A/N: This is my entry for @d-s-winchester #12 Days of Christmas Challenge. The situational prompt I chose was 6: I couldn’t reach the Christmas decorations on the top shelf and you look tall so can you please help me.
This is my second challenge that I’ve participated in. The first one I did wasn’t very successful, but I’m learning. I hope this one is better than my last, so enjoy. And Happy Holiday’s everyone! Muah! Xx
(Photo compilation for challenge title are not mine.)
After much begging, pleading, and black mailing, Dean had finally given in to celebrating Christmas in the bunker. You had always loved Christmas and Sam was more than willing to accept the idea. He claimed that it would be a pleasant distraction and also a way to have a piece of the normal life; however, gifts wouldn’t be so spectacular, but it was the thought that count right?
While Sam went to out to get a tree, you had dragged Dean along to buy some Christmas decorations. To say you were excited was an understatement. Dean rolled his eyes as you pranced into the store, holding onto Dean’s hand so that he wouldn’t try to run away.
You told Dean to grab a cart as you walked on, him not taking long to catch up. The store was pretty busy with daily shoppers as well as Christmas shoppers. Your eyes lit up as you noticed all the holiday decorations, instantly lifting your mood more than it already was. You were positive that the Grinch couldn’t bring you down.
Finally making it to the decorations aisle, you took in all the shinning, glittering, and jingling adornments scattered everywhere. A bubbly feeling overtook you and you were instantly filling the shopping cart.
Dean wandered around the aisle looking skeptical. Eyeing a reindeer mask, Dean jumped when you plopped a Santa hat on his head. He glared at you as you laughed merrily. He looked incredibly adorable in the red fluffy hat.
“Seriously?” He growled.
“You look so cute in it,” you giggled, putting on a green hat with elf ears.
“Yeah, right. Real cute,” Dean mumbled, taking the hat off and throwing it into the cart. Your eyes widened subtly at the fact that, not only did he take it off, he threw it into the shopping cart. Unable to hold back your smiled, you hopped over to the cart gently dropping the green hat into it. You strolled over to the hats and picked out a Santa hat for Sam and an elf hat similar to yours for Cass.
You were strolling along the aisle with decorations overflowing in your arms. When you turned to dump them into the shopping cart, Dean was no where to be found. You pouted taking out your phone to text him.
Dean, where are you?
You pushed the cart over to where you were, continuing on with your festive décor shopping. Looking for tree-toppers you noticed an angel all the way at the top of the shelf. It was a male angel and it instantly made you think of Castiel, which made you determined to have it. You contemplated on how you were going to get it. Dean hadn’t replied back, he was still no where in sight, then you thought about climbing on to the cart, but unfortunately, it was filled with decorations. Opting to the most obvious solution, you rounded the corner of the aisle in search for an employee that could help you. You wandered through several aisles but didn’t find anyone.
“I should have guessed it. Busy time of the year equals workers assisting everyone else,” you grumbled to yourself.
You returned to the aisle, scoping out the shelves to see if they were sturdy enough to hold your weight. Considering your size, you were almost positive that it could hold you but you didn’t want to take that chance of being a liability.
Desperate for the Castiel angel, you took the chance. You stepped onto the lowest shelf, stretching your body to reach it. As you looked up, you groaned in disappointment. You were more than a foot too short. Eyeing the second shelf, you let out a long breath knowing that it wouldn’t be able to hold you. Checking your phone again, there was still no response from Dean.
Dude, what the hell? Where are you?
You sent another text hoping there was enough attitude laced in the words to send Dean running back to you. Getting impatient you noticed a toy candy cane. You could use it as extra leverage to hit the angel down. A grin spread across your face at your ingenious plan. You lifted the candy cane up and made contact with the angel, however it did the exact opposite of what you wanted.
“Son of a bitch!” You cursed as you pushed the angel farther back onto the shelf. You no longer could even see it.
“Short people problems,” you heard a deep amused voice from behind you.
You pouted turning around to see the missing hunter. “Dean, Castiel!” You whined, pointing to the top shelf.
“Castiel?” He gave you a confused look.
“I can’t reach the angel decoration on the top shelf. You look tall enough, could you please help me?” You asked, giving your best puppy dog face.
Dean shook his head with a chuckle before reaching over to grab the tree-topper. He looked at it with a bemused expression. He looked back at you then at the angel in his hands.
“This is Castiel?” He raised his brows in entertainment. “This looks nothing like him. This is a disgrace to Cass.”
“Sorry to offend your boyfriend,” you grumbled, snatching the angel out of his hands and hugging it close to your chest.
“Yeah, whatever,” Dean mumbled.
“HA!” You shouted, making him jump.
“What the hell?” He hissed.
“You didn’t deny it!” You shouted with glee.
“Cass is my best friend. Plus, I’ve got someone else in mind,” Dean confessed. His eyes casting to the side.
“Ooh, does this person – or thing – start with Crow, and ends with, ley?” You teased, bouncing on your toes.
“You know, you’ll find out on Christmas,” Dean smirked before pushing the cart, heading to the checkout lane.
“What? Christmas in in like three weeks!” You cried, dying with curiosity.
Christmas was finally here and all the while, relishing in the atmosphere of the cheery holiday in the bunker had been so much fun. Dean had also been in a chipper mood. You all sang Christmas carols and ate all the candy canes that were hung on the tree. Although Cass had endless questions about the holiday, you found it fun and amusing to answer them.
Dinner was delicious thanks to Dean’s cooking skills and your help. Opening presents were extremely fun. The gifts that were given and received were hilarious. Dean’s gift to Castiel had us, other than Cass, falling into a laughing spell. We couldn’t help ourselves. Dean had gotten Cass the first DVD of Casa Erotica.
You were surprised at the meaningful gifts the guys had gotten you. It made you feel special, although it all made sense. Big brothers Sam and Cass got you protection amulets, and Dean had gotten you a 14K gold necklace with an emerald gem. You were sure he had stolen it, but that didn’t really bother you.
You were about ready for bed when a knock came from your door. You opened it recklessly, knowing whoever it was wouldn’t hurt you. Dean appeared smiling ear to ear holding an envelope. Giving him a suspicious look, you took the envelope from him, moving out of the way to let him in. He sat on your bed, you following him close behind. You sat next to him as he watched you intently opening it, hesitation and anticipation written all over his gorgeous face.
The card was plain and simple. A Christmas tree and a quaint cabin covered in snow on the cover and nothing in the inside other than Dean’s handwriting.
I more than like you.
Merry Christmas.
**Extended Ending**
You smiled instantly and looked over at Dean. He wiggled his eyes brows with a wide grin. You looked up noticed he was holding something above his head. A giggle slipped it’s way past your lips as you crashed them against his. Melting in the sensations you never thought could possibly exist.
“I more than like you too, Dean Winchester.” Dean smiled sweetly before pecking your lips.
We all know that the Reader insert rules in fan fiction, but sometimes, someone creates an original character that is so well thought out and written, that you cannot deny their pull. When you read a novel, it is composed of all original characters, so let’s put aside any preconceived notions that the only good fan fiction out there is reader insert.
JANUARY 7 IS OC APPRECIATION DAY!
Please join us, @iwantthedean, @d-s-winchester and @atc74, as we pay homage to some of our favorite OC’s and maybe even come up with some new ones for you.
