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Damn Good Dad

Everyone’s hitting milestones lately! I’m so proud of my buds! I’ve decided to do a thing, lets see if I can keep up with it. Whenever I see someone hitting a milestone, (1k recently) I will write them a random drabble, just for fun! This one is for @becs-bunker who is super sweet and spectacular! Hope you like it girly! You’re awesomesauce with a side of fries and I love you so much!

“Daddy!”

Dean was in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch as you prepared dinner in the slow cooker, your four year old son yelled at the top of his lungs and ran in to see him.

“Daddy daddy daddy!” The child yelled excitedly, throwing himself at Deans bowlegs.

“What, what, what?” He asked, looking down at him, setting the knife down on the counter and getting on his knee so he was at eye level with your son.

“What’s up?” He asked the four year old,

“You!” your son responded, giggling.

“I’m up? I dunno, I mean, it looks like I’m down,” Dean responded, “Y/N what do you think?”

You shook your head, “Oh I don’t think anything, carry on.” You smirked, staying out of it and simply enjoying listening to the conversational bonding between your two favorite guys.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Party pooper.” He said to you, earning another loud laugh from your child,

“Pooper!” he giggled, his face bright red as he laughed,

“Did you want something kiddo?” Dean asked the boy, his soft eyes matched yours, the little boy had two things from you, and that was his eyes and his smile. Dean absolutely loved it, you just thought it was cute.

“Can we go to the park?” He asked sheepishly. Dean pursed his lips as he studied the boy, a smirk finally etching onto his face.

“I’ll tell you what, you eat lunch, everything we put on your plate, and I will take you to the park later on okay?” Dean said, the child nodded at his father and grinned,

“Will that be all?” Dean said with a british accent, earning another wide smile and giggle from his son, who nodded.

“Okay, go pester your uncle Sam okay?” Dean pursed his lips, smiling softly.

The little boy laughed, attacked his father in a hug before running away. Dean got back up to his feet and smiled as you turned to look at him, a grin plastered on your face, so wide you couldn’t rid yourself of it if you tried.

“What?” he asked,

“Thank you.” you said softly.

“For?”

“You’re an incredible father, I’ve never been happier than I am with you, with our boy. He loves you so much.”

Dean grinned,

“I love him too,” He responded, walking around to you, “And I love you.”

You smirked slightly, “Really? I had no idea.”

“Hmm, mhm.” Dean smirked, holding you against his chest and pressing his lips to yours quickly, “You were saying?” He asked as he pulled away,

You just shrugged, “I forgot… kiss me again, maybe it’ll jog my memory.” You smiled,

Dean’s lips pressed to yours yet again.

You loved this beautiful family.

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Whiskey Wednesdays (belated)

I'm so so so soooooo sorry for not getting this out to ya'll until motherfucking SATURDAY. Personal life has been pretty crazy, I'll post about it later. BUT HERE IT IS...

Hey there sweetheart! If you want to follow along week to week just watch out for #gimme a glass of that and #whiskey wednesdays (because Wednesday is my bunker day)

If we’re not mutuals (or even if we are) and you want me to read something, please please please tag me!

P.S. If you write for another fandom, let me know!!! I do have the potential to recommend fics on other days.

Awards are listed in classic Supernatural quotes. They’ll make sense as time goes on, but for now here’s a key: Best Fluff: Time heals all wounds, especially good times. Best Angst: No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with Best Smut: I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples Best AU: We make our own future Series of the Week: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too

Best Fluff: Time heals all wounds, especially good times. This week’s best fluff belongs to Rewriting History by @becs-bunker. The reader is sassy af, and I relate all too well to how she acts when tipsy. Bec captures Dean’s teasing older brother reaction to all things Sammy. It’s all around super cute- seriously, go read it. Warnings: flirting, fluff, mentions of blood and a hunt, alcohol consumption, embarrassment, tipsy!reader, making out with Sammy [interrupted] Snippet: “God, is this flirting gonna go on all day?” Dean groaned. “We got work to do.” You huffed a laugh. “Relax, Dean-o. Some of us can keep it in our pants,” you quipped, ducking under the police tape and heading for the house to check out the scene.  

