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Hello My Lovelies,
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Supernatural (Dean x Reader) Wish Upon a Star
WORD COUNT: Approx 2,800
Dean watched as a forced smile slowly spread across her lips. He could see that mind of her working overtime to come up with a way to get out of what was coming.
‘What…is it?’ she frowned, cautiously poking the item in front of her.
Sam refused to answer, his triumph growing with each passing moment.
‘The deal is food, Winchester. This is…I don’t know what this is, but-.’
‘It’s a tofu, vegan, gluten free wrap.’
‘So, it’s death on plate with a side of torture?’ she offered, matter of factually as she smiled sweetly.
Dean chuckled, he knew that look. Not only was she unimpressed, she was going to make his brother suffer.
‘It’s longlivity on a plate with a side of thank me later,’ Sam grinned.
‘Sure, that’s what I’ll be doing. There are rules, Sammy. Killing me isn’t one of them,’ she sighed, she lifted the dish and inhaled. Her nose scrunching as she quickly put the plate down. She warily picked up the wrap and took a bite, gagging as she tried to chew and swallow the lunch. Her eyes shooting daggers at Sam the whole time.
This whole lunch thing the two had happening amused him. Each hunt whoever was the closest to solving the case got to buy lunch for the other one. Whatever they wanted. Sam was a health nut. Y/N couldn’t stomach anything in the lower food groups. Even the word salad made her retch slightly. The closest she got was vegetables on a pizza or burger. The two took great pride in torturing the other.
‘This is make you healthier, I swear,’ Sam laughed.
‘Excuse me, you were at my last physical. Tell me, what part of me needs to improve to get healthier?’
Sam flushed red as he fumbled trying to answer.
‘That’s right, Sammy. This woman is absolutely perfect. So perfect in fact, I deserve a crown,’ she grinned, pointing to her head. Dean watched as his brother dumped the empty take out bag on her head and headed for the bathroom. The second the door closed, Y/N yanked the bag off and turned her attention to Dean. He grinned, holding out his burger. He watched as that beaming smile he adored broke out across her face. She took a bite and stole some of his chips, before piling the salt onto her wrap.
‘Have I told you that you’re my favourite?’ she whispered. ‘There’s a reason I love you more than the other guy.’
Dean tried to smile and failed, his lips faltering. Y/N didn’t notice though, she was too busy trying to force herself to bite down on another mouthful as Sam came out.
He stepped outside into the evening. Letting the cool breeze ruffle his hair. The door opened and Y/N stepped out behind him, smiling as she linked her arm through his.
‘Tell me we’re going to a bar and getting drunk so I can flush the toxins from my body.’
‘Name a time we haven’t?’
She grinned at him as the breeze picked up, causing her to move in that little bit closer.
‘You planning on finding a friend tonight?’ she asked, quietly. ‘I can swap rooms if you want privacy.’
‘Nah,’ he smiled. ‘I’ve got the best company in the world right here. There’s no way I’d find another. Not tonight.’
She smiled and looked to the sky as they waited for Sam, ‘Make a wish,’ she prompted.
Dean frowned down at her, before following her gaze.
‘It’s the first star of the evening, Dean. Wish on it and it’ll come true.’
‘There’s always a catch with those things, Y/Nny.’
‘Probably,’ she grinned. ‘But nothing we can’t handle, right?’ she suggested proudly as she elbowed him gently in the ribs.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Knowing better than to argue he looked to the Heavens, closed his eyes and made his wish…
He rolled in his sleep, wrapping his arm around the pillow and pulling it in tighter. Hoping, just like he did every night, that one day she’d replace it. He froze, too scared to open his eyes. His fingers shifted slightly against the warm flesh that pressed against his body. He swore silently. He’d picked up. He told her he wouldn’t and he did. How was he ever going to convince her that he loved her…
‘Dean,’ Y/N’s voice mumbled, ‘tickles.’
His eyes flew open, taking in the woman that lay curled in his arms. He blinked, rubbing his eyes against his pillow and looking again.
She rolled over, smiling sleepily at him before gently pressing a kiss to his lips. He froze. Unable to response. To move. God, he wanted to feel her lips on him for so long. To touch her in this way since they met. But he’d never manned up. And now here she was, acting like they did it every day.
‘You ok? You look pale?’
‘Fine,’ he croaked.
She frowned, her delicate brow furrowing.
‘I just wasn’t expecting to wake up…here…with you.’
Her frown deepened as she watched him, ‘Where else were you planning on waking up?’
‘Ah…’ he hesitated, the correct answer was back in Sam’s room. But something told him that was the wrong answer. ‘What happened last night?’
‘We went to the bar, drank, came back to the motel, had sex, went to sleep.’
‘Maybe I drank too much,’ he mumbled, kissing her head. Savouring the feel of her beneath his lips.
‘You had two beers and we left early,’ she frowned. ‘You sure you’re ok?’
‘Yeah,’ he smiled, kissing her again, ‘never better,’ he mumbled, pulling her in closer as a small moan escaped her lips.
He waited until she left to get breakfast before searching their motel room. All his stuff was there. Every last bag and item of clothing. He had settled in, just like she had. He found his wallet, and looked inside. Smiling at the photo of the two of them. It hadn’t changed.
Over the next few days, Dean took notice of everything. Their lives were still the same. Y/N and Sam’s stupid bet still went on. Y/N’s obsession with bad TV and creating parodys of songs he loved continued. Sam never questioned their relationship. In fact, he didn’t even bat an eyelid as he walked in on Y/N kissing Dean. Or when they left to go back to their motel room.
