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Summary: The reader is in a near accident when she falls, literally, into the arms of a grumpy stranger...
Pairing: Tim Bradford x reader
Word Count: 900ish
Warnings: language, near accident
A/N: Please enjoy this little meet cute!...
Your stomach dropped when you saw a car speeding at you in the crosswalk. Something in your brain clicked and you threw yourself forward, feeling the rush of wind from the car behind you. You heard it crash into something as your feet pushed off the pavement without you meaning to. A pedestrian on the curb caught you, strong hands holding you tight.
âAre you okay?â they barked, your ears muffled. You stared up at the man wearing a police officerâs uniform. He twisted his body, looking you over as you noticed the spilled coffee cup on the ground, splattered all over his black boots. âDid you get hit?â
You shook your head, gripping his tree trunk like arms for dear life. He helped you to sit, pointing at another man nearby. They said something to each other, blood pounding in your ears. The police officer started to pull away, your hand digging in.Â
â...adrenalineâŚback,â you caught, giving him a nod. He jogged over to the crashed car while a man on the sidewalk knelt down beside you. You rubbed your ears, shaking your head out.Â
And then everything was loud.
The car horn was blaring. The cop was shouting at a guy who he was cuffing. You turned to the man beside you. âSorry, I couldnât hear before. Iâm, uh, Iâm okay.â
âThat cop said adrenaline rushes can do that,â he said. You tried to stand up, the cop suddenly pointing a finger at you.
âSit down. Youâre in shock,â he said. You didnât really agree with that. Maybe shook up but shock? No. But he was kinda intense when he was angry and you didnât want to piss him off.
Ten minutes later a paramedic had looked you over and the other bystanders had left, leaving you standing alone on a sidewalk waiting for the cop. He slammed a car door shut on a police vehicle, walking over to you and crossing his arms.
âHow you feeling?â he asked.
âWell I nearly just died. Kind of makes that papercut I got this morning not seem so bad.â He smirked, quickly wiping it off his face. âUm, thank you for catching me.â
âYou did the hard part. Did the paramedic clear you?â You nodded, rubbing your arm. He watched it, your head shaking.
âNervous habit.â You took a deep breath. âDo you need a statement or something?â
âI do but we can do that later.âÂ
âIâd rather just get it over with,â you said, closing your eyes.Â
âAlright. Well I need my morning coffee and you look like you deserve a near death pastry. We can talk at the cafe.â
Five minutes later you were sitting across from him at an outdoor table, Officer Bradford leaning back in his chair after jotting down your name and number in a notebook. He sipped on his black coffee, blue eyes watching you pick up your latte and slurp loudly.
âI feel bad for letting you buy my drink and chocolate muffin.â Instead of offering some kind of reassurance, the guy had the balls to pick up the muffin and take a big hunking chunk out of it. You scrunched up your face, Officer Bradfrod, chewing slowly before swallowing it all down. âSeriously?â
âYou made a valid point. I did buy it. I should be entitled to it.â You scoffed, the officer shrugging.Â
âHere I thought you were a nice guy but you really are a grump, arenât you?â He shrugged again.
âAnd now youâre annoyed with me instead of scared from that near-miss.â Your lips parted, the cop picking up the muffin taking another bite. âThis is really good,â he said with his mouth full.
âYou were distracting me,â you said, wincing to yourself. âSorry.â
âI kind of like that you have the gall to talk shit to the guy that just saved your life,â he smirked. You ripped the muffin out of his hand, taking a large bite.Â
âYou didnât save me,â you mumbled, covering your mouth with you hand when you felt crumbs falling out.Â
âNo, no. Youâre clearly all put together.â You huffed, swallowing thickly, coughing to yourself. He leaned over and whacked your back as you got some coffee down your dry throat. âChew more. Would hate to have you choke to death after all that.â
âItâs a good thing youâre handsome is all Iâll say.â He grinned, watching you over the lid of your cup. âSo you need my statement?â
âFor something like this? No. I got your information if we need to call you but youâre all set.â
âSo this wasâŚâ
âGetting your head back on straight.â He stood up, giving you a nod. He pulled out a business card, jotting on it with his pen before handing it over. âIf you need to call for any reason.â
âThanks,â you said, raising an eyebrow at the written number that was different than the desk phone listed. âWhatâs this?â
âA phone number, genius. Are you sure you donât have a concussion?â You flipped him off, the cop laughing. âNameâs Tim. Give me a call when youâre in need of another distraction. You can buy me a muffin.â
With that he left you staring at the card, debating if a guy like that was going to be more trouble than he was worth.
