Supernatural Fanfic 🐤

ASK BOX IS OPEN//Hello this blog is, as you can see, a blog dedicated to Supernatural fanfic. I write fics, fluff, and smut. Favorite pairing is either dean/ reader or Sam/reader. Other blog: littlebreadtickmoose. Also backinlimbo is the dean to my sammy. Go follow her.

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Wanna Try That Again?

Pairing: Dean x Reader Words:   622

-The reader isn’t sure of Dean’s feelings. She wants to know-

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, send me an ask.

         You glared at him from across the room. He was acting like he hadn’t done anything. Like everything was fine.

           And then he caught the look on your face and turned toward you, “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

           You stomped over to him, in the swarm of women who were trying to get his attention, “Dean Winchester, you are a complete ass!” you yelled, pulling your arm back, prepared to punch him in the face.

           Dean’s hand came up and grabbed your wrist, stopping the blow, “Wanna try that again, Sweetheart?” he asked.

           “I’m done,” you pulled free from his grasp and turned quickly, leaving the bar as fast as you could.

           “Y/N!” Dean called after you as you made your way to your car, “Y/N, what the hell is going on?”

           You pulled your keys out of your hoodie pocket and tried to get your car unlocked. You wanted away from him.

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Out Of Excuses

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam Words: 1059 Requested by Anonymous: Can I request a dean with reader where he’s jealous of when other guys hit on her so he comes up with excuses for just the two them to be together and eventually reader realizes what’s going on and it’s super fluffy?  I also used this for my one shot for @one-shots-supernatural‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge this week. The prompt was “Shut up. That was one time.” 

       You were sitting at the table in the library when you heard Dean and Sam walking toward you. You looked up just as they were walking into view.

           “Hi, Guys,” you smiled.

           “Hey, Y/N,” Sam said, “You wanna get outta here for a little bit. We thought we’d go to the bar and just get a couple drinks.”

           “That sounds like an amazing idea,” you nodded, “I’m tired of reading through these things anyway,” you said, motioning to all of the books on the table. You weren’t researching for a case. You were just trying to brush up on your lore so you could think of things on the fly if you needed to.

           “Great. Let’s go.”

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[emmzygrace]

COMWS SING ALONG

ALL SPN FANS SING ALONG!!!!

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOOOON!

@saxxxology @angel-of-smut @carryonwaywardguitarist @deanwinchestersmut @fanart-destiel @forarainy-day @fuck-struck-fangirl @green-circles @hunter-of-sorts @heyitsforestthings @ilostmyshoe-79 @jotink78 @kittenofdoomage @littlehobbit13 @live-on-the-fandom-side @nebulanoxx @oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot @sam-x-reader @sister-winchester-imagines @teamfreewillimagines @uniquelyobsessed @wetsammywinchester @winchesterfics @withoutaplease

[sam-x-reader]

THER'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOONNNEEEE

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Take Good Care of You

Summary: Reader needs to relax after a hunt. Sam helps.

Warning: Smutty smut, Daddy!kink

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: The first in a string of smutty one shots to celebrate the fact that I’m no longer sick! Enjoy!

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Update

Okay so a few things -Hey guys, so I'm so sorry for not being on here. I really am. I miss all y'all 😔. But I love the enthusiasm from all of you! -But I've decided to focus on my schoolwork so I won't be writing anything until school ends. I don't know when that is for most of you but I'll be back by June 14th. -And I really want to apologize for those that have sent requests and I haven't written them yet. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you! I appreciate your patience and again I am deeply sorry. -if you're still reading this umm hey..... How's life..... What's your favorite exotic fruit? No that wasn't the point of this paragraph 😂 umm if you want to request I'm still here but know that there is a wait because I still have to write the ones in my inbox. But I will take them!! THANK YOU ALL FOR FOLLOWING AND GIVING MY BLOG SOME LOVE. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH IF YOU EVER WANNA TALK ABOUT ANYTHING IM HERE JUST SEND ME A MESSAGE. THANK YOU GUYS REALLY

