Over the course of this summer me and my friend @draksisreborn have been working very hard on making our very first collaborative series titled “Free Reign: A Star Wars Story”. We are posting the first chapters this week and I decided with the abundance of the colorful array of characters in our work, it would be nice to put a name to a face!
From top to bottom:
-Nek (Devaronian)
-Lerti (Mandalorian)
-Soron (Shistavanen)
-Cholmon (Mon Calamari)
-BX-19 (Commando Droid)
-Cenden (Human)
-Vis (Quasi-species/unknown)
We’ve put a lot of effort into this and I hope you guys enjoy what you read! Again, the first chapter will be up on @draksisreborn page by Friday or sooner. To all my wonderful followers, if any of you get a chance or the desire to read it then don’t be afraid to provide feedback and all that jazz!
“What do you want, Winchester?” You smirk as you bring the phone to your ear. Your snarky tone doesn’t go unnoticed by the man on the other side of the phone call.
Dean lets out a huff. “Nice to talk to you, too. Listen, we need some help.” You let out a heavy sigh and lean back in the chair you’re resting on.
“You know I’m no longer in that line of work.” A soft rustling can be heard as, you assume, Dean shifts the phone to his other ear.
“Yea I remember, but here’s the thing. It’s Cas.”
You nervously fumble with a lock of your hair.
“What’s wrong with Cas?”
There was a moment of silence before Dean talked.
“He ran away,” Dean finally says.
“What do you want me to do?” You asked, knowing Dean wouldn’t call without asking for a favor. He seemed to hesitate before answering.
“Just look after him, all right?”
“He’s an angel. Why do I need to look after him?” The blonde-haired man nervously laughs before responding,
“He’s not exactly an angel anymore.”
“Wait, what? How is that even possible?”
Dean sighs heavily.
“Okay so you remember a little bit ago when the meteor shower happened?” You nod your head despite him not being able to see you. He continues, ”Well those weren’t exactly meteors, they were angels. There was this guy named Metatron and he somehow got Cas to give up his grace for a spell that would lock heaven and expel the angels.”
“Wait, did Cas willingly help this guy?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Cas, the naive, awkward being, locking every angel, including himself, out of heaven?
“Y/n, he was manipulated into thinking he was doing it to help, but ended up being used so Metatron could gain power.” Now that sounded right.
“Where is Cas now? I bet everyone isn’t too happy about what he did. If I have any hope of getting to him first I gotta know the last place you saw him.” This was starting to worry you. If Cas was actually a part of this whole scheme, his brothers and sisters weren’t going to be too keen on seeing him alive. You have to reach him, before anybody else even has the chance to notice he was there.
“Last place I saw him was a motel about an hour from the bunker, got him a week’s stay. That was yesterday, I’m not sure if he’s actually going to stay for that long or not but I’ll text you the address.”
“Alright, I’ll go pick him up and take him somewhere safe but, Winchester, You. Owe. Me.” Hanging up the phone you run your hands through your hair sighing as you reluctantly walk towards the closet where all of your old hunting stuff lay hidden from the rest of the world.
Grabbing a duffel bag, you stuff it full of clothes and other essential items. You pull out the other bag at the bottom before carefully filling it with your hunting supplies, making note to stop by a local store and pick up some more salt and lighter fluid.
“Cas, wherever you are, just be safe.” You whisper as you toss your bags in the back seat of your car and start the long drive towards the address Dean had texted you minutes before.
—-
Pulling up to the raggedy motel you sigh to yourself as you double check your phone looking for the room number in the multiple messages Dean has sent you. Sliding out of the car you walk up to the front desk as a slightly older man smiles at you.
“Need a room sweetheart?”
“Actually I was wondering if you could help me out, see my friend checked my cousin into a room for me and I haven’t been able to get a hold of him. Do you know if the man that was checked into room 9 is still there or did he already check out?”
“Hmmm, tall, dark hair, trench coat and really blue eyes?”
“Yea that’s him.”
“He’s still here, still has a couple days left. I haven’t seen him leave that much so he should still be in there.”
“Alright thank you so much.”
Walking towards the room with a slightly crooked 9 nailed to the door, you raise your hand and lightly knock. “Cas? It’s Y/n, Do you have a moment?” You say hoping not to startle him. “Dean sent me. Cas, I’m only here to help. I don’t mean you any harm. Please just open the door.”
“Y/n? Why would he call you, you’re no longer a hunter.”
“If you just open the door and let me in I can explain everything okay? Just please let me in, I told the front office guy I‘m your cousin and I’d rather not have a run in with the cops because you’re not actually my cousin and..”
The door opens slowly as a worn out, bed raggled Cas stands before you, letting you in. You take note of his messy hair and obviously not well kept body. If Cas was actually a human, he hadn’t gotten the memo on good hygiene.
“Why would you tell them you are my cousin when you are not?” He asks, tilting his head at you. His puppy-dog like eyes stare at you confused, just like whenever you would make a movie reference that he didn’t understand.
“Because Cas, I’m worried about you. I wanted to make sure you’re safe and help you get to somewhere safer than this rundown hotel.” You step further into his room, scanning the cheap furniture and cracked floral wallpaper that covered the walls. Cas closes the door behind you and resumes his puzzled look.
“Dean sent you? Why would he send you when he’s the reason I’m here?”
“Wait, what do you mean he’s the reason?”
“He told me I wasn’t welcome at the bunker,” Cas explains what had happened very simply, without showing much emotion.
“He said what?!” What reason could Dean have to send poor, defenseless Cas on his own?
“Please do not be angry with me too.” He says with a look of fear and guilt.
“Cas I’m not angry with you. It’s Dean who I am angry with, he failed to mention that he’s the reason that you’re here and not safe in the bunker.” You grit your teeth and rub a hand across your exhausted face.
“It’s not his fault, I’m the one who caused all this.” He says hanging his head in shame.
“Cas, It’s not your fault that you were tricked okay? Accidents happen, even to the best of us.” You say as you sit on the bed, “Those the only clothes you have Cas?” You ask as you look around the fairly empty room. The former angel looks down at the rags he’s wearing and glances back at you.
“I’ve never needed a change of clothes before. I normally would snap my fingers but I am no longer..”
“We can get you some new clothes, you hungry?”
“Yes, I had something this morning. I believe it was a continental breakfast but I’m not sure.”
“Alright, so we’ll get you something to eat, some new clothes and then we will figure out where to go from there. Sound good?”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” He says looking at you with a sense of confusion.
“Because Cas, everyone deserves a second chance and no one deserves to be kicked away when they are in need. You went to the boys and they sent you here, I’m here to do what they were to selfish to do and make sure that you stay alive and that you have someone whose is there for you.” You say reaching your hand out. “Now let’s go get you ready for this world. Shall we?” You say as his stomach grumbles loudly.
—
“What is this called again?” Cas asks as he looks down at the weird triangle on his plate.
“Pizza, if you don’t like it we can always get you something else if you want.”
“I’ve never really ate anything before. All I was able to taste was molecules.”
“Well try it first see how different it tastes now?” You say as you finish off your first piece and reach for a second, pausing you watch him lift his piece to his mouth and slowly bite into it. His eyes light up like a child on Christmas as he smiles at you. Quickly chewing he says. “You’re right this is a lot better than molecules.”
