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yay it's beautiful :)

very very glad ya liked it cutie!! thanks much for the inspiration! hope you have a wonderful day! :)

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spn meme | 7 femslash pairings [7/7] | ↳ Hannah x Kim | ♫

for mrs-pants47 ♥

[cowstiandior]

hey! femslash february request - hannah/kim supernatural? :)

Aaaa, I’m sorry. I haven’t followed Supernatural for quite a long time, so I’m not familiar with that pairing and wouldn’t be able to do it.

Thank you for the suggestion though!

[benevolentsam]

hannah/kim :)

Thank you for the prompt, friend! <3 I hope you have a Happy New Year!! Hope you enjoy this!

Sometimes, Hannah just liked to spend her days watching Kim work on cars. The work shop was usually full, with pick up trucks or the occasional speciality car - like her friend Cas’ Lincoln Continental. Kim spent most of her days working on the vehicles, gracefully moving from car to car with a tool in hand. The only other person who worked at the shop was a young woman called Tracy Bell, so Kim definitely had her plate full, but she didn’t complain.

Hannah wasn’t one for the hard labour, she spent her time writing for a nature magazine. Still, she could appreciate the beauty of the craft. Kim was definitely talented at what she did - she could bring back cars from near death. Once someone came in with their suspension completely shot and twenty minutes to get it back on the road. Kim had managed to weld some scrap metal to create a new suspension, and did it in only 15 minutes. To say Kim was talented was an understatement. 

Kim coughed, letting Hannah know that they had reached the garage. Their drive to the garage was so early, Hannah let herself doze off in the passenger seat. Tracy Bell was already waiting outside the garage with her own car, tinkering with the engine. Sometimes Tracy was such a gearhead, all she wanted was to improve the sound of the engine on her own car. As they climbed out of the car, she greeted Hannah and Kim with a friendly smile and a wave.

“Mornin’ boss,” she grinned. Kim nodded, unlocking the door to the garage.

“Morning Tracy Bell,” Kim replied, pulling the shutter door up. “Listen, Hannah, we’re kinda backed up today, so Tracy isn’t going to be able to man the front desk at all…” Smiling, Hannah nodded at her fiancé.

“Of course,” Hannah laughed, following Kim and Tracy into the garage. As Kim said, there were more cars than usual, most with half engines falling out or windows missing. Tracy Bell immediately moved straight to a Dodge Charger, popping the hood with practiced ease. On the other hand, Kim traipsed over to the biggest truck on the floor - it belonged to the scrap guy, Bobby Singer. It was the biggest commission they had, so it was the most urgent. 

The sound of metal on metal filled the room, the sound was a comfort to Hannah. She hung up her blazer on the back of the chair, wheeling it up to the desk. There was a laptop and a phone on the desk to book appointments, but Hannah knew there was Word software on the system. It meant that she could work on her magazine articles while Kim worked on her cars. They could spend the whole day working on what they needed to do.

The morning wasn’t all that busy. Hannah had plenty of time to work on her article (these month’s issue was about the benefits of bee keepers.) while in between phone calls. There were only a couple of book-ins, people asking for MOTs or a regular servicing, and not a single soul came through the doors. Hannah was hopeful that there wouldn’t be a single breakdown all day.

By the time it came to 11am, Hannah’s stomach was starting to rumble. Pulling on her blazer, she called out to her friends.

“I’m going to get some lunch, do you want anything?” She asked. Tracy Bell pulled out from under an Impala, and Kim appeared from behind Bobby’s truck. 

“Grab me a BLT, would ya?” Kim smiled, wiping the grease off her hands with an old rag. 

“A can of coke would be great,” Tracy added. “And maybe a burger? I’m kinda hungry." 

Hannah laughed, heading out the door. She grabbed the keys to Kim’s car off the front desk, skipping towards the vehicle. She drove for about ten minutes into the town centre, to a place familiar to her. Hannah and Kim had gone on many dates to The Roadhouse bar, as the chef, Ellen made excellent food. As soon as she walked through the door, Ellen greeted her with a broad smile.

"Can I get a BLT for Kim, a burger for Tracy Bell, and I’d like a cheese and onion panini, please,” Hannah relayed as she walked over to the bar. Ellen nodded, shifting to the back for a second before reappearing. “Can I have three cans of coke, too?" 

"Comin’ up, Han,” Ellen grinned, reaching into a mini fridge and slamming down the coke on the counter. “How’s life?”

“It’s going great, my articles are gaining more traction, Kim’s garage is expanding,” Hannah replied, smile plastered to her face. 

