I’ve wanted to host a writing/prompt challenge for a long time but I’ve always been too nervous (it’s a perpetual thing lmao). Well, I am taking the dive! Rules and all the information below the cut!
Credit to @santacarlahorrorshow for the lovely header! <3
RULES
1. This challenge is 18+. Seriously, don’t be a dick and ignore this rule.
2. Following that, all characters and reader insert are to be 18+
3. I really, really, really encourage dark!characters or dark!reader or both (soft!dark, dark, heavy!dark) for this but they do not have to be if that makes you uncomfortable. A lot of these prompts are going to be leaning towards dark but there are ways to not utilize them that way I’m sure!
4. These fics are to be reader insert.
5. Fandoms accepted are: Supernatural, Marvel, The Walking Dead, and Lord of the Rings verse (I’m begging for some Thranduil here lmao no shame).
6. All characters welcome! But please do not use real life actors for this!
7. Please do not write beastiality. That’s really the only thing I’m gonna be like “plz don’t” kink about.
8. The fics for this must be new, not adding to an already existing story. They can be drabbles, one shots, or a starting chapter for a new series.
9. I went back and forth about this but I think I am not going to put a limit on how many people can choose a prompt. This may come back to backfire on me but one prompt just might be popular and it would be fun to see what variations can come from it!
10. Send me an ask with your prompt you would like and character/s. I will tag you next to the prompt.
11. If you need to back out of the challenge, send me a DM and I will remove you. Things happen!
12. Make sure to tag your fics appropriately if they are dark! Not only does this help people avoid triggers but also you’ve done your due diligence to tell people to gtfo and if they don’t, well, then that’s on them.
13. You do not need to be following me to participate!
14. Please tag the fics as #thranduilswritingchallenge and also tag me to make sure I see it!
15. For lyrics and quotes, please use them in the fic! If there’s breaks in the lyric, feel free to break it up in the fic though. Situations are for encouragement. I did edit one lyric, Olivia O’Brien. I put the songs next to the lyrics in case you want to listen to the song.
16. The deadline for this challenge is September 4, 2021. I will make a masterpost and I will post it either 9/5 or 9/6!
Lyric Prompts
01. “You right, I got my guy. But I, I can’t help it, I want you” (You Right by Doja Cat)
02. “Good girls don’t cry and good girls don’t lie” (Good Girls by CHVRCHES)
03. “But you keep breaking me apart” (Fabric by Half Waif)
04. “Dance like you’re not a liar” (Last Night of an Empire by Imogen Heap)
05. “Two nights in a row, now I know that it’s broken” (Two Nights by Lykke Li)
06. “I want my ring back, baby, that’s a diamond” (Violent by carolesdaughter)
07. “I’ll show you how revenge can taste so sweet” (King by Lilith Czar)
08. “It’s certified, I’m not the nice one” (The Devil by Banks)
09. “Learn to take a hint. I thought I fucking told [you]” (No More Friends by Olivia O’Brien)
10. “What have you been doing? Don’t forget I am your home” (Purge the Poison by MARINA) --> @phantomwarrior12 (Dark!Gabriel)
11. “If I ever gave you a good reason to say goodbye I would regret it” (Getaway by VINCINT)
12. “Find your way back to my bed again” (Tulsa Jesus Freak by Lana Del Rey)
13. “Stop defending me, we’ll go down together” (Night Sway by Dance Gavin Dance)
14. “Don’t apologize for things you really felt” (Love Somebody Else by lovelytheband)
15. “Feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity” (All Your Love by Sir Sly)
16. “You’re so perfect from the outside. I stalked and studied away” (Who I Am by Code Orange)
17. “I used to know you. I never got you back” (Sideways by The Anix)
18. “You show up when I’m all alone” (Numb by Kiiara)
19. “Look out the window, see what you could’ve had” (Weird Leisure by Biffy Clyro)
20. “I hope that I mean it. Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I” (AWOL by Every Time I Die)
Quote Prompts
01. “Hold out your tongue.”
02. “Can you keep a secret?”
03. “Temper, temper…”
04. “I don’t really feel like fighting.”
05. “Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.” – David Jones
06. “Why are there weapons in my bathroom?”
07. “Go to hell!” “And leave you here all alone?”
08. “I love you.” “Don’t do that to yourself.”
09. “Here. Hold my morals.” --> @shadowshamrock (Dark!Sam Winchester)
10. “Hungry dogs are never loyal.” --> @mdemontespan1667 (Dark!Jake Jensen)
11. “The girl I’ve heard so much about.”
12. “I was protecting you!”
13. “Just because you’re speaking in a different language doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re cursing me out.”
14. “Oh, don’t blame them. They did their best to try to kill me.”
15. “I don’t know how I would survive without you.”
16. “The whole world thinks you’re dead.”
17. “I wanted to see how you are doing.”
18. “How do we keep getting into these situations?”
19. “You stay awake, do you hear me?”
20. “I’ll hunt you down if I have to.”
21. “Do we have to do this game all over again?”
22. “I said I would be here when you need it.” ( @dollslayer -- Dark!Steve Rogers)
23. “You’re quite possibly the worst liar on Earth.”
