Two Wayward Orphans

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

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[twowaywardorphansjournal]

Hi guys! I'm finding my groove and can't decide if I should write it out completely or do multiple parts. Let me know your thoughts! What is your preference when you're reading a fic?

I want to read the whole thint, beginning-middle-end, no matter how long

I want a cliffhanger and multiple parts!

Something Else (leave a comment)

Voting ended onJul 14

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

Hmmmm, veerrrryyyyy interesting =D

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

i saw the requests post and couldn't miss it 🤭 how about charlie pairing up her very single friend with a very emotionally constipated hunter? just dean flirting shamelessly because reader is a cutie and he has the full green light from charlie to lay it on thick ☝🏻🙂‍↕️

i love you and it's incredibly awesome to have you back 🩷

Just Give Me A Second

Summary: When your friend Charlie pulls you into the orbit of Dean Winchester, you have a choice to make: fall for his charm, or give him a run for his money.

Contents: Dean + Reader, strangers to friends, Charlie is an innocent wing woman just trying to help her friends out, teasing, flirting, drinking, awkward silences, and plotting revenge.

Note: This was written completely with you in mind, Liv. I hope you find all my little nuggets. It's funny to me that I had the first part written in about an hour, and then struggled for three days before a good idea came to me. But it is fun and cute and I hope you like it!

The first time you heard the name Dean Winchester, you weren’t quite sure what to think.

You didn’t know why Charlie brought him up in the first place. Both of you had been hanging out by the coffee pot, not willing to leave and risk losing claim to the first fresh cup that was currently brewing. Charlie asked about your weekend, which was completely uneventful, and when you inquired back, she got this weird look on her face and said it was interesting.

“Ok, but you can’t just say that and not give me details.” You demanded, trying to figure out why she looked both pleased and scared at the same time.

“I-I-…well, I, uh, kinda got roped into a side gig and helped possibly save some lives?” Charlie replied impishly, a smile spreading across her face.

You stared at her dumbfounded. The percolator hissed next to you, the red light dimming to indicate it was done. Neither of you moved.

“What are you talking about?” You hissed, eyeing the door to the break room to make sure no one was nearby.

“Well, you know that I had my Larping event this weekend, right?” Charlie waited for you to nod. “It kinda turned dark, and a couple people died, but then I freed a fairy from a curse, and…”

“Charlie,” you cut in, your eyes growing wider by the second, “people died? You sound insane, you know that?” You watched her ponder that while looking a bit embarrassed. “And a fairy! You mean someone larping as a fairy, right?”

“No…” Her voice squeaked a little as she trailed off.

“But there’s no such thing as fairies!”

“Well, that’s not true, you’ve just never seen one. Dean told me this fairy was totally different from the last one he fought off.”

“Who is Dean?” You racked your brain, but that definitely wasn’t someone she had mentioned before.

“Oh, Dean? Well, him and his brother, Sam, they, well…” Charlie twisted a strand of her hair around her finger. “They, uh, save people from bad things.”

“Like fairies?” You asked incredulously.

“No, fairies are good! This one was just bound by a spell to hurt others.”

Your brain was about to explode. Charlie was smiling at you like she had taken a hit of acid, and you were about to ask her if that was actually the case, when your manager walked in and asked if the coffee was done. Figuring that it wasn’t smart to talk nonsense in front of others, you poured yourself a cup while Charlie chatted with the manager about the meeting later that afternoon.  

Even though you were kitty corner from Charlie, you both got pulled into different projects and didn’t talk for the rest of the day. On your lunch break, you did a search for fairies that led you down a rabbit hole of conspiracy theories and people who had seen spirits in their basements. Half of it sounded batshit crazy. But you had known Charlie for almost 6 months now, and she wasn’t one to overexaggerate things. At least, you didn’t think so.

Waiting by the elevators for Charlie to finish her work and walk down with you, you debated whether to bring this all up again. It was too early in the friendship for you to consider calling a professional for a psych exam, but at the same time, you were concerned that something was really wrong.

Before you could decide what you wanted to do, Charlie snuck up next to you, bumped your hip, and grinned.

“I did something.” She teased. There was a glint in her eye that you had only seen once before. And that night had ended very badly.

“What?” You groaned, pressing the ‘down’ button to call the elevator.

“I sorta asked Sam and Dean if they could let me know the next time they were nearby. And then we can all get drinks.”

“You want me to get drinks with the people you claim hunt evil?” You leveled her with a look you usually gave your dog when he was getting into something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Well, it occurred to me at lunch, that you have been struggling to find someone, and Dean is very cute and very single…”

“Charlie!” You shrieked. Thankfully, you were alone in the elevator, so no one was going to come running at the sound of your panic. “You just said “next time he is in town”. Which means he doesn’t live here. Why would I want to go on a date with someone I can’t see regularly?”

“Trust me,” Charlie continued, like there was no room for argument. “You’re gonna love him.”

Begrudgingly, you had to admit that Charlie had been right.

Dean Winchester was, in fact, a lot more than just cute.  