His smile was devious, his eyes dark with desire. He pushed up on his strong arms and hovered above you, leaving enough space between your bodies to send a wave of cool air over your skin. You hissed at the feeling and dug your nails into the back of his neck, desperate to pull him back down.Â
He resisted and licked his lips, eyeing your body as if he meant to eat you whole. He flashed a smile, tiny canine teeth gleaming like fangs in your eyes. You shivered and pouted, wanting them back on your tits, your throat, anywhere that he pleased.Â
âDeanâŚâÂ
He clicked his tongue and bent to kiss you, invading your mouth with his heat before you could take another breath. He dropped down, crushing you with full weight and your head began to spin from lack of oxygen.Â
He breathed into you, saving your life, and your eyes rolled back to pure white.Â
Warnings: Mentions of recovery from a minor procedure (not specified), lauguage, oh and reader is loopy from pain meds.Â
A/N: I have literally no idea why, but this just came to me. I couldnât stop laughing because this would so be me.Â
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My eyes flutter open, and bright white lights come into view over head. Everythingâs still a bit blurry as I try to take in my surroundings. There are voices off in the background. They sound really weird and muffled. Come to think of it they sound a lot like the adults in Charlie brown. I can put enough together to know I must be in recovery. It looks like a normal room, not intensive care, so it must have went okay. Hell, I hope it did. It was only a minor procedure.Â
Man, whatever they gave me was some strong stuff. Slowly everything starts to become less foggy, and the voices are more clear. One voice sounds really close, âY/N? Honey?âÂ
I turn my head, only to be greeted by tired, green eyes. What? No. It canât be. Damn, those pain meds must be the shit!Â
I try to shake it off, but he calls my name once more, and I feel a warm hand cover mine, âY/N. Look at me.â Â
What the hell? Heâs still there. Well, I guess the worst that could happen is I look like Iâm mental soâŚÂ âJensen?âÂ
My voice is a little raspy, and laced with confusion, but a smile breaks out on his face nonetheless. âHey, sweetheart.âÂ
Before I can stop the words from coming out of my mouth I ask him, âAre you real?âÂ
He chuckles softly, âWhat do you mean am I real? Iâm here, right? You feel my hand?âÂ
My brows furrow, âWell, yea, but why?âÂ
âWhy am I here?â He picks my hand up, holding it in his while his other hand brushes a stray piece of hair from my face, âIâm here for you, silly.âÂ
âButâŚ. Youâre Jensen AcklesâÂ
He canât help but laugh, âWell, yes, last time I checked.âÂ
âAnd youâre here for me?â I ask, very skeptical of all of this. âWhy?âÂ
âSeriously?â He asks, âYouâre my girl, where else would I be?âÂ
My eyes pop wide open, and my jaw drops at his statement. Holy shit did Jensen Ackles really just say that I was his girl? âWhat the f-âÂ
The door to the room swings open, âOh good, youâre awake. How are you feeling, Mrs.Ackles?âÂ
My head snaps towards Jensen again, âWeâre married?âÂ
âYes, baby.â He looks at the doctor with questioning eyes.Â
Mine stay focused on him as I try to work through all this. âIâm married⌠to you. Jensen Ackles.â With all I eyes on me, I throw my head back on the pillow with a giant grin plastered from ear to ear, âHoly fuck, Iâm married to Jensen Ackles.â Giggles pour out of my mouth after that, to which Jensen canât stay immune forever.Â
The doctor looks over to him, âDonât worry, itâs just the meds, Sheâll be fine.â He walks towards the door, âIâll be back to check on her again once they wear off.âÂ
After the doctor is gone, Jensen leans over me, trying not to laugh as he places a kiss to my forehead, producing another round of giggles from my lips. âY/N, baby, you are high as a kite right now.âÂ
I stop giggling long enough to say, âI donât fucking care. Iâm married to Jensen Ackles!âÂ
I wrote this forever ago, but had to update with this pic because. Well, just look! Good lord ⌠this man is going to be the death of me.
