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[fuiabarcelos]

King of my heart 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

Summary: You, the queen, have lost the love of your life, Sir Sam, and vow never to fall in love with anyone again.

Bingo: a reputation song - king of my heart .

Genre: Angst and fluff. Au!Royal - 4782 words

Warnings: Grief (I think that's all).

A/N: I'm not fluent in English, so a lot of mistakes can happen.

The crowd gathered in the hall looked at you with every new step you took, admiring your elegance and your attire. Your head was held high as you walked down the aisle among nobles and commoners, ready to take on your responsibilities as queen.   

His father, the king, had died a few weeks before. An unexpected death, as he appeared to be in good health. And, as his only daughter, you were supposed to take over the throne. You weren't afraid, you had been trained and taught to be the ruler of Arcadia since you were a little girl. No one had any doubts that the kingdom would be ruled by a fair queen, and everyone looked forward to the future prosperities in store for the kingdom. 

You were ready to be queen, but you weren't ready to go your own way without him. If your father's death was unexpected, Sir Sam's was even more so. The memories of your father's wake were filled with moments of honor and respect, because he had prepared you for this moment, but the memories of Sir Sam's wake were covered in tears and anguish, because you expected to spend the rest of your life with him. You wanted him to be your best friend, your husband and your king. 

You grew up together, playing and having fun in the halls of the palace. His father, Sir John, was head of the guard, your father's great friend and confidant. The king knew that Sir John raised his children with honor and modesty, and that's why he let you be so close to Sam. Sam would never disrespect you.   

When you were 13, Sam started writing you love letters and you had already told your father that you were interested in marrying him. You were sure that you would never meet anyone like Sam, and your love for each other grew every day. Sam admired you; his gaze was so sweet when he looked at you that everyone in the kingdom knew the feelings you both shared. 

When Sir John died bravely defending the king in an attack on the enemy kingdom, his eldest son, Sir Dean, took over the role of chief of the guard, after which he appointed his brother as your bodyguard, making the two of you even closer.   

Suddenly, however, everything you had came to an end the same night your father died. Sir Sam died a mysterious death, his body wasn't found in its entirety, only a few limbs. A horrible death. You couldn't believe that your love had died in such a brutal way, and you swore that when the person responsible for this was found, justice would be done.  

Here you were, about to become queen, but without the love of your life by your side. 

You sat on the throne. You expected to feel ecstatic as soon as you sat on the throne, but you couldn't have been more indifferent at that moment. Scanning the crowd, you came across some familiar faces: Sir Dean and Marquis Castiel, who smiled at you and curtsied. Looking at Dean, you couldn't help but think of your brother, how proud he would be to be part of your coronation, but he wasn't here, he never would be.   

The archbishop finally took your crown gently and approached you.   

“May I present Y/N, Queen of Arcadia” After saying these words, the archbishop finally places the crown on your head, and you quickly rise from your throne to receive the honors of those present. 

“God save the queen!" Some say.  

"Long live the queen!" Others exclaim.   

That day your reign began, but your life ended the night your great love was killed. You would never love again. 

You had already been queen for two years and the kingdom was more prosperous than ever.   

"How are the preparations for my meeting with Duke Singer?" You asked your lady-in-waiting, Jody, duchess and wife of Duke Singer. They both played important roles in your development as queen, you always saw them as second parents. The duchess was just finishing putting the tiara on your head and fastening it with clips. 

"Everything is in order; the duke is waiting for you in your study." 

"Dear Jody," you said, turning back to face her, "do you know what this conversation is about? Is there something wrong with the affairs of our kingdom? Another rebellion to the south?" You were worried because the enemy army insisted on plundering the crops in the south.  

"Yes, I know why, but I'd rather my husband told you. Please don't be anxious, Your Majesty. As for the south, the enemy army has already been defeated and the people are receiving all the protection they need."   

"That comforts me. I must go and meet Duke Singer now," Jody bowed slightly in reverence. 

Ever since Sir Sam was murdered, you had asked Sir Dean not to put anyone in his place, so you walked alone through the castle corridors, as you would normally do in Sam's company. One of the guards waiting in front of your office door bowed to you and then opened the door where you would meet Duke Singer.   

"Your Majesty, I'm glad to see you. You've been so busy these past few days." 

"The kingdom has been demanding a lot of me lately, Your Grace. Sometimes I think I won't be able to cope with everything on my own but thank heaven I have faithful companions like you to help me." 

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Your Majesty" You were confused, Duke Singer wanted to talk to you about his help in the kingdom? Were you making him work too hard? Or was he thinking of offering his services to someone else? You'd do anything to stop that from happening "The nobles are charging for a... marriage." 

"That subject again!" You exclaimed as you rolled your eyes and turned to leave the room, since you weren't willing to talk about it again.  

"Your Majesty, please listen! I'm not asking you to forget your love for Sir Sam, God rest his soul, you of all people know that i thought of him as a son. I could never ask you to stop loving him, that wouldn't be fair." 

"Then why do you insist on asking me to marry someone? Sam would be my husband, the king of my heart and of this kingdom, no one can ever take his place!" 

"Queen, think about it, imagine how many benefits our kingdom will get if you get married. You know that many kingdoms give up doing business with Arcadia when they find out that an unmarried queen rules it." 

"They don't think I can do it, but I've already proved in these two years that I can." 

"I know you do, but think of your people. If you marry a nobleman from another kingdom, we can expand our army. Many people and soldiers have already died in the fighting to the south and many more will die if we do nothing. A marriage could be the key to our problems." 

"Are you sure about that, Your Grace?" 

"I would never ask such a thing of Your Majesty if I didn't have the purest conviction."  

"You know I trust you with my eyes closed, Bobby. I'm willing to consider suitors if it means my people will be safe." 

"Royal Proclamation  

For the attention of all subjects of the Kingdom of Arcadia,  

It is with great honor and respect that we announce that Her Royal Majesty, Queen Y/n, is seeking suitors for holy matrimony.  

At this auspicious time, the royal court invites all worthy and noble-hearted gentlemen to come forward as potential consorts for our beloved queen." 

Ever since it was announced that you were looking for a husband, the offers had been pouring in. Thousands of princes, lords, counts and dukes had come forward with the intention of obtaining your hand in marriage, but none of them had pleased you enough.   

You knew that none of these gentlemen would receive your love, since you swore that it belonged to only one man and that man unfortunately could not claim the position as your husband. However, you were looking for a man you could at least put up with for the rest of your life. With marriage, you would have to fulfill your role as a wife, but it sickened you to think of lying with any of these noblemen or even giving them children.  

You were about to give up when Lord Gavin introduced himself. His lands were a little far away and he had few plantations, but what caught your eye was his extensive mining of iron, silver and gold and his vast army that possessed the most innovative weapons.   

"I know about your painful broken heart, Your Majesty. I wonder why you took a sudden interest in me," Gavin questioned as you walked through the garden.  

"You know very well what my motives were for giving you the chance to get to know me better." 

"My mines and my army, of course," he said smugly. "You know, Your Highness, I don't judge you for wanting a marriage of convenience. I too lost the woman I loved and swore never to love anyone again, just like Your Majesty." 

"You swear? Tell me more." You'd like to hear Gavin talk about his grief, you were hoping to identify with his story and maybe the two of you could make some big agreements based on your feelings.   

"There's not much to tell. I was only a week away from my wedding to her, but she suddenly fell ill and passed away soon after." He sighed as he looked at the horizon, your gaze followed his and you imagined Sam's eyes when you saw the mixture of the sea contracting with the green moss that covered the mountains, you wondered if Gavin also remembered his beloved as he looked at the scene "I've never felt so much pain, it was as if my soul died along with hers. Since then I've never been close to any other woman, but when I saw the proclamation saying that Your Majesty was looking for a husband, I remembered how similar your story is to mine and your promise never to love another man again. So, I thought we could take advantage of this situation." 

"And how exactly do you plan to do that, Lord? You know that if we get married, we'll have to take on our responsibilities as husband and wife. And it will be impossible to keep our promises..." 

"People don't need to know that we haven't consummated the marriage." 

"But what about the children? I'm sure we'll be asked about the generation of an heir." You asked, feeling repulsed at the thought of begetting a son from him.   

"Many kingdoms don't have legitimate heirs these days. Wouldn't you like to leave the throne to one of Duke and Duchess Singer's daughters?" You immediately thought of Claire and Alex, you imagined that Claire would renounce the throne as eldest daughter because she didn't like the idea of having that kind of obligation, she wanted to be free, but Alex might love to be queen.  Regardless of which of the two assumed the throne, the kingdom would be in good hands.   

"I think you may be right, if you wish, I'll have our wedding announced and I'll make sure it happens as soon as possible."  

"I'm happy with your decision, Your Majesty," Gavin smiled debauchedly, happy that he had managed to convince her. Everything was going according to plan. 

After your conversation with Gavin, you decided to take a walk by yourself to enjoy the morning sun and think about your decisions. Of course, you weren't happy about getting married to someone other than Sam, but this arrangement would be good for both of you, and you wouldn't have to fulfill your role as wife to Gavin. He would just be your sidekick. As you were walking, you were startled, and two hands stopped you.  

"Sir Dean, you scared me!"   

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to."  

"You know there's no need for formalities, Dean. We're friends. What do you want?"  

"Are you in love with him, Y/n?" He asked, his voice coming out lower than usual. 

"No, of course not, Dean! You know that my heart is and always will be your brother Sam's." 

"Forgive me, I don't want you to think I'm judging you. Sam would like you to move on, for this pain in your heart to go away and for you to finally be happy." 

"I would be happy if he were here. But... I'm marrying Gavin, it'll be a marriage of convenience, we've agreed not to consummate the marriage and we won't have heirs, Claire or Alex will take the throne and..." 

"Y/n, you don't have to explain yourself to me."   

"I just want you to know that no one will ever take Sam's place, he'll always be the love of my life.  It was supposed to be him walking me down the aisle."   

"Are you asking for my blessing for this marriage to take place?" 

"I feel guilty for saying yes to another man before the crown and God, I thought if you agreed I would feel better." 

"You know that no matter what I say, this pain won't go away... but if you want to know what I think about this marriage, I think it will be good for the kingdom. I learned about the mines and Lorde's weaponry. We will have a great advantage against the enemy army, and we will be able to free the people from so much suffering. Sam will always be in our hearts, but now the kingdom needs the queen to take some action" You agreed, Sir Dean was right. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes. You've always dreamed of seeing yourself in white, ready to become a wife. Sam's wife. But it wasn't him you were going to marry tonight and the tears that insisted on welling up in your eyes weren't of emotion, but of sadness. You walked to the safe where you kept all the love letters Sam had written to you. 

“My dear Y/n 

Today I was admiring the fine silk that the merchant brought for the making of your next ball gown and I couldn't help but remember how it looked with the softness of your skin. For a moment I was in a reverie, remembering our nocturnal caresses. Your body under mine, while my hands explored your entire body. My mouth on your breasts while you grabbed my hair and moaned softly so no one could hear, soon my mouth was on yours again as I slowly filled you. 

I miss nights like this with you, my brother asked for reinforcements on the battle line in the South and for a while I had to abandon my post as your bodyguard, but I want you to know that I will be by your side again as soon as possible. And we can enjoy our love. 

With love, your Sam” 

“My dearly beloved princess 

I was thinking about the words we said today and, for me, saying I love you wasn't enough. Y/n, you are the sun that lights up my darkest days, bringing lightness and warmth to my heart. I dream about you every night and I always wish to be with you in my arms to love and care for you. 

No one in the world will be able to overcome this overwhelming love I feel for you, I know we are not old enough to get married yet, but I am looking forward to that day. The only certainty I have in life is having you in marriage and becoming yours forever. 

With all the love in the world, your Sam” 

You didn't have time to read a few more letters, as you were interrupted by Jody's presence. 

"It's time, your majesty" When the duchess investigated your eyes, she knew exactly what was going through your head — You need to be brave, Y/n. I'm not saying as your lady-in-waiting, take this as mother to daughter advice. The deal you got with Lord Gavin was great, you won't need to break your promise. 

“I know… I just” You thought about venting and crying into her lap as you grieved over the loss of Sir Sam, but there was no time for that — Nothing. Should we go." 

Your legs shook as you walked down the red carpet alongside Duke Singer, your heart racing with each new step and each new thought that you would soon be Lord Gavin's wife. However, with the shred of courage you had left, you raised your head and continued walking. 

"We are gathered here to unite in marriage Queen Y/n, of Arcadia, and Lord Gavin, of Hellcrest. Lord Gavin, do you accept Queen Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?" 

"Yes, I accept" He replied smiling. Without explanation, that smile gave you goosebumps of fear. 

"My queen, do you accept Lord Gavin as your lawfully wedded husband?" 

Tension was in the air; everyone was eager for your answer. You faced the crowd hoping something would happen so you wouldn't have to marry Lord Gavin, but the only thing that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting the ground. Even the heavens were crying. You took a deep breath, looked at the archbishop and then at Gavin and finally looked back at the crowd, but something caught your attention... someone. 

“Sam” you said softly. Realizing that you had seen him, the tall man ran towards the exit, but no one seemed to have seen him, because when they held your gaze, the gentleman had already disappeared into the fog "SAM!" You shouted, running down the hall while holding up your dress. 

"Majesty!" Duke Bobby ran up to you, holding on tightly, “What’s going on?” 

"Bobby, I saw him. Sam is alive!" 

"This is impossible!" It was Sir Dean's turn to exclaim "I know this is hard for you, Y/n, but it was probably just a mirage. My brother hasn't been with us for two years!" 

"Please, let me go. I swear I saw him. He's here" You tried your best to push away the arms that held you, struggling tirelessly against them. These gentlemen should know that nothing can hold a woman in love. You finally managed to escape and ran as fast as you could to try and catch up to your loved one. 

The rain and fog obscured your vision, but you continued running in the direction where you thought you saw Sam go. Because of the wet ground you slipped, but when you were about to fall, two strong arms caught you. When you looked down you realized that if he hadn't restrained you, you would have fallen into a huge cliff. You finally looked up and your stomach dropped when you saw Sam's face looking down at you with concern. 

“I got you” he said as he pulled you closer. 

"Sam, my love, you're alive!" Your hands went to his face, brushing away the wet strands that covered his face. Sam's smile soon appeared on his lips. 

"I'm right here, my princess... I mean, my queen" Sam's lips quickly met yours, his grip tightened on your hair as you lost yourself even more in that kiss. Your hands snaked all over his body to make sure you weren't dreaming, the kiss was long and when it ended, you could barely breathe "Come on, we have to go." 

"What? Go where?" You looked back and a half dozen men holding torches and swords towards you "What's going on?" 

"We have to go; I need to keep you safe. We'll talk later" So you started running, your feet hurt from the tight shoes, but you blindly trusted Sam. 

"Come on, come in!" Marquis Castiel was waiting for you two near a carriage "Quickly, quickly" You entered the carriage and the door soon closed, Marquis Castiel sat down next to the coachman and the vehicle began to move quickly. 

You finally had a minute to take a deep breath, Sam left you to himself and started placing kisses on your head. 

"I'm sorry for staying so long for so long and making you believe that I had died. You don't know how painful it was for me too, having to stay away from my loved one for two years." 

"Why did you do that, Sam?" 

"Because I saw who killed your father. It was all Gavin's big plan. On the night of the king's death, I saw Gavin attacking him and throwing poison into his mouth, it took seconds for your father to die. When I drew my sword to kill Gavin and avenge the king's death, his henchmen attacked me. There were many of them and there was no other knight around. Until Gavin saw you walking along your balcony and pointed a gun in your direction, he said I should go with him or else he would shoot you. He kept me imprisoned for a few days, hoping that I would give out any secret information about our kingdom, but I certainly didn't. 

"If you managed to escape, why didn't you come back to our home and tell me what was happening?" You were confused by so much information. 

"Lord Gavin's men were already infiltrated in your palace; I couldn't put your security at risk. I don't know why it took him so long to put the plan into action, but it gave me time to think about how I would stop him. After many weeks of travel, I managed to reach the kingdom of Hellcrest and talk to King Crowley. I discovered that Gavin's rank had been demoted from prince to lord and he had lost the right to the throne because he was against the laws of the kingdom." 

The carriage was moving a lot and you got even tighter in Sam's grip. 

"The army that insisted on attacking Southern Arcadia was commanded by Gavin. And it began to spread among the nobles that the Queen of Arcadia should soon find a husband. Until the proclamation was published that you were willing to marry. His plan was to marry you and kill you, the same way he killed your father, on your wedding night." 

"He knew exactly how to manipulate me, telling me about the woman he had lost, that he would never fall in love again and about marriage of convenience. He knew exactly what I needed to hear, that I was reluctant about marriage, so he proposed a marriage of convenience" You looked into Sam's eyes "Sam, I never got over you. I promised to never love another man..." 

"I know, Y/n. I was aware of everything you were going through during those two years. Dean told me everything." 

"He knew?" Sam casually. Dean had nicely mentioned it to you "So, him giving the wedding his blessing was part of your plan?" 

"Yes. I told all my discoveries to King Crowley, who was disappointed with his son's new attitudes, so he made himself available to help. I came to Arcadia, along with Hellcrest's army to stop Gavin." 

"What's going on in the palace right now?" 

"King Crowley's soldiers are fighting Gavin's men." 

"Sam, I can't let my people be in danger! We need to go back there. I can't run away while people die." 

"My queen, I assure you that everything is under control. Gavin must already be dead or imprisoned and his men must have already surrendered. Everything is fine, I promise." 

"So, now we can live our love?" 

"I now pronounce you man and wife!" Sam's lips brushed against his with delicacy and passion. Married.

"I will always be yours, my queen," Sam said as he looked into her eyes.

"You will forever be the king of my heart."

[whiskyanndboots]

SNAP Summary- You’d never seen Dean so angry, especially at you and he was a pretty aggressive guy. Companion piece to Not A Fool & Part 2

Pairing- DeanXReader Warnings- 18+ only, swearing, canon divergence, violence.

A/N- This has been sitting in my drafts for many months and I thought I should just let it be, not edited, sorry.

The hunt, in your opinion, hadn’t gone too badly, or rather as badly as it could have. Both of you were breathing and still in one piece so you couldn’t really say it was a total fail.

You thought back to the morning two days ago when you and Dean had driven out of Harvelle’s farm, the sun was out and Dean was smiling wide in the passenger seat making jokes to try and coax you out of your bad mood. You’d stopped for food as soon as you drove into town, Dean had practically waxed poetic about some Baconater burger he’d discovered on his travels, he’d been right too, you’d have dreams about that burger. Then it was straight to business to get the low-down on the deaths from the local cops, the case was a slightly confusing one, the timelines were off somehow, but neither you or Dean could put your finger on it.

You wondered now if Sam had been here instead of you if the surprise ambush would have been avoided.

Dean had kept good on his promise to let you take the reins and up until the point where you were being strangled by one of three serial killing spirits in an abandoned run down house in the woods, it had actually been fun.

It had been a nice reprieve from how things had been before you went to Harvelle’s. Dean had been different, more closed off from you then he had ever been, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why.

You and Dean had fallen into friendship quite easily, well after the initial drunken come-on and subsequent rejection on your part. Dean had even taken you out to buy cassette tapes, on one of their visits to Bobby’s, when you told him you were thinking of putting something more modern than a tape player in the Chevelle. He’d been passionately against you screwing ‘her’ up and even more offended when you told him you’d never listened to any Motorhead or Black Sabbath. So off you both went into Sioux Falls to a small old school cassette store where he picked out a bunch of Dean Winchester approved albums while explaining why you needed them, no Led Zeppelin though since the store was out much to Dean’s dismay.

As Sam and Dean were packing up to leave the next day Dean had walked over to you a little sheepishly and handed you a cassette of his favourite Zeppelin album with orders not to break it or there’d be dire consequences. Sam had looked slightly bewildered so you figured this was not a common gesture from Dean.

After that day you realised you may have judged him a little too quickly, yeah Dean was definitely a womanising, whisky loving, charming goofball with a whole lotta baggage, but above all that he was undeniably a very good man.

You had since genuinely looked forward to the sound of the Impala rolling into Singer’s Salvage Yard knowing that you’d get to hang out with Sam and Dean for atleast a night, well if Bobby didn’t banish you on the grounds of ‘serious shit’ they had shown up for. You didn’t mind about that at all since you weren’t interested in getting involved in any demon or angel business at the time.

Alot of good that did now that Lilith was on your ass.

When Dean found out Lilith wanted you he decided to start treating you as if you didn’t have a competent bone in your body. He was harsher with you and you weren’t really in the mood for his bullshit considering you were still having a hard enough time accepting that you couldn’t just tap out when it got too scary now.

So you had enjoyed the shift back to the old Dean for the last 48 hours.

