Party On Garth
Prompt: Imagine Garth scoring a Lady
Reader Gender: Either
A/N: I felt the need for a little Garth. There really isn’t enough Garth love! Requests are opened as always! Constructive criticism is welcome also.
“Oh my GOD !” You slam open the motel door and let out an exaggerated sigh that resembles a whale. You flop down on the chair in the kitchen and lay your forehead on the table. Garth is sitting opposite you flipping through the funny pages and jumps a little at your sudden outburst.
“Uh you ok (Y/N)?” He asks taking a drink of his milk.
“Garth we haven’t stepped foot out of all of these motels for weeks, I’m getting stir crazy!” You say lifting up your head and resting your temple on your fist. You’d injured your foot on a hunt a few weeks ago so you’d been condemned to research duty in the many motels you’d been staying at during that time. The only time you were allowed to leave was when you left to go to another part of the country or out for the occasional walk around the motel parking lot when you were well enough to do so. But you were now out of the small cast you’d had on and were right as rain. Well at least you thought so, Sam and Dean, not so much, so you were stuck in a motel in North Dakota with poor Garth ordered to look after you. Now while you loved Garth to death you were sure he was getting just as sick with the brothers making you stay put as you were. He knew better than them whether you were feeling better or not. A man could only go so long with reading the same ‘Marmaduke’ comic strips over and over and over again.
“Sam and Dean told you to stay here. And I gotta make sure you’re kept safe. Here, read the funnies.” He says handing you the newspaper. You glance at it and shake your head.
“It’s the same one printed in the last town we were at Garth, thanks though.” You walk to the fridge and catch a glimpse of a paper stuck to it. You pull the paper from the magnet it’s under and read it. You smile and sit back down. You lay the paper down in front of you and slide it towards Garth. He looks down at it and his eyes widen.
“Matt and Dick’s? Uh (Y/N), is that a gay bar?” He asks. “Cause no matter what Dean says, I swear I’m not gay. But if I was I’m not saying I’d be ashamed to say I was, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, I’m just not that.” He rambles on. You laugh and punch his shoulder playfully.
“No Garth it’s not a gay bar. I’ve been there on a hunt about a year ago, totally straight, lots of good looking girls according to Dean.” You tease.
“You’re not saying we-“
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Dean and Sammy aren’t here. And I know you’re just as anxious as I am to get outta these motel rooms. My foots all better Garth, you know that!” You say putting your foot on the table and wiggling your toes, causing your leather boots to squeal and buckle slightly. “Look it’s only a few miles from here. You have your car right?” Garth nods and looks at the ad once more before smiling at you and grabbing the keys from the counter. You laugh and leap from your chair almost running out to the old Ford Ranchero outside.
“Jeez Garth, 3 beers in and you’re still standing, you’ve been practicing.” You laugh taking a sip of your whiskey. You scan the bar and study a few faces. You can instantly pick out the nights “Heartbroken Harry”, ordering glass after glass of whiskey and rubbing his face trying to clear away whatever personal problem is clouding his head. You don’t see but hear the obnoxious drunk that seems to enjoy vocalizing how jacked he was and how he could take any guy in the bar. Your gaze suddenly falls on that of a girl sitting at a table with a few friends. Her body language says she feels uncomfortable and out of place. She’s dresses in a pair of flats, jeans and a top that’s frilled at the torso, causing her to stick out amidst her friends who consist of short skirts and plunging neck lines. She’s a pretty girl with brown hair and a bright smile. You nudge Garth in the ribs and gesture towards her.
“She’s pretty huh Garth?” You ask. He looks in her direction and smiles.
“Yeah she is.” He sputters out. He takes a long drink of his beer and sets down the empty bottle.
“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Garth looks at you like you’ve got 6 heads and you see his Adams apple bob as he swallows nervously.
“See (Y/N), I’m not that confident around girls. I know I might act like I do but-“ He trails off as he orders another beer from the waiter.
“Garth she looks like a nice girl! Just go talk to her what’s the worst thing that could happen.”
“Look at all the other guys in here, the jawlines, the hair, it’s very intimidating!” I look at the mystery girl as Garth is speaking and notice that she had more than once glanced in Garths direction. That was all I needed, He was going to talk to that girl if it was the last thing I did.
“Garth she’s looked at you at least 3 times that I’ve seen. And she hasn’t looked at anyone else! That’s an obvious sign not to worry and just go for it!” You say smacking his shoulder.
” It’s not her I’m exactly worried about, the rejection of one girl I’ve learned to handle like any guy, but the rejection of one plus all her friends at the table, I tend to avoid those situations. Plus they look like they’d tear me limb from limb. You look at the table of girls and silently agree. They didn’t exactly look like they’d be keen judges of Garth’s personality and wit that yourself and others seemed to enjoy in him. But as if it was a sign, all of the girls save for Garth’s lady got up and moved to the dance floor. You see them trying to coax her from the table but the shy girl smiles sweetly and shakes her head, taking a sip from her martini. The rest of the girls shrug and continue they’re dancing.
“Look now’s your chance Garth go!” You say kicking him under the table. He looks at you then reaches for your whiskey. You assume he’s keen to swallow all of it down to gain an extra wave of confidence. You snatch it back before he gets the chance. “You don’t need that! Just go and be yourself I’ll be right here!” Garth takes a deep breath, grabs his beer and starts walking towards the mystery girls booth. You take the last swig of your drink and lay the glass back down on the table. You watch his every move and smile when he starts to sit down across from the girl. She must like him. You think as you continue to watch their conversation. You see Garth has got her laughing almost the whole time he was seated at the table. And not the fake nervous laughs you sometimes hear, but genuine ones that you were familiar with when it came to Garths jokes. You see her get up and walk towards the ladies room, you quickly make your way through the crowd and lean over Garths shoulder.
“See now what did I tell you! You seem to be doing great from where I’m standin’!” You say playfully ruffling his hair. “Little confidence goes a long way you know!”
“Yeah you’re right. She’s real nice, her names Danielle but her friends call her-.” His eyes wander to right behind me and I turn to see Danielle standing behind me.
“Hey!” You reply stepping out of the way so she can go back to her seat at the table. “I’m (Y/N), a friend of Garths! I just stopped to say hi”
“I’m Danielle, but my friends call me Dani, would you like to join uh, us?” She asks quietly.
“Oh no I gotta get going. I just caught a glimpse of a person I’d like to get acquainted with up at the bar. You two enjoy yourselves. Garth here’s a great guy, he’s like a brother to me.” You say giving Garth a clap on the shoulder. You lay some money on the table and call over a waitress “Next rounds on me guys!” Dani smiles and thanks you as you turn and go up to the bar and order yourself another drink.
You spent the next couple of hours chatting up a few people at the bar and kept a constant eye on Garth in case anything happened. At about 11 o’clock when your conversation to the bartender came to a close, you looked around to find that Garth was nowhere to be seen. You see Dani’s group of friends seated at another table with a group of college kids but no Dani. Oh my god. You thought to yourself. Garth scored a lady! You gulp down the last of your drink and walk out of the bar into the cool fall air, the slight buzz that you had made you kind of woozy. I mean I must have thinking that when I went outside that Garths car would be there, which of course it wasn’t. You sighed and zipped up my jacket. Looks like I’ll be walking tonight.
You take a sip of the coffee you’d gotten at the café across the road, waiting for Garth to return after his rather eventful night, hoping he’d get back before Sam and Dean. But it seemed today wasn’t as lucky as the last as you saw the Impala roll into the parking lot. You quickly grabbed the newspaper and flipped it open and tried to hide your face.
“Hey (Y/N), how you doin?” Sam asks as he enters the motel room with Dean close behind. They lay down their bags and look around the room, noticing a lack of Garth.
“Uh where’s Garth?” Deans asks.
“Oh we went out to that bar down the road last night.” You reply taking a generous swig of your coffee.
“I thought we said to stay here! Your foot still could be warped.” Dean says sitting down across from you, setting down a paper bag on the table, and fishing out a powdered doughnut. “So what he passed out and you left him there, he in the bathtub, where is he?”
You grin and take a doughnut from the bag. “Calm down Dean he just went home with someone. I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” You hear Dean and Sam both chuckle at the joke they seemed to think you were making. But their laughter started to taper off as they realized you were very serious.
“You’re serious?” Dean asks taking a bite of the doughnut, covering his mouth in powdered sugar.
“Very.” You reply mimicking his actions. “Don’t worry she was a nice girl, I picked her out of the crowd myself.” Dean leans back in his chair and laughs.
“I can’t believe it. That son of a bitch got laid!” Suddenly the door bursts open and Garth is standing there looking very pleased with himself.
“Garth! How was your night?” You asked, powdery sugar puffing from your mouth. He smiles and holds up a scrap of paper with a number scribbled on it. I pump my fist into the air and laugh.
