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No Place I’d Rather Be

Reminder: This is 2020’s last fic. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I should be back January 15th with the first fic of the new year.


Written: 19.12.09

Words: 1,395

DeanxReader

Written for the SPN Amino apps’ Secret Santa 2019. I got Not Natural – The Parody, who’s favourite characters are Dean and Charlie. Their bio said they were a Dean girl, hence the xReader part. I posted this in the app last year, and apparently forgot to post it here.

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Oh, no-no-no-no! You spin around, eyes desperately sweeping over the boxes of Christmas decorations that litter the floor. I can’t believe I can’t find it… you drop to your knees and begin digging through the nearest box, it has to be here… he’s gonna kill me!

The turning lock of the front door made your head whip up like a dog, and you feel your heart leap out of your chest as the blonde walks through the door.

He shakes the snow from his hair and toes off his shoes, before stopping, eyes glancing to the half-decorated tree behind you, thousand-watt smile splitting his face, “What’s this?”

You stand quickly, nearly knocking the box of decorations over, fidgeting with your sleeves, “I-I thought you were going to be working all day.”

“Eh,” he waves a dismissive hand as he makes his way over, “Tony slipped a little something extra into Boss-Mans’  coffee, he should be out till tomorrow.” He notes the look on your face and raises an eyebrow, “If you don’t want to spend Christmas Eve with me, I can-”

“No! No, I do,” you force a smile and take a step closer, he’s so going to kill me, “I just wanted to finish before you got back, that’s all.”

“Oh, well,” he wraps his arms around you, and pulls you against him, winking, “Now I can help.”

 

 

“You…” the blonde closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You lost it?”

“No! Of course not!” Your hands are shaking and you’re doing your best to hold back tears, “I distinctly remember putting it in one of the decoration boxes last here. I just…” you sigh, hanging your head, “I can’t remember which box.”

“Oh well,” he drops his hand and shrugs, giving you an incredulous look, “That’s just great.” He stomps a few feet away from the tree, “the one ornament I have that actually means something to me, and you can’t find it. That’s… that’s awesome.” He snatches his coat and makes his way to the front door.

You feel your own rage begin to rise, and stomp a few feet toward the door, crossing your arms over your chest, “It’s not like I lost it on purpose.”

Dean shakes his head, wrenching the front door open, “I can’t deal with this right now.”

Your jaw drops as he disappeared, slamming the door shut behind him. What the… Fuck! You run a hand through your hair and take a deep breath. Okay, you shake your head, swiping at your eyes, spinning back around to face the mess behind you, back to problem number one.

 

 

“What are you doing here?”

Dean scoffs, easing himself down onto the bar stool, reaching for the beer bottle, “Save the lecture.”

“Hey,” Charlie held her hands up in mock surrender, “I was just curious.” She jumps up on the stool next to him, “Although, now that you bring it up…” she gives him a crooked smile.

He lets out a heavy sigh, “She lost Moms’ ornament.”

“So?”

He turns, “What do you mean ‘so’? It was Moms’ ornament!”

She raises an eyebrow at him, “Did she lose it on purpose?”

“Well, no, but still, I-”

She shrugs, “Then it doesn’t matter. Yeah it sucks, but are you really gonna let that ruin your holiday?”

He shakes his head and takes another swig, “You don’t understand…”

“Maybe.” She began twirling around on her stool, “But if that’s the worst thing to happen to you this year?” She shrugs again, “I’d say that puts it in your Top 10 Best.”

He gives her a sideways glance, “I hate you.”

She gives him a cheeky smile, “I know.” She bumps his arm, nodding toward the door, “Now go save your Christmas.”

 

 

You take a step back to admire the freshly decorated tree, giant smile splitting your face, damn, I’m good. He’ll love it! Your face falls as the knot reforms in your stomach, stop that. He will love it. You chew your lip as the cloud of worry begins to creep back in.

“Wow.”

You jump and turn around, cheeks burning as you see the blonde standing in the hall, “I-I didn’t-” you cut herself off, shaking your head, “You really like it?”

