He was so, so close, dangerously so. I couldn't bring myself to pull back, to break eye contact. I was entranced by him. He kept me there, locked in his intense gaze. His eyes burned with something I hadn't seen ever before. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed. "Penny for your thoughts, Si?" Dean's breath fanned my face, making me pull in a breath of my own. I needed to step back before I couldn't control myself. You. But I wouldn't tell him that. I couldn't. For one, his ego did not need it. Two, I was scared. I was terrified that this would go too far and it wouldn't work out. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The words slip past my lips faster than I can stop them. That seemed to happen around him. I couldn't control the things I say or do. Normally, I had the best self-control a person could hope for. But Dean...he was able to rip that to pieces with just one look, one word. Dean chuckles and my body warmed at the sound. He stepped closer. His body brushed mine now and I couldn't breathe. But the burn in my lungs felt nice. Dean looked at me for a few moments. I could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking about? I desperately wanted to know. "Screw it." He muttered before leaning down and kissing me. ___ Saige Dawson was a longtime friend of the Winchesters, the eldest brother especially despite the fact she was two years younger than him. She'd always had a tiny crush on him, not that'd she's admit it. And definitely not to him. John would bring his sons to her father's farm where they'd spend a week or two every once in a while. Saige had grown up hunting and with the Winchesters. She'd opened up to Dean, shared all her secrets and spilled her entire life story. He did the same. So one day when he stops by for a visit and tells her that John was missing, Saige had to help. John was like a second father figure for her. She couldn't just leave him hanging. And she couldn't leave Dean hanging either. He needed her help. So she would help.

"J u s t 'c a u s e y o u l o v e s o m e o n e d o e s n 't m e a n y o u s h o u l d s t i c k a r o u n d a n d s c r e w u p t h e i r l i f e." D E A N · W I N C H E S T E R Set in Season 9 Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I only own Ashleigh (Ash) Kimbrell and her storyline. All rights for Supernatural and its characters go to Eric Kripke.

**Set in Season 8** "You a cop?" "You probably wish I was." ________________________ He knew it was a bad idea to let her in, but he did it anyway. She knew it was a bad idea to stick around, yet she stayed. Both of them are a lot of things: damaged, survivors, flawed, warriors, guardians, selfless. But the worst one? Reckless.

"Willow Price." Caleb introduced me. My hair was parted in two tight french braids that held the hair away from my face. I was wearing cargo pants and a military green tank top, showing my muscular arms riddled with tattoos. I didn't move a muscle in my face when the man's dark eyes met mine. "Willow, this is John Winchester." "That's just a young girl Caleb," John told him disappointedly. Caleb shook his head. "John, I'm telling you. Willow is the best there is." "She done any tours?" He asked, noting my militarylike appearance. I bared my teeth, annoyed to be spoken over and not addressed directly. Caleb shot me a look as if knowing what went through my head. "No, but she might as well have. She has the training, the skill. She grew up in the life. Smart as the devil and tougher than nails." John Winchester stood up, showing his full size. He towered over me, and I bet that he was strong as ten men, but you know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. "You ever hunted a demon before?" He asked me, walking closer. I looked up at him, noting how he smelled like gunpowder and whiskey. He was definitely a seasoned hunter. "I'll do you one better," I smirked at his unwavering gaze. "I've killed one." [Contains mature themes and violence] ****DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural; this is a fanfic.**** [Dean Winchester x OC] [Supernatural] [Season 1-...]

show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy. [dean winchester x emery wilson] [supernatural; season one-three] [completed] [cover by veingeances] [highest rating; #23 in fanfiction. #1 in supernatural.] [voted best oc and best pairing spn awards 2016] [voted best dean winchester fic tv and movie awards 2017] [voted best oc and best dean winchester fic supernatural community awards 2018]

❝ 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒐𝒚. ❞ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ‎ ‎ female oc x soldier boy ‎ { The Boys -> season 3 - 4 } ‎ │the boys story │the boys is not mine │mostly all characters are from the boys │supes │betrayal │. ° ✿ .

TOXIN ▬▬ HOW ABOUT NOT BEING A SUPE

Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man? Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart. [FINISHED] [Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, rape, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, suicidal thoughts, war, mention of murder, murder, toxic relationship, suicide, Soldier Boy should be a trigger warning in itself]

In which superheroes aren't so good but she tries to be. [THE BOYS S1-3??] [homelander x oc] [endgame! soldier boy x oc] 4/19/26 #32 in #fanfiction

❝ 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 ! ! ! ❞ the group slows to a stuttering, stumbling halt at the screech of frenchie's violent screech. they're staring at him, urging at him impatiently to get on with it. kimiko's dying in his arms, look at her! but frenchie isn't looking at her, he's looking at 𝙃𝙀𝙍. there's a woman at the end of the hallway of the lab they ran from, flaming pink lasers alight in her eyes and her palms. her lips are curled around her teeth in an animalistic snarl. ❝ where is 𝙃𝙀 ? ❞ [ CANON DIVERGENT !! ] [ SEASON THREE - ONWARD !! ] [ SOLDIER BOY x FEM OC !! ] sequel published as PATIENT ZERO.