I kinda hate you for this @zepskies but at the same time I'm here for all the angst!!

Why do I feel like Dean is gonna go all self sabotage and mess it up because he never truly believes he deserves to be happy?!

A broken nose seems tame for what could have happened.

That last line was right in the feels.

Oh to be loved by both Winchester's 💜💜💜

My poor Sam, but totally loved Dean drawing the line.

On to the sequel.

Just A Little Spice - Dean x Reader

“Just A Little Spice” - Dean x Reader

Rating Teen

Dean x Reader

Tags: Language, Dean Makes Bad Decisions, Dean in Mild Peril, Dean is Infuriating but We Still Love Him

Word Count: 1500

Dean likes to spice things up, but it would be nice if he didn’t have to put his life in danger in the process.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "I would burn down the world for you." dialogue square.

A/N: Something Short and Kinda Cute. I ended up finding a way to tie this to my other Bingo Square “Ice Play.”

Image created in Canva (photo used/found through Google Image Search)

Haha this was brilliant. I loved how the reader was concerned but still scolding him and he's all just loopy and probably mildly concussed. 😂

Meeting In The Darkness

Summary: You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.

W/C: 2,882.

Pairing: past Dean Winchester x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: “Well one of us has to be wrong, and it’s not going to be me.”

A/N: @justagirlinafandomworld and @pink-sparkly-witch helped with ideas and feedback, thank you, but it has changed a little since then.

Betas: @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: made by me on canva, divider @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: Dean Winchester // JAckles Verse Bingo // Main

It’s dark. Too dark. Your gun is out along with your flashlight, scanning the corners of the abandoned warehouse but the darkness seems to swallow anything beyond the end of the barrel.

Something is off and your gut tells you to get out, run fast and far. But you won’t, at least not until you find Dean. He called hours ago, said he was hurt and needed help. He sent the location pin and it brought you here. But it doesn’t feel right, it's too…quiet. Like the shadows are listening to your heartbeat. 

You tried calling Dean when you arrived but it rang out until his voicemail picked up. Sam’s not answering his phone either, maybe he’s hurt too? 

One foot over the other, that’s all you can focus on, not the worry making your heart beat faster. You desperately wish you’d called for back-up. Jody, Donna, hell even Garth. Except it was Dean. Your affinity for the surly hunter often clouded your judgment. He might not have time for you to wait for back-up. If Dean is hurt, he needs you now, not when the sun rises, though you doubt the dawn would penetrate the dark depths of the damp smelling warehouse.

“Dean,” you call out in a soft whisper. “Sam?”

Dean’s location blips on your screen, you're standing right on top of it, but he must be a floor above you because there’s no sign of him, and you’ve checked below. You're afraid of what you’ll find, and looking down at the illuminated screen blinds you further in the blackness that surrounds you.

“This isn’t right,” you say and have the eerie feeling someone hears you. 

Your phone rings, startling you so much, it drops to the floor. Of course it lands face down so you can’t see it.

“Fuck!” 

You scramble around, flashlight scanning for it, and as you step forward, you manage to kick it further away. You follow as it slides across the dusty floor, and the corner hits the wall just as it stops ringing.

You're quick to pick it up and the smell hits you as you straighten up. It isn’t dust… 

Demons. 

Uuuhhhmmm, Stace?

I don’t know how to put this but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

Sorry 😘

Just Don't Say You Love Me

Summary: Dean believes you have a good thing going. When you tell him your moving on, he realizes he needs to reassess the relationship and his life before it’s too late.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, miscommunication, unrequited love, friends with benefits, implied smut, Dean doesn’t get a happy ending. 

W/C: 4,776.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jody Mills, Sam Winchester. 

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: Just Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Alpin.

A/N: I tried to fix the angst, but it’s not happening, so the unhappy ending will remain (for now). Special shoutout to @kazsrm67 and @pink-sparkly-witch for helping and offering words/comments of encouragement.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes remain my own. 

Graphics: made by be on canva. Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: JAcklesVerseBingo / Dean Winchester / Main

You knock on Jody’s door, taking a deep breath to calm yourself, some residual adrenaline still playing havoc with your nerves. It’s been a long and insightful day. 

