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“Hey (y/n) catch!” You turned from your spot on the couch in time to catch what Dean had thrown at you. “What do I want wi—is this Bobby’s?” you said looking down at a battered baseball cap. “It may or may not be,” Dean said with a smirk. “Alright, which one of you snot nosed brats took my hat!” “Dean, you didn’t,” you said with disbelief. You could both hear Bobby making his way through the back door and Dean began looking for somewhere to hide. “C’mon upstairs!” he said grabbing your hand and dragging you up the stairs. After glancing aro

Dean, after looking all throughout Bobby's house, wandered out to salvage yard in search of (y/n). As soon as he opened door he heard the sound of "Shoot to Thrill" blasting off in the distance. Wandering toward the sound he discovered (y/n) lying in front seats of a rusted and beat up cherry red '58 Plymouth Fury. As he got closer to the car he could hear the sound of (y/n) voice singing along to every word. "Mind if I join the rockfest?" he asked opening the door. "Hmmm...depends on whether or not you're gonna make me move." She said without opening her eyes as she continued to pretend to play the drums. "Now why would I ever do that?

You were sitting around a random motel, waiting for Sam to come back with Dean. Dean had left a few hours ago looking frustrated saying he needed to be alone with his thoughts. Sam had gotten worried and left to find him and you stayed behind in case he came back. About two hours after Sam left, there was a knock at the door. You opened the door to find a very drunk Dean leaning against the door frame. "Oh good I found the right one," he said walking in, "you ever notice how all these doors look the same?" You got out your phone to call Sam, letting him know his brother had made it back. After ending the call with you looked at Dean sittin

The news droned on, images flashing by, each worse than the next. Stories of hope and despair both told in the same tone by the droning reporter; face laden in make-up and short hair perfectly straight and falling to her jaw-line. You hated the news with a passion. Growing up you had always hated it and despite how many adults in the world watched the news and read the newspaper every day. You couldn't stomach being one of them. Each story only mattered for a moment, until something new came up. But it wasn't you who was paying attention to the t.v. Steve leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. His foot jiggled, tapping the floor to

(( SOOOO I have been working on this after school and finally decided to upload it. Sorry it's a bit of...well it sucks. Anyway  COMMENTS ARE GREATLY LOVED  So sorry to my Marvel watchers for not having anything out recently I figured its well your turn to get something again. Oh and there is a link to more Steve stories in the description.))          " Stark I need to speak with you." The blonde announced rounding the corner into the 'Dome of Confusion', as he considered the lab where Dr Banner and Mr Stark typically spent their hours working on science mumbo jumbo. " What? What now? I'm eating." The brunette said with a food packed mouth

You tied your son's shoes and kissed his nose. "All ready!" Kris smiled with his pacifier still in his mouth and you hugged him. You picked him up and brought him to the living room where Steve was waiting. You handed Kris to him, "Have fun with Daddy, baby boy!" Steve smiled and kissed you, "Since I get the day with Kris, do I get the night with you?" Your mouth dropped open a little bit, "Steve Rogers, did you just imply that you want sex tonight in front of our one and a half year old son?" He kissed your cheek, "And if I did?" A shiver went down your spine, "I need to lose the baby weight first…" He chuckled in your ear, "I

Bucky Barnes x Reader Why Can’t I? (One-Shot) (A/N: If you aren’t Canadian, just pretend, k? K.) Bucky was sitting on the couch with his arms folded across his chest. He was glaring straight ahead, lips in a tight line. He didn’t like where things were heading, and he was trying to formulate a plan to keep time from moving forward. (Y/n) sat in front of Tony Stark, letting him play with her (h/c) hair. She was conveniently situated between his knees so he had better access, and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of him playing with her locks. Bucky tried his best not to growl, and managed to click his tongue to keep himse

Steve Rogers x Reader Don't Overdo It A/N: By the way, (B/n) is brother's name. You'll see ;) -----Down in the lab----- Tony and Bruce were working in their lab, per usual, when a certain super soldier came marching into the room, a look of bliss plastered on his chiseled face. "Dude, what's up with you? Found out about online porn? That's just a natural occurrence in every man's-" "No, Stark, that's not it. And you're a pig. It's the new girl, (Y/n). I can't get her out of my mind." Steve sat on a stool, propping his chin in his palm. "She's just so... perfect." He sighed happily to himself, staring off into space. Thinking about her ma