Two Wayward Orphans

Stories, Ficlets, and Reader-Inserts of the Winchesters as they criss-cross the country. Written by beakaleak32

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Hi All

So I haven't disappeared, even though it might seem like it. I check in at least once a day and see your lovely likes and reblogs.

Life just kinda threw me a curve ball and now I'm packing up my life and moving back home. The hope is that this will be better for my mental health in the long run, so hopefully I will be more inspired to write. But right now I am stressed AF and the thought of writing gives me no joy.

I hope after June things will return to normal. But thank you, thank you, thank you for finding my stuff and reading it. I truly appreciate it.

Ta ta for now.

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Brag and Tag

Thank you for starting this @ambiguous-avery. I hope reflecting on my own work will help with my writer's block.

How to play: As writers we usually don’t talk a ton about our own stuff because we don’t wanna seem too vain. So I want to give everyone a chance to brag about their stuff! Tell us your thoughts! Be vain! Be sure to include links to all your wonderful works so that people can easily access them! 💜💜💜 (If you wanna make it extra challenging, try not to repeat any of your works!)

✨ What’s one (or more) of your favorite pieces you’ve done?

Oh gosh. I still really enjoy one of my older works, Night Off, there is something about it that just feels right, ya know? Also Present and Blizzard. Those are probably my top three.

✨ If you could go back and redo any works, which one would it be and how/why would you change it?

Looking through my list, one that jumps out is Mama's Plan. I remember thinking it was a great idea at the time, but when I reread it I cringe. I'd either shift the story to something different or write it more about Mary talking to the reader.

✨ What’s a piece that you’re super proud of but don’t feel like it got as much attention as you were hoping for?

I was so proud when I wrote Never Again. It was a cool idea and I tried a different style of writing where there weren't quotations or conversations. But it never really got a lot of attention, probably because it isn't a true x reader fic.

✨ Which piece did you struggle with the most?

Hmmm. I feel like there are bits of every piece that I've struggled with. But the most? I guess Yearning. I had this thought, if John really got pulled from the past, what was he doing? And then I was trying to create a little bit of sympathy, because while I don't agree with everything John did, I do see the intention behind why he did certain things. And I struggled with if anyone was gonna even read it, cuz most of Tumblr is Anti-John.

✨ Which piece did you pour your heart and soul into (more so than everything else)?

Probably Weighted and Weightless. I was using my own experiences as part of the story line. And especially with Weightless, I used it to work through an emotional time that was happening in my life.

✨ What piece do you hold closest to your heart and why?

I'm gonna go with Crashing Waves. I have been a part of a few different fandoms, and got into fanfiction writing in middle school. Crashing Waves was definitely my first reader insert fic, and it might have also been my first Supernatural fic as well. And it also inspired a series (which I have yet to finish). It's not anything special, but it does have a spot on the top of the bookshelf.

✨ What's something you included in one (or more) of your works that you wished more people noticed?

I try really hard to keep everyone in character. I know some people believe that fanfiction is for your biggest fantasies, but I like to stay grounded in what we've seen from the show. I remember when I was writing Who Knew, I had two thirds of the story written and then I read this beautiful story about how Dean was a challenge to break open emotionally, and I was like "omg, the Dean in my story is way too soft and sweet" and went through an editing phase.

✨ What's a piece you wrote because you wanted to try something totally new?

I have two answers because I have two translations to the question.

"Did" something new - I wrote my first Jack x Reader fic Key to My Heart, which was a request, but they messaged me and I agreed to give it a shot. I've only seen Jack's story line once all the way through, so I wasn't sure how it was gonna go, but it seems to be pretty well received!

"You wanted to try" something new - I've never written hardcore smut in my stories. I will do kissing, and laying in bed together, and the "right after", but I don't write it. Mostly because I'm a virgin myself and I don't feel right writing about something I've never done. I also used to avoid reading it (and boy has that ship sailed) so I didn't even really know what to write at the time. But when I wrote Vixen I had every intention of it being about a one-night stand. And I wrote as much as I was comfortable with.

✨ What’s something you’re working on right now that you’re super excited to share?

Umm, well, my plot bunnies are devilishly clever. They give me a little scene in my head, and then run away as fast as possible before I can turn it into a story. So I have a bunch of small paragraphs and snippets that need to be reviewed and expanded on.

But I wrote a big chunk about a birthday and Dean making Sam keep the reader occupied while he gets stuff ready. And it's pretty cute. I'll see if I can shine it up nice and pretty.

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hiya baby!! ⭐️

can i request a dean absolutely madly deeply in love with his best friend. like, bigger puppy eyes than sammy can do at the girl. but he's oblivious. until one night, the parking lot light is hitting her just right and he gets this tug in his heart and just fesses up? i'm need for some sweet fluff 🥺🩷

i love you and your writing ✨️

Xanadu

Summary: Dean insists on being only your friend, even though Sam is sure that there are more feelings there.

Content: Dean x Reader, idiot friends in love, Sam being a typical brother, drinking, teasing, Dean being protective, a small angsty fight, and fluff up the wazoo.

Note: This is a teeensy bit more angsty than your request, but I promise that it's resolved quickly. Dean pretending he isn't in love is quickly becoming one of my new favorite tropes. Love you babe! I hope you enjoy!

“You’re staring again.” Sam muttered over the lip of his beer.

“Hmmm?” Dean blinked, pulling focus away from where you’re standing at the bar getting another drink.

“Staring.” Sam repeated. “At her. Like you always are.”

“Am not!” Dean barked defensively.

“You haven’t taken you’re eyes off of her all night.” Sam explained in a monotone voice. “And today? I’m surprised you noticed the ghoul we were hunting.”

“Shut up.” Dean purposefully took a sip of his whiskey, shifting inwards to the table. “I don’t stare.”

Before Sam could continue to argue, you scooted back into the booth next to Dean. He caught a whiff of your perfume, something sweet and floral, and pretended that it didn’t immediately fill his brain with thoughts.

“What’d I miss?” You asked, glancing at both boys.

“Nothing.” Dean eyed the glass in front of you. “Did you get a lemon drop?”

“I like them, okay?” You brought the drink to your lips as if to prove a point. “I know it may shock you, but I am a girl.”

“Who said anything about me forgetting you’re a girl?” Dean asked. “Every time I shower after you, I have to pull a zillion hairs out of the drain. And don’t get me started on the number of bottles in there.”

“I’ve been traveling with you guys for three years, and now you have a problem with my beauty products?” You raised an eyebrow as you shifted to face Dean.

