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[burntsecrets]

Sweet Chaos

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1784 Summary: While staying in a cozy inn during a case, Sam surprises you with a gingerbread house kit he picked up at the local store. Warnings: Fluff, playful banter, NSFW, explicit sexual content, consensual intimacy A/N: This is for @moosekateer13 I'm your secret Santa for @spnfanficpond's Secret Santa 2024. I'm using the prompt for the @fluff-cember challenge, day 6: gingerbread house. I hope you like it!

The sound of the wind whistling outside the inn’s window pairs perfectly with the crackling of the small fireplace across the room. The case has been quiet so far—too quiet—but for tonight, you’ve managed to carve out a rare moment of peace. You’re curled up on the couch, flipping idly through an old book you picked up at the local thrift store when the sound of Sam clearing his throat pulls your attention. He stands in the doorway, his tall frame slightly hunched to accommodate the low ceiling. In his hands, he holds a brightly colored box, his dimples deepening as he grins at you.

“What’s that?” you ask, sitting up and tucking the blanket around your legs. Sam steps closer, holding up the box—a gingerbread house kit. It’s kitschy, with cartoon snowmen and candy canes decorating the front, but something about the gesture warms your chest. “Seriously? You bought that?”

Sam chuckles, setting the box on the coffee table in front of you. “I figured we could use a break. And hey, it’s festive.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “Alright, Winchester. Let’s do this.”

The table is soon transformed into a sugary battleground. The kit includes walls, a roof, frosting in a plastic bag, and an assortment of candies that look slightly questionable but smell undeniably sweet. Sam carefully arranges everything with the precision of someone who has built a thousand IKEA bookshelves while you eye the frosting like a hawk–already scheming. “Okay, we start with the base,” Sam says, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pipes a line of frosting along the edge of the cookie walls. His big hands are surprisingly steady, and you can’t help but admire his focus.

“That’s cute,” you tease, picking up your own piping bag. “But my side is going to blow yours out of the water.”

“Oh, we’re making this a competition now?” Sam raises an eyebrow, his grin growing. “I thought this was supposed to be a team effort.”

“Teamwork is overrated,” you reply, nudging his elbow just enough to make his line of frosting wobble.

“Hey!” he protests, laughing. “You’re going to regret that.”

It starts innocently enough. You’re both diligently working on your respective sides of the gingerbread house, each stealing glances at the other’s progress. Sam’s side is neat, with perfectly aligned gumdrops and a roof that could be in a magazine. Yours… well, it has personality. “Why do you have all the gumdrops?” you ask, narrowing your eyes as Sam sneaks yet another piece of candy onto his side.

“Because I got here first,” he says, popping one into his mouth for good measure.

“That’s cheating,” you declare, grabbing the frosting bag and aiming it at him. Without thinking, you swipe a dollop of frosting across the bridge of his nose. The look of pure shock on his face makes you burst out laughing.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” Sam warns, his voice low and teasing. Before you can react, he dips his finger into the frosting and smears it across your cheek. You gasp, feigning outrage as you grab a handful of flour from the nearby bowl and toss it at him. It’s chaos after that—frosting, flour, and candy flying in every direction. Sam’s laugh is loud and carefree, the kind of sound you don’t hear often enough from him, and it fills the small room like sunlight.

By the time the battle subsides, the table is a disaster. Flour dusts the air, and bits of candy stick to your fingers. The gingerbread house stands in the center, a wobbly, candy-laden masterpiece that looks like it barely survived a storm. You’re both out of breath, sitting side by side on the couch and surveying the mess. “Well,” you say, brushing a streak of frosting from your arm. “It’s not winning any awards, but it’s ours.”

Sam leans forward, inspecting the lopsided roof with a critical eye. “It’s got character,” he agrees, his voice soft. You glance at him, your heart skipping a beat, when you notice the frosting still smeared on his nose. Without thinking, you reach out and wipe it away with your thumb. His green eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly quiet.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Before you can respond, he leans in, closing the space between you. His lips are warm and soft against yours, the kiss slow and sweet, like the moment itself. When he pulls back, his hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray bit of flour.

The air between you shifts, charged with something deeper, something you’ve both been skirting around for weeks. His eyes darken, flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he admits, his voice husky.

Your breath hitches, and before you can think, you’re tugging him closer, kissing him with a fervor that surprises even you. His hands find your waist, pulling you onto his lap as the kiss deepens, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and he groans softly against your mouth, the sound making your pulse race.

Sam’s hands slide under your sweater, his touch warm against your skin as he trails his fingers up your back. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips moving to your neck, kissing and nibbling along your jawline until you’re squirming in his lap.

You tug at his flannel shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to reveal the toned muscles underneath. He’s breathtaking, all broad shoulders and lean strength, and the way he’s looking at you makes your knees weak. “Sam,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as he shifts, laying you down on the couch and settling between your thighs.

He pauses, his hand cupping your cheek as he searches your eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice gentle despite the tension in his body.

“Yes,” you breathe, pulling him down for another kiss.

Sam’s lips trail fire down your neck as his hands caress your sides, the warmth of his touch chasing away every thought but him. He shifts his weight, pressing his body against yours, and the heat of him sears through your clothes. Your hands slide over the planes of his shoulders, gripping him as his mouth moves lower, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

The soft glow of the fire bathes the room in flickering light, casting shadows across Sam’s face as he pulls back to look at you. His hair falls slightly into his eyes, his lips swollen, and his chest heaving. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “I don’t think I can take my time with you.”

Your fingers skim over his jaw, your thumb tracing the edge of his lips. “Who says I want you to?” you tease, your voice breathy. The words light a spark in him, and he leans down, claiming your lips with renewed intensity.

In one fluid motion, he sits back, lifting you into his arms as though you weigh nothing. You let out a soft laugh of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles over you. The tension between you hums like a live wire, the weight of his body grounding you in the moment.

His hands are sure as they slide beneath your sweater, pushing it up and over your head. You shiver as the cool air brushes your skin, but Sam’s touch is quick to warm you. He leans down, his lips brushing across your shoulder, then lower, kissing along the curve of your breast. Your back arches as his hands explore, every touch sending sparks skittering down your spine.

You tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Your hands roam over his chest, marveling at the heat and strength of him, the way his muscles flex beneath your touch. Sam groans softly as your fingers trace the lines of his abdomen, his hips pressing against yours in response.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours again. His kiss is fierce, all-consuming, and you lose yourself in the sensation of him. His hands trail down your sides, hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging them down. You help him, shimmying out of them as he follows with his own, leaving you both bare and vulnerable in the firelight.

Sam pauses, his gaze raking over you as though committing every detail to memory. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice reverent. His words make your heart flutter, but there’s no time to dwell on them as he leans down, his lips brushing over your ear. “Let me show you.”

What follows is a blur of sensation—his lips and hands exploring every inch of you, the way he whispers your name like a prayer, the way his body moves with yours in perfect rhythm. The fire crackles in the hearth, the snow falls softly outside, and the world narrows to the heat between you, the way he makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters.