Do you have an OC that you love? YOur own or someone else’s? Tell us about them! Post your fics (old or new) with the tags:
#OC’s Rule and #OC Appreciation Day 2018 and be sure to tag us so we can read some new OC’s too!
Any genre is welcome (fluff, angst, fluff, crack)
One-shots, series, drabbles, imagines, whatever your heart desires.
Main pairing must be with an OC; please do not include children as your OC (unless they are the main character) as they are generally a result of a reader insert pairing.
Your OC can be you, a friend or the product of your beautiful and creative imagination!
NO SIGN UPS NECESSARY!!! Just post your fic on 1/7/18, don’t worry about time zones!
Tagging those that have previously written an OC: @rockhoochie @tankcupcakes @madamelibrarian @ellen-reincarnated1967 @wheresthekillswitch @mamaredd123 @chelsea072498 @growningupgeek @crazililwabbit @salvachester @hannahindie @docharleythegeekqueen @justanotherdeangirl25 @sammit-janet @hardertobreatheat-night @rainygalaxynerd @faegal04 @frenchybell @holywaterbucketchallenge @spn-hp-fanwrites @mrswhozeewhatsis @just-another-busy-fangirl @waywardjoy @percywinchester27
This is for @atc74 and @d-s-winchester Double Trouble Challenge. I chose Misha and #3 so I got this lovely aesthetic and this prompt which led to this adorable little fic that I luff. :3
“You didn’t.” Your eyes were wide as your jaw dropped. You hadn’t even looked at Misha yet so you were oblivious to the wide eye crinkling smile he was sporting.
“I did.” He breathed as he took a step closer to your side, placing a hand on your lower back.
Your hands came to your mouth as your eyes started to well with emotion. You shook your head still unable to believe her eyes. The blue eyed man at your side was almost vibrating with excitement as he watched you closely.
He almost begun to worry when tears began to trek down your face and you still hadn’t moved or spoke a word. “Babe?” His hands rested on your hips as he came to stand behind you now, his voice a soft whisper against your ear.
Your head turned to look at him over your shoulder, your hands coming to rest against your chest. “You didn’t seriously…” Your eyes were wide with wonder and he found his smile again.
All fear and doubt drifted away leaving him only to smile and nod. “Yep.” He seemed quite proud of himself, his grin almost smug as his arms snaked around your middle.
“You just…” He couldn’t believe you were still in a daze, questioning his words even though you were both standing right here. You were still trying to let everything sink in. It was hard to process all of this at once.
His voice was quiet again as he came to rest his stubbly chin on your shoulder. “Yep.” The p popped and you jolted slightly, your body finally finding a crazed smile. A hand moved to rest against the side of his face, soft digits stroking the rough skin. He could feel your body trembling and he knew you were finally about to really freak out.
This was all just the build up to your reaction. This was just the shocked phase and you would be quiet and left in awe. But as soon as you let it all sank in, he knew what came next. And you didn’t fail to disappoint.
Your body quickly turned in his grasp, your body practically vibrating as you bounced. Your arms were thrown around Misha’s neck as your face broke into a smile that would put the sun to shame. “Does that mean…?”
He couldn’t help but laugh giddily as his head nodded. “Quite possibly.” And then came the squeal of pure joy. Your arms squeezed, lifting yourself off the ground as you hugged him as hard as you could. He easily hoisted you completely off the ground and your legs wrapped around him as he spun you around a couple times. Both of you were bright eyed and bubbling with laughter.
Your face falls serious now as your feet drop back to the ground. Wide eyes stared into cerulean hues that sparkled and sucked you in, making you only fall deeper in love with this beautiful man. “Are you sure? This is a big step, Mish.” The insecurities and doubts crept in, trying to cause you to question your whole relationship with Misha. Is this what he wanted? Or did you force him? Did he really want you or were you rushing him into something he wasn’t ready for?
Misha’s smile never faltered, his arms only tightened around you. His chapped lips pressed against your forehead then the tip of your nose before he found your lips for a sweet kiss. “I’m absolutely, positively, absotively sure.” Even though his wrinkles scrunched with his jovial smile, he seemed so young, so energetic and alive.
Your fingers played with the short hairs on the back of his neck as your loving smile warmed. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
His expression turned playful and smug. “I know. You’re so lucky to have me.” A laugh escaped your lips, tugging his hair gently in punishment. “Come on. Let’s go in. It’s cold out here and I wanna break the house in and get warm.” His brows wiggled suggestively and your eyes rolled.
Taking your hand, he pulled the key out of his jacket pocket with a big grin. He jingled them before tugging you toward the front door. Once on the front porch, you were bouncing with anticipation. You had visited the house before with the Realtor but this time you were going in as new homeowners.
You placed your hand over your boyfriend’s as he placed the key in the lock. Both of you turned the key before opening the door and pushing it open. The house was empty but the large windows let in the early afternoon sunshine making the rooms bright and warm.
Your steps were slow as you moved further into the house. Misha was watching you closely, a hand resting on your lower back. This was your new home, the house you would share your life with Misha. You couldn’t help the emotion bubbling to the surface. Tears you hadn’t even realized you had shed, flowed down your cheeks. It was an overwhelming feeling standing here knowing that you were both taking this big step in your relationship.
Before you knew it, Misha had you in a tight hold. His arms wrapped around you as his lips peppered your wet face with sweet kisses causing you to giggle. The last two years with him have been the best years of your life and there were so many more to come and you couldn’t wait. “I love you, Misha.” You whispered against his lips as your forehead wrapped against his, fingers curled into his jacket collar holding him as close as possible.
“Just wait. There’s more.” The excitement returned even brighter now on his face as he took your hands. With a devious grin, he walked backwards leading you toward the stairs. You weren’t sure whether to be worried or excited as he made his way up the stairs pulling you along behind him.
The door to the master bedroom was closed and when he stopped and rested his back against it. His hands still held yours and he had the goofiest grin on his face. A brow lifted as you looked at him, wondering what he was up to. His smile only grew. One hand let go of you to turn the knob behind him and his body moved with the door as it slowly opened.
The sight before you caused your tears to start again. The room was covered in rose petals and a white round blanket was spread out in the middle of the big empty room. Upon the blanket sat a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket of ice. A plate of fruits and cheeses setting on a silver platter next to it.
“What is this?” you questioned in a breathless whisper. He simply smiled and led you through the small path through the petals.
When he got to the blanket, he turned to you and dropped down to one knee before you. Your hand immediately went to your mouth again, new tears forming as you realized what your boyfriend was about to do. Both of his hands cupped your hand as he looked up at you with those dazzling blue orbs full of love. His face crinkled with his smile and you could feel his nervousness in the slight tremors of his hands. He licked his chapped lips before taking in a deep breath, hoping he could get through his planned speech without looking like a complete idiot.
“Misha–” you started with a giggle.
“Just let me get through this.” He cut you off before licking his lips and starting his process again. You bit your finger to hold back the giggles, your heart racing as the anticipation began to be too much. “Aw hell. Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He finally spat out and you allowed your giggles to escape. He wanted to give you an incredulous look, attempting to keep his face firm and stoic but he was failing miserably.
The longer you took to answer, the more he seemed to sweat. His wrinkles relaxed as you nibbled on your bottom lip, keeping him in suspense for as long as you could. Your whole face finally lit up and your arms were thrown around his neck causing you both to fall backwards. Misha’s eyes grew with surprise but he quickly wrapped his arms around you to catch you. Both of you were lost in a fit of laughter before your lips found each other.
