Warnings : *Underage - age of consent reached *. Sam 17 - Dean 21, Smut - fingering. Dean being a shit.
Square filled : First time.
Written for : @spnkinkbingo
Part 4 of A Series of firsts.
SPN KINK BINGO MASTERLIST.
Sam liked to tease you. Especially when you were focused on something, like now. You were lounging on the couch in Sam’s room, blanket over both your laps and the Nintendo 64 controller in your hand as you played Majora’s mask. Sam had long ago grabbed your leg and put it over his. Your eyes were trained on the tv when you felt him shift and his nose brushed against your cheek.
“Sam, stop.” You moved your head away from him, but he followed, his nose hitting your earlobe. “Sam, I’m serious, I’m trying to concentrate.”
He chuckled. “But you’re so adorable when you’re thinking.” His lips brushed your shoulder.
“Sam!” You shot him a glare.
His smile only got wider and his hand moved over your thigh. “You really want me to stop? Really?” He kissed your cheek.
“You’re an asshole.” You shot at him with a smile. “I regret ever letting you kiss me.” You look at him again. “Even if I was just ten.”
He laughed and pressed his lips to yours. “But it’s so fun.”
“Fuck off.” You shoved him away and he laughed louder. “Let me please just do this?”
“Do whatever you want.” He sighed, moving closer, his hand once again moving higher up your thigh. “I won’t stop you.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” You tried to ignore him as best you could.
“No, not Jesus.” He whispered in your ear. “Just Sam.”
“Sometimes I hate you.” You shook your head as he cupped your sex through your pants. “Sometimes I really fucking hate you.” Sam’s hands on you was nothing new, making out with him happened from time to time. While you weren’t a couple, most people though you were, or would be. Even you figured it was just a matter of time before he got the balls to ask you officially.
He pulled your leg making you slide down the couch a little. “You love me and you know it.”
“A little less every day.” You mumbled, focused on the screen.
“Oh, fuck you!” He laughed, his arm wrapping around you tight and pulling you against him, his fingers dancing against your ribs.
“Sam! I swear to god!” You tried not to laugh while you used your elbow to try and get him off. “You’re going to make me die! I’m on a damn boss, you dick!”
“I can beat it with one hand tied behind my back. Need me to do it for you?” He nipped at your shoulder.
“You literally can not.” You finally shoved him off again. “No more tickling! Or I’m going home.”
“Oh, so threatening.” He teased and when you shot him a glare, his hands went up. “Okay, no more tickles.”
“Thank you.” You got yourself comfortable again, one leg still over his and still low on the couch as you renewed your focus on the fight.
You felt him shift the waistband of your pants and his hand slid in. “Doesn’t mean I’m done with you.” he whispered.
“Sam..”
“What’s another first between friends.” He kissed your shoulder. “I am the first, right?”
You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. “For far too many things.” You mumbled and he smiled. “Don’t get cocky, you'll turn into Dean.”
“There are worse things I could turn into.” He smiled when you let out a soft gasp as his fingers came in contact with your clit. “Better when the pants are out of the way, huh?”
You bit your bottom lip, and he seemed to take that as a yes. You fought to focus on the fight but Sam’s middle finger brushing over your clit was starting to win out. Your brow was furrowed, breath coming out a bit shaky whenever you didn’t have your bottom lip firmly between your teeth, and he just smiled, loving how he did this to you.
His lips started moving over your neck. “You’re my first too.” His whispered before sliding a single digit past your entrance.
You gasped, back arching a bit and you turned, eyes locking on his. Your hips moving gently in time with his hand. “Sam..”
His smile widened, he pulled his finger out, rubbing the juices that coated it into your clit and making you whine. “More?” You were quick to nod, and he pressed his lips to yours and this time slid in two.
“Oh fuck…” you hissed against his lips.
The door opened, and your heads pulled apart, Sam ripping his hand from inside your pants and looking up to see his older brother. “What the fuck, Dean! Learn to knock!”
Dean had a knowing grin on his face, and when you glanced to the tv, you died. “Fuck! God dammit!” You tossed the controller.
“What do you what, Dean?” Sam snapped.
“Uh..” He chuckled. “Mom said dinner is going to be ready soon. I suggest washing up and finishing that later.” He teased with a wink.
“Oh my god..” You slid lower on the couch and tried to hide behind one of the throw pillows that decorated Sam’s couch.
“First time?”
“Oh my god, Dean!” You yelled at him, embarrassed.
“Should I get the camera?”
“Fuck off!” You yelled and threw the pillow at him.
Dean caught it and laughed. “Seriously, you two, go get cleaned up before mom comes looking for you.” He tossed the pillow back at you. “You dog.” He teased Sam with a laugh as he walked away. “Hey, mom we got another-!”
“I’m going to kill you!” Sam jumped up, stumbling over the blanket as he ran after Dean.
“I hate the Winchesters…” You mumbled, throwing your head back. “I need new friends.”
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Tagging : A series of firsts - @coffee-obsessed-writer @colie87 @super-fan-of-all-things
Sam - @evyiione @skycat41 @rebelminxy @purplecatterpiller @stark-red19
Warnings : Angsty, but a smile at the end, I promise. A touch of smut. Protective Dean. Poor Sammy.
Square filled : Shapeshifter
Written for : @spngenrebingo
SPN GENRE BINGO MASTERLIST.
Hurrying along the street in the mid sized town that bordered on nowhere, you ignored most of the sounds around you, but the rumble of the black car that went past you drew your attention. It was hard to ignore that sound, especially if you knew what that sound could mean. Hunters. As it pulled into the motel across the street, you did you best to hurry along.
“Jess!?” You continued along, not paying any mind at all to the person calling out. Twice more the name ran out before you hear someone running up behind you. “Is it-” A hand touched you shoulder and he gasped when you turned, taking two steps back.
“Can I help you?”
“I- you're-” He swallowed thickly, eyes searching your face for something. “Jess, how are you- I watched you-” he shook his head softly. “You died. I- I was there, you-”
Oh shit. You glanced around, looking for an out. “Sorry, but I need to get to work, and-”
“You don't remember?” You shook your head and gave him an apologetic smile. “It's me, Sam.” He waited a moment, but got no response. “Sam Winchester.”
Oh shit, oh shit.
He smiled seeing some kind of reaction, but he took it for something it wasn't. “You do remember me. Or at least my name.”
“Something like that..” you swallowed. “I need to-”
“Meet me later for a drink. Please.” You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to find a reason to say no. “Please. One drink. I just- I missed you.”
You gave him a small nod and his whole face lit up. “Bar two blocks over. Around 8?”
“Perfect.” he grinned. “I can't wait.”
“Please?”
“Sam-” you sound exasperated, and you're trying not to, but you know he can hear it. You've been sitting across from him for hours now. One drink had turned into four. “You said-”
He reached out, taking your hands in his. “Please.” He looked like he'd shatter to the floor if you pulled away. “I need to see you again. You don't know how much this means to me. I loved you, I wanted to marry you, and then..” he trailed off. “But now..” a small smile graced his lips. “I can't just walk out of here and not try seeing you again. Please? I'll come to you. We'll exchange numbers, I'll text you, I just- please. I need to see you again.”
With a sigh you gave him a nod. Once again he was beaming as he pulled out his phone.
You gave him your number, and he saved it to his phone before sending you a text. He looked almost anxious for a moment, until he heard your phone chime and you pulled it out. He watched you save his number to your phone and smiled. “So, how about another-”
“It's getting late.” you looked up at him, and he nodded sadly.
“You're right.” he admitted, shoulders slumped.
“But I had a good time, Sam.” You gave him a genuine smile and he returned it.
“I'm glad.”
Ten days. Sam was texting you constantly, and you'd meet up with him every other day. You felt guilty doing it, but the guilt was why you kept answering, kept showing up. And why, on the tenth day, you invited him to your place.
