Nervous.
Pairing: Samxreader, Deanxsoulmate!reader, crowleyxdaughter!reader Word count: 6,356 Originally Co-authored with : @reigningqueenofwords Warnings: smut, fluff, nsfw gifs. Original post date : April 30th 2016
Chapter 17 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
Finally, the day you were to marry Sam was there. The boys were at the other end of the bunker with your father, while Charlie helped you into your (skin tight) dress. You felt gorgeous in it. The seamstress had done an amazing job. Charlie’s dress was knee length, flirty, black, with an emerald green sash.
Charlie had done your hair for you. She did it in loose curls, pinning a few parts back. You were wearing the necklace that Dean had given you, and a pair of dangling ruby earrings. Your heels were a simple black.
You were shaking slightly as you held your roses. You’d been beyond excited, but still. You were getting married! You’d only been engaged about two months at this point, but you were hunters. You had to take life by the reigns.
Hearing a knock on the door, Charlie answered it, and Crowley walked in. “You look stunning.” He kissed your cheek. “Now, I haven’t told Moose, but I’ve booked your honeymoon. This way you can snap the two of you over after. You’ll be staying in a lovely little beach house, on a private beach, in Hawaii.” You grinned and hugged him tight.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I must admit, I actually like hearing you call me that. Makes up for lost time.” He chuckled as he pulled away. “Now, I think we have a wedding to attend, Love.”
Charlie gave you a thumbs up as she scurried out the door ahead of you to take her position.
You took a deep breath as you stood at the end of the isle. The two of you started the walk, and you felt your eyes watering already. Sam looked so handsome in his tux, and his smile could light up the darkest room. Even Dean was beaming.
Once you reached the alter, Crowley placed your hands in Sam’s. The officiant was one of Crowley’s men. For now, at least. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of Y/N Y/L/N, and Samuel Winchester. Do you, Y/N, take Sam to be your lawfully wedded husband. For sickness, and in health, for richer, for poorer, as long as you both shall live?”
You grinned at Sam. “Hell yes, I do.” Charlie handed you the ring to slip on Sam’s finger.
“Do you, Sam, take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife. In sickness, and in health. For richer, and for poorer, so long as you both shall live?”
There was so much love, pride and joy in his eyes as he looked down at you. “Of course, I do.”
Dean pulled the other ring out of his pocket, handing it to his brother. a tear rolled down your cheek as his slid it over your finger.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Kansas, I now pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Your hand pulled him by the back of the neck to kiss him. His hands went to your waist. Dean cheered, Charlie was…Charlie, and you heard your father clapping. Pulling away, you couldn’t stop smiling.
He turned you, holding up your hands between you, making you laugh.
The wedding cake was in the kitchen, and you had left that design up to your father. It was three tiered, chocolate, white frosting, with a lace like design to match your dress. The two of you cut it and smashed it in each other’s faces, laughing. “Hey! I wanna kiss the bride!” Charlie declared, pulling you in for a chaste kiss, getting frosting all over. You laughed, shaking your head at her. “Yummy.”
The whole thing was small and lovely. Both boys couldn’t stop smiling and staring. When you saw Charlie grabbing more cake, you reminded her that she didn’t need to go crazy there would be another in 2 weeks.
She waved her hand at you. “Plenty of time to finish this bad boy. And a good cake is like a fine lady. No such thing as too much.” Dean gave her a high five.
You laughed. “Remember, there will also be pie…” Dean’s face lit up at that.
“Congratulations.” You heard Cas behind you. Turning, you smiled. “I heard it’s customary to bring small appliances to a wedding.” He handed you a brand new toaster.
You pecked his cheek. “Thank you, Cas. That’s sweet.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled before turning to Dean. “Dean, are you doing alright?”
“Yeah, I’m great, why?”
“Well, because Y/N is leaving on her honeymoon with Sam for a week. I hear that most of that time is spent in bed.” He said, making your face turn red. “Will you be jealous for that week?” You groaned, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him away.
“Cas, sweetie, that’s not something you ask, okay?” You said gently. “Dean and I get married in two weeks in hell. Then we’re going on our own honeymoon, and then he’ll have me for a week. So, don’t ask Sam that at that wedding.” He nodded. “Thank you. Now, let’s save them from my dad.”
When it was time for you and Sam to leave, you smiled looking around. Cas was dancing with Charlie. He was having trouble doing the moves she tried to teach him, but he was having a blast trying. Crowley said one last toast, you and Sam thanked everyone, and then you both made your way to the front door, where you had left your luggage.
