Marked

One Night at a Time Masterlist

Author’s Note: Part eight of One Night at a Time series.

Summary: Y/n has been living and hunting with the Winchesters since Dean returned from Purgatory. Their relationship has gone nowhere, but she can't leave. With the Mark of Cain changing him, she might have to go to extremes.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, OMC x reader (kinda)

Word count: 3992

Story Warnings:  threats of harm to reader, poor self-esteem, angst, MoC!Dean being dark and terrible, Jealous!Dean

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I told him not to trust Crowley. I told Dean not to listen to that asshole demon when he showed up. I told him we could find another way to take down Abaddon. I told him not to go to Cain.

Did he listen?

No, of course not. I'm just his not-a-girlfriend. I'm not worth listening to. Even Crowley says Castiel is closer to being Dean's girl than I am.

I followed him through those damn Trials and supported him through Sam's sickness. I followed him through the debacle of that murderous Angel trying to steal Sam and Kevin's death.

And he left me behind to go get that Mark from Cain. The Mark of Cain that's systematically changing him. He's darker, angrier, fucking rougher around the edges than I've ever seen him. I hate how he's become so cold.

Marked

One Night at a Time Masterlist

Author’s Note: Part eight of One Night at a Time series.

Summary: Y/n has been living and hunting with the Winchesters since Dean returned from Purgatory. Their relationship has gone nowhere, but she can't leave. With the Mark of Cain changing him, she might have to go to extremes.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, OMC x reader (kinda)

Word count: 3992

Story Warnings:  threats of harm to reader, poor self-esteem, angst, MoC!Dean being dark and terrible, Jealous!Dean

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I told him not to trust Crowley. I told Dean not to listen to that asshole demon when he showed up. I told him we could find another way to take down Abaddon. I told him not to go to Cain.

Did he listen?

No, of course not. I'm just his not-a-girlfriend. I'm not worth listening to. Even Crowley says Castiel is closer to being Dean's girl than I am.

I followed him through those damn Trials and supported him through Sam's sickness. I followed him through the debacle of that murderous Angel trying to steal Sam and Kevin's death.

And he left me behind to go get that Mark from Cain. The Mark of Cain that's systematically changing him. He's darker, angrier, fucking rougher around the edges than I've ever seen him. I hate how he's become so cold.

Not that he was the warmest guy before Cain marked his arm. I've been with him since he returned from Purgatory and we don't even share a room in the Bunker! God, and why would we, right? He needs his space. He always needs his space but Heaven forbid I try to get some of my own. He shames me and guilts me when I take a job on my own. He makes me feel...powerless.

He doesn't want me to leave. He's told me a million times. But that's about as far as he goes. He doesn't want me to leave...but he's allowed to leave me. How is that fair?! And now he's got the Mark. Now, he's snapping at me and being an asshole over little things that he used to let go…and I am stuck here in this bunker with my not-boyfriend who has the Mark of Cain on his arm and his brother who wants to act like they aren't brothers anymore. I need a break. I need to breathe.

Fool For Love 10- Compromising

Fool For Love Series Masterlist , Fool For Love Story Masterlist

Author’s Note: Get ready for some heavy angst and some angry alpha Dean acting an ass. This series is also available on Archive.

Summary: Sam is determined to fix things between his brother and their omega, but with Dean stuck in his self-hatred and Y/n stuck in her self-pity, that's a little harder than it seems.

Pairing: former Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, mentions of Beta!OMC x Beta!Reader

Word count: 3261

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, angst, past kidnapping, Dean having no clue how to fix shit, some awkwardness, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! knotting sex, heat, oral (fem rec)

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“Thank you, Sam. I really could have figured it out myself, though,” Y/n said as Sam set the LOMMARP down in her living room.

"Well, I know, but I wanted to help," he said as he stepped back to examine the placement. He bit the inside of his lip for a moment before he cleared his throat. "And, uh, I didn't end up putting it together. It was Dean."

She looked away and sighed. "Yeah,” she responded softly. “I can smell him on it."

"He told me not to tell you, but I didn’t want to lie.”

“Well, thanks for respecting me enough not to lie,” she said, turning away from the bookshelf and sitting on the couch.