“Good for you Garth! Planning on sticking around the town then? I’m not going to be holding ya back anymore with my foot good as new.” You say giving Dean a look of ‘I swear to god if you tell him he was to stay I’ll pummel you’.
“Yeah I think I’ll take a little vacation. I told Dani I would call her later!” Garth says taking a doughnut from Dean. “Thanks for making me to go that bar with you (Y/N), and telling me to talk to Dani. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” You get up and wrap an arm around his shoulder in a tight side hug.
“Hey no worries, glad to help. Party on Garth.” You grin as he shakes his head at the joke he never hears the end of. But hey, it was too perfect to NOT say it! Right?
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Whats Up Prancer?
Prompt: Imagine giving the boys in the bunker a proper Christmas
(I added Gabriel since he IS the Angel of Christmas!)
Warnings:None! :) Just Christmas!Fluff
AN- The Carols I used were: Oh Come All Ye Faithful, and I’ll Be Home For Christmas. &
I know it’s July,no wait, August, and this is Christmas themed, but I just had the need to write something dealing with Christmas!
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“Oh come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant!” You sing as you whisk open the door to the bunker with a wad of cash in your hands. You toe off your boots and kick them onto the Christmas-esque mat you’d put at the door. Running into the library you see Dean seated at the table flipping through a magazine. As soon as he notices you he quickly shoves it under a pile of heavy leather bound books.
“Well what got you all excited Prancer?” Dean asks shoveling one of the Christmas cookies you’d made into his mouth.
“Dean, its Christmas Eve! Why wouldn’t I be excited?” You say slipping off your jacket and grabbing his hands, dancing in a circle around the table “It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”
“Alright that’s enough twirling. Spinning in circles doesn’t do wonders on a stomach filled with cookies.” Dean says pulling away and sitting back down at the table.
“How many cookies have you eaten?”
“Uh, 4 maybe 5.” Dean says wiping the crumbs off his shirt. You raise your eyebrows at him and wait for the real number. “Alright 8, I ate 8 of your god damn cookies and they were delicious!” You laugh and sit across from him, starting to count the money in your hands.
“Where’s Sam?” You ask licking your thumb and stacking the bills in 2 piles.
“Uh Sam’s doing laundry.” Dean replies looking at the money laid out on the table then back to you. “But the real question is, where’d you get the cash?”
“Let’s just say the bikers at the bar just outside of town are pretty generous with their bets during the holiday season. Go get Sam would you?”
“Yeah sure thing. SAM!” Dean yells towards the laundry room. You jump in your seat, sending the stacks flying across the room.
“Damn it Dean! I could of done that! I wanted you go physically go get him!” You growl kneeling down and picking up the money. From your crouching position you can see Sam bolt into the library.
“Hey guys! I’ve got a surprise for ya!” You say pointing at the piles you’d rearranged on the table. You pick them up and hand a pile of cash to each of them. “One for you, and one for you!” Sam smiles and cocks an eyebrow at you.
“What’s this for?” he asks.
“You boys are going to go Christmas shopping! We’re going to have a real Christmas in our new home!” You say grabbing Dean and Sam coats and handing them off.
Dean cringes and drops his shoulders. “ Oh come one (Y/N), I hate the whole Christmas thing. Can’t we just go around and act like it’s just another day?”
“Come on Scrooge! There’s a mall a few miles from here, so I don’t want to see you back for another 3 hours at least! I have a few things I need to do.”
“And what about your Christmas shopping?” Dean asks as you usher them to the door leading to the garage. You give Dean a look and he instantly understands. “You’re already done.”
“Obviously. Now get gone! I’ve got a lot of things to get ready!” You escort the boys into the garage and start walking towards the Impala.
“Can we take your car (Y/N)? I don’t like taking Baby out in the cold weather, the salts hell on her.” Dean asks taking a detour towards your own ‘baby’. You bolt in front of him and shield his view into the cab.
“No you can’t! There are 7 cars in this garage. Pick one and go!” You say swaying back and forth as Dean tries to dodge his vision around you to see what you’re hiding.
“Come on Dean. Just let her do her thing.” Sam laughs elbowing Dean. He huffs and walks over to the Impala, petting the hood. “I’m sorry for this Baby.”
“Keep him out of here will you Sam?” You ask giving him a hug.
“Of course. I take it there are presents in the car?”
“Presents, food, decorations. You name it I got it. An older woman was selling them at a community sale I went to yesterday, they were raising money for charity so I brought pretty much every Christmassy thing she had.”
“No meadow sweet right?” Sam smirks
“Ha-ha, very funny Sam.”
“Just checking.” Sam walks to the passenger side of the car and gets in. The engine roars to life as you open the bay doors and the brothers go ripping down the road. You go back to your car and grab the boxes nestled in your passenger seat. Halfway to the door you think maybe you shouldn’t have taken so much in one trip. You feel a box in your right hand start to wobble and fall. The sound coming from the box shows it’s something break-able. Perfect. You curse as you try and regain control of the tumbling crates of cardboard. Suddenly you feel someone whisk the box out of your wobble grasp. When you regain balance you turn and see a golden eyed angel smirking at you.
“Hiya Sugar plum!” Gabriel greets carrying the box in his hand. “I thought you might need a hand with your Christmas prep!
“Awesome timing Gabe! The last thing I need right now is glass smashing all over the place!”
Gabriel opens the door with his free hand, allowing you to enter first. You set the boxes down on the table in the library and start taking out the decorations.
“Would you mind going back to my car and getting the groceries that are in the trunk?” You ask pulling a long strand of tinsel from the box. Gabriel nods and goes back to the garage. You take the other strands of tinsel form the box and lay them out, keeping them from getting tangles. “Now where shall I put you?” You ask the inanimate object. Looking around the bunker your eyes stop on the pillars throughout the room. You run out of the library and retrieve a ladder and start wrapping the tinsel around the pillars.
“You want this stuff put away (Y/N)?” Gabriel asks returning with armloads of food. From a turkey to dressing and vegetables.
“Yes please! And there should be cookies in the jar on the counter if you’re in-“But before you could finish Gabriel had already bolted to the kitchen, dropping a package of dressing in the process. You chuckle and climb down the ladder, picking up the box and setting it on the table.
You spend the next couple of hours making the bunker look like something out of a Martha Stewart Holiday magazine. There were lights and garland around the doors and tacky Christmas knickknacks on every shelf. But you feel like there’s something missing. Gabriel stands beside you, sticking a cookie in his mouth and looks into the library where you’re currently casting your gaze, your eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
“Uh what are you looking at?” He asks confused
“There’s something missing. But I can’t out my finger on it.” You tap your foot on the floor and cross your arms over your chest closing your eyes and look long and hard at your handy work. You’d put out all the decorations you’d bought, had all the food prepped for the dinner you were planning all you needed was a-
“Tree.” Gabriel says poignantly “You don’t have a Christmas tree (Y/N).” You feel the blood run from your face. You put your head in your hands and let out an exhausted breath.
“I forgot the best part of Christmas! How could I of been so stupid to forget a tree!” You slap the table with your hand and sit down. “ And it’s too late to get one now!”
“Never fear sugarplum, Gabriel the Archangel is here.” He says crackling his knuckles and stretching his neck muscles form side to side.
“What are you doing?” You ask suspiciously. He replies with a signature ‘wiggle of the eyebrows’ and disappears. You slump back in your chair, close your eyes and wait for his hopeful return.
You’re not waiting long when you hear the flapping of wings and a crash followed by the sound of glass tinkling together. Your eyes flash open and you jump from your seat, turning around to the vacant corner of the library. What stands there is enough to take your breath away. Gabriel is there with a smile on a mile long with him is the most beautiful tree you’d ever seen. It had to be at least 9 feet tall, adorned with ornaments of every shape, colour and size. Silvery icicles were laid on the bows. It was trimmed with old fashioned light bulbs, red, green, yellow, and blue. To top it all off was a beautiful golden star that reflected the light from the room and let off a warm glow.
“Holy Christmas crackers Gabe!” You gasped putting your hand over your mouth and marveling at the sight. You would have looked at that tree for hours if you had the time.
“Nice eh? I picked it out myself. Decorated it too, hope you don’t mind?” Gabriel asks with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck. You run over to him and give him the biggest hug you could muster.
“It’s perfect!” You say as he returns the hug eagerly. “What better way prepare for Christmas then with the help of the Christmas Angel himself! I know you’d probably been to a lot of grand parties, but you’ll come back on Christmas for dinner right? It won’t be much but I’ll have all the trimmings!”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” He laughs picking you up and swinging you around the room singing; “I’ll be home for Christmas, you can plan on me.”
“Please have snow and mistletoe, and present under the tree!” You join in, putting your arm around his shoulder and swaying back and forth. You both laugh and look back at the tree.
