@mrs-moose-chester / mrs-moose-chester.tumblr.com
Frat Boy!Chris Evans x female reader
You’re still upset with Chris after seeing the text message from the mysterious Alice. You think it might be time to move on.
Contains harsh language, drinking, smut
All Wrapped and Ready To Go (Bonus Chapter)
Three years after you almost die from a werewolf attack, Peter Hale comes to you, tortured and bloodied, seeking a safe haven. What could possibly go wrong? Eventual Peter Hale x reader - slow burn. Previous Derek Hale x reader. Derek Hale x Braeden
AO3 if you prefer
I'm obsesseeeeeeeed!!
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Mary Winchester,Balthazar, Michael, Gabriel Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,104 Warnings: Language, casual drug use, angst, someone gets stabbed. Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning?
With the tension thick in the air, everyone took their seats at the table quickly. Dean sat in John’s chair and started the meeting in the same manner as his father; skull ring tapping on the table.
There was no point in beating around the bush. “Dad’s been put into a medically-induced coma,” Dean admitted, his voice weary from keeping his emotions under control. There were murmurs of confusion, so you elaborated further.
“With the bullet’s location, placing him in the coma was the only choice they had. It sounds like a death sentence, but believe me when I say that it’s John’s only chance of survival,” you added quickly, hoping to keep the gang from getting riled up.
Several men turned and glared at you darkly. “Where were you when he got shot?” demanded Balthazar, his accented-voice dangerously low.
Frat Boy!Chris Evans x Reader
You meet Chris at a party and realize maybe he’s not your typical drunk frat boy. Or is he?
Contains language, smut, fingering, almost sex, making out with someone you barely know, drinking
Tagging for interest @blacktithe7 @percywinchester27 @sebbytrash @feelmyroarrrr @docharleythegeekqueen @faith-in-dean @ellen-reincarnated1967 @knittingknerdy @deanssweetcherrypie @thisislilith @docharleythegeekqueen @aiaranradnay @ofdragonsanddreams16 @dean-in-the-devils-trap @thing-you-do-with-that-thing
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Miss the beginning? Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters, Patrick, Jodi Mills, Mary Winchester, James Novak, Sam Winchester Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,764 Warnings: Attempted murder, blood and injury, conspiracy, language, casual use of illegal drugs, angst, fluff, medical jargon. Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. GIF credit [x][x] Other GIF from Google.
Crowley knew from the moment Jo left his office that he was going to frame her for the murder of John Winchester. He just had to make sure to execute his plan perfectly. Since Jo had gotten her perky ass kicked out of COLT, Crowley didn’t want to act too soon. He wanted the Winchesters -and guest- to start to feel safe, as if all of their problems had disappeared with the death of Gadreel.
Only one other person knew the entirety of Crowley’s plan; Patrick. He was tall, dark, deathly handsome, and had a thick accent that made all the ladies -and a few of the men- swoon. Patrick flirted shamelessly with the petite blonde, told her about his rough childhood in Cyprus and the UK, even played the sympathy card by telling her how his parents died when he was a teenager. Jo was eating out of his hand and Crowley knew Patrick wouldn’t let him down.
Several days later, Crowley decided it was time. Patrick and Jo were going at it like rabbits and everyone except John had just pulled away on their bikes. He sat back for several long moments, making sure the sounds of the loud bikes had drifted away before Crowley pushed off the stolen bike that was sitting just out of view. Dark leather gloves were pulled on as he strode up the driveway, disappearing silently into the house just as a car drove past.
With a cup in his hand and his nose buried in the newspaper, John walked into the kitchen; only stopping because Crowley cleared his throat.
“Hello, John,” Crowley rasped, pulling a loosely-wrapped bundle from his pocket.
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,861 Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning? GIF credit [x][x][x][x]
“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”
Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”
James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”
Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”
Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”
“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.
Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”
There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.
“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.
James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”
He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.
Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.
“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Ruby, Gadreel Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1,325 Warnings: Y’all, shit has hit the fan. Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning? Picture credit [x] GIF credit[x][x]
Sam couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Before they left the house, Dean let everyone know that he’d be breaking away for a bit, taking Y/N on a back road with an amazing view. He’d rejoin the group when the roads met back up about 30 miles later.
Problem was, they passed the junction 10 minutes ago and no one had seen Dean and Y/N.
Pulling up next to his mom and dad, he told them about the knot in his belly. “I’m gonna go back and make sure nothing happened.”
John nodded his approval, watching in worry as Sam turned his bike around and tore off to find Dean. He hadn’t said anything to Mary, but his stomach had been rolling with unease the moment Dean pulled away from the group.