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Hey guys

Sorry I’ve been absent but please give my blog @ifonlyuknewthewholestory a little love please. You won't regret it 💙

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For Y'all Who Don't Know

Brendon Uries snapchat is patdbrendon. You're welcome

[goandsavemyunicorn]

Epi-pen (one shot)

Dean/reader

FLUFF, THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF I EVER FLUFFED

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[sam-x-reader]

I Got You

pairing: none

request: @king--moosers requested sister!reader where reader is depressed and cuts and sam an dean find out but sam is better with the situation.

warning: cutting, talks about depression and being bullied, death, suicide, language.

You run to the bathroom, slamming the door  locking it behind you. Hot tears are streaming down your face as you look down at the text you just received. 

Hey bitch, i bet your feeling a bit down today, but its your fault that hes dead.

It was the anniversary of your little brother, Adam’s, death. You decided to take him to the park just across the street from your house. You two were playing on the swings . You held hands while you swinging, Adam said it was more fun like that. You remember him squeling and laughing. You remember the cold air on your cheeks on the cold winters night. You remember looking away from your little brother for a second to look at the Christmas lights on all the houses. 

And then his hand slipped out of yours and he flew back, hitting his head on a rock. It killed him instantly. You were screaming for help but no one was at the park, because it was Christmas Eve and everyone was inside having dinner or spending time with their families. He was only 5 years old, you were 12 at the time. It happened 4 days before his birthday. He would be turning 10 this year.

But he’s not. Because you looked away for a second. You’d always blamed yourself. Soon after the accident your mother was too struck with grief and drove her car off a cliff. After that your father got drunk and disappeared, and was never seen again. 

Your two older brothers, Sam and Dean, took care of you. Sam made you go see a therapist. You stopped seeing her 3 weeks ago because you couldn't afford it.

The pain in your chest was unbearable, and you wanted it to stop. You walked over to the sink and grabbed the razor next to you. You pulled up your shirt and sank the blade into your skin just above your right hip. Wincing at the pain but you did it over and over and over until you went numb. 

A knock on the door made you jump, “(y/n), are you okay?” you tried to respond but your tongue wasn't working. Sam’s voice came again, much more worried this time, “(y/n) are you okay, you've been in there a while” your vision started to go blurry as you heard Sam try the door nob, seeing that it was locked. “I don’t know where you are but step away from the door.” And then Sam kicked the door down and saw you, bleeding and on the floor.

“(y/n)!!” Sam rushed to your side, tears running down his face. “No, no no no no no, hey look at me. You’re gonna be okay, it’s okay.”

You started to cry at your brothers tender words, “I’m so sorry, Sammy.” He pulled you into his arms and started rocking back and forth slowly. You looked up and saw Dean in the doorway, standing still as a statue, his face pale. “Dean-”

Dean cut you off suddenly, “Why- Why would you do something like this?” He sounded angry. Sam turned and moved toward Dean. 

“Dean, a word please? In the hall.” Sam quickly walked out into the hallway. You moved closer to the door to hear what was going on. You heard your brothers arguing. 

“I don’t see why she feels the need to-”

“God Dean don’t you see? She’s hurt, especially around this time of year.”

“But.... I mean you saw it too........she-she was hurting herself. Don’t be so naive and think this was her first time, I’ve seen other cuts on her. I thought they were just accidents, ya know, from hunting and stuff. But now....” Dean trailed off.

“Look i understand that you’re upset, but try to be a little more cautious around (y/n), She’s fragile, especially right now.” 

You heard Dean sigh and say he was going out for a beer. You shuffled away from the door, picking up your phone and reading the text one more time. 

