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dean winchester lives in my mind rent free requests are closed !

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𖦹 bela! 22 — she/her, english | inbox always open to chat!

writing ˎˊ˗ supernatural + any jensen ackles & jared padalecki characters

masterlists ⸝⸝ requests are closed ⸝⸝ join my taglist !

mainly fluff, a little angst here and there, and have just started trying out smut

uploads on saturday at 2:22 pm ! (uk time)

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writing update!!

putting uploads on hold for the next couple of weeks as i have a few harry styles shows coming up!! so i won’t have much time to write or post while that’s going on!

i still have a few fics in my drafts and i will still be trying to write around the shows, but most likely no posts until my first two shows are done :)

thank you for your patience!!

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ꨄ︎ not your imagination / dean winchester ˎˊ˗ part 1

⋰˚☆ teen!dean x teen!reader | fluff | 1.7k ⋰˚☆ where you’d heard about monsters in stories, never believing they were real. until, you were running for your life to get away from one. luckily, an expert was around to help you. ⋰˚☆ content: fem!reader, reader scared, brief werewolf chase, blood mentioned

the thrill of it all mlist 𖦹 one 𖦹 next… coming soon

running faster than you ever thought you were able to wasn’t your idea of fun after a busy day at school.

there you were, running in the direction of your home while loud footsteps and growls came from behind you. you were sure whatever it was had started gaining on you, trying to make your feet carry you faster.

monsters were in movies, tv shows, books you read. they weren’t real, they didn’t hide under your bed or in a closet. they weren’t real.

which is what you’d thought for most of your life. until right this second. you had no idea what was chasing you, why it was chasing you.

trying not to stumble over your own feet, you kept running, taking bigger steps, trying to move faster. you never had been much of a runner, but right now you’d probably win fastest in your entire school.

bag clutched in your palm, you turned down a corner, away from the streets. perhaps not the smartest idea, more places to hide though, were the thoughts going through your mind.

a large dumpster beside an apartment building, somewhere you could stay quiet, at least try to catch your breath if this thing didn’t tear you apart first.

you reached the dumpster before the monster could turn the same corner. sitting down, back against the hard wall, knees pulled to your chest as you took many deep breaths, trying to slow your racing heart and panting lungs.

there were still footsteps, slower as it tried to track you. heavy breathing, quieter growling like a wolf stalking its prey. its shadow rearing its head as the nearby lamp post shone above you.

never did you think this would be the way you’d go out. the way your life would end. from some creature, monster that shouldn’t exist. sure that you were stuck in some terrible nightmare. at least, you wished that was the case.

it got closer, to the point you could see its feet, then its face. almost human like. eyes an orangey yellow colour, teeth sharper than a persons, claws so sharp it would definitely cause damage.

nothing to defend yourself with, you reached into your bag for the closest thing you had to a weapon.

pepper spray.

you carried it around at all times in case you needed it. especially walking alone at night, going home from school with no one to accompany you.

although, you were sure it wouldn’t do much to protect you from whatever this monster was.

you took a sharp breath, holding out the spray just as it looked at you, growling louder, as though it was ready to pounce. and then…

someone shouting. getting the creatures attention. it turned away from you, moving out of your sight line. leaving you to yourself for now.

there were a few sounds of struggle, the sound of whatever it was getting thrown to the floor, then more growling, turning into dog like whimpers. finally ending in a brief stabbing sound, followed by a loud thud.

pepper spray firm in your hand as you started to hear footsteps again. was it the monster? or whatever just killed it? what if they hurt you too?

first, you saw boots, eyes following up jean covered legs to a brown flannel. then him. brown floppy hair, worried green eyes. but, he was still just a strange guy that had appeared.

he saw your pepper spray, “i’m not gonna hurt you, promise,” he raised his hands. “was just following the werewolf, had no idea you were here.”

“werewolf…” you mumbled, trailing off, hand finally lowering the spray.

“c’mon,” he reached out his hand, taking a step closer.

not the reaction he expected, it resulted in you raising your pepper spray again. he backed up immediately, hands still visible, no weapons, just a worried expression as he glanced back to where the werewolf lay.

“hey, listen, uh,” he tried to figure a way to gain your trust and fast. “i’m dean, i just wanna help you get home, alright?”

you stayed silent, but lowered the spray, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you struggled to look dean in the eye.

“what’s your name?” he asked gently, now crouching to your level.

still, you didn’t talk, didn’t make eye contact, pretended you didn’t see the blood stains on his jeans from killing that werewolf.

right. werewolf.

“i get it,” he kept his eyes on you. “i’m a stranger, and you were…”

“going home,” a mumble, but it was progress.

he nodded, “and all i wanna do is get you back there safely,” he offered a small smile once you finally looked up. “i know the werewolf was scary, but i took care of it, you’re not gonna get hurt.”

you took a deep breath, hoping he was genuine. that he wouldn’t turn on you, hurt you on your way back. so, with a quiet voice you introduced yourself. told him your name to which he seemed appreciative.

“how far away is your house?” dean asked next, trying more to gain your trust, keeping his voice low and soft.

another hesitation, but you moved slightly, not so tight against the wall. deciding whether or not you can trust dean for now. it would only be tonight, not like you’d ever see him again.

“two blocks over.”

dean nodded, slowly standing at the right angle to block you from seeing the werewolf laying on the ground.

he reached his hand out again, offering to help you up off of the floor. to which, you ever so slowly accepted. placing your palm in his, feeling the roughness of his skin, most likely from battling it out with the monster.

tugging you up gently, you tried to peep around dean, only for him to move to your eye line. he cleared his throat, glancing back towards it.

“you don’t need to see that,” he gave a half smile. “the less you see the better.”

unsure on if he was protecting you, or just wanted to clear you away as soon as possible, you gave a faint nod as you let go of his hand.

he placed his hand between your shoulder blades, softly pushing you in the opposite direction to get you back home, those two blocks over just as you’d said.

it was quiet at first. silence as you walked side by side, a slight gap between you so you weren’t too close to this guy you’d never met before. that ultimately came out of nowhere.

the alleyway was forgotten, for now. the only thing on your mind was the concept of monsters. what others were out there, the fact that they exist when you thought it was all books and movies, fairytales that weren’t meant to be real.

in the lit up streets, you were back in the safety of cars on the road, people passing you on the street. closer to where you could see your familiar neighbourhood and the surrounding houses.

it was strange to you, that people had carried on like normal all while you were fighting for your life to stop from getting attacked by a creature that shouldn’t exist.

that’s when you finally spoke again, “monsters are real?” there’s disbelief in your voice. “i wish it was my imagination.”

dean glanced to you, thought before answering, “it’s not your imagination,” he shoved his hands in his pockets. “that werewolf was very real, we’ve been tracking it for a couple weeks.”