It was risky, but between the guilt, and getting to know him, you were willing to risk it. Plus, Sam insisted Dean didn't know about you yet. “I don't know if he'd understand. How he'd take it.” That's what Sam said, and you weren't about to argue. Dean Winchester was the last person you wanted around. Sam, you thought you could handle.
He had been begging for another drink, another hour with you, so you offered him coffee at your place.
It didn't end with coffee. It barely even got to coffee. You turned on the coffee maker, turned around and there he was. So close.
Clothes were shed and he fucked you on your counter, balls deep before the coffee maker was even done. You held on to him, calling out his name until he came, and he got shy, embarrassed. “It's been a long time..” he mumbled, his face turning pink.
“Then let's go again.”
His face lit up, and he carried you to the bedroom, his lips and teeth assaulting your chest as he went, both of you laughing when your back hit the door frame by accident. “Sorry.” he mumbled into your skin.
You just pulled his head back by his hair and pressed your lips to his in response. “I like it a little rough.”
The sound of a gun cocking in your face snapped you awake, and when you met the green eyes you feared, you did you best not to scream.
“You and I both know that Jess is dead, so who the fuck are you and what do you want with my brother?”
“I-I don't want anything from him.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing and why do you look like her?”
“I-” you swallowed. “It’s a face I ran into years ago. I figured she was insignificant, so I used it here. I didn't know. I promise you, I didn't know. All I knew was she must be dead, because there are no memories. I tried to tell him no, I tried-”
“Yeah, looks like you tried real fucking hard.” he growled motioning to your naked body under a thin sheet, and his brother's bare back next to you. “Soon as I fucking saw your face, I knew something wasn't right. You're going to get the fuck out of this bed right now, and fuck off. Change that god damn face and never fucking contact my brother again, do you hear me?”
You nodded, tears falling on your cheeks. “I'm sorry.” you started to get up, but the movement woke Sam up.
“Fuck your sorry.” Dean growled.
“Dean?” Sam rolled over. “What are you doing?” he glanced from his brother, to you, then the gun.
“I'm sorry.” you said it again.
“What's going on? Dean-”
“Tell him, Jess.” Dean snarled. “Tell him.”
“Dean, put the gun down.” Sam hand a hand out and was moving closer in a calm slow manner.
“She's not who she says she is.” Dean shook his head.
“Dean-”
“She's not fucking human! Tell him!”
The gun shook in your face and you shut your eyes tight. “I’m sorry!” the tears continued to fall as you were sure you were about to die. “I didn't know. I didn't know anyone here would know her. And when you did… when I saw the pain in your eyes.. I'm sorry. I felt so guilty for wearing her face and lying to you.. you wouldn’t take no for an answer and I just thought.. maybe you could use the closure, I don't know. I’m sorry. Please-”
“Put the gun down, Dean.”
“She's-”
“I know.” Your eyes opened and you looked at him, the pained look he was giving his brother. “I knew all along. Did you think I didn't question it? I know she's a shifter, Dean.”
“Then what the fuck-” Dean's gun lowered in confusion.
“You'll never understand. I miss her. I miss her so fucking much I don't care. It was good just to see her, talk to her again.” Sam glanced at you. “Tonight was like a dream, one I never wanted to wake up from. But I know you're not Jess, and I'm sorry for using you like this.”
“I-” You weren't sure how to respond, really. He looked so heartbroken again and you found yourself wanting to try and fix it.
“I'd like to take you to dinner.” Your eyebrows shot up. “You, though. Not Jess, if that's okay? Maybe try and make up for my brother's gun in your face.” the smile he gave you barely graced his lips and didn't reach his eyes.
“You don't have to-”
“I want to. Please. One more drink, and a meal to go with it. One more hour.”
You gave him a small smile and a nod. “One more drink.”
“I don't know what the fuck is going on anymore.” Dean's hands fell to his sides. “Hunters fucking shifters..” he turned and shook his head as he took a few steps. “Oh god, what if they have fucking kids?” he hands went to his head.
You couldn't help but chuckle, cheeks going pink and you glanced at Sam. He looked to you and you chuckled again. “I'm not getting pregnant any time soon, I promise.” This time, the smile did reach his eyes and he nodded while his brother continued to mumble and pace the room.
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Written for : @spnfluffbingo
Square : Matching Sweaters
Warning : Dean is grump about Mary walking out, but it’s Christmas time, so fluffy fluffs. Plus a surprise.
SPN Fluff Bingo Masterlist.
“No.”
“Come on, Dean. Just wear the sweater.”
“No.” he growled and headed for the fridge. “Don't know why we're even doing this to begin with.”
“Because she's your mother.”
“Didn't stop her from walking out that door.” he slammed the fridge and popped the top off a beer
“It's Christmas, Dean. And you're not the only person in this.” He shot you a glare. “I understand that you're hurt, I do, Dean. But when's the last time Sam had a Christmas with a parent actually there?”
Dean grumbled out a “Never.” under his breath and downed as much of the bottle as he could in a single gulp.
“Exactly. And I think it might mean something to him for his mother to sit down and meet me proper since we got hitched. I'm only asking for a few hours, here. I made pie, two of them. Both pecan. And I'll owe you big time, no questions asked.”
“That's a dangerous thing to offer a man.”
“It still stands.”
He tried to ignore the big doe eyes you gave him, then cursed. “Fine. But Sammy better be wearing one too.” He slammed his beer down and grabbed the sweater from you. “And I'm getting smashed. No arguments.”
You held up your hands and shook your head. He huffed in response as he shoved his arms through the sleeves. “Where is Sammy, anyways?” you asked.
“Library.” he muttered pulling his head through and pulling it down. “Fuck this thing is ugly. How does it look better on you?”
“Tits, Dean. They can make anything look good.” you laughed as you left the kitchen.
You shook your head as you walked, still hearing Dean grumble. About this dinner, about the sweater, about everything. But you knew for a fact his mind would be changing very soon. He'd be happy this Christmas. You were going to guarantee it.
“Sam?” you called out as you neared the library. No answer. You stepped in and clenched your jaw, fists on you hips. “Sam Winchester!”
“One sec.” He barely even looked up from his laptop. “Think I found a-”
“I told you to get ready, so get your ass out of that chair and go get dressed! Your mother will be here any minute.”
“I am dressed.” He sat back and gestured at his jeans and flannel, still not looking away from his laptop.
“That's what you wear everyday! Come on, Sam. I put clothes aside for you, get moving.”
Sam looked up just as Dean came in. “Let's go, get that ass in gear, Sasquatch.” Dean pushed the back of the laptop so it would close.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Sam laughed at Dean.
“Hey, if I gotta wear this fugly thing, so do you!”
“No way! I-” Dean pointed to you, and Sam turned, seeing you wearing the exact same sweater as Dean. “Seriously?”
“Matching ugly Christmas sweaters is what families do, guys.”
“Why are we even doing this?” Sam asked.
“Because I said so, and because it's important, okay? It means a lot to me, Sam. And I think it would be really good for you guys. Please, just give me this?”
“If you hold out a bit, she'll bribe you.” Dean winked.
“What? What'd you get?”
“Two pies and a massive favor.” Dean grinned.
“Jesus Christ, you guys.” you groaned, arms coming up and falling again in exasperation. “Fine! What do you want, Sam? Because apparently a happy wife isn't it.” you teased.
“I want that thing.”
“What thing?”
“That thing we rarely do, and only when Deans gone. I want that.”
“What's the thing?” Dean got suddenly very interested and your face went bright red. “I want that too, I'm taking this fucking thing off until I get whatever the thing is.” Dean began to lift the hem of the sweater.
“Fine. Just get dressed now.” Sam grinned. “Jerk.”
“Awe, does this mean I don’t get the thing?” Dean pouted and Sam leaned down to kiss you. “Seriously though, what is it?” Dean asked. “Sam? Sammy? Come on, man!” Sam laughed as he left the room without a word.
“Next bribe.” you gave Dean a pat on the cheek. “Maybe I'll tell you with the next bribe.”