“Yea, wait till later I’ll introduce you to pb&j.”
“Who are they?”
“Not who, what. Peanut butter and jelly, it’s more of a little child’s sandwich but who says you ever actually grow out of it?” You say smiling at him. “Now you eat as much as you want and then we’ll go get you some new clothes and basic shower stuff.” You say leaning back in your chair smiling at the man on front of you.
—
“I don’t understand why I need new clothing.” Cas tilts his head quizzically.
“You can’t keep wearing the same things over and over again. They get dirty, wear out, people begin to give you strange looks when you wear the same things day after day. Unless it’s a uniform but you always have more than one uniform.” You explained as Castiel nods his head in understanding.
“Where would we go? I don’t know how to clothes shop I’ve never done this before.”
“It’s okay Cas, I can help you. I’m here to help.”
“I’m sorry I’m such a burden and that you have to teach me like you would I child. This is my fault you shouldn’t be putting yourself in danger because you have to help me.”
You turn to Cas and look him straight in the eyes, so he knows that you’re serious. You want him to know that helping him isn’t a big of a problem as he makes it out to be.
“Cas I want to help you. Now more than ever okay?”
“But I took you away from your apple pie life, you got away and now I just brought you back into this mess.”
“Cas if I didn’t plan on ever going back why would I still have everything in a closet? Why would I still line the doors with salt? Hell there are Devils traps painted under every carpet, under every doorway, there is even one underneath my couch. Hunting is a part of my life, that apple pie life was more like an extended vacation where I jumped at every little sound.”
“But Dean called you to keep an eye on me.”
“Just because he asked me to doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Cas you are my friend and you’re family. Family doesn’t get left behind or forgotten we watch out for each other.”
“Thank you y/n.”
You smile at him before taking his hand and leading him into Walmart heading towards the men’s section.
“You’re welcome. Let’s go get you something better to wear,” you say as you start browsing through some of the shirts. Castiel follows your example as he looks through the shirts, but the expression on his face shows that he doesn’t like them.
After almost an hour of searching through men’s clothing and Cas trying on different styles, you two finally settle on a few simple shirts, jeans, and essentials. While there, you decide to do some grocery shopping, even picking out some snacks that he was curious to try.
After paying for the items, you have Castiel immediately change his attire because what he was wearing is too dirty and he seemed to look homeless.
Watching him walk out of the Walmart bathroom you smile to yourself as he runs his hands through his hair. Sex head seemed to be a normal thing with him being human, watching him run his fingers through it making it worse.
“Cas, just let me do this?” You smile at him as you help tame his hair.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing Cas just you have a serious case of bedhead.” You say not wanting to start up the topic of sex head and ‘how does my hair look like sex when I have not been with a mate?’ was something you were positive he was going to ask.
“Now let’s get back to the hotel and we can figure out how to get you in shower.”
“Are you going to join me?”
“C-Cas that’s not something you ask someone in public, and usually couples do that together.”
“We aren’t a couple?” You pause, glancing momentarily at him before opting to avoid his gaze.
“Cas.. I.. Let’s just get going okay?”
“I’m sorry if I have upset you.”
You lay a hand gently on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay Cas, If it sounds personal then it most likely is so just speak those things in quiet when other people aren’t alone.”
“I understand.”
—-
“Okay so I’m going to do some laundry, wash your other clothes since I know you want to keep the trench coat. You can read this article I found online, it completely explains everything just read this and I’ll be back soon.” You say as you pull up the basic ‘how to take a shower’ article online and let him read it. “One more thing, you gotta get undressed completely before you can take a shower. I know it doesn’t say that in the article just wanted to make sure you completely understood.” You grab his older clothes and some of yours, tossing them in a basket.
“Thank you Y/n.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me Cas, it’s not going to change anything.”
“Alright.”
—-
Walking back into the room you spot Cas sitting on the bed wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, hair dripping little water droplets onto his clothes.
“Cas, You have to dry your hair too.”
“What?”
“Come here and bring me a towel.”
“Here.” Cas curiously hands a dry towel over to you.
“Now sit on the bed and I’ll help you out.” You command as he sits on the bed.
“What are you going to do?” He asks, fully putting his trust in you to do this simple task.
“Just wait.” You say as you throw the towel over his head and start to dry off his hair.
“Y/n? Why is being human so hard?” He inquires, looking up at you with his big blue eyes.
“I don’t know Cas, but you won’t have to do this alone.” You say as you run your fingers through his hair. “Normally I would comb your hair but you have to sleep so it’s just going to get even worse so fingers will work.” You say looking down at him.
“Where will you sleep?”
“Probably the couch, or my car. Don’t worry about me Cas, You just worry about getting sleep. Also, sleeping in jeans isn’t exactly ideal so here go change out of those and put these on.” You hand him a pair of old sweatpants.
“Are you sure you don’t want the bed?”
“Cas, just go get changed so I can get ready for bed.”
Sitting down on the bed you grab your bag before fishing out a pair of newer sweatpants, an oversized t-shirt, and your toothbrush.
“Cas what are you doing?” You ask as you hear the water running.
“Nothing,” he mumbles.
“Cas?” You slowly push open the door to see him squeezing a large blob of toothpaste into his mouth.
“Cas! No! That’s not how you brush your teeth!” You exclaim, doubling over with laughter.
Spitting out the glob into the sink he looks up at you. He looks like a wet puppy that was just scolded. “Show me?”
“Sure Cas, just watch first.” You say as you wet your toothbrush before adding the toothpaste to it. Slowly, you bring the brush to your teeth and begin to brush them.
“So when you’ve brushed your teeth and tongue you spit out the foamy stuff. But don’t swallow it, it will most likely make you sick.” You explain, after you spit out the leftover stuff in your mouth into the sink before wiping your mouth with the hand towel by the sink. Handing him his new toothbrush, you watch him carefully brush his teeth mimicking everything you had done.
“Alright, now you’re ready for bed. Now go get comfy and I’ll sleep on the couch.” You say as you push him out the door and close it allowing you to change freely.
Glancing up at the mirror, you run your fingers through your hair trying to relax as your fingertips scratch lightly at your scalp. You figured taking care of Cas would be hard but teaching him everything? That was going to be a lot harder than you had originally expected.
Walking back out, you glance at the lumpy looking couch that now has a blanket and pillow laid carefully on one of the cushions.
“Thought you’d like the second pillow and a blanket.” Cas says from his spot in the middle of the bed.
“Thanks Cas,” you mumble as you move the pillow so you can face the door. Slipping your handgun under the pillow you sprawl out on top of the blanket.
“Good night y/n.” Cas yawns out as he settles back onto the bed before flipping the lamp off.
“Good night Cas.” You breathe out as you slip into a restful sleep.
—-
You vaguely remember waking up around two in the morning to Cas gently shaking your shoulder before helping you towards the bed.
“I can’t let you sleep on that lumpy couch when you’re the one who’s risking their life for me.” You hear him whisper as he helps you under the covers before heading towards the couch himself. Reaching out you grab ahold of his wrist stopping him.
