Badass Ray of Sunshine

You sighed and rolled over, stretching slightly before opening your eyes. It took a moment to focus, but what you finally saw took your breath away.
Dean was lying next to you, his face so close you could see the light freckles across his cheeks, the... — You sighed and rolled over, stretching slightly before opening your eyes. It took a moment to focus, but what you finally saw took your breath away.
Dean was lying next to you, his face so close you could see the light freckles across his cheeks, the way his eyelashes caught the light, the soft curve of his lips. He smiled a little when he saw you, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the movement.
“Hey there princess,” he said quietly, “how you feelin?” You groaned a little in response, rolling closer to nuzzle your face against his chest. In your admiration of Dean, you’d briefly forgotten you were sick. “That bad, huh?”
“Better now,” you sighed as he slid his arm around you to hold you against him. He was fully dressed and lying on top of the blankets, but he had wanted to stay with you. Dean was strangely doting when you weren’t feeling well. It made you realize that he had must have been the one to take care of Sam when they were kids, and now that they were adults… well, those caring instincts had carried over to you.
“That’s what I’m here for sweetheart,” Dean chuckled, kissing the top of your head. A tickle in your throat suddenly made you cough, sitting up slightly and throwing your arm over your mouth. “Easy now…” Dean said, passing you the glass of water on the night stand. You sipped at it gratefully, sighing again when the coughing finally subsided. Dean grunted as you collapsed back against him, burying your face against the softness of his flannel. God you loved his flannels.
“I hate this,” you mumbled against him.
“I know. You’ll be better soon, though.”
“How soon?” You pouted.
“Soon, sweetheart. Just try to relax and get some rest,” Dean murmured, his chest rumbling against your face as he spoke. But you weren’t tired, you were restless. You were sick of staying in bed, sick of coughing, sick of being *sick*. Dean must have noticed your fidgeting, because then you felt his fingers sifting gently through your hair. You moaned softly, snuggling closer to him as the repeated gentle motion and the steady beat of his heart lulled you back to sleep.
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“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my-” Dean stopped dead in his tracks when he glanced up. You had just emerged from the motel bathroom, your skin glistening with moisture and a towel wrapped around your body. It barely covered your ass, not even reaching... — “Hey, Y/N, have you seen my-” Dean stopped dead in his tracks when he glanced up. You had just emerged from the motel bathroom, your skin glistening with moisture and a towel wrapped around your body. It barely covered your ass, not even reaching mid-thigh, and gave him an eyeful of cleavage. Your hair was wet too, giving Dean flashbacks to the sports illustrated swimsuit editions he’d kept hidden from his father during his teenage years.
“Seen what?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as you went over to your bag, digging through with one hand while the other held up that tiny-ass towel. Dean swallowed thickly, desperately wishing you’d let it fall to the floor. What the fuck- was that a thong you just pulled out of the duffel?! He couldn’t be sure, since you yanked out a shirt too, hiding it from view.
“Dean?” You asked again, giving him a concerned look.
“Uh… my um, my razor,” Dean stammered, making a considerable effort to get his shit together. You *could not* catch him staring at you like that when all you had on was a towel.
“Yeah, you left it by the sink the other morning,” you said, making Dean nod as he remembered, “but it’d be a shame if you shaved.”
“What?” Dean asked, dumbfounded and completely sidetracked again as you dug out a lacy black bra and a pair of jeans.
“You look good with some scruff,” you explained with a little grin, making Dean’s heart skip a beat. But the two of you teased each other all the time, and this was probably just another instance of that. Casual comments made between friends and nothing more. So Dean nodded mutely before fleeing into the bathroom, shutting the door a little too hard behind him.
And god, in the bathroom things were somehow *worse*.
The whole room smelled like your shampoo, making Dean shiver as he took a deep breath, imagining running his fingers through your damp hair, burying his face in it as he- *nope*. No. He had to stop. You were friends and that was it.