You were sitting down in a booth when the Winchesters arrived, which only emphasized their height. For a second, you thought they were strangers that had come to tell you they had just backed into your car. But when Charlie saw them, she squealed and jumped out of the booth. The taller one was smiling, his hair falling into his eyes as he leaned over to embrace her. When Charlie moved to hug the other one, you noticed he was a little stiffer, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He also whispered something into her ear. Charlie beamed and nodded.

Charlie introduced you, then grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him to the bar. Before you could call after her, Dean slid across from you and crossed his arms over the table.

“Hey.” This smile was different than the one he had given Charlie. You also didn’t miss his eyes grazing over your body.  

“Hi.” You picked up your drink and tried not to shudder. Even though he was incredibly good looking, he was coming on way too strong.   

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Charlie.” Dean’s tongue flicked over his lips like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

“Like what?” You asked, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Uh, well, she said that you guys worked together. So, you must be good with computers.”

“Well, it is a software company. I would hope that they hired competent staff.” You delivered sarcastically.

Dean blinked quickly, and then looked over at the bar and shifted in his seat. He glanced at you again.

“How long you guys known each other?”

“Since she started.”

With a sigh, Dean started drumming his fingers on the table. It was obvious that he didn’t usually get this much resistance and was mentally trying to figure out what to do next.

“You, uh, need a refill?” Dean offered, pointing at your glass.

“Nah, I’m good.” You sipped at your drink as Dean slid off the bench and made his way to the bar. He made a direct beeline for Charlie and Sam, and a smile tugged at your face. He might be cocky, but he folded like a cheap suit when he was challenged. And that was highly entertaining.

You pretended not to watch Dean converse with Charlie. He seemed a little irritated, especially when Charlie shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. They exchanged some more words while Sam sat between them looking miserable. Suddenly, all three of them glanced at you. Before you could choose whether to ignore them or stare back, Dean was crossing the room with a beer bottle in his hand.

“Everything alright?” You questioned sweetly.

“Oh, yeah.” Dean waved his hand and scoffed. “Just a little friendly teasing.”

“Ah, okay.”

Dean had apparently decided to take a different approach and seemed to be quietly waiting for you to show interest. You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of striking up a conversation, so you let your eyes graze over the bar. Still, you could feel his blood pressure rising as the silence stretched on.

“You, uh, know how to play pool?”

“Nope.” You replied simply.

“I could teach you if you…”

“Nah,” you interjected. “Not interested.”

With tight knuckles, Dean brought his beer to his lips. He didn’t even try to be subtle about the glare he shot in Charlie’s direction. Pressure was building in the back of your throat and chest from holding down your laughter. You weren’t sure if you could keep it reined in much longer. From inside your purse, your phone trilled with a notification.

“Sorry.” You grabbed your phone and woke up the screen. It was from Charlie.

Stop toying with him! You’re being mean.

“Wait.” Dean said slowly as you tried to rearrange your face to hide the giggle that was bubbling. “I know that tune.”

Now it was your turn to look a little stunned.

“I doubt it.” You told him as your pulse began to quicken.

“No, no, it’s…it’s right there.” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Your phone was long forgotten in your hand as you watched him think.

With a snap of his fingers, his eyes lit up, and he said the name of your favorite anime. One that you had been convinced was obscure enough that no one would ever link you to it. Your jaw went slack.

“You know about that show?” You blurted out.

“Know it? I was just watching it last night!”

Both of you stared at each other in awe. Now you felt a little bad about messing around with him. Maybe he wasn’t just the charming bad boy that you had painted him as.

“Have you seen the whole thing?” You wondered hesitantly.

“I’m close, got a few more episodes before I finish it.” Dean’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and your stomach twisted in delight.

Abandoning your teasing, you and Dean talked for almost two hours. You had forgotten what it was like to discuss something you enjoyed and not try to hide your inner geek. Even after the conversation shifted away from the show, you could feel the connection between you strengthening. It almost felt like time stilled around you. When Charlie walked over and asked if you were ready to go, you stared at her because you had genuinely forgotten she was there.

Dean was quick to ask if you wanted to exchange numbers. There was no hesitation in grabbing his phone and typing in your info. Charlie stood over the table grinning. Part of you wanted to give her crap for whatever she had told Dean this was. The other part was hoping that one day you’d be thankful she introduced the two of you.

Both of you stood and Dean leaned in first to give you a hug. Cedarwood and leather filled your nose, making you want to pull him even closer so the smell would linger. Just as you were starting to pull away, Dean tightened his grip and put his cheek up against your ear.

“Next time I see you,” he whispered, “I’m getting back at you for tormenting me.”

Your stomach dropped out from under you. It took your limbs a little longer to return to your side once Dean had shifted to hug Charlie goodbye. Sam gave you a quizzical look before waving goodbye and heading towards the door with his brother.

“So, it went well?” Charlie asked excitedly. You were watching the boys leave, and Dean turned and threw a wink over his shoulder before the door closed.

Face flushed, you looked over at your friend. “I am in serious trouble.”

