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mission: impossible fallout

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This was so cute!

“What did you say?”

You hadn’t meant to say it, not now in the middle of enemy territory. Not while in the middle of an assignment. You hadn’t meant to say at all, it was supposed to be your secret until you died. Because you knew in this line of work, love doesn’t work. You’ve seen it happen first hand, experienced it yourself.

But you let three words slip out of your mouth like you say it everyday. Three words that could ruin everything. Either the assignment or your friendship with Ethan, you weren’t sure.

So, you closed your eyes for a minute to collect yourself before facing him head on. “It’s not important,” you said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. To the people around you, it looked like an innocent kiss, to you it was goodbye. “Come on, we need to finish this before anything else can happen.”

“Hey,” Ethan started, but you shook your head and turned around, leaving the room as quickly as you could.

“So that happened,” Benji said in your ear. “I thought you weren’t going to tell him.”

“I wasn’t,” you hissed, slipping through the door and turning left when Benji told her to turn. “It slipped out, Benji. And now I don’t know what to do.”

“Talk to him is what you do,” Benji suggested, “Only thing you can do at that point. Oh, next door to the right, and then keep walking until you reach the last door. That should be where the servers are.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” you said, following Benji’s directions. Looking around, you made sure the coast was clear before slipping through the door. “I’d rather die than confront Ethan and the love I have for him.”

“I think he might,” Luther said, startling both you and Benji. “Ethan deserves that much.”

“I second that,” Ethan said next and you wanted the floor to open up a hole to swallow you whole. Reframing from smashing your head against the wall, you pulled out the USB that Benji gave you, and started looking for the right server.

“Benji,” you hissed. You heard him sigh, and imagined him hanging his head. “I thought this was a private line?”

“Yeah, oops. Now you’re gonna say you’re gonna kill me, I know,” he said, sounding resigned to his fate. Good, he knew what he did wrong, wasn’t the first time you threatened his life. Makes the next thing to say easier.

“And I’m going to make sure it’s nice and slow,” you said, and ignored both Ethan and Luther’s chuckles. And Benji’s that’s new. “Now which server do I need?”

A few hours later, with the assignment completed and the world saved, you found yourself in your hotel room, changing into something more comfortable. You tried not to think of Ethan’s surprised face as you said them, tried not to think about what happens now. You’ll just have to request not to work with Ethan again. There’s no way you could face Ethan now, you don’t think you want to.

A rapping against your door brought you back from your thoughts as you turned towards the door. Scrunching your eyebrows, you wondered who it was this late. Moving to open the door, you didn’t check to see who it was until you were face to face with Ethan

“So, you love me huh?” Ethan asked, smiling. You puffed out your cheeks and went back into the room Ethan followed behind.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you mumbled, picking up the pile of dirty clothes and stuffed them in a bag. “It was a slip of the tongue, it was nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing,” he pointed out, you only shrugged. “Didn’t sound like nothing. How long?” You didn’t answer right aways, not wanting to but Ethan wasn’t having it. He walked towards you and reached out to lift your face so you were looking at him. “How long have you felt like that?”

“Mm, a year or two,” you finally answered. He raised an eyebrow, and you could see him thinking.

“And you weren’t going to tell me?”

“Relationships don’t really work in what we do, you know that,” you answered with a shrug. “Why bother saying anything when it’s just going to end in failure.”

“So, you were just going to keep it to yourself and not even give me a chance to decide?” Ethan questioned, moving his hands to cup your face. All you could do was stay there, staring at him. You were stuck and you didn’t want to move.

“Yup.”

He shook his head, and leaned in closely that your noses brushed against each other. “Not fair when I love you too.”

You blinked at him, trying to process what he said. “Huh,” was all that could come out. He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips on yours. He pulled away, and you pouted at the lost.

“I said, I love you too,” he repeated, “and I’m sure we could work something out if you want to.” You thought about it, maybe it could work. Maybe you could have your happy ending. Maybe.

“Okay Hunt,” you finally replied, “if you think this could work, I’m in.”

He gave you a big smile that made your heart dance in your chest, and he leaned forward and gave you a proper kiss. One that held everything he was feeling for you and more. You returned it, and knew that this could work.

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Masterlist:

Dean Winchester:

Stay

Nothing Else Matters (Part 2 of Stay)

Just For Hurting You

Crimson Sea

Leon S. Kennedy:

Gone Too Soon

I Will Follow You: Coming Soon!

Ethan Hunt:

Coming Soon!

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Never going to get over the fact that I went into the Mission Impossible films expecting Ethan Hunt to be this macho man that’s peak “made by men for men” and instead got absolutely slapped across the face by the fact that he’s in fact not that… he’s just this sad little guy who loves his friends a little too much and runs more than any one person should

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When you run out of fics to read

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Can never forgive them for getting rid of Dean’s jewelry </3

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Crimson Sea

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You're on your period and are struggling with your cramps and hormones both emotionally and sexually. Dean wants to help in more ways than one.

A/N: So my PMDD and period cramps were acting up and I needed some comfort. If you don't have PMDD, it's PMS on steroids with your emotions and is found in us neurodivergents😅 Even if you don't have it, you may just need some Dean comfort on your period or just in general. (Side note, this is just a small bit of what this disorder is and I'm not trying to have people diagnose themselves. There are not a lot of fanfics out there that cover this, so I wanted to write one myself) Enjoy!🥰

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Fluff, Angst, mentions of PMDD, depression, self-doubt, and insecurities, period sex, little mention of blood (only mention in conversation, not during intercourse), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, creampie, Dean being an absolute sweetheart.

"GODAMIT!" You yelled angrily. Looking down you see the plastic take-out container full of Chinese food all over the floor. You were trying to get some water to take your pain medicine. Your cramps were beyond excruciating, your emotions were everywhere and you wanted a nap. You aggressively throw the now broken plastic container into the sink before sliding onto the floor while breaking down. You sobbed loudly into your knees, feeling upset but also annoyed at yourself for getting upset over something so tiny. Your breathing was erratic and your heart was beating what felt like a million miles an hour. You hear the sound of heavy boots running to the doorway. Dean sees you in your distraught state and his heart breaks at the sight. He knew how awful your PMDD was when it was time for your period. It wasn't like normal PMS. You would be fine one moment. Happy, excited, full of energy and confidence. Then the next you'd be how you are right now. Broken, lost, hopeless, insecure, and numb. Dean kneels next to you, ignoring the mess on the floor before pulling you into a tight hug.

"C'mon Sweetheart, I'm right here. Breathe for me." He said, his head in your hair.

"I... I... I made a mess. I just wanted to take my medicine. I can't even do that right without fucking it up." You say crying hysterically into his chest trying to breathe.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, Darlin." He says pulling you closer, his hand on your tear-soaked face, making you look at him.

"Don't talk about yourself that way, okay? I'll clean up the mess, you get your medicine okay? Then I want you to take a hot shower okay? I'll meet you in there." He says holding you.

"I don't want you to leave me..." you say quietly, your crying calming down. Dean moves a piece of your hair that fell out of your face.

"Okay... c'mere," he said before picking you up like you weighed nothing. Dean gently places you on the counter, kissing your forehead before grabbing a glass of water for you along with your medicine. You take the pill into your mouth, the cool liquid running down your throat. You take a deep breath trying to calm yourself. Dean gently squeezed your thighs before cleaning up the mess on the floor. Once he was almost done cleaning up the mess, your emotions from your hormones finally subsided, and you finally spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to make a mess or be dramatic. I can't think straight and I know that's not an excu-"

"You're not being dramatic, Baby," Dean says seriously, the look on his face stern, but loving. "You can't control how it affects you. If it bothered me, I would tell you." He says, throwing the rest of the trash away, and making his way in front of you. He places one hand on the counter beside you, his other cupping your face, stroking your cheekbone.

"This is what I'm here for... And I love taking care of you when you need me.." he said softly. You smile at him, your eyes watering again.

"Fuck my emotions, man." You say rubbing your eyes, making Dean chuckle at you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, placing your forehead on his.

"I love you..." you say quietly.

"I love you more." He says kissing your nose. Dean pulls you closer, your head on his shoulder as he rubs your back. "Feeling better?"