“There is room for both of us Cas.” You say before releasing his wrist and curling back up on your side of the bed.
Your eyes close once again as Cas grabs the blanket and pillow from off the couch before sliding in next to you.
—
Warmth surrounds you as you slowly wake up to come face to face with Castiel’s chest.
‘What the hell?’ You think as you glance up at the once an angel sleeping with one arm draped over your side and the other under your pillow.
“Cas?” You whispered, hoping to wake him slightly only to result in him pulling you closer. Your nose brushes against his neck as he hugs you tightly.
Giving into your heart you burry your face into his neck before falling back to sleep breathing in the smell of Cas.
You could tell Cas was awake when you reawoken a few hours later by how tense his body was.
“Y/n?” He whispers quietly silently hoping that you’re still asleep.
“Hmmm?” You him not bothering to open your eyes.
“What.. What are we doing?” He asks with a shaky voice.
“It’s called cuddling Cas. It’s a thing two people do when they desire contact on a slightly more personal level. That and it’s comfortable. Why?”
“I’ve never been.. Intimate with anyone.. I just thought that this was something you did afterword.”
“Not all the time. Does it make you uncomfortable?” You ask slowly sitting up to look at him.
“It felt nice to wake up next to you. I just thought that you didn't… That you wouldn’t want to wake up with me holding you.”
“Don’t worry about it. I woke up earlier and tried to get you up but you just pulled me closer so I went back to sleep.” You say smiling down at him.
“Oh..”
“Cas, I’m not mad okay? I’m human too, I understand the need for contact. I’m not going to leave because we cuddled okay?”
“Okay. Are.. Are you hungry?” He asks looking up at you with a smile on his face.
“Yea, let me get a shower then we can go switch your clothes from the washer to the dryer and then get something to eat. Sound good?”
“Okay,” he says smiling up at you as he untangles his arms from around your waist.
—-
Two months later.
Waking up to Cas was a normal occurrence, at first you’d occasionally get a room with two beds but after a while you ended up getting only one bed because you ended up in the same bed by the time it was morning. Neither of you made anything official but you both knew you were together.
Being constantly on the road you decided to finally get back into hunting, which led to Cas being your Intel for a lot of things since he still held his all knowing knowledge about the supernatural. You’d picked him up a fairly cheap burner phone so that he could stay behind in the warded motel rooms out of sight of people who might be secretly holding angels inside.
You just finished up burning the bones of a ghost as your phone vibrates in your back pocket.
:Cas: the burn go okay?
:you: yea, headed back now. We leave tonight.
:Cas: I thought we were staying for a few days?
:you: something feels off about this town. And I’d like to get far away from it as possible as soon as we can.
Throwing your bag into the back seat you glance back down at your phone finding it a little odd that he hasn’t replied, shrugging your shoulders you assume he went back to sleep since neither of you got much sleep the night before.
Pulling up to the hotel you relax slightly at the sight of nothing seems to of changed but you still have that nagging feeling of something wasn’t right. Slowly getting out of your car you notice two shadows crossover the window of the room that you and Cas are staying in.
Grabbing your machete from the back seat knowing it’s useless against angels you silently hope that it’s enough of a distraction for Cas to get the upperhand.
Turning off the engine you close the door as silently as you can before slipping your card key into the door, “Honey I’m homeeeee.” You sing out as you grip your weapon tightly looking at the man yelling at Cas as both have their angel blades ready for a fight.
“What’s this? Your little pet?” The man says staring at you.
“Nope, sorry I don’t listen to commands so easily.” You say glaring back at the man.
“Oh Castiel, how the mighty do fall. Don’t they?” He says as he walks towards you smirking.
“Pretty sure that’s not how the song goes.” You mumble looking back at the man.
“What? Oh nevermind, My point is Castiel here has taken a liking to you. So that makes you his biggest weakness little one, killing you would hurt him more than taking his life.” He says as he raises his angel blade towards your chest.
“Guess again” you say with a smile as Cas sneaks up behind him shoving his blade through the middle of his back before it stabbed its way through his chest.
Closing your eyes as a bright light rips itself from the body you feel Cas’s arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.
“Y/n.. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get caught up in this.. To be put in danger..” He says as he holds onto you tightly.
“It’s okay Cas,” You say looking up at him before capture his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his.
“You saved me.”
“I put you in danger.”
“Cas, I’m a hunter. I’m always in danger, being with you is worth the danger.”
“I can’t loose you like that.” He says pulling you towards the bed.
“Cas, we need to leave as soon as possible.. We can get a room the next state over.” You say looking up into his blue eyes swimming with emotion.
—-
Deciding to spend a little bit more than normal you grab a reasonably priced room at a hotel.
“Y/n, Why are we here?” He says looking at the looming building.
“Because we’ve both had a hard couple months and I think we both deserve a bed that isn’t as questionable as the spots on the floor.” You say smiling before grabbing his hand loosely in yours.
“But..”
“No buts Cas, We deserve this, Okay?” You say as you climb out of your car with your duffle bag in hand. “Come on, let’s get a room for a couple nights and just relax.” You say as you pull out a fake credit card and I.D to go with it.
“Hello, What can I do for you today?” The lady at the front desk smiles through her teeth as she pretends to care about her job.
“Can I get a single room for two nights?” You ask sliding your card and I.D onto the desk as she books a hotel and charges the card.
“Alright, room 103. Take the elevator up to the first floor and it’s to your left as soon as you walk out.” She says before sliding your cards back towards you along with your room key.
“Thank you.” You say as you motion for Cas to follow you.
—-
“Cas? You do realize it’s not your fault that we were found right?” You say as he wraps himself around you.
“You shouldn’t of been put into that position in the first place. You were sent to keep an eye on me.. Not be threatened by my family.” He says as he pulls you closer to him.
“Cas, it’s fine okay? I promise. As long as we are together, we can get through this okay?” You say as you kiss him softly.
“Y/n.. I think I love you..” He says as he kisses you back.
“Well, that’s a good thing because I think I love you too.” You whisper before burying your face into his neck.
“I will protect you Y/n.. If it’s the last thing I do.” He whispers before watching you drift off to sleep.
—
Waking up cold, alone and confused you glance around at the room before starting to panic. Cas was nowhere to be found and all of his things were gone. Jumping up you notice a note by the coffee maker along with an angel blade.
‘Y/n, I can’t risk putting you in danger anymore. Being around me put you at risk of being hurt because of me you almost died last night. Y/n please don’t search for me. Go home and live your life without me where you’re safe. I’ve left you an angel blade just incase but I pray to father that you don’t ever have to use it. I love you Y/n, please understand this. Castiel.’
Re-reading the note your knees give out as you fall to the floor clutching the paper to your chest.
“CAS!” You yell as you fling the paper away from you. “I’m supposed to protect you, I love you.”
Reaching for your phone you quickly call up Dean.
“Dean! He’s gone! He left and I don’t know where went and just Dean I’m scared.”
“Y/n, Calm down. He’s fine, he called me to tell me that he’s fine and that you’d probably be calling soon to tell me that he’s gone.”
“He.. He called you?”
“Yea, a couple hours ago.”
“Oh.. Okay then. I’ll catch you later I guess.”