Warnings: None. Unless you consider being embarrassed in front of Jensen a trigger.
Image credit: @justjensenanddean
Wordcount: 706
Youâre playing the would-be victim of the week, and youâre currently lying on the ground in the woods pretending to be unconscious for the scene. When Jensen crouches down next to you and presses two fingers to your carotid as scripted, he finds your racing pulse.
Jensenâs a pro, so he doesnât miss a beat as he shouts out his next line to Jared about your character being alive. Youâre relieved when he pulls away, embarrassed that your body is literally betraying you. But the revelation only makes your heart pound harder. You try to reel it in, get yourself together.
Jensen had been so nice and welcoming when youâd come on the set, and youâd kept your cool then, despite his being insanely good looking. This is not your first scene, but it is your first scene with the boys, and apparently having him in such close proximity is making everything you know about your job fly out the window.
Youâre grateful you literally only have to lie on the ground for this scene, because the rest of Jensen and Jaredâs dialogue goes right past you as you wish you could sink right into the dirt and disappear. The sound of the director shouting âCut!â is the only thing that snaps you back to reality.
You open your eyes and find Jensen crouched down again, watching you. He startles you, because apparently you can add being a ninja to his skill set, as you hadnât heard him approaching again. It certainly does nothing to slow your pounding heart.
âHey,â he says quietly, smiling down at you. His expression seems a mix of amusement and concern. He offers you a hand and you take it, letting him help you to your feet. âDoing okay?â he asks, his voice low.
Well, hell. There goes any chance of him not noticing your amped up pulse. Thereâs the secret of it there floating in those green eyes.
You nod. âYeah. Thanks.â
His gaze lingers on you just long enough to kick your heart up another gear.
âYou sure about that?â
Youâre really not. Having him stand so close like this is intense. God, youâre a mess. How the hell does anyone get anything done on this show with him looking like this. And just being so damn nice. âYeah, sure.â You dare to meet his gaze again, hoping to sell the lie, and you realize as he watches you that he knows heâs the problem.
He still seems more concerned for you than anything, which surprises you for some reason. He nods and grips your shoulder with a hand, leading you toward the makeup trailer. Your feet carry you forward, not having much choice in the matter, and Jared is following closely behind. You only know because you can see his tall shadow looming ahead of you and can and hear the crunch of his boots on the fallen leaves.
Jensen gestures for you to sit in the nearest seat  once inside the trailer. You do as he says, because, well, when Jensen tells you to do something, apparently you follow orders without question. And this new-found knowledge about yourself just adds to things in ways you really shouldnât be thinking about.
Jensen is holding out a bottle of water out for you now and you accept it, giving him what you hope is a grateful smile.
âYouâre doing great,â he says.
âYeah, Iâm a rockstar at just lying there.â
He chuckles, and it isnât until he does that you realize what youâve just said could be misconstrued.
Now you seriously want to die. If you had taken a drink, the water would have been coming out of your nose by now.
âConsider it a warm up,â Jensen adds. âYouâll be fine.â
But you wonât. You really wonât. The next scene calls for Dean to scoop your character up in his arms and carry her back to the car.
Youâre definitely a goner. Death by Ackles-induced heart attack it is.
But as you watch him laugh about something Jaredâs just said, catching the friendly smile he throws your way at feeling your gaze, you realize there are worse ways to die.
