I LEARNED RECENTLY THAT PLATO WON THE GOLD MEDAL IN THE OLYMPICS FOR WRESTLING THREE TIMES. THIS PUTS A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON THINGS. I ALWAYS IMAGINED PLATO TO BE FRAIL AND MISSHAPEN BUT HE MUST HAVE BEEN FRICKEN RIPPED. I WONDER IF ARISTOTLE EVER FELT ANXIETY ABOUT GETTING PHYSICALLY (I.E. NOT JUST METAPHYSICALLY) DISMANTLED BY PLATO. PLATO WAS PROBABLY PISSED OFF BY AT LEAST A HANDFUL OF QUESTIONS ARISTOTLE ASKED HIM. ARISTOTLE WAS A LITERAL GENIUS TOO. IMAGINE PLATO LECTURING AND WRITING ON A BLACKBOARD AND ARISTOTLE THROWING A COMMENT OUT THERE ABOUT SOME COMPLEX MISSTEP IN PLATOâS LOGIC AND PLATOâS CHALK JUST SNAPS AND ARISTOTLEâS TESTICLES SUCK WAY BACK UP TO WHERE THEY DROPPED FROM, THEN PLATO IN A BLUR APPEARS BESIDE ARISTOTLE SITTING AT HIS DESK AND HE PICKS HIM UP AND SUPLEXES HIS MACEDONIAN ASS.
given the content of a lot of Platoâs conclusions I wouldnât be surprised to learn that Plato responded to a lot of reasonable criticisms with âFight meâ and that was the end of it.
People think of Plato as kind of feeble because we think of philosophers that way, but some historians believe that we have conclusive evidence that he wasnât
and itâs been staring us in the face the whole time.
Because Platoâs real name wasnât Plato - it was Aristocles.Â
So some historians believe that âPlatoâ was a nickname, bestowed upon him by his buddies. And do you know what Plato roughly translates to when you flip it out of greek? Broad. As in, broad shouldered.
This guyâs been going around with a name that literally means âBuff McWrestletonâ and we still think of him as a feeble old guy (probs. because Aristotle wanted us toâŚ)
Hey guys! Just had a new idea for a fic and wondered that you thought.
So basically Dean and yourself are in college (This is out of the supernatural universe) and youâre sharing a flat but youâre a villain and heâs a superhero and youâre like arch enemies but you slowly start falling in love with each other (as room mates).
Thatâs all I've got so far but I was wondering if I should write the whole story in one go or if I should do parts and upload once a week. Also Iâm just finishing up Pt.2 of âShould Have Knownâ Iâll edit it and get it up as fast as I can.
Driver Picks the Music, Shotgun Shuts his Cakehole!
Bad Blood
An Angry Blade
Wow Just Smash Your Mouths Together
Fury is Coming
The Sacrifice
Iâd love to add more (music and fandoms) but letâs just give you this for now! Happy Listening!Â
ALSO: These (obviously) are not my fanmixes/playlists so give some props to the people who made it! They would love it! Also, if you see your playlist on here and would like it removed, tell me! Thank you!
My beautiful Omega - Dean Winchester x Reader (Alpha/Omega & Teacher/Student) - Pt. 14
Title: My beautiful Omega
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word count: 2,028
Warnings: Age gap, A/B/O dynamics, Teacher x student relationship
Original imagine: Imagine Dean being an Alpha who has not met his Omega. He doesnât think that he has a mate so he has decided to live with Lisa Braeden, a Beta, whom heâs engaged to. He thinks heâs happy and in love until the day he meets you. His Omega and mate. Only problem is that you are a lot younger than him and a new student at the school he is a teacher.
Read other parts: Part 1 here! l Part 2 here! l Part 3 here! l Part 4 here! l Part 5 here! l Part 6 here! l Part 7 here! l Part 8 here! l Part 9 here! l Part 10 here! l Part 11 here! l Part 12 here! l Part 13 here!
"How can I not worry about her Sam, sheâs my mate. My Omega" Dean said with a small sigh of relief.
"Thatâs the thing" Sam said in a low voice, and Dean frowned.
"Dean" Sam said in a firm voice, looking Dean straight in the eyes "Sheâs not your mate. (Y/n) is not your Omega. She is not your mate because she is not an Omega. She is an Alpha.â Sam said and Deanâs eyes widened.
"Dean, (Y/n) is an Alpha" Sam repeated the truth, handing Dean the medical files.
Dean stared at him with wide eyes, not moving an inch. He looked exactly like a statue, save for his eyes blinking.