“Hm I still think it’s missing something.” Gabriel says tapping a finger on his lips. His eyes suddenly light up and he grins. He looks at you then snaps his fingers, causing candy canes to appear on every single branch on the tree. “Much Better.”
You smile and remember the surprise you had for him. Running back to the stuff you had brought form the car, you rummage around in the bags and retrieve the gift you’d gotten for him. (Knowing full well he’d show up at some point). You tell him to close his eyes and hold out his hands. He does so and waits for the surprise. You take the medium sized box from the bag and put it his hands. He fumbles the box due to the weight and opens his eyes.
“I’ll let you open it.” You say with a smile. It wasn’t much but when it came to get something for an angel of the Lord it wasn’t easy, so you went for something simpler. He lays the box on the table and starts to open it. Inside is chock full of candy and goodies of all kinds, a few of his favorite movies and on top a note saying “Redeem This For An All Inclusive Movie Day! “, followed by your signature and a happy face. Gabriel doesn’t say anything for a moment; he just looks at everything you’d given him.
“I know it isn’t much, but you kinda had me stumped.” You say nervously. He almost jumps from behind the table and hugs you again.
“(Y/N), this is great! What more could I ask for? Candy, movies and- wait what movies this?” He asks holding up the copy of ‘Candyman’.
“It’s a horror movie! You’re telling me you’ve never seen it!? We’re totally watching that first when you put that coupon to use!” You laugh. An alarm rings on your phone, signalling the boys return from their shopping excursion. “Well the boys will be back soon, you gonna stick around?”
“Nah I have something I have to do. You enjoy your Christmas with the mutton heads. What time should I be here tomorrow?” Gabriel asks closing the box back up.
“Whenever you want. We’ll most likely eat at 2.”
“See you soon sugarplum.” He winks before flying off, but he’s back in an instant. “Actually, can you put this under the tree? I know if I keep it I’ll eat all of it. And I’d like to keep some of it.” You smile at his knowledge of his own self-control and nod. He places the box under the tree and then is gone once more.
You tiptoe out of your room and glance at your phone, 6:00am. You sat down at the intercom system that you’d found had been installed in the bunker and warmed up the machine. It whirred to life and you pressed the red button on the microphone, took a deep breath and yelled into it: “GOOOOOOOD MORNING SAM AND DEEEEEEEAN! THE TIME IS 0:600 HOURS, WHAT DOES THE 0 STAND FOR? OH MY GOD ITS CHRISTMAAAAAS! TIME TO GET UP! MEET ME IN THE LIBRARY OR I SWEAR ALL I’LL GIVE YOU IS COAL!” You bolt from the intercom and go into the library, you had eggnog (heavily spiked) to give the boys a bit of a kick in the pants. Both Sam and Dean stagger through the door, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
“What the hell (Y/N)?! It’s 6am!” Dean growls sitting at the table.
“I know genius, I’m the one that told you that remember? Be thankful when I was a kid we’d get up at 4:30, so buck up!” You laugh pouring out 3 glasses of the eggnog. “Here, drink this; put a spring in your step. Both of the brothers take a glass and shoot it all back, cringing. You laugh as you see tears welling up in their eyes.
“P-pretty strong.” Sam stammers, seeming more awake then before.
“Well it would have to be, don’t want to fall asleep opening present now do we?” You skip over to the tree and sit down on the floor. “Well come on, I’m not bringing em’ to ya!”
Sam starts to get up and slaps Dean on the back of the head, waking him up. Dean snorts to consciousness and joins you on the floor. You pick up the first present and give it to Dean. He opens it to reveal a box of vinyl’s, from ACDC to Def Leppard.
“Frigging sweet! Thanks (Y/N)!” He starts leafing through the box as you hand Sam his gift. He unwraps gifts a little more carefully then Dean, but he eventually gets all the wrapping off and opens the box, revealing a shiny new laptop. His mouth falls open in astonishment and he looks at you with wide eyes. “How did you even BUY this?” He asks taking the shiny new machine from its box.
“I called in a few favors. I knew you needed a new one since yours seems to have a bit of problems freezing due to-“ You stop and look at Dean. He clears his throat and goes to get another glass of eggnog. “Reasons.” You finish with a laugh. You spend the next 45 minutes exchanging a few more little gifts before Sam gets up.
“So Dean and I went in on your present together, so close your eyes I’m gonna go get it.” He says hurrying off. You close your eyes and hear the door to the garage slam shut.
“So Dean, what cha get me?” You ask swaying back in forth impatiently.
“You’ll see in a second (Y/N). But as much as I hate it know you’ll love it.” You hear Dean chuckle and the sound of yet another glass of eggnog being poured. You hear the garage door open again and Sam’s heavy footsteps walking towards you.
“Put your arms out on your lap (Y/N).” You hear Sam instruct. You do as your told and then you feel fur brush up against your forearms. Your eyes fly open and you’re greeted by a pair of paws on your chest and a furry face in yours. You almost squeal at the dog sitting in your lap.
“He’s a Newfoundland Dog (Y/N)!” Sam beams as he watches you cradle the pup in your arms and snuggle him to you.
“Where is Newfoundland even at?!” Dean asks
“It’s a province in Canada.” You reply standing up and setting the dog on the floor to roam around. But he sticks firmly to your side as you walk to the table and sit beside Dean. You pat your lap and the dog whines and then gets the courage to jump and land on your lap.
“Canada!? Good God.” Dean says shaking his head. “Well better take care of him or we’ll send him back there. And get use to taking your own car when we go on hunts. I’m not taking that thing in my Baby.”
“You better watch it Dean, that ‘thing’ will get big enough to crush you by sitting on you.” The pup jumps from your lap to Deans and paws at his shirt. “See Dean he likes ya!”
Dean groans and pats him on the head, scratching behind his little ears. “He still isn’t allowed in my car.”
You pick up your present and rub your nose against his. “Well we’ll see about that won’t we _____?”
“____? Is that his name?” Sam asks placing his new laptop on the table and powering it up. You nod and take _____ into the kitchen with you to start the prep for dinner.
You’re laying down the bed Sam and Dean had bought for _____ on the kitchen floor when you heard the sound of wings. You look up and see Gabriel with both hands behind his back, only to be attacked by _____ nipping at the toe of his shoe in alarm. He chuckles and sits down on the kitchen floor, joining you and pets ______ on the head. He tucks whatever was in his hands behind him.
“And whose this?” He asks laughing as the pup takes his hand and chews lightly on his fingertips, only to lick his own marks away.
“Gabe meet ______, the boys gave him to me for a present! They got him food, a bed, all the essentials. He’s a lucky dog!” You say as you watch _____ romp away from you both. Gabriel takes in a deep breath and lets it out a sigh.
“Damn that food smells great (Y/N). And do I smell…pie?” He asks.
“Sure do! Requested by Dean, I’ve got apple and lemon meringue.
“Well I’ve got a little something for you (Y/N).” He says taking his hand back behind him. You see his smile fade into confusion as his hand wavers back and forth behind him. “Where the heck-“Suddenly you see ______ dash by with a ribbon in his mouth attached to a small box.
“Hey get back here with that!” Gabriel laughs and sprawls out on the floor and just catches ______before he disappears into the other room. He takes the ribbon from his mouth and snaps up a milk bone to give to him. “There, that’s more like it.” He says handing you the bow. You can barely control your laughter as you take the box from him and take the top off (since the ribbon had already been taken care of). You gasp when you look inside and see a bracelet, on it are 2 angel wings adorned with golden stones around the edges.
“Do you like it?” He asks. You punch him lightly on the arm
“No you jerk I hate it.” You say sarcastically. You take it out of the box and start putting it on. “ Gabe it’s amazing. But now I feel like crap cause what I gave you wasn’t half as beautiful.”
“No I love what you gave me. Plus you wear that better then me. Jewelry hasn’t really my thang, more Balthazar’s area.” He grins, standing up and offering you his hand. You laugh taking it and standing up. The oven dings and you walk over to it and open the door, delicious turkey aroma filling your nostrils.
“Go tell the boys dinners ready will ya?”
You, Dean, Sam, and Gabriel are all seated around the table, bellies full from the spread you had out and _____ is sleeping soundly on his bed by the doorway.( he was also full by the amount of extra turkey Dean had given him under the table, thinking that you didn’t notice.)
“Wow. (Y/N), that was spectacular! Sam says putting his fork on his plate.
“I’ll say.” Dean agrees tilting back in his chair. “Look, can I be the one to say thanks for all of this? We know you worked real hard on giving Sam and me a real awesome Christmas. Even though the whole ‘holiday’ thing has never been one of my favorite times of the year and you did turn the bunker into a Macy’s department store, I have a feeling this one will be the start to a lot of good Christmas’.”
You smile at Deans words and you can feel your heart clench in your chest. You’d figured out at an early age that on Christmas, when you felt like this, it was obviously the ‘magic of Christmas’ flowing through your veins. “Thanks Dean. I’m glad I was able to give you an ‘awesome Christmas’. And thank you all for making my day great!” You raise your bottle of beer to the boys and they all tap their bottle necks against yours.