Best Angst: No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with This week’s angst kween is @becaamm with her series Dive. I have been hooked on this series since the prologue. Every part that comes out breaks my heart a little more, and yet I have to keep reading and find out more. Reader is very relatable, which makes this series even more heart wrenching. I can’t wait to see how this turns out. PLEASE TELL ME THE BOYS FIND OUT SOON?? Warnings: Angst, abortion talk, alcohol consumption, a lot of cursing.  Snippet: “I’m gonna get…” he motioned but you interrupted what h had to say.“No!” you said loudly. “You can’t tell Sam and Dean, Cas.”The angel frowned, confused.“What do you mean?”“I mean that you’re gonna keep it a secret,” you managed to get on your feet. “You can’t tell anyone, Cas. You can’t tell Dean, you can’t tell Sam and you can’t even think of letting anyone in the world know about it.”

Best Smut: I’d like to think it’s because of my perky nipples Sinner of the Week goes to @impala-dreamer and Sorry I Woke You. I know I usually don’t rec RPF, especially with those who are married, but I’ve been in this position (huehuehue) before and I love where she went with it! The dream sequence made me giggle, and if I didn’t already have this as a kink, I would now! Warnings: NSFW. It’s just smut! Snippet: Jensen’s ears caught your sigh, but he tried to ignore it, pushing his face deeper into the pillow.

Best AU: We make our own future This week’s French Mistake is History of Us by @mysupernaturalfics. This is part one of a mini series based on an aesthetic and drabble from @thing-you-do-with-that-thing here. Ya’ll know I’m a sucker for AU’s, and getting to see Dean as something where his intelligence can shine, I’m excited. The imagery is done beautifully, and I cannot wait for more from this universe. Warnings: Destiel x reader, AU, flangst?  Snippet: “Dean knows the code to my door, he’s probably found the 6-pack of beer and meat lover’s pizza I left him. He’s a big boy, he’ll be here in the morning,” She answered with a smirk. It scared Cas a bit on how well she knew Dean and how well she knew him as well

Series of the Week: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too SOTW goes to @roxyspearing and Falling In Love With You. This series is written in Dean’s POV and Roxy really captures the battle Dean is having with himself. I’m used to reading unrequited love from the reader to one of the boys,  seeing it in reverse from Dean’s POV is captivating and I can’t wait to read more. Warnings: mentions of previous injury, Dean’s eyes are bigger than his stomach, jealous Dean, protective Dean, talk of alcohol, unrequited love(?) Snippet: It’s a cheap ploy to get Sam off my back, but it works, Sam turning to check her out, before picking up his beer and heading over in her direction. Sitting down, I drink my beer and then Y/N’s, watching the two people I care most for in this world having some much-deserved fun. A couple of women come up to me, but I let them down gently, even if taking up one of their offers would take my mind off the woman I wish was with me for a few hours. Before I know it, it’s a couple of minutes before midnight, and I find myself outside, getting some fresh air and thinking about heading back to the motel when I hear Y/N’s voice.

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So What?

A/N: This is based off the song "So What" by Pink for @becs-bunker's Birthday Challenge. This is actually my first Dean x Reader. I've written a lot for Castiel and Gabriel and intentionally I was going to write for one of them, but this story is better suited for the eldest Winchester. Tell me what you think!

Summary: After leaving her husband, the reader runs straight into familiar arms.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Mentions of cheating (neither Dean or Reader partake)

Word Count: 1835

The bunker appeared empty when you managed to squeeze yourself and three duffle bags through the main entrance. Dropping your bags at the top as the sound of chair wheels squeaked softly came from the map table below. You hesitated, wondering who'd be sitting down at the table. After all, the bunker wasn't as secure as the Winchesters would prefer.

"Who's here?" It was Dean's voice, steady and intimidating as always while facing the unknown.

A small smirk curled at one corner of your mouth, realizing just how long it'd been since you heard the comforting voice. You leaned over the railing, facing Dean Winchester's gun pointed up at the entrance. You chuckled, knowing the eldest Winchester wouldn't be the end of you.  

"Yesh, Winchester, quite a welcoming."

