Waken Up -Winchester Brothers X M!Reader

Waken Up - Winchester Brothers x M!Reader

Summary: You research later than the two. Later in the evening, Dean wakes you and Sam up from a nap

Dean looks over to his brother sleeping with his back towards him as he comes into the motel room. He walks over to whack his feet. 

Sam removes his arm from over your waist to glare at his brother. “What?”

“What time did he go to bed last night?”

“He went to bed late." You mumble tiredly. Dean walks over to sit on your side of the bed. “Were you researching again?” He gets a hum in response.

He slithers his hand under the blanket to rest it on your lower back. The warmth of his hand feels nice against your skin.

Sam lays back on his side and buries his nose in your hair. You feel some of his breath going down your back, which sends shivers down your body. “We’re going back to the bunker today, sweetheart. I packed our bags earlier.” The eldest Winchester says softly.

Groaning tiredly and softly, you bury your face in your pillow. “Sam and I can get dressed as you can stay in your PJs. How does that sound?” You nod. “Is my blanket in Baby?”

“Yeah.” The youngest Winchester answers as he gets out of bed and to his bag to get clean clothes, Dean doing the same thing. 

Sam goes to the bathroom to take a quick shower and into the clean clothes.

The brothers zip up their bags after putting their dirty clothes in them. 

Sam takes all three bags out to Baby as Dean carries you, who’s in one of his shorts, one of Sam’s shirts, and a pair of fluff socks. 

Your legs are wrapped around Dean’s waist and your arms around his neck, hands clasped together. Dean’s hands are resting underneath your butt. His head is slightly leaned against your head that’s resting on his shoulder, your nose against his neck.

“What time is it?” You ask, your voice muffled a bit. Dean removes one of his hands to check his watch. Once he has his hand back under your butt, he says, “It’s 9pm. You slept through most of the day.”

“It’s because I’ve been having some shitty sleeps, the hunt yesterday worn me out, and I went to sleep at 6 in the morning from researching all night.”

Once at the car, your favourite blanket is folded neatly in the back seat. Dean settles you in next to it.

You start to unfold the blanket and pause for a short second as Dean pressed a kiss to your temple. He squats down and rests his hands next to your outer thigh to keep his balance. “Do you want one of us to stay in the back with you?” Shaking your head, you look at him after placing the blanket over your legs.

“Okay.” He pecks your lips whilst standing and walking to the front seat. Sam took his spot and does the same thing, making the kiss a bit longer. He closes the door and goes to his seat next to his brother.

With Baby back on the road and some minutes later of silence, you ask, “Can we do a lazy, movie, cuddle day tomorrow?”

The Demon That Can Feel Love From One Conversation - Demon!Dean x F!Reader

This is requested from my wonderful friend @dimelozabdi​. Thank you for the request 

Summary: Demon Dean is sitting in the dungeon and see you sneak in. You have an emotional conversation about loving each other that kinda breaks him out of it

Once you know that Sam and Cas are out of the bunker to go and do some things, you go down to the dungeon to talk to your boyfriend who is now a demon, one of the many things you hunt.

Opening the door, Dean perks his head up. His black eyes show. A smile is on his face once he sees that it’s you instead of his brother or their angel friend. The darkness fades away, letting his beautiful green eyes come out. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Dean.” You breathe out, your shoulders relax. “It’s been days since I’ve seen you. Where have you been? I’ve been missing you, baby.” He shifted in his seat to have his ass touching the back rest.

“I’ve missed you, too.” He tilts his head a bit and has his smile turned into a small frown. “Then why haven’t you come to see me?”

“I don’t know, but I know that I wouldn’t be talking to my Dean.” You walk towards him to have your hands gripped onto his forearms, your face neared his. “That is why you are going to let us turn you back.”

Dean acts like he’s thinking. After a few seconds pass, he shakes his head, “Nah.” His head snaps to the right from you doing a right hook.

You take a few steps back. You watch the small cut you caused on his cheek to heal up.

“You are so dumb by getting that Mark of Cain, and so stupid for doing other things. You went off to fuck those chicks from the bars and diners, knowing little of my feelings for you. You’d do anything for Sam, Cas and I. Fuck, you would die for us and you have.

You think and believe that you’re not worthy to live or to be loved. People have loved you, Dean, and they’ve died for you, so you can live for them, so you can live your life, knowing the people who loved you have died for you and the people who are still alive and loving you now,” you pause to catch your breath, “they would die for you. Fuck me, I would die for you and I have. I’ll do it again over and over.