Summary: Beau has a crush on you, so with a bit of help from Jenny, he asks you out.
Warnings: Bit of language, this is literally candy cane fluff
WC: 1.9k
A/N: I meant it when I said I was gonna write for beau. He's so sweet, I adore him. Might or might not write some more for him, depends how this does. What can I say, I'm in my jensen era. Enjoy the pure fluff, you usually don't get this from me. I'm gonna proceed to disappear for another 3 months now.
Note if you're seeing this for a second time, yes, I am reposting this. I had some issues with the tags/dash and it wasn't showing up at all. So I'm trying again. Fingers crossed. No changes tho.
Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!
âYouâre so into her.â
âI am not.â Even he grimaced at that, his eyebrows furrowed and he pulled his lips into a pout of disapproval, who was he kidding, he knew Jenny was right. But it wasnât like he could say that out loud.Â
When he pulled his ass halfway across the country after his daughter and ex wife, the last thing he expected was to fall for the owner of the local bakeryâyou. But who wouldnât? When he met you he was absolutely speechless. The bright smile on your lips, your welcoming attitude, your pretty eyes and your sweet words, they left him flustered. And then he tasted one of your pies, and he knew he was absolutely entranced by you.Â
Beau Arlen had a crush on you. Big time.Â
He thought he did a pretty good job at hiding it, but after you stopped by the station to drop off a freshly baked cherry pie for him, Jenny caught on. That and the fact that he would not shut the fuck up about you. That was a pretty big tell too. But he thought he was being pretty casual, or at least you seemed to think so, in your clueless nature since apparently it was pretty obvious the sheriff had a bit of a thing for you.Â
âReally?â Jenny raised an eyebrow, head tilted to the side, clearly unimpressed. Beau opened his mouth to argue, but quickly realized he had nothing to say, so his lips quickly fell into a line and he shook his head, pretty much running away from Jenny and her persistent stare as he walked into the station.Â
He had hoped she would leave him alone about it, that some criminal would change her focus, but much to his dismay, she followed him and she had this knowing look that reminded him of when a mother knew her son had a crush on the pretty girl at school. And at his age, he absolutely did not like that idea at all.Â
âOkay, can you not?â He finally stopped and turned around to look at her, only to find that look intensifying along with a small grin and her hands on her hips.Â
âWhat?â
âCan you not look at me like that?âÂ
She had to hold back a laugh, âLike what?â
Beau rolled his eyes, his head falling to the side with annoyance as he let out a sigh, âLike you know some embarrassing secret.âÂ
âWell itâs not a secret, you like her, and everyone has noticed by now.â She pointed out with a shrug like it was a simple fact. Beau once again opened his mouth to argue, but his lips simply parted, no actual rebuttal coming out, which only made Jenny snicker even more. âSee, for once in your life youâre actually speechless.âÂ
âYâknow what,â He clicked his tongue, not wanting to be ridiculed further, âI donât think this is somethinâ we should be discussing at the station. We actually have work to do, y'know, catch criminals and whatnot, so if we could just drop the subject.â He made a gesture with his hand, hoping the shade of pink that he could feel dusting across his freckled face wasnât noticeable.Â
âYou know, considering how much you love to talk, one would think you wouldâve asked her out by now,â She continued, earning her a small glare from Beau, which only made her chuckle. âSheâd probably say yes, sheâs so into you.â
Beau opened his mouth to disagree, but quickly closed his mouth when the words sunk in. He stood still for a second as he contemplated the idea of you actually liking him, as more than just a friend that was. He thought about the way you would smile at him whenever he talked to you about his daughter, the way you would burst into this cute giggle when he complimented your sweet touch, or how your eyes always seemed to light up when he would walk into your bakery. He thought about it. He smiled at the idea. But then again, you were sweet by nature, so maybe all of those things were just that, your sweet nature and nothing more right? He would just be making a fool of himself by asking you out. Surely, someone as pretty as you was already spoken for. Somehow he hadn't dared to ask.Â