Dean waited until Y/N had left to find lunch before approaching his brother. He didn’t have a choice. The guilt was eating away at him.
‘Ah, Sammy?’ he mumbled as his brother flicked through a book.
‘Yeah?’
‘How long have Y/N and I been together?’
Sam’s eyes lifted from the page, his eyebrow lifting into his hair, ‘She’s going to kill you.’
‘No. I mean. She won’t. She doesn’t know. I just…humour me. How long?’
‘4 years next month.’
Dean froze, his jaw falling open. That meant that they hooked up the first hunt they met on. That same hunt, they almost did but got interrupted. The one that had started his obsession with her.
‘No,’ Dean whispered. ‘We…Bobby called, we never did. We’re not together.’
Sam frowned, closing his book as he watched his brother carefully.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Four night ago, Y/N told me to wish on a star. I did. We were friends that’s it…now…’
‘You, you wished to be dating her and you are?’
‘So what it’s all some hoax?’ Y/N’s voice croaked suddenly, scaring both men. Neither had heard the door open. Neither knew she had heard the whole conversation. Dean turned, his heart breaking at the look of devastation that now rested on her face. ‘Some kind of trick? We’re not actually together?’
‘Sweetheart,’ Dean pleaded, hoping she’d calm down so he could explain. Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at him.
‘How long have you known?’
‘Since we woke up the other morning.’
‘You…you…,’ her jaw dropped as she gaped at him. Unshed tears filled her eyes, ‘Right.’ She dropped their breakfast on the floor and walked out, leaving the two brothers alone. Dean fought back tears, but let her go. He ran his hand through his hair and prayed that she would understand.
He stood and followed her outside. His chest grew tight as he looked at the woman standing on the porch edge. Tears stained her cheeks as she stood there quietly.
‘You should have told me,’ she whispered.
‘I know,’ he croaked. ‘But I was confused. I didn’t know what was real. What wasn’t. I didn’t want to come off like some kind of douche.’
‘Well, it’s not like it’s hard to do.’
His lip twitched as he reached over and wiped a stray tear from her cheek, ‘I guess not. So,’ he breathed. ‘What now?’
She shook her head as she inhaled shakily, ‘I don’t know. This, us. It’s real to me. It’s been real for four years. Are you sure we aren’t together?’
Dean nodded sadly, ‘Yeah, Sweetheart. I wanted it but it just didn’t happen. I never manned up enough to make a move and the odd couple of times I did, well someone interrupted.’
She nodded sadly, ‘I guess, if it’s not real. If…’ she sighed as she looked to the sky, closing her eyes for a few moments. ‘We have a case.’
Dean nodded sadly, cupping her cheek as he let his thumb rub softly over her lips before kissing her gently.
‘We don’t have to. We can just let things go. I can’t say I have any regrets.’
‘Dean,’ she sighed. ‘You and I both know that is the worst thing we could do.’
‘Yeah, but it will be worth it. You are worth it.’
She kissed him deeply, sending him weak at the knees before stepping back. ‘Glad to hear it, but it’s not right and you know it.’ She stepped out of his arms as the tears started to fall. ‘I’m, ah, going to go research in our – my – room. You ok to move in with Sam?’
His tears fell hard as he shook his head, ‘Y/N?’ he pleaded.
‘I can’t Dean. Knowing we aren’t actually together, that this is some kind of spell crap. I can’t. That’s not fair on either of us.’
She didn’t give him a chance to argue, to fight for her, for them. She turned her back on him and rushed into their joint room, closing the door behind her. He stared at their room, watching as a few minutes later she dropped his bag outside the door before shutting it again. His eyes closed as he fought back tears as he listened to the click of the lock as it put into place.
For two days, he listened to her sobs cut in and out through the walls that adjoined their rooms. For two days, he struggled to find any peace. He hated himself for causing her tears. He hated that she was no longer his. His wish had finally come true and he’d still lost her. The worst part was, he now knew what it was like to have her and he never wanted to be without her again.
Days turned into nights, and he found himself still sulking in his bed. Refusing to actively participate in any kind of research that would make their separation permanent. Sleep finally won out and he found himself on the cusp of dreams and reality. The motel door opened, and he listened as Y/N spoke softly with Sam. Her voice involuntarily settling him further.
‘I don’t know what else to do, Sammy,’ she sobbed. ‘There’s so much I need to say before it’s over. Before he…’
‘I know,’ Sam breathed, his voice catching. ‘There’s still time. It’s not over yet.’
Time. The word settling him into a deep sleep. He still had time with her. That was all he wanted.
He stirred as her soft hand slipped into his. Her fingers brushing his hair. A sigh released deep in his chest. She was back. He was thrilled to know she’d chosen them over hunting down the cause of all of. That she had dropped the case.
‘You don’t have to open your eyes. In fact, to be honest, it’s going to be easier if you don’t,’ she croaked. ‘I love you, Dean Winchester. Have for 4 stupid years. And I can’t lose you, not now. I know we’re just friends, but I want more. Always have. I’m just hoping you want the same.’
Her voice trailed off and he was met with silence. He waited for something more, for a sign she wanted him to open his eyes. Nothing came. He went to talk but the words got caught in his throat. He was surprised at the scratching that he felt. His brow furrowed deeply as he tried to remember the last time he had a drink.
‘Dean,’ she whispered again. ‘Dean, I need you to wake up. To fight this.’ Her lips pressed against his head as he tried to reach for her. ‘You’ve survived everything else. Survive this,’ she breathed in his ear.