Please like, comment, and/or reblog if you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

dividers by @diviniyae

[wendichester]

beaks, thank you so much for writing this for me 🥹🩷 it was genuinely so sweet and cute, and i loved every second of reader (aka me) making dean sweat. you know i’d never let that man get away with laying the charm on that thick without giving him a hard time first, so watching him slowly lose confidence and run back to charlie for help was perfect. i loved their little connection at the end too. this was adorable and so incredibly me. thank you, baby 🩷

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I'm so glad you liked it sweets!

At first, I was like "how would Dean show he is interested?" and got all caught up in that. Then I was like "wait, Liv would not let him do his normal thing" and then the rest of it spilled out.

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

Hi guys! I'm finding my groove and can't decide if I should write it out completely or do multiple parts. Let me know your thoughts! What is your preference when you're reading a fic?

I want to read the whole thint, beginning-middle-end, no matter how long

I want a cliffhanger and multiple parts!

Something Else (leave a comment)

Voting ended onJul 14

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

i saw the requests post and couldn't miss it 🤭 how about charlie pairing up her very single friend with a very emotionally constipated hunter? just dean flirting shamelessly because reader is a cutie and he has the full green light from charlie to lay it on thick ☝🏻🙂‍↕️

i love you and it's incredibly awesome to have you back 🩷

Just Give Me A Second

Summary: When your friend Charlie pulls you into the orbit of Dean Winchester, you have a choice to make: fall for his charm, or give him a run for his money.

Contents: Dean + Reader, strangers to friends, Charlie is an innocent wing woman just trying to help her friends out, teasing, flirting, drinking, awkward silences, and plotting revenge.

Note: This was written completely with you in mind, Liv. I hope you find all my little nuggets. It's funny to me that I had the first part written in about an hour, and then struggled for three days before a good idea came to me. But it is fun and cute and I hope you like it!

The first time you heard the name Dean Winchester, you weren’t quite sure what to think.

You didn’t know why Charlie brought him up in the first place. Both of you had been hanging out by the coffee pot, not willing to leave and risk losing claim to the first fresh cup that was currently brewing. Charlie asked about your weekend, which was completely uneventful, and when you inquired back, she got this weird look on her face and said it was interesting.

“Ok, but you can’t just say that and not give me details.” You demanded, trying to figure out why she looked both pleased and scared at the same time.

“I-I-…well, I, uh, kinda got roped into a side gig and helped possibly save some lives?” Charlie replied impishly, a smile spreading across her face.

You stared at her dumbfounded. The percolator hissed next to you, the red light dimming to indicate it was done. Neither of you moved.

“What are you talking about?” You hissed, eyeing the door to the break room to make sure no one was nearby.

“Well, you know that I had my Larping event this weekend, right?” Charlie waited for you to nod. “It kinda turned dark, and a couple people died, but then I freed a fairy from a curse, and…”

“Charlie,” you cut in, your eyes growing wider by the second, “people died? You sound insane, you know that?” You watched her ponder that while looking a bit embarrassed. “And a fairy! You mean someone larping as a fairy, right?”

“No…” Her voice squeaked a little as she trailed off.

“But there’s no such thing as fairies!”

“Well, that’s not true, you’ve just never seen one. Dean told me this fairy was totally different from the last one he fought off.”

“Who is Dean?” You racked your brain, but that definitely wasn’t someone she had mentioned before.

“Oh, Dean? Well, him and his brother, Sam, they, well…” Charlie twisted a strand of her hair around her finger. “They, uh, save people from bad things.”

“Like fairies?” You asked incredulously.

“No, fairies are good! This one was just bound by a spell to hurt others.”

Your brain was about to explode. Charlie was smiling at you like she had taken a hit of acid, and you were about to ask her if that was actually the case, when your manager walked in and asked if the coffee was done. Figuring that it wasn’t smart to talk nonsense in front of others, you poured yourself a cup while Charlie chatted with the manager about the meeting later that afternoon.  

Even though you were kitty corner from Charlie, you both got pulled into different projects and didn’t talk for the rest of the day. On your lunch break, you did a search for fairies that led you down a rabbit hole of conspiracy theories and people who had seen spirits in their basements. Half of it sounded batshit crazy. But you had known Charlie for almost 6 months now, and she wasn’t one to overexaggerate things. At least, you didn’t think so.

Waiting by the elevators for Charlie to finish her work and walk down with you, you debated whether to bring this all up again. It was too early in the friendship for you to consider calling a professional for a psych exam, but at the same time, you were concerned that something was really wrong.

Before you could decide what you wanted to do, Charlie snuck up next to you, bumped your hip, and grinned.

“I did something.” She teased. There was a glint in her eye that you had only seen once before. And that night had ended very badly.

“What?” You groaned, pressing the ‘down’ button to call the elevator.

“I sorta asked Sam and Dean if they could let me know the next time they were nearby. And then we can all get drinks.”

“You want me to get drinks with the people you claim hunt evil?” You leveled her with a look you usually gave your dog when he was getting into something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Well, it occurred to me at lunch, that you have been struggling to find someone, and Dean is very cute and very single…”

“Charlie!” You shrieked. Thankfully, you were alone in the elevator, so no one was going to come running at the sound of your panic. “You just said “next time he is in town”. Which means he doesn’t live here. Why would I want to go on a date with someone I can’t see regularly?”

