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Team Free Will - The greatest Show
I’m seriously flailing! SPN, @angeldoveyt , and The Greatest Show! This is everything! Fun, Heartwarming, Happy, Kickass, and that ending! Wow! Captured the essence of SPN while doing some amazing video editing to make it mash up perfectly with the music! I’m in love with this video so much!
Holy fucking shit
Pairing: Reader x Dean, Platonic Sam x Reader, OFC
Requested by Anonymous: Hi *awkward wave*, could you maybe do a Sam or Dean one (whichever you want) where he and the reader are together and they want to start a family, but she’s scared to tell him she can’t have children because she starved herself as a kid? I understand if you don’t want to do it tho. Love your writing ❤
Summary: Dean and the Reader are in an established relationship and are trying to start a family. However, the reader has been keeping an important secret from Dean. When the truth comes out, both partners must reevaluate their priorities.
Word Count: 5,589 (sorry I went a little nuts with this one)
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Mentions of Bodily Fluids. Implied Smut. Dean Being a Colossal Asshat. Blood. Angst. TW: Infertility. Eating Disorder.
A/N: I wrote it for Dean because I think he would be more of a dick about it than Sam would have been (and I was feeling angsty so Dean is kind of douche monster in this). If you want something a little fluffier just send me another request and I’ll make it the way you want but it was left open and this is where my mind goes.
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You walk down the hall of the bunker. As you near the library, you see Dean leaning over the table with his back to you. Sam is sitting across from him and notices your approach. You raise a finger to your lips. Sam smiles as he returns his gaze to his book, while still peeking through his lashes to watch what you’re going to do.
You have no shoes on, so you’re able to glide across the floor unheard. You are about to jump on Dean’s back and surprise him. Suddenly, Dean turns around and throws you onto the table he was just leaning over.
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Warnings: Time jump (this is the epilogue). Fluff. Fluff. A bit of cute panic from Sam and Dean. And then some more fluff!!
Bamby
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Warnings: Angst. Explicit language. Mentions of death, violence and assault. They are together now, I don’t think we need to witness anymore actual violence.
Bamby
As you came down the stairs your eyes met Dean’s. You saw the moment where his gaze flickered down to the mark on your neck. He did that a lot, looking at where he’d marked you. A look of pride and love filled his gaze for the briefest of moments before he looked up, eyes meeting yours.
While the love was still there, it was mixed with anxiety and concern. Today was the day, and he was clearly very worried for and about you.
“You don’t have to do this,” he told you for the umpteenth time.
Sighing, you walked up to where he stood by the dining table, waiting for you. “See this?” You gestured to a stain on the wood. A stain you’d scrubbed at for days and days before you’d given up on it. “That is your blood. Three and a half months ago, you were brought into my home, on the brink of death, and dropped onto my table. I saved your life. A week ago, you saved mine. There are going to be times like that, Dean. Times where our lives need saving. But there are also going to be times when we won’t need saving, we just need each other.”
“You have me,” he assured you. “You have nothing to prove.”
Pairing: Secret Service Agent Dean Winchester x First Daughter Julianna Mills.
Prompt & Sin: “I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine. End of story.”
Warnings: Angst, parental feels, torture (like, lots and lots of torture), language, mentions of beatings and loss of virginity, Claire being a little shit, Dean going Clint Eastwood/dark/torturey. ***Dark stuff ahead, if that bothers you PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE don’t read!***
A/N: This is my entry for @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardbaby ‘s Seven Deadly Sins/ 666 Followers challenge. I didn’t start out with that in mind, BUUUUUT it fit right in so I went for it. Hope that’s okay ladies! Per the rules (I believe) I put the prompted quote in bold. As always, unbeta’d all mistakes are mine. Images and gifs ARE NOT; I found them in Pinterest, tumblr and Google
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After getting his head checked out and his wounds tended to, Dean gave a full account of what happened to Director Singer.
“And no distinguishing marks?” Bobby asked “Anything in his voice? An accent, a lisp?”
Dean shook his head
“No, he didn’t even sound familiar.”
Summary: With their relationship out in the open; what’s next for Secret Service Agent Dean Winchester and Julianna Mills, the President’s Daughter?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Julianna Mills
Word Count: 5690
Warnings: Language, Domestic!Dean (yes, that’s a warning), SMUT, mentions of torture, PTSD, anxiety, depression, A.D.D and a past abusive relationship. Kidnapping
Square Filled: Mental Illness
A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo and BACK by popular demand; this is the second installment for my series Made to be Broken. I hope you guys like this as much as you liked the first part. Per usual; unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine. Pictures and gif are not; I found them on Pinterest, tumblr and good, old Google.
