Updated: May 13th, 2023 (All oneshots and series are on my AO3 as well)
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Headcanon for jealous!Benny?
(Oh yes indeedy. You can even have a gif, my love.)
Benny was a quiet man. Well, quieter than Dean by a longshot anyways. He took in every situation with a shrewd eye, always watching and ever vigilant. He always played casual, pretending the thrum of heartbeats never bothered him even when he was hungry. It wasn’t until a certain night that your boyfriend just didn’t seem to be his usual self.
It was late at a bar, a hunt with the Winchesters gone well enough to deserve a round of beers. The bar was scuzzy, though a few of the patrons were less so- including several frat boys playing pool in the corner. Dean even chuckled, mentioning hustling them later as your eyes clashed with one of the guys in the group. You quickly avoided his gaze, easily distracted by the heat of Benny’s hand at your back, ushering you into one of the tall stools by the door.
As the night progressed, Benny shifted closer and closer to you, his hand wrapped protectively around you as you drank. The boys noticed his odd behavior too, their eyes drifting over to him several times. It wasn’t until the guy that you’d made eye contact with earlier came up to your table, asking to buy you a drink, that you realized what was going on. The guy stood there, smile on his face and too much product in his hair, waiting for your answer. You were sure Benny was glaring at him, just by the way his fingers dug into your side, though the man was either incredibly ballsy or very stupid.
It was the latter.
Only moments after the man put his hand on your thigh, he was up against the wall, Benny’s large hand gripped tight to his throat. You could practically feel the waves of anger rolling off of the vamp as the guy breathed heavily through flared nostrils. “’M gonna tell you this once, alright. Ya keep yer grubby little mitts off my girl. You understand?”
He waited until the man nodded to let him go, watching as he scurried off toward his friends. He turned to the three of you, all standing close and watching him. He just twitched a smile and pulled you in close, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, lips brushing over the pulse in your neck. “mine,” he mumbles. “All mine.”
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What if Feels Like
Summary: After Castiel was able to preserve a small piece of Gadreel after his sacrifice in heaven, Sam and Dean enlist your help in mending the angel back to health. Though you have theoretical knowledge of angels, dealing with the real thing is something entirely different. Now, you must work to both gain his trust and help him heal.
Pairing: Gadreelxreader
Other characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Language, somewhat graphic descriptions of injuries, violence, hurt comfort, vague mentions of bad relationships, floofy floofs
Word count: 5,700+
A/N: Man, I really like this one. I often do my boy dirty, but not today!
Dean quirks an eyebrow. “Never?” he asks. You glance at him as you lean your head on the window.
“Not in the last five years, at least,” you say, gaining a whistle from him.
“Seriously?” he says, a chuckle in his throat. You shrug, offering him a stale smile. “I mean, I get not dating but –”
“Dean,” Sam cuts in, silently urging him to be quiet. “I get it Y/N, I don't date much either.”
“I don't date at all,” you say, giggling and shrugging once more.
“Not even sex?” Dean blurts, looking at you in the rearview window. His younger brother swats at his arm, and Dean recoils, an offended look on his face. “Ow, dick!”
“What is wrong with you?” Sam hisses, clamping his mouth shut when you burst out in laughter.
“No dating, no sex. It's easier that way,” you say, staring out the window. “Anyways, when the hell did you guys start babysitting angels?”
“Daddy daycare started when Sammy decided to forgive his kidnapper,” Dean grumbles. Sam shoots him a look before turning his full body to face you, twitching a smile.
How dare you write the fluffiest fluff? My teeth are rotting! I'm blushing, and kicking my feet. I passed away, but Gad revived me. (and I adore the brotherly Winchesters' teasing oh gosh)
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Words And Actions
Characters - Dean x Reader Summary - You can tell Dean is struggling, and one night you decide things need to change. Word Count - 1038 Warnings - None, surprisingly. A/N - This is part of @iwantthedean‘s Quickie Challenge where I had to write a fic with no dialogue (which can be really hard when writing more than one character) and @loveitsallineed‘s Playlist Challenge with ‘Hero’ by Skillet.