“Wait!” Dean came running. He hugged his brother. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”
Sam smiled. “There’s nothing you wouldn’t do.”
“Exactly” He winked. Then he turned to you, and kissed you softly on the cheek. “Have fun, beautiful.” You smiled and hugged him tight.
“Behave, Dean.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have Charlie keeping me in line.” You gave him look that told him that wasn’t reassuring at all. He laughed. “Go on, get out of here.”
“Hey, where are we going anyways?” Sam asked grabbing the suitcase.
“Wedding gift from my dad. You’ll like it.” and you snapped your fingers.
A moment later, you were standing in a lovely beach cottage. “Wow.”
“Private beach in Hawaii.” You grinned. “All. Ours.”
His hands pulled you closer by your waist, smiling down on you. “Oh, really, Mrs. Winchester?” The both of you were beaming.
“Why, yes, Mr. Winchester.”
“Sounds kinky.” He smirked.
You played with his tie. “Are you trying to tell me you want me to call you that…” You looked up at him through your lashes.
He leaned down, kissing you, his arousal already evident. “I wouldn’t object to it.” He bit your lip lightly. “You look so fucking sexy in this dress.”
“Thank you. You look down right fuckable in your tux.” You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, not caring where it landed. He slipped your dress down, biting his lip and moaning when your chest was free. When it hit the floor, you stepped out of it. Now you were in your heels, and a lace black thong. “I plan on keeping these heels on…”
He groaned as he grabbed you by your ass, lifting you. Your legs went around his waist while your mouth sought out his. You rolled your hips, your fingers gripping his shoulders. Pulling away, you bit your lip. “We can do slow and loving later. Just fuck me, Mr. Winchester.”
Sam’s eyes darkened, full of lust. He maneuvered you off to the side a bit, holding you up with one arm. His free hand undid his pants and pushed them down far enough to free his erection. Once you were back above it, he pushed the fabric of your thong aside and thrust into you. Your head fell back as you moaned.
“Oh fuck Sam.” Your hand went into his hair. You gave it a tug and heard a growl from deep in his throat. He lifted you up with ease, slamming you back down. His hands squeezed your ass, and you just knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. It made you even wetter for him.
Sam was going between watching your face, and your chest. He backed up towards the bed and moved the two of you so you were straddling him. “Come on baby, ride my cock.” He ordered you.
“Yes, sir.” You moaned. One of your hands rested on his chest, the other played with your nipple. You could see how it was effecting him, his hands on your thighs. He gripped your thighs hard, finger tips digging in as you bounced on him.
You leaned forward, slipping your tongue in his mouth as you switched from bouncing, to rolling your hips. He moaned onto your mouth and slapped your ass. You were so close, grinding down on him. You pulled away from his mouth slightly, looking him in the eyes. He held you up by your ass and pounded into you. “Fuck! Sam!” You screamed out his name. He thrust into you one more time, hard, and groaned. His head fell back, his eyes shut.
He let you down as you both tried to catch your breath. You put your head on his chest and chuckled. “I would not arguing spending our honeymoon just like that.”
“Were you planning on doing anything else?”
You chuckled. “there’s a beautiful beach right outside..”
“Yeah, I guess I can fuck you out there too” he winked.
You laughed. “I’m so happy to be able to call you my husband, Sam.” Your fingers played with his buttons. “I never thought I’d get married, ya know, with my past. And then you helped me. Pulled me from a dark place. Now look at me. I’m laying with you, in Hawaii, on our honeymoon.”
He kissed the top of your head. “I only hoped I could one day get married. And even in my wildest dreams, I never could imagine anything like you.”
You blushed. “I love you, Sammy.”
His arms tightened around you. “I love you more.”
“I was scared I was going to lose you that day…” You admitted. “I don’t want to think what life would be like without you.”
“I’m too stubborn to just give you up.” he was trying to keep things light. When it obviously wasn’t working, you felt his cheek against the top of your head as he spoke.“I was terrified. “
You shifted to laying on your stomach. “I’m sorry you found out that way. Cas is still trying to figure out who wanted me paired with Dean, and why. I told him that I wanted to rip their throat out.” You chuckled.
“Well, things worked out for the best. Once all this crazy wedding stuff is over.. I was thinking the three of us could build a more family friendly home near the bunker. I don’t think raising kids there is a good idea.”