You glanced over at Dean who was driving your car, you didn’t think it wise to argue with how tightly clenched his jaw was, it was a stark contrast to the easy smile you’d seen from him as he sat shotgun on the way here. Dean hadn’t spoken to you since he half carried you out of the burning house. You pulled away the jacket you were pushing against the gash on your shoulder, blood had seeped through the fabric of your long sleeved shirt starting up near your shoulder and ending near your elbow, you could just see the nasty cut through the rip. You didn’t even know what slashed you, once you entered the rundown house in search of bones to burn, in the basement according to a bunch a traumatised teenagers, Dean didn’t even have time to fully open the door to said basement before the ambush began.

You traced your fingers over your throat , it was already tender to touch. The feeling of being strangled was fresh in your mind, the tightening of whatever the spirit had wrapped around your neck from behind pulling hard and lifting you off the ground, gasping for air and desperately trying to get your fingers underneath it to loosen it’s hold. You don’t think you’d ever been so scared in your life, that was the first time you actually thought your number was up.

Movement caught your eye and you turned your head to look at Dean, his eyes were trained on the fingers on your throat, you dropped your hand into your lap and his eyes flicked up to meet yours. You took a deep inhale at the anger in them, you’d never seen Dean so angry, especially at you and he was a pretty aggressive guy. He quickly looked back to the road, but you saw his hand tighten around the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.

You were at a loss for any reason he was so mad at you, you did everything right, yeah you set the entire basement on fire in a panic, but it worked. Your own anger was starting to build inside your chest, you knew what was waiting for you back at the hotel room, you’d be getting a lecture about how this is the reason you shouldn’t be hunting alone. Honestly you will be the first to admit you didn’t want to hunt, you were perfectly happy safe and sound at Singer Salvage answering phones while Bobby was out on hunts and researching lore from Bobby’s infinite shelves of books.

Finally Dean swerved into the motel parking lot pulling the car into a space infront of the room he made you share with him, despite your protest about wanting a double bed. Dean turned off the car with a heavy sigh. He licked his lips like he was gearing up to say something, he moved to face you eyes flicking between your wounds, his face closed off again suddenly and he was out of the car before you could speak.

You followed him silently to the door as he roughly unlocked it and pushed it open, you closed the door behind you awkwardly standing with your back to it still pressing your jacket to your arm.

“How bad is it?” Dean asked flatly as he sat on his bed.

“It’ll need stitches” you replied, your voice hoarse.

“Shower” Dean gestured to the bathroom door as he ran a hand over his face looking anywhere but at you. You didn’t answer as you grabbed your duffel bag and slammed the door behind you.

You balked at your own reflection in the mirror, you’d been through it alright, you looked like hell. You leaned toward the mirror to inspect the bruise that was already a dark purple around your throat and winced. You let out a long sigh and got to work on getting your shirt off, some of the blood had dried so not a pleasant experience.

The cut looked pretty gnarly, it ran from the top of your shoulder stopping about half way down your bicep. After your shower you went through your bag finding the only black tank top you’d packed and a pair of grey sweatpants, you blowdried your hair grateful the smoke smell hadn’t hung around, you tried to focus on the task at hand rather than letting yourself get worked up at the conversation awaiting you behind that door.

You finally had to force yourself to leave the bathroom, Dean was sitting at the small table in the room, he was holding a bottle of whiskey that you knew was much fuller this morning. Dean kicked a chair infront of him forward gesturing for you to sit. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch” Dean said as you sat down.

“I figured” You replied taking the bottle of whiskey from him and taking a swig, your face screwed up at the burn in your throat, but you took another for good measure.

He took the bottle back of you and placed the opening at the top of your gash, you jerked away as the liquid ran down your arm, holy shit it burned.

“Gotta stay still” Dean murmured as he picked up the needle and thread

You quickly pulled your hair aside staring straight ahead trying to make your body relax as Dean used his hand to move your left arm where he needed. You felt the cold tip of the needle press against your skin and braced yourself. Dean hesitated for a moment before breathing deep and pushing it in.

“If you need to stop tell me” This was the least monotone he'd sounded all night.

“Just get it done” You closed your eyes and tried to breathe deep, you’d sit through this in one go from sheer pride at this point.

“How’s the face?” You asked, he’d gotten a nasty hit to the jaw and a bruise was starting to darken across his cheek.

“Fine” Dean answered bluntly.

You breathed out a deep sigh, no conversation then.

The silence was making you nervous, the suspense of waiting for him to say something, anything was getting too much. You dreaded the argument the whole car ride, but now that you were getting the silent treatment you were ready to hash it out

“Done” Dean said throwing the needle on the table. You felt your body relax in relief, it was still throbbing like hell.

You turned your head, the bruise on his face was not fine it was spreading further by the minute, His expression was tense and his movements sharp. He pushed himself out of his chair and walked towards the small kitchenette grabbing his wallet.

“Dean" you stood to walk towards him, resigned to get him out of this shitty mood.

“Hungry?” He answered gruffly.

“Dean” You said again more forcefully.

“I’m goin’ to get pizza” he darted past you for the door.

“You gonna give me an ‘i told you so’ or not?” You ran a hand through your hair, you were getting bored of this already.

“What’s the point of that, huh?” He whipped around so quick you stepped back even though he was five feet away from you, you weren’t expecting him to raise his voice so suddenly. He’d spent the last hour quietly seething, now he was boiling over.

“Well, you obviously have something on your mind, Dean” you dragged your voice out provokingly.

“Damn right I do, everyone’s lost their frickin’ minds sending you out here alone, especially you! You just want me to sit on my ass at Ellen's until I have to come find whatever's left of you in some Podunk back road town?” He crossed the room towards you, his face dark, you could understand why people and monsters feared Dean Winchester, but you’d be damned if you backed down now.

You leaned back against the kitchen counter arms crossed tightly infront of you. Your arm was throbbing harder from the movement and Dean’s asshole mood was really pushing you to the edge of your patience.

“What the fuck is your problem?” harshly left your mouth before you could stop it.

“You know what my damn problem is, if you were on this hunt alone-“

“No” you interrupted loudly “not just today, I mean in general”

Dean gave you an incredulous look that finally set you off.

“Are you really gonna stand there and pretend like nothings going on? I’m not stupid Dean” You tightened the grip on your crossed arms trying very had not to raise your voice.

“(Y/N) i’m- ” Dean rubbed his fingers across his eyes.

“Because you’ve been pretty damn distant lately and call me crazy I thought we were friends” you pushed yourself off the counter closer to Dean.

“We are, that’s why i know you can’t handle this”

“What do you expect me to do, just stand there and scream? ‘cause it sounds like that's exactly what you’re asking me to do!” You were yelling now.

“I'm asking you to stay out of it, lay low and let us deal with it, this isn’t your fight” Dean was yelling back at you, you'd never admit out loud the shivers that went down your spine at the deep timbre of his voice.

“It is my fight, Lilith made sure of that”

“Well if your best is anything like tonight you’re going to get yourself killed!“ He roared.

“Do you think i want this? I wanted to go home, do you know how scared I am?” Your voice broke but, you were too angry to be embarrassed about it “I’m very aware that when she comes for me there’s no stopping her, but i’m atleast gonna go down fighting"

“What do you mean there’s no stopping her?” Dean snapped back stepping closer, his face incredulous and strained.

“It’s Lilith, no one can!” Your voice sounded half hysterical, Dean of all people should know this.

“Just do what i say and she wont get anywhere near you, stop making this so fucking difficult!” Dean’s was was getting more rage filled by the second.

“Oh, so your gonna protect me from Lilith, are you?” You replied raising your eyebrow. Dean’s jaw clenched, he was so close to you now you could feel his breath on your face “how exactly is that gonna play out? because from what i’ve seen every attempt to stop her hasn't worked” You yelled the last part so loud you were surprised at yourself.

“If Lilith wants you she’s gonna have to go through me and she ain’t gettin’ through me” Dean’s bellowing, deep voice echoed across the room. The resolute way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, his expression was wrathful. The full weight of those words hit you so hard you took a deep breath in surprise, it hadn’t occurred to you that Dean was willing to put himself in between you and the most powerful Demon they knew.

“I-“ You opened your mouth to respond, but a strangled, embarrassing, noise left it instead, you couldn’t think of a response with Dean’s determined gaze staring you down. You could feel the heat of his skin on your own, suddenly you felt much too close to Dean and needed to get space between you.

You didn't have time to put the thought into action before Dean shot forward pressing his mouth hard onto yours, his hands grabbing your arms. It only lasted a moment before he was pulling back and letting you go, he looked as surprised as you must of, only you felt yourself following his mouth, heat burning red across your face when you realised what you were doing.

You stopped yourself from following through, startled at your own reaction, but didn’t move back. Dean’s eyes bounced from your lips to your eyes and back again before he once again moved to fill the space between you, mouth pressing over yours.

There was nothing, slow or sweet about it, your lips moved against each other harshly, needy and wet. His hands were on your waist then sliding up your back pulling you closer until you were pressed together, you still felt like you couldn’t get close enough.

Dean pushed you backwards until your back hit the kitchen counter, his mouth left yours pressing opened mouth kisses along your neck, it was all too much, your arm was throbbing with pain, your chest was heaving and small breathy moans and whimpers were leaving your throat as his hands slid underneath your shirt.

You were pulling at his flannel wanting him closer while your other hand ran through his hair, suddenly you were moving upwards as Dean placed you down on the counter, he stared at you for a moment, green eyes wide and full of want before smashing his lips back onto yours, his hands were back caressing a path up your spine while you held his jaw in both of yours.

Your shirt was being roughly pulled off, your arms suddenly over your head as his gaze took in the sight of your breasts, you hadn’t even bothered with a bra after your shower. He swiped his thumb over your hardened nipple making your body jump at the spark that traveled down to your core, his eyes flicked up to yours dark and needy as he kissed you again, softer than before. He moved his lips back to your neck as his one of his hands cupped your breast, he was driving you crazy. You pushed his flannel off his shoulders and yanked at his black t-shirt until he lifted it over his head.

A noise pierced through your clouded head, a phone was ringing. You turned your head to look to the side until you saw your phone lighting up on the kitchen table, before you could put together a cohesive thought Dean’s hand grabbed your chin and pulled your face back to him, tongue diving into your mouth.

His arm circled around your back and lifted you off the counter until you were pressed tightly to his chest, his skin against yours made you gasp as he let out a deep moan into your mouth, your legs tightened around him holding on. Your head was foggy, you don't think you’ve ever wanted anyone more than you wanted Dean right now.

He ducked his head down flattening his tongue across your nipple, you threw your head back and buried your fingers in his hair as he started sucking, too much, too much but still not enough. You’d never been kissed like this, never been touched like this before. He was so strong and broad, his arms full of muscle, he made you feel safe and warm.

“Dean” your voice sounded hoarse and breathless.

He dropped you down to the counter still pulling you close and making sure your skin was touching everywhere.

“Never thought you'd let me do this” He breathed between wet kisses “Never thought you’d want to”

“I do” You gasped desperately reaching for his belt, he let our a noise almost like a growl and grabbed at your sweatpants and underwear pulling both of them down your thighs at once, you were aching for him, you couldn't wait anymore.

Suddenly he was gone.

Dean had moved back and slammed his hand on the counter beside you before stalking across the room to a bedside table, to his phone.

That’s right your phone had been ringing, now Dean’s was.

“Ellen” Dean answered his voice annoyed.

Ofcourse, you hadn't told anyone you were both fine. A long deep breath filled your chest as you slid of the kitchen counter, knees almost buckling. You pulled your sweatpants back up, Dean was watching you closely still talking to Ellen chest bare and belt undone, you swallowed hard wishing he'd hurry up.

You were kicking yourself for not calling Ellen when you got back, she'd be worried sick by now, Bobby and Sam would be convincing themselves it wasn't silly to drive out here, Jo would be climbing the walls just like you would be if she was out here.

Cold, hard dread washed over your body like ice.

Jo.

You had promised Jo nothing was going on with you and Dean, that you didn't see him like that, you had promised it wouldn't be a problem and she had told you it didn't really matter, but you knew it did.

You told her to go for it and she'd shoved you away cheeks going uncharacteristically red and told you Dean didn't see her like that.

You told her he'd be crazy not to and she'd looked hopeful. She'd said "Sometimes I think he might, but there's always something in the way.

"Just....long day" Dean was saying to Ellen.

Dean was watching you, eyes roaming over your naked chest, swollen lips and surely messy hair. You covered your breasts with your arms feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden.

Dean was going to come back over here when he hung up that phone and you knew if he touched you again you weren't going to be able to stop this deep aching from taking over.

You saw the phone fall from Dean's ear almost in slow motion, already stepping back towards you looking purposeful, like he knew exactly what he wanted.

You darted for the bathroom door slamming it closed behind you and almost falling over in your haste, you couldn't do this. Not to Jo, not after you told her you didn't see Dean like that, told her to 'go for it'.

She trusted you.

"(Y/N)" Dean knocked on the door.

"I... I just need a minute" You called back panicked.

"Are you.. you okay?" Dean sounded worried.

"I'm fine" You moved to look at yourself in the mirror.

You looked ravished, your cheeks warmed with colour at the sight of your swollen lips and flushed skin, you covered your breasts ashamed with yourself.

You sat down on the toilet, head in your hands taking deep breaths, How did this happen?

You never thought Dean would want you like this, you couldn't say you hadn't entertained the thought. When you'd met Sam and Dean you'd had plenty, but after Dean had come onto you after one too many beers at Bobby's you'd rejected him and his invitation to be a notch on his bedpost.

If anything you'd thought your only chance with a Winchester was Sam, you got along wonderfully, but even that was a stretch, you never thought you were Sam's type let alone Dean's.

Men like Dean Winchester didn't want girls like you, they ended up with strong women like Jo. You were the girl who stayed on the side lines and did research, you weren't brave, you were terrified half the time.

Your not sure how long you sat there contemplating your betrayal until the sound of the hotel door closing brought you back to reality. You listened for movement for a brief moment before slowly opening the bathroom door. The hotel room was empty, Dean was gone.

You picked up your tank top from the ground, pulling it over your head as you walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The Impala was still parked there, no sign of Dean.

You weren't really sure what your next move was here.

It was surely going to be awkward conversations and half hearted embarrassed smiles from now on. Maybe Dean wouldn't even bring it up again, maybe once his head had cleared he'd realised this was a mistake too.

Maybe you wouldn't even have to talk about it at all.

You turned the TV on to distract your wandering mind, it had been probably half an hour before you heard keys in the door. Your body tensed and your heart started racing, but you remained sitting casually on the chair.

Dean walked into the room holding a pizza and a six pack, he stood there awkwardly for a moment like he was unsure if he should come in.

"Great, i'm starving" You smiled up at him willing yourself to be normal.

Dean seemed to relax a bit and moved to join you.

"Hope you feel like plain ol' pepperoni" He said while opening the box and grabbing a piece before thudding back into his chair and cracking a beer.

"What did Ellen want?" You asked while picking up a piece of your own.

"She was just checking in, got worried" Dean answered, the pizza seemed too thick to swallow.

You ate in silence for a while, pretending like everything was fine, just like you wanted. Naturally Dean didn't let things lie.

"Listen (Y/N)" Dean spoke with a sudden confidence as the credits for whatever sitcom was on started rolling on tv.

"Dean, can we not?" You pleaded turning to look at him imploringly.

"I don't really want to do this either, but I think we should clear the air" He answered.

"It's fine Dean" You replied lifting the side of your mouth in a small, reassuring smile.

"You locked yourself in the bathroom" He replied taking a sip of his beer not making eye contact.

"I just, I just didn't want to do something while things were....heated that we'd regret later" You couldn't even look at him while you said it.

"Regret" Dean mumbled looking down at the floor.

You were so bad at this.

"Dean, you're my friend, I hope you are anyway" You frowned, Dean looked up over at you surprised.

"Ofcourse I am" He looked half pained.

"Can we just pretend this didn't happen?" You begged.

He was quiet for too long, staring at you with that wounded look you hated.

"Sure" He took a long swig for his beer before wiping his mouth and standing.

"Going to grab a shower and hit the hay, long day tomorrow" He continued while grabbing his duffle-bag and closing the bathroom door behind him.

That had to be done, it was only ever going to be sex with Dean, you wouldn't risk your friendship with Jo for one night with Dean Winchester.

Being the one on the otherside of a locked bathroom door was oddly lonely.

[cyarskaren1999-blog]

fuiabarcelos 

2h ago

Bingo: Taylor Swift Songs

Champagne problems: Is love pain?

Champagne problems: Amar é sofrer?

[clinicallyclara2]

Sam WinchesterxReader

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MINORS DNI. 18+ Only. Pairing: (Y/N) x Sam Winchester Summary: Sam Winchester and you had a drunken engagement the night before. Are there still feelings there? (NSFW. Impatient and rough Sam.) (More fluff than sex!) Word count: 2785 Warnings: Fem!reader, nsfw 18+, use of (Y/N), praising, bruising, fingering, oral sex (F&M receiving), unprotected p in v, begging, stretching, shushing, nicknames, morning after pill mentions.

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“Hey.”

“Hi.” I looked at the stranger across the table from me as he sat down, and his throat worked.

“How have you been?” He rasped. I nodded slowly.

“I’m okay. Even since you left the table about five minutes ago.” I whispered, wanting to laugh, but it wasn’t the time. “You?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. I’m just sleepy after last night.”

I blinked at him and nodded. It was a stupid drunken mistake, which got us up at seven a.m. in a panic, running to the pharmacy for a morning-after pill. I was wearing his clothes, consumed by his scent. His shorts were tied tight around my body, ones that he said didn’t fit his hips anymore. But I looked like I was drowning in them. I had one of his white shirts on, tied at my hip, so it seemed somewhat normal. He was tall, and his jawline was as sharp as a knife. I could see why I wanted him when I was drunk.

“You mean hung over?” I smirked.

“I am so sorry again.” He blurted shakily after a beat. My face fell, and I gave him a look.

“Sam,” I said quietly, my eyes searching his face. “It is Sam, right?” 

“Y-yeah.” He stuttered, and his brows furrowed like he was concentrating.

“(Your name), right?”

“Mhm.” I hummed, and his face relaxed.

I played with the wrapper from the straw I put into my water cup. We were sitting in a diner right across from the pharmacy where he bought me the pill. I placed the small silver tab with the pill inside under my napkin while I waited for our food. 

He insisted on talking about it and feeding me.

“We were two very, very drunk adults who made a mistake,” I said softly. “It’s okay,” I reassured.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He breathed out softly, looking over me like I was fragile and could crack at any moment.

I had bruises on my hips that he saw when I changed into his clothes this morning. A few hickies littered the tops of my breasts, and one huge one ached in the middle of my stomach. I splayed my fingers out over my shirt and lightly brushed the sore skin. 

“I’m fine, I promise.” I flushed. “I just wanted to eat before I took the medicine so I wouldn’t get too queasy.”

“Well, I’ll still buy your food.” His eyes trailed down to the paper between my fingers, which I was folding anxiously.

“You don’t-”

“Shush. Let me do this one thing.” He chuckled, and it made me smile.

“Fine.” I grinned, putting the paper down.

“You look pretty when you smile.” He said quietly, and I flushed a deeper shade of red. The way he was leaning back, looking at me so smugly, made butterflies erupt in my stomach. 

Images of last night flooded me when I blinked. My white dress, the one with the little cutouts around my midriff, slid down my legs as he pushed me forcibly against the wall. My ears rang.

“Thanks,” I whispered shyly.

The waitress grabbed my attention as she set our food in front of us, and I shifted backward to make room for my plates.

“Does everything look alright?” She asked. The plates just kept coming. I think we ordered enough for four people.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied softly.

She winked at me before she walked away. I started to tuck into my food, and he followed suit.

“So what-” We both said at the same time after a few beats of silence. I chuckled.

“You first.” He smirked.

“So what made you go to that party?” I asked curiously, tipping my head and eating a bite of bacon.

“It was actually my brother, Dean’s party.” Sam nodded, and I went a little wide-eyed.

“Really? I’ve known Dean for years.” I chuckled.

Sam gave me a weary look, and I waved my hand.

“No, no, nothing like that. From work, I work at the front desk there.” I explained. 

Dean was working with me at a nearby mechanic's shop. He would work on the cars and pester me every morning in passing, but our relationship didn’t go past that.

“What do you do for work?” I asked Sam curiously.

He chuckled, deep and rumbly. A smirk appeared over his lips. “I thought it was my turn to ask a question.”

“Sorry.” I grinned.

“I’m just kidding, uh- I’m a lawyer.” He said almost shyly. I tipped my head back and looked over his face.

“No kidding?” I asked as more of a question.

He chuckled. “I wish I were joking.”

I smiled and ate a few bites of my pancakes, thinking to myself.

“Do you remember how we met last night?” I asked softly. I was mainly confused, trying to remember.

His throat worked, and he pushed a hand through his messy, long locks.

God, that hair.

Then it clicked between us as we locked eyes, and I burst out laughing. His cheeks tinted pink as he answered.

“Dean.” He nodded slowly.

“Your fucking brother set us up.” I grinned, hiding my smile in my hand for a moment. He chuckled and kept eating his food.

The pink of his cheeks didn’t dull for a long while, until after we finished our food. I had taken my pill, and I started to feel a lot better about everything.

