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the au you build with your best friend is something so special and beautiful except for when you try to explain it to someone else and forget they don’t have Context or Lore built in.

#And then you have to sit there and explain and it’s like so convoluted and crazy and there’s one squilliam layers #Westie #jude.txt #john fic

[You deserve better]

[John walker x fem!reader]

[Description: You've never had a great experience with dating, but when one of your friends insists that you'll like this guy, you decide to give it a shot. Which you greatly regret because he sucks. To your Surprise John is there for you]

[TW: reader gets shit for her outfit, and kinda slut shamed, readers gets sexualized and is ignored. Might be sad, bad words probably, tell me if I should add anything, jealous, John's wife divorced him (nun of there are from john) ]

[Notes: no fiscal description except her outfit kinda, i tweaked the request just a little,]

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Don’t let a literal monster make you feel like shit.

Pairing : Winchester!Reader, Dean, Sam, John

Word count : 1,790

Warnings : AFAB Reader. Homophobia / homophobia in religion, Arachne, fear, anxiety, living in the closet, confessions, acceptance.

Commissioned by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

Header on commission by : @sorenmarie87

A/N : When asked to write this, I immediately messaged Dawn to see if she had time to do a commission for me because I felt it needed more than just a gif to go with it. Dawn didn’t disappoint. Thank you again, Dawny. Happy pride, guys. And if you need an accepting mom, I’m your mom now.

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“You sure this is the place?” Dean whispered, eyes scanning the room.

“You questioning my research?” you whispered back, shooting him a glare and he quickly shook his head, lips pursing as he looked up to the preacher who was speaking animatedly. Dean and churches never mixed. Hell, you and churches never really mixed either. But something was off with this place. “Look, the message boards say people are either going missing or coming out wrong. It’s the closest fit to what we found, this is the common connection. And I looked into it, and something is off, okay? It’s.. It’s too culty.”

“It’s religion, sweetheart.” Dean muttered, leaning a touch closer to your ear to keep his voice as low as possible. “They’re all cults.” You couldn’t help the smirk at that. Winchesters and religion never really did see eye to eye. Your smile faded as what the preacher was saying started to register, Dean’s voice starting to fade into the background. “Well, if there is anything off in this place, Sammy will find it.” Dean glanced back at the doorway as if he expected to see Sam come in, but your eyes were on the preacher.

“- delusional. Man laying with another man, woman with another woman, it is evil! They will be sent to the fiery pits of hell to burn for all eternity. They claim they were born this way, that it’s not a choice. But they forget, they were made in gods image and god is not a homosexual!”

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Get Over Yourself

John Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2331

Warnings: Language, fluffy

Summary: Reader wonders what it would be like to be with John. John and Reader catch a glimpse of what could be.

A/N: Just a fun little story inspired by another I read earlier this week. Hope you like!

You felt like such a cliché. Falling, and falling hard, for your instructor was one of the oldest clichés in the book, too. Smitten damn kitten, no less. You weren’t so naïve to think you two could possibly have a relationship, but the idea certainly did appeal to you. You really liked him a lot, despite he being so stoic and grumpy all the time. What you’d like to know is if you could just have a one-time wild night of sex with him. The relationship could come later, or not at all. You wondered if he ever thought about you the same way. It was hard to tell with his stone-face, but you were pretty sure you’d caught him watching you, more than once. You both had gone to breakfast at the diner across the street from your hotel. You sat studying him from your side of the booth. You’d finished your pancakes and strawberries and John was working on his 900th cup of coffee. The waitress, who you nicknamed ‘Alice,’ though her tag said Delores, came up to the table with the bill. She laid it on the table right in the middle.

