Old Friends (Part 1) [Supernatural Fan Fic]

Pairing: Sam/Reader

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing(s): Sam/Reader/w Dean

Summary: The Winchester brothers are in town on a hunt and reunite with an old friend from many years ago, in more ways than one.
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1061
Warnings: Smut, voyeurism

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It had been years since I had seen the Winchesters.  Many moons ago, I went to school with Sam and we hit it off right away, both having familial ties with the supernatural.  We parted ways since he moved around a lot, but he never failed to send a postcard or letter telling me of all the things he did and saw.  Yes, he was honest about what he and his family did, a hunter of the things that go bump in the night, and even told me about how he lost the love of his life to those same evil things.  I comforted him the best I could, and was there for him every step of the way.  He still writes me often, and that’s how I knew he and his brother was coming into town just recently.

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I, myself, over the years, went from just a researcher of the mysteries to what I like to call an occultist.  Some would call me a witch, others would call me something that rhymes with that, but I am what Sam has affectionately called me - A Woman of Letters.  I don’t really know what that means, but he told me it was a good summation of what I do.  I’m a problem solver, a fixer if you will, and damn good at it, if I do say so myself.  In this business, you have strange things and even stranger people come into your life.  Hells, I even ran into a man by the name of John Constantine once, but that’s another story.

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Back to the Winchesters, they had come into town a couple of days ago, hunting some creature and had dispatched it handily before coming to see me.  When the runes around my door glowed and a knock was briskly heard from my door, I could not help but smile.  Upon opening it, my breath was taken briefly from me as I saw the Winchesters in the flesh after so many years.  Sam had sent pictures every now and then, but they had failed to do them justice.  A tremor went through me as I locked eyes with the younger Winchester, and I returned the smile he gave me almost shyly.  Gods, he was gorgeous, and more than my heart raced as I ushered them both inside, welcoming them into my home.  We soon ate since it was late in the evening and sat down to catch up, Dean retiring early to shower and collapse since he had done a good bit of the driving.

In front of my fireplace, Sam and I talked about everything that had happened - the hunt, things I had going on in my life since I last wrote, various and sundry, but it seemed like we were avoiding the elephant in the room.  The shy looks, the blushing at awkward times, the hesitant touches, it all seemed like we were dodging around what was painfully obvious.  Finally, I unbuttoned my shirt to show him the tattoo I had gotten recently, which was the one he had advised me to get that was identical to theirs.  It sat proudly above my right breast, most of which was on display as I showed him the new ink.

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He blushed furiously, but the hunger in his eyes remained dark and deep.  I grinned at him, letting the shirt fall open to show more flesh, not less.  We had flirted lightly in our missives, hinting at what one might do to the other if given the chance, and here was that chance.  I was not prepared, however, for his lunge at me, the shirt being divested from me in one movement and being borne to the carpet below as his mouth devoured mine in a long, deep kiss that electrified me from top to toe.  

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I trembled beneath him like a virgin on prom night as his mouth went from my bruised lips to my neck down to my breasts, whose nipples stood firmly at attention as his tongue bathed them in long, slow licks.  He was a thirsty man at an oasis as he ravaged my skin with his hands and mouth, cupping and fondling my breasts as he moved downward, down, down, down to the waistband of my pants.  With a momentary grin up at me, he slid the pants off and parted my legs, finding me already wet from his ministrations.

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One finger, then two slid inside me as his tongue relentlessly attacked my buzzing clit, driving my nails into his back and his name on my lips as a sensual mantra of desire.  With a shudder and a cry, my release crested, breaking over me like a wave of heat and lust, followed by wave after wave after wave until he finally raised up, licking his lips with that devilish grin on his face.  Two husky words were spoken that made me gasp as he stripped naked, showing me that physique that I only speculated about before.

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“My turn.”

With quick yet sensual movement, he was above me, his thick, hard cock sliding deep inside me, making my toes curl against his ass as my legs wrapped around his waist.  Gods, he felt so good, so right, as his thrusts went from slow adjustment to my tightness to rapid and pounding against me.  Our moans were a chorus of lust and desire, my name whispered huskily in my ear as he kissed my neck.  I felt him shiver, shudder, moan once and his essence filled me, causing my answer as I clamped down hard on him, bathing him in my juices.  I held him against me as he twitched and take deep breaths, his heart pounding as hard as my own.