“That’s great, Hun’, glad things are good,” Ellen told her sincerely. Hastily, Ellen looked back into the kitchen, cursing under her breath before running back there. There were sounds of crashing and clattering, another curse or two from Ellen before she reappeared. In her hands were three take-out boxes for Hannah to take.

“How much do I owe you?” Hannah asked, reaching into her pocket for change. 

“Don’t be silly,” Ellen waved her off. “Just make sure Kim buffs up my car real nice next time.” She winked, shoving the boxes into her arms. Gratefully, Hannah took the boxes and waved her goodbye.

When she got back to the garage, Kim and Tracy Bell were just cleaning up for lunch. Tracy undid her overalls, revealing a plaid shirt and denim shorts, but Kim just tied the sleeves of her jumpsuit around her waist. They both had happy expressions, eyeing up the take-out boxes Hannah’s arms. 

“Thanks babe,” Kim grinned, planting a sloppy on Hannah’s cheek. Hannah raised her eyebrow, letting Kim shift away before pulling her in for a more passionate kiss. 

“God guys, save it for the bedroom!” Tracy joked, slapping Hannah on the arm before stealing the boxes from her grip. Hannah was pretend angry at Tracy, but quickly began to laugh. Tracy handed out the take-out cartons before grabbing her coke from Hannah’s pocket. Kim gladly took her own food and handed Hannah hers. They sat around the computer desk, Hannah on Kim’s lap and Tracy on the wheely chair. They laughed through the whole lunch break, Tracy telling the story of when the IT chick who set up the web server - a nice girl name Charlie - tried to hit on her and accidentally punched her in the face. It was one of Hannah’s favourite story of Tracy Bell’s. 

Sometimes, Hannah liked to go to work with Kim to watch her work on the cars. But more importantly, Hannah liked to spend her lunch times with her fiancé - soon to be wife - joking with her two best friends. As she stared at her engagement ring, Hannah thought she couldn’t be happier.

I’m still accepting prompts here <3

[benevolentsam]

hannah/kim :)

Sorry this took so long to answer, hope it was worth the wait!!

Thank you for the prompt either way :)

“C'mon, Hannah, you’d love it,” Cas encouraged as they walked over to the auditorium. Nervously, Hannah shuffled her alongside Castiel, not too eager to join him. For weeks, he’d been begging her to join the Queer Club, but Hannah had politely declined every time. Sometimes it was apin how pursuasive Cas could be.

“I’m not going to fit in,” Hannah sighed, looking at some of the other kids walking towards the theatre. Cas was taking them there early, to introduce Hannah to some of his friends, but there were still other people turning up. Cas stopped them both in the hallway, grabbing hold of of both of Hannah’s delicate hands.

“Han, they accept gender queer people, they accept ace aro people, you’re gonna be fine, alright?” Cas smiled gently, squeezing her hands. “Please, just come with me.” Sighing, Hannah bit her lip and carried on walking to the auditorium.

There were about 300 seats in the theatre, and about ten of them were filled with various groups of students just milling around. Hannah’s eyes scanned the seats, searching for someone she knew. On the third row, Sam Winchester was sat talking to a girl with brown hair that was pinned up. She knew him as one of Cas’ friends, and was glad she had someone to talk to beside Castiel.

As she turned to the front, Hannah found herself face to face with a red head wearing a Harry Potter shirt. She had a broad smile on her face.

“Hey! I’m Charlie, you’re Hannah, right?” Charlie greet excitedly. Without warning, she pulled Hannah into a strong hug. “I run the club, with my girlfriend - Dorothy.” Charlie pointed to the girl sat beside Sam, who winked when she saw Charlie looking at her. Seemingly swooning, Charlie placed her hand on her heart and smiled gratefully.

“Yes, I’m Hannah,” she smiled brightly at Charlie. “Cas finally convinced me to come.” Charlie laughed loudly, slapping her hand on Hannah’s upper arm. Behind her, Cas started chortling too.

Soon, both straightened up. Some things were happening around them, more people turning up and the projector screen was lowering. Dorothy yelled something to Charlie about starting up, and she nodded in reply.

“So we don’t expect you to come out right away, it doesn’t matter what you identify as but we’d rather you be comfortable before telling us anything,” Charlie explained quietly, while someone else flciked the projector on. “But, if you’re okay with it, would you like to introduce yourself to the rest of the guys.”

Hannah shakily nodded, looking around at the growing audience. There weren’t many more people than when they first came in, but it was still pretty large crowd. She was nervous to speak in front of them all, but Cas said they were all nice people. It would be nice to have a lot of friends.

In the front row, there was a girl with a round face and dark hair tied up in a pony tail, smiling as she chatted to some others. Hannah’s heart skipped a beat as she looked on. The girl, whoever she was, was beautiful. She caught herself staring as Castiel coughed loudly at her. When Hannah turned to face him, she found a suggestive smirk on his face.