“Hey,” a voice came behind you, “don’t look at that, it’s just a lowlife looking for trouble.” Sam said as he sat down next to you. He pulled a washcloth from one of the towel rungs and turned on the cold water of the bathtub. Getting the cloth wet he moved to your side dabbing softly. You sucked in air through your teeth and he apologized,

“No, why are you apologizing? I’m the one who is fucked up, it’s my fault that you’re doing this. It’s my fault that Dean is probably drinking himself blind.” your voice got softer as a tear rolled down your cheek. “And it’s my fault that Adam’s dead.”

Sam shook his head, “No, don’t you ever say that again. It is not your fault. It was a freak accident.”

“I looked away for a second, Sammy.” you looked him in the eyes, “I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

Sam sighed, “ when you were really little I used to watch you when mom was busy with things around the house. There was this one time that you were looking out the window, and you were playing with the blinds, trying to put them in your mouth.” He stopped and smiled. “ It was really cute. And I remember there was a really good T.V. show on and I stopped watching you to watch the show, and you fell. You busted your lip pretty bad and I felt so bad. I ran to mom crying and you know what she said to me?” 

“ what?”

“She said, ‘Sam, it’s okay, it was an accident. But accidents happen on purpose, so you can learn from them.’ “

You sniffed, resting your head on Sam's shoulder. “I miss mom.” 

“I know, I do too, and so does Dean.” He said as he bandaged you up, you yawned. “You should get some rest c’mon I’ll help you to your room.” He said, standing up and holding his hand out to help you up. You stood up, and then your knees gave out from under you.

Sam acted quickly and caught you, “Hey now! It’s okay I got you.” he helped you to your room and get under the covers. He sat down on the bed and you put your head in his lap. He played with your hair until you fell asleep,but before you did you heard Sam whisper, “I got you,”

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Don’t Wanna Be Apart

Characters: Jensen x Reader Words:  1051 Requested by: livsly11 Summary: Jensen has been away for a month. He and the reader are finally reunited.

          “I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” you laughed slightly, but were totally serious as you talked to your boyfriend on the phone.

           “I know, Baby. But I’ll be home soon,” Jensen said, “I promise. We’ll be together before you know it.”

           You sighed, “I miss you.”

           “I miss you too, Y/N,” Jensen said, “The guys are tired of hearing me talk about how much I miss you.”

           You giggled, “You’re adorable.”

           “Oh, thanks,” he teased, “I cannot wait to have you in my arms again. This is too long to be apart.”

           “At least I’m not the only one having a hard time with this,” you said, “I was afraid I was just being a total girl.”

           “Is that Y/N?” you heard Jared ask Jensen.

           “Yes, it’s Y/N,” Jensen told him.

           “Hi, Y/N!” Jared yelled.

           You laughed, “Hi, Jared.”

           “She says hi,” Jensen said.

           “He’s dying without you, Y/N,” Jared said, “This man can’t be away from you like this anymore.”

           “I’m dying too,” you said, feeling your chest tighten. A month was really too long to be apart from Jensen. It was the longest you had ever gone and it was really wearing on you to be away from him.

           “I know, Baby.”

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[sam-x-reader]

Sammy....