He froze, her words echoing through his mind. Survive. His blood turned to ice suddenly as bright lights flashed in his mind. Dean’s scream as he pushed her suddenly. The pain as glass shattered around him. The cold damp ground as he suddenly collided with it. Y/N’s screams as she reached him. Her face, so devastated, so broken as she bent over him begging him to stay still as Sam called an ambulance.
‘Stay with me, Dean,’ she breathed.
He blinked at the ceiling, his eyes barely registering what they were seeing before Y/N collided with him. Her lips pressing against his neck. His body screamed as he used every ounce of energy he had wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his neck.
‘I thought… You scared the crap out of me,’ she cried.
‘Not going anywhere, Sweetheart,’ he rasped, before breaking out into a coughing fit. She stood up, reaching for his water cup, helping him take small sips. She moved to one side as the nurse checked him over, performing all sorts of tests before letting Y/N back in. She settled into the chair beside him, her fingers entangled with his.
He looked up to see Sam entering the room, his brother stumbling to a stop. Tears welling in the man’s eyes as he smiled at him.
‘You’re back,’ Sam breathed.
‘Had a reason to,’ Dean smiled weakly, as he lifted Y/N’s hand to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it back down.
‘Glad to heard it. Do you remember what happened?’
‘I made a wish, and we were heading to the bar. Then…I’m not sure.’
‘A drunk driver lost control of his car,’ Y//N whispered. ‘You pushed me out the way and took the brunt of the hit.’ Her words shook as her lip trembled. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could hoping that it did something to comfort her.
‘It was worth it.’
She shook her head as the tears fell freely.
‘Dean,’ Sam said gently. ‘You’ve been in a coma for three weeks.
He brushed a tear from her cheek as he smiled gently at the woman beside him, ‘No regrets,’ he croaked. ‘You’re worth it. I’d die for you. You know that.’
‘You’re an idiot,’ she sobbed.
‘I’m your idiot, so that’s ok,’ he grinned, causing her to laugh through the tears. ‘So three weeks,’ he mused. ‘Didn’t seem that long.’
‘Seemed longer,’ she muttered.
‘Yep,’ Sam grinned ‘Three weeks. Three whole weeks.’
Y/N froze suddenly.
‘You know what this means, don’t you Y/N?’ Sam grinned.
Dean watched as the woman beside him paled. ‘Oh shit,’ she mouthed.
‘I’m buying dinner tonight. There is this fabulous looking wheatgrass smoothie looking place down the road.’
Y/N’s eyes narrowed towards Dean, ‘You couldn’t have woken yesterday?’
His lips pursed as he fought back a laugh. ‘Sorry, Sweetheart.’
She grumbled as she collapsed back into her chair. He chuckled softly as he tugged on her hand forcing her back beside the bed.
‘I’ll make it up to you,’ he promised.
‘Yeah, yeah, sure you will.’
He took a deep breath as he bit the bullet, slipping his hand from hers, he pushed it behind her head and pulled her down towards him. He kissed her tenderly, as he tried to ignore his dry and cracking lips. Hoping they wouldn’t bother her. He pulled back eventually, letting his forehead rest against hers.
‘There’s a reason you’re my favourite and I love you more than the other guy,’ she smiled.
Dean grinned as he kissed her again. The nurse came in, wanting to do another set of observations, causing Y/N to move away once more. She stood by his window staring at the sky as the nurse ran through his vital signs.
‘Hey, Dean?’
‘Yeah?’ he smiled.
‘Make a wish, it’s the first star of the night.’
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Hello My Lovelies,
Regards, Bec Xx
Supernatural (Dean x Reader) Wish Upon a Star
WORD COUNT: Approx 2,800
Dean watched as a forced smile slowly spread across her lips. He could see that mind of her working overtime to come up with a way to get out of what was coming.
‘What…is it?’ she frowned, cautiously poking the item in front of her.
Sam refused to answer, his triumph growing with each passing moment.
‘The deal is food, Winchester. This is…I don’t know what this is, but-.’
‘It’s a tofu, vegan, gluten free wrap.’
‘So, it’s death on plate with a side of torture?’ she offered, matter of factually as she smiled sweetly.
Dean chuckled, he knew that look. Not only was she unimpressed, she was going to make his brother suffer.
‘It’s longlivity on a plate with a side of thank me later,’ Sam grinned.
‘Sure, that’s what I’ll be doing. There are rules, Sammy. Killing me isn’t one of them,’ she sighed, she lifted the dish and inhaled. Her nose scrunching as she quickly put the plate down. She warily picked up the wrap and took a bite, gagging as she tried to chew and swallow the lunch. Her eyes shooting daggers at Sam the whole time.
This whole lunch thing the two had happening amused him. Each hunt whoever was the closest to solving the case got to buy lunch for the other one. Whatever they wanted. Sam was a health nut. Y/N couldn’t stomach anything in the lower food groups. Even the word salad made her retch slightly. The closest she got was vegetables on a pizza or burger. The two took great pride in torturing the other.
‘This is make you healthier, I swear,’ Sam laughed.
‘Excuse me, you were at my last physical. Tell me, what part of me needs to improve to get healthier?’
Sam flushed red as he fumbled trying to answer.
‘That’s right, Sammy. This woman is absolutely perfect. So perfect in fact, I deserve a crown,’ she grinned, pointing to her head. Dean watched as his brother dumped the empty take out bag on her head and headed for the bathroom. The second the door closed, Y/N yanked the bag off and turned her attention to Dean. He grinned, holding out his burger. He watched as that beaming smile he adored broke out across her face. She took a bite and stole some of his chips, before piling the salt onto her wrap.