“Of course I resp-” Sam took a deep breath. “Y/n, I know that you were burned by Dean’s-”

“I was destroyed by Dean,” she interrupted. “He killed me and then he killed my boyfriend and then he killed my beta existence.”

Sam’s shoulders tightened with tension. “You chose to become an omega again. It wasn’t him.”

“No, it was you,” she reminded, softly. “And yeah, some of it was me. I convinced myself that it was the right thing to do, so I’m at fault for my condition too, but the simple fact of it is that none of this would have happened if Dean hadn’t killed me two years ago.”

Sam took a deep breath and sat next to her on the couch. “You need to talk to him.” She looked over, her eyebrow raised. “Look, I’m very happy to have this time where it’s just you and me and you act like the sun shines out of my ass, but…” Sam licked his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. “You love Dean and Dean loves you and don’t argue about it because being mad at him for what he’s done doesn’t change the fact that you love him.”

Swan Song

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-six of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is living life without marks and without alpha influence...but the End is nigh...sacrifices must be made.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, mentions of Alpha!Dean x Omega!Lisa

Word count: 3583

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, canon major character deaths and resurrections

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"So, where are we this week, girl? Hawaii, Puerto Rico?" Bobby asked and you smiled, looking around the dirty Canadian dive bar.

"Santo Domingo. Gotta love the Dominican," you lied.

"Where you really?"

You took a drink of your beer and picked at the peeling vinyl of the table top. "Saskatoon. Cursed church bell, drives people to suicide when they hear it."

"Need help?"

"Nah. I've got this. Just need to convince the vicar to let me melt down a bell that's been part of their church since the 1800s. No big deal." You sighed and scratched at your turtleneck. "How are they?"

"Thought you didn't wanna know about them, Y/n."

"Didn't want to be attached to them. Not the same thing."

Bobby sighed. "They took a trip through Heaven a few days ago...got a message from the big man Himself."

"God? They talked to God?" you asked, eyes wide.

"Talked to someone talks to God...and God said they're on their own."

Another Second Chance 17- Everything Changes

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n and Danneel talk which forces Y/n to share a bit of truth with Nova.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2934

Story Warnings: past cheating, Nova is not nice to Danneel, Nova is a very protective daughter

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Danneel looks a little shocked. Not like she’s shocked to see me, but maybe that she’s shocked that I didn’t run away and hide. She shakes herself out of it and smiles back at me. “Hey, sweetie. I guess we had to run into each other eventually, didn’t we?”

I nod and look back toward the dressing rooms. “Yeah. Austin’s big, but not that big.” I feel a bit uncomfortable as I gesture at the dresses. “I’m getting Nova some nice stuff for the Out Youth Gala.”

“Oh, yeah.” She nods and fiddles with her purse strap. Seems she’s just as uncomfortable. “Jensen mentioned he was taking her. I told him I’d stay home for this one.”

"You don't have to sit it out. You could still-"

"It'd be pretty tense. Jensen and I haven't been able to be around each other for more than a few minutes at a time in...well, in years.” Well, that’s a confirmation of Jensen’s words that I never thought I’d get. “Besides...a young bi girl, she deserves to rub elbows with those people. I’ve already met most of them.”

“Thanks for...giving it up this year.” I want to rub the back of my neck. I want to hug myself. I want to tug on my hair a bit. I’m tense and I don’t like feeling like this. I don’t, though. I keep my smile and I stay polite. I learned this a long time ago.

“Of course, sweetie.” God, that makes me cringe.

“Can you…” How do I say this without sounding rude? “Not call me that?”

Famine and Freedom

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-five of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Famine teaches Y/n a lesson about starvation.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word count: 3239

Story Warnings:  so much angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, self-mutilation

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It wasn’t hard to ignore the questions Gabriel forced upon you. There was just so much going on. The Apocalypse seemed to be moving so fast that there was no time to really stop and think. Between meeting Chuck Shurley at a convention with people dressed up as Sam and Dean and you, and tracking down the demon Crowley and tracking down Lucifer in Carthage...losing Jo and Ellen to the hellhounds, spending Christmas crazy in Glenwood Springs Psych Hospital, and going back in time to save John and Mary from Anna, there was no time to really slow down, no time to think about leaving.

