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Rin Tin Dean


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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

Warnings: Swearing

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)

Character:Benny Lafitte

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!"

Eye to Eye


*I don’t own this b-e-autiful gif, I found it*


Word Count:1849

Prompt: merlin/reader fic where he’s always lovingly teasing her about how she’s as tall as him(which is 7/8 inches taller than most girls in Merlin)and it’s just them teasing eachother(she makes jabs at his ears sneaking kisses while working and all cute

There was also a request for a fluffy merlinxreader, so I thought you mix the two. (for now at least)

Warnings:None just a bit of fluff :)

Other: This took waaaaay longer then I wanted. I’ve been suffering from a bit of writers block lately so I apologize deep down from my Canadian heart if this isn’t as awesome as it should be, FORGIVE MEE!Oh god, I’ll stop talking now.



            You quickly make your way to the stables as the empty bucket you carry knocks against your leg. You set it at the doorway to the smelly stalls as you sneak up behind him. You giggle to yourself as you hear him cursing under his breath. “Muck out the stalls Merlin. Make yourself useful Merlin.” He mocks that of Arthur as he aggressively shovels the filth on the dirt floor. “I’m late with one breakfast and I get stuck with the task of cleaning these wretched stalls.” You’d always though it was so cute when he talked to himself like that. Making up miniature conversations with himself, allowing him to actually say what was on his mind. Without consequences from Arthur, Uther, or Gaius. You continue to make your way to him, careful as not to step in anything…Unpleasant.  When you’re a few inches away, you slip your hands around and place them over his eyes. “Guess Who?” You whisper.

            “Hm, I don’t know, can I have a hint?” Merlin jokes as he smiles and leans against his shovel.

            “Well, I’m the only one in the kingdom that can actually look you in the eyes without looking neither up nor down at you.” You reply. He removes a hand from the shovel handle and taps his finger on his lips, thinking,(though he obviously knew who it was).   “Is it Arthur?” He asks enthusiastically.

`           “No silly, it’s (Y/N)!” You reply, removing your hands and tugging on his right ear gently. “I would think you would be able to hear me coming!”

            “Oh I may not of heard you but even amidst the stench of the horses I could smell you coming, honey and cinnamon as always?” He asks turning around and gently placing his hands on your waist.

            “M-hm, Chef is making some sort of dessert for the banquet tonight. You’ll be there won’t you?” You ask tenderly.

            “Of course, where would Arthur be without his faithful servant?” He replies. You step out of his grasp and curtsy before him. “It’s a great honor to be in the presence of such an important person in the royal household.”

            Merlin laughs and bows in return “Likewise my dear.”  You smile and gently cradle his face in your hands. You can see your reflection in his tantalizing blue orbs; you’d never seen another person with such beautiful eyes. You see them slowly look from your face to your lips as he inches his towards you.

            “Merlin are you not finished with these stalls yet!?”

            You jump from Merlin at the sudden intrusion and turn towards the door. You can feel your blood rushing to your cheeks as Merlin rubs the back of his neck in frustration.  “What are you doing here (Y/N)? Shouldn’t you be helping the cook with the banquet dinner?” Arthur asks eying the empty bucket you had left at the door.

            “She was just getting some water and I called her in here to ask what was on the menu for tonight.” Merlin interjected leaning his shovel against the wall. “ I just finished with the stalls.”

            “I see. Well come on then, you’re behind, our training was supposed to start a half an hour ago.” Arthur says picking up your bucket and handing it to you. “ If you’ll excuse us (Y/N).” Arthur jerks his head towards the door, signalling Merlin of their departure. You avoid eye contact with Arthur as he leads, but you see Merlin quickly pecks you on the cheek and he follows .


            “You know Merlin has been looking in this direction all evening.” Guin whispers to you as you all stand along the banquet hall wall. Uther was finishing one of his speeches that none of you were really listening to. And Gwen was right, it seems Merlin wasn’t either. You catch each others gaze and smile as Uther’s speech comes to an end. Arthur snaps his fingers and Merlin strolls to his side, never breaking eye contact with you as he leans down and listens to Arthur. Merlin stands again and starts making his way towards you as Arthur calls you to him. You carry the dish of dessert to him, expecting he wants seconds. As you and Merlin pass each other his hand brushes against yours, and puts something in your hand. You grip it tight and shove it in your dress sleeve as you offer the dessert to Arthur.

            “Your majesty.” You say smiling at him.

            “Thank you (Y/N), It’s very good. Give my regards to the chef will you?” Arthur asks shoveling the sweet Danish into his mouth.  Why he couldn’t do it himself was a mystery. That’s one of the things you never liked about Arthur, or understood is a better word. You knew he had a good heart, but at times you had to question him. Why Guin was so taken with him was beyond you, but you supposed he was handsome, and she seemed to always bring out the best in him.