Time seems to stand still as you reach the peak together, his name spilling from your lips as he groans yours into your neck. He holds you close, his body trembling slightly as the moment washes over you both. The room is silent except for the sound of your breathing, the fire casting a warm glow over the two of you.

Sam rolls onto his side, pulling you into his arms. His hand brushes your hair back from your face, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I think we make a damn good team,” he murmurs, his voice low and content.

You smile, resting your head against his chest. “Only when you don’t steal all the gumdrops,” you reply, your tone teasing but affectionate.

He chuckles, his laugh rumbling against your cheek. “Fair enough. Next time, I’ll share.” His arms tighten around you, and you let yourself relax into his embrace, the warmth of him and the fire lulling you into a blissful haze.

The snow continues to fall outside, blanketing the world in quiet, but inside the inn, the earlier chaos has given way to something softer, deeper, and undeniably real. For now, the case and the danger can wait. Tonight, it’s just you and Sam, and that’s more than enough.

[harleyliloquin88]

Not Strong Enough [Part 2]

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: You loved dean. He was your everything. You follow him anywhere but what happends when the hunter tells you what you always wanted to hear.

Tagged list @holylulusworld @katymacsupernatural @hauntedartqueen @ltsaradharkness @deanwanddamons @donnaintx @sandle44

Warning: tear jerker/ fluffy/ some flirting/ some angst/

Fyi : i gotta carried away plus im not sure if it okay give me so reviews comment reblogg do what you do thanks

Hours had passed since dean left your hotel room sitting on the floor holding yourself. You knew in your heart he wasnt good for you but you didnt care he was the one man who held you when you were scared made you laugh when you needed it.

Tears flowing your heart beating so fast it was ready to pop out. Tears blurrying your vision you cloudnt help it. You were slowly falling asleep soon everything went dark.

Few hours later your eyes slowly started to open. As they opened you wonder what happened. You find your self in a warm bed.

"What the hell" you wonder to yourself. You look over to your left and your mouth opens wide. Its none other then dean laying next to you. You slowly start to move when you miss a step and a loud thud happends. Dean wakes up in a instant and points his gun at you. Seening you stare at him putting the gun and sighs laying back in bed rubbing his hand down his face.

"Hey sweetheart told you i would be back' he says flashing that smile that almost knocks the wind outta you.

"I saw you fell asleep on the floor when i came back so i though i be nice and put you in bed. He says smiling at you.

"I promise i was a good boy" he says winking at you.

You smile at him and returning to the bed. You look up at him as his green apple eyes sparkle.

You knew you wanted him right there and then. He was the man that made you feel dangerous and free. You couldnt resist his smile. Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear the veins in your body moving.

"Soooooo' he says clicking his tounge. You smile at him. Dean moves closer to you. You can feel the heat rise in your body. As he moves inches from you.

'Princess" he says. You close your eye tighly. You remember the name he gave you when you first met. It was a vampire hunt. You were the last survivor of your family. When dean found you all your clothes were soaked in blood. Tears in your eyes. You werent moving just a blank stare. It broke his heart to see you like this. He promised to help you slowly come out of your shell. He moved you into the bunker cleaned you up. Everynight he would talk to you and ask if you were okay all he got was blank stares and nothing. Slowly but surely you came out it.

Dean moves his left hand up to your cheek rubbing his thumb along your swollen lip. Feeling the sensation heat raiditing through your body. Closing your eyes trying your best not to fall for his charm like you did.

"Princess please talk to me" you look him straight in the eyes tears pouring your face. Staring at his lips. You move closer but push him away.

[Y/n) whats wrong" he says looking at you hurt.

'Dean i cant do this with you again i cant" you say tears streaming down your face.

'Do what" he says looking at you.

'We keep playing this game dean and i cant anymore' you say practical yelling at him.

"Princess you knew the deal when i needed someone you would do anything for me" he says getting up and putting his shirt on.

'Well excuse me i am not just someone you can dip and dash dean" you scream at him.

"Well you should have though about that before you came into my bed that one night. He says yelling at you.

"So me being scared that night was an invite to lets be sex partners.

"You know what im leaving you will never change dean" you say grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

Before you make it dean grabs your wrist and pins you to the motel wall. You look up at him to see angry pain sadness in his eye. You try to push him off only to have him push more weight.

'DEAN LET ME GO" you screaming smacking him and hitting him and he just stares and you and holds your grip and looks at you.

"NO' HE says. In a spilt second he went from pinning you to the wall to holding you tight. You werent sure what was going. You can feel the hug getting tighter. In a sense you could feel dean was scared to let go because if he did you disapear. You and dean held eachother close for about 10 mins. You were about to say something when.

Dean pulls you away from the hug looking up you see tears forming in his eyes. He smiles at you. Placing his fore head against yours his breath hitching.

"I cant let you go princess" he says smiling and crying. Moving his hand up your cheek.

"If i let you go baby i dont think i will be able to breath again" he says holding your face in his.

"Princess i know im not the best at these things and i am not even sure what this feels" dean says wiping away your tears.

'Dean" you say.

He walks over to the bed. He sits on the king size bed. Rubbing his nose. Clicking his tounge.

"Princess before i met you nothing made sense. Living this life is not something any one should have. He says shaking his head.

Walking over to him you sit beside him you can see the pain and heartache. It was so hard see ning the man you love so broken bruised and trying to keep it together.

"For the longest time it was sam and me kid. He says looking up at you.

"Then that night when i saw you scared and bloody i promised myself that i wouldnt let anything else happen to you. He says sniffling.

"Dean" you say placing your hand in his as he holds it and places a kiss.

"When you came into my bed that night was when i knew i fell in love with you. He says looking down at the floor.

"I knew i loved you [y/n] but knowing my life style and having you was my weakness" he says

"Baby i couldnt let anything hurt you because if i lost you i knew a part of me would never be whole"

"Princess you are my home and my world you are what drives away the evil. He says smiling at you.

you move closer to him. His face against yours moving his hand up against your face. He smiles at you.

''Is it okay if i kiss you' he says running his thumb along your lip. You nod at him.

Inches away from each other feeling the heat between you both. Soon you feel his lip against yours. You both break apart.

"You still got it baby" he says winking at you.

The end or is it i may turn this into a series not sure yet. But i have more tear jerker angst on its way so look out for that sam cas not sure yet

[supernaturaloneshot]

I’m Sorry

Y'all I am so sorry that I have not posted in SOOOOO long! but here's to making it up to y'all!

Would you do you one where the reader is Dean's daughter and she really wants to hunt but Dean won't let her so she sneaks off, steals the Impala and hunts by herself, she is able to kill it but she ends up seriously injured and The boys (including Cas.) have to save her.

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“Y/N you can’t go and that’s final,” your father shouted out at you as you stood there with your arms crossed. All you wanted to do was join your dad and uncle on a hunting trip that they were going on. You trained for months and knew what you were doing. You were ready to start hunting.