You woke up in the middle of the night tangled in Sams arms as per usual. You didn't really know why you woke up until you gagged and ran into the small bathroom down the hall. You almost made it to the toilet when you threw up on the floor. Defeated and light headed you sat down on the cold cement floor and cried softly. You were about to get up when a warm hand was placed on your forehead. Sams voice came in a whisper, "your head isn't warm but I'll get the thermometer just in case." You smiled weakly and stood to get a towel to clean up your mess. It's probably something you ate last night. Dean does bring home some sketchy Chinese food some nights. You think to yourself. Sam returns with the thermometer, you open your mouth so he can take your temperature. A few seconds later the thermometer beeps signaling that your temperature is normal. "Hmm" is all that Sam mutters before helping you off the floor and leading you back to the bedroom you share. The next morning you wake up late. You sit up and can smell the breakfast being made in the kitchen. You walk in to find Sam and Dean already sitting down, each with a giant plate stacked high with eggs bacon and toast. "Feelin okay?" Sam gave you sad eyes as he looked you over. You smiled before replying "yeah, starving actually." You walked into the kitchen and prepared a big plate, once you sat down you ate quickly. Halfway thought the amazing meal you stopped and stared at your plate, feeling sick. Sam noticed and touched your arm slightly, "y/n are you okay? You look a little green" you stood up and ran to the bathroom and closed the door. You faced to toilet and puked your guts out again. After a few minutes Sam came into the small bathroom and crouched next to you, rubbing circles in your back. "Hey maybe you should get some rest" You shook your head, standing up "actually I think I'm gonna go to the store, get some food and supplies." You said supplies instead of tampons I front of both of the Winchester boys. "Are you sure you don't want Dean to go?" You tried to reassure him, " yeah I think I need the fresh air." And with that you went to Dean to fetch the keys to the Impala. Walking through the food isles you grabbed some canned goods and plenty of ground beef for Dean to make burgers, grabbing a few pudding cups knowing they were deans guilty pleasure. After that you grabbed some boxes of pasta for you and Sam. Dean didn't really appreciate Italian foods. You strolled over to the tampon section looking for the best deal. Before deciding you stopped to think when your last period was, after a few minutes of thought you realized you were two weeks late. Which was odd, your body worked like a clock never skipping a day let alone two weeks. Then you thought back to the last time you and Sam had sex and your stomach dropped, three weeks ago. You pushed the cart a few feet down the isle and grabbed a few pregnancy tests and headed off to the checkout. You got home quickly and ushered yourself through the the boys and into the bathroom, saying that you didn't feel good. You pulled out one of the pregnancy tests with shaky hands. Ten minutes later you were staring at a plus sign in the small plastic opening. Pregnancy tests could be wrong, you thought to yourself, pulling out the second box. Ten more minutes past and another plus sign. You felt silent tears on your cheeks when the bathroom door opened. Sam walked in. "Is everything okay y/n?" You looked up warily "Sammy.... I'm pregnant" Sam looked at you with wide eyes. You were scared that he might faint when we got tears in his eyes, he whispered so quiet that only you could hear him, "I'm gonna be a dad?" His voice so soft and innocent like that of a child. You giggled now wiping the tears of relief from your eyes "yes Sammy and you're gonna be a great dad." • A/N : I wanna thank @sorry-theres-feels-in-my-eye for the request I had lots of fun writing it.

[yellowvcns]

Professor Novak is the biology teacher who always wears the same crooked tie and always has the same ruffled hair and deep morning voice. He's pretty quiet and gentle, but if you mistreat any of the animals in his room he'll be terrifying. His room is filled with plants and animals. He has ferns and ivy hanging from the ceiling and flowers on the lab desks. (1/?)

Even though he’ll never say it out loud, the bees are his favorite of the animals, he hates how people think of them as pests, and he sees how important they actually are. He always shows up to class holding an apple pie, missing one slice, in one hand, and his mug of coffee in the other. The mug says ‘save the bees’ and it has a honeycomb pattern. He’ll give the students a little pie sometimes, but then they get straight to work. (2/?)

His room always smells like a mix of honey and apple pie. It’s a calming environment, and some students like to stop by between classes, or work in his room during study period. He’s popular among the more shy students, or the ones with anxiety, as he’s very understanding with them. He’ll find a way to measure their class participation grade so that they aren’t marked off for being quiet, or being scared of speaking up in class. (3/?) 

Professor Winchester is almost the opposite. He’s very outgoing and loud, he makes lots of jokes in class, some funny, some not. Almost every girl, and even some boys, have had a crush on him at some point. He’s the engineering teacher, and he makes sure nobody slacks off in class. He’s not afraid to call people out on mistakes, or snap at the class jerk. He’s very fond of his ‘baby,’ his car. He was a mechanic before he was a teacher, and he likes to do a lot of hands-on classwork. (4/?)