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He smiled down at me, and I could not help but smile back.  He lowered himself to kiss me, deeply and with great emotion behind it, and I answered that kiss with just as much heat and desire that I could bring to bear.  We cuddled that night in front of the dying fire, and soon fell asleep in each other’s arms, not realizing that we had been watched from the stairs above.

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Dean smirked, aroused by what he had seen, and went back to the bedroom to take care of business, promising that he would see about things in the morning.

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The Morning After (Old Friends Part 2) [Supernatural Fan Fic]

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(Sorry this has been so long in the making but RL gets in the way of things lol - now I just need to retrace who I submitted the first one to lol.  Hope you enjoy it!! )

Pairing: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader 

Reader Gender: Female 

Word Count: 868

Warnings: smut, masturbation, rough sex, etc

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Summary: The Woman of Letters arises the next morning to find a bit of a surprise waiting on her in the aftermath of the lovemaking with Sam.

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Stretching fitfully on the couch, I looked around the living room, gathering my bearings.  The fire had died in the hearth, the sun streamed through the window, and I felt a little chilled despite the brightness.  Unconsciously, I pulled a blanket that had not been there when I had fallen asleep in the big hunter’s arms the night before, and realized that it had replaced Sam’s warmth during the night.  Blinking sleepily, I scanned the table nearby, and found two folded notes, both addressed to me.

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Picking up the first one, it was in a gentle script, showing the time it took to write it:

“Sweetie, I am sorry I had to leave you last night, but Dean and I got a call on the monster we’ve been tracking and had to follow up on it.  I just wanted you to know that it was one of the hardest things I had to do, and last night was all that I had imagined it would be and more.  Maybe we could do it again?  (She could picture the smile on his face when he wrote that last part.)  I had better stop here or I will be too tempted to come back to you.  That, and Dean is giving me that impatient look.  I’ll be thinking of you.  - Sam”

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I smiled and held the note to my bare skin for a moment, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply.  It still smelled faintly of his scent and musk from last night, and I could not help but blush at the memory.  His aggression, his power, his sheer passion as he had satisfied her so deeply and fully.  He had awoke once and had stroked my skin until I was aroused again, his hands and tongue making me soaked again before taking me once again with his thickness, deep and fast.  It was a quickie compared to earlier, but oh so satisfying.  

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I shuddered all over, feeling my skin tingle at the thought of it, and a moan escaped my lips involuntarily.  Shaking my head, I grabbed the other note, thinking Sam had wrote an addendum, but shocked to see not only the rough handwriting, but the words written upon the paper.

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“I saw you and Sam last night.  It made me so damn hard to watch you that I had to go and jerk off, listening to the sounds of your moans.  I imagined it was me making you cum, and I came twice, both wishing I was spilling myself inside you.  Sorry if this isn’t the hearts and flowers like Sammy, but it is how I am.  - Dean”

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My hand went to my mouth in shock, and another shiver ran through my body at the visual of the older brother jerking himself off.  I could not deny the thought of that being tremendously sexy, Dean being quite handsome himself.  Pulling the cover around me despite the knowledge that they were both gone for now, I walked to the shower, thinking about both notes.

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I dropped the blanket on the tile floor, and turned on the water, stepping in and letting it spill all over me.  I had been attracted to Sam for years, and it had culminated in hot lovemaking last night.  From his note, it seemed he had felt the same way, but what about Dean?

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So lost in thought, I did not hear anyone enter the room until two rough hands started stroking my skin, causing a shiver to roll up my spine.  Lips kissed down from the nape of my neck down to the curve of my ass, a light bite on both round cheeks before I was spun around roughly, legs spread in front of the man on his knees before me.  With a smirk on his roughly handsome face, Dean looked up from the juncture of my thighs briefly before his tongue delved between my wet lips and flicked my clit almost impishly, causing me to moan softly and brace myself on the slick shower walls behind me.

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His long fingers parted the soft skin, sliding deep inside me, plunging slowly at first and then faster and harder.  My juices soon were sliding across his lips and down his throat as I came hard all over his lapping tongue.  The ruggedly handsome Winchester stood up and slightly looked down at me, grinning evilly.  He pulled me in close, and I felt his entire naked frame against mine, his hard dick hot against my thigh.  

