Shared Grief

The wonderfulness that is Rowena appears courtesy of the amazing @fangirlxwritesx67 - 😍

Series Summary: Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price.

Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of?!), bad decisions, betrayal, thoughts of suicide mentioned (no graphic descriptions), fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence.

W/C: 18k (3 parts)

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC (Emily), Rowena, Sam Winchester.

Pairing: Dean x OFC, Sam x OFC.

Notes: Another ‘one-shot’ turned into a mini-series😏🙄Sequel to Need Me - but the events of that are discussed so don’t necessarily need to have read it.

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Need Me

Summary: Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him. 

Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe).

W/C: 2.6k

Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: Free (smangst)

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester mentioned. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Emily) 

Notes: First-person POV (OFC).  I don’t specify what happened to Sam but I do mention the bunker so let’s go with Season 8-ish. 

A/N: I was listening to Need Me - Eminem ft. Pink and this fic happened as a result. I’ve no idea where it came from if I’m honest, or why I wrote it in first person. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @cockslut-padalecki​ // Though they are both wonderful all mistakes are my own. 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Master Lists: AFG Bingo // Dean Winchester

He’s drunk. Again.

The room is trashed. Holes in the wall, the white plaster showing, chairs toppled over, lamps laying in pieces where they fell, the tv smashed. It smells like someone died drinking copious amounts of whisky, smoking cheap cigarettes while sweating buckets, and then decided vomiting uncontrollably would be their last act of destruction. 

What is that? Fuck. The carpet is burned. A small black patch at the side of the bed. Just another thing we’ll have to pay for.

I fling open the curtains and crack the window.

It’s dark outside so no light filters in but Dean grumbles something from the bed. He’s on his stomach, face squished against the pillow and I don’t quite catch it.

“What?” 

He lifts his head enough to mumble, “Fuck off,” a little clearer this time.

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Go read this and it’s sequel. They’re amazing! 🙏🏼

Thank you 😊 glad you enjoyed it.

The follow up to the follow up is still pending 😂

There will always be a part of me that loves him and I think that’s exactly why I refused to watch the final season bc I knew how dean’s arc would end. But seriously that man could get it whenever wherever however he wants.

He could get it whenever, wherever and however he wants AND he knows it!!

Stacy! This was a true surprise, I'm all giddy! This went from angsty, this is a reflex kind of thing, it means nothing, to - well I'm picturing Dean's face to be the second gif when he puts that second quarter into the jukebox and I'm 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

📞Hi, yes, I would like to play this game with him.

That’s exactly what he was doing with that second quarter 😉 I love you 🥰 you just get me.

I love this hon. I guess I'm getting back I to Dean now.

You mean Dean was in you…

Sorry couldn’t help myself 🤣

Good God.

This should have come with more warnings.

Excuse me...

Dean is a warning ⚠️ 😂

Love ya babes 💜

I thought I was going to get nothing but angst... I love being surprised like that

💜gotta give Dean some love every now and then 🥵

Thanks for reading and sharing 😘

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Tattered: Better to Beg than Ask

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-Series

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

Word Count: ~4200

Warnings,  etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, some  dialogue taken from canon, suicidal thoughts, Lucifer being his annoying self, hell-uciations, infidelity (physical and otherwise), multiple claims, betrayal, ANGST, emotional sexy times and more!

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*I will no longer be putting episode titles as references because we have ventured into “not even pretending to follow canon or its timeline” territory. Thanks *

SAM

    Lucifer keeps singing to me and sometimes his voice pitches in such a way that it isn’t annoying. I make the mistake of trying to relax into the melody and that's  when the words take root. He reminds me that all angels can sing, humans just can’t hear them without turning into goo.

 I think I would prefer that to this.

    Bobby’s the only one who seems to be okay with my latest level of crazy. Dean ignores it when he sees me flinch, while Y/N, well, she aches and I can smell it and it makes me feel even more guilty for being so weak. For not being able to hold it together.

    For still being a fucking freak.

    The only reason I don’t kill myself is because that wouldn’t end anything, Lucifer would be there with open arms.

    I can’t sleep. The house settles in the dark and I can feel her toss and turn upstairs. Lucifer always knows when I’m thinking about her. He’s jealous or terrible at sharing the spotlight or both so he gets more enthusiastic.

