Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.
AN: Here we go - my last short series for @jacklesversebingo, and my first time writing a 1940s AU! I've had a lot of fun on this one. 🥰
Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Historical Epic
Series Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Angst, PSTD/trauma, WWII history, infidelity/cheating, eventual smut, lawyer!Sam, soldier!Dean, hurt/comfort, fluff, heavily inspired by The Clock (1945), starring Judy Garland and Robert Walker.
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✦ Part 1: Legal Grounds
✦ Part 2: Devil May Care
✦ Part 3: A Moment
✦ Part 4: Complicit
✦ Part 5: Dried Ink
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Dean grabs the base of his dick and maneuvers the tip to line up with his new wife's sopping cunt.
With a devious smile, he runs his cock along her slit, tapping against her clit then back down to notch at her entrance.
He grabs her under each knee and lifts his wife's legs to wrap around his waist. Dean smiles wickedly down at his lovely spouse and thrusts into her welcoming body, burying himself to the hilt.
Y/N screams in ecstasy at the intrusion, her walls stretching to accommodate. But Dean doesn't allow her much time to adapt before he begins his brutal punishing pace they both demand.
“Fuck Y/N! That pussy is so tight!” he pants out. “Fits me like a glove. Perfect!”
Y/N's fingers grab and grip the bedsheet, her knuckles white. “Oh god Dean! Yes! Fuck me like the slut I am!”
“Oh don't worry my little whore,” he says devilishly. “I'm gonna fuck you til you can't walk.”
He slaps the side of her engorged breasts and smiles as he watches the globe jiggles and her nipples tighten. Dean does the same to the opposite one and groans.
“Goddamn! I hope you don't lose those. They're so responsive.”
He drops down to his elbows as he continues thrusting deep into his wife's clutching pussy, capturing her lips and demanding entrance into her mouth.
She concedes and their tongues wrestle as their bodies continue to pleasure one another.
Y/N moans and sucks on her husband's tongue, nibbling the muscle with her teeth. Dean then reaches up and grabs a handful of hair and jerks, pulling her head away from his.
“You're gonna pay for that bitch! I was going to let you cum-” he says, stopping all movements. Their eyes lock and he smirks. “-but I don't think you deserve it.”
He pushes up off her and pulls his cock from her pussy, causing Y/N to whine. “Dean please?”
“Don't beg. It's very unbecoming. Cumbuckets don't get what they want,” he tells her as he stands at the foot of the bed. “On your knees. You're going to let me fuck your face until I cum down your throat.”
Y/N scrambles off the mattress and falls directly to her knees in front of him.
“Look at you so willing to please me,” he says as he cups her chin and makes her look up. “You like sucking my dick?”
“Mmhmm.”
“I said, do you like sucking my dick?” Dean commands, squeezing her chin between his thumb and fingers.
“Yes, sir!” she answers.
“You like being my little cumbucket? Swallowing my load?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good.”
He lets go of her chin and fists his cock, positioning the tip toward her lips. He runs the drenched head along the split.
“Open up, slut!”
Y/N does as requested letting Dean's hard cock glide onto her tongue. He leaves it there as he once again grabs her hair, fisting it in both hands and then presses in.
“That's it. Take all that cock,” he coaxes. He watches as his member disappears between her lips and leans to the side to see it bulging in her throat.
“Look at you deep throating my huge dick. God, that looks sexy!”
Y/N places her palms against his thighs to hold herself up as he thrusts in and out of her mouth, her eyes tearing up and leaking down her cheeks. The glug-glug-glug sound coming from her throat music to Dean's ears.
She can feel her own orgasm building but she knows she isn't allowed to let it peak, lest he punishes her some other way.
“That pussy quivering?” He asks between plunges. “I bet it wants to cum so bad huh? Just explode and squirt all over the floor.”
Y/N hums in the affirmative and Dean chuckles. “Too. Goddamned. Bad.” He emphasizes each word with a deep thrust, breaching her throat each time. “You're not allowed to cum.”
Y/N whines but wills her climax away, although she is slightly curious what her husband would do if she were to disobey; what other retribution he has up his sleeve.
“Don't you even think about it whore,” he says looking down at her. “I can tell what you're thinking. You cum before I tell you to and it'll be the last time you cum. Ever!”
Y/N relents and puts all her focus on sucking the hard cock that is hammering into her mouth. She moves her hand to Dean's taut asscheeks and pushes, making him halt his ministrations, his dick stilled in her throat.