Dean opens the door with a smile, but it quickly morphs into an appreciative grin as his eyes travel the length of your body. “Wow,” he says, “who knew all that was hiding under that uniform.”

You laugh, stepping through the door, not in the least bit phased by his comment. It's not the first time you’ve been told that. “Yeah, that uniform is like an invisibility cloak. I put it on, and no man sees me. Guess you're no exception,” you explain, turning to look at him again. 

“Well, I see you now,” he says, quickly lifting his focus from your ass to your face. “Um, they’re through there,” he gestures for you to go ahead of him. 

“There she is,” Jody says, embracing you with one arm while she places the huge bowl of salad on the table. “How’re you doing?”

“Guess I’m still a little shell-shocked, but I’m okay.” 

“Well, we’re all here to help you…adjust,” Sam offers with a kind smile.

THIS IS FANTASTIC!!! Such a mesmerizing story! I love the way she doesn’t expect anything from Dean but what they have and how his mind immediately goes to those 3 words when she says they need to talk. I am 100% intrigued as to what is going to happen next. What is Dean’s next move? Who did she meet? ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you. Hope to have part 2 and 3 posted in the next week or so. 😍

Meeting In The Darkness

Summary: You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.

W/C: 2,882.

Pairing: past Dean Winchester x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: “Well one of us has to be wrong, and it’s not going to be me.”

A/N: @justagirlinafandomworld and @pink-sparkly-witch helped with ideas and feedback, thank you, but it has changed a little since then.

Betas: @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: made by me on canva, divider @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: Dean Winchester // JAckles Verse Bingo // Main

It’s dark. Too dark. Your gun is out along with your flashlight, scanning the corners of the abandoned warehouse but the darkness seems to swallow anything beyond the end of the barrel.

Something is off and your gut tells you to get out, run fast and far. But you won’t, at least not until you find Dean. He called hours ago, said he was hurt and needed help. He sent the location pin and it brought you here. But it doesn’t feel right, it's too…quiet. Like the shadows are listening to your heartbeat. 

You tried calling Dean when you arrived but it rang out until his voicemail picked up. Sam’s not answering his phone either, maybe he’s hurt too? 

One foot over the other, that’s all you can focus on, not the worry making your heart beat faster. You desperately wish you’d called for back-up. Jody, Donna, hell even Garth. Except it was Dean. Your affinity for the surly hunter often clouded your judgment. He might not have time for you to wait for back-up. If Dean is hurt, he needs you now, not when the sun rises, though you doubt the dawn would penetrate the dark depths of the damp smelling warehouse.

“Dean,” you call out in a soft whisper. “Sam?”

Dean’s location blips on your screen, you're standing right on top of it, but he must be a floor above you because there’s no sign of him, and you’ve checked below. You're afraid of what you’ll find, and looking down at the illuminated screen blinds you further in the blackness that surrounds you.

“This isn’t right,” you say and have the eerie feeling someone hears you. 

Your phone rings, startling you so much, it drops to the floor. Of course it lands face down so you can’t see it.

“Fuck!” 

You scramble around, flashlight scanning for it, and as you step forward, you manage to kick it further away. You follow as it slides across the dusty floor, and the corner hits the wall just as it stops ringing.

You're quick to pick it up and the smell hits you as you straighten up. It isn’t dust… 

Demons. 

This was just heartbreaking 💔 Excellent! Yet, heartbreaking 😥

Thank you babes 💜

Meeting In The Darkness

Summary: You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.

W/C: 2,882.

Pairing: past Dean Winchester x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: “Well one of us has to be wrong, and it’s not going to be me.”

A/N: @justagirlinafandomworld and @pink-sparkly-witch helped with ideas and feedback, thank you, but it has changed a little since then.

Betas: @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: made by me on canva, divider @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: Dean Winchester // JAckles Verse Bingo // Main

It’s dark. Too dark. Your gun is out along with your flashlight, scanning the corners of the abandoned warehouse but the darkness seems to swallow anything beyond the end of the barrel.