“we?” you asked simply.

“me and my dad,” he explained. “we’re hunters. stop the monsters before they can hurt too many people.”

just like before, you didn’t look at him. something else for you to take in. monsters. hunters. he seemed so young to be dealing with all of this. you’re busy in school, and out in the world are creatures trying to kill people.

“there’s others?” you turned to him. “monsters, i mean.”

he was hesitant to tell you. wanted to keep you as unafraid as he could while you didn’t know much. it wasn’t often he explained his line of work in detail to innocent people.

“there is,” he settled on. “but you don’t gotta worry about any of it, okay? just tonight. that’s it. you’ll be home and safe.”

a deep breath as you looked away, hoping he was right. that you’d never see any monsters again. that you’d never see him again. because if you did… you were sure it’d mean trouble.

finally, your house came into view. the lights on downstairs, porch light glowing. your parents probably wondering why you’d taken so long to get home from school.

you stopped in your tracks, dean doing the same. he stood in front of you, glancing around as if to make sure nothing had followed you. he’d sorted out the werewolf either way. knew it couldn’t get to you.

“might wanna stay over here,” you fiddled with your hands as you found his eyes. “don’t think my parents would like a boy bringing me home.”

dean chuckled, “not just any boy,” he raised his eyebrows. “the one that saved your life.”

you had to laugh quietly at that. he wasn’t wrong. he saved you back there. stopped the monster from getting to you. got you back here safe and sound.

“thank you for getting there in time,” you finally smiled at him. genuinely.

“no need to thank me, sweetheart,” he smiled back, nodded towards your house. “i’d say i hope this isn’t the last time i see you, but i’ll probably only be around if there’s more monsters.”

you agreed, “hopefully i won’t see you anytime soon, dean,” the both of you laughed quietly. “get back to… wherever you’re going safe.”

“always do.”

you gave one last thankful smile, crossing the quiet street to get over to your house. dean watched from where you’d left him, saw your mum open the door, pulling you in for a hug now you were finally home. she looked worried, glad you were back safe.

then the door closed, usually the moment for dean to leave. but, his feet stayed still on the pavement. he saw the light switch on upstairs, you appearing at the window before pulling across your curtains.

he wanted this to be the only time he saw you. didn’t want you to be in any danger again. but there was something in your quietness, the way you’d been with him tonight, that made him think that maybe monsters wouldn’t be the only reason he’d come back to you.

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✩ the thrill of it all / teen!dean masterlist ✩

based on my teen!dean sneaking to see you headcanons !

a scared teenage student with no experience in the world of monsters, meets an experienced teenage hunter. maybe a right place at the right time scenario, or it was the monster him and his father had been tracking all along— leading straight to you.

helping a victim was the good thing to do, getting you home, making sure you weren’t hurt. that’s all it ever was. nothing less, nothing more.

but, there was something about you, something that made dean winchester go back to you, check on you, make sure you always got home from class safe. even if it was against both of your parents wishes.

maybe it was love, or maybe it was the thrill of it all.

chapter one 𖦹 not your imagination | 1.7k | fluff

── .✦ you didn’t think monsters were real, only in books and fairytales. until, you got chased by one on your way home one night. thankfully, you weren’t as alone as you originally thought.

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✩ firsts with sam / masterlist ✩

relationships had never been at the front of your mind. you flowed through life minding your own business, keeping to what you knew, a steady life of your own company to keep you happy. which, resulted in no dating experience through your teen, or early adult years.

until, you caught feelings for your best friend. one of the guys you hunted with, someone you felt you were closer to than anyone. sam winchester.

now, after learning that sam reciprocated those same feelings, you got to navigate the world of dating with your best friend. experiencing all of your firsts with sam.

chapter one 𖦹 slipped out | 1.7k | fluff

── .✦ at the start of your relationship, very nervous, you continued with calling sam by his usual nickname— sammy. until, accidentally you let a pet name slip.

chapter two 𖦹 out in public | 2.6k | fluff

── .✦ you’d only ever held hands in the privacy of the bunker. so, when you started trying it out in public, sam could tell it wasn’t just the privacy concept that was bothering you.

chapter three 𖦹 extra special | 2.3k | fluff

── .✦ many birthdays celebrated with sam as a best friend. now this was your first celebrating one as a couple.

chapter four 𖦹 sleepy girl | 2.8k | fluff

── .✦ after starting to date sam, you decided to keep sleeping in your own room, in your own bed. the concept of sharing a bed being slightly scary to you. until, a tiring hunt makes you realise sleeping was easier with some comfort.

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ꨄ︎ comfort zone / dean winchester

⋰˚☆ dean x reader | fluff | 1.5k ⋰˚☆ where you’d worked a case with a few fellow hunters who suggested getting drinks. slightly out of your comfort zone, dean was always the first to notice and check you were okay. ⋰˚☆ content: fem!reader, established relationship, alcohol consumed, bar setting, dean caring about reader <3

hunts always ended in different ways.

sometimes going back to the motel or bunker to shower and relax, going to the closest diner to eat, share some pie. other times you’d go out for drinks, spend a little time at the local bar.

every time, it would be you, dean and sam. just the three of you. often just you and dean at times when you wanted to be alone together.

it wasn’t often that you’d work a case with other hunters. maybe some old friends that sam or dean knew, people they’d worked with before, some that john knew before he passed.

while working the case, you’d stick with dean, pair off with him, do research and questioning with him. you weren’t all that fond of being around people you didn’t know, especially other guys. dean always understood that, made sure you were comfortable the whole time.

the hunt was fine, you didn’t mind that much. it didn’t even bother you when you had some lengthy discussions with one of the other hunters.

when it did start bothering you? one of the guys suggesting going out for drinks. knowing a bar that hunters often went to was close by. of course you’d all said yes, even though you knew it might not be your favourite way to settle down after a hunt.

it started off with everyone getting drinks, sat together to talk over the hunt, some teasing here and there for different techniques. until slowly a few would break off, have smaller talks.

first, was a few of the other hunters, then sam got up, going to talk to the guy he’d worked with on research for part of today. you thought you’d get some time with dean finally, until one of the guys called him over from across the bar.