But as Valentine’s Day approached, things slowed down a bit. You were able to think about leaving...and you were able to think about Mary Winchester. John’s first omega. John’s chosen omega. Dean hadn’t let you go to the Winchester home when you went back in time. He’d made you stay at the motel with Castiel. “You have her husband’s mark on your neck. That man who’s never met you. You wanna show up at their house and act like you’re, what, my omega?”

“I’m an asset and you wanna bench me because it might be weird? It’s not weird for their thirty-something sons to show up on their doorstep with a damn Angel on their tails?”

“We smell like family. We don’t smell like the Winchester pack omega!” Dean growled. He didn’t budge and you didn’t get to help in the fight with Anna and Uriel. You ended up stuck in 1978 until Castiel woke up and took you back.

Dean benched you because of your connection to John. He called you ‘Winchester pack omega’. That’s how he saw you. That’s all you were.

Opposites Don’t Attract (A Witcher Fic)

Author’s Note: This was written while I was fighting Covid19...so I’m pretty proud of that. I'm aware that not everyone likes the Witcher but this was the only thing that would could out of my head that week so...

I took bits of lore from the show, the books, and the games and mixed them all up into a cohesive awesomeness...also, the smut is pretty good, but the banter is where it's at with this one. If you guys like this, I might make it a series...so, let me know how you're feeling on it.

Summary:  Y/n is a witcher from the Cat School (a nomadic school that is one of the few that actually makes female witchers) who keeps running into Geralt of Rivia...to her great pleasure.

Pairing: Geralt x Female Witcher!Reader, mentions of Geralt x Yennefer and Geralt x Triss Merigold

Word count: 3869

Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of infertility, little bit of angst (it's a Cassie story...what do you expect?)

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It wasn’t often you crossed paths with the White Wolf. The Continent was vast and you both had work to do. But it was always a treat when you walked into a tavern and smelled the man.

"Geralt. What brings you to Kagen?" you asked, taking the stool next to him at the bar.

"A contract."

"Always so succinct, Wolf...and just a bit disrespectful. Isn't my school the one that's supposed to birth disreputable thugs?"

Amber eyes turned on you as you fiddled with your medallion, a silver coin with a cat's head on a silver chain. It hung right between your breasts and never came off.

"Here to kill a monster...or be a monster?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble.

A zing of indignant fury went through you but you stifled it instinctively. "I haven't taken a contract against a human in nearly twenty years. I've learned the error of my ways. I told you as such when we met last. Remember? The bard's impromptu celebration in Lyria." He grunted softly at you and looked away. "You do remember, don't you, Geralt?"

"My memory is fine, Feline."

"Then you remember folding me in on myself and making my body quake?" You set your hand on his thigh and watched his face for a reaction.

He gave no indication he even noticed your fingers over the conditioned leather. "Since when do you call them 'humans'? When last we met, you were still calling them by the slur."

Changing Channels

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-four of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is enjoying the bit of power she's exercising over the Winchester alphas, but she's in for a rude awakening when the trickster shows up again.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word count: 3089

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, doubts, pre-smut but no real smut

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Waking up in Dean’s arms would never get old. The way he held you to his chest like you were the only thing keeping his nightmares away, like you were his only comfort. He was yours, too.

His nose ran up and down your neck as you both started to wake. “Mornin’,” he whispered, his breath cascading over your cheek.

“Yes, it is.”

“Sam’s still snoring. Means Dad hasn’t gotten out of bed yet.”

“Uh-huh.” You smirked as you shifted a bit in his arms.

“Think you could keep yourself quiet enough to keep ‘em asleep?” he asked, his hand slipping down your body to settle over the tie to your sleep shorts.

“Absolutely not,” you responded.

He hummed and kissed your neck. “How ‘bout loud enough to wake the dead?”

“I could manage that.”

“We’re awake,” Sam’s voice came from the opposite bed. “If you want the room, just say so.”

"We want the-" Dean started but you chuckled and sat up.

"We're good. I need a shower."

Dean groaned beside you and threw his forearm over his eyes. "Fuckin' tease."

"Awwww. Poor baby."

"You're killing me!" he called after you as you walked into the bathroom.

“You’ll get over it!” you called back.

Abnormal Psych 2- Avoidance is Key

Abnormal Psych Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to Psych 101.

Summary: Nothing is normal with John Winchester in the house. He’s charming, but rude, the most toxic of influences on both of his sons... and now he’s got his sights on Y/n.