"Dean?" Sam asked worried, seeing Deanâs shocked face and not moving body; he even did not move his hand to take the files.
"Dean? Dean are you ok?" Sam asked more urgently "Dean say something!"
"Wh-what?" Dean breathed out in a really low voice; blinking.
He shook his head slightly âSam wh-what did you just say?â he asked in disbelief.
Sam let out a low sigh and looked down at his hands âIâm sorry, Dean. But thatâs the truth. (Y/n) is not your Omega. She is not even an Omegaâ Sam mumbled but Dean had gotten over the shock and was now angry.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" he roared; grabbing Sam by the hem of his jacket.
"Whoa whoa Dean, calm down man. Calm down" Sam tried to soothe him.
Dean seemed to relax as he let go of Sam but that was only for a few seconds âHow can I calm down Sam? Do you even hear what youâre saying?! Itâs my mate youâre talking here about, not just any other woman. Itâs (Y/n) damn it!â Dean gritted his teeth âMy mate, and youâre telling me she doesnât belong with me?! How the hell would you feel if they took Meredith away from you, huh?!â
"Dean, please, just hear me out ok?" Sam looked up at his brother with a sad and pleading look that made Dean relax for a little bit "She came a couple days ago by the hospital. Meredith made her come to check for any illness, because (Y/n) said that she wasnât feeling well and didnât want to go to school. So of course we had a blood test carried out too. I only got to see the results today. Sheâs fine as long as health is concerned but⌠something weird caught my eye, in a cellular level I mean. She⌠she is not an Omega, Dean. I noticed that her cell construction doesnât match one of an Omega so I had an extra test carried out and⌠I confirmed it. There is no doubt left⌠(Y/n) is not and Omega, Dean, sheâs an Alpha" Sam let out a sigh as he finished explaining.
"What? No, no no. No, Sam, no. She canât be- It canât be- It canât be possible! I-I know it! I smelled it, when I first met her, I could smell it every time she was next to me, Sam! She-she canât be an Alpha, Sam. Sheâs an Omega! She is my Omega!â Dean said frantically, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Iâm sorry Dean" Sam said once again "But sheâs not."
"No, Sam, no. She- I-I know it she-" Dean started to say again, breathing in and out quickly as if he was having some sort of panic attack.
"Dean!" Sam said firmly, cutting off his brother "Iâm sorry but sheâs not your Omega. You have made a mistake. It could be because of your wishing to meet your mate that you confused her scent but the truth is that  sheâs an Alpha. Not your Omega. Sheâs not your mate⌠and thus⌠you will have to stay away from her. You must stay away from her Dean. You must not even so think about her. You have to Dean.â Sam said and pursed his lips.
Dean only stared at him with wide eyes. He slammed back to his chair and only stared at his brother, mouth hanging slightly open. He kept shaking his head in disbelief, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. Or more likely what was left of his shattered heart.
Samâs words echoing in his head.
~~~
Just like they did for the rest of the week.
He found himself unable to think of anything else. Anything else but Samâs words and, although he shouldnât, you. During the weekend he was unable to do anything but think about everything that had happened between you and him. His heart ached at the thought that the girl he had actually grown to love could not be his and even more so when he thought that you were not meant for him but for somebody else. That thought alone made Dean clench his fists both from anger, jealousy at who your mate would be, and⌠pain. He had never felt this much pain in his life before.
Not when Lisa found out about his feelings for you. Not when she left him, the hurt look on her eyes making guilt wash over him. Not when he saw her, his fiance and woman he had spent so many years with, walk away from him. No.
This time it was a thousand times worse. Learning that you were meant for somebody else, and not him, and Dean was not allowed to even so think about you - completely forbidden to love you - tore him on the inside. He could swear he felt his soul and heart being ripped apart when realization down on him.
He had to stay away from you. Not touch you. Not see you. Not love you. Not think of you on any level that was more than friendly.
~~~
He groaned as he walked into his last class for the day. It was Friday already, a week having passed since Sam told him everything, and he really was not in the mood to go to school. He wasnât in the mood to go to school the previous days either, but he did. Getting his mind off you was something he needed to do - not wanted, cause he would never want to not think about you. Although his mind told him to stay away from you, because that was the right thing to do, his heart always found a way to take over.
He could not help the feeling that was always present in his heart. The love he felt for you.