“will you be alright for a couple minutes, sweetheart?” dean looked to you, saw you glancing over to the hunter. “or you can come over too.”

a shake of your head, “you go ahead,” you smile. “i’ll stay here. just me and my cocktail will be just fine.”

dean chuckled softly as he stood, leaning to kiss your cheek before heading to the bar. he’d been sipping on a beer, taking it with him as you saw him sitting down, already getting to chatting.

the lead hunter of the group went over shortly, starting a longer conversation. you were okay on your own, thinking you’d have some peace for a while. until one of the girls you’d worked with earlier in the day plopped onto the seat opposite you.

“nice work today,” she began, then motioning over to dean at the bar. “you two make a good team.”

“thanks,” a short but friendly reply. “big group you got going on.”

you looked around, feeling like half the bar was taken up just with them. it was different to you, dean and sam. with the addition of castiel being around sometimes. you functioned better in a small group.

“it works,” she shrugged. “we all have our place, what we do best, you know?”

you brought your drink up to your lips again, taking a bigger gulp as another joined you, this time sitting beside you. you sucked in a long breath, eyeing dean still talking. thinking you should’ve opted to go back to your motel room.

it wasn’t long before the conversations got flowing, starting off with you talking a little, and it got less and less as the night went on. maybe feeling a little drained, battery run out, too many people when usually you’d be curled up in dean’s arms by now.

instinctively, you reached for your necklace. something you often did without thinking, any time you were uncomfortable in a situation. moved the pendant back and forth, fiddled with it in your palm, it helped you to calm down.

the necklace being a gift from dean helped a lot. he got it a while back, something he thought you might like. a little heart on a silver chain, one you almost never took off now.

you would’ve stayed distracted, calming down, if your phone hadn’t buzzed in your pocket.

unsure of who would be texting you, since you could see sam across the room, dean was at the bar…

you pulled your phone from your pocket, switching on the front screen to see a notification from none other than dean. your brows furrowed, clicking his name to check the text.

dean: do you wanna leave?

oblivious, you didn’t know why he was asking. you glanced to him, saw he was talking again. under the bar, his phone was resting on his thigh, his hand over it as if waiting to feel the vibration of a notification.

you replied back,

no we can stay longer if you want

watching as he placed his beer down, turned his attention to his phone screen for a minute. you looked away again, sipping on your drink once more while zoning in and out of the conversation at your table.

dean: you’re sure?

you cleared your throat, smiling at sam as he walked past to head to the bathroom, one of the girls asking you a quick question. something about what bullets you’d used on the hunt today, to which you gave a fast answer.

then you quickly replied to dean again,

yea, why wouldn’t i be

turning off your phone this time, you expected him to carry on, probably get another drink, engage further into these lore conversations that seemed to be going on.

when, again, another vibration from your pocket.

dean: you’re fiddling with your necklace

you lifted your gaze to him again, he gave a quick look, small wave. then you sent an immediate reply with a slight frown.

how on earth could you have noticed that from over there

not that you saw, but a small smile grew on dean’s face as he read your reply. you’d been together for long enough that he knew your tells, knew what you did when you were uncomfortable. knew when he needed to get you out of there even if you didn’t say it yourself.

dean: you’re the only thing i notice sweetheart

before you had time to reply, you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up. right there, dean stood behind your chair, squeezing your shoulders gently as he leaned forwards.

“i don’t mean to interrupt, ladies,” he gave a nod towards them. “it’s getting a little late, think we should head out.”

nobody minding at all, dean took your hand, helping you to get up and out of your chair, seeing sam waiting at the door once you were standing.

leading the way, dean’s hand your back as you waked towards the impala, he unlocked it, sam getting in first. leaving time for you and dean to stand back for a moment.

“how you feeling?” dean asked, gentle palm cupping your cheek as if to check you over. “anything you need?”

a head shake, “i’m fine, dean, really.”

he grumbled slightly, “you’re stubborn, you know that?” your brow furrowed. “you’re overwhelmed, you’re still fiddling.”

that’s when your hand stopped, realising you had reached for your necklace again without even knowing it. not until dean pointed it out. you closed your eyes, sighing.

“it’s okay if you are, baby, this was a little out of your comfort zone, huh?” he stepped closer, taking your hand in his instead. “we can go back to the motel, or drop sammy off and get pie. just the two of us, like it usually is.”

you thought for a minute, looking to the ground first, to where you could see sam in the car, then back to dean. seeing his eyes shining in the light, how he just wanted to make sure you were okay before going anywhere.

how he always knew how you were feeling was beyond you. he seemed to notice it before you did yourself these days.

“maybe pie,” you mumbled.

“yea?” dean’s lips ever so gently curved into a smile. “we can get pie.”

you nodded, smiling softly as you let yourself fall against him. his arms wrapping around you in an instant. he felt as your fingers gripped onto his shirt, letting you release just a touch of the tension you were feeling.

“it’s okay, sweetheart, i’ve got you,” he kissed the top of your hair, rocking you back and forth to add to the comfort he knew you needed.

“love you, de,” you mumbled into his chest, blushing softly. something you still always did.

dean moved back just an inch, holding your chin between thumb and index finger to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“love you too, sweetheart,” he moved back after, opening up the passenger side door for you. “now let’s go get some pie, hm?”

a slow nod, you climbed into the car, smiling back at sam, where he often was since dean wanted you to be up front. dean got in right after, starting up the impala to leave the busy bar, ready to end the night on a calm and quiet note with pie.

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went to my very first purcon this weekend and i can confidently say i am so so so so happy i got to attend. it was a little stressful at first and anxiety was high, but it’s a learning curve for me with cons! i got used to it, and ultimately had the best two days of my life. jensen and jared are the sweetest souls and give the most amazing hugs, and i’m so grateful to have spent this time with them. it was nice to have a break from reality for a few days, there’s no words that can fully sum up how thankful i am 💛

for now while i wait for jpegs and decide on if ill do a face reveal or not for posting my photo ops, enjoy a few little pics i snapped over the weekend. :)

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FUCK YOU MEAN HE STAYS IN THE BOX FOREVER?!!! 😭

Soldier boy please comeback. Ben I miss you.