“But dad,”

“No buts! It’s too dangerous for you out there! You know what is out there. I don’t want you getting hurt!”

“I’m not a child anymore, dad! I’m old enough and I’ve trained really hard for this!”

“What I said is final! You are not going,” he shouted.

“Ugh!” You stomped your foot down and walked to your room.

“Don’t take that tone of voice with me! Y/n! Get back here!”

“No! I hate you,” you shouted back as you walked in your room and slammed your door.

You started pacing around your room, angrily. All you wanted to do was go on an actual hunting trip and your dad was not about to stop you. You grabbed your duffle bag that was stuffed in the top of your closet and started packing your bag full of clothes. You grabbed your boots and dress shoes, stuffing it all in your duffle bag.

There was a case just outside of Kansas, in Nebraska, of two young girls who went missing at Platte River State Park while on a hiking trip. Both girls were around your age. The first one, Natalie, was sixteen, while the second one, Rebecca, was eighteen. It didn’t seem like our kind of case, until one girl who did survive, said she was a tall black figure standing on just two legs. It sounded like a wendigo to uncle Sammy, and you thought so as well.

You sat your duffle outside of your room and peeked around the corner to see if your dad left the study yet. Sure enough, Uncle Sam, Cas and your dad were in the kitchen fixing dinner and talking. You saw the keys to the impala on the table in the study and quickly grabbed them. You went back and grabbed your duffle and stuck out to the garage and tossed your duffle in the backseat and jumped in the driver seat. Your dad never let you drive the impala. He always said that was his baby. He let you drive the other cars in the garage but not his baby. It always seemed like he loved the car more than you. You cranked up the impala and listened to it purr. You shifted it into drive as soon as you saw your dad run through the garage door.

“Hey!” you hear his shout before you floured it and took off out the garage.

You had no doubt in your mind they were going to try and follow you, so you sped as fast as you can to get out of Kanas. Your phone started immediately buzzing. You grabbed it seeing your dad calling and ignored it, turning it completely off.

The drive wasn’t as long as you thought. It only took you about three hours to get there. You pulled into the parking lot, and grabbed your bag. Looks like you were going hiking to find these girls. You got out and opened the secret compartment in the truck where your dad stored all his weapons. You grabbed your dad’s favorite handgun along with the flamethrower.

The park was a beautiful place to hike at. You could see why the wendigo would pick this spot. There was a lot of traffic through this area because how beautiful the scenery was. As soon as you started your hike, you immediately saw the missing posters stapled to some of the trees. All you could hope for was to find these girls alive.

It had been about three hours since you started hiking and you found nothing yet. You leaned up against a tree to relax for a second and take a couple sips of water. Suddenly there was a ruffle in the bushes behind you. You quickly spun around and aimed your gun towards the bushes. All of the sudden, the figure moved to the bushes on the other side of you. You spun around again, still aiming the gun towards the woods.

You spun around again, losing track of where it had moved to again. You went to move again, but the wendigo ran up to you and scratched you in your abdomen. You fell over in pain and dropped your gun. The wendigo grabbed you by your feet and started dragging you fast through the woods. Luckily, you had your duffle wrapped around you, where your flamethrower was in. You quickly reached in your bag and grabbed it and got it ready as the wendigo came up to his lair. You cut it on and pointed it towards the wendigo and fired. Immediately the wendigo let you go and you were able to sit up enough to burn the creature to hell.

The wendigo stood there screaming out in pain till it died. You went to stand up, but immediately fell over from the pain. You hadn’t realized how deep the cut on your abdomen was or the other cuts on your arms and legs. You laid there in pain, knowing this was it, that you should’ve listened to your dad. This job is dangerous. Your only regret though, was the last thing you said to your dad. That you hated him. Even though you knew damn well you did not hate him. That’s when everything when dark.

When you came to, you saw your dad and Cas hovering over you. All of a sudden, you saw a bright white light, and you knew what was happening. Cas was trying to heal you.

“Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me,” your dad asked trying to make sure you were okay.

“Dad?” You sat up, holding your stomach. “Dad, I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I didn’t mean what I said. I don’t hate you.”

“I know baby girl. I know,” he said holding you close to him.

“Guys! I found something,” you heard your Uncle Sam say as he was walking towards you with the two missing girls.

“Oh thank god. Are they okay,” you questioned.

“They are banged up pretty bad, but they will survive. Thanks to you.”

You smiled slightly and looked up to your dad. “I love you. Thank you for teaching me so well.”

“I love you too, baby girl.”

[seengularity]

The Dream

Pairing: Dean x reader

Summary: Weird dreams happen to everyone so it isn’t very uncommon that you had one as well.

Word Count: 1,286

Warnings: some fluff

A/N: this is my first challenge ever! I wrote this for @kas-not-cas Kas’ 2.5K Dialogue Prompt Challenge. I was actually happy with the way this one turned out. The prompt is highlighted in bold within the story.

  There you were, in the middle of the forest, the moon being the only light you had. It smelled of wet trees and dirt and you were running, but you couldn’t remember what you were running from. Your breathing was harsh and you felt like one of your lungs might collapse. Whatever it was, your mind kept telling you to run.

You’ve never seen this forest before but somehow you knew your way around it. “I’m almost there”, you thought to yourself. But exactly where is there?

You continued running, realizing now that you were barefoot because of all the twigs and rocks digging into your skin as you ran across the dirt. The same words kept running through your mind.

I’m almost there.

I’m almost there.

And suddenly, you were there. The forest ended and you reached a two way road. The moon was no longer in the sky but now the sun was radiating it’s heat onto you. This is where you were trying to get to. You stopped running and began walking down the road. Once again, you somehow knew which way to go. No more than five minutes later, lights began appearing down the road indicating that the city was down that way.

You began to run again.

You reached the city and so many people were out and walking about in the streets. You turned around and seen a banner across the road saying “New Orleans Mardi Gras February 13th”.

“New Orleans!?” You yelled to yourself, causing a few people to stare at you.

A great crowd of people were walking down the street but you began walking the opposite way.

“Can you help me?” You asked, but what did you need help with?

Everything was so confusing to you but at the same time, everything made sense and you continued to move.

You continued walking and a man ran up to your face.

“MARDI GRAS! WOO!” He yelled. He had his face painted red and was wearing a blue afro wig. Not to mention he was wearing no other clothing other than blue crocs and his boxer underwear.

You backed up, the man continuing to yell in your face. You put your face in your hands and continued to back up until something made you trip in your step. You swung your arms around to try to catch your balance, but you fell. But you didn’t fall on concrete.

Instead, you fell on top of a bed. The sheets covered your body and the smell was familiar, but you couldn’t pin point exactly where the smell was from.

You looked around, a room you’ve never seen before. You sat up and slowly lifted the bed sheets off of your body and noticed a big diamond ring on your left hand. You sat back and brought your hand up closer to your face, and examined the beautiful ring.

