#ericca and selene

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you said you could be persuaded to write about dean sooooooooo what about retired dilf dean? 🤔

My dear sweet Selene, it’s very hard for me to say no to you. 🤣 I came up with a little something for DILF Dean Winchester. I hope you like it, thank you for challenging me, my lovely friend ♥️♥️♥️

Carrying On

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluff, mentions of readers father’s death, smooches, a little hunter violence

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

Summary: You just bought a house in a new state, trying to see if you can move on after your father’s untimely death. Your neighbor introduces himself and already you’re feeling more at home

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Dean, dear god I hope it doesn’t suck. I wanted to write more for this but I still have asks in my inbox for my sleepover I need to get to(I’m trying my hardest to answer them all, I thank you all for your patience.) I’d even be willing to do another part for this because I had fun writing this one! I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The house was at the end of a nice quiet street. Your suitcases were piled high in the back seat, almost too high to see out the rear window but it wouldn’t be for much longer. It will be nice to finally stretch your legs after being in the car for such a long drive.

When you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that the “For Sale” sign had been removed from the front lawn. This was your home now and you were determined to live your life as normal as possible from now on.

After your father passed away, you left the flat lands of Oklahoma for the mountains of Colorado. There was just something about that cool mountain air. But you didn’t want to live IN the mountains, you didn’t want to be alone so moving into a neighborhood NEAR the mountains was a good compromise.

A man and, what you assumed to be, his young son were playing catch in the front yard. The boy tossed the baseball to his father but the man wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy looking at your car which happened everywhere you went.

You and your father had rebuilt that car and restored it to its former glory. It was your dream car…a 1967 Pontiac GTO in midnight blue. The way the paint reflected the light, the car almost looked purple. It was a gorgeous car.

The car in your neighbor’s driveway was impressive also. It was a 1967 Chevy Impala, black.

“DAD!! You missed!” The boy shouted.

“Hold on, son. You see that car? She must be our new neighbor. Let’s go say hello.” The man said.

Reaching for the sky, you stretched until some of the tightness in your shoulders went away. You then saw your new neighbor.

“Fuck me.” You whispered under your breath.

He was very handsome with medium brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and green eyes. As he came closer, you saw a splash of freckles across his nose and his young son was a carbon copy of his father.

You smiled warmly as they came closer.

“Hi there! I’m your new neighbor. I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”You extended your hand to shake his.

After you introduced yourself, the man had a slightly confused look on his face that quickly disappeared.

He extended his hand for you to shake. “I’m Dean and this is my son Charlie.”

“It’s really nice to meet you.” You said.

Charlie interjected himself. “Dad missed the ball because he was staring at your car.”

“Charlie…” Said Dean through clenched teeth.

“Ah, well I do get that a lot. You wanna sit in it?” You asked.

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “Sure!”

You opened the car door so Charlie could sit on the driver’s side.

Dean pointed at the car. “That is a nice car. ’69?” He asked.

You bit down on your lower lip to keep from smiling. “It’s a ’67 actually, like your Impala.”

“Impressive…I don’t know a lot of women that would know that to look at it.” He said.

“Well, we do exist.” You said, a little sarcastically.

Dean smiled at you and said softly. “Yes, I guess you do.”

When he realized he was staring, he quickly snapped out of the trance he was in.

“Um, yeah so um, do you have furniture coming or anything? I’m happy to help.” He said.

“Oh the moving truck is coming tomorrow so I just have the bare essentials for tonight. Thank you for the offer, I may take you up on that.” You said.

“Well, we’ll let you get settled. Just knock when the truck comes…Charlie!! Come on, let’s let y/n settle in to her new house.” Said Dean.

As they walked away, you heard Charlie tell his dad, “Dad, you were staring at her.”

Dean narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. “No I wasn’t…get the ball.”

“Yes you were, Dad. I saw you.” Said Charlie.

You shook your head back and forth then smiled. They both seemed really sweet.

Three Months Later

You had settled nicely into your new home. The final box had been unpacked and you were adjusting to your new surroundings and your new neighbors. Although there was something that bothered you about Dean’s house.

Every so often, not a lot but every now and again, you noticed that the basement light would flicker. It wasn’t all the time but when it did, it was always at the same time, which you thought was strange.

Everything else seemed to be fine so you didn’t look too closely at it.

You really did like Dean and you adored Charlie. They were your friends, so you contemplated, at least telling Dean about your past, how your father really died, and why you left your home state.

One Saturday morning, all of the windows were open and you could hear music coming from their house. It sounded like…Asia – Heat of the Moment.

You giggled a little bit and thought to yourself, “Really Dean, Asia?”

Dean had a deep booming voice.

“Rise and shine, Charlie!!” He said, loudly but playfully.

After doing some housework, you heard a knock on your door. Walking down the hall from the bedroom into the kitchen, you saw Dean standing at the side door through the screen. He was leaning against the door frame.

“Hey there. What can I do for ya?” You asked, opening the screen door.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight? I thought maybe we could tell Charlie, um…well, about us.” He said, shyly.

Charlie didn’t know that about a month after you moved in, you and Dean started to hang out with each other after he went to sleep.

He’d come over for a drink, sometimes a movie, or a lot of the time, the two of you would just talk, and the relationship just sort of happened.

Charlie’s mom had passed away three years ago and it had just been the two of them since then. Obviously you weren’t trying to get in the way of their relationship and you DEFINITELY weren’t trying to replace his mom but you really did like the both of them and Charlie deserved to know the truth…they both did.

You snaked your arms around Dean’s neck, let your fingers run through his soft brown hair, and leaned in to kiss him. The bristles of his beard tickled your chin and you smiled in between his kisses. You really were smitten with him.

“I’d love to…I’ll bring you guys a special dessert.” You said.

A shy smile extended across Dean’s face. “Awesome…oh and I’m not much of a cook so I hope you’re ok with burgers. Alright? Ok, good talk.” He said, as he smacked you on the ass and turned around to walk back home.

You were going to come clean tonight.

Walking over to Dean’s, you remembered the first time you saw the last name on the mailbox…Winchester. Dean Winchester. All hunters knew that name, that family, his brother Sam, their father John, and their mother Mary.