‘Have I told you that you’re my favourite?’ she whispered. ‘There’s a reason I love you more than the other guy.’
Dean tried to smile and failed, his lips faltering. Y/N didn’t notice though, she was too busy trying to force herself to bite down on another mouthful as Sam came out.
He stepped outside into the evening. Letting the cool breeze ruffle his hair. The door opened and Y/N stepped out behind him, smiling as she linked her arm through his.
‘Tell me we’re going to a bar and getting drunk so I can flush the toxins from my body.’
‘Name a time we haven’t?’
She grinned at him as the breeze picked up, causing her to move in that little bit closer.
‘You planning on finding a friend tonight?’ she asked, quietly. ‘I can swap rooms if you want privacy.’
‘Nah,’ he smiled. ‘I’ve got the best company in the world right here. There’s no way I’d find another. Not tonight.’
She smiled and looked to the sky as they waited for Sam, ‘Make a wish,’ she prompted.
Dean frowned down at her, before following her gaze.
‘It’s the first star of the evening, Dean. Wish on it and it’ll come true.’
‘There’s always a catch with those things, Y/Nny.’
‘Probably,’ she grinned. ‘But nothing we can’t handle, right?’ she suggested proudly as she elbowed him gently in the ribs.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Knowing better than to argue he looked to the Heavens, closed his eyes and made his wish…
He rolled in his sleep, wrapping his arm around the pillow and pulling it in tighter. Hoping, just like he did every night, that one day she’d replace it. He froze, too scared to open his eyes. His fingers shifted slightly against the warm flesh that pressed against his body. He swore silently. He’d picked up. He told her he wouldn’t and he did. How was he ever going to convince her that he loved her…
‘Dean,’ Y/N’s voice mumbled, ‘tickles.’
His eyes flew open, taking in the woman that lay curled in his arms. He blinked, rubbing his eyes against his pillow and looking again.
She rolled over, smiling sleepily at him before gently pressing a kiss to his lips. He froze. Unable to response. To move. God, he wanted to feel her lips on him for so long. To touch her in this way since they met. But he’d never manned up. And now here she was, acting like they did it every day.
‘You ok? You look pale?’
‘Fine,’ he croaked.
She frowned, her delicate brow furrowing.
‘I just wasn’t expecting to wake up…here…with you.’
Her frown deepened as she watched him, ‘Where else were you planning on waking up?’
‘Ah…’ he hesitated, the correct answer was back in Sam’s room. But something told him that was the wrong answer. ‘What happened last night?’
‘We went to the bar, drank, came back to the motel, had sex, went to sleep.’
‘Maybe I drank too much,’ he mumbled, kissing her head. Savouring the feel of her beneath his lips.
‘You had two beers and we left early,’ she frowned. ‘You sure you’re ok?’
‘Yeah,’ he smiled, kissing her again, ‘never better,’ he mumbled, pulling her in closer as a small moan escaped her lips.
He waited until she left to get breakfast before searching their motel room. All his stuff was there. Every last bag and item of clothing. He had settled in, just like she had. He found his wallet, and looked inside. Smiling at the photo of the two of them. It hadn’t changed.
Over the next few days, Dean took notice of everything. Their lives were still the same. Y/N and Sam’s stupid bet still went on. Y/N’s obsession with bad TV and creating parodys of songs he loved continued. Sam never questioned their relationship. In fact, he didn’t even bat an eyelid as he walked in on Y/N kissing Dean. Or when they left to go back to their motel room.
Dean waited until Y/N had left to find lunch before approaching his brother. He didn’t have a choice. The guilt was eating away at him.
‘Ah, Sammy?’ he mumbled as his brother flicked through a book.
‘Yeah?’
‘How long have Y/N and I been together?’
Sam’s eyes lifted from the page, his eyebrow lifting into his hair, ‘She’s going to kill you.’
‘No. I mean. She won’t. She doesn’t know. I just…humour me. How long?’
‘4 years next month.’
Dean froze, his jaw falling open. That meant that they hooked up the first hunt they met on. That same hunt, they almost did but got interrupted. The one that had started his obsession with her.
‘No,’ Dean whispered. ‘We…Bobby called, we never did. We’re not together.’
Sam frowned, closing his book as he watched his brother carefully.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Four night ago, Y/N told me to wish on a star. I did. We were friends that’s it…now…’
‘You, you wished to be dating her and you are?’
‘So what it’s all some hoax?’ Y/N’s voice croaked suddenly, scaring both men. Neither had heard the door open. Neither knew she had heard the whole conversation. Dean turned, his heart breaking at the look of devastation that now rested on her face. ‘Some kind of trick? We’re not actually together?’
‘Sweetheart,’ Dean pleaded, hoping she’d calm down so he could explain. Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at him.
‘How long have you known?’
‘Since we woke up the other morning.’
‘You…you…,’ her jaw dropped as she gaped at him. Unshed tears filled her eyes, ‘Right.’ She dropped their breakfast on the floor and walked out, leaving the two brothers alone. Dean fought back tears, but let her go. He ran his hand through his hair and prayed that she would understand.
He stood and followed her outside. His chest grew tight as he looked at the woman standing on the porch edge. Tears stained her cheeks as she stood there quietly.
‘You should have told me,’ she whispered.