âSheâs not into me. We're just friends. Just like you and me are friends, and just how Cassie and I are friends. Thereâs nothinâ more to it.â He finally responded, almost as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince Jenny. But you didnât need detective skills to know he didnât believe that, and neither did she.Â
âYou donât look at Cassie or me the way you look at her, and she sure as hell doesnât look at other people the way she looks at you. Iâm not blind, Iâve been around you two.â She pointed out, now her hands folded over his chest and her head tilted. âJust ask her out. Itâs that simple.â
Beau mimicked her stance from a few second ago, his hands on his hips as he leaned down to speak to her level, âThat ainât gonna happen. Iâm not askingââ As soon as your name slipped from his tongue, he immediately regretted it because a second or two later, he heard the gentle sound of your voice. He didnât have to turn around to know you were there, he could just tell it was you, the sound of your voice and your sweet cinnamon and vanilla scent being ingrained in his brain by then.Â
âYouâre not asking me what?â You asked with curiosity and a bit of confusion, having walked into the station a minute prior and having found Jenny and Beau having a conversation, his back to you.Â
âJesus,â Beau breathed out, his face now turning a shade of red as he turned around to face you, but even then he couldnât help the smile that formed on his pink lips at the sight of you, he couldnât help the way his chest pounded either. âI wasnât expecting to see you âround here. Howâre you doinâ sweetheart?â Despite the fluttering in his stomach, his charm was always ever so present, and especially knowing just how flustered he made you, and this time it was no different.Â
âIâm good. I just, yâknow, I was testing my new chocolate pecan pie recipe and I thought that maybe you would want to try some?â You bit your lip, motioning to the styrofoam box in your hand. He hadnât even noticed that. His focus was completely taken by the pretty sundress that fell just above your knees and the glow that radiated over your face, your eyes lighting up with that look he absolutely adored. âIâm sorry, I probably shouldâve called first, I thought about you.. That you would really like this pie, âcause you like pie and all.âÂ
âOh, wow, well thatâs awfully kind of you. Thank you,â He smiled, happily taking the box from you, his fingers grazing yours briefly, but it was enough to make you shudder a bit. âAnd donât ever apologize for bringing me food, Iâll always welcome anythinâ you give me.âÂ
A smile replaced the flustered look on your face and you nodded at him, eyes locking with his green ones as you looked up at him. Five, maybe ten seconds went by when you remembered that Jenny was just standing there watching your exchange with Beau. Your eyes landed on her and you laughed awkwardly.Â
âIâm sorry, hi Jenny. Itâs nice to see you.â You said to her with a smile, which she welcomed, but she looked amused, even more so when she exchanged looks with Beau before she looked back at you.Â
âHey, itâs nice to see you too. We were actually talking about you just now.â
Your eyebrows shot up, and you tilted your head with curiosity, looking between her and the sheriff, âOh? Nothing bad I hope.â
âOh, no, no, of course not. Beau was just telling me that he wanted to ask you something.â Beau turned his head in her direction, eyes wide like they were going to pop out if their sockets and a flutter of pink dusted over his cheeks as his lips opened and closed a few times.Â
You looked between both of them a bit confused and nervous at the same time, âOh. Okay, well, what's up?â You asked Beau with a small smile. But the blonde just stared at you, teeth digging into his bottom lip.Â
âOkay, I have work to do, so find me when youâre done,â Jenny said to Beau with a tiny grin before she looked at you, âIt was nice seeing you.â She gave you a small nod before she disappeared down one of the hallways, leaving you and Beau.