Something is off and your gut tells you to get out, run fast and far. But you won’t, at least not until you find Dean. He called hours ago, said he was hurt and needed help. He sent the location pin and it brought you here. But it doesn’t feel right, it's too…quiet. Like the shadows are listening to your heartbeat. 

You tried calling Dean when you arrived but it rang out until his voicemail picked up. Sam’s not answering his phone either, maybe he’s hurt too? 

One foot over the other, that’s all you can focus on, not the worry making your heart beat faster. You desperately wish you’d called for back-up. Jody, Donna, hell even Garth. Except it was Dean. Your affinity for the surly hunter often clouded your judgment. He might not have time for you to wait for back-up. If Dean is hurt, he needs you now, not when the sun rises, though you doubt the dawn would penetrate the dark depths of the damp smelling warehouse.

“Dean,” you call out in a soft whisper. “Sam?”

Dean’s location blips on your screen, you're standing right on top of it, but he must be a floor above you because there’s no sign of him, and you’ve checked below. You're afraid of what you’ll find, and looking down at the illuminated screen blinds you further in the blackness that surrounds you.

“This isn’t right,” you say and have the eerie feeling someone hears you. 

Your phone rings, startling you so much, it drops to the floor. Of course it lands face down so you can’t see it.

“Fuck!” 

You scramble around, flashlight scanning for it, and as you step forward, you manage to kick it further away. You follow as it slides across the dusty floor, and the corner hits the wall just as it stops ringing.

You're quick to pick it up and the smell hits you as you straighten up. It isn’t dust… 

Demons. 

Excuse me, ma'am but I believe you have just shattered something very important to me - my heart!! 💔😭

The conclusion was perfect, a final stab that had me bawling! Wonderfully done, my friend. 👏🏽

I’m sorry 😘 🤗 but a lovely compliment 🥰

Meeting In The Darkness

Summary: You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.

W/C: 2,882.

Pairing: past Dean Winchester x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: “Well one of us has to be wrong, and it’s not going to be me.”

A/N: @justagirlinafandomworld and @pink-sparkly-witch helped with ideas and feedback, thank you, but it has changed a little since then.

Betas: @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: made by me on canva, divider @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: Dean Winchester // JAckles Verse Bingo // Main

It’s dark. Too dark. Your gun is out along with your flashlight, scanning the corners of the abandoned warehouse but the darkness seems to swallow anything beyond the end of the barrel.

Something is off and your gut tells you to get out, run fast and far. But you won’t, at least not until you find Dean. He called hours ago, said he was hurt and needed help. He sent the location pin and it brought you here. But it doesn’t feel right, it's too…quiet. Like the shadows are listening to your heartbeat. 

You tried calling Dean when you arrived but it rang out until his voicemail picked up. Sam’s not answering his phone either, maybe he’s hurt too? 

One foot over the other, that’s all you can focus on, not the worry making your heart beat faster. You desperately wish you’d called for back-up. Jody, Donna, hell even Garth. Except it was Dean. Your affinity for the surly hunter often clouded your judgment. He might not have time for you to wait for back-up. If Dean is hurt, he needs you now, not when the sun rises, though you doubt the dawn would penetrate the dark depths of the damp smelling warehouse.

“Dean,” you call out in a soft whisper. “Sam?”

Dean’s location blips on your screen, you're standing right on top of it, but he must be a floor above you because there’s no sign of him, and you’ve checked below. You're afraid of what you’ll find, and looking down at the illuminated screen blinds you further in the blackness that surrounds you.

“This isn’t right,” you say and have the eerie feeling someone hears you. 

Your phone rings, startling you so much, it drops to the floor. Of course it lands face down so you can’t see it.

“Fuck!” 

You scramble around, flashlight scanning for it, and as you step forward, you manage to kick it further away. You follow as it slides across the dusty floor, and the corner hits the wall just as it stops ringing.

You're quick to pick it up and the smell hits you as you straighten up. It isn’t dust… 

Demons. 

In case you missed it….

Strangers

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: They were just two strangers, dancing in the middle of a club.

