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Sam praying on May 18 2020: Jack I know you're God now but do you want a regular cake or a cookie cake
“ice cream cake” writes itself onto Sam’s grocery list
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When my mom asks me what I’m doing on my first day off in 2 weeks.
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SPN You're not going out wearing that
You spread your arms wide and look down at your outfit. “Why not? It looks fine.”
Dean straightens the bowtie on his tux and sighs. “Y/N, it’s a formal event. These stuffy assholes usually frown upon worn leather jackets and muddy jeans.”
You whine and stomp your foot like a child. “Come on, Dean! Why can’t Sam go with you instead? I hate dressing up for these stupid things.”
“Sam is mistaken as my partner enough as it is,” he shivers, “and I’d rather not have to pretend to hit on my brother, thank you very much.”
The garment bag holding your dress is draped over the arm of the chair next to you, and you scowl at it. “This sucks.”
“Tell me about it,” Dean agrees, “I feel like I’m being choked. And not in the fun way.”
“Dean has a choking kink,” you mutter yourself. “Add that to the list of things I never needed to know.”
The dress is a deep crimson color with sequins, complete with a plunging neckline and half sleeves. When you look at your reflection in the mirror, you have to admit the dress does look good on you. It’s not as comfortable as your jeans and a flannel, but hopefully you wouldn’t be wearing it for long.
Your hair lays in waves down over your shoulder, and the red lipstick and smoky eye makeup add an air of mysteriousness to the entire ensemble. When you step out of the bathroom, holding your heels, Dean’s jaw drops.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, “you look...”
“Stupid?” you interject. “Ridiculous?”
“Beautiful,” Dean whispers.
Your cheeks heat up, likely rivalling the color of your dress. “You’re just saying that.”
“And I mean every word,” Dean says, walking toward you. He cups your cheek, green eyes searching your own. “You’re beautiful. Always have been. Whether you’re in a dress all dolled up for a night on the town, or watching TV with me, your greasy hair in a bun, wearing sweatpants and that old ratty Stanford shirt you stole from Sam six years ago.”
“It’s comfortable,” you say quietly, pouting.
“I know, and you’re not afraid to let me see you,” Dean reaches his thumb out and hovers it above your lower lip, “not the fake version of you that you show to guys you pick up when we’re at a bar.”
“Dean,” you exhale.
“We’ll talk about it tonight, okay?” Dean steps back, brushing his fingers against your neck, then down your arm, and squeezing your hand before letting go.
“Okay,” you nod, slipping on your shoes and following him out the door.
If you only knew this was the hunt you didn’t come back from.
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Sam Winchester x reader who doesn't drink so when they go out to bars they get super fancy virgin drinks
“Is that a toy unicorn floating in your drink?” Dean asked, the same judgy face he’s had the last dozen times you’d been out to a bar with him.
“Yes, Dean. Yes it is.” You locked eyes with him, reached out, and slowly took a sip of your pinkish-purple drink. The fruity flavors exploded on your tongue, and you swallowed and smiled. “Ahhh.”
Dean rolled his eyes and took a sip of his whiskey. “Alcohol isn’t supposed to be fruity. It’s supposed to put hair on your chest, burn your throat, not-not,” Dean waved his hand at your drink, “sparkle.”
“Dean, you know she doesn’t drink alcohol,” Sam reminded his brother before taking a long drink of his own unicorn drink. Even though Sam could tolerate alcohol, he tried not to drink in front of you, unlike Dean. “And some of the virgin drinks are pretty damn good.”
“If I wanted something fruity, I’d drink orange juice. Not some cotton candy flavored unicorn monstrosity,” Dean huffed, scowling into his glass.
“Just try one, Dean. You can even try one with alcohol.” You flagged down the bartender and smiled when he walked over to you. “Can I have one of these uniforn things for my friend here? With alcohol please?”