            “Of course, I’m sure he appreciated it greatly.” You reply smiling and returning to your place along the wall.


The meal ended not long after that and you had almost forgotten about Merlin’s note. Once you had returned to the castles kitchen, you sat down at the table and fished the note from your sleeve.

            You look beautiful tonite. I’ll be late leaving the castle so don’t wait up for me. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.


            You smiled and press the note to your heart. It was always so hard for you to believe that someone could love and care for you that much. Ever since you were young, you’d always been on the taller side for a girl, sometimes being taller than most men around you, which didn’t make for an easy life. But Merlin always made you feel beautiful and whole. Suddenly an idea swept into your head as you finished cleaning up the banquet dishes. You grabbed a plate and set a freshly made cake that hadn’t been eaten during the dinner onto it, draping a handkerchief over it. You quietly made your way up the stone steps from the kitchen to the upstairs chambers. Merlin was just leaving Arthur’s chambers as you had planned when he saw you walking down the corridor towards him. You pull the cake behind your back as he meets you halfway.

            “(Y/N) it’s late, what are you doing here?” He asks placing his hands on your waist. “ I thought I told you not to wait?”

            “Calm down Merlin, I just finished cleaning up the dishes from the banquet. The knights make quite the mess you know. “

            “Don’t I know it.” He chuckles.

            “I just thought I’d bring you a little surprise.” You bring your hand from behind your back and dramatically sweep the handkerchief from the pastry, revealing it to him. “Ta-da! I have my own magic!” You guide him into a small alcove in the hallway and sit down, patting the empty space beside you. Merlin smiles and accepts the invitation.

            “Oh I forgot forks.” You huff placing the plate on the floor between you.

            “Are you sure? Check your apron pockets.” Merlin smirks and snaps his fingers. You put your hand down your right hand pocket and feel the cold metal of 2 silver forks.

            “You’re getting pretty good at that, an improvement when you tried to get me some flowers and ended up with a cat instead.” You giggle handing him a fork and digging yours into the fluffy dessert.

            “Maybe I was trying to get you a cat?”

            “Merlin, I hate cats.” You say bluntly. You look him dead in the eye and watch the color drain from his face as he forcefully swallows the mouthful of cake that was in his mouth. You quickly set your fork down and put your arm around his back. “Merlin I was joking, I swear. You know I love that cat, even though Mother can’t stand him in the slightest.” You giggle pecking him on the cheek. He breathes a sigh of relief and scoops a bite of cake onto his fork and brings it to your mouth. You open your mouth and happily eat the sweet delight. “Mmm it’s so sweet.” You say licking some crumbs off your fingertips.

            “Just like you are.” Merlin says sweetly putting his hand on your cheek. For the second time today you can feel your cheeks get hot. You were sure your face was turning a crimson red. Like a replay of earlier that day, you looked at his eyes as he inched closer and closer to you, finally your lips connected in a sugary kiss. You could taste the cake that had been on his lips. You separated and leaned your forehead against his. Merlin smiles and says “ Thank God Arthur didn’t ca-“

“Merlin! Where are you!” Arthur shouts from the hallway. You can hear his heavy boots on the stone floor getting closer to your hiding place, thankfully the space you were in hide you from the light of the corridor. Merlin pressed his finger to his lips, signalling you to be silent. But as Arthur nears you, he stops directly in front of you.

            “Merlin, I know you’re there, come on. You too (Y/N).” Arthur coaxes to you both. You look at Merlin wondering how he could have known where you were. You get up, taking the plate with the half eaten cake with you, putting the forks back into your apron pocket and step into the candlelit hall.

            “Bit late to be up and about isn’t it?” Arthur asks raising a brow at you and breaking a chunk of cake off the plate and popping it in his mouth.

            “I just thought I would bring Merlin a bit of a treat, seeing as he left the banquet early.” You say.

            “Well that’s nice of you.  But Merlin’s got to get back to training. His tardiness this morning is being made up for in night sessions. I’d suggest you go home before it gets any later. Would you like a guard to escort you home?” He asks sincerely.

            “Oh no I’m fine, thank you. Good night Arthur. Goodnight Merlin.” You say before throwing Merlin a wink and turning on your heels and starting back to the kitchen.

            “Wait (Y/N). Leave the cake.” Arthur says taking the plate from your hands and waving you off again. You and Merlin exchange looks and smile at each other.

            “Enjoy! Training does make a man hungry.” You tease leaving again. As you walk away you can hear a bit of their conversation.

