Squares Filled: Quote 15 @spnquotebingo // Sam x Reader @samcreationsbingo
Word Count: 2805
Warnings: I am not responsible for your social media experience. Pregnancy scare, tactless brother, sweet Sam, Mom friends
Credits: @padalelli for lighting the fire under my ass
A/N: I swear I am making progress with this series. I just don’t know if I’m going to keep it at 10 chapters or just let the story go for however long it needs. It’s honestly a bit of a struggle and I’m truthfully not 100% sure why.
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As soon as Mary called that dinner was served, you all made your way to the table, starving and mouths watering from the smell of the delicious lasagna she had cooked from scratch. You all sat around the table and passed the dish around. Once everyone had their food, the interrogation began.
“So, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you from Mary here but none of the basics. Where are you from?” John questioned.
Gosh, things took quite a turn, huh? I’m glad Y/N and Sam have such a supportive system. Also, their feelings for each other are pure. Can’t wait to see where this heads to.
Square filled for @spnquotebingo: Quote: (“I’m a sin eater.” – Blacklist)
Square filled for @spnmixedbingo: Angel
Pairing: MoC!Dean Winchester x Sineater!Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, language, blood, mentions of sins: (sexual abuse, cheating)
A/N: For my story sin-eaters are rogue angels who try to take sins away and help people. I imagined Pinhead from Hellraiser for the fallen sin-eater.
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“You look lonely, hunter,“ you coo, carefully stepping toward the infamous Dean Winchester. He sneers at your words but doesn’t turn around to even look at you. The hunter prefers to down the next drink and not pay attention to you.
You heard many stories about him, stuff for nightmares and to keep people awake at night. Still, you walk toward him with steady steps.
I’m a sucker for MOC!Dean! Damn, Y/N is a badass. I loved how she still managed to convince him to let her take one of his sins away. And his confession had my heart breaking.
Summary: Some say the feeling of love was like your stomach is full of butterflies,but why does it sting?
Paring:Crowley x Death!Reader
Warning: Death,Blood,Gore,Mutilation(hell hounds),till death do us part,angst,family drama,suprise ☆Fluff☆
Tagged: @spnquotebingo
Word Count: 2,770
Fergus was a simple man for the time he was birthed in where poverty was the only way of living if you weren't born into lordship. The year is 1696 he was thirty-five when when he made a deal with a demon that only lasted ten years before his soul was taken. The majority of those years he almost forgotten about said deal that was until he saw her. Her h/c stood out amongst the others even if it matched a few,her s/c smooth skin with a soft glow drew him in,but it seems she was always just out of reach. As Fergus was on his final year the mysterious women grew closer to him her details becoming more clear.
Her aura was breath taking and left those you noticed her in a frozen state of shock. It seemed only few noticed her beauty though as she moved swiftly in crowds as if a shadow in the dark of night. The more he saw of her the hallucinations started the fear and paranoia of snarls and barks in the night the feeling something unearthly hidden in the shadows watching him. The butterflies in his stomach when he saw her makes him choked up everytime he tries to get near, the more Fergus saw her the more the flying insects seems to attack his insides to the point of actually pain. The hounds took him in the night. Red eyed beast of hell ripped him to shreds ripping out his soul taking his life force. Through the bloody haze she stood there looking down at him her clothes a wine red with black accents. The colorless eyes filled in e/c like paint in water as she leaned down to his body the soft stare made him feel like he was suspended within the clouds as her hand, freezing to the touch, brushed his cheek and the sudden pain of it all rushed back to the brunette man as his body tensed up. Her angelic face was right above his bloodied one. "We'll meet again,Fergus." The words were so faint as she leaned down placing a kiss on his lips taking his final breath away. Fergus MacLeod died at forty-five thought to be sacrificed by believers of the dark arts during the witch trails.
Dammed to hell was his eternal punishment it wasn't until almost twelve thousand years in the fiery depths before the corruption of his soul was enough to be promoted to a crossroads demon. The year was 1806 when he first got to feel the dirt of the earth beneath his feet he turned to look at the unfortunate soul that became his first contract. "I want riches that will make the queen herself envious." The women hissed and Crowley leaned back to stir clear for the venom she spewd towards his face. He wanted this deal wrapped up quickly if it ment he left her presence at once. "You have a deal. Let's seal it with a kiss shall we?" They leaned towards eachother and the moment their lips touched it was like something else witnessed them. Someone who sent shivers down his spin like the first chill of winter creeping up as the last leaf has fallen.