“It’s almost as beautiful as you are.” A deep voice said from the side of the room. You looked away from your hand and toward the voice to see Dean walking out of the bathroom with a towel barely hanging around his hips.

You didn’t respond and he just laughed. “Almost.” He smiled and winked at you and walked around the bed and into a walk in closet.

This day was becoming more weird every second. You got up and quickly walked to the bathroom. You accidently slammed the door behind you and you made sure to lock the door. There was a window across the bathroom, next to the toilet, and you stepped on the seat to take a look outside. Day turned to night, and everything suddenly seemed so unreal.

You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale, slowly exhaling to calm yourself. When you opened your eyes, you caught a glance of the way you looked in the mirror.

You gasped at the sight. It was you, but then it wasn’t. You looked physically fit and amazingly healthy. Your skin looked as if it had been sun kissed and your hair was so beautiful. You ran your fingers through your hair, and the softness made everything seem real.

You heard footsteps outside the bathroom door and decided to step out. You opened the door and peeked out, seeing Dean fixing the bed.

You walked slowly on the balls of your feet, worried that if you did some weird move, you’ll end up somewhere else across the country.

“Hey Y/N, are you okay?” Dean asked, his words drenched in worry.

You nodded your head. “I think so.” You continued to look around the big bedroom, admiring the walls that were filled with pictures and paintings and looking at the great chandelier hanging above the bed. “Are we married?”

Dean laughed and walked up to you. He grabbed you and brought you into his arms and ran his fingers through your soft hair. “Yes. Have been for three years now. You sure you’re feeling alright?”

You stepped back, out of Dean’s arms, and shook your head ‘no’.

“Okay, you need some rest. You had a long and hard day today.”

Dean grabbed your hand and helped you get back in bed. He lifted up the bed sheets and when you got in, he tucked the sheets right under your body, making you feel secure.

He gently kissed your head and walked away to the other side of the bed. He got under the sheets with you and turned to shut the bed lamp off. The bedroom turned dark, except for the bright moon that was shining into the bedroom.

“Come here.” Dean said.

You quickly moved towards him, excited to cuddle with him. He turned you away from him and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smelled like soap and aftershave, a smell that you always thought was a great combination on him.

You felt him snuggle into your hair and heard him take a deep breath.

“I love you.” He said and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

“And then we went to sleep and I woke up! It was honestly the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” You tried to tell Dean your dream to the best of your abilities. It was one of those dreams where it was really difficult to explain every detail.

About a month ago you promised yourself you wouldn’t eat late at night, because that is what gives you the weird dreams. But last night you made some bomb dinner for yourself, Dean and Sam, and you just had to have seconds.

Dean suddenly said, louder than usual, “Oh my God, I had the exact same dream!”

“Really?” You asked. You thought it was unusual for you and Dean to have the same dream.

“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t.”

You shoved Dean to the side and rolled your eyes at him. He’s always messing with you and he used to make fun of all the weird dreams you used to have.

“Although, I did like that last part of your dream.” He winked at you.

You blushed as he winked. He knew the way he made you feel, but yet he loved to give you those butterflies in your stomach and he loved to see your pale cheeks turn pink from embarrassment.

“Quit flirting and start researching!” Sam said from across the table that the three of you were sitting at.

You and Dean quickly averted your gazes to the books you both were reading and all Sam did was laugh, because he knew more than you and Dean. He stands on the sidelines and can see how much Dean really loves you. He can see how much you really love Dean. The only thing Sam can do is wait and see how long it takes before the two of you find out.

Forever tags: @senselesssamii

[harleyliloquin88]

Memories

Memories ( Dean x Reader)

Warning:/sadness/ heartache/ heartbreak/ tension/ depression/ pain

FYI I wrote this while I was watching the notebook lol

Hey guys sorry its been a while since i wrote, took  a year off and needed to get some ideas and was reading others work and it helped me to do better writing and put more of me in writing so , sorry its so long was just really was in the mood. 

Summary: Dean and you broke up many months ago You both decide it was best after everything that went on, but one night changed for the two of you.

Tagged list @deanwanddamons @holylulusworld @marvelfansworld @donnaintx @katymacsupernatural @myinconnelly1 @amanda-teaches​@nikki082489​ @flamencodiva

let me know what you think and reviews and thanks so much​

(Dean pov)

She was my everything. O client ask for a better girl. It was like that one movie she made me watch. Beauty and the beast. That movie was one of her favorites. I didn't understand why she told me it was our love story. Pssshhh me And love stories ha.

I didn't understand what she meant by it but later I knew what she was telling me. The beast was a mean person who was cursed and didn't have many friends or family. Until one day belle showed up and taught him how to live and learn to love again. I could see why she called me the beast. She was my belle. No matter where she was she always call me her beast and I would call her my belle.

Walking to to old bedroom we use to sleep in together. I turn on the light. So empty and quiet her stuff is gone and the room feels cold and lifeless. Sighing to myself I lay down on the bed. Placing my head on the pillow. The sweet smell still lingers on the pillows. That sweet scented lavender honey mixture she loved. Closing my eyes for a few seconds it feels like she still here.

Few hours later I slowly wale up. Sam wasn't home yet so I decided to get dinner ready. As I started getting out of bed I noticed something odd. The book shelf that was near my bed had some kinda of box.

I reached over to the side pulling it towards me. Taking into my hands. I notice it had belong to (y/n). It wasn't just any box it was one of those chinese boxes she tried to get me interested in(fyi my dad has these when I was kind I loved them so much )

Trying for about ten minutes I was about to give up when I slid one more piece and it popped right open. Placing the box down on the bed I remove the two items from the box .

As I remove the items from the box I find a picture and a letter. i Uncrumpled the picture. It was from when me and (y/n) met for the first time. She was so beautiful and she was so perfect, Moving my finger across the picture. My eyes start to well up. Sniffing a little bit, As I put the picture down I find a note. Opening the note.

August 12. 2013

Dear, Dean

I have had to write this note about 100 times, im not even sure how I am gonna give this to you or maybe send it, ummm. Dean there is so much I wanna tell you but I am not sure how the words can come out. Dean I know life hasnt been easy for you and sam. I know you try to play this tough guy but i know deep down your afraid but its okay. Its okay to someone in. I know i know i have my own issues that i have to slove but Hey we are a team.

He laughs a bit. Runnin his finger down the letter. Few droplets start falling on his face. He finishes reading.

'Dean i hope you know that no matter what happends in life or even in choas times you will always be my beast and i will always be your Belle.

I love you dean more then you know.

Love (y/n)

Dean rubs his hand over his face sighs to himself and sets the paper down. Looking one more time at the picture. Something clicks in his head. He grabs his keys and heads out to find you and tell you he needs you.

Driving for a few hours i decided to stop a motel. I called sam letting him know i was okay. He gave me information on (y/n) .i needed to see her .

