Ever since Emily’s death a little over a year ago, Cordell and Geri had grown closer than they ever have been before. Yes, of course, they were childhood friends and have always been close. But this was a different kind of close.
His strong, calloused hands caressed her soft cheeks. He slipped one hand around the back of her neck and pulled her closer, smashing his lips into hers. She responded positively, resting her hands on his hips.
“We need… we need to talk.” Cordell moaned breathlessly between kisses. “What are we? Where is this going?”
“What a way to kill the mood, Cordi.” Geri pulled away and wiped her lips.
“This isn’t fair to Emily.” He whispered, his eyes falling from Geri’s big brown ones, to the floor.
“Emily would want you to be happy.” She too, whispered, sympathetically.
Geri grabbed his hands and pressed light kisses on his knuckles, “we don’t need to put a label on it, Cordi, this can just be fun until you’re ready.”
“I can’t have fun like this, Geri. I have two kids, two kids who deserve to know if I’m moving on.”
“You’re the one who kissed me that night, remember?” Geri stepped closer, guiding his hands to the hem of her shirt.
She helped him pull her t-shirt up over her head , leaving her in an army green coloured, lace covered bra. Cordell rested his forehead against hers, his hands roaming all over her beautifully tanned body. His jaw clenched and he grabbed her face as he pondered the consequences of sleeping with his best friend- sleeping with his wife’s best friend.
“If-If we do this… our relationship will never be the same, Geri.”
“I’m willing to take that risk.” She pulled him closer by his belt loops and kissed him passionately.
He couldn’t take anymore, he wrapped his arms around her back and scooped her up, returning her kiss. Cordell threw her down on the bed and practically ripped her jeans off her body, revealing matching panties to the bra she was wearing. Geri ran hands up her own body as Cordell stepped back to admire her petite frame. He began to grow hard at the sight of his friend. One of the first times he’s had a genuine hard on since Emily.
Geri propped herself up on her elbows, “someone’s a little overdressed.”
Cordell agreed and began shedding some layers.
“Sex isn’t wrong, Cordell.” Geri watched as Walker pulled off his shirt. “It’s something to love, something to be proud of and never something to be ashamed of.”
With words of encouragement like that, how could he resist?
“Y/N?” Dean mumbled, as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder.
“Yes?”
To you, sex used to be quick and dirty, with whatever man you could find. It all changed when you met him.
Dean Winchester.
It was almost two years ago. It was a simple vampire case but the eldest Winchester insisted on him and his brother, Sam, tagging along. Now, sex was totally different. Dean made sure of that. He was the best you ever had- he made it impossible to leave.
“That night in the bar,” he started off slow. “When Sam and I first met you. I knew I wanted you. Corny as it is, I knew I wanted to make love to you. I didn’t just want sex- and that was a first for me. I wanted you around all the time.”
“Awe, that’s sweet, babe.”
“I mean it, Y/N. You are my everything.” He kissed up your shoulder and on your neck.
“I know you do, Dean, I love you too-” You cut yourself off when Dean opened a box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.
“Marry me.” He said confidently.
“I knew you loved me, but damn, Winchester.” You kissed your fiancé passionately as he slid the ring on your finger. “When I first met you, I never thought you’d be the type to settle down.”
“I thought the same about you.” Dean chuckled softly, resting his forehead against yours. “I guess we brought out the best in each other.”
Summary: Some fantasies deserve to come true. This is straight up porn with a dash of fluff.
Pairing: Sam x reader, Dean x reader
Word Count: 3609
Warnings: double penetration, fingering, first time anal, first time threesome, protected sex.
A/N: This is one of the first DP fics I wrote waaaay back in 2014 (another Purge victim). Now updated with slightly less rambling sentences and better grammar.
You weren’t sure how you’d stumbled on it in the first place. Out of all the laptops in the bunker, you should have known better than to take Dean’s. It was unsurprising, really, that you were in your room with your eyes glued to the screen. A buxom and very vocal blonde was being taken by not one but two guys, in a position that looked uncomfortable yet sexy as hell and she was screaming wantonly like nothing you’d ever heard before.
Summary: Reader gets sucked into purgatory with Dean. She’s Sam’s girlfriend but months trapped with Dean leads to a passionate encounter.