“It hasn’t come up before.” Dean muttered, trying to hold your gaze. You aren’t pissed, he can always tell when that’s the case, but he didn’t want to take this too far.

“Well, if you need more room, just say something, okay?” You winked at him. Dean let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and nodded. You took another sip of your drink before something caught your eye. “Oh my gosh, there’s a jukebox?!”

You’re up and out of the booth again. Dean watched you flip through the different records and wondered how one person can be so excited over the smallest thing, even after everything you’ve seen. Sure, sometimes he mocks you for it, but honestly Dean thinks it is one of your most endearing qualities.

“You’ve got it bad.” Sam shook his head, pressing his lips together to hide a smile.

“What are you even talking about?” Dean stared squarely at his brother.

“You backed off from teasing her. You were smiling like an idiot just now.” Sam leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly. “Just admit you like her and ask her out already.”

“Dude, I don’t like her like that, okay? We’re just friends.” Dean wanted to put Sam in a headlock like when they were kids. Why are brothers such a menace?

“Yeah, okay.” Clearly not convinced, Sam climbed out of the booth and made his way to the bathrooms.

Dean’s eyes were drawn back to you like a magnet. Swaying in front of the jukebox, an old Bob Seger song playing, not a care in the world that you were hunting a creature of the supernatural world four hours ago. He wished he could let things go as easily as you do. But experience had taught him that it isn’t safe to let your guard down.  

You turned suddenly, catching Dean’s eye, and wiggled your finger to beckon him over. He knows what you want. Every time you get a couple drinks in you, you’re begging him for a dance. Somehow you always seem to forget that Dean has a strict no dancing policy. Dean shook his head at you before finishing off his whiskey. Not one to be denied, you made your way back to the booth on a mission.

“Come on, Dean!” You whine as you approach. “They have your favorite song. Please just at least stand up there with me.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t dance. Plain and simple.” Dean ran his hand over the rim of his glass.

To try to hide your pout, you took a big gulp of your lemon drop. He can see your mind trying to come up with some way to win this battle.  

“What if I do your laundry for a month?” You tried.

“Nope.”

“Buy all your drinks?”

“Tempting, but no.”

“Ugh.” You stomped your foot childishly. “Come on, Dean. Have fun with me.”

“I’m having a perfectly fine time watching you throw a tantrum.” Dean grinned.

“You suck, Winchester.” Turning on your heel, you go back to the jukebox.

Dean stood to refill his drink at the bar. He waited to catch the bartender’s eye and watched the baseball game on the TV mounted against the wall. When he turns to head back with his glass, there’s someone standing next to you, and you’re giggling.

Ice dropped into Dean’s stomach. If Sam were to ask, he would say it’s his hunter instinct to make sure you stay safe. He hadn’t seen anyone else showing interest, otherwise he would have been more careful. What if it’s a ghoul trying to plan revenge for the hunt earlier? Or some other creature that picks off hunters? The guy seems normal enough, but Dean isn’t one to take any chances.

“Hey,” Dean says as gets close, closing his hand around your elbow. “We’re gonna head out soon.”

“What do you mean?” You checked the booth that sat empty except for your finished drinks. “Sam isn’t even back yet.”

“You know him?” The threat asked over your shoulder. Dean mentally laughed.  

“Yeah, he’s good.” You tell him over your shoulder before shifting your arm away from Dean. “Come on, I’m having fun.”

“We need to hit the road.” Dean repeated firmly.

“You just got another drink.” You argued.

Dean threw the drink back, swallowing it in two gulps. Your eyes widened, then started to shimmer with tears. Pushing past Dean, you head straight for the exit. Dean set his glass down on top of the jukebox, ignoring the shocked face of the young man, and goes back to the booth to collect your jacket.

Outside, the air is damp from a long-gone rain. Dean finds you standing next to the Impala, right where he parked it under a large overhead light. Something shifts in his gut, and he stands on the edge of the lot and takes in the sight of you. Warmth flooded through his chest. It’s the same thought he pushes down every night when he tries not to think of you as he falls asleep. Because he can’t risk this friendship for anything. Dean debates if he should go back inside and get Sam, but the urge to go explain himself and stop your tears overwhelms him.

“You didn’t have to be such an asshole.” You spoke as Dean got closer.

“I was getting bad vibes from him.” Dean hesitated a few feet away, out of range of your backhand.

“Yeah right. It’s always some gut feeling. If I didn’t know any better…” You sniffled, turning your back to Dean.

“What?” Dean prodded.

You’re quiet for a minute. “Sometimes I wonder if you just want me all for yourself. But you’re too scared to actually do it.”   

Guilt that he had been trying to hold back floods through Dean. He had tried to be so careful not to put the thought into your head, to maintain the line of friendship. But you were right, he was always blocking the attempts of others. And in trying to protect you, he was actually hurting you.

“I-I…I didn’t…” Dean stuttered.

“Please, Dean,” you sighed, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just go get Sam so we can leave.”  

Slowly Dean made his way around the car. He glanced over the roof and saw you looking down at the ground, not crying but still puffy and red-faced. After he unlocked the car, you climbed into the back seat. Dean sits behind the wheel and turns on the car. He looked in the mirror at you hugging yourself and knew he had to do something, but he doesn’t know what. The radio starts playing, a quiet rock melody. The idea came to him instantly.

Slipping back out of the car, Dean checked through the window that you weren’t paying attention. He purposefully strode over to your door and opened it with a flourish. You whirled to look up at him in surprise. Holding out his hand, he stared at you expectantly.

“What are you…?” You trailed off, not wanting to accept the answer that was right in front of you.

“If I dance with you, will you forgive me?” Dean asked.

Dean clocked your hesitation. But he also knew that he was finally giving you something you’d always wanted. He waited, patiently, for you to take his hand and let him pull you out of the car. He opened the front passenger door, ducked inside to turn up the radio, and then returned and rested his hands on your waist. Despite your previous mood, you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It was just a slow sway in place, not anything flashy, but you never expected that. There were a couple of inches between the two of you, and Dean shoved down the fact that he wanted to pull you close and never let you go. He’d already screwed up once; he had to tread lightly this time.

“You were right, ya know.” Dean cleared his throat, struggling to get the words right. “Somewhere down the line, I told myself I was protecting you. Both from myself and from others. But it wasn’t fair of me to take away all of your options.”

“They never meant anything, Dean.” You gazed upward, and Dean noticed how the moonlight made your eyes sparkle. “I was just trying to get your attention.”

“Sweetheart,” Dean gulped, trying to push down the flood of emotions your words brought on. “You’ve always had my attention. I just didn’t want to mess this up. You’re too important.”