“Trust me,” Charlie continued, like there was no room for argument. “You’re gonna love him.”

Begrudgingly, you had to admit that Charlie had been right.

Dean Winchester was, in fact, a lot more than just cute.  

You were sitting down in a booth when the Winchesters arrived, which only emphasized their height. For a second, you thought they were strangers that had come to tell you they had just backed into your car. But when Charlie saw them, she squealed and jumped out of the booth. The taller one was smiling, his hair falling into his eyes as he leaned over to embrace her. When Charlie moved to hug the other one, you noticed he was a little stiffer, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He also whispered something into her ear. Charlie beamed and nodded.

Charlie introduced you, then grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him to the bar. Before you could call after her, Dean slid across from you and crossed his arms over the table.

“Hey.” This smile was different than the one he had given Charlie. You also didn’t miss his eyes grazing over your body.  

“Hi.” You picked up your drink and tried not to shudder. Even though he was incredibly good looking, he was coming on way too strong.   

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Charlie.” Dean’s tongue flicked over his lips like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

“Like what?” You asked, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Uh, well, she said that you guys worked together. So, you must be good with computers.”

“Well, it is a software company. I would hope that they hired competent staff.” You delivered sarcastically.

Dean blinked quickly, and then looked over at the bar and shifted in his seat. He glanced at you again.

“How long you guys known each other?”

“Since she started.”

With a sigh, Dean started drumming his fingers on the table. It was obvious that he didn’t usually get this much resistance and was mentally trying to figure out what to do next.

“You, uh, need a refill?” Dean offered, pointing at your glass.

“Nah, I’m good.” You sipped at your drink as Dean slid off the bench and made his way to the bar. He made a direct beeline for Charlie and Sam, and a smile tugged at your face. He might be cocky, but he folded like a cheap suit when he was challenged. And that was highly entertaining.

You pretended not to watch Dean converse with Charlie. He seemed a little irritated, especially when Charlie shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. They exchanged some more words while Sam sat between them looking miserable. Suddenly, all three of them glanced at you. Before you could choose whether to ignore them or stare back, Dean was crossing the room with a beer bottle in his hand.

“Everything alright?” You questioned sweetly.

“Oh, yeah.” Dean waved his hand and scoffed. “Just a little friendly teasing.”

“Ah, okay.”

Dean had apparently decided to take a different approach and seemed to be quietly waiting for you to show interest. You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of striking up a conversation, so you let your eyes graze over the bar. Still, you could feel his blood pressure rising as the silence stretched on.

“You, uh, know how to play pool?”

“Nope.” You replied simply.

“I could teach you if you…”

“Nah,” you interjected. “Not interested.”

With tight knuckles, Dean brought his beer to his lips. He didn’t even try to be subtle about the glare he shot in Charlie’s direction. Pressure was building in the back of your throat and chest from holding down your laughter. You weren’t sure if you could keep it reined in much longer. From inside your purse, your phone trilled with a notification.

“Sorry.” You grabbed your phone and woke up the screen. It was from Charlie.

Stop toying with him! You’re being mean.

“Wait.” Dean said slowly as you tried to rearrange your face to hide the giggle that was bubbling. “I know that tune.”

Now it was your turn to look a little stunned.

“I doubt it.” You told him as your pulse began to quicken.

“No, no, it’s…it’s right there.” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Your phone was long forgotten in your hand as you watched him think.

With a snap of his fingers, his eyes lit up, and he said the name of your favorite anime. One that you had been convinced was obscure enough that no one would ever link you to it. Your jaw went slack.

“You know about that show?” You blurted out.

“Know it? I was just watching it last night!”

Both of you stared at each other in awe. Now you felt a little bad about messing around with him. Maybe he wasn’t just the charming bad boy that you had painted him as.

“Have you seen the whole thing?” You wondered hesitantly.

“I’m close, got a few more episodes before I finish it.” Dean’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and your stomach twisted in delight.

Abandoning your teasing, you and Dean talked for almost two hours. You had forgotten what it was like to discuss something you enjoyed and not try to hide your inner geek. Even after the conversation shifted away from the show, you could feel the connection between you strengthening. It almost felt like time stilled around you. When Charlie walked over and asked if you were ready to go, you stared at her because you had genuinely forgotten she was there.

Dean was quick to ask if you wanted to exchange numbers. There was no hesitation in grabbing his phone and typing in your info. Charlie stood over the table grinning. Part of you wanted to give her crap for whatever she had told Dean this was. The other part was hoping that one day you’d be thankful she introduced the two of you.

Both of you stood and Dean leaned in first to give you a hug. Cedarwood and leather filled your nose, making you want to pull him even closer so the smell would linger. Just as you were starting to pull away, Dean tightened his grip and put his cheek up against your ear.

“Next time I see you,” he whispered, “I’m getting back at you for tormenting me.”

Your stomach dropped out from under you. It took your limbs a little longer to return to your side once Dean had shifted to hug Charlie goodbye. Sam gave you a quizzical look before waving goodbye and heading towards the door with his brother.