We paused at the front door right after he had paid. I met his green eyes, and my throat worked. He held the door open for me, and I stepped out into the street.

“I can pay for your cab.” He said softly. I patted my pockets for my phone.

“I don’t have my phone.” My throat went dry, and I began walking in the direction we had come from, back toward his car.

“Did I have it in the car?” I asked with a hint of panic in my voice.

“Let me look under the seat.” He went to the passenger's seat and kneeled on the sidewalk, feeling under the seat.

“I’ll take you back to my apartment just in case.” He stood up and walked around to the driver's side door. I hesitated for just a second before I got back into his car. My white dress, which I had folded neatly and put on the seat, went into my lap.

I watched Sam’s eyes fall on it as I clicked my seatbelt on. I swear I heard his breath hitch. Maybe he was remembering, too.

“What?” I whispered.

“Nothing.” He said dryly before pulling out into the street.

The ride back to his house was anxiety ridden. My knee was bouncing rapidly. Sam’s long fingers extended out over my knee to calm me down.

“Hey, we’ll find it.” He tried to soothe me, and I stopped shaking my leg. I put my fingers over the top of his and squeezed them gently.

And I believed him.

I tore through his bedroom at record speed. So fast, I ended up finding a little foil packet wrapped in the sheets. I breathed out a breathy laugh and held it up to him.

“You just wasted about fifty bucks.”

He looked at me, his face pale until a chuckle rumbled through him.

“Jesus. Hey, I still didn’t mind doing that for you.” He shrugged, and I smiled at him.

I reached down between the bed and the wall, feeling the cool glass before I picked it up.

“Oh, thank god.” I breathed out shakily.

I tapped on it, but it didn’t light up.

“Do you have a charger?” I asked him, and he bent down to grab the long white cable.

He passed it to me and I plugged it in, sinking onto his bed.

 He sank into his sheets opposite me.

“Can I ask you a question?” His voice sounded hoarse now, as if he were not truly himself.

“Yeah,” I whispered, nodding my head. The way we were talking in hushed tones, like we were telling secrets, was getting to me. Just say it, Sam.

“Would you ever want to do this again? Properly, I mean.”

The air crackled between us when I looked into his green eyes, and I flushed.

“Uh- yeah.” I nodded my head, giving him a big smile.

“Yes,” I whispered more surely.

He smiled and nodded his head toward the TV mounted on the wall.

“Could I start by giving you the aftercare you probably needed last night?”

He was more confident now. A laugh slipped out of me.

“Sure,” I whispered, nodding. He pulled back the covers, and I slipped into them. His arm wrapped around my hips easily as he turned on the TV. Our awkward little cuddle made me shift. I adjusted his hand to be over my waist and to wrap over my stomach instead. His front pressed into my back, and he nuzzled his nose into my neck.

I hummed.

“You’re so soft.” He commented next to my ear.

“Shhh- you feel good like that.” I shushed him, blushing bright red. I pushed back into him, and he grabbed my stomach, pushing me back into him more.

“Can I see what I did?” He thumbed at his shorts around my hips, and I nodded slowly.

I gently pulled them to where he could see that I was bruised.

“Jesus- I’m so sorry.” He ghosted his fingers over them, and I quickly shook my head.

“It’s okay. I probably asked you to go harder.” I smiled, and he laughed against the back of my neck as he settled down.

His fingers extended out over the little patch of exposed skin, and he pressed a searing kiss behind my ear. My breath hitched.

“Mm- then I like them then.” He gently pushed into the small bruises, and I whimpered softly.

“I’ll be honest, I fucking love them. Even if I don’t remember exactly how they got there.” I trailed off.

“Would you like to remember?” He asked next to my ear, his hot breath tousling my hair a little.

“Would you like to remind me?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse, and I soon found myself sitting on top of his lap fully. He made me straddle him, facing him. Holy fucking shit. No wonder I was so sore. I could feel everything. The way the thin barrier of my shorts rubbed against his jeans was like a drug to me.

His fingers dug into my skin over my stomach, and he sighed, looking up into my eyes.

“I promise you I don’t do this with a different girl every day.” He admitted, and I nodded, bending down so our lips were mere inches apart.

My hips shifted forward, and he gasped quietly. My pubic bone felt like it ground his perfectly.

“I know, I can tell. You’re too sweet to be a playboy.” I whispered, a grin spreading across my face.

His thumb reached up, and he brushed over my bottom lip.

“Let me taste you.” He begged.

I nodded. Soon enough, his lips were on mine, lapping hungrily like he got what he wanted—needed even.

He rolled his hips up into mine, and I whimpered into his mouth. He took my slightly parted lips as an invitation and snaked his tongue into my mouth.

“Is it bad-“ He kissed me and parted softly. “That I can still hear your soft little moans in my head, your begging. You’re fucking addicting.” He hissed.

His hand went to the front of my shorts, looking for permission in my eyes. I nodded once. He surprised me by immediately cupping my core between us. His hand dug into the skin around it softly, and I gasped. My hands found the back of his shirt, and I tightened my grip on it.

“I-“

“Hm?”

“I need you.” I spit out.

Before I knew it, he was knuckle deep in between my slick folds, two fingers deep and giving me no time to adjust.

I curled in on myself and moaned out loudly.

“Oh fuck-“ He gasped at just how wet I was. It immediately coated his fingers, and I whined as he started to pump in and out of me slowly.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He whispered against the base of my throat. His lips kissed over my collarbone, then my neck. He licked a line up my neck to my ear, letting a shiver run through me. I had never been pleasured like this, ever.

“Tell me what you want.” He kissed my jaw, and I relaxed, tipping my head back into the mattress.

“I- want more,” I whined. “So much fucking more!”

He went harder, finger fucking me until I stopped thinking. I moaned out loudly. He gently spread my legs more, pushing his knee in between them, pinning my left leg under his right.

“Shhh-“ He said softly into my ear, kissing right under it.

“Like this?” He curled his fingers, and I squeezed my eyes shut, nodding my head.

“Yes!” I gasped out.

“God damn- I’m never letting you out of this bed.” He grumbled in my ear. I tipped my head and kissed him roughly, silencing myself.

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to my lips before trailing them over my cheek, then down my jaw.

“There you go, baby girl. Can you ride?” He asked. I weakly reached between us and unbuttoned his jeans. His hand slid out of my too-tight shorts, and I slid off his lap briefly. He raised his hips, and I watched him slide his jeans down with his boxers. He was bigger than I remembered, or even felt through my shorts.

“Oh my god-” I blurted. Soon enough his hand was in my hair and half of his cock was in my mouth. I sucked until my cheeks hurt. A moan rippled out of him.

“So- good.” He panted loudly, and I bobbed my head up and down slowly. My lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

He became impatient and started to pull on my shorts, tugging them down from the back first and yanking them until my full ass was exposed. He spanked me and I chirped loudly around his cock.

“Fuck.” He whined. 

Then I became impatient. I lay on my back and lifted my hips. Sam stopped me by grabbing hold of my wrist.

“Let me.” He whispered, retracting it. He was between my thighs suddenly. He took off my shorts, revealing me fully.

“Would you like to ride me?” He asked again, resting his chin on top of my knees, and I nodded eagerly.

“Okay, baby. Just let me get a little taste first.” He huffed, and before I could say anything, his tongue was pressed flatly to my clit.

I let out a throaty moan, and he gripped my hand. He ate me out like it was his favorite task. His free hand glided up my side and to my breast. He had me pinned down where he wanted me.

When he flipped us over I easily straddled his lap again, sitting down right on his cock but not inserting it. I let him guide me down on him. He was easy with it, checking my facial expressions. Every time I winced, he paused and let me adjust.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He swiped over my sensitive clit, making me shudder.

He was finally entirely in me.

“Move, please,” I whispered, holding his gaze.

“Are you sure?”

“Sam-” My voice shook, and he nodded, gently starting to move me up and down on him slowly. My thighs were too shaky to move at first. He had me by them, digging his fingers in like he owned me.

“Oh my god.” I whimpered, and he slightly picked up the pace. He was pounding me, stretching me. My thighs shook feverishly, and he gave me a look.

“I can’t last long- not with how tight you are.” He rasped.

“Go harder then, I need to-” I nodded. He grabbed my hips instead of my thighs, and he started to wreck me. Pounding up into me and making me forget how to breathe. I was gasping for air. He pressed his mouth to mine and nodded. He was going to. I nodded in reply. My walls clenched around him, and he gasped against my lips.

I cried out as I came around his cock, he held me down and pumped me full. I relaxed in his arms.

Once I found my head again, I laughed, tipping my head to his shoulder.

“What?” He asked softly.

“You’re going to have to waste another fifty bucks,” I whispered.

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[imagining-supernatural]

12x21: There’s Something About Mary

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 795

Version en Español – PREVIOUS EPISODE

“Such a dick,” Dean grumbled after hanging up on Ketch.

“And?” Sam prompted.

Dean turned around to face you and Sam. “He says he hasn’t seen mom in over a week.”

“But mom called two days ago, said she was working a case with him.”

“Which means he’s lying,” you supplied.

“But why would he—" Sam was cut off by his phone ringing. You watched his conversation with Jody, taking in the heartbreaking nuances of his expression. He thanked her and hung up. You were almost too scared to ask who had died. It seemed like everyone kept dying lately. You weren’t sure you could handle another death.

Dean had no such qualms and asked, “Who?”

“Eileen.”

And your heart broke for Sam. You hadn’t met Eileen. Somehow, you’d always been on another hunt when she came around. But you’d heard stories from the brothers and seen Sam’s face light up whenever her name was mentioned. Goddamn it, you thought he could finally have a bit of happiness in his life. Someone to call and just shoot the shit with when he wanted to talk to someone besides you and Dean. Someone that made him smile in ways that you and Dean couldn’t. He finally had someone besides you and Dean. And now she was fucking dead too.

“How?”

You weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer to that question, and you especially didn’t want Sam to be the one to answer. But you couldn’t move. “She was, uh, mauled by a wild animal in a wooded area that doesn’t have animals that do that. In South Carolina.”

“I thought she was in Ireland,” you piped in. If she was in the states, you would have wanted to meet her. You would have driven hours just to meet the woman who put that spark back in Sam Winchester’s eyes.

And now you would never get the chance to thank her for bringing Sam that kind of happiness he’d been missing.

Sam shrugged, fighting back tears, and turned away to gather himself without you and his brother watching. You felt absolutely wrecked, just seeing the way Sam seemed to shrink, curl in on himself. His hand jerking over his hair, not knowing what to do with himself.

Eyes starting to water with grief for a great hunter’s death and your friend’s mourning, you turned to Dean. His eyes were trained on the floor for a moment before raising to yours. You jerked your head towards Sam, indicating that Dean should take the lead on this. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“Sam.”

“Dean, that’s the second hunter death we’ve heard about in two weeks.”

“I know.”

Where was Sam going with this? You understood that he didn’t want to deal with Eileen’s death. At least, not with an audience. But he sure moved on really quickly from emotions to logic. Back to the case. Treating this like a case was probably how he was trying to keep his sanity.

And if that’s what he needed right now, then you would help him.

“But two doesn’t make a pattern,” you pointed out, furthering the discussion. Getting everyone back into the investigative frame of mind.

“Three would.”

“Meaning?” Dean prompted.

Sam paused for a second, seeming to gather the courage to say his next words. “Mom’s a hunter. And no one knows where she is.”

If Mary was dead, the odds that Sam would get through this were slim to none. Losing Eileen and his mother so close together? Sure, he was a Winchester and he had thick skin when it came to death. But Sam had to have a breaking point somewhere. You just hoped he never had to find it.

“We should get going.”

“Going where?” Dean asked you.

Treat this like any case. There was a victim. You had to find cause of death. “South Carolina. We have to, uh, we have to—”

“Cause of death,” Sam choked out, taking a few deep breaths. “And we should burn her body. Send her off the right way.”

Dean left the room first, jerking his head towards Sam. Apparently it was your turn to feel out how Sam was handling this. So as soon as the door shut behind Dean, you took a few steps towards Sam. “Sammy?”

His breathing picked up, pushing you to close the rest of the distance and pull him into your arms. “Hey there, Sam. You’re gonna… We’ll get you through this.”

He curled his large body around yours and allowed himself to be held. He allowed you to comfort him. There were no tears, but those would come. Late at night when he was alone, that’s when he would really break down.

“I’m so sorry, Sam.”

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[halfmoonshines]

Hey there! 😀 Could I request an SPN one-shot about Dean falling in love with an Archangel!Reader? (in my head, R's actually THE eldest archangel, and the First Reaper to ever exist - a literal Archangel of Death. But unlike her siblings, she is actually the most affable and human-like - like she knows how humans behave and why they do whatever they do, but is still inexperienced in certain things such as love or sex - Dean is not as hostile to her as he is to Cas Also: I headcanon it that she lost all her grace after Metatron's shenanigans in heaven, so up until Chuck's toddler tantrum over the ending, she fights with Winchesters as human). Sorry for the req. being so long. 🙂

Don't apologize, I love the details <3 Full disclosure I haven't watched the last season of Supernatural because I just don't want to say goodbye to them. Here is my best shot! I hope you enjoy.

Teachings

Summary; Archangel!Reader is completely oblivious to Dean's flirtations and he's had enough of beating around the bush.

The first time you felt the twinge of something weird, it was right after a mission you and Sam had gone out on by yourself. Dean had been waiting for you as soon as you entered the bunker, his arms folded across his chest and jaw working.

"What the hell was that?" He demanded.

You blinked, hand still trying to work the tenseness out of your shoulder from where Sam had to relocate it. You honestly had no idea what he was referring to. "You mean the part where we defeated the big bad?" You asked, head cocking to the side as you took in his angry posture.

"You ran off without Sam, right into the thick of it. You're powerless now, Y/N. You can't just jump into every problem head on." He unfolded his arms, taking a few steps toward you.

Indignation sparked in your gut, eyes narrowing a bit. You knew full well that you were effectively powerless now, he absolutely did not need to keep bringing that up. "I'm very aware of how much power I wield, Dean. You seem to forget that I've been versed in hand to hand combat since before you were a thought in your mothers head."

Dean sighed, standing across from you, watching your hand rubbing circles into your shoulder. "You got hurt today, Y/N. I don't want that happening again." He stayed for a moment longer after that, gaze searching you for something you couldn't decipher before walking off.

The second time you were utterly dumbfounded by Dean's behavior came a few weeks later as you were cooking the gang dinner in the kitchen. You had decided to be the one to cook because you were feeling decidedly uncomfortable. Ever since Metatron's idiocy and your subsequent humanity, there were some days where you just didn't feel right. Like there were bees fluttering under your skin. Castiel had said he thought it was because no matter how human your body was, your brain was still not. Filled with a millennia worth of knowledge and memories.

You put the spatula down rather harshly, closing your eyes to stop the cacophony of things flooding your senses.

"Y/N?" Dean's voice sounded from the doorway of the kitchen. When you didn't immediately open you eyes and acknowledge him, he came forward to stand next to you, resting a hand on your arm. "Do you want me to take over?"

You opened your eyes, glancing over at the Hunter. He had concern dancing in his eyes, brows pulled together. There were sometimes that you thought he was the angel in the friendship.

Where did that come from? You thought to yourself, shaking your head a bit to dislodge the thoughts.

"I can finish up, I'm just feeling a bit off." You gave him what hoped was a reassuring smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You couldn't help but notice that he hadn't pulled his hand off of your arm yet.

"Some days are just harder than others. It feels like all of the information I have can overload me, sometimes." You said, using your free hand to rub over your eyes. "I feel like a mess sometimes, Dean. I might not be an angel anymore but I feel like a I make a terrible human."

Dean blinked at you, mouth opening slightly while he just looked at you. "Are you serious?"

You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit affronted. "No it was a joke and I'm feeling just dandy."

"Y/N," Dean started, shaking his head. "Divine being or not, you're still one of the most angelic people I've ever met. You take everything in stride, with a smile on your face. You can tell me stories about Alexander the Great and still kick my ass at Poker, it's amazing."

You cocked your head a bit, trying to decide if he was joking or not. He seemed to notice. "I'm serious." He finalized.

You looked at him for a moment, letting his words wash over you before giving him a broad smile. "Thank you, Dean. You're a good friend."

You didn't notice his smile falter in return. "Great friend, of course."

It came to a head a month after that when you and Dean were sat in the library doing research. You lifted your head from the dated text you had been reading when your companion shut his own rather fiercely, pushing it away from him.

"Everything okay, Dean?" You inquired, wondering if he was alright.

He clenched his jaw, choosing to look anywhere but you. "I just feel like we're always two steps behind. We figure out one problem and then another rams us in the back of the head. I don't know if we're going to be able to come out on top of this one."

You reached a hand out to him out of instinct, wrapping it around his forearm. "We're going to be just fine."

He looked at your hand instead of your face. "How can you know that?"

"Because in all of my years among humanity, I've never met a man as strong as you, in mind or spirit. I truly believe that you can conquer any problem you encounter." You said with finality, squeezing his arm a bit. He glanced up at you quickly then, seeming at a loss for words.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

You reached out your other hand to wrap around his other arm. "I've never been more sure of something, Dean."

You both just sat there for what seemed like forever, his green eyes melding into your own cerulean blue. In what seemed like an instant his whole body was across the table, arms shaking your hands off to instead find purchase around your soldiers, lips pressed firmly to your own.

Your shock only lasted a second before you reciprocated, hands coming up to his neck to pull him closer to you. The kiss felt like it was an infinite expansion of time and over too soon at the same time. He pulled away, hovering his head just a few inches from yours and gauging your expression.

You smiled slowly, drinking him in as well. "I wasn't expecting that."

He chuckled. "Really? I've been building up to that for ages."

[mummybear]

Getting Into Trouble

This Is Day 5 Of Roleplay May

Words: 4114

Warnings: Smut, Wall Sexy, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Think That’s It :P

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, (Marie) Reader’s Best Friend (OC), Sam Winchester, Unnamed Club Bitches

Summary: Meeting your best friend Marie at your local nightclub turns out to be a more exciting night that you had originally planned. Especially when your favourite doorman is on duty and doesn’t take his eyes off of you all night. This is also for @deanwanddamons​1Kfollowerchallenge So happy for you babe you deserve it :D I had the prompt .....  ‘Sometimes you need it so bad, it’s enough to drive a young girl mad.’

A cold chill whips through the summer air as you step out of the cab, quickly leaning inside the window to pay the driver. It doesn’t take long for you to approach the steps of the club, it’s a small but popular place. A place which had been quickly growing in popularity, largely thanks to the hot staff it had recently acquired, both inside and outside of the establishment. At least that’s what you had heard, however, you and your best friend Marie had been coming here for years before the change.

A small smile slips onto your lips when you spot your favourite bouncer and doorman, right at the front of the crowd standing on the very first step. He’s looking as handsome as ever, light brown hair styled just so, green eyes that are practically shining with that bad boy twinkle when he winks at you. 

He’s not as wide as the other guys, but he towers over them in height. With broad shoulders that you’ve often imagined clinging to and bow legs like no other man you’d ever seen. He’s dressed simply, but god does he wear all black extremely well. Tight black t-shirt, which you know from experience has the word security printed on the back in white block letters, with what look like tailor made pants and smart black shoes.

“Hey there sweetheart, long time no see” he greets you, just as friendly and charming as ever, with a gorgeous grin that’s all perfect teeth and plump lips. He takes your ID from you, letting his fingers gently graze yours, quickly glancing at it before he hands it back.

“Yeah it’s been a while, you’re still looking real good though” you smile sweetly, the tip of your tongue poking out between your lips as your eyes rake over him, appreciating every perfect inch of that man. 

“Uh, thanks” the blush that coats his freckled cheeks is so cute, you would’ve thought he was used to the compliments by now. He licks hips plump pink lips and flicks his eyes up to meet yours again. “You’re lookin’ pretty damn sexy yourself” he rasps, voice sounding a little deeper than before as he nips at his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Hopefully I’ll see you later and you’ll finally tell me your name this time” you smile back, returning his earlier wink and tucking your ID back in your bag. 

 “I’d really like that. Just don’t go and get yourself into any trouble. I will throw you over my shoulder this time” he warns you playfully, you don’t miss how he lets his eyes shamelessly rake over your body. 

You have to practically press your body against his to get inside, what with the amount of people trying to squeeze inside all at once. You look up at him through your black lashes, giving him your best seductive look. “Oh, promises, promises Mr green eyes. I might just have to get myself into a little trouble then” you wink as he shakes his head at you, giving you a gentle shove inside. 

“Go! I’ve gotta work!” he laughs, finally turning away from you.

The moment that you actually step into the club you realise just how busy it really is tonight. There’s the odd cluster of people here and there blocking your path. People that you almost have to fight your way through, as well as the idiots paying no attention and filtering in and out, being stopped by the doormen and bouncers for god only knows what reason.