“Is that a yes then?” Misha questioned with a wide grin that made his blue eyes sparkled.
“What do you think, Collins?” Your arms squeezed tight and your heart soared as your lips came to his again, the first kiss as his fiance.
Written for: @d-s-winchester’s Fall in Love with Fall Challenge
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Characters: Reader (Hey, that’s you!), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Donna Hanscum, mentions of Jody Mills and Claire Novak
Warnings: SMUT (it’s not very good smut, but I tried - maybe call it smuttish instead), Language, ugh, can’t think of anything else now...
Summary: Sleepy Hollow is your side passion - besides saving people and hunting things - and Dean calls one night with a lead. And to tease you about your crush on their resident angel.
“Hello?” You huffed, adrenaline still running high after the tussle with the ghost graveside.
“We got a case.”
“So nice to hear from you too Dean! No, I’m fine! Thank you for asking! How’s Sam? Cas? Good, good.” Donna chuckled at the rampant sarcasm, her face aglow with amusement and the fire from the grave.
“Can you meet us?”
“You know, I always cherish these moments with you.”
“Next time I’ll have Cas call you,” Dean answered with a knowing chuckle.
“Well, it’s been nice talking to you. Tell Sam I said hi.”
“Alright, alright. That was a low blow. Can you meet us or not?” You shifted the shovel from its place tucked under your right armpit to your left hand, moving it back and forth absentmindedly. Donna moved away from the fire a few feet to take a call of her own, lifting her hand to point to the phone at her ear. You nodded at her, wishing the fire would burn faster but the little motel-sized bottle of vodka you’d had in your car and the dry autumn foliage was the only accelerant you’d had on hand...so this might take a bit. You sigh.
“Depends.”
“On?” You can hear Sam’s voice in the background, but can’t quite make out what he’s saying. “Dude, I’m asking. ‘Kay. Well, Sam mentioned you were kind of an expert on whatever the hell this is supposed to be.”
“High praise.”
“Is that Y/N?” You hear Cas over the speakerphone which Dean must have just switched it to and fight the warmth that is rising in your cheeks.
“Hi, Cas. Hi, Sam.”
“Hello, Y/N.”
“Hiya, Y/N. Did Dean tell you we found a case?”
“First thing he said to me actually, Sam.” As the fire began to die down, you dropped the shovel down into the grave to poke at the ashes, watching Donna approach you.
“Don’t act all pissy with me, princess.” You roll your eyes, letting Donna take the shovel as you turn your own phone to speaker.
“Your phone skills are lacking, Dean.” You mutter, following beside Donna as you make your way away from the grave, carefully picking your way through the headstones as the leaves crunch under your feet.
“Hi, Winchesters!” Donna calls out cheerfully, a bright smile on her face.
“Sherriff Hanscum!” Sam calls out. “How’s it going?”
“Better now that Y/N helped me with the ghost. Jody was busy, so she sent her on down. Didn’t even take a whole 24 hours!” You duck your head at Donna’s praise, making her elbow you lightly.
“Y/N is a very thorough hunter,” Cas adds and Donna lets out a little squeal.
“Are you Castiel - the angel?! Claire and Y/N told me ‘bout you!” Donna catches your glare and attempts to backtrack. “Oh, not that we talk about you a lot. Just in passin’, ya know?” You give up and just slap your free hand over your forehead and eyes, stopping at the tree line. “Not that I’m not curious!” She adds hurriedly and you can hear Sam and Dean snicker on the other end. Asshats.
“Alright, alright. Can you meet us or not?” Dean questions again as Donna loads the shovel into her cruiser’s trunk then leans against the side.
“You haven’t told me anything except you found a case. What is it that Team Free Will can’t handle?”
“It’s not that we can’t handle it -”
“Dean, Y/N gave you very detailed instructions to call her if a case came up in or near Sleepy Hollow, New York.” Cas interrupts and you can picture his handsome face so sternly lecturing -- wait.
“Sleepy Hollow? THE Sleepy Hollow?” You manage a deep breath before continuing. “You know what Dean? No. Have a good night Sam and Cas.” Your about to jam your thumb onto the red “End” button - which isn’t half as satisfying as slamming a phone on a receiver or the click of an old school flip phone - when Sam’s voice is calling your name.
“Y/N! Don’t hang up!”
“You gotta give him a chance, Y/N!” Donna yells in tandem, her hands outstretched and aloft in a “Stop” gesture.
“Send me the details, Sam. I’ll read it when I pulled over for my first break. And Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Just remember I got a hell of a right hook.”
“And I will not heal you from any injuries that Y/N delivers upon you.” You want to brush this off but you know your face has softened at his declaration. Dean’s laughter surprises you a little and when Donna sees your lips curl slightly, she scoffs before smiling herself.
“I love to annoy you, Y/N. You know that. And we’ll be seeing you in few hours.”
“Uh, no. I drive the speed limit, buddy.”
“We’ll see you soon, Y/N. Oh, and I’ve just emailed the news stories to you. And directions.” Dean snickers again and you’d bet your bottom dollar that Sam has a huge grin plastered on his face.
“I get lost once and you two will never let me live it down.”
“Nope. See you soon, kiddo.” Dean calls out and you hear the chair scrape.
“Wait - I have not gotten to say goodbye to Y/N.”
“Goodbye and goodnight Cas. I’ll see you all soon. Bye Sam. Bye asshat.” You disconnect the call, tucking the phone into your back pocket before meeting Donna’s knowing gaze.
”Come on, let’s get you back into town for some shut-eye. You can get a couple hours at least.” Arching an eyebrow, you make your way around to the passenger side and slide in. “Dream some sweet angel-filled dreams.” And there it was.
“Not you too Donna.”
”Oh, I’m all for it. I ship it hard. Isn’t that what that means? All aboard the SS Love Boat featuring Y/N and Cas!” She toots the horn as she pulls onto the road, her laughter filling the cab.
“See if I bring you any more of those caramels you like.”
“I betcha I’ll get lots of those caramels if you get laid.”
---
Even with three hours sleep, you arrive dead ass tired in the town that had fascinated you since childhood.
The seventeen-and-a-half-hour drive was made in about fifteen, which gave you a little time to nap before the Winchesters and Cas showed up. You asked for two rooms, texted Sam that you’d gotten them a room beside yours and you were laying down. Not waiting for a reply, you enter your room, and immediately pulled out your handy dandy notebook which held your handmade stencils. You pull a small can of glow in the dark spray paint out of the side pocket of your duffle before kneeling. You spray on the stencils right above the old baseboards, all except the angel warding, which you put by the light switch with a post-it note below it that read ”Scratch and Sniff: Angel Edition”. Chucking off your dirty skinny jeans and tossing on an overly large t-shirt, you crawl into the cheap motel’s bed, clutching your pillow as you drift off.
---
Three hours later, Dean and Cas kept a lookout while Sam picked the lock to Y/N’s room. A handful of seconds after that, Sam was easing into the room, smirking at the post-it note on the table next to their room keys. “˜Take the keys only if you aren’t going to have loud, obnoxious sex next door. Or sing “Jump” by Kris Kross in the shower at ridiculous-o’clock in the morning.” Y/N and her damn post-it notes. Dean taps the post-it note by the switch, a soft chuckle coming out before he watched Cas slip into the room, closing the door behind him softly, eyeing where he knew she had placed the wardings before his gaze traveled to her sleeping form on the bed farthest from the door. At least she had finally fixed it from the previous hunt they all worked together on.