Putting my key into the lock of my room. Opening up the room had a very errie look to it. Walls painted like a yellow vomit with a few chipped paint. Walking in i set my bag down on the bed.a part of me wanted to just say fuck it and go back home she wouldnt wanna talk to me.. what could i say to her. A millon thoughts running in my head. I decided to just relax and try to call her. Making my way to thw bathroom when my phone lit up.i grab my phone before i could answer it was (y/n) number lighting up. I quickly answered it.

'(Y/n) i said with a hushed whispear

'dean' she says with a quite sleepy voice.

'Umm hi" i can hear the nervous way of her talking.

'Where are you' she ask me.

'Im in georgia just needed sometime and a vacation"

''IS sam with you'

'Nope just me'

I could hear the nervouseness in her voice. My thoughs were running a millon times fast. I could hear the movement of.my heart muscles beatting so fast it was like it was gonna fault out. For a few minutes there was nothing but silence.

'Is everything alright are you okay? Do you need me to come-

"No sam okay everything fine" i say with a bit of a laugh.

"I just needed time to think and gwt my thoughts in order. I say scratching under my chin.

“Hmmm dean Winchester traveling without his brother  wow sounds very serious” you say with a small chuckle .

'I got the letter you wrote me on the first night we met' i say breathing slowly,

I hear a small laugh on the other end.

'Oh that letter yeah i meant to give it to you but i guess i never did. I rewrote that letter like over a thousand times. It was when i wanted to tell you instead of face 

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better 

I close my eyes and listen to her soothing voice

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

a tear drop falls from my eye, Trying my best to stay strong and not given in, I remember that song, I would sing it  to her when she was sad or when she needed a friend. My heart started to beat more and more it, I was scared it was gonna fall out of my body.

And anytime you feel the pain

Hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool

Who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Na-na-na, na, na

Na-na-na, na

“Dean” You say as tears fall down your face, Trying you best not to break down in front of him. you breath in then out,

“Yes baby” I say 

“I miss you” You say trying bot to breakdown and wantng him to come find you and just hold you until you feel whole again.

“what happened between us (y/n)” We use to talk about everything and anything and even when we couldn't  talk we just be there. Dean says breathing softly.

“i think we just stop fighting for each other and just didn't care anymore “ You sit down at the kitchen table,

“i  think everything changed once you went to hell and you became a different person it was like no matter how hard i fought myself to stay with you in the end i just couldn't do it anymore  Breathing and sighing a bit,

I swallow a huge lump in throat.tears falling down my face and brushing them away with my face.

“(y/n) Im so sorry i should have never put you through what i did. i wasn't even thinking of your safety or was thinking about you. Dean says rubbing his neck.

“Dean it wasn't your fault you had so much going on and you had to do what was best for you” 

“MY JOB WAS TO BE THERE FOR YOU KEEP YOU SAFE KEEP YOU OUTTA HARMS WAY .  Dean says crying.

“Dean” You say with a whispear.

“ Never In a million years did i think having this life would make things seem less crazy but the one thing in my life that was normal and happiness was you”

“after we broke up nothing felt right everything just seemed like i was living in a nightmare and i didn't wanna  wake up” Dean says pulling out a tiny small box with gold writing.

“No matter how many bars i went or drinks i had i cloud not stop  thinking about you” A part of me wanted to find you and bring you back here and try again.” but i knew I cloud not  be that guy i once way. 

“Hell changed me in a way i cant explain so many things so many emotion. so much horrible things i cant even put into words princess” Dean says shaking his head and tears falling down  his face.

you can feel the pain in deans voice, you can hear him crying and trying his best to stay so long. You knew he had been struggling and you knew he wasn't the same. A part of you blamed yourself for why you and dean fell apart, Hearing the man you love trying this best not to fall to pieces you cant help but feel your heart ripping into two.

"baby I need to know one thing and please tell me' you can hear the pain and sadness in his voice.

"what dean" you say with a hush of your voice.

"I need to see you. I need to feel you with me. All I wanna do is hold you in my arms just hear the you laugh .

"dean" you know you needed dean touch you needed to see him so bad but you didn't know if you let him back in would you go back to normal or would you try to fix it.

"dean" you sigh closing your eyes and breathing deeply.

"I ___ phone goes dead'(y/n(yn)

Dean throws the phone on the bed

"dean dean" she about to call him back when she looks up to see the one man she fears.

"hello(y/n) we meet again soon everything goes black.

"put her in the car come on boys we have a play date"

What do you guys think I may make a second one not sure. I know this isn't my best but I'll be working more on my writting so bye ;)

[harleyliloquin88]

A Forbidden Love

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warning; Angt/ Lust/ Passion/ stalking/ bloodsucking/ tension/ jealousy/ flirting.

I know I did write one before but wasn't feeling it and hated it so im rewriting it

Tagged list @donnaintx @amanda-teaches @sourwolf-sterek32 @myinconnelly1 @marvelfansworld @twdeadfanfic

(Dean Pov)

"I knew it was wrong but yet something about her wanted me to know more about her. There was a reason why I needed her. To me she was the most beautiful human being ever. The sight of her made me feel things I though I lost years ago. She was the radiant. The way her hair fell on her face so perfect in every way. The way her eyes would light up under the pale moon sky. She was beautiful to me and the most fragile thing I ever saw. I knew I should stay away from but I couldn't.

Sitting on a park bench writing in your journal and looking over the tiny bridge where you see too couple kissing and laughing. You smile to yourself. Seeing couples did make you sad at times but made your heart hurt. You did want to have someone but the dating department wasn't your strongest.

Sighing to yourself you close your journal and start walking home. Getting off the bench you take one last look. Watching the leaves change color. The Autumn smell tickling your nose. The tiny breeze running thought your body. Walking slowly enjoying the weather. With out looking you bump into someone. You drop your bag and your journal on the floor. Before you can bend down someone picks your journal up. You look straight at him. Your mouth and body freeze. He was beautiful. Tan skin. Blonde spikey hair the way his face was shaped so muscular and sharp. What caught you off guard was those eyes. Those apple green eyes. You could spend hours looking into them. As you both looked into each others.

"I'm so sorry sometimes I get caught up in things I forget where im going" you said brushing your hair to the other side. He smile at you. He handed you back your journal.

'Its okay" he says smiling at her

(Dean pov)

"She was beautiful and pure. Something about her made me wanna be around her. The way she carried herself. Her scent was something I never expected. I couldn't put my finger on it. I had these feeling in my heart which is something I had never felt. The way she looked. Her beautiful long hair( or short) hair blowing in the wind. Her ( eye color) told me something about her. I can see sadness and pain.

"My name(y/n). You say smiling at the handsome stranger.

"Dean Dean Winchester " he says smiling at her.

Five years later.

Dean sitting in this library office hunched over looking through his father old books and papers. A bottle of whiskey sitting in the middle of the table. Few candles around him for light. Looking through his dad files he sees a picture of a girl she looks familiar but he can't remember. Pouring a glass of whiskey. He grabs the glass taking a sip. Feeling the warm amber burning this thoart. He smikes to himself thinking about (y/n) the one girl who changed his heart forever. He cares for her only. He knows he hast to start away from her. He can not let let his secret out.