They were famous in the world of hunting. Your family name stayed under the radar. Sure, you and your dad had some pretty big hunts and cases but nothing compared to the Winchesters.

Charlie answered when you knocked.

“Y/n!!!” He said, excitedly.

“Hey buddy!” You replied.

Charlie saw you holding the pie in your hands.

“Oh you brought Dad’s favorite.” He said.

“I did? Well I hope you guys like it, I made it from scratch.” You said.

“Dad’s always eating pie…he’s out back, come on!” He said, tugging on your t-shirt.

The three of you had a nice dinner together filled with a lot of laughs and you breathed a sigh of relief when Charlie said he was ok that you were his dad’s girlfriend.

The child like smile Dean had on his face as he was about to taste the pie made you smile. Before he could take his first bite, the lights flickered.

He looked up at the kitchen light as it continued to flicker. “Son of a bitch.” He boomed.

“Dad, language!” Shouted Charlie.

“Not now, Charlie.” He growled.

You stood up and backed away from the kitchen table. “Where’s the salt, Dean?” You asked.

“What? How do you--?” He started to say.

“The salt, Dean…NOW!!!” You shouted.

Dean got the bag of salt from underneath the kitchen sink and you had Charlie stand in an open area in the dining room, while his dad drew a salt circle around him. Then he pulled out two shotguns from underneath the couch in the living room filled with rock salt.

“Charlie…buddy, don’t move from this spot, do you understand?” You asked him, looking into his scared eyes.

He nodded.

Standing back to back, holding the shotguns, Dean asked, “Is there something you wanna tell me?”

As fast as you could, you explained yourself. “Ok, so I come from a family of hunters too, nothing like yours of course but I left Oklahoma after my father died saving me from a nest of vampires. It was just me and him, my whole life and when he died, I felt like I couldn’t hunt without him.” You said.

Low moans and hisses were emanating through the walls as the lights continued to turn on and off.

“I can’t believe you’re a hunter. That’s why when you introduced yourself, your name sounded familiar to me!” Shouted Dean.

Charlie stood petrified inside the salt circle. “Dad, what’s going on?”

“It’s alright, buddy. We’re gonna be alright.” Said Dean.

Two apparitions came through the wall and headed straight for you when you blasted them with rock salt.

“Are y-you m-mad?” You asked, while trying to catch your breath.

“Mad? I’m only mad that I didn’t get to eat my pie! As far as you being a hunter, well…I gotta say I’m a little turned on.” He said.

In the middle of a life or death situation, Dean managed to make you blush.

“What does that mean, Dad?” Asked Charlie.

In unison, you and Dean yelled, “Not now, Charlie!”

“When we’re done with this, we’re gonna have a talk.” Dean pointed his finger at you.

“But you’re not mad?” You asked with a slight smile.

Dean smiled at you, his bright green eyes looked like fresh blades of grass as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Nah, I’m not mad sweetheart. Now let’s kill these things so I can eat my pie.”

Tagging: @munsonownsmyass @gijos

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Thank you thank you thank you for this, my lovely Selene! It’s beautiful and looks like a fabulous time!! ♥️♥️♥️

Happy Sleepover my dear friend Selene!

May I please request of moodboard with me and my love Billy Russo at a fancy Christmas party? I’m light/medium skin with dark brown hair

Please and thank you!

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thank you for your request my sweet ericca! <3

~*fancy christmas dinner part with billy russo

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for the song lyric prompt, I'm presenting you the super classic 'with or without you' with the most incredible obsessive love presence and our fave obsessive man: billy

My dear Selene,

I love this song, it’s one of my favorites! Thank you for sending this one in. My head has been wrapped around writing for Rumlow the past couple of weeks and I’ve missed writing for Billy so I hope you like what I did here

Thank you again!

With or Without You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k-ish

Summary: You see a picture of Billy that you’re not very happy with

A/N: This is one of my favorite songs even though I don’t like U2 all that much.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He was so stubborn but you were too.

Billy Russo made you absolutely crazy. No other man frustrated you like he did but you’ve never loved anyone as much as you loved him either which is why seeing that picture of him online kissing another woman shattered your heart.

The ache you felt in your chest was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It was betrayal on another level as tears pricked your eyes scrolling through social media and stopping on a grainy picture of Billy’s lips locked on someone else’s other than yours.

It was from the event that you weren’t able to attend with him because you didn’t feel well.

He told you, “Of course it’s alright, sweet girl. Just get some rest, I love you.”

“I love you.”

Those words were hard for him to say at first, he had never said them and meant it until he fell for you. That’s what he told you, so how could he do this to you? Just like it was difficult to give his heart to someone, it was hard for you to give your heart away too.

All of the others had no problem taking and taking from you but in the end you were alone with a feeling of emptiness from the pieces of you they selfishly took with them when they left.

Against your better judgement, his too, you both opened up your souls to each other, leaving your hearts vulnerable to everything you worked so hard to protect.

Sometimes it was so hard to live with him, even though you didn’t physically live WITH him. The long hours, the constant worrying about him, hoping he was alright taking on so many jobs, and the exhaustion plastered all over his face…you’ve never known anyone that worked as hard as he did.

You didn’t want to live without him though. Billy made you crazy, fights with him made you want to rip your hair out, his jealousy sometimes got out of control but yours did too, hence the rage you felt burning inside your body right now.

You wanted to find that woman and tear her limb from limb, break all of her fingers that were holding Billy’s head in place while she kissed him, and make sure she never messes with another woman’s boyfriend again.

Several texts from Billy came through as you continued to stare at the photo, tears stinging your eyes like stars burning against the night sky.

“Please talk to me, sweet girl.”

“I really need to talk to you.”

“I love you, baby…please answer me.”

Newspapers and websites marketed Billy as an “eligible” bachelor, even though he was in a relationship with you. They built him up to be a local celebrity. From humble beginnings to a handsome successful CEO, Billy Russo was the object of every woman’s affection and you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating him but you thought you could handle it.

And you could, until now. You didn’t want to break up with him but you couldn’t look at him or talk to him right now, it hurt too much.

Seeing that photo broke you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave the house that day. The caption for the photo made you breathless with anger and caused your mouth to tighten.

“Where’s your girlfriend tonight, Billy Russo?”