“’Course,” he flashes a small smile as he comes closer, “How could I not when it was made by my favourite girl?”

You’re unable to ignore the pang in your heart at the statement, “I’m your favourite girl now? Huh.” You turn back to the tree, crossing your arms.

You hear him take a few steps closer, but don’t bother turning, “You’ve always been my favourite girl.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes as he places his hand on your shoulder, and need to use all your strength to break out from under it, heading toward the kitchen, “Could’ve fooled me.”

“C’mon. That’s not fair.” He follows you in, placing his hands on the counter, “You know I’m not good at this.”

You scoff, “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you don’t accuse your girlfriend of purposefully sabotaging your happiness.”

“Wow, hey,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, “I never said that.”

You spin away from the oven to give him a look, “You might as well have. The face you made when I told you I couldn’t find it?” You close your eyes for a moment, image flashing through your mind, no longer able to hold back your tears, “God, Dean you looked at me like I killed her!”

His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, “Wha-? I-I… No, I…”

“You can’t look at me with that much hate and then just waltz back in here like everything’s fine!” You turn back to the stove, swiping at your eyes, “That’s not how it works.”

You hear him take a deep breath, before you feel his hands on your shoulders, “I didn’t… I could never… I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss into the top of your head, “I shouldn’t of overreacted.”

You sniff loudly and swipe at your eyes, willing yourself to stop crying as you feel his arms slide down to wrap around your waist, chin resting on the top of your head, “I-I’m sorry.”

“No, hey,” he spins you around, lifting your chin so you’re looking into his eyes, “It was just an ornament.”

You sniff loudly again before digging your hand into your pocket, pulling out the carefully folded picture and placing it in his hand. He gives you a quizzical look but opens it, revealing the faded family photo that had been in the ornament, “I…” you take a steadying breath, “I found it at the bottom of one of the boxes. The bulb was shattered, but I thought if we got some ribbon, we could put her at the top of the tree.”

He lifted watery eyes to you, smile on his face showing his gratitude.

You give him a small smile of your own, before sniffing the air, oh no! You push him back a few steps, grabbing the oven mitts before wrenching the oven door open, smoke billowing out, “No-no-no-no!” You reach through the smoke and pull out the burnt pie. “Shit!”

He peers over your shoulder and smiles at the black rock, “My favourite.”

You roll your eyes as you take the oven mitts off, “Please, don’t.”

“What? I’m serious!” At your pointed look, he sighed, before grabbing a fork  and digging into the middle, plunging a giant forkful of burnt pie into his mouth. He squinted his eye as he crunched through it, swallowing before flashing you a blackened toothy grin, “Yummy.”

“Yeah, I bet it tastes awesome now that you’ve burnt your taste buds.”

He shrugs at you before diving back in, unflinchingly putting another forkful in his mouth.

You can’t help but smile as you watch him continue eating, “You really don’t have to eat it. It’s fine.”

“I know,” he smiled at you around the black bits, “It really is my favourite.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“No, really.” He took another mouthful, “this is great.”

You shake your head as you watch him continue to devour the pie, “Okay, fine, I’ll bite: why is burnt pie your favourite?”

He shrugs, barely looking up from the ruined dessert, “It’s how Mom used to make them.”


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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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Believing (Preview)

Written: 20.04.22

Words: 581

DeanxReader, fluff


You stumble as you hit a crack in the sidewalk and nearly face plant. You luckily catch yourself and look around, feeling your cheeks heat up, stupid heels. You shake your head, before digging your compact out of your purse, checking to make sure you didn’t dislodge any of your carefully placed hair curls. Oh thank God. You sigh in relief as you see you didn’t mess up your hair and replace the compact, would’ve sucked if I did all this just for it to get messed up five minutes before he sees it.

You turn up the driveway and feel a small knot begin to form in your stomach. What if he doesn’t like it? You resist the urge to chew your lip as you climb up the porch steps, don’t think like that. He’s the one who suggested dressing up, remember? You shake your head at yourself as you go to knock, hand pausing in mid-air.

Why are you psyching yourself out? You know you look awesome. Don’t forget what that guy at the bus shelter said. You look smokin’! You swallow down your chuckle at the memory and take a deep breath before knocking.