“Well, it’ll be some time before kids, and I haven’t even had that discussion with Dean..” Your fingers drew idly on whatever flesh you could reach.
“I want kids.” He smiled. “And I know you want kids. So, whenever it’s all figured out, and you’re ready, just let me know.”
You chuckled. “You’re just waiting to be a daddy. Aren’t you?” Sam seemed to be the kind of guy that would be a damn near perfect father.
“I might be pretty damn excited about it. I won’t lie.”
You looked up at his smile, and those dimples of his, and your ovaries almost exploded. “Don’t start the baby fever yet, Sammy. Let’s get everything sorted and settled first.”
He laughed. “Well, yeah. Where would we put one now? Between the ammo and books?” You laughed, knowing he was teasing. “Besides, then I couldn’t hear those sounds you make ….” He smirked.
“I guess the bunker will be too loud for a kid.“ You agreed. You leaned forward kissing him softly. Your fingers brushing along his cheek.
You glanced at the glass doors. “Let’s go watch the sunset.” You slid off the bed and grabbed his tux jacket. Slipping it on, you walked over to the doors and opened them.
He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing the side of your head. “Hey, after this” he whispered in your ear, “Lets get naked and run into the ocean.” You giggled and nodded.
Snapping your fingers, you had your digital camera. Holding it up, you both smiled. You took a few, him kissing your cheek, and then making you laugh. “I want to be able to look back at these pictures and have something to show our kids.”
Sam took the camera from you, and snapped a picture of the sunset beach. “Lets take some later, just for us.” His voice was low in your ear, it sent a shiver up your spine. You turned, to kiss him but he moved away. “Don’t move.” he smiled, before snapping a picture of you. “Perfect.” You blushed pulling him back to you. You took a picture of you kissing, sunset in the background, before putting the camera inside.
“So, how does it feel to officially be a Prince of Hell?” You teased, our arms around his waist, looking up at him. “I mean, if I ever have to rule, you will be one of the Kings…. Hunter to King of Hell. What a leap!”
He laughed. “And here I though I could just be a trophy husband.”
You gave his ass a squeeze. “You could do both. Just stand there looking pretty, and scary.”
“My dream job.”
“You did well when I was playing Queen for a few days.” You smirked. “You and Dean can be my attack husbands.” You laughed.
Sam’s head went back as he laughed. “Oh God. Juliet.” He looked at you.
“Oh yeah. I should probably work on that relationship….” You made a face, knowing they hated each other.
“I don’t think that he’ll ever like her.”
You nodded. “I can at least get it so Juliet doesn’t want to take a bite out of him, and that he doesn’t want to bolt when she’s near.”
“You could try..”
“Hey, we got her to not hate you, right?” He shrugged. “We just need him more comfortable around Franky, and Juliet won’t be far behind. Now come on, didn’t you say something about running into the ocean naked?” His jacket fell from your shoulders. His eyes lit up as he watched you backing slowly away from him, your thong falling to the ground, followed by you pulling off your heels. He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trying to move quickly.
You laughed and turned running to the water. once his shirt was off, he chased after you discarding the rest of his clothes as he went. The waves hit you, slowing you down a bit. With his long legs, he caught up in no time. Sam grabbed you from behind and spun you around before you both fell in the water.
You both splashed, and goofed off for a while before melting back into each others arms. When your lips met his, he moaned softly and picked you up, carrying you back towards the cottage.
You snapped your fingers and a blanket appeared in the sand, half way between you and the front door. “Too far.” you whispered against his lips.
“God, how did I get so lucky?” He growled as he placed you on the blanket, holding himself above you. He kissed you gently, his fingers moving over your skin. Sam slowly entered you, not pulling away from your lips. You simply melted into each other, pouring all the love into every movement that you could.
The week went by far too quickly. And you didn’t spend it all in bed. You guys had visited other islands, and towns. Even hiked up to Kilauea, which Sam quiet enjoyed. You were a little iffy about the thing exploding lava around you. Sam didn’t want to leave, he grumbled as you made him double check you weren’t forgetting anything.
“But I enjoyed having you all to myself.” He pulled you close and nibbled on your neck causing you to giggle. When he heard your fingers snap, he sighed. “Honey, we’re home!” He called out to Dean, making you laugh.
Dean came running out, and swooped you up into his arms. “I missed you.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Missed you too, Dean.” Charlie waved a hand before giving Sam a hug. “Did you get me anything?”