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Dark gray clouds blanketed the early afternoon sky while the autumn winds blew around the sparse branches of the trees down below. You could feel the draft coming into your apartment from the weakened seals in the windows that your landlord said he was going to replace months ago. Thankfully your favorite sweater was keeping you warm as you sat down on the couch to enjoy a cup of hot tea.

Loud raps against your door startled you before you could take your first sip, almost spilling the tea into your lap.

“Baby, open the door please! I know you’re home, you haven’t left the house all day.” He said loudly so you could hear him from the other side of the door.

How does he know that? Was he spying on you?

“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Billy!” You shouted.

Suddenly, the front door flew open and crashed against the wall. Billy had told you before that your front door should be replaced because of how old it is.

Well, he wasn’t wrong and now it definitely needs to be replaced but you were furious because of how far he took it. Just like the door, he was unhinged. But again, that’s Billy. Always quick to fly off the handle.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!” You yelled. “ARE YOU INSANE?!!”

You stood up and set your tea on the coffee table as Billy walked over to you.

“I’m not leaving until I explain myself, y/n! I know you’re angry, I know you saw the photo but that woman kissed ME, alright?!! Yeah, I had more to drink that I usually do at these things but I was upset that you weren’t with me last night!” He confessed.

You stood there looking at him with a confused look on your face. You had been to a lot of these fundraiser events with Billy, why was he so upset about you not being at this one?

“I wasn’t feeling well, Billy. I said I was sorry and you said it was ok! Go in my room, the dress I wanted to wear is still hanging on the edge of the door, I didn’t do this on purpose!” You exclaimed.

His expression softened and he was visibly upset, but he wasn’t angry.

Billy lowered his voice. “I know you didn’t, I just…had something planned, that’s all. And I pushed her away as soon as her lips touched mine, ask Frankie.”

You could tell Billy felt terrible for what happened and you…believed him.

“She had been following me around all night. I’m so sorry, sweet girl, I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“What did you have planned, Billy?” You said, remembering what he mentioned a minute ago.

He ran his long fingers through is ebony colored hair and brushed his beard as he paced back and forth, looking very nervous about what he was going to say next.

“I was gonna ask you if…if you would move in with me.” He said.

You felt your stomach drop and start to flutter. Your eyes welled up with tears, happy tears this time.

“Billy…I—I” You started to say.

He interrupted you. “I know we’re together most of the time but on nights that we’re not, I don’t like going to bed alone or waking up alone. I don’t like being without you. I love you.”

Billy inched closer to you, close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne and you felt his warm breath on your lashes.

You snaked your arms around his neck and gazed into his deep brown eyes. “I love you too, handsome. You make me absolutely nuts but I’d rather be with you than without you, so my answer is yes.”

Gently scraping your nails against his scalp, you pulled him closer so you could kiss him which he gladly returned. He loved being touched by you, and only you.

“I told you that you needed a new door, that thing was easy to kick in.” He chuckled.

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “You lunatic, I’m gonna get in so much trouble for that! I know I’m gonna be leaving anyway but you owe me a new door, Mr. Russo.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll get you a new door, baby…I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Through the storm, we reach the shore

You give it all but I want more

And I'm waiting for you

With or without you

With or without you, ah, ah

I can't live

With or without you

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Top ten fave billy scenes <3 <3 <3

Selene, I love you to pieces for sending in as many asks as you did. Going over all of my favorite Billy scenes in my head, I think I have some good ones and they’re not all smexy time 🤣 thank you again! These will go in no particular order.

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1. I’ll give you a really good one to kick things off with…the towel scene. I mean, my gawd! 🥵🥵🥵

2. Uncle Billy.

3. “Wait…so Ann Margaret isn’t coming?” That smile at the end and the look on Frank’s face…I’m dead 😵 🥵🤣♥️

4. The red sweater, the look…I can’t! 🥵🥵🥵

5. “I didn’t know you could read…” *doink*

6. “Goddamn Frankie, I love to watch you work.” The green henley, you smexy motherfucker. I hate you but please fuck me 🤣🥵♥️

7. “When a grown man tells you that you’re pretty…you know nothing good is coming.” the vulnerability, how he opens up just that little bit, I just wanted to hold him.

8. When he’s visiting his mother…”I would have given you the world, if you had just wanted me.” The sadness in his eyes…my poor broken love.

9. What I wouldn’t give for him to touch my face like that and I don’t like anyone touching my face. I’d let him wear me like a hat though. 🥵🥵🥵

10. Walking away from an explosion in slow motion. I mean, what’s not fuckin awesome about that?

Honorable mention: apparently I’ve hit the 10 image limit on the mobile app but after he kills Arthur. How scared he is because he still doesn’t know what happened to him plus Ben’s acting in season two is chef’s kiss ♥️♥️♥️

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could i please ask for a moodboard for rumlow and pumpkin picking <3

My darling Selene! I am happy to make this moodboard for you. I hope you like it! 🧡🖤

Thank you for sending in your asks and for being such a wonderful friend. I appreciate you 🧡

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

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happy second year my love!!! May you have so much more! For the moodboard thingy i wanna request a billy russo x baseball game date which i have no idea what inspired me for ehehheheh <3 ily!

Selene, my love! You know I would do anything for you, my dear friend! ♥️ So you wanted a baseball game date with Billy, I’m gonna give you one! I hope you like it ♥️♥️♥️

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hehehe sending you some sleepover asks ;)

fmk with the supernatural trio

& fmk with matt, billy and frank hehehehheh

Selene, you went for the jugular! I’m gonna do Kiss because I can’t kill any of my boys, I just can’t. But this is still tough!

For my Supernatural men….