“Comin’ right up,” the bartender drawled, giving you a nod before moving around to grab various flavored liquors and mixing them. It took a few minutes to be finished, and he set down the swirling glittery purplish drink in front of Dean, a huge smile on his face. “Enjoy, man.”
Dean gave a sarcastic smile. “Thanks.” The bartender walked away, quietly laughing, and Dean stared at the huge cartoon eyes of the plastic unicorn floating on the edge of his drink. “This is ridiculous.”
“Oh just drink it, you big chicken,” you huffed, downing the rest of your drink.
Dean carefully gripped the drink between his pointer finger and thumb like it would somehow bite him, and sipped barely a tablespoon into his mouth before he scowled and shook his head. “Yuck! How can you drink that shit? What the hell is it?! ”
“Apparently something too delicious for your whiskey-dulled taste buds to register,” you sighed, snatching the unicorn from your drink and slipping it into your coat pocket before pulling it from the back of your chair and slipping it on. “Come on, Sam. Let’s head back to the motel room and let Dean brood in peace.”
Sam threw back the rest of his and sighed, standing from his chair and leaning forward to whisper to his brother. “Couldn’t just suck it up, could yah?”
“Fuck off,” Dean growled, pushing the unicorn drink away and gripping his whiskey tight in his hand.
Sam disappeared with a heavy sigh, and Dean waited until he heard the door open and close before he relaxed his tense shoulders. He quickly reached for the unicorn drink and finished half of it in one gulp, licking his lips hungrily. The remainder went down just as smooth, and he exhaled quickly out of his nose in a quiet laugh.
Dean lifted the empty glass and wiggled it in his hand, grabbing the bartender’s attention. “Can I get another one?”
The bartender nodded and looked toward the window in the front of the bar, grinning when he saw you and Sam standing there watching Dean, heads thrown back in laughter.
Two Way Street
Summary: The Winchesters open up their bunker for you, a friend of Charlie’s, but one of the brothers sparks something inside you. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3126 Warnings: Fluff, mentions of homophobia, reader is gay (kinda), language, smut, handjob, Dean being sweet, fluff A/N: This is for @spnkinkbingo and the square was “Sexuality Crisis”. This was a pretty hard kink to come up with a story for, but during my shower today, inspiration struck. If you don’t know the kink, this story probably won’t make much sense, but it was really the only thing I could think of and keep it a reader insert. lol My 2020 Kink Bingo Masterlist can be accessed HERE and there are links to the previous years. This was beta’d by @dean-winchesters-bacon, gif was made by me, and I hope you enjoy!
“Are you sure they won’t mind?” you asked, gripping the strap of your duffle bag tighter where it was digging into your shoulder. You entire life was in that bag, and it was more than just physically heavy. It was emotionally heavy as well.
Charlie rolled her eyes and flashed you a smile, bumping her hip against yours. “They have like, a dozen extra rooms, Y/N. And that’s including the dungeon.”
“They have a dungeon?!” you hissed quietly. “Who the hell are these guys?”
The question went unanswered as the large metal door before you swung open, revealing a giant of a man with a broad chest and shoulder length chestnut hair. The flannel he was wearing was wrapped tight around his biceps, and you swallowed hard. Intimidating didn’t even begin to cover it.
“Charlie!” he bellowed, holding his arms out and pulling her into a hug.
“Sam Winchester!” Charlie replied, giggling when he squeezed tighter and wiggled her in his arms. “Thanks again for this.”
Sam released Charlie and looked over at you, a large smile dimpling his cheeks. “Y/N, right? I’m Sam.” He held out his hand which you gladly shook.
“Nice to meet you. Thank you so much for opening your, uhhh… bunker?” You were still unsure what to call this place, since it looked like the door led to some kind of sewer system beneath the water plant above it.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” he laughed, holding the door open to let you inside. “Charlie explained your situation and I’m sorry your family kicked you out. Being gay, especially in 2020, shouldn’t still have so much of a stigma around it.”
