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kas-not-cas · 8 years ago

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Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Summary: Y/N finds herself insanely stressed with life at the moment. Between working on hunts and taking some local core classes, she finally has a break down. Lucky for her Dean is always there to make things better, and help her relieve some of that said stress.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, intense stressful situations,some angst, mental break down, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 2,179

Request: This is a little stupid, but if you have time would you mind writing a Dean version of Stressed? If you can't it's ok.- @padfootserastartsnow

A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for the beta read again you’re awesome. I like writing this stressed situation with Dean just to see how different Sam and Dean would react in situations like this. I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

Your phone kept buzzing, your computer chimed, and your back was killing you. This was no way for a person to live their life. Even as a hunter, there was no way in hell you could take much more of this. You were taking lore classes at a local college, doing research, and you were still trying to hunt, all at the same time. Everything felt like it was crashing around you, it was all so overwhelming.

“Fuck this,” your leaned back in your chair in the library, “I can’t do this anymore.” Unshed tears threatened to escape your eyes as the words on the screen began to blur. You wanted to be strong, to bite this college stuff in the ass. You were a hunter, you’ve researched about stuff some people knew nothing about. But studying in the classes, worrying about MLA and APA formatting bullshit? Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to drop out and leave the normal life behind. You didn’t need to know all this useless information, that’s why hunters kept journals and relied on each other. At the same time however, you knew this was the right thing to do. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” The main door to the bunker opened with a sickening creak, followed by a slam. “What am I supposed to do!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging all your stuff off the table.

Papers flew around, falling to the ground, your beer bottle shattered across the floor. You stood there huffing as you looked at the mess in front of you. No one should feel like this ever, it was terrible to be stressed over something you could easily fix. So in a situation that could easily be resolved, you must be the real idiot. The tears you had been holding back finally started streaming down your face. Everything threatening to come out at once, every burden and issue within you rising to the center of your chest. You heaved as more tears shedded down your cheeks, your hands reaching up grabbing handfuls of your hair. You couldn’t handle this anymore, you had to do something differently or you were going to drive yourself crazy.

In the blurs of tears, two shapes began to emerge in front of you. As you cried harder their hands gripped both of your arms. Your body shook as their face became more clearer, everything slowly became more focused. You blinked twice, tears hanging on to your eyelashes as Dean stared into your eyes. They roamed your face as he slowly released you, his tongue darting out wetting his bottom lip.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, softly looking around the dismayed library, “We heard a crash, and when we came in here everything was topsy turvy.” His boots kicked at one of the shards of glass on the floor. “Honestly sweetheart what could be so bad you need to trash the library?” The second his eyes met yours his face fell, something within him shifted. The look of confusion and anger was replaced with concern and sympathy. “Y/N,” he took a step towards you, gently taking ahold of your arm, “when was the last time you got a solid four hours of sleep?”

“Sleep?” you laughed, your fingertips grazing against his flannel shirt, “What the hell is sleep?” You had meant it in a teasing manner, but Dean didn’t take it lightly at all.

He bent down, scooping you into his arms, your eyes widening as he held you tight. “Sammy do me a favor and clean this up will you?” He turned, walking down the hallway leading to your rooms. “I’m going to get her in bed before she passes out on us.” You struggled against him, the palms of your hands pushing against his shoulders. “Stop fighting against me will ya!?” he grumbled, struggling to keep a good hold on you. “I’ll drop you if you keep squirming like a worm.”

“Let me go.” You groaned as all the thoughts of the tasks that needed to be done came rushing to you. “I have homework that’s due in two days. I need to finish it all plus I told Jody I would look into some monster lore for her.” Despite your arguments Dean didn’t listen, he was a man set on a mission and once he put his mind to it, there was no stopping him.

He walked into your room, placing you down on the bed. His hands rested on both sides of your face. His green eyes bore into yours as if he was trying to read you. Pushing his hand away, you turned your head to face the other direction. You hated the way he was looking at you, like you were this shattered and broken girl. Never in the years you’ve known Dean have you wanted him to look at you like that. But we don’t always get what we want do we?

He gently grabbed your chin, turning you to face him, “What the hell are you doing Y/N/N?” You swallowed hard as he shook his head disapprovingly at you. “You’ve been out of it for days, you’re hardly talking or eating, I was already worried enough.” His thumb brushed against your chin, as he licked his lips shaking his head. “Then I come home to find you a complete and total mess. I’m begging you sweetheart, talk to me, I can’t help you if you don’t talk.”

“I just,” you started, your voice cracking under the emotions, “I just can’t take it anymore.” You pulled away from him, cradling your head in your hands. “School, hunting, and research, I feel like it’s all on me to do these things.” The bed dipped as Dean sat next to you, his arm draped over your shoulder. “I have to do better, I need to help you guys as much as I can.”

Silence fell between the two of you, neither knowing what to say. Dean probably thought you were a nut case by now, a total mess. You were waiting for him to tear you a new one, start freaking out about how you’re running yourself dry. You could almost hear it, the sickening ‘you’re going to get yourself killed for acting stupid’ line. He would be right though, with the lack of sleep and stress you were under, you were in no shape to hunt. If you did there wasn’t a doubt in your mind you, Sam, or Dean would get seriously hurt or killed.