You were waiting with Dean by the stairs, a sweater that you told Dean was for Mary folded neatly over your arms. “After a nice family picture you can take it off, okay?”
He huffed, and lifted the beer bottle to his mouth, but you grabbed it out of his hand and put it on the table. “Rude.” he pouted.
All of a sudden, you could hear feet pounding their way towards you. You and Dean both turned as soon as Sam burst in. He was breathing hard, his button up shirt that was part of his fed suit wasn't buttoned all the way, and his slacks were a little wrinkled from running, but he was still a beautiful sight. “Are you serious?” he gestured with the sweater he held bunched in one large hand.
You nodded and smiled. “Now do you understand why we're doing this?”
“You're not fucking with me?”
“No, Sam.”
His face lit up and that confused Dean. “What the hell is going on?” Dean asked as Sam hurried in and wrapped you up in his arms, your feet leaving the floor as he spun you around. “It's just an ugly ass sweater, what am I missing?” As far as he could tell, it was the exact same as the one you both wore.
You heard the echo of the door and Sam put you down, then you nudged him. “Hurry and put it on, she's here.”
With a huge grin plastered to his face, he quickly pulled it on, Dean's eyes going wide when he saw, when he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Why didn't you tell me, I would have gone along with it.”
“Because, we both know you wouldn't be able to contain your excitement and you'd have ruined the surprise.”
“Hi, boys.” Mary smiled coming into view. “Nice sweaters.”
“Hi mom.” Dean gave her a smile and greeted her at the bottom of the stairs with a hug.
“I was hoping to get a picture of us in matching sweaters. Do you mind?”
Mary turned to you, Sam had his back to her as he adjusted his sweater. “Not at all.” She smiled. “I think that would be nice.”
“Here, Sam. Give this to your mom.”
Sam leaned in for a kiss before turning. Mary froze seeing the single word written in big bold letters on his Christmas sweater. ‘Daddy.’ Then her eyes went to the sweater Sam held up for her. ‘Grandma.’
“Merry Christmas, mom.” Sam smiled.
Mary stepped forward and gingerly took the sweater. “Are- are you-” She looked up at Sam. “How long?”
“I don't know.” He laughed. “I just found out too.” He gestured to his own sweater.
“How about that picture?” you smiled and waved your camera.
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Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader, John, Dr Stein, Ted Bundy.
Word count : 1,282
Warnings : canon violence. some angst and some fluff.
Part 12 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
“Don’t do this to me, Dean.” You begged him. “You promised.”
“You really shouldn’t take your eyes off your opponent.” Bundy chided.
“Dean-”
“No resonating.” He growled.
“Guys!” Sam was practically screaming.
“Ready or not.” Bundy singsonged, the last of the bandages falling away. “Here I come.”
“Dean?”
“No.”
“Guys!”
“Time to die.” You could practically smell his breath as he rushed you.
“I said enough!” John screamed from behind him, Stein tsking him and shaking his head for interfering.
Bundy turned, sneering at John. “You’re not my type, get lost.” He swatted John, knocking him back.
“You need to trust me, Dean.” Silence. “You promised.”
“I will not hurt you again. I will not be the reason you die.”
“If you keep doing this I will die!” You screamed.
“And it will be a beautiful death.” Bundy grinned, attention back on you again.
“I thought you trusted me. I thought we were partners, a team. Was it all a lie?” Your hands started shaking again, chest pain coming back and you felt like you might throw up.
“Stein?” John glanced over as he got up. “What’s going on?”
“Panic attack.” He answered calmly. “She has anxiety, didn’t you know? She’s afraid of being left alone again.”
“I ca-” Your breath started coming in heavier. “Please..” You dropped to your knees.
“No, I didn’t..” John got scared as he watched you drop to your knees. “We need to step in.” He started for you, but Stein held him back. Bundy rushed you again. “Stein we need-”
“Wait.”
Just before Bundy reached you, Dean changed, standing tall in front of you. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Sam out of your hand and raised him up. “Stay away from my meister.” He growled, pulling the trigger and shooting Bundy right between the eyes.
His head flew back, and his body followed. The sound that came out of him was inhuman. Dean kept shooting, all the rage and emotion he was feeling coming out shot after shot. It wasn’t until the tell tale signs of black ribbon and smoke circled around and disappeared into a soul that he finally let his brother go, Sam falling from his hand and transforming back into his human form before he could hit the ground.
“Get your soul, Sammy.” Dean turned and started away.
“Dean?” you cried, still with your eyes squeezed shut.
“I’m sorry. But I’m not ready to try again yet.”
John hurried over, wrapping his arms around you. “Hey, we’re here.. I got you.” He pulled you tight against him and tried to help ground you again. “They had your back, as promised.” He ran his hand over your hair. “Dean kept you safe, Sammy got his first soul. It all worked out, princess. It’s done.”
“Dean?” You knocked gently on his door. He had locked himself in there when you got home last night, not a word to anyone, and as far as you knew, he hadn’t come out. You were starting to wonder if he had left while you slept, but when you gently opened the door, you saw him lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. “Dean, come on-”
“Maybe you should find another weapon.” He mumbled.
You froze, starting to feel the anxiety hit again. “What? W-why?”
He shook his head. “I resonate with you, I could kill you. I don’t, it could get you killed. What kind of a weapon am I? Maybe I really am meant to be alone.”
“Don’t you ever say that again.” He turned and looked at you, anger and fear fighting each other on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. “You did what I asked of you, Dean, just not how I asked it.”
“I almost-”
“You had my back. You proved to me once again that I could trust you with my life. I shut down and you stepped up. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead.” you threw yourself on him and hugged him tight. “Thank you.”
Reluctantly, his arms went around you. “If it wasn’t for me it wouldn’t have happened.” He mumbled, holding you tight, as if afraid to let go.
“I was having a panic attack, Dean.” his brow furrowed, and he tilted his head to look at you. “I couldn’t beat him with you two. Sam said I was shaking, and I was. I was starting to feel the strain, I was getting tired, and the only way I could think to beat him, you refused. And it wasn’t that you refused, Dean, I expected that.” You shifted and looked up at him. “I was scared you were right, I wasn’t ready. I was scared I’d get you both killed.”
Dean pulled your head back down against his chest and kissed the top of your head. “We’ll figure something out.”
“I- I already talked to Dr Stein. Your dad and Lord Death agree it’s a good idea.”
“Oh?”
“I’m going to try resonating with you guys one at a time.”
“Sweetheart-”
“I’ll start with Sam, if you want.” You looked up at him again. “I don’t want to push you, but it’s something we need to do, we need to see if maybe it’s trying to handle both of you at once. Because if I can at least resonate with one of you…”
“Yeah, okay.” Dean nodded. “Sammy has better control, always did. Start with him, and I’ll keep watch.”
“You just want to get out of class.” You teased.
“Oh, is it going to be in the mornings again?”
“You know damn well it will be. He has remedial classes to teach in the afternoon.”
“Sweetheart, we are the remedial class.” He laughed.
Sam found you curled up with Dean and asleep. He let out a heavy sigh. “How you holding up, kid?” John asked. He had come over for diner, wanting to check in on everyone.
Sam shrugged. “Fine, I guess. I should be happy, I got my first soul, but..” he motioned to the scene in front of him.
“Did you know she has anxiety?”
“What?” Sam asked, looking up at his father confused.
John nodded. “She's terrified of being alone. Stein told me. Makes sense why she'd want two weapons.”
“That can't be right.” Sam looked back over at you. “She's always been alone, since her parents died.. she's done everything on her own…”
“But she's not anymore, and she's afraid it'll happen again. That she'll lose the people she cares most for and wind up alone. Just like Dean is. Your mother…” John sighed. “It hurt Dean. He hasn't let anyone close since. Only you.” John looked to his youngest. “They need you, Sammy. Go on.”
Sam looked back at his father who motioned into the room with his chin. And without any words, Sam knew what to do.
