From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become your life.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Word Count: 2094
Warnings: Smut. Just smut.
For mah Liz @jensensgotyoudean 💚💚💚 Dividers by @firefly-graphics
It was dangerous downtown. A battle was raging in the street, Payback out in force against some criminal element, you didn’t really know the details. There was no reason for you to be there. Well, there was no good reason.
You were there for him.
You had bought the police scanner a couple of weeks after you met him for the first time. Some big media frenzy parade, all the members of Payback shaking hands, posing for pictures, signing autographs for rabid fans. Soldier Boy had posed and strutted and smirked his way through the crowd, but when his eyes had landed on you – he had paused, one side of his sinful lips drawn up in a lecherous smile. “Well, hello there, beautiful,” he had said, his voice smooth and warm as hot buttered rum. He had taken your hand in his, brought it to his lips, and gave it a kiss that immediately brought to mind how those lush lips would feel elsewhere. “Hope I can run into you again sometime.” His eyes were dark with promises of what could happen, if that were to happen. When he left you standing there, your knees were weak and there was a steady throbbing between your thighs that took way too long to subside.
A/N: This was written for @webcricket’s SPN Advent Challenge with the prompt, flavor: peppermint. This was betaed by a friend who is not on Tumblr. Sexy but no smut. Enjoy.
Also on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/12948558)
“So get this, they found a hex bag at the scene.”
“Fuck. Come on, Sammy, I hate witches.”
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. “It’ll be a quick case.”
“Witches are never a quick case. Why didn’t you mentioned witches before? We coulda taken the werewolf case instead.”
“Uh-huh yeah, well…you’ll love this,” Sam stated, undeterred by Dean’s comment.
Dean took his eyes off the road for a second, to look at his brother. “Will you tell me where I’m driving to?”
“Nope. We’ll be there in two minutes, Dean. Relax. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“Witches man. I-.”
Sam just smirked at his response, effectively silencing Dean as he tried to start guessing where they were going. A pie factory? In the middle of nowhere? Not very likely. What else was more probable that Dean would love?
A tense silence filled the car while Dean gave Sam surreptitious glances trying to glean some clues from his body language. But his brother was damn good at keeping a secret; he always had been. Oh – so infuriating.
“Okay, make a left here and we’ll be right there.”
Dean gulped and looked over at his brother a second before he made the turn, suddenly tense about the charade. But all of that dissipated when he saw the huge neon sign. He abruptly stopped the car and gaped. He turned to Sam with a twinkle in his eyes.
“No, Sammy what the hell?!” he asked his little brother in an excited but obviously incredulous tone.
A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet or just a little something about what I would write if I actually wrote something, but instead, I actually wrote something! Prompt provided by @wingedcatninja.
Prompt: Dean x Reader, hurt/comfort
Summary: Dean and the Reader are BOTH hurt on a hunt and Sam has to take care of them. They get... needy.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Nothing. It's just so freaking fluffy.
Word count: 2322 words
After much squabbling (Dean was hurt worse, but you kind of had to pee), Sam carried you to the bathroom, then helped Dean get settled in his room, then carried you from the bathroom to your bedroom. He left you with an apology and a set of guilty puppy eyes, then raced off to find supplies.
You got changed into comfy clothes all by yourself, thank…Pete, maybe? Can’t thank God anymore, so might as well thank a random dude named Pete. It was about as effective. Anyway, a severely sprained ankle and bruised/possibly cracked ribs made things difficult, but not impossible. Mostly. You’d gotten off easy. Dean had broken his leg. Luckily, it was just a hairline fracture that would heal in a few weeks, but he was non-weight-bearing for a while. As were you. And the little clinic you’d visited for the x-rays was all out of crutches. Hence Sam running around like a one-armed paperhanger to help you both.
Sam appeared in your doorway, slightly out of breath and still with the guilty puppy eyes. “I could have sworn we had two sets of crutches in the infirmary, but I can only find one. There’s not even a cane or a walker or anything, so I went online and ordered us a bunch. They’ll be at the post office in a couple of days. Until then, I’ll keep helping you two and you can share the one pair, right?”