I don’t care if you shout, yell, scream, or even hit me to not die for you. You are the love of my life and the big brother to Sam and the luckiest friend to Cas. 

You have been there for me in my ups and downs and when shark week comes along. You give the best hugs, cuddles and kisses. And damn, the best sex every time.

I am so fucking in love with you, Dean Winchester.” Your head is tilted to the side a bit, a soft smile on your face and tears stinging your eyes. “But that doesn’t matter right now, does it?”

Dean is quiet, so are you. You walk back to him to give him a sweet kiss. He returns it.

Air. Break for air. You did as you thought of. Dean leans his head forward to lean his forehead against yours.

In the corners of your eyes, you see him make a grabbing motion with his hands. You sit on his lap and have your hands resting on the back of his neck. You begin to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

He leans in to have his lips against yours. “Please, help me.” He mumbles against you. Your hands rest on his stubbly cheeks. “I love you. Please, (Y/N), help.”

“I will.”

Lucifer getting a wing Bonner bc of y/n

Here goes nothing. I’m gonna go with a male y/n this time cos I feel like there’s hardly any Lucifer x males y/n

Wing Ruffles

“I’m going to go to the store to get some snacks, so I’ll be back soon.” (Y/N) rests his hand on Lucifer’s left shoulder and kiss his right cheek.

3RD POV

It’s somehow the simple touches and kisses that gets Satan’s wings riled up. The feathers would fluff up, making his boyfriend smile.

When (Y/N) walks to the front door of their shared cabin in the woods, he makes sure he has his keys, wallet and phone, along with his gun being hidden. He hears the feathers of his partner’s wings ruffle. 

“Don’t cause too much trouble, hun, or a mess. If you do make a mess, make sure you clean it up.” (Y/N) smirks before closing the door behind him. Lucifer groans in response, knowing (Y/N) didn’t hear him. 

“Make sure you clean it up, I’m not a child.”

~Probably like an hour later or something~

Pushing the door open with his boot, (Y/N) stops after taking two steps into the cabin. “Chuck, help me.” He glances up at the ceiling before continuing to walk further into the cabin.

Feathers are scattered in some places; on the couch, lounge floor, some leading down the hallway, and a few somehow on the counter. “Lucifer!” (Y/N) places the bags and his few objects on the counter.

Arms wrap around his middle with a head tucked away in his neck. (Y/N) raises a hand to rest itself in the strands of his demon boyfriend. “Is it the small touches and shit?” He feels a shy nod against his body. “They riled up now?” Another nod.

Turning around in the arms, (Y/N) rests his hands in the middle of the wings. He puts pressure with his index and ring fingers, watching the wings rise up a bit more.

The wings then wrap around him, making him like a caterpillar in a cocoon. “I didn’t clean it up.” Lucifer mumbles. “You usually don’t ‘cause sometimes your wings hurt from the shredding, the feathers are tangled together or this is like a boner you can’t get rid of.”

In return, a groan escapes from the Devil. “I am going to call it that from now on.” (Y/N) chuckles. “Okay.” Pushing Lucifer away from him a bit, “This is most likely not helping because I’ve been noticing with the small touches and kisses, this happens.”

He walks off to find the vacuum. Lucifer stomps his feet and waves his arms around like a kid having a tantrum. “Help me!”

“No!”

Having writer’s block is so much fun for the fics and my own writing that I’m doing. Like, I have ideas and can visualize what’s gonna happen in my head, but I can’t put them down into words. 

Just Kiss Already! - Dean x F!Reader x BestFriend!Cas

Summary: Cas and Dean have an argument about what happened to you on the hunt. As they get closer to each other, you tell them to just kiss already

Your POV Looking up at my fiance and best friend from one of the injuries on my body, both of them are having an argument about the hunt Dean and I just finished. Slowly, they start to close up the gap in between them.

A tap on my shoulder grabs my attention to see Sam holding a first aid kit out to me. “Thanks.” I say whilst grabbing it. “They still fighting?” He takes a seat out and settles a little behind me, leaning his elbow on the back of my seat.

“Yup. Been going on since we got out of the car.” I take out some of the supplies to take care of the wound on my right thigh resting on the chair in front of me.

“She could’ve gotten killed!”

“I know that, Dean!” The two start to ramble on about previous hunts about myself getting hurt.

