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Memorial Day

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Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: It’s the most perfect Memorial Day you could ever dream of but you can’t help but feel nervous; you have quite big news you’ve yet to share.

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Word Count: 1337

Warnings: fluff! pure lovey fluff! 

A/N: This is my first RPF Fic! Yay! Please go easy on me if I’ve messed up any of the real life details, but do let me know! I’ve been inspired by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing to try out a RPF fic, as Karina just writes them so magically. Of course, no hate to Daneel, simply an AU where you’re Jensen’s wife and she’s not. As always, FEEDBACK IS SO VERY VERY LOVED AND APPRECIATED, EVEN JUST A LIKE!

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“Choose thoughts that give you the emotions of being alive and excited about life.” 

― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life

           The air was crisp and fresh, the smell of barbecue and freshly mown grass wafting through the air. The sun was out in full blaze, warming your skin kindly; the pool water was freezing, and Jared and Misha just loved to push you in. You didn’t usually mind, but today it was a little tedious. Of course, you had been a lot testier as of late, but they couldn’t have known that or why. They would soon.

           Memorial Day was never this picturesque, you had dreamed of this type of day off for years; surrounded by friends and family, delicious food, and your beautiful husband, Jensen, standing behind the grill with a beer bottle in his hand. He noticed you staring and winked, that flirty smirk that you adored coming over his lips. He wasn’t debonair suave by any means, but he was absolutely everything you wanted and more. He was perfect for you, and you for him. You blew a kiss back at him, laughing slightly at him in an apron. He initially wanted a chef’s hat to denote his job, but when it proved to be too hot for a full-blown summer’s day, he settled for the apron. It wasn’t often that you let him take over the reins of cooking, but you figured you deserved a little spoiling under the current circumstances. He was both ecstatic and suspicious when you handed him all the equipment.

           “Finally believe I won’t burn the house down?” Jensen had quipped, his eyes sparkling as he looked over you. You shrugged.          

           “No, but I’m hoping you’ll prove me wrong.”

           He just shook his head, laughing as he began to set up for the party. Everyone was coming; Jared and Misha, their entire families, Rob, Mark, Jeff, Jim, the whole gang. It wasn’t often that you could get everyone together at once; with shooting Supernatural and all their other creative hobbies, almost everyone was busied all the time. You had lucked out, and you were so unbelievably thankful. You wanted everyone to be there that day.

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Ignore It

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Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, and a random couple at the bar

Words: 1,520

Warnings: Embarrassment

Prompt: This is for @super-not-naturall​‘s 200 Follower Challenge. My prompt was “We’re a family. Families talk about things.” / “No! Families ignore things until they go away.” 

A/N: My prompt will be in bold!

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Drinking.

It was the ritual that happened after a very long or rough hunt. Sometimes it was at the motel or others it was at the bar. The latter seemed to hold more than one release from the hunting life. For a moment the boys could find a girl to leave with, and feel like a normal guy picking up chicks.

It was something you didn’t really care for. You never saw the point in picking up some drunk, possibly sleazy guy who can’t figure out how to have you begging to cum and moaning his name. In fact, you’d rather do it yourself. You knew how to have yourself coming undone so you saved yourself of the irritation.

You never once judged Sam and Dean for their choices. But you did however envy whatever girl left on Sam’s arm or swaying beside him.

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A Little Help

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Characters: Dean x Reader

Request: Dean is masterbating and the reader finds him and helps. 

Words: 1,471

Warnings: Masterbation, fantasies, male receiving

A/N: This is my first time really writing any smut related thing with Dean, so constructive criticism is welcome!

Originally posted by spnjensenlove02

The three of you were waiting for a hunt to come along, so each of you trying finding something to pass the time. Sam of course, had taken to reading the books in the library or organizing them since Dean would often mess them up. Dean decided to tackle washing the vehicles, which only took him a couple hours so past that he was bored. You had decided it would be a good time to do some yoga and even clean up the bunker. Both of these things had cured someone of their boredom though.

Dean’s green eyes were fixated on you in the kitchen as you cleaned. He was leaning against a counter with his beer in his hand, eyes washing over your entire body. Dean loved watching the way your muscles worked as you washed off the stove, the way your shirt hiked up your back so he could get the tiniest glimpse of your black him poking out. You were on your knees scrubbing and all he could think about was you in front of him, with his hand in your hair as you would gaze back up at him before taking him into your mouth. Dean took another swig of his beer, his mouth making a noise as he pulled it away. The sound making you giggle. Soon the idea of you giggling from his stubble gently rubbing your skin as he kissed his way down filled his mind. All he could hear was you laughing and begging him to put his mouth somewhere else, so the tickling sensation of his stubble would turn into one that would rub between your thighs as he buried his tongue inside of you. You would moan out his name and-

“Dean? Dean!”

Dean blinked a bit and came back to focus on you, “Hm?”

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Anyone Else But You

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Sequel to The One and Last Dance, inspired by this song. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get posted. I had writer’s block and have also been busy with work. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!