Sam tossed Dean his room key before shooting Cas a knowing look and slipping through the connecting door. Dean jerked his head towards the open door, Cas following behind with one last look towards Y/N.
“Gonna grab some food, then wake her up and go over everything. Gonna stay here?”
“Yes. I will stay.”
“Thought so.” Cas heard the rumble of the Impala retreat and he wandered back into Y/N’s room, sitting on the edge of the empty bed, listening to her deep, even breaths.
The moment he had met her, it’s like the world had shifted. Each movement she’d made while fighting the vampire was a dance. To someone else, it would seem not as rough, not as trained as Sam and Dean’s kind of fighting - but to him, it was a dance to which only you’d known the music. Three vamps were dead by your hand before he snapped out of it, smiting a few before standing beside Dean, waiting for an introduction. “Oh, by the way, this is Cas. He’s an angel,” Cas had fought not to shoot a sharp look at Dean, extending his hand out. You had taken his hand, squeezing it and smiling at him warmly.
Each encounter, ten in total - not counting this current case - had only made his feelings grow and consume him. Every smile, joke, show of your intelligence and the kindness that radiated from your soul had him longing for you. Desperate for every look and touch you would bestow on him.
He heard your breathing pattern change, watched you shift under the covers then settle back down just minutes before he heard the Impala once more outside.
Dean and Sam entered through their room door, leaving their jackets and taking quiet footsteps into her room. You shifted again, the smell dragging you from unconsciousness.
“Are those tacos?” The rough sleepiness of your voice had Cas filled with want. A want to lie beside you and hear your voice like that every morning. He quickly pushed those thoughts away, moving to stand.
“You bet your sweet little ass they are.” Dean watches as you shift to a sitting position, pushing the covers down to your lap and rub your eyes with the heel of your hand. You give Cas a lopsided smile before making grabby hands at the bag Dean’s holding. Sam sets a cup on the nightstand before sitting down beside you then digging into his own bag.
“Hi, Cas.”
“Hello, Y/N.”
“I see I got the warding right this time. It didn’t cause you any problems?”
“None whatsoever.”
“Good. Now, Dean, hand over the tacos.”
“This bag is all yours, princess.” He drops the bag into your lap before taking a chair from the table and flipping it around to straddle.
“You read the articles?” Sam manages around a mouthful of burrito and you get out a nod, shoving most of a street taco into your mouth as Sam’s lips twitch. “When was the last time you ate?”
“Uh...Donna made me some waffles before I left her house. Then I went to the motel and slept for a couple hours before I started heading here. Ooh! And I had about half a bag of jerky when I stopped just before the Ohio state line.”
“Told ya,” Dean told Sam. “That’s why I got fifteen of those little tacos. Dude looked at me like I was crazy.”
“You kinda are, Dean.” You shifted a little, gesturing to the other bed. “Sit, Cas. Please.” He nods and resumes his seat. You swallow down the fourth - or fifth? Sixth? - taco and unwrap another from its tinfoil prison. “Yeah, I read the articles. Well, two. The last one wouldn’t load all the way. I just assumed I was in a dead spot and you’d fill in whatever was missing. But the basics, of all three articles, are that suddenly people are seeing a headless horseman. Who chases them through the glen and to the bridge. Then disappears.”
“Yep.”
“It’s not possible.” You tell Dean with a heavy sigh, taking a big bite before softly groaning. This would have to be your last taco. For now.
“Y/N, we deal with impossible things all the time. I’m pretty damn sure it’s possible.”
“No, it’s not possible, Dean. Ichabod got rid of the Hessian spirit.”
“That’s a story.”
“You’ll be a story one day. Look, the reason you called me was that every hunter I’ve met and worked with knows how I am about Sleepy Hollow. When I tell you it isn’t possible, it isn’t possible.” You carefully wrap up what’s left of your wonderful taco bounty and push the covers away, moving to the small motel fridge.
Dean smirks when he sees Cas’s eyes go wide at seeing you aren’t wearing pants. And that sleep shirt may be four sizes too wide for you, but it’s not that long. They can all see gray and purple striped bikini-style underwear perfectly. You move from the fridge to your duffle, with a pair of dark sapphire eyes glued to your ass, squatting down to rummage through until you found the college notebook you always kept with you. You return to the bed, shuffling the covers haphazardly over your bare legs.
“Washington did take a lot of things from real life. The names of his main characters, the locations, and the old European stories of headless riders – like the Wild Hunt, The Wild Huntsman, etc. Ichabod Crane was an army captain. Only he wasn’t.”
“I thought he was a schoolteacher.”
“In the story, he is. But apparently, we’ve been bullshitting since we came to this country because Ichabod wasn’t an army captain, he was a Hunter. It took me nearly fifteen years to track down just where his actual resting place was,” You flip the notebook open nearly halfway before handing it to Sam. “And when I did track down a headstone, that’s all it was. He was cremated.”
“Lots of people are cremated,” Dean argues.
“Lots of headstones have the Aquarian Star carved into the stone?” You smirk at the eldest Winchester. “Didn’t think so.” You rise and return to your duffle again, tugging on a pair of clean skinny jeans. “It makes sense. An American hunter who is involved not only in the war for independence but trying to follow any orders he might have gotten from the Men of Letters regarding monsters. Not that they’d be terribly helpful since we were trying to cut ties with them - But he meets a writer who likes his name - enough to use it for his most famous tale. Washington Irving made Ichabod superstitious...but what if that was something he noticed in the captain? What if he saw the Aquarian Star or a Devil’s Trap and decided that was a great basis for his story?” You sit at the end of your bed, face to face with Dean. “Dean - this, this place - I’ve been dreaming about it since I was little. Not like other girls dreamed of being Disney princesses, though I did that too. But I can hear it. The leaves shaking in the breeze, the even breaths of the old horse and the soft hoofbeats on the old trail.” Dean is searching your face, trying to find the lie. “I know Ichabod crossed that bridge. I know he had something of the horseman’s. And once he was safely across, he burned it, getting rid of the spirit.” You sigh, letting your head fall into your waiting hands, tugging softly at your hair trying to clear out all the thoughts and sounds.
“I’ve asked you before if you were psychic. And you said no.”
“It’s not that. It’s more like a memory. Like I was there or close by.”
“Could you recognize it?” Sam speaks up from behind you, leaning forward enough that a few pieces of hair swing towards his eyes.
“I’ve been all over the area, searching for the place I saw. I’ve never found it.” You shrug, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.”I’ve got a map in my notebook, I always start at the bridge and wander from there... but I don’t know anymore.”
“Time changes how things look. I could alter how you would see the woods, how it would have appeared around Ichabod’s time.” Cas offers, standing and shifting minutely as her gaze settled on him.
“Really? That would be amazing Castiel!” You toss yourself at Cas, wrapping your arms around him tightly. His hands hesitate before patting your back a few times, silently memorizing every detail of this encounter. You pull away with a giant grin. “Let me grab my shoes and socks and we can head out, okay?” Castiel nodded at her words, his eyes darting to Dean who was sporting a knowing, wide grin. Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean as Sam handed the notebook back, heading between Dean and Cas to their room for his jacket, his own small smile at Cas and your exchange tugging at his lips.
“Ready?” You ask breathlessly, eagerness flowing from you, hurriedly pulling on your cotton-lined, dark blue faux leather jacket and sliding the room key into the inner pocket before zipping it up.