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ꨄ︎ older / beau arlen

⋰˚☆ beau x younger!reader | fluff, suggestive | 2.8k ⋰˚☆ where beau takes you to a bar to try your first beer. but he never would’ve anticipated the guys your age hitting on you. ⋰˚☆ warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, age gap (reader early 20s), alcohol consumed (beer), reader getting hit on by other guys, jealous beau, a couple of suggestive uses

the bar was loud.

sound of half drunk guys obnoxiously laughing at something one of them said, glasses getting knocked together behind the counter, a few friends celebrating over the back.

it was expected, a tad overwhelming. luckily for you, you had the sheriff to protect you from anything you didn’t like.

“too loud?” he’d ask, noticing your expression was anything but enjoyment. “we can just drink back at my place, darlin’, ain’t gotta be here.”

you shook your head, “no, i said i’d do it here,” a pause. “properly.”

beau placed his hands on the table, shuffling to get up from sitting. he glanced to the bar, saw it wasn’t too busy with people, checking he’d be able to see you from over there.

“you just sit tight, alright, pretty baby?” he waited for you to nod. “i’ll grab those beers.”

he went to walk away, you quickly stopping him, “will they want my id?” you reached for your purse, trying to find it. “here, cause they saw me come in with you.”

“shouldn’t be questioning the sheriff,” he took your id anyway, then heading to the bar.

you watched for a moment, saw him talking to the bartender, having a short conversation— most likely since everyone seemed to know the sheriff. your id being handed over just once before he smiled back over at you, just waiting for the drinks.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t had anything to drink before. because who hasn’t tired a little bit of alcohol in their own home before being old enough to drink in public.

your go to was a simple fruity cocktail. something you knew you’d always like. strawberry flavouring, sometimes blueberry was good. rarely you’d pick up a glass of wine on special occasions like christmas.

the one thing you’d wanted to try for the longest time, was beer.

you’d been around beau multiple times when he’d grabbed a beer from his fridge after a long day at work. a few family members had a beer around you occasionally. for some reason, you always loved the smell of it.

no idea why. you just did. but, you’d never gotten around to ever trying one. no sips of anyone else’s beer, never having one when at beau’s place.

since you’d been old enough to drink out for a short time, beau had suggested going to the bar he sometimes went to with other coworkers. thinking it might be nice, just the two of you, while you got to try a beer with him too.

it wasn’t long before beau was walking back over to the table, two beers in hand, your id tucked away in the pocket of his light brown jacket.

“one beer,” he announced, placing it down in front of you.

you smiled, that sweet smile that meant you were thankful. it always caused a smile to grow on beau’s face too, slipping into his seat to get comfortable with you again.

he took a sip of his own beer, settling back against his chair, noticing your eyes on him before glancing down to your own bottle.

“gonna try it, sweet thing?”

a breath left you, “just feels weird actually drinking… in a bar.”

“‘bout time,” an eyebrow raise. “been legal for long enough.”

“don’t make me feel old,” you joked.

beau chuckled, amused, “ain’t even close, darlin’.”

talking about feeling old was almost ironic. the way beau made sure to tell you that since you’d been around, you’ve been brining out his young side again.

your energy and enthusiasm for life was definitely something he’d been missing out on.

finally, you reached for your beer, hand small around the bottle. beau watched, wanting to see what you thought after endless times of you expressing your love for the simple scent of the drink.

you lifted the bottle to your lips, not starting small, taking a gulp of a decent amount.

that’s when everything was ruined.

a shudder through your body, almost slamming the bottle down, “that’s disgusting,” you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand. “that’s what beer tastes like?”

beau’s eyebrows furrowed, disgust all over your face. if you’d taken a bigger drink he was sure you might’ve thrown it all back up going by your reaction.

“oh, c’mon,” disbelief laced through his words. “try some more, it ain’t that bad.”

your head shook, pushing the bottle away from you and closer to beau’s side of the table. not a reaction you gave very often, but clearly it was the worst drink you’d ever tasted.

“you really hate it?”

a nod, “don’t think i can even look at it.”

beau laughed, still sipping on his drink. he saw your shoulders drop, slouching back into your chair. you were disappointed, maybe a little upset that your first time drinking in a bar had gone like this.

he’d never let it ruin the night, already moving to stand up when he saw there weren’t too many people at the counter.

“want your usual, sweetheart?” a simple question.

“if that’s okay,” you answered quietly. “sorry about the beer, i totally wasted it.”

“no need for apologizing,” beau reached for your hand, giving a soft squeeze. “you wanted to try a beer, and you did. doesn’t matter that you didn’t like it.”

a short pause, holding his hand in yours. you sighed. a sigh he recognized, one that told him you felt bad. that he spent his money on your beer just for you to not like it, and now he’d be spending money on another drink.

“don’t mind spending a little extra money on you, hon, don’t stress about it, alright?”

“okay,” you whisper as he leaned down, pecking your lips ever so softly before walking away.

again, you watched him at the bar. saw him take a quick seat while waiting to get served, a few others having their turn first. it was all fine, leaning your elbow on the table… before your view was blocked.

a younger guy, around your age. he was looking over at you, one of those knowing grins on his face. one that made you want beau to hurry up with your drink so you wouldn’t be alone any longer.

then… the boy was walking to your table. great.

“hey there,” he greeted, southern accent obvious. he was local. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing drinking alone?”

you opened your mouth to speak, almost instantly staying silent. it wasn’t often you responded to guys around your age flirting with you, because why would you when you have beau?

“drinking beer?” the guy continued. “didn’t take you to be a beer kinda person.”

you closed your eyes, taking a breath, “i’m not,” a short reply. “didn’t like it.”

he stepped closer, now at the side of the table towering above you. a half drank bottle of beer was in his own hand, taking another sip before placing it on the table.

“i feel like you’d prefer… maybe a rum and coke?” he tried guessing, smirk on his face. “or some sorta cocktail.”

“second would be right.”

a hum was heard, he leaned closer, “a sweet cocktail to go with whatever sweet perfume you must be wearing.”

eyes widening, you glanced back to the bar, saw beau was chatting with the bartender while he made your drink. you wished he’d hurry up.