To prove his point, Dean pulled you flush against him, one hand going around your waist and the other smoothing your hair back. You grinned, pressing your hands against Dean’s chest. Dean savored the feeling of having you close to him.

“If I’m being honest,” Dean said softly, “I’ve regretted every time I didn’t dance with you. You mean everything to me, and I want to show you that every day.”

You didn’t wait for Dean to initiate the kiss. You pressed your lips against his eagerly, humming low in your throat. Together you stood under the moonlight and let the music wash over you. And Sam stood at the other end of the parking lot, thanking the heavens that you both had finally stopped denying the inevitable.

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Fan Saturday

Hi Ya'll!

March is gonna be a really busy month for me. I'm gonna be traveling and won't have a ton of access to internet. We will see how creative my plot bunnies are at night during the week. My motivation to write seems to be down right now. Thank you to all of the new people who have been checking out my work. I always love to read a review or a comment, it helps me know what you like. Also still taking requests if you want, just send me a message.

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Fan Friday

I'm once again feeling the starting of writer's block the more I pressure myself to finish something. So we will see if I can get a story out. Reminder that there won't be a posting for reader appreciation next week. I'm not sure what will be on my queue at all, so I can't promise anything.

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Fan Friday

I'm once again feeling the starting of writer's block the more I pressure myself to finish something. So we will see if I can get a story out. Reminder that there won't be a posting for reader appreciation next week. I'm not sure what will be on my queue at all, so I can't promise anything.

Thank you to all the newcomers who have found my work! I'm happy to have all of you here! You can find my post about requests that I will start upon returning from my trip.

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Nights Like These

Summary: Sleep isn't coming easily, so you try to distract yourself from all the dark thoughts in your head.

Content: Sam x plus-sized!reader, depressive and intrusive thoughts, insomnia, grief, mentions of intended drinking, comfort, talk of credit card spending (I am not encouraging spending money above what you can afford), Sam showing off his strength.

Note: I experienced some of this last night, and just needed to write it out to help clear my head. I also wanted to do a piece with a plus-sized reader that didn't have anything to do with smut. Please comment and let me know what you think!

“What are you still doing awake?”

With a jolt, you chuckle and glance at the doorway Dean is hovering in. You’d snuck in here figuring that Dean was already in bed and wouldn’t catch you in his cave.

“Can’t sleep,” you murmur over the sound of the TV. “Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Just getting a drink.” Dean holds up the bottle of whiskey for reference. “Sam know you’re up?”

You shrug. Sam had been blissfully asleep when you slipped out of bed. After an hour of laying next to him and letting your thoughts spin you figured it was better if you left. At least if he woke up, he could just go right back to sleep without you bothering him.

“Try to get some rest.” Dean taps the wooden frame before disappearing down the hallway.

“Probably not gonna happen.” You whisper in response, even though you know Dean can’t hear you.

Tonight, your thoughts are loud and chaotic, and nothing seems to be helping. You sip at the herbal tea you steeped but you can tell it’s just going to bother your bladder in an hour. Not even the episode of one of your favorite tv shows quiets your brain enough to think about sleeping.

It started with just a simple thought: What are we here for? When you tried to push the concept down and ignore it, you thought about the girl who had been attacked and lost her life yesterday on your hunt. That was always what got you going, the fact that there was one less person in the world because of a monster. And then you wondered how many other people had left this earth because they were sick or old, or the universe had decided it was their time. If we were just put here to turn around and die, what was the point of being human?

After that, nothing could top the swirl of depression that clouded your head. All of the loved ones that had left you with a hole in your heart. The weight that you could never seem to shed, no matter what you put in your mouth. How everyone was so angry all the time. People who went through pointless suffering when they didn’t do anything to deserve it. Why the bad people always seemed to win.

That was when you had decided it was better to be productive if you weren’t getting sleep. A load of laundry was in the washer, the kitchen was spotless, and the library had been dusted. Well, at least some of the bookshelves were done, because you had decided that a mindless task wasn’t helpful either. So, you trekked into Dean’s man cave and hoped that TV would maybe distract you.

You hugged the blanket around you tighter. Maybe it was time to talk to a therapist or find someone who could give you pills to make you feel better. Or perhaps you shouldn’t have had that brownie before bed. In actuality, you probably just needed to sleep and stop being so dramatic.

“Babe?” Now it was Sam’s voice that made you jump. He didn’t wait in the doorway like Dean had but instead entered the room and knelt down next to the couch. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You admit, not fully looking at him.

“You look like your head is spinning.” Sam smooths a hand over your hair before settling at the base of your neck. “Do you wanna talk?”

“I can’t get my brain to shut up.” You shake your head, trying to toss the thoughts out. “But you…you should go back to bed. I’ll be fine.”

“Can’t sleep without you.” Sam’s smile falters when you don’t react. “And I don’t want to leave you like this.”

“It’s…I just…” A tear slips down your cheek, which Sam catches with his thumb. “What’s the point, Sam?”

“The point…?”

“Why do humans exist?” The words burst out of you louder than you intended. “What is the point of us being born if we’re just gonna turn around and die?”

Sam stills, clearly not expecting that question. You gaze into his eyes, your own blurring with tears, and wait for him to make it all make sense. After a couple seconds, Sam stands and burrows his arm under your legs, pushing you sideways just enough that he can squeeze between you and the arm rest. Then he pulls you into his side and drapes your legs over his lap.

“Come here.” He murmurs, pressing your head into his chest.

The flood gates open at his kindness. You wrap your arms around Sam’s torso and cry into his shoulder. How long you sit there with him, you’re not sure. He just continues to soothe and coo little phrases while your shoulders shake, and you empty the emotions from your core. Finally, you hiccup and seem to have shed everything you could.

“You know how you felt last week, when you saw that your favorite band was playing in Kansas?” Sam waits for you to nod. “I think that’s what life is about. Those little moments of joy.”

“But you said we couldn’t afford the tickets.” You remind him.

“Well, maybe I was just telling you that so I could get them for your birthday.” He taps the bridge of your nose.

“You have that kind of money?”

“I have a credit card and a no questions asked policy on paying it off.” Sam clears a few more tears from your face and presses his forehead to the side of your head. “We only live once. You deserve to be happy.”

“Sam,” you whine. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Well, it’s already done, and I don’t need your opinion to do something for my girl.” Sam pushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“Tomorrow night I’m gonna feel guilty about your credit card bill.” You try to joke, and then you gasp, leaning back and looking at him. “Is that what you did last year for my birthday?”