Pulling away first his eyes caught the h/c in a proper bun and her dress was of prestige elegance of silk f/c and patterns of gold. Her lips were painted a deep color that complimented her so well. She was just as breath taking as she was when he last layed his sights upon her. Crowley almost cried out in a fit of frustration as the hag left taking along the woman he yearned for since her lips met his. That was only his first deal,but he come to notice she was there for every single one the tingle making his skin feel numb and there she was far from his and the desperate souls touch. After every ten years now the king of hell he watched as the hellhounds bounded towards the maker of the deals and he saw how she was incredibly close to them until she finally touches them on the head or check as the expel their last breath. It was 1979 when she stayed not leaving the body the moment after it's passing she sat on the ground giving a faint whistle. "Who are you? You aren't a reaper or a demon as far as I know." The Scottish demon asked as she gently petted the young pups Juliette and Roman. Her attire has always changed with the ages this decade she wore a skirt right above the knees a solid f/c and a f/c and white striped polo. "I'm something far older then any reaper or demon,Fergus." She hummed not caring for the weight of the two hounds heads on her lap. "Why now after all these years are you speaking to me again?"
Her lifeless e/c eyes looked up into his brown one's as she sighed. "The time has come for the sword of Michael to be sheathed in the soil of a soon to be battle ground of the long awaited spat between heaven and hell." She said feeling the life of the sword due within the month. "You're a angel." Crowley said in shock those winged assholes never left heaven and if they did they were not to be seen. "I was once a angel...but I left my home long ago."
~~~~Flashback Creation~~~~
Five archangels were made by the hands of God birthed from supernovas themselves to make a light so powerful all except one. This child filled a greater purpose then her brothers one that only she could burden making her grace from the black holes and the vast infinity of the unknown he made Y/n. For eons they five siblings grew up and lived within the paradise which was heaven watch as new siblings were made every day. It wasn't until God created man that he knew the youngest archangels true purpose would come into play.
Adam and Eve never grew old in age,but when they disobeyed God and bit from the forbidden fruit of knowledge they were punished and after Eve birthed her sons was Y/n told of what she must do. Cain and Able fought often,but it was nothing like this so aggressive filled with dangerous attacks that's when the archangel stood close by gazing between them taking a deep breath she stepped closes to Able standing behind him as his brother picked up a rock and began to beat his brother. As the life fled his eyes she grabbed his hand as his last breath hissed out. The first death taking his soul to heaven she was stopped at the gates with his soul in hand. "What is the meaning of this father?" She asked and the all father sighed. "He also attempted to kill Cain and with that he must go to hell,dove." This was the first time hell was mentioned after luciferd fall. She nodded her head and dive bombed down he wings breaking the surface taking her to the pits of fire,her brothers prison. Her three sets of gray wings sinnged at the heat tips of most of her feathers blacking while only some still held burning embers. She wanted to cry,but after she left the soul to his punishment she tried to go back to heaven.
"My child you hold within you the grace of heaven whilst you wings carry the embodiment of hell. You mustn't be allowed in either place your job now lies in between both. Until one domain rains you will not belong to either." With those words the heartbreak of loosing her home created a plain unlike any other her pain making the afterlife of monsters from her darkness. Her lost love created the second supernatural monster. Leviathans were birthed from her tragedy. She is the mother of monsters the Angel of Death.
~~~~Flashback End~~~~
"...and I refuse to be involved in that family dispute. I have one job now, take and deliver souls to the gates upstairs or the flames below." Y/n said as she stopped the petting allowing the hellhounds to leave her hold. The demon doesn't understand everyone feared death,but he was so drawn to her even before his passing. She chuckled and Crowley frowned confused. "I can hear every thought you have of me,Fergus." The Scotsmans face flushed red. "Maybe you were one of my favorite souls...maybe someday you'll realize what you're feeling and I might return that feeling. Until then Mr.MacLeod." With his name left her mouth in almost a whisper as she disappeared. So much was happening that the demon could barely process its been almost three hundred years since she he last heard her voice and when he does it's to tell him about the unknown. Crowley didn't know what she meant about his feelings. Although it was peculiar no one wished to be in deaths precise longing for her touch and cold lips to steal their life away.