‘I know,’ he croaked. ‘But I was confused. I didn’t know what was real. What wasn’t. I didn’t want to come off like some kind of douche.’
‘Well, it’s not like it’s hard to do.’
His lip twitched as he reached over and wiped a stray tear from her cheek, ‘I guess not. So,’ he breathed. ‘What now?’
She shook her head as she inhaled shakily, ‘I don’t know. This, us. It’s real to me. It’s been real for four years. Are you sure we aren’t together?’
Dean nodded sadly, ‘Yeah, Sweetheart. I wanted it but it just didn’t happen. I never manned up enough to make a move and the odd couple of times I did, well someone interrupted.’
She nodded sadly, ‘I guess, if it’s not real. If…’ she sighed as she looked to the sky, closing her eyes for a few moments. ‘We have a case.’
Dean nodded sadly, cupping her cheek as he let his thumb rub softly over her lips before kissing her gently.
‘We don’t have to. We can just let things go. I can’t say I have any regrets.’
‘Dean,’ she sighed. ‘You and I both know that is the worst thing we could do.’
‘Yeah, but it will be worth it. You are worth it.’
She kissed him deeply, sending him weak at the knees before stepping back. ‘Glad to hear it, but it’s not right and you know it.’ She stepped out of his arms as the tears started to fall. ‘I’m, ah, going to go research in our – my – room. You ok to move in with Sam?’
His tears fell hard as he shook his head, ‘Y/N?’ he pleaded.
‘I can’t Dean. Knowing we aren’t actually together, that this is some kind of spell crap. I can’t. That’s not fair on either of us.’
She didn’t give him a chance to argue, to fight for her, for them. She turned her back on him and rushed into their joint room, closing the door behind her. He stared at their room, watching as a few minutes later she dropped his bag outside the door before shutting it again. His eyes closed as he fought back tears as he listened to the click of the lock as it put into place.
For two days, he listened to her sobs cut in and out through the walls that adjoined their rooms. For two days, he struggled to find any peace. He hated himself for causing her tears. He hated that she was no longer his. His wish had finally come true and he’d still lost her. The worst part was, he now knew what it was like to have her and he never wanted to be without her again.
Days turned into nights, and he found himself still sulking in his bed. Refusing to actively participate in any kind of research that would make their separation permanent. Sleep finally won out and he found himself on the cusp of dreams and reality. The motel door opened, and he listened as Y/N spoke softly with Sam. Her voice involuntarily settling him further.
‘I don’t know what else to do, Sammy,’ she sobbed. ‘There’s so much I need to say before it’s over. Before he…’
‘I know,’ Sam breathed, his voice catching. ‘There’s still time. It’s not over yet.’
Time. The word settling him into a deep sleep. He still had time with her. That was all he wanted.
He stirred as her soft hand slipped into his. Her fingers brushing his hair. A sigh released deep in his chest. She was back. He was thrilled to know she’d chosen them over hunting down the cause of all of. That she had dropped the case.
‘You don’t have to open your eyes. In fact, to be honest, it’s going to be easier if you don’t,’ she croaked. ‘I love you, Dean Winchester. Have for 4 stupid years. And I can’t lose you, not now. I know we’re just friends, but I want more. Always have. I’m just hoping you want the same.’
Her voice trailed off and he was met with silence. He waited for something more, for a sign she wanted him to open his eyes. Nothing came. He went to talk but the words got caught in his throat. He was surprised at the scratching that he felt. His brow furrowed deeply as he tried to remember the last time he had a drink.
‘Dean,’ she whispered again. ‘Dean, I need you to wake up. To fight this.’ Her lips pressed against his head as he tried to reach for her. ‘You’ve survived everything else. Survive this,’ she breathed in his ear.
He froze, her words echoing through his mind. Survive. His blood turned to ice suddenly as bright lights flashed in his mind. Dean’s scream as he pushed her suddenly. The pain as glass shattered around him. The cold damp ground as he suddenly collided with it. Y/N’s screams as she reached him. Her face, so devastated, so broken as she bent over him begging him to stay still as Sam called an ambulance.
‘Stay with me, Dean,’ she breathed.
He blinked at the ceiling, his eyes barely registering what they were seeing before Y/N collided with him. Her lips pressing against his neck. His body screamed as he used every ounce of energy he had wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his neck.
‘I thought… You scared the crap out of me,’ she cried.
‘Not going anywhere, Sweetheart,’ he rasped, before breaking out into a coughing fit. She stood up, reaching for his water cup, helping him take small sips. She moved to one side as the nurse checked him over, performing all sorts of tests before letting Y/N back in. She settled into the chair beside him, her fingers entangled with his.
He looked up to see Sam entering the room, his brother stumbling to a stop. Tears welling in the man’s eyes as he smiled at him.
‘You’re back,’ Sam breathed.
‘Had a reason to,’ Dean smiled weakly, as he lifted Y/N’s hand to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it back down.
‘Glad to heard it. Do you remember what happened?’
‘I made a wish, and we were heading to the bar. Then…I’m not sure.’
‘A drunk driver lost control of his car,’ Y//N whispered. ‘You pushed me out the way and took the brunt of the hit.’ Her words shook as her lip trembled. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could hoping that it did something to comfort her.
‘It was worth it.’
She shook her head as the tears fell freely.
‘Dean,’ Sam said gently. ‘You’ve been in a coma for three weeks.
He brushed a tear from her cheek as he smiled gently at the woman beside him, ‘No regrets,’ he croaked. ‘You’re worth it. I’d die for you. You know that.’