Laying on your bed looking up at the ceiling. Listening to your iPod. You smile to yourself for the past five years you have been thinking about that one gorgeous man you met five years ago. You can't stop thinking about him. He was beautiful it was like looking at a Greek God. Laying on your side you remember those eyes. Those green eyes. How could you not remember those eyes and his beautiful smile. Laying there in the dark. Slowly letting your eyes drop and soon fall into a deep sleep.

Waking up you find yourself in a place you never have seen before. Hearing birds chirping. Cloudy rain weather. Small raindrops dripping on you. Stretching you get up slowly. You look around you are in a forest. Looking down at your self. You are in light blue long sweetheart dress. Covering every curve of your body. A little coat around you. You hear your name being called. Walking down the tiny path. Feeling the little drops of rain hit the trees. Grabbing your coat tighter.

Walking along the tiny bridge things start to change before your eyes. The raindrops begin to disappear your clothes become drier. The sun being to break through. The tress that were once bare become full of color. The grass becomes greener. Flowers start to bloom.

Walking you see someone standing there. He was a young man about six foot. His back to me. You walk up to him before her even turns around.

"Hello(y/n) he says waving his hand to. You walk closer to. He turns around to you. Smiling waving his hand a red rose appears in front of you. You look at him taking a little tiny rose.

"Dean" you say looking at him. He smiles at you. You forgot how handsome and beautiful he was. The way his hair was slicked back his strong facial feature. Those gorgeous green eyes.

"Hello beatiuful" he says cupping your cheek. Closing your eyes so a second smelling his scent. Whiskey gun powered and must. His thumb tracing along your lips. Opening your eyes you see those green eyes looking right into yours.

"Where am I " you ask. He drops his hand against his side. Sighing and look away from you. He looks out at the open lake.

"This is the only place we can meet' he say.

"What do you mean" you say walking close to him. He sighs to himself

"Do you remember that day you and I met' he says stretches his neck

You smile and look at him

"Yes I do it was one of my best night" you say smiling and holding the rose he gave you.

"Well for the past five years I been thinking about you and want to learn more about you" he says giving out his hand for you and he pulls you close. Looks into your eyes. Slowly making his way to your lips. You can feel the heat of his mouth against yours. Looking at those pink pump lips. Slowly feeling him about to kiss your alarm goes off.

Shooting out of bed fast you see your alarm beep. Breathing deeply laying back down at the ceiling. Covering your face. You feel something soft against you. Moving your hands around the bed. You feel a soft and silky item. Moving your and hand over the covers. You find a red rose.

You think to yourself was it a dream or did it happen. Putting the red rose on your night stand. Stretching you get the covers off you. Putting your feet on the floor you see leaves and others coming outta your cover. You stretch your head. "It was a dream was it' you say thinking to yourself.

What do you think I may do a part 2 but not sure

[supernaturaloneshot]

Flash/Arrow/Supernatural Crossover

**I thought this would be a great idea, so I thought I would write it. This will include spoilers from season 13 of supernatural, sooo if you are not caught up, or don't want it spoiled, you may want to wait and read this. -Jamie **

It had been weeks since Mary Winchester had been missing along with Jack in the other dimension. Sam and Dean had been trying everything they could to figure out how to get to them. From what they could find, it took a spell that they found in the demon tablet. Cas was working on trying to get all the ingredients together and ready to do the spell.

"Dean, what if the spell doesn't work. What are we going to do then," Sam said as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed the scruff on his face.

"It's going to work, Sammy. Have a little faith," Dean said as he rolled his eyes and got up.

Dean went to go towards his room, when everything started shaking. He gripped on the table that was near him, and looked around. "Sam!"

Sam started walking to where Dean was. He gripping on the door frame. "Dean! Is this-"

"An earthquake? We don't get earthquakes! We get fricken' tornados!"

When the shaking finally stopped, Sam and Dean stood up straight and looked at each other, before walking outside of the bunker. When they opened the door, there was a light blue light that seemed to be surrounded by water.

Dean looked at Sam and shrugged his shoulders. "Lets check it out." Dean said as he jumped into it.

"Dean!" Sam said as he hesitated to follow his brother, but did so anyways. When Sam's feet landed on the ground, he looked over to Dean, "Dean! You can't just jump into strange things like that!"

Dean stood there looking around, not familiar to where he was. "What is this? Is this like another dimension?"

"I think it is," Sam said as he turned around and the portal had closed. Behind it was a sign to Starling City.

The night sky was lit up with the lights of the city. Dean went over to one of the cars that was parked on the side of the street. He wasn't so happy Baby wasn't here, but he had to do something. Dean unlocked the car, and got inside and started hot wiring the car. Sam came around the other side and got in the passenger seat. They headed into the city, looking for anything they could see. Suddenly there was a red blur that went by the car, causing it to shake.

"What the hell?" Dean questioned as he tried to follow the light, but it had disappeared.

"Dean, I don't know what is going on here, but something doesn't feel right about all of this."

"Look, we will find a hotel to stay in tonight, then tomorrow we will do some digging." Dean said as he glanced at Sam, then back on the road.

When they found a hotel, Dean parked at the end of the lot, and went to get a room. When they got to the room, they both just sat at the ends of the bed, and looked at each other.

"So, what, we just stay here?"

"Just for the night, Sammy. Or until we figure out what the hell is going on." Dean said as he leaned back against the headboard.

Suddenly, the door busted open, and a woman walked in, with long brown hair, in a black suit. Sam and Dean stood up suddenly, with guns in hand. The woman moved her hand in a swift motion, and suddenly their guns were across the room.

"What the hell?" Dean said.

"Traveler's from a different universe. How cute," she said as she slung Sam and Dean to the side of the room. When they hit the floor, the both of them groaned.

"Look lady, I don't know what your problem is, but we just want to go home," Dean said as he stood back up.

"To bad you won't be alive long enough to go back," she said as she raised her hand up and clutched her fist, making Sam and Dean's heart, feel as if they were being crushed.

Suddenly, an arrow came through, and struck the woman in the shoulder. Her hold on Sam and Dean was released, and she took off running. They fell back down on the floor, taking a breath.

A man in a dark green leather suit, came walking into the hotel room, with a bow in hand. "All y'all alright," he yelled out with a husky voice and extended his hand out.

Sam took his hand and stood, as Dean stood on his own. "Yeah, yeah we are fine. What the hell was that?"

"That sure as hell won't like any demon we've ever faced," Dean said as he looked at Sam.

"Demon? Where the hell are you from? That was a meta," the guy in the hood said.

"What is a meta," Sam questioned.

"You're obviously not from here. Come with me, and we will figure this out."

——————

When they got to the bunker, the elevator doors opened up into a large room, with green lighting, and a center stage area, where Felicity sat at her desk of computers.

