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Impaired (Preview)

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Written: 25.06.05

Words: 840

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Dean slowed as a redhead caught his eye. She had the shortest cut jeans that was probably legal, a black tank-top and what seemed to be a Guns N Roses tattoo on her shoulder.

Damn.

Before he had time to even think of a line, she spun around and saw him.

He froze to the spot as she started making her way over, shit, did I say that out loud?

She stopped a few feet in front of him, gesturing to herself as she raised an eyebrow, “Like what you see?”

“W-well,” He cleared his throat, “yeah. I-I mean, you look-”

She raised her hand, effectively cutting off the end of his sentence. “Let me guess,” She took a step closer and flicked some hair over her shoulder, “you really like redheads, huh?”

He shifted his weight and nodded, shifting his gaze to the dirt, get it together!

“Good.”

Dean almost snapped his neck with how fast he brought his eyes back up off the floor. The girl’s face split into a thousand-watt smile, and she took a few steps past him, starting toward the car, “Because I like guys who drive sweet rides.” She stopped a few feet from the Impala and whistled, “Where did you find a ’67 Chevy in this town?”

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Sick and Tired (Preview)

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Written: 25.05.22

Words: 686

Wee!Chesters

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother’s non-convincing reply. He looked up from the stack of board games he was carefully trying not to topple over that was in the closet in front of him. He leaned backward a little bit, so he could see the couch the five-year-old was slumped on and the giant window behind him, “It’s still raining.”

“I know.”

The defeated sigh made the blonde roll his eyes again, and he turned back toward the games, “I’m sure the storm will pass soon. Then you can go play outside.”

“That’s what you said yesterday.”

“Well, Jesus, Sammy!” The stack went toppling over and Dean couldn’t help but swat at one of them, no longer able to hide his annoyance, “What do you expect me to do? It’s not like I control the weather!”

“I know!” Sam scrunched up his face – the expression he made when he thought his brother was being an idiot – before somehow deflating further against the back cushion, “It just… sucks.”

Dean opened his mouth to reply, but closed it a moment later silently. He forced himself to take a breath, before letting out a deflating sigh of his own, “I know.”

They had been so excited when their Dad finally brought them to California. After leaving Uncle Bobby’s house and the snow, beaches and sunny weather were going to be a welcome refresh of their spirits. But what happened as soon as they rolled into town?

Non-stop thunder storms.

Dean had joked on the first night that it was like they brought the storm clouds with them.

That was just over a week ago.

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A Purpose (Preview)

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Written: 25.05.08

Words: 1,071

Destiel (Implied), Dark-ish (Sad)

“Daddy!”

Dean hastily shook his worried thoughts away and whipped his head up, just in time to see his daughter launch herself at him.

“Whoa!” He caught her easily, and it took all his strength to plaster his signature thousand-watt smile on his face as she crushed herself into his chest, “It went that well, huh?”

He scanned the hall of the courthouse, spotting the new social worker and Tyler making their way over as the rest of the courtroom let out. Dean turned hopeful eyes to the social worker, who just shook his head.

No… Dean subconsciously tightened his grip on his daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep his tears at bay, they can’t do this.

“I-I tried, Daddy.” Taylor’s trembling voice was like a stake through his heart, “I-I told them everything but they-they….”

“Hey,” Dean forced himself to take in a deep breath and reluctantly backed her up enough he could see her face. He wiped the tears that were tracing down her cheeks with his thumb, “This is not your fault, you hear me? None of it.”

Her bottom lip was poked out and her eyes filled with fresh tears, “B-but I failed!”

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Son of a Bitch! (#5)

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Written: 25.04.24

Words: 337

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“Son of a bitch!”

Sam groaned and pulled his pillow up over his ear, rolling over onto his side, not again.

Despite his pillow earplug, he could hear his brother stomping through the motel room, doing… whatever the hell he was doing.

After a few more minutes of too-loud-for-4am thumping, he felt a pillow hit his hip. He let out a small groan before he pulled his pillow away from his ear, “What?”

He heard his brother scoff, “You’re not gonna get up?”

“No.”

“Nice, Sam.”

“Every other time you’ve woken me up with your catchphrase, it’s been for something stupid.”

“Well what if I’m hurt this time?”