"Emotionally yes. My cramps are awful right now." You say, his flannel muffling your voice. "Can we go lay down and cuddle?" You ask looking up at him. Dean smiles, picking you up bridal style. "I was hoping you would say that." Dean carries you to your shared bedroom, placing you softly on the mattress, pulling the covers, and placing them over you before crawling in. You lay your head on his chest while he places his large, warm hand on your lower stomach. You try and relax in the warmness of him. Focusing on the smell of cologne, gunpowder, and Dean's natural scent. It was comfortable, but your cramps still stayed. You move your legs to try and soothe the ache of your uterus. Turning away from Dean, your ass lightly hits his abdomen. Your brain now thinking of how close he was and how good it would feel to have him inside you. Great. Now you were in pain and horny. The thoughts of how deep he would be inside of you. His tip kissing your cervix, his length stretching your sensitive core while he told you how you were being such a good girl for him. You flip back towards him, groaning before shoving your face into his chest. Dean smirked down at you, noticing the way your tone and demeanor changed. He knew you better than anyone, especially when it came to the sounds you made depending on your mood. That wasn't a sound of pain, that was the sound of frustration. Sexual frustration. Dean gently placed his hand into your hair, stroking your h/c locks before saying

"Ya know... I can think of a way to help you and your cramps.." he said making you look up.

"Yeah? What's that?" You say. Dean rolls on top of you and situates himself so his tall frame isn't squishing you. He holds your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against your soft skin.

"I heard orgasms help with really bad cramps. Makes the blood flow quicker. Plus, it releases those endorphins and makes you relax. They're even better because you're so damn sensitive." He says, his hand now rubbing your lower stomach. Fuck. Did you need that right now.

"As much I want that, It's going to make a mess and there's going to be blood everywhere." You say.

"So? I ain't afraid of blood. Especially yours. I'll happily sail the crimson sea for you." He says making you laugh, smacking his chest playfully causing him to smile. He looks at you before turning serious again. "Seriously Baby. Let me help you."

You looked into his green eyes. Amazed how serious he was about this.

"How did you find out about all that stuff? And what made you look it all up?" You say, your thumb rubbing the scruff on his cheek. Dean sighed, his long lashes hitting his cheekbones.

"Because I don't like seeing you in pain, Sweetheart. You go through so much every month with this shit and it's a fucking joke that you get the worse of the worse when dealing with something that others get so easily. Your own brain turns on you and makes you think the worst of yourself. I want to make you feel better. Make you know I want you no matter what." Dean says sincerely. Okay. Now you were in pain, horny, and emotional. You placed Dean's face in your hands, looking deep into his eyes.

"You don't think it's gross?" You whispered.

Dean kissed your forehead, making your chest ache, filling with love you had for him.

"Nothing you can ever do is gross. And it's natural, Baby." He whispered back. "C'mon, let's get you into the shower, huh? Then after you decide if you want to have me help out or not. " You nod your head. Dean helps you get up, the feeling of Edward Scissorhands still attacking your uterus making it hard for you to walk. Dean walks you to the showers and starts the water for you while grabbing your body wash, knowing you don't want to wash your hair right now, just wanting to relax. He placed your new underwear and one of his shirts for you to change into down before turning to you.

"I'll be in our room when you're done, okay?" Dean says while gently holding your shoulders.

You smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you, Babe... I don't know what I'd do without you".

"Probably go full Godzilla mode and destroy the town." He said jokingly, making you laugh with a big smile.

"I'll be in our room when you're done, okay?" He says. You thank him again and he pecks your lips before leaving you to your shower. You take off your clothes and put your hair up in a bun so it doesn't get wet. You take a quick shower, relaxing underneath the steaming, hot water. The water calms the cramps in your lower back and abdomen. You grabbed your loofah and the shower gel, cleaning yourself thoroughly. You cleaned your inner thighs, accidentally brushing against your sensitive nerves. You really needed some relief. Your cramps were slightly more bearable, but your arousal was insane on the other hand. Maybe Dean was right. If he was serious about getting you off, you should take him up on it. How could he NOT be serious? His tone was so sure and positive about making sure he could find a way to help you. That was one thing that made Dean so different. He looked like a stereotypical bad boy on the outside. But he was the total opposite when it came to people he loved. Especially you. Dean would do anything to make you feel safe, loved, and good about yourself. Sex was the best way he showed it and his emotions. He was a giver. Sure, he loved when you gave him head, but making you come undone was what kept him alive. Snapping out of your thoughts, you turn off the water, grab your towel, and get changed. You walk back to your room. Dean lies sprawled out on the bed, his feet flat on the floor, his hands in the air while looking up at his phone. His black shirt raised a little, showing his lower stomach and faintly his muscles, practically teasing you more than it already was. You quietly walk over to Dean, feet on either side of his legs, making him look up at you as you take his phone, tossing it while straddling his lap. He raises his eyebrow at you shocked but also turned on by how forward you were being. Your hands go to his belt, tugging at it desperately. You could feel him getting hard beneath his jeans.

"I need you, Dean. I want you to make me feel better. Please." You beg, clear desperation in your voice. The ache in between your legs becoming too much. Dean sat up right away, pulling you in and kissing you. It started slow but became more passionate. Dean's hands help both sides of your waist, keeping you in his lap. He breaks the kiss from you, catching his breath.

"You sure?" He says. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the soft, brown locks at the nape of his neck pulling him close.

"Please." You whine, the need inside you becoming too much. You place your heat right on top of his jeans, moving your hips. Your body shakes at the feeling of the roughness of his jeans and the hardness of his length. Dean doesn't waste a second longer. He picks you up, laying you on your back. Dean quickly takes his black shirt and jeans off, leaving him in his boxer briefs. Your eyes can't help but trail over his body. His warm-toned skin practically glowing in the bedroom lighting. The way just arms flexed as he lifted his shirt above his head, revealing his abs and toned chest. The slight happy trail on his stomach led faintly to where the access to your sweet relief was. You take a deep breath and press your thighs together, trying to release the pressure between them. Dean notices and smirks.

"See something you want?" He says crossing his arms over his chest, causing the veins in his forearms to pop out more.

"I see a lot that I want." You say returning the smirk. Dean smiles at you, walking over in front of you on the bed. He leans down on the bed and wraps his arms around your legs before pulling you closer. You feel his hot breath on your lips as he hovers his own above yours. Green eyes stare into your eyes before looking down at your lips and looking back into your eyes.

"I guess it would be rude of me not fulfill my help to you then, huh?" His voice deep with lust. Dean's hand trails the inside of your thigh, ghosting over your hot flesh. You breathe unsteadily at the feeling, biting down on your lip. You let out a faint moan at the feeling of his index finger faintly stroking your clothed heat. Dean leans down, kissing your neck while taking his shirt you were wearing off of you. You arch your back at the feeling of the cool air erecting your nipples, his hot tongue going down the valley of your breasts before taking one of them into his mouth while keeps stroking in between your thighs.

"Don't stop..." you say quietly. Your fingers lace through his hair as he gently tugs off your panties before stroking your wet slit. Your body shakes at the feeling. The pleasure you were receiving was slowly canceling out the cramps you were having. Dean releases your breast and kisses up your neck to your cheek. He plants a chaste kiss on your cheek while inserting his middle finger inside you. You whine from sensitivity. The feeling of pleasure and slight pain hitting you but still wanting more. Dean kisses the side of your head.

"You want me to keep going?" He whispers against your temple. You nod your head quickly.

"Yes... It feels so good..". You say while your breathing picks up. Dean smirks before lowering his head between your legs. No. There's no way he's going to-.

Before you can even finish what you were thinking, you feel the warmth and wetness from Dean's tongue lightly ghost over your sensitive bud of nerves. Dean flattens his tongue, giving you a slow, long lick from the bottom of your folds to the top. He adds a second finger into you and brushes them against that one spot deep inside you before he switches between licking and sucking on you like a man starved for days. The pressure inside you gets intense. You wouldn't be able to last a second longer. Dean takes your sensitive bud into his mouth while moving his tongue around, his fingers reaching perfectly inside you. You start shaking all over. Grabbing his dark locks, you moan loudly while releasing all over Dean's fingers. He groans at the feeling of how tight you are around his fingers, how wet you are for him. He stops and kisses your right inner thigh while gently using his thumb to stroke the other. Dean sits up and kisses you slowly but sensually, gently cupping your chin. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you before you separate from him.

"I need you, Dean... I need you inside me. Please." You whisper. You knew you sounded pathetic right now but let's face it, you were. Dean always had you craving more and right now only made it ten times more true. Dean softly rubs his nose against yours, your foreheads touching.