            “Merlin you must choose a better hiding place. Where do you think Guin and I go to have our nightly conversations, the stable? Anyway, I knew you liked her. Not bad looking, but not my type, little too tall.” Arthur says between mouthfuls of cake. You can almost feel Merlin’s gaze boring a hole in the back of your head as you hear him say.

            “No, I think she’s perfect.”


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Just Promise Me We’ll Be Alright ~A Sequel

A sequel to “I Drew A Line For You” :

Character:Benny Lafitte

Word Count:1839

Warnings: Mild swearing, blood.

Other: I will write a part 3 if anyone is interested! But for now I hope you all enjoy part 2! 

Italics are readers ‘flashback’!

Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors. I may or may not have written this in a hurry :(

Requests are open as always!


                 A constant beeping noise echo’s through your head as you awaken from a deep sleep. Your eyelids slowly slide open as the world comes into focus. The first thing you see is Benny seated in the chair beside your hospital bed. His eyes are shielded by his sunglasses, protecting him from the bright florescent lights radiating in the white room. You can tell by his slow and steady breathing, and the way he held his head that he was sleeping. You smile as you look down to see your hands in his.

            “Hey (Y/N), how are you feeling?” Sam asks quietly. You turn your head to face him, only now noticing that both he and Dean were also there.

            “Little groggy, but I’ve been worse.” You reply smiling

            “I don’t I’ve ever seen someone lose that much blood before. We had to make up quite the story to keep these guys from calling the cops, you and Benny being in the state you were.” Dean says getting up from his own chair and strides to the open window, squinting in the mid morning light streaming in.

            “State? What state?” You ask quickly looking at Benny’s still sleeping body.

            “Uh he was covered in blood, remember? Kinda hard to explain why we’re bringing in a girl with nearly no blood left in her body, along with a guy covered in the stuff. Told em he found you and the blood belonged to the guy that attacked you.” Sam explains.

            “So why is he clean now?” You ask, obviously still flighty from the drugs since he’d clearly got a change of clothes from Sam judging from the plaid on him now. It was a good look. For him. You remind yourself to get him to wear plaid for often.

            “(Y/N)?” Dean asks waving his hand in front of your face.

            “Uh yeah sorry, these drugs guys, wow.”

            “Pain killers, you kinda needed them.” Sam says gesturing to your bandaged arm. “ But Dean and I went back to the motel, did a bit of research and got Benny some fresh clothes.

            “He smelled like a damn dumpster.” Dean says cringing. “He got whatever he was covered in all over poor Baby.”

            “And he stayed here the whole time?” You asked watching Benny’s chest slowly rise and fall, ignoring Deans boyish complaints. You were rather surprised that he was still asleep, while you and the boys were talking rather quietly, vampires weren’t known for being heavy sleepers.

            “Yeah he never left that stupid chair.” Dean groans arching his back. “ I don’t know how he did it, god they’re hard on the ass.” You turn your attention back to the boys, deciding to try and let Benny have a bit more time to rest. If he had been there for as long as the boys led on, he needed it.

            “So, research, what did you guys find out?” You ask as you take your forefinger and trace the veins and knuckles on Benny’s calloused hand.

            “Uh, you know the usual, just a vengeful spirit. The bones are buried in the local cemetery, Dean and I will salt and burn them at sundown.” Sam replies nervously. “ But right now we’re worrying about you. So do you feel ok?”

            “If by ‘ok’ you mean not wanting to kill you both by drinking you dry, then yes I’m ‘ok’. I take it I didn’t turn then?” You ask. Sam and Dean both exchange looks, and engage in one of their ‘silent conversations’. Your heart dropped as you read them both like a book. You run your tongue over your gums on the top of your mouth, checking to see if fangs had developed.

            “Guys?” You ask again silently demanding them to explain to you what had happened

            “Yeah (Y/N), you turned. You were full on vamp for about 3 hours. We took you to a hideout Benny was using while Sam and I looked for a cure.” Dean says quietly, taking his hands and rubbing his chin.  And suddenly, it came back to you.


            Your head is pounding with what sounds like a thousand drums of war echoing through your ears. The hearts of those around you, pumping blood throughout their bodies. You writhe and yell under Benny’s grasp.  “Benny! Wha-whats happening to me!?” You say through gritted teeth, though you knew exactly what was happening.

            “Sh darlin’, you gotta calm down, breath. Lie down.” He whispers in your ear as he leads you to the bed in the corner of the nearly empty room.

