did you at least see which way she turned down the street?”

The cashier shook his head, “Sorry, man.”

Dean resisted the urge to punch the counter, giving the cashier a tight smile before exiting the store, opting instead to punch the brick wall, “Damn it!” His heart quickened as he checked the time on his phone, and his sinking feeling grew as he starred out into the empty street, where are you?

 

 

“I’m back!” You burst through the door, dropping the shopping bags, smile sliding off your face as you don’t see your lover. “Dean?”

“Thank God!” Sam came rushing out of the living room, eyes wild, “where have you been?”

“… Shopping,” You toe off your shoes and give him a smile as he reaches for some of the bags, leading the way into the house, “Where’s Dean?”

“He went looking for you.”

“What?” You chuckle as you drop the bags, sliding out of your coat, “I know I was a little late, but-”

Sam gave you an exasperated look, “A little? Try three hours!”

Your jaw dropped, “What?” Your eyes shoot to the clock on the wall, showing it was passed midnight. Oh my God…

“He wouldn’t of been so worried if you had y’know called or something. He left you like, twenty messages.”

Oh no-no-no-no! You rush over to the couch, plunging the charger into your phone, impatiently waiting for it to turn on, “My phone died.”

Sam let out a triumphant chuckle, shaking his head, “I knew it!”

Your heart begins to sink as the screen flashes on, notifications popping up in a steady stream. You shake your head and punch in his number, bringing the phone to your ear, shaking your head, “I can’t believe this.”

You’ve reached Dean. Leave a message.”

Damn it, “Lover Bear to Batman,” you do your best to keep your voice calm, “Big Brown said you went solo? I’m back at base, so don’t unleash the cavalry. Give me a holler.” You hang up and collapse on the couch, closing your eyes, God I hope he doesn’t wait too long to check his messages.

“Big Brown?”

You crack an eye open to look at the giant, “Yeah…?”

He shook his head, “You couldn’t of picked a code name that doesn’t make me sound like a turd?”

You shrug, “You’re tall and have brown hair.” You stretch before getting up, heading for the box of wrapping paper, “Besides, Dean picked the names. You really think I enjoy referring to myself as Lover Bear?”

 

 

Dean scrubs a hand down his face, come on, where did you go? He lets out a heavy sigh as he continues down the sidewalk, why would you even be out this late? He pulls his jacket tighter around his body as a cold gust of wind blows by, worry deepening, of course this had to happen the week when Baby’s in the shop… He shakes his head at himself as he continues down the street, picking up speed as the wind picks up.

I never should’ve let you go shopping alone, He hasn’t seen another person on the sidewalk for about twenty minutes, which is doing nothing but making him lose his shit. He shakes his head again, what was I thinking? Now she’s missing on Christmas Eve. If anything happens to her, I swear to Chuck-

Dean stops as he feels his phone vibrate. Eagerly reaching into his pocket he suddenly realizes he can’t feel his fingers. Oh, come on! He rubs them, blowing breath into them, ends of fingers beginning to tingle as he shoves his hand into his pocket. Come on, come on… He pulls the phone out with the two fingers that have feeling, and feels triumphant as it lifts out of his pocket.

In the next instant, it’s caught on the lip of his pocket and goes crashing to the sidewalk, shit-shit-shit.

He sighs as he bends down, nearly frozen legs protesting as he reaches for it, letting out a heavy sigh as he sees the phone is now broken. He straightens back up, holding down the power button, half hoping to see the screen flash to life.

Well that’s just great… he scrubs a hand down his face as the screen remains black, doing a quick sweep of the street, I can’t keep going without a phone. He groans as he shoves the useless thing back in his pocket, now I have to drive all the way back… maybe I should pick it back up in the morning? He turns and begins walking back the way he came, shaking his head at himself, yeah, right. Like I’m gonna leave her out here all alone, at night… in the freezing cold. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself as the wind picks up again, get it together, Winchester!

 

 

“Please, just calm down.”

“Calm down?” You scoff as you struggle to pull on your boots, “How do you expect me to calm down? He’s still out there and he’s not answering!” You throw your scarf around your neck and take a step toward the door the giant is blocking.

“I know,” he has his hands out, eyes pleading, “But you leaving again and getting lost isn’t going to do anything. What if he comes back while you’re out, and then he decides to go looking for you, again?”

“B-but I-” You cut yourself off as his words sink in, crossing your arms over your chest, “You’re too logical, y’know.”

Sam cracks a smile and lowers his hands, “I know.” He moves away from the door as you begin sliding yourself out of your coat, “He’ll be back, soon. I promise.”

“I just…” you feel the pit growing in your stomach as you quick your boots back off, “I’m worried. If something were to happen to him because of me, I couldn’t-”

“Pfft, please.”