"Anything for you, Sweetheart." He whispers back. You sneak your hands down his toned chest, your small hands softly running down his abs stopping at the waistband of his boxers. You slide them down his hips, making his hard length pop up below his belly button. You bit your lip, lost in a daze staring, your core feeling like lava again. Dean pulled his boxers the rest of the way off. He hooks his finger underneath your jaw, forcing you to look up at him and break you from your thoughts. He smiles down at you, placing your legs on the sides of his legs. He holds your hand as he slowly pushes into you. You gasp at the feeling before moaning at how he feels against your sensitive walls. Dean slowly pulls back out before pushing back in, making sure he isn't overwhelming you. You let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around his back, moaning into his neck. That was Dean's green light to pick up his pace. His hips hit yours quicker, but still not too fast. He leans down and kisses your neck, holding your hips as he thrusts into you. He moans at the feeling of you tightening around him before he leans down more and places your legs up and around above his waist, hitting deeper into you. You cry out at the new feeling, your nails digging into his biceps. Dean picks up his pace and gently rubs your swollen bud, knowing you're close. He kisses you deeply, biting your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. You feel yourself tighten around him like a vice, moaning loudly into his mouth, your body lifting off the mattress and shaking uncontrollably as you reach your high. Dean continues pumping in and out of you, moaning your name relishing in your grip around him. He lets go and releases deep inside you, making the both of you moan. Dean slowly pulls out of you, making you whine from overstimulation and the loss of feeling of him inside. He gently pulls you close to him, laying down with your head on his chest. Your breath steadies at the feeling of him rubbing your arm, his face in your hair. You close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat slow down. Dean kisses your head gently.

"Cramps feeling better?" He says, his voice tired.

"So much better. Thank you so much." You say against his chest quietly. Dean smiles down at you and nods.

"No need to thank me, Baby. The pleasure was all mine." he says with a tired smirk. You smile up at him, gently poking his nose.

"You're a mess." You say quietly.

"I think we both are." Dean jokes, making you giggle. He looks at you, soaking in how beautiful you look. Your messy hair, swollen lips, and half-lidded eyes. It's a sight he'll never get over or want to stop seeing.

"I love you." He says softly, his thumb gently stroking your bottom lip.

"I love you, too." You say smiling back.

Dean lays down all the way, allowing you to snuggle into him more. He pulls the covers closer to you both, holding onto you while rubbing your exhausted body.

"Get some sleep, Baby. I'm not going anywhere." He says kissing your forehead. You nod tiredly, slowly drifting off into a deep sleep. Dean watches as you fall asleep, making sure you're okay before he shuts his own eyes.

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Just For Hurting You

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: I love this song and all I could think about was how Dean would react to his girlfriend's ex threatening her.

Summary: You run into your toxic ex outside the bar you're at with the guys. Dean protects you from him. You get turned on by how protective Dean is, so you happily allow him to take his anger he had for your ex out on you.

Warnings: Smut (EVERYTHING IS CONSENUAL BETWEEN READER AND DEAN), fluff, angst, protective! Dean, dom! Dean, mentions of an abusive ex (toxicity, threats, manipulation, cheating, reader mentions getting hit once), fighting, blood, mentions of a gun, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, biting, fingering, mentions of voyeurism, spanking, choking/breathe play, crying from pleasure, mentions of a safeword (not used), bonage (Dean uses his belt to keep Reader's hands behind her back and puts her hands above her head), creampie. I think that's it😅

The sound of pool balls being hit, chattering, and classic rock music playing hit your ears. Dean has his arm around your waist. You are pulled close to him at the bar where you two and Sam were sitting. It had been a long last couple of months with hunting, and you all decided to hit up the local bar a couple cities over from where you grew up, since you where in the area before heading back home.

"How long ago was it until you decided to leave the area?" Sam asked, sitting on the other side of you.

"About 10 years ago, I think? I needed out after everything that happened with Kyle." You say taking a sip of your cider. "Plus, it was hard not looking like the town's "crazy chick" when that demon invaded my apartment shortly after."

"Well, good thing. " Dean chimes in after taking a swig of his whiskey. "I dig the town's crazy chick and won her in the end." He said, smirking while moving hair out of your face. You smiled before kissing his cheek, making Sam gag jokingly. Dean flips him off, making you laugh before he slips himself off the bar stool. "Be right back. Gotta go to the bathroom." He says, pecking your lips. Sam gives him a thumbs up, and Dean grabs his phone and heads to the back of the bar where the bathrooms are.

"You're lucky I didn't vomit when you made that sound, Sam." You said looking up at the younger Winchester. Sam chuckles while taking a swig of his beer.

"So, you can deal with blood, demons, vampires, and the sorts, but the moment I make a gagging sound at you and Dean being lovey dovey; THAT'S when you get sick".

"Hey! You know I hate that sound." You say laughing.

"Which is exactly why I did it." He said while messing with your hair. You swat his hand away, smiling. Behind Sam, someone caught your eye. You knew that head of blonde hair from anywhere. Still wearing the same jean jacket the last time you say him. Sam saw you frozen in place, fear in your eyes. He looked behind him and situated himself, so he was completely blocking you.

"That's him?" He said quietly, having you focus on him. You look up at him and slowly nod your head.

"Sneak out the back. I'll go get Dean. Okay?" He says, placing his hand on your shoulder. You nod. Getting up quietly, you walk towards the back exit while Sam goes to the restroom to go grab Dean. Pulling out your phone, you text Dean.

You: He's here... I'm going out the back.

You make your way through the hoards of people and make it to the back door. You step outside and take a deep breath, letting the anxiety leave you knowing you were safe. That was until you heard a familiar voice that turned your blood to ice.

"Sure has been a while... What? Ten years since you ran off?". You turn around and face the man who was more terrifying than any demon you had ever faced.

"I didn't run from shit Kyle... You cheated on me." You said, your voice strong. Letting out everything you were too afraid to say to him when you were in your early twenties. "Then when I found out, you yelled at me, said it was my fault. That I was the one that caused it because I refused to sleep with you and cater to "your needs"." You say getting closer to him.

" I was young then baby, I didn't know what I wa-"

"I'M NOT DONE TALKING YET." you yelled.  "You were pissed I didn't give you my v-card and stood up to you unlike the other girls. Then, you hit me. That's when I realized you were nothing but a lying, narcissistic piece of shit.". Kyle smiles, you looking up and down.

"Yeah, and you're still a prude, aren't you?" He says, looking down at you. "It's okay. We all know that nobody could even try to get you off like I could have if you let me." He says, touching your shoulder. You smack his hand away. You stand right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm no prude at all. The opposite, actually." You say, pissed that he would even dare bring Dean into this. But since he did, your petty side figured you might as well have fun. "My boyfriend gets me off more than multiple times. He loves me while he fucks me and its the best fucking feeling in the world. I've lost count of the number of times he's made me finish. Something you could never have any woman do."

"What the fuck did you say to me?" He yelled. You see him try to reach out and grab you but his arm was grabbed from behind, making him spin around before Dean shoves him and he stumbles back hitting the wall of the building.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to hit MY girl?" Dean yells, his face almost bright red, the veins in his neck popping out, and his green eyes full of rage like he's about to murder the guy. Sam stands beside you, making sure you're okay. Kyle stands up, putting his hand on his chin before snapping his neck, a devious smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry... What?" He says with venom in his voice.

"Dean..." you say quietly from behind him, gently grabbing the sleeve on of his navy jacket. He doesn't break eye contact with your ex. Only placing his arm out in front of you so you can stay back, holding up his index finger, telling you to hang on. You stand behind him, your hands gently grabbing the fabric of his jacket.

"Really? You leave me for some abrecombie model?" Kyle says pissed.

"Ain't no Abercrombie model buddy. Now get your ass outta here before you make a bigger douche bag out of yourself more than you already have." Dean snides back. Kyle's smirk turns into a frown. All of a sudden, Kyle's fist hits Dean straight in the nose, causing it to bleed. Dean falls back on the ground before Kyle pulls out a gun, pointing it at him, making you scream. Quicker than lightning, Dean kicks underneath Kyle's legs, making him fall. He beats Kyle's face twice before grabbing the gun and points it at his head.

"Believe me, buddy, I may not look it. But I'm more than just a pretty face." Dean says with blood running down his nose. Dean spits the blood from out of his mouth and while cocking the pistol, making Kyle freeze and fear take over his eyes. You're about to stop Dean, but Sam grabs you. You look at Sam like he's crazy before his hazel eyes glance over to the gun in Dean's hands before he lets go. The magazine is empty. Dean presses the gun against Kyle's forehead and leans his face down close to him.

"Now, if I ever see you anywhere near my girl again; I won't hesitate to put a bullet into that brainless skull of yours." Dean says quietly as blood continues to pour from his nose. He stands up, still keeping the gun on Kyle.

"Oh, and by the way," Dean says while lowering the gun. "Next time you choose to bring a gun out, make sure your magazine isn't empty." He says. Dean takes out the magazine from the gun and tosses it, hitting Kyle in his face, making him scram away. Dean walks over to you, placing his hands on both sides of your face.

"You okay?" He says, pressing his forehead against yours. You look at him in awe, not only impressed but turned on. You knew Dean could fight, considering what you all did for a living. But having him defend you like no one else ever had before? Protecting you and beating some piece of shit and scaring him until he was practically shaking? It made him so primal, and it turned you beyond belief.