Pairings: Sam x Dean, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Sam x Dean x Reader,

Word count: 4721

Story Warnings: mentions of WINCEST, incest, Dom/sub dynamics , Dom!Sam, Switch!Dean, sub!Reader, John is a dick, some mentions of john being horrible to them when they were kids

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“Oh! John! It’s nice to meet you,” you said, forcing a smile despite the fact that you were incredibly perturbed by the sudden appearance of your soon-to-be father-in-law. “I-I didn’t know you were coming! I would have hired a maid to clean the place up or something.”

“What, you don’t clean?” John asked, smiling.

“She doesn’t really have a lot of time for cleaning, Dad,” Sam snapped. “None of us really do.”

“Calm down, Sammy, it was just a joke,” John dismissed as you pulled your hand away.

“It’s ‘Sam’,” Sam responded before moving to stand on Dean’s opposite side. “He didn’t tell anyone he was coming, so you wouldn’t have been able to do anything to prepare anyway, Y/n. None of us would have.”

“You boys really forgot how to take a surprise, huh?” John said with a laugh. “Dean called me up when you left California, told me about the new house and the special woman making him an honest man and as soon as I got done in Nashville, I wanted to come see the life you three are making for yourselves.” His hazel eyes focused on you and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I was tellin’ Dean a few minutes ago that it’s gonna get awkward in a while when you two get married and start a family and his kid brother’s still hanging onto the apron strings, ya know?”

Dean’s hand squeezed yours tighter and you squeezed back to reassure him. “We already are a family. The three of us are a family, John. Sam’s already my brother and when Dean and I get married, we’re not going to change a thing.”

I Know You 5- Winchester Stupid is Synonymous With Brave

I Know You Masterlist

Author’s Note: AU where Dean was never cured of being a demon and Crowley took over the world with the help of Vampires, Werewolves, and Shifters. Dean’s spent five years not giving a damn about the state of the world and no one has seen Sam in years.

Summary: Dean's suspicions about Y/n are more than a little founded.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 3315

Story Warnings: bit of post-apocalyptic angst, mentions of character deaths, Mark-induced rage, lots of lying, the big reveal (I'll put it in the tags if you want to ruin it for yourself),

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My room looks like a damn shrine. I'm munching on a bologna sandwich, which is weird because Sam hasn't eaten bologna since he was a teenager, looking around the walls. My albums are just where I left them, my Purgatory ax, shotguns on the wall. Shit, he even left the note on the bed.

"Why are you snooping?" Sam asks as he walks up.

"How can I snoop through my own stuff?" I ask before I turn to him. He’s shaved and lopped off half of his hair. It's up to his chin again. Better.

"I don't want you getting mustard on everything. Get out of there."

I shake my head and shove the rest of the sandwich into my mouth, wiping mustard off of my fingers on my jeans...and then I drop my weight onto my bed and look up at him. "Wha's goin' on wif you an' Y/n?" I ask around the mouthful. He hates when I talk with my mouth full. Too bad.

"What do you mean?"

"You just met her today, right?" I ask. He nods. "She's never been here before?"

"Y/n has never been here before, Dean."

"What is it about that sentence that bugs me?" I stand and look away. "Same kinda thing that bugs me about the way you two interact."

"What do you mean?"

I roll my eyes. "You don't act like strangers, Sam. You act like you know her, like she's been here, like she's been around you. You really want me to believe that she's never set foot in this bunker and never met you in person but she feels comfortable ordering us both around and snapping on you about the high horse you always saddle yourself on?"

He sighs. “I’ve only talked to Y/n through email, never in person. She’s never been here before.”

“And how’d she get your email? Not something she’d just stumble on.”

“From Cas, before he died.”

Oh really? Lying dickbags. “From Cas? You sure about that?”

Another Second Chance 16- Born This Way

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n shows Nate that she's done playing. Jensen and Nova bond over Out Youth.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 3844

Story Warnings: past cheating, mentions of terfs and anti-trans bullshit, use of the word 'queer' (which is our word and not the slur some people think it is)

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“Are you out of your mind? You put in for child support?”

“Hello to you too, Nate.” I’ve been expecting this call.

“You’re a fucking movie star! You’re a millionaire! Why are you trying to fleece me with support payments?”