The music is quite literally pumping, to the point that you can feel the vibrations under your feet. You really need a damn drink right now and the bar is completely packed. You were really happy with your outfit tonight though, choosing it hadn’t been too difficult once you’d found the right dress. It fit your body perfectly, it was black and purple and stopped a little above your knees. Luckily your heels weren’t too high, since you were definitely planning on dancing tonight, preferably without getting blisters.

You sigh defeated, seeing the size of the lines at the bar, as they continue to grow before your eyes.

Until you spot your best friend waving at you from her usual table by the bar. Relief fills you as you get ever closer, where you notice that she’s already gotten a few rounds at the table and of course she couldn’t forgo the shots. That would definitely save you the wait, meaning that you could get this night started right.

“So, I see Mr green eyes is back, he asked about you by the way,” Marie practically shouts into your ear as she pulls you into a hug.

“Yes he is and considering he works here babe, that’s not too strange” you laugh, ignoring her final comment, you pull back to look at her. “Oh and hello to you too by the way” 

“Sorry love I’ll behave. Or I’ll try at least” she winks as you both take your seats. You shake your head at her with a wry smile, unable to stop the scoff falling past your lips. 

“Yeah that’ll be the day, you’re worse than me!” laughing as you clink your shot glasses together, resting a hand over her heart Marie gasps. “Down the hatch, you dork!” you shout over the loud music and that fake hurt dissolves almost immediately making way for her devilish grin beneath.

Your time together is filled with conversations of mutual friends and things you’d both done since last meeting up. Not forgetting the unsuccessful dates you had both been on, Marie can’t help but remark that you’re sexually frustrated. “I dunno what you’re talking about honey, I’m fine. In fact, I’m more than fine. Me and Mr Vibrator have it very much under control” you wink when she snorts with laughter, almost choking on her drink.

“Oh that is not the fucking same Y/N! And you damn well know it!” replying through a laugh while pushing another shot towards you. You roll your eyes but you can’t help but smile at her. You’d really missed this and as usual Marie understood more than she knew. “Nothing like a good hard fucking, which you so clearly need!” 

“I am not fucking some stranger! You know that’s just not me, besides who says some random guy is gonna be any good” you reason as she shrugs at your answer. 

“Doesn’t have to be a complete and total stranger. We both know someone who is just dying to get into those twisted panties of yours. Pretty sure that’s a man who knows his way around a woman” she winks, nodding over to where Mr green eyes is now standing, clearly it was time for a switch around at the club, since he’d come inside with one of his buddies and was chatting about something.

“Would you drop it woman! That man is so far out of my league. So can I please just have a great night out with my girl!” you sigh pushing another shot towards her with a pout.

“Fine. I’ll drop it. But he would be lucky to get in those pants” you roll your eyes but can’t help but smile as you take your next shot, she’d always been the best wing woman going.

The drinks keep flowing, thanks to the hot barman that Marie is currently waving at, he had apparently been trying to hook up with her for a while, but she was adamant they were only friends. It doesn’t take very long for the two of you to have a steady buzz going, after around five shots each and whatever cocktails she’d ordered before you’d got there.

“I wanna dance, come on. Please” your friend pouts at you, grabbing at your hand and dragging you off in the direction of the dance floor, she doesn’t give you time to argue. 

Those puppy dog eyes she gives you tends to always do the trick. Although, if you were being honest you were also in the mood for a dance, to try and get some of the pent up energy out of your system. Keeping your fingers crossed that hopefully you could stop your mind from wandering, back to that sexy green eyed doorman, which thanks to your wing woman was becoming increasingly difficult. 

The music was practically vibrating through your entire body as you and Marie stepped onto the dance floor. Christina Aguilera’s Dirty had just started playing, you glance up and spot Mr green eyes across the room, he was with  another doorman now, the only guy that you were aware of who was actually taller than him. To your surprise he’s looking right at you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Marie walks behind you and grabs your hips, pressing herself tight against your back.

“What are you doing woman!” you laugh as she rests her chin on your shoulder, the two of you start to rock to the beat in time with one another, raising your arms in the air as you continue to rock back against her.

“Just go with it! He has not stopped staring at you since we stood up. Not to mention he’s with the tallest man I’ve ever seen and I’ve got the sudden urge to go man climbing” 

You burst out laughing at the serious way she says that, “Want a ride on man mountain huh?” you ask still half laughing as both continue moving to the beat, Marie giggles behind you as the beat speeds up. You’re slowly becoming more distracted as you watch them both move closer, your own hands start moving over your body, keeping your eyes on him the entire time.

You drop down slowly, your ass pressing back into Marie, until you settle back on the heels of your feet, thinking back to a move in the music video for this song. You can feel the muscles of your calves and thighs tense as you lean forward slightly. Slowly sliding your hands down your thighs, stopping at your knees as you part your legs and quickly snap them shut again. Standing slowly, you keep your eyes fixed on Mr. Green eyes, whose fists are currently clenched at his sides. 

You don’t notice the way that his friend is staring at Marie as you push back into her with your ass, both of you laughing as she swats at it playfully and wraps her arms around you from behind. 

However, your happy moods are soon ruined when a drunk group of girls fight to get past you, the one at the front bumps into you and Marie, nearly knocking you both on your asses.

“Watch where you’re going!” she slurs shoving at your shoulders, causing you to stumble back a little unsteady on your heels.

“I’m sorry. What the hell are you talking about? You’re the one who’s clearly drunk off their ass here. You walked into us!” you shout back over the music, resisting the urge to shove her back.

“Get your bitch in line. Nobody talks to my sister like that” one of the other girls squawks, sounding like an angry bird, as they all step closer to the both of you.

“What did you just fucking call her!” Marie snaps, stepping closer to the group. Where she receives a chorus of ‘you heard’ from the group of idiots. “Get your moron sister in line then, if she can’t walk straight she probably shouldn’t be here. She’s clearly had too much and needs to get her childish ass home!” Marie responds irritation lacing her tone as she tries to reason with these people. Just about managing to dodge out of the way just in time to avoid another shove.

“Stop fucking shoving people” you practically growl, finally your control snaps, shoving back as hard as you can, sending one of the girls stumbling back into the group.

“You stupid slut!” the defender shouts, raising her fist. But she’s quickly blocked by a large body and hand that’s twice the size catches her balled up fist.

“I warned you! You’re coming with me, Miss” someone growls to your side, you recognise that voice instantly, you can’t help but grin happily. Not quick enough to move away or turn to look at him properly before he throws you over one of those broad shoulders, causing you to let out an excited scream..

Your eyes search for Marie when you hear her over the music somehow. Finding her in an almost identical position to your own. Once she’s thrown over the giant's shoulder Marie gives you a thumbs up, smacking his ass as he walks away with her. The scenery behind you bumps around, swaying awkwardly as you’re carried through several doors, clinging to the back of his t-shirt for dear life as he walks..

Another door is kicked open, where you feel the cool breeze blow across your almost naked ass.

“So, where are we going Mr. mysterious?” you question, your voice dipping with his every step. 

When suddenly the back door to the club swings closed behind you with a loud bang.

A surprised noise you don’t recognise leaves your lips when he returns your earlier hit. With a harsh slap to your ass. Since apparently your dress had ridden up, it was a little more skin on skin that you’d been expecting. 

You hear him chuckle, right before he tugs the bottom of your dress down and bends over, carefully lowering you until your feet touch the ground again.You look up at him with a smile when his hands grab your hips, making sure that you’re stable on your own. 

Running your hands up his strong chest, your touch remains light, enjoying the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. It’s really dark out here, with no real light. Only a few neon lights to light the alley way.

“I’m not sure that I approve of you manhandling-” your words are silenced when his plump lips suddenly press against yours, with an urgency you hadn’t expected. 

Your hands fist in his tight t-shirt in an attempt to pull his body closer, while he walks you backwards and presses you into the wall. You feel his tongue brush against your lips when they part, gripping your leg tight he hooks it over his hip, rolling his hips into you. You can feel the bulge through his black pants, pressing against the front of your panties, nudging repeatedly at your clit. The way he feels against you only encourages you to rock back against him.

Your tongues finally meet and you can taste the faint whiskey that lingers there, somehow you knew he’d be a whiskey man. 

Your hands move to fist in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours and the groan that fills the back of his throat, he even manages to pull a small moan slips past your lips.

“Name’s Dean by the way” he breathes against your lips, before pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

“Y/N. Fuck…. Dean suits you,” you reply in a breathy moan, throwing your head back against the brick wall as he starts kissing down your neck, pausing to suck and nip marks into your skin.

“Wanted to do this for so long. Getting me told off every time you come in sweetheart, can’t damn well concentrate on the job” he groans against your ear, pushing your dress up around your waist so he can grip your ass tight with those big calloused hands.

“Me too, I would say I was sorry, but I don’t wanna lie” you confess with a half-hearted giggle, gasping when his finger brushes against your soaked pussy from behind, briefly dipping under your panties. 

Your hands slip between the two of you. Dean leans back a little, catching on to what you’re doing, allowing you to undo his belt while he pushes a hand between your legs. You whimper when his fingers start to run back and forth over the front of your damn panties.

Once his pants are open you shove them down those gorgeous bow legs as far as you can. Dean lets out a throaty groan when your fingers wrap around his thick hard length. Letting his forehead drop forward against yours when you start to move your hand over him, up and down, feeling the thick muscle throb against your palm.

“You’re so wet baby, can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock” Dean whispered huskily against your lips, pushing your panties to the side, he eases two thick fingers inside you. 

Your free hand clings to his bicep, looking into his eyes as your pussy stretches deliciously around his fingers. The perfect drag against your tight walls as he starts moving his fingers inside you, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.

“Dean, fuck me. Please. I need you inside me” you whine desperately, rolling your hips down into his hand, pushing his fingers deeper. 

Chuckling deep and breathy, Dean curls his fingers teasingly as your thumb swipes across the swollen tip, smearing the thick pre-come down his length. 

Which triggers you both to moan into each other's mouths. 

Pulling your hands away from one another, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, as he sucks his slick covered fingers between his plump lips. Transfixed you watch the way his tongue swirls around his fingers and he moans, keeping his darkened green eyes locked on yours. As he pulls them from his mouth with an audible pop.

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice sweetheart” he tells you with a grin and that panty dropping wink.

You can faintly hear the music that’s playing in the club, the bass pounding against your back. The lyrics you manage to hear work so damn well for your current situation and you’re almost convinced that Marie had requested it. 

‘Sometimes you need it so bad, it’s enough to drive a young girl mad.’

You jump when he taps your leg, that bad boy twinkle still very much present in those gorgeous eyes of his. He lifts you easily, slamming you back against the wall. You whimper at the force of it, the rough brick scraping against your back and arms, as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Gripping his cock Dean watches it slip through your slick folds, his own lips parting, pulling breathy moans and whimpers from you. “You want my cock sweetheart? You want it hard, right where anyone could see us?” Dean rasps, fingers digging into your ass as he shifts you slightly. 

“Fuck yes! Please, Dean!” 

Your hands push into the hair at the back of his neck gripping tightly when he finally stops teasing and lines up with your entrance. Catching his bottom lip between your lips you suck gently, before dragging your teeth over it as he slowly enters your welcoming heat. 

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream and you squeeze your eyes shut, finally releasing his lip when he thrusts up into you hard, causing the rough bricks to cut into your back. 

Dean hisses in pain when your fingers dig into his scalp, hair woven between your fingers as you tug. Pulling back he repeats the action, quickly thrusting his hips forward roughly plunging back into your soaking wet pussy.

Picking up a slow steady rhythm, deep and powerful, his teeth tug at the skin along your collarbone, creating a little sting of pain which only adds to the pleasure. Tugging the front of your dress out of the way with the cup of your bra, he keeps those green eyes locked on yours as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tugging with his plump lips and sharp teeth. Groaning against your skin he swirls that talented tongue around the slowly hardening bud, the snap of his hips pushing your heels into his firm ass.

You’re forced to slap a hand over your mouth when he thrusts particularly hard, to stop yourself from screaming his name, feeling the coil in your stomach beginning to wind and clench as the head of his cock bumps repeatedly against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. 

There’s the obvious feeling when his lips pull into a smile against your breast, he draws back, dragging those perfect white teeth over the stiff peak. One of his big hands wraps around your wrists and pins them back against the wall as his thrusts begin to speed up.

“Don’t hold it in. Wanna fucking here you screaming for me. I don’t care who hears you begging for my cock” he practically growls, fingers flexing against your ass cheek as the blunt nails dig into your skin.

Your head is swimming with his words, every feeling amplified by the thought of anyone catching you both in the act. “Holy shit you’ve got a dirty mouth, Dean” you pant against his lips, nails digging into your palms. The scratching of the rough brick as it drags against your soft skin, causes you to whimper with every snap of his hips.

“And don’t you just love it, bad girl,” he grunts with an edge of a chuckle, when he feels your pussy starting to flutter around his cock, squeezing and clamping down. Your only answer is filled with nonsensical and incoherent sentences, the only thing that comes out clearly is the chanting of his name, with a mixture of mumbled cussing and pleas. 

Your thighs start to shake as Dean squeezes a hand between the two of you, rough calloused fingers pressing against your clit, hard fast circles as his fingers tighten around your wrists.

“Fuck Dean! Just like that, please!” 

Your head drops back against the wall, only seeing the black night sky and stars, which starts to mix with the neon lights as the feeling overwhelms you. Your orgasm hits you hard, rocketing through your every nerve ending like lightning, but Dean doesn’t stop thrusting. 

“Son of bitch! Should have done this ages ago. So damn perfect Y/N. Gonna fucking fill you up sweetheart”

Clenching his jaw Dean presses his face into your neck, his hot breath against your skin. 

The hand that’s gripping your wrists drops, resting against the wall as he bucks into your pussy at an uncontrollable pace, your slick soaking his thighs. 

The vibrations of his every growl and moan, mixed with the pounding of his hips. Only serving to prolong your orgasm, so much so that you’re forced into another mind blowing climax, pushing Dean into his own release right behind you. You feel his orgasm hit, causing his thighs to shake under your ass. 

A huff of air is released from your lungs when Dean practically collapses on top of you, leaning on his hand as much as possible.

You quickly feel his weight shift as he pulls his chest away from yours slightly, you feel him smile against your lips when he presses a kiss to them. You can’t help but whimper at the loss and sensitivity when he pulls his hips back, his softening cock slipping from inside you. 

“Did I miss something? What’s so funny. Mr green eyes?” you smile back, still breathing a little heavily as he helps you rearrange your dress and pulls up his black pants and boxers. 

Shrugging he turns to look over his shoulder, following his line of sight your heart almost jumps out of your chest. There’s a security camera sitting just under the guttering, red light blinking away undisturbed.

“I guess for someone in security I probably should’ve remembered that was there, huh?” he laughs still out of breath, scratching at the back of his neck. 

“You think!?” you exclaim doing your best to sound annoyed, until the laughter starts to bubble up in your throat. “Get your ass in there and get that video!” you playfully scold him, making sure to smack that tight little ass.

“You want me to wipe it from the record?” he asks with a smirk and that bad boy twinkle in his eyes.

Biting your lip you shake your head, “Just do what you need to. Get it and let's go” 

“You’re a bad influence on me sweetheart” the wink he throws your way says otherwise.

“I might have believed that, if you hadn’t just fucked my brains out, in the alley against the building where you work” you laugh gently pushing him towards the back door you’d both left through earlier.

“Touche” Dean chuckles, grabbing your hand and tugging you inside. 

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[dariatargarien]

Just out of the blue I started writing a fanfiction and now I don’t know what to do with myself.

[fuiabarcelos]

Supernatural (Taylor’s version)

Hello hunters and Swifties!

I love reading supernatural stories inspired by songs and I'm addicted to Taylor Swift, so I decided to recommend stories inspired by her songs.

If I find more stories I might think about doing a part 2 or an update.

1 - Speak Now: By @darling-i-read-it

“Based on the song speak now”

Info: One shot - 1100 Words

Warnings: “Hexing being a bad thing, weddings, Fluff.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

2 - Speak Now: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7, Episode 8) During a trip that was meant to be a vacation, (Y/n) and Dean are met with some very surprising new from Sam and an old face.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: One shot - 1695 Words.

Warnings: “Drugging, threats of violence” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

3 - When I saw your face: By @seriesxwriting

The story of how enchanted it was to meet Sam Winchester.

Info: One shot - 2069 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking, swearing?” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

4 - I Remember it All Too Well: By @bi-bard

“The story of the two hunters that lasted far longer than they should’ve. Each chapter shows that Sam and (Y/n) were either meant to last a lifetime or fall apart at the seams. (I used season 11 as a reference for ages)”

Info: One shot - 4905 Words.

Warnings: “Break-up, unhealthy relationship, arguing, cussing, I made Sam a terrible person and I'm not sorry about it.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All too well (10 minute version).

5 - All You Had to do Was Stay: By @hellooo-tricksters

“When Sam jumped into the pit, you were devastated, you thought you would never get him back. Then he returns and he is not who he used to be, he is rude, aggressive and cheats on you. He goes, and after a year he returns at your door.”

Info: One shot -  2172 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, a little angst and maybe a little fluff too.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All you had to do was stay. 

6 -  How You Get the Girl:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“ It has been 6 months since you’ve last seen Sam. And now he decides to show up? “

Info: One shot - 1627 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, smut if you squint I think…”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: How You get the girl.

7 - Welcome to New York: By @d-s-winchester

An AU series, where each chapter is inspired by a song from the album 1989.

Info: Series - 13 Chapters. 

Warnings: “Angst, drinking, language, smut sorta” (Most of the chapters have no warning.)  Warnings described by the creator.

Songs: Welcome to New York, Blank space, Style, Out of the Woods, All You Had To Do Was Stay, Shake it off, I Wish You Would, Bad blood, Wildest Dreams, How You Get The Girl, This Love, I Know Places and Clean.

8 - Gorgeous: By @justagirlinafandomworld

“Sam Winchester ruined your life. And he might know it.”

Info: Drabble - 100 words.

Warnings: “Secondhand embarrassment probably. Maybe feel a little called out?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Gorgeous.

9 - Paper rings: By @bi-bard

“(Season 12) After everything happened with the British Men of Letters and the return of Mary Winchester, Sam does a lot of thinking about his future. Specifically, his future with his partner.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: Drabble - 983 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of torture” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Paper rings.

10 -  The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7) Sam had been struggling since he had come back from the cage. As his condition worsens, (Y/n) tries everything to help him.”

Info:  Drabble - 746 Words

Warnings: “hallucinations, past trauma”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Peace.

11 - Look at this idiotic fool that you made me: By @bi-bard

“(Y/n) finally puts their foot down with Sam. Sam trips over it.”

Info: Drabble - 787 Words

Warnings: “mentions of sex”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: illicit affairs

1 -  Head First, Fearless: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

“ “But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absent mindedly makin’ me want you” from Fearless by Taylor Swift!”

Info: One shot - 2048 Words

Warnings: All the fluff!  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Fearless.

2 - Enchanted:  By @d-s-winchester

“All I can say is I was, Enchanted to meet you”

Info: One shot - 1428 Words.

Warnings: “Language, fluff” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

3 - Speak now:  By @d-s-winchester​

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Info: One shot - 1305 Words.

Warnings: “None.” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

4 - Red:   By @d-s-winchester

“Missing him was dark gray, all alone”

Info: One shot -1048 Words

Warnings: “Sadness, heartbreak, death, dealing with death” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Red.

5 - All to well: By @the-winchester-pie​

Info: One shot - 2071 Words

Warnings: Angst?

Song: All too well. 

6 -  I’d Say I Love You Even at Your Darkest: By @bi-bard

“Doubt and guilt creeps in and convinces Dean to run for the hills. (Y/n) refuses to let Dean believe that they would ever be happier without him.”

Info: One shot - 1838 Words.

Warnings: “Self-doubt, arguing, cussing”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Forever winter.

7 - Style:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Dean and the reader are in a no strings attached relationship since they met on a hunt. It passionate, steamy and complicated, but they keep returning on the same path, not matter which road they take.”

Info: One shot - 1869 Words.

Warnings: “Slight smut, mainly mentioning of it, maybe swearing, cheating?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator. 

Song: Style.  

8 -  Dorothea: By @imaginestuffs

“Dean “doesn’t like” your music, or so he says.”

Info: Drabble - 913 Words.

Warnings: “ A few curse words I believe, and fluff!!”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Dorothea.

9 - Bloodmoonlit: By @moonlightspencie

“ Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).”

Info: One shot - 5400 Words.  

Warnings: “Drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Glitch.

1 -  I'll Let You In: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7 + 9) After gaining his memory back, Castiel has to leave to go help the Winchesters. (Y/n) promises to leave the door open to him. They weren’t expecting him to actually come back.”

Info: One shot - 2490 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of death”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: That’s When.

2 - Shake it off: By @kaz2y5-imagines

Dean and Sam find you and Castiel dancing "Shake it off" in the bunker.

Info: One shot - 1696 Words.

Warnings: None?

Song: Shake it off.

