It was dangerous downtown. A battle was raging in the street, Payback
out in force against some criminal element, you didn’t really know
the details. There was no reason for you to be there. Well, there was
no good reason.
You were there for him.
You had bought the police scanner a couple of weeks after you met him
for the first time. Some big media frenzy parade, all the members of
Payback shaking hands, posing for pictures, signing autographs for
rabid fans. Soldier Boy had posed and strutted and smirked his way
through the crowd, but when his eyes had landed on you – he had
paused, one side of his sinful lips drawn up in a lecherous smile.
“Well, hello there, beautiful,” he had said, his voice smooth and
warm as hot buttered rum. He had taken your hand in his, brought it
to his lips, and gave it a kiss that immediately brought to mind how
those lush lips would feel elsewhere. “Hope I can run into you
again sometime.” His eyes were dark with promises of what could
happen, if that were to happen. When he left you standing
there, your knees were weak and there was a steady throbbing between
your thighs that took way too long to subside.
A/N: This was written for @webcricket’s SPN
Advent Challenge with the prompt, flavor: peppermint. This was betaed by a friend who is not on Tumblr. Sexy but no smut. Enjoy.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. “It’ll be
a quick case.”
“Witches are never a quick case. Why didn’t
you mentioned witches before? We coulda taken the werewolf case instead.”
“Uh-huh yeah, well…you’ll love this,” Sam
stated, undeterred by Dean’s comment.
Dean took his eyes off the road for a second,
to look at his brother. “Will you tell me where I’m driving to?”
“Nope. We’ll be there in two minutes, Dean.
Relax. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“Witches man. I-.”
Sam just smirked at his response, effectively
silencing Dean as he tried to start guessing where they were going. A pie
factory? In the middle of nowhere? Not very likely. What else was more probable
that Dean would love?
A tense silence filled the car while Dean gave
Sam surreptitious glances trying to glean some clues from his body language.
But his brother was damn good at keeping a secret; he always had been. Oh – so
infuriating.
“Okay, make a left here and we’ll be right
there.”
Dean gulped and looked over at his brother a
second before he made the turn, suddenly tense about the charade. But all of
that dissipated when he saw the huge neon sign. He abruptly stopped the car and
gaped. He turned to Sam with a twinkle in his eyes.
“No, Sammy what the hell?!” he asked his
little brother in an excited but obviously incredulous tone.
A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet or just a little something about what I would write if I actually wrote something, but instead, I actually wrote something! Prompt provided by @wingedcatninja.
Prompt: Dean x Reader, hurt/comfort
Summary: Dean and the Reader are BOTH hurt on a hunt and Sam has to take care of them. They get… needy.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Nothing. It’s just so freaking fluffy.
Word count: 2322 words
After much squabbling (Dean was hurt worse, but you kind of had to pee), Sam carried you to the bathroom, then helped Dean get settled in his room, then carried you from the bathroom to your bedroom. He left you with an apology and a set of guilty puppy eyes, then raced off to find supplies.
You got changed into comfy clothes all by yourself, thank…Pete, maybe? Can’t thank God anymore, so might as well thank a random dude named Pete. It was about as effective. Anyway, a severely sprained ankle and bruised/possibly cracked ribs made things difficult, but not impossible. Mostly. You’d gotten off easy. Dean had broken his leg. Luckily, it was just a hairline fracture that would heal in a few weeks, but he was non-weight-bearing for a while. As were you. And the little clinic you’d visited for the x-rays was all out of crutches. Hence Sam running around like a one-armed paperhanger to help you both.
I got the idea for this when I heard about the Marvel series coming to Disney Plus. So here’s how this is going to work: Fifteen one shots, one for each season. Each will begin with a question, which will change a key plot point. First up, season 1 of course.
What if John died in the fire instead of Mary?
November 2nd, 1983- Lawrence Kansas
Mary Winchester yawned tiredly as she finished up the last of the dinner dishes. Sam was teething and had woken up several times the previous night. John had been working late at the garage, and keeping 4- year old Dean entertained was practically a full-time job.
John had given Dean his bath, which Dean loved because he idolized his father. It was their special time together. No matter how busy John was a work, he always tried his best to be home by bath time.
“C’mon, let’s go say goodnight to your brother,” Mary told Dean, taking him by the hand.
“G’night, Sam,” Dean said to his baby brother as he kissed the top of his head before running into his father’s arms.
“You got him?” Mary asked John as she walked from the room. John nodded.
“Sweet dreams, Sam,” John whispered over Dean’s soft hair.