“I’m a D-lister, not a star, and not surprisingly my net worth doesn’t mean much here. I’m not putting in for spousal support, I’m putting in for child support for the daughter we created that you are not currently in care of. My lawyer advised me that it was the best thing for Nova if you continued to support her schooling, clothing, part of her food and board, her healthcare, that sort of thing. You know, all the things I’ve been supporting for years.”

“I don’t have the money to-”

“You don’t have the money to fight me on this, Nate,” I snap. “See, you really shouldn’t have come to our daughter with your ‘I shouldn’t have to miss you and I’m gonna file full custody so I don’t have to miss you ever again’ bullshit because she doesn’t want to live with you anymore and you allowed her to come here. You drove her to the airport. You know what my lawyer can do with that?”

He lets out an anguished sound. “Look, Nova must’ve just misunderstood. I-”

“And here’s the gaslighting bull about how you’re not a manipulative asshole that she legitimately called a fucking sociopath a few days ago. You really think she’s gonna fall for the same shit manipulation techniques I did? She’s a thousand times smarter than I am, smarter than Jenny is. You have no shot here. She knows what she heard. She knows what you intended. You have no leg to stand on.”

Bad Ideas and Worse Decisions

Author’s Note: This is a part three to Meant To Be and Not Meant To Be. (I still don’t have a name for this series yet...someone help!) It also fills my In Vino Veritas square for @spndeanbingo​ (Idk if it’s still going or not...might’ve run out of time)

Summary: Y/n takes a chance to see her ex-boyfriend Jensen at a Supernatural convention in Dallas. Things take a turn for the worse.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 4533

Story Warnings: Angst, sads, past breakup, marital discord, regrets, drinking, adultery/infidelity (as in cheating), NO WIFE HATE! (it’s just a story) 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex

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You weren't sure it was a good idea. Shit, he probably didn't even remember you. It was a couple months together and it was fourteen years ago...and it was mostly a long-distance relationship anyway. Would he even recognize you?

As many years as he'd been doing the conventions, it had taken you that long to get up the nerve to buy a ticket, come hang out with his fans...see him in person again.

It wasn't like you were completely out of place at the convention. You'd been watching the show since the first season. You knew it just as obsessively as the rest of the plaid-clad people surrounding you. You just had the added knowledge of what Ackles tongue tasted like...at least what it tasted like fourteen years ago.

Your friends never understood how you could watch your ex-boyfriend's TV show and your ex-husband gave you untold shit about it until the day he left you, but you couldn't stop. Kripke created a compelling world and Jensen and Jared had breathed life into the brothers so perfectly.

Your ticket was Gold. Row C on an aisle just in case you needed to run. You were certain you were going to flee. It was a bad choice to come to the con...wasn't it? Even if he did recognize you...what, was he gonna wanna catch up, talk about the little bit of time you had together?

Bad choice or not, you just wanted to see him. You had to. There was just something about him that haunted you.

I Know You 4- Welcome Home

I Know You Masterlist

Author’s Note: AU where Dean was never cured of being a demon and Crowley took over the world with the help of Vampires, Werewolves, and Shifters. Dean’s spent five years not giving a damn about the state of the world and no one has seen Sam in years.

Summary: Dean and Y/n head to the Bunker to get Sam on board with the plan to fix things.

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Word count: 2324

Story Warnings: bit of post-apocalyptic angst, mentions of character deaths, mentions of dubcon sex,

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I park Y/n's Mercury outside the Bunker and look out the windshield at the big iron door. "Gonna need you to knock, sweetheart. Me and iron don't get along anymore."

She nods. "Of course." She gets out of the car and crosses to the door as I get out and cross my arms over my chest as she pounds her fist into the metal. "Sam! It's...It’s Y/n! Open the door!" It takes a few minutes but the door eventually opens a smidge. I can see the muzzle of Sam’s gun poke through and point at Y/n, but she doesn’t flinch about it. She says something real quiet. I think I hear “Don’t say anything” but I’m not sure.

The door opens the rest of the way and Sam steps into the doorway, squinting a little at the sunlight. His hair is way long, past shoulder length. He’s lookin’ like Fabio with a thick beard. Dude looks like shit. “Dean?” His voice is all croaky. Wonder when the last time he talked to anybody was?

“Hey, Sammy. You look like shit, man.”