Dean lowered his gun with a small puff of relief, only to keep the baffled expression on his face. But a thin smile forged through. "What are you doing here? It's late, isn't your husband wondering where you are?" he sneered the word husband, always having had a strong distaste for the man.

"I left him," you began, grabbing the handles of your bags before dragging them along as you descended the stairs. "I'm moving in."

Dean let the information soak in a full second, before tripping over himself as he eagerly went to meet you on the stairs.

Startled by his sudden movements, you second-thought your decision. "If that's okay with you and Sam," you added, eyeing the eldest Winchester, wondering through your upset and tired haze that you'd become inconsiderate.

"No, yeah!" Dean mentally kicked himself over his response. "I just, uh, wanted to help with your bags," he offered, taking two off your arm, walking back down the stairs, mesmerized by your appearance at the bunker. "You're always welcome here. What happened, you, uh..." He stepped down the last step, staring up at you, unsure if he should ask what went wrong in your marriage.

You frowned, thinking about the fight with your husband; the lies, the tears. "He had another girl," you breathed out, having already dried yourself of tears during your trip over to the bunker.  

"Oh, Y/N," Dean began. "I am so sorry." Then the anger set in. "You want me to kick his ass?"

You smiled at Dean's offer. "Don't bother. I don't know where he went. Besides, I, um, already took care of it."

Dean offered a smile, imaging the hell you must've put him through as he began to led you through the bunker. "What'd you do, cut his dick off?"

"No, I came clean. Told him I was a hunter, well, showed him really. He had no idea what I'd hidden under our bed, in my car, the kitchen...And I told him that if I ever heard from him again, I'd treat him like the monster he truly is and gank him. He ran out of the apartment after that."

"Jesus, remind me never to piss you off." Dean led you down the hallway, traipsing to an open bedroom, which happened to be across from his. "Hey, nobody's used this room in a while, so it needs some sprucing, but I'll get you fresh sheets and other shit you may need-"

"It's perfect. Thank you, Dean." You dropped your bag, turning toward Dean to hug him.

Surprised, Dean accidentally bunked you with a bag, but it didn't deter you. You held on tight, unable to remember the last time you'd hugged your friend.

"Anytime."

"Hey," you heard Sam call. "who the hell are you hugging?"

Dean pulled away as you reluctantly dropped your arms, turning to have a front row seat to watch Sam's face light up at his realization.

"Y/N," Sam greeted, wrapping an arm around you. "What are you doing here? Have a case?"

"She's moving in," Dean said with a grin, ignoring the reason why.

"If that's alright," you added quickly, looking up at Sam. Sam nodded, hugging you again. You continued. "Well, I'm going to start getting settled. Thank you guys, so much." You turned and went inside the room, leaving the door open as you unzipped a bag, starting to sort your clothes.

Dean and Sam's eyes lingered on you. "What the hell happened?"

"Husband's a dick," Dean told, his voice low as not to upset you. "thinking of cutting his off."

Sam scoffed. "And the moment she comes running in here, you just happen to give her the room across from yours?" Sam hinted, speaking loud enough to allow you to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Dean shook his head. "She needs someone to keep an eye on her."

"Whatever you say, Romeo."

"Hey, Y/N," Dean called, ignoring his brother. "You want something to drink, take the edge off?"

"Anything would be great, thanks, Dean," you called back, sticking your head out the door.

Dean looked at him.

"Hey," Sam called after Dean, following behind. Dean slowed down slightly. "Don't let her marry anyone else this time."

Dean didn't respond, turning down the hall toward the Kitchen, leaving Sam behind.

"I brought the bottle." Dean, held up the scotch, entering your room a few moments later.

You smiled, watching Dean lift the bottle to one of the glasses in his opposing hand, and hand it off to you. Dean sat on the edge of your bed beside you, placing the bottle in the middle.

Taking a big gulp, the drink scratched the entire way down. "Ahh... just what I needed."

"I bet," Dean mumbled after he swallowed, looking down into his glass, swirling it as though to find something inside.

You did the same, glancing up momentarily to gaze at your friend in anything but a "friend" way. "So, how've you been?" You ask, breaking the silence.

"Fine. Saving people, hunting things," Dean's eyes glazed over with a promising thought. "You know, I killed Hitler."