“y’got pretty eyes too,” he caught the light catching them. “matches the glitter.”

for a moment you were confused, then remembering you’d put on some eyeshadow in the same shade as your eyes for tonight. just a new palette you were trying out.

“thanks,” an awkward smile. “listen um, my boyfriend’s just about to come back—“

“boyfriend, huh?” he looked around. “or i could sit, talk about how gorgeous this top looks on you.”

he was pushing his luck. you were trying to get him to leave before beau got back, probably resulting in him not being as kind as you.

“as nice as you seem,” you shuffled in your seat uncomfortably, forcing a smile. “i’m not into this kind of thing.”

“this kind of thing?”

“yea,” you paused, seeing beau looking over now, new drink in hand. “i’m not into—“

by then it was too late, “what’s going on here?” beau stepped behind your seat, placing your cocktail down. “blueberry cocktail, for my angel baby.”

an instant blush at the name, on top of the young guy now looked stunned. the sherrif, here, with you? he couldn’t believe it, didn’t expect that to be the boyfriend you were mentioning when you seemed the same age as him.

“he bothering you, darlin’?” beau’s hands went to your shoulders, massaging softly.

you didn’t answer, letting beau do his thing. the boy looking at him, then back down at you.

“hey,” beau stepped towards him. “stop lookin’ at her, i’m talking to you right now, son.”

“we were just talking, sir,” he replied timidly.

beau nodded, unbelieving, “that why she looks uncomfortable?”

“beau, it’s fine,” a whisper from you.

he looked down at you, knew you didn’t always like this kind of confrontation from him. but he wouldn’t have other guys flirting with you when he was in the room. not if he could help it. especially since he knew you hated it.

“go on now,” he let the boy off easy, for your sake. “don’t give me a reason to come arrest you.”

the look on his face was the same as previous times. embarrassment, the feeling of misjudging the situation, and slight fear that beau would just arrest him for purely looking at you.

once he’d very quickly walked away, beau sat back down in his seat opposite you, noting the way you were looking at him. eyebrows slightly raised at his reaction, not as uncomfortable as a few minutes ago. at least telling him he’d done his job properly by getting the guy to leave.

“he say anything i should know about?” he thought to ask. half for your sake, half to know for himself.

a shrug, “usual trying to flirt,” an honest statement. “said he liked my perfume. and my eyeshadow— since it’s the shade of my eyes.”

beau chuckled, “the perfume i bought for you,” it sounded like he was boasting. “and the eyeshadow colour i picked out for you tonight.”

he picked up his beer, sipping on it for just a moment before putting his focus fully back on you. seeing your eyes on his, your fingers tapping the table.

you knew exactly what this was. what he was doing talking like that. he only ever reacted that way when guys complimented you, or seemed to be talking to you a little too close.

“jealous much,” you picked up your drink, taking a first taste. “oh— that is very heavy on the blueberry.”

beau’s head tilted, shaking his head at the way you so casually said it before changing the subject. he leaned on the table, closer to you so to speak more quietly.

“ain’t jealous, sweetheart,” he reached for your hand, holding it in one of his. “why should i be jealous when i know you’re mine?”

“is that a claim i hear?” you tsk playfully, putting your drink aside after taking a longer sip, squeezing his hand softly after. “i’m always yours, beau. never want anyone else and you know that.”

he gave a half smile, knowing you meant that. sure, you hadn’t said those three important words yet, but you showed it in other ways. like tonight, being here with him, not giving that younger guy any reaction worth his time.

beau was better than any guy you’d been with in the past. most guys your age were too immature, too argumentative, too childish. you thought it was that they needed to grow up, stop acting like spoilt children who need you to tell them what to do.

it’s what put you off of people your age, made you realise the kind of guys you were really into.

dating beau had its ups and downs, sometimes worrying about him since he was the sheriff. but, that responsibility made him more mature, and that maturity was what you’d needed all along.

“baby,” you leaned forwards, taking both hands in your own, linking your fingers together. “you know i’m not into guys my age, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

the smirk that grew on his face was almost instant. he knew he treated you better, talked to you easier, more simply. knew you were a better match than anyone your age could ever be. even if your parents didn’t always approve of the age difference.

“plus,” you added. “maybe i just like dating the sheriff, something cool about dating the top law guy.”

“oh, so you’re just with me ‘cause i can arrest folks?”

you let go of his hands, pushing him away playfully with a roll of your eyes. cocktail in your hands again, lifting it to your lips to take another sip after his comment.

next, you were placing your glass down, tugging at the bottom of your shirt, swapping to pulling it higher over your chest. beau took obvious notice, eyes narrowing.

“he did say something,” he accused. “didn’t he?”

a sigh, “complimented my top,” you explained. “different when it’s coming from you.”

“should i be getting my cuffs out?”

you giggled suddenly, “only if it’s on me back at your place.”

his foot knocked yours under the table, “alright, you feisty thing, think the alcohol’s kicking in.”

shrugging, playing innocent as you usually did. beau couldn’t help but laugh, although, he did love this side of you. the side that didn’t hold anything back, that told him exactly what you were thinking.

whether it was the alcohol or not.

“well, for the record, you look beautiful,” a signature wink following. “coming from me.”

a soft blush rose on your cheeks, no different than when you first met beau and started dating him. that never got old, seeing your reactions to the things he said to you.

“still feel up to a stroll back home after this?” he asked after a beat, finishing his drink. “if it’s still nice out.”

an eager nod, “i’d like that.”

it was after you finished your cocktail that you got up to leave. beau letting you link your arm with his as you made your way towards the door, giving one last glare towards the guy who tried flirting with you earlier in the night.

stepping outside, it was a little chilly, lights glowing along the street, not too many cars out and about at this hour. he glanced down to you every so often, making sure you didn’t seem cold or too tired.

closer to beau’s place, he tugged you closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss to your head, “so, tonight wasn’t so bad, huh?”

smiling up at him, your head shook, “had a good time, even if i hated the beer,” you let out a quiet laugh. “thank you for taking me there.”

“course, darlin’,” he moved to grasp your hand in his, swinging your arms playfully. “maybe next time i won’t leave you alone though.”

you stopped in your tracks, letting go of his hand to fold your arms. brows raised, eyes wide. he knew what the look was for, wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“say it.”

he frowned, “say what?” a step towards you. “that i didn’t like another guy taking to you? ain’t that normal?”

“beau.”