Warnings: pre-smut

Word count: 486

A/N: Hi! I wrote this little thing for @princessmisery666's "Daily Mixes Challenge". I got "Tell It to My Heart" by Hozier, MEDUSA. While listening to the song I could imagine so well to be in the middle of a dance floor, so I let the melody guide me and here we are. I hope you guys are gonna like it. Feedback is gold. ❤ All errors are mine.

Dean noticed her the moment she stepped into the room. She walked down the stairs and into the dancing crowd, following her friends. He watched her move, glancing around herself while trying to keep down the short skirt she was wearing and that it kept rising with her every step. He kept following her with his eyes, ignoring Benny's rambling, too busy watching her. He was at his third beer when her friends managed to drag her to the dance floor. Unlike her friends, she slowly moved from one foot to the other quite shyly. Dean watched her move her hips in time with the song playing until the beat faded. He drank what was left of his beer, patting Benny’s shoulder before walking towards the dancing floor. His friend watched him walk away with a smirk before ordering himself a new drink. Dean moved through the sweaty crowd, following the beating sound of the song, stopping only when he was a few feet away from her. He started to sway from one side to the other, matching her movements. She noticed him right away, glancing at him through the crowd. She kept shuffling before, with a half spin, she gave him her back. Dean moved a few steps closer then, making her bite down her lower lip while trying to repress the smile that was trying to escape her. They both kept following the beat of the song, with her glancing back at him and with him reaching for her hips to keep her a bit closer. Dean boldly sneaked one of his arms around her middle ever so slowly. Y/N was now pressed against his chest while their hips languidly swayed back and forth. Dean moved a strand of her hair to one side, exposing her neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin while his perfume invaded her nostrils. So, Y/N turned around, lacing her arms around his neck while Dean’s arm was firmly around her middle. She welcomed one of his legs between hers without missing a beat. His jeans were the only barrier between them. He could feel her nails scrapping at the base of his neck, making him shiver. Y/N smiled at the feeling of the goosebumps under her fingertips, and before she could do anything else, Dean’s lips were on hers. All it took for her to disclose her mouth was a second to register the warmth of his mouth against her painted lips and welcome him. And just like that, they suddenly stopped moving in the middle of a crowded dance floor, too busy to taste each other. Dean didn’t waste any time, kissing her a bit harder while his tongue went searching for hers. The moment their tongues touched, a moan escaped both. The loud music was the only reason they didn’t hear it. Nobody could. The heart, instead… well, that was a different story.

💜🥰 oh so sweet and that last line… 🧑‍🍳 😘

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Prompt from @thesassywallflower for @spnfanficpond Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Pairing/characters: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones

Chapter warnings/tags: finale-fix it, there was no rebar, explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

Chapter WC: 2200

Author’s notes: There will be multiple chapters written in 3rd person POV, shifting perspective in each section.

Many thanks and love to my dear friends @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunker​ I love you both like whoa. Text divider by @talesmaniac89.

“Dude.” Sam is beaming from the inside out. He might be overreacting, but he doesn’t think so.

“Dude.” Dean grips the steering wheel tightly.

Sam doesn’t notice at first that Dean looks like he might pass out. “Dude, I always had a feeling she was interested in you, but monster auctions and apocalypses-”

Dean doesn’t start the car right away. He sits staring into the mid-morning winter sun, white-knuckling the steering wheel until he drops his hands to the bench seat in frustration and booms, “Dude, what?!”

Sam’s taken aback. “What, what?”

Dean blinks at his brother, his mouth agape. “Sam…” he pauses and scoffs lightly, shaking his head. “Donna…”

Dean pauses again, regripping the steering wheel with one hand as he squints into the shine of the sun again as it bounces off the bright, studded tire-packed snow of Donna’s side-street avenue.

He sighs and shoves the key into the ignition, shaking his head.

“Donna, what, Dean?” Sam asks, daring his brother to actually speak in full sentences on the issue of why he thinks he shouldn’t have something normal. “Are you trying to tell me I didn’t walk in on you two ready to jump each other’s bones?”