Sam doesn’t answer right away, but his cheeks flush red.

“Ok, no more presents from you.” You shove lightly at Sam’s chest like you can physically move him, even though he is holding almost half of your weight at the moment. “I don’t need them.”

“But you like them.” Sam tries.

“Not if it means that you’re paying off a credit card bill!”

“Money ebbs and flows. Happiness is forever. And I want to make you happy.” Sam stares right into your eyes, his face lovelorn and serious. “Are you feeling better?”

In response to his question, you yawn and cuddle against Sam’s side. Finally, you feel tired enough that you could fall asleep.

“We should get you to bed.” Sam says into your ear. “You’re gonna wake up with a cramp in your side sleeping like this.”

“But I’m comfy,” you groan childishly.

“Then I’ll just carry you to bed.” Sam starts to shift, and you bolt upright.

“No! Sam, you cannot carry me. I weigh too much.”

“Pshhhh.”

Sam gets to his feet and as you gape at him, lifts you into his arms. You grab onto his neck, trying to lighten yourself any way possible. His face is slightly red, but he doesn’t seem too winded otherwise. You always knew Sam was strong, but you never thought this would be a possibility.

After Sam sets you down on the bed, he climbs in on his side and pulls you against him. Kissing him softly on the mouth, you utter a small thank you before pressing your face into his neck. He strokes your back until your breathing evens out, then whispers “sleep tight” before closing his own eyes and drifting off.

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Valentine

Summary: You try your hand at a dating app and end up with a date for Valentine's Day.

Content: Dean x female!reader, reader is inexperienced, Dean is charming and a little bit manipulative, drinking, light teasing, small emotional meltdown, open-ended ending.

Note: I really wanted to have this out last weekend for you guys, but the closer my deadline got the worse my writer's block was. I struggled with wanting Dean to be sweet but also knowing that he uses V-Day to find lonely women to sleep with, so I tried to find a middle ground. Please let me know what you think!

“This is so stupid.” You muttered to yourself as you continued answering the questions on your screen.

Because here you were, giving in to the one thing you had told yourself you weren’t gonna do. The war was lost, the battle over. Emotion had run its course and declared itself the victor.

For the first time in your life, you were creating a dating profile.

Already you could hear your mother’s voice in your head, warning you of all the dudes who were going to try to take advantage of you. But that attitude was the reason you needed to try this, to risk the chance that there was some decent guy out there in the world. Because lord only knows the lack of men you had attracted thus far. In high school, dating had seemed to happen to everyone but yourself. College was a little easier, with a few guys showing interest, but most of them were drunk and would have hit on a racoon.

This was what you were afraid would come up if you did find someone; that you had little experience. It wasn’t for a lack of trying, it had just never really happened for you. A couple kisses after awkward dates, a drunk guy who tried to get you back to his apartment when you were stone-cold sober, that was about all you could claim. And you weren’t getting any younger.

After finding a few pictures and loading them onto the site and arguing with yourself about whether or not you should put your true location or the town next to yours, you clicked submit. Immediately, the suggestion to pay for a subscription popped up, which you quickly clicked past. It was bad enough you were doing this, but having to pay for it wasn’t an option.

Setting your phone down, you made dinner for yourself, fed your dog, and cleaned up the kitchen. When you went back to your phone, you had 10 new messages.

Hey What’s a pretty thing like you doing on a site like this? Fuck your hot What r u doin tonite? You have beautiful eyes and I know that you are an answer to my prayers.

The rest were just as bad. None of it was real or genuine, just guys thinking with their dicks and not their heads. You shook your head and laughed to yourself. While it was nice to get the appreciation, none of these guys were winners. You adjusted the filters on your search and started scrolling through some possibilities.

It was almost as bad as the messages you’d already gotten. Guys looking way to chummy with a girl as their main profile pic and captioned ‘she’s my cousin, I swear!’. Cut off shirts showing a sunburn, flabby arms, and a fish that wasn’t all that impressive. Group shots where you had no idea who actually owned the profile. The selfie that looked like it had just been posted five separate times. If this was supposed to be prime example of the dating pool, then you were feeling like maybe you were just better off single.

That was when you swiped onto someone that made your jaw drop. Impala67. A beautiful body, a great haircut, and a totally awesome car. He looked too good to be true. Clearly this had to be some catfish using a stock photo. No one was that good looking and single. Despite the angel on your shoulder telling you to move right along, you hit the like button and sent out a quick message about how cool his car was.

There were a few other promising profiles that you engaged with, and you had a couple more messages from people who clearly only wanted you for the night. While you hadn’t been expecting to find love on the first try, it was still defeating to know that things looked bleak. Just as you were about to quit for the night, your phone buzzed with another message.

Thank you. I’ve put a lot of work into her. What kind of car do you have?

Your heart dropped into your stomach. He had messaged you back, when you were so sure that he would pass over you completely. Letting out a small squeal, you tried not to look too eager as you messaged him back with your car model. You also added:

Not as nice as yours, that’s for sure.    

After a couple minutes, there was a reply.

Hard not to be, but still a solid car. Probably drives better in the snow than Baby.

You named your car Baby?

Hell yeah. You got a problem with that?

No, I think it’s sweet. I named mine Lola.

My brother thinks you’re just trying to make me feel better.

Tell him that I take Lola for monthly spa visits.

He said I might have found someone crazier about a car than me.

He’s just jealous

I tell him that all the time.

This couldn’t be that easy. You remembered that you had thought this was a catfish, but he was acting like he was a real person. Maybe you should try to see if he would send you a picture so you could prove it was him. Before you got a chance, there was another message.

I know this is a little fast, but I’m only in town through the weekend. Do you want to get together for a drink?

His offer sounded so genuine, and yet you were hesitant that this was going to end badly. Curse your mother putting doubt into your head. Looking back over his profile, you saw “short-term relationship” listed as his intention. So, he wasn’t looking for marriage, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt to get in some dating experience with someone who was cute and funny. Then you remembered what day it was.

You want to get together for Valentine’s Day?

There was no response for a bit, and you figured that you had either scared him off or reminded him what his goals were. You went into the kitchen to get a bowl of ice cream for dessert. When you came back there was another message.

Just want to take a cute girl out before I leave town

You groaned audibly, your dog lifting his head to look at you like you just said his favorite word. Either this guy was bad news or too good to be true. But hell, if he wasn’t worth the chance. Quickly, you agreed to meet the next evening at a bar in town.