“Oh look at my little cockslut. You enjoy my huge cock choking you, doncha? Yeah you do,” Dean sneers. “You like eating my cum too huh?”
Y/N nods as well as she can. She can feel his member twitching and jerking right before her throat is flooded with thick liquid. She swallows, causing Dean to moan loudly and begin to pull away.
Y/N sucks and licks his dick as he slowly exits her mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the tip.
“Fuck,” Dean says. “You are pretty good at blowjobs.”
He reaches down and grabs her around the neck, pulling her to her feet. He smiles wickedly, squeezing her throat but not enough to cut off her air.
“You know what I think? I think you are enjoying this too much. And that means punishment. Get on the bed so I can devour that pussy. Then that ass is getting hammered!”
Y/N and Dean had experimented with anal previously using either a finger or a plug. They had recently discussed testing out going further on their honeymoon. She was both excited and anxious about it.
It hadn’t really hurt when Dean fingered her ass or when they fucked while she wore a buttplug but Y/N knows Dean’s dick is thicker and longer than his finger or the plug she'd progressed to.
She trusted him not to intentionally hurt her but she still worried.
Dean eats her out until she’s coated his tongue not once, not twice but three times. Three times she had screamed his name as her climaxes erupted with his face buried in her cunt.
Afterwards, he flips her over and tells her to get on her hands and knees. He slowly enters her back door with care, the lube and the condom he slipped on aiding his plunge.
Y/N regrets ever having a single reservation about this because holy fuck! It was euphoric and rhapsodic.
When Dean’s cock swells, he hurriedly pulls out, practically rips the condom off and slams into Y/N aching cunt. He grabs her hips hard enough to bruise and thrusts ruthlessly, his groans and moans filling the air.
“Oh fuck!” He moans as he presses into her all the way to the base and shoots his load, his cock jumping with each spurt.
A small orgasm of her own catches Y/N by surprise, her body locking up and a silent scream leaves her lips. Her muscles ache at the exertion.
After cleaning up, they lay in bed snuggling.
“I love you Mrs. Winchester.”
“I love you Mr. Winchester.”
Dean runs his hand over her stomach, not yet showing the new life growing inside. “I can’t wait to meet you, little one. Your big brother is so excited!”
Y/N loved being pregnant. As soon as she began showing, everyone said she glowed - and she did!
To grow up thinking that she'd never get to be a mother, to never have her own child and then to be able to feel a baby move inside her, see her stomach grow as her child grew kept a smile on her face.
The only nuisance to pregnancy she found was the nausea and puking in the first trimester. But boy oh boy that second trimester!
The second trimester brought forth new facets. The first time she felt her baby move, she was sitting in the row behind Dean during a case. He was preparing to present a case of severe child neglect that they'd been working on for weeks.
Y/N had been sitting there and all of a sudden, she felt a wave in her abdomen. It was tiny, almost insignificant but there. She placed her hand on her stomach and as soon as she felt it again, she teared up.
After he won the case, and they were headed back to the office, she told Dean and he was excited and started touching her belly as often as he could, just hoping to get a chance to feel the baby’s movements too.
Another element of pregnancy she wasn't expecting was her appetite. Not an appetite for food, no; she was fucking horny almost all the time. Her pussy would clench and leak sometimes just from the sound of Dean's voice.
And Dean? Dean was absolutely loving the amorous side of his wife. They had defiled almost every surface of their home and his office. Hell, he'd taken her once while a potential client had been just outside the door, waiting to see him.
He'd had to clamp his hand over Y/N's mouth to silence her as he railed into her while bent over his desk but he'd brought her to climax and then cleaned them both up before taking the meeting.
At home, there were no holds barred. Y/N would walk around their place practically naked most of the time, enticing Dean to fuck her, eat her out at the dining room table, or she'd just crawl up to him while he was lounging, pull his dick out and start sucking until he was erect and then she'd climb up him and sink down, engulfing him in her heat.
And, no Dean was not complaining at all.
Of course on the weekends when Luke was there, she'd conceal her more amatory side and be a loving and doting - and fully clothed - stepmom.
Luke was curious about his baby sibling. He wanted to see her belly - always talking to the bump and telling her and his dad how excited he is.
When the little boy felt a kick for the first time, he launched into a whole litany of topics he was prepared to teach his brother or sister.
“Hey Y/N. Uh, so long time huh? Listen I know you are probably seething because I reached out and really I don't blame you.