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I sooooooo want Donna to sweep him off his feet 💜 I understand his apprehension and I love that Sam isn’t letting him talk himself out it 💜

Just Like A Pill

Summary: Y/N has no choice but to go to the Winchester’s for help. But after ditching Dean at the Christmas Market and still not having spoken how will it go down? Will they finally say all the things that need to be said?

Warnings: Angst, language, mild smut, mention of Dean dying, Demon!Dean mentioned.

Song & Artist: Just Like A Pill - Pink - Link to YouTube.

W/C: 4.2k (inc. lyrics)

Notes: Sequel to “In Spite Of What My Heart Says”. Don’t need to have read it but it’s got some smutty Dean goodness in it 😜

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N (she/her).

Pairing: Dean x Y/N (she/her)

Beta: @1000roughdrafts​ / @slytherkins​ 

Tags at the bottom. 

Gifs Not Mine.

I’m writing a fic based on a song for every letter of the alphabet - Master List / Spotify Playlist

Just Like A Pill

6 Months Ago. 

The motel room smelled of damp and mold. Though she’d been there for four nights it still hit her like a brick wall every time she walked into the room. She threw the key onto the table and flicked on the light. Y/N swore to herself she would take a couple of days off, soon. She’d check into a hotel, one with a spa, room service, and a bed she could drown in.

She slowly peeled off her jacket, carefully pulled it down her left arm, and hissed as it scraped over the new slash on her bicep. It needed stitching. The jacket was a lost cause, the leather wouldn’t be mended.

She dropped into the nearest chair in the kitchenette. She still felt winded from the fight with the wendigo, but maybe that was the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. The thought of stitching herself up always made her stomach churn, but she’d do it. She had no choice. She just wished Dean was there. He’d have fixed her up and made her laugh as he did it, soothing her pain-filled winces with kisses. 

Let it go, Y/N! He’s gone.

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First of all, I love this song. And when you started weaving it into the story, all I could think is this is the most amazing thing ever!

I’m stepping all the way back to the beginning real quick tho. That angsty opening was so perfect. I DID NOT SEE THAT PHONE CALL COMING!!! Her panic made me panic! And then I was like - wait a minute - WHAT?! noooo, no, no, no, nonononono, you don’t get to make him sound all happy and shy and then hang up on him!! 😭💔💔💔

It makes their meeting back in the first part so much more painful! Because he sought her out through the crowd! AND NOW!!!!!! OMG STACEY!!! Now that they’re meeting in this part and he is royally pissed, I’m like, yep, yep. That makes sense.

And then!!

“I thought I was doing it quietly,” he frowned, shuffling forward on his chair, intrigue taking over his anger. “How did you know all that?”

Her spell has her feeling aaaallllllll the pain she has caused, just, I’m applauding this. 👏🏽That’s 👏🏽some 👏🏽good 👏🏽shit. 👏🏽

And we’re back to them hashing everything out. Using the song to explain what happened, how he took her out of the game and that she still feels like she is on that floor, waiting for him to come back, knowing she can’t follow…that was so fucking good.

And when he explained that he didn’t go to her because - you know. I just. I just about cried because that’s fucking beautiful!!! 😭He didn’t want her to let him go, he knew - he knew he wanted her beside him and 👏🏽stayed👏🏽 away 👏🏽to👏🏽 protect 👏🏽her 👏🏽even 👏🏽as 👏🏽a 👏🏽demon. 🥺🖤

There is an air of doom around them even at the end, but their love is so bright. I love this, I just, I really do. ❤❤❤❤

I can never adequately tell you how much your reviews mean to me 🥰😘

I love how much you love this cause I love it just as much and that’s a whole lot of love!! 💜💜💜

Dear Fucking Diary: Entry the 13th - Let it Snow!

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (Daisy)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Smut, PinV, fingering, oral (m receiving), lots of fluff, my crappy HGTV-based knowledge of house construction.

Word Count: 2,178

DFD: Series Masterlist

Series Summary: I’ve been tasked with writing in this fucking diary like a some teenage girl. It sucks, but who else am I going to talk to about the incredible hottie who lives next door?