To say that you’re nervous as you get ready the next day is an understatement. After introducing himself as Dean, you both had shared a couple more messages before you went to bed. Surprisingly, you woke up to a good morning message and a reminder that he would meet you at 7:30pm. There hadn’t been any other messages, but he had mentioned that he might be busy.

Now you were arguing with your hair to behave and lay down nicely as opposed to looking frizzy. Pulling out makeup that was probably expired, you tried to remember the order you should apply it in since you didn’t do it very often. Then came the most daunting task of all, figuring out what to wear. Everything was either too low cut or too business-y. Finally, after looking at the clock and realizing that you had to leave in ten minutes, you settled on your go-to outfit that was comfortable yet attractive.

You figured that you would be the first one there, but you spotted Dean at a high-top table with a drink in front of him already. He spotted you just a few moments later and smiled. You approached the table, wringing your hands together in front of you.

“Hey.” Dean greeted warmly.

“Hi. Wow.” You pressed your lips together before the rest of your mumbled thought could embarrass you any further.

“Wow?” Dean raised an eyebrow, his lips turning up into a smile.

“I-uh…” You had hoped he hadn’t heard you, but of course he had. “You’re just so much better looking than your picture.”

Dean tossed his head back and laughed. God, you felt like an idiot, couldn’t even properly compliment a guy.

“Thank you. Come sit down.” Dean gestured toward the chair across from him. As you hopped up onto it, he continued. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Uh, maybe just a beer? But I can go get it.” If there was anything you disliked, it was feeling like you were a burden.  

“Don’t worry about it. Do you have a preference?” When you shook your head, Dean flagged down a waitress and ordered for you.

At first, you felt like Dean was pulling answers out of you. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t been on a date in years, or it was just because of how physically attractive Dean really was. His green eyes would catch the light and almost sparkle like a diamond. There was a little bit of scruff on his jaw which was oddly satisfying. He looked nice in a maroon button-up and black t-shirt. Nope, this was definitely the problem, you were too distracted to remember how to hold a conversation.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” You chuckled nervously. That had to be the third time you had asked him to repeat himself.

“Nervous?” Dean asked you gently over the rim of his glass.

“Well, I haven’t been on a date since college, so I’m trying to remember how to ride the bike here.” You sipped at your beer, which was almost gone because of how many drinks you had taken to hide your awkwardness.

“Hmm, didn’t take you for a girl that has been single for a long time.” Dean’s eyes glazed over your features. “You are also much better looking than your picture.”

Heat flamed across your cheeks. Inside, your brain was screaming to abort, but instead you downed the rest of your beer.

“Do you want another?”

“No, I shouldn’t.” You shook your head. “Otherwise, you’re gonna be carrying me home.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” Dean grinned charmingly. Heat curled through your belly.

“I-I…I think this was a mistake.” You started gathering up your purse. “We want different things, and you’re just…”

“Hey.” Dean reached out, wrapping his hand around your wrist lightly. “I just want you to feel comfortable. If that was too much, I’ll back off.”

“Dean, why did you invite me for a drink on Valentine’s Day?” You tried your hardest to meet his eyes despite how intimidating it was to look directly at him.

“Told ya, wanted to take a cute girl out and make her feel special.” Dean removed his hand and ran it through his hair, letting out a sigh.  

“But you aren’t looking for commitment, or a long-term relationship. You’re leaving town soon. What did you expect was gonna happen?”   

Dean shrugged. “Didn’t really think that far.” He watched your face as you debated whether or not to bolt. “Please, just stay for another twenty minutes. If you’re having an awful time, I won’t stop you from leaving.”

Hesitantly you nodded and laid the strap of your purse back over the chair. Without asking, Dean waved over the waitress and ordered a water for you. He struck up a conversation about if you had gone to college or not and slowly your brain calmed down.

When the conversation lulled, Dean asked if you wanted to either play pool or dance. You bit your lip, as both options were tempting but also required physical contact. One of your favorite songs came on, and so you agreed to dance with him.

“Do you do this often?” You wondered as Dean set his hands gently over your waist.

“No.” Dean laughed. “I hate dancing.”

“Then why…” You looked up at him confused.

“A chance to hold a pretty girl? Worth it.”

You blushed furiously, looking down at the ground to try to hide it. Dean continued to sway with you, nothing flashy but still nice. When the song was over, he pulled you a little closer instead of moving away. Inside your chest, your heart was beginning to pick up speed. Pressing his hips against yours, Dean leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“What if I told you that I want to kiss you right now?” His breath was warm against your neck, sending a shiver up your spine.

Honestly, you didn’t know how to answer. Even though you felt like there were a million butterflies inside of you, you also felt warm and tingly and incredibly attracted to Dean. Something about him was disarming, despite the fact that he had ignored your comment about wanting different things.

“Hmm?” Dean kissed the soft skin on your neck, causing you to let out a little gasp.

“I-I-I….” You stuttered. You let your forehead drop into the base of Dean’s shoulder. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“What?” Dean grabbed your upper arms and pushed you away so that he could look at you. Despite the fact that he was angling his face in front of you, you continued to look down at the floor.

“I can’t do this.” You shook your head and walked back towards the table. Without looking, you could feel Dean following you. At the table, you drank the rest of your water before reaching for your purse.

“What’s going on?” Dean put his hand on your shoulder.

“You’re a nice guy, Dean, but this was a bad idea.” You tried to walk towards the door, but Dean maneuvered himself to stop you.

“Hey, hold on.” Dean licked his lips. “Yes, I’m not really looking to settle down. But you looked like you could use a fun night out, and I wanted to give that to you. You said you haven’t dated in a while, I take it that means you haven’t really been with many guys?”

Slowly, you nodded your head. Pressure was building in between your eyes, and you desperately tried to push back the tears.  

“Then let me be your teacher. Or your practice date. Whatever you want. I think you could make some guy really happy, but if you’re gonna crumble when someone asks to kiss you, you’re never gonna make it far.”

“Gee, thanks.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I don’t…I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” Dean was closer now. “I’m trying to help you.”

“Why?” You met his eyes again, a bright, emerald green. God, he was so pretty.

“Because that’s what I do on Valentine’s Day. Help out women any way I can.” He offered you a smile.

“This sounds like a bad idea.”

“Are you trying to talk me out of it or talk yourself into it?” Dean raised an eyebrow. You smacked his chest and he chuckled. “Play a game of pool with me. If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, well, you get to pick what your prize is.”

Maybe Dean was right, what would it hurt to practice your flirting and let a nice guy entertain you for the rest of the night. Besides, you had a billiards table in your basement growing up, you know a thing or two. But Dean doesn’t have to know that.