“So, it went well?” Charlie asked excitedly. You were watching the boys leave, and Dean turned and threw a wink over his shoulder before the door closed.

Face flushed, you looked over at your friend. “I am in serious trouble.”

Please like, comment, and/or reblog if you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

dividers by @diviniyae

[rizlowwritessortof]

This is so cute, Beaks - loved it! 🤭🥰

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

Thanks so much Riz! Its fun to write sassy protagonists that bring out humor with Dean.

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

i saw the requests post and couldn't miss it 🤭 how about charlie pairing up her very single friend with a very emotionally constipated hunter? just dean flirting shamelessly because reader is a cutie and he has the full green light from charlie to lay it on thick ☝🏻🙂‍↕️

i love you and it's incredibly awesome to have you back 🩷

Just Give Me A Second

Summary: When your friend Charlie pulls you into the orbit of Dean Winchester, you have a choice to make: fall for his charm, or give him a run for his money.

Contents: Dean + Reader, strangers to friends, Charlie is an innocent wing woman just trying to help her friends out, teasing, flirting, drinking, awkward silences, and plotting revenge.

Note: This was written completely with you in mind, Liv. I hope you find all my little nuggets. It's funny to me that I had the first part written in about an hour, and then struggled for three days before a good idea came to me. But it is fun and cute and I hope you like it!

The first time you heard the name Dean Winchester, you weren’t quite sure what to think.

You didn’t know why Charlie brought him up in the first place. Both of you had been hanging out by the coffee pot, not willing to leave and risk losing claim to the first fresh cup that was currently brewing. Charlie asked about your weekend, which was completely uneventful, and when you inquired back, she got this weird look on her face and said it was interesting.

“Ok, but you can’t just say that and not give me details.” You demanded, trying to figure out why she looked both pleased and scared at the same time.

“I-I-…well, I, uh, kinda got roped into a side gig and helped possibly save some lives?” Charlie replied impishly, a smile spreading across her face.

You stared at her dumbfounded. The percolator hissed next to you, the red light dimming to indicate it was done. Neither of you moved.

“What are you talking about?” You hissed, eyeing the door to the break room to make sure no one was nearby.

“Well, you know that I had my Larping event this weekend, right?” Charlie waited for you to nod. “It kinda turned dark, and a couple people died, but then I freed a fairy from a curse, and…”

“Charlie,” you cut in, your eyes growing wider by the second, “people died? You sound insane, you know that?” You watched her ponder that while looking a bit embarrassed. “And a fairy! You mean someone larping as a fairy, right?”

“No…” Her voice squeaked a little as she trailed off.

“But there’s no such thing as fairies!”

“Well, that’s not true, you’ve just never seen one. Dean told me this fairy was totally different from the last one he fought off.”

“Who is Dean?” You racked your brain, but that definitely wasn’t someone she had mentioned before.

“Oh, Dean? Well, him and his brother, Sam, they, well…” Charlie twisted a strand of her hair around her finger. “They, uh, save people from bad things.”

“Like fairies?” You asked incredulously.

“No, fairies are good! This one was just bound by a spell to hurt others.”

Your brain was about to explode. Charlie was smiling at you like she had taken a hit of acid, and you were about to ask her if that was actually the case, when your manager walked in and asked if the coffee was done. Figuring that it wasn’t smart to talk nonsense in front of others, you poured yourself a cup while Charlie chatted with the manager about the meeting later that afternoon.  

Even though you were kitty corner from Charlie, you both got pulled into different projects and didn’t talk for the rest of the day. On your lunch break, you did a search for fairies that led you down a rabbit hole of conspiracy theories and people who had seen spirits in their basements. Half of it sounded batshit crazy. But you had known Charlie for almost 6 months now, and she wasn’t one to overexaggerate things. At least, you didn’t think so.

Waiting by the elevators for Charlie to finish her work and walk down with you, you debated whether to bring this all up again. It was too early in the friendship for you to consider calling a professional for a psych exam, but at the same time, you were concerned that something was really wrong.

Before you could decide what you wanted to do, Charlie snuck up next to you, bumped your hip, and grinned.

“I did something.” She teased. There was a glint in her eye that you had only seen once before. And that night had ended very badly.

“What?” You groaned, pressing the ‘down’ button to call the elevator.

“I sorta asked Sam and Dean if they could let me know the next time they were nearby. And then we can all get drinks.”

“You want me to get drinks with the people you claim hunt evil?” You leveled her with a look you usually gave your dog when he was getting into something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Well, it occurred to me at lunch, that you have been struggling to find someone, and Dean is very cute and very single…”

“Charlie!” You shrieked. Thankfully, you were alone in the elevator, so no one was going to come running at the sound of your panic. “You just said “next time he is in town”. Which means he doesn’t live here. Why would I want to go on a date with someone I can’t see regularly?”

“Trust me,” Charlie continued, like there was no room for argument. “You’re gonna love him.”

Begrudgingly, you had to admit that Charlie had been right.

Dean Winchester was, in fact, a lot more than just cute.  