Four years past til he finally spoke with her again . The birth of Lucifer's vessel and the the darkening of his soul with the blood of a demon. Crowley watched as she stood outside of the burning house the eyes of the oldest Winchester staring through her with lose and hatred. She walked to the remaining Winchester’s her movement smooth as if she wasn't taking steps,but floating. She brushed the small tuffs of hair from the infants forhead and wiped the tears from the child's face. Y/n almost wanted to weep for them she can see every death they'd experience weather it be their own or those they love dying before them. She smiled as them she saw their souls or more what they're souls will become they were just like her brothers,but with a sigh she stepped back the Winchester brothers will grow to hate her like everyone...everyone except one whiskey drinking demon.
"Well hello love." They sat togther in a bar one seat between them as he drunk from a glass while she played with the rim of her's. "Why hello there. What do I owe the pleasure?" She hummed still playing with her mug if ale. "Just thought we could get some alone time since this is one of the few times I see you without a deal involved. I am off the clock after all." He chuckled,but a victorious smile overtook his face as she gave off a soft laugh as well. "Well,darling I a very busy angel. Souls to reap and reapers under my thumb. Never time to rest." She gave a false pout.Crowley was about to say something when a extremely drunk man ran into the counter space between them spouting drunk nonsense. "Just oonnnnee more driiink, daaave. I g*hick* got the cash!~" His words dragged as the king of hell looked at him disgusted about to kill him when the h/c angel lifted her hand motioning for him to stop. She slid the drink she was playing with infront of him just as the bartender sat the same think down it fazing togther as one. "This is you last drink. Then I'm kicking you out." The bartender,Dave, grumbled before walking away the drunk took the mug drank in big gulps. Crowley looked into her lifeless e/c eyes with confusion as the man finished the drink. He stumbled away from the bar top before falling forward his body lurching as he puked in a puddle under him his face submerged in it as he chocked himself with his own vomit. "Death or should I say myself? I always make my course. You killing him would have deprived him of his punishment his...gluttony." She huffed as she reached over towards Crowley swipping his drink finishing it off even though the brown liquid turned to ash on her tounge.
Crowley gazed never faltered from her face. "I think after four years I know what I'm feeling for you. It's love isn't it? No matter how much time has pasted us I long to be with you to feel your touch upon me." He reached out to grab her hand,but a force stopped him. "I'd kill you,Fergus. I'm going to apologize for it now. I'm sorry that you fell for me,but I'm not sorry I fell for you. Though we can't be together. I'm death and until you take your final leave from this earth we can't be together." Y/n's eyes were filled with sorrow as she knew it would be long before they can be together since he's a demon in hell a place she can't enter their only interaction is limited to earth. "We love eachother we've just come to terms with that why can't you just take me sooner then expected,love? Isn't there a why I can be more reckless" She shook her head with a sigh. "It not like the movies nothing with change when you will die and your time in long ways from here. It's truly disheartening when two people love each other and can't make that work...that's a real tragedy." Standing from her stool walking over the man's body that was being treated by emt she stopped in the doorway to look at him this was probably breaking some rule her father had in place. "I suggest you stick close to those Winchester’s they often attract trouble...I won't be far when they're involved." With that she was gone. She didn't tell him that with time being involved with them will kill him,but it was setting him on their course.
Y/n looked at Kelly she was a nice woman and the angel could feel the life in her stomach she brushed her hand on the surface of the tight bulging skin. Feeling the energy her nephew held he kicked as he felt hers in return. The years have been eventful to say the least the archangel was far more busy now that she no longer had her three of her four horsemen now dawning all of the rings since she just didn't trust Billy with the death one yet. She's been watch from the sidelines seeing her brothers torment the Winchester’s as she sat in the distance unable to face them until it was their time. Y/n didn't shed a tear when Lucifer stabbed Gabriel because nothing could hide from death not even her trickster older brother. The Winchester’s have seen her often having died more then once. Then finally the only thing on her mind she thinks about on a daily Crowley today was the day and she was waiting for him. Removing her hand from the pregnant woman's stomach she frowned at what she was about to do,but birthing a nephilim was sure to kill her. The little one in her absorbing in these last few weeks the remainder of her soul leaving her weak. Y/n reached forward and dug her hand into her the woman howled in pain as a painful contraction worse then the others riooled though her body. Starting the process of killing the mother while the child was inside was always difficult especially if the unborn were to live.