“I just felt the need to let you know. Someone named Anna Milton contacted me awhile back. She was looking for dirt on you, said you stole her man. Now I don't really believe that. Doesn't sound like you? Well, the you I knew.
“Anyway, just wanted to give you a heads up. I told her I had nothing to tell her. Our split was my fault, not yours.”
Y/N's fingers squeezed the phone in her hand at the sound of Tyler's voice. ‘How dare she go digging into my past?’ Y/N thought, putting the phone down and sitting back, rubbing her hand lovingly over the swell of her stomach. ‘What did she expect to find? Is she that unhinged?’
The more she replayed those words in her head, the more she seethed. Anna had called her ex trying to find something to use against her to try and win Dean back. The redheaded bitch didn't even realize she'd never really had him to begin with.
Sure, they were best friends. Sure, they had a kid together. But they hadn't been a couple for almost a decade. Dean had said they tried for the baby but it didn't work out; they'd co-parented Luke since.
And sure, Dean had fucked her the night before he professed his love to Y/N but she'd forgiven him and now they were married and expecting their first child together.
Of course there was no ‘dirt’ to dig up because Y/N hadn't been the one to cheat; that was Tyler. How the hell did Anna find Tyler anyway?
Y/N stood up and pushed away from her desk, grabbed her phone and headed to Dean's office.
“Hey honey,” Dean says, smiling as he lays his pen down. “Everything okay?”
“No,” Y/N says. “She contacted Tyler.”
“Who contacted who?”
“Your ex contacted my ex,” she told him with a much calmer demeanor than she felt.
“What? Why?”
Y/N dialed into her voicemail and put it on speaker before replaying the message. When it finished, she turned it off.
“What the hell?” Dean exclaimed. “How the hell did she even find him?”
Y/N shrugged. She honestly had no clue. Or even how Tyler got her number. She had gotten a whole new phone plan after their breakup.
Dean picked up the office phone and punched in numbers before putting the receiver to his ear.
“Anna. What the fuck are you doing calling Y/N's ex?!”
Y/N watched as he listened to whatever Anna was saying, his jaw ticking.
“You have no right. We are not going to ever be together. Y/N and I are married now, expecting our own child so get over it.”
Again, he listened and Y/N saw his fist form.
“Well you can wait and hope all you want. I chose Y/N; I made vows to Y/N, vows I intend on keeping until my last breath. I -”
Anna interrupted him and he started shaking his head.
“No, there isn't a possibility. Let me make this clear to you okay?” He said forcefully. “If you continue to try to come between my wife and I, I will have no problems taking you to court for custody of Luke.”
Anna screeches through the phone.
“Oh, I'm sure I could easily prove you unfit. Searching up and contacting Y/N’s ex to try and dig up something to use against her? That is prime psychotic behavior.”
Y/N hears Dean's heavy breathing as he holds the phone to his ear, listening to whatever Anna is saying.
“Yea? Well, if we hear any more of your useless nonsense, we'll settle it in court,” he signs and then rubs his free hand down his face. “Anna, you have been my best friend forever. This is ridiculous. Can't you just be happy that I have found my true love, my soulmate?”
He takes the receiver from his ear and places it back in its cradle. “She hung up on me,” he sighs as he sits back in his chair.
Y/N rounds the desk and stands beside his chair before leaning down and kissing him.
“I love you. Thank you for loving me.”
Lauren Eileen Winchester greets the world with a cry, weighing in at 8 pounds and 2 ounces.
Y/N cries as they place the newborn on her chest. She looks up at Dean to see the most devoted and caring look she'd ever seen on her husband's face.
He stares at the baby and then looks at his wife and smiles.
“You did it baby,” he smiles through his own tears. “You proved them wrong.”
A few hours later, the parents bring in their older, most proud of them all, son to meet his sister.
Luke smiles at her and says “I'm finally a big brother!” to which they all laugh.
A/N: Surprise!!! There is one more lil snippet for this story. I can't exactly pinpoint when it takes place but we get to see what happens when Rich decides marriage isn't for him. Does a heartbroken Emily go to her best friend for comfort?
Anyway look for Truly, Madly, Deeply - Lowered Inhibitions sometime next week (4/27 - 5/1)
Summary: Now that Sam and Dean have reconnected, you must decide whether or not to share more an even more devastating secret.
Word Count: 1400+
Warnings: angst, past cheating, drunkeness. dash o’smut
A/N: More warnings will be in the tags as I don’t want to spoil anything.