    I puke sometime before dawn, my stomach never seems to settle when I don’t get at least a few hours of sleep. But I’m quiet about it, and blink away the latest stream of hallucinations he sends my way with the stench.

    I’m back on the couch and the sunlight is flooding the shabby living room. I forgot Bobby’s even has windows most days. 

Everything hurts. I try to roll over and hide my face, but my skin feels like it’s too small for my bones. And I’m already sweating.

I’m halfway into a rut fog— which shouldn’t be happening so soon— when I realize how quiet it is. Like nobody’s home.

Even Lucifer is AWOL.

I exhale for what feels like the first time in days. 

    And on the breath in I catch it— I smell her.

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Ah poor Dean 😢 but he handled exactly how I expected him to, all snarky remarks to hide his heart break ❤️‍🩹

Sam looking all lost and shameful, that broke my heart too. 😭

Will they work it out?! CAN they work it out?! I don’t know. Sam is her TRUEMATE? So where does that leave Dean?! I don’t know anymore!!

I need a hug 🤗

Shared Grief - Part 3 of 3

The wonderfulness that is Rowena appears courtesy of the amazing @fangirlxwritesx67 - 😍

Summary: Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price.

Part 3 Warnings: mild smut, angst, cheating, bad decisions, betrayal, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned.

W/C: 5k

Part 3 Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC (Emily), Sam Winchester, Rowena.

Pairing: Dean x OFC, Sam x OFC.

Notes: sequel to Need Me

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch - seriously I cannot thank you enough for all your help, this fic wouldn’t be what it is without you 😘// all mistakes are my own.

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Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Emily knew Dean heard her sneakers squeak on the tiled floor before she appeared in his peripheral vision. She stopped dead in her tracks and then turned to go back the way she’d come from.

“You can’t do that,” he called before she managed to take a complete step.

She stopped again, head tilted to the ceiling, her shoulders dropped with her heavy sigh. She peeked over her shoulder, “Can’t do what?”

“Avoid me,” he said, without looking up from the laptop set on the table in front of him. “Sam noticed the other day, and he’ll notice again.” He waited a moment for her to realize he was right. “He’s not here, by the way. It’s safe to be in my presence.”

THE END???

THE END??!

I wish I was in your presence so I could proceed to bug you with jabs to the arm and ask the inevitable: "WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!?!?"

But wait, is this ultimately why she felt different? Because I'm pretty sure it was the last chapter that she started to "do the math" and I was like, hey there, something's missing, but it was never explicitly stated. 🤔

She can't go back, right? I mean, there's no way? Even if she did come out and tell them, Dean would then do the math, and she's already decided not to tell Dean....

Stace what are you doing to meeeeeeeeee😭 😭😭

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Yvette, I was totally expecting to get shouted at for this end but those gifs made me laugh 😂

You reading and sharing your thoughts has inspired me to dive into the partly written sequel - I need to work out some kinks, add a couple of scenes and figure out the ending. However, I can confirm what’s happens next:

Drinking Alone, Together.

Summary: Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, but fate seems to bring broken souls together.

Warnings: smut, angst, alcohol as a coping mechanism, drinking to forget.

W/C: 1.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: drinking the pain away.

Notes: Set in the missing 5 years of Endgame. Inspired by Carrie Underwood - Drinking Alone. I used some of the lyrics too.

Betas: @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, or ten. The serum coursing through him meant he couldn’t get drunk, at least not in the traditional sense. But Thor had left three barrels of Asgardian liquor at the compound, and he had filled two hip flasks to mix with the whiskey he ordered at the bar.

His baseball cap and the circular booth at the back of the room offered some privacy. The small wall light, covered by a dark red shade and a visible amount of dust, gave it a smoky, mysterious atmosphere, but he wasn’t there for that either.

Since the snap, he craved noise—any noise. Silence was the enemy; silence nurtured thoughts, and thoughts spawned tendrils of all the mistakes he felt he’d made. Noise and the God of Thunder’s numbing liquid were the remedies.

Woo child

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Drinking Alone, Together.

Summary: Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, but fate seems to bring broken souls together.