25. “What is so urgent that you had to wake me up at 2:30am?”
26. “You know if you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
27. “Could you stop being an asshole for just a moment?”
Situation prompts
01. Reader accidentally stumbles upon character burying body and is kidnapped to keep them from talking.
02. Dom!Reader denies character multiple orgasms
03. Reader is a hired assassin and does not expect their target to thwart them with their own skills.
04. Reader and character stranded on the side of the road, night is coming.
05. Reader is ignoring character’s advances and character decides to break into their home to set up a romantic dinner.
06. Winter vacation with reader and character.
07. Mutual masturbation
08. Stormy night and the power goes out. Reader and character find a way to entertain themselves.
09. Reader keeps finding things missing from their apartment and eventually finds out who is taking them.
10. Reader and/or character are in an established relationship with someone else. Unfortunately for them, sex pollen gets in the mix. And oops, one of them let it out on purpose!
11. Reader is a in a dom/sub relationship with character. Ignores dom’s orders to not go out for the night and faces the punishment when they come home.
12. Uniform change turns into something naughty.
13. Reader runs into character, who happens to be their ex that they ghosted.
14. College AU where Reader is an RA and one of their residents is hell bent on getting them to break the rules.
15. Reader goes to the cops with evidence that character is stalking them.
16. Reader being hunted by character (or even more fun, characters!).
17. Pregnant sex
Remember to have fun!!!
Tagging some people who may be interested in participating (please do not feel obligated!!): @sherrybaby14 @shadowshamrock @greenappleeyes @mcudarklibrary @mcnegan @afanofmanystuffs
Hey guys! This is not what I usually write at all, but I got a really good request from @allthings-sammy and I am always up for a challenge.
Summary: This is a fic told from Sam’s point of view through the Gadreel incident. Specifically, when Kevin dies and after he exits his body.
****Warnings: This does not paint Dean well. If you are a total Dean fan, I do not recommend you read this.****
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Sam slammed his fists against the door. His body vibrating from the force. His breath was loud and heavy in his chest as he continued to throw his fists and feet at the closed door.
“No!” He screamed into the black room. The vast and empty darkness didn’t answer him, just glared back into him with its deafening silence. He watched his own body move around the bunker. Watched his hands touch his clothing, his food, his everything. Saw his hands place his favorite jacket across his shoulders, but couldn’t feel the warmth. He was trapped. Gadreel trapped him away in the deepest recesses of his mind. His hands slid over the sigil, altering it slightly. He heard Gadreel talking as if he was Sam.
“Dean! Don’t listen, it's not me!” Sam screamed. He slammed his body against the door, it didn’t even move in its frame. He watched as his hand covered Kevin’s head. How his eyes lit up and scream tore from his throat.
“No! Please no! No!” Sam screamed in shock and horror, listening to his voice echoing all around him. He watched the life leave Kevin’s body. His voice got louder and louder around him until there was nothing but screaming. Sam covered his ears, falling to his knees and closing his eyes. Then there was silence. He dropped his hands and looked around to see himself back in the bunker. He looked at his hands as if he was seeing them for the first time. His heart rate began to slow as the familiarity of the bunker calmed him.
“Hey.” Dean greeted him, placing a laptop on the table.
“Dean. What happened?” Sam stood, walking over to his brother.
“Uh, nothing man. I came in here to tell you about the case I found and you were kneeling of the floor.” Dean furrowed his eyebrows at his brother.
“A case?” Sam asked, confusion across his face. There was something he couldn’t remember. Where was he before he came in here? Why does this feel like it shouldn’t be happening?
“Yes. A case, as in our job.” Dean moved his hand in between them.
“Right, yeah ok. What is it?” Sam shook his head, something still felt out of place. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Cheerleaders.” Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, flashing Sam a toothy grin. Sam chuckled and then sat down at the table to do some research. He read over the article Dean had found, trying to focus. He had been struggling lately. He felt like he was beginning to lose his mind. He would fall in and out of focus. There would be gaps of time missing from his day. He would suddenly be in a room and have no idea how he got there. Dean was talking to him strangely as well. As if he sometimes was talking to someone else. He felt really good, almost too good. Charged and ready all the time. He no longer had the ache in his bones. He knew he should feel beat up and spent after the trials, but he didn’t. He shook his head again and continued to read up for the case. He licked his lips and ran his hand through his hair, concentrating. His hands flipped the pages, frustration growing within him.
“It just doesn’t make any sense. Why is this ghoul only chomping on dead cheerleaders?” He said aloud to Dean, somewhere else in the bunker.
“Hey you wanna beer?” Dean yelled.
“No, I’m fine.” Sam said, still looking at the book.
“Not bad.” The familiar voice spoke behind him. Sam immediately bolted out of his seat and faced Crowley.
“Dean. Dean!” He screamed for his brother.
“Poughkeepsie.” Crowley said, his voice was low and sure. Sam’s muscles contracted and his eyes shot to Crowley's. He shouldn’t know that word. How could he possibly know what that means?
“How do you know that word?” Sam asked him, standing up to face him.
