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Lips of an Angel(A Dean Winchester Song Fic) by ThatGreaserGirlTabby, literature

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Lips of an Angel(A Dean Winchester Song Fic)

Honey why you calling me so late? It’s kind of hard to talk right now. Honey why you cryin’? Is everything okay? Dean woke up to his phone vibrating on his bedside table, the completely normal ringtone going off. He checked the caller ID and sighed, he couldn’t ignore this call. He made sure that Lisa was asleep before slipping out to the living room.”Hello?” he asked. He heard a slight sniffle on the other end of the line before she answered. “(Y/n), why are you calling me so late? You do know it’s like one in the morning right? It’s kind of hard to talk

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Lips of an Angel(A Dean Winchester Song Fic) by ThatGreaserGirlTabby, literature

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Dean x Reader: Beautiful by KingofHearts709, literature

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Dean x Reader: Beautiful

The vampire was at your throat with your knife. You couldn't move against his strength, nor call out for help. "I'm going to have a lot of fun killing you," the vampire snarled, pressing so an ooze of blood dripped from your neck. "Hey, asshole," someone said suddenly, "heads off." The vampire twisted around, but didn't catch a glimpse of his attacker when his head was immediately cut off. You breathed as you watched the head roll across the ground and the body fall. "Dean," you gasped as he ran over to you, inspecting you for injury. "Are you okay?" he asked frantically. "Did he hurt you?" "Dean, I'm fine," you assured, latching on and huggi

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Coffee? Lestrade x Reader by ironicbee7, literature

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Coffee? Lestrade x Reader

You were completely ignorant to the glances he always sent you and the way he knew your coffee order. Sherlock, however, had noticed and was telling Lestrade the truth. “She isn’t interested in you . (Name) clearly hasn’t noticed your feelings towards her so she doesn’t think that you would be interested in her. It’s pointless, all emotions are.” John had overheard Sherlock’s words of wisdom and added his thoughts. “She could be preoccupied it doesn’t mean she isn’t interested.” Sherlock raised an eyebrow at John’s comment, a statement that was the exact opposite of hi

Greg Lestrade x Reader -- Alive by Caligo-Loki-Love, literature

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Greg Lestrade x Reader -- Alive

Greg slammed his fists on the desk, his deadly glare pointed at the dark haired detective across from him. "You always solve the case. You always solve it. NOW. I need it now." "I am trying, Lestrade," Sherlock's voice came out as barely a whisper as he paced the length of the office space. "I need it solved now. That's my girlfriend! Her life on the line! For god's sake," Greg yelled before collapsing in his chair with a defeated sigh. John came over to Greg, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. Greg covered his face with his hands, taking in shaky breaths. "They should have put someone else on the case. You're emotionally compromised,"

Regret (Sherlock x Reader) by AuroraLightX, literature

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Regret (Sherlock x Reader)

“I shouldn't have come…” “(Y/N)-” “It’s TOO LATE!” Your eyes watered as your lips trembled subconsciously. Sherlock stood motionless beside the empty fireplace, facing you as you stood up from the armchair. “You’re too late…” It took Sherlock less than a second to notice the ring around your finger. “You’re...engaged” He uttered softly. Sherlock’s chest ached uncomfortably as he was hit with a wave of overpowering emotion, yet it barely showed. Not a muscle of his twitched. “Yes… John’s not the only one who's moved on” You

Jealousy (SherlockxReader) by AuroraLightX, literature

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Jealousy (SherlockxReader)

It was a cold winter morning in 221B. Breakfast was sizzling and all was peaceful. Sherlock wore one of his maroon robes over his eggshell dress shirt; you were positioned at the stove cooking fresh eggs to serve with toast. The morning was fine, until you decided to switch the mood up a bit. “Ollie’s is coming over tonight” You said, trying to sound careless. “Oh, that won’t do” Sherlock quickly stated after, watching your face tense as you slowly slid the eggs off the pan, onto his plate. “Why?” You spat, aggravated. “Because Janine is coming over tonight too” The man casually add