Moving forward, he climbed into Dean's bed behind you and wrapped his arms around you. When you stirred and glanced back at him, his voice was soft and soothing. “We'll never leave you.”
You gave him a nod and snuggled back down, “Thank you, Sam.”
Dean opened his eyes and gave his brother a confused look. But the look he got in return told him Sam would fill him in later. With a content sigh, Dean closed his eyes once more and fell asleep to the warm feeling of being surrounded by the two people that meant the most to him in this world.
With a smile, John slowly walked away from the door. He locked the front door with his key as he left, never had he been so happy to return home to an empty house.
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Pairing : Sam x Reader. Dean, Crowley, John. Mentioned : Bobby, Rufus, Rowena.
Word count : 3,948
Written for : @spnaubingo
Square : Merpeople AU.
Warnings : Some cuteness, and angst. Nothing too serious.
A/N : Writing merpeople is super new to me. It’s not perfect, very far from it actually. But enjoy.
SPN AU & Trope Bingo Masterlist.
You stepped out onto the deck that overlooked the ocean and sighed contently. Scanning the beautiful blue waters as the sky began to illuminate with shades of orange and pink, you wrapped your sweater around yourself and stepped down off the deck. You wiggled your toes in the sand for a moment, looking down at them before looking back at the ocean and heading towards it.
As you walked, water lapping at your ankles, you sang softly to yourself. You had heard it somewhere as a child and it had stuck in your head since.
That first time you saw him, it was off in the corner of your eye. You thought it was just someone out for their early morning swim, but when you stopped singing to look, no one was there. You looked around the stretch of beach, and out over the vast expanse of the water, but saw no one else. Confused, you continued on your walk, and your voice started up again.
Peeking up over the water again, he watched as she moved along the beach and sang.
He was positive she had no idea what she was singing, where it was from or what it meant. It was a song of his people, an ocean song, and no human had ever heard it as far as anyone knew. None that lived, anyways.
No human but her.
The second time you saw him, you were sitting on a rock that sat about knee deep in the water. Your long skirt was wet just along the hem, but it didn’t bother you. The sun was just beginning to rise over the water. This was your favorite time of the day. It was cool enough to be out barefoot with a light sweater, and people weren’t usually down by the water yet. There were the few who came out with their significant others to watch the sun rise with a picnic breakfast, or with shoes in hand after a night of drinking, but even then, the beach was vast, so you rarely saw people.
It gave you a chance to sing.
Your eyes were closed, your voice, though not loud, carried out over the water. Feeling eyes on you, you opened yours, and out on the water, you saw him. As soon as your voice stopped, he ducked back under. Furrowing your brow, you watched where he had been, the bubbles slowly disappearing, and began to scan the water for him to resurface. Surely he had to at some point. But he didn’t. Curious, you stood up, taking another look around. Nothing. “Hmm..” Sitting back down, you watched the sky again. Watched the stars slowly fade away as the light of day took over.
As you watched them, you started to quietly sing to yourself.
Peeking up over a rock, he watched as you stood, and looked around. Ducking for a moment, when he looked over again, you were sitting and looking up. He too, turned his attention to the sky and watched the stars slowly fade.
His eyes slowly shifted back to the human singing the song she shouldn’t know. Tilting his head to the side, he watch how the soft light illuminated her features. He got so lost in thought as he watched her, he didn’t noticed anything else until a hand touched his shoulder.
“You shouldn't be up by the surface, Sam. You know the laws.” His brother scolded. “What are you looking at, anyways?” As his brother began to look over the rock, Sam splashed him in the face. “Hey!”
“Race you home.” He smiled, knowing his older brother couldn’t resist a competition.
“You’re on.”
As his brother dove down, Sam took one last look behind him before joining.
You saw the man in the water a few more times before you decided to try and figure out who, or what, he was. You asked around, and while some people thought you were crazy, a few old fisherman started to fill you in on local legends. Old stuff, long before your time.
A child cursed and thrown into the water by his mother. Angry and seeking revenge by taking fisherman and anyone caught in his waters, dragging them down to a watery grave. Some claimed he used Sirens, or mermaids, singing their song to lure men and women right to him. “Mermaids?”
“Ey.”
“Has anyone seen one?”
“Ey.” You were pointed towards an older, dark skinned man in a back booth, drinking and muttering to himself. “Took ‘is best friend. ‘E swears it was the sirens. Led ‘em into a storm, pulled ‘im right off the deck.”
You spoke to the man, Rufus, about that night. About his friend Bobby Singer and what happened to him. And how Rufus spent the years since trying to hunt down the monsters that took his friend.
You went home with a lot on your mind. Could that be what this mystery man was? Did you even really believe the stories and legends were true? You had to get a better look at him.
Sam was swimming back towards home as the sun began to rise, when he heard the song again. Stopping, he looked towards the surface of the water. Was it her again? He glanced back to his brother swimming ahead of him and wondered how no one else seemed to hear it. Turning his eyes back towards the surface, he swam up.
When he came up, his eyes met yours. You had been waiting for him, expecting him. His eyes went wide, and he dove back down.
“Wait!” you called out, but he didn't stop. “Wait, please!” You gasped as a tail came up over the water, brilliant green and brown scales flashing with what little light the sky offered before it disappeared below the water with the rest of him. “Mermaids are real…” you muttered to yourself, staring out over the water in shock.
You couldn’t sleep, your mind was reeling. The stories were real, or at least based on something real. You needed air, needed space. Getting up, you grabbed a sweater and headed outside, not bothering with anything else.
As you stepped out, you heard it. Singing. Someone was singing your song. Your feet moved towards the sound before you even realized you were doing it. You could see someone, sitting on a rock. A man. A large man, long hair from what you could see. You could hear a spash of water, almost like a hint of music behind the words. A tail. It was him!
Afraid to scare him off, you moved as quietly as you could, bare feet in the sand. When you were closer, you let your voice join his.
He didn’t seem to mind at first, until he realized it was coming from behind him, and not out over the water. He stopped abruptly and turned. You gave him a smile. “Hi.”
He watched you, obviously weary of you. “Hi..”
Your smile widened. “You know my song?”
He shook his head. “You know ours.”
“Yours?”
He nodded. “A song of the ocean. My mother sang it to my brother. He sang it to me. How do you know a song of the ocean? No human alive knows it.”
You shrugged. “I heard it once, as a child. Couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t get it out of my head.” His brow furrowed at that. “What does it mean? I don’t even know what it means. People here call it the sirens song. Saying they hear it right before people get dragged down.”
He shook his head. “No. Though some have heard it as they died. We sometimes sing it to calm them in their final moments.”
“Oh…” You looked down at the sand. “I suppose I should stop singing it..”
“No.” You looked up at him. “I love hearing you sing it. You’re voice is perfect for it.” He smiled. “It’s a song of longing. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s been sung as long as anyone can remember. Sad, really, but calming. So it gets passed on, mother to child.” He watched you as you thought that over, the moon light barely lighting up your features. “Sing it again?” He asked softly. “Sing it with me?”
You smiled and nodded, your voice flowing smoothly over the beach, and the ocean before his joined yours.
You saw him again and again. Nights when you couldn’t sleep, and mornings before anyone else was awake, you were there, on the beach singing with him. His voice the perfect partner to yours. The beautiful song sounding all the more beautiful when you sang together.
And then he wasn’t.
Days.
Weeks.
When you looked out your window and saw him again, you ran. With everything in you, you ran to him. You ignored the cold water as you rushed into it, rushed to him, throwing yourself in his arms. “I missed you.”
“I’m sorry.. I-” He held on tighter. “I came to say goodbye.”
“What!?” You pulled away, searching his face for a reason why, as if the answer was written there.
“They found out.”
“Who? Found out what?”
He sighed. “My brother, first.” He swallowed. “Then others. They told the king. It’s forbidden to be on the surface. Forbidden to teach others our songs. I was seen singing with you… I’m sorry. I’m going to get in more trouble just for coming to say goodbye, but I couldn’t just leave you wondering..”