The memory of your mother’s venomous words and your father’s hateful slurs burst forth in your mind, and you sniffled quietly. “Yeah, if only everyone was as accepting.”
Groomed
Summary: Castiel’s wings are a mystery to you, but when he asks for help, you end up going above and beyond. Pairing: Castiel x Reader Word Count: 2746 Warnings: Fluff, language, wing kink, grooming, smut (handjob), fluff A/N: This is for @spnkinkbingo and the square was “Wing Kink”. This was actually a lot harder to write than I thought it would be, but I am happy with how it turned out! My 2020 Kink Bingo Masterlist can be accessed HERE and there are links to the previous years. This was beta’d by @saxxxology, gif was made by me, and I hope you enjoy!
Castiel could feel her eyes on him, even though he wasn’t facing her. The behaviors of humans were still mostly confusing and unfamiliar to him, but thanks to Dean, he knew about the concept of personal space and how staring is impolite. It was the first time he’d been alone with Y/N in the bunker, so he could understand her curiosity; he’d been away for several months on angel business. He was trying to keep his attention on the lore book in front of him, but after fifteen minutes straight of dealing with it, he gave in.
“Can I help you, Y/N?”
Shaking herself out of her daze, she ducked her head. “No. Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare.”
“It seemed quite purposeful,” Castiel observed, “since you’ve been on the same page of your book for almost thirty minutes.”
“Okay, fine,” she replied, closing her book and tossing it on the ottoman. “I’ve never talked to a nice angel before and I just… where are your wings? Do they fold up? Are they invisible? Do they make flappy noises? Do they have bones? Are they hollow like an actual bir—”
“Y/N.” Castiel’s stern voice made her mouth slam shut with an audible click. “You could have just asked.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know if they were some kind of taboo subject. Like, if they were considered,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “sexual.”
“They are not inherently sexual. Angels are able to see the wings of other angels, but touching and grooming is another story, done only by good friends or mating partners. Since we are merely celestial energy inside a vessel, our wings are on a different plane and are invisible to the human eye due to the wavelength of light.” Castiel spun around in his chair to face her. “I can manifest them, but you will only be able to see the shadow.”
Ride ‘Em, Cowgirl
Summary: You decide to surprise Dean with a special outfit when he gets back from a hunt. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1406 Warnings: Very minor angst (canon hunter stuff), language, smut, dirty talk, fluff A/N: And so it begins! Here is the first story for the 2020 @spnkinkbingo! The kink is “cowgirl” and I took it both as literal and as the sexual position. The 2020 Kink Bingo Masterlist can be accessed HERE and there are links to the previous years. This was beta’d by @dean-winchesters-bacon and I hope you enjoy!
The hat on your head was itchy, but you knew it would all be worth it just to see the look on Dean’s face when he walked into his room. He and Sam were almost home from a really rough hunt where they ended up losing two teenage boys, two brothers. It hit hard with the Winchesters, and you knew once they got home, they’d retreat into their own spaces. Sam preferred to study, hyperfocusing on research and helping other hunters, while Dean either drank or fucked.
Lucky for him, you were taking that choice away from the older Winchester, at least for tonight.
You were scrolling aimlessly through your phone when the low rumble of the Impala echoed through the garage. Quickly jumping to your feet, you padded over and shut the door to Dean’s bedroom before returning to his bed and kneeling on the middle of his memory foam mattress. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but at least your knees weren’t aching.
Catching your reflection in the full length mirror on the wall to your right (Dean liked to watch your face sometimes when he was fucking you doggy style), you couldn’t help but snort. It looked like you were plucked from some outrageously exaggerated country western music video: hair tied in pigtails and draped over the front of your shoulders, a pink and white flannel shirt tied up and knotted between your breasts to expose your middle, some of the shortest Daisy Dukes you could find on Amazon, all complete with cheap costume cowboy boots and dollar store straw hat.