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Normally, lying to one’s parents is easy. A few well placed sobs and a “I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again” then everyone’s lives go back to relative normalcy.
However, when you’re on the cover of a national news paper with your tongue in your boyfriend’s mouth, who also happens to be your Secret Service Agent, lying to your Dad; the President of the United States, gets a little more complicated.
Summary: She’s the President’s daughter and he’s head of her security detail. What could go wrong?
Pairing: Secret Service Dean Winchester x Julianna Mills (OFC, The President’s Daughter)
Word Count: 5104
Warnings: Language, Smut (of the dirty, filthy variety), secrecy, FLUFF (good lord, the fluff came from no where!), mentions of torture, angst, feels, dirty talk, unprotected sex. I think that’s it.
Square Filled: Secretly Dating
A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo the title was inspired by THIS performance of “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls. It resonated with me and I hope that shows in this work (granted, I’ve seen the song performed a million times but for some reason, this one just stuck with me.) Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, but the pictures are NOT. I found them on Google, Pinterest and tumblr.
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This was wrong, on so many levels. This could get him fired and her publicly shamed; that didn’t stop them however, God himself could have told them to stop and they wouldn’t have listened.
He hiked her skirt up as he flung her panties off as she practically ripped his belt and fly open.
“How long do we have?” She asked as she pulled his pants down
“Twenty minutes?” He asked “Give or take.”
“Better make it quick Winchester,” she told him as she feverishly kissed him “wouldn’t want anyone to come looking for us.”
“You’re with me baby,” he said “NO ONE’S gonna come looking for us.”
He pushed deep inside her as she moaned.
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Warnings: Flangst… a bit of fluff and a bit of angst, ‘cause there is a lot they need to talk about before they can go forward. Mentions of assault and violence. A/B/O dynamics.
Bamby
You ran your fingers through Dean’s hair as you handed him his cup of coffee. Looking up at you, he gave a sweet and thankful smile, watching as you moved to sit on the other end of the couch. You were both silent as you settled in, pulling your legs up and tucking them under you, your own coffee cup resting on your knee. Once you were settled, Dean broke the silence.
“So…” he sighed.
Squares filled: jensen!reader (Genre Bingo) and Three AM (Genre Bingo)
Ship: alpha!Jensen x omega!Reader
Characters: Jensen, James (OMC)
Summary: you’re working in a small bakery to make ends meet when an Alpha walks through the door and turns your world upside down.
Word Count: 4000
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, possessive Alpha!Jensen, nesting, anxiety, maybe triggers for OCD,
A/N: thanks so much for everyone being so understanding about the break. I’m going to slowly start posting this again but I can’t guarantee the next part will be ready by next Monday. Who knows - I might’ve already put it in the queue by then. Still, here’s the next part and I think this story is coming to its end. I haven’t decided yet, but there’s maybe four or five parts left. I’ve got an awesome idea for an Alpha!Dean series that I want to make a start on so…Anyway, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!
This was it, you thought, standing in the living room of what had been your home for the past five years. You were really leaving.
It had been the first home you’d truly known. Your parents hadn’t been neglectful by any means but they hadn’t been nurturing in the way you’d needed. They’d hated that you had been born an Omega and hadn’t been shy about reminding you of how less of a person you were because of it. It had made it all too easy when the decision to leave had arisen and you’d chosen without a second thought, not once looking back.
Leaving this apartment, as crappy and broken as it was, made tears well in your eyes. You had created so many memories here; it was where you had spent hours studying for exams and writing assignments, experimenting with new recipes that the bakery might be able to use and the more recent time you’d spent getting to know Jensen.
There were boxes lined along the hallway in neat stacks. Jensen had refused to let you carry anything since you were pregnant. You’d tried to tell him that something light wouldn’t hurt you or the pup but he’d hear none of it. He’d pulled himself up to his full height, all Alpha and intimidating, staring you down. It had been arousing more than anything and you’d felt the Omega within you caving to her overprotective mate.
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Heat. Fluff. Explicit language. Smut. Claiming. Knotting.