"Yeah, um. I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting you to do that." You say, looking down.

"What? Of course I would. I'd do anything to keep you safe. You know that, sweetheart." He says. You smile up at him and kiss his lips.

"I know".

Sam clears his throat, "we uh, ready to go home?" He asks. Dean smiles, holding his hand protectively in yours. "Alright, Sammy, let's go.".

When you make it back to the bunker, Sam goes to his room. You and Dean are in your shared room, cleaning up Dean's face. He's sitting on the bed having you fix him up. His nose finally stops bleeding, but he has a small gash on his cheek from when he hit the concrete. You look at his face and can tell from his eyes that his mind is elsewhere. You rub the scruff on his cheek, bringing him back to you.

"What's wrong?" You ask quietly.

Dean sighs. "I'm glad you're okay. I really am. But a part of me wishes that damn magazine wasn't empty."

"Dean-"

" I hate everything that he has done to you. I wanted to rip his arms off for even trying to touch you. Cut his tongue off for how he spoke to you. Hell, I wanted to make him regret breathing the same air as you." He says, getting more angry. "There's so much I wanted to do to him.". You put down the gauze and peroxide that you used to clean his cut. You sit down on his lap, straddling him. Dean sighs as he feels your fingers run through his brown locks, laying his head against your chest. "You're not mad at me, are you?".

"Why would I be mad at you? You protected me like you always do. Who knows what would have happened if you didn't step in". You say rubbing is back. "Besides, I can't lie. It was.... really hot when you were angry and kicked him down and threatened him with that gun..."

Dean lifts his head up, smirking. "Yeah? How hot was I?" He said. You bite your lip and look down before he hooked his finger under your chin, making you look him in the eyes. "What were you thinking about, Darlin'?" He said, his voice deep with lust.

"You were just so... primal. I wanted you to take out what you were feeling on me. I wanted you biting me, holding me down face first. Whatever you felt like doing." You say honestly. You felt the hardness in Dean's jeans. He pulled you closer to him, your chest against his.

"Yeah? What else?" He said, gently kissing your neck. Shivers went down your spine.

"I.. I wanted you to use your belt to put my hands behind my back while you fucked me hard and pulled my hair. I wanted you to lose control." You say breathless. Dean lifts his head up from your neck.

"You sure you want that baby?" He says, his thumb ghosting over your lip.

"Please." You say, your hands trailing underneath his shirt. Dean gently cups your face before kissing your lips.

"Remember your safeword?" He asks.

"Impala." you say against his lips. Dean stands up, holding you against him before pushing you against the wall, kissing you roughly. Dean pushes your shirt up and over your head and throws it. He cups your breasts roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth, making you moan. His face changing from his calm behavior to one of rage, making you impossibly wet.

"That piece of shit thinks he can come around and threaten the one thing in my life that's given me so much." He says, roughly unclasping your bra before throwing it and attaching his lips to your sensitive nipple. You moan loudly, your back levitating off the wall, tightening your legs around his waist while gripping his hair. Dean grabs your wrists and holds them above your head, making you squirm against his jeans. He lets go of you nipple before kissing you again, carrying you over and tossing you on your bed before discarding his own jacket and shirt. Your eyes stare up at him in awe. Dean roughly removes your jeans and panties, the sensation and cool air hitting your wet heat. Dean's dark green eyes stare down at your glistening folds, his mouth watering at the sight.

"You weren't lying. This precious pussy is soaked." He says before kneeling in front of you. Dean gently runs his index finger over your lips, causing you to shake at the felling.

"Want me to taste your pussy, Sweetheart? Make you come all over my face before I fuck you so hard you can't breath?" He says before barley inserting his finger, causing you to moan.

"Yes, Dean. Please." You whine. That's all he needs to hear before diving into you. He sucks your clit harshly while adding his index and middle finger inside you. You let out a large cry of pleasure. Dean's fingers roughly brushed against your g-spot, you slickness making it incredibly easy to fuck you with his fingers. He's hardly touched you, and you can feel yourself coming. The heat that's built up inside you, over flowing as you cum. You moan loudly, gripping Dean's hair. He removes his mouth from your clit before saying roughing.

"That low life wishes he could make you scream like I can. Could make your whole body come undone and be left broken, begging for more.". He says before slapping your inner thigh somewhat hard making you moan before soothing the skin with his hand. Dean flips you over onto your stomach, the heat in your belly burning like an inferno. He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you and your head up as he kisses and bites your neck.

"Wish he was here so he could watch me fuck you. He could see how much he fucked up. Wishing he could make you cum even a quarter of the ways I can." He says before you hear his belt being undone. You shiver as he gently places his hand on the side of your neck.

"You sure you want this baby?" He says softly. "I might not be able to stop." He says, stroking your neck. You looked behind you into his eyes. "I have a safeword for a reason, don't I?." You say breathless, making him lose his mind. Dean grabs his belt, the coolness of the faux leather and metal of it being wrapped around the hot skin of your wrists. He makes sure his belt his tight, but not too tight to make you lose your circulation. Your wetness drips down your thighs as he lays your upper body down on the bed. You hear him from behind unzip his jeans, falling onto the floor. Dean places himself in his hand before teasing your slit, rubbing his hot, thick length against you, aching folds. He gently grabs the belt holding your wrists together, slowlying sinking into your tight, warm, wet, cunt. He moans at the feeling of you around his length, holding tightly to your wrists while kissing the back of your head. He slowly pulls out, only to thrust back in hard, knocking the air out of your lungs. His pace picks up roughly, him spanking your ass making you moan loudly, the sensitive skin turning red. Every time his large hand makes contact with your skin, he kisses down your spine. Dean reaches his hand around to the front of your throat, grabbing it and pulling your head back. Your back arches against his chest as he slams into you more agressesive, the bed hitting the wall with every thrust. The feeling of his hand on your throat, with the perfect amount of pressure, even enough to make your head spin but still have you breathing. Dean kisses the top of your forehead gently, the exact opposite of the way he's railing into you. You moan loudly as he delivers on more harsh smack to your ass. Dean moans roughly along your neck.

"Want me to cum inside you baby?." He says, his thrusts starting to become sloppy, his hand grabbing your wrist hard.

"Yes please!" You cry out. Your body on the brick of cumming undone. Dean puts your body on the matress, both hands grabbing yours hips tightly as he fucks you so hard and deep. Tears fall from your eyes, the overstimulation taking over your body from Dean hitting your spot perfectly and your clit rubbing against the matress. Your sensitive walls flutter over him. Dean thrusts into you, letting the animal inside him out. He pushes your body down so your ass is up, hitting your spot perfectly before reaching to rub your clit. You almost black out as your orgams takes over, releasing all over his lower stomach. Dean moans loadly as he pumps his hot load inside of you, loving the sight of it seeping out of you. He collapses on top of you, his arms on each side of you holding himself up so he doesn't squish you. Dean kisses your back gently before undoing the belt on your wrists. He pulls out of you and pulls you into his arms while laying you on his chest. You feel his hand soothe your wrists as he kisses them gently.

"You okay?". He says, his lips against your skin. You smirk tiredly before kissing his lips.

"Better than okay.". You say.

"I love you." Dean says, rubbing your back.

"I love you more." You say as you settle into Dean, his strong arms protecting you from everyone and everything around you like he always does.

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Nothing Else Matters

Dean Winchester x Reader

Inspired by "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica

Summary: Part two of "Stay". After almost losing you after a hunt, Dean shows you how much he needs you.

A/N: I promised smut and I delivered🫡😏 I was on my peak ovulation day when I wrote this so needless to say, I had a LOT on my mind with this man😅 FYI this is the continuation of where I left off with " Stay", so make sure you go here if you haven't read that first. Also, I tried adding the song from Spotify with tumblr, but it didn't work, so I added the link to it if you all want to listen to the song. Enjoy🥰

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: 18+( BE GONE KIDS), Smut, Fluff, soft!dom! Dean, desperate Dean, emotional sex, semi rough sex, oral sex (m&f), soft BDSM (restraining), soft choking (Dean puts his hand gently around reader's throat), mentions of hand kink, deepthroating, squirting, fingering, creampie, teasing, cum tasting, and slight PTSD.