“Well, enough of these girly feelings. Bring on the pie (Y/N)!”
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What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor
Character: Bucky Barnes (1940’s)
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Swearing,Drunken aggression towards reader, harassment
AN: I had the idea for a while and finally got it written down :) I have a couple ideas of where the story can go from here, so let me know if you want something more out of it! Feedback is always welcome,and requests as well!
Summary: Reader grew up with Steve and Bucky in Brooklyn and has had a crush on Bucky for a long time. One night after a conflict she decides to tell him.
“Come on Steve! I told Nancy all about you and she’s really looking forward to going out with us tonight!” You say sitting on the arm of the chair Steve’s slouched in.
“Oh I bet she is. Did you tell her I was 5 feet tall and weighed 98 pounds?” He asks crossing his arms and staring down at his worn shoes. Your mouth goes dry as you try and swallow the answer that you wanted to avoid. You, Bucky and Steve had been friends ever since you were kids growing up in Brooklyn. Both you and Bucky always felt the need and want to look out for Steve. But getting him dates proved to be one of the most difficult tasks of your friendship with him. You never quite understood why girls cared so much about how he looked. Heck if you didn’t have such a brotherly bond with him, you might have had something with him.
Steve reads your body language and takes into account that fact that it’s taking you 10 seconds to answer him. “Yeah I didn’t think so. Won’t she be over joyed to see me.” He says, words dripping with sarcasm. You knit your eyebrows together and then are interrupted by a knocking at the door. You let out a frustrating sigh and rise from your perch on the chair. “When I come back I expect you to be in a decent outfit. We’re going to the movie and then dancing. If you’re not dress so help me god-” You warn playfully balling your hand into a fist and shaking it at Steve. “-to the moon blue eyes.” He grins knowing he’s obviously going with you tonight. If you were to ask him he’d say it was because he had nothing better to do, the real reason? He never ever gives up hope that he’d meet a nice girl and actually have a relationship.
You pad down the hallway of yours and Steve’s shared apartment in your nylon stockings and throw on a housecoat over your night dress. You didn’t have to work today so you didn’t even bother dressing proper until it was time to leave for the movie. You look in the peep hole in your apartment door and are met by a pair of big brown eyes. You smile, unlock the door and open it. “Good evening Mr. Barnes. Don’t you look handsome.” You compliment gesturing to his slacks and white button down shirt. Of course Bucky could wear the most hideous outfit on the planet and you would still think he was handsome. Ever since you were 14 you’d taken a liking to Bucky romantically. He treated you in a way that other men didn’t. He complimented you when you needed it most, made you laugh uncontrollably. And seeing the sense of loyalty he had to Steve just made your heart flutter. You snap yourself back to reality when you hear him start to speak.
“And you look ravishing as always! I love what you’ve done to your hair.” He smirks. You turn your head towards a mirror and look at your hair, rolled up with rags, a method you’d always used to give your hair that perfect curl. You return the smile and invite him into the kitchen.
“I need you to keep Steve occupied while I get ready. He isn’t too keen on going,as usual.” You say. “We don’t want him sneaking out.” You say looking down the hall and seeing Steve’s bedroom door is shut, he only ever closed it to get dressed. You let out a breath of relief knowing he did in fact, want to go tonight. Bucky sighs and pulls out a chair from the kitchen table. He spins it so the back faces away from him and sits down. The chair creaks under his weight as he leans his arms on the back.
“What are we going to do (Y/N)? He’s been on 8 dates already and nothing’s happened. I don’t get it. They like him, but never go out with him again. What’s he going to do when we’re not here?” He asks running a hand through his dark brown hair. You shrug and sit down beside him. You both sit in silence for a minute or two.
“Bucky, he tried to join up again.” You say under hooded eyes, tugging nervously at a loose string on your robe.
“Of course he did.” He replies drumming his fingers on the table. “ I know it’s hard him to understand but-“
“Hey Bucky.” Steve says strolling into the kitchen, joining you both at the table. He reaches over and pulls an apple from the bowl at the center and starts eating it heartily. Your heart breaks a little even at the simple sight of Steve eating so fast. He did it out of habit from when he was a kid. He thought of he ate a lot, and fast enough, he’d gain weight, get bigger, and stronge but he did so with no avail.
“Aren’t you chipper?” Bucky says, he too taking an apple from the bowl, eating it a bit slower than Steve. “Excited about going out tonight I presume?” Steve swallows the bit of apple in his mouth and takes another generous bite.
“No, I just have nothing better to do.” He replies between swallows of the fruit. You and Bucky exchange looks, both of you knowing the real reason he was going. “Who are you taking?”
“ I’ve decided to accompany Miss (Y/N) tonight. It’s been a while.” Bucky replies putting a hand on your shoulder and rubbing it gently. You almost melt into his touch it feels so good.
“You’re taking her like that?” Steve asks with a grin. You remember your still wearing your house coat and homemade rollers in your hair and shoot him a glare.
“No I will be getting dressed for the occasion. I can’t go around showing off my best house coat to all of New York. Don’t want all of the boys in uniform to lose their minds.” You reply getting up and dramatically sashaying to your room, tousling your ‘invisible hair’. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” You’re true to your word and are able to get dressed, fix your hair and makeup in a little less than 10 minutes. Steve and Bucky grab their coats while you opt to go in just a light sweater. You’d always enjoyed the crisp fall air this time of year. You all start walking towards the movie house, with you in the middle, Bucky and Steve on either side of you. “So what movie are we seeing? Steve asks kicking rocks as you stroll down the concrete walkway.
“They’re reshowing ‘Citizen Kane’. I thought since you didn’t see it when it came out you’d enjoy it.” Bucky says looking ahead at the bright lights of the theater. You look up at him and admire how the lights lite up his face.
“(Y/N!)” A voice calls to you from the entrance. You look around and see Nancy waving at you. She was a pretty girl, about 5 foot. With blonde hair and ruby red lips. She had dimples that she had once told you she hated, but you’d always found them to be quite darling. She walks towards you all and give you hug and extends her hand to Bucky. “I assume you’re Bucky, (Y/N) has told me all about you!” She says throwing you a wink. You feel a blush creep to your cheeks; thankful even with the lights it was a bit hard to see the redness in your face. You see Steve smile in the corner of your eye. You were pretty sure he knew of the crush you had. You trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t mention it to Bucky.
After Nancy’s through with her little introductory chat with Bucky, she turns her attention to Steve. He’s looking at the ground and has his hands stuffed in his pockets. You notice he’s slouching as usual, which makes him look even smaller then he was. You jab him in the ribs and he instantly shoots up and adds another couple inches to his stance. She smiles at him and offers him her hand. “And you must be Steve! I’m so happy to finally meet you. You boys are all she ever talks about!”
You smile at the truthfulness of her words. Steve and Bucky were your world, they always had been. Bucky was the one that had taught you how to ride a bike in the alleyways of Brooklyn, and Steve was the only one who would write you letters when you were away, no matter the amount of time you were gone. (Along with little notes tagged on by Bucky) “Well shall we?” Bucky says offering you his arm which you gladly accept. Steve mimics the action and you all go arm and arm into the theater.
You and Bucky were over the moon to see that Steve and Nancy seemed to hit it off right away. Halfway through the movie, Steve even managed to get his arm around Nancy after some eye communication with Bucky.
“Where did you find this girl? She’s great!” Bucky says with a smile putting his own arm around you. “It’s never gone this well!”
“I work with her at the diner.” You say shifting slightly towards Bucky.
“And it took you this long to get her on a date with Steve!? We could have had this over with 7 dates ago!”
“She had a beau for a while, but it didn’t work out. And it would have been insensitive to shove Steve onto her right after they broke it off.” You hissed turning your attention back to the movie. “Now be quiet and watch the movie.” He smiles and pulls you closer to him as you watch Kane meet Susan Alexander.
“Steve and I are thinking of going for a walk if you want to join us?” Nancy smiles, taking hold of Steve’s hand. You look at Bucky and engage in a silent conversation.
“No I think Bucky and I are fine with dancing. It’s been ages since I’ve gone. But you kids enjoy yourselves. I expect Steve back home by midnight. He may turn into a pumpkin you know. “You tease taking Bucky’s arm again. You all part ways as Bucky lead you to a dance hall you remember sneaking into when you were 17. Bucky had always got you into trouble growing up. From swiping chocolate from the candy store downtown to putting pennies on railroad tracks and watching them soar (the pennies of course not the locomotives). He reaches out for the door and opens it for you, allowing your to enter first before he follows close behind.