You looked ridiculous… but you knew Dean would thoroughly enjoy it. And you didn’t have to wait long, hearing two voices in the hallway getting louder.
Rambling - Part 2
Summary: The Winchesters call in the favor you owe them after some traumatic things happen. Characters: Goddess!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Word Count: 2619 Warnings: Language, minor angst, fluff A/N: Read Part 1 HERE. This takes place a few years after that part, but it picks up right where they left off. This is set in season 14 after Jack absorbs Michael’s grace. This was beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology, gif made by me. Enjoy!
Dean is tired. The type of exhaustion that seeps deep into your bones and drags you down so you’re barely able to keep your eyes open. He’s already memorized the cracks and lines in the ceiling of his room, so much so that he would probably be able to draw them from memory. Michael has been truly gone for almost twenty-four hours, but his presence has left a lingering effect on his mind.
For the twentieth time in three hours, Dean flops over onto his stomach, tucking his hands under his pillow. Every time he closes his eyes, flashes of blood and echoes of screams bombard his senses. Groaning, Dean flops back over onto his back, staring at the ceiling he’s grown all too comfortable with.
Until he remembers something.
Jumping out of bed, he quickly throws on a pair of sweatpants and sprints from his room down the hallway. Sam has his own filing system when it comes to documents, lore, and items in the bunker, and no matter how hard he tries, Dean just doesn’t understand Sam’s method to his madness. He begins digging through the various drawers full of catalog cards, trying to find the small white card Sam had filed away those years ago.
“Dean?” Sam tiredly rasps, shuffling through the war room and up the steps to the library. “What’re you doing?”
Oh...
I just had a terrifying thought.
Since the Gates of Hell are open now thanks to Chuck, what if they follow the Season 8 storyline and the series ends with one of the boys going through with the spell to close the Gates of Hell and dying.
Does anyone know how much influence Bucklemming has on the finale? That seems like something they’d do.
“Oh hey, guys! It’s a callback to a previous season!”
No, it’s lazy writing, you dull walnuts.
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The guinea pigs are so cute he started to cry.
“Look at their pink noses, Sam. That one is colored like an Oreo. Look, that one has a star on his forehead. Sam, Sam, listen to the little sounds they make. We don’t deserve guinea pigs.”
This is adorable. I wonder how Cas would react to red pandas.
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One of these days
It won’t be long
You’ll call my name
And I’ll be gone
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
Sex & Mr. Smith
Summary: Dean Smith ventures down to the IT department and comes across a new employee flirting with another worker. Pairing: Dean Smith x Reader Word Count: 1440 Warnings: Sexuality, smut, spanking, dom!Dean, fluff A/N: This takes care of the Dean Smith square for @spnkinkbingo! I really didn’t know where to take this to keep it unique, since we only have one episode of Dean Smith and ideas and storylines are limited. I hope I did it justice, though, and I hope you enjoy! POV change is marked with asterisks. This was beta’d by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon.
Dean rarely ventured down to the IT floor, but ever since the espresso machine in the executive break room decided to start making cold coffee, he had to venture down to the sea of cubicles and yellow shirts that was the IT department. They had the only other espresso machine in the building aside from the small shop downstairs, and Dean wasn’t about to pay for something he could get for free.
Several eyes were on him as he made his way toward the break room, but he ignored them, focusing on his desperate need of late morning caffeine. Y/N, one of the newly hired productivity managers, was outside the break room speaking to a tall man with long brown hair. The two seemed close; she was giggling and putting her hand on his arm with almost everything he said.
As he walked by, Dean couldn’t help but hear part of their conversation.
“Four times a week, huh?” Y/N all but purred. “Getting all sweaty and hot like that? I don’t think I could handle that kind of cardio.”
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Busted Sammy. 😂
Poor Sam. Just wanted to watch some porn and rub one out. Big brothers are always moment killers. 😂
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God was never on your side.
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The story is over… welcome to the end.
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