“I am always ready,” Castiel answers with a small smile, moving to hold the door open as the Winchesters come back through her room and follow behind her, still sporting those stupid smiles.
---
In the dark, nothing looked familiar. Not even with Cas’s long fingers wrapped around your wrist, altering your view of the autumn trees and the black path ahead.
Dean made the decision about forty minutes in that it’d be better to come back in the morning, after a visit to the police in Fed gear to get more information and a few hours’ sleep.
Sam and Dean began heading back to the Impala, talking softly while you hung back, Cas’s hand still warm on your wrist. The contact had your face flushing, happy it was dark enough to cover the way your gaze couldn’t settle on just one thing.
“I am sorry we could not discern anything more. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring more luck.”
“It’s okay Cas. At this point, I’m pretty used to disappointment when it comes to this.” You wave your free hand for emphasis at the surrounding trees. “Why do you think I remem -” You froze, hearing a breeze whip up as the leaves shudder around the pair of you, hoofbeats sounding off in the distance. Sam could be seen at the head of the path.
“You guys coming?!” You can see the shiny black paint of the car just behind him as you turn back to Cas, his fingers digging into your wrist as he tugged you behind him, the hoofbeats getting louder. “Dean! Gun it!” You hear Sam shout before Cas turns slightly, keeping his gaze trained further up the trail.
“Get to the car.” His order is firm, his Angel blade slipping from his coat sleeve, the silver metal shining in the faint moonlight. Your hands grasp his biceps through his trench coat, pressing yourself against his back as dirt flies around your lower body - Dean whipping Baby into the tight space just behind you.
That’s when he appeared.
Astride a huge black horse, it’s rider seemingly looking down upon you - even with his lack of head - as the orange and red leaves of autumn settled around the hooves of his steed.
The chill that ran down your spine was a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and the quick seeping cold of the fall night.
The rider let loose a deep chuckle, pulling up the dark red bag that hung loosely from his pommel as you feel big hands on your arms, tugging you from your place behind Cas. It just made you cling tighter to the angel, staring just past him.
And anger welled within you from so deep, you couldn’t even fathom where this burst came from. It was just suddenly there, as large and tangible as the rider.
Poor Cas didn’t even have time to react when you shoved him into Sam, running towards the horseman as rage flowed through your veins.
By the time Cas popped over to you, Dean and Sam hot on his feathery heels, you had yanked the rider from his horse and straddled his torso. The first cries from the man beneath you have Cas withdrawing his hands from your upper arms, peering curiously down at the being.
“Please! I just wanted to have some fun! Please ma’am! I’m only twenty-four!”
“You little motherfucker!!” You grunt, yanking the large black hood that blocked his head from view before dealing him a vicious right hook. “You little shit! Do you know what I’ve -- ma’am?!”
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Dean snaps out as Cas hauls you off the guy. “Ya know, the lady that just handed your ass to you just drove nearly fifteen hours to get here. All because you were playing a prank.” Dean licks his lips, smirking down at the kid. “I should let her wail on you some more...”
“I swear I won’t do it again, sir! I’ll never pull another prank again! I swear! I swear!” The poor dumbass is nearly in tears by the end and you’re so zoned out by the sudden loss of your rage you can’t manage anything but feeling.
And Lord - what you’re currently feeling is the stuff of dreams.
Cas’s chest is pressed against your back, his arm still wound tightly around your middle as his heat warms you. All of him is lean, strong, warm and a particular part is hard. If you’d been in your right mind, you would have told yourself that it was just adrenaline or some other excuse, but in this mindset, where you were so beyond anger, you couldn’t give two shits. You lean against him, letting your head loll back to rest against his shoulder, taking in his ozone and rain scent as your eyes flutter closed. He tenses beneath you for a millisecond before his fingers tighten, holding you close.
---
The ride back to the motel is quiet. Dean tries to make a few lighthearted jokes, but you can’t stop thinking back to being in Cas’s embrace. Hell, he had to maneuver you into the Impala after the Winchesters had threatened the bastard who was running around scaring the locals and you’d followed them back to the car with the angel’s gentle grip on your elbow.
Lord, this was a mess. You were a mess. First falling for the angel and now loosing yourself in this feeling after the blunder that you’d been waiting your whole life for. For the thing you’d always been trying to track down.
Maybe you were crazy.
That seemed the most likely outcome.
You sigh heavily, looking at the orange, yellow and red-brown leaves that still clung resolutely to the trees in yellow streetlights of town, watching as they sway slightly in the light breeze of the night.
A warm, large hand covers your own, drawing your gaze to the man beside you - more importantly, it’s drawing you from your thoughts to just focus on him.
You’d known Cas for the last two years and had been almost immediately (and embarrassedly) smitten. Those navy eyes had drawn you in, but his naturally sweet and loving demeanor had sealed your fate. How life had screwed him over multiple times, how he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and how he longed for Heaven and for absolution. A year ago, was when you had finally admitted you were in love with the former garrison captain, the night he had shoved his hand into a werewolf’s chest with a snarl of “No!” stopping the wolf from shoving his claws any farther into your thigh.
Are you alright?
“Humm?” Oh. Yeah. I, uh, I’m alright. A little disappointed, but that’s nothing new regarding this.
You are thinking again.
I’m usually overthinking things, Cas. You drop your gaze to your lap, then glance back out the window, fingers tangling with Castiel’s.
It is a trait that makes you a very good hunter.
And a mess of a human.
A beautiful human. Your eyes go wide, snapping your head back to face Cas.
“You two lovebirds coming?” Dean teases as he put the car in park, throwing his arm over the back and winking at the two of you.
“In a minute,” Cas answers, allowing Dean and Sam ample time to exit before turning to you, his sapphire eyes locked at our entwined hands.
“Y/N.” You stare at his handsome face peering down, his hand clenching and loosening around your own. “So delicate.” You scoff, his eyes looking at you from under his lashes. “So beautiful.”
“Castiel.”
“I love how you say my name.” He confesses in a deep rumble, unable to keep the words from tumbling from his lips. “How soft you say it, like a breeze that flits softly through the leaves. Or how gently you pray it, even in your mind. Or how you’ll send images. Of a cup of hot chocolate when you want me beside you. Of the fall leaves basked in the bright moonlight when you switch to thinking about Sleepy Hollow. Sometimes you send them without thinking. Of the two of us sitting on a blanket by the bridge, where you remember throwing red leaves into the river below when you were five or six with your mom, sipping coffee in the early afternoon when there isn’t any traffic, just past any passerby’s line of sight.” His free hand comes up to cup your face. “I’d never pry into your mind. But I enjoy those moments when your mind wanders to me.” His face eases closer as your heart begins to race. “Gives me hope.” His breath fans over your face. “Am I right to have hope?”
“So right.” You mumble before you press your lips against his, sliding closer. Feeling his lips move against yours, pressing more eagerly before you pull away for air. The blue of his eyes is slowly being swallowed by black as his pupils dilate and your chest heaves. Your hands fist eagerly in his trench coat as you press your lips against his, your tongue teasing against the seam of his lips. Cas lets the hand by your jawline drop, wrapping it tightly around you, pressing you two chest to chest as his mouth moves eagerly against yours. The squeak you made when he hauled you upright turns into a sigh as his tongue runs along the seam of your mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist as you open to him.
Your pushing at his trench coat and suit coat, hungry for the angel.
“Dean.” His deep voice pants out.