“Y/n.. Wait.”
Ending the call you toss the phone onto the bed before crawling back into bed before wrapping yourself around the pillow that Cas laid on not hours ago.
—-
“Y/n?” Dean’s voice rang through your head as you packed your bag into the back of the impala.
“What?”
“You okay?”
“Just peachy Dean, Can we get going?”
“You know he still has the same number right?”
“Dean, drop it.”
“But, Y/n he..”
“Dean! Stop. We have a hunt and I need to be focused.”
“Alright, but we need to talk about this.”
“Later Dean.”
Sliding into the back seat you glance at the papers, “So what are we even hunting?”
“Demons, we think. It’s a little sketchy but we are 98% sure it’s demons.” Sam says from the front seat.
—
“Dean! I don’t these guys are demons!” You yell as two guys approach you with angel blades in their hands.
“Dean?!”
“Sorry Sweetheart. Dean’s not here right now, but you’re going to be dying to see who comes to your rescue.”
“Shit, you do realize it’s been months since I’ve seen him. Like I have no contact with him, want to get to him? Gotta find somebody else.”
“Nobody else has his eye like you do.”
“You’re lying. He left, if I had his eye he wouldn’t of left me all alone.”
“Right, we shall see about that.”
“Dean!” You yell one last time before everything goes black.
—
Looking around you notice instead of the normal basement or abandoned house you’re sitting on a plush couch with plump embroidered pillows.
“So this is new.” You mumble as you look around glancing at the angel standing next to the window.
“We took your phone, Castiel should be here soon.” The angel says before turning towards you.
“He won’t show up. I’m telling you he won’t.”
“Y/N!” Castiel’s voice rings out through the building you’re in.
“Guess again, because I believe he should burst through those doors in a few minutes. Just in time for you to die and for him to watch. Now let’s get you ready shall we? Quentin!” He says before turning towards the door.
“Yes Silas?” A man says walking through the door you assumed was Quentin.
“Our guest of honor needs to be prepared for our little brother for when he shows up.” Silas says tilting his head towards you.
“Right away Sir.” He says as he walks towards you before grabbing a piece of cloth and rope.
“Shall we?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really, just giving you the chance to do this the easy way.”
“Fine, just not too tight? Might have to kick your ass in the end so not having to fight to slip the knots would be great.” You say as stick your arms behind your back.
“If you say so Y/n.” He says as he wraps the rope around your wrists tightly before securing them.
“Y/N!” Cas yells as he runs breathlessly into the room.
“Castiel.”
“Are you okay?”
“Just peachy Cas. You?”
“I’m going to get you out of here.”
“Silas, let her go. She has nothing to do with this.”
“Oh but she does, she will be the downfall of you. Just like you were the downfall of us, all of us.” Silas says gesturing to everything.
“But see Quentin and I here have a plan, you’re going to watch Quentin stab her right before I stab you.” He says before charging at Cas angel blade drawn back prepared to stab it into Castiel’s chest.
Cas dodges it easily before attempting to race towards you.
“Cas!” You scream as you feel Quentin’s angel blade pierce through your back and into your chest before poking out the front.
“Y/N!” He yells as he slams his blade into Quentin’s chest before pulling it out and throwing it straight into Silas’s chest.
“Y/n.. I have you.” He says as he cradles your face in his hands.
“You left, why did you leave?”
“I thought I could protect you from this.. Y/n.. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“But Cas, you hurt me when you left.” You say as blood starts to seep out of your mouth and breathing starts to get uncomfortable.
“Y/n, don’t speak.. Please, I want to tell you something. Y/n.. I love you, I always will and always have and you.. You’re my world.”
“Cas.. I.. Love.. You too.” You whisper as the pain begins to numb everything and your vision begins to fade.
“Y/n.. Please don’t leave.”
“Cas..” You whispered as he presses a kiss to your lips as your last breath escapes your lungs.
“Y/n?! NO! Y/n! Please don’t do this.. Please come back.. Y/n.. I need you.”
“Just take your shot.” You groaned, exasperated by the oldest Winchester’s antics. He grinned wider and leaned over the table, easily sinking his next shot. “Maybe you need more booze.” You snickered.
“Maybe you’re just jealous that I’m kickin’ your ass!”
“Shut up, Dean.” You snapped, leaning against the table.
“Oh lighten up, sweetheart.” He slapped your ass as he moved past you to line up his next shot. An idea popped in your mind. You leaned forward, showing off your cleavage as Dean lined up his shot.Dean noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced up at you. His eyes moved away from you, but quickly moved back when you leaned forward just a hair more to give him an even better look at your ample chest. His jaw clenched as he blindly took the shot. The ball went wide of the hole. Your triumphant smile quickly turned into a little laugh as the cue ball sank behind it.
“That’s a scratch, Winchester.”
Dean let out a frustrated groan and moved away from the table to let you find your next point of attack.You strode over to Dean, taking your place in front of him and bent over to take your shot. You arched your back, putting your ass on full display. You hear a groan fall from Dean’s mouth. A smirk crosses your face as you decide to wiggle just a bit before sinking your shot.
“So how about we make the game a little more interesting?”
He looked down at you, running his tongue over his lips, “That all depends on what you mean by that.”
“Winner has sex with the loser,” you declared bluntly.
Dean raised an eyebrow and gave you a questioning look. “How is that a bet? Doesn’t sound like there’s a loser on that one.”
You sauntered over to him and ran a hand along the open collar of his plaid shirt. “Winner says where and when.” Lifting yourself up onto the tips of your toes, you whispered in his ear, “No matter what.”
Dean’s impossibly green eyes went wide for all of five seconds before he gave you a self assured grin; of course he would think his victory was imminent. “You’re on, sweetheart.” Before you lined up your next shot he leaned in close so only you could hear. “Always wanted to fuck you in public.” With a sexy half smirk he was gone, your heart thumping unevenly in your chest. You tried to focus on the table, but your eyes kept straying to Dean, who leaned against the table coolly, as if he hadn’t just uttered the sexiest sentence you’d ever heard in your life.
Well If Dean wasn’t gonna play fair, neither would you. You slip off your flannel shirt leaving you in a black tank top. You line up your shot again, sinking it into the left corner pocket.
“Well sweetheart, I can say the same thing.” You shoot Dean a wink.It was still your turn, so you moved around the table looking for your next shot. Dean saw it as the perfect opportunity to distract you. Watching you bend your the table had given him the perfect view of your cleavage. Now that you were bending over directly in front of him he could stop himself.
Moving with a catlike grace, Dean sauntered up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You jumped a little at the contact, but soon settled back into position. Dean gave your hip a squeeze before moving his hand around to cup your backside. You pulled back the que to make the shot, focusing as hard as you could on the little white ball in front of you and the the veritable Greek god behind you. The que was just about to make contact with the ball when you felt the resounding slap of Dean’s palm against your left cheek causing your shot to go far right. You huffed and stood up to glare at him. He simply grinned.
“My turn.”
Dean was grinning like mad by the time the game was about over; his eyes flickering to you as he lined up to sink the eight ball. Little did he know you weren’t going down without a fight. Without a second of hesitation you sidled up to him, until your front was pressed against his side. “So, Dean,” you purred into his ear, scratching the back of his skull lightly. You waited until he was halfway through his shot to speak. “When you win, what do you want to do to me?”