The Winchester’s are outside fighting with Lucifer and the h/c archangel appears their seeing the fight Crowly doing a ritual to close the rift. He faces the blonde angel admiring that he would lose,but he will enjoy wiping that smug smile. Y/n appears next to him her hand encasing his over the handle of the blade knowing this would be the think to kill him as they both drive the angel blade into him a smile over coming his face as he looked into those eyes he loved. He died in a sacrifice way to lock up Lucifer not how he saw himself going out as his chest deflated and his body went lack a kiss was press to his lips in a chast kiss.
The woods were dark and almost lifeless,but with the howls and sounds of horror said otherwise. This was the place that held within it monsters. "Hello,darling.Welcome to purgatory. " He turned around and there she was. Her s/c seeming to glow in a soft light that didn't really come from any direction. With slow strids she walked closer to him and without hesitating she pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss filled with want. Crowley was sure that if it could it would kill him again with how it felt,but high off of the feeling her pushed back with equal enthusiasm. Their lives were filled with nothing,but blood,death,and danger. Even with all of the sins of hell and the grief of death...The found Love Among Tragedies.
Square filled: 4 ( @spnquotebingo) // Family Pet ( @spnfluffbingo) // Miracle ( @winchesterandbeyondbingo) // Sam & Eileen ( @samcreationsbingo)
Warnings: 18 +, Thar be smut, DEAD PIGEON DO NOT EAT, needy closet sex, cute Winchesters, DOG, Did I mention SMUT? Yeah, if you’re under 18 don’t click that bar.
Word Count: 2465
Credits: @padalelli for being the rock I lean on.
A/N: I told you guys I had renewed inspiration, right? I may have scared one or two people when I mentioned one of the parts I was working on but I think it worked out for the best! We meet Sam’s parents and his other brother. Cas is back, we find out more about Sam’s past, and we get kinky in a hospital.
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Part 2 of What’s Worse Then Tuesday? Plz read pt.1
𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖑𝖞
Her skin was pale scars littered her body, but the cause for the lack of completion were the vertical cuts from her wrist to the nook of her elbow one arm was over the edge of the tub while the other turned the cold water a red dark enough the only thing seen was a outline of her body. His scream was earth shattering as if he has never seen her die before, but he doesn’t get another chance like before he can’t beg the trickster to be merciful and allow her to live to go back exactly to the Wednesday before save them both. Sam would give anything to go back to Tuesday, because this was so much worse.
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Square filled for @spnmixedbingo Main character death
Summary: Life without Dean is not the same.
Ship: former Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
Rating: Mature
Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of character’s death, grief, sadness, hopelessness, loss of a loved one, hurt & comfort (a hint), character’s death, blood, a hint of suicidal tendency, fluff
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A/N: Story is written in the reader’s PoV as she’s talking to Dean.
Sequel to Happy birthday, my beloved
Written in reader’s PoV
You know what they say – The brave are always the first to die.
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@spnquotebingo square filled: "Thanks for the lesson... but I don't need you to tell me who I am."
Warnings: none
Pairing: Castiel/Sam (can also be read as Gen)
Word Count: 1589
Castiel always loved books. He read non-stop as a child, frequently getting in trouble for reading in class instead of listening to the teacher’s lecturing. So it was no surprise to any of his family members when Castiel got his degree in English Literature with a minor in creative writing. Castiel worked as an English professor for several years as he wrote his first books under the pen name Jack Lafitte.He couldn’t believe the first time one of his books was published. Castiel had always had a low self esteem and it seemed unlikely to him that he would ever create a novel that people would actually pay money to read. Throughout the years, he became quite the accomplished author, with several series published, many of the books ending up on the best-seller’s list. Whenever Castiel was feeling low on self-worth, he would take a trip to a bookstore and look at the displays that held his books. It quelled his anxiety and helped to boost his confidence in himself.
That was where he found himself one cloudy afternoon. The week had been extremely stressful and he was feeling quite down about himself. As he entered the cozy shop, he took in a deep breath. The smell of books always helped to relax him. As he meandered to the fiction section toward the L’s he found that an extremely tall man with shoulder length chestnut hair was stocking his books. Castiel had come to the bookstore a few times and had seen the man every time he came in. He was about to turn around and leave the bookstore before the man could spot him, but he was too late.