“I got it!” You hear some rustling and hurried footsteps before the door swings open, revealing the wrong brother.

“Hey, Sam.” You give him a small smile and lean slightly to see around him, “… Is Dean ready?”

Sam gives you a once over, sly smile creeping up his face and he steps aside, “Almost.”

The knot in your stomach grows and you wonder if in your three hour getting ready routine you remembered deodorant. You go to take a step over the lip of the door and nearly face plant again, “Fuck!” You glare at it, “Stupid door.”

Sam catches your hand easily and chuckles, eyes on your shoes, “You sure that was the doors’ fault?”


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Injuries and Winchesters

Written: 14.07.01

Gen. Sick!fic, xReader


“Hey, where are you?” You hear one of the boys yell from the front door.

“I’m on the couch!” You yell back, punctuating it with a cough.

You hear some shuffling around and the scrape of him taking his boots off before you see a head poke in the doorway. Well, more like a mop of hair popped itself into the doorway.

Guess that means I know whose back. You thought, coughing again as you chuckled.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” Sam asked, stepping into the room to come sit beside you on the couch.

“I’m really good, actually.” You lied, with fake enthusiasm.

He nodded and hugged you, almost cutting your limited air supply off.

“You don’t have to be strong, for us. I know it must be a bitch.” Sam said, holding you out by the shoulders, studying your face.

“No, really, I’m feeling better.” You stated, trying to look at him with your ‘I’m not lying’ face.

“How could you call her a bitch?” Dean exclaimed, walking into the room, looking at his brother with a smirk.

“I didn’t!” Sam exclaimed, eyes going wide under his hair.

“I believe that Dean is what is commonly referred to as ‘teasing’ you, Sam.” Cas stated, popping into the room right behind Dean.

“Damn it Cas!” Dean swore, jumping slightly.

“I apologize Dean, it’s hard for me to gage how close to others I will be when popping into a room that is so…small.” Cas explained, looking around the tiny space, as if in wonder.

Dean glared at the angel before walking over to sit on the arm of the couch that your head wasn’t on. Sam was looking at Cas like he still hadn’t gotten used to the angel randomly popping in on them (which made you laugh because it had only been seven years). You moved to push yourself up on the couch, so you weren’t taking up all the space, when Sam put his hand on your chest, pushing you back down slightly.

“You shouldn’t try to move yet, you’re still in a lot of pain.” He explained, gently taking his hand off you when he’d noticed Dean’s eyebrow’s shoot up.

“No I’m not.” You protested, but allowed yourself to be pushed back down anyway.

“Cas, can’t you just angel mojo it away or something?” Dean asked, clearly not liking that you were injured for so long.

“Dean, we’ve already been over this, I can’t heal this type of wound. If I were to intervene it would possibly make it worse.” Cas explained, taking a couple steps closer to you.

“Wait, when did you go over this? And why haven’t I heard about it?” You asked, looking between the boys around you.

Sam looked down in guilt, Dean looked away, starring at the off T.V like it was the most interesting thing on the planet, and Cas just tilted his head in confusion, being the only one who didn’t take his eyes off you.

“You didn’t explain the complications?” He questioned, eyes flicking up to Dean.

“No, they didn’t. I was told you were too busy with the war and being hunted to have time to pop by.” You informed the angel through gritted teeth, sitting up against the arm of the chair, none of the boys noticing.

“Dean, why would you keep something as important as that from someone?” Cas asked, still seriously confused.

“Yeah Dean, why would you keep that from me?” You questioned, glaring at the hunter.

“It’s not just my fault – Sam could’ve said something about it too!” Dean defended, looking up to the angel with daggers.

“Hey!” Sam cried, looking up to his brother in shock.

“Don’t give me that, you know you could’ve and you didn’t, so I shouldn’t be getting all the blame for this.” Dean stated, standing up.

“At least I only found out this morning!” Sam yelled back, also standing.

“Were you going to tell me Sam?” You asked, curling yourself slightly closer to the back of the couch – sometimes you forgot how giant those boys were until they got angry.

