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Words: 2958

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Slight Jealous Jensen, Biting, Hickeys, Dirty Talk, Throat Holding, Semi Public Sex, Talk Of Voyeurism… Think that’s it :P

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Mentions Of Jared Padalecki

Summary: Surprising Jensen at a convention can either go one way or the other, so you decide to test your luck.

A/N: So, this is my first go at writing for Jensen for a little while, and I’m a little nervous, so I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! :P

You know that he’s not going to be ecstatic that you’re here, at least maybe not straight away, but you can’t wait to see him regardless. You’d only had a small part on the set of supernatural a few years back, that was how the two of you had met, but it did mean that enough of the convention staff knew who you were for you to successfully make your way backstage. You knew that Jensen and Jared were over half way through their time on stage, thanks to a few of the guys who ran the convention, who had also pointed you in the right direction.

You quickly make your way up the few steps that lead to the back of the stage, and you peek your head out from behind the curtain. They’re both sitting on those insanely high stools, and Jensen’s wearing plaid today, red and blue, and it fits him like a damn glove. His stubble has started to grow, it’s the perfect length, where the scratch against your thighs when he’s between them is just perfect. And those damn jeans are such a great fit, hugging his bowed legs and pert ass just right. 

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Sugar, Sunshine and Crystal Hearts - Fred Weasley

Title: Sugar, Sunshine and Crystal Hearts Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Summary: fred doesn’t think there will ever be a chance y/n will like him back. who knew the forbidden forest would hold the key to her heart? A/N: for the anon who wanted Fred asking a Slytherin girl out after giving her a crystal! Idk how I feel about the mood board but I’m going to leave it haha feedback is always welcome!! All images for the moodboard are from pinterest. I do not own any of them, all credit and rights to the original owners. Tags: @feltondarling​ @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​ @allforthexgame​ @whiz-bangs78​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @hufflrpuffforfred​ @gcdric​ @starlightweasley​ @vogueweasley​ @theweasleysredhair​ @dracoswhore007​ @lexymoniqu​ @pigwidgexn​

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Fred watches Y/N flounce over to the Slytherin table, the tiniest smile playing at the corner of his lips. Her hair isn’t up in its usual ponytail today, and it flows behind her gracefully as she moves, and Fred would give anything in the world to know what the silky strands would feel like as they run through his fingertips. He watches her sit down between her friends, and an involuntary sigh leaves his lips.

“For Godric’s sake, little lover boy is at it again,” George teases, ruffling Fred’s hair.

Ron laughs as Fred bats George’s hand away, and he finally looks away from Y/N so he can reach over and punch his younger brother’s shoulder. “Both of you are prats. Can’t a guy just admire a pretty girl in peace?”

“Admire? Mate you were practically drooling,” Ron tells him with a grimace. “Made me sick to my stomach,” Ron adds before stuffing some mashed potatoes in his mouth.

“Obviously not sick enough to stop you from eating,” Fred points out with an eyeroll.

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BLOND HENDERY - bad alive stages

Valentine Boy

Part 1 | Part 2 Coming Soon

Summary:

You’ve been dating College Student!Jaehyun for a few months now. He’s unbelievably sweet, smart, oh..and very handsome. Best of all, he gives you the best love you’ve ever had. He’s the love of your life and you can’t see anything going wrong as your relationship sails smoothly..that is..until you discover his biggest secret. He’s been hiding the fact that he’s a camboy and you start to wonder..Is Jaehyun as sweet and honest as you think he is?

Pairing: female reader X college student and camboy!Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Chapter Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: cursing, cheating mention, cam boy, thigh riding, daddy kink, oral sex (female receiving) I think that’s it lmao

(A/N: this is a two part series I was really excited to write. It au was requested by @mrssmoon , thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!! There will be way more angst in the next part 😏 but for now, I hope you all enjoy some love from Valentine Boy.)

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“Shit.” You hurriedly grabbed the spatula to turn over the pancake, the smell of burning sweet flour filled your nostrils.