Halfway through the game, you decide to let him win. If he sees the change in your play, he doesn’t comment. He tries to hide his cockiness, but it creeps through as more and more of the solid balls go into the pockets. And when he looks at you after the final move, you grin because he deserves it.

He hovers over your mouth, and yet you still knock your teeth together because you move in too eagerly. After apologizing and trying to slink away, Dean holds you close and repeats his attempt, his lips soft against yours. You instantly melt, even though you don’t know what to do with your hands, but Dean doesn’t seem to care. Fireworks explode inside of you when Dean slips his tongue inside your mouth.

You don’t know what’s going to happen after this, but you decide that maybe dating apps aren’t so bad after all.

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Fan Saturday

Happy Saturday! I hope it's a good weekend for ya'll.

Just an update, I'm gonna do my best to get a fan appreciation post out next week, but I'm leaving for a birthday trip on March 1st, so I may be a little MIA. I will try to get some stories out or at least scheduled but I don't know what my week is gonna look like. I've been having some serious writer's block.

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Part 2

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Fan Saturday

Happy Saturday! I hope it's a good weekend for ya'll.

Just an update, I'm gonna do my best to get a fan appreciation post out next week, but I'm leaving for a birthday trip on March 1st, so I may be a little MIA. I will try to get some stories out or at least scheduled but I don't know what my week is gonna look like. I've been having some serious writer's block.

Thank you for all the love on my blog! I appreciate all of you!

New story posting 6:30 CST!

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Fan Friday

You guys did it! You got me over the 300 follower hump! I'm so impressed that this little hobby has gotten me all that love. I appreciate you guys so much.

I was hoping to have a piece out for Valentine's day, but my brain isn't cooperating so we will see if I can get it out amidst a busy weekend. I can't promise anything tho.

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Fan Friday

You guys did it! You got me over the 300 follower hump! I'm so impressed that this little hobby has gotten me all that love. I appreciate you guys so much.

I was hoping to have a piece out for Valentine's day, but my brain isn't cooperating so we will see if I can get it out amidst a busy weekend. I can't promise anything tho.

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Hello! Just wondering if you'd consider writing for Castiel? I noticed that he isn't in your listed characters but he also isn't in the section you won't write for so I was just curious. Have a nice day/night!

It sort of depends on the ask. I'm not a huge fan of Castiel, and I don't feel like I would do him justice for the people who do care for him deeply. If it's something simple like a hunt or him as a side character in a situation, I'd try it. If it's him doing something that's out of character or falling deeply in love with the reader? Probably not.

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I Want You

Summary: Sam is out on a hunt and missing you terribly

Content: Season1!Sam x college-aged!reader, soft smut (phone sex, verbal descriptors of dry humping and fingering, and male erection and release) so maybe safe for work?, reader is a bit feminine in behaviors, petnames (baby), Sam being a little protective and also an idiot in love, threats of stealing a car.

Notes: I was rewatching Supernatural on Amazon and saw this picture of Sam and couldn't get this idea out of my head. Sam just has it so bad for the reader.

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If Sam had thought he was going to struggle this much, he would have asked for his own room. Which would have tipped Dean off that something was up. As if Dean hadn’t thrown a look at his brother when Sam said he needed a nap instead of getting food.

“Like a sleepy-time nap?” Dean asked incredulously, regripping the keys in his hands.

“I’m tired.” Sam lied. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Just bring me back a salad.”

Dean rolled his eyes but offered no other comment. As soon as the door was closed, Sam hunched over his phone and stared at his wallpaper.

You, captured mid-laugh, the sunset in the background not half as mesmerizing. Sam had been so proud after snapping the picture. The screen went dark and Sam tapped his phone again to bring it back. He could already feel himself tightening against his pants.

Almost as if you could sense his longing, the phone started vibrating and your name appeared on the screen. Sam immediately swiped to accept the call.

“Hi baby!” You exclaimed after Sam said your name. “I miss you.”

“I miss you more.” Sam lay back onto the bed, tucking the phone against his ear.

“Not possible.” You giggled. God, he loved the sound of your laugh.

“What did you do today?” Sam questioned.  

“I had class back-to-back this morning, and then I met up with Olivia for lunch. Then I worked a couple hours at the library. Now I’m just waiting to see what we’re doing for dinner.”

“That sounds fun.” Sam’s heart ached, he wished he was in the same room as you. “Did that creep show up again?”

There had been an older man that was giving you a hard time at the library. He would show up out of nowhere and follow you around no matter if you ignored him or told him your life story. And because it was a public university, no one could tell him to leave without him doing something more than being creepy.

“I don’t think so. If he did, Damon probably scared him off.”

“I doubt that dude would be scared of Damon.” Sam shook his head at the thought of anyone feeling threatened by your boss. The guy was a chump who only wished he was intimidating. Maybe after this hunt he could convince Dean to go back to the school and catch this creep in action.

“I promise, if I see him, I’ll tell him about my scary boyfriend.” You had agreed to Sam’s plan back when you had first told him about this guy.

“Maybe I can come visit and tell him myself.”

“Oh really?!” You squealed. “I would love to see you.”

“I have to ask Dean, but I’ll let you know when we wrap up here. Tell me more about your class.”

Sam loved listening to you talk. Your voice was high-pitched and breathy, and something about it always hardened his dick faster than your picture. By the time you were wrapping up your story about arguing with your partner for your presentation, Sam was tempted to pop the button on his jeans.

“You okay, baby?” You wondered when Sam was quiet for a beat too long.

“I-I…I just wish you were here.” Sam grunted through his clenched teeth. He gave in and unlatched his belt, pulling his jeans around his thighs.

“Awww, are you thinkin’ about me?” You crooned. Somehow you always knew.

“Need you so bad, baby.” Sam groaned.

“Well, hold on, I can fix it.” There was shuffling in the background and Sam wondered what you were doing. He thought he heard the click of a deadbolt. “Ok, Olivia can’t barge in. What do you need?”

“Just tell me another story.” Sam couldn’t contain the eagerness in his voice. He shifted his boxers off his hips, his cock springing free. “I wanna hear you.”

“Well, earlier I was missing you when I was trying to nap, so I put on your sweatshirt that you left here.” There was something cheeky in your tone, like you were smiling while talking. “And it smelled like you still, and then I started thinking about why you left your sweatshirt here.”

Sam moaned, knowing where this was headed. He spread his precum around on his finger before starting to pump himself.

“And I couldn’t help myself, I started missing you more. So, I put a pillow between my legs and started humping it, hoping that would help.”