With a frustrated sigh, Dean stripped out of his grungy clothes and got into the shower. As he let the hot water rain down on him, Dean had to make a considerable effort not to think about you in there. Gloriously naked, the hot water turning your skin pink, all slippery with soap… *fuck*. Dean wrenched the spigot around until the water turned cold, sticking his face right underneath. He forced himself to wash up quickly, but he paused when he reached for his razor.
You liked him scruffy.
Friends didn’t say shit like that, did they? *Did they?*
Dean shut off the water and snatched a towel off the rack, wrapping it hastily around his waist. Sam was out, and wouldn’t be back for a while at least. And you were out there. Drying off. Getting dressed in that lacy underwear.
Suddenly Dean didn’t care about being friends.
“Shit, Dean!” You exclaimed. You’d been halfway into your jeans when he’d opened the door, and you pulled them the rest of the way on quickly. Dean wanted to look at that lace bra, at where your jeans were still unbuttoned, but he was focused on your face, desperately searching for some kind of reaction. Your eyes trailed down his chest, and you subconsciously licked your bottom lip, tongue darting out quickly before vanishing again. Then you glanced down at the towel and blushed *hard,* your neck and cheeks turning an attractive shade of red.
That was all Dean needed as evidence, and in a few quick strides, he was across the room and kissing you.
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“Excuse me?!” You demanded, gaping over at Dean. He was sitting at one of the library tables skimming through a book and drinking tea of all things, that red shirt making him even more attractive than usual. Not that you’d ever tell him that.... — “Excuse me?!” You demanded, gaping over at Dean. He was sitting at one of the library tables skimming through a book and drinking tea of all things, that red shirt making him even more attractive than usual. Not that you’d ever tell him that. Especially not when he was a demon.
“You heard me,” he said, not bothering to look up from his book. But you weren’t sure you had. You were pretty sure you were hallucinating or something, because you *had* to have heard him wrong. He definitely never could have possibly said-
“Alright, I’ll repeat myself. I said stop staring at me like that unless you wanna take things into my bedroom.”
Yeah. *That.* He couldn’t have possibly said *that.*
“Looking at you like- like *what*?” You stammered, trying to keep it together. Dean sighed and finally looked up at you, letting his eyes flick black because he *knew* it freaked you out.
“You’re giving me that *fuck me* look, sweetheart.”
“I absolutely am *not*,” you protested, aghast. You’d barely even looked at him, trying to be so careful not to admire how his shoulders stood out in that shirt, the way his hair shone softly in the bunker lights, the stubble you could see on his face even from across the room…
“Are too,” Dean said, raising an eyebrow at you. Just that, plus a smug little grin had you blushing *hard* and looking back down at the pile of books in front of you.
“I am not,” you repeated angrily, crossing your arms over your chest as Dean sipped at his tea, “and since when you drink *tea* of all things?”
“Nice change of subject,” Dean noted, nodding a little before setting his cup down, “and Crowley got me started. It’s good, you should try it. Less heartburn than with the coffee.”
“No thank you,” you muttered, pointedly flipping a page.
“You know,” Dean said, and when you looked up again, he was suddenly right in front of you, leaning across the table, “I may have lost some of my moral compass, but I’m still Dean.”
“No you’re not,” you said quietly, staring right back at him. That was what you and Sam had decided: show him no fear. If you weren’t afraid, he had less power over the two of you.
“Sure I am. I’m still Dean. Just more… fun,” he said with a wide grin as his eyes went all black again. You suppressed a shudder and swallowed hard, trying not to think about the possibility of sex with Dean the demon because that was *completely* off-limits.
“Come talk to me when you’re human,” you managed, though your voice sounded strained even to you. That made Dean laugh, tossing his head back as he made his way back over to his seat.
“Tempting, sweetheart… tempting…”
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“Before I tell you anything else, I need you to know that I’m okay,” you said quickly when dean answered the phone.