Warnings: smut, angst, alcohol as a coping mechanism, drinking to forget.

W/C: 1.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: drinking the pain away.

Notes: Set in the missing 5 years of Endgame. Inspired by Carrie Underwood - Drinking Alone. I used some of the lyrics too.

Betas: @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, or ten. The serum coursing through him meant he couldn’t get drunk, at least not in the traditional sense. But Thor had left three barrels of Asgardian liquor at the compound, and he had filled two hip flasks to mix with the whiskey he ordered at the bar.

His baseball cap and the circular booth at the back of the room offered some privacy. The small wall light, covered by a dark red shade and a visible amount of dust, gave it a smoky, mysterious atmosphere, but he wasn’t there for that either.

Since the snap, he craved noise—any noise. Silence was the enemy; silence nurtured thoughts, and thoughts spawned tendrils of all the mistakes he felt he’d made. Noise and the God of Thunder’s numbing liquid were the remedies.

Cause this is pretty hot

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😜thank you

Drinking Alone, Together.

Summary: Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, but fate seems to bring broken souls together.

Warnings: smut, angst, alcohol as a coping mechanism, drinking to forget.

W/C: 1.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: drinking the pain away.

Notes: Set in the missing 5 years of Endgame. Inspired by Carrie Underwood - Drinking Alone. I used some of the lyrics too.

Betas: @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, or ten. The serum coursing through him meant he couldn’t get drunk, at least not in the traditional sense. But Thor had left three barrels of Asgardian liquor at the compound, and he had filled two hip flasks to mix with the whiskey he ordered at the bar.

His baseball cap and the circular booth at the back of the room offered some privacy. The small wall light, covered by a dark red shade and a visible amount of dust, gave it a smoky, mysterious atmosphere, but he wasn’t there for that either.

Since the snap, he craved noise—any noise. Silence was the enemy; silence nurtured thoughts, and thoughts spawned tendrils of all the mistakes he felt he’d made. Noise and the God of Thunder’s numbing liquid were the remedies.

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Drinking Alone, Together.

Summary: Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, but fate seems to bring broken souls together.

Warnings: smut, angst, alcohol as a coping mechanism, drinking to forget.

W/C: 1.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: drinking the pain away.

Notes: Set in the missing 5 years of Endgame. Inspired by Carrie Underwood - Drinking Alone. I used some of the lyrics too.

Betas: @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, or ten. The serum coursing through him meant he couldn’t get drunk, at least not in the traditional sense. But Thor had left three barrels of Asgardian liquor at the compound, and he had filled two hip flasks to mix with the whiskey he ordered at the bar.

His baseball cap and the circular booth at the back of the room offered some privacy. The small wall light, covered by a dark red shade and a visible amount of dust, gave it a smoky, mysterious atmosphere, but he wasn’t there for that either.

Since the snap, he craved noise—any noise. Silence was the enemy; silence nurtured thoughts, and thoughts spawned tendrils of all the mistakes he felt he’d made. Noise and the God of Thunder’s numbing liquid were the remedies.

Damn! I could see it all in my mind. I could almost taste their desperation.

Beautifully written and the smut was 👌.

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Thank you 🥰🤩

Drinking Alone, Together.

Summary: Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, but fate seems to bring broken souls together.

Warnings: smut, angst, alcohol as a coping mechanism, drinking to forget.

W/C: 1.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: drinking the pain away.

Notes: Set in the missing 5 years of Endgame. Inspired by Carrie Underwood - Drinking Alone. I used some of the lyrics too.

Betas: @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, or ten. The serum coursing through him meant he couldn’t get drunk, at least not in the traditional sense. But Thor had left three barrels of Asgardian liquor at the compound, and he had filled two hip flasks to mix with the whiskey he ordered at the bar.

His baseball cap and the circular booth at the back of the room offered some privacy. The small wall light, covered by a dark red shade and a visible amount of dust, gave it a smoky, mysterious atmosphere, but he wasn’t there for that either.

Since the snap, he craved noise—any noise. Silence was the enemy; silence nurtured thoughts, and thoughts spawned tendrils of all the mistakes he felt he’d made. Noise and the God of Thunder’s numbing liquid were the remedies.

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