‘You’re an idiot,’ she sobbed.
‘I’m your idiot, so that’s ok,’ he grinned, causing her to laugh through the tears. ‘So three weeks,’ he mused. ‘Didn’t seem that long.’
‘Seemed longer,’ she muttered.
‘Yep,’ Sam grinned ‘Three weeks. Three whole weeks.’
Y/N froze suddenly.
‘You know what this means, don’t you Y/N?’ Sam grinned.
Dean watched as the woman beside him paled. ‘Oh shit,’ she mouthed.
‘I’m buying dinner tonight. There is this fabulous looking wheatgrass smoothie looking place down the road.’
Y/N’s eyes narrowed towards Dean, ‘You couldn’t have woken yesterday?’
His lips pursed as he fought back a laugh. ‘Sorry, Sweetheart.’
She grumbled as she collapsed back into her chair. He chuckled softly as he tugged on her hand forcing her back beside the bed.
‘I’ll make it up to you,’ he promised.
‘Yeah, yeah, sure you will.’
He took a deep breath as he bit the bullet, slipping his hand from hers, he pushed it behind her head and pulled her down towards him. He kissed her tenderly, as he tried to ignore his dry and cracking lips. Hoping they wouldn’t bother her. He pulled back eventually, letting his forehead rest against hers.
‘There’s a reason you’re my favourite and I love you more than the other guy,’ she smiled.
Dean grinned as he kissed her again. The nurse came in, wanting to do another set of observations, causing Y/N to move away once more. She stood by his window staring at the sky as the nurse ran through his vital signs.
‘Hey, Dean?’
‘Yeah?’ he smiled.
‘Make a wish, it’s the first star of the night.’
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friendly reminder that gypsy is a slur and if y'all gadjo keep saying it i will fuck u up :-)
gadjo (non romani/roma people) can and Should reblog this, btw
Reblogging as this is important. Tbh I never knew it was a slur. I legit thought it was proper terminology for a group of Romanian nomads. Feeling kinda crappy now about using it in the past. My humblest apologies.
Breakfast Across the Globe
BY FAR THE SEXIEST POST ON THIS SITE
and the most important one…Jamaican Breakfast
Followed by a Haitian breakfast
Ethiopian breakfast 💚💛❤
Nigeria breakfast 🇳🇬
The one post that everyone can agree on….that food is sexy.
Lovely additions
I had the best breakfast sandwich of my life in Vancouver BC, the Great Canadian Breakfast Sandwich.
In Norway… the fish was a little intense for me, but…
And my gigantic-ass football-playing boys who we sort of adopted when they moved here to play college ball say this is a perfect Samoan breakfast. Taro is a very important staple and starchy and glorious.
Its 2.30am and i am now horny for food.
Arepas, from Venezuela. You can eat them with beans, shredded beef, ham and cheese, just cheese. Chicken and avocado.
Behold the food of my people, Ecuadorians. We’ve got pan de yuca which you can fill with cheese, or nutella, or manjar de leche and have it with yoghurt. Then we also got grilled plantains often served with slices of guayava paste and melted cheese. We also got fresh fruit and veggie smoothies. We got cheese empanada sprinkled with sugar, my personal fav. Next to that we got mote con huevo, excellent for hangovers, especially with chicharron. We got a tamal (NOT the same as a tamale), these are usually filled with shredded chicken or pork along with raisins and veggies. Then we got a couple of types of ceviche, the kind depends on where you’ll go to get it. And my other personal fave, bolon de verde. Plantain balls often served plain, or mixed with peanut butter, or even with cheese and bits of chicharron, but all of these types end up fried.
@saintsebastian-stan I’ll marry you if you cook for me. I’ll take care of everything
@mariahthelioness29 I got a dress ready when do I pull up
Weetbix... The Aussie breakfast. Yeah, we’re lazy with our brekkie too. Whe we put in effort you get... Vegemite toast
Ok Lovelies, It’s been years and I’m still having Masterlist issues. Let’s try it again. *Holy Crap I think it worked!!!!*
LAST UPDATED: 12 September 2020
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Sometimes it’s possible to have too much determination.
I was waiting for the payoff and I was NOT disappointed
ずっと行ってみたいと思っていた 河津と南伊豆の河津桜たち。 桜はいつだってタイミングを逃す。 やっと会えた喜びに、ものすごーーーくたくさん撮ってしまった。 一足早いピンクの春🌸
ー早朝の河津町でー
For ease of access please find below links to all my previous stories; Sam and Dean Series Lists Stand Alone and Requests Little Winchester High School Sweethearts Dear Diary Reader Title Challenge Enjoy my lovelies. Regards, Bec Xxx Series Heart Song (Part One)
Authors Note: Ok so the first part of this, up until the end of the shower scene is one of my assignments from TAFE. I have decided to make it into a series, not sure if it’s a big one or only a two or three part one. We will see.
ALSO for the record tumblr, you compatibility with Word’s formatting sucks!