Dean kissed you deeply while picking you up, making you moan. Your legs wrap around his waist, your hands holding his face between them while cupping his check. You felt the stiffness in his jeans against your inner thigh; almost touching where you need him the most. After months of not being with each other the way your bodies needed, you felt like you were on fire. Dean's tongue gently caressed your lips, wanting full access to your mouth. You pulled him closer and granted him what he wanted. He slowly walks over to the bed while rubbing your ass. You take every bit of what he was giving you. Just like you always did. Dean was one of a kind in the bedroom. He was intense but loving, dominate but gentle, rough but caring, and overall passionate. His goal always to get you off before himself. He wanted you to feel every bit of his love for you while pushing you to your limit, making you cry his name and cum so hard your body was shaking and the indents of your nails left marks down his back. Whether it was him slowly moving his hips into yours or holding your hands behind your back while roughly taking you from behind, he made sure to always show he loved you.

Dean sat on his knees on the edge of the bed, you still wrapped around him. His hands on your hips move you slightly, making the bulge in his jeans slightly hit in between your legs. But it wasn't enough to give you remotely what you needed.

"Fuck, I've missed you." Dean whispers, kissing from your neck all the way down to the slope that meets your shoulder. He pushes your back on the bed, his tall, muscular form hovering over you.

"I've missed you too." You say, looking at him. His eyes that were normally a beautiful bright shade of forest green, now a dark emerald filled with lust and need. His large hands moved up to your bra, cupping your breasts and rubbing his thumbs over the black lace material against your nipples. You lightly moaned, arching your back into his hands.

"What do you want, Darlin'? I can't help you if you don't speak up. " He says, kissing you down to your belly.

"My jeans. Take my jeans off." You say slowing your breathing so you can speak. Dean quirks his eyebrow at you. Seriously? He was going to make you beg after months without him?

"Please. Please take my jeans off. " You say softly. Dean didn't need to be told twice. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, taking them off, before standing up and throwing them in some forgotten part of your room.

"You're such a good girl, Baby." He says leaning down and kissing you. His hands rubbing your thighs, close to your core. The warmth of yours and his skin and the contrast of the shocking chill from the ring on his right ring finger made you gasp. He takes the advantage and slips his tongue into your mouth. The taste of coffee and apple pie from early this evening still on his lips. You wrap your arms around him, deepening the kiss. His one hand sneaks around your back, unclasping your bra while the other one lightly holds and caresses your neck. Dean takes your bra off, your nipples automatically hard. Both from arousal and the chill of the room. Dean breaks the kiss and latches his mouth onto your left nipple, licking and slightly grazing it with his teeth. His other hand working your other breast. He pulls you closer, teasing you by moving his hips to give you both the friction that you've been craving. The roughness of his jeans and the feeling of his dick rubbing against your hardly clothed pussy and clit driving you crazy.

"Dean..." you whimper, knowing this is only the beginning of what he has planned. He pulls away from your nipple with a pop and starts slowly kissing down your chest. The warmth of him only turning you on more and more the lower he gets. He stops right above where your black thong is. His eyes intensely looking into your's.

"Are you gonna let me taste your pussy, Baby? Let me show you how much I missed you? How much I need you?". He says his voice deep with lust, his hot breath against your core. You clench around nothing at just the thought alone. You nod your head quickly.

"Use your words, Sweetheart."

"Yes, Dean. I want whatever you want to give me." You say looking straight into his eyes. He takes his position on the bed, hovering over you, your legs spread open for him. He kisses your inner thighs on each side, before rubbing his index finger along you clothed slit that's damp from how wet you are for him.

"That's my girl." He whispers before moving your panties to the side. The cool air and hot warmth of his tongue hitting your pussy at once. You let out a soft moan as his warm, wet tongue glides over your folds, up to your clit, then starts to suck. Your fingers run through his soft light brown locks. Dean impatiently tugs your thong off you, tearing some of the lace. You would be upset if it wasn't for the fact that you needed him so bad. Dean starts licking your folds again, his tongue slipping inside of you. His nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue hits the perfect spot.

"Don't stop, Babe. Please don't stop." You moan out loudly. Dean didn't want to stop. The taste of you was an addiction he would happily use as a drug. The sounds coming from you only add to the pleasure of it. Dean slips his tongue out and, before you can protest, slips his middle and ring finger in; going back to licking the bundle of sensitive nerves. You could tell you were getting close. Dean's fingers moving just right to hit the spot while licking and sucking your clit like a man that was starving. The coldness of his ring adding to the pleasure against your hot flesh. You felt your arousal starting to seep down your legs, near Dean's mouth. Groaning against you as he felt how wet you were, your taste reaching his taste buds. Your legs began shaking, almost closing around his head. He used his free hand and the arm of the one that was busy to keep you opened for him.

"Dean, please let me cum!" You cried while moving your hips against his mouth. Dean moved his fingers quicker, his mouth going wild on you while he held you in place. You felt the heat inside you getting ready to burst. The warmth spreading to your core. With one final harsh lick from Dean, you were cuming on his face. He held you into place, continuing to go down on you and finger you while you soaked his entire face. Your whimpers now loud and uncontrollable while seeing nothing but flashes of hot white. Its not until after your entire body stops shaking and aftershock of your orgasm that he finally stops. Dean takes his fingers out of you and lifts his face up from you pussy. He places his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean while staring into your eyes before kissing you. You open your mouth as he pushes his tongue in, tasting the tangy, sweet mess of yourself that you made on his face.

"You taste so fucking good, Sweetheart." He says breaking the kiss, his face almost touching yours."I don't think you've ever squirted that much before." Rubbing your sides.

"Yeah, I don't think so either." You say, still trying to get your breath back. You sneak your hands in between both your bodies, tugging at his belt and jeans. "Now, it's my turn to show you how much I need you." You whisper to him. Dean smirks, sitting up and taking his belt off. Dean thinks of all the things he could do to you right now with it. The different positions he could have you in while he made you cum over and over again until your body gave out. Dean throws it on the floor instead, not wanting to go full force when its been so long for you two. You help him out of his jeans. You kiss his neck, your fingers ghosting down his pecs and abs, causing him to slightly shiver and sigh. You lay on your stomach and move down to where his boxes are, kissing his abdomen before pulling them off. His length springs up hitting his lower stomach, the tip of him shinning with precum. You take him into your hand and your mouth almost drools at seeing how stiff, heavy, and long he is.

"Fuck, Baby..." Dean says as you lick his shaft from bottom to top, before taking his tip into your mouth. The rest of him you couldn't fit was wrapped around by your hand, stroking him. You slowly moved you head up and down, missing the taste and feel of him in your mouth. Dean moans at the feeling of your hot mouth on him. Every sweep of your tongue sending him off into bliss. He starts slowly moving his hips into your mouth, careful not to choke you. His abs contracting with every breath he takes.

"Look at me Baby. Let me see those pretty eyes." He says moving his hips faster while holding your hair back. You look up at him, your e/c orbs staring into his soul. You quickly pop him out of your mouth, sucking and liking his balls before slowly moving back up to his tip, putting him back in your mouth. Dean tilts his head back, his long lashes closing over his green eyes as you take him deeper into your mouth, touching the back of your throat. His thrusts becoming quicker as he starts fucking your throat making you gag a little. "Your so good baby girl." He's moans before having you stop. He pulls you up and kisses you with so fast, your lungs get the wind knocked out of them before he lays you on the mattress. He grabs his dick and slightly rubs it in between your glistening folds teasing you.

"Babe, stop messing around and just fuck me." You whine. Dean smiles while teasing you a little bit more before he slides inside of you. You both moan at the feeling of each other, the warmth that fills you both.

"Fuck... you feel so good.." Dean says, both his arms on each side of your head. The feeling of how tight you were around him was enough to make him loose his mind. The warmth of your walls hugging him and the feeling of being so close to you again making him feel alive. Dean slowly moves his hips back causing him to hiss and you to moan. The roll of his hips hitting you perfectfly.

"I love you." He breaths out gainst your neck, gently nipping and kissing the skin.

"I love you too." You respond into his shoulder, your voice breathy. Your hands roamed Dean's back, feeling every toned muscle underneath. Your nails dig slightly into the skin, trying to compose yourself. Dean's pace gently starts to pick up. As his pace quickens, so does the thought of everything that had happened a few weeks ago. Agreeing to end your relationship, the vampire nest, the Alpha severly injuring you, you almost dying. Everything makes him realize how precious his life with you is.

"If I could take back the last few months, I would." He says softly while cupping your cheek. "I would stop my self from ever mentioning us being apart". His other hand gently caressing the scar on your hip.

"I would have been so much quicker or would have thrown myself straight at that piece of shit if I knew what was going to happen." Dean's hips slammed into yours as he was kissing down your chest. Your moans grew more erratic like his thrusts were. The feeling of him making you feel so full and taking you to cloud nine starting to hit you. You grabbed his face and brought him back up to yours, kissing him gently with a mix of passion and pure love. Dean melted into the kiss right away. He spilled every emotion he had into it as he continued moving his hips, slowing down a little. You both broke the kiss, leaving you both searching for oxygen as your noses continue to touch.