“alright, alright,” a surrender. “maybe i was a little jealous.”

you cleared your throat, “you threatened to arrest him.”

“all for the reason to protect my girl.”

he knew you’d melt at that. being called his girl. that was usually his way out, the way to get you to stop this teasing. he held his arm out, letting you lean against him for a quick hug before he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“c’mon, let’s get home,” he tugged you gently to walk again. “still wanting me to do some arrestin’ when we get in?”

a smack to his chest, but the small smirk on your face was unmissable, “you bring out the crazy in me, i swear, beau.”

he shrugged, walking you both down his street and closer to the house. so close it was in your sights now. he held your hand up to the porch, stepping up first to get the door unlocked and you inside the warmth again.

“pretty sure you’re the crazy one, darlin’,” beau ushered you further inside, hand on the small of your back. “now, let’s get some water in you, yea?”

a small hum was heard, moving to where beau wanted you, watching as he got you a glass of water. all you were thinking about was tonight, how sweet beau is, and how lucky you were to have ended up here with him.

as disapproving as some people were of you two together, all you cared about was being taken care of. how beau cared about you, because that’s what you saw and felt every single day. which is what made your life so much more perfect.

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purcon in one week and somehow i just bagged tickets to meet jensen at comic con scotland… i can’t believe im actually gonna meet him twice this year im so happy 🥲🥲

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guys it’s 10 days until purcon, which means 10 days until i reunite with jared and misha. anddd 10 days until i meet jensen for the first time 🥲🥲

super super super excited, very nervous for travelling there and doing the con for the first time, but i cannot wait to be somewhere that i know will make me extremely happy.

can’t wait for all the hugs i’m gonna get from j2 and can’t wait to give them their gifts 🥹

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ꨄ︎ the tall one / sam winchester

⋰˚☆ sam x reader (feat. dean) | fluff | 2.1k ⋰˚☆ where two guys walk into a bar, and the one that gets you flustered is the opposite to what the brothers were assuming. ⋰˚☆ content: fem!reader, reader works at a bar, sam being sweet, dean being flirty

it wasn’t often anyone of any interest walked into the bar you worked at.

usually it was full of rowdy drunks, people talking too loud or someone spilling their drink everywhere. not exactly what you’d call a dream job, but it payed your bills.

today had been a long day, you didn’t want to still be here, serving drinks to the few people that wandered in at almost midnight. you were tired, wanted your shift to end.

that’s when, for once, someone interesting did walk in.

he caught your eye immediately. and you did glance to the other guy he was with, also good looking, but not in the same way he was attractive.

you watched as the two made their way over to the bar, where there happened to be empty space in front of where you were standing currently. you’d been cleaning up a few things from the last guy you served, and… now they had seen you, and were about to sit down.

at first, you gave a friendly smile, quickly finishing up what you were doing. your coworker was busy too, helping other customers, so you’d have to take this one. composed.

you span around, waiting until they’d finished their short conversation, “evening,” you greeted. “how are we doing tonight?”

you got a smile from them both, the one that you assumed was older looked over you, glancing up and down before answering first.

“better now we’re here,” he ran his hand over his chin. giving a nudge to the younger one. “aren’t we, sammy.”

“uh— yea, yea, totally,” he nodded.

you introduced yourself, leaning against the counter, “so, what can i get for you two?”

“i’ll just get a beer,” the guy to your left answered, sam. he noticed his brother distracted by you. “dean.”

his eyes widened, you laughed softly, causing dean to smile, “same for me, sweetheart, thanks.”

you took a breath at the name, just nodding in response as you turned around to grab those drinks for them.

they muttered behind you, the sounds of— sam? you’re sure was his name, complaining about dean checking you out. your eyes rolled, used to guys coming into bars acting like that. it came with the job.

“two beers,” you placed the drinks in front of them with a smile. both thanking you quietly.

leaving them be for the time being, you cleaned up the counter, making sure it wasn’t messy for anyone else. luckily at this hour, this side of town wasn’t too busy, only a few customers left dotted around the bar. leaving you some peace for a few minutes.

“so uh,” you heard dean’s voice, his eyes in your direction. “you know where the closest diner is?”

giving a simple answer, you leaned against the counter, “a couple blocks over, josie’s diner is the best.”

“oh, yea?” dean took a swig of his beer. “you go there a lot?”

you glanced around, sure someone must need tending to by now. some top ups maybe, table needing cleaning. this small talk always leads to one place and one place only.

“when i get time off,” your arms folded, seeing sam looking at you now too. “good pie there too.”

“that’s the best part ain’t it?”

“sure, if you have a sweet tooth,” you shrugged. “try the banana cream pie if you get around to going.”

you turned on your heel, walking out from the bar. that was a hint at ending the conversation, occupying yourself as you did a few moments ago.

cleaning tables, checking on other people. making sure everyone was happy. feeling eyes burning into the back of your head. maybe you just weren’t used to being talked to in a slightly nicer way.

but, when you glanced back, it wasn’t dean who was looking at you. it was sam. awkwardly looking away once he knew he’d been caught.

you were used to guys hitting on you, much in a similar way that dean had been speaking to you since you walked in. whatever sam was doing, wasn’t what usually happened.

it was refreshing, someone more quiet, not trying to have random conversations with you to flirt or have a chance at getting your number.

now, that was the kind of guy you’d be interested in.

walking back around to the bar, serving a few other customers, you noticed they had paperwork spread out in front of them, what seemed like police files.

“late to be working isn’t it?” you mentioned while grabbing drinks.

the two guys looked up at you, sam going to speak before dean talked first.

“well, you know,” he leaned against the counter. “cases never stop.”

“cops?”

“something like that,” dean raised his eyebrows.

sam glanced to dean as he replied with that, seeing your expression after. you didn’t get many cops come in here to drink, especially while working on case… out in public… where anyone could see it.

so, as he’d done many times, sam felt he had to step in before dean said too much.

“you don’t wanna know about all the boring stuff,” he chucked. “tell us about this— the whole bartender thing.”

it was almost a shock, especially sam being the one asking“you wanna know about my job?”

a small nod while dean kept reading a file, sam’s focus on you, causing the feeling of heat to snake up your back all the way to your neck. what was it with him.

“it’s okay, mostly non stop,” you shrugged, tucking your hair behind your ears subconsciously. “aside from gross men and bar fights, it’s not so bed.”