The voice from behind you gets you to turn, and you bolt to him, nearly knocking the blonde over, giant smile on your face, “Dean!”

“Whoa!” He catches you easily, and spins you around in a circle to keep from falling over.

“Where the hell have you been?” You back out of the hug, but slide your hand into his, “Oh my God, you’re freezing!”

“Yeah, well,” he allows you to pull him into the house, nearly tripping as he kicks off his boots, “I had to find you. Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

You let out an exasperated laugh, “My phone died, and then I got back and you weren’t here. I left you a message after I got back. But that was still a while ago.” You all but push him down onto the couch, climbing into his lap, beginning to rub the cold from his arms, “Didn’t you get my message?”

Dean lets out a chuckle, eyes crinkling as he pulls his phone from his pocket, showing you the shattered screen, “It broke.”

You shake your head and nuzzle your head into his neck, “I’m just glad you’re back.”

Sam turns expectant eyes to the two of you, “If only you had someone to tell you everything would work out…” He pretended to tap his chin in though, “Oh, wait a minute… didn’t- yes, I think so – didn’t I say that?”

You share a look with Dean, mischievous smile on your face, before he reaches over, tossing a pillow at the giant, “Shut up, Sammy.”

He catches it easily, before raising an eyebrow, “Sooo…” He looks between the two of you, “do you want to do the presents now or…?”

Dean chuckles, shaking his head, “I knew you didn’t stay just to see if she was okay.”

“Wha-?” Sam scoffed, “Of course I did!” He turned half-panicked eyes to you, “I’m glad you’re okay, really, I am.” He turned back to his brother, throwing the pillow back, “But we do have a tradition, you know.”

You snuggle yourself closer to the blondes’ chest, rubbing the arm you can’t reach with your free hand, “Well it’s gonna take a while to defrost him,” you flick your eyes up to the clock, “And it is pretty late. Maybe we should just do it tomorrow?”

“Welp, you heard the lady,” Dean wraps his freezing arms around you, sly smile on his face as he stands up from the couch, raising an eyebrow at his brother as he starts toward the stairs – you still in his arms, “I don’t know if you want to stick around for how I plan on warming up, but you’re welcome to sleep on the couch.”

Bitch Face Number Four, with a small chuckle, as Sam starts toward the door, “No! No, I’m good.” He shrugs his jacket on, waving as he opens the door, “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

You shake your head, unable to keep your smile off your face, as he starts up the stairs, “You didn’t have to kick him out, y’know.”

“Sure I did,” He reaches the top and brings you into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him, “I gotta give you your real present first.”


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Human Nature

Written: 20.06.14

Words: 445

Crobby


Bobby startled awake at the crash that came from the kitchen. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he cautiously got up from his desk, the boys shouldn’t be back yet.

He grabbed the Colt off the edge of the desk as he approached, taking aim as the kitchen door opened.

“Wait!” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “It’s just me.”

“Jesus!” Bobby let out a breath as he saw it was the demon, tucking the gun into the back of his pants, “How the hell do you keep getting in here?”

“Let’s just say some of your warding isn’t as up-to-date as you think,” Crowley smiled, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.

Bobby took the drink and made his way back over to the desk, “Thanks for the tip.”

“Is that any way to treat an old friend?”

Bobby shot a look at the demon, “Friends usually don’t have to break in.”

“Please,” Crowley waved a dismissive hand, “Breaking in would actually require effort.”

“You said you were here why again?”

“Can’t I come by just to chat?” At the disbelieving look on the hunters’ face, the demon sighed, “Fine.” He took a few steps toward the desk, “I was hoping to get your help with something.”

“No.”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask!”

“Yeah, well, last time you needed my help, I ended up losing my soul,” Bobby shot him a look as he took a seat at his desk, “So excuse me if I’m not exactly jumping at the chance to relive that.”

Crowley took a seat on the edge of the desk, “I gave it back, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, after I had to dig up your bones.”

“Semantics.” He waved a dismissive hand, “The important thing now is that you have it.”

Bobby gave the demon another look as he took the Colt out of his pants, placing it down on the desk, “You better get to your point if you don’t want another hole in one of your suits.”

Crowley shook his head, “Must you always be so… you about everything? I mean, honestly…”

Bobby gave the demon a once over as he let his voice trail off before sighing, taking his ball cap off to run a hand through his hair, “Listen, Princess, I don’t got all day. So why don’t you make yourself useful and wait for me upstairs?”

Crowley’s jaw dropped at the hunters’ suggestion. He open and closed his mouth a few times in stunned silence, before a wicked smile split his face as he eagerly hopped off the desk, “Happily.”