With Ruby at his back, Sam sped away, trying to keep all the ‘what ifs’ at bay, but it was no use. Images of the worst case scenario bombarded his brain relentlessly, only fueling the fire of fear in his gut. Ruby wrapped her arms around Sam and squeezed, resting her hand over his racing heart. She had always been there for him when he needed. But no amount of silent support could prepare him for what he saw at the top of a hill.
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Crowley, Ellen Harvelle Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,579 Warnings: Language, angst, casual drug use, explicit sexual content Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning? GIF credit [x][x][x]
The meeting had started only been in session for a few minutes when John tapped on the table with the side of his ring, the one Mary had given him when they first formed COLT. Everyone around the table immediately stopped talking and turned their attention to their leader, eyes full of curiosity at the stony look on his face.
“I know that everyone has been on edge since Crowley showed up last week. But after talking with Mary and the boys,” John grabbed his wife’s hand and nodded at Dean and Sam. “We came to the conclusion that it ain’t gonna happen.”
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Gadreel, Crowley Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1,344 Warnings: Language, angst, casual drug use. Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning?
It was after Mary had fallen asleep that you decided to tell John and Sam about Gadreel. Dean still hadn’t returned, but you couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer.
You were pulling a deep drag from your second cocaine-laced cigarette and your leg was bouncing nervously under the intense gaze from two very intimidating men.
“This man,” John started, voice rough with barely keeping his emotions under control. “You saw him?”
“Today,” you said tremulously. “He delivered a bouquet of flowers; lilies. They were my favorite, until…” your voice trailed off as you stood and showed them your scar-adorned stomach.
While both men had their share of scars, they hissed and winced as if they themselves felt the pain. Then, there eyebrows drew together and dark rage rolled into their eyes. Sam, who was sitting next to you, reached out and ran his thumb over the scar. You did your best not to wince -it still hurt every now and then- or pull away from his inquisitive touch.
“Serrated butcher knife,” you muttered, answering his unasked question. “Pushed it in to the hilt, and then pulled.” Using Sam’s finger, you demonstrated what happened.
“Son of a bitch,” John snarled. “Until Gad is dealt with, you’re staying here, Y/N.”
Sam was nodding almost violently in agreement. “We won’t let you outta our sight.”
Your hands were shaking as you pulled your shirt down. “I don’t want to intrude. I mean…” you waved a hand in the direction of where Mary was sleeping.
John stood, rounded the small table, and grabbed your shoulders. “You’re not intruding. Besides, you saved Mary. The least I could do is offer you a safe haven.” He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, only to release you a moment later when the three of you heard Mary call out.
Title: That Moment Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word count: 703 Warnings: Angst, language Read Part 1 by @winchesterswoonathon Read Part 2 by @mrs-squirrel-chester and @winchesterswoonathon A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters SPN Team Building Challenge. Bold are lyrics from the song that was assigned. [x]
Dean snorted, it sounded like a joke. “The Book of the Damned? And you’re hopeful about this?”
She sure looked hopeful, excited even. He’d always loved that in her, but now it crushed him. He couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t watch as she grasped at straws, tried to help him and eventually was overcome with the painful realisation that this was him now. That there was no going back. Even if the mark disappeared, Dean doubted he’d ever be the same. Fuck. He needed a drink.
“I am, Dean,” she started, pushing a strand of hair which had gotten loose as she hurried after him behind her ear. “As I said, I think this might be it.”
“Spit it out. Why do think this will work?” He had to ditch her, fast. Before she did something cute again.
“Well, that’s the problem,” her eyes dropped to the gravel, “I don’t exactly know how to read it… yet.”
Dean turned to leave again. This was fucking perfect. Part of him felt mad at her, coming all the way to find him and then this. Another dead end. Frustration jolted through him, chasing away the nice buzz he had acquired. The very last thing on a long list of things he didn’t want, was to be sober. And there he was, closer to sober than drunk.
“Come and find me when you can read it, Y/N. Until then, goodbye.” With hands shoved deep into his pockets, his jaw clenched shut, Dean strode away, doing his best not to turn back and look at her one last time.
Why was he like this? Why did he always push away the ones that he loved the most? The ones who were willing to risk their lives to save him, to stand by his side no matter what, to love him. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t worth it. He was the one that started the goddamn apocalypse, after all. Because of him, so many people had died. Sam and Y/N would argue, that they had saved more lives than had been lost, but who fucking knew?
“You helped me, you know,” she breathed, barely audible over the brisk wind. But Dean heard her, heard the emotion in her voice, how the words rolled shakily off her tongue as if she was barely holding it together.