“You did not! I saw you talking to Cas a week ago!” Dean accused, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sam’s face suddenly drained and he took a step away from his brother. He momentarily turned to flick his eyes over to the aforementioned angel before looking back at his brother and swallowing thickly.

“Y-you saw us talking or you heard us talking?” Sam stuttered, voice losing it’s menacing tone, making him sound like a frightened kid.

“What’s the difference?” Dean asked confused, his anger disappearing as well.

“Uh – nothing.” Sam replied quickly, eyes shifting down to look at the floor.

“Sam?” Dean questioned, eyes narrowing.

Sam turned his back to his brother, which you assumed meant he was heading toward the door to leave the room, when the angel popped up in front of him. Sam jumped back slightly surprised at the sudden occupied space in front of him.

“Sam, I think it’s time to tell them.” Cas informed, his gravely voice making it almost unnecessary for him to attempt to whisper.



You turned yourself around slightly, resting your arms on the back of the couch so you could continue to watch the action before you, regardless of the sharp pull from your injury.

One thing that continued to surprise you was that even though you’d been with the trio for a fair amount of time, mostly everything they did seemed like it was being done in a movie-esque way, as if begging for someone to swoop in and capture it on film.

“Yeah Sam, I think it’s time you tell me.” Dean piped up, his angry stare back now that he knew his brother had been keeping something from him.

Sam’s head went down and even though you couldn’t see, you just knew he’d closed his eyes. Cas dipped his head, as if wanting to get the hunter to look at him before placing a hand on his shoulder and his face softened immensely, conveying the most emotion you’d ever seen from the angel. Sam lifted his head up to meet the angel’s eyes and they seemed to be having a conversation in their heads before the hunter nodded reluctantly and turned back to face you and his brother.

Cas dropped his hand off Sam’s shoulder but let it dangle dangerously close to his hand, their fingers just barely brushing against each other.

“Sam, what have you been keeping from me?” Dean demanded, clearly getting sick of the wait.

“It’s really not that big of a-”

“Just tell me damn it!” Dean yelled, stomping closer to his brother, looking ready to punch him.

Suddenly, Cas was between the two brothers, oddly enough protecting Sam from the one person who was sworn to protect him. You looked between the boys, not sure if you should try and intervene or not, although considering that was how you  got injured in the first place, you were leaning more toward not bothering to step in. You gasped in pain and doubled over slightly, clutching at your side as you felt new, cool waves of liquid start to seep out of it.

“Dean,-” Sam was cut off by your gasp of pain.

You doubled over slightly, clutching at your side as you felt new, cool waves of liquid start to seep out of it, gritting your teeth, still trying to not show them how injured you actually were.

“Damn it!” Dean swore, running out of the room, hopefully to grab the first aid kit.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re gonna be fine.” Sam muttered, suddenly taking up the space in front of you, one of his giant hands on your shoulders.

All you could do was nod back in response, and try to keep the tears from falling down your face. Cas was suddenly beside Sam, his one hand on your other shoulder, the only way he’d figured out how to comfort a person. You pressed your hands harder into your side, and gave the boys a weak smile.

Dean strode back into the room, holding a few towels and the first aid kit. He glared at his brother, getting Sam to move, however slightly.

“Sammy, I’m gonna need more room than that if I’m gonna patch it up.” Dean ground out, obviously impatient.

“Why don’t I stitch it back up?” Sam offered, holding his hands out to receive the items.

“Damn it Sam! We don’t have time for this!” Dean exclaimed, throwing the items down before stomping back out of the room.

“I will go make sure he doesn’t do anything he’ll regret.” Cas stated before disappearing, leaving you alone with the youngest.

“I’m gonna need to move your hands away so I can get a good look at it, okay?” Sam asked, looking at you cautiously.

“Of course.” You replied, taking your hands away slowly, trying to hide your wince.

You absolutely hated how he was still the only one walking on eggshells around you, it wasn’t even his fault and yet he felt guilty. If any of them should be feeling guilty, it should’ve been the eldest, not the one who’d patched it up in the first place.