Pairing: Dean x reader, Sam x reader (mentioned)
@spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Purgatory!Dean
Word Count: 2545
Warnings: smut from the outset, cheating, outdoor sex, rough sex, possessiveness, angst
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There were scratches on your thighs from the bark of the log you slept against. Your shredded clothes barely covered your dignity but Dean’s body did the rest. A deep sense of shame washed over you as you cuddled into him, hating and loving the way his arm looped protectively around your waist.
“It’s dawn,” he grumbled, his eyes closed, mouth almost at your ear. The low timbre of his voice made you shudder and pull back to look up at him. “Not that it makes much difference.”
You didn’t speak, burrowing your face against his chest. After six months, you’d have thought both of you would stink to high heaven, and sure, you were filthy dirty but you could only smell Dean’s natural scent. That odd combination of sweat and blood, an iron tang on your tongue that lingered and made you crave more.
Summary: Sam’s a Beta, has been for his entire life, despite expectations. Everyone always assumes that he’s Alpha - he’s huge, and imposing. But he replies with the same answer he always has - “they grow ‘em big in Kansas, ma’am.” Then he gets injured on a hunt, and his world turns upside down.
Pairing: Sam x reader
Warnings: A/B/O themes, knotting, heat/rut, fluff, smut and the smidge of angst.
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
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Growing up, you never had a dad. Literally speaking, of course, someone made you. But figuratively speaking, he was never there. You just assumed that he had left your mom before you were born- or before you were old enough to remember. What a jerk move, right? You always swore that if you met your father, you would hate him for abandoning you and your mom. Your grandfather passed away four years before you were born, your mom was only thirteen and your grandmother passed away from cancer when you were five. So, at the age of fifteen, when your mom was in a bad car accident and fell into a coma, you were all alone. You decided when you were almost seventeen, that it was finally time to move on- clear the things out of your childhood home and prepare for university life that was just around the corner in your life.
“Hmm…” You hummed as you came across an old photo album that your mom had stashed away in the attic. “What’s in this?”
You cracked the cover and it revealed a picture of a baby in her parents’ arms labelled, “Mom, Dad + Me, April 4th, 1985.” This was a photo album that your mom created while she was growing up.
You skipped a few pages and came across a photo of a man labelled, “Dad, just before he passed. Miss you always, daddy. Love your baby girl, Katie. 1998.”
Another few pages and you spotted an unfamiliar face. Even though both of your grandparents had passed away, you still knew what they looked like from the photos. The picture with the unfamiliar face was labelled, “Jared and I, our first official date, 2000.”
“So, you’re thinking that maybe this Jared guy is your dad.” Your best friend, Maureen questioned as she sipped on her piping hot tea.
“Yeah, I mean they dated up until the year I was born. There are so many pictures of him and them together in my mom’s photo album. Dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays- the whole works. The album ended with a picture of them kissing and it was labelled: “March 21st, 2oo2, Jared: I’m sorry I can’t go to Los Angeles with you. Good luck with every journey life gives you. You were the love of my life, forever and always will I love you, Katelyn.” It’s sad to read that- my mom really loved Jared and he just left.”
“Who knows why he left, Y/N. Maybe he had no other choice… like his family was moving or something… He was only young.” Maureen suggested.
“Yeah, I know. Something gives me the feeling that he didn’t know my mom was pregnant when he left… I would’ve been conceived in February of the same year that I was born and they never broke up till March. There was no way my mom would’ve known she was pregnant before they split. But why didn’t she call and tell him? What could be more important than his child.” You pondered.
“I dunno what to tell you.” Maureen shrugged. “You got a photo of him?”
You nodded and pulled a picture out of your sweater pocket.
“Holy shit.” Maureen gasped, taking one single glance at the photo. “No way,”
“What? What is it, Maury?”
Immediately, she pulled out her phone and tapped away on the keyboard.
“This is the Jared your mom dated!” Maureen exclaimed, turning the phone towards you.
On the screen, there was a man with shoulder-length brown hair, a bit of scruff on his chin and beautiful hazel eyes.
“Jared… Padalecki?” You squinted to read the words in the google search bar.
“He’s an actor on the longest-running Sci-Fi television series, AKA my favourite show, Supernatural.” Maureen declared.