Bamby
You sat across from Dean at the dining table, dressed in one of his flannels and a pair of panties. He was flicking through his phone and eating the pizza you’d managed to throw together with what little toppings you could find. Dean didn’t seem to mind about the lack of pizazz in the food. In fact, with the way he’d dug into his first two slices, he seemed to find it heavenly.
Picking at your own slice, still on your first while he was on his fourth, you watched him intently. You’d been doing that a lot, all day, really. Just watching him, taking in his appearance, revelling in his presence.
A calm had settled over you, despite your heat. Sure, you still craved sex, but you only craved Dean. You were addicted. When you were in need of a fix, there was no panic or rush. You knew he was right there, willing to give you what you needed.
Watching him, you were reminded of the mark now on your neck. His mark. The scar that announced his claim on you.
Now, while you were over the moon about being with Dean- honestly, nothing felt more right than that- you couldn’t help but frown a little… you couldn’t help but wonder…
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Warnings: Brief angst. Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Heat. Smut. Unprotected sex. Knotting. Claiming. FINALLY!! And then some fluff.
Bamby
“I don’t want you to find someone else. I don’t want there to be anyone else.”
His words settle a shiver down your spine that made you hum, pleased. But the moment was short lived. Your insides wrenched, tugged and pulled, pain replacing that ease his words had given you.
As you curled yourself into a tighter ball, Dean shifted. He moved until he was pressed against your back again, hands pulling at you so you would uncurl from the fetal position you’d put yourself in. “We can do the chick-flick crap later, right now…” his lips pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, “let me help you, ‘Mega.”
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Characters: Omega!Reader and Alpha!OMCs.
A/N: Once again, thank you to the lovely @kittenofdoomage for being the beta for this chapter :):)
Warnings: Angst. Pain. Protective!Dean. Smut, but, like, not smutty smut. Explicit language. Thigh riding (she did say she started something with Dean and that kink…). Mentions of Trent (because he deserves a warning label). Self-hate. Self-doubt.
Bamby
“Dean.”
At the sound of you saying his name, Dean jumped into action.
He stood and turned to the open bathroom door where you realised both Hayden and Dan stood, with Sam right behind them. They all looked to you, worry clear in their eyes. Fear. No one had to say the words for you to understand why they looked so concerned. You were on the edge of death, and you doubted that looked pretty.
One look from Dean, and Sam seemed to understand what needed to be done. “I’ll get them out of here.” He nodded to his brother.
Hayden paused for the briefest of moments, looking down at you one last time before he turned on his heels and walked away, Sam not too far behind him. Dan on the other hand, was frozen on the spot.
Dean tried to keep his cool as the other Alpha stayed right where he was. “You being here is making her sick,” he tried to explain.
Tearing his eyes from you, Dan looked Dean right in the eyes. “If she gets worse…”
“She won’t,” Dean assured him. “I’ll take care of her.”
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
1500 Words
Written For: @amanda-teaches and her Unlucky #13 challenge and
Square Filled: Suffocation and Building Collapse
Warnings: Angst!!
Dust particles floated through the air, congesting what little air you had left. With nothing but a stone wall on either side, dirt beneath you and concrete above, you were trapped. Trying to take slow, shallow breaths, you moved forward, crawling on your hands and knees, only to bump up against more stone. “No,” you cried, struggling to turn back around.
It was dark, the only light coming from the glow stick Dean had given you. Enough light to show the stones that had collapsed in front of you, trapping you in the small basement. “Dean!” You called out, coughing as dust filled your lungs.
“Y/N?” His voice came out muffled from where the stones were piled up. “Are you in there?”
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Characters: Omega!Reader and Alpha!OMCs.
A/N: Thank you to the lovely @kittenofdoomage for being the beta for this chapter :):)
Warnings: Angst. A/B/O/ dynamics. Heat. Explicit language. Smut. Fingering. Vomit. And snot. Do I need a warning for snot?? I mean, this is angsty, and emotional, there will be tears and snot (not necessarily from you, but from a character). Slight panic attacks. Dying!Omega. Did I forget to mention angst??
Bamby
The drive to the cabin had been agony. You tried to cling to Hayden, but his smell made your stomach churn. The instant the car had stopped you’d thrown yourself out and vomited onto your driveway. Hayden was there, rubbing at your back, trying to soothe you, but his efforts were for nothing. If anything, he just made you feel worse.
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Characters: Omega!Reader and Alpha!OMCs.