“Because Dean sent me, Bullwinkle. The real Dean. I'll make this quick, you’ve been possessed by an angel. He has got you packed away in some dusty corner of your own mind and I’m here to break you out.” Crowley said quickly, moving his hands as if Sam knew exactly what to do. Things began to connect within Sam’s mind. Puzzle pieces coming together. Things that didn’t add up were now being to make perfect sense. He didn’t know how to believe it. He couldn’t believe it. How could he be possessed by an angel? He never allowed one in.
“Seriously.” He said to Crowley, hoping this was all a joke.
“Fine.” Crowley said reaching for Sam’s gun on the table. “We’ll do this the fun way.” He lifted the gun and shot Sam in the chest. Sam flinched and shook from the force, but nothing happened. He looked down at the bullet hole and felt his heart drop in his chest. It was true. It was all true.
“See? Not real, like I said. I know how possession works, Sam. You’ve seen everything that he's seen, even if you can’t remember. So, what I need you to do, I need you to remember.” Crowley looked at him with pleading and wide eyes. Sam felt the memories begin to flood his mind. Him in the hospital bed. Him slicing someone's throat. Dean’s beaten face, looking at him with worry. Finally, Kevin with glowing and burnt out eyes. His body going limp under Sam’s hand. Sam closed his eyes and felt the shame wash over him. Filling every ounce of his body. He felt the ache in his bones again. Felt the guilt weighing down his chest. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the table.
“Did I kill Kevin?” He asked, not having the strength to look Crowley in the eye.
“No. You didn’t, he did.” Crowley assured him. Sam knew he was right, that it wasn’t him. That it was the angel possessing him, but it still felt like he had done it. It still felt like he was the one who had taken a friend's life. He couldn’t catch his breath. Anger and remorse filled his body, leaving him heavy and used. “You need to take control, Sam. Blow it up, and cast that punk ass holy roller out!” Crowley yelled, his voice rising in pitch. Sam looked over at him. Another man was behind him. He knew it was him. He knew he was the one who had tricked him from the beginning. His eyebrows knitted together on his forehead and he rose to his full height. Squaring his shoulders and narrowing his eyes at the intruder.
“What?” Crowley asked. Sam looked down at him and then back to the other man. “Oh, bullocks.” Crowley said, tilting his head down.
“Hello, Sam.” The man spoke. A chill went up Sam’s spine.
“Who are you?” Sam asked him, feeling his muscles tensing.
“His name is Gadreel, the original chump.” Crowley said, squaring up to Gadreel. Sam thought that name sounded familiar, he couldn’t remember exactly. He looked between him and Crowley as they exchanged words. How Gadreel was planning on bringing the angels back to heaven. Sam looked down in confusion, that was supposed to be impossible. Crowley punched Gadreel in the face. Gadreel recoiled and hit Crowley, sending him across the table and onto the floor. Gadreel began to kick and beat Crowley while he was on the ground. Sam stood and watched as the walls closed in around him. His breathing picked up and his heartrate skyrocketed. He raced over and tackled Gadreel who quickly threw Sam off of him. His body hit the floor and he knew that he was in for a fight. He tried to regain his strength when Gadreel spoke.
“Give up, boy. You’re not strong enough.” He sent a kick into Gadreel’s face, sending him stumbling backwards.
“Take control, Sam. Cast him out!” Crowley spoke from the floor. Sam tried to get up and fight.
“Get out of my-” He was cut off by Gadreel pinning him back to the floor. His hand wrapped around Sam’s neck, cutting off his air supply. Sam reached up and grabbed his throat as well.
“You sure you want me to go? Maybe I’m the only thing holding you together. I leave you might die.” His words sparked something in Sam. His whole life he had felt like he could never use his full strength. Even with hunting he always held back just enough. The rage and guilt tormenting him filled his body and he knew he had to use everything he had. He reached for the closest object and smashed Gadreel over the head with it. Sam then pushed Gadreel’s body off of him and stood up. Feeling a strength, he had long forgotten about. His teeth gritted together as his foot came slamming down on Gadreel’s chest.
“I said, get the hell out.” Sam’s blood was pumping fast in his veins. His skin was tight against his tense muscles. His chest rose and fell with loud heavy breaths. And then suddenly he was in a chair. His arms tied down. His mouth opened and it felt as if a cloud of cold fog was being pulled out of him, deep within his gut. Then came the fiery smoke of Crowley being forced out as well. Sam’s body slumped into itself in the chair. His head lolled to the side slightly, exhaustion evident on his face. Cas and Dean ran to him. Cas taking out the metal pins as Dean undid the chains keeping him in the chair.
“Cas?” Sam looked up at the angel, confusion in his expression. Cas hooked Sam’s arm over his shoulders and they limped out together. Cas helped him into the car as quickly as they could and the three of them pulled away. The car ride was quiet and tense. There was no talking, no music, no sound except the engine. A sound that usually calmed and centered Sam now made his blood run cold. All he could think about was how he had been lied to for months. All he could hear was Dean’s voice telling him that he was just tired. Dismissing his claims of feeling off. How he was missing time. How he knew something wasn’t right. How there were all these unexplained things happening around him and no one could give him and answer. He closed his eyes and felt the realization of how this one lie cost his relationship with his brother. He knew he wasn’t perfect. He knew he had made mistakes and trusted the wrong person. This felt selfish. This felt like Dean did it so he didn’t have to be alone. It wasn’t for Sam. It was for Dean. The car pulled over to a bridge and they all got out. The rain was falling around them. Sam felt it sliding down his hair and on his shoulder. Cas healed him, making his headache disappear, but leaving all his other aches. His shoulders were slumped in exhaustion and betrayal.