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“Decisions, decisions, sweetheart.”  

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I found myself spun around, bracing on the wall as I faced away from him.  His hands rubbed my ass almost gently before I felt the hot steel of his cock slide roughly inside me, his pumping lacking the finesse and gentility of his brother’s technique.  His hands gripped my hips as he fucked me hard, his balls slapping against my ass faster and faster until I felt myself squeeze tightly around him.  Shuddering all over, I moaned my climax, feeling myself spilling all over his pounding cock, and he groaned, his seed pouring inside my tightness.  My eyes closed, and a sigh escaped my lips, as my whole body relaxed into the feeling of bliss.

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Three's Company (Old Friends Part 3) [Supernatural Fan Fic]

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{The Conclusion of the Old Friends Trilogy - hope you liked it!)

Summary: The Woman of Letters finally throws down the sexual gauntlet to the Winchester brothers.
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 1647 
Warnings: Smut, threesome, anal, etc

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When I opened my eyes, he was gone.  Startled, I realized I was sitting on the floor of the shower, water running all over me, and it had been a dream the entire time.  I felt as aroused as I would have been had he had been here, and I shook my head to clear it, turning off the water.  Gods, I thought, that was intense.  Not surprising, but intense.  It was not the first time I had dreams of that intensity, but it was the first time I had a dream that did not entail some sort of creature.  Sam had tried to say I was slightly psychic, but I had dismissed it as just critter radar, the words making him laugh.

The bathroom was near the spare room where I had put the boys the night before, so I probably picked up on the intense sexual vibes Dean had left behind when he..a blush crept up my cheeks..took care of things.  I wrapped my hair and body with towels and made my way down the hall softly.  So softly that I heard what I thought were voices out in the living room, male voices..their voices.  The Winchesters had returned, and I guess figured I was either in my bedroom or the bathroom since they had not made mention to me of their arrival.  Sam’s voice was the loudest, so probably the closest to the hallway.  As I turned to go into my bedroom, I heard him say…

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“Yeah, so what if I did?”  An indistinct gruff sound came from a distance, followed by the pop of a beer bottle.  Dean’s usual rhetoric for dealing with stuff he really was not comfortable talking about in public, or so I had noticed.

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“I could hear you two all the way down the damn hall!  Could you have at least been a little..I don’t know..quieter?”  A deep chuckle came from Sam, which made me smile.

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“You’re one to talk, Dean, since I heard your bullshit as I went to the bathroom afterwards.  If we turned you on so damn much, why didn’t you just join us?”  My mouth dropped open in shock.  Oh lord and lady of light, what the hell?  Join us??  Was he nuts???  Then I calmed down as I turned the handle of the bedroom door, realizing he was probably just joking..or so I thought, anyway.  More gruff sounds and silence from Dean’s end as whispers of book pages began to turn.  The discussion seemed to be at an end, for now at least.

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After getting dressed, I walked into the living room moments later to see the scene I had figured I would - Sam leafing through research books and Dean being Dean, drinking a beer and thumbing through his phone messages.  Both looked up when I walked in, and Sam smiled at me, causing me to blush.  Dean, however, waved with a bottle and continued to peruse his messages as if not caring I was there or not.  

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I grabbed a drink from the fridge, and feigning nonchalance, I flopped down on the couch and blurted out what we had to be thinking.

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“So when are we having at it?”  Sam looked up startled and Dean spat out his beer noisily, almost dropping his phone.  An amused look crossed my face at their surprise, and I continued, plunging ahead with my train of thought.

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“What?  You already threw the idea out there, Sam?  Did you think I couldn’t hear what you two were talking about?  I have not lived this long to be shy.  You’re both grown men, I am a grown woman, so why not?”  They stumbled all over themselves as they tried to be dismissive, to pretend to be outraged, and so on until I stopped them with a wave of my hand.  "Just stop.  I will see you both in my bedroom in two hours.  Don’t be late!“  With that ultimatium, I started to leave the room toward the room in question, stopping briefly with a grin at the both of them.  "I’ll just start without you if you are.”  I snickered as I walked down the hallway, the living room a cacophany of spluttering and talking between the two brothers.  I stopped just short of my door and listened as they finally started a conversation.

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“What the hell did you say to her?” Sam asked, heatedly.

