A/N: This doesn’t have the smut y’all were probably hoping for, but dang it– Professor Winchester is a handsome, respectable, intelligent man and I thought it would be a disservice to him if he just jumped into the sack with a student right off the bat. Y’all can blame/thank @ericaprice2008 for this. I posted some time ago that I had several big assignments due, but all I wanted to do was write smut. She said, “Just don’t confuse the two. That could get awkward hella quick.” GUESS WHAT IDEA I RAN WITH. Also, @whimsicalrobots messaged me the day I had a run in with my professor and said “So how’s your day going? See any professors you want to run any ideas by?” Y’all probably don’t remember those moments because this series has taken months to get going, but I thank you again for the inspiration!
By class Wednesday, Charlie was really starting to drive you up the wall. She hadn’t let your dream go for a second and she promised she wouldn’t give it a rest until you divulged every single detail. You’d purposely arrived late to class to have a few extra moments of peace, but you were sure she’d set into you again as soon as class was done.
Professor Winchester had settled into a lecture about the Transcontinental Railroad and its role in the growth of cities when Charlie decided she wasn’t about to wait until the end of class.
“So how’s your day going?” she whispered. “See any professors you want to run any ideas by?”
You ignored her and began taking notes. Since you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him and Charlie was trying to get a rise out of you, you fixed your eyes on your notebook and refused to let them wander.
“You can’t go all class without looking at him,” she continued in a hushed tone. “I know how much you love it when he wears darker colors.” You finally looked up to glare her, but all she did was grin.
Professor Winchester cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your attention to the front of the room in embarrassment–immediately forgetting that you’d been determined not to look at him.
Warnings: some language, a little dirty talk, mild smuttiness, Dean in a white button up with rolled up sleeves
A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Smut is hard and I still feel like a newb? This part isn’t that intense, so hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. I apologize for the petty situation surrounding the beginning of this, but APA IS SERIOUS BUSINESS lol. I tried to make this an entertaining series too because CHARLIE! Unbeta’ed.
You bit your lip nervously and made your way to the front of the room. “Yes, Professor?”
He waved you over, pointing to a specific spot on a paper resting on his desk. “Care to explain this?”
You recognized the paper as one of your own. Resting your palms on the desk, you bent over to skim the paper and try to figure out what you’d done wrong. Professor Winchester rested a hand on the desk next to yours and leaned to peek over your shoulder.
“Notice anything?”
“I-I guess I, uh, forgot to use APA format…” you managed to squeak.
“You guess, huh?” His warm breath and husky voice in your ear sent a shiver cascading down your spine. “You don’t sound very sure, Miss Y/L/N.”
He placed his hand on the small of your back and you suddenly forgot how to breath.
“Refusing to follow instructions…now what should we do about that?”
Closing your eyes, you pressed your lips into a hard line and bowed your head slightly, trying fight back a moan from the innuendo in his words. Your heart hammered in your chest as his hand lightly trailed the rest of the way down your back, caressing the globe of your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze. You whimpered and leaned back into his touch.
“What was that, sweetheart?” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“Please…” you breathed. “It won’t happen again.”
“Good girl.”
He placed a kiss on the pulse point below your ear, and you involuntarily tilted your head away to give him more room. He nipped at your ear, continuing to massage and grip your ass as he began trailing kisses down the side of your neck. Pressing his chest against your back, he sucked a hickey at the base of your neck, marking you as his. His expert lips distracted you enough that you didn’t notice his fingers dancing lower. When he reached passed the hem of your skirt and ghosted over your damp core, you couldn’t help the desperate moan that escaped.
He chuckled darkly, reattaching his lips to your earlobe. “That’s it, pretty girl. Let me hear those sweet sounds of yours.”
A/N: Google told me that the Avengers Tower would basically be where the Metlife Building is, so that’s what I’m rolling with. For the sake of this story, assume the ground level of the Tower has offices for S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that filter calls and take care of assignments Tony doesn’t feel like dealing with. They don’t have clearance to higher levels where the Avengers are actually at.