“gross men?” dean was suddenly intrigued.

your arms folded, “yea, you know, the guys who come in and think they can get in my pants with a few smirks, small talk and pick up lines.”

it wasn’t a surprise to you when he had nothing to say to that. silence filing the area. sam seemed to be stifling a laugh, knowing it was half aimed at his brother.

on a note of what you’d said previously, two guys across the bar, arguing, one of their glasses getting knocked to the floor as their voices got louder.

“seriously—“ you walked over. “you break a glass at this hour, you get out.”

a few complaints where tossed towards you, before they left, leaving the bar to consist of very few people. your coworker seeing what was going on, knowing you had it covered.

you huffed, finding your cleaning supplies to clear up the mess. knelt down on the floor, it wasn’t long before a shadow was cast over you, head immediately looking upwards.

“here, let me help,” sam took the dustpan and brush from you. “i’m sure you deal with enough crap all day, and it’s late.”

“it’s okay, really—“

“i’ve got it,” sam reassured. “bar closes soon anyways, should help you get home sooner.”

with a small breath, you gave in. letting this kind stranger help out while his brother sat with curious eyes. not that he’d opted to help at all.

you sat yourself up on one of the bar stools, watching sam. how he concentrated, how big his shoulders and back looked from this angle— what were you thinking?

it was dean’s voice that snapped you from your thoughts, “hey, uh, josie’s is 24 hours?” he asked.

“mhm,” you hummed, eyes back on sam immediately.

“why don’t you join us for some pie after close, sweetheart?” he stood, walking to sit beside you, arm leaning on the bar top behind your back. “pie on me? after a long day at work.”

again, sam had to stifle a laugh. standing after finishing cleaning up, finding the trash behind the counter. you turned to dean, clearing your throat.

“listen,” you patted his shoulder as you left your spot beside him. “you seem like a nice guy and all, dean.”

his expression dropped, “but…”

“but it’s late, i’m tired,” you took a few steps back, looking at sam as the next part came out. “and i’d rather… maybe… get your number?”

the look on dean’s face was one of shock. you were… rejecting him? his offer for pie and a nice end to the night? asking for his brothers phone number instead.

it didn’t happen often when dean was around, so sam had a similar expression. sure, he’d been kind to you, and you’d shown your disinterest in dean’s ways of trying to flirt. but he didn’t think you were interested in him.

sam moved closer, now standing in front of you, “my number?”

“yea, um, just if you wanted,” a blush rose on your cheeks, fiddling with your hands in front of you. “sorry— i didn’t even ask if you have a girlfriend—“

“i don’t,” he answered a little too fast.

dean rolled his eyes, taking this as his moment to grab his things, the case files, finishing the last of his beer.

“why don’t i leave you two love birds,” he pushed in his chair, too hard, perhaps showing his annoyance and slight jealousy.

“i’ll just be a minute—“ sam tried to say.

dean shook his head, “no, no, take your time! i’ll just go have pie by myself!”

you gave an apologetic look towards dean, his eyebrows raising as he made his way to the exit. sam and you looked at each other after, scratching the back of your neck in awkwardness.

“don’t worry about him,” sam reassured. “he isn’t used to getting passed over.”

that made you think, “are… you not used to… this?”

“not exactly,” a chuckle.

a quiet set over the bar then, no more customers, the time coming for you to close up, finish your shift. yet, you didn’t want to leave, didn’t want this time to end.

“oh— sorry you wanted my number,” sam grabbed his phone out. “here put yours in, i’ll send a text.”

he handed it to you, you typed your name in with a little smiley face, passing it back to him after. he typed out a small text, just saying hi, hitting send. instantly hearing a notification from your phone in your pocket.

“thanks, sam,” you smiled, checking the text. “you guys said you were… sorta cops? are you gonna be here for long?”

the way sam’s eyes left yours said it all, “leaving in the morning.”

“oh,” you were disappointed. “so, will i not see you again?”

sam shook his head, “i’ll stop by before we go,” he reached out, taking your hand in his. “i’d like to see you again, this won’t be last time.”

“i’ve heard that one before.”

he felt bad, he really did. wanted to promise you’d see him in the near future, get to know you some more. but he couldn’t, not in his line of work. even if he had only known you for the time he’d been sat in here.

“town seems quiet,” a smile grew on his face. “i’ll have to come back so you have someone to talk to.”

you laughed, arms folding across your stomach, “haven’t met anyone like you here,” you said honestly. “no one as kind.”

“well,” sam slotted his phone into his jeans. “got your number, i’ll make sure to call whenever we don’t have a case.”

you nodded, hopeful that he meant what he said. that’s when you began walking him to the door, going to stand out in the cool air, seeing the moon and stars lighting up the night sky.

glancing around, you notice his brother standing against a dark black impala, noting that he didn’t actually leave. he glanced over at you and sam, waving just slightly before getting into the car, starting it up to most likely get the heat going.

“will he get over it?” you face towards sam, laughing.

“getting rejected over me?” sam shrugged. “he’ll probably tease me for the whole drive to our motel.”

as the wind blew softly, sam reached towards you to brush your hair back, keeping the small strands off of your face. you smiled at the touch, his warm hand touching your skin.

“you’ll be alright getting home?”

“i’ll be fine,” you reassured. “i don’t live far, just a couple blocks away.”

sam felt better knowing that, not wanting you to be alone in the dark. especially in the setting close to a bar. he looked over to dean once, knowing he was probably becoming impatient.

“i better get going,” he stepped closer, cautiously pulling you in for a gentle hug.

you held him close for that moment, stepping back with a smile, “don’t be a stranger.”

he took one step away from you, “wouldn’t dream of it.”

you watched as he walked away, waving once more before climbing into the passenger side of the car. you waved as the car drove away, out of the bar’s parking lot and out to the main street.

just as you walked back inside, your phone dinged with a notification. a text from sam already, giving you more hope that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.

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more concert things.. saw louis tomlinson a couple nights ago and had the most incredible time!! so here’s a few little bits from the day 🍋

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hi i’m back! can u do a silly fluffy sam fic where it randomly comes up that he knows some french, maybe its in a lore book or something that he’s reading? and he teaches reader some words? just think it’d be cute, thank youuuuuu!