He wanted more than anything for all of this to be a dream. A nightmare from which he would soon wake up and - although he was not going to find you sleeping next to him - at least see you at school. Ready to talk to him about the kiss you had shared two weeks ago. The kiss. The kiss he could not stop thinking about. But he had to. Just like he had to stop thinking about you.
He let out a sigh and walked into the classroom, not even bothering to greet the few students that were there. He took a seat on his chair - or more like slumped himself on it - and with a sigh looked around the class to see if somebody was absent. His eyes immediately fell upon your empty seat and Carolineâs - next to yours. He frowned at realizing that this week Caroline was absent too, but he was really not in the mood to think about it too.
He had done a lot of thinking during this week. And the pain he felt in his chest - mostly the emotional one - had deprived him of any strength to think anymore. His head hurt - mostly from the lack of sleep. He didnât dare go to sleep, though. During the weekend, whenever he had actually decided to get some shut eye he found himself, in the end, greatly distressed. All of his dreams consisted of you. Of you and him having a family. Of you and him being happy together. Of you and him getting married. Of you and him having a child. All of you. From the way you looked at him with adoration, awe and - he really hoped - love to the way you kissed him - and had kissed him that Friday night - to the way you made love to him - or at least the way he imagined and dreamed of it.
No, after those kind of dreams - dreams that showed him what he wanted more than anything in his life and could never, ever have - he did not dare to go to sleep. He knew fully well how he would wake up. Either sweating or trembling, clenching the sheets tightly into his fists, gritting his teeth to keep the tears from rolling⌠but failing miserably at it.
He let out a low sigh but then frowned, putting a hand on his chest. The last week he hasnât been feeling just emotionally sick but also physically. His chest hurt, especially when he took in a big breath, and he still hadnât figured out yet why. He had a suspicion that it was because he stayed up in the middle of the cold night - till morning basically - in just his sweatpants and and thin shirt after having woken up from yet another dream, but he had decided to go by the hospital and ask Sam to have a look.
"Oh come on Parker, what harm will it do?" Tylerâs voice broke Deanâs trail of thoughts. Class hadnât started yet so some students were having a conversation among them.
Dean looked at Tyler with a scowl on his face.
"I told you Tyler. Iâm not interested. Go find someone else to help you in your plans" Kai told him.
"Come on, Parker. Why are you such a coward" Tyler insisted, clearly trying to convince Kai to take part in yet another one of his brilliant ideas that surely involved drinking and more.
"Iâm not a coward. Iâm just not the kind of Alpha you are, ok? I donât like messing with innocent Omegas like you do, so drop it" Kai said gritting his teeth.
Dean stared at them for a while waiting for the words to sink. Slowly. One phrase after the other tillâŚ
âŚRealization down on him.
Hard.
Tyler opened his mouth to retort to Kai but was stopped by Dean getting up abruptly, knocking off his chair in the process. Everybody looked at him with almost wide eyes but he did not really care.
He said quickly a âClass is dismissedâ and got out of the classroom, almost like running. Not caring what the students had to say or what Crowley was going to tell him when he came back. All he cared for was to go at the hospital and find his brother toâŚ
⌠ask him why the hell he had lied about your being an Alpha.
Dean was more than sure now and would not take a no for answer, even if Sam presented him with a thousand files that said you were an Alpha. Dean knew that none of them would not be saying the truth. He was not mistaken. Neither now, nor when he had first met you all that time ago. You were, are and will be an Omega. His Omega. His mate.
And even if Sam denied that fact, Dean had enough evidence to prove him wrong. He would have accepted that he had made a mistake and thought that you were an Omega but⌠he was not the only one. Tyler, Kai and even a few Alphas from the football team had caught your scent and knew for a fact that you were an Omega. No Alpha could be wrong on that. So, with more than plenty of Alphas knowing that you were an Omega Dean was 100% sure that you were his mate and that his brother had lied to him.
There was only one question left unanswered, though.
Why had Sam, his own brother, lied to him?
Driver Picks the Music, Shotgun Shuts his Cakehole!
Bad Blood
An Angry Blade
Wow Just Smash Your Mouths Together
Fury is Coming
The Sacrifice
Iâd love to add more (music and fandoms) but letâs just give you this for now! Happy Listening!Â
ALSO: These (obviously) are not my fanmixes/playlists so give some props to the people who made it! They would love it! Also, if you see your playlist on here and would like it removed, tell me! Thank you!
I was thinking about writing an fanfiction can you give me some tips how do organize/Plan it?
Hold on cause this is gonna be a long one!