The hall has a warmer feel then the crisp autumn winds outside. It’s almost stifling with so many people pressed against each other. Bucky takes your hand and finds an empty table, setting his jacket on the back of his chair. You smile as you watch all the girls dress up in their best dresses, cradled in the arms of the boys in uniform, from sailors in white to navy green army men. The band plays a slower song as the crowded dance floor flow sways together like grass on the prairie plains.
“You wanna dance doll?” Bucky asks gesturing to the open space between couples. You nod and take his hand, leading him to the dance floor. You wrap your hand around his shoulder and put your hand in his. He looks at you as he decides where to put his other hand. You smile and place it just above your hip. Not too scandalous but not too conservative. He smiles and starts swaying you both to the music.
“You dance wonderfully you know Mr. Barnes.” You whisper into his ear grinning.
“I learned from the best, though I heard she’s an old maid now. Hardly ever goes out, stays with a man she sees as a brother, wears her night dress and robe all day. It was a shame to let such a pretty girl go to waste really.” He replies, a smug grin pulling at the corner of his lips. You open your mouth in an exaggerated gasp
“Hey who are you calling an old maid! As I recall you’re older than me.” You say as you pushed against his chest lightly. He smiles and pulls you back to him. “You know I’m joking darling.” You heart flutters slightly as his term of endearment. You’d always loved being called ‘darling’. And when it was by Bucky it made it that much sweeter.
The song ended and the band took a little break. You returned to your table and Bucky left to get you some drinks. Just as he leaves you see a man advancing towards you out of the corner of your eye. He had to be about 6 foot, fiery red hair and dressed in a naval uniform. He staggers towards you with a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand, obviously drunk as a skunk before he got shipped out.
“Hey there pretty lady.” He slurs out staggering to your side, swaying as he tries and steady himself. You do what you always did when it came to drunken men. Ignore them. Usually they would just stand there for a minute and eventually slither away. But this one wasn’t going to let you get away that easy. “Hey! I’m talking to you sweet cheeks.” He takes a hold of your hand that’s lying on the table and swallows a generous amount of whiskey. You tug your hand away quickly but he snatches it back. “Hey now, what’s the matter.” He grins, showing off his missing tooth. You roll your eyes and turn your body towards him, frustration bubbling in your chest.
You lean closer to him so you can smell the whiskey on his breath, look in his eyes and say. “The matter is, I would rather not have your company at this time. So if you could back off that’d be appreciated” You yank your hand away again and cross your arms. He smiles again and grabs your shoulders.
“Ah come on, just one dance. Then we’ll see how it goes. I got a place we can go later. I ship out in a couple days; I just wanna have a little fun before I go.” He says between alcohol laced hiccups. You try and push his arms from you but he’s stronger then he looks, holding you in a vice grip.
“Let go of me!” You yell as you feel your heart hammering against your ribs. You can see he starts to bring his lips towards yours and you shut your eyes and jerk your head to the right, avoiding his advance. Suddenly you feel the weight against you disappear quickly. You open your eyes to see Bucky, hoisting the drunken sailor against the wall with both hands on his collar.
“I believe the lady told you let go.” Bucky says picking up the man and slamming him against the wall again. “You’d better mind your manners.” He releases the man and turns towards you. But as he walks away you hear the sailor call out.
“Yeah you just want to have a roll in the hay with her. I bet you she’s a whore anyway.” Your eyes widen as you see Bucky’s jaw tighten and his biceps strain against his shirt. You see a fire light up in his eyes you had never seen before. The sailor starts to laugh at the absence of defence on Bucky’s part. That is, until Bucky turned around so fast all you saw was a blur of white and the sound of bone cracking. The sailor drops to the floor, holding his nose in his hand as blood gushes from it. Bucky picks him up once more and says “Talk to her like that again and I swear to god I’ll kill you.” He drops the man back on the floor and grabs you by the hand, grabbing his jacket in the other and fleeing the hall. You stop once you get about a block away and he drapes his jacket over your shoulders.
“Are you ok?” He asks wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. You bury your head in his shoulder and take a few deep breaths.
“Y-yes, just a little shaken up. Thanks for that.” You say pulling back and smiling. “Are you ok?” You ask taking his hand and examining it. You can see bruises are starting to form on his knuckles and his forearm flinches slightly when you touch his hand.
“Yeah I’ve had worse. Steve loves getting in fights so I’ve had a lot of practice. The little punk.” He says taking his hand back from you. “Not a big deal since it was for my best girl. Come on I’ll walk you home.” You walk down the empty sidewalk in silence. Not an awkward silence, more comfortable. You absent mindedly wonder if Bucky would actually kill you for, if you were ever to be in harm’s way. You had never seen him like that before, so angry and defensive. It made you think of the stories you read when you were little. About the prince doing everything he could to protect the princess. His princess.
You’re so wrapped up in your own foolish thoughts that you almost don’t notice that you’d arrived at your apartment building. You look up at your apartment and see all the lights are off. Steve was most likely still out with Nancy. You start to shrug off Bucky’s jacket when he stops you. “No keep it. You might need it. I got another one at home.” You smile but feel a pang of guilt since you knew for a fact that he didn’t have another coat. He turns to leave you at the doorstep when you reach out and grab his hand without thinking. It takes him by surprise and you pull him back towards you. “Wait Bucky, I need to tell you something. I don’t really know how but if I say it right out I think it’ll make it easier. So don’t laugh and bear with me.” You ramble on running a hand through your hair.
“I have something to tell you too.” He says shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s say them at the same time, okay?” You nod in response and start to count to three on your fingers. This was something you usually did. If you couldn’t decide on a movie you’d both say one at the same time and hope they were the same title, the same with restaurants (when you could afford it). When you get to three you snap your eyes shut, take a deep breath and say what you’d been keeping hidden away for years.
“I love you.” You both say rather loudly. Your eyes flash open and meet his with the same dumfounded expression that was on yours. “Really?” You whisper so quietly it’s almost inaudible.
“For a long time, seeing that – guy hold you like that and-and talk to you that way. I just - I never want you to feel like you’re alone, like you should be treated like some sort of object. I love you (Y/N), I always have and I always will.” You can barely believe what you’re hearing. You try and assemble a string of words that could properly explain to him how you felt. But you were coming up with blanks. You decide there’s only one thing to do, you stand on your tip toes and wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck, kissing him with everything you had. He smiles against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his body.
“Well it’s about time!” You hear a familiar voices say from behind you. You pull away from Bucky and turn around to see Steve and Nancy in a cab pulled off to the curb, with smiles plastered across their faces.
“See I told you something would happen, Stevie!” Nancy says nudging Steve and kissing his cheek. Steve opens the door to the cab and hops out, offering Nancy his hand as well.
“It was a little early to turn in so we thought we’d come here for a cup of coffee. But if you’d prefer we left?” Steve starts, raising his eyebrows at you. You smile and shake your head.
“No it’s fine, come on up we’ll all have some.” You say taking Bucky’s hand and following Steve small form up the steps. You stop as you look up at the starts in the Brooklyn sky, noticing they’re shining just a little bit brighter tonight.
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Rin Tin Dean
Not my gif ^
Prompt: Imagine Dean being changed into a dog due to a spell and you have to take care of him until you find a cure. He sleeps with you at night and one morning you wake up cuddled up beside him
(F/M)= Favorite Movie
Word Count: 3882
Authors Note: Taking requests as always! But I’m feeling like some Steve Rogers so expect a little something soon! (or send me a promt, THAT would be appreciated!) Anyway it I hope you all enjoy this! I apologize in advance if there’s change in past/present tense and spelling errors!
You drag your blade across the witch’s chest, hearing her hiss under the pain.” I won’t ask again. Where. Is . Dean.” You punctuate your last word with a punch to her jaw. She snaps her head back towards you, laughing as she did.
“You really want that dog of a man back? Seems to me all he brings you is heartache and trouble honey.” She laughs pulling against her warded restraints. Your heart clenches at her words, you think a little too much about what she had said. It was true though, the fact that you had a crush on the eldest Winchester for quite a long time and had no success with finding any such feeling in return. Granted you didn’t pry that hard looking for them, you were afraid any questions to Dean about his feeling towards you would jeopardize you friendship. So you simply kept pushing your feeling deeper and deeper into the attic in your mind.
“Yes I want him back. Now tell me where he is!” You repeat.
“Why would you want him back? All this time you’ve loved him. You would take bullet for him. But still he still treats you like a sister.” She says with a smirk. You bring your fist back and nail her square in the jaw, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “Tell me!” You scream pressing the knife against her throat.
“Now that’s a dumb move on my part honey, I tell you where he is and then boom, I’m dead.” She replies moving her jaw in a circular motion.
“Not necessarily. You tell me and then I’ll let you go. No strings attached. As long as you keep away from us.”
“And I suppose you’ll now tell me to never kill anyone ever again. Well I may or may not be able to do that.” You look at her and twirl your knife in your fingers, weighing your options.