Dean scoffed, kicking at a rock he was just about to step on. “How the fuck did I do that, sweetheart?”
“You found me, running at the speed of light, trying to outrun a past that I just couldn’t escape. When all I wanted to do was protect myself and hide away-”
Dean whirled around and was shaking his head. “No. Don’t do that,” he demanded. “Don’t make me sound like some fucking prince charming. That’s something I ain’t.”
She walked to him, slowly, as if he were a scared animal and would bolt if she moved too fast. “Even at my darkest, you still wanted me, Dean. Why wouldn’t… won’t you let me return the favor?”
He couldn’t stop it, the tears that pricked the back of his eyes or the sudden emotion that felt like it was trying to choke him. Dean swiped a hand over his face, angrily muttering, “There’s nothing I could tell you that you don’t know yourself, Y/N.”
But she didn’t give up. She stood in front of him and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close enough that she could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He tried to push her away, but it was no use; she was stronger than she looked.
“You are the everything I need, Dean,” she murmured against his neck. “Please let me back in.”
Fuck, he was tired. So tired of fighting and being so goddamn strong, like he was made of stone, the unbreakable Winchester that didn’t need anyone. When in truth, the reality was that he wanted her… needed her. Because all of this time without her, he was lost, like a goddamn puppy that just needed a home.
Dean gripped her tight enough to drive the air from her lungs before melting into her. “I need you,” he breathed.
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Gadreel Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1,833 Warnings: Language, angst, casual drug use, explicit sexual content. Consider this a warning for most chapters. Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning? GIF credit [x]
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Ruby Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,069 Warnings: Language, angst, little bit of SMUT, cat fight, use of the word cunt one time. Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning?
After work, you went home and took a shower, changing into a black tank and jeans with a hooded sweatshirt and Chucks before heading back to the Winchester’s house. You needed to talk to Dean about Jo.
He met you halfway up the driveway with a long kiss. “Hey babe. I was hoping you’d come by.”
“Yeah?” you sighed, eyes still closed and your arms around his waist. “Not sick of me yet?”
“Not a chance,” Dean sighed, swaying a bit as the two of you did nothing but stare at the other.
Laughter started to bubble in your throat and you couldn’t stop it from escaping. “What?”
“Just lookin’ at my girl. That ok?”
You pretended to mull things over, gnawing on your bottom lip as you did so. “I suppose.”
Dean kissed you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth none-too-gently. “Come inside and meet the guys, yeah?”
“Sure,” you answered softly. It could wait a little while, you supposed. With your fingers tangled in his, Dean led you through the garage and into a large building by the pool.
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1,690 Warnings: Language, angst, making out, aftercare of a gunshot Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning? GIF credit [x][x][x]
The first thing that Sam felt when he stirred was a hot, throbbing pain in his chest. The next was a stab to both temples, how it throbbed in time with his heart, pulsing hard and fast. His eyes were heavy, refusing to raise no matter how hard he tried. He knew where he was just by the plush leather he was half-lying on. He had spent many nights passed out in that very spot. With his eyes still fighting him, he shifted on the chair until his ass was on the edge. He spread his feet and, using the arm that wasn’t throbbing painfully, hoisted himself out of the chair.
Sam stumbled and cursed, grinding it out through his teeth, drops of spittle falling from his lips. Bursts of white exploded behind his eyes as the pain intensified, spreading up into his neck and blossoming at the base of his skull. He took a moment to regain his footing, found the wall with his hand, and proceeded slowly to the door.
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters,Ellen Harvelle, Ruby Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,670 Warnings: Language, illegal drug use Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence. Miss the beginning?
With his mouth agape, Dean watched her run away. “What the fuck?” He hadn’t really expected her to throw herself at him, but the fear that twisted her features had made Dean take a step back. He waited for a handful of minutes, hoping Y/N would come out so he could check on her, make sure she was ok. But she didn’t.
Grabbing a pen and paper, he jotted down a quick note, his name and cell number, folded it in half, scribbled her name on it, and placed it on the desk. He figured if she didn’t call, he knew where she worked and he could stop by anytime.
Summary: Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,219 Warnings: Language Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, possible explicit canon typical violence.
Freedom. That’s what it felt like when Dean hopped on his bike, and rode down the streets of Lawrence. Even the back roads. Especially the back roads. It didn’t matter if he was going 20 or 90. It was the wind that surrounded him, pushed through his hair, up and over his shoulders. It was the fact that as he rode, nothing else mattered. Not John or Bobby grooming him to take over the family business. Not Mary pestering him playfully that it was past time to find a woman. Not Jo pining after him like he was a goddamn football quarterback. Nothing. It was just him and his bike.