3 - Bad blood:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Castiel finds the reader after they broke up 3 months ago. It was ugly, hard and painful, but now, now she works for Crowley. She’s a demon and she’s got all the right ways to show him what he did to her. He’ll pay.”

Info: One shot - 1439 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, torture...slightly… Demon!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Bad blood.

 4 - My lover:  By @swiftlymoniquesblog

Info: Drabble - 574 Words.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of relationship doubts

Song: Lover.

5 -  I'm setting off, but not without my muse: By @bi-bard

“ Monsters are known for terrifying people. Some monsters even scare themselves.”

Info: One shot - 1575 Words. 

Warnings: “Character death, angst, suicide (seriously, read with caution)”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: The lakes.

6 -  And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now: By @bi-bard​

“ (Y/n) had grown up with the Winchesters, but Castiel was the one who really took on a father role over the years. (Y/n) has to cope with losing him and having someone else claim to be his kid.”

Info: Drabble - 866 words

Warnings: “Mentions of death, grieving, Child!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Marjorie.

7 - Safe and sound:  By @d-s-winchester

Info: One shot - 1231 Words.

Warnings: None  - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Safe and sound.

If you guys know of more supernatural stories inspired by taylow swift songs, let me know as I might put them in part 2/update.

Enjoy the stories!

To the writers: You are amazing!

[baby-blossoms]

Butterfly

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic, but he’s kind of an ass in this one.)

Summary/Request: Hi lovely, can you write a DeanxReader where reader is a lot younger than Dean, but they are in love and Sam sees that she has a bunch of hickeys from Dean and he makes fun of her for it and for how much younger she is and he goes a little too far and the Reader gets upset and then Dean walks in and he gets mad at Sam and it ends V FLUFFY (Sorry if anything is too specific I just saw from another post that you were okay with more specific requests)

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: Blasphemy (using the lord's name in vain), cussing, Sam is a bit of an ass in this one, mentions of anxiety about unrequited love, VERY fluffy with Dean 

    You yawned and stretched, having just woken up from a very deep sleep. Turning to your side, Dean was next to you, still wrapped up in an apparently nice dream. He had a small content smile dancing across his lips, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again. Every little moment with him reminded you why you fell for him so hard and so fast. The man was not only a legend among hunters but also very well known for surfing from girl to girl. You would’ve never imagined that you would be the person that made Dean Winchester stop in his tracks. You hadn’t even actively pursued him. Dean claimed that he knew from the moment he saw you that he was gonna fall in love with you.

    “You turned me into a damn teddy bear.”

He would always complain to you. 

    You would just smile and give him a soft hum in affirmation. He was still a little rough around the edges so to say. He didn’t hesitate to tear anyone to pieces if they threatened you or Sam, but you got to see a whole different side to Dean when you were alone. Along with Sam. Sam liked you, he really did, he just found it odd, along with a few others, that Dean had fallen in love with you as you were younger than Sam. There was altogether quite a few years separating you and Dean, but you weren’t anywhere near a child, so you personally didn’t see any problem in it. You and Dean were two consenting adults that loved each other, and you couldn’t comprehend why some people just couldn’t accept that.

    You stared at Dean for a few more minutes, practically radiating love toward him, before you finally decided to force yourself out of bed. Yawning a few more times, you shuffled your way toward the bunker’s kitchen and hoped to god that Sam had already made coffee. Much to your enthusiasm, Sam had indeed made a pot of coffee, and you happily poured yourself and Dean a cup. You stood in the kitchen, just taking in the delectable smell of your coffee. It always smelled better than it tasted, but damn if that coffee didn’t taste like a little cup of heaven.

    “Hey there, Pongo.”

    You turned to find Sam leaning against the wall opposite to you, smirking like a middle schooler who just made a sex joke. You raised an eyebrow. Sam’s smile faded, apparently expecting you to react positively to his ‘clever’ joke. 

    “It’s the- you know… The dog in 101 Dalmatians. Haven’t you seen that movie, or is it too old for you?”

You couldn’t force back a heavy eye-roll at that point. 

    “Oh of course I haven’t seen that classic Disney movie, Sam. It’s not like kids nowadays are watching it, too. Pongo was a boy, by the way, Perdita is the girl, it would’ve been more fitting.”

Sam laughed, taking a sip of his own coffee.

    “Sorry I haven’t watched the movie recently, I forgot it was practically a few weeks ago you were watching cartoons and singing along to Disney movies.”

    You bit back a scathing remark, getting more irritated with Sam by the minute. You wished you had covered the love bites Dean had left down your neck and across your collarbones.

    “Jesus, Sam,” you murmured, “could you give it a rest for one day?” 

Sam chuckled once more, then turned to continue whatever task he had stopped seemingly purely to poke fun at you.

    You loved Sam a hell of a lot, but it got to you quickly when he constantly mocked you for being so young. Especially when he brought Dean into the picture. You could see how Dean dating someone younger than him could come across as a bit odd to Sam at first, but after so many months, you were ready for him to leave you alone in that regard. No longer quite as at peace as you were moments ago, you simply finished off your coffee and took Dean his own. 

    Entering the room the two of you shared, you sat next to Dean on the bed. He still slept deeply, murmuring your name a few times in his sleep, much to your delight. Finally, you decided to actually wake him up before his coffee got cold. Dean was no faster to get up than you were. He smiled tiredly at you when you finally managed to wake him, and delivered a soft kiss to your cheek. He gently took his coffee from you and didn’t bother to savor the flavor. He practically chugged it down. He set down the mug and stretched his more than likely sore muscles with a dramatic groan of effort.  You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest, kissing every inch of your face he could manage to as you squirmed in his grip. 

    “Good morning, baby.”

    He whispered. You almost melted. His morning voice was like pure ambrosia to you. You smiled and relaxed into his arms, snaking your own around him. He was warm, full of love, and all of it was yours. Dean Winchester loved you with everything in him, and God it felt good. 

    “I love you, Dean.” 

    He chuckled softly, catching your lips in another soft kiss before he slowly pulled away and looked at you fully. 

    “I love you more than anything, Y/n.”

    No matter how many times he told you, your heart still fluttered wildly like a caged butterfly. You hummed in content, resting your cheek on his bare chest, and listening to his heartbeat. The slow steady rhythm of Dean’s heart lulled you back into a light sleep, leading you into sweet dreams of him.

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    You woke up disappointed to say the least. You were no longer laying on Dean, and he was nowhere to be seen. Wandering out into the halls of the bunker, you looked around for Dean for a little while before finding your way into the library. Sam sat in a red chair next to a small bookshelf, books piled around him. He was hunched over a thick ancient looking book, his brows creased in concentration. 

    “Hey, Sammy!”

    You called happily. He took a moment to break his focus from the book, probably wanting to finish whatever page or paragraph he was on.

    “What’s up?” he asked. 

He definitely seemed to want to get back to reading, but being Sam, he was probably trying not to be rude. You stood there for a moment awkwardly, not particularly keen on mentioning Dean in fear of him immediately starting a tirade of jokes that you wouldn’t find amusing. You didn’t really have any other reason to be bothering him though. What came out was a sad excuse for small talk.

    “How’s the book?”

    Sam looked between you and the book in confusion for a minute, then replying slowly,

    “I mean… It’s good. No Pulitzer or anything. Did you need it for something or…?”

You shook your head quickly,

    “No, I was just…”

Sam cut you off, a light bulb virtually popping up over his head.

    “You’re just looking for Dean, aren’t you?”

You laughed at your own awkwardness and nodded your head in affirmation. Your smile faded when Sam continued,

    “Didn’t they teach you how to ask questions directly in middle school? I can’t believe you don’t remember- it being, what? Two years ago?”

You rolled your eyes.

    “Yeah, really funny, Sam. Seriously, do you know where Dean is?”

    Sam grinned at you widely, responding without hesitation,

    “Have you checked the nearest high schools? Middle Schools? Hell, he might be robbing another cradle for all we know, Y/n.”

Your frustration was building quickly, and so were the tears in your eyes that you refused to let fall.

    “What is your problem, Sam? Can’t you tell these jokes aren’t funny anymore? You’re being immature!”

You responded, your voice shaking lightly.

    “You can’t lecture me about being immature, Y/n. I mean, you practically just hit puberty.”

He replied. You could feel your face getting red, and you were practically sweating from the anger boiling inside of you.

    “That’s disgusting, Sam!”

Sam chuckled,

    “Almost as disgusting as thinking of you two dating when Dean was 18. He’d have to kiss your mom to get the message to you!”

    Before you had the chance to respond, Dean’s voice was roaring behind you.

    “Why don’t you learn when to shut the hell up, Sam?” 

You turned to Dean in surprise, wondering how much he had heard. He set down a takeout bag on one of the tables and gestured for you to come toward him.

    “What’s disgusting is harassing Y/n with the same shit every day. The jokes were funny when we were younger, but now you’re just making yourself look like an ass.” Dean glared at Sam as you made your way toward him. “Here's your goddamn rabbit food.” He harshly took the bag off the table and launched it toward Sam, then gently took your hand and lead you back to your room.

    Dean didn’t say a word until he slammed the door shut behind the two of you. You stared at anything but him, worried that this would damage your relationship. You were always scared Sam’s jokes would get to Dean too, and he’d finally start seeing things the way Sam did.  

    “Baby, look at me.” 

You forced yourself to look Dean in the eyes. Terrified of the thought that he might not love you as much as you did him. The thought that he might not love you enough to put up with moments like these was almost drowning you in doubt and anxiety.

    “Sam’s just being a dick because he hasn’t been laid in months. There’s nothing wrong with how old we are. We’re both adults and Sam’s opinion doesn’t mean shit. He’s probably got his panties in a twist that he’s not the one who gets to wake up to your smile every morning.”

    You smiled tenderly at Dean, your heart easing up at his words. Dean set down the takeout bag and advanced toward you. He tilted your head up, kissing you passionately. You felt yourself relax fully into him, and smile against his lips. When he finally broke away, he smiled excitedly at you and picked up the takeout bag once more. 

    “I got us burgers and y/f pie!”

    You couldn’t help but laugh at the excitement in his voice. He was always so happy at the aspect of making you happy. How could you ever doubt his love? You both made your way to the bed, and Dean handed you a slightly greasy styrofoam box that contained one of the best bacon cheeseburgers you’d ever tasted. You both ate happily in silence. 

    Halfway through your y/f pie, you felt Dean’s stare. You looked over to him to find him smiling warmly at you. He hadn’t even started eating his pie. 

    “What’s wrong?”

You asked after swallowing down a mouthful of your pie. Dean laughed and shook his head, replying,

    “I was just wondering how you look so god damn beautiful no matter what you’re doing.”

    Dean really had a talent for making your heart melt. You smiled at him, putting the last of your pie off to the side.

    “You really are turning into a teddy bear.” 

You replied. Dean laughed once more, reaching out and pulling you into his arms. You laughed with him, and kissed him. 

    “I love you, Dean.” 

You whispered. Closing your eyes, you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

    “I love you more than anything, Y/n.” 

Your heart fluttered like a caged butterfly.

[trekkienatural]

i need brain bleach asap

[imagining-supernatural]

She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie

Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott! (377 words) Song 10 from Deluxe Edition

You ever see someone and you don’t know a thing about them except that the single most important reason for their existence is to bring bright rays of sunshine to the ever-darkening world?

That’s my girl. Y/N.

You ain’t ever seen someone so beautiful and funny and darn right perfect as she is.

Now you might think that I’m biased. I suppose I am. I am hopelessly in love with her, after all. That does lend its hand to some kind of bias. But I also know for a fact that I’m not making this up. I’m not the only person who can see her this way.

Everywhere we go, she’s the center of attention. Not on purpose. She doesn’t even notice it. But as soon as we go anywhere, people are drawn to her. They want to get to know her. They see her smile and become addicted instantly. If I ever leave her alone at a bar, even just to grab some drinks, I always return to some guy trying his luck and hoping for her number.

So, you see, I’m not just making this up. She’s special. Everyone can see it.

And I’m the lucky one she goes home with every night. It’s my lap she sits on after turning down the heartbroken bastard at the bar. It’s my hand hers fits in so perfectly when we stroll down the boardwalk. And my lips are the lucky ones that know every inch of her body.

So I can’t really blame anyone who tries to wiggle their way into her life. Hell, I was there. I was the star-struck soul at the bar blinded by her spotlight. And now I can’t take her anywhere without everyone watching. It doesn’t bother me. Maybe if she gave any sort of indication that she didn’t love me, I would mind the way guys’ eyes follow her ass when she walks away. But she’s mine, and there is no question in my mind about that.

So let the fellas at the bar puff out their chests and flash their fancy watches. Let them flirt and fish for her attention. Let them try.

Because at the end of the day it’s my bed that her sunshine bright smile is warming.

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One-shot: Re-Enchanted

Summary: After a hunt that didn’t end as good as she wanted, Y/N spends a movie night with her friend, Gabriel. The Archangel has an idea to cheer her up and maybe push Dean and Y/N to realize their feelings. But nothing goes as it was supposed to be.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Other characters: Sam WInchester, Gabriel

Words count: 8656 words

Warnings: Reader feeling down, FLUFF, cursed words (one or two I think?), did I say FLUFF?, mutual pining, FLUUUFFF

Beta-reader: @ireblogcauseiappreciateyou Thank you so much 💖You’re the best!

A/N: Originally written for @alleiradayne​‘s 2020 Supernatural Summer Shut-in Challenge but I thought it didn’t really fit the genre and the prompt so I didn’t use it as an entry. However, I really liked the story and I wanted to write something about the movie Enchanted so I thought it could be great to post it anyway.

You don’t need to have watched the movie Enchanted, but it’s highly recommended! There’s a lot of references. Also it’s very cheesy and I apologize for it ^^”

Enjoy and feel free to reblog and/or comment ;)

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After several months of running all over the country, jumping from one case to another, you could finally spend a lazy night in the bunker. No demons, no monsters, no witches to hunt. Just you, a big bowl of popcorn, and a TV. You loved Dean for choosing such a huge screen.

“Hi there, Sugar!” Gabriel jumped into the couch, right next to you, bumping you slightly in the process, making you grunt at the sudden weight against you. The archangel simply ignores you as he plunges his hand into the popcorn, stuffing his mouth with the sweets.

“Long time no see, Gabe. How have you been?” You asked as you shift more comfortably into the couch.

“Same old, same old,” Gabriel waved his hand before he let his arm fall over your shoulders, pulling your body into his. You moved again, your head resting against his shoulder, leaning on Gabriel a bit more as you tucked your legs underneath you.

You let out a content sight, feeling carefree for the first time since a long time. Gabriel was one of your best friends, he spent his time with you whenever he could, which was a lot if you were honest, and you wouldn’t complain about it. The archangel was someone very funny and nice, and it was a pleasure to be near him. You loved his humor and his little pranks, especially when you weren’t on the receiving end.

The both of you fell silent as your attention fell back onto the movie. Once in a while, Dean would let you use his Dean cave and you had to admit the man outdid himself with the room. Everything you would need to spend the perfect movie night was here. Well, almost everything.

You loved Gabriel to death, really. But there was someone else you were closer to, and you smiled fondly when you thought about what he would say about your movie choices.

“Oh man, come on! You’re watching that chick-flick? Again?” Dean asked as he entered the room. Not you nor Gabriel moved, your eyes still focused on the screen.

“Patrick Dempsey.” Gabriel and you said at the same time, like it was the only natural explanation.

You didn’t see Dean rolling his eyes at your comment, as you were too focused on the screen. You watched Gisele landing in the middle of Manhattan while you put some caramelized popcorn in your mouth, the sweet treat melting on your tongue.

This movie was your guilty pleasure and you weren’t shy of showing it. Yes, you were a hunter. Yes, you were a badass. Yes, you knew the horrible truth, monsters existed in this world, killing innocent people and turning their insignificant and boring lives into nightmares. That was exactly why you needed your chick-flick moments. You were a hunter but you were also a human being before everything. Since you were a kid, you loved fairy tales and happy endings. You knew you would never have a happy ending with this life but it didn’t hurt to still hope and dream about it.

Dean’s groans broke your concentration and you spared him an angry glance, sticking out your tongue at him before you turned back into your movie.

“You’re one to speak, Dean-o,” Gabriel smirked at Dean. “We all know you have a soft spot for handsome doctors.”

Dean scoffed at Gabriel’s words, shifting from one foot to the other, crossing and uncrossing his arms, not really knowing what to do with his body.

“This guy is not, Dr. Sexy!” Dean stressed the words, pointing at the screen when Patrick Dempsey appeared on the screen. “They are totally different characters,” Dean added firmly. His favorite TV show has nothing in common with the other supposed medical drama show Patrick Dempsey was in.

“Hush you two. It’s the interesting part,” You say to the two men, adjusting your head on Gabriel’s shoulder.

You saw Dean’s body coming into your peripheral vision, as the man was looking for something. You ignored his presence as you concentrated on your movie, you let out a happy sigh as Gabriel started to thread his fingers in your hair. This was a perfect night: best movie, best candies, bestie at your side. You were totally oblivious of what was going on around you.

***

Gabriel wasn’t really watching the movie, he knew it by heart, for having watched it so many times. No, something more funny and interesting was going on in the room. He glanced secretly at Dean who suddenly stopped in his quest of whatever he was looking for when he heard your sigh.

The hunter looked at you and Gabriel, not so discreetly, his jaw clenching when he saw the intimate gestures the archangel was giving you. It was totally friendly but Dean didn’t know that.

An amused smile stretched Gabriel’s lips and he quickly hid it behind your head as he kissed it, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. It wasn’t rare for Gabriel to be so touchy with you, the archangel loved cuddles and it didn’t take him too long to know you craved it too. It was totally platonic, the both of you knew it.

But Dean didn’t.

And Gabriel was enjoying every second of this sweet torture. He loved how Dean’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, how his eyes darkened as his gaze zoomed on the spot where Gabriel’s lips rested on your head, how his body was slightly trembling with jealousy or how tight his lips were sealed to prevent himself from saying something.

“Need something?” Gabriel asked casually.

Dean jumped slightly at his question, unaware that he was staring at the both of you. He licked his lips and searched around him, grabbing the nearest thing: a pair of earphones. He waved the thing, as a way to tell Gabriel he had found what he was looking for, then left the room in a hurry.

A cheshire cat’s smile appeared on Gabriel’s lips while you remained totally oblivious, you were too deeply focused on your movie to notice anything.

Interesting.

***

You woke up feeling dizzy and your head hurting as if a herd of elephants had stepped on it the whole night. Carefully you opened your eyes, squeezing them shut quickly as the bright light assaulted you. You blinked a few times before you opened them once and for good. The first thing that hit you was that you didn’t recognize where you were. The last thing you remembered was spending the night with Gabriel. You don’t even remember falling asleep.

“Are you alright?” You heard a strange, chipmunk voice asking you.

That’s when your fuzzy brain registered something you haven’t noticed yet. As you looked around the room, searching for the owner of the voice, you felt that something was wrong. The place and the furniture around you didn’t look like what you were used to. Everything was so colorful and...cartoonish?

“Someone dreamed of her prince, right?” The chipmunk voice giggled and that’s when your eyes fell on the little squirrel standing at your feet.

Your eyes widened, your mouth slack opened as you saw the tiny creature climbing along your legs, finally sitting on your lap, big, brown eyes staring at you.

You jumped from the bed you were sitting on and ran towards the nearest mirror, not believing your own eyes. Your cartoonish reflection looking back at you.

“What the hell?!” You asked your own reflection, your fingers pressed against your face.

***

It took you a bit of time to comprehend what was going on. Apparently you were right in the middle of your favorite movie and for whatever reason, you were the main character, Gisele. Except that the cartoonish characters around you knew your real name, and this little detail didn’t seem to bother them. You stood in the middle of the room, totally speechless as you watched the many (too many) cartoonish forest animals dancing and singing around you. If they wanted you to sing along, it would be over your dead body!

Despite your refusal to play along, the movie kept on going and soon, too soon, the deers and birds looked at something behind you, stuttering and suddenly afraid. Uh-oh...

Being chased by a giant troll isn’t something funny. Within your career as a hunter you’ve seen a lot of weird things, but this had to top everything else.

“Get the hell out of here!” You yelled at the monster who was crawling on the same tree branch you were currently using as a safe space.

And just like in the movie that you knew by heart, the weight of the little chipmunk sent the troll far, far away and leaving you alone holding onto the frail branch as if your life depended on it. There was no way, the tiny creature could save you, you knew what was going to happen next. You closed your eyes and reluctantly let go of the branch, feeling your body falling quickly and heavily. You screamed through the fall because let’s be honest it was scary and the branches that hit you in your fall weren’t leaving a nice feeling to your body. Finally, you landed on something soft and warm, and felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around you.

“Oh my gosh…” You sighed, feeling relieved to still be alive, being an immortal cartoon character had its perks. You lifted your eyes slowly, ready to see Prince Edward from Andalasia for the very first time, and more particularly the one who played the character.

“Sam?” You said, totally bewildered as you were expecting James Marsden instead.