“Did it?” Sam gasped.

“It got me all wet, that’s for sure. And I thought about calling you, but I knew that you were in the car with Dean, and we don’t need him to hear all of that, do we?”

“No.” Sam felt his abdomen tighten, the pain of his erection shifting into the start of his release. “Quick, before Dean gets back.”

“And since I couldn’t have you do what I’m doing now, I had to do it myself. So, I slipped a finger into my pussy and pretended it was yours.”

Sam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His movements were starting to stutter as his chest heaved.

“Shit, I’m close.” Sam muttered.

“Just hold on, baby, I’m almost done.” Sam had a feeling you were either touching yourself or humping a pillow again, because your voice was even more breathless. “I didn’t do as good of a job as you would have, but it was good enough. I had to scream your name into my pillow when I came so that my neighbors didn’t hear me.”

Sam’s stomach clenched and with your name hissed between his teeth he felt the tension ease as his cum shot up into the air. He closed his eyes, pretending that you were here and he was releasing directly into you.

“You alright?” You asked quietly.

“Yes.” Sam huffed, his breathing ragged. “God, yes, baby, thank you.”

“I hope you’ll come visit me soon.”

“If Dean tells me no, I’m stealing a car.” Not seeing you wasn’t an option anymore, it was an expectation.

“Just don’t get arrested, silly.” You laughed. “I don’t have money to bail you out.”

“I gotta go, baby. I’ll talk to you later.”

You hummed goodbye and blew a kiss into the speaker. Sam smiled before hanging up. He sighed as he saw the mess he had made on the bed. Tucking himself back into his clothes, Sam grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped the sheets as best as he could. When he realized it was still noticeable, he flipped the comforter over. Then he climbed into the shower and tried to settle his racing heart.

When Sam emerged later, Dean was sitting on his bed with a beer in one hand and a remote in the other. There was a bag of food sitting at the table. Sam nodded a greeting to his brother and beelined for his dinner.

“So,” Dean started with a grin, “your girl tell you any good stories while I was gone?”  

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this plot isn’t usually my thing but wow!!

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Thank you so much! I tend to stay away from hardcore smut, but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. I appreciate you reading and reblogging!

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Killing Me Softly

Summary: Your avoiding your boyfriend who is an absolute furnace. Dean is trying to put the pieces together to figure out what's wrong.

Content: Dean x female!Reader, fluff and a teensy bit of a crack if you squint, no real warnings (unless you are self conscious about your bathroom habits) just a what-if. In general, I know most plus-sized girls run hot, but there's no mentions of readers size, so can be read however you want!

Note: I promise this has nothing to do with death or killing. I commented on a story about how if I was snuggling/sleeping with Dean I would overheat so fast, and I turned it into a drabble. For all my girlies out there who run warm!

Dean had been cataloging all of the moments when you had disappeared or gone missing. There one minute, gone the next. Mostly because it was confusing and he couldn’t figure out if he had done something wrong.

When he first noticed, you two were settled on the couch in the Dean Cave, still determining where the line was drawn in the sand when it came to your situation. You hummed with agreement when Dean asked if you wanted to share a blanket, but you sat about a foot away from him. Dean waited patiently for the movie to start before stretching his arm over the top of the couch, hoping it would entice you to snuggle into him. You’d barely blinked. After a few more minutes, he stretched his legs out so that your knees were touching. Still nothing. 

“C’mere.” Dean finally mumbled, looking over at you.

You smiled shyly and scooted closer. Dean’s arm went over the top of your shoulders and he sighed contentedly. Your hand went to his chest, tracing over the buttons on his flannel, and set your head on his shoulder. On an inhale, Dean got a whiff of your shampoo, and suddenly was thinking about when it would be appropriate to shower with you.

Halfway through the movie, you started shifting like you were uncomfortable. Before Dean could ask, you sat up.

“I, uh, need to use the bathroom.” You muttered, already dumping the blanket and standing up. Dean watched you leave, his brow furrowed with worry.

It took you ten minutes before you came back with a water bottle for you and a fresh beer for him. You denied that anything was wrong, so Dean figured maybe you just didn’t want to talk about it. He pulled you back into his side but made a mental note to keep an eye on you.

About a week later was when Dean noticed again, although maybe it was nothing. Wintertime was alive and kicking and the wind chill was in the negatives. Dean had noticed that you had only a long-sleeve on under your jacket when he was packing up the car, while even he had piled on the layers. So, when he started the car, he bumped up the heat. It was warm and toasty by the time he pulled onto the main road to take them out of town.

“Can feel the wind even with the heat up.” Dean announced after a lull in conversation. “I wish we were going South instead of North.”

“It’s definitely cold out there.” You agreed, although you didn’t lift your head from your book.

If you were agreeing with him, then Dean figured you must be cold. He pushed the dial a little further into the red.

“Dude, no further, okay.” Sam ordered once he felt the increase in temperature. “We’re all dressed to be outside.”

“Just want to make sure we’re comfortable.” Dean flicked his eyes in the rearview mirror, but you were still absorbed in what you were reading.

Thirty minutes later, you picked your head up. “Could we, uh, stop somewhere? For a bathroom break?” Your voice was meek, like you regretted asking. 

“Yeah, give me a few.” Dean thought it was strange you already had to go, but figured it was rude to call out someone’s bathroom habits.

When you pulled into the gas station, all three of you climbed out of the car and went inside. Sam perused the chip aisle while Dean followed you towards the restroom. When Dean returned a few minutes later, Sam was gone and you were nowhere to be seen, so he figured you probably were with him back at the car.

Except you weren’t.

“Where is she?” Dean asked Sam, who was standing outside the car munching on his snack.

“I dunno, I heard the door open, but I haven’t seen her.”

Dean surveyed the parking lot but didn’t recognize your figure. He glanced back inside but didn’t see you in any of the windows. Where could you have gone?

Just when Dean was about to pull out his phone and call you, you appeared around the side of the building.

“You get lost?” Dean asked.

“Just stretching my legs.” You answered easily. “Come on, let’s hit the road.”

Maybe you had been car sick, although that had never been the case before. Or you could really have just needed to move your legs in anticipation of the long drive. Whatever the case, Dean tucked the event away.

While on the hunt, you had agreed to share a bed with Dean for the night when the clerk told you that the room was too small for a couch. Dean had to admit he was thrilled, although you didn’t seem quite so pleased. If it was a question of comfortability, Dean hoped that you would speak up. Sure, you two were no stranger to seeing each other naked, but maybe you thought this was a little too intimate for your budding relationship.