Whereas Professor Novak would maybe play some quiet, calm guitar music during class, Dean would play Metallica or ACDC. He always showed up to class a little late as well, holding a plate with a slice of apple pie on it in his hand. Sometimes students would see Dean and Cas around campus, walking a bit closer together than most friends do, and allowing their hands to brush together without drawing away. (5/?) ((i think that’s 5 lmao i lost track))

Their gazes always lingered a little long during conversation, and they always stood very close. The students would make bets on how long it would be until one of them finally made a move, and who it would be. It was actually Castiel who did, in the second quarter of the school year. Dean walked into his room that day with a smile on his face, and blush staining his freckles cheeks. His usual plate of pie was in his hand, but it had a little note towards the side of the plate. (6/?)

The class put two and two together, and when the professor left the classroom to print another copy of a handout that he didn’t have enough of, one student walked to his desk and read the note. It said ‘Bee Mine?’ In neat cursive letters, and it had a small bumble bee drawn next to it. From then on, Castiel and Dean held hands when they walked around campus, as they hadn’t allowed themselves to before. Some students would still flirt with Dean, but Castiel didn’t mind. He knew Dean was his (7/7)

OH MY GOD THIS IS MY FUCKING FAVORITE. 

And imagine one day that these two idiots are making out in the janitor’s closet secretly after school, because they’re so fucking in love that frankly everyone can see it and they don’t want to hold anything back. Being smitten as they are, they forget the time, so when they finally walk out of the closet, lips bruised and cheeks red, both the classes that they were supposed to start teaching five minutes ago start cheering and wolf-whistling.

The most surprising thing? One of Castiel’s shyest students finally speaks up.

She tells Castiel to go get some.

[sam-x-reader]

Bathroom lovin'

Pairing: Sam/reader

Request: sorry-theres-feels-in-my-eye asked for Sam/reader where the reader is over 6 feet tall.

Warning: smut, language, sexting

Summary: Sam brings his girlfriend to the bunker to meet Dean, the girlfriend starts to sext Sam.

• “Dean!” Sam calls from the bunker door. “Hey, I brought company so I hope you have pants on.” Sam then heard some faint swearing, a sign that Dean didn’t have pants on.

Sam lead you down that status into the main room. You looked around for a while until you saw Dean sitting in the library on his laptop. You walked over to him in three quick strides. You cleared your throat.

Dean looked up from his laptop, his eyes widened and he had to stretch his neck back more to meet your eyes. “Oh,” he cleared his throat, “you um, you have to be- wh-who are you?” Dean clearly appalled that you were so tall.

“I’m y/n,” you say as if that’s enough explanation. His face hadn’t changed. “I’m sams girlfriend.” You explained. His eyes brightened.

“Ohhh.” Dean then turned to Sam. “so out of all the women you’ve met, you pick the human giraffe?”

Sam scowled at his brother. “Hey, pick on some own your own size.” You giggled and Dean looked back to you, and then to his laptop.

About an hour later Dean made burgers and you all decided to watch some football on tv. You and Sam snuggled on the couch and Dean took the recliner.

“These are amazing Dean,” you complemented. He gave you a full-mouthed smile in response. They really were amazing but you had hunger for something else. You quickly picked up your phone and sent a message to Sam.

*almost as amazing as you last night ;)*

Sams phone lit up and he shot you a confused look. You just smirked and glanced at his phone. He read the text and then shifted on the couch, clearly tuned on. He began to type.

*oh yeah? That was just the beginning. I can’t wait until I get you alone again so I can make you scream.*

You but your lip to hold back a moan. You didn’t want Dean to know what you two were onto. After about a minute you picked up your phone again and replied.

*id like that. But what about Dean?*

*Hes gonna go visit cas in Sacramento tomorrow. Then you’ll be all mine.*

You didn’t think you’d be able to wait that long. You got an idea, you got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom and took you phone with you.

You took off your shirt and your pants so you were in your bra and underwear. You took your phone posed, one hand down your panties teasing yourself. The next one you took off your bra and let your head fall back as you played with your breasts.

