Pairing : Cas x Meg. Dean x Reader, Sam.
Word count : 832
Warnings : Everyone’s picking on Dean.
Written for : Dawn’s anime writing challenge, hosted by @sorenmarie87
Prompts : " I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. " And " There is nothing romantic about your right hand professing its love for you. "
A/N : This is how it ended up going, and I hope you like it Dawny.
With Castiel and Meg practically joined at the hip since they shared a kiss and managed to walk out alive, Dean was getting more and more agitated with her presence. Especially since she was always ribbing him. Laughing at his expense.
“Go be deamony somewhere else.” He growled.
“Demony?” she laughed. “What exactly is it that I do that’s demony?”
“I don’t know.” He rolled his neck, letting it crack. “Go torture someone.”
“I am. I’m torturing you.” she grinned.
Cas couldn’t help but smile at how her face lit up. “I hate your girlfriend.” Dean growled at him, annoyed with his goofy smile, and drank from his beer.
“You’re just jealous.” Meg singsonged.
“Of what?” He practically spat at her.
“Your angel butt buddy loves me more.” She winked at his irritated face. “Isn’t that right, my Unicorn?” She turned to Cas, kissing his cheek as he stammered to try and find a response that would have them both happy, and failed. “Awe, I love you too.”
“Awe, professions of love are so romantic.” You smile across the table at Cas and how he blushed. Dean nudged you like you had betrayed him, so you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Dean wouldn’t know about that.” Meg stuck out her tongue as well.
“Hey, I’ve had romantic professions of love, okay?” He glared at her.
“Dean, there is nothing romantic about your right hand professing its love for you.”
You had said it so casually, and with a straight face, that Dean’s eyes went wide in shock while Meg and Sam burst out laughing. “Cas, I think you’re gonna need to heal him.”
“He’s not injured..” Cas looked at Sam confused.
“Oh yeah, he is after that burn.” Sam couldn’t stop laughing.
“I fucking hate all of you.” Dean grumbled into his drink and downed it.
“You loooove us.” You rubbed your head on his shoulder like a cat, and he rolled his eyes.
“Stop that.” He shrugged his shoulder and you gave him a nip. “Ow!” He shot you a look. “I’m out.” He got up and left the room.
“I think someone got his silk panties in a twist this morning.” Meg’s lips pressed together as she glanced away, eyebrow raising for a split second.
You chuckled softly. “I’ll go talk to him.” You gave Sam a pat on your way out, and started looking for Dean.
When you found him, he was in his room, standing with his back to the door as he finished off his beer. You reached out and touched his back. He jumped and turned. “What do you want?”
“What’s wrong, Dean?” He sighed and shook his head. “Look, if you’re tired of us poking at you-”
“Why does everyone like her? She’s-”
“Dean.” You warned him, and his shoulders dropped. “It’s Cas’s first crush. Do you remember yours? I remember mine. That shitty little bastard could do no wrong in my eyes.” You chucked. “And he was a horrible fucking kid.”
“But why do you like her so much?” His eyes met yours.
You shrugged. “She’s fun enough.” You smiled. “And Cas is so smitten that I’m just being a good friend by giving her a shot. Plus, I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass.” You winked.
“Yeah, you're not the only one, why do you think I like you?” He mumbled to himself as he moved away from you.
“What did you say?”
He froze for a split second. “Nothing, never mind.”
A smile spread over your face slowly. “Did you just-”
“Don’t.” He growled angrily, pointing at you. “Don’t you look at me like that, you know damn well what I meant.”
“You like me.” A large smile lighting up your whole face.
“Get out.” He pointed to the door. You bit your bottom lip and grinned at him, making no move to leave. “Out!” He shoved you out of his room and closed the door.
You stood there and chuckled for a minute, letting it sink in. Dean liked you. You leaned on the door frame and took hold of the door handle, gently turning it so his door opened quietly. You leaned forward so you could see him, now laying in his bed and pulling on headphones.
He glanced over, and practically growled. “I told you to fuck off.”
“Dean?”
“What?” He pulled one of the headphones away from his ear so he could hear you clearly.
“I like you too.” You smiled and gently closed his door again.
Dean laid there slowly pulling the side of his headphones back over his ear and turned on the music. “Damn right you do, I’m a delight.”
“I heard that!” He heard your voice over his music, and he glanced up as his door swung back open and you landed on top of him, fingers moving over his side. “You’re a fucking delight, are you?” Dean was laughing and trying to roll away as he fought to get your hands away from his ticklish spots.
*If you like, please consider supporting my work, or requesting a commission.*
Pairing : Meg 2.0 x Alastair
Word count : 515
Originally posted under : Crowleysplaythings
Warnings : Torture, smut, knifeplay, blood play
Square filled : Knifeplay
Written for @spnkinkbingo
SPN KINK BINGO MASTERLIST
Her laughter turned to screams and he felt a moment of satisfaction. He had finally wiped that smirk off her face. But the second the knife was removed from her skin, her scream turned to laughter again, her lips upturned in an almost disturbing grin.
“You taught me better than that, old man.” She taunted.
There was a tick of his upper lip. He kept his face otherwise schooled, he refused to show her how frustrated he was getting. He had taught her everything she knew about torture, and she had learned well. But that had been a long time ago, and he hadn’t taught her everything.
“Come on.” She licked her lips. “Make me scream.” Her lips turned up into a toothy smile as she started to laugh again.
It quickly became a scream once again as he cut along her breast. Alastair watched as the blood trickled down over the curve, and moved around her hard nipple, before continuing until it dripped off onto the floor. His eyes shot back to hers as she laughed again.
“Free a hand, just one, and I’ll show you how it’s really done.” She smirked
Gripping her waist tight, he helped her keep her pace as she dragged the demon blade across his chest. When he hissed, she moaned around that plump bottom lip she had caught between her teeth. “Now, isn’t this more fun, Alastair?”
Leaning down, she licked along the wound before it could close again. Her hips never letting up as her tongue lazily moved through the trail of blood. It was one of many cuts she had put on him since he let her free. She didn’t care if it hurt, or even if he was enjoying himself. She was, and that’s all that really mattered. And that’s what made it fun for him.
Cutting into him again, this time going from his nipple, up to his collarbone, her tongue once again followed. She trailed the knife gently along his throat as she licked up the side of his neck. Smiling as she bit into his earlobe.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back the emotion anymore. Growling, he shoved her sideways, so they would roll and he was on top. She gasped for a moment, letting go of the knife so it fell onto the pillow next to her, and then she giggled. “I win.” She breathed.
He finally smiled. “I taught you well, Meg.”
“Oh, yes you did.”
“But now it’s my turn.” He picked up the demon knife, her demon knife, and cut into her breast over her nipple. She cried out as his mouth quickly went over it, sucking down the warm liquid that came forth. His hips slammed into her has hard as he could, her nails scratching at his back, bringing a sting of their own as they ripped into his skin. “I taught you very well.”
Slamming into her one last time, he came. His whole body jerking as he filled her. “This is my kinda hell.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stay a bad little demon girl.”
*If you like, please consider supporting my work, or requesting a commission.*