You scrunched your face up in disgust and disappointment.

“Damn it.” You said while tilting your head at the sight of a black and smooth surface, clearly not the kind of pancake you wanted to give your boyfriend for his birthday.

You toss the failed project into the kitchen sink and pour out another spooning batter onto the frying pan, this time making sure to lower the cooking temperature.

Ennio Morricone plays in the background softly while you sway your hips and try to at least fry eggs in separate frying pan successfully. Because despite being terrified of hot oil, you had to do this for the well-deserving birthday boy.

The bacon was already done and the strawberries have already been cut and put on a plate beside a bottle of whipped cream. Everything is almost ready and perfect for the sleeping beauty.

His favorite dark roast coffee was set on the table in a white mug donning ‘My Girlfriend Loves Me So Much She Brought Me this BIG Expensive Mug!” You chuckled to yourself quietly as you placed it down next to a vase of roses.

You zoned in on your blossoming beauty of a pancake, being sure to flip it in time this time.

“Yes!” You smiled to yourself when you successfully slipped it onto the plate and saw its perfectly smooth surface with a honey brown shade.

You were so focused, you didn’t feel Jaehyun’s eyes on you the entire time. He was adoring the way you moved in your baby pink silk nightgown, the expensive one that he bought you and had the pleasure of putting on you the night before. The one that hugged your body perfectly, the one that stopped right at the apex of your legs. But the one that would also catch fire quickly if you stepped too close to the stove and made one wrong move.

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Bad Girl

Characters: Boyfriend!Haechan x reader

Warning(s): adult content, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, orgasm denial, oral (giving). In conclusion: not for soft stans.

Genre: smut

Summary: you tease Haechan under the blanket while watching a movie with the members and he punishes you (duh)

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"you better stop moving before you regret it" he whispers in your ear with a prominent lustful voice. You smirk before turning to face him "Haechan are you okay?" you say making others' focus on you two, especially Haechan. "wha- yes I'm o-okay" he nods at the boys and they switch their attention to the movie.

Earlier you got invited to your boyfriend!Haechan's and nct's dorm to watch a movie but as time passed by you just got bored and decided to tease your boyfriend. You always got teased by him everywhere and in front of anyone, so you just decided to let him taste his own medicine. As soon as the movie started you went to sit on his lap covering you both in the blanket. It all started innocently, till you decided to start moving your ass here and there acting like you're just trying to find the comfortable angle which only lead to Haechan to get hard under you.

After the boys' attention switch to the movie you look at Haechan smirking after seeing him biting his lips, trying his best to swallow his groans. Your gaze turns back to the movie as you move again, now pressing harder on his bulge, making the friction harder on his member and he finally lets out a groan, making the others' attention at him once again. "are you sure you're okay babe?" you hide your smirk hearing Taeyong asking the same question making others wait for an answer "I-I'll just go rest in my room" he puts you aside and leaves the living room quickly, trying his best to hide his boner.

Come to my room, now

You read the message and smirk. "I'll go sleep too, goodnight guys" you smile and leave after they say the same and return smiles.

As soon as you enter Haechan's room you're pinned on the door "you had fun didn't you" he asks, visible frustration and lust in his dark eyes and voice "well.... Yeah i think i did" you smile to yourself remembering the scene once again till Haechan's wrapping hands around your throat brings you back to reality "i guess it's my turn to have fun now" he adds pressure to your throat "don't you agree.. Hm?" he hums tilting his head slightly. "I-" "strip and on your knees, now" as soon as he releases his grip on your throat you take off your clothes meanwhile Haechan zips his jeans open and frees his length, you get on your knees im front of him. "no hands allowed" he taps on your chin making you open your mouth. He grips your hair and thrusts slowly deep into your throat and stays making you instantly gag around him, tears threatening to drop. Haechan groans and throws his head back, enjoying the hot feeling of your throat, soon starts to thrust in and out of your throat, the only heard noise is the wet sounds coming from your throat and his groans.