Firstly, Iâd like to point out I hardly plan it out, I'm usually sat reading a fic and then âBAMâ the beginning of my own kinda hits me and I open up a note pad or something and write from there or I do a mind map of different ideas and see where it takes me.
I also look at other fics and their plots and see how I could use the same kind of storyline but kick it up a few notches, for example with âI Should Have Knowâ the reader finds Dean cheating and it turns out sheâs pregnant too, now I've seen both subjects in other fics but not always thrown together like that... And I've gone off topic, whoopsie ^.^Â
So basically just like mind map it and then I find it helps to start writing it by hand and the words just flow (just not all the time like right now!!) and when I've done about a page I type it up and during that Iâll change so much in it like Iâll realise I've use a word far too much so Iâll find another that means the same or just re-arrange the whole sentence or Iâll increase the detail to something, again just rambling but the best advise I could probably give you is ask some others how they plan it all cause I'm still pretty new to this and still finding my own way of doing stuff and everyone is different.
I'm really sorry if this wasn't much help but I hope there was a little bit to take from it xD
 Characters: Dean x Reader
Word count: 3,278
Warnings: Swearing and that's it I think...
Notes: Okay so when I finished writing this like 3 days ago it was 2,420 words and now itâs 3,278, I'm so sorry! I hope you enjoy!
"look, I've been thinking" you say pushing to door to the room you and Dean share open using your foot, your arms laden with pie, other treats and lots of booze, "and I think that I might have been ov- WHAT THE FUCK DEAN?!" you screamed, dropping everything in the door way taking in the scene before you. Thereâs Dean with some, some bimbo clutching at him. Turning on your heel, you grab your duffel and head for the door. A hand, Dean's hand landed on your shoulder turning you to face him, the comforter wrapped around his waist.
"Y/N, would you just let me to explain?" he pleaded softly, his eyes searching yours.
"No, no I won't. It's the same crap as last time, 'It's not what it looks like', 'She means nothing to me', 'I love you', and âGive me a second chance' you shouted, barely holding back the tears. "Well not this time, I'm not going to make the same mistake again, I should have known that was bullshit the first time you said it!" the tears flowing now, "That you never meant a word you said...â you whispered the last part softly. Dean's hand dropped from your shoulder and he looked away.
You took that as your cue to leave, you turned and found Sammy staring at his brother, anger shone in his hazel eyes the shifted to you and became softer, he opened his mouth to say something but you shook you head, embracing him in your small arms.
"Iâm gonna miss you Sammy, look after yourself." You said quietly, giving him a squeeze. You walked to the door no looking back now, you open and close it for the last time. You heard shouting and then something smash. You sigh shaking your head hitching the duffel up onto your shoulder, itâs his own damn fault he had no right getting angry. You hitched the duffel onto your shoulder and started walking. "Maybe I can get a lift to the airport" you mumble to yourself, walking in the direction of the bar.
You sauntered into the bar, you clothes sticking to your skin, the heavens deciding to open upon you, and made your way to the bar and waved over the bartender.
"What will it be Y/N?" Bob, the lovely elderly man asked.
"Whiskey and 5 shots please Bob" you gave him a half arsed smile and he set your drinks down.
"Dean being a pain in the ass again?" he laughed, you sighed.
"You have no idea... Hey do you know if anyone can give me a lift, I just need to get out of town for a bit" you said downing you shots one after the other. Bob smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I can ask my grandson Jake to give you a ride, when you want to leave?" he replied, thankfully not prying into where and why you're leaving.
"Twenty minutes okay?" you ask and Bob gives you a nod and heads off to speak to Jake.
"Hey girl you make me want to write a song..." you groan, recognizing the country song that you and Dean always loved listening to. You closed your eyes trying to block out the memories of you both. You and Dean play fighting on the bed, Dean chasing you in the rain, the time you broke into the farmer barn and rolled around the hayloft jumping from the top to the bottom. You closed your eyes trying to block out the memories of you both and order another shot.
"Hey Bob, changed my mind, I want to leave now" you called to the man serving a few men down the other end of the bar. He looks at you and smiles, he turns to a young lad, saying something and points at you, the boy smiles and makes his way over.
"Hey, so you ready?" he greeted you, extending his hand to shake yours, you nod, throw some money down and grab your bag, more than ready to leave Dean and the mess heâs made behind you.
 Three months later
*Ping*
You opened up you email and saw that you had yet another message from Sam, You sighed opening it.