“Sure hope you two don’t plan on goin’ nowhere today,” she began. She nodded out the window where the snow was now falling like a waterfall. “It ain’t gonna stop, ‘n’ it’ll only get worse. Tourists get in accidents all the time up here.” John cast a quick glance at you then back at the waitress. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, his expression unchanging. He was getting uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze. “What?! What are you thinking?!” he burst out. What you’d wanted to say was, “what it’d be like to have a night of hot sex with you,” but you decided against that. Instead you fiddled with the unique, handmade necklace you’d lifted the day before. John had been pissed when he found out, especially since you did it right under his nose. What you actually say is, “I think we should stay.” After all, the hotel did have room service and a bar and a bunch of nice amenities that you hadn’t gotten the chance to use yet. All you and John had done was sleep there, it just didn’t seem right to leave without trying them. “We don’t have the money to stay at the hotel another night,” he says in his low voice. “We’re going.” You were not about to give up the perfect opportunity. “How about I work my feminine wiles on the desk clerk, maybe get an upgrade?” you suggest. “Not everybody falls for your bullshit, Slick,” he says taking a drink of his coffee. “Yes, they do. I get free shit all the time. Care to make it interesting?” you ask. He sat back in the booth eyeing you carefully. He wanted to pick something good. “If I’m right, you drive for a month and clean the weapons for two months, no bitching,” he says. You think about what he suggested. He knew you hated driving his truck, but it also meant you’d finally get to pick the music for a change. Interesting choice, Winchester. Maybe you really are sweet on me, you thought. “If I win,” you say, “I want you to finally start opening up to me. We’ve been hunting for almost a year, and I feel like I should know you better. What makes you cry? What makes you happy? What’s your favorite fucking color? Fucking plaid?” you’d gotten a little loud at this point. It was like pulling teeth to get him to divulge anything. For a second or two, you thought you saw the corners of his mouth twitch like he might smile. You longed to make him smile, ‘cause when he did, it was like a ray of sunshine through a dark cloud. He took another drink of his coffee, “Awfully confident. Fine, I pick the clerk for you to charm though.” You smile, “So, are we agreed on terms?” John nods. “Shall we stroll?” John nods again and you throw some money on the table, a generous tip for ‘Alice’ and you two slide out of your booth to head back to your hotel.

“I believe now is when you need to start spilling your guts… and eating crow,” you say. “Are you shitting me?” he asks disbelieving his bad luck, again. You shake your head ‘no.’ “Upgrade?” he asks, still hoping to get out of the bet. “Of course! Let’s go check it out,” you say tucking your arm into his. He gives you a questioning look. “Oh, we’re married now. We’re Mr. & Mrs. Martin. Look happy, dear.” “No one’s gonna believe you and I are married,” he said as you walked to the elevator. Your normally high self-esteem took a hit on that comment. “Why the hell not? Think you’re too good for me?” you hiss. “God, no,” he sighed heavily. This bet was going to break him. “Because you’re too young and pretty for an old, used up hunter like me.” “That is bullshit if I ever heard it,” you stop him. “In the almost year I have known you, have I ever once said anything about how old you are? Haven’t I always treated you as I would someone my age?” you looked up into his stoic face. “I have no idea how old you are and I don’t give a shit. I’m an adult, I do what I want. You ought to know that by now. As for used up, you look damn good to me.” The elevator doors open and you step inside with him, still holding his arm to you. You both settle against the back rail as the doors close. “You can drop the act, we’re in the elevator now,” he says. “We’re married 5 minutes and already this is how you treat me,” you say, faking your hurt feelings. You let go of his arm and taking his hand instead. “Who says it’s an act?” you say looking up into his hard eyes that seem to soften a little. “You’re a strange girl, (Y|N),” he says and you feel his fingers tighten around yours. “I’m a strange woman and you like it,” you say nudging him. You could tell by his voice that he was trying to sound annoyed. “You think I like your constant antics, thievery and smart mouth,” he said. “If you didn’t like me, at least a little bit, you would have kicked me to the curb a long-ass time ago,” you say plainly as if this were common knowledge. He just stares down at you in disbelief. Disbelief at how this strange woman had become so much a part of his life, how he loved hearing her opinion of damn near anything. “Ask me something,” he says in barely a whisper. You look up into his eyes again, “Do you really think I’m pretty?” People looked at you all the time, but you just assumed it was because of your odd-ball behavior, or because your hair was sometimes purple. You actually did wonder if you were attractive to men or not. He leaned on the rail to meet your gaze. “No,” he said softly, “I think you’re beautiful.” The elevator doors opened on your floor and you were still staring into his eyes. There was a sound of someone clearing their throat that finally pulled your attention away from John. There was an elderly couple standing there waiting patiently for you to step out of the elevator. You pull John’s hand and him out of the elevator making your apologies to the couple as you pass by. As you passed them, a strange feeling came over you, like you should know them somehow. “Son,” the old man called after John. John stops and you with him. He turns you both back to the couple. “Yes sir?” John says. You look at the two men talking and the lady who was standing to the side of her older husband. The elderly man was only slightly shorter than John, and John is a tall man. Despite his age, the man is still quite handsome. The lady was watching her husband with loving eyes and she was holding her husband’s hand much the way you were holding John’s. The man had on comfy shoes, jeans and a button-down plaid shirt. The woman was also in comfy shoes, though slightly more stylish than her husband’s, jeans and a cute shirt. The woman looked really happy and you were admiring her jewelry. You tried to angle yourself so you could see her necklace. “Son, do yourself a favor, quit fighting it,” the old man said. John was about to say something, but he raised his hand in a way that was so familiar to you. “You know you love her even though she drives you crazy, that’s part of why you love her and she loves you back. She loves you the way you are and that’s what’s important, so get over yourself,” he finishes. “And lighten up, will ya? Semper Fi, Marine.” Just as the elderly couple were about to step in the elevator, the woman thumbs out her necklace and holds it up against her hand as she passes by. She winked at you with your own mischievous grin. She waggles the fingers on the hand holding up the necklace and you see it’s the one you had boosted only yesterday. Your hand immediately goes to the pendant around your own neck and you feel it’s weight against your skin. At this point, you weren’t sure who was squeezing who’s hand harder. “NO WAY THAT JUST HAPPENED!” you loud whisper. Poor John was still trying to grasp what had just happened. “Did you know them? They seemed to know who we are, didn’t they?” he was perplexed. “How’d he know I’m a Marine?” “I think we’ll know them in about forty years as soon as you can accept what he said is true,” you say. He finally looks at you with a questioning look on his face. “You know you love me. How could you not? You think I don’t see you watching me, but I do. I know I’m awesome, you know I’m awesome, but so are you. John, you’re amazing. And those all too rare moments when your guard is down, that’s when I love you most. Apart from you, I’m just the crazy woman. And you, you’re so stoic, you could be on Mt Rushmore. We’re better together,” you tell him. “That was us in forty years?” he questions while pointing at the elevator. “It could be if you’d quit being so stubborn and make a move already,” you say. His eyes meet yours. The hardness is gone. He leans over and puts his hands on your waist, his mouth dangerously close. One hand slips around your waist and down into your back pocket. His eyes bore into you like hot lava. He put the key card in his mouth and the next thing you know, he’s swept you up into his arms. You let out a squeal in surprise and throw your arms around his neck, not completely unaware of finally feeling his body pressed to yours, his strong body… When you’d recovered, you touch his cheek with your right hand and kissed the cheek closest to you before taking the key card out of his mouth. “You’re not the only one who can be wild,” he said walking you toward the door that had a “Honeymoon Suite” plaque on the door. “God, I hope not!” you say. He leans down so you can key the door and pull the lever. John pushes the door open with his foot. “Happy honeymoon Mr. Winchester,” you say, throwing your arm back around his shoulder. He stepped through the door with you still in his arms. “Happy honeymoon Mrs.Winchester,” he says smiling. “I like the sound of that,” you said. He grinned at you then kissed you, the door closing silently behind.