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A Lord and A Loser (Preview)

Written: 20.06.23

Words: 575

Dexter, 2020’s Halloween Fic

This is my first Dexter fic! It’s written from a victims’ POV. I hope you enjoy!


You groan as you come to, rolling your head from one side to the other. Your eyes fly open as you try to stretch out your limbs and feel them restrained. You strain your neck to look at the bonds, what the hell? Is that… plastic?

“Oh good,” a tall man wearing an apron and gloves comes into your field of vision, “I was hoping you’d wake up soon.”

Your brows knit in confusion, “W-what’s going on?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and points to a blank wall, “Usually, I’d make sure you knew exactly why you’re here,” turns away, walking a few paces back out of your line of sight, returning a moment later holding a knife, “But we don’t have time for that.”

“P-please, I don’t-” you cut yourself off as he comes around your head, and you feel a sharp sting on your cheek, “Please, j-just let me go.”

He carefully gathers blood from the cut into a small bulb syringe, before squeezing it out onto a blood slide, “We both know I can’t do that.”

“I,” you swallow thickly, what is wrong with this guy? “I haven’t done anything. Please.”

A faint smile lights up his features as he stares at the slide for a moment. He stays silent, starring at it for a beat too long, and the boulder in your stomach grows. He blinks at you, refocusing his eyes on the now – face going back to being creepily blank as he pockets the slide, “I wouldn’t call killing three children ‘nothing’.”


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2 Sentence Horror Stories (Preview)

Hey guys!

So for this Halloween, I thought I’d try my hand at some 2 sentence horror stories. Because you don’t need many words to get creeped out/scared. It was a fun challenge for myself, as I’m typically more of a ‘use ALL the words’ writer.

Also, I thought it might be fun to give you 1 horror story for every day from now until Halloween, which is why there is 23 stories below. So feel free to read all at once, or just read 1 a day from now until then.

Either way, I hope you enjoy them! (Also don’t fret – there will be a full Halloween story coming Oct. 23rd)


Started: 20.05.28

Finished: 20.06.09


  1. “Come to bed,” a voice whispers in the darkness.

I freeze in the doorway as I see my dead wife sitting on our bed, dropping the shovel in surprise, how does she keep getting out?

 

  1. Tears were shining in my eyes as I picked up my new born daughter. I held her up to my wife, as I patted her on the head, “It’s too bad you didn’t live to see her.”

 

  1. I stare at myself in the mirror, splashing cold water on my face, you need to get some sleep.

My reflection smirks back at me, before reaching through the glass, “Not tonight.”

 

  1. “Daddy, come play with me!”

I shake my head, blinking back tears as I lower another shovelful of dirt onto the grave, “No, Princess, it’s time for bed.”

 

  1. “Daddy, come tuck me in!”

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I get out of bed, shaking my head as I pad down the hallway, I never should’ve dug her up.

 

  1. I wiped a tear from my eye as I tore up the plane tickets, “It’s okay, we can always get them refunded,” I pressed a kiss to my girlfriends’ hand before getting up, heading for bed, why did you have to kill yourself this week?

 

  1. “There, see?” I open the closet door and give my son a pointed look, “No monsters.”

He smiles in satisfaction before sinking down into his bed as I head for the door, letting out a sigh of relief, thank God he didn’t look up.

 

  1. You awake from a deep sleep to the distinct feeling something is ‘off’.

Then you see the spider crawl out of your mouth.

 

  1. I see the blood on the window sill and immediately begin backing out of the room, I know how this ends.

I feel somebody grab me from behind, chuckling, “Oh, do you?”

 

  1. It’s kind of dark in here, I think as I get up to go to the bathroom.

Then the light clicks on.


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Second Wind (Preview)

Started: 19.07.09

Finished: 20.06.08

Words: 776

Sam x Jess


“Why can’t you just-” Sam cut himself off, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, don’t say something you’ll regret.

“Whoa, calm down, Texas.” Jess unfolded her arms and took a step toward the giant, “It was just a salt and burn, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“That’s not the point.” The giant let her guide him down to the couch, “You shouldn’t be hunting alone.”

“Pfft, what?” Jess gave him an incredulous look, “So you get to go out on hunts alone, and I can’t go out at all?” At the giants’ semi-nod, she raised an eyebrow at him, “You better be joking.”

“Well… it’s not…. I mean, you’re not, y’know….” he let his voice trail off, casting his gaze down, how can I make you understand?

“Not what, Sam? A guy?” She scoffed, “Good luck making that argument to Ellen. Or Jody.”

He was shaking his head, getting up off the couch, “No, that’s not… they’re different -”

“So… what?” Jess followed him up, re-crossing her arms over her chest, “I can’t hunt because I don’t have anyone close to me who’s been killed by a monster?”


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