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“I haven’t said anything.  Well, I did kind of…leave her a note.”  I could just imagine the look on Sam’s face, a mixture of shock and chagrin.

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“What did you say in the note?”  Throat clearing that denoted Dean was about to say something he was not comfortable admitting.

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“I might have said something to the effect of I'dkindaliketofuckher or something like that.”

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“Are you serious, Dean?  No wonder she thought of that!  Christ!  I’m going to talk to her.”  Shuffling of large feet, movement toward the hallway, and the sound of someone stopping someone else.

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“Wait, wait, Sam, wait.” Silence.

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“What?”

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“Maybe we should think about this.  It might be..fun.”  Their voices became quiet, whispering to each other. I shrugged and went into the bedroom to undress and wait.  I will admit the thought of what I had dropped into their lap was rather arousing, my pulse already racing and my body shivering at the very thought of the two of them in that situation.  A cold part of my brain was saying what have you done?  But I quelled it as soon as the door started to open.

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Sam, looking very sheepish, came into the room and saw me sitting back against my headboard, dressed only in my underwear.  That hunger I had seen in his beautiful eyes returned as he looked at me, and suddenly the room seemed too small.  I wanted this man, and he alone.  I knew that now, and he wanted me.  What had I done?  Slowly, he undressed and joined me on the bed, cradling me in those strong arms.  He kissed me deeply, his tongue blending with mine and eradicating any sensible thought I even had within my brain.

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His gentle hands slid around me, taking off my thin underwear and exposing my body again to his raw, primal gaze.  His lips slid down my neck and kissed my stiffened nipples as those large hands cupped and caressed the soft flesh of my breasts.  I closed my eyes in bliss, arching my back and offering him more to devour.  He kept kissing down farther and farther until he parted my legs, exposing my shaved pussy to his touch and kisses.  My head rolled back as he began to devour my juices, licking and lapping at my soft folds relentlessly.  Wrapped up in these feelings of pleasure, I never heard the door open and close again or took notice of the bed lower beside me until a second pair of hands joined Sam’s upon my body.

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Dean’s rough hands slid almost delicately down my back, caressing my skin and squeezing my ass as he kissed my neck and shoulders.  His fingers probed my wet folds briefly before probing at my asshole, slowly sliding inside and out.  Between Sam’s relentless licking and his pumping, I moaned and squirmed, climaxing hard all over the younger brother’s lips.  He climbed back up, adjusting my position between them, and slid his large cock inside my tightness, causing me to moan and thrust my hips against him.  Kissing and nibbling my ears, Dean positioned himself behind me, spooning me, and after applying nearby lube to the area, he slid his hard dick into my tight ass, a gasp of surprise and shock escaping my lips.  He froze momentarily, holding still and whispering if I was ok.  I wordlessly nodded, and we soon got into a rhythm of thrusting and pushing against one another. It built and built until I cried out in pleasure, releasing my juices all over Sam, my tightness pushing them both over the edge.  Their groans as they spilled their essence within me was a chorus of lust that made me cum again as I felt their bodies slump against me, spent and satisfied.  I fell asleep between them, and felt comforted.

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The morning dawned, the sunlight streaming through the windows, when I opened my eyes again.  I stretched, and expected the boys to be gone, but I was only half right.  Still cuddled against me was Sam, spooning me from behind.  Somehow, during the night, Dean had gotten up and left, and I had rolled over to sleep against his brother.  There was a piece of paper on the nightstand, and carefully, I stretched to reach it without disturbing the gentle man in my bed. It was a note, this time carefully written in Dean’s handwriting.

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“Hun, I enjoyed last night so much, but I know, deep down, you have feelings for Sam.  And I think he has them for you, too.  I don’t think I was just a roll in the hay either.  In a weird sort of way, you love us both, but not the same way.  Again, thank you for last night.  You never know.  Might be persuaded to do it again sometime. - Dean.”  I sighed deeply, and smiled a sad smile.  I looked over at the sleeping Sam, looking so sweet and innocent.  No trace of the sexual beast he had become both nights before, and thought to myself, Dean’s right.  I do have feelings for the big lug, and for him, too, just not the same way.  What do I feel?  I really don’t know.  For now, I think I’ll just enjoy the morning.

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I snuggled back against Sam, who pulled me to him in his sleep, and drifted back off to sleep. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to my research later today.

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The End?