“Doesn’t ring a bell.” You shrugged. “It does look like the same person though.”
“Because it is him, Y/N! And, seriously? You’ve heard me talk about this show before. It just proves my point that you tune me out all the time.”
“...What?... Hmm?” You snatched the phone from Maureen to read up on this Jared Padalecki guy.
“See? Exactly.” Maureen frowned.
“Nevermind you.”
You selected the all button on google and clicked his Wikipedia link.
“Maury, he has a wife and three young kids.”
“So? He’s your father… she’s your step-mom. They are your half-siblings! You have the right to meet them!”
“This is crazy. There is no way that my dad is a famous actor. He’s just some deadbeat who didn’t want a pregnant seventeen-year-old girlfriend and her baby.” You hissed. “How would you even propose I go about finding out if this Jared guy is actually my dad. I’m just going to be shoved off to the side and labelled as some crazy stalker fan.”
“No… you’re the one who’s crazy. You can’t see a good thing when it’s right in front of you. You can’t accept the fact that you’d have a father who might actually be interested in your life and care about you because you’re so used to being alone. Are you suggesting that your mom cheated on him? You were clearly conceived before they broke up and it was obvious that your mom loved him more than anything.”
“No! My mom would never do that.”
“Well... There you go.”
Maureen was right… Probably. Your mom was too loving and innocent to have cheated on her boyfriend. She also wouldn’t have known she was pregnant before Jared left for Los Angeles… You were assuming that it was to get his big break and jump-start his career. But why wouldn’t she tell him? Now you felt as if your mom thought Jared’s career was more important than you were. Part of you wished your mom had gone to LA with Jared. Why couldn’t she? At least that way, you wouldn’t feel like some part of you was missing. After long and hard deliberation, you sought out a way to reach Jared… or one of his associates. One of his known associates decided to meet up with you and see what the fuss you were creating was all about. You were so nervous. It was hard to swallow and your hands were all clammy when you sat down to have a meal with the man. You showed him pictures of your mom and Jared and then pictures of you and your mom to try and prove that you weren’t just some stalker trying to ruin Jared’s life. You willingly let a stranger take a swab of your DNA to run it against Jared’s.
A few days later, Jared’s representative, Matthew, messaged you and asked you to meet him at a restaurant.
“Mr. Padalecki would like to meet you.” He announced.
“Do-Does that mean… what I think i-it means?” You stuttered.
“Your DNA was a match to Mr. Padalecki’s. Our highly trained doctors are 100% sure that you are actually his daughter.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you nearly choked on your food.
“Holy Shit.” You muttered.
You couldn’t believe you had actually found your dad. After nearly seventeen years of searching and wondering who the lucky guy might be- you finally found him.
“I-I’d love to meet him.” You admitted.
A driver picked you up when you were contacted about meeting Jared. You didn’t have a license which made things difficult as you’ve been living on your own for a year. You were hoping that maybe if you ever got close with the Padalecki’s, they’d teach you the many things that your mom would’ve if she was alive. Technically your mother hasn’t passed, there was just a very slim chance that she’d wake up after falling into a coma. Ever since the accident, you’ve craved parental support and now that you’ve found your biological dad, and he was willing to meet with you, you finally might have it. As the car was put in park and the driver stepped out, you found yourself frozen in the seat.
What if he didn’t like you?
What if his wife and kids didn’t like you?
What would his parents think of their long lost grandkid?
So many things were running through your head and those thoughts were on all of the things that could go wrong in this meet and greet with your old man. It made you sick.
“This way.” The driver opened the door for you.
“Can-Can I ask you something?” You gulped.
Sheer nervousness resonated throughout your voice as you spoke with the complete stranger.
“Sure, Ms. Y/L/N.” The man responded, giving you a sympathetic smile.
“What do you say to a man that you just found out, after nearly seventeen years of being on this earth, is your father… that you never knew. What if he hates me? What if I’m getting my hopes up for nothing?”
“Just tell him the truth. Mr. Padalecki is one of the nicest men I know. He doesn’t hate and he’s a very reasonable guy. He’s excited to meet you, albeit just as nervous or more nervous than you are.”