“Sam-” Tears ran down your cheeks, and he brushed one away as the water, moving in and out, splashed against his back.
“I’ll always remember you. And if you keep singing, I’ll always hear you. I’m sorry.”
You shook your head as he let you go. “You can’t…” He gave you a sad smile as he slowly moved away. “Please..” Tears continued down your cheeks. “I love you.”
You saw a tear drop off his chin and he slowly nodded, a soft smile lighting up his face. “I love you too.” Then he turned, dove under the water and was gone.
In a panic, you rushed further into the water. “Sam!” going under the water yourself, you opened your eyes, but you couldn’t see him. “Sam!” The sound was gargled as water filled your mouth and you looked everywhere for some sign of him. Coming back up, you gasped for air and cried, arms moving to keep you afloat. “Sam..” You cried softly.
He heard you cry out for him. He heard the sounds of water splashing as you rushed further into the water. But then, he heard you, loud and clear as you screamed for him underwater. His heart stopped, fear taking over. He knew he was far enough away that you couldn’t see him, but he could see you, the panicked look on your face as you searched for him. “Go up.” He begged quietly to himself. “Go up, go back up for air. You need to breath, go back up..”
He breathed a sigh of relief when you did, watched your hands and feet move to keep you afloat. “What are you doing here?” Sam turned, and his brother swam towards him. “I heard someone screaming your name, you were with her again, weren’t you. Is that her? You-”
“It’s over, Dean.” Sam mumbled.
“Sammy-”
“I just said goodbye.” He looked to his brother. “Happy?”
“Sam-” Dean’s normally strong and squared shoulders dropped.
“Just leave me alone, Dean.” Sam swam off.
Dean looked back up to the woman on the water, he could barely hear it, but her voice slowly picked up. She was singing again, the song, their song. He glanced towards his brother and he new his brother could hear her too. With a clenched jaw, Dean swam off, away from the sound of her voice.
It took weeks to find what you were looking for, but then you found it. Or rather, her. A witch who could do what you wanted, for a price. The price had been a favor, whenever she needed it. You had agreed, and then she gave you the small bottle and told you to return to the ocean.
So here you were, eyes closed, sitting on the rock in the middle of the water. The water lapped gently at your feet. Looking up at the stars just beginning to show, you opened the bottle. Taking one last deep breath, you drank the liquid inside, wincing at the taste.
You slid off the edge of the rock and into the water, the bottle slipping out of your hand as you began to go deeper. “I’ll see you soon, Sam.” You said quietly, a smile on your lips.
As you moved farther and farther from the sandy beach, the small bottle washed up along the shore.
You swam as best you could, but you had no idea where you were going.
It had taken a while to get use to swimming with a tail. A soft blue one, with hints of purple, which had surprised you. So far, you could move in a steady straight-ish line. Turning was difficult, going faster, impossible. But you kept at it, hoping, praying you would see someone, anyone, who could tell you where to find him. For all you knew, you were miles and miles in the wrong direction.
And then you spotted someone. “Hey!” It felt odd, it sounded odd, but there was some semblance of the voice you knew coming out of your mouth. “Please! Wait!” You did your best to hurry and catch up, your speed picking up slightly, but you struggled and fought to do it. “Please! I just need your help!”
That got his attention, and he turned. The green scales of his tail, hinted with brown and blue, were almost as brilliant as his green eyes. As you got closer, he looked at you confused. “Who are you?”
“I-” You could barely stop before bumping into him.
“Where the hell did you learn how to swim?” His hands had come out to stop you, and now fell away from your shoulders.
“Sorry.” You gave him a sad chuckle. “I’m new.”
“Sweetheart, no one’s new down here. Not at your age.” He chuckled.
“I- I’m looking for someone. His name is Sam.” His face darkened. “Do you know where I can find him?”
“What do you want with my brother? Who the hell are you?”
“Your- You’re Sam’s brother?” You smiled, hope filling you. “Where is he? I need to see him again.”
His jaw clenched. “You’re her?”
“Uh-” You were confused, but he nodded.
“Let’s go.” He growled out, grabbing your arm and dragging you along.
“Wait- I can barely swim- h-hang on!” You tried to get him to slow down, but he just sped up and pulled you along.
“Dean.” A man in an underwater cavern gave his head a nod. “Who have you brought me, and why?”
“Send for my father.” Dean told someone off to the side, who glanced to the man before you before swimming off. “This is her.” Dean practically shoved you. You looked up at the man before you, wondering who he was. “The human who took my brother from me.” He said it with such disgust that you glanced back at him.
“I-”
“Shut your mouth and don’t speak unless the king tells you to.” He growled at you before looking back up to the other man.
His eyes narrowed on you, taking you in. “John.” He said, without looking away from you. You turned and saw as a man, who looked similar to Sam in some ways, swam in. He eyed you before moving forward. “It seems we have found the human your youngest was smitten with, only she is no longer human.”
All eyes were on you. “Please.” You begged. “I need to see him, I- I love him.”
Dean let out a low growl, but he was cut off before he could say anything. “Go home, Dean.”
“Dad-”
“This doesn’t concern you.”
“He was my brother!” Dean screamed.
“And he was my son!” John yelled, turning to Dean. “He made his damn choice.” You could see so much pain in their faces. “I won’t lose both of you over this. Go home.”
“Why’d he have to teach her our fucking song?” Dean grumbled as he started out. “What’s so special about a fucking human, anyways?”
“He- he didn’t teach it to me.” Dean stopped and turned. “I heard it as a child, I don’t remember when, or where..”
“Not possible.” He growled.
“I swear! He heard me singing it, I sing it on the beach every morning as the sun comes up. That’s how I first saw him. I swear, he didn’t teach it to me.” You were pleading with them to believe you.
“Is it possible for a human to know our song, Crowley?” John asked, looking up to the king.
“Apparently it is.” His eyes were glued to you. “When did you first hear it, Love.”
“After my mother died.” You answered softly. “She- she drowned. I was really small, ran into the water thinking I could save her, but I couldn’t even swim yet.” You shook your head. “I don’t know when I heard it, or where.. I just- I remember waking up crying at night, and this song was running through my head. I’d softly sing it until I fell back asleep. I just assumed maybe it was something my mother had sang, or listened to..”
“Oh you poor child.” Crowley watched you.
“Dean, let’s go.” John lead Dean out.
“Oh god..” realization dawned on you. “It was sung to her as she died, wasn't it?” You looked up at the king and he nodded.
“I’m sorry. But I suppose I’m glad you both found comfort in my song.”
“Your song?”
He nodded. “I sang it as a boy, longing for my mother. A child’s longing to be loved and wanted. Comforted. Held.” He watched you take that in. “How did you turn?”
“A witch..” You answered softly. “I couldn’t live without him, so I found a way to not have to.”
“A wasted effort, I’m afraid.” You looked up, brow furrowed. “Sam is no longer among us. I’m sorry, Love.”
“W-what?”
“This witch.” He asked. “What did she look like?”
“Uh..” You felt sick, your heart ached. Sam was dead? “R-red hair. Long.” You tried to focus, tried to answer him. “Pale skin.. Heavy accent-”
“Mother.” It was half growl, half.. something else.
“Mother?” You looked up at him.
“I should have known.” He sat back against the back of the rock that had been smoothed out to look like a large chair, or throne, you guessed. “What did you give her? For this, favor.”
“A favor in return. When she asks for one.” He sighed. “He said it was his choice-”
He nodded. “Sam made up his mind.” He didn’t say more on the matter, he just thought quietly to himself.
“What do I do..?”
He took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “You will live here, among us. You’ve not much choice. We will find someone to take you in. Teach you.” You gave him a small nod.
“Can I ask something?” You looked up and he nodded. “Your mother is human, but you are not… I’ve… I’ve heard stories.”