I’m fucking Dean, the passion in that man’s eyes for anything tells me he would be an absolute dream to fuck, preferably more than once. If I could get him to look at me like he looks at pie or Baby…well, then I have completed my task 🥵

I’m marrying Sammy! Full disclosure, I am a Dean girl forever BUT Sam is husband material all day every day. I feel like he would be as close to the perfect husband as he could be and also protect me from every monster, supernatural or not. ♥️

And kissing Castiel would be so fun just because you know he’s not used to it, trying to get him to crack a smile, taking everything so literally “why are you doing that?” Trying to get him to loosen up a bit would be a challenge and I’m here for that challenge, he could learn a thing or two NOT from the pizza man 🤣🤘🏻

The other big hitters will be under the cut 😉

I’m fucking Billy, I can never get enough of that man so he would be on speed dial for whenever I want. I’m up all night just for him. 🥵

I’m marrying Frank…good dads are such a turn on for me and I feel like as a husband he would look at you like you’re the only woman in the world. ♥️

And that leaves smooches with Matty. Omg, this man’s lips are just perfection and he would make me come undone with just those lips. He can put them other places too right? Kisses aren’t limit to the upper body, right? Asking for a friend 🤣💋

I hate that you made me choose selene but I love it just the same, thank you for sending these in! ♥️

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i would love to request a moodboard with matt and apple pie making <3

My dear Selene, thank you for following me and for your friendship. Your kind words always bring a smile to my face and I always get so excited when I see you’ve reblogged my fics, it means so much to me.

Thank you for being a part of my follower celebration so ask and you shall receive. I love apple pie and I have a feeling Matt does too so I hope you like it, thank you again, my friend ♥️🥧🥰

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

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top five marvel things! shows or movies!

My lovely Selene,

Thank you for sending this in and thank you for all of your asks! I’m very very excited to get to them all. This one was super fun! I appreciate you, my dear friend ♥️♥️♥️

I’ll do the MCU first. They’ll go in order, top left is number one and under the cut, I’ll do top 5 marvel shows…

Join my Winter Sleepover HERE!

And now for my top 5 Marvel shows…

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I'm so excited to catch up on all of your fics this weekend!!! <3 ily <3

You’re too kind to me, Selene! I appreciate you, my friend ♥️♥️♥️

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You know I love me some happy endings, Selene! I always love seeing Billy happy so I just have to write it for him ♥️

Thank you for the read and share my friend! ♥️♥️♥️

Please Believe Me

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Violence, couple of swear words, mentions of guns, angst, and a little bit of fluff.

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: Your date night almost turns out to be your last night. Billy vows to get revenge on the person(s) who tried to take you from him.

A/N: Based off of an ask I received from @serenamultifandom Thank you for sending it in, I really appreciate it and I hope you like what I did here. And shout out to real life Ginger @gijos for talking guns with me😘

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

You will never forget the feel of that night.

The mid-summer air was balmy with a slight breeze, very typical for that time of year, and there was no escaping the radiating warmth coming from in between the buildings as you walked along the cracked city sidewalk.

The starry veil above cloaked the night sky and sparkled through the blanket of navy like bright white pin pricks. You pulled your hair back so it was off of your neck as the high humidity clung to your exposed skin like a wet towel that had fallen into the pool.

The faint breeze carried the familiar city scents of exhaust and concrete but also of summer blooms like geraniums and hydrangeas. The aromas of fresh bread, dark roast coffee, and New York style pizza were making you hungry and caused your stomach to growl as you hurried toward the restaurant.

It was date night…and almost your last night.

After a romantic dinner, Billy took you to listen to some music and after the last note was played and the drinks were finished, he took you home to your apartment. Even though the night was hot and muggy, you wanted to have a drink on the roof while gazing up at the stars with the man you love.

You didn’t want to fall in love with Billy Russo but his good looks and charms were difficult to resist. Plus, the way he treated you was better than any man had treated you before. It wasn’t always smooth sailing but he actually wanted to try and make your relationship work.

“Feisty” was the term he used to describe you at times and you would counter with “passionate.” You used words like “stubborn” and “closed off” when describing him but it didn’t take away from how sweet he was with you and he really was learning to communicate better.

Billy never really understood how to be in a relationship, he would just move from woman to woman without catching any feelings and when you agreed to go out with him, you really weren’t looking for anything serious at that time. And with his reputation, you didn’t think he was either but to your surprise, he fell for you which also took him forever to admit to.

He carried himself like a proud peacock, always capturing what he chased after, and never hearing the word “no.” But you humbled him by not falling for his charms at first, not answering his phone calls right away or his texts, and you tried harder than anyone else had to get to know the real Billy Russo which was one of the reasons why he loved you so much and also the reason he practically burned the world down after you were nearly taken from him.

One minute you were pulled flush to his body, your ear planted firmly against his chest, listening to the drum-like beat of his heart, as his agile fingers lightly danced up and down your spine. And the next, you felt tight pressure and a surge of numbness that masked the initial pain of the bullet entering your body after missing his. Your thin summer clothing offered less than zero protection from that unstoppable force hitting you like a freight train.

Billy reacted quickly to you being hit by pushing you to the ground so you weren’t exposed and out in the open. Only a rifle could have hit you from a distance like that but whoever it was that wanted Billy dead, they didn’t care who else they had to hurt or kill to get that job done.

After the initial shock came the excruciating pain, radiating, almost burning, outward to the rest of your body. The punctured front of your floral sundress was stained red with blood as he tried his best to stop the bleeding while on the phone with 911.

You were quickly losing blood as he tried hard to comfort you even though he knew he couldn’t but it was better than nothing until the paramedics arrived. With how protective he was of you, they might have to sedate him in order to give you the necessary medical attention you needed.

Whoever took that shot was incompetent, an amateur, and definitely rushed. The downward trajectory suggested that the shot was taken from a higher perch which wasn’t difficult to find because your apartment building wasn’t very high. And they also didn’t account for distance or the breeze in the air, so the bullet missed Billy but hit you.

Billy had put this mental puzzle together as he tried to comfort you, take your mind off of the fact that you had a hole in your stomach and an even bigger hole in your back, and the fact you didn’t know if you were going to live or die on that rooftop.

Scared to death, you worried that if you closed your eyes, it would be the last time you would ever see him, the last time you would ever touch him, and the last chance you’d ever get to say “I love you.”

Although warm and humid outside, goosebumps erupted across your skin as your body began to shiver. You didn’t want to die and you were desperately trying to keep your eyes open. With the sirens blaring and getting closer, the last thing you remembered before passing out was Billy yelling at you to “open your eyes!…hold on!…they’ll be here soon!”

Wandering through the darkness, you could faintly hear the beeping of hospital machines, the sighing of a ventilator, and smell the fresh scent of summer flowers. In your dream state, you looked down to see yourself wearing a hospital gown and up ahead of you was a group of hospital staff chattering away. They didn’t even notice you, almost like they had no idea you were there.