Sam flopped over onto his back, still not bothering to open his eyes, “If you were seriously hurt, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“You don’t know that. I’ve been in plenty of conversations while I was in pretty bad shape.”

“True,” Sam huffed and finally opened his eyes, turning to face his brother’s voice despite the dark, “but there’d be an air of panic in your voice.”

“Well…” The blonde’s voice trailed off and Sam could picture his eyes searching the dark as he thought of an answer.

There was a moment of silence then, before Sam heard the creak of the springs in the other bed, signalling his brother was getting into it. Finally.

“I’m not gonna wake up next time you need help. How about that?”

“So you’ll do what you usually do? Oh no.”

Another pillow hit him then, making the giant chuckle. He took the pillow and tucked it up behind his current one. He settled back down and was surprised at how much more comfortable his head was, another pillow does make a difference… huh.

Sam let out a yawn then and slipped his eyes closed, “Well?”

“Well what?”

Sam turned onto his side, resisting the urge to let out a huff, “What happened?”

“I… closed the door on my thumb.”

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Like a Fool (Preview)

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Written: 25.04.10

Words: 1,154

White Collar Fanfiction, General

“Has anyone else seen this report?”

Nancy, the new DNA analyst, blinked in surprise at Peter’s question, “Um… I-I don’t think so.”

Jones came into the conference room then, shaking his head, “He’s not at his desk.”

“Damn it, Neal!” Peter was out of his seat and rubbing a hand down his face in the next instant. He took a not-so-calming deep breath before bringing his eyes back to the doorway, “Jones, pull up his tracking data.”

“On it.”

Peter rounded back to the new girl, who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, “Are you sure Caffrey didn’t see this?”

“I-I…” Nancy’s eyes were wide and she cast her gaze down to the table.

Peter raised his eyebrows, and when she just let her voice trail off, he flashed an exasperated expression to Diana.

Diana got up from her chair and walked the few steps closer to the pair, leaning her hands on the table, “Look, you’re not in trouble. We just need to know if Neal saw the document.”

Nancy began to chew her lower lip at that, and purposefully kept her gaze on the table in front of her.

“Nancy,” Peter did his best to soften his tone, “Neal has a tendency to do…” Peter flicked his eyes up to Diana for a moment, “reckless things when it comes to protecting the people he cares about. This report is for a suspect in his best friend’s murder.”

Nancy’s fingers twirled into the end of her sweater, a small smile on her face, “He did seem… kind of intense.”

“So you did talk to him?”  Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her nod, “When?”

“H-he, um, he brought me coffee a little while ago, but I-”

Peter was across the conference room in the next instant, “Diana, get a team to Boyle’s house.”

“You got it, boss.”

Jones nearly bumped into Peter as he came flying out of the doorway, “Whoa, sorry. The tracking map for Caffrey’s anklet was blank.”

“What?” That stopped Peter in his tracks, “Why?”

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All I Wanna Do (Preview)

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Written: 25.03.27

Words: 810

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Sam took his headphones off, brows furrowing at the distant grunting noises that were echoing down the hallway.

He waited a couple minutes and – after the grunting continued – rolled his eyes and got off his bed to investigate, this better not be something stupid.

The giant padded down the hall, stopping a few moments later at his brother’s bedroom door.

He lingered a moment before pushing it open, “Dean?” The door swung open to reveal the blonde, who had somehow wrapped himself up in a fitted sheet, and was half-sprawled out over a naked mattress. Sam licked his lips in an effort to hide his chuckle, “Need some help?”

Dean rolled over so he was on his back, before nodding at his feet, “I think I’m stuck in a pocket.”

Sam shook his head and made the short trip over to his brother’s side. He took a moment to study the situation down at his feet before he started to carefully pull away at what appeared to be a corner, “How did you do this?”

“Well, I unfolded it, and then realized I didn’t have a chair to put it on.” At the look, Dean rolled his head, “I didn’t wanna put it on the floor because it’s clean! Anyway, I through it up on my shoulder and then…” He hung his head and let his voice trail off.

Sam rolled his eyes before focusing back his task, “Okay, I think I got it.”

He yanked the part of the sheet he was holding and a moment later Dean let out a surprised cry, “Whoa, whoa! That’s uh… attached.”

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Just Hang On (Preview)

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Written: 25.03.13

Words: 810

Wee!Chesters, Funny

Why would Sammy lock the door? He knew I was coming back.