ꨄ︎ je t’aime / sam winchester

⋰˚☆ sam x reader | fluff | 1.1k ⋰˚☆ where you’re reading up on lore, coming across books written in french. turns out, sam knows a little bit, and he can’t help but notice you’re getting flustered hearing him speak it. ⋰˚☆ content: fem!reader, established relationship, sam speaking french

a/n: any of the french is what i can remember from when i took french class in school, so pls ignore if things aren’t exactly right 😭 also, happy birthday to sam winchester!!!! today is his day, so much on theme for me putting up a sam fic 🥳

your brows were furrowed.

had been for a while, and sam started to notice.

subtly, he lowered the top of his laptop, glancing to the book you had open. some old, half ripped and ruined lore book you were flicking through to see if you could get any information.

hand on your forehead, you rubbed your temple, frustration building. you flicked to the next page, brows tight, mumbling the words to yourself. making no sense to your simple, one languaged brain.

finally, sam reached over, “hey,” your eyes met his. “you okay?”

“yea, this book—“ you huffed quietly. “some of it’s not in english.”

“let me see, honey.”

the book was pushed towards sam, letting him take a look at it. he read the page you were on, the english at the top of the page, and then he reached the part that had you confused.

“oh, it’s french,” he gathered from a couple of sentences. “about the woman in white.”

you stared at him. arms folded, eyes unblinking. he gave a deep chuckle, noting the way you seemed confused and stunned all at once.

“you know french?” an eventual question.

a nod, “i know french.”

“right.”

a breath left your lips, sitting back in your seat as sam continued to read. wondering how he failed to mention that he understood french this whole time he’d known you.

the next second, sam was standing up, moving to sit down beside you, placing the book between the both of you.

“see here,” he pointed to the first paragraph. “where it’s talking about dame blanche.”

you saw it, nodded, watched as he ran his finger further along the line so you would follow.

“dame blanche is the woman in white,” he explained. “used to haunt a specific place in france called the abbay de mortemer, which it says here is one of their most haunted structures.”

usually, you would’ve been asking what that had to do with your case. but instead, your mind was too caught up hearing sam say french words, translating a lot of the page into english for you.

you were finding it more attractive than you thought you ever would.

“part of the original structure was the morte mar— which means dead pond,” he continued. “which would probably explain all the hauntings close to the river here.”

there was the link. it made sense, the little place you were in had a river flowing through it at the edge of town, where the majority of hauntings had been happening to people.

sam’s eyes narrowed as he read onwards, learning more of the lore that seemed to be starting to add up now thanks to this book and his knowledge of french language.

“there’s a bar in town right?” he turned to you briefly, seeing a nod. “here— the cabaret d’enfer was a club in france that opened in the nineteenth century, the woman in white said to have appeared on certain nights.”

then it clicked, “and that’s why two victims had relations to the club in town,” you sat up. “because she’d seen them there and followed them home.”

“exactly.”

sam pushed the book aside after that, a pout forming on your face. he caught it, shuffled in his seat to be facing you properly. then he let out a soft chuckle.

“what?”

hesitation, and then you took his hand, “can you teach me some other french?”

it was a surprise. nothing to do with the case. he didn’t understand your interest in french all of a sudden. right after getting frustrated at not being able to read it in this research.

the look on your face said it all, a slight blush, eyes on his. his eyes narrowed just slightly, figuring out what was going on. instead of pointing it out, he decided to go along with it.

“say… i wanted to introduce myself,” he paused. “i’d say, bonsoir, je m’apelle sam. which means, good evening, my name is sam.”

you were practically entranced by it. the way he could so easily just speak this language. you couldn’t believe he’d kept it from you this whole time.

“then, if i wanted to say more,” he took one of your hands in his, lifting fit up to press a kiss to the back. “tu es belle, et… tes yeux brillient.”

a smile grew on your face, cheeks growing in redness, even if you didn’t understand a word sam had just said to you. all you knew, is that it had to be something sweet, something very sam, and that’s all that mattered.

the gentle kiss to your hand, the way he looked at you, how his lips curved into a knowing smile. he was definitely flirting, trying to tease you a little just… in french this time.

“what did you say?” you asked, leaning closer.

his hand cupped you cheek softly, thumb brushing back and forth, “you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “and your eyes are glowing.”

“it sounded romantic.”

sam shuffled, leaning to delicately kiss you, humming a he pulled away, “je t’aime, ma cherie,” he whispered against your lips.

now, that you knew. had heard it in movies, in various videos before. you knew it meant i love you. resulting in you moving to hug yourself against sam, arms wrapped around him tightly.

he kissed your head, brushing your hair back before encasing you in his arms. enjoying this small moment of slight normality. something you didn’t often get when working a case.

you leaned to look up at him, a sweet smile across your face. slowly, sam cupped your cheek, thumb moving back and forth, resting there after a moment.

“je t’aime… ma… sammy?” you tried your best at pronunciation, working out what to say.

sam laughed softly, “mon, sammy,” he corrected. “ma is the feminine term, mon is masculine.”

“oh,” you blushed, half from nerves of speaking french, half from the warm feeling of sam teaching you the french. “well then… je t’aime.. mon, sammy.”

he leaned down to kiss you after that, a gentle peck to your lips. you reached up, cupping his face, seeing his dimples deepen as he looked at you. resulting in one more kiss from you, one that lasted longer.

“if i knew speaking french got you all like this,” sam placed his hand over yours, leaning into it. “i would’ve done it a long time ago.”

as you let go of him, he sat up straight, keeping one of your hands between his, “well, um,” you cleared your throat. “feel free to speak it to me more often… you know, if you want.”

a small smirk, “i’ll keep that in mind.”

he reaches for the discarded book, resting it on the table where you could both see the text. now knowing, you’d get further with your research with sam easily translating the page from beside you.

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important writing update!!! (final time i swear)

am here to let you all know i will be back uploading fics starting this saturday!!! (may 2nd just to confirm)

as i’m still slowly working through my wips alongside having a full time job, i am gonna change to uploading fic just once a week for now. so, there will be an upload every saturday!

changing my uploading time to 2:22 pm (uk timezone) as that is my lucky + favourite number. so i should never forget about it either!

thank you again for your patience while i’ve taken this break, i’m very happy to be back though and hope you all like the fics i’ve been working on <3

[ateotdwinchester]

i fear i have no words for this scene just look at him 🫠🫠

[ateotdwinchester]

mr marathon saying “so get this” the scream i scrumpt