Very early on in life, you discovered the worth of actions. Words were cheap, fickle things that people spewed flippantly, but actions- actions spoke louder than words. Actions spoke of true intent, and held more meaning to you than words ever did. That’s what made your relationship with Dean so special. Dean was a man of few words who took more stock in immediate action than his brother did. Sure, he sometimes got himself into trouble leaping before looking, but he always managed to come out of it fine.
Dean never bothered to use trite words- a steady hand on your shoulder and a question in his eyes was more than enough to let you know he cared. And he did care quite deeply. Those he let himself care about were special to him and he would move mountains for them. He always had his own way of making sure you were looked after, of checking in with you. You appreciated the solidarity you found in his presence, his steadfast and kind nature more of a comfort to you than any cheap words.
Being there for him in this way, his willingness–it’s like you plucked a dream right from my mind. <3
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Hold The Line
Characters - Dean x Reader Summary - Dean comes back from Purgatory a changed man, and things between he and the reader shift from friends to something more. Word Count - 9,415 (**laughs maniacally, ripping her hair out all the while**) Warnings - Longform NSFW Smut (chest worship, fingering, a hint of sub!Dean, definite rugburn, fluffy sex), language, protective! Dean, and Dean angst in regards to early season 8 events. A/N - This takes place in season 8, mostly at Rufus’ old cabin. I know the cabin doesn’t have a fireplace, but we’ll pretend it’s right next to the tv. Cool? Cool. Title is taken from the Toto song of the same name. Again, thanks to everyone for being patient with me while I wrote this one. Super special thanks to @jpadjackles for helping with my plot bunnies, and @winchestersinthedrift for the lovely smut writing advice that I hope I did some justice with. Part of @curliesallovertheplace’s Celebration Challenge and @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess’ Have a Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge. The prompts were “What if Dean is a cuddler?” and “The One With All The Kissing”.
(Blockquoted sections are flashbacks)
Each bump in the road has you shifting in your seat, the old chevy truck’s shit suspension making your butt numb with vibrations. You check your watch and, yep. You’re making really good time. You should be with the way you’re speeding on the blacktop, mile markers flying past.
Your phone lights up, the man consuming your idle thoughts’ face smiling up at you from the screen. Him and his stupid pretty face. It’s funny the way you could just as easily kiss said stupid face as you could punch it. And you wanted to kiss it. A lot.
You flip open your phone, “Dean?”
“Hey, you almost here?”
You fight to stifle a laugh. “Impatient much, Winchester?”
This piece right here is what solidified my interest fan-fiction.
I still remember the night I read it for the first time. More than four years ago. In the wee hours of the night. It knocked me flat on my back.
And tonight’s re-read (one of several since) proved that it and its effect on me are timeless.
One of my favorite works ever. So, so special. <3
So I'll admit, I've been sitting on this ABSOLUTELY AMAZING message for a bit now. I was so floored. Sometimes I feel a bit lost in the whole spn fanfic community, wondering if what I write has any impact on anybody anymore. And then this. This right here. This made me weep. Made me feel so seen. This is why I write.
So thank you for sharing, and thank you for being so wonderful!
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"Benny?" You pulled the motel room door open more widely. "What the hell are you doing here? Dean is next door," you said.
He shifted, looking nervous in a way you'd never seen him before. "I didn't come here to talk to Dean," he said. Something about the way he said it, settled heavily over you.
"Oh." It spilled out of your mouth at the same time your brain seemed to guess the meaning behind his words.
He ducked his head, fiddling with his hat in them now. "Could I come in? Or are you gonna keep me out here on the threshold all night?" he drawled, a small smile in his voice even through his nerves.
You blushed and stepped back to let him inside. "No. No, please. Come in."