His length twitching in your mouth, signaling to you he's close as you prepare yourself for it but he takes his length out of your mouth letting you finally breathe normally. "as much as i want to choke you with my cum, i want to fill your little cunt with it" he pulls you by your hair and pushes you on his bed, turning you around so you're on your knees, you head drowning in the pillows. "you were a bad girl today, you know?" he says, but no replies. You yelp as he spanks your ass cheek twice "answer" "y-yes" "yes what babygirl?" "yes i-i ha-" another spank "you what?" you whimper "y-yes i have b-been a ba-" spank "a ba- what? Y/n you need to speak properly, i can't understand anything" you hear his voice, immediately knowing he's smirking behind you. You grit your teeth "i-I've been a bad g-girl tod-day" you finally finish but you yelp as you feel three more spanks "and what bad girls deserve?" he asks rubbing the red marks on your ass cheeks "p-punishment" you say, earning another spank "good, so you know" he chuckles "and that's what you're getting today", he gets up taking his clothes off and reaching his drawer, taking ropes and walks towards you, flipping you so you're now on your back. Before you know it, your hands are tied to the bed's headboard. He looks at you and pouts "you remember how you embarrassed me in front of them? Well now it's your turn for them to hear your sweet voice" he says leaning closer, looking at your lips before attaching his lips to yours.

You whimper as he starts rubbing your clit, spreading your wetness. He smirks into the kiss and pulls back. Haechan starts trailing open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck leaving red and purple marks, going down to your collarbone till he finally reaches your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth, you moan. You start squirming, wanting to grab his hair like you always do in these situations. Haechan smirks "too bad you're were a bad girl, otherwise your hands would've been free" he looks at you faking his pout, squeezing your breasts. His fingers going down to rub your clit and inserting two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out of you before letting you adjust, making you yelp and moan loudly. Hid thumb starts rubbing your clit while his two fingers drove you crazy, as his other hand held your hip down firmly. "H-haechan I'm close" you moan. Your walls start pulsing around Haechan's fingers, making him immediately take his fingers out of you letting you whimper "since when bad girls deserve to cum that easily?" he questions and you huff. "j-just fuck me already please" you give up "hm beg more, i might change my mind" he sits back "oh god Haechan just- fuck me already please i want to feel you in me please" Haechan gets up, placing your legs on his shoulders and his length on your entrance, his hand sneaking up your neck as his other holds your leg firmly. He slams into you making you yelp and arch your back "f-fuck yes" you moan and Haechan starts thrusting in and out of your tight hole "fuck y/n you feel so good" he groans, leaning to place his head in the crook of your neck sucking and biting on the soft skin as he increases his speed making you moan loudly "who's fucking you that good huh?" he bites your earlobe "y-you Haechan! Fuck yes don't stop" "yes baby only I can make you feel this way" he kisses you, swallowing your moans, soon leaving your lips to hold eye contact with you as his hand leaves your throat going down to rub your clit making you arch your back once again, letting sinful sounds "i-im close" you say hoping for him to let you cum this time "me too baby, cum around my cock babygirl", your eyes rolls back and a loud moan escapes your throat as your long waited orgasm hits you, your walls pulsing around Haechan's member, making him let a deep groan and let his cum fill you up "fu-ck" he kisses your cheek and frees your hands from the rope.

After steading his breathing he pulls himself out of you as you both sigh at the empty and cold feeling. "can i come in now or should i just sleep in taeyong's room?" you hear Johnny at the door "bro just go to Taeyong's room, I bet they're in for a second round" you hear Yuta yelling from the living room. You look at the smirking Haechan next to you and hit his chest "you fuc-" "yes baby I'm your cunt fucker" he smirks making you throw the closest pillow at him "oh my god HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO FACE THEM AGAIN" you squirm making your boyfriend laugh at you, "shower time" he winks.

Sam, Y/N & Cas: *Singing happy birthday to Dean*

Dean: It was a bit pitchy but I'll let it slide.