He groaned out loud, the cue ball missing its mark completely to sink into the left side pocket and you whooped in victory. “Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed, tossing the pool stick onto the green felt and turning to you, eyebrows slanted angrily. “You friggin’ cheated!”
You shrugged innocently, still grinning. “I didn’t do anything you weren’t doing.” Before he could argue you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, dragging him across the crowded bar and into the women’s restroom, locking the door behind you. “I say here, and now.”
Dean was already on you, his hands on your hips as his mouth covered yours, his tongue diving between your lips. You could still taste the whiskey he had been drinking, the unique scent of Dean filling your nostrils and making your head fuzzy. He surrounded your senses and drove you mad with his touch until you were clawing at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin upon yours. Dean was just as eager. He began reaching for the button on your jeans and pushing them down your hips before you could even get his shirt off.
“Eager are we?” You asked in a mocking tone.
“Why don’t you see for yourself.”
Dean took your hand and placed it over the bulge in his ever tightening pants. He let out a groan and slammed his lips onto yours once more. He shoved you up against the wall. His impatient hands flew to his belt buckle and made quick work of the zipper before suddenly grinding to a halt.
“Shit!”
“What is it?” you asked breathlessly.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“That’s okay,” you said and you started to pull him in for another kiss. “Trust me. Just tell me before you cum.”
Dean nodded before slamming into you. You cried out in shock at being so suddenly filled and clawed at his back in an attempt to find purchase. He set a punishing pace, driving you harder and harder into the stone wall. You were sure to have bruises on your back the next morning, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the kaleidoscope of sensation racing through your veins.
The coil in your lower belly quickly began to tighten as Dean sank his teeth into the base of your throat. It sent a ripple through your body that had you screaming his name for all to hear. Your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave causing your vision to go white and your nails to leave marks across his back.
Your fluttering walls clamping down around him quickly had Dean nearing his own end. “Jesus. Fuck baby. I’m gunna cum.”
“Put me down.”
Dean did as you asked and let you slide down the wall until you were on your knees in front of him. He stroked himself hard and fast, desperately needing to find his release. You watched his muscles tighten and heard a strangled moan escape his lips, signaling his end. You opened your mouth and caught as much of his essence as possible as he shot his load into your mouth.
Your first instinct was to swallow, but an even better idea came to mind. You took hold of Dean’s muscular forearm and used it to pull yourself up. Once you were on your feet, you slid your hand around to the back of Dean’s neck and pulled him down towards you. His lips parted easily for you. You felt him jolt in surprise when he felt you press his own release onto his pink tongue. A little sound of appreciation came from deep within his throat before his tongue began to dance with yours, both of you sharing in the taste of him.
You pulled away breathless, a huge grin on your face. “Maybe we should do this more often?”
Dean laughed weakly, leaning against the wall. “I think we just need to get back home so I can fuck you properly.”
Heat pooled between your legs as you gazed at him wide eyed, your grin only spreading further across your lips. Your night was far from over, and it was all because of a game that you never should have won.
Summary: For the Co-Writing groups, these lovely people were assigned Sam x Reader AU. They choose an AU with Sam as a Police officer (a real one this time) and the Reader as a sketch artist. Hope y’all enjoy!
Sam Winchester moved about his room with an ease he had to force. Today was just another day. Yet, it felt so much different but he couldn’t put his finger on why. For the kid who excelled most of his life through hard work, perseverance, and always having a plan, it grated on his nerves that he couldn’t figure it out.
He set out his freshly pressed uniform and checked his phone. There were a few messages, all from his brother Dean rambling on about another double date he wanted to pull him along to. Dean had a very defined way of dealing with stress and unfortunately, Sam suffered through awkward dinners for it. He didn’t think he could stomach another one. Not when the local drug ring seemed to be putting itself back together and they were out for revenge on the cop who put their leader behind bars. Dean Winchester was a marked man, even if no one seemed to believe him.
Sam dropped the phone and jumped into the shower trying to shove his worries from his mind.
It’d been six months since he left Harvard law school in the rear view mirror to help his brother Dean, even though he never asked for it. His father, John, had expected Sam to follow in his footsteps by getting a Law Degree and come back home to the Winchester Law Firm so that it could be changed to Winchester’s Family Law. He had not been happy with his youngest son’s drastic switch.
His mother, Mary, on the other hand supported him and just wanted him to be happy. For the most part, so did his older brother. Of course, Dean had his way of slipping in his influence here and there.
Dean Winchester had paved his way through school three years ahead of Sam, not in academics but athletics. He may not have been top of his class like Sam, but he was at the top of the heap as captain of three sports with five crowns including State Champion and MVP under his belt. No one was shocked when the oldest of the Winchester Brothers joined the Police force after graduating. Dean wanted a team and he wanted to have people’s backs.
But just as Sam was setting up to graduate early from Harvard and apply for law school, Dean had to take his own partner down for not only being a corrupt cop, but kingpin to a drug ring corroding the quiet streets of Lawrence, Kansas. It made all the local papers and news outlets, even attracting a couple surrounding states. There was even a blip on national news but Dean Winchester didn't take any interviews or book deals. He kept his head down and continued to do his job.
It was that loyalty to what was right and service to his community that Dean passed onto his younger brother. Sam graduated early just as planned but left law school behind, deciding to head home and immediately entered the Police Academy. It was his turn to watch his brother’s back and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him. He made it through with ease and only took a bit of flack for being a Winchester. It was nothing like what he got from his father but come graduation day, he too had changed his mind.
Sam stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly then pulled on his uniform. He stopped for a moment and stared at the picture wedged in his mirror. The day he graduated from the Police Academy. His mother beaming at his side while his brother had a large open mouthed smile. His father flanked his other side and looked at him with that look that said the words he couldn't always bring himself to speak aloud but they followed the picture by mere hours- “I'm proud of you, son.”
Sam shook himself from his reverie and straightened his tie. He slipped his belt on and noticed the lack of stiffness in the leather. There wasn’t any noticeable creaking in his gun holster as his slipped his Glock into the nicely broken in pocket. It finally sunk in that today he lost his status as rookie and would be in the pool of cops when the assignments were handed out. He could be a free agent. It was possible he could still be teamed up with Dean but that would only depend on the amount of cases and manpower.
He still couldn’t pinpoint exactly why he was so nervous or if those nerves were for his brother or himself. It was a new day for him but the old threats were still there. But then again, every day as a cop came with risks. Maybe Dean was right about finding an outlet for the stress or a way to unwind that took his mind off the job but he just wasn’t a one night stand kind of guy.
He grabbed his keys and headed out the door telling himself again, today was a new day.
** ** **
“Ms. Y/l/n!”
The young woman stood from her desk and walked over to the small child calling her.
“Yes, Jared?” she said kneeling down to toddler eye-level.
“I need help.” the little boy jammed the milk in her face nearly hitting her in the eye. She smiled and opened the box handing it back to the eager child. She turned to go back to her desk but was intercepted by a horde of tiny arms waving milk boxes at her. She sighed.