“Dean! it was their Honeymoon!” Charlie shot him a dirty look.
“I was joking!” he said putting his hands up.
“Actually…” You handed him a piece of paper.
“What’s this?” he asked before opening it.
“Hawaiian pie recipe.” He looked like a kid who was handed the keys to a chocolate factory. “I know you’ve never had it, so I found it and thought I would try making it one day.”
He kissed you softly. “Thank you.”
Kissing Dean was still new to you, so you always seemed to blush after. “You’re welcome.”
Charlie came over and pulled you away. “I want to hear all about it! Let the boys chat their way!” You laughed as you were all but shoved into another room.
Sitting at the kitchen table, you smirked at her. “Okay. What do you want to know?” You laughed.
Sam and Dean watched the two of you walk out, and then followed for a moment. Sam poked his head in. “We’re gonna hit up the bar as kind of a mini bachelor party and catch up. Call if you need us!” He smiled at you.
“If it’s a bachelor party, call my dad!” You told him. Sam gave you a look. “Just talk about sex first.” You laughed. “You guys are his son-in-laws. Might as well make nice.”
“Fine.” Sam sighed dramatically. You stuck your tongue out before they left.
Dean drove them to the bar in town, figuring there was no use going somewhere pricey. There was nothing wrong with close, and cheap. “So, man, how was the honeymoon?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at his brother once they sat at a table.
Sam smiled as the waitress brought them drinks. “Perfect.”
You pulled out two packs of pictures. You peeked in one and went “Nope not that one.” and handed her the other.
“What’s that one?” she smiled, a glint in her eye as she pulled out your honeymoon pictures.
“Let’s just say.. those are Sam’s favorite.” She eyed the package casually, making you laugh. “Maybe you can see one or two later.”
She nudged you with her shoulder and started flipping through the pictures as you talked all about them.
Dean swirled his beer a bit before taking a swig. “I’m actually kinda, uh, nervous…for ours.” He chuckled.
“Really? You? You’ve never been nervous with a woman in your life.”
“She’s different. This is different.” He shrugged. “This isn’t some one night stand. It’s the beginning of our life together.” He sighed. “It’s not like we’ve slept together, so I don’t know what she likes.”
Sam shook his head. “I’m sure you can figure it out.” He told his big brother.
Chuckling, Dean licked his lips. “That’s actually half the reason I asked about your honeymoon. Give me an idea… Although I’m sure we won’t be going to Hawaii.”
“You want tips on how to bang my wife?” He teased.
“Actually, yes, I would.” A passing waitress looked at them funny and walked away shaking her head.
Sam finished his beer and thought how to best answer it. “Well, we weren’t in the room five minutes and I was fucking her in her heels and lace thong. I was still fully dressed.” He shrugged. “And then again on the beach an hour or so later. In the shower…Pretty much everywhere we could.” Sam smirked.
“That…was so not helpful.”
“Usually, she likes it rough. I don’t have to hold back. But, she also enjoys just taking our time, not rushing through it. You’ll have to see what works best for you two.” Sam sighed. “This is beyond weird.” He laughed.
Dean nodded. “I’m sure this’ll pass.”
Sam played with his napkin. “It’ll have to. Hunters may not live long, but we’re gonna have to work together to make all this work.” He pointed out. “We actually discussed that. I suggested building a more family friendly house ourselves, as neither of us want to raise kids in the bunker. She said that it isn’t for awhile, and that she wanted to approach that topic with you. Since you guys haven’t. I told her I’d let you two figure that out, and I’m ready when she is.” He grinned.
“You really want kids, huh, Sam?” Dean smiled, watching how his brother’s face lit up. “You do that, and I’ll just practice making them.” He winked.
Sam chuckled and finished his beer. “Anything else you want to know before I call Crowley?”
You and Charlie were sipping on fruity drinks you had snapped up, when Crowley appeared.
He smiled. “Did you have a good time, Love?”
“I did, Daddy, thank you.” You got up and hugged him. “I have pictures.”
He sat down next to Charlie, and snapped himself his favorite whiskey as she handed him the pictures. He smiled down at them, seeing how happy you were. “Are you ready to do it again?” He asked when he was done, looking up at you.
You bit your lip. “I’m a bit nervous.. I mean, I’ve been with Sam for months.. And in love wit him for years. It was so natural.. But with Dean.. I mean, we’ve never..”