“Oh, fuck me! Just kiss already!” The two look at me as if I’m joking. “Fucking shit, the two of you look like a couple who’s in a fight and is about to kiss for being sorry.” Dean starts to ramble on what I just said with Cas being confused. “You guys are quite close to each other, distance wise.” I shift up more in my seat.

“We’re going to get married and you’re telling me that our best friend and I should kiss each other?”

“Yup.” I smile at my fiance. “Plus, every time we come back from a hunt with a simple scratch or some shit on me, it ends up in a argument between you two.”

“Because you’re pre-”

“Yes, I know I’m pregnant. But this has happened multiple times before.” Sam agrees with me.

Dean moves to sit on the ground next to me with Cas still standing. I feel Dean rest his head on my thigh with his arm resting just above the wound. “I swear, you two act like the married couple more than Dean and (Y/N).” Sam says as he moves his seat back to sit across from Dean and I with Cas sitting next to Sam.

“Your mama be weird.” Dean says to my stomach. A whack to the back of his head makes him whine. “I’m two months.”

“Don’t care. I like talking to him.” 

“Him?”

“Got a feeling.” He shrugs. “And I have a feeling that your arm is being a pain in the ass right now.” Immediately, he takes his arm off to have the wound on my thigh bleed through the bandage a bit. “Fuck.” He starts to clean the wound and reapply the bandage.

“That’s what you get for not kissing the angel.”

“Shut up.”

Eating - Jared x F!Reader x Jensen

This is going to be my first poly writing. Enjoy the cringe like every other thing I’ve written

Summary: You’re in the lounge with both the boys in the kitchen. Jensen sneakily grabs some of your snacks. Jared records the little sneaky before sending it to you

Jared’s POV Scrolling through my phone on YouTube, Jensen is searching for some food in the fridge and pantries. “What are you looking for?” I ask him. “(Y/N)’s secret stash.”

Getting the camera app out, I wait for him to find her food. “Yes!” He dumps a box of Twinkies, chocolate and chips out onto the bench. Recording him, “Jensen’s eating,” He eats a strip of chocolate.

Sending the little video, a ding from the lounge makes me turn my head to the room to see (Y/N) watch it after finishing up on a sentence she’s written on her laptop. “Oh, hell no. Jensen!”

“Yeah?” I turn back to see his eyes widened. (Y/N) climbs off the back of the couch to lean against the door frame of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest.

She runs to him to jump and have wrap her legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders, his hands on the bottom of her thighs. “You owe me. And you have to top up my snacks.” She looks at him.

Walking to where I am, he sits her on the counter. She leans her head against his shoulder to look at me. I trace the bags underneath her eyes. “You gotta stop going to bed late, Twinkie.” Groaning in response, she grabs my tracing hand to intertwine our hands together.

Lifting her head to look at her other boyfriend, “You ate my ice cream the other night, so you’re going to go get me some.” She puts her sock-covered feet on his thighs to push him away. “Now?”

“Now. And you’re getting the rest of my snacks, plus Jare’s gay bacon.”

“Gay bacon?”

“Rainbow strips. Go.” He quickly gives her a peck on the lips before grabbing his wallet and keys and going out the door.

Lifting her up, she does the same thing she did to Jensen; her legs around my hips and arms around my shoulders, my hands at the bottom of her thighs. Turning around, I let her grab her snacks.

Sitting on the couch and leaning against the armrest with (Y/N) resting on my lap, I put on her favourite movie. After half an hour of the movie and snacks, (Y/N) had fallen asleep with Jensen just pulling up.

The door opens to show him holding a bag of snacks and in the other hand, a small tower of pizza boxes. “Got us dinner.” Hushing him, he comes into the lounge to see (Y/N) in the state she’s in with crumbs on her face and some on my shirt.

Putting the food down, he walks off and comes back with a blanket in hand, draping it over her body. Grabbing some pillows at the other end of the couch, he places them on the ground to sit near (Y/N)’s snacks.

Him and I watch the rest of the movie until he puts on the Scoobynatural episode, knowing it’ll wake (Y/N) up. “Jens, you know she hates to be waken up.”

“Eh.” Jensen shrugs it off. A few minutes into the episode, (Y/N) wakes up to wake the back of Jensen’s head, making him whine. “Don’t wake me up when I’m really tired, dumbass.” Shifting, she faces the back of the couch as he changes the episode to something else. A smile in on my face with my arms moving to wrap around (Y/N)’s middle. “Told you.”

“Shut up.”