After opening 14 milks and talking three determined four-year-olds through opening theirs, she finally returned back to her desk. She looked over the columns of small kids talking animatedly among themselves before her eyes fall guiltily onto her drawer.
‘Just calm down, everything is going to be fine.'
Y/N pulled open the drawer and stared at the thick manila envelope inside. It was going to be fine, it wasn’t like anyone knew about her … habit. And no one will ever know. This was something she should be passed. She was a preschool teacher for god’s sakes, people trusted her with the minds of their children! She loved her job, it was such so fun and easy! Almost at times too easy… to the point of being repetitive. And it was out of that repetitiveness that this dirty little habit of her was born.
At first, it was only something she did when she was bored, to mindlessly pass the time. But she kept finding herself getting more and more bored so naturally she kept doing it more and more. Once she brought herself some “paraphernalia” and started to experiment with different “strains”, it was impossible to stop. At the park, in her car, at work, hell even once at Thanksgiving in her grandma’s house; there seemed no place off limits for her debauched new addiction. And this didn’t go unnoticed by her friends and family as she questioned at every turn.
Why do you look so flushed?
Are you tired?
Are you okay?
Normally, Y/n would dodge these questions with ease but this, this was on a whole new level and she HAD to be careful. She had gained quite the following in her ‘product’ and was going to use it to make some money on the side. So, that’s why after school she would make the drop and –
“Y/N!”
Y/n slammed the drawer closed and turned to her friend Jo who came bouncing into her room like she did every day.
“Hey, Jo! Girl, girlfriend! What’s the happs?” Y/n said throwing what she hoped was a normal smile.
“Well, actually that’s what I was wondering myself.”
“Huh?”
Jo crossed the room, sat on top of desk and grinned at her while Y/n eyed her skeptically.
“I was thinking that we go out tonight and have some fun! Maybe find some cute guys to dance with. We can even go out for a bite to eat right after school first.”
“Eh” Y/n started to swirl away from her but Jo came here ready to fight.
“Come on, you’ve been so cooped up in your place lately. When the last time you went out?”
“Actually, I’m busy after school.”
“With what?”
“Errands. At the Marketplace downtown.” Jo’s eyes narrowed doubtfully.
“Sooo, you wouldn’t mind if I joined you?”
“I don’t know, how about I just meet you at your place when I’m done” Y/n tried to wave her off.
“No, I just remembered I have some things I have to pick up anyway. So meet you here after school ?”
** ** **
“Alright, you idjits! Listen up!”
The conference ignores the man at the podium continuing at their current volume.
Whistle!
Silence falls over the rowdy boardroom as all eyes fell onto Captain Robert ‘Bobby’ Singer of the LPD.
“Now, you know how much I hate repeating myself, so shut the hell up and let me get through today’s briefings. First off…”
Sam struggled to pay attention and take notes, as Dean kept kicking his chair trying to get his attention for something probably stupid. ‘Just ignore him.' Sam inhaled a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself but it proved to no avail as the kicking intensified with the addition annoying vocal accompaniment.
“Psst. Sam”
kick
“Sam!”
kick
“Saaam”
kick
“Sammy!”
“What?!” Sam seethed, remembering that leaping out of his seat and strangling his dumbass brother in the middle of a police station was not the wisest thing to do.
“Hi,” Dean grinned as Sam rolled his eyes turning back to the meeting.
“C’mon, Sammy, can you really blame me? With you and your little handy-dandy notebook? Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too serious?” Dean tried to grabbed the notebook out of his hand but Sam quickly pulled it back.
“I’m a cop, Dean. It’s good that I’m serious.”Sam turned back into the meeting.
“…and you’ll be working the park fair. Sam! You’ll be taking the shopping center counterfeit case, alone. I’m gonna need you there doing some footwork, okay ?”
Alone? He’s only been a cop for half a year and he’s already getting his own case! Usually, he would work the beat with Dean but this was …. So. Cool! The Captain must have recognized his hard work and dedication and given him this huge opportunity. Unless this a test, one of the detectives had retired last month and they were short-sta-
BAM!
Sam rubbed the stinging spot on his head where the dry eraser had hit as the snickering around him was drowned out by Dean’s howling.
“Boy! Get your head outta your ass and get the file!” Sam scrambled out of his seat and got the file before Bobby launched another projectile.
“Quit your giggling, Winchester! Rumor has it that some of Crowley’s men have been spotted in the shipping district. So, I’m gonna need you and Milton to go there and stake the place out. Get your shit together and be ready by 6! Dismissed!”
The room slowly filed out while Sam and Dean ambled out behind them.
“Be careful out there Sammy, these people will surprise you!” Dean ruffled his hair before heading off in the same direction Milton went.
“Jerk!” Sam called after him.
“Bitch!” Dean threw back at him.
Soon after the briefing, Sam, giddy with the rush of having his first solo assignment, weaved his way amongst the exiting crowd to his desk and cracked open the case file, scanning its contents while simultaneously starting up his desktop. He quickly logged in and entered the case number into the database to pull up any further documents available; he wanted to be as prepared for this job as though his life depended on it.
Apparently, there had recently been some selective accounts of counterfeiting taking place along the Lawrence shopping center. Sam would have never suspected such a spectacle to take place at such a publicly visited area, but then he had been surprised many times before in the past. He looked into each victimized stores account then researched how to identify counterfeited bills and the process to create them so that he could cross reference any possible occurrences with recently purchased items within the county or surrounding.
Captain Singer had suggested he go visit the most recently hit locations, which he fully intended on doing just as soon as he was made certain he was ready to attack this problem from all sides. He was so enthralled by his research that he was spooked when a box was plopped in front of him. He stared at the white greasy item awhile until he turned his head at a small chuckle. It was Dean, with a smile plastered on his face as he eyed the box earnestly. The youngest blinked before looking down again to the now obvious item.
“Dude you have to try this burger it’s like the best thing I’ve ever had. “ Dean smiled leaning against the immaculate desk watching his brother open the box tentatively then make a face, “Oh yeah, sorry. I kinda couldn’t resist.”
Sam reached inside to receive the burger that he further inspected to have a large bite mark on its side, then shook his head.
“So you already checked up on the shopping center?” Dean casually questioned snatching a fry from the box.
“No, why do you ask?” Sam paused mid-bite.
“Well,” Dean whipped his phone out chewing on the straw to his drink as he quickly glanced at the screen, “don’t the stores close at six?”
Brown eyebrows shot up as he confirmed his brother’s reasoning and sprung out of his chair stuffing items into his bag.
“Shitshitshitshit.”
He took another large bite of his food then practically ran out the office.
“Can I have the rest of your- oh who cares.” Dean said to himself as he took the abandoned box.
** ** **
Sam decently sped on the highways taking full advantage of his title. When he arrived at the small shopping center he took a quick glance to his watch to see he had 15 minutes. He could do this. He pulled out the list of stores recently affected by the counterfeiting incidents and headed to the first on the page; a small convenience store with a very upset manager.