Hey Y/N,
I know you're probably sick of these emails by now but I just want to know if youâre okay, Dean's gone out of his mind these last three months, taking on more hunts, being more reckless, hell he's been drinking more than he normally does. Hell heâs been going on hunts stone cold drunk with no plan or anything. Also, Y/N he found out you went to the bar that night, he found out Jake gave you a lift somewhere and beat the shit out of him just to find out where you went, but gotta hand it to the kid, he didn't spill, you trusted the right guy. Look I know Dean hurt you but I didn't, I just want to know you're safe. Anyway, better go or Dean's gonna throw a fit cause we're heading out for a hunt and I said I was on my way like 3 minutes ago, so look after yourself kid.
Love you and miss you
Sammy.
You smiled to yourself holding back the tears, debating whether or not to tell Sam youâre okay but then again if you did he could trace where you emailed form. You were in no way ready to face Dean let alone Sam whoâd give you the best puppy dog eyes making you feels extra guilty. Sighing you rubbed your bulging tummy, you closed your email and went back to your course work.
After you left you headed home to your mum's in Dallas, Texas knowing they wouldn't think to find you there and enrolled on an engineering course, shortly after you arrive and started college you found out you were pregnant, a month along to be exact. You debated going back, telling Dean sorting out the mess he made, maybe even listen to what he had to say but you shook your head, if he didn't change his ways for you then why would he change them now? So you spent all your time either working at the local bar or doing your college work.
The next day you walked into the bar where you worked, instantly recognizing the leather jacket of the hunter you left behind three months ago, you quickly slipped into the back throwing on your (N/Y/H/C) wig, covering your (Y/H/C), then your fake glasses and the name badged that read 'Candie'.
You started serving the men at the bar, them all giving you flirty looks despite your obvious pregnant tummy. It went like that all night, pouring drinks, shooting down men. Trying to keep up your Texas accent that you lost after all those years away from home, hoping to the high hells Dean wouldn't notice it was you.
"Well y'll better watch it boys or I'll have to take you home with me, and take you up on the offer" you winked at them, the southern drawl coming out better than it had at the beginning of the night. The men you'd been talking to had been offering to help you out around the house after you mentioned some bits of DIY work that needing doing, they'd given you their numbers and said to call if you need anything. You tucked the napkin in your pocket and walked away.
"You know they just want to get in your pants?" said the voice you'd been dreading to here all night.
"Excuse me mister but I think they can see that there is no way in hell that's happening" You said pointing at you swollen belly. He took the sight in and smiled.
"How many months are you? If you don't mind me asking that is" he asked, looking at you this time.
"About 4 months now, if I'm honest I'm ready to get her out already" you replied refilling his whiskey.
"How'd you know it's a girl and, if you don't mind me being forward, is the father around?" he raised those brilliant green eyes and met yours.
"I just know, my momma says it's a 'mother's thing' whatever that means" you answered whipping down the bar turning you back to him. Dean got up and put some money on the bar and made to leave.
"And to answer your second question, he's around, but in other woman's beds" you say with venom, glaring at him. He give you a small smile.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that Candie, well I wish you both the best" he smiled and left. You sighed with relief and glanced at the clock you had thirty minutes left and you'd be home free to finish the last of your coursework but something in the back of your mind nagged at you, if Dean was here then there was a case and that wasn't good either.
When you got home that night you finished your work, showered and put on your jogging bottoms the flannel you stole from Dean years ago, you smiled at the memory of him accusing you of stealing it and pestering you about it for weeks until he finally gave up, and grabbed your laptop intent on finding out what had brought the hunter to your little town. You leafed through many news articles and found what you were looking for, a couple of teenagers went camping in the woods not far from where you worked, and they all just disappeared not saying a word to anyone. You looked up past cases with similar factors from up and down the country.
One case in particular caught your eye. It was a case up in Wyoming, exactly the same some kids went camping, one calling his sister every night but then suddenly radio silence. You remember it because that was when you met the brothers, they rolled on into town about the same time as you and you joined forces, and research. It was the first Wendigo you killed. Now knowing what you were up against you text your friend Joey, remembering he had a blow torch.
-Hey JoJo, odd question but could you lend me your blow torch for tomorrow? Xxx-
*Ping*
-Ummm okay, Iâll dropping round before I got to work. Do I want to know? Xxx-
-Yayayayayayayaya thank you JoJo! No, no you donât want to know. See ya tomorrow! Xxx-
-See you tomorrow (N/N) Xxx-
That morning Joey drops off the blowtorch with minimal questioning. You grab yourself some toast and coffee and think about your plan for this evening. Youâre going to call in sick, something to do with the baby then sneak out in to the woods with the witness and then wham bam thank you maâam, youâll kill the Wendigo and find the rest of the teenagers. You go about the rest of your day as you would.