No one could see you.

No matter how close you got, they looked right through you. Reaching out to try and touch them was no use either. Your hand floated through them. Were you dead? Objects would continue to appear as if out of nowhere, hospital staff, doctors, nurses, people visiting loved ones. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a familiar face. It was you, unconscious in your hospital bed and on a ventilator. Your heartbeat was steady and strong, but you must be in a coma. And there was someone else sitting on your bed, holding your hand and talking to you.

It was Billy.

He didn’t hear you calling out to him, begging for him to look up, to see that you were there, and to tell him that you could hear every word he was saying. The flowers you smelled were coming from your bedside table. The bouquets were all over every flat surface in that room.

Billy knew how much you loved fresh flowers. Waking up in the morning at home, they were the first thing you could smell. Maybe he thought if he filled the room with flowers, the scent would help you wake up from your coma. He had dark purple circles under his eyes, his face was twisted with anger, and there was a deep sadness in his hypnotizing onyx colored eyes.

Sometimes Billy would read aloud to you, again hoping you would hear him and wake up. You loved to listen to him read to you. Horror fiction was your go to. “How do you read this shit all the time, baby?” He’d ask you. But you would just give him a sly smile and say, “I just like it.” He’d usually just smile back, shake his head, give you a gentle kiss on your forehead and continue.

The silver tone to his voice and the way the words from the pages rolled off his tongue was the best sound in the world. It was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket, cozy and soft. You pleaded with yourself to try and wake up. All you wanted was to feel his touch again, to feel the warmth of his embrace, and tell him you love him.

If you did wake up, you were never going to let him go.

What you didn’t know was when visiting hours were over, Billy would spend his nights searching for the monster that tried to kill you both. He knew the person was the complete opposite of himself. They were sloppy, angry, and could not control their emotions. He knew the type. They’re probably ex-military or it's even possible they are an ex-employee of his that held a grudge. There were plenty to choose from.

He charmed whoever he had to for information, for access to evidence, and used whatever tools were necessary to find out who was responsible for this.

Before you fell unconscious, he cried out “No, no, no, you don’t get to leave me, y/n!” Billy had survived his horrific childhood, deployment overseas in a senseless war, and never knowing what real love feels like. And now that he finally found love, a very real force threatened to take it away.

Terrified that anyone he made a real connection with was going to leave him, he never formed attachments to anyone except for Frank and now that he had you, he didn’t want that feeling to go away. Being loved by you was all he had ever wanted. You were what he waited his entire life for and he was scared to death that he was going to have to live without you.

Feeling scared was a very different sensation for Billy. Soldiers weren’t supposed to get scared. He didn’t like it and hated feeling vulnerable in any way. Billy was taught attachments made you weak and maybe they did but he loved waking up in the morning with you asleep next to him, or washing your hair in the shower, the way your wrinkled your nose when you laughed, how you just listened to him any time he wanted to talk or vent, or knowing his day was instantly better as soon as he saw you smile.

You knew he would not stop until the person that had put you in this hospital bed was dead. He would set the world ablaze trying to smoke them out and would not be satisfied unless he was the one to take their life just as they nearly took his.

And that meant you.

Billy would have been happy to die on that rooftop because that meant he wouldn’t have had to live without you but he couldn’t have handled it if it was the other way around. He didn’t want to be the one that survived, he felt sick that you were the one still in the hospital and hated not knowing if you were going to wake up or not.

His plans and confessions had become a daily ritual by your bedside. Some of them you knew already from before the accident and some of them he had never mentioned face to face before. Floating above your body, you gazed fondly at Billy’s handsome face. He looked exhausted, almost like he hasn’t slept since the accident which you wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t.

And as the sun started to set on that late August evening, the clear blue sky changed to the deep hues of orange and red, the color of fire, the color of rage. He wouldn’t stop until his mission was complete, and the light in their eyes had disappeared.

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One minute you were sitting on the window sill watching and listening to him read to you and then next, everything was dark. Billy was gone and so was the hospital staff, other visitors, and patients. You were alone, watching yourself sleep, listening to the heart monitor beating steadily.

Surrounded by darkness, you called out for him, for anyone that could hear you, but there was nothing but a tomb-like silence. You strained your ears searching for the slightest of sounds, any sound at all but there was just unavoidable nothingness…until there wasn’t.

The sound of your heart monitor beat faintly in your ears as well as a familiar voice.

“Come on, sweet girl. Open those pretty eyes for me. Please.” Billy said softly.

The fluorescent lights overhead burned your eyes as you opened them halfway before shutting them again. Slowly, you tried opening them again. The figure in front of you was a blur but there was no mistaking who that perfect smile and those endless brown eyes belonged to.

He spoke again.

“There she is.” He said with a warm smile as he poured you some water.

Your voice cracked as you tried to say his name before taking a sip of water.

“Billy? Are you…ok?” You managed to squeak out.

“I should be asking how you feel, my love.” Billy replied. “How’s your pain? Should I get the nurse?”

You shook your head and jumped right into the questions you had for him.

“Are they dead?” You asked. “I heard you, Billy. You told me everything you planned to do, all the information you found, and how you wouldn’t stop until they were dead. So are they? Dead?”

You launched into everything Billy told you when you were unconscious, the book he was reading to you, including his word for word plans for what he wanted to do to the person or persons that did this.

“Holy shit. How did you hear all of that?” Asked Billy.

“I really don’t know.” You answered. “I saw everything too, like an out of body experience. I tried to talk, I tried to touch you but I couldn’t. I listened to every word though.”

You tried to smile through the pain in your stomach as you continued, “You must really love me, don’t you.”

He replied, “You know I do baby and now you know just how much. You asked me if they’re dead? Yes, HE is.”

Billy’s jaw tightened as he spoke through clenched teeth and told you all about the would-be assassin that tried to kill you both. Disgruntled and feeling quite low, former Agent of Homeland Security turned potential employee for Anvil, Brett Collins, decided he was going to try his hand at the private sector which didn’t work out.

And Billy told you exactly why.

He was only with Homeland Security for a little less than a year, barely passed the physical fitness test, and passed his civil service exam by the skin of his teeth. He shouldn’t have been hired by them in the first place.