But Sam Winchester, your friend and hunting partner, was the one wearing the burgundy outfit instead. He was a cartoon as well but you could recognize his face easily.

“Yes, it’s me! And you are?” Sam asked you, a strange look written all over his face as if it was the first time he saw you.

“Y/N. Come on this isn’t funny. I don’t know what’s going on but we need to do something.” You said, as you tried to climb down from the horse you fell onto but Sam held you tight, keeping you in place.

“Oooh Y/N! You’re right. We shall be married in the morning!” As if his sudden (and not romantic at all) wedding proposal wasn’t surprising you enough, you fell speechless when you heard him starting to sing.

“You were made…” Sam sang, expecting you to finish the song.

“I’m not singing.” You said plainly, pushing against his chest to free yourself.

Everything froze around you, as if the time had stopped. You looked around and quickly your eyes fell onto the only thing that was still moving.

“Gabriel.” You should have known it was because of him. Who else would have enough power to create all of this?

“Come on, Sugar. Sing along!” The archangel said with energy, coming closer to you and holding out his hand to help you get down from the horse.

“What does all of this mean?” You asked, feeling furious and you weren’t going to let his funny cartoonish look disturb you.

“Consider it as a well-needed break.” Gabriel started to explain. “Don’t be mad. I know you’re feeling down lately-”

“Of course I’m feeling down, we lost an innocent on our last hunt.” You reminded him, you had explained everything the night before. “The guy is dead because of me.”

It was Gabriel’s turn to stop you. “That is not your fault. Those things happen.”

You rolled your eyes at that and crossed your arms upon your chest, showing Gabriel your back. You were going to give him the silent treatment, and you were not in the mood to play in his stupid pranks.

“It’s just a dream, I swear. I wanted to do something nice for you, that’s all.”

“Really?” You turned around, hearing the defeat in his tone. Your arms fell at your sides as you relaxed a bit.

“Well,” You didn’t need to look at him to know there was a mischievous smile curling his lips. Gabriel’s arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Just play along, enjoy it while you can and once you wanna get out of it, all you have to do is to realize what you truly want,” he told you, not even an ounce of wickedness in his voice. He was genuinely worried about you and wanted only your well-being.

“What I truly want?” You parrotted as you broke the embrace, feeling something fishy behind those words.

The Archangel wiggled his eyebrows before disappearing. You called his name several times but he was already gone and you could only count on yourself to get out of here.

“Great…” Was the last thing you had time to say before everything turned black.

And the story started all over again.

And again and again.

After the fifth time, you realized that if you wanted to reach the end of the movie, or this dream or whatever it was, you had to play along just like what Gabe said. Well, you better start doing it, the faster you would reach the end, the faster you would wake up. After all, it was just a dream, nothing could go wrong right? And the fact that Patrick Dempsey was waiting for you was another good reason to keep moving.

***

“So, get this,” Sam entered the library, throwing a newspaper into Dean’s lap.

“Come on man! We’ve just got back, can’t we have a little break?” Dean groaned but picked up the newspaper anyway.

“It’s not that far and there’s already three vics. Looks like a simple salt and burn, it would only take us one day, two at tops.”

Dean kept on reading the article, nodding absentmindedly at his little brother’s words. Sam was right, the three vics were from the same family and each of them died in the same house within weird circumstances. And after the last hunt, Dean knew an easy win was what you needed to cheer you up. With one look, Dean knew that was also the main reason for Sam to go.

Dean slapped his thighs as he stood up. “Alright! Get ready, we’re leaving in ten.”

Sam nodded and headed for his room to get ready, though Dean stopped him in his tracks when he asked him to go and tell you they were leaving.

“She’s still in her room?” Sam asked, a bit surprised when he checked the time. It was already one in the afternoon and now that he thought about it, he hasn't seen you since the night before. There was only one reason for you to stay inside your room for so long. You were more depressed than what Sam thought.

The soft and gentle knock on your door didn’t get any response from you, so Sam knocked again, a bit more firmly. When he still got no answer from you, Sam brought his face closer to the door.

“Y/N? Uh...we found a case. A simple salt and burn case so don’t pack too heavy, ok? We’re leaving in ten,” Sam told you from his side of the door. He turned around, already thinking about what he needed to pack but after a second he glanced at your door again. You still haven’t answered him.

Sam knocked again. “Y/N? You’re awake?” His hand was already turning the doorknob. The door opened a crack, leaving enough room for Sam to take a look inside.

“Y/N?” Sam opened the door completely and entered your room. He came closer to your bed when he spotted you still soundly asleep.

Gently he shook your shoulder, hopeful that the movement would be enough to stir you awake.

“Come on, this is not funny.” Sam tried to chuckle but something deep down his stomach told him you weren’t faking it. “Dean!”

It didn’t take long for Dean to come in. The urgency in his brother’s voice was enough of a warning and when he realized that Sam was in your room, Dean feared the worst. They had tried everything to wake you up but failed miserably. Your chest was moving up and down which meant you were asleep, and more importantly still alive. There was no trace of pain on your face, on the contrary, a small smile adorned your peaceful face.

“What’s going on?” Dean walked back and forth in front of your bed while Sam kept staring at you, thinking deeply.

“Do you think it’s a curse?” Sam offered but both brothers were quick to ditch the possibility, it’s been a few months since your last encounter with a witch.

“I don’t know. A demon maybe?” Dean tried but he didn’t know what could have put you in this state. The bunker was the safest place in the world, nothing could enter and hurt them here.

“Why does it always have to be something evil with you two?” Gabriel asked from the corner of the room, his sudden appearance making both Winchesters jump.

“Gabe! You have to do something. You have to help her.” Dean was quick to reach the Archangel, not bothering about the fact that he just appeared for no reason.

“Oh I’m already helping her, don’t worry,” Gabriel pushed Dean slightly on the side so he could come closer and sit at your feet. A fond smile on his lips as he watched you sleep peacefully.

The Winchesters remained silent, staring at Gabriel expectantly, waiting for more information from him. The archangel rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, how could those two idiots be still alive, after so many years was beyond him. They were so slow sometimes.

“I’m the one who put her under the sleeping spell.” Sometimes it was better to say it straight if you wanted to get to the main point quickly.

“What?” The Winchester brothers said in sync.

“She’s having the time of her life! Well...she’s going to if she relaxes and lets go.” Gabriel announced, proud of himself. Though his own satisfaction disappeared quickly when Dean grabbed him by the collar and pushed him strongly against the nearest wall.

“Wake. Her. Up.” Dean seethed lowly, he was ready to beat the hell out of Gabriel if he needed to. Super powerful archangel or not.

“Now, now,” Gabriel easily freed himself from Dean’s tight grip. “That’s not my job.”

“And whose job is it?” Sam asked, he was calmer than his older brother but he needed just one more tiny push before feeling the need to kill Gabriel himself.

“Prince Not So Charming over here,” Gabriel replied, his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at Dean.

“What?” Dean’s eyes widened. He didn’t have time to react when Gabriel stopped in front of him, pressing two fingers to his forehead.

“One rule: play along and be honest,” he whispered before Dean fell unconscious.

That's how she knows that you love her

That's how you show her you love her (That's how you know)

He didn’t know what was going on anymore. One second he was inside your room, ready to give Gabriel the death sentence, and the other he was sitting in a white carriage in the middle of who knows where.

You've got to show her you need her

Don't treat her like a mind reader (That's how you know)

Dean didn’t know what was the craziest. The fact that he was sitting in a carriage, wearing a monkey suit, or that he was watching you singing and dancing with people, too many people. And you were wearing a dress too! As far as he could, he didn’t remember seeing you in a dress. He had to admit that it suited you. You should wear it more often even though it wouldn’t be practical during a hunt.

That's how she knows that you love her

That's how you know that you love her

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted (He's your love)

The crowd cheered happily once the song was over. It took a few seconds for Dean to understand what was going on. He's heard this song so many times, the monstrous melody was engraved into his brain forever.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You were giggling and clapping enthusiastically as you sat down, sitting in front of Dean. You still were a bit surprised to see Dean instead of Patrick Dempsey. You knew Gabriel was having fun with the three of you, and you had to admit that seeing Sam wearing tights was particularly funny but you still were wondering why Gabriel thought having Dean here as well would be funny. Strangely, you didn’t complain about it. Sure Dean wasn’t Patrick Dempsey but he was still Dean Winchester and you would be lying to yourself if you said that Dean wasn’t easy on the eyes. It was difficult to play at first, having the face of your friend in front of you but you quickly realized that he wasn’t truly Dean, just a dreamy representation, just like Sam.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him when you noticed something different in his eyes. There was a kind of glint in them that wasn’t there before.

“Where the hell are we?” Dean exclaimed grumpily. “And since when are you singing?”

You blinked several times, surprised by his outburst. “Dean? Is that really you?”

“Son of a bitch!” He yelped, shoving away the two doves over his head.

Well, things just get more complicated.

***

“Really, Gabriel?” Sam gave the archangel his best bitchy face, the latter only shrugged, not seeing where the problem was.

Sam grunted as he tried to lift Dean’s unconscious body from the ground. When he cast the spell, Gabriel didn’t see the need to prevent Dean from the heavy fall, it was even a little funny if he was honest. Once Dean was securely thrown over his shoulder, Sam glared at the angel.

“You mind telling me what this is about?”

“She needed a break, ok? She was feeling really, really down yesterday night.” Gabriel started to explain, a mix between seriousness and worry written all over his face.

“We know.” Sam agreed, his anger slowly replaced by sadness. “We were working on it.”

Gabriel scoffed at that. “Right! Another hunt, huh? It worked so well before.”

“Because you think your way is better?” Sam shifted from one foot to another, his brother was kind of heavy.

Gabriel shrugged. He didn’t know if his little plan would work but it was worth the shot. Truth to be told, you and Dean were really stubborn, and if you didn’t play his little game like how Gabriel expected, who knew what would happen.

***

Dean was standing in the middle of a living room, wearing only a bathrobe. He did as you told him and followed your lead. You’ve spent half of the day together, acting like the characters of your movie, and he would lie if he said that he didn’t enjoy the time he had spent with you at the restaurant but he had enough of all this shit already. He didn’t know why he ended up here and he couldn’t care less, what mattered the most was to get you and him out of here, as soon as possible.

“You have to wake up, Y/N.” He told you sharply, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake up the little girl sleeping in the next room.

“Don’t you think I’m trying?” You hissed, using a cushion to hide your bare legs. You were only wearing a shirt, and you wouldn’t feel as embarrassed as you were feeling now if it was Patrick Dempsey instead of Dean. “Gabe told me to play along and that’s what I’m doing.”

“He told me that too,” Dean remembered the last words from Gabriel before he was sent into this nightmare.

“Every time I refuse to follow the movie, it starts all over again. I think if I reach the end of it, I’ll wake up but as for you, I have no idea why you’re here. I mean, you were here but it wasn’t really you before, if you know what I mean?”

“I don’t know the movie. How am I supposed to stop this?” Dean groaned then started to pace in the middle of the room. To be honest, he knew the movie, the big lines anyway. Whenever he watched it with you, Dean was more focused on you than the movie. He loved the fact that it brought a smile to your face every time. Of course, he wasn’t going to admit this out loud.

You sighed and scratched the back of your head. “Just follow my lead.” You stood up and stood in front of him, trying to ignore the fact that Dean Winchester was naked under that bathrobe. “Let’s start a fight.”

“I’m sorry?” Dean blinked several times, totally lost with your plan.

“Come on, yell at me or something.” You encouraged him, waving your hands in the air.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Dean scoffed and took a step aside.

“Really?” You defied, knowing you were heading exactly where you wanted.

“No.”

“No?” Perfect. You were back on track! “Is that the only word that you know? No?”

“What? No!”

“Yeah? No! Over and over again. Every word out of your mouth is ‘no’! It makes me so...angry!” You forced a laugh with the last word, you weren’t in the mood at all, but the show must go on as they say.

“Are you alright?” Dean asked, worried about your sanity. He knew what Gabriel’s tricks could do to a human mind.

You punched him in the chest lightly before calming down. “I’m...I’m wonderful.”

Dean’s face told you he wasn’t buying it.

You were far from wonderful, you perfectly knew what was going to happen next, and it was going to be awkward. Why did it have to be Dean in front of you? Playing your part just became ten times worse. You swallowed hard as you brought your fingers near Dean’s bare chest. Dean froze when he felt your fingers against his skin, just over his heart. It took all his willpower to control the beating as calmly as possible. You glanced at his lips then his eyes, oblivious of Dean doing exactly the same thing. Slowly you brought your face closer, Dean doing the same. You shouldn’t feel so scared, you knew what was going to happen, everything was fake. So why were you so thrilled suddenly? Did Dean know he had to walk away?

Apparently yes, because the next second Dean cleared his throat and walked away. This was a real torture to him, he needed to get out of here before he would do something you would regret. You didn’t have to pretend you were feeling disappointed with him leaving you alone, and you really were confused about what just happened and what you were starting to feel.

***

Once he had laid down Dean on his bed, Sam came back into your room where Gabriel was still watching over you. He was expecting this to be over already, what was taking them so long?

“This is your worst idea, ever, Gabe,” Sam said grumpily as he sat next to the archangel, a hand rubbing his face.

“I know they’re kind of slow but-” Gabriel agreed, knowing his plan wasn’t perfect but he had little time to think about it.

“Slow? That’s an understatement.” Sam scoffed, shaking his head. “My brother thinks it’s one-sided or that he doesn’t deserve her or some crap, while Y/N is too scared to admit she’s head over heels in love with Dean.”

“You knew?” Gabriel was surprised. He had just realized there might be something between them, the night before. How come Sam knew before him?

“You spend as much time with those two idiots as I do and you’ll know,” Sam smirked, before he became serious again, wanting to know more about Gabriel’s next move. “So what are you going to do to fix this mess if none of them admit their feelings?”

Gabriel’s lack of an answer wasn’t reassuring. He hadn’t thought about that.

***

As if being stuck in this movie wasn’t enough already, Dean had to be wearing this stupid royal outfit. The material was scratching his skin and he wasn’t thinking about the pair of tights. This was humiliating, really. Gabriel was so dead once they were back. If they ever came back.

All his negative thoughts flew away when Dean spotted you at the top of the giant stairs. You were once again wearing a dress. If there was one thing that he enjoyed with this mess, it was the dresses, they looked really good on you. Though, right now you were stunning. The dress was really simple contrary to the royal dresses the folks around him were wearing but you were the most beautiful woman in the room to Dean’s eyes. Honestly, he didn’t need you to wear a dress to find you beautiful and attractive. You gave him the most beautiful and biggest smile as your eyes made contact with his. Even though he didn’t know the movie as best as you, Dean recognized that part of the movie. It was your favorite part, you told him that every time you’ve reached that particular scene. The way your face would brighten saying this, how carefree and innocent you looked when you admitted it, Dean loved every fucking second of it and that’s why he accepted to watch the movie with you every time you asked him to.

As he was fondly thinking about those precious moments he had shared with you back in the bunker, his eyes followed your form elegantly walking down the stairs. This scene was becoming his favorite too, but only because you both were in it. You stopped just a few inches from him, and Dean was still lost in his thoughts, his lips slightly parted and totally speechless.

Someone cleared his throat and broke the magical spell between you two. That was when Dean noticed Sam next to you.

“Nice tights, Sammy,” Dean mumbled, trying to focus on something else than you.

“Thank you, peasant.” Sam thanked him, genuinely.

“Still not the real Sam.” You whispered to Dean.

“Right.” Dean nodded, still thinking about his first encounter with this weird Sam, and more particularly the moment he heard him sing. He will make fun of his little brother for the rest of his life.

A voice resonated into the huge ballroom. “Well folks, it’s that time of the night. I would like to ask each gentleman to invite a lady he did not accompany this evening to dance the King and Queen’s Waltz.”

Sam invited the woman who was Dean’s partner, the latter more than happy he did. Dean had tried the whole evening to get rid of her, refusing to dance with her or whatever crap the movie expected him to do. It was during that time when Dean realized that Y/N was the only one who had to follow the movie. The rule was only meant for you apparently. She accepted and walked with Sam in the middle of the room, getting ready to dance and leaving you and Dean alone and very awkward. He knew what was going to happen next and he was so not ready for this.

“Y/N,” Dean stuttered, licking his dry lips before giving you an apologetic look. “I don’t dance.”

You came closer, holding his hand in yours. “Please. Humor me,” you whispered, your eyes roaming over his. Dean obliged because there was no way he was going to say no to you when you looked at him like that.

The soft music started as you walked, hand in hand towards the middle of the room. Feeling insecure and totally out of your comforting zone you stood face to face. Dean exhaled softly before grabbing your right hand in his and resting his other one on your hip while yours found the perfect place over his left shoulder. Slowly the both of you started to sway from left to right, the moves awkward but soon you let yourselves go and started to properly waltz. Sure, it didn’t look as professional as it was in the movie, but to you, it was still perfect. Slowly you got closer, Dean brought his lips near your ear, hot breath tickling your skin.

When you heard Dean’s soft but offkey voice singing the lyrics, exactly like in the movie, you felt your heart skipping a beat and realized what all of this was about. You finally understood what Gabriel wanted you to know. All those strange feelings you’ve had since you’ve met him, it was more than friendship. If you were honest with yourself, you secretly knew what it was but you were too scared to admit it, even to yourself. Ignorance is bliss, particularly in your lifestyle. You smiled as Dean pulled you closer to him, feeling his warmth against your skin and you let yourself enjoy the moment, a soft smile on your face as you rested your head against his shoulder.

Too soon, someone broke the moment. Nancy, Dean’s date, interrupted you and asked for Dean’s attention, while Sam did the same with you. Regrettably, you let Dean go and accepted Sam’s awaiting hand. The two of you shared one last longing look before you started to climb up the stairs. Once you were at the top, Sam went to get your wrap after he made sure you were fine. You were far from being fine contrary to what you had assured him. You weren’t even pretending to play along anymore, you were truly devastated because you knew that it was only a dream, and once everything would be over, it would only remain a dream. There was no way Dean Winchester would be in love with you. The lyrics of the song fitted perfectly ‘So close and still so far.’

You jumped when an old lady appeared behind your back. It was the old witch, the one who wanted to kill you and you tried your best to not roll your eyes as you let her speak and pretend that she has been looking for you. If only you had your gun with some witch killing bullet with you but you could only cringe as you felt her wrinkled hands covering your bare shoulders as she forced you to look at Dean.

“To never be with the one you love.” She said, and you were hit by the truth behind those words.

Then she offered a red apple. “Just one bite, my love, and all of this will go away.” If only it was true.

You glanced one more time at Dean who was looking at you as well. Judging by his face you could tell he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. That was when a strange, and very stupid thought crossed your mind. Maybe you could stay like this? Maybe if you refused to finish the movie over and over again it would only restart to the beginning, and never end?

“But you must hurry. The magic will not work unless you take a bite before the clock strikes 12.” The witch warned you, pushing the apple into your hands. You didn’t need to think twice and took a tiny bite, falling unconscious the next second.

“No!” Dean screamed, witnessing the whole scene. How could he forget that part? He had made fun of it with you, saying it was too cliché. He started to run towards you as the witch took you away, kicking into the stupid apple as he climbed up two steps at a time. Fortunately, Sam was quicker than him and stopped the witch to leave with you.

Someone brought a small couch for you and Sam laid you down gently before taking his sword out from its sheath and pointing it right against the witch’s throat.

“Y/N.” Dean knelt next to you, fearing the worst when he saw how pale your face was. He had seen enough dead people to know how death looked like. And right now, he was living one of his deepest fears.

The witch started to explain what happened but Dean didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t have time for this stupid drama.

“Shut up!” Dean shouted, leaving everyone speechless. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, he would do anything to bring you back.

“Kiss her,” Dean asked Sam in a whisper. He knew what needed to be done.

“What?”

“A true love’s kiss, all of this is about this stupid crap so now kiss her and bring her back to me!” Dean yelled, he didn’t care if it followed the movie or not, he just wanted to bring you back. That was all that mattered.

“Yes of course!” Sam exclaimed, before pushing Dean on the side and kneeling in front of you. “I knew that,” Sam added, matter of factly. He clearly forgot about that.

Sam pressed his lips against yours, there was nothing romantic in the gesture. A simple brush of his lips against yours, as if there was no feeling at all. He parted and waited for you to open your eyes but nothing happened. So Sam tried again, pressing his lips a bit more forceful, again and again.

“Why isn’t it working?” Dean whispered, feeling more desperate as the seconds ticked by. Speaking of seconds, the clock chimed, announcing midnight. The witch laughed evilly, giving Dean a weary feeling.

“When the clock strikes 12, she will be dead.” The witch informed Sam and Dean, she was glad that her plan worked perfectly.

“Somebody as a gun?” He asked no one in particular. If the kiss didn’t work, maybe killing the witch would break the spell?

“Unless…” Sam started to say, thinking deeply before turning his gaze towards Dean.

“No, no, no. It couldn’t be me.” Dean shook his head, he knew you weren’t feeling anything for him. You were just friends. It was one-sided. It wouldn’t work and you were running out of time, he needed to find something else.