Not two minutes after you sent the pictures the bathroom door was on owning and Sam walked in and locked the door behind him. Before you knew it he had you pinned to the wall with his hands in your hair and one of his knees I between your legs. You leaned your head back and moaned. He broke the kiss and gave you a stern look.

“Quiet little girl or you won’t get your dessert.” In one swift motion Sam picked you up and sat you on the bathroom counter. He ducked his head and gave your breasts his attention. He licked and trade your nipple with his teeth.

He then hooked a finger in your underwear and yanked them off. He knelt down in between your legs and licked a stipe from your folds to your already dripping center. Sams tongue made you shiver with anticipation.

“Ready?” He whispered, you could feel his hot breath inbetween your legs. You gripped his hair in response. He began to pump two fingers inside you. Then he curled his fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Without warning he quickened his pace, pumping faster and harder. You squirmed and pulled at his hair. You could feel a burning in the pit of your stomach that was about to explode when Sam sucked your clit into his mouth. Boy did he know how to use his mouth. You bit back another moan. You felt like you were about to explode.

“Sam- I’m really close can I-” Sam cut you off.

“Wait. Just another minute princess.”

You wimpered as he began his marvelous work again. You bucked your hips and he took his free hand and held you down. Your breathing came short and fast when he somehow moved his hand faster. You were practically crying when he looked up at you and gave you the okay.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your vision when white as you came screaming his name your body shook and you leaned back against the mirror. Sam stood up and kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips. A knock at the door made you both jump.

“Sam?” Deans voice boomed from the other side of the door. “What the hell is taking you so long, I have to pee. And where’s y/n?”

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The Babysitter

Prompt: AU where Sam is a well-off business man and a single father, forced to hire a babysitter to watch his little boy due to his crazy work schedule. One night, as the reader is about to head home, Sam discovers there’s no money in the house and offers to settle his debt in another way.

Character: Sam x Reader Reader Gender: female Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: Language, smut, oral sex (receiving), rough/dom/dirty talking Sam (aka fUCK YES GIMME), orgasm denial, I really wouldn’t know what else.

A/N: Pretty unoriginal title, I know. But I hope I can make it alright by bringing you a version of Sam I really, really, really enjoyed writing. So all you Sam girls out there, I hope you enjoy him too. And don’t forget to leave me some feedback, people! :) special shoutout to yoursupernaturalsammygirl bc she’s just the cutest cutie on this planet ^^

(screencap credit goes to the owner!)

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[fic / request]  The Web She Weaves

Author: Semira Characters: Sam, Ruby Pairing/Genre: Sam/Ruby (in the sense of its canon portrayal), angst, emotional hurt, character analysis Word Count: 600+ Rating: T  Written for: the wonderful ilovethemoose​ who requested Sam’s thoughts after having sex with Ruby for the first time and the way he reconciled it with what he thought Dean would want him to do. Thanks for the fantastic prompt! I hope my interpretation of it is okay. Notes: A request fic as part of a thing I did to say thanks for 300 followers. You are all amazing! Thanks for putting up with me. <3 Warnings: Mentions of a willingness/desire to die that edges a bit close to suicide (in accordance with Ruby’s eventual realization that Sam was, in fact, more or less suicidal following Dean’s death), mentions of blood and death/graphic nightmares, non-graphic mentions of sex

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Her hands had been so warm. She’d cupped his face with her small fingers and and followed the lines of Sam’s body, her touch like that of a mother or lover, as if his planes and angles were worth memorizing, as if he was worthy of something beautiful.

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[deansurvived]

“What did you just say?”

Dean looked at Cas in shock. There was no way his best friend had just said-

“I don’t understand hickeys.”

They were sprawled out in Dean’s backyard under the shade of an enormous oak tree, just as they had spent most of the summer so far, and Dean could momentarily blame the heat on the fact that he clearly misunderstood. “Dude, you’re seventeen. How do you not know what a hickey is?”