“That’s Kim,” Cas nodded towards the girl. “She’s the one that organises all the outings. Her family own the auto shop on the east of town, they’ve got a mini bus they let us borrow.” Though Cas’ information was generally relevant, Hannah stopped listening after Kim’s name was revealed. Kim. Her name fitted her look so perfectly, Hannah couldn’t believe. Hannah’s staring was soon interrupted again, this time by Charlie who was now holding a mic.

“Hannah, move this way a bit,” Charlie whispered, gesturing to the centre of the stage. Once her and Hannah were in the spotlight, Charlie nodded and the microphone clicked on with a soft humming of feedback. Everyone suddenly stopped their conversations to look to the front. “Hey guys, so we’ll get the meeting under way in a second, but first I’d like to introduce Hannah.” As the students began to clap, Charlie passed the mic to Hannah.

“Hi, I’m Hannah,” she said. The situation was extremely overwhelming and she couldn’t think of a single thing to say about herself. Nervously laughing, Hannah’s eyes swept the audience, hoping inspiration would strike. Then her eyes settled on Kim, and she found confidence from somewhere in the back of her mind. “I’m Cas’ friend, from when we were younger. I like playing chess, musicals, gardening. Carmilla is my favourite show, well web series. I’m not really that interesting, but I would like to make friends with you guys.”

The audience applauded. Hannah quickly handed the mic back to Charlie before skulking to the third row, where Cas had chosen to sit. Charlie continued the rest of the presentation with the help of Dorothy. She wasn’t really paying attention, so she had no idea what was really happening.

It surprised her when Dorothy suddenly yelled about bringing out the drinks.

People had divided up into social groups again, leaving Hannah awkwardly trailing behind Castiel. Sam was also with them, talking to Cas about some sort of video game that had just come out. Not interested, Hannah found herslef with nothing to do until Charlie walked over with Dorothy in tow. Dorothy offered Hannah a paper cup with orange dilute in it.

“So how are you liking things so far?” Charlie asked, before taking a bite of a biscuit. Hannah nodded, gazing straight at Kim as she mimed something. Charlie followed her line of sight, smirking when she saw what she was staring at.

“Yeah, I’m really liking the whole thing,” Hannah replied absently, eyes still trained on Kim. With raised eyebrows, Charlie jabbed Hannah’s arm, finally capturing Hannah’s full attention.

“Go talk to her,” Charlie smiled. Jaw gaping as she tried to protest, Hannah shook her head with a firm no.

“She’s not scary,” Dorothy laughed. Hannah blushed, her face turning a deep shade of red. She was about to turn around and run away when Dorothy yelled up. “Kim, we need logistics!”

Kim was there within a second, same wide grin still plastered on her face. Dorothy kept Kim talking for a few seconds, asking about the minibus while Charlie kept Hannah still by holding her hand. Once Dorothy had finished her speech, she gently pushed Kim towards Hannah and slipped away, closley followed by Charlie, then Sam, then Cas. Hannah was the only one left.

“Hey, you’re the new kid, aren’t you,” Kim raised her eyebrows, looking Hannah up and down. She felt slightly self concious and pulled her sleeves down over her hands. “It’s cool you like chess. My Grandpa taught me to play, but I don’t like playing competitively.” Hannah nodded, so nervous she couldn’t speak.

They stood for a few minutes in awkward silence, but Kim made no effort to move away. Hannah could feel her face of fire, guessing her cheeks were glowing red. After a while, Kim slowly slided closer to Hannah, and soon their bodies were touching at the side. Hannah took a deep breath.

“Do you want to go out with me sometime?” She muttered, not looking Kim in the eye. Frowning, Kim gingerly pulled Hannah’s chin until they were facing each other.

“I’d love to,” Kim smirked. Fingers still clasping Hannah’s face, Kim leaned in a placed a wet kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’ll pick you up Saturday at 7?” Hannah eagerly nodded, face cooling as she calmed a little. Kim kissed her once more on the cheek, before winking and bounding to another group of friends. Hannah didn’t even realise, still reveling in the faint press of lipstick on her cheek.

Queer club had been worth it after all.

[benevolentsam]

Right, I have 3 prompts in my ask box and I promise I will get round to them very very soon (I just need to take my dog out) and they will be up before the end of the weekend!

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Dogs, Dates, and Camomile Tea

(Also on my Ao3)

This was a prompt from mrs-pants47 I hope you enjoy it and the characters aren’t too far off <3

The park was Hannah's favourite place to read, and reading was her favourite thing to do. She sat on the park bench, the one under the tallest oak tree, with Slaughterhouse 5 sat in the crease of her legs. In her handbag sat beside her, there was a cheese and onion sandwich, a flask of tea, and a custard doughnut, all ready to enjoy when the clock struck 12. All together, her Saturday was shaping up to be a perfectly peaceful day.