That evening you sneak your way out to meet the young teenager, her name is Madison, as you and Madison pick your way through forest to the abandoned camp site. You start afire hoping to draw its attention. Â
After hours of small talk and rumbling bellies the Wendigo shows up, you jump into action, well as best you can with being pregnant and all, it comes at you but you side step away, turning on the blow torch and holding a can of bug spray.
âShall I call your mother and tell her you wonât be home for dinner?â you drawl as you kill the Wendigo.
"Well looks like we were beaten to it Sammy" Dean said probably checking out your ass you turned and started to walk back to Madison, thanking God that you remembered to put on your wig and glasses before you left.
âHey you should start to head back home now or your folks are gonna start to worry about youâ you said giving her a small hug. You watched her leave until you she was out of your sight. You grab your things silently, not even acknowledging the two hunters behind you, after collecting your things you turn and start to look for the cavern that the lost teenagers where.
"Hey wait! I know you, Candie wasn't it?" He asked, you turned on your heel and nodded at him. You continued to head deeper into the forest,in the same direction the Wendigo came from. When you didn't hear them following you stopped and turned around.
"Well, you boys gonna help me look for those damn kids or do I have to everything around here?" you drawled in the best Texas accent you could, not bothering to look back to see if they were coming. You heard the rustling of clothes and gathered that theyâd started to follow after you.
âSo um, y-youâre a hunter?â Sammy starts saying, you just give him a look, âI mean of course you are but, but youâre pregnantâ He stated.
âWell done buckaroo, yes I'm a hunter and I know I shouldn't right now but I hate feeling useless, sitting on my pregnant ass all day doing course workâŚâ you rant at the giant man. Deans pretty quiet so you chance a glance at him and find that heâs generally tracking the Wendigo cave.
After what seemed like hours you found the lost teenagers and brought them back to civilization. They thank you for saving them and went home to their worried families. You turned away from the boys and headed to your beat up Shelby Mustang.
âYou boys coming for a drink, remember I work in a bar, I can slide you a few free ones on the house.â You say slipping into your car not even waiting for a response.
Dean pulls up next to you in the parking lot, when he got out he gave your car an appreciative whistle.
"I kno-knew a girl who would love this car, sheâd go on and on about how much she wanted one" he said smiling at the memory.
"You said 'knew', do you mind if I ask what happened?" you ask curiously knowing he meant you but wanting to know what heâd say. He chuckled.
"Maybe after a few beers" he said turning and walking to the bar.
Ten Beers later Dean, Sam and you where having a great time, you obviously stuck to water and orange juice.
"And then she just ki-kicked him in the balls and said 'hakuna matata asshat'" Dean finished, whipping at the tears that had appeared from him laughing so hard. You smiled at the memory, remembering how Dean had laughed just as hard then as he was now.
"So, what happened to her? If you don't mind that is I know you said 'maybe after a few beers'" you said finishing your water.
"I was an idiot and did something stupid and now she's gone, I don't know where she is, if she's even alive for that matter" he trailed off, picking at the label on his beer. âShe was the most beautiful woman I ever had the chance to meet, not just beautiful though, she was real smart, funny, she was a damn good hunter too not just with the hands on stuff but with research too and boy could she cook!â Dean said with a grin you looked down thinking of something to say, wondering if you should tell him but you dismiss the idea as fast as it arrives, when you friend Candice came crashing in. Oh no.
"Y/N! Where you been girl?" she shouted throwing her arms around your neck giving you a tight hug, "and why are your wearing this silly wig and glasses" she continued pulling them off before you could stop her. Dean gasped and you barely heard him say your name before you were on your feet and running out the bar and too your car.
You fumbled with the keys trying to open the car but it was no use, the door to the bar opened and you took off running, well it was more like waddling, down the road you could hear Dean running after you his footsteps coming closer.
"Y/N! Stop please, talk to me, please!" he said easily catching up to you and gently grabbing your shoulder. You burst in to tears, not being able to hold them in any more.
"What?! What do you want me to say Dean? There's nothing for me to say. I ran away to the one place I knew you'd never look. Then yesterday, when I walked in, there you were leather jacket and all" you'd crumpled to the floor at this point sobbing into your hands. "When you asked about the father I nearly told you, nearly gave in but I couldn't, I just couldn't, but I guess I have to now. You're the father, hope you're happy!" You screamed at him, wiping the tears away and standing up.