“Sam,” you replied with a sigh, “With the ribs, I can barely sit up straight without pain, so I think hanging out in bed is going to suit me just fine. Let Dean keep the crutches and I’ll just use my desk chair or something if I really need to get around.” You shrugged as your mind started to put together a makeshift walker with your chair and a towel or something so it would slide on the bunker’s cement floors.
“Although that sounds like a neat idea, I insist on you just relaxing, okay? Stay in bed, and just call me if you need anything. It’s my fault you’re hurt, anyway. I will bring you food and whatever you want until the crutches and stuff get here. Okay?”
Gosh, he looked so sad and guilty. “Sam, it’s not your fault I got hurt! The plan went sideways, that’s all! The plan always goes sideways, and it’s no biggie! You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot as an apology because there’s no apology necessary.”
“I insist!” he argued. “Really, I want to!”
You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever you want. But honestly, just bring me some food every so often and I’ll be okay, okay?”
“Okay.” Sam grinned.
“But Sam—”
“Yeah?”
“Could you go to Walmart and pick up some things?” You pulled out your phone and texted him a short list. Back scratcher or something for under-cast itches, a couple of different pies, those little frozen mini pizzas Dean loved, and slide-on slippers to wear until he could get his boots on, again. “I don’t really need anything, but Dean’s gonna need some things with that cast he’s got.”
“Just for Dean?” Sam bit his lips to stop from smirking and you rolled your eyes.
“It doesn’t mean anything, Sam! In fact, don’t even tell him it was my idea.” You crossed your arms over your chest and dared him to argue with you, hiding the fear that Sam would spill the beans about your crush. Your face heated without your permission, though, giving you away.
“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t mean a thing,” Sam teased as he shut the door behind him.
Across the hall, a similar scene played out with Dean.
“Hey, Dean, I’m heading to Walmart to pick up some things. Want anything?”
Dean shifted and picked up his phone. “Yeah. Well, I don’t really need anything, but I bet Y/N does. She’s going to want to soak in the bathtub with some Epsom salts for those ribs, and she’ll want some arnica for bruising, which we’re all out of. And get her some cute fuzzy slippers to wear until she can fit her shoes on, again, or her feet will get cold on the cement floors.” Dean tapped away on his phone. “Here, I’m texting you a list.”
“Slippers?” Sam teased. “And nothing for you, huh?”
Dean looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. “I know you think it means something but it doesn’t mean anything! In fact, don’t even tell her it was my idea! Take the credit for yourself and earn her forgiveness since she got hurt saving your ass,” Dean groused.
A grimace replaced Sam’s grin. He really did feel bad about you having been where he was supposed to be and you then getting hurt. “She’s already forgiven me, and I’ve already promised to take care of her until she’s mobile again to make up for her getting hurt. I don’t need to take credit for your ideas. Why don’t you keep your credit and just tell her how you feel?”
“There are no feelings, Sam, so just take the list, get the stuff, and do whatever you need to do to help her feel better. Maybe you could watch rom coms and braid each other’s hair?”
Sam bit his lips for the second time that hour to keep a smirk from forming. “Alright, man. Whatever you say. I’m off to Walmart.”
A couple of hours later, Sam returned and dropped off the non-perishable goodies for each of them, taking credit –as requested— for picking everything out. Both Dean and Y/N were happily surprised by his thoughtfulness, and he left the dorm hallway shaking his head about the both of them.
When dinnertime came around, Sam dutifully made up a tray full of mini pizzas and pie for his brother and headed to his room. Dean was happily surprised and grinned from ear to ear.
“I was sure you were going to take advantage and make me eat rabbit food while I was down! Thanks, Sammy!”
“You’re welcome, Dean. But no, I’m saving the healthy food for tomorrow. You’ve had a rough day today,” he said as he cleaned up some trash leftover from the Walmart run. “I’m gonna go get food for Y/N. Need anything else before I go?”
“Did you get her those microwavable lasagnas she likes? And the ice cream?”
Sam sighed a sigh of the eternally put-upon. “Yes, I got the lasagnas and the ice cream.”
“Good,” Dean replied. “Go feed her. She needs sustenance to heal, Sammy!”
Sam waved an arm and walked back to the kitchen. As he entered, both his phone and the microwave dinged at the same time.