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Did you find it?

Pairing : Alpha!John x Unnamed Omega!OFC, Sam, Dean

Word count : 1,319

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Panty Kink

Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

Warnings : John can be a dick sometimes, post smut, takes place late 90's (Dean : 18/19, Sam : 14/15), Sneaky brothers, Dean makes a discovery he wishes he didn't.

A/N : A big old thank you to the people who went down memory lane with me back to the 90′s and helped me figure out what they would be looking for and various other details of this fic. @artemisthebadger @flamencodiva @scarletwinchester84 @specialk-18 .

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As soon as his knot deflated and he could, John pulled out, got off the bed and grabbed clothes off the floor before heading for the bathroom without a word. The clothes were dropped onto the counter as he went and started up the shower.

While he was under the spray, his guest came into the washroom, did her business, washed her hands and left again. By the time he was done cleaning her scent off of his skin, it was quiet on the other side of the door. Good. She was smart enough to just leave.

When he opened the door, however, she was still there, looking around confused. “What are you looking for?” John asked, as he did up his jeans.

“My underwear.” She was down on the floor, looking under his bed. The dress she’d worn doing nothing to cover to cover either hole he’d spent the last few hours fucking and filling. And she didn’t seem to care that she was on full display for him once again. He had to admit, it was almost tempting him into another round.

“If you can’t find them, you can’t find them.” John shrugged like it was no big deal and started to pull on his shirt as she got up and looked around.

“I can’t go home without them.” She snapped. “You think my boyfriend won’t notice that!? He’ll kill me!”