Charlie’s eyebrows went up. Crowley waved a hand. “I don’t need to hear it, Love. And I’m sure it’ll be perfect. Where are Moose and Squirrel anyways?”
“The bar. They wanted to get some things talked about and out of the way before calling you. Probably stuff you’d rather not hear about your daughter.”
He glanced over at Charlie who shrugged. “Us girls were just getting to that talk.”
He made a face and got up. “I’ll head out then, Darling. You’re right, some things a father doesn’t need to hear.“ He kissed your forehead.
Dean was about to open his mouth when Crowley appeared. “Never mind, Sam.” He laughed. “Hey, Crowley.”
Crowley sat down and scanned the bar. “I just came from seeing Y/N.” He told them. “I saw the pictures, Moose, she looked happy in all of them.” He ignored how Sam’s cheeks tinted slightly. “And then it was clear that I didn’t want to be around for the next part of the conversation. So, is this supposed to be your bachelor party?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Dean.
“I guess, kinda.”
“I’m surprised you’re not at a strip club or something.”
Dean wasn’t sure if that was a trap or what. He shrugged. “This is close, I don’t have to spend a fortune, and it won’t make Y/N uncomfortable.”
Sam laughed. “Dean, she kissed Charlie at our wedding, and as much as she flirts with Charlie, I’m sure she won’t care about a lap dance.”
Before Dean could say anything, Crowley snapped his fingers. And they were in a strip club. Sam looked around noting signs were in french. Crowley smiled. “Welcome to Montreal, boys.” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother, and Dean grinned. “If you don’t like the girls here, there’s more strip clubs on this street then you can visit in a night.”
“Charlie is gonna be so mad she missed this.” Dean grinned. He looked like a kid in a candy store. There were scantly clad women everywhere he looked. There were two currently on stage, making him bite his lip. “I’ll go get drinks.” He said, getting up and heading towards the bar.
Shaking his head, Sam chuckled. “So, can I get a hint where their honeymoon is going to be?”
“I was thinking Cancun.” Crowley told him.
“You’re going to send Dean to Cancun? This time of year? It’s going to be jam packed with drunk, promiscuous, scantly clad sorority chicks.” He joked.
Crowley smirked. “I am the King of Hell, son. I sent you to the bloody arctic half naked. I can’t very well give my daughter away without him going though some form of torture.” Sam stared at him. “Besides. I’ve seen the way he looks at her Moose. I don’t think it will be a problem. He has the same look in his eye you do.”
Sam was slightly surprised to hear that. He knew that you were his soul mate, but Dean was…well…Dean. “Thank you, Crowley. For all of this. I honestly expected some type of mob hit before we got married.” He laughed.
“Oh, believe me, that day I saw her heart break I thought about it. And it would have been worse than anything the mob could think up.” Crowley admitted as Dean was walking back. “But, I knew I had to find a solution that wouldn’t end up with my head on the copping block.”
Dean handed them each a drink. “The bartender, Candy? She wanted me to tell you that she loves a man in a good suit.” He said, taking a swig of his beer. Crowley’s eyebrows went up.
“Wow. For once it’s not Dean getting woman throwing themselves at him.” Sam acted shocked.
“Eh, the other one tried.” He shrugged.
Crowley smirked, “Time to brush up on my french a bit, boys.” and he got up from the table. Sam and Dean laughed.
Dean looked back over his shoulder at Crowley and the bartender, then back to Sam. “I bet you twenty bucks we have to get Cas to bring us home.”
“You’re on.” Sam agreed, shaking Dean’s hand.
You and Charlie were quite giggly by this point, as you talked about the past week. Her and Dean had a good time hanging out. As you had suspected, almost all of the cake was gone. You had a feeling that’s what their diet had consisted of while you were gone.
“You said you never…ya know…with Dean…right?” She asked. You nodded, blushing. “Why?”
“Now? Or in general?”
She laughed. “Since you two decided to tie the night in Hell.”
You thought how to best answer it. “I’m not sure. I think we’re still getting used to going from best friends, to more than that. I mean, Sam and I were literally locked in a room for us to happen. I’ve slept in Dean’s room with him plenty of times in the past 9 years, but nothing’s ever happened.” You shrugged. “Besides, I don’t mind. I actually kind of like the idea that the first time we have sex will be after we get married.”
“Awe. Aren’t you adorable?”
“Shut up, Charlie.” you laughed, leaning your head on her shoulder. She raised her eyebrows at you. “Alright Charlie, you can see some of the pictures.”