“I’ll just have to take that chance.” You say stabbing the knife into the wooden table next to you. “Now do we have a deal?” She squints her eyes and cracks her knuckles, puckering her lips.
“You have to get me out of these first. Then I can get him back.” She says motioning at the chains around her wrists and middle. You pick up your knife and unlock her restraints with your free hand, keeping a close eye on her movements. When she’s free you step back as she straightens her black dress and wipes the blood from her nose. She then raises her hands and snaps both fingers. “There. You’ll find him in that boat of a car of his outside. And I’ve left a little…Surprise for you.” She smirks.
“Wait, what kind of a-“You question before she disappears. You stuff your knife in your back pocket and run out to the Impala parked outside the abandoned warehouse you and Dean had entered to find the witch. Skidding to a halt in front of the Impala you stoop down and look inside, seeing the empty leather seats looking back at you. “Bitch!” You shout slamming your fists on the cab of the car. You put your hands over your face and take a deep breath. How could you be so stupid!? You feel tears pushing against your eyes, begging to be released. You hit the top of the car again and suddenly you hear a loud bark followed by a low growl. You jump and turn back to the passenger door. You duck down and come nose to nose with a brown and black multicolored German Shepard. Your eyes widen as you step back and slowly reach your hand out to pet its head. It gladly obliges and pushes into your hand. “Where’d you come from boy or uh, girl? Not that I don’t like you or anything. But this isn’t the best time to be crawling around the Impala.” You squeak out as the tears of frustration escape and run down your cheeks. The dog whines and licks your face and then goes from the passenger seat to the driver’s side, sitting down like he belonged there.
“Uh I don’t think that’s a good idea. See Dean, the owner of this car, hates dogs and he’ll be pissed when he gets back to find traces of you all over his Baby. The dog cocks his head to the side and stays glued to the seat. “Come on, get out.” You say opening the door and pointing to the ground. It wears the same confused look and stays put. “Come on please, I know this is rude of me and-oh my god I’m having a conversation with a dog.” You sigh and open the passenger door joining him. You ruffle the hair on his head and run your fingers through his hair. It’s a bit dirty but soft against your fingertips. You feel a collar under all the hair and tug it around, seeing a tag on it. “Now let’s see who you are mystery dog.”
You lower your head to the tag and read the name etched on the tiny gold metal sheet. “Dean.” You say out loud with a smile. “Ha well what do you think of that?” You laugh but your giggles slow down as you look at the dog and then back to the tag. The witches voice echoes through your ears, ‘That dog of a man.”. “No frigging way.” You breathe out sitting back in your seat. “Dean!?” He finally gets up and barks as his tail wags a mile a minute.
“I guess this was her little surprise. Well at least you’re not lost anymore. But now we got to get back to the bunker and tell Sam. Hopefully we’ll be able to fix this.” You say getting out of the car and walking to the driver’s side. Dean is sitting there again, looking up at you with his new found ‘puppy dog eyes’. ”Like hell I’m letting a dog drive! You say opening the door and pushing him to the opposite side. “Now you can sit there or sulk in the back. Your choice.” You start baby with a turn of the key and feel her roar to life. Dean nestles himself where you shoved him and whines at the window. You huff and lean to him, rolling down his window. “Buckle up RinTinTin.”
“Sam!” You shout entering the bunker with Dean trotting beside you. “You might wanna get out here!”
‘Hey (Y/N) How was the hun- where’s Dean?” He asks and looks down to see your new companion. Sam kneels down and pats his knees, beckoning Dean to him. “And who’s this?”
“Well to answer your questions, first, the hunt didn’t go too well, secondly, he’s having his ears scratched at the moment, and thirdly, that’s Dean.” You reply with a straight face. Sam stops scratching Deans perky ears and looks up at you with a smile, expecting you to tell him this was some kind of a joke. But your face told him the exact opposite.
“Uhm, how is this Dean?” He asks astonished as he stands up, causing Dean to whine from the lack of attention to his ears. You both sit down at the table with Dean lying by your feet as you tell Sam how Dean got caught by the witch and the little bargain you made.
“So basically, she made Dean a dog to have some type of insurance that you’d let her actually get away alive?” Sam asks.
“Yeah,basically. But now it looks like we’ll have to hunt her down and get her to reverse it.” You reply shifting in your seat and nudging Dean with your foot and he lets out a low growl and sits up. “Sorry Dean.”
“But if she wants you to leave her alone, why would she put a spell on him that would require us to find her again? Seems kind of stupid to me.”
“I know Sam, but what else are we supposed to do? He can’t stay like this forever.” You say as Dean rests his head on your lap. You scratch the top of his head and his neck. “The only other thing I can think of is if the spell would wear off eventually. But I’d rather look for her and find out for sure then wait around for it to happen.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right. Do you have any leads on where she could be?” Sam asks running his hand through his long brown hair.
“As a matter of fact I do. She’s a real estate agent, that’s why she was at that abandoned building. Her company was planning to buy it and demolish it and build a new set of condos. I got her card from her when I was trying to find Dean.” You reply proudly giving Sam the business card. “So are we gonna leave now?”
“ I think it might be a good idea if I go in alone, check her out see what we’re dealing with. We don’t want to rush in on her, it might blow our chances. You stay here with Dean, make sure he doesn’t get into anything.”
“Alright. You’re sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You ask as Sam gathers his stuff into his bag.
“No you’ve had quite an adventure already, plus she doesn’t know who I am, so she won’t see me coming hopefully.” Sam replies pulling his jacket on his tall form. “I’ll be back soon, if not by tomorrow morning.”
“Alright Sammy,be careful!” You say standing on your tiptoes and hugging his middle. You hear Dean growl again from behind you. You turn and cock an eyebrow at him. “And what’s your problem Fido?”
“I think he might be jealous.” Sam whispers in your ear as he brings down his hand and scratches Deans head, patting it gently. “You behave for (Y/N), or I can’t guarantee that Baby will come back in one piece.” Sam says to Dean. He barks and jumps on his hind legs, placing his paws on Sam’s chest. “Hey! Look it’s not up to me now! Just don’t eat anything or make a mess. It’s not hard.” Sam laughs taking Deans front paws and putting them back on the bunker floor. He takes his bag and says goodbye once more before exiting the bunker.
You sigh and go into the kitchen. It’s been almost 3 days since you last ate and you were just about to go crazy from the sounds of your stomach growling. Opening the fridge you rummage around looking for something edible besides Sam’s salads. You let out an dramatic groan and slam it shut. You turn on your heels to check the pantry when you trip over Dean who’s been on your heels ever since you entered the bunker. “God Dean! Can you just sit down for a second! Here!” You grab a blanket from the chair just outside the kitchen, fold it into a square and lay it on the floor. “There a bed. Now lie down!” You command. He snorts at you then steps onto the blanket, turning around 4 times before settling himself down. You return to the kitchen and rummage through the pantry and find only navy beans and soup that had been there god knows how long.
“You up for a burger run there Deano.” You ask closing the cupboards and grabbing the keys to your 68 Pontiac GTO. You instantly hear the claws on his paws against the floor of the bunker as he bolts to the garage door. “Oh how things change the more they stay the same.” You recite with a grin as you go into the garage and open the car door for Dean. He eagerly jumps in the passenger seat and sits down. You get in also and within a few minutes you’re on route to the burger joint in town. But as you were driving you could see Dean out of the corner of your eye, staring straight ahead to the road. He doesn’t move a muscle. You wonder why he was holding so still. Suddenly you see his eyes shift to the open window beside him and the light bulb goes off in your head. You take your hand from the wheel and put it on Dean’s back, stroking his soft fur and lightly scratching his skin. “You know, you can stick your head out the window if you want, the car is a judge free zone.” You laugh putting your hand back on the wheel. Dean barks and licks the side of your face, causing a strand of hair to stick to the side of your face. You laugh as you wipe the slobber from your cheek and watch Dean stick his head out the window. His ears dance in the wind and his tail wags happily.
You pull into the parking spot outside the ‘Burger Barn’ and set down the brown paper bag on your lap, not caring of any grease happened to drip on your jeans. You rapidly open the bag and catch a whiff of the burger and fries, causing your mouth to water and a sharp pang of hunger to rip through your belly. You so enthralled with the scent that you almost don’t notice Dean stick his head into the bag, sniffing around for his own burger.
“Ah,ah! Bad dog!” You scold grabbing his collar and hauling his head out of the bag. He whines as he sees a napkin had stuck to his wet nose and tried to take it off with his paw. You laugh and pull it off for him, wiping your dirty hands off on it. “Serves you right.” You grab the first burger in the bag and unwrap it, setting it on the seat between you. “There that’s yours. You probably shouldn’t even be eating this.” You say but it’s too late. Dean already has half the burger in his mouth, chomping away at the Angus beef patty. “Well never mind then.” You say as you unwrap your own burger and pop a few fries in your mouth.