“Y/N what’s going on?” Dean asked gruffly. You could easily picture the scowl, the clench of his jaw, that worried look on his face.... — “Before I tell you anything else, I need you to know that I’m okay,” you said quickly when dean answered the phone.
“Y/N what’s going on?” Dean asked gruffly. You could easily picture the scowl, the clench of his jaw, that *worried* look on his face. And it was only going to get worse.
“I’m in the hospital,” you said, wincing.
“*What?!*” Dean exclaimed angrily, making you drop your face into your hands. Oh, this was going to be so very terrible… “What happened?” he growled, but before you could even open your mouth to respond, he changed his mind. “Never mind. Just tell me where you are, I’ll be right there.”
You heard him long before you saw him. He was practically shouting down the hall looking for you, stomping along in those heavy boots of his. Finally someone must have told him where you were, because then the door was slamming open, and a whole lot of panicked Dean came barreling through.
“Are you okay?” He demanded, grabbing your face in his hands. His eyes were darting around, checking you for injuries. That was when he saw your knee. “*What. Happened.”*
“I fell Dean. I’m fine.”
“That doesn’t look fine.”
“I sprained it, okay? That’s all,” you reassured him, patting his arm. Thankfully he was interrupted as the doctor came in.
“Mrs. Winchester,” he began, glancing up from your chart, “oh, you must be her husband.” Dean shot you a glance, but he nodded instead of blowing your story. It had been the only way they would let him in to see you. “It looks like a pretty good sprain, but nothing too serious. I’d recommend advil and some ice, but otherwise just rest and try to keep your weight off it for a few days. If you’re not better in a couple weeks, we can explore other options, maybe do an MRI. Other than that, you’re free to leave.” The doctor shook each of your hands, and then he was gone again.
“Stay here and rest, I’ll go get the paperwork squared away,” Dean grumbled, still sounding angry despite the less-than-serious diagnosis.
“Bullshit…” you muttered as he left, reaching over for the crutches leaning against the wall. You hopped off the bed, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. They were sore, but nothing felt too bad, so you snatched up the crutches and limped out into the hall. Dean turned at the sound from where he stood at the nurses’ station and gave you a look so terrible you stopped in your tracks and briefly reconsidered your priorities. But then you clenched your jaw and continued hobbling over to him.
“What are you doing? Go sit down.”
“No. We’re leaving, come on.”
“You’re insane, you know that? You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Screw you,” you retorted angrily, turning to go past him. But Dean reached out and snagged the back of your jacket, holding you in place as he signed the paperwork - with a fake name, so what the hell was the point? - and listened carefully to the nurse’s instructions.
“Hey,” Dean scolded when you tried to rip out of his grip, “seriously, will you calm down for two minutes?”
“I’ve been here for *three hours*,” you hissed, “I called you for a ride, so get me the hell out of here already!” Dean narrowed his eyes at you, but you just glared right back at him. When a muscle in his jaw twitched, you realized he was really mad. *Well, shit*.
“Fine. Let’s go,” he said tightly, gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall. It was slow going with the crutches, but soon enough the two of you were out in the parking lot and Dean opened the passenger door of the impala for you.
“I don’t need help,” you snapped when he went to grab your arm and help you into the car. Dean growled something under his breath, crossing his arms and watching you struggle until one of the crutches slipped and you went plummeting towards the ground. Strong arms caught you, and then you were pulled against Dean’s chest in a tight embrace. Before you could say anything, Dean was speaking, his voice right in your ear.
“I know you don’t need help, okay? But you also don’t *need* to do this by yourself. Let me help, sweetheart.” You pulled back and looked up at him, green eyes sincere, his expression worried. When you finally nodded, Dean cracked a smile and kissed your forehead, helping you into the car.
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“Oh my god can you turn off the Winchester arrogance for five seconds?!” You demanded angrily, clenching your fists so hard that your nails bit into your palms. Mostly it was to keep yourself from smacking Dean’s stupidly handsome face. The problem was you also wanted to kiss him, which was not helpful when you were busy trying to be mad at him.