He still hadn't said anything, which worried you since he always had something to say. âBeau?â
Beau was mentally cursing at himself, not understanding why he was having such a difficult time saying such simple words. Deep down he knew you liked him too, but he didnât want to fuck this up too. He liked you too much, and he didnât think he could handle anothet disappointment. But as his eyes found yours, always so sweet and so patient, not at all bothered by his indecisiveness, but more so curious and endearing, he just couldnât keep the words in any longer.Â
âWhat the hell,â He let out a heavy breath, eyes closing for a second before he found your eyes again, his chest pounding and blood rushing to his ears, âDo you wanna go on a date sometime? With me?â
The words left his mouth so fast you barely understood what he was asking you. It took a good second or two for his words to actually sink in. He was starting to get worried and panic flashed through his eyes. And then you smiled, bigger than he had ever seen you smile.Â
âYeah.â Was all you could say in a breath, a smile tugging at your lips.
Beau blew out a breath of relief, a smile of his own forming on his lips, âYeah?âÂ
You nodded a bit too quickly, âYeah, Iâd love to go on a date with you.âÂ
âOkay, great.â He laugh softly, resting a hand over his rapidly beating heart. Now he was matching your slightly overbearing enthusiasm, but fuck, how could he not, you were an absolute dream. âHow does tomorrow at eight sound?â
You bit your lip, tugging it under your teeth and you fiddled with the hem of your dress, thinking for a second before nodding eagerly, âSounds great.â
âEight it is then.â He chuckled, the smile on his lips so big wrinkles formed on the corner of his eyes, which you personally found absolutely adorable.
You chewed on your bottom lip, not being able to hide the smile on your lips as you took a step towards him, âSee you at eight sheriff,â You giggled softly as you stood on the tip of your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the heat on his skin matching your own.Â
âSee ya at eight darlinââ He called out after you as he watched you leave the station, the biggest smile on his face as he mentally thanked Jenny for embarrassing him, and just how much paperwork he was going to make her do for it.
Summary: Working as one of Hellâs top torturers, Y/N will always remember the day that the famous Dean Winchester landed on her torture rack. That day changed both of their lives.Â
Warnings: Torture, violence, blood. Demons. Lots of Angst. Some fluff!! Maybe a happy ending??Â
A/N: Tag Lists are Open and this will be a series!
âWhich knife shall it be today?â Alistair whispered in my ear, his putrid breath turning my stomach. âOr shall we skip the blades and go to something a little moreâŚfun?â
âAlistair, you know how much I love torturing, but maybe I could skip today?â You asked, carefully searching his face. Alistair was an unstable Demon, perfect for torturing the poor souls that had made their way down to Hell. But as a coworker, he was volatile, and mean, and scared you.
âSkip? Thereâs no such thing as skipping torture!â He yelled, spit flying from his lips, his eyes flashing with rage. âYou suggest such a thing and Iâll throw you up there right alongside these pitiful souls who were too greedy for their own good!â
âIâm sorry Alistair, I meant nothing by it,â you reacted quickly, reaching down and picking up the ancient amputation knife. Sure, doctorâs had used it to save people from shattered limbs, but it worked well in the depths of hell, slicing and digging into flesh and bone. Usually your favorite toy in the line of torture, it fit to your hand like a glove.
Request: Hi! Can you please write some period angst and fluff? I, For one, get very irritated and frustrated during periods, because of all the pain, vomiting, body weakness, no appetite. I would love to see some Jensen fluff here and angst also bc I read your stories earlier, and I love the way you write angst!
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader
A/N: Iâm sorry I took so long, anon! Hope you like this!
Feedback is welcome!
Word Count: 1651
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The plane ride back home from Vancouver was one of the worst of your life. To being with you werenât a morning person and the flight was at 4am. It also didnât help that you were due for your period soon and the cramps were slowly starting to set in. You always got snippy and irritable during this time and Jensen more often than not ended up taking the brunt of it. But this time however, Jensen snapped back at your attitude, causing the two of you to get into a full blown fight right before leaving. He had been quite tired thanks to a rigorous shooting schedule and the exhaustion made him just as irritable and forgetful about what time of the month it was for you.