You were sitting down in a booth when the Winchesters arrived, which only emphasized their height. For a second, you thought they were strangers that had come to tell you they had just backed into your car. But when Charlie saw them, she squealed and jumped out of the booth. The taller one was smiling, his hair falling into his eyes as he leaned over to embrace her. When Charlie moved to hug the other one, you noticed he was a little stiffer, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He also whispered something into her ear. Charlie beamed and nodded.

Charlie introduced you, then grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him to the bar. Before you could call after her, Dean slid across from you and crossed his arms over the table.

“Hey.” This smile was different than the one he had given Charlie. You also didn’t miss his eyes grazing over your body.  

“Hi.” You picked up your drink and tried not to shudder. Even though he was incredibly good looking, he was coming on way too strong.   

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Charlie.” Dean’s tongue flicked over his lips like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

“Like what?” You asked, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Uh, well, she said that you guys worked together. So, you must be good with computers.”

“Well, it is a software company. I would hope that they hired competent staff.” You delivered sarcastically.

Dean blinked quickly, and then looked over at the bar and shifted in his seat. He glanced at you again.

“How long you guys known each other?”

“Since she started.”

With a sigh, Dean started drumming his fingers on the table. It was obvious that he didn’t usually get this much resistance and was mentally trying to figure out what to do next.

“You, uh, need a refill?” Dean offered, pointing at your glass.

“Nah, I’m good.” You sipped at your drink as Dean slid off the bench and made his way to the bar. He made a direct beeline for Charlie and Sam, and a smile tugged at your face. He might be cocky, but he folded like a cheap suit when he was challenged. And that was highly entertaining.

You pretended not to watch Dean converse with Charlie. He seemed a little irritated, especially when Charlie shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. They exchanged some more words while Sam sat between them looking miserable. Suddenly, all three of them glanced at you. Before you could choose whether to ignore them or stare back, Dean was crossing the room with a beer bottle in his hand.

“Everything alright?” You questioned sweetly.

“Oh, yeah.” Dean waved his hand and scoffed. “Just a little friendly teasing.”

“Ah, okay.”

Dean had apparently decided to take a different approach and seemed to be quietly waiting for you to show interest. You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of striking up a conversation, so you let your eyes graze over the bar. Still, you could feel his blood pressure rising as the silence stretched on.

“You, uh, know how to play pool?”

“Nope.” You replied simply.

“I could teach you if you…”

“Nah,” you interjected. “Not interested.”

With tight knuckles, Dean brought his beer to his lips. He didn’t even try to be subtle about the glare he shot in Charlie’s direction. Pressure was building in the back of your throat and chest from holding down your laughter. You weren’t sure if you could keep it reined in much longer. From inside your purse, your phone trilled with a notification.

“Sorry.” You grabbed your phone and woke up the screen. It was from Charlie.

Stop toying with him! You’re being mean.

“Wait.” Dean said slowly as you tried to rearrange your face to hide the giggle that was bubbling. “I know that tune.”

Now it was your turn to look a little stunned.

“I doubt it.” You told him as your pulse began to quicken.

“No, no, it’s…it’s right there.” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Your phone was long forgotten in your hand as you watched him think.

With a snap of his fingers, his eyes lit up, and he said the name of your favorite anime. One that you had been convinced was obscure enough that no one would ever link you to it. Your jaw went slack.

“You know about that show?” You blurted out.

“Know it? I was just watching it last night!”

Both of you stared at each other in awe. Now you felt a little bad about messing around with him. Maybe he wasn’t just the charming bad boy that you had painted him as.

“Have you seen the whole thing?” You wondered hesitantly.

“I’m close, got a few more episodes before I finish it.” Dean’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and your stomach twisted in delight.

Abandoning your teasing, you and Dean talked for almost two hours. You had forgotten what it was like to discuss something you enjoyed and not try to hide your inner geek. Even after the conversation shifted away from the show, you could feel the connection between you strengthening. It almost felt like time stilled around you. When Charlie walked over and asked if you were ready to go, you stared at her because you had genuinely forgotten she was there.

Dean was quick to ask if you wanted to exchange numbers. There was no hesitation in grabbing his phone and typing in your info. Charlie stood over the table grinning. Part of you wanted to give her crap for whatever she had told Dean this was. The other part was hoping that one day you’d be thankful she introduced the two of you.

Both of you stood and Dean leaned in first to give you a hug. Cedarwood and leather filled your nose, making you want to pull him even closer so the smell would linger. Just as you were starting to pull away, Dean tightened his grip and put his cheek up against your ear.

“Next time I see you,” he whispered, “I’m getting back at you for tormenting me.”

Your stomach dropped out from under you. It took your limbs a little longer to return to your side once Dean had shifted to hug Charlie goodbye. Sam gave you a quizzical look before waving goodbye and heading towards the door with his brother.

“So, it went well?” Charlie asked excitedly. You were watching the boys leave, and Dean turned and threw a wink over his shoulder before the door closed.

Face flushed, you looked over at your friend. “I am in serious trouble.”