WORD COUNT: 1260
It was the sort of morning when there’s no milk. While you want it desperately, and you can’t be bothered going out to get anymore. It was your own fault, but this was something you didn’t want to think about. You give up on coffee, despite the thick feeling encompassing your head. Knowing you would pay for it later. The cotton-wool feeling already giving way to the sharp stabs of caffeine withdrawal. Walking sleepily across the carpeted floor in your bare feet, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror above your fire place mantel. Your hair pulled atop your head in a messy bun, brown wispy strands falling either side of your face and down your neck, last night’s make up smudge slightly, and taking smoky eyes to a whole new level. The lipstick smudged from last night’s encounters, your pale neck leading way you the sweat shirt and track pants you threw on trying to bring comfort to your body and soul this morning. Sighing you continue through the living room and into your bedroom. Walking through the door you see the light breaking through the curtains in a harsh and unwelcomed greeting. The cream sheets on your bed messed up and tangled amongst the limbs of your companion. Seeing him fills your stomach with regret, a hallow pit at the bottom rising up. Tears form in your eyes as you wonder what you have done. Did this one night stupidly ruin everything? Inhaling deeply you look at the man in front you, the dark blonde short hair looking as if it has already been brushed. His meadow green eyes hidden by his sleepy eyelids. His rough calloused hands pushed under the pillow, which his head is resting on. His strong shoulders and back exposed to the cool morning air, muscles twitch under the skin as he sleeps. Sheets covering his lower half. Hearing him sigh in his sleep you smile, maybe this wasn’t a bad thing. Flicking your eyes to the alarm clock, 10 am. It felt more like 4 in the morning. You gather some clothes from your wardrobe, careful not to wake the man in your bed. This morning’s encounter something you are not ready to deal with. You enter your en-suite and close the door behind you. Taking in your over tired, slightly hungover appearance once again. Tequila, it gets you every time. Showering, bringing your mind and body back to some level of normality. The scent of the strawberry shampoo filling your nostrils, followed by your vanilla and sandalwood body wash. If you couldn’t have coffee then this was the next best thing. You brush your teeth, washing away the claggy, sticky texture that had formed, bringing in the fresh, minty, clean taste of the toothpaste. Drying off and pulling on your jeans and a shirt you feel human again, awake and ready to tackle the issue in your bed. Lack of coffee may be a good thing, knowing he can’t forgo it in the mornings, but despite the lack of milk you knew that he was going to want to have ‘that’ conversation. That one talk that you have avoided for years. You walked back into the bedroom to find the bed empty, there was a hope rising within you that he had just packed up his gear and left, although you knew deep down it wasn’t the case. You moved to the windows and shifted the curtains to one side, the onyx black impala that you had once called home was sitting in your driveway still, her engine cold and driver’s seat empty. You swore internally, he was in your house somewhere. You take a deep breath and pad across the floors full of uncertainty to the kitchen, there you watch as the man is bent over in your fridge. ‘Seriously Y/N where the hell’s the milk?’ he grumbled. ‘I’m out, bit of a shame really. But there is a coffee shop on the way to the motel when you get Sam,’ you offered. Nervousness coursed through your body you felt yourself playing with the hem of your shirt without even realising that you were doing it. ‘Since when do you run out of milk?’ he frowned. It was a true statement and you knew it, you were always organised, there was always food in the cupboards, milk in the fridge. You wanted to avoid this and you wanted him gone. But God did he look good. You shook your head. You were not going down this path again. Not with him, it took too long to find a way off that road last time. ‘I’ve been at work, honestly I haven’t had a chance. I’m about to go shopping now, so it’s probably a good time for you to head off,’ you suggested. You watched as his face changed, the man you once knew so well, your best friend the one constant in your life growing up. You just made his world fall apart. It confused you, you knew he missed the friendship, the support, the comfort you gave when he needed it but you both looked at each other a different way. Dean was your everything, he was your heart song, your other half, your reason for living. You were his best friend, wingman, company when there was no one else, confidant and one who set him straight, taking no bullshit from him. ‘I’m not leaving that easy. We need to talk. Hell Y/N we needed to talk since you left. It’s been three years, I am still waiting on an explanation.’ ‘I wouldn’t be feeling too hopeful about getting that today,’ you muttered. You watched as his jaw tensed. ‘Dean, look it was…great I guess… Seeing you and all, and to be honest I am not entirely sure what happened last night. I can’t believe I let you talk me into Tequila shots. Lord knows I wouldn’t do it voluntarily. But I have a life to get on with and don’t have time for this.’ ‘Firstly Princess, last night your words were ‘Holy Shit Sam, Dean? I am way to sober for this crap.’ and you did Tequila all by yourself, all we did was say Hi.’ You got a flash of last night and groaned, yup you did that to yourself. This horrible cotton-wool head, the jackhammer pounding into your skull, the lack of memories was all on your. Dean smiled knowing you remembered part of the night. ‘Secondly we are doing this. I am not leaving until we talk. I have spent this time trying to track you down. You disappeared Y/N, up and left. I still don’t know why or what I did,’ his voice was laced in sadness and anger, the pain he was feeling evident in his eyes. ‘How about you come back later once I am feeling better?’ you suggest feeling hopeful. Quickly calculating how much time you needed to disappear again. Dean laughed, ‘Not happening Sweetheart.’ His smirk grew as he watched your face change, he knew you well enough to know you would disappear again. ‘ARGH!’ you complain. You resign yourself to the fact he was no leaving. ‘Fine but I need coffee and breakfast. Maybe some pain killers,’ you mumbled the last part. ‘Grab a jacket, we’ll go shopping then talk.’ You watched as a light appeared behind Dean’s eyes, a happiness you thought you would never see again. ‘I’m thinking bacon and eggs,’ he rambled some more and you sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Just found this in my history and noticed it wasn’t on my masterlist
if u dont acknowledge the fanfics u read, the writer won’t think anyone is actually taking the time to read their stuff, which makes our effort feel wasted and our passions feel worthless
Tell. The. Fanfic. Writers. How. You. Feel.