“Do you always have to call him Mr. Padalecki? Is that like a requirement of your job or-”
“Alright, I see what’s going on here. You’re stalling. Get out of the car and go meet your dad.”
Jacob, the driver of the car, walked you up to the door.
“And by the way, It’s not a requirement of my job, it’s just courteous to call my clients by Mister or Miss.” He winked as he knocked on the door for you. “Good luck.”
Before you knew it, you were standing alone at the door of your father’s house. Man, that felt weird to think about… your dad. The man from the picture answered the door. He was even more beautiful in person. He gave you a big smile. You smiled nervously back at him. When you held your hand out to shake his, he hugged you instead. It took a second before you realized “Hey! This is your dad hugging you! Hug back, dummy.” He held you in his arms for an extra second which made you feel like you had known him all your life, it made you feel at home for the first time since your mom’s car accident.
You moved in not too long later. Jared’s boys and his little girl loved you- so did he and his wife. When Jared found out that your mom was in a coma, he moved you in right away and helped you sell your childhood. It was like you were living a dream. You couldn’t imagine your life without Jared- it felt as if he had been there your whole life.
“I feel guilty, you know,” Jared admitted.
“Why? You don’t have anything to be guilty over.” You shrugged.
You hadn’t quite worked your way up to calling Jared “dad” yet.
“Yes, I do. I should’ve known about you. I should’ve been around to help you out as a kid and help you when your mom’s accident happened.”
“You’re here now. That’s all that matters. You’re my missing piece, D-dad. Thank you for taking me in and loving me.” You sniffed.
“Hey hey, don’t cry on me now. Of course, I love you, you’re my daughter.” He smiled.
Summery: You and Sam had been dating a while and he had tried to work things out with you over and over but he couldn’t help wonder if you ever wanted to be with him which ended up turning into a fight, and it ends up with you breaking up with him.
Warnings: Heartache. Fighting. Tears. Cursing.
Beta: @pocketsizedsamwinchester
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Dean let you use baby for a case while he was getting over the flu. You and Sam went out on a lead Dean had found but the two of you had gotten into a real rough argument and you had enough. You don’t know why you did what you just did to him but you couldn’t come up with anything else to help. You guys have had chances going on with your relationship but neither of you knew if had gotten this bad. Your depression and anxiety have hit high records the past few months and had no control over your emotions. It was like your body was breaking down and your mind was screaming for a way out. You couldn’t take the pain anymore or the constant reminder that you were never going to be able to look into a mirror without wanting to put it not being able to look at yourself. The car ride was quiet as usual but Sam had enough of the distance and needed to understand why but you couldn’t explain well enough for him to truly understand.
Sam- “Y/N?”
Reader- “Yeah?”
Sam- “What’s wrong?”
Reader- “What do you mean?”
Sam- “You’ve not been yourself for months and every time I try to ask you or try to get you to open up yo–you just lock down and it’s almost as if you just shut completely down.”
Reader- “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Sam- “See! You do this every time I just want you to talk to me dammit!”
Reader- “This is personal. The way I am is because of a million reason I can’t explain to you Sam.”
Sam- “Well you need to explain something because this right here is unbearable.”
Reader- “Are you serious right now? I never question your actions or why you leave me out of things. You have secrets Sam I know you do! I never question you!”
Sam- “This is different Y/N these are your emotions and it’s always affecting us in the negative way. It’s getting so bad that we don’t even sleep in the same bed or even in the same room. I go to one room you go to the other, whether we’re studying for a case or just relaxing. We don’t kiss or hold hands. I miss you. Damn it Y/N I miss us.”
Reader- “You seriously want to know what my problem is?”
Sam- “I want to know what is going on with you yes. I care deeply about you.”
Reader- “Fine but you wanted this. Sam I hate everything about me. I hate my hair, my lips, my body, my personality, my depression, the anxiety, the way I walk, I just hate that I am alive. I go around saving people and I think that this is my way of changing who I am but in my eyes this is just a way of keeping myself going on. I don’t want to live. There isn’t anything anyone can do to help me Sammy heaven knows I’ve tried. I want this to end, I want my life to end. You deserve someone who is happy and who enjoys life and everything it has to offer. I’m nothing and God will tell you that. I grew up in this shitty ass life hunting the very things that parents tell to their children to get them to eat their food and behave. I hate that when I wake up every day hoping that this is the day I will let it get me. I hate feeling like there is no hope for me. You and Dean push on me that everything will be okay when it’s clearly not. You guys always say you’re there for me but yet why do I feel like I am so alone? Huh Sam? Why do I want to just push people away from me? Why am I this person?”