Nothing was brought up, and Dean enjoyed the weight of someone next to him in bed, so when you returned to the bunker Dean asked if you wanted to stay with him on a more permanent basis.

“Like, move into your room?” You questioned, your fork hovering halfway between your mouth and the plate in front of you.

“Well, you don’t have to move in, per se.” Dean ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t like the look that was crossing your face. “You can keep your room. But if you wanted to sleep in the same bed, since that went so well in Iowa, we could try that.”

“Let me think about it.” You replied.

Dean knew you liked your privacy, and he silently berated himself for moving so fast. He didn’t want to mess up anything with you, but he also enjoyed your company.

The next night, after Dean had rolled off you and pressed a kiss into your hair, he tried to bring it up again.

“You could stay, if you want.”

“I, uh…” You were still breathing heavily, but you turned your head and looked at him. “Do you want me to?”

“I mean, I’m not gonna say no.” Dean’s lips turned up into a half smile.

You bit your lip, and Dean tried to keep his face neutral and free from pressure.

“We’ll try it out.” You agreed. Dean kissed you softly on the mouth.

After showering and putting on fresh pajamas, you let Dean pull you close. You both talked for a bit before Dean could tell that you were struggling to stay awake. He kissed your forehead and told you to sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Dean woke to the door clicking shut. Once properly alert, he turned and saw that you weren’t in bed. Figuring that you were just using the bathroom, he shifted positions and closed his eyes. Even though he was actively trying to sleep, his brain was monitoring your return, and after a couple minutes, he started to worry.

Does she have an illness? Dean wondered. It felt like you were always leaving him to go to the bathroom. Maybe you had some bowel syndrome he didn’t know about. Or maybe she didn’t actually want to start sleeping in bed with you. Dean shook that thought from his head. You would say something if you were uncomfortable.

Wouldn’t you?

In the morning, when Dean asked where you had gone, you told him that you were getting a drink. He didn’t push, but he could tell there was something more. You never mentioned that you wanted to go back to your own bed and didn’t seem to be opposed to staying with him. But a few nights later he woke to you gone again and decided that it was time to check in.

“Can we, uh, talk?” Dean inquired. You were sitting at the table in the library, looking over a book that looked older than sin.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You adjusted the ribbon and closed the book. Dean didn’t miss that you pulled your arms into your sweatshirt and pulled one of your legs up to your chest like you were bracing for something bad.

“I just wanted to make sure you…we’re okay.” Dean waved his hand between you.

You stared at him with a blank expression. “Uh, yeah, we’re good.”

“Okay.” Dean let out a sigh. “I just, well, you seem to always disappear in the middle of spending time together. And if you want your own space, I totally understand…”

“Dean, you’re hot.” You interrupted.

“Well, uh,” Dean swallowed and shifted his weight, “thank you, but that doesn’t…”

“No,” you giggled, “Dean, I mean you run hot. Like temperature wise. And so do I.” Now it was Dean’s turn to stare blankly. “So, when we’re cuddling or laying in bed together, I overheat.”

Now some of the pieces were starting to fit. Dean nodded, slowly comprehending.

“And when we were driving to Iowa?” Dean asked.

“I was dying in the backseat, and after the bathroom I stood outside and took my jacket off to cool down.” You shifted, setting your leg back down and leaning forward.

“Why didn’t you just tell me to turn the heat down?”

“I thought you were cold.” You stated. “You made that comment about feeling the wind.”

“I thought you were cold! You only had one layer on.” Dean shook his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, cuz I knew we were gonna be in the car all day.” You got to your feet, stepping closer to Dean. “I almost stripped down to my bra, you had the car so hot.”

Dean forced back a laugh. “I thought you had Chron’s disease or something. Why did you keep saying you were going to the bathroom?” His hand settled on your hip.

“Because my mother taught me it was rude to tell people that I was uncomfortable with the temperature. So, I learned to excuse myself politely. Last night, I was standing in front of the open freezer door.” You grinned.

“Okay,” Dean chuckled, “from now on, you tell me when you’re hot. We’ll get a fan for the room.”

“And, maybe, we can use separate blankets?” You ran your hand over Dean’s cheek. “It helps, at least for me.”

“Whatever you need.” Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you gently. “Honestly, woman, you’re gonna be the death of me. Stop being so polite.”

“I didn’t know it was bothering you.” You pressed your lips to Dean’s a second time. “I will stop using my manners and just yell ‘I’m hot’ as loud as I possibly can.” You both laughed.

Dean wrapped his arms around your torso, setting his chin on top of your head as he hugged you. You brought your arms around him, taking in his cologne and the strength of his arms. For a minute you stood like that, basking in each other’s presence.

“Ya know,” you muttered cheekily. “I’m actually kind of hot right now.”

Before Dean could ask you what you meant, you pressed your hips into his, and he let out a soft groan.

“Well, that kind of hot,” Dean pulled away and looked at you, his forest green eyes sparkling and alert. “I am actually a pro at helping with.”

Divider by @easytiger-xo

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[chevroletdean]

oKAY it took me forever to reblog this (it's been... a weekend LOL), but when I tell you this piece occupied my brain for the past few days, ayayay.

Again, I 1000% agree on the headcanon that Dean runs like a furnace. He’s like a human radiator. As someone who overheats so quickly, I’d be sweating bullets constantly.

And I love how you write him all soft but still cautious, it’s very Dean. Like overthinking and worrying about Reader, wondering if he’s done something wrong. Never fails to make me melt (pun intended). And how he notices the little things, but is still a little too dumb to put the pieces together, LMAO!

“Okay.” Dean let out a sigh. “I just, well, you seem to always disappear in the middle of spending time together. And if you want your own space, I totally understand…” “Dean, you’re hot.” You interrupted.

I saw it coming and I still cackled — went "aw, look at him go tackle this conv— OOP!” Perfect balance of cute and humorous. Absolute treasure of a fic, so wholesome and sweet! <3

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

Awww, thank you, you're review and the fact that you were thinking about this fic has me grinning like an idiot.

I had "Dean, you're hot" written before almost two thirds of the rest of this fic because it came to me and I thought it was hilarious. Then I wrote everything else around it.

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

Hi first of all I wanted to say that I love your work. I was wondering if you could write a fic where y/n is dean's daughter and she also has a brother and during a hunt where everyone is at Ellen's bar (bobby , Elle, cas , dean ,Sam and anyone else you want) as well as other hunters and the two come in and someone calls them Winchesters and that's when Dean finds out they're his children and it could be family fluff and all thank you <33

Thank you for your request! This is for you