You scoffed. "He's been dead."

Dean shook his head, "No, they put his soul into someone else's body. And let's just say, I shut that shit down."

"Wow, my hero," you teased. "Who's next, Mussolini? Stalin?"

"Nah, I've got my sights on a worse villain."

"Who?"

Dean didn't have to say anything for you to understand a second after. You smiled, unable to deny the appreciation the thought brought.

"He's a tool, but I'm not sure if he's worthy of Dean Winchester's wrath," you said, raising your glass to take another sip. The silence crept over your shoulders until you decided to speak. "I don't even know why I married him in the first place," you muttered into your drink, but Dean heard it perfectly clear. "To tell you the truth, I enjoy hunting with you guys more than playing housewife."

And you never did understand why you'd choose to marry a man when your heart never belonged to him.

"You're a fighter. You never needed him."

You nodded. "I just didn't want to be alone."

"You were never alone." You glance up at the sound of Dean's words. Your eyes bore into his green ones for a second before you glanced at Dean's lips, simultaneously leaning in toward the Winchester. But Dean with strained, leaning back, denying the kiss from proceeding.

Not knowing any better, you took his motion as a rejection. "I guess I'll never have you the way I need you."

"Y/N..." Dean began but found himself unable to express the meaning behind his withdrawal.

"You know what," you began, setting your drink on the nightstand and standing up. "I'm gonna go find a hunt."

Dean's head snapped up. "Now? It's late."

"So what?" It was a matter of fact as you rummaged through your duffle, picking out clothes that you wouldn't take. "It's not like you care."

But that wasn't the truth.

"Look, you shouldn't jump into anything. Relax for a couple of days, clear your-."

"Dean," your tone cut through his words, not allowing him to get to his main point, that he wanted to let you calm down before either of you made any advances toward the other. He wanted to make sure it was real, that he wasn't a quick rebound. "I just want to gank something; start a fight. I don't want to sit around thinking about how you don't like me that way, okay? I just want a distraction," you continued.

And like that, you were gone, taking whatever you'd previously packed in the single duffle bag along with you out of the bedroom.

"You dick," Dean whispered to himself, rubbing the brink of his nose, thinking of how he missed the perfect opportunity with you.

Dean knew your imidate snap had been his fault; his fear of allowing himself to be open to you. After all that he'd lost, he couldn't fear to lose you too by telling you how he truly felt. But now, he could lose you for a different reason.

Dean chased after you in the hall. Finding you not too far away. He didn't verbally call after you, but you stopped, staring at Dean, hurt etched in your eyes.

Dean let his actions speak for him as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into his kiss. And you didn't push him away.

It was intense. Dean kissed you long, and hard, as though making up for all the years he'd spent on the sidelines, watching you meet your future husband and then marry the man. After his actions had begun to make sense, you dissolved into the kiss, returning the gesture.

Dean maneuvered you against a bunker door, his hand dropping from your arm to land on your waist, exploring the curves he'd long to feel for years. As the other hand held your face, securing his place against your lips.

Someone cleared their throat awkwardly behind Dean. He didn't pull away but slowed his pace reluctantly. After another grunt from the mystery person, you were the one to pull away, with a small groan from Dean.

"Oh," you said, seeing Sam watching with an annoyed expression. "Is this-"

"My door that you decided to canoodle and contaminant against, yes it is." Sam finished, bitch face in full mode as he stared at both you and Dean.

"Sorry Sam," you apologized sheepishly, standing out of the way of the door.

Sam glanced at you and Dean again before disappearing into the room and slamming the door.

"Asshole," you hissed at Dean.

"But I'm your asshole," Dean cheekily smiled, leaning down for another kiss.

"Get a room!" Sam shouted from inside, producing laughter between you and Dean.

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becs-bunker reblogged your post:Just A Touch

This hit me right in the feels. Poor Dean�� I’m glad he has the reader. He deserves all the love and comfort. Their...

I just wanted to say that these words made me so happy I literally cried. I haven’t been feeling very happy with my writing recently but its comments like these that help me keep going. Thank you so so very much, I’m so happy you liked it, now I need to go cuddle with Dean.

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