Not exactly who Billy was looking for, for Anvil. He wanted the strongest, smartest, and toughest to be a part of his team. Not someone who was none of the above. He wanted the best, not just “good enough.”

Billy gave Collins a shot anyway but ultimately told him Anvil wasn’t the place for him and at least he had his job at Homeland to go back to.

Except he didn’t have a job to go back to.

Collins was so confident he was a shoe in for the job at Anvil that he quit his job at Homeland Security and had nothing to go back to when Billy told him he didn’t make the cut.

Collins was furious and vowed to get revenge. He left Billy’s office angry and frustrated which Billy didn’t take to heart. He had broken bad news to a lot of potential new recruits but didn’t think that any of them would try and kill him…or you.

“He made mistakes…big ones.” Said Billy. “A couple of fingerprints he didn’t think anyone would find, allowed himself to be seen by street cameras, and was even dumb enough to brag about it. Why would you brag about missing your target? He’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“What did you do, Billy?” You asked in barely more than a whisper.

Through gnashed teeth, he replied, “What I had to.”

His words sent chills down your spine. The way he said it was frightening and you could feel the anger radiating off of his body as goosebumps erupted across your skin. Your mouth was instantly dry again so you took another sip of water as he continued to talk.

“They’ll never find him, sweet girl. I made an example out of him and the rumors will spread like wildfire. No one will ever try this again. I’m sorry, my love. I hope you can forgive me.” He said in a somber tone.

“Baby, you couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. This wasn’t your fault.” You said reaching for his hand.

Billy laced his fingers with yours and moved from the bedside chair into the bed with you and gently pressed his forehead to yours. It was such a comfort to the both of you.

“I love you, Billy.” You said with a warm smile. “That will never change.”

He gave you a smile in return, gently pressed his lips to yours and replied, “I love you too. Never?”

You could feel the tension in his body, the guilt he was holding onto, and you knew that he’d never forgive himself if he allowed someone to take you away from him.

Billy’s tired eyes and sleepless nights were nothing compared to what he was determined to do to keep you safe. Agent Collins made it easy for him. He was stupid, careless, arrogant, and thought he could get away with it.

The silent declaration of war between Billy Russo and anyone who stood in the way of him getting the love he desperately craved was front and center now. He was prepared to fight harder than ever to make sure no one would ever take you away from him.

You mattered to him, you taught him that he deserved to be loved, and made sure he knew it. You never missed an opportunity to tell him, and wondered if that was the day he decided to believe you.

“I’ve done bad things, my love.” He always said.

You always replied the same way, “Only when you’ve had to, Billy.”

As he gently held you in that hospital bed, you felt his tension subside, his heartbeat slowed to normal, and he let out a forceful exhale like he was letting go of all of his pain.

At that moment, he knew you would be alright. You both would as long as you had each other.

“It will never change, baby.” You replied with a kind smile.

Billy smiled back and sealed it with a soft kiss.

He finally believed you.

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Such a Flirt

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader; supporting character Sam Winchester

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ please or I’m telling on you) fingering, oral, p in v protected sex (be safe out there everyone), couple of swear words, love confessions

Word Count: 3.3K-ish

Summary: Dean and Sam ask for your help getting information from a bartender at a local bar. You’re a smooth talker and can get info from anyone but Dean hates having to watch you flirt with handsome men.

A/N: Fair warning, there’s only a little plot with this one. I really just wanted to get to the smexy time. I had the strongest urge to write some smut for this smexy son of a bitch, I don’t know why but I’m just very much in love with all things Jensen Ackles right now(I’ve watched Tracker, My Bloody Valentine, and started watching season 3 of the Boys again plus random episodes of Supernatural) I can’t wait to meet him in October! I hope you like this one!

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“Dude, why are you grinding your teeth like that?” Asked Sam.

Dean’s eyes were fixated on you as you flirted with the bartender. You were trying to see if he knew anything about a man who was in the bar a couple of days ago.

Later, the man couldn’t explain why he had beaten his girlfriend to death after being seen in the bar with a beautiful woman who was definitely NOT his girlfriend.

“Does she have to flirt so hard with that guy?!” Growled Dean. “He’s not even that good looking!”

Dean angrily took a sip of his beer and continued to watch you like a hawk.

Sam rolled his eyes, pressed his lips together in a straight line and tried to continue talking about the case with Dean but he was more interested in what you were saying to the bartender.

“She’s trying to get information for us, Dean. Relax.” Said Sam.

The boys didn’t always need a third “FBI agent.” Sometimes they just needed help getting information from the opposite sex. Men were a lot freer with their words with you rather than the “feds.”

You mostly hunted on your own but they would call you from time to time when they needed your…”wits,” so to speak. Plus, you liked to watch Dean struggle with his feelings for you and you very much liked him back but it was fun to make him jealous.

**********

Before leaving the bunker, you had asked, “What kinda bar is it?”

“What do you mean what kind? It’s a bar, y/n.” Answered Dean.

“Ok, I realize that, Dean but is it a biker bar, a country western bar, one that doesn’t have a theme? I need to know what kinda clothes to bring. I threw a whole bunch in my car, I’ll bring the one outfit I need, and pick up the rest back here before I head home.” You replied.

Sam was already on his laptop doing research so he did a quick search and found the bar’s website online.

“Looks like it’s quite the nice place, y/n. Reviews say it’s an after work hot spot for bankers, real estate brokers, professionals, etc.” Said Sam.

You replied, “Soooooo a little swanky, but don’t dress like a high end call girl, got it. You guys will fit in perfectly wearing your FED suits.”

You decided to go for the “classy attorney” look but without a blazer. A Kelly green fitted silk blouse, black wide-leg pants that had black studs on the seam, and black ankle boots. Your perfectly chosen outfit, paired with a black structured tote bag seemed like impeccable choices.

Eat your heart out, Dean Winchester.

While they were out eating lunch, you did your hair and makeup. You didn’t do this super girly stuff very often but you liked…feeling pretty. The times that the boys needed you to turn on the charm and bat your long lashes to get information, were really fun for you.

Drawing on your black winged eyeliner after having a little too much coffee proved to be difficult sometimes but you were a professional and could probably do it with your eyes closed if you needed to.

A medium tone matte eyeshadow and a bold lip completed the look while a strobe light like highlighter emphasized the high points of your face.