Chapter Summary: 13th Entry. Dean and I are on an adventure together, and I'm loving every minute of it.

A/N: So, this is a continuation of the series, really. It’s a self contained entry. Hope you guys enjoy a return to Dean and Daisy! 😊

A/N 2: I was telling @princessmisery666 that we got our first real, big snowfall yesterday, so I've been in some cozy Dean feels. Originally I thought I'd just write some Dean fluff that involved snow, but I quickly realized it was meant to be a Dean and Daisy story. It also got smuttier than I was planning! 😆 So, enjoy!

The awesome dividers both below and at the bottom is created by @talesmaniac89

The title card was created by me.

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Hey DD! I just got back from an AMAZING night, and a pretty embarrassing morning.

It started yesterday when we woke up to nearly 6 inches of snow on the ground. It was the first snowfall of the season, which always makes me want to stay inside and cuddle. I made that suggestion to Dean, but he was worried about the snow interrupting the construction on the house the next day. He didn’t think the trucks would be able to pull onto the property with all the snow piled up.

So, he decided to go shovel it all out. It was a LOT of shoveling.

I started out doing it with him, but within a half hour my back and arms were screaming at me, reminding me that I was not built for manual labor and Dean ordered me to go inside and rest and warm up in the shelter of our almost house. I ignored him for another ten minutes before I finally had to admit defeat and moved grudgingly inside.

This would be the perfect day 🤩🥰

Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

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Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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I've raved about this before and I will no doubt do it again. I will forever reread this one.

After re-reading today I still cannot adequately express how brilliant this is. My emotions feel kinda frayed and even though it ended "happy" there's always that underlying pain and anguish that will never truly go away.

I'm getting a little teary eyed writing this because one of the things the Winchester's always seemed to have is hope, and reading Dean very much losing his hope is heart breaking in a way I cannot describe.

It's breathtakingly brutal and honest.

Even if you are not a SPN fan, you should read this, I promise its worth every single letter.

In Spite Of What My Heart Says

Summary: You’ve avoided Dean for a while, but there’s so much that’s been left unsaid. He catches up to you and you’ll happily distract him to put off the inevitable difficult conversation.

Warnings: smut, choking, rough sex (sort of!), p in v, unresolved angst, language. 

Song & Artist: You’re Makin’ Me High - Toni Braxton - Link to YouTube

W/C: 3.1k (inc. lyrics)

Notes: Set around season 10. For day 9 of @negans-lucille-tblr and @the-minus-four 12 days of Ficmas challenge prompt was “Christmas Lights / Choking” 

Characters: Dean, you. Mentioned: Sam and Cas. 

Pairing: Dean x You (she/her/Y.N)

Beta(s): @firefly-in-darkness / @deanwinchesterswitch / @slytherkins

I’m writing a fic based on a song for every letter of the alphabet - Master List / Spotify Playlist

In Spite Of What My Heart Says

The Christmas Market heaved with people. Families huddled together under the heat lamps, couples kissed under plastic mistletoe, kids chased one another through the crowds and dogs yapped at passersby or begged for scraps at their master’s feet. 

The town square held endless rows of stalls that sold trinkets, hand-made cards, and handcrafted baubles for the trees that were yet to be decorated. Christmas music played from speakers disguised as snowmen or elves. The aroma of all the different types of food that sizzled on grills or simmered in large pots wafted around Y/N as she strolled lazily through the throngs of people, sipping a seven dollar coffee that tasted like cigarette ash.

The makeshift market was the perfect hunting ground. Three victims were last seen perusing the festive stalls, and so that’s where she needed to be to follow the vampires to their nest. Nothing that was on offer interested her; she certainly did not feel the Christmas spirit. She was working, and she wanted to kill the vamps and be done with the butt end of nowhere town.

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Ah, we love a good christmas fic!

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Coffee ☕️- and why is it always the most expensive?!?!

They’re both fools!!

I FELT that Rick gif 🤕 and that’s exactly how I wanted that line to feel!!

Unwanted - she’s clearly in denial 🤣