Dean finishes his burger first, (big surprise.) while you’re still halfway through both your fries and burger. You have the packet of fries on your left leg, accompanied by your burger in your left hand. You look out of the window at the sun setting, lighting up the sky with orange and red colours, when you feel a weight on your right thigh. You look down to see Deans head resting on it, with his nose merely inches from your fries.
“Can I help you?” You ask with a mouth full of burger. He looks up at you, licks his lips and looks back at your fries with yearning in his big eyes. You huff and push him up into his sitting position again and spill the rest of your fries onto the aluminum foil his burger was wrapped in.
“You’re damn lucky you’re cute.” You say swallowing your last bite of supper. You brush off the crumbs from your hands and pick up your trash and stick it in the garbage can beside the car. You start the car and you expect Dean to resume his position sitting halfway out of the window then he crawls beside you and sets his head beside your leg; watching your keys jingle in the ignition. He nuzzles your leg and lets out a tired sigh. You guess he was just as tired as you were.
You’re almost to the bunker when you see Deans fallen asleep against your leg. You gently lay your hand on his head and trail it down his neck to the middle of his back and back up again. You silently wish that you could be this close to human Dean. While you did joke around and hug and stuff, the one thing you craved was just to be in his arms on the couch in the bunker and watch “The Great Escape” or really anything. You just enjoyed being in Dean’s company and embrace. But at this rate the only thing you were getting was a slobbery puddle of drool on your jeans.
You pull into the garage and gently jostle Dean awake. He slowly gets up from the car bench and hops down onto the floor, stretching his back legs out as he walks towards the bunker. You open the door for him and he nestles down on his makeshift bed while you slowly slide into your room to change into more comfortable clothing. You grab a pair of snoopy pajama shorts, a red tank top and quickly strip to replace your jeans and flannel with them. You smooth down your hair and return back to the bunker foyer. You stop and pat Dean on the head as he snoozes. You lean down and kiss the top of his head.
“Goodnight Dean.” You whisper getting up, going into the entertainment room, and closing the door behind you. Grabbing a blanket you drape it over the couch, lie down, and then fold the half you weren’t laying on over yourself. You close your eyes and attempt to fall asleep right there on the couch, but you feel sleep is just beyond your grasp. So you opt out for watching a movie instead. You flip out of your human burrito and glide your fingers over your DVD collection you’d acquired over the years. (Hey Dean had records, you had DVDs). You stopped at your copy of (F/M) and pop it in the DVD player, returning to the couch as the opening credits start to roll.
You’re lying on your stomach, about halfway through the movie when you hear the door creak. You grab the old revolver you kept hidden under the couch and cock the hammer. You lay perfectly still waiting for whatever had entered the room to come into your peripheral vision. You’re just about to pounce on whoever it was until that is, you saw who it actually was.
Dean prances up to you and wags his tail; the blanket you had given him is hanging from his mouth as he drags it behind him. You set the gun back down under the couch and rub your face and let out an sigh.
“God Dean you gave me a heart attack! Couldn’t you of barked or something!” You ask turning on you side looking at him, expecting an answer. But all you get in reply is a smirk. You blink at him in disbelief. Could dogs even smirk, little own nail a “Dean Winchester Smirk.” You shake your head and lie back on your stomach, folding your arms and cradling your head on them. You close your eyes and try to ignore the feeling that you were being watched. “Dean, stop staring at me please. If you want to sleep in here go ahead, I don’t mind. Make yourself comfortable as you can. I know the whole 4 legs thing must be awkward.” You say with a yawn. You click off the TV and just start to get really comfortable when you feel a wet nose against yours. You flash your eyes open and see Dean staring at you again. He whines and paws at the blanket draped over your body.
“Seriously?” You ask propping yourself up on your elbows. You look to see Deans abandoned his own blanket and now wants to share yours. Dean looks at you with his puppy dog eyes, (Some of whom could give Sam a run for his money) and whines. “Alright, Alright.” You lift your blanket and start to turn on your side but you don’t get a chance before Dean hops on the couch and lands directly on your back, knocking the wind out of you. He drapes himself over you and nuzzles your neck, letting out a sigh of contentment and licks your cheek again. He’s now lying on top of you, with his back paws on your ass and his head in the crook of your neck, his fur tickling the inside of your ears. It takes you a second to get the air back into your lungs but when you do you see that Dean’s eyes are already closed and he’s obviously asleep. You smile and start to bring the blanket back down, but stop halfway due to Dean alone being a living, breathing, heating pad. You feel your eyes start to slide shut as you fall asleep into a deep, happy sleep.
You feel your senses come back to you as your body starts to wake up. First you’re aware of the sound of someone’s quiet, steady breathing beside you, then by the feeling of arms secured around your torso. You also come to find your no longer on your stomach, but on your side. You gently turn your head to look at the person who’s holding you, meeting the gaze of two emerald green eyes. Dean smiles at you and pulls you closer towards him, setting his head on your shoulder.
“Morning.” He says, his voice rough from sleep. You don’t say anything for a moment out of sheer shock. The guy you’d been dreaming of for months was now spooning you on a couch.
“Uh, Morning.” You reply getting your voice back. “I take it Sam found the witch?”
“Yeah I guess so. I got my thumbs back.” He replies lifting a hand and wiggling his digit. You laugh and start to get up when he tightens his hold on you, keeping you in place. “Now where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh, shouldn’t I leave? I mean you’re back to normal? I don’t want to-“
“Was she right?” Dean interrupts.
“I was in a secret room in the warehouse, I heard what the witch said, was she telling the truth. Do you love me?” He asks again. You feel a lump in your throat start to form. You swallow in an attempt to get rid of it, with no success. “Yes.” was the only word you could get out. Closing your eyes you prepare for the heart breaking response, but receive silence instead. Your eyebrows knit together as you wait for Dean to do something, anything! He starts to sit up, bringing you with him and setting you on his lap, you curl your fingers around the blanket that he must have put around the two of you during the night, bringing it close to you. You look up at him and he pulls his lips into a side grin.
“I love you too. I always have.” Dean says kissing your cheek. “I never told you because I always thought you-“. Now it was your turn to stop him mid-sentence. You press your lips to his and you can feel him smile against you. You pull back and lean your forehead against his.
“Thanks for taking care of me yesterday. And uh, sorry about that mess I left in the kitchen. I got hungry while you were getting changed last night” Dean says playing with a loose thread on your tank top.
Your eyes widen and shoot to his. “Wait, what mess?!”
No Pants Dance
A/N: Here is Part 3 of :I Drew A Line For You” :) (Better late then never!)
As always requests are open!
Warnings:Swearing, mention of sex (a bit of lead up if you will)
Word Count: Approx. 2500
You drag your tired bones into the bunker as you virtually drag your duffel bag behind you; Dean and Sam are close behind, not in any better of shape. You’d all just gotten back from a vamp hunt in Missouri, little over 20 vamps living in 3 different locations that you had to hunt down individually. You didn’t think you’d seen so many at one time in your life. You kick off your boots at the door and relish in the feeling of your feet being free from their leather prison cells.
“Hey (Y/N),Dean, Sam.” Benny greets walking into the foyer and leans against the map table. You stroll over finding a new wave of energy and wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss, feeling his beard scratch your skin. You feel him grin against your lips and place his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him.
“Ugh, jeez guys, we’re right here!” Dean gags setting his bag on the table. “Sammy isn’t that just disgusting?”
“(Y/N) and I have heard and seen you do worse things so no I think kissing is tolerable.” Sam replies smiling and shaking his head at the eldest Winchester.
“Thank you Sammy!” You say turning and giving him a tight hug around his middle, which was about as high as you could reach. He returns with a much bigger and abrasive one as per usual. “See Dean, why can’t you be more like Sam?” You tease. You can see Dean roll his eyes and scoff. Benny laughs and takes your bag from you, lifting it with ease.
“So how did the hunt go? Sorry I couldn’t help you out but, well you know.” Benny asks looking down at the floor. Benny never did like being around other vampires. It only made for more danger to come towards you and the boys, what with other vamps finding out that Benny was still alive. But if it meant having to sacrifice Benny’s help with vamps to keep him around, it was one you and the boys would gladly take. Beside he needed a bit of a rest since he was still a bit iffy from the fiasco that happened in Louisiana a month before. Of course you wouldn’t let the boys keep you in the bunker to rest, you felt fine and sitting around the bunker just made you feel useless.
Benny felt the same way about cooping himself up in the concrete fortress. So he would go out on small hunts alone, simple stuff thank god, you already worried about Benny enough.
“It was good, took a bit longer then we would of liked but hey, we’re all back with our original limbs.” You reply
“Yeah about 20 vamps, 3 different hideouts, Fantastic.” Dean replies, sarcasm dripping from his last word. He pulls his gun from his bag and puts it in the back of his jeans. “I’m going into town for a drink, anyone wanna join me? PS It won’t be PG rated fun.”