John let out a scoff. “Sweetheart, it’s 3am and you smell like an Alpha just fucked the literal shit out of you. I don’t think your missing panties will be his first clue that you’re fucking around.”

She throws hands like an inmate.

Pairing : Winchester!Reader x Johnny (OMC), Dean, Sam, John

Word count : 912

Warnings : AU- mafia family. The Winchester brothers are shit disturbers. Mentions of prison time served (Manslaughter, drug trafficking, assault), threats, physical altercation between siblings. Language. A little praise.

Prompt credit : @iflostreturntosteverogers had posted the prompt found in the header into the discord server and I couldn’t help but write it.

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You heard a car pull in outside and honk. Rushing to your bedroom window, you smiled seeing the massive jet black Hummer sitting out front. Pulling away from the window, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your phone and bag. “Bye! I’ll be back later!” you called out as you headed down the stairs.

“That loverboy?” Dean called from the kitchen as you hit the bottom of the stairs. When you turned to look towards the kitchen, he was leaning on the island, sleeves rolled up to show off the tattoos on his forearms. He’d put a water bottle on the island in front of him and motioned for you to come grab it.

“Don’t start, Dean.” you rolled your eyes, and moved for the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, you noticed Sam was also in the room, leaning against the table with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. “Don’t you fucking start either.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Sam shrugged.

Colder than a witches tit.

Pairings : Alpha!John x Omega!Reader

Word count : 1,279

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Firewood/Cinnamon/Pine

Warning : Snowstorm, freezing, fluff, intimacy, pregnancy.

Written for & Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

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You’re so buried deep under blankets it’s almost comical. Two of them, and it’s almost not enough. They’re tucked under your feet, pulled up almost over your head, anything to keep out the chill in the air. It’s the dead of winter outside, and apparently that means it needs to be winter in here too.

Fucking cheap motel.

It takes what feels like forever before you finally fall asleep. Soft snores falling from parted lips, your face the only thing currently exposed to the cold of the room. A blast of cold has you pull tighter together in your sleep, balling yourself up as you search for more warmth. You can only just register the door close as you get pulled out of a dream. You hear boots on the floor, a string of curses as your eyes fight to open, and when you do, you see a boot roll to a stop just in your field of view.

“Colder than a witches tit..”

You’re about to smile but the blanket lifting behind you has you squeezing your eyes shut and groaning. Cold hands hit your skin and you all but yelp, pulling away.

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Fucking Runt.

Pairing : Alpha!John x Alpha!Garth, Omega!Dean, Alpha!Sam, various other OCs

Word count : 2,888

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Unconventional Pairing.

Warnings : Au - in that John didn't die, Bobby's death and pyre are a topic, Angry John, Runt as a derogatory term, Runt as a term of endearment, Alpha claims Alpha relationship, found family, way too many kids for one place, John & Garth take in kids they save who have no where else to go, domestic Dean.

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When word of Bobby’s death reached John, he reacted in a way he hadn’t expected. It hurt him in a way he hadn’t expected. Despite the trouble, the arguments between them and the way things had ended the last time they saw each other, Bobby had been a part of John’s life for a long ass time. He taught John so much in those early days, practically helped raise his damn kids despite never wanting kids of his own. Bobby would have been an amazing father if he’d have given it a chance. But Bobby Singer was a damn good best friend. And maybe not related by blood, but a brother all the same.

John left a trail of blood and empty bottles the whole way to South Dakota. Sam and Dean were already there, most people were. Seems they had been waiting on him.

Stepping out of the truck, he saw something that pissed him off. Some lanky asshole wearing Bobby’s favourite hat. A growl left his lips, whiskey urging his rage forward as he started towards the guy on a warpath. Ready to rip his fucking throat out.

“Dad!” Dean rushed forward first, hands pushing at his father's chest then grabbing his arm and shoulder to try and pull him back.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” John seethed as Sam joined his brother in trying to stop him.

Fucking Runt.

Pairing : Alpha!John x Alpha!Garth, Omega!Dean, Alpha!Sam, various other OCs

Word count : 2,888

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Unconventional Pairing.

Beta : @iflostreturntosteverogers

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John left a trail of blood and empty bottles the whole way to South Dakota. Sam and Dean were already there, most people were. Seems they had been waiting on him.

“Dad!” Dean rushed forward first, hands pushing at his father's chest then grabbing his arm and shoulder to try and pull him back.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” John seethed as Sam joined his brother in trying to stop him.

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