Charlie clapped her hands and squealed. You went through them, taking out a couple that you didn’t want to share, basically the ones you had taken of or with Sam. and showed her the rest. They were you in seductive poses, or lingerie. One of you naked by the window reading a book. “You are HOT” she commented. You blushed, and got up for another drink.
Hearing your phone go off, you opened the message and laughed. “Oh my God.” Charlie looked over at you. “My dad brought the boys to a strip club. And it looks like one of the bartenders has taken a liking to him.”
“No!” She gasped. You showed her the message. They had included a picture of Crowley leaning on the bar, talking. “Daddy Crowley got game.”
Scrunching your nose, you shook your head. “I’d rather not think about that….” You spilled some drink on your shirt. “Damn it.. now I need to change.” You pulled off your shirt and started walking towards the rooms, then stopped. “Feel like playing in a closet big enough for an army to live in?”
“Can I try on your fancy princess dresses?”
You laughed. “Of course.”
“Then yes! Though.. I must say, I feel like we should have strippers too..”
You laughed. “If I strip for you, will it make you happy?”
She shrugged, “It’s you getting married again, not me.”
“Then you can strip.” You both giggled as you linked arms and snapped.
Once in your room, you pulled her to your closet. Pulling it open, you watched her mouth fall open. “Holy hell.” She gasped.
You nodded. “Would you like a map?” You teased.
“Do you actually have one?” She looked at you, wide eyed.
“No. But, I can tell you where everything is.”
You both walked in, pulling out things for each of you to try on. Once your bed had a pile of dresses, and shoes, you two stripped down to your underwear. “Feel like teasing the boys?” You asked, grinning.
“Uh, yeah!” She giggled.
Grabbing her hand, you pulled her close. “Move your bra strap.” You told her, doing the same. Putting your arm around her waist to hold her close, you took a selfie, cutting it off right above your bra. You showed her and she lost it. You sent it to both boys before tossing the phone on your bed. “I think you should try this on first.” You handed her a light blue ball gown.
“Is there a matching tiara?” she joked.
You stood up for a minute. “Actually… I have no idea what I have.” She laughed, not surprised. “There are drawers back there that I never opened. I assumed it was jewelry or something, but since I don’t really wear any…”
Charlie put the dress down as you both made you way into the closet to open the drawers. You were right, Jewelry. But one drawer had 4 very different tiaras in it. “You really are a damn princess.” she laughed.
You picked one up and placed it on her head. “Now, so are you.”
She picked up another one and placed it on your head, and let your hair fall loose around it. She bit her lip looking at you. “Should I add the tiara to my honeymoon bag?” you asked her. She nodded. You heard your phone go off, and as you made your way back out towards the bed, you slip on heels. You smiled back at her “Who needs a dress?”
“Apparently not you!” She laughed. “I still say you should marry me, too. Get the complete set. Collect us all. Whatever.”
“What are you? Pokemon?” You laughed. Reading the text you shook your head. “Dean said no fair, and of course asked for more pictures.” Being a smart ass, you sat down on the edge of the bed, and took a picture of your legs, crossed. It stopped mid thigh, and showed off your heels. “He never said what kind.”
She laughed, “Here let me take the next one, go stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom.” You went and she posed you, she ran back to the closet for black heels of her own, then sat cross legged on the tub. She held your phone so it would be a full body picture of you, with your back reflected behind you in the mirror, but also get her in the shot, half naked in heels in front of you. After she took the picture she smiled. “He’s going to flip.” Your jaw dropped when you saw it.
Dean choked on his beer when he got the next picture. “You okay there, buddy?” Sam laughed.
“Check your phone.” He breathed out in reply.
Crowley walked back to the table. “What’s wrong with Squirrel?” He asked, sitting down.
Sam opened the message, and had basically the same reaction as Dean. “Wow.” He grinned.
“I know, right? I’m jealous!” Dean agreed, replying with just that.
“I’m guessing that I don’t bloody want to know.”
Dean shook his head. “So. How’d things go with Candy?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“She gets off work in an hour. At which point, you two will be back at the bunker.” He had a devious glint in his eye.
You got a text, quickly followed by another.
“They like it?” she grinned.