“Of a mother throwing her son into the ocean?” He was surprised when you nodded. “It’s true.” He answered softly. “She wanted to be rid of me. No one would take me, so she found a way to be rid of me. She didn’t know I had powers of my own, though.” He gave you a soft smile. “When people threw themselves into the depths, I offered them a new life instead of the watery grave they seeked. That is how this started.” He motioned with hands. “Hundreds of years down here, living, growing. New life being born.” He smiled. “I found some of what I lacked as a child.”
“Love.” He gave you a slight nod. “I found it down here too. In him..”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are we taking her? She took Sammy!” Dean was yelling.
“Dean-”
“No!”
“Dean!” John yelled. “My decision is final.”
“This is bullshit.” Dean grumbled and swam away, leaving their home.
“I’m sorry.” John turned.
You shook your head. “I don’t blame him. I’m sorry too. Do you mind if I go for a swim?”
“Go on. Just be back by sunrise, okay?” You nodded and slowly left.
You were sitting on the rock, the one you had always sat on, and your tail splashed gently in the water. You let out a soft sigh, and began to sing. The song made sense now. It was more feeling than words, and you sang it from the heart.
Your voice carried, over the ocean, over the beach. Dean heard the song, and swam up to see. He saw you sitting there, the pain in your voice, the longing. He knew who you sang for, you sang for his brother. He closed his eyes, letting your voice melt away the anger for a moment. If what you said was true, if Sam had simply heard you singing and been drawn to you, he understood why. It was beautiful. It reminded him of when his mother had sang it when he was small.
You opened your eyes, and saw him floating not far off. When your voice stopped, he looked at you. “Please, keep singing. It’s beautiful.” He moved closer as your voice picked up again. You sang your heart out, and when you were done, when you sat there trying to stop from crying, he spoke again. “Now I see why Sammy fell in love with you.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you began to cry. Dean pulled you down off the rock and held you as the tears flowed. “I’m sorry. I just really miss my brother.”
“I’m sorry too.”
Dean took over teaching you everything he felt you needed to know. He kept you close to him, never letting you out of his sight, and John was glad to see the anger leaving his eldest son. And every night, you and Dean went to the surface, and you sang. John had followed once, wondering where you were going, and the way you sang their song almost had him tearing up.
Then one night, as you sat on your rock and sang, you suddenly heard a voice calling out to you. “Y/N!”
Turning, you saw him, running along the beach and into the water. “Sam?” Tears filed your eyes as he stumbled into the waves. “I- I thought.. Sam I thought you were dead..”
He grinned. “No, I made a deal. I couldn’t live without you so I made a deal with the king. He made me human.”
“Sam.. you shouldn’t have done that..”
He slowed down, brow furrowed. But when he got close enough, saw your tail, his eyes shot to yours. “You-”
“A witch.” You told him softly. “I couldn’t stand never seeing you again. Oh Sam..” He wrapped his arms around you, and you buried your face against his chest.
“Undo it. Come live up here with me. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“I can’t.” You shook your head. “Favor for a favor, and only the one.”
“Go to the king, talk to Crowley, he-”
“He let me believe you were dead.” You looked up at him. “Everyone did.”
“Hey baby brother.”
Sam turned towards his brothers voice. “Dean? What are you doing here?”
“I thought you were dead.” You mumbled against his chest and cried.
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Tagging : Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278 @haelyn @aubreystilinski
Pairing : Sam x Plussize!reader, Dean
Word count : 879
A/N : Re-reading ‘Who Are You’, I needed to write this. I’m just lucky I’m awake stupid early and have the time.
Addition to Who Are You.
You were in the kitchen making dinner when you heard the front door open and shut. Smiling to yourself, you waited for the screech of your toddler seeing her dad for the first time in two weeks. You heard the boot falls making their way into the house and could almost see her standing on the couch to turn and look into the hallway. She had been playing on the couch and watching Word World.
“UNCA DE!”
You flinched a bit, with a smile at how loud she was. Then it registered what she said. Uncle Dean. You only heard one pair of boots. Where was Sam? Panic started to set in as you put the knife down and washed your hands quick.
“Hey, little Princess.” You could hear his smile, then a groan of pain as she ran into him. “Careful, Uncle Dean is pretty sore today.”
“BooBoo?” You walked out just as she looked up at him with her beautiful, big round hazel eyes.
“Yeah, I got a few booboos.” He chuckled.
“I help! I make better!” She let go and ran for the bathroom. “Mama! Unca De here.” She grinned as she ran past.
He smiled as he watched her, then looked up to meet yours eyes. He could see the fear all over your face. “Dean.” You had to fight yourself to ask, scared for the worst. Especially with how Dean looked. He was cleaned up, but you could tell he had been covered in dried blood only a few hours ago, and a good portion of it had been his. “Where is he?”
“Here!” Your daughter ran back holding Doc Mcstuffins band-aids. She made Dean bend over as she put one over his eyebrow, and another on his cheek. Kissing each one better after she did.
“Best doctor ever, sweetheart. I feel fantastic now.” He smiled. “Now go watch your show, I’ll come in a minute, okay?” She nodded and ran off.
“Dean, where is Sam? Where is my husband?” You were out right terrified now. Sam hadn’t come in, Dean wasn’t answering. You were shaking, afraid you’d have to tell your small daughter Daddy wasn’t coming home. After a bit of silence, he just gave you a small smile. “This isn’t funny Dean!”
“Mama, it no nice to yell.” You heard your daughter from the living room.
He motioned behind you. You turned, and there stood Sam, arm in a sling, and a bit banged up, but he just smiled at you, roses in hand. “Happy anniversary baby.”
“You asshole!” You cried and ran to him. He groaned a bit as you held him tight. “And I swear to god, if either of you crack some joke about you being alive is my gift, I’ll make you both regret it.” Sam chuckled, his good arm going around you. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, Sam.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He kissed the top of your head.
You looked up at him. “How did you guys get so hurt?”
“That’s your husband’s fault.” Dean called out from the living room where he was now with your daughter, and you raised an eyebrow at Sam.
“I had a wife to get home to for our anniversary. Really didn’t want to miss it. I guess me being home alive is sort of a gift.” He smirked.
You nudged his ribs, and he got a look of pain as he almost doubled over. “Oh my god! Sammy, I’m so sorry!” You felt horrible and started pulling at his shirt to see how bad his ribs were. You furrowed your brow seeing nothing wrong with his ribs at all, and looked up at him. He had a shit eating grin on his face. “You asshole! You’re a liar!” You nudged his ribs again.
He laughed, pulling you back into a hug. “It’s good to be home. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Sammy.” You buried your face in his chest.
“Ammy?” You heard your daughter’s voice. “Daddy home?!”
“I’m home sweetheart!.”
“Daddy!!” You heard her feet hit the floor before pounding up the hall at top speed. He chuckled as her body slammed against his leg. “You have booboo too daddy?”
“Just on my arm, you wanna help heal it up for me?” She nodded before running off to get more band-aids and her little doctors kit.
“I hope she does grow up to be a doctor, we could use one in the family.” Dean mused from the doorway to the living room.
You smiled. “Oh, I have a gift for you, actually. You came home at the perfect time.” You moved back past Dean to pull something out of your purse and then handed it to Sam.
He unfolded the smooth paper and for a moment, his face was expressionless as he looked down. But when his eyes hit you again, there was so much love and adoration. “We’re… Another one? But..” He looked back down. “How long?”
“17 weeks, actually.”
He looked up. “You didn’t tell me?!”
You shook your head. “I was hoping to surprise you with better news.”
“What could better than this?” He grinned.
“That’s your son.” You chuckled.
Dean grinned at how Sam’s face lit up. “And the Legacy continues.”
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Request from Crowley’s : @captain-princess-rose. Can I request a Sam x reader where the reader has a size!kink and she’s really short (5 foot) and Sam likes to tease her and it leads to him finding out about her size kink and it leads to lots of smut?