"I-I didn't know" he stuttered, you looked away the tears falling freely. A second later you were being crushed to his chest, his lips pressed to you head. It was quiet for a while, while you hung on to Dean, the sound of your sobs being the only sound.
"I love you so much Y/N, I miss you please come home, you don't have to forgive me, just come home I want to be there for you and this baby, our-our little girl..." he said softly breaking the silence. You smiled in to his chest at his words, 'our little girl', you stepped back, looking at the green eyed hunter, and hope filled his face. You thought of all the things that you loved about him and they outweighed the bad and you realized you forgave him a long time ago, because you love the man that stood before you, flaws and all. You nodded at him with a grin on your face.
"Dean, I forgave you a long time ago because no matter what you do, I love you. You're my idiot and were going to raise this little life that's growing within me, and sheâs gonna kick so much ass and break all the boyâs hearts." you finished planting a soft kiss to his lips taking his hand and walked him back to where Sam stood.
"Guess whoâs coming home Uncle Sammy" you said punching him in the arm gently, a grin spread across his face and he soon pulled you in for a tight hug.
"Thought I'd never hear you say that again" he whispered into your hair. You pulled away giving them a both a smile.
"Hey Mary, I want you to meet your daddy and Uncle Sammy" you cooed to your swollen belly rubbing a hand over it. You looked up at Sam and Dean, there were tears in both their eyes.
"You named her Mary?" Dean asked quietly, you nodded.
"Seemed like the right kind of name, wanted her to have something strong but beautiful..." you trailed off as Dean just grinned at you.
âItâs perfect Y/Nâ Sam said giving you another hug.
"Well, letâs just get you both home" he chuckled pulling you to his side, walking you over to the impala, as you walk past Sam you hand him the keys to your car.
âLook after her Sammy or I will kick your ass, pregnant or notâ you chuckled at the look on his face as you sat down on the old leather seats that you missed so much, looking forward to going home.
 Authorâs Note: I hope you guys liked this because I loved writing it! Iâm going to try and make a part two and then do an epilogue about when their daughter is all grown up but I have lots of twists that hopefully you wonât see coming! If you want more than two parts do let me know because Iâm willing to do more if you beauties want me too! Anyway this was meant to be short.
-Much love.
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,358 words
Warnings: Swearing (me thinks) drinking slight smut.. Umm I can't think of anything else, if you see anything, let me know!
Notes: My first fic so go easy on me, feedback is very much encouraged and I hope you enjoy. Much love.
"There's my cheerleader!" He yelled from what you could only assume was the kitchen. Slamming the door you stalked you way to him, kicking your shoes off and muttering curses at him as you went. Dumping your bags by the small kitchen table you moved to the fridge pulling out a couple of beers and the left over pasta salad Dean made last night. You drop into your chair and start to dig in. A few seconds later Dean sauntered in, ruffling your hair as he passed.
"So anything?" You ask as you dig your way through the mountain of pasta, mouth half-full. Dean looks at you and smiles to himself.
"Nope, still got nothing" He grunted turning back to the web page he had open.
You drop you fork with a sigh. You look up and see those wonderfully green eyes, that you'd grown to love over the last 5 months, staring right back at you, knowing exactly what you were going to say before you even opened you mouth to talk. After all, 5 mouths of coming home and asking the same question he knew you were getting more pissed each day with the lack of information you had at your disposal, to gank the son of a bitch.
"Look (Y/N) we're trying our hardest but we both have to keep up the grades and appearances, which reminds me..." He trailed off, forcing you to lift you head off the piles of papers spread across the table and actually look at him.
"'Reminds you' what exactly?!" You accusingly, narrowing you eyes at him, he couldn't quite meet your gaze and it suddenly dawn on you. You were head cheerleader and he was head of the football team, high school social law dictated that you two were to go out. Not that you'd mind playing Dean's girlfriend, you'd revel in the fact that while you were at 'school' he was all yours and that, that made you smile.
"There'sapartytonightandIwonderedifyou'dgowithme?" He rushed, pink rising in his cheeks all the way up to his eyes. You giggled, getting out your chair and placing a kiss on his cheek and bounding off to your room to get ready.