Y/N: And you're a bit bitchy but we don't say it out loud because we're nice people.

Dean: ...Fair enough.

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Hey if anyone has seen or will be writing any President Loki fic just give me a heads up please because he’s all I can think about rn

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dean winchester x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nothing’s better than hunting ghosts, burning bones, and… pretty princesses?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲): just your typical supernatural warnings (ghosts, desecrating graves, and of course, sexual innuendos)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2220

𝐚/𝐧: first time writing for supernatural. started the show about a month or so ago and am already on season twelve. this didn’t really turn out the way i wanted but it could be worse. what do you guys think?

“Dude. Seriously?”

Dean rolled his eyes at San who was currently crying. Sam sputtered out a few coughs before turning to his brother and attempting to pull himself together, “I’m sorry, man. But this is so hilarious.”

“And what, pray tell, Sam, is so funny about this?”

Sam started laughing again, sending him into another fit, “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re like a freaking puppy. You should’ve seen how you looked at her.”

The her Sam was referring to was the girl they’d met while working a case. They weren’t the only hunters on the scene so when they bumped into you while using one of their many aliases to interview a witness, they were shocked.

“Hi, there. Agents Smith and Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you a few questions about what you witnessed two nights ago.” The brothers pulled out their badges, and the owner of the house they were investigating waved them off.

“No worries with that. Your other partner is here. Come on in.”

Sam mouthed to Dean, “other partner?” to which the older one shrugged, brows furrowing. They followed the woman into the house, the smell of cookies filling their noses. They rounded the corner and saw you, pantsuit on, drinking the sweet tea the woman made for you.

“Agent Parker, you didn’t tell me your handsome partners would be joining us.” The woman winked at you, causing you to stifle a laugh, “Sorry about that, Mrs. Miller, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Anyhow, how about I go fix up some more tea for you boys?” She didn’t wait for the response before heading to the kitchen, humming a little tune.

“So… Agents Smith,” you tilted your head to acknowledge them both, “and Smith, what do you say we work this case together?”

Dean didn’t trust you at first, because when does he ever do, but over a drink you had with them that night, he was ready to push his ego aside and take you up on your offer of assistance.

That lead to a sneaking into a building after closing hours and doing your best not to trip any alarms. The darkness made it difficult to maneuver around and you constantly found yourself bumping into one of the brothers when you got in a tight spot.

The three of you almost got busted by a security guard and after deducing that now probably wasn’t the best time to be searching for an angry spirit, you headed out.

“So, we’ll come back during the daytime. It’s less suspicious that way. Besides, I would really appreciate not falling all over the place,” Dean said, already having come up with the game plan, as he shoved his duffel bag into the trunk of the car.

You and Sam agreed. Honestly, the both of you were tired of knocking into each other so this idea seemed the best. You started for your car when an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Dean?” You called, just about to get in. He hummed in acknowledgment and turned in your direction. “If you fall again, don’t worry. I’ll be there to catch you, Princess.”

And with that, you got in your car, a smirk on your lips as you turned the engine and drove off. Dean was still staring at the place your car was parked previously, almost stuck in a trance.

Sam nudged him with his shoulder, “Hey…” Dean looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his face. “You okay there, Princess?”

The older brother narrowed his eyes, got in the car, slamming his door shut. Sam laughed, “Oh, come on. You’re not seriously mad, are you? It’s okay, don’t have a hissy fit, your tiara might fall.”

Dean ignored him, rolling his eyes and cranking the volume up on an AC/DC song that started playing. Sam only cackled at that, making more jokes all the way to the motel and then after Dean got in the shower and the rest of the night.

It’s safe to say, Dean was not feeling it.

Fast forward to the next day and Dean had just about had it with you and Sam ganging up on him. It was like one big episode of ‘How Many More Jokes Can We Crack?’

“Hey, how about both of you shut up and help me dig this grave?” He huffed out as he stabbed his shovel into the soil.