Thank you so much to everyone who has reached out! â¤ď¸
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Dean x reader whatever you brilliant minds comes up with đ
Middle of the Night - Gify July (Tears)
Sam tapped Deanâs leg a couple of times as he walked by. Â âDude itâs your turn. Â Iâm beat. Â I canât take another minute with her.â Â Sam said, exhaustion and frustration oozing from his voice.
âYeah, yeah. Â Iâm up.â Â Deanâs bleary voice came from under his covers as he tossed them off and got out of bed.
âHer bottle is on the counter in her room, and she is clean.â Â Sam murmured as he collapsed into bed. Â Dean walked into the little bunker room that they had converted into a nursery, and picked up the little crying baby from the cradle. Â She calmed almost instantly in her daddyâs arms, and Dean sat down rocking her.
âUncle Sammyâs not good enough, huh?â Â Dean chuckled. Â It was hard for him to stay in good spirits after you had died. Â But he owed it to you and your daughter to keep himself in the right state of mind. Â âDonât worry, princess, I have bad dreams that make me miss her too. Â So you cuddle as long as you need.â Â He whispered to the baby, then started singing the song his mother always sang for him. Â When the little girl was asleep, he laid her back down and then collapse onto his bed again.
Drabble Written for my follower celebration gif challenge. Requested by @abbessolute
A/N: I took a lot of liberties with the gif
Pain laced through your abdomen, making you curl even farther into a ball. You were miserable, as your back and abdomen argued for supremacy. âIs there anything I can do?â Dean asked, standing at the foot of the bed, looking extremely uncomfortable.
âI need supplies,â you muttered, grinding your teeth as another cramp ripped through your stomach, and for a moment you thought you might hurl.
You saw Deanâs face go white. âDean, my period came early. Iâm out of Tampons. Please.â
âCanât you go?â Dean pleaded, the thought of feminine products scaring him more than any monster ever had. âIâll drive you, andâŚ,â
Another cramp had you clenching your stomach, and Dean gave up. Grabbing his keys and his coat, he moved to slip out the door, just as you yelled the word chocolate after him.
Closing your eyes, you tried to relax enough to take a nap until he got back. You hated how bad your periods could get. It wasnât always this way, but every now and then you had one that kept you down for two or three days.
You must have fallen asleep, the vibrating of your phone waking you up. Groggily, you reached over, turning your phone on speaker, trying to gauge how annoying your cramps were going to be. âY/N!â Dean called out, anxiety lacing his words.
âDean, not so loud,â you muttered, your eyes closing once again, half listening to him.
âThere are too many enemy tampons, Iâm bailing!â He exclaimed. âYouâll just have toâŚ,â
Giving up on sleep, you sat up, knowing that a trip to the bathroom was very imminent. âDean, just pick up the purple box near the bottom row. Make sure it says regular. Buy a bag of chocolates. No, make that two. Along with those little heat patches that they sell. And hurry.â
It was only ten minutes later you heard the garage door shut, DEanâs boots stomping down the hallway. He came into the room, his arms ladened with bags. âDid you buy out the whole store?â You asked, curled into another ball.
âI wanted to make sure you had what you needed. And Sam made this for you,â Dean told you, pressing a warm water bottle against your lower back. Sighing, you leaned into his touch, the heat taking away some of the pain. Dean handed you a candy bar before sliding in behind you, wrapping his arms carefully around your waist. âI hate seeing you like this. I wish there was more I could do.â
âThis is more than enough,â you assured him, snuggling deeper into the heat of his embrace, finally starting to feel a little bit better.
âHelp!â Â You screamed at the top of your lungs.
âShut up, Bitch!â Â The man who was between your legs and pinning you down shouted. Â He was incompetently trying to undo his pants while holding you in place.
âDonât get a lot of practice with that do ya?â Â A gruff voice said. Â Then the owner of the voice grabbed the sleaze and hauled him off of you. Â When he was away and you managed to adjust your dress, your savior looked to you. Â âAre you alright?â Â
âNo. Â But I will be, thank you.â Â You said briskly. Â At that he turned back to your assailant and punched him.