“Kiss her, Dean! It’s ok.” Nancy cut him short, urging him to do it.

Dean shifted from one foot to another, not liking the sudden attention on him. The clock chimed again and Dean finally moved. He knelt once again and brushed the hair that fell in front of your eyes. Gently his hand cupped the back of your neck and brought your face closer to his.

“Please, please, please.” Dean murmured as he lowered his own face.

The clock struck 12 as he pressed his lips against your cold ones, in a chaste kiss. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and looked at you, praying for your eyes to open but as he was fearing nothing happened and you remained still. You weren’t feeling the same, he knew it.

The crowd fell silent and the air around was filled with sadness as they lowered their heads.

A soft gasp left your lips as you slowly regained consciousness, your eyes falling over Dean’s teary ones. You gave him a soft smile as your hand cupped his cheek.

“I thought that I had lost you.” Dean breathed, tightening his hold around your waist.

You shook your head no before you pressed your forehead against his.

“Come on, let’s finish this movie, and let’s go back.” Dean smiled at you as he helped you to stand up.

Gently you pushed him away, giving him an apologetic smile. “I’m not coming back, Dean.”

“What?” Dean chuckled, thinking you were joking but his smile fell when he saw how serious you looked.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to live knowing this is not true. Gabriel gave me this gift and I intend to keep it. Now that I know how it feels like, I can’t let it go, Dean.” You tried to explain.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked, totally lost. Why did you change your mind? Why now, after all of this? This was not supposed to go that way.

“Everything is so perfect, too perfect to be true. I don’t even think you’re really you.” You walked around the couch, stopping a few feet from the witch.

“I’m real, alright,” Dean argued, his eyes following your every move.

“Yeah, right.” You chuckled and picked up the sword on the floor. “Dean Winchester, the badass hunter who doesn’t like chick-flick moments dancing and singing? Come on…”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Dean held out his hands, silently begging you to stop what you were going to do. “Look at me, please. It’s me, I swear.”

“I’m tired of this. I don’t want to feel bad because I screwed up a case. I have enough of this burden and if I’m being honest, I can’t go back and just be friends. This, here, is better. It’s all I ever wanted without knowing it.” You said more to yourself than him. You were totally lost in your thoughts. “If I don’t end this movie, it will start again and again. It’s not perfect but it’s still better than nothing.”

“Y/N, don’t!” Dean warned but it was in vain and he could only watch you helplessly as you killed the witch. She wasn’t supposed to die like that, even Dean knew it. Everything froze around you and you gave one last glance at Dean before everything became black.

***

Dean woke up with a start. It took a few seconds for his brain to register that he was back into the bunker. Without wasting another second, Dean rushed out of his room and headed for yours. Sam and Gabriel jumped from surprise when Dean barged into the room.

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, relieved that his brother was safe but Dean didn’t care, his attention focused on your still sleeping form.

“Wait. If you’re awake, why isn’t she?” Sam asked, suspecting there was a problem.

Dean licked his lips as he took a step closer to your bed. “She...she doesn’t want to.”

“What? Why?” Gabriel and Sam exclaimed at the same time.

“I don’t know, ok?” Dean yelled at them, they were too loud and he needed to think, he needed to find a way to bring you back. “Send me in there again. I’ll make her change her mind.”

Gabriel remained silent and simply stared at him. He couldn’t send him back once again. There were no more ingredients for the spell. It was only meant for two.

“Send me back, Gabriel! Now!” Dean roared, pushing the archangel hard against the wall.

“I can’t!”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Sam put himself between the both of them, stopping the fight before it became really serious. “What happened, there? What did you do?”

Dean tried to compose himself, giving Gabriel one last murder look. “We were in this movie, her favorite one.”

“Enchanted?” Sam asked for more precision, knowing perfectly your guilty pleasure. You weren’t shy about it.

“Yeah. We played the roles, just like Gabriel wanted. We thought that if we reached the end of the movie we would be back. Everything worked perfectly until I kissed her and…”

“You two kissed?” Sam and Gabriel asked, once again in sync. A huge smile on their faces, it did work as they expected in the end.

“Not really the main event right now!” Dean tried to keep the guys focused. “Then she said she wanted to stay and living it over and over again was better than nothing. I don’t know what she meant.” Dean added before he sat next to you, his head between his hands. He didn’t know what else he could do.

Gabriel weighed the pros and cons, all of this went too far. Without wasting another second he walked towards your bed and pressed two fingers against your forehead. You didn’t really understand what Gabriel meant but keeping you in this state for too long isn't safe anymore. He needed to wake you up. He would find another way to make you realize anyway.

However nothing happened, you were still sleeping. Watching you carefully, Gabriel noticed that your eyelids weren’t moving anymore, meaning you weren’t even dreaming.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked, noticing how Gabriel’s body tensed up.

“I erased the dream but she still won’t wake up. I don’t know what’s going on. It’s not supposed to go this way.” Gabriel explained, worried filling his voice.

“So what now? She’s not even in the dream? Where is she?” Dean asked, fearing the worst.

“Like a coma, or something? I don’t know!” The archangel yelled, he was not used to this kind of problem.

“Alright,” Sam tried to put the pieces back in order. “Gabriel, is it a spell or your own magic?”

“A bit of both, I guess? But mainly a spell.” Gabriel answered.

“So there must be a cure, right?” Sam said, already leaving the room and heading for the library.

Gabriel and Dean were right behind him. The three men started to research through the many books in the library.

“Where did you find that spell?” Sam asked, they needed as much information as possible if they wanted to find the cure.

“I’ve spent a wonderful night with that witch, name was Zahia. Geez, she was wicked!” Gabriel smiled mischievously as he remembered that particular night. Quickly he cleared his throat and became serious all over again when he noticed the brothers weren’t interested in those details.

“Great, call her and tell her to bring her ass here,” Dean ordered.

“It was one hundred years ago! In Casablanca. I don’t know if she’s even alive.”

“Then start reading,” Sam mumbled, throwing Gabriel the nearest book before opening the one in front of him.

***

It has been two days and they were still clueless. Gabriel did try to find Zahia but as he suspected she was nowhere to be found. For the first time Gabriel, the Archangel was feeling desperate. Because of him, one of his best human friends (the only one) was sleeping peacefully, waiting for her death and he couldn’t not do anything to help her.

“Did you try to kiss her?” Gabriel asked Dean who closed his book, quite noisily.

“What? You believe in true love’s kiss?” Dean scoffed, having enough of it.

Sam, who came with more coffee, stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, pointing the coffee pot at his brother. “You know what? It might be worth a shot.”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way it will be that easy!” Dean argued, jumping to his feet.

“There’s always a part of truth in the legends, Dean,” Sam said calmly. “It won’t hurt to try.”

Dean shook his head, and exited the library, fuming. This was the dumbest idea they came with. After everything they went through, they should know that all that crap didn’t work. There was no such thing as ‘love is the most powerful thing in the world’ or ‘a true love’s kiss’. No, their lives were full of curses, hurt, and death. Period.

Unknowingly Dean walked into the bunker until he reached your room and was now pacing in front of your closed door. Dean remained silent for a moment, thinking hard about it. He didn’t really believe in it but Sam was right, he had nothing to lose if he tried. Dean ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily before opening your door.

Silently he walked inside and sat on the edge of your bed, taking a few minutes to look at you. You were becoming paler as the days passed, Gabriel tried his best to keep your health in good condition but the curse seemed to block most of his powers. It was just a matter of hours before you would be gone for good.

He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers while he held one of your hands with his free one. Dean took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“I know our lives are far from perfect. To be honest they are crappy and I understand that you don’t want to live it anymore. Staying in your little dream was more appealing, believe me, I know how you felt. But look at what happened now, you still went down the bad path and didn’t get what you really wanted. It’s not fair.”

His voice was only a whisper, as if he was scared of waking you up when it was only what he truly wanted. He was such a mess! You were dying, without even knowing it and Dean couldn’t do anything to save you.

“I should have told you earlier, I know that. And I won’t make the same mistake, so I’m gonna tell you how I really feel about you, I hope you can hear me.”

Dean moved a bit, taking a more comfortable position.

“I’m so mad at you right now. I don’t hate you, because I can’t hate you, let’s be honest. But I’m mad, Y/N. You choose the easy way, you stopped fighting, this is not you. You’re the cool chick who fights tooth and nail and who never gives up.”

He had to stop for a short second, sniffing as he fought against the tears. His grip around your hand tightened before he kept on going.

“And that’s why I love you. You’re always reminding me there’s hope. You’re my hope, Y/N. I can’t promise you the moon or the happy endings but I can promise you that I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you. I’ve already made this promise a few years ago, I just never told anyone.”

Dean stopped stroking your cheek, cupping the back of your head instead, the exact same move that he had done earlier in your dream.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” Dean whispered, bringing your face closer to his before he pressed his lips against yours in another chaste kiss. Praying with all his heart that the magic would strike again.

Slowly Dean parted, his hands refusing to let go as he held his breath. He couldn’t believe it when he felt your body twitching, your eyes fluttering open slowly.

“Hey…” You smiled sleepily. “What did I miss?”

Dean smiled back at you, breathing once again as you were finally awake.

“The most heartbreaking declaration of love I’ve ever heard. A bit too cheesy but who cares?” Gabriel’s voice came from the other side of the closed door, quickly followed by a thumping noise and a cry of pain.

Dean was already planning five ways to kill him and make him suffer but your voice broke his concentration.

“Oh, I don’t know. I kind of like it.” You smirked when his eyes fell on you, a blush covering your cheeks.

“You heard it? All of it?” Dean asked, he wanted to be sure.

You nodded and your smile fell. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I thought it wouldn’t be possible for you to...you know?” You trailed off, looking at the wall instead of him.

“Oh, I know,” Dean said, his hand cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. “But let me show you how wrong you were instead, hum?” He whispered, bringing his face closer and kissing you again.

This one was more passionate, all of his feelings poured into the kiss. Everything he wanted to tell you but couldn’t. This kiss wasn’t chaste as the few ones you shared, in your dream or in reality. This one was needy and a little something more than what you could expect for a fairy tale movie.

FIN

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[malfoysqueen54]

White Flag  Part 4

Dean and her grew up together, trained together. Also, absolutely can’t be in the same room without a fight ensuing. When she has to come back and help out the boys and their friends. If she stays too long will all her secrets come out. She swore he would never know, circumstances and their friends and family, they might have other ideas.

Pairing : Dean X Reader

Warnings: Angst!, oh and ANGST! . Anger issues. Dean angry and yelling. (That needs a warning).  Smut. Sexual situations, cussing, blood, gore, the usual Supernatural warning.  This could be a triggering chapter!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! 18+ ONLY!!!

Also @winchest09​ and @jensengirl83​ Thanx for the help and the fixing of all the words...lol Love you both!!!

2014

She was looking for him. After Sam’s desperate call to her, Dean was dead. Yet, he had left a note. He was somehow alive. They didn’t know what was happening. She took what Sam said and ran with it. It was taking every favor, resource, I.O.U she had. She spotted him twice but by the time she got there he was gone. It was infuriating. Finally after weeks, she tracked him down to Montana. Figures he would stay in the midwest, it was the Winchester comfort zone. 

Her anger rolled off her in waves, pinpointing him at a motel in Butte. Y/n didn’t bother with keys or lock picks and let her pure rage kick the door in. The two occupants of the room woke up. The brunette sat straight up holding the sheet to her, as Dean lazily raised up onto his elbow.

Y/n let out a snort, coming over to grip the bed warmer by her hair, not caring as she screamed. Dragging her out the door, she threw her clothes after her before she slammed the door shut. She leaned against it for a moment trying to calm herself but she couldn’t, whirling around as Dean was pulling on a t-shirt, his jeans already on, his back to her. “This is what you do? I mean you're alive and you just take off on Sam and everyone?”

Dean sighed, not bothering to turn around. “Yup, didn’t want to be found. Wanted to do me.”

“Do you? Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been doing you your whole fucking life!” She huffed, running her hands through her hair. “ Sam called me. ME?!” she gestured towards herself, even though his back was still her. “He asked me to help hunt you down. The person you hate most in the world. What the hell Dean?!”

He finally turned towards her and smirked. “ Well you are right, I fucking loathe you.” 

Her eyes narrowed at him. “I am aware, asshole.”

“I left him a note for a reason. I am done.” He shrugged.

Y/n huffed tossing her arms up. “Oh well that explains everything. It will make us all go away.”

“I wish it would.” He grabbed a beer and tossed her one, which she caught. She was livid and needed it. This fucking man was just unbelivable.

“You are a selfish prick. I swear to god! Sam will not give up, you know this.” She didn’t understand his mindset, why would he think this was ok?

“Y/n he did once, he will again,” he said, simply taking a pull of his beer.

She shook her head in disbelief. “You are just cosmically fucked up. No! Sam won’t. He knows you’re alive, dickhead. Your Sammy, your baby brother. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Ah, Hell, good answer.” He turned, pointing that smirk in place.

A growl crawled up her throat before she threw the beer at him which he dodged. “Fuck I hate you! You are so selfish sometimes.” Her hands flew around as she screamed at him.

Dean didn’t flinch, taking a swig of his beer, watching her pant in rage and narrowed his eyes in a very almost sinister manner.

“I’m selfish,” he laughed. “Thats funny,” she couldn’t look away from him. Something was different, very different with him. She barely noticed him slowly approaching her. “Especially from you.”  The hand holding his beer poked into her collarbone. “You wish you hated me. I know you do, but you don’t.”

Y/n knocked his hand away but he gripped her wrist. His reflexes were quicker as he jerked her against him. “Let me go you pig,” she warned, narrowing her eyes.

“I don’t think I will,” he said, bringing his free hand up to grip her chin. “I know you have wanted me for years. You were just such a cunt, I couldn’t deal with you, I hate you.” His finger caressed her skin as she kept that defiant gaze on him. She was good, she didn't even flinch. “Now though, it makes me want to fuck the bitch out of you.” Biting his lip, his eyes grew cold. That she flinched at. This wasn’t Dean. This was so off.

She tried stepping away and to get out of his hold. It was no good, he jerked her right back and slammed his mouth to hers switching his grip to her ass, pulling her flush against him. Y/n immediately pulled away and slapped him. Dean just smiled, slipping a hand into her hair and jerking her lips back to his. She pushed and clawed but he tasted so good, and damn if it didn’t make her lightheaded. He ravaged her mouth into submission, her lips opening to him and he dove in pushing her roughly back against the dresser.

When he stopped for air, he looked her in the eye, his mouth still touching hers. “It won’t matter much soon. I’ll fuck the brat right out of you and you’ll only be begging and screaming for more. Cause I will give it to you, you are gorgeous.” He bit her lip, lifting her none too gently on top of the dresser knocking over beer bottles that were littering the room. 

She did not want to respond, but she shivered lightly, his words causing a flood in her core. He groaned into her mouth, like he could smell her and it vibrated through her. She felt his lips move to her neck biting and sucking, marking her and she took a panting breath. “D-Dean.” She tried to push at him but he ignored her, slipping his hand into the front of her jeans, his fingers reaching the flood he caused.

“Shhhh,” he lulled into her ear as he stroked her, a whimper escaping her as she gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in lightly. “Let go, enjoy and take what you want.” His tongue traced her ear as Y/n growled, bucking her hips towards his hand with a moan. “That’s my girl.” He smiled into her ear.

No more could she deny that she wanted this. The minute he touched her, she became a desperate wanton pliable tool for his pleasure. After decades, she couldn’t exercise self control to stop it. She had wanted him for so long, not just physically, but as pathetic as it was, she would take it. She couldn’t hate herself more than she already did. He made it clear it was physical. She could and would suffer the after effects from this one time with him. Jesus Christ, she felt like a teen movie trope. She gasped a moan as he slid two of those rough elegant fingers into her, all thoughts ceased, her mind going to mush.

He retracted them just as quickly as he slid them out, followed by her whimper, his fingers now working on her jeans, opening them and practically ripping them off. Her jacket and shirt were quickly shed by herself, when she met his gaze again. He was kneeling between her legs his shirt once again gone, licking a slow line up her inner thigh, watching him sink his teeth into her skin. 

Gasping, she tossed her head back to the wall. “ I always knew you were the rough dirty kind.” Dean's voice carried to her through the haze of desire, nuzzling her nether lips making her nails dig into the dresser. She wanted him, he was so close. 

“Please.”

Was all she was able the shudder out, feeling his lips quirk before he dove in like a crazed, starved man. If eating out a woman was an art form, he would be Picasso, blue period. Fingers gripped his hair urging him to all her right spots.

“Words, babygirl.” Dean demanded.

A heavy moan left her with the nickname. “Right there!”

Dean's nose nudged her just so as his tongue dove deep for the treasure he sought. Edging her entrance, teasing, keeping Y/n at the brink before delving deep and hard without warning.

“Fuck, I- I need to cum.” She heard her voice beg, her legs shaking, starting to close but suddenly Dean's large hands were on her knees forcing them wide apart making her convulse with no way to control the waves of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes.”  The whimper sounded too pathetic, needy, right on the edge. He didn’t let up this time now, he forced two orgasms out of her before she fought him off her center, with aftershocks rocking her, she slid off the dresser as he stood. Narrowed flaming eyes watched him as she pushed him back across the room onto the bed. Enveloped by a erotic need that had never happened before, she hit her knees as he sat. Her nimble fingers quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them and his boxers past his waist and off. An almost anime twinkle glazed over her eyes, seeing a beautiful erection before her. Mouth watering, Y/n stroked him in reverence before her tongue went to work on him. Tracing and learning every vein. Memorizing it for nights she took care of herself. A forceful tug of her hair and growl, she knew he wanted it all, which she obliged.

Hitting the back of her throat, she swallowed him all down, making her moan just as Dean did. His head tossed back, lips parted in bliss, she suckled the whole of him before beginning a steady bob of her head. She knew what she was doing. Y/n was no novice.

Dean's hands caged her head like a claw from a claw machine as he fucked into her mouth, taking what he needed. Y/n let her tongue run along the pulsing vein on the underside as her teeth grazed just enough to stimulate. She heard Deans gasp and felt the force as he slid down her throat.

Relaxing her throat, she took him all, till he stalled and came. He tasted like salty cotton candy. It was glorious. 

She batted her eyes once he finally started to plop from her lips. “You done now?” She asked, quirking a brow at him.

A guffawed chuckle from Dean as his thumb rubbed her bottom lip. “Not even close.” Even as he said the words he was stroking that beautiful cock into attention. It was saluting again in moments, it had definitely served time.

Dean's jaw visibly clenched as he pulled her up by her hair and shoved her across to the bed. “Still with that bitchy mouth. You are a challenge. I am very competitive though.” His words barely met her brain as he crawled up her body biting at her neck wrapping her legs around his waist. No warning, no passing go, he slid in with the precision of a porn star all the way to the hilt. Y/n let out a scream of ecstasy clinging to his shoulders digging her nails in for the ride.

“Fuck Dean, yes!” 

Dean nuzzled up to her ear. “ I always pegged you as one who liked it rough, hard, and dirty as hell. That- right there. That is the attraction to you.” Then he started a brutal pace, she knew there would be scratches and bruises for days. It only turned her on more. Hooking her heels into his ass dragging him deeper.

“More, harder!” She gasped already on the edge of another orgasm. 

Dean obliged sitting back on his knees changing the angle to hit that wet spongy spot she needed. The first stroke sent Y/n curling into herself, moaning. He must have gps for a woman's g spot. It was only 4 strokes later she came with her nails dragging down his forearms. Panting still Dean rolled them over so she sat atop him. “My turn. Ride me.”

It was a demand, still quivering Y/n gripped the headboard and began to ride him circling her hips raising slamming back down. The full rodeo cowgirl. She couldn’t get enough. Over stimulated, sensitive. His cock was like candy. She couldn’t stop riding him once he asked. She would take everything he gave and give back just as much. The fucker would know he met his match.

“Come on girl! Take it!” Dean groaned fingers digging bruises into her hips adjusting her speed or helping her move. “Fuck Y/n, I feel it, so close aren’t you. This what you need?” He asked as his thumbs gently brushed her pulsing clit. Sending her orgasm over the edge tossing her head back with a cry of bliss.

“Fuck woman!.” He pushed her off and she was so pliable at that point blissed out of her mind. She thought they were done, nope. Dean still hadn’t cum and he turned her over to her stomach, jerking her hips up. She felt him gently stroke her swollen abused core. “I know you got at least one more.”

She didn’t whimper, she  pushed herself up on her hands and got ready. She would take everything the bastard had. 

Dean slid a little slower into her this time but still started a brutal pace. She moaned lewd lascivious sounds as his hands ran up her skin rolling her back, pressing against him. Wanting every stroke and every inch he had to give. She would make him remember this. Determined to blow his mind. Make him remember her everytime he looked at another woman. At this angle, he hit her directly into that spot once again. Letting her head fall forward as she pressed harder and harder back into him. Till her head jerked up by the grip he had in her hair. She could tell he was close especially how he started to get a little sloppy and groaned. Fucking into her like a man possessed. Little did she know he was.