"We can't... change the past Dean..." you struggle to say between your breathes and the pleasure he was giving you. You placed your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch. "We've got... so much to look... forward to."

"I know, it doesn't make it hurt less though. But I have you now." He says before going to your neck, nipping at it. The scruff on his face mixing with the feeling on his mouth on you making you moan.

"What if mark you here, huh?" Dean asks, caressing the bottom of your neck. "Would you like that? Showing the world that you're mine. Right where that son of bitch tried to make you his dinner?" He asks before licking your neck. His pace picking up faster and more rough.

"Yes, please!" You cried out. You see his hands in the corner of your vision and watch the way his hand. You bit your lip as you saw the veins on his hands flex every time he thrusts into you. Dean looks over at where your eyes were and saw the want in your eyes. He stops what he's going and grabs both your wrists in his one hand, placing them above your head. You looked into Dean's eyes, who are focused on you.

"Better, Baby?" He says roughly, leaning down to your ear.

"Fuck yes." You said sighing as he kisses your neck gently on last time before biting your neck, leaving his mark on your skin. You hiss as Dean soothes the spot with his tongue while he sets your legs over his shoulders. He moves his hips again, causing your back to arch up, your chest flush against his. Dean's hand around you wrists now looking to hold onto one of your hands, still keeping them above you. He hips pick up his pace while his other thumb reaches down for your clit while he captures your lips in his. You moan into the kiss feeling him stretch you out while he rubs your clit. Your walls beginning to squeeze him hard enough that he pulls away from the kiss and moans against your mouth. The grip of his hand above your head holding onto for dear life. Your body begins feeling fuzzy all over, you becoming a whimpering mess. Your orgams quickly catching up to you, your hands shake in Dean's strong grasp. Your walls flutter around him more, a clear sign that you're about to cum again. He let's go of your wrists, grabbing you and flipping onto his back, moving your hips to have you ride him. You bounce yourself up and down on him, his hands holding your sides as he thrusts up into you. His eyes on you and your breast as the move with each thrust of his hips. You fall forward, laying on his chest as he rams himself into you. Your breath becoming more ragged and your moans uncontrollably growing louder as his dick reaches deeper inside of you. He gently grabs you throat and you pulls into a heated kiss. Your tongues intertwining with one another.

"You gonna cum for me Baby? Show me how good I make you feel?"

"Yes!" You cry out, you body on the verge of breaking down. Dean's thrusts become more erratic and desperate. His breathing picks up speed along with his soft moans. Your nails dig into his chest, clawing him as a way to hold on to something as your orgasm hits you like a train. Your body shakes violently as you cry out against his chest. Dean reaches his orgasm right after you do, spilling every last bit inside you. The warmth of him soothes your aching walls, and he pulls out of you, making you both his from the loss of feeling each other before he puts you gently on your side to still lay on top of him. He softly rubs his hands up and down your back and through your messy h/c locks as you both come down from your highs. Your body feels heavy and completely boneless as Dean holds you close. He kisses your forehead gently, then your nose making you smile.

"You okay?" Dean says smiling.

"Never been better" you say tiredly, returning the smile.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" He asks.

"With everything we've done, you can never be rough with me." You say giving him a quick kiss on his chest before placing your hand there and gently rubbing his chest. Dean smiles down at you. He looks at your tattoo, his fingers caressing the skin. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of him touching you and listening to his breathing and heartbeat. Dean thinks for a moment before speaking.

"What if we got tattoos together?"

You open your eyes and look at him.

"You want to get matching tattoos?" You ask, raising your eyebrow. Dean was never one for tattoos and only got the one for obvious reasons. You, on the other hand, had a few small ones.

"Yeah... like what if we put each others initials near our anti posession tattoo?" Dean says.

"Yeah, no. First of all, that's so cleche and second of all, that's a classic bad omen for break ups." You say adjusting yourself to face him more smiling

"I think we're well past the 'break up' phase, but I get it." He says, rubbing your lower stomach, thinking. You think for a little bit. Something that would be special between the two of you. Then it hits you.

"What about the lyrics to our song?" You say. Dean smiles, looking straight ahead. Nothing Else Matters by Metallica was the song that played the day you two had your first kiss, your first dance to, and played the first time you made love.

"I love that idea." He says, moving the hair from your face. "Which part?".

"I was thinking I could get "Life is Ours, " and you could get "We Live it Our Way". We could get them on our forearms." You said smiling while running your finger down his arm that was around you.

"Let's do it then Sweetheart." Dean said smiling.

"Wait, really?! Yes!" you said happily.

Dean looked down at you, chuckling, and his heart melted at how excited you were. Your tattoo was much better than just your initials. It was the song that represented you two. The song was you two opening up to one another even when you never thought you would. It was about trust that you find in one another. The song was everything about you guys. It was perfect because when it comes to you two in this shit world, nothing else matters.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed reading because I definitely enjoyed writing it🤣

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Dean with Guns vs. Blades

Both are a complete turn on. The way he flips a blade in his hand. Damn. 

But… have you SEEN the look in the man’s eyes when he is holding a gun? Fuck Me.

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Stay

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: I haven't posted a fanfiction in a WHILE. Thanks to my best friend @theoceanicangel for harassing me to make this! I was listening to this song, and all I could think of was, "This has Dean written all over it." So naturally, I ended up making it longer than I probably should have and got carried away😅 This is my first Supernatural fic ever and only my third one I've written. There's also no said timeline. It just came purely from thought. I hope you all enjoy🥰

Summary: Dean and you mutually agree to end your relationship in order to keep one another safe. But what happens when one of you ends up getting hurt anyway?

Warnings: 18+, fluff, angst, sugestive content, blood and gore, mentions of major character deaths, coping with alcohol, depression, mentions of suicidial thoughts(?), idiots in love, broken Dean.

As a hunter, you made a code for yourself. The big rule was to not get attached. To  make sure to never get hurt. With what you do for a living with dealing with demons, vampires, witches, and many others; there was no need to risk getting close to anyone since your life was always on the line. To keep your walls up, and risk not only yourself getting hurt, but others. There was no risk of heartbreak if you had nothing to break. No need to push people away if you didn't let anyone in. But, you broke that promise to yourself when the Winchester brothers came into your life. Sam was like the older brother you always wanted. Caring, helpful, wise, and easy to talk to. But Dean? He was something else completely compared to his younger brother. Even on the first day that you met each other, you both knew you were in trouble. You could spill every fiber of your soul to him, cry your eyes out and scream as loud as you needed to and he would just hold you or would make you laugh nonstop. Dean knew more about emotions than anyone even if he wouldn't admit it. You both could mess with one another and the other wouldn't be mad. You could fully be yourselves with each other. Whether it was blasting Metallica, drinking your stress away, or even the playful flirting you two did with each other.  That was the mistake. You both opened yourselves up too much and got too close. What was a friendship turned into being best friends, that turned into sneaking into each other's rooms for comfort to ease nightmares, to Sam walking into to bunker and seeing you two making out on the table after confessing to each other. That was three years ago. Now? You both are standing across from each other in the kitchen, both hurting over the mess you all put yourselves through. You stare at the empty bottles of beer that Dean had finished on the counter, him slowly nursing his third one, leaning against the fridge. His leg was bouncing up and down, showing how anxious he was. His once bright green eyes now looking dull, foggy, and tired. You almost disassociated until you heard him speak again.

"Why did we do this to ourselves?" He said quietly.

"Are you saying this was a mistake?" You say looking down at the hard wood floor. Dean let's out an airy dry chuckle. "If it was then this would be a hell of a lot easier to do. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.".

"I know the feeling... But are you really willing to throw it all away?"

Dean looks you straight in the eyes, remembering how a demon figured out what mission you were on with Rowena, just to use you as bait to hurt him. "If it means keeping you safe; then yes." He says with his throat getting tighter, finishing his beer and opening another one.

That's why he wanted to end things? To keep you safe? You rolled your eyes and bit your lip

"You think THAT is going to keep me safe? Because you think I'm in danger because of you?" Now you were upset. "This whole fucking job and life is dangerous Dean!" You yelled walking up to him.

"And it'll be less dangerous for you without me as close to you!" He yelled back, tears threatneing to spill in his eyes. All that you could hear was your rapid heartbeat and both of you two breathing heavily as tears threatene to escape your eyes. He wiped his eyes and steadied his breathing. Dean gently placed his hand on your cheek, wiping the lone tear that escaped your eyes.