“Winchester arrogance?” Dean repeated, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“Yeah, Winchester,” you snarled, “god forbid you flannel-clad control freak trigger happy idiots ever be wrong about anything!”

“Hey now,” Dean said, and you glanced up in surprise, thinking he couldn’t possibly be about to apologize already. Unfortunately you were right. “You love the flannel.”

Instead of answering you growled in annoyance and frustration, pissed that Dean couldn’t even take this seriously right now. You were furious and he was giving you that smug I know I’m adorable and you can’t stay mad at me look which only made things worse.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, giving him one more glare before turning and stomping across the library, intent on getting your books and locking yourself in your room for the rest of the night. Maybe even for the rest of your-

Your thoughts were completely derailed when you glimpsed Dean’s expression. He had this intense, appreciative look on his face, tilting his head slightly to get a better view of your ass. It was that moment you remembered you were wearing his favorite pair of jeans, and clearly they had him distracted. You leaned down carefully, taking your time to pick up the books you wanted and giving Dean a good view. When you turned back around, his eyes snapped up quickly, but he licked his lips, completely giving away his thoughts.

“Can I help you with something, Winchester?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. Dean studied you for a second before smirking, realizing he’d been caught.

“What if… I were to tell you that I am in fact an arrogant, flannel-wearing control freak?” Dean said slowly, prowling towards you.

“I might think about forgiving you,” you admitted, dropping the books again and crossing your arms as he got closer.

“And what if I ask really nicely?” Dean asked in a low voice as he reached you, standing impossibly close without actually touching you. You shivered, trying desperately to hang onto the shreds of anger you had left, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the desire roaring through your veins. You sighed a little, finally looking up at Dean, his green eyes already trained on you.

“How nice?” You asked grudgingly, making Dean grin.

“I’ll show you.”

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“Dean, I can’t, I’m-”

“Hey,” he said sharply, making you clamp your mouth shut. He had that stern look on his face that he usually got whenever he thought someone or something was ridiculous. Why was he looking at you like that? The thought made you swallow thickly, fighting down the panicked tears threatening. “Sweetheart you’re gonna be fine.”

Well you certainly hadn’t been expecting that. Now there were tears threatening for an entirely different reason.

“But Dean…”

“No ‘buts’,” he said gently, “you’re gonna be alright.”

“But I’m scared,” you insisted, biting at your lower lip and looking up at him with wide eyes. You knew you were being a little ridiculous, that you were acting like a child. But that didn’t make your concerns any less real.

“Scared?” Dean repeated in surprise, his eyebrows lifting up, “Y/N I’ve seen you torch a wendigo, hack off vampire heads and practically disembowel a ghoul without even flinching. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of. Nothing,” he whispered, reaching out to slip his fingers through yours and pull you to him. You rested your head on his chest, nuzzling slightly against the soft flannel he was wearing as he ran a soothing hand across your back. “In fact, sweetheart, I think everyone should be scared of you…” Dean said quietly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. The absurdity of his comment made you snort in amusement and pull back enough to look up and meet his green eyes.

“That’s ridiculous,” you said, but there was a little smile on your face now, and Dean grinned at his small victory.

“Not ridiculous, Y/N. You’re a scary-ass hunter. This’ll be nothing. Just a little bump in the road, okay? And I’m with you every step of the way.”

“Okay…” you whispered, your mind put at ease by Dean’s presence, by his quiet words. He always calmed you, always made you feel safe despite the dangerous life you lived. When he finally pulled away to go help Sam, you felt a little better about everything.

“Hey,” he said again, making you look up. Dean winked and pointed at you, making you grin and shake your head. He was ridiculous, but if there was one thing Dean was good at, it was getting you to smile. “You got this, sweetheart!”