Satisfied with your look, you watched a little tv before changing clothes. They would be back soon to pick you up for drinks after they talked to the local cops.

While in the bathroom, you heard the door open and Dean called out to you.

“Y/n?! You better be ready; we gotta go!” Said Dean.

You emerged from the bathroom fully dressed with the exception of your shoes.

“Ok, ok keep your shirt on, Winchester. I just need my boots.” You replied.

After slipping into your boots, you picked up your bag and finally had a chance to look up. For once, Dean’s brow wasn’t furrowed and you could see his hypnotizing green eyes much better which caught you off guard.

“What is it? Do I have something on my pants?” You said, gazing down at your pants then turning in a circle with your head over your shoulder, trying to look at your own ass.

Dean was speechless and couldn’t get any words out so Sam answered as he tossed a burger at you, “Nope, all good. Let’s go. You can eat in the car.”

They walked up ahead as you locked the door behind you.

“Dude, what is wrong with you? You were staring at her.” Said Sam.

Dean replied, “She looks too good, Sam.”

“Can you wrestle with your feelings for her another time? She’s supposed to look nice.” Sam said.

Nervously, Dean whispered, “Well she’s distracting! And I don’t have THOSE kinds of feelings for her.”

“Whatever you say, dude.” Replied Sam with raised eyebrows.

You covered your mouth so they wouldn’t see you crack a smile.

While riding in the car, you leaned forward so the boys could hear you better. Making sure he could feel your breath on his ear, you said, “You two can go in first, have a seat, and I’ll make my way in after a few minutes. You can keep an eye on me as I walk up to the bar.”

A sly smirk stretched across your lips as you slinked back into your seat and looked at Dean in the rearview mirror, trying his hardest NOT to appear flustered but failing miserably.

You could have made it easy and told Dean how you felt about him but he deserved to be on the receiving end of the teasing. Women made it easy for him, just falling at his feet which meant he had his pick and he hated every time you teased him.

And now, drinking at the corner of the bar, you could feel him burning a hole in your head with his angry stare. It appeared that Dean couldn’t take just sitting there anymore. Sam tried to grab hold of his jacket but he missed and Dean started to walk over to the bar when the bartender walked away to wait on someone else.

“I’m getting some good stuff, Dean. Get outta here!” You whisper yelled at him without looking and without drawing attention to yourself.

He nonchalantly whisper yelled back at you, “You’re being a little TOO friendly with him, don’t ya think?”

“I’m perfectly capable of weaseling information out of a dumb bartender. Now get outta here before I kick your ass all over this bar!” You growled.

“Need something, friend?” The bartender asked Dean.

A tad flustered, Dean replied with a narrowed expression, “Two more beers, buddy. Thanks.”

You got what you needed from the bartender and after another hour or so, you paid for your drinks and left. Dean and Sam followed you out a handful of minutes later.

“Can we get pizza?” You asked.

Dean was always in a better mood if he was fed properly so as a peace offering, you bought pizza on the way back to the motel. And of course, Dean picked up more beer.

Settling in with your dinner, you told them everything Jeremy, the bartender, told you about what he witnessed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn’t know the two of you were on a first name basis.” Said Dean.

You rolled your eyes.

“Will you let me finish, please!?” You asked.

“Dean…let her finish. Come on.” Said Sam.

Dean continued to pace back and forth while you talked.

“…So the woman that he left with, Jeremy had never seen before. And this guy hung on her every word, gazed at her like she hung the moon, she said all the right things. Almost like he was legit under a spell or something.” You finished.

Sam had his laptop open. His fingers swiftly typed words into the search engine and he then flipped the screen around to show you and Dean what he found.

“I think we might be dealing with another siren.” Said Sam, confidently. “Two other women were murdered by husbands or boyfriends after encounters with beautiful women at that bar. Sirens need love and they compel people to kill to show devotion to them.” He turned to Dean. “Remember that one we dealt with before? The time where we were trying to kill each other?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, I remember. I try not to though.”

Preoccupied with Dean’s eyes, they had darkened a little to match better with the green shirt you had on, you covered your infatuation by pushing the chair across from you out from under the table.

“Take a load off, tiger. You’re makin’ me nervous with all this pacin’ around you’re doin’.” You said in between bites of pizza.

The Winchester brothers were your second family and you knew them well, especially Dean so you knew when something was really bothering him. And right now, something was definitely bothering him.

Sam’s face was buried in his laptop, it was quiet in the room except for the sounds of fingers moving across a keyboard, and the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Something about you being there was keeping Dean on edge so you finally decided to break the silence.

“Dean? Come on. What is it? You’re being extra grouchy right now, so grouchy that pizza couldn’t fix it. Ever since I walked outta the bathroom earlier, you’ve been short with me.” You said, calmly.

He pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead and traced the outside of his lips with his thumb and forefinger before narrowing his eyes at you.

You knew that look. The look of an extremely handsome literal green-eyed monster glaring at you from across the table. Dean was close to blowing a gasket.

He pointed at you and in his low gravelly voice said, “I don’t like it when you flirt with other men. There! I said it, ok!? You happy!?”

In one fluid motion, Sam closed his laptop, grabbed the keys to the car and said, “I’m gonna go talk to the cops again. Lemme know when you two work THIS out.”

You started to say, “O-ok, well just be—“

“Yep, I’ll be careful. I know what to look for. I’ll see ya guys later.” Said Sam.

The door closed behind him, the Impala roared to life, and Sam drove off, leaving you and Dean alone in the motel room.

“Well that was weird. Anyway…Dean, I’m just doing what you guys asked me to do! You needed me to get information, so I turned on my charm and I got what we needed just like any other time you’ve needed me for something like this!” You said with a raised voice.

Dean stood up from the table and loosened his tie a little. Unbuttoning the top button on his dress shirt, he didn’t take his gaze away from you.

“You don’t have to be THAT good, ya know! They eat it up every single time! Lemme ask you this…did that Jeremy guy ask for your number?”

Seeing Dean this upset made you think that he didn’t just have a little crush on you.

Feeling a little warm, you unbuttoned a couple of buttons on your blouse and stood up also. You were reluctant to answer him but finally said softly, “Yes, he did.”

“HA! I fuckin’ knew it! They always do and did you give it to him?” Asked Dean.