“Alright, let me have it.” Dean said, moving to look Sam in the eye.
“What do you want me to say? That I'm pissed? I think you know that.” Sam looked at him, his jaw twitching in anger.
“I did what I had to do.” Dean said, his eyes narrowing.
“You say that like it solves everything, like I will just completely understand and thank you. You tricked me and lied to me for months because you didn’t want to be alone. You can't handle being alone.” Sam stood a little taller, letting his anger take him.
“I saved your life.” Dean argued back.
“I was willing to die, Dean! I was willing to take that sacrifice and use it to make the world better! We could have done what we always wanted to do; we could have closed off hell forever! I could have done so much good. I could have given back so much that I took when I started the apocalypse and you didn’t let me. You didn’t let me because you were too scared of being alone! Now Kevin is dead, Cas is hurt, and the world is still in the toilet. All for me to live a few more years? Once again, you showed me how much you don’t trust me. When really Dean you’re the one I can't trust anymore.” Sam pointed his finger at his brother.
“Sam, you would have done the same for me and you know it!” Dean yelled back, his voice deep.
“No, I wouldn’t have. I would not have betrayed you by allowing an angel to possess you for months and lying to you about it. Do you know what I have been going through? How crazy I have felt? I thought I was losing my mind, Dean. I was beginning to think that something was really wrong with me. I didn’t trust myself and you did that to me. You made me doubt myself because I thought that you would never hurt me this way. I thought that you may lie to me here and there, but you would never let me think I was actually losing it. After everything we have been through. After all the bad we have struggled through, I could always trust you to feel like I had a partner in this never-ending fight. You took that from me.” Sam spread his arms out wide, his voice growing in volume as his rage and sadness took over. Dean became another person that betrayed Sam. Another person who Sam had given everything to, only to have it slapped back in his face once again.
“I’m leaving anyway. I’m finding Gadreel on my own.” Dean said, turning on his heel.
“As long as it doesn’t include me, I don’t care what you do.” Sam said, knowing full well it would crush Dean. He watched his brother stop walking for a moment, letting Sam’s words sink into him. Sam thought he might turn around, but he didn’t. Dean continued to walk away and get in the impala. Sam turned to Cas who gave him a somber look. The two of them got in Cas’s car and made their way to the bunker.
“Sam, I know what he did was wrong, but he was only trying to save you.” Cas said, looking over at Sam.
“He saved me not thinking about that I could have saved the world. I could have given some good.” Sam said, never moving his eyes from looking out the window. Cas pulled up to the bunker and they silently made their way to their rooms. Sam locked his door, something he never did, and sat down on his bed. He looked down at his hands and all he could see was them hovering over Kevin’s black hair. Sam closed his eyes and bowed his head, paying his own respects to Kevin. It wasn’t until he felt a tear against his lips that he realized he was crying. He wiped away his tears and placed his elbows on his thighs, holding his head up with his hands. He was so tired. He could feel the debilitating fatigue in his body. He took in a deep breath and picked his head up, knowing what he had to do. He had to find Gadreel. He had to set this right. Dean didn’t get to kill Gadreel. This was Sam’s fight.
The next morning Sam got up and got dressed as he always did. He made his way down the hallway when something stopped him. The door to Dean’s room was open ajar. Sam peaked inside, seeing it just as Dean left it. He walked in and tried to put himself in his brother’s frame of mind. He understood the desperation Dean felt. He understood the fear of facing this world alone. What he didn’t understand was the lying. The complete deception from Dean. He walked over to Dean’s desk and found the box, taking it for himself. He brought it into the kitchen and opened it. His fingers flipped through the pictures until he found the one he wanted. It was him and Dean at Bobby’s house. Half-eaten sandwiches and almost empty beers sat in front of them. Sam stared at the picture for what felt like hours. He looked so happy in the picture. His eyes glued to Dean. There was not an ounce of distrust in him those few years ago. Sam dropped the picture in the box and closed his eyes. He knew he could never go back to that complete trust he had for his brother. That was long gone. He slammed the box shut and placed it back in Dean’s room, closing the door behind him. He moved to the library and sat down at the table. The ache in his bones was back. The pounding in his head was still there. He felt used and broken. He felt stupid for believing he could feel so good after going through such a traumatic experience. His chest was tight and he felt like he couldn’t get enough air. He felt like a fish trying to live on air.
The days turned to night and Sam would try and find peace in sleeping. His slumber often interrupted by the visions of Kevins lifeless body falling to the floor. He would often give up on sleeping and make his way back to the library to read anything he could. His mind felt foggy and he often found himself staring at the same page for longer than necessary. If you asked him what he just read, he would have no idea. He couldn’t get the same thing out of his head, someone else used my body for months. Someone else saw what I saw. Knows what I was thinking. There was no getting over that. No moving on.