“Uh, nope. That’s not my name.”
“I’m aware. I meant to say that Dean will certainly attempt bodily harm to us if we go any further in his car.”
“I think if Dean can have sex with an angel in his car, so can I.” You lean forward, capturing his lips again, cutting him off from any further arguments. He responded just as eagerly, finally releasing your joined hands and dragging your lower body closer to his own, shifting you until you were nearly lying on the bench seat.
“Off.” You mutter against his lips, pulling away for air as his lips kiss down your throat, the roughness of his stubble feeling soooo good against the sensitive skin. Cas shrugs out of his jackets before he settles atop you, his hand is pushing your shirt up, those warm, long fingers brushing over your hip then your stomach skimming higher as his lips return to yours briefly.
“So beautiful. My beautiful huntress.” You whine as he finally squeezes your left breast, his fingers brushing over your nipple. “I love you, Y/N. Your eyes, your soul,” He lets out a little grunt as he ruts his hips against yours, “all of you is wondrous and amazing.” You stop, your hands releasing the shirt you’d been unbuttoning to cup his face as those sapphire eyes stare down at you. The emotions swirling in those fathomless depths sent a thrill through you.
“I love you, Castiel.” As soon as you finish saying his name, his lips are pressed firmly against yours, his hands roaming everywhere suddenly - as if your confession had unleashed something within the angel. You chuckle slightly as you break apart, forgoing dealing with his shirt anymore and going straight for his belt buckle.
“WHOA!” A loud banging sounds on the roof, startling you, making you hide your face in Cas’s shoulder. “Not in Baby!!”
“You said I am a Winchester. All of you have had sex in this car.” You cough to cover up your laugh at what Cas snarked out to Dean.
“No. NO. NO!” Dean calls out loudly, bending down to peer into the car. “Sorry. Not gonna happen, Cas.”
“Fine.” He grits out before snapping his fingers. A soft mattress is at your back, and Cas’s weight comfortably pressing into you.
“Where were we?” You ask, nipping at his bottom lip while your hands undo his fly, fingertips sliding into the back of his pants, under his boxers, your hands digging firmly into his ass. You gasp as he rolls his hips just after.
“Need you now. Waited so long.”
“Fuck. Yes. Yes, Cas. Slow can wait until next time.” He gives a short nod, snapping to remove both your clothes. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed by your miles of stretch marks and the twenty extra pounds you were carrying. This tall, tan, beautiful and eternal being is looking down at you like you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Cas kisses you softly, using his thigh to push your legs wider before settling between them. You kiss at his neck, sucking on the pulse point hard before nipping at his Adam’s apple, loving the groan you pull from him. Cas braces his arms beside your shoulders as you reach down between your bodies, guiding him to your core. You tease yourself first, rubbing his tip through your damp folds and tossing your head back with a moan as his grace appears, vibrating against your breasts - pulling, sucking and buzzing over every inch of skin - before slipping down to your clit. Cas moves forward in your hand before reaching down to bat your hand away, notching himself at your entrance before slowly sinking in.
”Oh.” You gasp out, revealing in the feeling of him stretching you. “Oh, fuck. Cas, Cas, I need you to move. Please.” He starts with shallow thrusts, letting you adjust while his mouth maps out your neck with open-mouthed kisses and a few hard bites. “Yes, angel.” You whimper out, digging your nails into his back, causing him to thrust harder.
“Do that again. Please.” Thank God, he sounds as wrecked as you. You obliged, digging your nails more into his back, closer to his spine now, causing him to buck up into you as you whisper “Angel” over and over again.
You tense then, your eyes glued to the air just past Cas’s shoulder. He freezes, looking over his shoulder.
“What?” You reach forward, still clinging to your angel, your fingers meeting soft, semi-opaque black feathers. You can mostly see through his wings, turning to glance at Castiel who is staring at you with wide cobalt eyes. “You can see my wings?” His deep voice is just above a whisper. A nod is all you can manage. “Have you ever seen them before?” You shake your head, his head dropping to your shoulder as you run your hand firmer against his wings causing Cas to thrust into you again, burying himself deeper in you. “Mine,” Cas growled, resuming thrusting against you. “Knew you were special.” He’s panting the words against your neck as he picks up speed, nearly shoving you up the bed as he lets himself go. “My human.”
“Yes, Castiel. All yours.” It takes a handful of seconds for you to reply, that warmth blossoming in your belly as his grace keeps buzzing over every sensitive spot on your skin, making it hard to remember the English language. “Angel.” You reply, one hand tugging at his dark locks to bring his mouth to yours, hungry to feel those chapped lips so eager against yours. You dissolve into whimpers and pants as he brings you closer to the edge, the motel bed creaking and hitting the wall as he grabbed your thigh, lifting your leg around his waist. “Fuuuuuck,” tears itself from your throat, your hand tightening in his hair as the other dug your nails into the smooth, warm juncture where his wings joined against his back. He snarled against your throat, moving to claim your mouth once more.
“Jesus!” You hear through the wall as a few loud knocks sound against it before a door slams loudly. Cas ignores Dean’s outburst, digging his knees into the mattress to get more leverage as you tightened around him.
“So perfect. So tight. Squeezing around me so good, Y/N.” How he can even string together more than obscenities and your name is beyond you at this point, leaning up to return the favor of marking his neck as you cling harder to Cas, so close to the edge.
“Cas.” You whine, clenching hard around your angel as your vision whites out. “CASTIEL!” He manages a half-dozen sloppy thrusts before he’s coming, chanting your name like a prayer, and his thrusts slowing, riding out both your orgasms.
“I,” He swallows audibly by your ear, pressing a few errant kisses against your throat and jaw. “I love you. Thank you.” He pushes a few pieces of hair away from your sweaty forehead, peering down at you with such affection it makes your chest tight.
“I love you too, Castiel. And, uh, thank you too.” He chuckles at the awkwardness as he moves to kiss you properly, easing out of you before nuzzling against your throat.
“I know this is not in the usual order of things,” Cas begins, snapping to clean away the mess before lying on his back, letting you curl up against him and tightening his arm around you. “But could we, uh, perhaps, maybe -”
“Get coffee?”
“Yes. And perhaps dinner?” You chuckle, tracing random patterns on his chest.
“Cas, you don’t eat.” You prop yourself up on your elbow, smiling down at him. He opened his mouth to answer before your lips press firmly against his in a quick kiss. “Coffee is great. Cuddling and maybe another round or two later?”
“I am very much in agreement with that,” Cas mutters, pulling you down into a deeper kiss. “After you get some sleep, beloved.” You ease back down, head on his chest and curling against him you hum in agreement. You drift off to sleep as Cas strokes his fingers through your hair.
---
“Beloved.” A soft kiss is pressed against your shoulder before a light nip. “I have something planned for us this morning,” Cas mumbles against your skin, his fingers digging into your side lightly.
“Mmmm.” You reply, pressing your face harder into the pillow.
“I have started the shower for you.” His presses a few more kisses down your neck and shoulder. “But you must rise.” You shuffle and wiggle until you are facing Cas, trying to pry your unwilling eyes open some more.
“Are you a morning person? Cause if we’re gonna date, that’s gotta stop. I’m only bringing this up because, while rounds two and three were very, very amazing, I really wanna sleep in, Cas.”
“Thank you for commenting on my sexual prowess. And it is nearly ten thirty in the morning. I believe I have let you sleep in sufficiently.”