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Benny was crushing you in a hug, but you really couldn’t give a damn. He was freshly returned from purgatory (again), having gone to rescue Sam. If you were honest, you hadn’t been sure they were gonna make it back despite Benny’s immense experience,... — Benny was crushing you in a hug, but you really couldn’t give a damn. He was freshly returned from purgatory (again), having gone to rescue Sam. If you were honest, you hadn’t been sure they were gonna make it back despite Benny’s immense experience, and you were just thankful he was topside again.
“I was so worried,” you whispered, making Benny’s arms tighten even further around you.
“Had you to fight for, darlin…” Benny rumbled, his voice vibrating through your chest, “had to get home to my girl.” He kissed the top of your head, hard, and then he was letting you go, turning towards Dean. You sniffled and wiped at your tear-filled eyes as the two men embraced, slapping each other on the back roughly. Benny’s back was to you, but Dean was smiling, clearly grateful and happy to have his friend back. You’d been pissed beyond belief that he’d even asked such a thing of Benny, raging and yelling until you were hoarse about what a shit plan it was.
But Benny had agreed. He thought he owed Dean, realized that he was probably the only person on the planet that could help. That could get Dean’s baby brother back to him. And Sam was everything to Dean, so Benny had to help. Had to be the hero. Needless to say, you’d been pissed, but in the end it wasn’t your decision and Benny wouldn’t change his mind. You hadn’t wanted to be there when Dean killed him, too afraid to see something you always dreaded, always feared. But Benny had wanted you there. Wanted the last thing he saw to be you, just in case. And if he could die for Dean, you could be there for him. You made yourself be there for him.
Dean had thought you were going to murder him, but you’d held it together enough to warn him that if Benny wasn’t back in three days you’d set the impala on fire. It seemed more threatening than death, at least to Dean anyway. Lucky enough for him, Sam had emerged up in Maine, Benny’s soul in his arm. Everyone was okay.
You’d always known about the bond between Dean and Benny, known how important they were to each other in purgatory. They’d fought for their lives. Had each other’s backs. But that bond was truly evident now as the two of them hugged. There was relief on both of their faces, in their expressions as they grinned at each other. Something about the interaction made you glance up to Sam, the two of you sort of on the outside despite your close relationships with each of them. He looked a little glum, but certainly less hostile towards Benny than previously, and you gave him a reassuring smile. If anything could convince him that Dean still cared about him, it should have been that he killed his best friend to save him.
But your thoughts were sidelined as Benny returned to you, sliding his arm around your shoulders and squeezing gently.
“So are you two done with your chick moment?” You asked, looking innocently up at Benny. He narrowed his eyes a little before sweeping you in his arms and tossing you over his shoulder, eliciting a small yelp from you.
“It was real nice to see you boys, but I think it’s time to call it a night,” Benny said, his hand squeezing your leg as he walked towards his truck, “I have some favors to cash in for returning safely.”
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“Well, you know, it’s a really good cast, a fantastic crew. You know, we’re all like a family, so it’s just a great environment…” Jensen answered, nodding a little. There were people everywhere, cameras flashing and an excited chatter slowly rising... — “Well, you know, it’s a really good cast, a fantastic crew. You know, we’re all like a family, so it’s just a great environment…” Jensen answered, nodding a little. There were people everywhere, cameras flashing and an excited chatter slowly rising to a dull roar. Award shows were always like that and to be honest he wasn’t a huge fan of them. But just having Supernatural nominated for something was a huge honor, and he would do anything to support the show.
A commotion from nearby snagged his attention, making him turn to see what was going on. The interviewer said something else, but Jensen didn’t even hear them.
His entire being was focused on you.
You’d just arrived, wearing a stunning floor length dress that made his heart quicken in his chest. Your hair was half up, half down in some intricate bun thing that would forever fascinate him, leaving a few strands to frame your face. Just then your y/e/c eyes flicked up, meeting his from across the throngs of people. Somehow the two of you were always in tune, and this was yet another example. Of all the people milling about, you’d looked up and found *him*. And dammit did he want to go over there and show you just how beautiful you were.
“Mr. Ackles?” The interviewer asked, probably for the fifth time and making Jensen snap back to the present.
“Hmm?” he asked, only a little embarrassed that he’d completely missed whatever they’d asked.
“I asked if you wanted to comment on having Y/N as a regular on the show now,” the reporter asked with a knowing smile. Jensen laughed a little and gave them a shit-eating grin before glancing back over to where you were.
“Well I guess since you already caught me staring…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to fight the blush creeping up his neck. “Y/N really fits in well with everybody. It sort of felt like she’d always been with us, so it wasn’t hard to make a decision about keeping her on. She’s great to work with, and uh, she gives my shit right back to me, you know?” Jensen said, grinning when you made a face at him, “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he laughed, pointing over at you. That got your attention, and you made your way over to him.