From Dean: After she’s done eating, rub her shoulders! She carries all her tension in her shoulders, and that’s going to make her ribs hurt even worse. When we watch movies, I rub the knots out and it always makes her feel better!
Sam looked to the heavens for help before remembering that was pointless. He texted a quick acknowledgment to Dean before setting up the tray of food for Y/N and heading to her room.
“Oh, this is perfect!” she said, her eyes big as she saw the feast in front of her.
“And there’s ice cream in the freezer for dessert, too.”
“Really? That’s awesome! Thank you!” As she dug into her meal, she stopped him from leaving. “Wait, Sam! Did you have any trouble getting the stuff for Dean?”
“Nope. He loves the back scratcher I found, by the way. It’s slim enough to fit inside the cast. And right now, he’s eating a couple of those mini pizzas and some pie.”
You smiled knowing that you had done something to make Dean feel better. “That’s great.” You paused, not sure how to bring up your next request. “You know, I was reading on my phone about different things you can do to help encourage healing from a broken leg, and one of the things mentioned was reflexology.”
Sam grimaced. “Reflexology? Isn’t that basically rubbing someone’s feet?”
You nodded. “Yeah! It’s supposed to help with blood flow, which helps with healing.” You brought out your phone and tapped until a drawing of a foot took over the screen. “If you focus on this area here on both feet, it’s supposed to help with leg issues.”
“Wait,” Sam said with a hand raised and his head tilted, “are you asking me to give my brother a foot rub?”
“Umm, yeah?” you responded with a hesitant smile and an attempt at puppy eyes you couldn’t be sure would work. “Please?”
Sam stared at you for far longer than was comfortable, then rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “Fine! I’ll do it! I’ll go rub his feet and clean up after his dinner, and then I’ll be back to rub your shoulders and clean up after your dinner, but after that, you both are on your own for the night!”
You grinned and clapped quietly. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”
Sam didn’t reply as he stormed out of your room and back into his brother’s. Dean was just finishing his last bite of pie, licking his fork clean, so Sam moved the tray full of dirty dishes to the side and headed towards the foot of Dean’s bed. Pulling a chair over, he sat down and pushed the covers off Dean’s feet.
“Dude! What are you doing?” Dean exclaimed, pulling his unbroken leg away from Sam.
Sam grabbed the foot at the end of the cast, setting his phone on the bed nearby so he could look at the chart you had texted to him. “I’m rubbing your foot to improve circulation and speed the healing of the broken bone in your leg,” Sam said in his most serious tone. “It’s supposed to promote relaxation, too, which also speeds healing.” He pushed his thumb into the meat of Dean’s foot, causing Dean to try to pull his foot away, and yelp in pain when it didn’t work.
“Bitch, get your hands off my foot!”
“Jerk, just shut up and let me do this so you can feel better!”
“It’s not making me feel better, you pervert!”
“That’s because I’m not done, yet, you ungrateful asshole!”
Dean threw one of his pillows at Sam. “Get your grubby hands off of my feet, and if you want to rub something, go rub Y/N’s shoulders like I told you to, you dick!”
Sam blocked the incoming pillow missile, but it did stop him from trying to touch Dean’s feet. With a huff, he stood up, put the covers back to rights, moved the chair back to the desk, and stormed out of the room, straight into yours.
Before he even had the door the whole way open, you were asking him, “Would it be weird to ask you to get Dean a copy of the latest Busty Aaaaaaa!! Sam!! What are you doing??” You yelped as Sam tossed your covers aside and quickly picked you up from the bed.
“This is ridiculous,” he muttered while he carried you down the hall and into Dean’s room. With the bare minimum of care that he could manage while also being completely done with both of you, he plopped you down on the bed next to Dean. He disappeared for a moment while you and Dean both looked back and forth between each other and the door. Just when you were about to ask Dean what the heck was going on, Sam returned with your slippers and the arnica cream.
He tossed your slippers onto the bed next to you, then grabbed Dean’s slippers and tossed them onto the bed, too.
They matched.
“The two of you are crazy about each other, and you’re making me crazy, so now you two can be crazy together with your crazy matching slippers and rub each other’s feet and shoulders and whatever else you want to rub on each other but I’m out! I’m going to bed!” With a huff, Sam turned and left the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Your face heated up like it was summer on the sun. You glanced over at Dean just to see a similar blush on his cheeks. “You’re crazy about me?” you asked quietly, the tremor in your voice showing off your nervousness.