A/N : Sorry this was on the list so long! I snagged it up yesterday when I got an idea, and being a tiny 5′0 girl myself, I know what it’s like to be short in a world of tall good looking men XD. I went the humor route with this one, hope you don’t mind.
You had always been interested in taller men. But when you’re 5 foot nothing, it’s not hard. Almost every man is taller. But everything over 6 foot, that’s where you were drawn to.
First, you met Dean. That had pulled you in. 6’1, good looking, and one hell of a mouth on him. But it was when you were introduced to his brother that you realized you had a size kink problem.
“Hey short stuff.” Sam grinned walking into the room. Dean just snickered drinking his coffee at the table. You were grabbing something out of the fridge when Sam came up behind you. His arm easily moved over your head with room to spare as he grabbed the juice you had been going for.
“Morning Sam.” You sighed. “How’s the weather up there.” you teased back.
“Real original.” He ruffled your hair as he walked away. You shot him a glare and ran your fingers through your hair to fix it a bit. He seemed to always be treating you like a kid sister, or at least that’s how it felt. “Hey, what did the tall person say to the short person?” He glanced at you.
You rolled your eyes. “What?”
He grinned. “Exactly. Can’t hear you whining up here.”
Dean was trying to hide his smile behind his coffee as you set your glass down on the table and grabbed the juice from Sam. “It’s not a tall person’s fault they think they’re the center of the universe. They just can’t see anyone else.” You shot Sam another look and poured.
Sam smiled. That goddamn dimpled smile that got you every time. “Hey, you’ve got to hand it to short people..” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “They can’t reach it for themselves, can they.”
Dean choked on his coffee, and you shot him a glare. “Don’t push me Dean, I’ll bite your knees off.” He cocked an eyebrow at you, but pointed to his brother.
You looked at Sam just as he started again. “Short people are pretty oppressed huh..” He had a serious look on his face.
“How so?” You looked at him confused.
“They’re always being overlooked.”
Dean looked at you, then glanced at his brother. Sam had a smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eye Dean knew well. “I’m just gonna.. get out of here before you two start fucking..” He mumbled slipping out, sure that neither of you had noticed since neither moved nor even looked at him as he left.
“What do you call a tall attractive person Sammy?”
“What?” He grinned. This was his favorite game to play with you. Teasing you, seeing how far he could push you.
Your eyes swept over him, taking him in fully. “And evolutionary miracle..” It was meant to be a dig, you both knew it. But when your eyes met his again, they had darkened. Truth was, you had always been interested in Sam, he was a fucking giant and you wanted him. Playing this game with him was your way of getting a piece of Sam, his attention. He always went for taller women in bars, someone closer to his height then you were.
He started towards you, and you moved back until your back hit the wall. His hands went to either side of you and he licked his lips “You have a size kink, don’t you.”
You smiled sweetly up at him. “I’m 5 foot nothing Sammy. My basic, natural, survival instincts tell me to find the tallest man in the room, climb him, and never fucking come down.”
He let out a deep breath through his nose, and growled with it. He had to bend his knees a bit to do it, but he pressed his lips hard against yours, your mouth opened to him when he deepened the kiss.
“Did it really take you that long to notice?” You asked when the kiss broke.
“I hoped.” He smiled. “I thought you were into Dean. I do this to you every day. Push at you and try to figure you out.”
“Next time? Just fuck me, Sam.” He groaned and kissed you hard, and desperately. “Stand.” You mumbled against his lips. He broke the kiss and stood his full height. You bit your lip, and started to lift his shirt off. He took over, chuckling and tossed it aside. “Oh Sammy…” You breathed out, taking in the sheer size of him so close. Running your fingers along the hard lines of his muscles.
He chuckled softly. “You really have a size kink.” You nodded. “Lucky for you, I’m big all over.” Your eyes shot up to his. Reaching up, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, your tongue taking control for an instant before he started to fight for dominance. You moaned as he won, pushing you hard into the wall again.
You made quick work of his belt, and jeans. Your hand leaving his neck just to push them down his thick thighs. You groaned as he flexed the muscles under your fingers.
His hands moved down your sides, and he got rid of your pants and panties, just as quick as you had his jeans. He teased your folds with two fingers, and moaned when he was met with your slick.
You let out a shaky breath breaking the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, some hair falling into his face. You moved his boxer briefs just enough to free him and whimpered when your hand wrapped around him.
“Know what I like best about you, short stuff?” You looked up and met his eyes again. “So easy to man handle.” His knees bent again, and he gripped your thighs lifting you up. You gasped, pinned between his large frame and the wall, meeting him eye to eye. Something you’ve never done before. “That’s better.” He smiled, his hips grinding him against you, as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Please, Sam.”
“Please Sam, what?” he nibbled on your ear making you whimper.
“Fuck.. Please fuck me Sammy. Let me feel just how big you are.”
He grinned and a hand moved to line himself up before before he pushed in. You bit your lip to keep from crying out as he stretched you. “You okay?” He looked almost worried.
You nodded. “More than okay. Fuck, Sam.” By the time he was fully sheathed, your nails were digging into his shoulders. “Jesus.. I feel like I’m going to split.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m going to fuck you until you come apart at the seams, little one. Ready for me yet?”
You whimpered against him for a bit longer before you nodded. “Don’t hold back Sam. You won’t break me, just fuck me.” Nipping at his skin, you couldn’t wait to have him pounding into you.
Sam pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you, letting out a low groan. Your mouth was against his neck to keep from crying out as he thrust into you over and over. One of his hands left your thigh, and cupped the back of your head, as his lips crashed into yours.
“Son of a bitch!” You heard Dean growl as he walked in to see his brothers bare ass pounding you into the wall. “I fucking eat breakfast in here man.”
Sam smiled against your lips, and you didn’t need to see it to know he was up to something. He pulled you off the wall and started towards the table.
“Don’t you fucking dare Sam.” You could hear the face Dean was shooting his brother as Sam put your ass on the table where Dean had been sitting and drinking his coffee just minutes earlier. “You’re an asshole.” Dean growled before walked away. “Fucking where I sit and drink coffee, who the fuck does that.” He mumbled as he went. “Bitch.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Big brother isn’t happy, Sammy.”
“He’ll tease us later, maybe prank me. Don’t care.” He shrugged before sucking a dark mark onto your neck with a groan. “I’m too busy enjoying how fucking tight you feel around me.” He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside.
“Make me cum Sammy, and you’ll feel how tight I can go.”
“Oh Jesus.” He groaned pulling back before slamming forward into you again. His lips trailed down your neck as you leaned back, your hand on the table, the other tangled in his hair and pulling him with you. He groaned against your skin as his lips met with your breast, and he moaned when he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Dean already knew, so there was no reason to keep quiet anymore. Your back arched with a gasp as his teeth scraped over the now hard bud. He continued to thrust into you as his mouth moved to the other, and he bit lightly over it. “Sam!”
He grinned hearing you call out his name like that. “You going to scream for me when you cum?”
“Oh fuck yes.” You whimpered, laying back on the table and letting your hands roam his body enjoying the feel of his movements under your fingers.
“Good girl.” He smiled. One of his large hands moved from your waist to your hip bone. His teeth were grazing over any bit of flesh he could reach as his thumb found your clit. “Get loud for me.”
“Oh god!” You cried out, back arching as his thumb brushed over your swollen clit.
“That’s it sweetheart. Let me hear you.”
“Oh, Oh fuck.” Your nails were digging into his biceps. “Holy shit, Sam!”
“Let me feel you come apart around me. Come on.” He nipped between your breast as he felt you start to tense around him. “That’s it baby, I’m so fucking close. Let me feel how tight you get.”
“Harder Sam.. Please.. Fuck!”
He growled against your skin, his thumb leaving your clit to grip your waist again as he started pounding into your with everything he had.
“SAM!” you screamed out, along with a string of curses and whimpers.