As Sam was often asked to do, he forgave. He forgave, but he never forgot. The dishonesty and the deception always remained. He loved his brother, but there are somethings that one cannot simply overlook.
Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader, mentions of Lisa Braden x Dean
Summary: This is an SPN AU and will also turn dark in later chapters. Sam Winchester is a hot new lawyer making a name for himself and looking to make partner at his firm by the end of the year. It’s all work and no play for Sam and Y/n as Sam puts in all that overtime at the office and Y/n is stuck home alone. All of that changes when Sam’s mechanic brother, Dean, needs a place to crash as he tries to get back on his feet after his wife Lisa kicked him out.
A/N: I hope this chapter makes sense: this is what happened one month prior and immediately before the Craving drabble.
One month ago:
“Hey babe have you seen my boxers?” Sam called as he moved through the house, towel wrapped around his waist, held up by his left hand. “There weren’t any in my dresser.”
“Looking for these, Mr. Winchester?” You giggled, holding up one pair of Sam’s boxer briefs from the small laundry basket you held in your other hand, the basket filled with every pair of underwear Sam owned.
“Why yes, Mrs. Winchester.” Sam smirked as he moved into the kitchen where you stood leaning against the counter. “But why do you have my underwear?” He moved to snatch the boxers from your hand but you pulled them away before he could grab them.
“Because, you finally have your first day off in over a month and I am going to make sure we spend the entire day, naked.” You grinned and sat the basket of clothes down on the cabinet so you could snake your arms around your husband’s neck, pulling his mouth down to yours in a heated kiss.
“Sounds like a good plan to me, baby.” Sam spoke against your lips before his hand cradled the back of your head and he deepened the kiss.
The sound of the doorbell made Sam pull back from your hungry mouth. “Just ignore it.” You groaned and pulled his mouth back down to yours.
The bell chimed again followed the thumps of a fist hitting the door. “Hey Sammy, you home?” The muffled sound of your brother-in-law, Dean’s, voice following the thumps.
You groaned and Sam chuckled as you reluctantly pulled apart. “I’ll get the door, you get dressed.” You huffed as you straightened out your blouse and headed towards the door.
“Hey Dean.” You greeted with a forced smile as you pulled open the front door.
“Heya sweetheart. Sammy home?” Dean smiled brightly as he chewed on a piece of gum.
“Surprisingly, yes. He is actually home today.” You replied, a little more snarkiness in your voice than you had intended.
“Hey Dean.” Sam’s voice drew your attention as he bounded down the stairs to join you both. “Good to see you.” Sam pulled his older brother into a hug. “It’s been a while.”
“That’s because you’re never home.” Dean laughed and clapped his brother on the back before pulling away. “I’ve been here at least four times in the last month and you haven’t been home.”
“Yeah, Y/n told me you had stopped by a few times.” Sam smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, I’m trying to get that promotion at the firm so I have to put in the extra time.”
“Yep, I know man. You don’t gotta explain it to me.”
“So, come on in and sit down, I’ll grab some beers.” Sam clapped his hands together as the three of you moved into the living room.
“Um, before we get comfy,” Dean spoke up. “I need to ask for a favor.” He looked down at the floor like there was suddenly something very interesting down there.
Sam sighed and his shoulders squared as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why did Lisa kick you out this time?”
“Well, you know,” Dean kicked at the floor, his hands shoved in his pockets and his shoulders slumped, “I work too much, drink too much, stay out too much, chase girls too much.” He lifted his head and his full lips curled into a smirk. “I guess I’m just, too much.”
You huffed and rolled your eyes as you watched Dean shrug his shoulders like the situation was nothing new and you guessed it wasn’t. Lisa kicked Dean at least once or twice a year for some indiscretion or another. But, this was the first time he had ever shown up on your doorstep when it had happened.
“Okay,” Sam gave his brother a thin smile, “you can crash in the guest room.”
“Awesome.” Dean beamed. “It’ll just be for a few days, until I find my own place.” Dean straightened up and turned towards the front door. “I’ll go grab my bag from the car.”
You waited until you heard the front door close before you turned to your husband, your hands on your hips as you looked up at him. “Really Sam?”
Sam huffed and ran a hair through his still damp hair. “What? I can’t leave him homeless, he’s my brother.”
You knew Sam was right, and it wasn’t that you didn’t like Dean, you did. You and Dean had always gotten along great. He had always been nice to you and had treated you like family since the day Sam had introduced the two of you. You were just salty that Dean had interrupted your plans for the day. It had been so long since you and Sam had any quality time together and you were pretty pent up and frustrated.
“It’s only for a few days, I promise baby.” Sam turned to you, his large hands gently cupped your cheeks as he bent down and placed a loving kiss to your lips.
“Okay.” You sighed softly as you all but melted into your husband’s caress. “If it’s only for a few days.”
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One month later:
“Hey Dean.” You called his name to draw his attention as he sat on the sofa, laptop in his lap.
“Hey sweetheart,” Dean glanced up with a smile before looking back at his screen, clicking a few buttons before closing the lid and setting the laptop aside to give you his full attention. “What’s up?”