"Okay great, you're back. Now, there is a-" Felicity paused as she stood in front of Oliver, and the two new comers. "Uh, Hi." Felicity looked at Oliver, "Are we just bringing home new people now?"

"Felicity, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. They are not from our earth," Oliver said as he went over to the stand that his bow sat on, and placed it down.

"Hi, I'm Dean. Felicity, thats a beautiful name," Dean said as he took Felicity's hand

Oliver cleared his throat and leaned on the table. "Yes, it is. Thats why I married her."

Sam chuckled as Dean raised his arms up. "Sorry about him, he, uh, he is immature sometimes."

"Anyways, I should call Barry. This is more of his thing anyways," Oliver said as he started pulling out his phone.

There was a sudden red blur once again, and a man appeared in the middle of the room, "No need, I was already in town." Sam and Dean, in shock, pulled their guns out and aimed at the guy that flashed by them. "Whoa, I'm a good guy," Barry said as he raised his hands up and took his mask off.

"How, how did you.." Sam stuttered.

"I'm a speedster. Was hit by lightening, got super fast speed, fastest man alive. You two never heard of me," Barry said as he crossed his arms.

"Barry, don't get offended. They aren't from this Earth."

"Hold on Robin Hood, what do you mean this Earth," Dean questioned.

"Okay so let me guess. That big blue swirling thing of water, was a portal to another earth," Sam said as Barry and Oliver nodded. Sam looked over at Dean. "Maybe one of those portals can get us to mom."

"Where's your mom," Felicity asked as she looked at both the brothers.

"Well, we were fighting Lucifer, and there was a portal to an apocalyptic world. Our plan was to trap Lucifer in this other place. But when we did so, he grabbed our mom and dragged her over there," Sam explained.

"Now we are just trying to find her."

"Lucifer?" Felicity chuckled, then realized they weren't laughing. "Wait, seriously? The king of hell?"

"Well, no. Technically a demon named Crowley was the king of hell."

"Now it's some other douche bag. Lucifer is just like a lost puppy. A lost, stupid, evil, asshole-ish puppy," Dean continued.

"Okay," Barry paused as he crossed his arms. "So you're trying to get to that earth where your mom and Luci the evil puppy are?"

"Exactly. Along with Jack, who is a nephilim," Sam said.

"A what?" Oliver, Barry, and Felicity all said in unison.

"Oh right, y'all don't know what anything about that. A nephilim is a human slash angel. Which happens to be Lucifer," Sam explained.

"Oh, Lucifer has a son. That's fantastic," Oliver said sarcastically.

"Well, he is actually a good guy," Dean said with a shrug. "Now, enough about that. What's up with the chick trying to kill us?"

"Some worlds have strict rules about crossing dimensions. She is a collector. She is going to want you dead now," Barry explained. "But we dealt with her before. We can talk to her, and convince her not to kill you."

"That's fantastic," Dean said frustrated.

"We need to get to Star Labs, and talk with the team."

Sam and Dean nodded, right before Barry grabbed on to them and started running towards Central City.

When they got to Star Labs, Barry stopped in the middle of the main room, and Sam and Dean stumbled to find their footing. Dean ran over to the nearest trash can and started throwing up.

"Next time, we can just drive," Dean yelled out before throwing up again.

Barry chuckled and looked at Caitlin and Cisco, who were sitting at the desk. "Sam, Dean, this is Caitlin, and Cisco. This is part of my team."

"Nice to meet you," Sam said as he shook their hands.

"Uh, Hi. Barry, didn't we just have a talk about letting strangers know your secret," Cisco asked as he raised his arms a bit.

"Cisco, they are not from our world. Somehow they came into our world and now Cynthia is after them."

"Oh yay. You're girlfriend is back," Caitlin said sarcastically as she sat back down.

"Okay, she is not my girlfriend. I wish, but not my girlfriend," Cisco said as he rolled his eyes.

"You can't blame him. She was hot," Dean said with a laugh and Sam hit him. "Dude!"

"Dude she tried to kill us! All because we came here!"

"Still hot," Dean shrugged.

Barry chucked and crossed his arms. "Well we gotta figure out how to get you guys back to your world before Cynthia comes back."

"Yeah she may be hot, but damn she is strong."

"Now, y'all said she is a meta? What is that," Sam questioned.

"Well, a couple years ago there was an explosion here that effected a lot of people in it's that," Cisco started.

"Like myself. That's why I have super fast speed. Because of the explosion and the lightening, i became fast as, you know, lightening," Barry smirked. "so where you come from, there's no metas, but there are demons? and Lucifer?"

"Yeah. It's literally hell," Dean sighed.

"We actually hunt any and every monster than goes bump in the night. Demons, shapeshifters, vampires, werewolves, angels, you name it."

"Thats cool," Cisco said excitingly.

"No. Thats not possible. All those things are just fairy tails," Caitlin said doubly.

"Yeah well, its real princess," Dean said.

Suddenly the ground started shaking again.

"What the hell is this," Barry yelled out.

"Are we having an earthquake," Cisco questioned, gripping on to the table.

"This is exactly what happened when the portal came to take us here. Maybe it's the one to take us back," Sam said as he started looking around.

Suddenly the portal began to appear on the security footage on Cisco's computer. "Well, it was nice meeting y'all but looks like that's our ride!" Dean said as he grabbed Sam and started running outside, with Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin behind them.

"Maybe we will meet again one day," Barry said when he caught up to Sam and Dean.

"Maybe," Sam said with a short smile as Dean and himself jumped into the portal. The portal closed shortly after.

"Monsters? Yeah right," Caitlin huffed and walked back inside with Cisco and Barry behind her.

[seengularity]

Title: Leathered Jealousy

Pairings: Dean x reader

Gender: not specified *if you male readers don’t mind going on a date with a guy

Warnings: I honestly tried to do some fluff but I’m horrible at writing cute things. Also, Dean in a leather jacket deserves a warning, right?

“Are those the only type of people you follow?”

You looked behind you at the voice that was speaking and Dean was right over your shoulder, looking at your Instagram feed as you were scrolling through.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“That right there!” Dean pointed at a guy that happened to be the picture that your finger stopped on.

“He’s cute.” You shrugged your shoulders not knowing where Dean was going with this.

Dean made a gagging noise and walked away. “Cute? The guys you follow on that media site are leathered back wannabes.”

“Are you jealous of them, Dean Winchester?” You turned around in the chair you were sitting in to look at Dean. His back was towards you as he spoke.

“Me? Jealous? Of those men that wear leather jackets so they can show off their muscle arms. No.”

A smirk appeared on your face and you couldn’t help but tease him a little bit.

“I love me some men that wear black leather jackets and sunglasses. Ugh, they are so hot. I’m total heart eyes for them.”

Dean looked at you with a disgusted face. “Stop. You’re drooling again,” he rolled his eyes and continued to walk away.

You quickly grabbed his arm before he left your sight.

“Dean, what’s the matter?” You realized that Dean was actually annoyed. You crossed your arms over your chest, not taking no answer for an answer.