After some input from Lieutenant Hunt and some searching online, Sam found a decently affordable hotel in the Lower East side near Chinatown. It would be about a 20 minute drive to the Avengers Tower or about a half hour commute by subway. It wasn’t ideal, but you were only 10-15 minutes from the 5th Precinct of the NYPD where Lieutenant Hunt was based, and he’d seemed more than willing to work with the three of you. When he called early the next morning to let Sam know they’d found the body of the S.H.I.E.L.D. woman, you knew you needed to kick this investigation into gear.
“So we’ve got a bunch of robberies, a dead cop, and two dead S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Obviously we’re dealing with a shifter here and he ain’t afraid of getting caught. Sam, I say you go check out the body and see if it’s the real agent. I’ll head over to the Tower and see what I can find out from her coworkers, and Y/N, you do some digging here and see if you can make any connections the cops and the papers might have missed,” Dean said as he strode around the room and began gathering his gear.
“Uh, no.”
Dean turned to give you a stern look, but you continued. “Look, Dean, just think about this. You guys have gotten screwed by shifters how many times now? We can’t take the chance of someone recognizing you two and there’s no telling what kind of fancy tech or face recognition stuff Tony Stark might have in the Tower. They may have wiped you guys from whatever criminal databases, but I bet his system is better. I get that I’m not as experienced as you guys and you’re trying to protect me by leaving me behind, but I can blend easier. I really am under the radar. If I have to talk to a girl, I can sympathize or gossip. If I have to grill a guy, I can flirt or hold my own. Sam already has some rapport with the lieutenant, so he should definitely go check out the body, but Dean…sometimes you have trouble keeping your patience in check and I don’t think that’ll fly on this one.”
Warnings: none? Some Dean fluff, typical SPN mystery, and no Marvel characters in this one.
A/N: Part 2 of “Bring it on, Star-Spangled Douchebag.” This is a flashback to help set up a little of what was going on in Part 1.
Steve will be back in the next part! 🙂 Catch up on Part 1 Here.
A Few Weeks Ago
“Guys, I think I might have something.”
You stopped pacing and tossed the lore book you’d been reading on the war room table. It seemed like it had been ages since you and the boys had caught wind of a case and you were starting to go stir crazy.
As you made your way into the library, you saw that Sam was leaning forward, eyes intently scanning the screen before him. Dean had his feet propped up on the table and was cleaning his pistol– a habit that seemed to become more frequent when he was feeling frustrated or impatient.
“Whatcha got, Sammy?” you asked. Stopping behind Dean’s chair, you snaked your arms around his shoulders and rested your chin on his shoulder. He hummed happily and twisted in your arms to place a soft kiss on your cheek.
“Ugh. Look, I’m glad you guys finally sucked it up and admitted you’re into each other. But can you try to keep the PDA to a minimum?” Sam groaned.
Dean smiled and wrapped a large hand around one of your forearms, holding you in place when you tried to pull away. “C’mon, Sammy. Can’t you be happy for your big bro and prettiest friend?”
“‘Prettiest friend?’” you slapped Dean’s chest lightly with your free hand and wriggled out of his grasp. “And here I thought you liked me for my personality, Casanova.”
Sam rolled his eyes as you pulled out the chair beside Dean to take a seat. “Of course I’m happy for you two, it’s just…whatever. Ok, so get this. Apparently there’s been so many bizarre incidents in New York City lately that people are demanding answers from the CDC. Everything from higher rates of people going missing to more crime– and lots of reports of people acting out of character before turning up dead. Basically all the family members, friends, coworkers, anybody that knew the suspects say something along the lines of ‘none of us saw this coming,’ ‘they’d never be capable of something like this– it has to be some mistake.’ The CDC’s claiming there hasn’t been like, an outbreak of anything to cause weird behavior and there’s no reason to panic but–”
Summary: Steve is in danger, but things don’t go over smooth when Y/N tries to keep him safe– especially since keeping him safe means being caught between the two men she loves most. (summaries are hard lol.)
A SPN/Marvel crossover. Dean Winchester x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Sam Winchester, Bucky Barnes
WC: 1,169
Warnings: a little angsty. Does this count as crack? Because I still really don’t understand what that is haha.
A/N: @waywardnerd67 keeps spamming me with art of Dean as Cap (y’all know how much I LOVE both men) and this kind of just happened. I had intended to make this a one shot, but once I got into it I didn’t know how to wrap it up nicely.