You pushed a stray strand of hair out of your face as you leaned against the door frame, the kitchen towel still in one hand from where you had been cleaning up some of the dishes in the kitchen from where you had been cooking. “Um, I hate to ask but, is there any way you could make yourself scarce this evening?”
“Sammy coming home early?” Dean gave you a knowing smirk.
“Yeah.” You giggled and felt your cheeks heat up, “I was hoping for a romantic dinner tonight.”
“Say no more,” Dean grinned, “I’ll stay out of the way.” He rose to his feet already looking for his jacket. “I’ll head over to Garth’s or maybe down to the bar for a while.”
“Thanks Dean.”
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The table was set, candles lit, and you were dressed in a skimpy little black number that accentuated all of your curves and was guaranteed to get Sam’s heart racing. Your hair and makeup were flawless and you felt confident you and Sam were going to have a long overdue but amazing night.
Sam was late but that wasn’t unusual. If Sam said he would be home at six then it was usually seven by the time he rolled through the door. You were getting anxious though, he was already an hour late and you paced the floor in your black heels as you waited nervously.
When the sound of your cell ringing broke the silence in the house your heart sank. You reluctantly picked up your phone, seeing Sam’s face flash across the screen confirmed your fears. “Hello?” You couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice as you answered. You knew what this call meant.
“Baby, don’t get mad but,” Sam began and you huffed in annoyance. He wasn’t coming home early. You listened as Sam made excuse after excuse; clients, deadlines, he’s trying to make partner, after all.
You nodded your head as you listened even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah Sam, I know.” You replied, defeated, the tears welling in your eyes but you tried to hide the emotion in your voice. “I know.” You repeated as Sam continued to talk. “Yeah, it’ll be worth it.” You leaned heavily on the counter-top in front of you as you tried to blink away the tears before they could fall down your cheeks. “Okay. Yeah, I love you too.”
You hung up the phone and threw it down on the counter harder than necessary. Another broken date, another night alone. Sam kept telling you that once he got the promotion it would all be worth it. It would allow you and Sam to purchase a bigger house and then maybe Sam would agree to finally begin trying for the baby you so desperately craved. You wanted all those things but you felt like you and Sam were growing apart. Was it really worth it if you were miserable?
“Everything okay sweetheart?” The deep rumble of Dean’s voice startled you and you jumped, spinning around to look behind you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Dean smiled and held up his cell phone. “Realized I forgot my phone.”
You quickly wiped at your cheeks, trying to hide the tears that had spilled from your eyes before Dean noticed, but it was too late. “Sammy not going to make it?” He frowned as he moved further into the room.
“Um, no.” You sniffled. “Something came up at work so he’s pulling an all-nighter.” You gave him a tight lipped smile as you tried to hold back more tears that were threatening to spill.
“Awe, sweetheart,” Dean quickly crossed to you and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry. I know you worked hard on dinner.”
“It’s okay. It’s nothing.” You abruptly pulled away from Dean, not because you didn’t want to hug Dean, you had never had a problem with it in the past, but because you enjoyed it a little too much. Strong arms wrapped around you, the heat of his chest against yours, and the smell of his cologne; it all hit you like a ton of bricks in the thirty seconds it took for you to melt against his body.
If Dean was offended by your sudden rejection he didn’t let on. “It’s not nothing. I mean, dinner looks fantastic,” Dean motioned to the dishes still on the stove waiting to be served, “and you,” Dean grinned as he leaned back slightly, making a show of letting his eyes roam over you from head to toe, “you look better than fantastic. You are gorgeous, sweetheart. Sammy would kick himself if he knew what he was missing.”
You giggled and felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “Thanks Dean. I appreciate that.”
“I tell ya what,” Dean took your elbow in his hand gently and began to steer you to the dining table, “you have a seat,” he graciously pulled out your chair for you, “and I’ll serve dinner. No reason to let all this good food and hard work go to waste.” He talked as he moved back into the kitchen.
“Dean, you really don’t have to do this. I know you probably had plans tonight.” You called after him.
“Nonsense,” Dean scoffed as he re-entered the room with a plate in each hand. “There is nothing I’d rather be doing than having dinner with a beautiful woman.” He gave you a wink as he set your plate down in front of you.
You gave a shake of your head and a roll of your eyes. “That how you pick up chicks Dean?” You laughed teasingly, “Lay on that Winchester charm real thick?”
“Of course.” Dean smirked as he took a seat at your side.
Dean poured the wine and you both tucked into your meals. The wine and the conversation flowed and you slowly forgot how lonely you had been. You may have complained to Sam about his brother moving in with the two of you in the beginning but now, you were glad that he was there.
Dinner had been eaten, dessert had been served, and the bottle of wine was almost empty when Dean rose to stand from his chair. You looked up at him with questioning eyes until he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“I’m just gonna grab a smoke out back. Be right back.” He smiled.
You grabbed his wrist before he could take two steps away from the table. “You don’t have to go outside. You can smoke in here.” You looked up at him with big doe eyes. You didn’t know why but you didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t want to be alone, not even for a few minutes.