Words: 720

Characters: Reader, Dean

Warnings: Fluff

Originally posted by sensualkisses

A week had went by since Dean left and you placed the letter in his mailbox. You knew he had yet to return since the mailbox was full when you checked yesterday. It had become routine to check anytime you went by the house. It may have been creepy, but you were completely anxious. There wasn’t much room to sleep or eat with all the nerves kicking in. The silence of your apartment was eating away at you so you decided to turn on some music. 

Your voice rang throughout the rooms as you cleaned the dishes. However, your singing practice was brought to a startling hault when there was rapid knocking at your door. You grabbed the nearest pot and headed towards your door. Since you were too short to see out your peep hole, you slowly opened the door. 

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Last Dance

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Sequel to The One and inspired by this song

Words: 593

Characters: Dean, Reader, mentions of Sam

Warnings: Angst

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

After Dean had walked off you were quick to grab the rest of the things you needed before making a line for the checkout. You kept your focus on the cashier as they bagged and rang up your items. Dean’s fake smile had broke your heart and every part of you wanted to see his genuine smile. The past few months for you had sucked. What you truly wanted was to run straight back for Dean, but you were angry and hurt. You know what you said had struck Dean pretty hard. In all honesty, you wanted to be something more than friends again. He was the one for you, and he would always be all you ever wanted. 

“$80.76,” the cashier said for a second time. 

“Oh, sorry.” You pulled your wallet out and handed him the money, “Keep the change." 

You quickly piled your bags in your cart and hurried for the door. Your eyes scanned the parking lot, searching for any sign of the Impala. It was clear Dean had left. A sigh escaped your lips and you gathered your things into your trunk before making your way to your small apartment. 

You had put everything away and sat on your couch. As you absently stroked your finger with your thumb you contemplated about heading over to his place. You glanced down at your ring finger as you kept stroking. It felt off, naked even without the ring on your hand. With your free hand you snatched up your phone. You had deleted all of Dean’s numbers, except for one number in particular. You had kept Sam’s because even if you weren’t with Dean, Sam was always a brother to you. You could always vent and talk with him about anything. Sam had given you advice about Dean on more than one occasion, so this wouldn’t be any different. 

The phone rang three times before someone answered, however it wasn’t Sam. 

"Sam?" 

"Sorry wrong number." 

You pulled the phone away to watch the call end. Sam had gotten a new number…. It didn’t surprise you since they’d often switch numbers. It was a habit they picked up from when they worked with Frank. 

You quickly grabbed your keys and headed for your car. You were finally doing what you wanted to do for the past few months. You just never thought he’d want you back. That he’d never return, but seeing him today you knew. You knew just how broken he was even though he lied. He was feeling the same way you were. 

You finally reached the house and found no signs of the Impala. The only car here was Sam’s and you quickly headed for the door. You stood on the porch frozen. What if Sam wouldn’t answer? What if he did and told you to leave? With a shaky breath, you knocked. You waited a few moments before there was no answer. Sam wasn’t here. Which meant if Sam’s car was here but he wasn’t, Sam was gone with Dean. Dean had left to go hunting. Which meant there’d be no telling when he’d return, and if you’d even get to tell him how you felt. 

You slowly eased yourself down onto the steps. All you could do was hug your knees to your chest. Your mind was reeling with many thoughts colliding at once. 

All you wanted was to get him back- to make it alright. Forget everything that drove you a part and remember what brought you together. Because for you, Dean was your one.

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The One

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A/N: This is a one shot inspired by this song.

Words: 552

Characters: Dean, Reader, mentions of Sam

Warnings: Angst, mentions of seperation

Originally posted by shiasatte

Dean’s green eyes watched as you put things into your cart. It had been months since he had last seen you- since you left and gave back the ring. The arguement had gotten out of hand and you broke up. Which lead the both of you down to this. You wanted to go back to the beginning when you were friends and never anything more. 

Dean gulped and gave you a small nod with a smile as he passed. You matched his smile.

“How’ve you been,” you asked softly. 

Dean forced a bigger smile that could have even had himself fooled, “I’ve been fine." 

You frowned a bit, "Have you heard from Sam lately?”

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Unleashed: Part Two

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Pairing: Omega!Reader x Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam

Requested by Anonymous: Could you do a fic where the reader is an omega but doesn’t want to be, so she stays independent and takes heat suppressants so that she can pass as a beta. She is a hunter and lives in the bunker. She forgets to take her heat suppressants and goes into heat and Alpha Dean mates with her and claims her. When she comes out of heat she’s super angry about but it works out in the end. I think it could be a fun series idea but just a one shot is still great!

Summary: You have hidden your Omega status from the Alpha Winchesters for years. When you slip up on taking your suppressants, your inner Omega is let off her leash and both you and Dean give into your more basic impulses. Is it nothing more than a regretful mistake? Or, can you lean to accept yourself and your feelings for the Alpha before it’s too late?

Word Count: 3,327

Warnings: ABO Dynamics. Smut. Male Masturbation. NSFW. 18+.

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