“Talking crap about me, Ackles?” You asked, raising a teasing eyebrow.
“Nah, just telling them how great you are,” he replied easily, giving you that smile that he knew drove you crazy as he slid his arm around you.
“Damn straight,” you said, leaning into him a little. Right then and there, Jensen knew he’d have to do something about this. Maybe that night after the awards he’d tell you how he felt. He was sure it was there for you, too. He could see it in your eyes.
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“Dean, you really don’t have to come,” you called, yanking on your boots, “it’s really not a- oh boy,” you said, stopping short when you turned and saw Dean.
To say he was embracing the whole going to a rodeo thing would be an understatement. You... — “Dean, you really don’t have to come,” you called, yanking on your boots, “it’s really not a- oh boy,” you said, stopping short when you turned and saw Dean.
To say he was embracing the whole *going to a rodeo* thing would be an understatement. You weren’t sure if he was trying to fit in to the crowd or trying to kill you. Because he was *definitely* going to kill you dressed like that.
He had his typical flannel tucked into worn jeans, but there was a big gleaming belt buckle at his waist that your eyes were stuck on. And then there was the hat. You had no *clue* where he’d found it, but there it was on his head, and suddenly Dean was a cowboy.
A sexy *dirty hot* cowboy.
“Well howdy there miss,” he said, that easy goofy grin falling across his face when he noticed you leering at him.
“Uh… hey,” you said, biting your lip, “Nice… nice hat.”
“I look good,” Dean stated confidently, breaking the spell a little and making you smile.
“Yes, yes you do,” you agreed, stepping closer until you could slide your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.
“You like it?” Dean asked, that smile still lingering on his lips as you looked up at him. There was some scruff on his face, like he hadn’t shaved in a couple days, his green eyes cast in shadow from the cowboy hat.
“You know… we don’t *have* to go…” you said in answer, making Dean’s grin widen.
“I dunno, you were really looking forward to-” you cut him off with a kiss, grabbing his hand as he went to yank the hat off to get it out of the way. “Oh no, cowboy. The hat stays.”
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Dean was pretty sure he’d never wanted to smash somebody’s face in so badly in his entire life.
He didn’t give a shit that Parker was a fellow hunter. That he was a friend of Bobby’s. That his dad had been a friend of John’s.
If he even looked at you... — Dean was pretty sure he’d never wanted to smash somebody’s face in so badly in his entire life.
He didn’t give a shit that Parker was a fellow hunter. That he was a friend of Bobby’s. That his dad had been a friend of John’s.
If he even *looked* at you again, Dean was gonna beat him within an inch of his life.
You were currently across the bar with Sam, casting worried glances in Dean’s direction every now and then. Parker had just slid his hand far too low down your back while the four of you played pool, celebrating after a completed job. Instead of punching him out yourself like you usually did whenever strangers got handsy, you’d done something completely unexpected. You’d looked at Dean in alarm. Like you were asking for help.
Dean’s eyes had shot down to Parker’s hand *on your ass* and in an instant he’d had the fellow hunter by the front of the shirt, practically carrying him across the room. Said hunter was now glaring angrily at Dean, spluttering about the sudden aggression.
“Shut up,” Dean growled, shoving Parker into a nearby chair and leaning down to get in his face, “you ever touch her again, *I will break your face*. You understand me?”
“Dude, calm down! I didn’t know you two were a thing. I asked Sam, but he said you weren’t-”
“I don’t give a *shit* what Sam said. You don’t touch her, got it?” Dean snarled, clenching his fists until his knuckles ached.
“Yeah, man. Alright. Sorry,” Parker said quietly, holding his hands up apologetically. Dean gave him another glare before pushing away and heading back over to where you still stood by the abandoned game of pool.
“Dean, listen, it’s okay-” you stammered, but Dean wasn’t listening. He cupped your face in his hands and you fell silent, staring wide-eyed up at him. Clinging to the shred of courage he had left, Dean leaned down and kissed you. You practically exploded back at him, arms snaking around his neck as your lips worked against his. “Not okay,” Dean said when he finally pulled away, “can’t have another guy with his hands on my girl.”
“Your girl?” You asked breathlessly, pulling your lip between your teeth nervously.
“All mine.”
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Update!

Hey everyone! Sorry (again) (will I ever stop apologizing for this) for being absent. Life has been absolutely wild and I hope you are all staying well during this ridiculous, horrible year.

Health update: I’m doing well and have my last treatment in EIGHT DAYS motherfuckers. Won’t have an immune system back for a bit, but I’m very grateful to be on the right track and otherwise healthy.

Writing update: I teased a new series a couple months ago, but have stalled out on it for a number of reasons. I found a big plot hole and am struggling to fill it and am having to reassess and rewrite a lot, so it’s still a wip. My main goal is to have it FINISHED before posting so you guys can have weekly updates to it and not wait forever. I also am struggling a little with the idea of posting a law-enforcement heavy series right now, in solidarity and support with the Black Lives Matter movement. Working out a way I can post it ethically and responsibly, or I may decide to hold off for awhile. Please lmk if you have any thoughts about that. Just trying to do the right thing here. I’ll be going over my other wip folders to see if there is anything I can post sooner.

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