“I’m pretty sure I do, sweetheart. Sam would kill me if he found out I was smoking in his house.” Dean chuckled as he tried to pull from your grip.
“Well I’m pretty sure this is my house too and if I say you can smoke in here then you can smoke in here.” You huffed in annoyance and dropped his wrist to cross your arms over your chest.
“Okay, okay.” Dean held his hands out in surrender before he pulled his chair back out and sat down.
You smiled triumphantly as you watched him pull out a cigarette and bring it to his full lips, lighting it and inhaling the smoke.
“Let me have one of those.” You nodded to the pack of cigarettes on the table.
Dean’s eyebrows shot up both in surprise and question at your request. “Don’t think Sammy would like that either darlin’.”
You glowered at Dean and reached for the pack yourself. He didn’t try to stop you, only chuckled as you brought the cigarette up to your lips. Dean pulled his Zippo from his pocket and leaned forward, igniting the flame and lighting the tip of the smoke for you.
You inhaled the acrid smoke, holding it in your lungs for a few seconds before blowing the rest out between pursed lips. “Right now I don’t care what Sammy likes and besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt me.” You giggled.
“Is that so, sweetheart?” Dean’s eyes darkened and he drew his bottom lip between his teeth.
You hummed your response as you emptied the last of the wine into your wine glass. “Yep, and I’m not going to tell him.” You brought the glass of wine up to your lips, taking a drink before your glassy eyes landed back on Dean. “You won’t tell him will you?” You gasped as the thought suddenly crossed your tipsy mind.
Dean’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned at you. “Nah darlin’, I’m really good at keeping secrets.”
“Oh, good.” You sighed in relief and finished off the wine from your glass. You frowned as you stared down at the dirty dishes on the table. You really didn’t want to clean this mess up now. You had enough alcohol in your system that you were feeling relaxed and happy for the first time in a long time and washing dishes was not relaxing and definitely did not make you happy.
Dean noted the frown on your face and reached out, taking your hand in his larger one and giving it a soft squeeze. “C’mon sweetheart, I’ll help you clean this mess up before we go to bed.”
“Thanks Dean, you’re the best.” You smiled happily, maybe cleaning the kitchen with Dean wouldn’t be so bad.
Just as you had hoped, you were having more fun that you thought possible while cleaning. Dean was playing music from his phone, classic rock filling the room, as the two of you danced around and sang off key while filling the dishwasher and placing the leftovers in containers.
You had your back to Dean when Bob Seger’s We’ve Got Tonight began to play through the small speaker. You closed your eyes and hummed as the raspy voice filled your ears. You had always loved this song. You let your head fall back as the music carried you away to a happy memory, one of you and Sam when you had first started dating, when Sam treated you like you were the most important thing in the world. You began to sway back and forth to the rhythm of the music, remembering the feel of Sam’s arms around you, holding you close as you danced together for the first time at that frat party in college.
“Still here we are, both of us lonely.” Sam sang against your ear as he moved and swayed with you.
“Longing for shelter from all that we see.” The voice against your ear was too deep to be Sam’s, the arms around your waist a little too thick, the scruff against your cheek a little too rough to be your husband’s. “Why should we worry? No one will care, girl. Look at the stars, so far away.”
You blinked your eyes open, your brow furrowing in confusion. “Dean?”
“We’ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?” His baritone was a soft whisper against your ear as he sang. “We’ve got tonight, babe. Why don’t you stay?”
“Dean.” You said his name again but this time it came out more breathy and less of a question.
If Dean heard you then he ignored you as he continued to sing along with the song. His arms loosened from around your waist and you thought for a moment he was going to step back but he simply moved his hands to grip at the curve of your hips.
“Dean, what are you…” your words trailed off as he brushed his full lips over the shell of your ear making your entire body shiver against his. His breath was hot against your skin and when he pressed his body tight against yours, your ass resting against his crotch while he began to sway, you had to bite your lip to stifle the groan that filled your throat.
By the second verse Dean had stopped singing and instead his lips moved down your neck and shoulder placing searing wet kisses along your skin that made you squirm in his grip.
“Dean, wait, stop.” Your pleas came out as whimpered breaths.
“Shh baby,” He cooed against your ear. “Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.” His tongue darted out to lick a warm line against your ear.
“W-we can’t.” Your voice was quivering almost as much as your body.
“Oh yes we can.” You could hear the smirk in his voice even though you couldn’t see his face.
You opened your mouth to protest the very moment Dean decided to sink his teeth into the curve of your neck, biting and nibbling on your skin, just enough pleasure and pain to send a jolt of desire straight to your core. What once was a protest on your tongue turned into a wanton moan.
“Yeah,” His breath was back against your cheek, “you know you want it. You’re wound up so tight you’re about ready to explode, aren’t ya baby?” As he spoke, Dean’s hands slid from your waist down the outside of your thighs, his rails raking against your skin as he gripped the hem of your short dress and tugged it up to your waist. “How long has it been, huh? How long since Sammy fucked you like you need to be fucked?”
“Too long.” You groaned as you pushed yourself back harder into Dean’s body. God, what were you doing? Your mind was screaming at you that this was wrong but Dean felt so good and your body was reacting no matter what your brain had to say.