“Cum again,” he demanded.

Panting slightly Y/n responded, “need more.”

She felt his hand wrap around her throat squeezing gently and she melted against him, now standing on her knees. “You do like rough. That's what you need. Cum with me, you can do it. DO IT!” He snapped as his hips did.

She had never cum on command but that one sent her into subspace practically. Falling over feeling him fill her to the brim with his seed, Jesus H Christ it could have made her cum again if she wasn't numb.

They stayed like that, a panting, sweaty heap of tangled naked limps for nearly 20 minutes. Their ragged breaths the only sound as their heart rates return to normal.

She didn’t really come back to earth till she felt his arms wrap around her from behind. “You know. The payback here isn’t that I just fucked you six ways to hell on a Sunday. It’s- well- you fucked a demon.”

Y/n scoffed, her brow furrowing as she turned to look at him, falling off the side of the bed in shock as she saw black eyes. Dean had black eyes. He WAS a demon!

“Holy shit! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Grabbing a shirt and throwing on the rest of her clothes frantically, as Dean dressed so casually.

“It’s the mark. It won’t let me die, not really. It freed me,” Dean explained as he buttoned up his pants. Y/n was looking for a weapon. Picking up a beer bottle and breaking it on the end of the table. Complete disbelief, Sam would lose his mind. She just fucked Dean and he was a demon. It sent her spinning. How could she, should have known this was too odd, not in his character. She berated herself.

“What ya going to do Y/n/n?!” He glanced at the bottle. “You won’t hurt me, we both know it.” He smirked.

She lunged at him. Yeah- that pissed him off and he was stronger now. Gripping her arm twisting her wrist so she dropped the bottle, his free hand gripped her throat and tossed her across the room over the dresser.

With a groan as she got up. “Nope, you will finally get this through your pathetic ass head. I LOATHE you. You are nothing but a nobody with a warm hole to use for a little bit. Always there when you aren’t wanted!” He yelled, punching her then throwing her into the night stand. Y/n tried to react and punch him, but damn his reflexes were like lighting. “No,” he growled, squeezing her fist crushing her hand she felt the bones snap then he punched her again bashing her head into the wall. “You are pathetic, you are a waste of time and talent.”

Y/n coughed seeing triple but still shakily stood up or attempted too and leaped at him to try and take him down with her body weight. He caught her around the waist though. Wrapping his arm around her,he flung her across the room over the bed into the opposite direction. Shattering the window as her body hit, a cry of pain leaving her as her rib and spine connected with the glass and fell to the floor. She could barely move, through the blood of the cut over her eye she saw him approaching. She tried the only thing her cloudy brain could think of and started saying the Latin for an exorcism.

"Really Y/n," he laughed at her, pulling her head up by her hair roughly. " I'm not possessed. I am who I should have always been and I love it."

That was the last thing she remembered, she passed out after that. 

She had awoken a week  later in the hospital.

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[themoonandotherslikeit]

Painted - Chapter Two

“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Y/N has moved on, her scars are barely noticeable anymore, and she’s finally stable. Or at least she was. 10 years after the worst day of her life, Y/N found herself staring face to face with an unimaginable horror. In the wake of her worst nightmare come to life, she finds herself reunited with the man that saved her all those years ago - Agent Dean Winchester who had left her a decade before broken and wanting. Dean Winchester has spent the last 10 years trying desperately to forget Y/N and the tragedy that he pulled her out of, but when she called asking for his help he dropped everything to come to her aid as he knew he always would. Can Y/N and Dean solve the mystery that has resurfaced after all this time? Will they be able to resist the pull between them? Or will this be the final brush strokes on a canvas, sealing their fate for good?

No Beta currently, all mistakes are my own! Pairing: Dean/Reader Tags: Dark!Fic, Agent!Dean, Serial Killer Fic, Smut etc.

Chapter Two

He’s back.

It took Dean Winchester no time to drop everything he was doing and go to her. His coffee was left to cool at his desk, his computer booted up, and his case file open wide for the world to see. As he sped down the streets of downtown Boston, he clicked on the siren on his dash.

“Is he in the house? Are you in danger?”

“No. I’m safe.”

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. It had been ten goddamned years, but when he heard her voice he was shot back in time. He’d thought about disconnecting the number dozens of times. He hadn’t been a field agent in a long time, after all. Eight years away from the city, and only one back at the Bureau. He was getting his toes wet - not sure who he wanted to be.

But if Y/N called, he knew where he would be.

Making it to her house in record time, he drove through the already-open gate. She had followed his instructions and called in the break in. Local PD was already on the premises and seeing the squad cars let him breathe easier.

“I’m safe.”

It was why he had chosen the job, after all. To keep people safe. It was also the reason he left. He got out of the car, remembering to take his keys with him as an afterthought and pushed through the open door.

He stopped mid stride when he saw her. It had been a long time, a decade, a lifetime. She wore jeans and an oversized flannel, her Pitbull rested protectively at her feet. Her hair laid wet and tangled, pushed behind her ears as she nodded, talking to an uniformed officer.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his in a moment that completely slowed time. “Dean,” she exhaled his name like a sigh of relief.

“Hi Sweetheart.”

The officer turned to look at him, surprised. “The FBI? Agent Winchester, I didn’t realize you’d be here…”

“Have you taken her statement?” The officer nodded to him, his eyes still wide in shock. “Then I’ll take it from here.”

The Officer stepped out of the way, making room for Dean to go to her. Y/N stood as he approached, her hands flexing at her side like she was actively trying not to reach for him. “You came.”

“I told you I would,” he said quietly.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Her voice broke, her eyes filling with tears.

“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He reached for her, capturing her by the waist before she collapsed. He held her steady, lowering her back onto the stool.

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly, holding her head. “Haven’t eaten today.”

Dean crouched slightly to meet her eyes, his hands on either side of her. “Show it to me, then I’ll take you to get something to eat.” He reached up to push a lock of damp hair behind her ear.

“I can’t leave Castiel here.”

“We will take him with us,” he promised, offering a supportive grin. “We will eat on the patio.”

“Okay.”

She took his extended arm and allowed him to support her weight as they walked down the hallway. He didn’t need her to show him where the painting was, he just followed the sounds of crime scene techs talking, photographs being snapped.

“Did you notice anything else out of place?”

“Just the painting.”

One of the officer’s was calling to the prison. It was impossible that he could’ve gotten out, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t have resources to plant the painting. If Dean was sure of anything, he was sure of that.

He felt Y/N tug at his arm at the entrance to the hallway, halting mid-step. He glanced at her. Her pupils were wide and her lips were parted, ragged breaths escaping. “I’ve got it from here,” he told her, his hand lingering on her arm for a beat before releasing her and leaving her standing next to her dog.

Dean made his way down the hallway, officers making room for him like he was Moses splitting the Red Sea. He walked until he saw it, the painting. He settled on her eyes in the painting, delicate, detailed, but expressionless. They were missing the light that made Y/N Y/N, but it captured her likeness well enough.

He’d seen them before, of course. The paintings were famous. He thought back to the twenty-three year old girl who blushed in embarrassment the first time she saw them hanging on a wall. Dean didn’t look at them for her body, he knew it didn’t belong to her. He looked at the painting with the eyes of a detective. It was a piece of the bigger puzzle, just another clue. He leaned in closer to the painting and took a large inhale through his nose. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back any kind of reaction. He knew she was still watching him. They all were.

“Tape off the house,” he instructed, looking back to the techs and officers. I want this entire place looked over. Leave no stone unturned. I mean it. I trust you’ll secure the space, and then leave it to us. My team will be taking over from here out. Johnson,” he said, turning to an officer that he recognized. “Call the FBI field office and let them know the details and that I said I'm taking the case.” His gaze turned from the officers to Y/N. “Let’s get you some clothes. I don’t think you’ll be sleeping here tonight.”

“You read my mind.”

****

They sat at a table on the patio of a coffee shop, Castiel sleeping at Y/N’s feet. She watched Dean blow on his coffee. He looked good if she was paying attention. His strong jaw was speckled with light hairs, his full lips were pursed, blowing on his coffee to cool it enough to drink. He held the mug in large calloused hands. His moss green eyes flickered to her, catching her staring, and she suddenly felt unbelievably vulnerable.

“So, you’re a PI, huh?” He asked, his voice rougher than she remembered it to be.

Y/N shook her head. “Not frequently.”

“Why not?”

She held her own mug between her hands, tapping the lip with her index finger. “There weren’t enough wins. I couldn’t save…” Her voice trailed off and she sighed. “Well, you know what it’s like. So I opened a self defense gym. Preventative measures instead of cleaning up the messes after the fact. I’ll take special cases, and I consult every now and then. They say I have a special eye for it.”

“I suspect you do.”

“What about you, Dean?” She looked back to him, through the steam on her cup. It was the transitional time in Massachusetts when the summer shifted to autumn, and the chill nipped at her ears. “Where have you been the last ten years?” She wasn’t meaning to sound so accusatory, but that’s how it came out - pointed and full of resentment.

Silence settled between them, heavy and pressured. He cleared his throat and placed his mug down. “After everything that happened I was approached to be a part of a tactical team with the military. I didn’t feel I could decline.” Her eyebrow shot up in surprise. “I joined the Marines. I’d always thought about it after high school, it’s what my father did… and after everything that happened... I needed a change.” She watched his fast twist in itself, his lips curl and his eyes drop back to his coffee. He felt guilty for being messed up. She wanted to reach out to him and take his hand in hers to comfort him for that.

“You still answered my call… on the line that you gave me that long ago. Your work line.”

“I never got rid of it.” His eyes flickered up as he gazed at her through long dark eyelashes.

“Why?”

He chuckled low and shook his head. “It sounds insane.”

“I’ve lived insane. Try me.”

“I worried that this would happen… that someday you’d call. Every time I went to cancel it, every year that went by, I just sat in my car in the parking lot and never went in to do it. Couldn’t risk it.”

“This was your case… the one that changed you.”

He grunted, leaning back in his chair. “You sound like you’re saying from experience.”

“Well, it changed me too,” she said with a mischievous grin. His thick eyebrows shot up in surprise. She unsettled people frequently, especially when they knew her past.

“Of course.”

“Are you still in the marines?”

“Once you become one, you’re always a jarhead.” He grinned at her, a dimple pressing into his cheek. “But no, I’ve been out for two years. I got pulled back into the Bureau. They wanted me, begged me to do it.” He sighed.

“You don’t want it?”

Dean’s eyes locked with hers. “It’s been a lot of paper work. Never much wanted a desk job.”

“You’re not at a desk now, agent,” she challenged.

He grinned at her. “When a beautiful woman calls me I’m duty bound to come to her.”

She smiled and peeled her eyes from his. The banter was flirty, light, but it was a Band-Aid taped over a wound that was too close to bursting. “I’m glad you answered,” Y/N said quietly, Castiel nudging her leg with his nose. “It was instinct to call you the second I saw the painting.”

A jolt ran through her as he took her hand in his. He squeezed it gently, cradling it with care. “Y/N…”

She pulled her hand out of his and wrapped it around her mug instead, sipping her coffee. “I can’t.”

“Of course.” He nodded with an understanding that felt unfair, unwarranted.

“Do you think it’s him?” She asked, almost blurting out the question that was sitting on her tongue from the moment she saw Dean again.

Dean sighed heavily and clasped his hands together. “I don’t see how it can be. He’s been in jail for a decade, Y/N.”

“Are you sure?” Her eyes stung as fear pressed insistently against her chest preventing her from taking a full, deep breath. She didn’t think it was possible to live this way anymore, she didn’t think she had to. It was like for the first time she’d thought she could breathe easily again, just to get the breath knocked out of her in one swift kick to her stomach.

“As sure as I can be, but not sure enough to not check into it. Never sure enough to not check into it.” He leaned forward, his green eyes intense. “I’ll figure this out. I can promise you that.”

“I don’t know who else would do this.”

“Has he contacted you?”

“Not in years. He gave up eventually when I wouldn’t take his calls or write him back.”

“He wrote to you?”

“Every day for the first year. He’d send me drawings…” She tightened her grip on her mug, her knuckles whitening as a chill seemed to crawl up her spine. “I stopped opening them after the first week.”

“Do you still have them?” Dean asked slowly, carefully.

Y/N was familiar with people walking on eggshells around her. It was no real surprise that Dean would do the same. He was cautious, calculated, a professional. She wetted her bottom lip with her tongue, a nervous habit to keep her from picking at the dry skin. He made her nervous. The situation made her skin itch beneath her clothes, heat rising up the back of her neck. “Yes. They’re locked in a drawer. I’ve thought about burning them a thousand times but I just…”

“Can’t bring yourself to?”

She nodded. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m punishing myself for not realizing. Or maybe it’s a reminder to never let it happen again.”

“I’d like to see them.”

She sat up a little straighter in her seat, her jaw tightening in an expression that she was sure resembled a grimace. “They’re personal.”

“I suspect they are.”

“What do you think you’ll learn from them?”

“I don’t know, which is why I need to examine them. I need you to trust me…”

“I trust you, Dean. I think you should know that by now.”

10 years ago

“It’s inappropriate, Agent Winchester! I gave you orders to wait. She needed to be evaluated, but you went in anyway and now… ” Captain McLeod was pissed, to put it mildly. Her nostrils flared and her eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at him. For such a small woman she was terrifying, and in any other circumstance he would’ve rolled over and played dead like she obviously wanted him to. But this wasn’t any circumstance.

“She's imprinted. I know that’s what the psychologist said. She trusts me. Only me.”

“You can't be her connection, Dean.”

“I have to be. We can’t take another thing from her. I can’t abandon her after everything she’s been through.”

“You aren’t trained in psychology,” she hissed.

“I’m taking pointers from the hospital psychologist. I‘ll take her lead. I’ll tread lightly. Come on, Rowena. This is the right thing and you know it.”

“She’s having a mental break,” his captain said, her voice low. She grasped his shoulder. “I don’t want you to get too attached to someone so unstable.”

He nodded, trying to keep his expression neutral, because if he was honest with himself he would have to admit that he was already attached. How could he not be? “I’ve got this. You can go, I’ll report on what I find.”

She looked at Dean suspiciously, but finally nodded with a sigh. She had no choice but to trust him, and that fact was to his advantage. He watched her leave, before quickly entering Y/N’s hospital room again.

The hospital room was bright, the blinds raised and the light bleeding in. She looked absolutely exhausted, deep purple half moons rested under her eyes. Her hair was freshly brushed, pushed behind her ears, and down. The monitors beep steadily, showing her heartbeat, blood pressure and a dozen other numbers that he couldn’t begin to decipher. The top of the bed was raised allowing her to sit up a bit, and her bandaged arms rested on her lap.

“Dean,” Y/N said breathlessly as her tired green eyes caught his. He could tell even from where he stood in the doorway that her eyes were more grey than green from her exhaustion.

“Hey, Sweetheart.”

“I thought you left.”

“I told you I wouldn’t.”

Her eyes flickered down to her hands where she picked at her nails. “I know you did.”

“I won’t leave you. You can trust me,” he promised, walking to her. He sat in the chair next to her and pulled it close to her bed. She looked so small and fragile in that bed. Seeing photographs of her before the incident was jarring, she looked like a completely different person.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice weak. She nodded and sucked in her breath.

“You can talk to me if you need to.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Don’t feel pressured to talk.”

“You’re sending mixed signals, Agent.” She smiled then, it was weak but the spark in her eye wasn’t something he could ignore.

“Yeah, most of my dates say that.”

“Is this a date?” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What? No - of course not. I…”

It sounded better than he could’ve ever imagined, and fuck, he hadn’t expected it to come as soon as it did. She was laughing. “Relax, Agent.” She exhaled, trying to catch her breath. “I was kidding.”

“Sure, of course you were.” His back relaxed again. He felt tightly wound, stressed. He hadn’t been able to truly relax over the last twenty-four hours. Pressure was higher than ever and things hadn’t gotten much better. No one was convinced it was over, himself included. He would have to get some information out of Y/N eventually, but he wanted to tread lightly after all she had been through. Kindness was the least that she deserved.

“It’s over, Dean.” She looked like she was reassuring him. “Right?” Her eyes met him with fear and intensity behind the brave face she was putting up.

“I don’t want to upset you,” he said carefully.

“I’m already upset. Just spit it out already. You look like you’ve sat on a thumbtack.”

Dean wanted to laugh at her image of him, but there wasn’t much to laugh about. He hated this part of his job. Y/N had been smiling a moment before, she felt safe and that wasn’t something that should be squandered or minimalized. It was a big thing. After he told her what he had to say, she wouldn’t feel safe. Not really. “We think there may be more.” ------ Chapter Three Read on A03 Here Tag List:

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Omg, hii! I just found you and your writing is so awesome! And then I saw that you write to some of my favorite fandoms! So I have to ask: Could I please have a short fic with Dean and his female reader? She has really pain in the back or shoulders or head, whatever you want but downplays it even tho it is really painful and Dean wnats so help her, like a massage. Thank you! :)

Hi dear anon, thank you so much for your kind words. And thank you for requesting Dean! It was fun to write for him again!

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Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Deanxfem!reader

Summary: You got a stiff neck and didn’t want no help, but Dean wouldn’t be Dean if he let this one slide, would he?

Words: 800

Warnings: cuteness, Dean lending a helping hand

Sitting all cramped up in the library all night to do some research isn’t healthy in the first place. When you still have a sore back from that damn demon crushing you into the nearest wall, sitting like that isn’t healthy at all. You try to relax your muscles by rotating your shoulders and moving your head in circles. “All uptight, huh?”, Sam glances over to you with an eyebrow raised. “You could say that”, you huff and stand up. Stretching your sore body in the process. “Maybe you should take a nice bath.”, Sam suggests, flipping a page over in the book he’s currently reading. You only nod. God your back is really killing you, maybe a nice hot bath will help.

No sooner said than done! The hot water is pouring into the zinc tube. You are grateful that you had a bathbomb left, so the water is turning into some light violet and the smell that comes from it puts your mind at ease in an instant. With a loud sigh you led yourself slide into this warm and wet bliss. Feeling your muscles relax and the slight headache fading away. Soft music is coming from your bluetooth speakers as you dry yourself off. You take a mental note to thank Sam later for the helpful tipp. The soreness in your back is almost completely gone the only muscle that gives you a hard time is your neck. The tube isn’t that deep so the relaxin water couldn't reach it. Making your way to your room, you rub your neck and instantly wince from the pain. The muscle group there are hard as stone. “Better take some painkillers then”, you mumble.

Today is a rather uneventful day, as it is spent with even more research and no field trip. By the time you have worked through the thirteenth book you are in so much pain, you can barely see the words in front of you. The effect of the painkillers you took a couple of hours ago almost completely gone. Your relieving posture doesn’t get unnoticed by a certain hunter. Dean is glancing at you sideways, while looking something up at Sam’s laptop. “You okay over there, sweetheart?” You look up from your book and nod which causes a sharp pain to shoot through you. Your face contorts into a mask of pain. “You sure?” You sigh and close the book. “Yes Dean, I am sure!” You snap back at him. He puts his arms up in defense. “Just checking on you, is all.” He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his own research. You look over at him again. “It’s really nothing for you to worry about. Just a stiff back, that’s all.” You add in an apologetic tone. Dean looks at you again, his emerald eyes searching your face for any misleading twitch. “I took some pills too. So it really isn’t that big of a deal, Dean.” You assure him further. But from the look on his face you know that your fellow hunter isn’t convinced at all. “He grunts his agreement and gets back to his laptop.

Getting up to grab a new book, you chew your bottom lip. The pain is really getting to you, you didn’t mean to snap at Dean. He was just being polite. Another groan leaves your lips and you let yourself flop on your chair. Your head feels so heavy and you want nothing more than to let it fall flat on the table but instead you cradle it with both hands. Your sighs and groans were all noticed by the older Winchester brother. You are so consumed by your book that you didn’t hear the laptop being shut close and Dean’s chair scraping over the old floor.  Suddenly you feel warm hands caressing your stiff neck. “Seems like someone is having trouble to admit that she needs a bit of help”, he coos and places a kiss at your exposed skin. “Dean”, you sigh out breathlessly. “Yes, (Y/N)”, he breathes near your ear, which lets you shiver. “Let me help you out, sweetheart.” You hum contently as his strong hands massage your shoulders, working your muscles on your shoulder blades and caressing your neck with his thumbs. You feel better in no time, all the stress fading away with each warm brush of his hands. Just when the tension finally leaves your neck for good after what feels like hours, a harsh voice interrupts you.

“Hey, get a room you two!”, Sam exclaims only half serious. Both of you look at the younger brother and start laughing. “If you insist”, you giggle, raise from your chair and take Dean’s hand in yours. “We’re doing our own, special research then.” Sam’s face twists in disgust. “Ugh, too much information!” Again you both could only laugh at his expression. “See ya, Sammy.” Dean chirps in while being dragged out of the library.

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