“Oh.” You pause, pursing your lips in thought. “Alright. Okay.” You push yourself into a sitting position, holding the sheet to your chest. “You win.” A yawn escapes as you ease away from your lover. You lean down, grabbing his trench coat off the floor for the quick jaunt to the bathroom.
A deep growl emanates from his chest as he presses you against the wall.
“You look very sexy in my coat.”
You chuckle, pressing a few kisses along his jawline, working your way to his lips.
“I think you’re insatiable.” You murmur as his hand runs through your hair, piercing you with those galaxy-riddled blue eyes.
“When it comes to you, yes.” Cas purrs before kissing you hard. “The shower will get cold. Go bathe.”
You do as he asks, exiting from the shower a handful of minutes later, teeth brushed and mostly awake.
Cas is dressed and waiting at the door, an eager smile tugging at his lips.
“Ready?” He asks as you approach, rolling your neck before smiling kindly at him.
“Yeah.” You lean up to brush your lips against his in a barely there kiss, letting him pull you tight against his body as you disappear from the motel room.
---
The sun is a lot brighter than you expect, yellow and orange leaves dancing around your feet as you take in your surroundings.
You’re by the covered bridge, on the “safe” side - the side that once you’re on, the Hessian ghost is through and his powers end - with a large plaid blanket spread out a few feet further down the embankment, just out of sight of any potential passerby.
“I wanted to make your vision, the one that always makes me happiest to see, a reality.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head then leads you forward, letting you drop down to the blanket and get situated before joining you. He elects to sit behind you, letting your back rest against his chest as he hands you a large to go cup.
“Does this also count as our coffee date?”
“Yes. I would like to believe it does.” You turn your head to look up at Cas, your head right by his shoulder as he looks down at you with a bright, white smile. His eyes dart over to the cup and you wrinkle your nose slightly, raising your head to look at the white cup.
My Mate, Y/N Is scrawled is Castiel’s handwriting, and you tear up.
“I, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” You turn halfway, planting your hand on his chest and sniffling.
“Good tears, honey. Good tears.” He relaxes under your hand, reaching up to cup your face and bring you in for a deep kiss. “Also, I’ve read enough lore in the Batcave to know seeing your wings without my eyeballs frying is a pretty,” You peck his lips. “Big.” Another kiss. “Deal.” Another. “Feathers.”
“And you're - you are okay with this?”
“Yeah.” You settle against his chest again, sipping your rich hot chocolate with a sigh. “Are you okay with this?”
“Far more than okay. I am glad you’re my mate. I believe ecstatic is the word - it is the word Sam used this morning to describe my demeanor.” A small breeze ruffles your hair, his words soft right by your ear, but you can hear the smile in his voice.
“How’d, uh, how’d that meeting go this morning?”
“Dean mentioned considering silencing sigils. I told him we have all had to endure hearing his lovemaking through the walls of various establishments but that it would not happen again. Sam laughed and Dean shut up.”
“Nice.” You snicker out, turning your head to press a quick kiss to his jaw before you turn back, watching as handfuls of leaves flow down the little river below where you two sat. “This is beyond perfect. Thank you, Castiel.” You take a deep breath, loving the scent of earth, of the slight decay of leaves and the warm scent of the angel you were in love with surrounding you. “I should send that kid a gift basket.”
“For punching him?”
“For getting us together. Oh, and can you remind me to order some caramels from that place in Wyoming? I owe Donna.”
Summary: Two journalists strike a bargain with Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles to get the article they need, and end up getting more than they bargained for.
Pairings: Misha x OFC, Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 1591
Warnings: None?
A/N: Second to last part of the latest collab with the amazing Ashley aka @d-s-winchester!
Masterlist
Misha Collins is live now.
Addy picked up her phone, a little surprised to see the notification. She thought she had turned them off when she left Vancouver, but she realized he just hadn’t done anything to be notified of since then. She glanced at Finn, then excused herself to the bathroom.
“... people still tuning in, so I’ll get started here soon, especially since it has been a while since I’ve done this. I think it’s going to be something all of you will be pretty surprised about. I should mention that I have not talked to anyone about doing this -- Jensen, the rest of the cast and crew, CW, my agent and manager -- no one. Months ago, Exclusive magazine put out an article written by Adeline Brooks and Boden Emerson. The way that the article started was shady, yes. Jensen and I had just been left by our girlfriends of the time, and we needed a way to save face. Addy and Bo needed an article from set, so we made a deal.”
Addy’s breath caught in her throat. This could go any number of ways right now, and she wasn’t sure which one would even be the best outcome.
Boden knocked on the door. “Addy? Addy, are you seeing this?”
Adeline opened the door and nodded. “Shh. I’m listening.”
She sat back down on the edge of the tub, and Boden leaned against the sink. Addy watched, and Boden just listened.
“Thing was, there’s always that one important rule in deals like this: you don’t fall in love. It was supposed to be strictly business. The more time we spent with Adeline and Boden, the more we got to know them, the more we realized it was all about timing. Our lives had fallen apart because they were coming to put them together. You’re all going to think I’m being a romantic, but nothing more romantic has happened in my life than my relationship with Adeline.”
Addy looked at Boden with tears in her eyes. The whole story was coming out, and she was more than a little overwhelmed.
“I panicked when the article came out. The girls’ editor added things from their notes in the beginning, including things Adeline and Boden had no intention of adding into the article. Kelly Clark implied that the only reason Boden and Adeline had been around was to get the article, that our entire relationship was a lie. Now, I can’t speak for Jensen, but I can speak to my relationship with Addy. You all have asked why I haven’t been around, and the reason is Addy. I’ve been -- I’m lost without her.”
He looked directly into the camera, and Addy felt as though he was staring right at her.
“Adeline, if you’re watching … I was wrong. I was so wrong to let you go. I should have at least heard you out, I should have been on your side. I should have done a lot of things differently. I don’t expect you to forgive me, especially now that -- well, Boden texted me. For your privacy, I’ll leave it at that. You shouldn’t be with him, though. You should be with me.”
“Addy?”
She looked up from her phone. Tears were gathering in her eyes. “Finn, I -- I’m sorry, I don’t …”
Finn grabbed the phone from her hand before throwing it against the wall. “Really? We just started fixing things and you’re already going behind my back with him?”
“It was just a video, Finn,” Boden defended.
Finn charged forward, but didn’t get far before Boden grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward just enough so that she could drive her knee into his groin. While he was bent over, Adeline summoned up her anger and frustrations over everything he had done to her over the years and threw a strong punch across Finn’s face.
Boden looked at her in surprise for a second. “Wow. Way to go, Addy!”
“Thanks,” Addy said, feeling a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. “I need to get back to Vancouver.”
Boden nodded. “Yes, you do. We should get him out of our apartment first. You grab an arm and I’ll grab an arm.”
While Finn was still recovering from his pain, the girls dragged him outside the apartment door and shut it behind them. Addy clapped her hands together.
“This is good. Everything is coming back together!”
Boden nodded. “I’m happy for you, Addy. C’mon, let’s get you packed.”
“Wait!” Addy grabbed for Bo’s arm. “You’re coming with me. I can’t do this alone and you -- you need to talk to Jensen. Boden, he isn’t with Lindsey because he wants to be. There’s no way.”
Boden shook her head. “I'll go with you for support, but I don't want to see Jensen, and I'm sure he doesn't want to see me. I'll just stay in the hotel room.”