Dean stifled a laugh that seemed quite fake. “Nothing’s the matter Y/N.”

You smirked yet again. “Nothing? So you wouldn’t mind me going out on a date with Mr. Leathered Back Wannabe?”

“Why would I mind? Go ahead? I don’t care. But if he hurts you, Sam and I will kill him.”

Dean walked away and left me standing there, internally laughing at his jealousy.

::

The evening came quick and you were excited to go on a date with James, a.k.a. Mr. Leathered Back Wannabe. You thought it was a hilarious coincidence that Dean was jealous of him.

You got dressed in your favorite jeans and shirt. James said to dress casually, and this was about as nice and casual as you could dress. You left your hair the way it was, as it wasn’t a mess from the time it dried after you got out of the shower.

You walked out of your room and into the library and seen Sam and Dean with their noses in a book. Typical.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked. Dean quickly averted his gaze to you as Sam spoke up. Deans eyebrows were brought together as he waited for you to speak.

“On a date.” You said simply.

A knock on the hard metal door was heard loudly from the inside of the bunker. You smiled widely and slightly jumped up in excitement.

“He’s here!”

You walked up the stairs and opened the door for James. There he was in his black leather jacket and sunglasses hanging from his white shirt. His beard was growing out and his tattoos going up his neck were pretty hot.

“Come meet my friends.” You told James.

You let him in and brought him down the stairs into the library room.

“These are my buds, Sam and Dean. They are both brothers. Sam and Dean, meet James.”

Sam stood up from his seat and shook James’ hand. “Nice to meet you buddy.”

Dean on the other hand, he glared at James, and has been, from the time he walked in.

“Nice to meet you Dean.” James reached his hand out to shake Dean’s, but Dean fully ignored his action.

James quickly put his hand down in embarrassment and looked around the bunker nervously.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s been a grouch all day.” You said, patting his back.

“Have not!” Dean shouted out loud enough that his voice echoed in the library.

“Okay grouch. Sam I’ll see you later, alright?”

Sam nodded his head and smiled. “Be safe!”

::

You and James were having a blast at the carnival that was happening down the street. He won a big stuffed animal hitting milk jugs with baseballs and he gave it to you.

You were honestly having such a great time that you thought you finally found a great friend to hang out with.

As the saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun.

It was already ten o'clock and it seemed that you and James were the last few people at the carnival.

He took you home and stood outside of the bunker’s door with you.

“I had a great time,” You told James. “We should do it again sometime.”

“I agree.” James nodded his head and he slowly moved his head towards yours, leaning in for a kiss.

You quickly understoid what was going on and moved your head to the side. “James…clearly you want something more but I think we should just stay friends. Having relationships doesn’t really work out for people like me.”

James nodded his head. “I understand. Sorry for trying to make a move on you.”

You and James said your goodbyes and you watched as he drove away.

You opened the bunker door and walked inside. You could hear Sam and Dean laughing and you rushed down the stairs to see what they were laughing at.

The light from the library slightly hurt your eyes as the rest of the bunker had the lights off. Your eyes adjusted and Sam and Dean were sitting in the same spots as when you left, except…

“Tell Dean he’s being ridiculous and he looks like it too.” Sam was laughing and was red in the face and his laugh was becoming contagious. I began to laugh but I honestly didn’t know about what.

“Dean looks ridiculous in that black leather jacket and those 99 cent sunglasses he bought.” Sam continued to laugh as my laugh slowly came to a halt.

Dean was red with embarrassment. He had the sunglasses off on the table, but quickly put them on when you stopped laughing.

Sam finally stopped laughing and you sat down on a chair right next to Dean, placing the big stuffed animal to the side.

“Dean, why did you buy a new jacket and a pair of sunglasses. Not to mention, why are you wearing them when it’s ten at night? I thought you said wearing sunglasses at night was for no talent douchebags?”

“They are.” Dean ripped the glasses off of his face so hard that one of the glasses legs snapped off and fell to the floor. He threw the glasses on the floor and stomped on them and walked out of the library.

You and Sam both shared the same expression.

“What’s wrong with him?” You asked Sam.

“He was telling me earlier how you were saying that you loved guys in a leather jacket with sunglasses. So he got up and left with the Impala and came back about two hours later with a new jacket and sunglasses!”

You couldn’t believe it. After Dean was telling you how he didn’t like the guys that wore those things, he goes out and buys it. Why?

“If you ask me, I think he likes you too much. He swears he doesn’t but I could tell he does.” Sam said.

“He likes me?” Your heart jumped slightly at the thought of Dean liking you. You never thought someone as attractive as him would like you considering the model looking girls he seems to always bring in for the nights.

“Duh. Am I the only one with 20/20 vision here? He only obviously flirts with you.”

You thought back to the beginning when you first met Sam and Dean. You were a hunter working alone when Sam and Dean actually saved your life from a djinn. Ever since then, all three of you never separated and only became closer. You always thought the flirts were just to pass the time, because who doesn’t like to flirt for fun?

“I’ll be back.” You quickly fled the library and ran to your room. You grabbed a pair of your favorite black Ray Ban sunglasses and went down the hall that Dean’s room was located in.

His door was closed and you could hear him blasting rock music, the door shaking with every thump. Your heart began to race, making you really nervous now that you knew the truth.

Your hand came up to the door in a fist, and you lightly knocked. Deans music came to a quick stop, but he didn’t say anything.

“Dean it’s me.” You announced.

He didn’t answer which made you want to go back to your room, but you decided against it.

“I’m going to come in your room, in three, two, one…”

You slowly opened the door, afraid that he might throw a punch out of the blue, although you knew he wouldn’t just do that to you.

Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down. When you walked in, his head came up and his anger flooded his face.

“Am I done being the clown for you and Sam?” He snapped.

“Dean I’m sorry,” was all that you said. You held the glasses behind your back, waiting for a good time to bring them out.

“Dean, why did you go out and buy the jacket and the glasses?” You inquired.

“I heard Sam tell you. Why do you need me to tell you, too?”

So Sam was right! You couldn’t believe how blind you were to all of this.

“Can I hear you say it? So I know we’re both on the same page?” You sincerely asked.

Dean took a deep breath, his shoulders going wide and out and then slowly coming back down. You brought your hand to Dean’s leg to let him know that you’re willing to comfort him no matter what.

“I like you, Y/N, and I have since you moved in with us. This whole time I’ve been trying to deny it because, we’re hunters and we don’t do relationships. But when I was in the car on my way to buy the jacket and glasses, I realized that I was doing that just to impress you.”

You patted Dean’s back and you brought your arms and hung them around his shoulders. You brought out the dark shades in front of you and showed them to Dean.

“You know, you looked pretty hot with the sunglasses and the jacket. It kind of hurt when I seen you stomp on yours. Put these on?”

I handed him the glasses and he smiled happily as he grabbed them from me. He brought them up and put them on, giving me a great, big smile.

“I’m hot?” He asked.

I smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled as his face turned pink.

“Very.”