When he saw the two of you share a look, he knew you were up to no good. You walked over to him, your hands behind your back and a seemingly innocent smile on your face, “Don’t worry about that, princess. Wouldn’t want you to get all dirty now, would we?”

“Jesus.”

“One, two, three…”

“Drink!”

You all threw back the liquor in those tiny shot glasses and instantly recoiled at the bitter taste. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head and let out a laugh, “Well that was something.”

Sam joined in, already feeling the mix of the beer he had earlier and that third round of shots hitting him. “Yeah, you bet. I mean who woulda guessed we would make a friend while hunting down evil?”

“Correction: a very attractive friend,” Dean added on, sending a wink your way.

It was good - moments like this. It wasn’t often you could unwind without having to worry about what might be creeping around the corner.

You leaned forward, finger tracing his jawline, watching as his eyes tracked your movements, “Let’s not forget this very attractive friend can kick your ass.”

Dean laughed nervously, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Oh, you could kick my ass all night long, sweetheart. I sure wouldn’t mind.”

“Or, I don’t know,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair, swirling your straw in what was a something-hurricane. It lived up to its name because after once sip, you already felt like you were being swept away. “We could do something else all night long.”

Sam stopped babbling over whatever he was babbling about and Dean, sweet sweet Dean, looked like he’d just short circuited. He choked on his beer, eyes wide, “W-What?”

Sam looked at you then at Dean then back at you. He burst out laughing, hand slapping the table. Dean just stared at you, all doe-eyed, and it made you want to wipe the look off his face with a kiss.

You were sure the liquor had something to do with your bluntness. Sure, you weren’t especially shy, but you also weren’t the type to say something that bold without a little bit of liquid courage.

You joined in with Sam, the both of you giggling. Yep, definitely the liquor. Once the two of you finally died down, you breathed out a heavy breath, looking up to see Dean still staring in a daze.

“Hey, princess? You still with us?”

He averted his gaze away from you and scratched the back of his neck, shifting in his seat. He mumbled something under his breath about you trying to kill him and all it did was cause your lips to stretch into a wide grin.

“Aw, Sammy,” you pouted, nudging the younger Winchester with your elbow. “I think we made the princess upset.”

Sam snickered, the full effects of the alcohol settling in, “Oh, yeah. We definitely did. Do you,” he hiccuped, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Do you think he’ll have a hissy fit?”

Before you could respond, Dean grunted, casting a glare at the two of you. “I’m the only one who can call him that and I swear if you call me princess one more time, you’ll regret it.”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before blurting out, “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do if I don’t? Spank me?”

The incredulous looks you got from both boys were priceless and if you weren’t so embarrassed by what you accidentally let slip out, you would’ve snapped a picture.

“Wow…” Sam mumbled, a dopey grin on display. “You guys should just, I don’t know, have sex already.”

You and Dean both flipped around, staring at Sam as if he’d said the most atrocious thing. He only shrugged, face scrunching up, “What? Just stating the truth.”

The embarrassment you and Dean underwent led to the both of you throwing back three more rounds of shots, which in hindsight was not such a great move.

Sam, the lightweight is, was already passed out and the two of you were soon to follow. It wasn’t until an hour later when the bartender woke you up did you go back to the motel. Considering you hadn’t planned on staying in one, you went back to their room and crashed in a bed, calling it a night, morning… whatever the hell time it was.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining way too brightly through the window and groaned, burrowing your face in your pillow. You started to fall back asleep when the pillow you were so comfortably resting your head on started moving.

You shot up, instantly regretting it, and felt your entire body warm when you saw what you were really laying on. Your sudden movements seemed to wake Dean up and he grumbled something before realizing what was going on. He looked at you and then under the covers when he saw neither of you had shirts on.

“Did we…”

“Oh, my god. We totally did.”

You were both mortified to say the least, eyes wide and shocked expressions on both your faces. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing. It was safe to say that the two of you were attracted to each other but if you had sex, you wanted to remember it. And the only thing you two could remember was being drunk off your asses, stumbling away from the bar, singing the ‘Golden Girls’ theme song.

