Pictures on Mapcrunch that inspire a Wincest or otherwise Supernatural related scene in my head.

“We don’t even know where we are, Dean. Let’s just turn around.”

Dean didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to, and his throat was so dry that if he tried, Sam wouldn’t hear it. They’d been driving for hours. Hours of trees, random sheds and houses that didn’t look like people were comfortably living in them. Hours of Sam looking out the window, frustrated that they were getting nowhere. Hours of Sam glancing over at his brother, wondering why Dean had taken them on a wild goose chase to find a ghost from fourteen years ago. So far, they’d encountered a substantial zero.

“What are you trying to prove?!” He gripped his brother’s shoulder hard, pulling his attention to focus on him.

Dean ripped himself out of Sam’s hand, glaring. “I’m trying to prove that I’m a good brother! That’s what!” He paused to cough, to clear the phlegm and irritation of his throat. “That ghost hurt you, Sammy. It hit you so hard in the chest, you were coughing for weeks. I have to do this.”

The faster he drove, the tighter his jeans got. Every time he eased his foot into the gas pedal and his girl sped down the highway, Dean had to readjust himself, wincing at the pain of pressure against his hard-on. The speedometer climbed up to eighty-five. Dean wrapped his hands around the wheel, his skin squeaking against it. 

I still want to write that Dean jacking off in the Impala fic, where she like… revvs her engine every time he gets close. 

For Gabi; to hold her over. 

Just for once Katie didn’t want to show up looking perfect. Sure, as celebrities, you had room to do something silly and still be considered cute. Tonight, she actually wanted people to question what she was doing, what the hell she was thinking. It was Halloween, after all, right? That was reason enough.

She dabbed the last bit of black on her eyelid, finishing the triangles that formed the two eyes of the Jack-O-Lantern makeup on her face. It was a Halloween event, so the other party attendees would be wearing couture dresses, and feather head pieces, things that accentuated their already adored bodies. Katie chose the simplest of dresses, and some bright orange pumps.

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As soon as she set foot on the rolled out carpet, she heard one of the voices from some online blurbing, blogging site judging it instantly.

“And Katie Cassidy has just arrived… looking like a pumpkin. Seriously, her face is painted up like a pumpkin. It looks like she’s wearing a Black Cocktail Dress, and Rock and Republic heels, but other than that… she’s wearing pumpkin makeup.”

And for once, Katie Cassidy didn’t care. She felt like she did when she was younger, taking ridiculous pictures with her sisters, with tongues out and eyes crossed. She smiled wide, exposing her pearly whites to the flashing cameras. If one woman could rock a bright orange face and black grease paint makeup - Katie Cassidy could.

And god damnit, she did.

THIS IS FOR THE GIRL WHO REQUESTED IT, BUT SCREW ME I’VE FORGOTTEN IT AGAIN.

But, I seriously had so much fun writing this. It was amazing putting them back in that time perio and everything. I’m going to take a risk and put it on FF.Net as well. Hopefully, I won’t get deleted.

No, really Gabi. I’ll do anything for my sistaaah. 

Castiel’s lips were dry and open as Ruby slid her tongue over them. The contact between demon and angel burned at her gums, but she dove in for an unconscious kiss, shivering violently against his trench coat.

SPN Drabbles, part 1. 

Brown-eyed handsome man; Dean; PG-13

 If that’s what he was, then he’d take it with a smile and another piece of her cherry pie. Her dark green eyes were glued to his from behind the counter. The second Dean broke their stare to shovel in some whip-cream doused pie, she whipped out her phone and texted four words to her best friend. “Brown-eyed handsome man.”

Later that night next to her naked sleeping form, Dean really didn’t have the heart to tell her his eyes were green.


Out of Control; ruby/sam ; R.

Ruby hadn’t exactly ever been in the Impala, like this. Then again, she’d never seen Sam drunk on booze and blood at the same time. Dean was passed out on the bed in the hotel as Ruby’s boot rammed into the gas. The car lurched forward, tires squealing loud enough that she was sure Dean would come running out like a bat out of hell. Sam leaned his head against the back of the seat. “You’re hot.”

Ruby moved one hand away from the steering wheel and reached over to pat Sam’s leg affectionately. Two seconds later, she gave it a light squeeze and recoiled in pleasure at the turned on hiss that ripped from Sam’s lips. She didn’t glance at the speedometer once during their joyride, not caring what the speed was. Whatever fit Dean would throw in the morning was worth it. But she did keep her hand on Sam’s joystick. She drove both Winchester’s cars as the same time, and when she sped past the second red light in the small town where the only threat was herself, Sam gripped her hand and pushed his muscled back against the seat. His hand twisted around her skin so hard it broke the skin, and three drops of blood oozed out. It was gone before Ruby even noticed it.

Set the grass on fire; ruby/castiel; G

Technically, it was wrong. But then again, Ruby was never one to be morally correct. “Here.” She held the silver cup to the lips of the battered angel. Blood dripped down into the mixture, and Ruby wondered just for a moment what his blood tasted like. Castiel gulped down the potion. A term Ruby hardly liked to use, it had been abused by Halloween and children’s fantasies. But it was a potion indeed. Containing everything from dragon’s blood to rose water, to sulfur and her own blood.

The cup dropped to the ground with a loud clink and collapsed against the bed, his unconscious body bouncing on the springs. When he’d wake up, regain consciousness… “And there was lust between the wrong.” Her eyes flickered black.


Swing Medley ; Sam/Ruby/Gabriel ; G

“You are such a dick.” Ruby’s eyes lifted to the ceiling, which was covered in pastel streamers and delicate lights that twinkled every so often. Without looking in a mirror, she gathered that her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, the ends curling up like ribbons on a birthday present. Her eyes dropped. She had a tailored blouse with frills all down the chest, and a light pink skirt, poofy and overly obnoxious.

The scene flickered around her several times and then continued like normal. The stupid angel was having problems, she smirked. “Be a sport! It’s cultural.” Gabriel’s voice boomed in her head. And like magic, the crowds parted to reveal a familiar face. His normally shaggy hair was slicked back, sculpted with wax. A white shirt stretched against his chest, barely containing the muscles. The sleeves were rolled up, and one side a square shape was obvious. Ruby knew he wouldn’t go near a cigarette, but damn it looked good. Elvis’s voice blared through the auditorium as his brown, puppy-dog eyes looked up, meeting Ruby’s angry ones.

Sam was in front of her, his hand hard on her waist. “Play the role.” Ruby grit her teeth and put her hand on Sam’s shoulder.

Go me, I finished another chapter. Why is it such an exciting feeling? TROLOLOLOL.