“They did.” you smiled, and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth. “Thanks for that. Also, apparently my dad is heading our way in about an hour with his hot date named… Candy?” Charlie laughed. “I can easily get all this stuff in your room at the bunker and we can keep playing not-dress-up if you want.” She smiled. You both walked out to the bathroom, and you snapped. Everything that had been pulled out of the closet was now scattered around the small bunker room.
You then snapped yourselves dressed in comfy clothes and sent you back to the bunker. “I figured we’d get some down time before those two come in after being at the strip club and drinking with my dad. Lord knows what drinks he’s buying them.” You laughed.
She gave you a wink and a grin. “You know what that means.”
“What?”
“They’re gonna be wound up. And want you.”
You threw your arms around her. “Save me Charlie! You’re my only hope!”
She beamed at you, hand over her heart. “Quoting Star Wars? You really know how to make a girl swoon!” Charlie laughed. “Y/N, I am your father!”
“Why you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf herder!” You both lost it at that.
Instead of actually doing anything, the two of you sat there quoting random movies to each other. “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!”
She gasped at you. “Inconceivable!”
The boys walked in, obviously drunk. “There’s our girls!” You both smiled. You were sitting close together on the bed one of your legs resting on hers. “I like what’s happening here.. but.. I expected less clothing.” Dean smirked, biting his lip.
“Dean, I don’t play for the right team for that.” Charlie reminded him. You chuckled at his face.
Sam did that adorable laugh of his that only slipped out when he’d been drinking. Dean moved forward and fell over both of your legs. “Now this is heaven.” He laughed. “Besides.. I meant you two.” He smiled up.
You blushed, and looked over at Sam. “How much did he have to drink?”
Sam shrugged. “Probably a lot if he’s drunk.. I didn’t think he could get drunk anymore.”
Both of you burst out laughing while Dean said “Hey!” You reached out and ran your hand through his hair gently. He sighed happily.
Sam ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand on your thigh, all of you goofing off for a bit before you started yawning. “Alright, you guys can goof around if you want, I’m headed to bed.” You pecked Charlie on the cheek.
Dean sat up. “Can you sleep in my room tonight? I’ve missed you.” He pouted, looking like a sad child.
You chuckled and nodded. “No sex, though, mister.” You pointed at him playfully. Kneeling on the bed, you kissed Sam deeply before heading to Dean’s room to fall asleep.
He pouted. “But…”
Charlie smiled at him. “She kind of likes the idea that her first time with you will be on your wedding night. She’s a bit nervous about it. It’s pretty sweet really.”
Dean smiled. “Night guys.” he got up and he hurried out of the room.
“So..” Sam said turning to Charlie.. “Based on the pictures I got tonight.. Should I assume I’m sharing my wife with you as well?”
"I think it’s just us having fun and flirting. I don’t think it means anything.” She smiled at him. “And the way she gushes about you two? No one is grabbing her attention.”
He shrugged “If you think so..”, and then pat her knee. “It’s going to be weird sleeping alone tonight.” He got up and moved towards the door.
“Awe, poor Sammy. You want me to come cuddle you?” She said sweetly, half joking.
Sam laughed and shook his head. “Nah. I’ll be fine. I have to get used to it, right?”
She shrugged. “Unless you guys have one of those beds from hell. Then you won’t have to.”
“Do we have to keep you around for all the good ideas?”
She smiled. “I know, I’m awesome.”
You were taking off your pants when Dean walked in, shutting the door behind him. He stood there just watching you as you took of your bra without taking off your shirt.
He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t get how chicks do that..”
You laughed. “It’s in our programming,” He gave you a confused look, and you shook your head. “Never mind.”
“Okay, then.” He chuckled. Dean watched you crawl into bed and snuggle into his pillow. For some reason, despite having shared a bed with you many times over the years, this was making him slightly nervous. Figuring it was the booze, he stripped down to his shirt and boxer briefs before joining you. He moved his arm so you could lay on his chest, and you smiled at him.
You draped your arm over his stomach as he wrapped his arm around you. His thumb rubbed your arm gently. “Night, Dean.” You yawned.
“Night Darlin’.” He kissed your forehead. His lips gave you goose bumps every time they touched you. You looked up at him, he already had his eyes closed. He made you feel so warm, and happy. His smell was like pure nostalgia. It was home. The smell that was Dean Winchester had always been in your life, in the background. It was the smell of the Impala, the smell of his leather coat, the smell of the bunker.. It wasn’t too different from Sam’s smell, but it was all Dean. You took a deep breath, greedy for the smell as you got in as close to him as you could.
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