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dividers by @diviniyae

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hi hi hi!!

please let me know if this isn't specific enough!!

but i'd really like more of your sam angst, i am in love with the way you write him & i really loved the fic about him defending reader in the bar + when he was trying to find a demon who would make a deal with him after dean died 🥺

maybe an argument between him and reader, or placing them in a stressful situation thay causes an argument or something. literally i will be happy with whatever you come up with even if it's none of the above lol

literally just sam + angst = a v happy daisy ! xx

Even Then

Summary: You're convinced that Sam is never going to forgive you, until he explains things from his perspective.

Content: Sam x Reader, swearing, lying, mentions of reader being hurt and restrained on a hunt, angsty feelings, avoidance/silent treatment, uhhmmm idk if there are other warnings.

Note: Well, my dear @dontlistentodaisy, I hope this is angsty enough for you. I actually had a Sam x Reader fight that I've been struggling with for a couple months, and I thought I would make some edits and it would come out great. Instead, I went a whoooollleee different direction. I hope you like it. And thank you for saying you like how I write Sam, he doesn't come as easily to me as Dean does, but I love learning about his character and showing sides we might not have seen.

You were royally fucked.

It wasn’t just that you had taken on a hunt without backup, ended up being held hostage for four days because the spirit was a sadistic bastard, and then fractured your wrist in your haste to escape.

No, you were fucked because Sam Winchester had specifically told you not to go.

And now you had absolutely no idea if he would be pissed or relieved to see you.

To deepen the wound even more, you had called Dean when you finally got to a gas station with a phone. You could practically feel Sam simmering in the background as you asked the cashier where you were so that you could get picked up. Once Dean finally showed up (with no Sam riding shotgun), he waited a total of about ten minutes before asking why you had called him instead of Sam.

“Sam would have had to ask you to take the car.” You lied. “It was easier this way.” Dean hummed in acknowledgement, but you knew that he didn’t believe you. “Why…uh…why didn’t he come with?”

“He said he had something to finish up.” Dean offered, not taking his eyes off the road.

If you called him a liar, he would just throw it right back at you. So instead, neither of you talked the rest of the way home, which did nothing but build the dread in your gut. You debated delaying this further by having Dean take you to urgent care, but you knew the sooner you faced Sam, the sooner your anxiety would ease.

Once you got back to the bunker, Dean muttered something about being glad you were safe and then disappeared. Which left you to find Sam, because if you went straight to your room and hid from him, there was no chance in hell he was going to forgive you.

The public areas were empty, so he had to have gone into his room. Knowing Sam, it was to have as much privacy as possible. Waiting after you knocked on the door felt like hours instead of seconds. Your heart was hammering in your chest. Finally, you heard a response that you could enter.

Sam was sitting on the floor with his back against the foot of the bed, one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. Although he didn’t look up as you came in, you immediately noticed the layer of fuzz growing along his jaw. His torso was covered with a baggy sweatshirt and his hair looked limp and oily. You picked at the skin around your nails as you watched him, wincing with the movement of your bandaged wrist but continuing habitually. Did he want you to say something first? Or did he want to punish you by sitting in silence?   

“Are you hurt?” Sam finally asked.

“Some scratches,” you replied quietly, “and I screwed up my wrist pretty bad. Probably gonna need a cast.”

“Dean can take you in the morning.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that you knew Sam better than anyone, you would have brushed off the comment and chalked it up to him being busy. But there was ice behind his tone; this was the slow wind up before the pitch.

“Sam, I didn’t…” Your words got stuck in your throat. Pushing down the emotion that flooded you took tremendous effort. “I called Dean because I was scared.”

“Scared of me?” He asked gruffly.

“No, scared that you wouldn’t come pick me up.”

Finally, Sam looked up at you. His normally bright eyes were rimmed with red like he had been rubbing them repeatedly. It was difficult to read the expression on his face because you had never seen it before. Sam clambered to his feet and faced you squarely.

“If that was your first instinct,” Sam growled, “you clearly don’t know me very well.”

Before you could process what was happening, Sam stepped forward and herded you back to the door. Once you were out in the hall, he closed the door sharply, leaving you standing there with your mouth agape.

After the clock read 2 am, you decided that sleep was never going to come. When you closed your eyes, you either saw glimpses of your time tied up in the basement, or the deadpan look on Sam’s face as he kicked you out of his room. All you had wanted to do was hide from Sam’s anger, and instead, somehow you had made it worse. Never in your life had you seen Sam that upset. And you didn’t even get a chance to say hi or hug him like you had desperately wanted to.

For the rest of the morning, your thoughts raced. What you should have said instead. How you could make this better. The way that Sam would respond if you explained your logic for how things went down. You spiraled your way into a plan, and once you were one hundred and ten percent sure it couldn’t go wrong, you put it into action.

Dean didn’t seem all that surprised to find you sitting in the kitchen when he stumbled in. He thanked you for making coffee, but you were on your third cup and hyper focused on the plan. It was time to fix this and make it right. Sam had to come in here eventually, and you were gonna get down on your hands and knees and beg for his forgiveness.

When Sam finally arrived, in a tank top and basketball shorts with fresh sweat dripping down his neck, he barely glanced at you on his way to the fridge.