Dean ducked his head before looking at you and seeing the same emotions on your face. “Yeah. Have been for a while. You, too?”
You nod, a huge smile breaking on your face. “Yeah. It’s been a while for me, too.”
Dean wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side, making you wince a little with the movement, but you really didn’t care.
“That’s good,” he said quietly, kissing your hair as you settled in next to him. You both lay like that for a minute, soaking everything in, making sure you’d remember this moment forever. He was so warm, solid, and comforting. And knowing that he felt about you the same way you felt about him just made all the pain from your ankle and ribs fade away.
Very carefully, so he didn’t jostle any of your collective injuries, he turned you both so you were facing each other and kissed you so sweetly you thought you might cry. It was just a gentle pressing of your lips together, with only a little extra near the end telling you how much more he wanted but knew you couldn’t have at that moment. When you separated, he looked into your eyes, and you knew you’d have all the time in the world to have more kisses, more touches, more everything you ever wanted.
He sighed; his smile almost as wide as yours.
“So, does this mean you want to rub my feet? Because that’s just weird.”
I got the idea for this when I heard about the Marvel series coming to Disney Plus. So here’s how this is going to work: Fifteen one shots, one for each season. Each will begin with a question, which will change a key plot point. First up, season 1 of course.
What if John died in the fire instead of Mary?
November 2nd, 1983- Lawrence Kansas
Mary Winchester yawned tiredly as she finished up the last of the dinner dishes. Sam was teething and had woken up several times the previous night. John had been working late at the garage, and keeping 4- year old Dean entertained was practically a full-time job.
John had given Dean his bath, which Dean loved because he idolized his father. It was their special time together. No matter how busy John was a work, he always tried his best to be home by bath time.
“C’mon, let’s go say goodnight to your brother,” Mary told Dean, taking him by the hand.
“G’night, Sam,” Dean said to his baby brother as he kissed the top of his head before running into his father’s arms.
“You got him?” Mary asked John as she walked from the room. John nodded.
“Sweet dreams, Sam,” John whispered over Dean’s soft hair.
The sound of Sam crying on the baby monitor woke Mary up. “John?” she mumbled sleepily, looking around. But his side of the bed was empty. With a sigh Mary pushed herself up out of bed and headed to Sam’s nursery, rubbing her eyes to force herself awake. She paused at the doorway when she saw a shadowy figure standing in front of Sam’s crib. “John, is he hungry?” she asked.
“Shhhhhh.” the figure whispered.
“Okay,” Mary said sleepily and headed back to bed. She was asleep within minutes.
John had dozed off in front of the TV watching an old war movie, but he was suddenly jolted awake by something. Yawning, he turned the TV off and headed upstairs. As he passed by the hall light it flickered on and off, and he gave it a tap, making a mental note to change the bulb tomorrow,
First, he looked in on Dean, who was barely visible beneath his tangle of blankets. Even in sleep, the boy is always moving, John thought to himself.
He started to walk towards the nursery when a strange sound made him pick up his pace. He skidded to a stop inside the room just in time to see a dark figure leaning over Sam. “Hey!” John yelled and ran towards the crib.
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Mary woke to the sound of John’s blood-curdling scream. John was a Marine and a pretty tough guy in general, and hearing him scream like that terrified her. She jumped out of bed and ran towards Sam’s room because that was where she had seen him last.
“Sammy?” she whispered as she walked over to her son’s crib. He was wide awake, but John was nowhere to be found. She stroked her son’s cheek and noticed a red spot on his blanket, like paint. Then a drop landed on her hand, and then another.
Mary turned her head and looked up, and there was John, stuck on the ceiling, arms and legs splayed out, his grey Marines t-shirt stained with blood. “John! No!” she cried as she fell to the floor in shock. His skin was waxy grey, and his eyes were staring.
There was an inhuman sound almost like a growl and fire burst out from John’s body and soon he and the entire ceiling were engulfed in flames. Sam began to wail. Mary grabbed hold of the crib’s rail and pulled herself up. Snatching Sam up in his blanket, she ran from the room, and met up with Dean.