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Part 2
"Hey there, sweetheart. Sammy's told me a lot about you."
You offer Dean a tight lipped smile and shake his hand lightly before he pulls you into a hug. You stiffen slightly against him, letting your eyes fall back onto Sam who doesn’t seem to notice your reaction.
“Uh, yeah,” you pull away and take a step back, desperate to put some space between yourself and Dean. “It’s good to finally meet you. Why don’t the two of you sit? Have a beer? Dinner’ll be a little bit longer.”
Sam nods, and he leads Dean to the couch, while you retreat to the kitchen unsure of how to proceed. You couldn’t have known that Dean was the bartender, that he happened to be Sam’s brother. You’d only seen one picture of Dean and it was from when he and Sam were little boys.
You were too desperate at the time, longing to be touched, to be fucked, that you didn’t notice the familial resemblance that’s now glaringly obvious. The brothers chat away, though you can’t quite make anything they’re saying. You focus on dinner, trying to keep your mind off of the fact that the man you cheated with just happens to also be your brother in law.
“Y/N,” Dean enters the kitchen and you can feel your heart drop into your stomach. “Or do you prefer I call you Janelle?” A smug smile appears on his lips. “For future reference, if you’re going give a fake name to someone you hook-up with, make sure that they haven’t already seen your real name.”
“I– What?” You can barely process what Dean’s saying as he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a couple of beers.
“Or maybe pay cash next time,” Dean twists the top off the bottle and takes a long swig.
“I’m sorry?” You aren’t sure if you’re understanding what he’s insinuating. “Are you saying that you knew? That when you offered to– you knew who I was?”
Dean takes another swig of the beer before giving a nonchalant shrug and your heart sinks even further.
“Are you going to tell him?” You ask cautiously. Dean licks his lips before answering
“No sweetheart, as long as you–” he looks into the hallway towards the living room and lowers his voice. “Cooperate.”
You don’t have a chance to respond before Sam’s voice carries through the house, calling for Dean. He flashes you a wink and leaves you alone in the kitchen. What did he mean, cooperate?
From the little information Sam had told you about his past, you know that Dean practically raised Sam. That Dean was more of a father to him than his actual father. He never did tell you why they had fallen out, or why he’d never tried to get in touch with him after years without contact.
The rest of the night was, luckily for you, uneventful. Sam was so swept up in Dean’s return that he didn’t notice the glances that were shared between the two of you. Yours of unease, afraid that at any moment Dean might blurt out the secret between the two of you. Dean’s was of arrogance, the same look he’d given you the night he’d taken you to his place and fucked you with no abandon.
As the clock ticks towards midnight, you curl up against Sam, quietly listening as the brothers catch each other up over the last ten years of their lives. Three glasses of wine calms your nerves, just enough to take the edge off, and you come to the conclusion that if Dean was going to tell Sam, he would’ve done it already. A loud, involuntary yawn leaves you, and Dean offers to leave, but Sam insists that he stay the night.
You panic for a moment, unsure of how the sleeping situation will work, you only had the one spare bedroom, and you and Sam were still sleeping in separate rooms. Sam grabs you by the hand, helping you up from the couch as you wobble slightly from the fourth glass that you probably shouldn’t have had in the first place.
Sam’s hand falls around your waist, keeping you steady as you walk down the hall towards the bedrooms, Dean only a step or two behind you. Sam opens the door to the spare room, and points to the guest bath across the hall telling him to use whatever he needs. Through your drunken haze, you swear you see a fleeting smirk on Dean’s lips.
Dean bids you both goodnight, and Sam gives your shoulder a squeeze before walking you into your bedroom. As soon as the bedroom door is closed, Sam is pressing a rough and passionate kiss on your lips.
It takes you by surprise, but you return it with just as much excitement. Sam’s hands cup your face as he leads you to your bed, and you tug at the hem of his shirt, desperate to free him of it. He pulls away briefly so that you can toss his shirt to the floor, Sam reaches over to do the same to you, and within a few moments you’re both naked and falling onto the bed.
Sam lowers himself down, hovering over your exposed pussy before licking a tentative swipe through your folds. Sam uses his tongue to continue teasing you, working you into a frenzy before sliding a finger into your weeping hole. You cover your mouth as he adds another finger and curls them upward, hitting that special spot inside you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper as Sam’s lips attach to your clit, sucking hard and you grind your pussy against his face. Sam doesn’t let up, moving his fingers even faster, until you can feel your release coating his fingers.