“Sam,” you started after a deep breath, “I know that this hasn’t been an easy week. And I just wanted to…”

Your voice trailed after Sam, who had grabbed a protein shake and immediately walked back out. No acknowledgement, no pause to hear what you had to say, he had just straight up ignored you. You sat there buffering like an old computer, trying to make sense of it.

It happened two other times that day. When you found Sam in an old records room digging through boxes, he mumbled that he found what he needed and promptly left empty handed. After lunch, you followed Dean out to the garage, despite his mantra that he didn’t need help, because you were desperate to talk to someone. Instead, Dean studiously avoided all your questions and under-handed comments, and when Sam paused in the doorway and met your eyes, he turned away instead of entering.

Dean offered to order pizza for dinner. Even though you were starving, the thought of food was enough to stir the nausea in your gut. Still, you hoped it might bring the three of you around a table, so you agreed and demanded Dean order extra olives for Sam. Twenty minutes later, you realized your effort was futile. Sam grabbed an apple off the counter and said he was going for a walk and wasn’t interested in pizza.

Anger flared through you as Sam headed out into the hallway. How could one man be so stubborn and refuse to look you in the eye? It wasn’t even like you had been avoiding him, he was enacting all this on you! The least he could do was tell you that he didn’t feel like talking or promise to work through it later.

You’d had enough of the silent treatment. Dean was smart enough to keep his mouth shut as you stormed after Sam. He ignored you yelling his name, and when the front door slammed shut, you cursed and ran back to your room to put on shoes.

“Samuel!” You screamed over the wind.

Finally, Sam chose to acknowledge you and stopped walking. His face was neutral as you marched towards him, but you could see his jaw tightening.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You gasped when you finally reached him. “I have to chase you down to get you to talk to me now?”

Sam shrugged his shoulders. It reminded you of a little kid who knew they had done something wrong but wouldn’t admit it. Part of you wanted to lecture him about his silence, but you also were ready for him to bolt, so you needed to be precise with your words.

“Fine, then just listen.” You exhaled and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you about going to Nebraska. It was stupid and reckless, and I got what I deserved by getting hurt and captured. And I should have called you first instead of Dean. But the entire time I was walking back to town, all I could think about was you saying “I told you so” and hanging up, and I couldn’t handle that. Not after everything that had already happened. So, I’m sorry.” Tears pricked at your eyes, your vision blurring. “And I really wish that you would just talk to me.”

Sam sighed heavily before closing the gap between you and placing his hands on your shoulders. You wanted to lean into him, but he was already opening his mouth to speak.

"I don't want an apology. I never did.” Sam shook his head. “I wanted you to understand what you did."

“I know what I did, Sam!” You exclaimed. “I screwed up!”

“That’s not what I mean.” Sam paused, his eyes flickering over your features. His hands slid down to your waist like he was trying to ground himself. “When you didn’t come back that night, I knew that you had gone to Nebraska. But I figured you would call me in the morning and either admit you shouldn’t have been alone or tell me how you kicked ass.” He smiled when you snorted through your nose. “Instead, you disappeared. If you hadn’t broken your phone, maybe you’d get it. I called you fifty times. I spent hours trying to trace your location. Dean was about to lock me in my room so that I didn’t just start driving aimlessly to find you.”

You watched Sam’s face twist with pain at the memory. He was right, maybe you would have realized how panicked he was if your phone hadn’t been smashed to bits.

“Then you call Dean and ask him to come get you? And waltz back in here like my whole world hadn’t been upside down for three days? I couldn’t…” Sam’s voice cracked. He swallowed and squeezed your hip. “I was angry. Because you clearly didn’t understand what I had just gone through. Here I am terrified I’ll never see you again, and you’re worried that I’m mad enough to leave you there? I would have gotten into a clown car if I had to. And yeah, the silent treatment probably wasn’t…”

Pushing up to your tip toes, you threw your arms around Sam’s neck, silencing him. He stilled briefly before wrapping you tightly in his hold. A tear slipped down your cheek. Sam’s breathing softened the longer you stood there in each other’s embrace.

“Sam,” you whispered into his neck, “the only thing that kept me functioning in that house was the thought of coming back here to you. I should have known that you would do anything you could to get me back. I never should have doubted you.”

“Don’t forget next time.” Sam replied, squeezing you around the middle.

“Next time!” You shrieked, pulling back and smacking his chest. Sam was desperately trying to hide his laughter. “Sam, I swear to…”

Sam grabbed the back of your neck before you could finish and kissed you feverishly. You melted against him, the anger already dissipating, because no matter what happened next, you knew that Sam would be there.

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Dividers by @easytiger-xo

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Hey Everyone!

Anyone got requests? Maybe a song lyric or quote that you've always loved and could be a scenario? You can see my request guidelines here.

I'm a bit more settled now, and trying to ease back into writing. Having a set topic might help.

Thank you for engaging with my stories. I appreciate all of you!

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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.

[beakaleak32]

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.

No Pressure Tags: @wendichester @aseafullofstars @dontlistentodaisy @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @rizlowwritessortof

You can find my writing at @twowaywardorphansjournal. I do take requests!

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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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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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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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