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Heat. Explicit language. Dub-con-ish… which quickly turns into non-con. Fingering. Dry humping. Sexual assault. Almost rape. I don’t want to call it smut, due to the nature of it, but it happens in a car. Self-hate. Violence. Blood. Near death. Angst. HEED THE WARNINGS!!
Bamby
“Trent.” You pulled yourself up until you were standing straight, trying to look. Hope he couldn’t smell you over the rain. “What are you doing here?”
“Friday night.” He shrugged, still heading towards you. “Wanted a beer after work. Why? You staking claim over the-” He paused in his tracks, eyes going wide before they raked over you. “Your heat.”
You flinched at the word, backing up a little, only to whisper as another wave of pain flushed through you.
He hesitated for barely a second, before he continued towards you.
Pulling back, you shook your head. “No. No, I’m fine. I don’t need-”
“Bullshit.” He rolled his eyes, ignoring you as his arm slipped around your waist. “God, your clothes are soaked through. If you don’t get out of this rain, you’re gonna get sick,” he said, more to himself than to you. “Come on.” He pulled you closer before leading you over to his truck.
With the smell of the rain still surrounding you, you hummed and let your body melt into his leather jacket. Your feet moved without much thought. You just let him take you towards his truck- which was parked at the back of the parking lot.
He was being gentle, despite your last conversation, despite your heat, and you really didn’t have a lot of options. You decided to trust him.
It was a big mistake. You just didn’t know it yet.
Summary: you’re working in a small bakery to make ends meet when an Alpha walks through the door and turns your world upside down.
Characters: Alpha Jensen x Omega Reader
Word Count: 2,997
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, drama, fluff, money issues, apartment hunting?
A/N: unfortunately due to current work demands of my job, this will be the last post for probably the next few weeks. As it was, this was a struggle to get out. I’m a teacher and currently writing reports and doing assessment and I’m beyond overloaded at the moment so something has to give. This will be finished (I’ll probably even write it without posting) and if I get the whole thing done in my semi-break then I’ll put it all up without making you wait a week. No promises though. I do have one Bucky x Reader fic scheduled for this week but that’s it at the moment. Anyway, thank you to everyone who has reblogged and commented and messaged - you guys are seriously all awesome and make my day.
Just as Jensen had promised the doctor, you had been laid out in bed resting. Even after the first week was up, your Alpha had kept a close eye on you to ensure there wasn’t a repeat attack. He’d gone as far as to ask Gen to come keep an eye on you when he (reluctantly) had to return to work. Though you’d insisted it was over the top and completely unnecessary, you had enjoyed having the petit Omega come over.
The two of you had become good friends in the short time you’d known each other; you’d spent half of one day complaining good-naturedly about your overprotective Alphas. Gen even got along with Tia who had come to check on you during her lunch break and ended up staying for much longer than she was meant to. They had demanded to see the clothes you had for the pup and gushed over the tiny bodysuit that you’d bought after finding out you were pregnant.
If it hadn’t been for those two and Jensen, you probably would’ve gone mad on bed rest. There was nothing you were allowed to do but sit around and watch TV. Sure, for the first day you’d enjoyed it but when your back started to ache and you grew restless, it became so much harder to enjoy it. All you could do was think about all the things you still needed to do; the pup’s room, for one, needed some serious work and you hated to leave Sophia down an employee.
You decided to pass the time by searching through the current apartment listings. Finding a new apartment hadn’t been a focus for some time now, mostly because there was always a little voice in the back of your mind that reminded you there was no rush.
Bamby’s Masterlist Made for You Masterlist
Summary: Dean was yours. You were his. At least that’s what it felt like when you both presented. But then John sent you away, at the ripe age of fifteen. ‘For your own safety,’ that’s what he said. You go about your life, believing what John did was for the best… but all that changes when a certain bloody and wounded Alpha is dropped on your dining room table.
Characters: Omega!Reader, Beta!OFC, Alpha!OMC and Alpha!Bobby.
AN: Please let me know if you did not get notified of your tag :):)
Warnings: Time jump. Angst. Explicit language. Filler chapter to get the plot where I need it.
Bamby
Seated in your hotel room, you skimmed the article on the screen of your laptop, trying to see whether or not you’d found yourself a case. But the further you read, the less likely it seemed.
“I’m calling it. There’s no case here. Just some asshole teens.”
You turned in your seat with a sigh, now facing your hunting buddy. “I hate to say you’re right, but…”