Sam works you through your orgasm, and places a kiss on either of your thighs before climbing back up to meet you face to face. There’s a shine on his lips and you pull his head down letting your lips meet again, and you can taste the tangy remnants of your orgasm on his lips.
You squirm under him as he ruts his cock through your folds. You reach down, grabbing his rock-hard cock and notch the spongy head inside your pussy. Sam slowly moves his hips forward, filling you to the brim, as he latches on to your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak, making you moan loudly as he begins fucking into you.
When you wake in the morning, Sam’s gone, there’s a note on his pillow: Called into the office, be back by lunch. XX Sam. Your head aches from the wine you’d drank the night before, and there’s a dull ache between your legs. You lost count how many times you and Sam fucked the night before, and each time his sole focus was on you and your pleasure.
It’s still early, so you decide to sleep for a few more hours, only to be woken up by a dip in your bed and large arms wrapping around your body. You hum as lips place wet kisses over your back and shoulders, and a hand snakes around your waist and starts to toy with your clit.
“Mmm Sam,” you whimper, pressing your ass against his crotch, feeling his cock hardening under his boxers.
“Not Sammy, sweetheart.”
You immediately jerk away, turning around to see Dean half-naked in your and Sam’s bed.
“What’re– what’re you doing here, Dean?” you ask, rolling out of bed, and taking the sheet with you to keep yourself covered. “You can’t be here.”
“No need to cover up, sweetheart, it’s nothing I haven’t already seen,” Dean sneers, but doesn’t move from your bed.
“I’m married,” you argue, “to your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you at the bar, Y/N.”
“That was– that was different. It was a mistake. I should’ve never gone home with you that night.”
“But you did. Sammy’s been neglecting you for months, Y/N, lemme take care of you.”
“We’re working past that.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I know. You wanna know how many times I came last night listening to you and Sammy? And the cherry on top? Knowing I can make you cum better than my brother.”
“Leave, Dean, please. Go home. I won’t tell Sam about any of this.”
“Tell ‘im Y/N,” Dean smiles coyly. “Who d’ya think he’ll believe? The cheating wife? Or the brother who raised him?”
“Please,” you beg, “I’ll do anything, just go.”
“That is a poor choice of words, sweetheart.”
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Pairings : Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Richard Gregory (oc) x his wife, Omega!Lacy Johnson (oc)
Word count : 2,053
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Warning : Possessive Sam, possessive Reader, a touch of the smut, scent marking (obvi), a little dirty talk.
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Sam practically glared at the man across from him. He couldn’t stand the guy, honestly, but it was dinner with your boss, and appearances had to be kept. He especially hated how this asshole looked at you, even with his wife right next to him and Sam right there glaring daggers at him. He’d put you in his shirt for this dinner, covering you in his scent to get his damn point across that you were taken, and now he found himself with his arm over the back of your chair, fingers dancing along your shoulder and across his mark. This piece of shit wasn’t taking the fucking hint.
Sam clenched his jaw when your boss pulled his beady little eyes away from you and looked at him. The hand giving his thigh a squeeze pulled his attention, and he looked down to see you smile softly at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just a rough case.” he gave you a soft smile back. “Got lost in my head thinking about it for a minute, that’s all.” he promised, leaning in and giving you a gentle kiss.
“Need a distraction?” you whispered against his lips and his smile widened.
“Wouldn’t say no to one.” he whispered back. Your hand reached further, palm moving over his cock laying against his thigh, and Sam licked his lips to keep himself from groaning. You smiled at him as he throbbed under your hand and you gripped him.
“I think we better head home after this drink.” you looked back across the table.
“Already? We haven’t had desert yet.” your boss tried to convince you to stay, his wife’s starting to chime in about how amazing the deserts here were.
“It’s getting late, and you want me bright and early tomorrow for that meeting, right?”
“Right, of course.” he cleared his throat, glancing over to Sam with a smile. “I forgot about that meeting. This is why I keep you around.” he teased. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t for you. Best damn secretary I ever had.” His wife cleared her throat, and he chuckled, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. “Aside from you, dear. You were so good I married you.”
Your hand gripped Sam again, and he was quick to pick up his glass and down the contents, making you chuckle. You picked up your own glass, sipping it as Sam stood, and pulled out his wallet.