“Good afternoon! Can I help you find something?”
“Oh no, thank you.. I-I’m just browsing”
“No worries, I’ll be out of the way shortly.” The large man turned back to stocking the books before pausing and turning back to Castiel. “Could I offer you some recommendations?”
“Um, sure I guess.” Castiel said hesitantly. All he wanted to do was look at his books on the shelf, take a deep breath and go home to write the next chapter of his latest novel. But the handsome man wanted to talk to him and Cas couldn’t say no. He’d been lusting over the man from a distance ever since he moved to the town a few months prior.
“Awesome! Have you ever heard of an author named Jack Lafitte?”
Castiel couldn’t help but release a small huff of laughter. The man was trying to suggest his own books to him.
“I know,” the giant chuckled, “ Who hasn’t? Well, have you ever read any of his books, or just heard of him?”
“I’ve read them all actually,” Castiel admitted.
“He’s amazing right?”
“Oh. Yeah. H-he’s pretty good.”
“Pretty good? The man is a genius. Everything of his I’ve ever consumed I’ve loved. And it’s not just me, he has a huge following. There are even people that love his work so much they write fanfiction about his stories.”
“They do?”
“Oh yeah! It’s too bad the man seems like a pretentious asshole.”
“I’m sorry?” Castiel asks, shocked at the insulting words. Well there went his attraction for the man. That was unfortunate.
“I mean I’ve never met the man, but that’s part of the problem. He doesn’t ever do any events. No Q&A panels, not signings, nothing. The only authors that don’t do any of that are all high and mighty. I can’t help but assume that he’s the same way.”
Finally, Catiel cannot bear to hear how awful of a person he is. “Thanks for the lesson… but I don’t need you to tell me who I am.”
The man’s gorgeously tan face blanches as he processes what Castiel said.
“Y-you’re Jack Lafitte?”
“I am. And I don't want to hang out here and listen to you call me an asshole.”
“I am so sorry, that was extremely rude of me. I shouldn’t have said any of that. You’re my favorite author and I’ve always wanted to meet you, but you never do any events, so I said bitter words to make myself feel better. That’s not cool.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you!” Upon seeing Castiel's hesitance, he scrambles “Please! This is my last task and then I can close up the shop. There’s an amazing coffee shop just down the street. And they have booze if you need something a little stronger. My treat.”
Castiel sighs, but decides to take the man up on his offer. He genuinely seems apologetic and at the very least he’ll get some free caffeine in him so he can actually focus on writing his chapter later. “Ok, fine. But can I at least know your name? I’m not too keen on leaving with a stranger whose name I don’t even know.”
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. It’s Sam, Sam Winchester.”
“Sam.” Cas repeats.
“Yeah. Alright, let me grab my keys and coat. I’ll lock up and we can walk to the shop. It’s only a few blocks from here.”
“Okay” Castiel says. He wanders towards the front door of the shop while Sam grabs his required items. When he makes it to the front, he holds the door for Castiel before locking up behind them. Sam leads the way, heading north.
I really am sorry.” Sam says again. “I feel like a truly terrible person. Especially since I really do love your books. Then to turn around and say such horrible things.”
Castiel doesn’t know how to respond and simply makes a noncommittal sound. Sam grimaces, and keeps walking, mentally berating himself. When they arrive at the shop a few minutes later, Sam once again holds the door open for Castiel. He greets the friendly red-headed barista behind the counter before turning to Castiel.
“What would you like? Just about everything here is amazing.”
“Just about?” Castiel asks wryly.
Sam blushes a little and Castiel enjoys the flush it brings to the man’s face. Sam rubs a hand behind his neck.
“I’m not a fan of the chocolate they use for the mochas, it’s a little too dark and bitter for my tastes. I like my coffee to be sweet and creamy.” He admits.
Castiel smiles a little and looks up at the menu. He can’t help but get excited when he sees a honey-vanilla latte. Honey is another one of Castiel’s obsessions. He even started keeping bees shortly after moving so he could have his own fresh, unfiltered honey.
“I’d like to try the honey-vanilla latte.” He says to the barista.
“You got it!” She says, voice chipper. “And for you Sam?”
“English Toffee breve, please.”