You bound in to the bathroom, ridding yourself of clothes and claimed the shower, washing your hair and body. You finish up shaving your legs and wrap your hair up in a towel. You grab your make-up bag and get to work. After you've applied your foundation and powder, you apply bronzer and highlight your cheeks with pink blush, giving you a dewey healthy glow. Then on to eyes, you give yourself a smoky eye look adding flicked eye-liner you finish it with a glossy red lipstick.Â
Wondering into your room, partly towel drying your hair, you mover to the wardrobe and grab a self-cropped band tee that had once belonged to Dean, your super-skinny-make-your-ass-look-phenomenon-Jeans and a old flannel you'd also 'borrowed' from Dean and tied it round your waist. You pair your outfit with some black ankle boots and a chunky gold chain round your neck. You turn to the mirror to self-asses and you like what you see. Before leaving you quickly back-comb your (H/C) locks and spriz some strawberry perfume on and bounce down the stairs, to a waiting Dean.
"I knew you stole my clothes" He muttered sternly at you but couldn't help the infectious grin that was spreading across his freckled face. You giggle and grin back, grabbing your leather jacket, you tug on his hand as you walked out to baby.
Three hours later
"Deeeeeeaannn!" You squealed, throwing yourself in his arms, thankfully he was more sober than you and caught you effortlessly. He placed you back down on the ground but kept one hand on your hip, pulling you close his fingers brushing against your hip bone, making you giggle and a small rosy blush to appear on your cheeks.Â
"I think someone has had enough to drink, don't you think?" He smirk looking at you wide-eyed starting around crowed room searching for the drunkard.
"I give up, who has?" You whisper in his ear, lips brushing against his jaw. Dean shivered a little and the slight contact but brushed it off and pointed at you.
"Me?!" You squeaked up at him, your piercing (E/C) eyes as wide as ever.
"Yes you missy" He growled down at you. There was something in the way he was looking at you that made heat pool in your lower abdomen. Thankfully some girls can over with shots and dragged you both over to play truth or dare. Dean dropped down into a bean bag pulling you down into his lap.
"(Y/N)!! Truth orr daree?!" Said the bubbly blond sat opposite you. She was wearing a black body-con dress that did wonders for her body and showed off her large bust, you glanced at Dean from the corner of you eye to see if he'd noticed but his eyes were glued to your face. Blushing you face the girl opposite you.
"DAAAARRRRREEEE" You yell and they all laughed. The girl seemed surprised you said dare.
"Okay, I dare you to... Give Deanie boy a lap dance" She said eyeing you with a smug look. Dean nearly choked on his drink, while everyone stared at you not believing you'd do it, with a smile playing on your lips, you stood and grabbed his hand and dragged him over to one of the better chairs, thankfully the music changed to you song 'Cherry pie' by Warren and boy did you give one hell of a lap dance.
"I think we should go" Dean whispered to you, you looked up at his lust blown eye and nodded, the heat pooling in your lower abdomen, you said goodbye to Ryan, whom you'd spent most the night cuddling and giggling with and dragged Dean out to the impala. Once at the car you leaned against it and pulled him close to you, reaching up to plant a firm kiss on his lips and hopped in the car.
Dean make it back to your place in record time and you were out the car and opening the front door before Dean had even stopped the car. You stumbled into his room as he striped the AC/DC tee over your head, discarding it -and you noted your bra with it- to the floor. He roughly kneaded your breast as he started his assault on your neck, working his way across you jaw and down to the hallow of you neck and works his way back up to you slightly swollen lips. He lifted your legs and wrapping them round his waist as he pushed you against the wall, grinding his groin into your core, making you moan against his lips, you palmed him through his jeans, pulling a growl from the back of his throat.
"(Y/N/N)you've-" he was cut off by the sound of AC/DC playing from his pocked. He sighed, putting you down and pulling the phone from his pocket.
"Hello?" He asked into the receiver, you heard the person on the other end say something but you couldn't quite catch what they were saying, there was a lot of humming and haring from Dean then he closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
"Who was it?" you croaked, the alcohol finally doing the damage to you throat.
"That was Sammy, apparently 5 months ago just before we showed up here, some other hunter killed the son of a bitch we've been hunting, some guy named Kyle or something" Deans said looking worn out
"What the hell?!? Why didn't anyone think to tell us, we told a few people where we'd be if they needed us!" You shouted, running your hand down your throat trying to sooth the ache.
"Guess we'll pack off tomorrow then?" You said joining Dean on the bed, resting you head on his shoulder.
"But there's something I need to finish first" He growled, tackling you to the bed, showering you with kisses.
"That's fine with me" You giggle and playfully nipping at his lip.
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