âThereâll be peace when you are doneâ

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âThereâll be peace when you are doneâ
Well, thanks for stopping by, Charlie. Always wanted to get Tron-ed.
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i wont be madâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.i am Passing Away
not to be insane on main but s1 dean is like. heâs like âkids are vulnerable to things adults say. i know this because i was a kid once, so i will treat every child i meet carefully and paternally, i will give them the kind of care i never gotâ while at the same time being like âyes no kid deserves the shit i went through except me who absolutely deserved it this is a normal way of thinking i donât need therapyâ :/
Imagine...Dean & His Babies
Pairing: Daddy!Dean x reader
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Drunk confessions.
A/N : This is my small contribution to Jordanâs ( @carryonmywaywardcaptainâ ) challenge and Iâm so proud to have finished it way before deadline. I combined two prompts and you will find them highlighted in the story.
Pairing : Dean x Reader (written in third person ).
Warnings : Angsty and fluffy. We have drunkness, self doubt, questioning life choices and Dean being the sweetest human being alive.
Summary : She really needs someone who will be honest and true  and who better than him.
Word Count : 2313.
This is unbetaâd so everything you find wrong, is my fault.
Pics found on google and Pinterest.Â
She hates how the door of the bunker is so heavy and she canât just kick it shut. That would take some of the edge off.
Relax her a little.
If she were able to channel her anger to that big, metal door maybe she would feel calmer, more in control. But she canât even do that.
All those years ago, the Men of Letters hadnât anticipated the fact that she would need to use that door as an outlet for her anger so they had made it as sturdy and protective as they should have.
Fucking assholes.
So, she pushes it with all her strength till it closes, Â not really making the desired noise she would want it to make, tough.
Gripping the rails in front of her, she steadies herself for a few seconds. She doesnât let go of them till she sees that her knuckles have turned white.
Exhaling and descending the steps, she can hear her boots echo loudly as she takes them one by one. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs she just stands there, her head bent low.
She really doesnât want to cry.
She doesnât want to waste even one single tear on that douchebag. But deep inside her she canât help but wonder what âqualityâ she possesses that seems to attract all the wrong men to her.
What vibe does she give off and sheâs a magnet for fuck boys.
And even more so, why she keeps falling for them?
Sheâs a strong woman.
Fearless, independent.
Sheâs a fucking hunter for fuckâs sake.
She can take on monsters, she can beat up men twice her size, she can handle almost every weapon with skill.
And yetâŠ
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one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when youâre in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where theyâre sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as theyâre walking past you. and i think maybe love isnât made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that itâs made up of the little things. the little things that say iâm here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that thereâs no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy
Bring It On Home
Summary: Letâs pretend Dean wouldnât be terrified to welcome love into his life, or heâs confident that he can protect it.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Warnings: explicit, Established relationship, flangst, comfort, handsy Dean
Words: 1207
Authorâs notes: @boondoctorwhoâ asked for this weeks ago and I had my head too far up my ass with Kink Bingo and family drama. This was a coming home of sorts for me, so I hope it translated to Dean.
This also fulfills my prompt for @rockhoochieââs 1k Follower Challenge. Congrats, friend! My prompt was the song âCase Of Youâ by Joni Mitchell. Lyrics in italics.
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Hairbrush
This is my first foray into fanfic, thanks in advance for any critiques or advice!! Could really take place any time, but I envisioned it taking place in the earlier seasons.
Title: Hairbrush
Pairing: Dean X Reader
Word Count: 722
Summary: Fluff where Dean helps an injured (long haired) reader
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The Promise
Square Filled: Cowgirl
Characters: Sam x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sam has lost Dean to hell, and the grief seems like more than he can bear. The only comfort he has is the reader and her love for him.
Word Count: 1897
A/N: I am reposting this because the first time I posted it I was dumb and didnât put it on my Kink Bingo Masterlist and now I cannot find it on my blog no matter how many searches I do. Iâm not tagging anybody this time. Youâre probably tired of my tags by now anyway. Iâm determined to black out my kink card and Iâm an eleventh hour kind of girl
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Sam refused to let you come with them. He wouldnât budge, and Dean backed him up on it. Neither of them wanted you to see Dean get dragged to hell. That left you alone in the motel room to wrestle with your emotions, and you were having a hard time dealing. You fought to keep the tears that stung the back of your eyes from falling.Â
This couldnât be happening. The life of a hunter was the stuff of nightmares. Youâd grown up knowing that. You had been raised in the life just like the Winchester boys, but this was something beyond what a hunter was expected to endure. You were losing a friend, a brother.