“Y/N,” Dean pushed you back against the bed, “Christ sweetheart you’re burning the candle at both ends here.” He helped lay you back against the pillows, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek. “You do realize you’re not responsible for everything here right? Sammy and I, we help each other out. No one has ever told you that you were responsible for all of this.”

“I want to help.”

“I know you do, and right now the best thing you can do is get some rest okay?” Scoffing, you shook your own head, staring up at the ceiling while letting out a deep sigh. “What, are you having issues sleeping?”

Were they really issues if you had come to accept them? “Trust me I would if I could, I just haven’t slept well for a couple of months. It’s fine though, I’ll try to get a couple of hours in.” Dean rolled his eyes, spreading your legs wide. “What are you doing?” Cocking up an eyebrow you watched as he stripped out of his flannel, leaving him in his jeans and a t-shirt.

“Well whenever you have an orgasm, you’re out like a light.” He pressed his hips against yours, smirking down at you. “So call me the Sandman baby, I’m here to deliver.” He rocked against you, his denim pressing against the thin fabric of your sweats, right against your clit. “So just lay back and enjoy the ride.”

He rolled his hips against yours, fabrics rubbing against each other with every move. You mewled, finding yourself rocking shamelessly against him. It had been far too long since you had hooked up. He was constantly on hunts while you were researching. This was way overdue for the both of you, and it’s probably exactly what you needed. He leaned down, kissing you gently, his full plump lips pressed against your own. As your lips moved together his hips rocked against yours harder. His erection pressed firmly against your clit as he rocked against you.

His tongue licked at your bottom lip, and you parted your lips allowing him in. His tongue wrapped around yours fighting for dominance. You hands raked down his back, moaning into his mouth as heat pooled between your legs. Every kiss, caress, and movement was sweet and thought out. He was taking his time, not rushing through anything; it almost felt like he was wanting you to savor this moment. Dean always had a way of making you feel special, he was always so considerate of you, making everything as perfect as he could.

All your worries and troubles went out the window as he rocked against you. You soon found yourself relaxing into his touch, forgetting about all the stress in the world. It was just you and Dean in this moment, his body moving against your own. He always had a certain way to calm you, even in this most intimate of moments. He was just so perfect, he understood you and knew just what you needed in order to relax. You were a pretty damn lucky girl to have Dean in your life.

You tilted your head back slightly allowing him to plant kisses down your neck. He growled in your ear, his bucking more erratic as he dug his fingers into your hips. Reaching down you quickly began unbuckling his belt, his own hands pulling your sweats down your legs. The second you were exposed to him, his cock was brushing against your folds. He grunted, pushing himself into you wet heat. Your back arched slightly as you opened your mouth, no sounds came out as he continued to push himself inside of you. You walls stretched, a delicious burning sensation coursed through you as you tried to accommodate his massive length.

It didn’t take Dean long to fall into a rhythm, his thrust deep and set at a fast pace. You moved in time with him, yours hands running up his stomach stroking his bare chest as he thrusted faster. His lips were placed on yours, his tongue slid into your mouth as you continued to move together. His cock pulsed within you, his growls and grunts escaped into your mouth. Through the kisses and touches you felt better than you had in weeks. You were at ease, enjoying the stress free moment of being there with Dean.

“Dean,” your sighed, biting down on your lip as pressure began building inside of you, “God I love you, you feel so good.” He thrusted harder, moaning loudly into your ear as you bucked back against him. “Fuch, unnf Dean.” You closed your eyes tight, grabbing handfuls of his shirt as he kissed and nipped at your earlobe. “Right there,” you gasped out as he brushed against your g-spot, “again, fuck again!”

He followed your commands, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot over and over again. With each thrust you found yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. He thrusted hard and fast, his grip on you tightening, he wasn’t going to release you; not until you came so hard you passed out. He was a man set on a mission and there was no stopping him.

“Y/N, that’s right baby come for me.” he whispered, his hot breath against your lips, “Come for me Y/N.”

“D-Dean!” You screamed, clinging to him as your walls clamped down on his cock. They fluttered and pulsated, your body trembling as your orgasm coursed through you. Dean’s eyes were focused on you, his own movements increasing as he began to edge closer to his own release. “Dean come with me! Please, fuck, come with me.” He pounded into you before he growled loudly, his hips freezing as he spilled himself inside of you. The two of you trembled and moaned as you came down from your highs.

Once Dean completely softened inside of you he pulled out, rolling over, laying down next to you. “Holy shit,” He sighed, letting out a deep breath, as you laid there panting. “It’s been too long since we last did that.” His arm wrapped around you, pulling you tight against his body. “We both needed that, talk about stress relief huh?” He glanced down finding you snoring softly, your face buried into his chest. Soft snores escaped your mouth as he laid there watching you. “What did I say?” he smiled softly, “Leave it to Sandman Dean to help my girl out.”

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