“How did he-” he starts and I shrug as I step closer.

"I'm still a demon. But...I'm here." He'd eat it up if I said 'I wanna care' but...I just don't wanna give him the satisfaction, even if it looks like he needs a little satisfaction in his life.

"Can we take this inside? I'm feeling a little exposed," Y/n says and Sam tears his eyes away from me long enough to nod at her and step back inside.

"You grab a pair of scissors and I can take care of that mop on your head before we get started, baby brother," I volunteer as I follow him into the Bunker. Y/n closes the door behind us as we start down the staircase.

"I think we need some coffee," Y/n says from the landing. "Sam, will you show me to the kitchen so I can make us some?"

"You know wh-" Sam clears his throat and nods. "-at, that's a good idea. Dean…don't touch anything."

This is my Bunker too, asshole.

Do What You Have To

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-three of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n starts missing herself...and choses pain over being forced into something she doesn't want.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Word count: 5042

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, everyone feeling bad about how they've treated Y/n, did I mention angst?, heat cycles, mentions of panic disorder,

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You stared out the window, watching trees fly by as the Impala sped down the highway. Your brain was stuck on the day before. The fact that you turned Dean down...the fact that you had to be the one to say that Dean didn’t want to do what he was suggesting...it hurt. It hurt so bad.

You were hormonal. That’s all. It was just pre-heat hormones. You weren’t this upset and angry and half-numb about a fucking mark. Not when you already had two of them. It was fine. It was just...it was fine.

Sam turned to look at you from the front seat, but Dean kept his eyes on the road. “Are you okay?”

“Just fine,” you answered, keeping your own eyes on the passing trees.

“Dean,” Sam whispered and Dean’s eyes flicked to his.

“Yeah?”

"We're gonna have to get a room soon."

You watched from the corner of your eyes as Dean’s eyes found you in the rearview. "He knows, Sam."

"Are you two okay?"

"We're fine, dude."

“Drop me at a pharmacy when we get where we’re stopping,” you said, calm and tone even, eyes still out the window.

I Know You 3- Grasping at Straws (and Catching Some)

I Know You Masterlist

Author’s Note: AU where Dean was never cured of being a demon and Crowley took over the world with the help of Vampires, Werewolves, and Shifters. Dean’s spent five years not giving a damn about the state of the world and no one has seen Sam in years.

Summary: Dean let’s Y/n tell him stories about him. And stories about her.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 3208

Story Warnings: bit of post-apocalyptic angst, mentions of character deaths, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex,

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Y/n’s Mercury is fast. My car’s faster, but the Mercury is a lot more inconspicuous. Quieter too. She’s told me a couple stories about my ‘legacy’. She started with the story of the Samhain thing. Had to have heard that from Cas. “Refused to trade a thousand two hundred fourteen people for a Seal on Lucifer’s Cage,” she said. She knew exactly how many people were in that town. Crazy. Only Cas would have quoted her the exact number. Weird that she remembers the exact number though.

"Oh, and Anna Milton!" she exclaims and my eyebrows go up.

"Good lay. What about 'er?" Great lay, actually.

"When you found her, you didn't know a thing about her. You didn't know she was a fallen Angel. You just knew she was in danger, scared, an innocent with demons after her for something that she couldn't control, right?"

"Yeah, but she turned out to be-"

"But you didn’t know that when you stood between her and two Angels of the Lord. You didn't know her, but you cared enough to risk your life against two of the most powerful creatures God ever created."

She's right. I did that.

"She was hot," I dismiss. "Couldn't let a body like that get her eyes blown out with Angel Power. Thought I might get some if I survived...and I was right."

She rolls her eyes in this big fuckin' exaggerated gesture but she doesn't argue with me. "Fine. What about Jesse? The antichrist?"

"What about him?"

"Castiel wanted to kill him...for the good of the world so the demons couldn't use him against you all...and you wouldn't let him."

"He was just a kid." The words come out automatically and shit, that sounds a little too righteous. Too 'old me'.

Another Second Chance 15- Fishin’ in the Dark

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n talks to Nova about what happened with the Collins kids and then goes on a lake date with Jensen.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 4297

Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of talk of underaged kissing (some F/F), mentions of sex toys, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, protected sex, oral (fem rec)

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Nova and I drive Misha and his kids to the airport and walk them to the TSA check. Misha hugs me as Nova hugs West and Maison. “You call me when you get back to the mountains, okay?”