As she earmarked a page, a thought provoking quote sat in a neat line that Hannah wanted to preserve, a bee flew past her head. She was used to the soft buzzing, Castiel had a flourishing garden full of lavender and such. Smiling, she watched as the bee flew away, before going back to reading her book.

The slim book didn't take long to read, each page only being a couple of minutes worth of writing to Hannah. Soon, she had finished the chapter she had started when she sat down, and to reward herself, she brought out her tea flask. It was some sort of flowery concoction that Cas had recommend (it is very calming, Hannah) and honestly it smelt like Heaven. Eagerly, she poured herself a small amount into the lid, before capping the flask again. The tea itself was sort of sweet, but there was a hint of herb in there that Hannah found she didn't mind. She savoured the tingle on her tongue.

As she downed the last of the tea, Hannah felt something damp press against the side of her thigh. Looking down, she frowned as she found a large dog jabbing it’s nose into her leg.

“Oh, hello,” she said, and the dog seemed to respond happily to that. It began to get very excited, tail wagging at 100 miles per hour. Carefully, Hannah balanced the near empty flask lid between the wooden slats of the bench, so she could bend down and stroke the dog. It jumped up, paw perched on the edge of the bench, and licked a long line up Hannah’s face.

“Rusty!” A voice called across the park. Hannah glanced up, seeing a woman in denim overalls jogging towards them, camera swinging around her neck. “Rusty!” She yelled again. The dog bowed its front paws down, tail still swishing broadly, seeming as if it wanted to play. When the woman in overalls got closer, Rusty leapt up at her and barked.

“I'm so sorry, I was trying to take a picture of him when he ran off,” the woman offered her hand to Hannah, panting a little as she did so. There was a deep magenta blush on her face that was nearly hidden by a curtain of dark hair. “He’s faster than me, and got a head start. I had no chance.” A loud puff came out of her in place of a laugh.

“No worries,” Hannah smiled kindly, taking the hand offered and shaking it gently. “He’s a beautiful dog.” Both women looked down at the majestic animal.

“Yeah, he’s a pure-bred German Shepherd,” the woman remarked proudly, watching as her dog pottered around the bench. “I'm Kim, by the way.”

“Hannah,” she replied. “Would you like some tea?” She offered out her lidless flask, as if to entice Kim.

“Ah, no thanks,” Kim sighed, an apologetic expression on her face. “I have to get back to work. I need to take and develop like twenty photos before this Saturday, and Rusty is a diva of a model to work with.” Kim laughed, brown eyes seeking out the dog who was now digging the roots of the oak tree.

“Why this Saturday?” Hannah asked.

“I actually have a exhibition at the Cooper Art Gallery this weekend,” Kim smiled, obviously proud of herself.

“Wow, that’s amazing, I’d love to see some of your work!” Hannah gasped, excited of her new friend’s achievement.

“Do you want to come with me,” Kim raised her eyebrow rather flirtatiously. Hannah stared at Kim, confused for a second about her body language. Only when Kim winked at her, did she understand.

“I, uhh-” Hannah stuttered, it wasn't everyday someone asked her out. Cautiously, she looked Kim up and down, taking in her outfit and her dark brown ponytail, before settling on her warm face. Hannah smiled. “Of course, I’d love to!” Kim grinned back at her, dimples appearing on her cheeks.

“Great,” she nodded, before reaching into the front pocket of her overalls and producing a small piece of paper and a pencil. Quickly, she scrawled something down then handed the paper to Hannah. “Here’s my number, I’ll pick you up about eight-ish?” Hannah nodded a happy yes.

“Right, I have to go,” Kim told Hannah, whistling for Rusty before beginning to walk away. She waved enthusiastically as she turned, but as she disappeared over the rise of the hill, she picked up her camera from around her neck and snapped a picture of something. Hannah barely took notice though, as she stared down at the piece of paper, heart thumping wildly.

She couldn't wait for Saturday.

[benevolentsam]

hey! are you taking spnfemslashrequests? is so would you do one for hannah/kim(10x02)? please&thanks for your time :D

Firstly, thanks for asking! I am pretty much always taking requests so feel free to ask whenever

Secondly, I would absolutely love to write Hannah/Kim, however I haven’t seen much of s10 and what I have seen was nearly a year ago and my memory is slightly rusty, so I can’t guarantee the characterisation will be spot on. But I will try 😇 I’ve got homework and stuff to do right now, so I will write it as soon as possible, and tag you in it when I post it