“Holy shit!” He groaned as you clenched down around him. “Fuck that’s tight.” His forehead was between your breasts and he kept going, fucking you through the waves of your orgasm as you shook and clung to him. Next thing you heard, was your name on his lips, not a nickname, not ‘short stuff’ or ‘little one’ but your name as he pulsed inside you and you felt his hot seed filling you.
You both stayed as you were, panting for a bit. “I think you broke me.” You teased feeling an ache from the stretching and pounding you just took.
He chuckled and pulled out. “Why did I ever wait so long to break you.”
You shrugged as he helped you sit up again. “You’re stubborn and thick headed. And maybe you just needed proof that fun things do come in small packages.” You smiled.
“Oh fuck, do they ever.”
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Pairing : Winchesters x Plussize!Reader.
Word count : 1,507
Warning : Smut. Threesome M/F/M
Request originally filled on crowleysplaythings.
Request : @sea040561. I’m making a request for a BBW reader (250lbs+) who is taken by surprised when Sam & Dean tag team her wanting to show her that she is sexy, sensual, and worth making love to. They also reveal they are in love with her and need her in their lives.
A/N : I hope you dig this, it’s what came to mind. I’m 250lbs+ myself, so there’s a touch of me in there. (The uneasiness about being on top for example.)
“Do you believe us yet?” Came Dean’s voice from behind you. His lips brushing over your shoulder.
“No..” You shook your head.
He chuckled softly. “You’re just saying that so we don’t stop. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We ain’t stopping anytime soon.” You moaned, nails digging into Sam’s shoulder underneath you.
How you managed to grab the Winchesters attention, you’d never know. Sure you took care of yourself, and dressed nice, but you were big. 260lbs big. And not exactly tall enough to stretch that weight out nicely. It sat in all the weird places, but you lived with it. You had confidence… to an extent.
You ran a hunters bar. When roadhouse burned down, hunters had nowhere to go, so you opened your doors. When Bobby Singer died, and then Garth went off the map, your services expanded to secretary.
Sober, hunters were friendly enough. Drunk, they got friendlier. The bar was how you had met Sam and Dean. It was probably why they kept coming back for years. Dean would walk in, big dumb grin on his face, and put his arm around your shoulder and ask “How’s your day going, Princess? Better now that I’m here?” just to hear you laugh. Sam would come strolling in behind him, shaking his head.
Your bar wasn’t too far from a city, and just outside of a town, so you got plenty of girls flowing in. And the occasional asshole, but they were easy enough to throw out. The girls, however, you had to ignore and deal with. The hunters loved them. Especially Dean.
You sighed, watching him walk off with one, sending you a wink as he headed into the back towards the stairs that led up to the living space upstairs from the bar. “Are you ever going to tell him?”
“Tell him what?” You looked to Sam and handed him his beer.
“That you’re interested.”
“Why would I do that? He’s obviously not.” You glanced towards the girl he was with, the kind of girl he was always with. The kind of girl you aren’t.
“We both are.” Sam said softly, his eyes focused on yours as they shifted back to him. You burst out laughing, and his soft smile faded. “What’s so funny?”
And suddenly, just like that, Dean’s attention shifted to you. They visit more often, more compliments when they did. You brushed it all off, until you couldn’t anymore. “Am I not your type or something?”
“You’re every ones type.” You told him without stopping your cleaning.
“Apparently not.. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months.”
“You had it years ago, Dean.” You moved to the next table and started to wipe it down.
“What?” He followed you. “Then why not now?”
You shrugged. “I’m not your type.”
“Why the hell would you say that?”
You finally turned, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ve seen what you walk out of here with. Trust me, I’m not that. Even a blind guy could see the difference.” You chuckled before going back to the table and moving on to the next one.
“I tried to tell her.” Came Sam’s voice from the back room door. “She laughed in my face. She doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t believe it.”
“See or believe what?” You grabbed some empty beer bottles that had been left behind and headed for the bar.
“How sexy you are.” Dean grinned.
“Oh, I know I’m sexy.” You smiled, emptying the dregs of the bottles into the sink. “I’m just not Winchester material, and I accept that.” You shrugged. “I accepted that a long ass time ago, boys.” You turned to them. “It’s no big deal. I get my share of attention when it walks in that door.” To be honest, you had been turning that away for a while now. You wanted love for a lifetime, not for a drunken night and a morning with regrets. And they knew it.
You didn’t see the look that passed between them because you turned back to the bar, but you heard Sam again. “I tried to tell her..”
You felt one of them come up behind you, when you saw the hands grip the sink on either side of you, you knew it was Dean. He was up against you, and you felt his member twitch against your lower back. “You are Winchester material, sweetheart.” his breath was hot against your ear. “Do you believe us now?”
“No.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to show her, Sammy.”
“I guess we will.” You turned your head, and saw Sam smile as Dean kissed the back of your neck.
They took their time undressing you once they had you in your bedroom upstairs. You tried to hide yourself, you didn’t want them to regret this, regret you. Sam would shake his head and kiss you softly, moving your arms away so they could continue.
Then, they worshiped your body, every inch of it. their hands, lips, they were everywhere. They barely even let you move, let alone return the favor. Your eyes closed with a soft whine and you felt them smile against you.
After they had you wriggling, and all but begging, Sam moved to the bed and motioned for you to get on him. You shook your head. “Come on.”
“Sam, I… I don’t..” You shook your head again. “I’m too big, Sam. I don’t ride. Ever.”
He leaned over, grabbing your hand and pulled you over him. You chewed your lip as you ended up straddling his lap. “You’re not too big.” He cupped your face. “Trust me.” You let your eyes close as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You moaned into it as you felt him line up, his hips starting slow.
Dean left, and came back a minute later. You felt the bed dip as he came up behind you, pushing gently between your shoulder blades so you would lean more forward as Sam laid back. You whimpered when a lubed finger started to work your ass open. And then a second had you begging.
“Do you believe us now? That you’re perfect for us?” He nosed at your shoulder blade as he lined up.
“No.”
“You will.” He answered, pushing in, and you cried out.
“I can’t…” Your forehead was on Sam’s shoulder, your arms crying out in pain. You couldn’t hold yourself up much longer.
“Relax, I’ve got you.” Sam’s hands were on your ribs, holding you where you were. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Your arms almost gave out before you went down on your forearms. Your hands going under Sam to grip his shoulders. “Better?” You nodded. His fingers dug in as he picked up his rhythm again.
Your nails dug into him, you’ve never had two men before, especially not like this. You felt like you would burst at any moment. They were going slow, and gentle, and it was driving you insane. “Please…” Your voice trailed off before you could ask for it faster, harder, anything more than this.
You had collapsed, making Sam laugh. As soon as Dean was out of the way, he had rolled you both over before pulling out. Dean had left the room again, not that you had noticed, and came back with wet wash cloths. He tossed one to Sam, and used the other to clean you up before cleaning himself.
By the time he crawled back into bed with you, you had your head on Sam’s chest, so he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. “Believe us now?” He mumbled into your hair making you chuckled.
“What am I supposed to be believing, exactly?” You yawned.
“That you’re worth more than just a drunk fuck with some lowlife hunter.” You laughed. “What?”
“Isn’t that your entire repertoire though?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at how right you were.
“Hey, I’m a badass hunter, okay?” He nuzzled into the back of your neck.
“I think what Dean was trying to say, was that you’re worthy of more. You’re worthy of love.”
“Well, when it comes along, I’ll believe it. I promise.”
Dean sighed. “She still doesn’t see it…”
“I just-”
“We love you.” You glanced up at Sam. “Why do you think we’re always here? We have a home, you know. But we come here. We love you. We’ve been waiting for you to see it. Believe it.”
“What…”
“We need you in our lives. Everyone we get to close to dies.. We wanted you alive, and safe, but.. We love you, and we need you.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Do you see it yet?”
You could see the love in Sam’s eyes as he looked down at you. You nodded. “About fucking time.” Dean rolled you away from Sam, a big grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you. “What he said.” He smiled, and you could see the love in his eyes too.
You chuckled. “Love you too, boys.”
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