Summary: Modern-day AU where Steve is a college professor whose specialty is WWII. You work for Stark Industries and after leading an excavation of Hitler’s secret bunker, you find an object that was thought to be a legend. Characters: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Nick Fury, & Ellie (Original Child Character) Word Count: 1,812 Warnings: Language, fluff, talk of parent dying Author’s Note: I know, I’m horrible. It’s been months since I’ve written Professor Steve. But fear not, here is a chapter. Miss the beginning? Other images found on Google. GIF credit [x][x]
If you hadn’t been leaning against the counter, you would have fallen to the floor. “Ok… yeah. So she, umm, she did… is she -,” you choked on your words.
Steve disconnected with Clint and ran over. “What’s going on, baby?” he whispered as he kissed your forehead. All you could do was shake your head, listening to the man on the phone.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. We did everything we could, but we were unable to save her.”
You swallowed thickly, able to rid your voice of just enough emotion to finish the conversation. “What do you need to release the body?”
“We will need an identification and some forms signed.”
“Send me a picture and if I’ve identified her, I’ll give you my email to send the forms. Once signed, I’ll send them back. Does that work?” You grabbed Steve’s shirt, scraping your nails on his side as you fisted the cotton blend shirt.
“Yes ma’am. I will send a picture. I am sorry for your loss,” genuine concern was thick on his tongue.
“Thank you,” you barely got the words out before the realization of your sister’s death hit you like a fucking freight train.
The next couple of weeks were emotional and stressful, and by far, the hardest thing you’ve endured since your father died, but with the help of Steve, Nat, and Bucky, you and Ellie got through it. Without them, you don’t know how you would have made it. Your own grief threatened to consume you, but you had no choice but to get through it; because of Ellie.
Ellie handled the loss of her mother as you had expected; a lot of tears, confusion, and anger. She even asked if that meant she had to live with another family.
“What do you mean, Bug?”
Her grip on your hand was so tight, you wouldn’t have been surprised to see bruises. “Those families that take in kids that aren’t theirs, the ones nobody wants anymore.”
Your chest went tight with a barely contained sob. “Baby, no. You’re not going anywhere, I promise.”
“How do you know?” she implored, tears dripping off her cheeks and chin.
Sniffling and biting the inside of your cheek, you cupped her wet face in your hands and kissed her forehead. “Do you know what a Last Will and Testament is?” When she shook her head, you pulled in a shuddering breath. “A will is a legal document that someone puts together for when they-” the word got stuck in your throat, threatening to choke you.
“You can say it, Y/N,” her voice was tiny and tremulous.
Tears pricked your eyes and you smiled sadly. “For when they die.”
Dark chocolate eyes bored into yours. “Did mommy have one?”
“Yeah, bug, she did,” you answered, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand.
Ellie nodded and furrowed her brows as she thought, her eyes darting around the room. “Who get’s me?”
“El, it’s not like that.” She nodded once, biting her bottom lip in anticipation for your answer to her question. You tried answering in a way that wouldn’t make it sound like she was an object, that she was a human being, but all you could think of was, “You’re not some thing to give away, ok? How would you like to come and stay with me?”
Red-rimmed eyes went wide and she gasped. “Forever?”
“As long as you want to, bug.”
Ellie launched herself into your arms and started crying again. Small fingers tangled in your hair as you rocked side to side on her bed, your arms tight around her, crying almost as much as she was.
“You mean it?”
“Pinkie promise.”
Along with becoming Ellie’s legal guardian -paperwork had been signed by you, your lawyer, and a judge- Brenda left you everything. From the house in the Hamptons to the engagement ring Ellie’s father had presented when asking for her hand in marriage. There was also a sizable inheritance in Ellie’s name, one she couldn’t access until she was 21.
The entire estate was now in your name. No pressure.
Summary: After spending a night in the backseat of the Impala, you walk into the motel room to find Dean, naked and handcuffed to the bed. Word Count: 2,352 Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Warnings: Language, explicit sexual content, oral sex [male receiving], unsafe sex [come on, y’all, this isn’t real life], slight praise!kink, restrained consensual sex. Author’s Note: Italics are flashbacks. For @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and @sis-tafics birthday bash.
The last thing you expected to see when you stepped into the motel room was a very naked Dean. But that’s not why your mouth fell open. It was the handcuffs. Yeah, Dean Winchester was handcuffed to the bed. Nothing you hadn’t seen or experimented with before, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that around Dean’s wrists and headboard was a pair of fuzzy, leopard-print handcuffs.