Sam- “Y/N, I had no idea you felt that way. I’m so sorry but everything will be okay, I promise I will–”
Reader- “What Sam what will you do? There’s nothing you can do! God why do I even bother trying to explain this to you.” You pull the Impala over to the side of the road and continue with tears falling from your face.
Reader- “I can’t do this anymore Sam I’ve tried everything. I even went to Crowley even he couldn’t do anything! These pieces of me and the pieces of you just don’t fit together like they use to. I can’t stop thinking that I am the reason for all the blood on my hands from hunts gone wrong. It was never my intention to hurt you. I don’t regret any of this time we’ve spent together and I think so highly of you. I just can’t do this anymore Sam. You may be thinking this isn’t fair to you and you’d be right, this isn’t fair to you. I’m so very sorry. You will never understand me or what I have been through. You have every right to hate me. I love you I do but I need to be away from this. All of this.”
Sam- “You honestly feel like this? Why the hell would you feel like this Y/N. We give you everything. I give you everything. I give you my clothes, my love, my respect, my appreciation. You need help and we can find it for you. Depression is hell. Cass and Dean have been there for you and I since the beginning. When you needed someone of needed help who’s been there for you? We have. You don’t have to hide or run away from us or yourself Y/N you’re beautiful. When you love someone you sacrifice things for them no matter the time, place, or situation. This was all so unexpected from you. Your paranoia is all in your head. I just want to make you happy. I love you.”
Reader- “Just stop!! I can’t do this. My mind is foggy I’m so confused and this world is so cruel. This world doesn’t need me, it would rather see me in a ditch or worse. I don’t need someone shoving pills down my throat to keep me under control. I need to get away and that isn’t with you. Don’t you know i’m not good for you? Once we’ve said our goodbyes just let me go.”
Sam- “Don’t do this.” Sam’s face shocked at the words coming out of your mouth.
Reader- “There’s no point to waste the blame, I should have known fresh dirt won’t wash old stains away Sam. In my psychotic self-defense I’m just wasting energy fighting with you about what you can’t see. I don’t know about tomorrow but tonight I’ve got to take the leave. I’ve got to let you and everyone go. Just let it be!” You begin to cry “Goodbye.”
You step out of the car and start walking away but Sam wasn’t having any of that. He gets out and chases after you. Tears streaming down your face and it began to rain. Sam had tears falling from his face as well.
Sam- “Don’t do this. I need you. You took my heart along time ago and you can’t just throw it on the ground and forget about it. You can’t forget about everything we’ve all been through. Cass and Dean won’t allow this.”
Reader- “Allow this? This is on me. Everything I am doing is from my own free will. Dean and Cass will have to just understand.”
Sam- “What like I’m supposed to?! Well I’m sorry I don’t understand. I don’t want to go into this life without you.”
Reader- “You don’t have a choice. I’m leaving and I don’t need anything to take with me. I want to start a new life. I want away from all this. I can’t take this pain anymore. If I go somewhere with a new name and new back story and a new state and city maybe I can finally end it all. All the pain that this life brings to me. If not i’ll end it another way.”
Sam- “Just come home we will get through this together as a family.”
Reader- “What family Sam you guys are all bad for each other! We are all in a toxic waste bin. How many times do we have to give up our life to help someone else? How many times do you and Dean have to die because you jumped in front of someone else fate? How much more do we have to sacrifice Sam? Because I can’t do it anymore. I’m out I’m done. I hate you, I hate Dean and I hate Cass! I hate it all!”
Sam- “You don’t hate us. Your reflecting and I understan–”
Reader- “Then understand this.”
You turn around and walk away. Sam being hurt by the words you had just said he froze in place until you had disappeared from his sight. Once you were gone he realized he should have stopped you but he also knew you needed time and that you didn’t mean any of the things you had told him.
Sam- “She’ll be back. She always comes back. She has to.”
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