Next was an adult boutique ran by a very provocative red headed woman in her mid-forties that was quite . . . confident. He quickly thanked her and made his way to the next, arriving just in time to catch the door and was gratefully allowed in by an older woman. She told him that the cashier involved wasn’t present today and would be back tomorrow if he would be willing to follow-up. Sam accepted the offer gladly, seeing it as a good excuse to get to come back tomorrow to finish up with the rest of the stores he wasn’t able to get to today.
He thanked the woman and left the store looking down the breeze-way to the line of closed stores comparing them to his list. As he did so he saw a car pull in rather hastily and saw a heavily clothed person exit and come up to one of the stores he had been examining. He watched a moment more before looking back to his papers, looking up when he heard an exaggerated sigh.
** ** **
Y/N cursed as they saw that the convenience store had closed and that she would have to use the ATM to withdraw money. There was one located nearby and it was everything Y/N did to smoothly make their way up to it, keeping the dark leather messenger close.
“Excuse me?” A rather large man approached, a nice small smile on his stubbled jaw.
“Yes?” Y/N managed after a moment.
“I’m sorry to be bothering you, but I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?” He asked as he reached into his jacket retrieving something.
“Uhhh, sure.” Was the slow reply as skeptical eyes watched the man’s movements.
It wasn’t until he displayed the small leather bound gold insignia did Y/N’s hairs stand on end.
“Good, may I ask your name?” He produced a pen and notepad.
Struck by the question and sudden revelation that this man was indeed a cop, halted any and or all brain processes.
“Hello? Are you alright?” The detective scowled a bit as he seemed to notice the shift in mood in the pedestrian.
“Yes! Uh-yes. I-I’m sorry what was your question.” Y/N waved and laughed in mock silliness.
The brown haired man’s eyes narrowed as he reassessed this increasingly interesting character. They clutched at their bag aggressively, almost trying to obscure his view of the battered object.
“Your name?” He repeated a little warily.
“Y/N.”
With the nod of his head, he wrote it down causing an uneasiness to pass through the young onlooker. “So, do you commonly visit the area and its stores?” He continued looking straight into Y/N’s eyes.
“Yes! I mean no! I-I only come to meet people here?!” Y/N smile split their face as sweat chilled their forehead.
“What kind of people? Friends?” He scribbled something down as he casually asked the next question.
“What kind of people? Uh-“, why was it so difficult to answer these simple questions?
The detective slowly looked up at the sudden pause, surprised at the terror-stricken face molding this young individual’s face. He waited a moment longer before shoving his pen and pad into a coat pocket, then approached the individual carefully.
“It’s okay, I’m just asking some questions. I know it can be scary being put on the spot by a person of authority.” He smiled softly hunching slightly to make himself look smaller.
The man’s eyes were yielding as they held the almost shaking teacher’s eyes.
Y/n stared into his warm hazel eyes and her muscles still refused to relax. What the hell is wrong with me? She shook herself internally before reaching into the side pocket of her bag, “here’s my ID.”
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! DON’T MOVE! POLICE! GET YOUR HANDS UP!” A gruff voice yelled from behind her and she froze. Her gaze darting up to the police officer in front of her.
He was at full height with his brows scrunched together as he stared over her head. “Milton? What the hell are you doing?”
“Am I supposed to put my hands up?” She squeaked.
The officer’s face smoothed out as he looked at her, “no. You’re fine.”
The passenger door creaked opened and Jo stepped out from the car. “Umm, Y/n? What's going on?”
“HEY! YOU BY THE CAR DON’T TAKE ANOTHER STEP AND YOU, HUGE OVERCOAT, GET THOSE HANDS UP! NOW!”
Y/n jerked her hand from her bag and thrust both hands high into the air but felt the bag’s weight give way from her shoulder. Her gaze dropped to the sidewalk in front of her and watched her bag crash to the ground. Her heart rate skyrocketed as some of the contents spilled from under the leather flap that just moments ago she had been clutching close to her side.
NO! The word bounced around inside her skull. She desperately wanted to cover her sins spread out over the pavement but was too terrified to move.
“Ah, y/n? Is that what I think it is?” Jo leaned down staring at the pages.
The officer in front of her whispered, “don't worry. I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding and I'm going to fix it. Okay? Nothing to be worried about. Is it okay if I pat you down just to prove to him that he’s making a huge mistake?”
She peeked out and nodded, trying to avoid looking at the papers on the ground and silently hoping she could brush them under the bag before the nice officer and the jackass behind her saw anything. “My name’s Sam. What’s yours?” He patted her down, his hands barely touching her.
“Y/n. I'm a school teacher.” She blurted.
He smiled, “that's a really important job.”
“Thanks.” Without even realizing it, her nerves had dissipated and she was no longer shaking.
“I'm going to let him know.” He stood to his full height again and called out, “she’s clean!”
“What the hell is she wearing that big coat for?”
“Who cares. She's an American citizen, she can wear whatever she wants.”
“Umm, can someone tell me why he’s still pointing a gun at my friend?” Jo piped up and stepped towards the papers sensing her friend's discomfort and planning to stuff them back in the bag.
“Hey Miss? Can you take a step back?”
Another voice joined the party. Y/n glanced over her shoulder. And another gun. What the hell did we just walk into?
“Dean?” Sam’s eyes narrowed in confusion and she noticed movement behind him just beside the convenience store.
“Hey Sammy.” His brother drawled with a quick glance down. Sam’s gaze was drawn to his brother’s right hand that was tucked next to this thigh and tense around his trusty 1911. “Remember that football game where I threw you that beautiful spiral and you weaved right at exactly the right time?”
“But…” I never played. The thought clicked in Sam’s head and within a millisecond, he knew what his brother was telling him. Get to the right. Sam grabbed y/n and spun to the right with a twirl that resembled a dance move. The gunshot cracked the air and then a second followed. Sam whipped out his gun and pointed toward the corner of the store where the second gunshot came from.
“Milton, you stay here and protect these two. Don't shoot any innocents.” Dean stalked toward the corner and met his brother just at the edge. He met Sam’s eye and with an unspoken countdown, they burst into the alley in a move that had been drilled over and over until it was a smooth muscle memory that didn't need thought.
A man in a black trench coat lay bleeding on the ground with his eyes closed and his head turned away from them. Dean glanced at his brother before moving forward to kick the gun away and check for a pulse. Dean was leaning over the body when Sam saw the prone man’s arm muscles tense and then his hand drew a gun from underneath the coat.
“DEAN!” Sam aimed at the man’s shoulder and pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot ricocheted around the alleyway. The man’s gun clattered to the ground as he groaned.
“Nice shooting, Tex.” Dean stepped over the man and kicked the other gun away. “Got any more surprises, asshole?” Dean leaned down again pulling his handcuffs from his waistband and slapping it on the man’s wrists. “And I'm gonna be a nice guy and not roll you over and shove your face in your own blood. Asshat.”
Dean stood and pulled his phone out to call in the incident and an ambulance. They heard the sirens before Dean ended the call. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and walked to his brother.
“We should check on Y/n and her friend.” Sam turned and started back out of the alleyway.
“First name basis, eh? Who is she?”
Sam smiled, “a school teacher.”
“Ah, that explains it.” Dean chuckled as they walked out and found the sidewalk empty except for her bag and the sketches in front of it.