“Sure thing guys. Go find a cozy corner and I’ll bring them out to you once they’re ready.”
“Thanks Charlie.” Sam says. He stuffs a few bills into the tip jar before turning back to Castiel. “Where would you like to sit?” He asks.
“Anywhere is fine.”
Sam nods and heads towards his favorite table in the joint. It sits in the corner so he can see the entire room, but it’s also next to the front windows allowing him to people-watch from the comfort of the quaint cafe. Sam sits and gestures for Castiel to join him. Once Castiel is seated, Sam starts his apologies once again.
“Again, I’m so sorry for what I said back at the bookshop. It was rude. Can we start over? You seem like a really cool person and I’d love to get to know you. The real you, not the asshole I perceived you as.”
Castiel was beginning to like the man. He didn’t want to hear any more apologies from him, it was making it awkward, but he was also interested in getting to know him. So they sat in the coffee shop for several more hours getting to know one another. Topics ranged from other novels and authors they enjoyed, places they'd traveled to and lived in, whether or not Star Wars was better than Star Trek, amongst various other random topics.
“I can’t believe you haven’t seen the Harry Potter movies!” Sam exclaimed. “They definitely aren’t better than the books, obviously, but they still must be seen. We’ll have to remedy that.”
“Well it will have to be another day, unfortunately.” Cas replied. “I must get going. I have three chapters that need be written this week or my editor will have a stroke.”
“Oh! Of course, I’m so sorry for keeping you.”
“It’s no trouble, Sam. I’ve been enjoying our conversation.”
“I’m glad, especially since I came across like an asshole at first.”
Castiel chuckled, but did not disagree. He pulled out a pad of sticky notes from his bag, something he never traveled without (what if an idea struck him while he was out and about?!). He wrote his number on it as well as his name. His real name.
“Castiel?” Sam asked with confusion.
“That’s my name. Jack Lafitte is simply a pen name.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you Cas. Can I call you Cas?”
“If you’d like, sure. Just make sure you call me.” Cas winked at Sam before he turned and walked out the door. A soft smile gracing his face. Cas was happy he’d gone with the man to get coffee. He had made a new friend who could possibly even turn into more than a friend. The smile stayed on Castiel’s face his entire walk home.
Warnings: Fluff. A whole lot of it. Pre-smut, fucking up dinner,
A/N: Our girl finally gets her head out of her butt and agrees to that second date with Sam! She plans it all and meets Bela and Dean via Video chat! - Chapter 6 is up on Patreon already!
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Square Filled for @spnabobingo: Leather/Anise/Gunpowder
Square Filled for @spnquotebingo: Quote: (“If I have to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.” - The Witcher)
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Pairing: Alpha!(Endverse) Dean Winchester x Alpha!(fem) Reader
Characters: Sam Winchester, Endverse!Castiel, Rufus Turner
Warnings: angst, language, violence, a hint of blood, a/b/o, a/b/o territorial behaviour, fighting, scenting, mentions of groping, mentions of sex, Dean is a confused alpha, he’s into the reader even though she’s an alpha, mentions of drugs/group sex (no description and it’s Endverse!Cas)
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Square Filled for @spnquotebingo: ( “I could tell the police what happened. That it was an accident.” “You stabbed your wife in the neck with a screwdriver. Tried to bring her back from the dead, and then buried her body. That ain’t an accident, (name). That sounds like a crazy person who killed his wife.” - DATT
Kink: Spectrophilia
Pairing: Ghost?Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena
Warnings: language, mentions of accidents, mentions of cheating, masturbation, sex toys, fingering, oral (fem rec), ghost lover trope, mentions of coma
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,8 k
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“Your references are the best,” the real-estate agent says while you have a look around the house. Once upon a time, it was a cozy home and a place to have a peaceful and quiet life. “It’s a pretty little house, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” you admire the restored fireplace and the old but cozy armchair in front of it. “It seems like someone put a lot of effort and love into this place but upped and left afterward. Why’s that?”
“Oh, it’s a sad story miss,” she says. “The owner, he bought the house for his fiancé and renovated it with his own hands. Sadly, he got into an accident before they could move in. Poor man, she married not a year later; a different guy, of course.”
Summary: You and your alien lover live the apple pie life and try to help his family adapt to life on Earth.