You and Benny? Did he really return the feelings you'd tried so hard to pretend you didn't have? And what would your brothers have to say about you falling for a vampire? Ah, well... who cares. You shut out the night and turned to meet his bright blue eyes with a nervous smile of your own.
Happy Supporting Character Saturday!
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Anonymous asked:
Think about tocuhed starved Gadreel begging for affection after a really rough hunt ughhhh
A/N: Lemme go ahead and write a drabble before I start teaching cause asghdgjhgkjjfhdgsf
Gadreel crawls above you, a look on his face of pure exhaustion. You brush a hand over his arm, eyebrows shooting up as he immediately leans into the contact. "Gad..." you let your voice trail away as his head falls down to your chest.
"Touch me," he says, hands gently creeping up your sides. "Hold me." He nuzzles into you, gently guiding your arms to wrap around his back. "Hold me tight, please," he says, voice coming out in a shuddered breath. You wrap him tight in your arms, and he damn near moans, tangling his legs with yours and pressing impossibly close. "Don't let go."
"I won't baby," you say, pressing a kiss against his forehead. He's never been the shy type, but this is new. He squeezes you tighter, a moan rumbling in his throat as you give him the same treatment.
"My light," he begins, pressing kisses along your shoulder blades. "The dawn of my day," he adds, kissing along the length of your neck. "I've missed you so, so much." You take him into a kiss, and he shudders, hands reaching to cup your face. "Every touch from you is intoxicating."
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“Well?” Dean prompted from across the table.
Sam looked up over the top of his laptop at his older brother’s expectant expression but said nothing.
“Anything?” Dean prodded again.
“Uhh… nothing on it yet,” Sam said, a little hesitantly.
Dean set his cup of crappy diner coffee down with a clink of porcelain. “Are you kidding me? We’ve been here for two hours. And you’ve got nothing?”
Sam wouldn’t meet Dean’s eyes and seemed to be using his laptop screen almost as a shield.
“Sam…” Nothing was getting past Dean.
“I may have… gotten distracted,” Sam said.
Dean’s jaw clenched. “Distracted? By what? What is more important than this case?”
Sam awkwardly cleared his throat but he knew Dean wouldn’t give up on the topic. “Remember that mug I broke the other day at the bunker?” Dean only raised his eyebrows and grunted in acknowledgement. “It was Y/N’s favorite…”
Dean started to roll his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”
“I’ve been trying to find a replacement!” Sam said. “And don’t roll your eyes at me, Dean! You dragged me around to three different states so you could figure out who had the spiciest chili, all the while telling me we were looking for a cursed chef’s knife…”
Dean had to admit that Sam had a point… And there were about a hundred things Sam could have said that would have pissed him off. Anything relating to you and Dean couldn’t really be mad at Sam. In fact he felt like he should be helping it along… He sighed heavily. “Alright,” he said, getting to his feet and dropping some bills on the table for a tip. “I’m gonna go take a nap in Baby. Just wake me up when you’ve got something.”
“You know, you could just do the research while I do this,” Sam suggested.
“Hey. I’m not making fun of you right now or chewing your ass about wasting time, am I? At the moment that’s about all I can muster. Don’t push it…” Dean started to walk away, but stopped halfway to the door and returned. “Hey, Sam?”
“Hmm?”
Dean hesitated for a moment. “…Try Etsy.”
Cute Sammy fluff for Flashback Friday!
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*eyes the stack of wips i’ve got already*
*clicks ‘new document’*
*writes non-stop for three hours in a frenzy, keels over and passes out*
*probably never opens the document again*
*repeat*
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(｡◕‿◕｡✿) YOUNG DEAN STUDIES [5/?] 01.12 Faith
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babe wake up its sam winchester painting time
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this is dean thinking about grenade launcher
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DEAN WINCHESTER in SPN 1x04: PHANTOM TRAVELER
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last night's dean study, unfinished
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SHE'S SO HOT HERE 😳😳😳😳😳😳
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Hi bestie <3
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midnight dean posting 2 days in a row