Dean hadnât warmed up to you immediately when youâd joined forces with them. Even Bobbyâs recommendation wasnât enough to bring you into the fold. Dean was wary and cautious. Doing what he did, it was wise to be that way. Only when he saw the way you helped Sam through his grief for Jessica and brought a smile back to his little brotherâs face, did Dean accept you.Â
Once a person had Deanâs loyalty, or his love, it was an unwavering thing. Youâd been with him when Sam died. That almost tore you apart because you were falling in love with Sam then, but for Dean it was worse. He couldnât accept losing Sam, so heâd traded his life for him.Â
For months, Sam had tried to find a way to get Dean out of this deal but couldnât. Now Sam would face a future knowing his brother was in hell so he could live. Helping him move on after losing Jessica was one thing, but losing Dean? Losing him like this? You werenât sure that was a pain that could ever heal.
There was a bottle of whiskey on the table. Youâd gone to the liquor store in a desperate search for anything that might help. So far, the bottle was just sitting there. You resisted the urge to down a few shots because you knew you had to hold yourself together for Sam. You had promised Dean you would take care of him. The look in his green eyes told you that Dean knew you loved his brother even if you hadnât said it, and he was counting on that love.
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A Soft Place
Square Filled: Fuck Buddies
Characters: Sam x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sam and the reader have gotten closer over the past few months but not as close as sheâd like.
Word Count: 2359
Created for @spnkinkbingo
There was one room in the bunker that was her favorite among all the others. She had discovered it approximately two weeks after moving into the secret Winchester headquarters. At first, sheâd been amazed that there was still so much of this building they called home that the brothers were unaware of, but upon further reflection she realized theyâd been far too busy with monsters and other cosmic forces to pay that much attention to where they lived.
Those responsibilities werenât hers. She had the luxury of time to discover many of the bunkerâs secrets that the boysâ ever present sense of duty had not allowed them to find. She also had a restlessness caused by that same lack of purpose, which they lacked, that resulted in them missing out on many of the bunkerâs hidden nooks.Â
One of those was the room she sought out tonight on one of her many sleepless nights. Sheâd come to think of it as her refuge. Y/N was lucky; she knew that. Were it not for Sam and Dean, her life would have been brought to an early end by a vengeful spirit. Her life was threatened when sheâd taken on another, in a series, of what amounted to fairly well paid odd jobs as the caretaker at the estate of a wealthy antiques dealer while he was on another buying trip to Europe. It was there she had her run in with the angry ghost.
After saving her, the Winchesters had recognized something of a kindred spirit in her and taken her in. She was a little lost in the world with no family and few meaningful or long lasting ties, yet something within her longed for, even at times understood and believed there was something more.Â
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Mediterranean Pleasure
Square Filled: Barebacking
Characters: Jared x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags: oral (female receiving)
Summary: Jared doesnât ask for much. When he does want something, the reader is going to give it to him.
Word Count: 2164
Created for @spnkinkbingo
The night was warm and a gentle breeze was blowing in from the Mediterranean. Candles glowed around the veranda, casting a warm light into Jaredâs eyes and turning them a soft amber brown highlighted with gold. His dimples deepened around his mouth as he smiled at you. He was dressed all in white, and the collar of his shirt was opened in a deep V down his chest, revealing a glimpse of the dark patch of hair there. His sleeves were rolled up, perfectly accentuating the golden skin of his strong forearms.
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Sinful Sunday: Make It Up To Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dom!Dean Winchester x Sub!female!reader
Word Count: 603
Warnings: smut, d/s, spanking, toys, restraints, safewords
Heâd warned you about it before and you knew you should have listened, even if you managed to get the job done. It was only a spirit hunt, a creepy child ghost, and youâd honestly believed Dean wouldnât be that bothered. When you returned triumphantly, expecting praise, youâd received it from Sam, but Dean was another story altogether.
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If Only: Chapter 1
Summary:Â When you get an invite from your family to go see them you refuse because they are always on your ass about being single. So what if Dean says he will pretend to be yours?Â
Warnings: none for this chapter!
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Wordcount: 1300
A/N: Iâve had this fic idea for such a long time, that was until @jay-and-deanâ put me in a situation where i HAD to write it! Thank you so much for encouraging me and uhm⊠a very happy (VERY early) Christmas my babe, I hope you and everyone else likes it :) xxx
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