“That’s right, but don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’m going to take real good care of you sweetheart.” Dean emphasized his point as he hand slid between your thighs and cupped your lace covered cunt. He ground his heel against your clit and your knees almost buckled at the sudden contact. “I don’t mind picking up Sammy’s slack, that’s what big brothers are for.” He chuckled as he felt how damp your panties were and he had barely touched you yet.
“Fuck, Dean.” You whined as you rocked shamelessly against his hand seeking more friction.
His name falling from your lips was music to his ears and his cock twitched in his pants in recognition. You whined as he jerked his hand from between your legs and gripped your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. Before you could speak Dean’s full lips crashed against your own, devouring you with a hunger that you hadn’t felt in far too long.
Your lips parted easily for the soft slip of his tongue and you clung to his firm body as he licked into your mouth again and again only breaking apart when neither of you could breathe. Dean pulled back, staring down at you with lust-filled eyes, his tongue darting out to chase the taste of you on his bottom lip.
“Oh sweetheart,” he almost purred the words as he reached up and stroked your flushed cheek, “the things I’m going to do to you.” He groaned and his eyes fluttered closed as pornographic images danced in his head. “So many things.” His lush lips curled up into a smirk an instant before he hauled you off your feet and carried you through the house to his bedroom.
Characters: MOC!Dean x Reader, Soulless!Sam x Reader (eventually)
Warnings: Dark!fic, Language, Violence
Word Count: 600
Summary: Y/N left Sam and Dean Winchester when her best friend, Charlie Bradbury, was killed while trying to help them. Now, different versions of them are back and they want Y/N to come back to the bunker with them.
You met his gaze with a cold glare as he walked across the bar towards you. Those green eyes that you’d once adored only reminded you of pain and betrayal now, and you had no intentions of letting him anywhere close to you again.
“You have some nerve thinking you can show your face anywhere near me, Winchester,” you seethed, staring him dead in the eyes.
“Last time I checked buying myself a few drinks isn’t illegal,” He shrugged, gesturing for the bartender to make him a drink, “Plus, this isn’t your bar, you can’t tell me to leave,”
You downed the rest of your drink, scowling at him, “What the hell do you want?”
He leaned back against the bar, “Sammy and I think it’s time you come back to the bunker with us,”
You couldn’t stop the small laugh that came out of your mouth, though your eyes were still cold and fixated on Dean, “You’re joking right?Because I made it very clear that I’m never going back there, you and your brother are dead to me,”
“Come on, Y/N/N, you don’t mean that-”
“My best friend is dead because of you two,” you growled, “All Charlie ever did was love you two and try to help, but look where that got her,”
Dean took an intimidating step towards you, but you stood tall and held your place, “Her blood is on Sam’s hands, not mine,” he replied, his tone harsh.
“If you hadn’t been so stubborn, Sam never would’ve dragged Charlie into your mess in the first place!” You snapped, “If you had just listened to me-” you stopped yourself, shaking your head, “I’m not doing this- I promised myself I’d never do this. I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just leave me the hell alone,”
Dean shook his head, a sly smile across his lips, “No can do sweetheart. Sammy and I miss you,”
Something was clearly off with Dean, but you had yet to see the pink mark on his arm and put the pieces together. He took another step towards you and you still didn’t retreat. “I don’t care.”
“You’re coming back to the bunker with us,” He was towering over you now, but your hard glare never softened.
“You don’t scare me,” you spat, “And it’s not like you’re gonna try anything- look around, you do anything and someone will call the cops within seconds,”
“Really?” Dean rose an eyebrow at you and turned his back to you, “Everyone, get the hell out! Now!” His voice echoed throughout the bar as the people fell silent. Something about his words, made it clear that he was not messing around. Within seconds the crowd was scrambling to get out of the bar.
“How-” You trailed off as Dean stepped closer. This time you stumbled back, intimated by him. You were stopped dead in your tracks as your back ran into what felt like a person behind you. Immediately, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pinning your arms to your sides. “Get off me!” You screamed as you kicked and fought against your attacker, but they were unfazed, only tightening their grip on you.
“Good to see you again, Y/N,” the person holding you back spoke into your ear and you stopped struggling for a moment.
“Sam?” You craned your neck to look up at his large figure. Sure enough, your gaze was met with his sunflower eyes and long brown hair. “Sam whats going on?” Your attention was yanked away from the younger Winchester when thick fingers grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look Dean in the eyes.
“Maybe you should be scared of me,” he said darkly, a smirk still plastered across his face, “I’m not the same person you used to know,” his eyes flashed black.
“Get the hell out of him,” you sneered as you ice again began to thrash against Sam’s hold.
Dean only chucked, “Oh, Y/N. There’s nothing in me. In fact, I’m the most me I’ve ever been,” He leaned closer to you, softly placing kisses from your neck up to your jaw, “I may be a little different, but some things never change,”
As much as you hated it, you couldn’t stop the tingling feeling in your stomach and small moan that escaped your lips. Dean laughed softly and pulled away, fire spread across your skin at his touch.
He tucked your falling hair behind your ear, then looked past you and into his brothers eyes, “Let’s take her home, Sammy,”