It’s a little weird and dramatic, but hopefully it doesn’t suck too much and you enjoy it enough to stay tuned! The timeline will be a little wacky just because of how the story came to me. Let me know what you think 🙂
“Steve, please, you’re in danger. I know you don’t know me that well, but please, just…hear me out, okay?”
“Don’t know you that well? Y/N, I just found out that everything you’ve ever told us has been a lie. What are you anyway, some sort of double agent? Y’know– it doesn’t even matter. Whatever’s coming, we’ll handle it. And you know damn well you can’t expect me to just drop the shield and sit this out because some threat is coming after me. I can handle myself.”
You knew when he said “we” that he only meant him and Bucky, and it stung a little more than it should coming from someone you’d just met a few weeks ago. You turned with pleading eyes toward Dean, begging him to back you up. To help you get through to Steve. You knew it was asking a lot of him considering the circumstances, but you couldn’t let Steve go up against something he didn’t understand.
“Okay look, Mr. Rogers. You mind if I call you that, neighbor?” Dean smirked at Steve, clearly mocking him as he took a bold step forward. “Let’s sit you down, get you a nice cardigan, and fill you in on what’s going on before your afternoon nap–”
“Dean…” Sam warned.
“Steve, why are we even wasting time talking to these punks?” Bucky asked. “If we know who this guy is let’s just–”
“That’s the point, genius. You don’t know who this guy is!” Dean waved his hands in exasperation, raising his voice at Bucky before whirling around to glare at Steve again. “We know the last guy he was, but you guys don’t know what you’re dealing with. If this guy gets near you, he’ll shatter your squeaky clean Captain America name faster than you can snap your fingers.”
Steve crossed his arms over his broad chest and gave Dean a hard look. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not one to stand by and let things just happen. Now I appreciate your concern, but I think you better get out of here before I change my mind and take all of you in for impersonating federal agents.”
“Oh, pal, I’d love to see you try.” Dean’s smile was dangerous and sarcastic as he took another step forward to close the gap. Steve clenched his jaw but held his ground.
A/N: I wrote this for a project for Rob and Louden Swain, run by @mrswhozeewhatsis to show them how much their music inspires us. The song I chose was Amazing, because the lyrics mean a lot to me.
It was very personal to me to tell a story from the readers POV, and it just never came out in a way that I felt was good enough for Rob’s song.Instead I tried writing it from Dean’s POV. The story changed some, but the major things that I take from the lyrics, I feel are still there.
I hope you enjoy reading this story, and please check out the song Amazing (along with their other songs) if you haven’t already.
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Rob – You give so much of yourself to your fans, especially through your music. We could never thank you enough for sharing your words with, not only the SPN Family, but with the world. You have the most calming presence of anyone I have ever met and I am so grateful that you are here. See you in Vegas! ❤
It all started at the end.
The end of the road, the end of a song, the end of a life. That’s where I found everything I never knew
I wanted, and my world started turning again.
She was sassy, among other things. It was the sass that caught my
attention. I’d never heard a girl talk
like that to someone she barely knew, certainly never heard one talk to me that
way.
I had walked into that little bar on the south side of a
dead end road somewhere in the middle of North Dakota. Sam and I had been hunting nonstop for a
month, and he finally decided to stay the night in that run down motel room. I just couldn’t sleep, my nerves too wound up
and my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about how we lost the one person we were
trying to save. So, I did the only thing
I knew to do and took off in my baby, just the two of us – windows down, music
turned up, motor racing down the open road.
Don’t know how I ended up making a wrong turn, but maybe that was fate
playing a card. Who knows anymore? I mean, at some point you just have to stop
asking questions.
I guess I had been sitting there about an hour, just sipping
on some rotgut whiskey when I first saw her dancing with her friends. I envied her a little, that carefree feeling
that I hadn’t felt in so many years I barely even remembered it existed. I tried not to stare, I really did, but she
must have caught me looking anyway. As
soon as that song ended, she walked away from those girls and came to sit at
the bar beside me.
Warnings: angst, sort of fluffy ending, implied bulimia and depression, a handful of cusswords
A/N: This is my submission for @waywardrose13 ‘s #Rose500challenge and my prompt was “Skinny Love”– Birdy’s version.
I’ve never had any personal experience with bulimia, so please keep in mind this is fiction and I just went with it for the song. It didn’t turn out like I wanted, but sometimes that happens haha.