I will always reblog this. It’s important.
This is a huge reason I stopped writing fanfic
I love hearing from you guys. And when I don’t, it can definitely feel isolating.
Comment and tell fanfic writers how much you appreciate what they are providing to you. Make this the year of content created appreciation!
Much love to you all!
I agree. I went into a slump after writing a few works, but got no feedback.
I thrive off of comments and asks relating to a work. I haven’t been writing a lot lately, but that’s because I’ve been planning for the projects I’m doing. But also because I want to end the school year (my senior year) early so I’ll have more time to write for you guys before Uni.
A little comment/ask can make the biggest difference.💋
Made this blog just for sharing and commenting on writers work because I didn’t feel comfy doing it on my main. So please comment and share work because it boosts their confidence, it really helps them out. Want more work from them? Comment and tell them how damn amazing their work is then! When I occasionally write and my friend tells me it’s amazing, then I go and write even more! It’s just how it works guys. So comment and share and just spend one minute doing something really kind when they spent who knows how long writing that 2k piece you requested and read.
Honestly getting a feedback is such a big encouragement and it motivates me to write more 😔👉🏼👈🏼
Feedback is what makes it. I stopped writing for a while as I just felt like no one was interested. That my writing sucked and no one was enjoying it. Writer’s are their own harshest critics, without acknowledgement we feel like we are right. Prove us wrong!
“All the single heroes…”
ALL THE SINGLE HEROES
ALL THE SINGLE HEROS
NOW PUT YOUR SHIELD UP!
UP IN NEW YORK
JUST THAWED OUT
DOIN’ AN AVENGERS THING
THEY TALKED ME UP
LOKI SUCKS
AND COULSON IS OBSESSED WITH ME
All the single heroes, all the single heroes All the single heroes, all the single heroes All the single heroes, all the single heroes All the single heroes
Now put your shield up!
Up in New York Just thawed out Doin’ an Avengers thing
They talked me up Loki sucks And Coulson is obsessed with me
He up on me, he up on me Don’t pay him any attention I’m with Tony Stark, Thor, and Hulk Out doing this avenging biz
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him He’ll be mad and summon his chitauri army then But if he took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him He’ll be mad and summon his chitauri army then But if he took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I got Barton in the sky Romanov the spy And Hulk smashing, ripping jets in the air
Stark flies by I’m on stand by Thor brings the lightning and the thunder
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him He’ll be mad and summon his chitauri army then But if he took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him We’ll close the portal, that he opened, with his scepter then Thor will take him back to Asgard as a prisoner
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
We won’t treat him to the things of this world Justice has been served Freedom’s what I prefer, what I deserve
Here’s the man that breaks it, then takes it So we deliver him to his destiny, to the 9 realms and beyond Oh, Laufeyson
Now you’re really done In the void, you’ll be alone And like a ghost, you’ll be gone
All the single heroes, all the single heroes All the single heroes, all the single heroes All the single heroes, all the single heroes All the single heroes
Now put your shield up!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him We’ll close the portal, that he opened, with his scepter then Thor will take him back to Asgard as a prisoner
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Loki’s gone now so, we can do the shit we want I’ll try to visit Peggy in her retirement home Clint and Nat are going out and Coulson’s still alive Bruce and Tony’s doing science and Fury’s on vacay
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
THE AVENGERS FANDOM EVERYONE, I CAN’T.
Marry me.
What do I have to do to get someone to record this?
SLAY QWEEN
Beautiful so beautiful.
I so need an xmas photo shoot with my dog
Hello My Lovelies,
Regards, Bec Xxx
Supernatural One way or another
(Dean x Reader)
Authors Note: Finally finished one that’s been in my half written folder for ages. J Enjoy, My Lovelies.
WORD COUNT: 6,500 approx
He sat staring at lifeline in his hands. The one thing that could potentially bring him from the darkness that had consumed him. He turned it over again, second guessing himself once more. Was it the right thing to do? The right call. God, there were so many other choices he could have made. So many other paths he could have taken. His eyes flickered to the gun on the table in front of him…no, that wasn’t one of them. Nothing could have brought him to do that. At least he’d like to think so.
‘If you want an excuse, we need the help?’ Sam offered as he glanced up from the mountains of books in front of him.
‘We’re not that desperate.’
‘You are,’ Sam pointed out, raising an eyebrow. ‘Dean, it’s not-.’
‘Don’t. Don’t go starting this again. It’s over. It’s done. Move on.’
‘It’s not, and you know it. Look we could really use her help. I can’t translate this, Google can’t even recognise it. And let’s face it, she could figure this out before dusk,’ Sam sighed.
‘Not. Happening,’ he snapped. ‘She made her damn choice.’
‘You telling her to get out before -.’
Dean glared at his brother, silencing him. He didn’t need the reminder. He was well aware of what was said on both sides of the argument. He was also well aware that Y/N had done as he demanded in his fit of drunken rage and not bothered to call or text once. In the months since she’d walked out, telling him where to go, he’d not seen or heard from her. Nor had anyone provided him with an update. He didn’t know if she was dead or alive. Sam had tried in the first few weeks to get her to speak to them, but she didn’t answer. He stood, stomping out the room and slamming the door behind him. A small part of him wondering if Sam was right. More so, wanting to know if he apologised would she forgive him? Would they both finally heal and be able to move forward. He shook his head as he stuffed his clenched fists into his pocket. No, there’d be no moving forward. There’d always be questions. Always be doubts. He’d never truly be able to trust her or even himself again.
