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I’ve loved writing Spn fan fic over the years for you guys, but in recent months I’ve branched out and focused on my original fiction, and now I’d like to share it with you all as well. My novel, “Pusher,” is not completely finished, but I have about half posted on Wattpad. You do not need an account to read it. Please, please, check out my story if you have the time. I’m so appreciative of the support this blog had gotten and thankful that people enjoy reading my spn work, so I hope you all like this as well.

To read Pusher, click here.

Here is the description:

Slinging dope isn’t exactly the kind of extracurricular Angelica Moore would want listed on her college applications, but when her mother’s meager paychecks can no longer stretch to the end of each month, Angelica realizes she might not have any other choice than to start dealing. Fortunately for her, no one suspects the girl with a perfect GPA, a seat as treasurer on student council, and a starting position on the Girl’s Varsity Volleyball team to be anything short of an angel.

Maverick Weir controls the market in Dayton High, having bullied his way into a marijuana monopoly. Angelica might have a strong mind for business and the school administration wrapped around her finger, but Mav isn’t about to let some goody-two-shoes steal the keys to his kingdom.

Neither of them are going to back down from a fight, but when the true enemy becomes their inescapable attraction for each other, the two just might make a pair of unlikely allies.

Requested by @spnhybrid | My Writing | Gif

Hesitation wrapped around you as you watched Dean hurry out the door, throwing his goodbyes over his shoulder. A part of you wanted to demand that he stop in his tracks so you could throw your arms around his neck and squeeze the life out of him before any monster dare even try to take it away, but that was touchy-feely emotional stuff and hunters did not do touchy-feely.

So you settled on calling after him, “Just be careful, alright? And come back in one piece!” But the anxiety from before was still stuck in your voice.

Dean stopped short of the door, pausing to turn around at you. His eyebrows shot up, a smug grin slowly transforming his lips.

“You’re worried about me, aren’t you?” he said.

“No. I just—” you stuttered, blushing. He took a few paces towards you. “Who else is going to fix my car if you don’t come back? Or annoy me half to death? Or watch Game of Thrones with me?”

He laughed — that dumb arrogant laugh — and pulled you into his chest, holding you tight enough for all the worry and anxiety to slip away, if only for a moment. He pressed his lips onto the top of your head.

“I’m going to come back, okay? I always come back.”

“You better,” you spoke, burying your face in his jacket. “Or else I’m going to drag your corpse back here and resurrect you myself.”

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“I just can’t believe she’s gone.”

Requested by: @miafrost12

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“I’ll always be here for you, alright?”

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“Did you forget the part where she’s a murderous demon?”

“Come on, Dean. We’re just messing around.”

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“I can do it, but it will come at a price.”

Requested by: @deansgirlimpala67

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“You certainly aren’t the Harvelle I was expecting.”

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“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I will watch over you.”

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Sam worked his lips against yours, injecting fire into your veins with every touch. Mid-kiss he slid his hand along your skin to caress your cheek, but the feel of his calloused skin against your neck was enough to send you back to months before.

Sam’s fingers squeezed around your throat, choking the air from your lungs as he mercilessly made love to you. His body ached with the need to feel your skin against his. It was only after, when you scanned your naked body in the mirror, that you realized that need left purple and blue bruises all over you.

Your hands, just moments before feeling up his torso, pushed back on his chest. You turned your back on him, struggling to catch your breath and keep your hands from shaking.

It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him.

But no matter how many times you chanted the words over in your head, you couldn’t look at your lover who sat just a few feet away. He reached for your hand, but you snatched it away without thinking.

“I’m sorry. I ju— I just need a minute.”

“Is everything alright? You can talk to me.”

“I’m fine.”

“Then tell me what I did. Ever since I got my soul back you’ve been acting strange. I can hardly touch you without you flinching away. You don’t sleep half the night from nightmares. We haven’t slept together in months. You know I can’t remember what I did when I was soulless so you have to tell me. Did I hurt you?”

You didn’t mean to, but when you turned back to Sam tears were running down your cheeks and sobs wracked your chest, choking your words as you tried to speak. “I know it wasn’t you. I don’t blame you for what happened. I just— every time we—”

Your words became incoherent as your cries took over your voice. Carefully and slowly, Sam wrapped his arms around your shaking body and drew you into his chest. Hand hand rubbed slow circles into your back.

“It’s okay. I’m here now.”

And he was. The real Sam was here now, and he would never hurt you.

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Requested by @shjsieisks

Dean threw three more packages of Morton’s salt into the cart, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed another. You approached him, the pie he requested you grab in hand. He didn’t look up as he spoke to you.

“Look, I think Sam and I have got this vengeful spirit covered. Why don’t you head back to the bunker and help Castiel figure out that whole tablet issue.”

You narrowed your eyes, catching his subtle attempt at trying to keep you away from the fight.

“You’re only four minutes older than me, Dean, so you can stop treating me like a child. If I stay couped up in that bunker for one more minute my head is going to explode.”

Dean finally looked up at you, but his eyes flicked to the pie in your hands. Annoyance flashed over his features.

“You already are insane. I asked for apple, not raspberry.”

Sam rolled his eyes as the two of you launched into bickering. You shoved at Dean’s shoulder and he did the same to you.

“Would you two quit it? We’re in a store,” Sam scolded. You and Dean hardly heard him. He sighed and then raised the volume of his voice, this time not talking to you or your twin, but to the other store patrons.

“Two children up for adoption. Both potty trained and only slightly smarter than they look!”

You shot him a dirty look, forgetting about your annoying twin, but Sam kept booming out his fake advert all the way to checkout. He even leaned over to tell the cashier that he would pay someone to take “the two troublemakers” off his hands. You sent a sharp elbow into his side, grabbed the groceries and hurried out of the store with both brothers in tow.