            “How am I supposed to calm down with all this noise?” You yell placing your hands over your ears. “Oh God, Benny make it stop!”  You rip your hands from your ears and try to push him away. “Get away from me Benny! Just leave me here!” Benny grabs your hands and criss-crosses them around your torso, so he has a firm hold of you from behind. He sits down on the bed and you go down with him, landing between his legs. Placing his chin on top of your head he starts rocking your body slowly left and right. You continue to wiggle and kick against him as he starts to speak. “(Y/N) please, you got to calm down. Remember what we said in the car? We’ll be alright, you’re going to be alright, I promise. Dean and Sam will find a way, I’ll be right here.”

            “Benny I can feel it. I need it!” You cry as tears of frustration and sadness start pouring down your face.

            “No, no you don’t, you’ve got to fight it, just for a little bit longer. I won’t let this happen to you. I’m sorry (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” Benny’s voice suddenly breaks and his chest heaves in an erratic rhythm, containing the sobs in his lungs. “I should have never drunk your blood. I should have never said your name. I should have just kept my god damn mouth shut. I should have died in that damn alleyway. If I actually loved you (Y/N) I would have just stayed away. I’m a monster, and I always will be.” He moved his head to the crook of your neck as he continues to sway your bodies back and forth, calming you down further, as you felt his tears drop onto your shoulder.

            “Benny,(Y/N)!” Dean yells as he and Sam barge into the darkly lit room. “We found something; here we need some of your blood.” He untangles one of Benny’s arms from yours and drags the blade across his palm, making blood cascade down into the metal bowl Dean held under it. Your vision starts to blur once again as you see Sam throw a match into the bowl, along with a few ingredients you couldn’t place. He chants a spell and the contents of the bowl explode as you scream, a searing pain going through your veins,. “Benny!” You cry as you cling to his arms as you can feel yourself becoming weaker and weaker by the second, and finally your world goes quiet, yet you can just hear Benny’s voice as you go limp in his arms.


            You bite your lip the boys fill you in on the details you couldn’t remember. How you had been out for nearly 3 days, the doctors didn’t know why you weren’t responding to their meds. And the boys didn’t know if their spell had worked either.           

            “We thought we lost you (Y/N).” Sam said taking your free hand and giving it a squeeze before getting up and giving you a hug, lighter than his normal bear hugs. “Good thing your awake, you’re the only one Dean really listens to. We’d both be in trouble if anything happened to you”

            “Hey! I’m right here!” Dean snorts giving Sam a light punch on the arm. “ Ok enough ‘chick flick moments’. We’ll let you get some rest kiddo.” Dean smiles also giving you a hug and placing a stray hair behind your ear.

            “Kiddo, Dean? Really? I’m 3 years younger than you!” You say irritated. You’d always hated when he called you that.

            “That’s makes me 3 years your senior.” He says patting you on the head. “Now get some rest, Sammy and I are going to go do some more research and take care of that ghost, we should be back on route to the bunker by tomorrow.”

            “Alright, now get outta here old man.” You laugh as you throw your pillow at his head. “Oh and guys?”

            “Yeah?” Sam answers as Dean peels the pillow from his face.

            “Thank you.” You smile as they return the favor and leave you alone with your sleeping companion. As soon as the door clicked shut, you felt the hand that had been holding yours stir and squeeze yours.

            “I thought they’d never leave.”  Benny says as he lifts his head and grins at you.

            “How long have you been awake?” You giggle as you scoot out from under the light blue bed covers and sit cross legged facing him.

            “Halfway through your recollection of that hell I put you through.” Benny says quietly as he gets up and shuts off the light in the room. He removes his sunglasses and  you see his eyes are glassy.

            “Benny, sit down.” You say patting the area of bed beside you. He slowly lowers himself down but avoids looking you in the eye. “Look at me. This wasn’t your fault, it was my idea to do this. If I had the choice to go back and change my decision I wouldn’t. If I hadn’t of let you do it Benny you’d be dead. Do you know how much that scares me? More than the thought of being a vampire. When Dean told me you were back in Purgatory I was heartbroken, but I always kept the faith that you’d be able to come back somehow.”

            “(Y/N), I’m a-“

            “Benny you are not a monster! And I never want to hear you say that ever again!” You snap as you cradle his face in your hands, feeling his beard scratch your soft palms. “I love you Benny. You have heart, and compassion. I’ve met a lot of monsters and you aren’t one of them.” Benny’s eyes slide up from their gaze on the tiled floor and into your (E/C) eyes. He brings a hand up and places it on the back of your head and pulls your lips towards his and catches them in a long awaited kiss, sending electricity through your body.

            “ Okay, it’s time for your lunch Miss- Oh god I’m sorry!” The nurse freezes in the doorway of your room and starts to leave again. “I’ll come back later.”

            “No, its fine, please come in!” You laugh as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you pull away from Benny. “I’m starving.”

            “ Other than starvation, how are you doing?” She asks sweetly. You look back to Benny and smile.

            “I’m doing alright.”


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