You started to answer before he interrupted you, “Dean…”

“Did you!?” He asked again.

Not wanting to confess your feelings first, you tried to stall.

“No, I didn’t!” You shouted.

The table was in between the two of you. Both of you were breathing heavily, your jawlines tight with anger and frustration, and the sound of your heart beating inside your chest was deafening.

“Oh yeah?! And why should I believe you, y/n?!” Dean growled.

“I’ve never given any of them my number, Dean! Not a single one!” You bellowed.

His expression softened as he asked, “Well…why not?”

After a long day, you couldn’t help but collapse onto the bed. You allowed your legs to give out and sat down on the edge of the mattress before answering him.

“Why do you think, ya big dumb animal?! Because the only guy's number I want in my phone is yours, Dean! And Sam’s but for different reasons. You know what I’m trying to say, stop looking at me like that.” You said, nervously.

He walked around the table, gazed down at you with his beautiful green eyes, they were the color of fresh blades of grass, and leaned over to inch his face closer to yours. The sprinkling of freckles across his nose was so youthful and adorable. You swallowed hard as you felt his breath against your eyelashes.

“And why do you think I get the way that I do when I see you flirt with other guys? You know why, don’t you sweetheart.” He said, melodiously.

Dean’s lips were ghosting over yours. You were silently begging him to just kiss you and kiss you hard. All the tension that had been building over the years was coming to a head right now. His tie dangled down from around his neck, you were dying to just pull him on top of you and find out what he tastes like…all of him.

“Because you want me as much as I want you?” You replied, gently touching his tie.

Still holding his tie, you inched yourself up toward the headboard. Dean followed your lead as you removed his tie and began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“I want you more.” He purred into your ear before his perfect lips crashed onto yours.

Dean covered your mouth with his own, devouring you with every kiss he placed on your lips, neck and jaw. You won the fight to be on top, although you were sure he let you win, and you continued to unbutton his shirt while he grasped clumsily at the buttons on yours.

They were small so he was having a hard time with them until you stepped in.

“I’ll do them, baby.” You whispered as he haphazardly tossed his clothes to the side.

You stood up and let your pants fall to your ankles while you finished unbuttoning your silk shirt. His desire for you was very apparent by the large tent in his boxers that you felt against your core as soon as you straddled him. The bottom of the shirt brushed against his thighs and goosebumps peppered across his skin.

You decided to let him finish undressing you.

Dean’s hands gently pushed your shirt off of your shoulders and all that was left was the black lace bra that was barely containing your breasts that he could not wait to get you out of. The man was a pro at unhooking your bra with one hand. If you didn’t want him so badly, you would have stopped to give him shit for it.

He lightly nipped the skin down the side of your neck, making you gasp when he got to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You felt like you could have come just by him biting down on that sweet spot. The growing ache between your thighs was torture and you desperately wanted him to touch you.

Like he read your mind, his strong hands migrated from your breasts down to your waist. Reaching in between your thighs, Dean teased your entrance with one finger, then slid another inside with ease.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” He whispered as a strangled moan escaped your lips.

To suffocate your screams, you bit down on your lower lip as he continued to move his talented fingers, hooking them in just the right spot to make you see stars, and drew circles on your clit to really tease you.

“Dean!” You pleaded, just before you hit your peak and tightly clenched around his fingers.

“You can be loud, baby. These kinds of places are used to noises like that, if ya know what I mean.” He said with a wink and a smirk.

You smiled back, pressed your lips to his, and lightly bit down on his bottom lip before starting to pepper kisses down his chest.

After pulling down his boxers, you took him into your mouth. A deep guttural moan and words of praise fled from Dean’s lips when your tongue circled the underside. That made him draw in a sharp breath as his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, that feels good, sweetheart.” He hissed and mumbled something else incoherently.

Crawling up his body, he slipped on a condom and then as you straddled him, you replied, “My mouth isn’t just for flirting, Dean.”

He slid into you with ease, burying himself to the hilt, causing you both to gasp before he cut your moan short with a hard kiss. You circled your hips slowly, allowing him to go deeper inside you, and it sent sharp tingles down your spine.

You pulled him in close as your walls began to tighten around him, clinging to him like your life depended on it with your climax starting to build.

Dean’s body was a warm cradle for yours as his fast abrupt strokes were about to send you over the edge and fast. But he loved to look at you so he pulled away slightly and watched your pleasure surge through you.

As you were riding out one orgasm, Dean managed to pull another one from you as you loudly called out his name like no one else was around which made him feral.

His movements became faster, more brutal, pulling out of you just so he could slam into you again and again as his body went rigid underneath you. Crushing your waist, his arms were wrapped around you so tightly that all of the air escaped your lungs.

His release came hard and fast, followed by a strangled moan while your bodies trembled from overstimulation. Dean’s eyes were wide and unfocused as he tried to catch his breath while you leaned in for a gentle kiss and let your fingers glide through his soft brown hair.

Collapsing on top of him, you smiled against his chest as his fingers tickled the outside of your arm and the only thing you could hear was Dean’s heart beating rapidly against your ear.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you covered yourself with the sheet and finally managed to ask, “So…does this mean you don’t want me to flirt for information anymore?”

Dean kissed the top of your head and replied, “As long as you come home with me, I’ll allow it.”

“ALLOW IT?! You’re not the boss of me, Winchester.” You said, sarcastically.

He licked his lips as you looked up at him through your long dark lashes.

In barely more than a whisper, he said, “Well what if I told you you’re really pretty and that I might be…in love with you?”

“Awww…you’re really pretty too!” You said, jokingly.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Alright, I’m tryin’ to—“

Wrapped up in the sheet, you sat upright, cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips to his, your tongue slipped into his mouth to tangle with his as a low growl escaped his lips.

“I might be in love with you too.” You whispered against his mouth.

Chasing each other’s smiles, he continued to kiss you until you heard a key in the door. Sam walked in, took one look at the two of you and without missing a beat said, “Oh good, you two worked it out. So I was thinking, I might know who—“

He stopped, looked at the two of you and shouted, “Guys…that’s MY bed!!”

You and Dean started to laugh.

Oops.

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Oof, thank you for this Selene! So bad, yet so hot! He’s so smexy! 🥵🥵🥵