The front door to the convenience store opened and Milton came out followed by the two women. “Did you get him?” Milton asked but Sam’s gaze was drawn to Y/n, her eyes on the drawings at his feet.
He bent over and tucked them together before scooping it up. He straightened and she stood stiffly in front of him, her shoulders hunched, hands fidgeting, and her eyes downcast.
“Is that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter… in romantic embrace?” Her face reddened even further and he held them out to her. Her eyes finally met his and he grinned. “It’s really good. I mean, it looks really good.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve always loved art.”
“Hey, is this Hermione and that little sister chick?” Dean chuckled, “yeah, the red headed clan of wizards, right?”
Sam and Y/n’s head snapped to the side staring wide eyed at Dean. “You know Harry Potter?” They both said in unison then glanced at each other. Y/n felt her face heat up and she brushed some hair behind her ear.
“What? I read. And saw a movie or two.”
Jo sidled up next to Dean almost forgetting the picture she held in her hand. She plucked the sketch from Dean’s hand. “Ginny Weasley? Harry sure does get around.” She chuckled waving the picture she found with Ron and Hermione together. “When did you start doing these, Y/n?”
She wished a hole would appear and swallow her up but felt drawn back to Sam’s warm gaze. “I like finding the different pairings, the ones that bring out different aspects of a person.”
She noticed some red in Sam’s cheeks but couldn't tell if he was blushing or if they had been that way when they had come out of the alley. “You don't have to explain anything.” His lips stretching into a beautifully shy smile.
“Nope. But you know who does have some explaining to do?” Dean said as he turned to Milton. “What the hell is wrong with you pointing that gun at an innocent woman?”
“But… She had a… black overcoat on.” He stuttered.
“SHE being the keyword. The tip said A MAN from Crowley’s crew. Next time maybe listen for all the fucking details, okay?” Dean stared him down then pointed to the alley, “go watch him until medical gets here.”
Sam picked up Y/n’s bag and handed to her. “Here. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. If there’s anything we could do to make this up to…”
“When do you get off?” Jo interrupted as she strolled over to Y/n, her gaze bouncing in between the good looking cop and her friend picking up on the obvious attraction. “We were planning to go have a few drinks maybe talk to a couple of responsible good looking guys and get some dinner. You know if you’re not busy.”
“What if we already had dates?” Dean smirked at the blonde.
She slipped her arm around Y/n while quirking her brow at Dean, “do you?”
Sam gaze never left Y/n. “Could I accompany you to dinner?”
Y/n smiled as heat flooded into her face again for a completely different reason. “I think it’s the least I could do for someone who probably saved me from whatever that guy would've done. And of course, not making fun of my…” Her gaze dropped to her bag.
“Fan art?” Sam offered.
She chuckled as she met his gaze again. “Fan art, yeah. I like that.”
“So, what is up with the overcoats anyway? What are you hiding under there?” Dean asked Jo.
She zipped her jacket down showing off a bit of her revealing dress. “We work at a pre-school. Parents don't exactly want to see their kids’ teachers dressed like this.”
“Nice.” Dean said with an appreciative smile.
Y/n rolled her eyes at her friend’s obvious play at matchmaking. Maybe it was all the adrenaline and the aftermath of her nerves but Y/n found herself laughing and staring into gorgeous eyes who knew her secret and didn't seem to be offended. Tonight might just be a good night after all.
Okay, so I finally think I can pull it off; a collaborative writing project with all the lovely writers out there (and anyone who would like to become a writer (read second to last paragraph))!
So, if you don’t know what this is, let me explain :)
We will gather up a bunch of people who feel interested and group them up to write a one shot (or more if they’d feel so inclined!) together. The fashion of which the group writes is completely up to them, but I want everyone to participate, even if it’s not evenly (or the group will be disqualified). This will be on google docs, so please make sure you have an account.
I will take 12-40 people, so make sure to hurry!
The groups will be as followed: (sorry if yours is filled, but please still sign up)
1) Dean x Reader (one spot available)
2) Sam x Reader (one spot available)
3) Cas x Reader (two spots available)
~~~(if enough join in)~~~
4) Crowley x Reader (four spots available)
5) Destiel (four spots available)
6) Sabriel (four spots available)
7) Non Reader Insert Pairing (four spots available)
8) Other (side character of choice) x Reader (three spots available)
** There is a possibility there will be more than one group for numbers seven and eight, just depending on what you all want and how many we get in.
Please send in asks to @gabrielfallstonight or @grumpy-kittycas with which group you’d like to be in plus the type of writing you normally do (fluff, angst, or smut). Please also send in your google email (or the email you’d like me to share the doc with). I will have access to all fics, but will not jump in unless asked to.
First come, first serve, but I will try to get everyone what they want. Reblogging this post will definitely get you more brownie points ;)
Tagging some of my favorite writers, @demondean-for-kingofhell @too-many-fanfics-you-ass@holywaterbucketchallenge @just-a-touch-of-crowley @kazchester-fanfiction@justanotherdeangirl25 @blacktithe7 @spnsimpleman @ruby-loves-supernatural and really anyone who would like to :)
Note: Even if you don’t think your a good writer, join! Co-writing is the best time to learn and improve, plus it’s unbelievably fun AND you get to meet all these amazing people while writing about something you have passion in! But if you really feel uncomfortable, message my personal blog (@grumpy-kittycas) and I’ll set up a group for newbies.
Okay, so I finally think I can pull it off; a collaborative writing project with all the lovely writers out there (and anyone who would like to become a writer (read second to last paragraph))!
So, if you don’t know what this is, let me explain :)
We will gather up a bunch of people who feel interested and group them up to write a one shot (or more if they’d feel so inclined!) together. The fashion of which the group writes is completely up to them, but I want everyone to participate, even if it’s not evenly (or the group will be disqualified). This will be on google docs, so please make sure you have an account.
I will take 12-40 people, so make sure to hurry!
The groups will be as followed:
1) Dean x Reader
2) Sam x Reader
3) Cas x Reader
~~~(if enough join in)~~~
4) Crowley x Reader
5) Destiel
6) Sabriel
7) Non Reader Insert Pairing
8) Other (side character of choice) x Reader
** There is a possibility there will be more than one group for numbers seven and eight, just depending on what you all want and how many we get in.
Please send in asks to @gabrielfallstonight or @grumpy-kittycas with which group you’d like to be in plus the type of writing you normally do (fluff, angst, or smut). Please also send in your google email (or the email you’d like me to share the doc with). I will have access to all fics, but will not jump in unless asked to.
First come, first serve, but I will try to get everyone what they want. Reblogging this post will definitely get you more brownie points ;)
Tagging some of my favorite writers, @demondean-for-kingofhell @too-many-fanfics-you-ass @holywaterbucketchallenge @just-a-touch-of-crowley @kazchester-fanfiction @justanotherdeangirl25 @blacktithe7 @spnsimpleman @ruby-loves-supernatural and really anyone who would like to :)
Note: Even if you don’t think your a good writer, join! Co-writing is the best time to learn and improve, plus it’s unbelievably fun AND you get to meet all these amazing people while writing about something you have passion in! But if you really feel uncomfortable, message my personal blog (@grumpy-kittycas) and I’ll set up a group for newbies.