“Oh no, please, it’s on me.” Your boss held out his hand, stopping Sam. “I invited you guys out.”
Sam gave him a nod, not wanting to argue and put his wallet away. “Next one will be on us, then.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Gregory.”
“Richard, dear.”
“Good night, Dick.” Sam said before you could even open your mouth, his hand on your lower back and guiding you away.
“Good night, dear.” Your boss’s wife called out, you turned and gave her a smile and a wave.
You were tucking your blouse into your skirt when you felt Sam naked and behind you, hands gripping your hips hard as he pressed himself hard against your back. “Sam!” you giggled. “I need to get to work.”
“Not yet.” he mumbled into your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. “You're not leaving this house, not yet.”
You tried to protest, but found yourself pushed forward, bent over the bed, and Sam started to slide your panties down your thighs. You tried to straighten up, but Sam just pushed you back over. “I don’t have time, Sam, come on! You can’t keep doing this.” you chuckled.
Your panties were pooled at your feet, and Sam’s hands were on skin again, pushing your pencil skirt up and over your ass. “I’m going to fuck you.” he told you, hand gliding down over the globe of your ass until his fingers teased at your lips. “But I’m not going to knot you, not now.” he pushed two fingers in making you gasp. “Instead, I’m going to come all over your pussy, then gently put your panties back in place.”
“Sam-”
“You’re not going to clean up, you’re not going to change at any point today. You’re going to be a good little omega, and go into work smelling like your Alpha. Understood?”
“Understood, Alpha.” you looked back at him over your shoulder. “Hurry up, or I’ll be late.”
Sam smiled, fisting his cock as he lined up, then pushed home.
True to his word, rather than knot you, he pulled back, coating your pussy lips in shot after shot of come and rubbing it into your clit with the head of his cock before pulling back, reaching down for your panties and pulling them back up into place. With a firm slap on your ass, he ushered you out as he started to get ready for his own day of work. You shot him an amused glare as you pulled your skirt back down and hurried out of the bedroom.
Things were quiet at work mid afternoon. You were sitting at your desk, scrolling through social media, when you saw a post on Instagram for Sam’s firm. You smiled at the photo for a charity event that was coming up in two weeks. Sam was always pushing offering a helping hand to the local communities, be it with fund raising or offering to take on cases pro-bono. He once helped build a new house for a local family after theirs had burned down on Christmas. Dean had even come down to help. It was why Sam had hired someone to run social media accounts for the firm. He wanted people to easily be able to reach out if they need help or wanted to help those in need.
You liked the photo and clicked to go on the account profile. Curious, you clicked over to the tagged page and smiled seeing a picture of Sam with a grateful client, smiling at the camera. The caption thanking Sam for everything that he does to help people around him. It had been uploaded just before lunch, so you clicked like on it.
Another picture gave you pause, though. It was an attractive young woman, a sheer button up shirt that had several buttons open showing off ample cleavage, the camera tilted down to show it off, and a puffed out smile to make her lips look fuller. You were confused as to why the firm would be tagged in this one, so you clicked on it.
“When your boss is the hottest lawyer in the state, you gotta look good ;)”
You clenched your jaw. This was his new secretary? Hell no.
Getting up from your chair, you went around your desk and headed for your bosses office and knocked gently. “Come in.”
You pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You don’t need me anymore today, do you?” He looked up, giving you a once over. “I confirmed all your meetings for tomorrow afternoon already, and everything has been filed. Laura is also in her office today so if there is anything that comes up-”
You boss gave you a nod. “No, if you have somewhere to be, you can go.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gregory. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he gave you another nod, and you hurried back to your desk to grab your things.
You stormed your way through Sam’s firm, heels clicking harshly against the floor had people turning your way and whispering. You ignored all of them as you headed right for his office. His door was shut, but the blinds were open and what you saw had you seeing red.
Sam was focused on some papers, but the woman in there with him was focused on him. She leaned over his desk next to him, back arched pushing out her tits and ass. As she spoke, she leaned over, pointing out something that probably didn’t need pointing out, just to get her breasts closer to his face. Sam didn’t seem to notice. But that didn’t matter to you.
You shoved open his door. “Sam.” His head shot up, and so did hers. “Outside, now.”
“Excuse me,” she cut in, not even straightening up, “But Mr. Winchester is busy, and-”
“Now, Sam.” you snapped, ignoring the minor smirk that formed on Sam’s face as he stood and moved around his desk without a word.