After a minute of searching, Dean triumphantly pulled his key out of his pocket, a few loose receipts floating to the ground with the action.

He was on the other side of the door, setting down his prize and drink in the next moment, ears perking as he heard a strained groan float through the darkness.

Dean wasted no time in re-locking the door before flicking on the light, “Sammy? Everything okay?”

The blonde blinked his eyes as the room flooded with light, brows furrowing as he didn’t find his brother.

Where…? His question cut off as he saw the closed bathroom door. He shook his head and took off his jacket, barely getting it onto the hanger before hearing another groan.

Dean wasted no time in making his way over to the bathroom door. He didn’t even need to press his ear to it to hear more pained moaning.

“Sammy?” He gently knocked, “You okay in there?”

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Lustful

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Written: 17.11.13

Words: 107

NFF, Smut/NSFW

“I’m gonna make you beg,” he pushed her head down as he slammed into her, squishing her head into the mattress.

Oh, fuck, yes. She lifted her hips up off the bed to meet his thrusts, loving the feel as his balls slapped against her clit.

“You love that, don’t you?” He knotted his fist into her hair and yanked her head back.

A low moan was pulled from her lips as he stopped thrusting to hold his dick in her, balls deep.

“Fuck,” she held her breath as she felt her orgasm begin to build, this is gonna be a big one, she could feel it.

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I Won’t Leave (Preview)

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Written: 25.02.14

Words: 880

Hallucifer (Implied, Aftermath), Sabriel, 2025 Valentine’s fic

“I said, leave me alone!”

The shot rang out through the empty room a moment later, Sam’s chest heaving with anger. He blinked at the bullet hole that was now adorning the right wall of his bedroom. He turned in a small circle, relief slumping into his shoulders at the devil being nowhere in sight.

Sam nodded to himself before taking a seat on his bed, running his free hand through his hair, finally. He closed his eyes and revelled in the short-lived moment of silence, barely registering the heavy footsteps that were pounding up the stairs.

A breathless Gabriel was sliding into the doorway in the next instant, wild eyes searching the room, “Sammich?”

He walked a few steps into the room, confusion furrowing his brows as he saw it was empty, “Are you alright? I thought I heard…”

The ex-hunter opened his eyes as his boyfriend’s voice trailed off. He was staring at the gun in his hand.

Sam swallowed guiltily before placing it down on the mattress beside him, “I-I know. But I kept it just for emergencies! We-” Sam’s explanation died on his lips as he saw the look on his lover’s face. He hung his head, “I had to.”

“Why?”

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Clean As Overtime (Preview)

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Written: 24.01.31

Words: 1,053

Destiel (Implied), Fluff

“Do you know how much it costs to have marble counters redone?”

“Okay,” Dean stepped out from between the twins to grab his husband by the wrist, dragging him toward the kitchen door, “you guys keep going, I’m gonna talk to Dad alone for a minute.” Once they were through the door, the smile slid off his face, and he raised his eyebrows, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Cas gestured to the closed door, “They’re-”

“Having fun?” Dean searched his lover’s face, “Since when do you care so much about how messy the kitchen is, anyway?”

“Since I-” Cas suddenly cut himself off then, eyes going wide as he seemingly realized whatever the end of his sentence was going to be. He took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes, “Never mind.”

Dean rolled his eyes at that, “Just tell me.”

The ex-angel winced and shook his head, keeping his eyes closed, “You’re not gonna like it.”

“I don’t like a lot of things, Cas.” Dean chuckled and took a step closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm, “Hey.” After getting him to open his eyes, he searched his face again, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Cas chewed his bottom lip for a moment at that, brows pulling down as he considered the offer. After a too-long moment, he nodded, “O-okay.” He took a step backward again – out of the blonde’s reach – and crossed his arms over his chest, casting his gaze to the ground, “So, remember how excited I was at the crazy deal I got on the renovation?”

“Yeah, the company you found did it for like, less than half of all the other guys, right?”

“Y-yeah! Yeah,” Cas let out a defeated breath and cast his gaze to the floor, “Well apparently… there was a reason they were doing renos so cheap.”

“I don’t-” The realization hit Dean like a bolt of lightening and he shook his head, “No.”

Cas backed up another step at the change in tone and nodded, “Yeah…turns out they weren’t an actual company.”

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