He pulled your shirt up slowly, watching your face for any signs of additional pain, which you had to admit was starting to piss you off – he should know by now that you weren’t a freakin’ china doll! You could take a hit – from Dean no less and not be reduced to a pile of tears, they needed more faith in you than they did.

“Sam, I’m fine. Just stitch it up so Dean can come back.” You stated, with a small smile.

“You want Dean to come back? Last I checked you liked it better when he wasn’t around.” Sam stated, raising an eyebrow as he set to work, wiping away the blood with one of the towels.

“Well, I’d rather have him in here than trashing some place else.” You reasoned, watching his hands to avoid looking at his face.

You knew that instead of what you’d actually said, he’d heard, ‘I’d rather have him take it out on me then something that doesn’t deserve it.’ Which bugged the hell out of you – you had gotten way to close to these boys.

“You know Cas and I wouldn’t let that happen.” He replied, eyes flicking up to your face.

“Speaking of you and Cas, were you actually going to tell him?” You asked, hoping to change the subject.

Sam let out a small laugh at that as he put the towel down and shook his head, picking up the needle.

“I was thinking about it, but Cas doesn’t want to tell him, he knew how pissed he’d be. So no, we’re not gonna tell him yet.” Sam answered, beginning to stitch your wound up.

“Of course he’s gonna be pissed but the longer you wait to tell him, the more pissed he’ll be. I’d say to get it over with and bear the enraged monster now.” You stated, with a small smile.

“I’m an enraged monster now, am I?” Dean asked, walking back into the room.

You looked up to him, still smiling as you pretended to give him a once over, before nodding, earning you a pillow to the head.

“Hey! I’m not done stitching yet!” Sam cried with a laugh, throwing the pillow back to his brother.

“Well hurry it up, Bitch. We got stuff to do.” Dean replied, his smirk returning.

Sam just shook his head and went back to stitching you up. You looked at his face, trying to gauge if he would reply but it became evident he wouldn’t.

“Jerk.”

Sam’s head shot up and Dean’s eyes widened as they both looked at you, jaws agape.

“What? Sam wasn’t going to say because he was busy, so I figured I’d fill in.” You shrugged, smiling at their matching expressions.

The brother’s looked to each other, expressions staying the same before looking back to you again. You started laughing at their faces – for men who claimed to only deliver bad news, they sure knew how to make someone laugh.

“What kind of stuff do we have to do?” Sam asked, slowly pulling your shirt back down and putting the needle away.

“We gotta talk about how long you’ve been dating a certain angel.” Dean deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sam looked up to his brother again, trying to see if he was serious or not.

“I haven’t been dating an angel Dean. Who told you that?” Sam asked, standing up and moving away to throw the bloody towels away.

“Doesn’t matter who told me. What matters is I know.” Dean stated.

“What does Dean know?” Cas asked, almost falling over the arm of couch as he popped in.

“Dean says someone told him I’ve been dating an angel.” Sam explained, throwing the towels away before walking back to sit on the coffee table.

“Did he say who?” Cas asked again, looking to the mentioned Winchester.

“Doesn’t matter who told me, what matters is I know.” Dean repeated, looking to the angel.

“Should this not wait until one of us isn’t seriously injured?” Cas suggested, taking a few steps so he was standing in front of you.

“I’m fine.” You replied automatically.

Cas gave you an ‘oh please’ look that would’ve been comical if not for the growing tension in the room.

“Cas is right, we can sort this out after we take of this.” Sam nodded, putting a hand on your knee.

Dean looked at the three of you before sighing and visibly deflating, nodding as he gave in.

“Fine, but I’m so kicking your ass after.”

“Deal.”


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Surviving

Written: 16.06.23

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“Hey,” Dean greeted you at the door with a thousand watt smile and a kiss, “how was your last day? You excited to be done?”

You shrugged your bag off and rolled your eyes at his enthusiasm, “I’m not done-done, I just finished this year.”

“Still,” he pulled you into his arms and squeezed you to his chest, “I’m proud of you, Sweety.”

“Okay, geez,” you snorted with laughter and lightly pushed against him, “can we be done with the mushiness?”