You shake your head and laugh “No thanks, I think I’ll take it easy tonight.”
“Sammy? Offers gonna be gone in 5..4..3-“ Dean coaxes heading towards the door.
“Uh no I’d rather not watch you hit on women all night thanks. I think I’m gonna turn in. I’ll probably get up early and go for a run” Sam replies slinging his knapsack onto his back.
“Running Sam? You’re doing that crap again? Dude that’ll kill you.”
“Dean, runnin’ ain’t that bad, keeps your heart pumpin’. Looks like those burgers are taking their toll on you too brother. Might want to take it up.” Benny smirks patting Dean on the shoulder.
“Psh, I’d die from those beautiful burgers before I go running at 6am. Yeah no thanks.”
“Well goodnight.” Sam says shaking his head. He turns and starts towards the sleeping quarters. “Night Sammy.” You yell back
“Well I’ll be back later. I’ll see you guys then.” Dean says opening the door and going into the garage. “Much later I reckon and with a friend in tow” Benny says with a laugh. Dean suddenly pokes his head through the doorway again. “Hey I heard that, and you would be right. Don’t you kids do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winks as he finally leaves.
“So what would you like to do darlin’, sleep I presume?” Benny asks
“Hm, no I think I’ll take a shower first, why don’t we just hangout, watch a movie or something?” You reply sitting on the map table with your butt landing on Alaska.
“Sounds great, but not one of those Twilight movies. I tried watching one when you were gone. Who ever thought those were a good idea?” Benny asks rubbing his chin. You feel a laugh bubbling in your chest and it comes erupting from you, you hold your sides as it over takes you.
“You-you watch a Twilight movie?” You ask between giggles.
“I was bored alright.” Benny huffs crossing his arms across his chest. “It gets lonely around here without you.” You laugh and scoot onto your knees and shuffle behind Benny, hugging him from behind, standing with your knees on the table. “I’m just teasin Benny. Believe me I did worse things when you were gone. Now I’m going to take that shower.” You say as you jump down from the table. You lean down and take your bag from Benny’s grasp, hooking it onto your shoulder.
“I can carry that for you, you know.”
“I know you can my ‘big strong man’.” You grin pecking him on the cheek. “But my stuffs in here and I don’t want you to see me-“ You stop and quickly look to your left then your right. “Naked.” You whisper with a cheeky grin. You were joking of course and Benny knew that as he shook his head and laughed.
“Well in that case darling you carry that bag. And when you get out I have a little surprise for you. And take your time with that shower.” He guides you by pressing a hand on the small of your back towards your bathroom and then turns and heads towards the kitchen, tossing you a wink before you open the door and step onto the cold tiles.
You took Benny’s advice and stayed in the shower longer than usual, almost until your hands became wrinkled and tight. You stepped out of the shower and wiped a streak of fog off the mirror as you towel dried your hair. It was still a bit early in the night, so you avoid the pajamas for the moment. You wiggled in a pair of clean jeans and just as you were pulling your V-neck shirt over your head, 3 rapid knocks echo through your room.
“Darlin’ you out of the shower yet?” A thick Louisiana accent says through the door/
“Yup I’m just putting on a clean set of clothes, come in.” You reply sitting on the edge of your bed, brushing out your wet hair. You see the doorknob turn and then Benny’s form in the doorway. He had changed from shorts and an old tshirt to a dark pair of jeans and a plaid button up (since he now knew how much you liked seeing him in it).
“Ready for your surprise?” He asks extending his hand to yours. You nod and accept his hand. He pulls you up from your bed and puts a hand over your eyes. “I gotta cover your eyes for a second sugar, hope you don’t mind?”
“No by all means, I like surprises! Just don’t guide me into a wall!” You chuckle putting your hands by your side, allowing Benny to guide you through the bunker. You can sense that your nearing the dining room when you feel an object almost into your hip, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Benny doesn’t notice and bumps into your ass.
“You did that on purpose!” You grin shirting directions as to avoid the foreign object.
“Sorry Darlin’, got distracted.” He chuckles as you puts a hand on your hip, signalling you to stop. He takes your hand off your eyes and it takes a second for them to adjust to the light again. You gasp at the sight in front of you. A beautiful candelabrum is sitting in the middle of the table, with candles in it illuminating the dim room. It’s accompanied by two plates of spaghetti and beers to top off the meal. You run your fingers over the beautiful white lace table cloth that is dawned on the table. “Oh Benny, this is wonderful!” You turn and throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply, you feel him grin against your lips. “I just thought you might like a nice dinner, you’ve been working hard lately, and you deserve it.” Benny explains pulling your chair out for you and seating you at the table. You smile at him and the smile stays there for the entire time you spent at that table, laughing and just enjoying the little bit of alone time you’d been given. Sam’s room was quite a far bit from the dining room, so you didn’t have to worry about being too quiet.
“Oh god you should of seen Deans face when that waitress full on rejected him at the bar, oh my gosh!” You laugh as you swallow your last bite of spaghetti. Benny’s almost falling out of his chair from laughing so hard. “And Sam and I upped the ante by convincing him he was getting too old and losing his touch. We had him convinced for a good 14 hours he was out of the game. The poor man was looking in the rear view trying to find gray hairs!”
“Oh Darlin’ you sure can be mean to a guy when you want to.” Benny says wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Well let’s face it, sometimes Dean has to be brought back down to earth.” You reply taking both your and Benny’s dishes into the kitchen and placing them in the sink,filling it with hot water and soap. You start to wash off the sauce when you see Benny looking at you out of the corner of your eye. “What?” You grin looking at Benny taking a sip of your beer you had brought with you into the kitchen. You take a spoon out of the utensil drawer and look at your reflection. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No, I was just thinking.” He says taking a dish cloth and drying the now white plates. “Y’know you look beautiful.” You smile and look down at you thrown together ensemble. You now realize those ‘clean’ pair of jeans were actually riddled with stains, from blood on the thigh to mud at the ankles. You run your hand through your slightly damp hair, your fingers getting caught in a rouge tangle. You slip your fingers from your hair and pull at the hem of your shirt.
“Thanks Benny.” You blush “But I don’t feel very beautiful. Believe it or not I thought these jeans were in the clean pile.” Benny puts the dish cloth on the rack and takes 2 long strides towards you, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you into the counter top. “Benny!” You squeal careful not to end up with your ass in the sink.
“Darlin’ you’re always beautiful to me. You have no idea how much I miss you, and worry about you. I miss the way your hair smells when you get out of the shower; I miss the feeling of your head on my chest when you go to sleep at night. But if you’re really worried about them jeans you’re wearing, then I’ll gladly remove them.” He grins placing kissed along your jaw. You hum in response and shift a little on the counter, feeling a bit of water on the back of your jeans, signalling you that you’re a bit too close to the sink that’s still filled with water. “Benny my jeans are getting wet!” You laugh against his lips. He pulls back and looks into your (E/C) eyes as a sly smirk pulls on the corner of his lips. You lightly swat his chest with your hand. “Jerk! You know what I mean!”
“Well there’s another reason for you to be getting rid of those pants.” He replies brushing his lips against yours once again.
“Everyone is going to keep their pants on until I get food.” You hear a foreign voice in the room and instantly jump on the counter, landing directly in the sink. You feel the dirty water soaking through the bottom of your jeans and it splashes up covering both you and Benny. “Jesus Sam! You scared me!” You blurt out as you feel your cheeks turning red.
“Uh Sorry, I’ll knock next time?” Sam replies unsure of how he should respond. You can see he’s trying to stifle a laugh as he quickly strolls over to the fridge, fishing out a salad that Benny must have had while you were away.
“I thought you were going to sleep?” You asked aggravated as you grip Benny’s forearm as he pulls you up. Benny too is trying his best to keep it together. “Are-are you okay (Y/N).” He says choppily holding his fist to his mouth. You glare at him and shift in your wet jeans. “Yes, Fine.” You reply.
“I was but uh, I was just hungry. Can’t seem to fall asleep on an empty stomach.” Sam replies. “Well, goodnight!” He smirks exiting the kitchen rather quickly. Benny looks at you once he knows Sam is gone and grins.
“What now?” You ask smiling, not able to contain your own laughter anymore.
“You stand there any longer and there’s gonna be a lake in this kitchen, sweetheart.” He says pointing to your feet. You look down and see that the water had traveled down your legs and started to collect in a small puddle on the floor. You both start laughing as you take your foot and tap the puddle, causing water to splash onto Benny’s pant leg. “Hey!” Don’t get me wetter then I already am!” He says motioning to his soaked plaid shirt and the front of his jeans.
“Well come one then! Now we both have an excuse to lose our pants!” You giggle grabbing his hand and leading him to your room. “We can do the no pants dance!”
"Please do that dance in your own space!" Sam yells from his room. " I forgot a fork and I really don’t wanna see you two in your underwear!"