Square filled for @spnquotebingo: (“We came here to lose ourselves and find adventure.” - Emily in Paris)
Word Count: 2,5k
Pairing: Alien!Dean Winchester x human!Reader; Alien!Sam Winchester x human!Ruby
Characters: OFC Dean jr., OFC Lilly Mary, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of sex, Dean is a cocky bastard, daddy!Dean, general cuteness, light/implied smut, domestic Dean, sex noises, fingering (tentacle in v), fluff
A/N: Y/A/N = Your aunt’s name
A/N2: So, I wrote the third part. *giggles nervously*
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<< Part 2
“Oh yeah, look at you my beautiful Baby,” Dean hums to himself. He’s working on the old car he found on the internet. Tentacles working in sync. While two check on the tires, three others take care of the engine.
“Look at my sexy husband working his Baby,” you slowly walk into the garage, whimper when Dean wipes grease off his cheek with one of his tentacles. “Do you think you can save the old car?”
“I called her Baby,” slinging one tentacle around your waistline he carefully brings you into his arms. You squeal, giggling when he pecks your lips, a big grin plastered on his face. “Do you know how your people call this car?”
“Uh—a Chevy I think,” you shrug, not knowing much about cars, especially classic cars. “I mean, it’s older than me, so I got no clue which model you got.”
“Impala, sweetheart,” he smiles, looking down at you. “It’s a 1967er Chevy Impala, Y/N. Can you believe they named a car after us?”
Summary:What’s worse then watching your brother die on repeat? Your baby sister following shortly after in a worse way.
Paring: None. Sister!Reader. Minor= Gabriel x Reader (just petnames)
Warings!!!: Blood,Gore, Graphic Description of Death(Murder,Suicide tw!!,Suffocation, electrocution,ect.),after first go mainly Sam POV (poor sammy),Reader remembers the pain(that sucks),Mystery Spot rewrite
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“The heat of the moment!” Sam groaned at the song as it echoed in the small room. The sound of the shower was drowned out by the not yet snoozed alarm. Creaking open his eyes Dean looked to fucking excited for his taste. His brother sat there with a grin on his face tying his shoes. “Rise and shine,Sammy!” They radio clock played on now Sam realizes Dean was the one you probably set it the night before. “Dude,Asia?” He asked sitting up the shower shortly stops as the blonde responds. “Come on. You love this song and you know it.” He smirked as he stood up walking to the radio. “Dean if you play that song one more time I’m killing you then myself!” A shout came from the bathroom as the youngest Winchester stepped out still drying her hair with a towel almost completely dressed. “What? Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” Dean said as he turned the volume up a damp towel meeting the back of his head making Sammy laugh. What a great start to the day.
Squares Filled: Road Trip TMAS // Road Trip @acrosstheuniversebingo // Highway Rest Stop @anyfandomgoesbingo // Quote 19 @spnquotebingo
Word Count: 2488
Warnings: I am not responsible for your social media consumption. Language, pining, idiots being idiots, surprise at the end because cliffhangers are how I do.
Credits: Unbeta’d. Thanks to my husband for being patient with me.
A/N: Please don’t be mad at me. This is going to turn out so, so, so well, I promise. I was thinking we’d only have 2 chapters left but LOL I’m writing chapter 20 as we speak.
Discography || Main Masterlist || Series Playlist
You were thankful the next morning when you woke up with no nightmare. You weren’t sure if it had something to do with sharing a room with Bri or if it was because you had one earlier that day. You helped the crew get everything packed and loaded for the next stop before boarding the bus to take you to Rochester.
Squares Filled: Quote 21 @spnquotebingo // Always There - @badbitchesbingo
Word Count: 2660
Warnings: I am not responsible for your social media consumption. TW: panic attack, language, TW: PTSS Symptoms, slowest of burns
Credits: @padalelli for everything again. And especially for her exaggerated “ooookay” that let me know something was off with the first draft. :)
A/N: I can’t even tell you when they’ll get together at this point because they’re being resistant dumbasses. But I can tell you that when they do get together, it’s gonna be sex like rabbits. All the smuts. As you can see by the warnings, we are still handling some of the psychological aspects of the Jordy situation.
Aw, this was so sweet. I’m so happy she accepted his apology. And Corey is so caring. That whole thing at the end has me feeling terrible for her. I’m glad she had Bri and Jared to help her.
