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 😘

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. 

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(Not So) Temporary - Master List

Summary: Sam, on a solo hunt, gets injured. He wakes up in a motel room, and Casey is at his side. Taking care of Sam while he healed was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. But when it’s time to go their separate ways, neither of them are quite ready to say goodbye. (Set around season 14)

Warnings: fluff, smut (unprotected sex), unashamed appreciation of Sam’s body, shameless flirting, language, happy/flirty Sam, happy ending, hurt/comfort.

W/C: 13.8k (3 parts)

Challenge: @wi-deangirl77​ - That’s Some Supernatural Schitt - Prompt: “Stop doing that with your face!” - Alexis Rose (in part 1).

A/N: I had the shower scene in my head for a long time. I wrote it down and the rest sprang up around it. Then Jared posted this pic and it inspired more Sam body appreciation. I needed some happy, flirty Sam in my life. I apologize for nothing. I’m not a doctor, I have no medical knowledge. Just go with it.

Notes: Truck Image found on Pinterest. Thanks to @pinknerdpanda​ and @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters​ for offering encouragement and comments when I got stuck. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC (Casey), Dean Winchester, Other OC’s. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Casey).

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 

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Rainy Days and Mondays

Summary- You and Dean reminisce about your childhoods and decide it’s never too late to play in the rain. 

Characters- Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count- 2.5k

Warnings- Little bit of angst, mutual pining, fluff

Author’s Note- This was written for @letsby​‘s Roaring at Forty challenge. My prompts were “Life begins at…” and “But enough about me, let’s talk about you.” Sorry this is so very very late. Happy Belated Birthday!!!

Thunder rumbled across the sky as the heavens poured from above. Rain leaked through the windowpane, bubbling the paint on the sill. Picking at the chipped table, you glance around the room. Wet shoes drying by the door. The smell of stale cigarettes clung to old carpet and wood-paneled walls. The queen-sized beds squeezed into the small space covered in olive threadbare comforters from decades past. You didn’t know which was gloomier the dreary gray soaked mess outside or the shabby dilapidated hole you found yourself in. 

The one bright side was the 6-foot tall man sprawled on one of the beds. His head rested on his hand while the other pointed a remote at an old fatback television, flipping through channels he could barely make out through the static. 

Apparently, the storm had taken out the cable along with internet and cell phone service, leaving you stranded here until you could get in touch with Sam and Castiel. A groan brought you out of your thoughts. 

“Ugh, this sucks!” He tossed the remote onto your bed as he sat up, swinging his feet to the ground. “No internet. No t.v. No booze. What the hell are we supposed to do while we wait?” 

Shrugging, you tried desperately to keep your mind off what you’d like to do to pass the time. Alone. With Dean. 

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OMG 😱 those last three sentence’s literally made me teary eyed 😢

a smidge of angst but all the fluffiness and it was beautiful 🤩

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​ 

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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!! 💜💜💜

(Not So) Temporary - Master List

Summary: Sam, on a solo hunt, gets injured. He wakes up in a motel room, and Casey is at his side. Taking care of Sam while he healed was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. But when it’s time to go their separate ways, neither of them are quite ready to say goodbye. (Set around season 14)

Warnings: fluff, smut (unprotected sex), unashamed appreciation of Sam’s body, shameless flirting, language, happy/flirty Sam, happy ending, hurt/comfort.

W/C: 13.8k (3 parts)

Challenge: @wi-deangirl77​ - That’s Some Supernatural Schitt - Prompt: “Stop doing that with your face!” - Alexis Rose (in part 1).

A/N: I had the shower scene in my head for a long time. I wrote it down and the rest sprang up around it. Then Jared posted this pic and it inspired more Sam body appreciation. I needed some happy, flirty Sam in my life. I apologize for nothing. I’m not a doctor, I have no medical knowledge. Just go with it.

Notes: Truck Image found on Pinterest. Thanks to @pinknerdpanda​ and @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters​ for offering encouragement and comments when I got stuck. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC (Casey), Dean Winchester, Other OC’s. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Casey).

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 

Just another masterpiece series from this gem of an author! Seriously.. how do you pack so much into just three chapters?! It never feels rushed, just natural development of romance and closeness. Thank you again, I’m re-reading this right now!

Thank you so much 😘 that’s a wonderful compliment 💜

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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Believe me you NEED to read this!!

It’s beautiful, heartbreaking, sweet, angsty, fluffy and could very easily be canon.

Birthday Cake

Summary: Today is Dean’s birthday, so you decide to bake him a long-overdue surprise.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam mentioned

Words: 1670

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff

Beta’d by: n/a

Divider by: @firefly-in-darkness​ / @firefly-graphics​

A/N: This is my submission for @firefly-in-darkness’ 2k Follower Challenge; my prompt was baking a cake.

MAIN MASTERLIST - DEAN MASTERLIST

Your phone buzzed loudly from the nightstand, pulling you from your slumber. Quickly turning off your alarm, you glanced at the screen and let out a quiet groan.  You flipped your phone over and buried your face back into the pillow—you hated being awake so early, and the bed was so warm and comfortable.  

The soft snores coming from the warm body next to you, however, reminded you why you were awake to begin with, and so you pulled yourself away.  Slowly you rolled from the bed, careful not to jostle your sleeping companion.  Tiptoeing through the darkness, you grabbed your lounge shorts from the desk and quietly slipped from the room.  Padding down the halls of the bunker, you made your way to the kitchen to put your plan into motion.

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OH MY THE FLUUUUUF! This was so sweet and so true, Dean deserves a world of pie and love 🥰

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​ 

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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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Perfect fic to go with this fantastic song.

Another wonderful story from you ❤️

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Thank you 💗

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. 

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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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Hurt less.

Still hurt.

Bitch.

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Thank you for the mention 😘

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. 

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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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This is magnificent

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Thank you 😃

A/N : Hello everybody. This story was written in almost half an hour which I think could be counted as some kind of a record for me. O course it is unbeta’d but I got a good feeling about it. It is my first submission for @cockslut-padalecki ’s #Eleven sentence challenge and the prompt I chose is highlighted.

Hope y’all enjoy my story. If you do, don‘t hesitate to let me know. Your comments are the thing keeping me alive.

Warnings: I don’t really now if they qualify as warnings but it’s sex against a motel door. So, ya know. Not much talking is taking place. I can’t really think of anything else.

Pairing : Dean x Reader

Summary : Check “Warnings” above.

Word count : 520

The pic was found on Google and the dividers are by @firefly-graphics and @talesmaniac89

My hands are all over her body, touching, squeezing, bruising as she is kissing me hungrily with her legs wrapped around my waist and feeling thankful for her pretty white dress that is covering her, hiding her bare, dripping pussy shamelessly grinding against my painfully erect and leaking dick.

I don’t even know how we manage to get inside the motel room because what we are right now is two bodies tangled in each other, two mouths devouring hungrily one another, two people who are starving, needy and burning with desire.

I kick the door shut with my foot and I pin her against it not wanting to break this filthy entanglement that we are in, not wanting to miss the heat of her skin on mine for even one second.

Beautifully dirty 🤤🤤🤤

I was going to partake in this challenge but after reading this I don't think I will cause I'll never be able to get any where close to this deliciousness.

Laundromat

It’s my birthday! I’m absolutely drowning in work and bullshit and I’m mad about everything but it’s my birthday and I deserve something nice and so do you, so here’s a sweet little nothing about going to a laundromat I’ve had written for a while. 

Title: Laundromat

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1245

Summary: Gotta wash the clothes sometime, right?

Warnings: fluff only

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This is awesome.

The sprinkling of details made me feel like I was right there!! 💜