“Take your brother outside and don’t look back! Go, Dean!” she told her older son quickly as she carefully handed Sam to him. Dean turned and headed down the steps without another word. Mary ran back to the nursery. “John! John!” she screamed helplessly. But it was too late. The entire room was immersed in flames.
Mary managed to make it outside and grab Dean who was still holding tightly to Sam just as all the upstairs windows blew out from the heat of the fire. One of the neighbors ran out and said they called 911, Mary gathered her boys close to her and they huddled next to John’s car while Lawrence’s best fought to put out the fire.
The EMTs checked everyone out and gave them some blankets since they were in their pajamas. The police came and took Mary’s statement and the Red Cross put them up in a motel since the house was a total loss and even gave them some money for necessities since they lost everything in the fire.
The Fire Marshall said it was an accident due to an faulty wiring in the nursery. But Mary knew the truth. She had tried so hard to leave hunting behind and be the perfect wife and mother. That life had already taken both her parents from her. When you were a hunter, supernatural creatures always managed to find you.
That is why she walked away and never looked back. She didn’t want her family exposed to any of that. But it didn’t matter. They found her anyway, and John had paid with his life. She knew whatever had killed John had to be a demon, because she had smelled the sulfur as soon as she entered Sam’s room.
Mary sighed. She had to protect her boys. She knew what she had to do. Most of her Campbell relatives were still hunters. Her father’s brother, her uncle William had told her at her parent’s funeral she could always call him if she needed help. John was dead because she’d tried to deny her past, and her past came back for her family.
Later when Sam and Dean were asleep on the lumpy motel bed she grabbed some change and went to the payphone and dialed a number she knew from memory.
“Hello?” she asked when someone picked up.
“Yeah?” a gruff voice said.
“Uncle Billy? It’s Mary. I need your help. John’s dead. I’m pretty sure it was a demon. I think it was after Sam….” they spoke for a few minutes, and then she hung up and went back to the motel.
In the morning she told Dean they were going on a trip to visit her family. She quickly packed up their meager belongings and settled the boys in the Impala and headed for the Campbell family compound, leaving Lawrence behind forever.
It didn’t take long for Mary to jump back into the hunting life as though she had never left, and she taught her boys everything she knew.
Pairings : Omega!Reader x Beta!Aaron (OC), Alpha!Dean x Beta!OFC, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader.
Word count : 3,771
Written for : @spnabobingo
Square : Sloppy seconds.
Warning : drinking, smut, cheating, daddy kink, degrees of incest - stepfather/stepdaughter, knotting mentioned, come play, guilt.
Written for & Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers This is an early birthday present for my bestie. Her birthday is coming up real soon. Love you, booboo.
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You’re giggling when you unlock and open the front door. “Shhhhh.” you put a finger to your lips, then his, unable to stop the giggles. You slowly step inside, the door getting pushed shut a little too loudly and it makes your head snap around.
“Sorry.” Aaron whispers with a laugh, hands going to cup your face before he pulls you in for a deep but sloppy drunk kiss.
“Mm.” you hum, breaking it and pulling away. “Not here. Upstairs.” His grin is wide as you turn away, starting for the stairs but first peeking around the corner into the living room to be sure it’s empty. Aaron’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush to him and making you giggle again as you both start up the stairs and head for your bedroom.
As of midnight, which was about two and a half hours ago, it’s your 21st birthday. You’d spent the night with Aaron, your Beta boyfriend of the past 11 months (you met him at your last birthday drink fest) and friends, never paying for a single drink in the never ending line of shots that made up your night out. To say you were drunk was an understatement, and you had no idea how you made it up the stairs, especially with Aaron attached to you like he was. But you made it, giggling the whole way.
I got the idea for this when I was looking for something Marvel to watch on Disney Plus. So here’s how this is going to work: Fifteen one shots, one for each season. Each will begin with a question, which will change a key plot point. First up, season 1 of course.
You would have to be living under a rock not to have seen the Bernie Meme floating around the internet. So I thought, why not make it into a challenge? Send me your best Supernatural pic, with the Bernie Meme added somewhere, and I will post them, and everyone will vote on which one they like best. The winner will get a prize of my choosing. Signal boost this, will ya?
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