“No, you have to push me to the door. Then you can go.”
Boden smiled and nodded, anxious to help her friend, but also very interested in avoiding any further drama that involved Jensen Ackles.
The wait for their flight to Vancouver was filled with nerves and what-if’s. Both of the girls had to calm each other multiple times, and by the time they were on the plane, they were ready to sleep the travel time away.
When they landed at the airport, Boden worked on getting a rental car while Adeline tried to get a hold of Misha.
“Hey, it’s me … maybe that’s why I’m getting your voicemail. I’m on my way to your place, Misha. I saw the Facebook Live, and I -- we need to talk. Bo and I just landed in Vancouver -- maybe don’t tell Jensen because I don’t think she wants to see him, but once we have the rental car, we’re stopping at the hotel, then I’m going to come straight there. I just, I wanted to let you know.”
Once Boden secured the rental car the two women spent the entire drive from the airport to the hotel and then to Misha’s apartment in complete silence. It wasn’t until Boden pulled into the parking lot of the familiar building that either of them said anything at all.
“You ok?” Boden asked, turning the car off.
“Not really,” Adeline sighed, “I’m just so nervous and I’m not even sure what I want to say to him.”
“It’s gonna be fine,” Boden reassured, “you love him right?”
“You know I do.”
“Then just tell him.”
Adeline nodded and took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. Boden was right behind her as she made her way toward Misha’s apartment. He hadn’t called her back since she’d left that message and she was worried about what his reaction would be when he saw her. When they reached the door, with some reassurance from Boden, she raised her fist and knocked.
It didn’t take long for Misha to answer the door and when he saw her he looked confused at first, then smiled. Adeline wasn’t sure what she wanted to say to him and seeing him had her at a loss for words. She followed him into the apartment and before she could get a word out he started talking.
“I’m sorry, Addy. I shouldn’t have acted like that, I was being stupid and I was letting my doubts get the better of me. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin everything we had. Everything I said and did after the article was published wasn’t me, you know that. You know I’m not that person. I didn’t -- I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Adeline. But I did. And it’s a love I will never get over. It’s you...or no one.”
Adeline looked at him in shock, his speech taking her off guard rendering her speechless. Boden, who was still standing in the doorway, was grinning from ear to ear.
“Kiss him you idiot!” she laughed.
Feeling a sudden wave of courage from her friend’s words she reached forward, grabbed his face in her hands, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, effectively deepening the kiss.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said when they broke apart, “for everything that Kelly put in that article, you know I would never have published those things. If I’d had any idea that’s what she was going to do, I wouldn’t have let that happen. I love you too much to let anything ruin that and I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for us when everything happened.”
“You don’t need to apologize, I’m the one who should be continuing to apologize.”
“There’s no need,” she said and kissed him again, “how about this. No more apologizing from either of us. We can just pretend like the last few months never happened.”
“I’m ok with that,” he grinned, pulling her closer for yet another kiss.
“Bo?”
Boden was still standing close to the doorway, grinning as her best friend worked things out with Misha. Up until she heard Jensen say her name, she hadn’t even known that Jensen was around -- with Lindsey right behind him.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “Addy was coming to see Misha and needed some support. I really didn’t think I would see you, I just -- I’m going to go.”
With that, Boden turned and fled the apartment, quickly getting into the car and heading back for the hotel.
Summary: Dean feels guilt and remorse about a previous fight with the reader.
A/N: This is my entry for @d-s-winchester 4k Celebration Bon Jovi Challenge, Song Prompt: Misunderstood
I wanna thank K ( @getyourrocksalt ) for the beta work and the boots! If you’re not already, make sure to follow her!
[Feedback’s the best way to show your love]
A Matter of Understanding
Should I? Could I?
Have said the wrong things right a thousand times
The loose gravel crackles under the tires while the car goes up the driveway and gradually comes to a stop. Dean sighs, both hands still on the wheel. He stares at the board and beyond licking his lips before pulling then with sharp teeth into his mouth. With eyes closed lifts his head, facing the cream leather upholstery. Right hand finally turns the key and shutting the engine down.
He’s been going over and over that argument inside his head. At first he was sure of everything that happened, he was right, you were the irrational one!
But then, as time passed by he realized maybe he was the one making no sense. Clenching his jaw he remembers the way you force the tears back failing miserably when a simple blink forced them to roll down your cheeks. At the moment he thought it was all part of your strategy but they were real, he knows better now and his heart aches.
With the back of his hand Dean wipes off some sweat and then rubs his brow. Kicking himself mentality, how could he be so stupid?
Opening his eyes he finally focuses on the house and sees you through one of the windows.
He watches you in detail. The contour of your face beyond the thin curtains, the way you move around and he notices you smiling because you’re happy.That’s all he ever wanted, even though it was him who stumble in the way, he always wished for you to be happy.
Dean’s stomach twists and the butterflies go crazy when you almost catch a sight of him outside, instead you walk to the other room, the living room. The window’s bigger there he can see you better. He watches as your mouth moves saying something he cannot hear and a few moments later jumps in surprise when you do.
A pair of hands wrap around your waist and you turn around, the biggest grin on your face. You both sit down on the couch, he plays with your hair and you laugh. Dean can almost hear the sound and his mind takes him to that time he first heard it, he smiles to himself remembering the way it filled his heart with joy .
And now you’re laughing because of someone else. He shouldn’t be jealous, not after all this time and if someone ever ask he’d denied it, but he is.
You cried, I died
I should have shut my mouth, things headed south
As the words slipped off my tongue, they sounded dumb
If this old heart could talk, it’d say you’re the one
I’m wasting time when I think about it
Dean gathers enough courage and gets out of the car, wincing when the old door creaks. Blowing air through his mouth and adjusting his clothes he walks towards the house, rehearsing his speech, the one he prepared earlier, his hands shake a little as he steps onto the porch, but before he can get near the door it’s janked open and you stare at him.
“Y-Y/N,” he stumbles a little with the words only saying your name.
“You plannin’ coming in. Or you gonna stay in the car forever,” you ask him, hands on your waist, all your weight in one foot.
“I-”
“Daddy!” Jake comes running towards him, almost pushing you out of the way. Dean crouches down opening his arms for his little boy.
“Hey kiddo!” He places a kiss on his little forehead.
“Come on dad!” Jake pulls him by the hand when Dean finally stands up again. “We were gonna watch Minions!!”
“Again?” Dean chuckles, you nod rolling your eyes and smile up at Dean closing the door once everyone’s inside.
“Why don’t you go ahead, I will make the popcorn!”
“Yes! Popcorn!!” Jake shouts running towards the living room, leaving you and Dean alone
“Saved you some pizza,” You signal over your shoulder towards the kitchen.
“Thanks, I’m starving.” Dean follows behind as you lead the way, stopping when his hands snake around your waist. “Sweetheart, I-”
“I know,” you sigh. “Me too. I mean… I guess I was a little wrong myself, you know. We just kinda…” you think a little bit for the rights words, certainly don’t wanna fight anymore.
His warm breath hits your neck and then his lips meet the sensitive skin behind your ear. “Don’t understand each other early in the morning.”
You place your hands above his hearing the grin on his voice. “Yeah that’s why…”
“Of course! Neither of us is a morning person, that’s why we should only argue about stuff at night, you know? Late at night.” He lowers his voice before kissing you again, inhaling your scent.
Smacking his hand you scoff. “I love you, dumbass!”