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“Sammy, I’m telling ya, you’ve got some competition. Y/N pretty much carried us on this one and, lucky for me, she was the one saving my ass while you were off taking a nap or whatever you were doing. Seriously– where’d you learn to fight like that?”
Dean was almost giddy as the three of you walked out of the barn that had, only moments ago, housed one of the largest vamp nests any of you had ever come across.
Sam grimaced and you shrugged with a smug smile. “Y’know Dean, I can’t ever remember a time in my life when I didn’t kick ass. There’s just some things that can’t be taught. If you ever want to try though, I’d be happy to give you some lessons on how to be as awesome as me.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you can give some pointers anytime you want.”
The boys laughed and you savored your last few hours with them. After grabbing a late dinner and checking out of the motel you’d been sharing, you parted ways with the Winchesters and watched the impala disappear into the night. As the taillights faded, you felt the emptiness you always tried to hide within began to swell.
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My my my, my my my, my-my-my my-my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
Summary: You agree to take a new job, an opportunity to good to pass up. You and Dean get a weekend alone.
Characters: Dean Winchester x female reader
Word Count: 2479
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, extreme fluff
Author’s Notes: Written for @atc74 Roll the Dice Challenge. The rules: it has to be an AU, one of the main characters must be a construction worker, must feature or take place at a beach, and it must include horseback riding. With Ang’s permission, I decided to make this part of my Unassuming Life AU which features Husband!Dean. Quick background: Dean owns an automotive shop and is married with two kids, Sam is a lawyer married to Jess, and John and Mary are both still alive.
***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***
“Would you stop complaining and just keep your hands over your eyes?” Sam mumbled goodnaturedly.
“I have had my hands over my eyes forever,” you muttered. “How much longer?”
Sam’s huge hands on your shoulders guided you along a not-so-smooth path. You could tell the ground beneath your feet was rocky and unsteady, and the car ride up here – wherever the heck here was – had been bumpy. The air smelled fresh and you thought you heard the sound of a neighing horse.
Sam stopped you, holding you in place with one hand, fumbling with what sounded like keys with the other. You heard a door open and you were being ushered inside.
“Okay,” he said. “You can look.”
You dropped your hands, a startled gasp leaving you. You were standing in the middle of a small one room cabin, a kitchen to your left and a large bed to your right. On the kitchen table was a beautiful bouquet of flowers in an old-fashioned watering can, a card dangling from the handle. Spread across the table were your journals, two or three you’d kept over the years, along with a stack of new ones, tied with a thick purple ribbon.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Sam murmured, his hands sliding around your waist. He lips drifted along the column your neck, though he had to duck to reach you, since he stood more than a foot taller than you.
Tears welled in your eyes. You swiped furiously at them, to no avail. “This is for my birthday?” you whispered.
“Yep.” Sam’s breath was hot in your ear. “Two nights, just you and me, being lazy, hanging out in the cabin, breakfast in bed, horseback riding if you want.”
You stepped out of Sam’s grasp and crossed the room, pulling the card from the flowers. Two simple words, “Love, Sam” brought more tears to your eyes. You ran your fingers over the ribbon-wrapped journals.
“These are beautiful,” you sighed. “This whole thing, it’s perfect. Thank you, Sam.”
“You deserve it, baby,” he grinned, pulling you back into his arms. He cupped your face in his hands, his fingers hot on his skin.
You fisted his shirt in your hands, dragging him down to kiss you. “This is the best birthday present ever,” you giggled. “I love you, you big moose.”
A/N: Dean x reader One Shot. I’ve been looking for fics about Dean based on Thomas
Rhett’s song “Marry Me.” (Listen to it. It’s SO GOOD and so Dean) I haven’t had much luck, so I decided to write my own.
Song lyrics in bold, current events in regular font, flashbacks in italics.
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She wants to get
married, she wants it perfect
She wants her
grandaddy preaching the service
Yeah, she wants
magnolias out in the country
Not too many people,
save her daddy some money
Ooh, she got it all
planned out
Yeah, I can see it
all right now
Dean took a long pull from his bottle of whiskey before placing
it back in the trunk. Slamming it shut, he rested his hands on the impala. He
let his eyes fall closed and bowed his head as he took a deep breath.
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