Done-done or just done for this year?”

“Oh ha-ha,” you tried to step back again without success, “Dean, I need to shower.”

“Excellent,” he swung you around in a circle, expertly getting your feet off the ground and began walking you over to the bathroom.

“D-Dean, wh…,” you cut off your question to protest as he threw you up in the air, “No-no-no-no-no,” he caught you just in time for you to hit his arm, “Don’t do that!”

“Oh, c’mon, you know I’d never drop you.”

“Oh?”

“Of course, you’re too adorable.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“I just like when you hold me tighter,” he winked and kicked the bathroom door closed, placing you down on the counter beside the sink.

“Yeah, well, you could always just ask, instead of giving me a heart attack,” you slid your shirt off as you spoke and smirked as you watched his eyes drift to your chest.

“Uh-huh,” he nodded in agreement but his eyes never left your cleavage.

Have I really been that busy with school? You leaned forward and pushed out your chest, making them appear bigger than they already were, “You like what you see?”

“Ooohhh, baby.”

The breathless reply shot straight to your vag, leaving a trail of goose bumps as your body woke up. You reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra, being sure you kept the garment to your chest. A sharp breath in escaped his lips and you could see his shorts were tented. He leaned closer to you, but didn’t make a move to touch. As if he was mesmerized by your little show.

Maybe it has been a while…

You carefully let one strap fall, then the other, still not removing the offending object completely. His emotions fought over his face, mainly between desperation and annoyance, but the man still didn’t move.

“Good boy,” you teased, before completely exposing your chest.

Now that your breasts weren’t covered, Dean’s expression softened to adoration. He took a small step forward and lowered his head, gently sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Ooohhh,” you cooed and closed your eyes at the touch, loving the electric wave that moved through you.

You felt a rush of wetness from your opening and was surprised by your body’s intense reaction to your man’s slight touch, Okay, clearly it has been that long.

Somehow finding the strength within yourself, you gently pushed his head away from your chest and jumped off the counter, “Lock the door.”

Sure, you loved Sam, but if he walked in on you doing his brother again you’d have no choice but to move.

Dean did as instructed faster than you thought was possible and was back to being rooted in place while you wiggled out of your jeans.

“No panties?”

You bent at the waist and stuck your ass out for him to admire as you turned on the water.

“Jesus.”

“What,” you flipped your hair and turned your head to face him, faking innocence.

“You look so good like that,” he licked his lips and stepped closer.

“Like what,” you baited, giving a playful wink as you wiggled your ass.

“Like this,” he grabbed your hips and pulled your ass back to meet his crotch, “bent over, ass up… Mmm baby, would love to pound you like this.”

You smiled at him and straightened back up, pressing your naked body close against him, “Why don’t we save that for later, and shower before wasting all the hot water?”

You then pulled down his shorts before stepping into the bathtub, hiding behind the shower curtain.

Dean chuckled before stepping in after you, completely naked. You exchanged appreciative looks at the other’s body—your eyes lingering on the hard on that was dangling between his legs—before he turned around to face the spray, wetting his hair.

“I love seeing you all wet and hard for me,” you pressed a kiss to his back and snaked your one arm around to his front.

“I-,” he let out a small sigh as your hand enclosed his shaft, “I thought we needed to shower?”

“We are showering, silly,” you pressed another kiss to his back and continued to massage his dick.

“We won’t be if you keep that up.”

You chuckled and let go, trading places so you could stand under the spray.

“Mmm,” you closed your eyes at the relaxing feel of the water, “this feels so good.”

“It’s a pretty decent picture too,” Dean chuckled, wrapping his arms around you to cup your breasts.

A small coo escaped your lips and you leaned yourself back into the touch, “this is a good way to celebrate.”

“Yeah,” he brought his head down to your shoulder to whisper in your ear, “you liking this, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you felt him slide one of his hands down across your stomach to your lips.

He rubbed at it slowly, dragging his finger over your slit, but not going deeper.

“Mmm, De,-”

“Ssshhh,” he pressed a kiss to just behind your ear, “let me take care of you.”

And take care of you he did.


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