“Sam-”
“It’s Mr. Winchester to you.” you snapped at her, then grabbed Sam’s tie as soon as he was in reach, yanking him out of the office and shutting the door. You put your back to the wall and pulled him to you, pinning yourself between it and him. “That’s the new secretary? I don’t like her.”
Sam laughed. “Why not?” Pulling out your phone, you showed him the picture, and he frowned at it and the caption. “She tagged the firm in this? Jesus Christ..”
“You know how you make sure I smell like you before you let me leave for work?”
Sam’s eyes left your phone and met yours. “Yeah?”
“Well, now.. You’re going to smell like me.”
“Oh really.” Sam’s smile was back, full of interest.
“Mhm.” you hummed. You shifted your legs apart just enough, bunching your skirt up a little, then reached up under it and past your panties. Tugging his tie, you pulled him into a deep kiss and gasped into his mouth as you pushed two fingers into yourself, collecting your slick. You broke the kiss and removed your slick coated fingers, and before Sam even opened his eyes from the kiss, you were smearing your slick across his lips. Lust burned in his eyes when they met yours again, and his lips parted taking your fingers in and sucking them clean. “You’re mine, Sam.”
Taking your fingers from his lips, Sam growled deep in his chest and pushed harder against you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as he ground himself against you.
“Fire her.”
“I need a secretary.”
“Fire her and I’ll quit my job.” you bit his bottom lip. “I’ll be your secretary.”
Sam groaned. “Fuck. I'll never get any work done.”
“Then you better keep her in line, Sam. You’re my Alpha.”
“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” he smiled. “I think I need another taste though.” he teased. “You know, to be sure she smells you on me.” Sam moved your panties aside and you gasped then whimpered when he pushed two of his own fingers inside you, pumping them a few times before pulling out and licking them clean. “Delicious.”
“Can you leave early?” you asked hopefully.
“No. I need to finish this I’m afraid.” you pouted at that. “But how about you head home and get ready for me.” he smirked. “As soon as I’m in that fucking door, I’m devouring that delicious cunt.”
You pulled him in for one more kiss before letting him pull away. You fixed your skirt, Sam adjusted his throbbing erection, and then you both opened the door to his office. She was still standing next to his desk, waiting.
Without a word, Sam made his way back to his seat to get back to work. He sent you a smile, one that you returned before you turned your attention to her. “I suggest you start dressing and behaving more appropriately, Ms. Johnson, or you’re fired.”
“It’s Lacy.” she straightened, standing her ground. “And you don’t have the right to-”
“She does, Ms. Johnson.” Sam piped up.
“She doesn’t even work here!” she whined.
Sam looked up at you, and his eyes held so much adoration and love for you. “Doesn’t matter. She’s my Omega.”
You saw realization dawn on her. She’d fucked up. “I’ve marked my territory. Cross that line again, Ms. Johnson, and you won’t like what happens. I could get away with murder. I’ve got the ‘hottest lawyer in the state’.” You gave her a triumphant smirk as she paled. “I’ll see you at home, Alpha. You’re going to scrub the stench of her perfume off, and then you’re going to devour me as promised, and knot me.”
“I’ll be home as soon as I can.” he promised. “Love you, ‘mega.”
“Love you too, Sammy.” With that, you turned and walked out, smiling to yourself as you headed for the elevator, excited for Sam to get home.
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Warnings: arguments, language, light smut
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Sam Winchester Esq. enforcing well-written demon deal contracts lives rent-free in my head now (thanks @gaysuperhell x) but it got me thinking .... what if Sam’s actually shit at transactional work? What if he trained as a litigator/public defender because he cared about justice, but because of all the demon deals he keeps having to negotiate contracts? and it’s absolute HELL for him.
Dean’s like. come on man, didn’t you study this in law school? and Sam’s hyperventilating because he knows he got a B- in Contracts.
Sam: uhhh, so do we have consideration?
Lilith/Crowley/random sales demon: WTF are you talking about, just sign the damn thing!
Sam: *visibly sweating* uhhh shit what else was in my outline??
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It’s been years since Sam agreed to marry his eccentric, punk artist Castiel. Now that they’re finally doing it, Sam is entirely unprepared for the spotlight that comes with marrying American royalty.
Part 4 of Muses & Angels series
Sastiel, Warnings within the series for Alcohol, Cursing, Homophobia, Medical Emergencies, Poverty, Discussions of Class and Wealth, and Pretty-Eyed Pirates.