"I can't risk almost loosing you again. Its been too close for the both of us." he whispered. He was right. The thought of him dying on you hurt more than anything. Witnessing it though? That would be even worse. The feeling of a large hand rubbing your back, your face in a toned chest, and the smell of leather, beer, and cologne brought you back to reality. You lifted your head and looked up at Dean as he wiped your eyes. "You're right... we both broke our code and its only going to get us killed one of these days. We can't live that happy domestic lifestyle." You say playing with the buttons on his shirt while looking at him. Dean caresses your cheekbones, so lightly it feels like he's hardly touching you. "If we could, I'd want it to be with you." He says softly, with a sad smile. "But keeping you safe is my main focus." You smile back at him them back away from him. The warmth that you've grown to love now gone from him and vice versa.

"I'll um... I'll go get the stuff from ou- your room." You say stepping through the door.

"Okay. D-do you need help?" Dean asked. You give a small smile and shake your head. "Nah. I'm a big girl remember?" You tease while walking off. Dean takes a giant breath and sides down in one of the chairs, his head in one of his hands chugging his beer. He hear foot steps outside the kitchen door and he looks up hoping to find you there asking for help instead of Sam. He forces a smile before Sam grabs himself a beer and sits beside him.

"You good, Dean?" He asks, looking at his brother who has his index finger making circles around the opening of the bottle. Dean shakes his head slowly. "Honestly Sam," he says looking Sam in the eyes with the look of pure pain. "I have no idea. But if it keeps Y/N safe, that's all I care about.". Sam eyes Dean, then the floor, then back at Dean. "And if you're not?". He says. Dean swallows and takes a deep breath. "Then I don't know what I'll do, Sammy".

2 Months Later

You finished gathering all of your weapons and gear  heading out of your room towards the front where Sam and Dean were. The table was covered with books and papers with research that was collected from over the years. Walking up to the table where Sam was on his laptop, you let own a yawn breaking him from typing in the location of your next case: a vampire nest.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Sam said smiling with a laugh.

"Shut up." You said while setting your bag down on the table, slapping him tiredly on the side of his head, and went to the kitchen to grab your coffee. You're half awake self made your way around the corner, smelling the delicious aroma to wake you up, only to run into something solid and feel hot liquid run into your shirt and the sound of glass breaking.

"Son of bitch! Sorry, I didn't see you." Dean said apologetically while grabbing a towel and wiping your tank top where the coffee spilled on your chest. "Its fine, I'll just grab a different shirt" you said taking off your leather jacket to take your shirt off. Not thinking anything of it since Sam couldn't see you and Dean had seen you naked hundreds if not thousands of times; you froze before your shirt was off your shoulders, seeing Dean respectfully trying not to stare at you in your bra. You couldn't tell but inside he and his eyes were fighting for their life. The way your breasts slightly spilled over your bra, the curves of you hips and waist. The way your anti possesion tattoo stood out flawlessly against the skin on the lower side above your hip, teasing him like it always did. He wasnt even looking at you but he had your body fully memorized like a child's favorite story book. You put your shirt back down and looked away. "Um, I'll just take the towel.". Dean nodded still looking away, handing over the towel and rubbing the back of his neck. "I gotta go get my gun. Coffee is ready, but I think you know that since I gave you a shower with it." He said slowly backing away to the door. You grabbed a mug that was on the counter filled with coffee already made the way you liked it. It was the mug he gotten you shortly after meeting him and Sam. It was just your style and he "got it because it made him think of you".

"Thanks" you said with a smile before he nodded his head and left. You took a sip of your coffee and relaxed. You saw in the corner of the kitchen was an empty bottle of whiskey that Sam had just bought yesterday. They must have been having some brother bonding time when you went to bed. Not that you cared. For one, you didn't like whiskey that much since the last time you drank it you got sick and Dean was up all night holding your hair back while your insides were taking a swim in the toilet. And two, they never really got to spend much time with each if it didn't involve hunting. After a couple of mintues you walked back out to where Sam was and sat on the table next to where his laptop was. Where this new vampire nest was, there was a lot of animal carcasses, and missing people. 

"This nest is only 20 mintues away? How did we not notice it before?" You asked looking at the coordinates that were on the screen.

"Probably because they just moved in there not too long ago. I had Cas go out check it out a week ago and it looked like they had just arrived.". You nodded your head taking another sip of your coffee.

"How was your brotherly bonding time last night with Dean?". Sam looked up from his laptop confused.

"Bonding time? Dean shut himself in his room last night like an hour after you went to bed." You looked at him and let his words sink in and realizing the bottle was actually smashed, a slight detail you over looked thinking it feel off the table of something.

"Sam... that whole new bottle of whiskey is gone." You said with worry in your voice. Sam paused, trying to think of some logical explanation.

"Maybe Dean had some with Cas before he went out to see Rowen-"

"CAS DOESN'T DRINK WHISKEY, SAM." You said sternly slamming your mug on the table.

You placed your head in hands, trying to calm yourself down. You were so lost in your own thoughts you didn't hear Sam stand up and pull you into a hug. Sam saw how both you and Dean were handling the past two months. You had let your emotions out to Rowena and she would take you out for some "girl time" whenever you needed to. But Dean was the one that was struggling the most. Dean wouldn't admit it, but he was loosing it. Sam knew his brother was making himself suffer like he always did. Putting others before himself. But with you, that wasn't the case. You were more upset over something happening to Dean with him having a full bottle of whiskey by himself (which he's done before) over you two not being with each other.

"Hey, he'll be okay. He's had more alcohol than that in one sitting when he was 20. He's just being a dumbass right now." Sam side swaying you back and forth. Your crying finally stopped and you took a deep breathe before moving from Sam's arms; the approval for him to let you go and that you were okay.

"I know. I'm just exhausted Sammy. I haven't slept well in like a month." You said rubbing your eyes.

"You're strong though. You always have been. Thats one of the many reasons Dean fell in love with you in the first place. And to be honest. It's killing him inside that you aren't there with him 24/7. He's just too afraid to let you know that because he thinks he'll lose you. He's afraid because you're perfect for him and he can't handle that being taken away from him. But to me, it would be worth the risk as opposed to suffering without the one I love.". Sam said, putting a piece of your hair behind your ear.

" Thank you, Sam. I needed that." You said giving him a giant hug.

"Always here to help kiddo."

"You're like over a year older than me."

"The statement still stands."

That Night:

It all happend so fast. You and the guys met Cas at the nest and went inside. The place looked abandoned aside from the smell of decomposing flesh and the obvious sign of freshly spilled blood. The metallic sent hitting your nostrils as you tighten the grip on your machete that Dean had given you for your birthday that was saturated in Dead Man's Blood. It was too quiet for your liking. All of a sudden, you heard quick movements behind one of the pillars on the far side of the room. As quick as lightning a vampire jumped out from behind only to be quickly shot in the head by Dean and falling to the ground. Vampires from every corner of the room popped out as quickly as they arrived. You dodged, stabbed. and decapitated them as quickly as you could. Dean wasn't far away from you, dealing with his own far share of vampires the same as Sam and Cas. You were quickly able to catch you breath and help get the small group of vampires around Dean. Holding your own on the one that was attacking you; you looked over and saw him too distracted from two vampires in front of him, one was quickly making his was to Dean. It was the Alpha of the pack.

"DEAN" you yelled, stabbing the vampire you were dealing with, grabbing his attention as the two bloodsuckers fell just in time for him to move out of the way. Dean shot his gun only for the Alpha to dodge, making it's way to you. You threw your machete towards the vamp's hearts, stopping him for a milasecond before he appeared ontop of you, holding you down by the throat, you trying to push the blade further into his chest.

NO!" Dean screamed, shooting the Alpha straight in the head with The Colt before he could sink is fangs into you. Dean sprints for his life, shoving the body off of you, kneeling trying to get you up until he hears you scream. He looks down sees a pool of your blood forming beside you. Dean frantically lifts your shirt up and sees a long, deep claw mark an inch deep on the side of your abdomen.

"No. No, no, no, no." He says taking his flannel off and pushing it into the wound to try and stop the blood from quickly rushing out, causing your cries and whimpers to amplify from the pain while weakly grabbing his bicep.

"Dean..."

"I know Baby, I know." He whispers crying; applying more pressure while bringing his face into your neck, kissing it lightly while lovingly stroking your face. "You have to stay with me though okay? Don't close those eyes, just look at me. Please." Dean says as he hears your breath getting shallow.

"Its not going to stop, Babe..."

"CAS. I NEED YOU. Don't say that, Sweetheart. Don't leave me, please." He says full on crying. Cas and Sam walk into the room, seeing Dean kneeled down covered in blood, some his, some the vampires' and yours.