“Of course. Thank you for letting me steal your bed for a week.”

“Any time, Meesh. I wish you lived closer, man, but you can definitely steal my bed any time you want to come visit.”

He pulls back and smiles. “It won’t be the last time. Wouldn’t want to deprive our kids of seeing each other.” His eyes sparkle as he says it and he’s such a little shit.

“Right. Well, I love you, ya jerk. Come back soon.”

Misha smiles at me, pats my back and picks up his bag. Nova waves at the Collins kids until she can’t see them anymore. We head out to the parking garage and get in the car. I start driving toward the house. I look over at her at a red light and bite my bottom lip. “So, there’s something we should talk about,” I say.

“I’m in trouble?” she asks.

“No!” I clear my throat. “No. You aren’t in trouble but there’s a few things that I need to talk to you about and-”

“Are you pregnant again?”

I scoff and shake my head. “No, but...Birds and bees are kinda part of this, but…” I clear my throat again and sigh. “So, Misha walked into the attic while you and West and Maison were up there and he saw-”

“For God’s sake, Mum,” she says as she rolls her eyes.

Isolation- Valentine’s Drabble

Word Count- 569

Pairing- Jared x Reader

"It just makes more sense. Neither of us should isolate alone. That's how people go nuts...and they're telling everyone to check in with your loved ones, right? We should have someone stay with us that can do that in real time. I've got an extra room. Come stay with me."

It was hard to argue with Jared's logic. The CDC was calling for people staying home and NAMI was calling for people to keep their mental health in mind, which is how you ended up in Jared’s guest room. It was a fairly easy transition, actually. It was comfortable. Jared had been your best friend for years and you were happy to have him around at all times. He helped ease the stress of ‘work from home’ and he helped ease the pain of what was happening in the world around you.

“What do you say to ordering a few bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila and letting loose tonight?” he suggested after a few weeks.

Tequila was a mistake.

Or maybe not. Tequila led to dancing around the living room to 90s Broadway musicals and laughing and trying to remember monologues from high school. Which led to dramatic overacting of scenes from romance movies and a sloppy romance-movie kiss.

You woke up the next morning, your head pounding and stomach sour. And you were wrapped in the loving embrace of a personal sun. "So sweaty," you groaned, pushing him away.

He pulled you back. "Didn't mind last night."

"Was drunk last night," you argued, squirming against his grip. "Not drunk now. Just uncomfortable now!"

"I dunno. Feel pretty comfortable to me."

"Jared, I'm burning up!" You squealed as he held you down, his fingers finding your ribs. "Don't! Please don't tickle me!"

"You're calling me 'sweaty' and you think I'm not gonna pay you back for-"

"You are sweaty! I can feel it through both of our shirts!"

"Stop squirming!" he laughed. "I haven't even started tickling you yet!"

"Don't!" you begged, laughing and squealing as he started to tickle you. "I'm gonna hurl!" you shrieked.

"Don't you dare throw up on my bed!" he warned, letting up on your sides.

You took in a deep breath and turned to look at him. "Why are we in your bed?"

Jared's eyebrows came together as he looked down at you. "I don't remember...but I slept real good with you in here.”

“You were blackout drunk!” you responded, laughing.

“But I liked…” Jared looked away and cleared his throat. “I liked waking up next to you.”

Your cheeks heated up at his words. “I...I liked it, too.”

Hazel eyes turned to you and he laughed. “The first thing you did was complain!”

“About the sweat, not the cuddles!” you argued.

“So...what does this mean for us?” he asked, a bit shyly.

“Well, let’s take it a day at a time, okay?”

“That sounds good to me.”

There was a beat before he shifted away from you and started to get up from the bed. “Hey, Jare?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I remember us getting up on the table and reenacting the kiss from Sixteen Candles last night?”

Jared’s body hit the floor as he tripped, his feet caught in the sheets. You leaned over the side of the mattress to look at him. “Uh, yes?”

“I love that movie,” you said, smiling.

Jared laughed and untangled his feet. “I love you,” he said, walking out of the bedroom to use the restroom. You smiled at his easy declaration.

“Love you, too,” you whispered.