“I know what it is, Dean, I just don’t understand the purpose.”

Dean shrugged.

“To mark someone as yours, I guess?” he settled on. “I mean, the entire time the person has that thing on their neck, people know they’re taken. And they don’t exactly feel bad when someone is giving you one either.”

“Oh,” Cas nodded, then added, “Can you show me?”

Dean knew it was a terrible idea. He’d had a crush on Cas since middle school, and this was going to do nothing to stop that. In fact, sucking a sensitive bruise onto Cas’s tanned and sweat-salt flavored skin was certainly only going to make it worse.

“Okay.”

Dean leaned in closer, chuckling when Cas watched him. He lifted his hand and gently pushed Cas’s head to the side, giving himself room.

“You got to move your head, nerd,” he laughed, and Cas hastily complied.

Cas’s neck stretched out before him, ligaments and soft skin bare and unblemished. Dean swallowed, licking his lips, and his eyes traced the lines, settling on the space below Cas’s jaw where he could see the steady thump of his pulse. He moved forward and licked the skin there, tasting the salty tang and something he recognized as the way Cas made his pillow smell on nights he slept over. Cas gave a small shiver, and Dean moved forward to seal his mouth around the pulse point and sucked softly.

Cas let out a tiny whoosh of air, and Dean felt Cas bare his neck even more as he sucked. Cas’s skin was soft and warm from the heat of the day, and Dean sucked until Cas gave a small whimpering sound. He added a light scrape of teeth, which caused Cas to clench his toes, and pulled back to check his handiwork.

There it was, a small oval shaped bruise blossoming on Cas’s skin. Dean stared at the pink and red mark and fought down a sense of possession. Cas was his best friend, but that was all. The thought left him with a sour taste in his mouth.

Cas grabbed his phone and turned on the camera to see the mark himself. A small grin passed his lips and he brushed his fingertips across the redness.

“There,” Dean said, aiming for nonchalant. “Now you understand.”

“Does this mean I’m yours until this fades?” Cas asked, putting the phone down to look at Dean, who suddenly found the temperature in the shade to have risen several degrees.

“Do you want it to?” Dean asked, and Cas nodded shyly. “Well, yeah. Yes. You, uh, you’re mine until that goes away.”

Cas reached his hand across the grass and lay it over top of Dean’s, then looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

“And after?”

“Still mine, Cas. And…and I’ll be yours.”

Cas beamed and Dean blushed.

“You understand what that means?” Cas moved closer and nudged Dean’s head to the side, speaking against the skin beneath his ear. “You’re going to need a hickey too.”

[sam-x-reader]

It's Called Pear

Castiel heard the impala roar in the driveway.

“Hey babe I’m home!” Deans voice rang from the front door. Castiel tried to clean up his mess before his husband came up the stairs. He failed, knocking over a can and making a huge noise.

“Cas?” Deans voice sounded slightly worried. Cas listened as he heard the hurried but still heavy footsteps up the stairs.

Dean ran into the room where the noise came from and instantly a smell hit him. Wet paint. He looked over to follow be his angel in the corner with a paintbrush in his hand and covered in the ugliest color he’s ever seen. It was somewhere in between puke green and banana yellow. Dean couldn’t help but smile at Cas, it was actually quite cute. “Cas, what the hell is this?”

Cas smiled. “Well I looked on the Internet for gender neutral colors and I like this one. It’s called pear.”

Dean smiled even more. “So why are you painting our spare bedroom this disgusting color?”

Cas seemed to furrow his eyebrows at Dean for calling this wonderful color disgusting. “Because,” he started, “this is going to be the babies room.”

Deans stomach filled with butterflies. “The babies?”

“Yes, Dean. I found a surrogate. She’s perfect, she has your smile, and beautiful blonde hair and-” Dean cut Cas off with a sweet kiss. “I love you so much.“ Cas smiled. “I know you do. I love you too.”

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