Sam entered the room, a bag in one hand and coffees in the other. He noticed you were up and slammed the things down on the table. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but with how your head pounded against your skull, every noise was at tenfold.

“Morning, sunshines. While you two were getting your beauty rest, I’m talking about you Dean, I went out and grabbed us some breakfast. There’s donuts and coffee.”

When neither of you moved, still glued to the bed as if by not getting up, it would erase what obviously went down last night, Sam cast a concerned glance your way, “Guys?”

“Why do you look like that?” He asked, stuffing his face with a glazed donut.

“Sam,” you started, clearing your throat, “Apparently, Dean and I—” You glanced over at the aforementioned person, “Did some… let’s just say not PG rated things last night.”

“Not PG rated things I can’t even remember,” Dean mumbled, sitting up properly and running his hands down his face.

Sam looked at Dean to you and back to Dean, just like he had last night. “Seriously?”

“Sammy, it’s not like—”

He cut him off laughing, and Dean and you looked at each other, sending confused looks.

“Guys, you didn’t have sex last night, don’t worry. If you’re wondering about the no shirts thing - you both kept complaining about being and I quote “scorched by the fucking sun” and threw them at me.”

You and Dean let out sighs of relief at that before Sam opened his mouth again, “The only not PG rated thing you did last night was undressing each other with your eyes. God, I swear, I thought you two were going to have sex right in the bar.”

If you thought drunk Sam was a menace, totally sober Sam was worse. Your eyes widened and you quickly shifted out of the bed, searching the ground for your shirt, anything to keep your hands busy. Dean mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom.

It’s safe to assume that the two of you were embarrassed, badly.

After breakfast and ensuring that the angry spirit you were hunting wasn’t around, you said your goodbyes. Just like two nights ago, before you got in your car, you turned to the boys.

“It was nice meeting you two.”

“Same here, make sure you keep in touch,” Sam said, flashing you a smile before shoving his bag in the backseat.

“Of course, and hey, Dean?”

He hummed, meeting your eyes and by the glint in them, he already knew you were up to no good. “If you’re ever free, give me a call. I’ll make sure you’ll have a night neither of us will forget. It definitely won’t be PG rated.”

You slid in your car, leaning your head out the open window, “And if you wanna be a pillow princess, I’m all good with that.” You threw a wink at him before starting your car and pulling away.

And just like that night, Dean was left there, starting after you, the same puppy dog expression on his face. Sam cackled, throwing his head back, “Man, you’ve got it bad.”

Dean shot him a glare as they started driving back home. Sam continued laughing and Dean rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.

“It’s okay, Dean. At least you’re a pretty princess.”

𝐚/𝐧: let me know if you have any suggestions. also, feedback is golden for me, so please let me know what you think :)

— diamond

Forgive Me, Father

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Praise kink, SMUT, slight fluff, swearing, dirty talk, Priest!kink (sorta), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Sweet baby Jesus, I know it’s been a long time so I have posted anything original so here you go! I got caught up reading John Winchester stuff, and it reminded me of my first love. Anyways, I really hope you like this! It’s not been looked over by anyone other than me so all mistakes are my own. 18+ only please! Also- all credit to the owners of the GIFS, they’re not mine!

You knew it was wrong, sneaking into this church in the middle of the night in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You knew it was sinful and you wouldn’t hear the end of it, should Castiel find out. You knew, deep in your gut, that this would definitely keep you out of heaven. 

   However, you had a green-eyed, bow-legged, scar-covered, Dean Winchester lacing his fingers between your own as he led you up to the small Catholic church. He was grinning slyly, and his eyes were twinkling with mischief as he pulled his lock pick set from his pocket and expertly unlocked the doors of the looming building. Part of you regretted telling him of this specific fantasy a few nights ago as you shared a bottle of whiskey and watched the sun rise after a case the two of you had solved. 

   He had produced the said bottle and a thick, woven blanket as he pulled up to the empty field and put the Impala in park. 

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