"No..." Sam says running back to Baby to get the first aid kit while Cas is sprinting to where you and Dean lay. Cas gently moves Dean's hand out of the way, lifting the fabric to see the wound causing you to hiss and Dean to scoot back for him to do what he needs to heal you. Cas looks at how deep the wound is, the shredded skin looking completely mutilated, with a look of loss.

"C'mon Cas. Do something, she's bleeding out!" Dean says frantically.

"Dean... her wound is severely deep. Even if I use my grace on her-"

"JUST TRY" Dean yells, not even trying to hide how broken he sounds. Sam comes in with the first aid kit, doing the best he can to stitch up the wound. Dean, completely lost in himself throwing the bottles and other dishes that were left behind in the abandoned den. Taking his pain a step further and kicking the corpse of the Alpha, before dropping to his knees sobbing onto the dirty floor.

"Dean," he hears Sam's voice quietly behind. He places his hand on Dean's shoulder before continuing. "I stitched her wound up and Cas did the best he could. She's stable right now but we need to get her back to the bunker. I'll grab Rowena and see what else she can do.". Dean nods, standing up and wiping his face before walking over to Cas who is holding you in his arms. Cas gently places you in Dean's arms. He holds you as close as he can without hurting you as they make their way back to the Impala. Sam takes the driver seat, Cas in the passenger seat, Dean in the back with your head laying on his lap while he runs his fingers through your hair. You're still breathing but it's shallow like before. Even covered all over in blood and on the brick of death, you still took his breath away. He lightly kisses your forehead "I'm sorry I broke my promise and couldn't keep you safe.." He whispered.

Once back at the bunker, Dean layed you on his bed while Sam grabbed Rowena. The two of them waited by the large table drinking their bottles of beer while she and Cas kept their eye on you. Silence filled the air as Dean starred off into space, his knee bouncing, thinking about you while Sam just watched his brother.

"You drank that whole bottle of whiskey by yourself last night Dean?" Sam said breaking the silence, Dean staying quiet. "Look," Sam said scooting closer to his older brother. " l know you're hurting. But you can't blame yourself for what happened tonight. And I know you were just trying to keep her safe. But look at what happened. Are you upset because she almost died, or upset that it still happened even after you tried to protect her and it hurting more because you distanced yourself from her instead of being there like you know you should have been?". Dean looks at Sam, clearing his throat.

"She was right... she always is. It wasn't worth ending things because she still got hurt..." he said trailing off. Just then, Cas and Rowena entered the room. Dean shot up out of his chair walking over.

"She's fine, Dean. Her body is just exhausted." Rowena said softly as Cas walked over towards Sam. She nods her head towards the hall and Dean follows. "I dressed her wound with some herbs to help her heal quickly and to prevent infection and preformed a healing spell on it with the help of Cas. You can see her, but you must let her rest." She said stopping outside the room. "Oh and uh, you ought to tell her what you told Sam. I've never seen you so close to death yourself, Dean." She said patting his shoulder.

"Thank you, Rowena. I mean it." He said before opening the door. You were asleep on his bed, out like a light. Dean made his way over to you and pulled up a chair to sit next to you. Grabbing your small hand in his, he rubbed his finger on top with soothing circles. The wound covered up right above where your tattoo was.

"Rowena said you need your rest and that you're just tired right now. She said you'll be okay though." He said he said continuing to rub your hand.

"I'm so sorry, Baby. I was wrong. About everything. I need you. I'm not strong enough to live without having you in my life. I want you by my side when we go to bed. I want to told you in my arms when we both come back after fighting whatever it is we're going after. I want you in everyway I can have you. I want that lifestyle that's as close to mundane and domestic as we can get it. You're worth everything to me." He says letting his tears fall. "I love you so God damn much I'm willing to risk it all for you.". Dean lays his head on the bed with the empty spot to the edge beside you. The feeling of soft warm fingers soothe the top of his head. Looking up, he sees your bright shinning e/c eyes full of life and the smile that brings some much light to him.

"I love you too" you say, before Dean quickly crushes his lips into yours, careful not to hurt you. He pulls away after a good three seconds, holding your face between both of his hands.

"You're okay." He says leaning his forehead against yours.

"Its going to take more than some bloodsucker to keep me away from you." You say cupping his cheek, running your thumb over the freckles scattered across his nose. Dean gently kisses your nose before carefully laying beside you, your head on his chest breathing in his scent as his warmth lulls you to sleep.

Epilogue:

You look at the scar on your side before throwing on your shirt. The wound has healed quickly after the passed three weeks thanks to Cas and his Grace and Rowena teaching you some spells and remedies. It turns out, unbeknownst to you and the guys, you had some natural ability to pick up magic which has clearly come in handy.

"That's one sexy scar you've got going on there Sweetheart." A deep, gruff voice said coming from behind you. You turn around and see Dean leaning against the door frame. His hair wet from the shower he just took wearing his jeans without a shirt. Your eyes gaze over his chest and abs. Looking back up to see him walking towards you, placing his hand carefully on the scar.

"Does it still hurt?" Asks gently rubbing over the raised skin.

"No, it's fine. It looks worse than it actually is." You say in response before looking back at yourself in the mirror. Dean wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head before laying his head ontop of yours locking eyes with you in the mirror. He smiles to himself.

"What?" You say chuckling.

"Nothing. I just want to hold you." His says. You take his hands off your waist making him pout. Before he can say anything, you turn around facing him, placing his hands back on your hips, and wrapping your arms around his upper torso.

"At least admire me from head on then Winchester." You say causing him to chuckle. You lay your head against his chest, your finger tracing over the anti possesion tattoo one his chest, him tracing over the one on your side while soothing your scar.

"I almost lost you." Dean says.

"But you didn't. I'm still here. You still have me.." You say before cupping his jaw and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss, kissing you back before pulling away.

" You're damn right I do. And I'm not letting you go again." He said. Dean pulls you closer to him kissing you deeply.

"Are you still on your birth control?" He says roughly, running his thumb over your lips.

"Who said I stopped?" You say quietly looking into his eyes.

"Good. Because I'd say it's about..." he pauses, pretending to do math in his head. "60-70 days we need to make up on." He says, smirking at you.

"Well... you better finish what you're starting." You say smirking back.

"Don't worry, I'm not letting you out of this room until I'm finished with you, Baby." He says picking you up while kissing you making you moan. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the stiffness in his jeans against your thigh. Dean made his promise. Causing Cas to leave and find something to do, Sam not being able to sleep, and Rowena having nothing short of a giant smirk on her face.

A/N: Part 2 is officially out!

[midniteamethyst]

Dean’s all gentle and Sammy’s rough, Is it just me or did anyone else expect it to be the other way around?

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★ — imagine DEAN WINCHESTER fucking you with sam asleep in the same room…

warnings: smut, caught in the act (dean x fem!reader) 18+

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“mmmph-”

you moaned against dean’s hand as he rocked his cock up into you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

“shhh, baby…” he cooed quietly, glancing over at his brother asleep in the bed next to yours.

“mmm, can’t…” you murmured against dean’s hand, following his gaze to the younger winchester. sam’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, his lips parted as soft breaths flowed in and out of his lungs.

dean’s hand stayed clamped over your mouth as his eyes flickered back to yours. your walls squeezed around him in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from gushing down his length again; you knew you couldn’t stay quiet if that happened.

“baby, come on,” dean muttered through laboured breaths, “shhhh.”

you couldn’t help the little whimpers and grunts that escaped you as dean continued to thrust his hips up into you, his girthy cock stretching your pussy so deliciously.

“ahh, dean,” you moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure continued to build.

“shhh…” dean whispered again, his cock twitching up into your cunt, “you wake sammy, babe, and he’ll be so mad.”

you felt your pussy tighten around dean’s cock again, nearing another orgasm at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position. dean bit his bottom lip and scrunched his face, trying to hold in a groan at the feeling. he was barely keeping himself together.

the quiet but lewd sounds of him pumping into your wet cunt filled the room, along with both your soft grunts and the squeaking of the motel bed.

sam let out a groan and rolled over to face you and dean. you both froze, watching and waiting for his hazel eyes to flicker open and catch you two in the act.

but they didn’t. instead they stayed shut. dean hesitantly slid himself back up into you, keeping his eyes on his brother. you watched sam too.

your thoughts started racing around in your head and you couldn’t deny it, some fucked up part of you kinda wanted to get caught riding dean.

dean’s fingers began rubbing your sensitive clit again, making you whimper as he thrusted in and out of you.

“shush, i’m serious.”

you pouted against his hand, “c-can’t… feels too good…”

he gripped your face tighter, “we’ll have to stop if you can’t keep quiet, baby.”

his words sent a flash of panic through your body, your head instantly shaking as you grinded on him, desperate to show him you can be good.

“that’s it. nice and quiet,” he said breathily, feeling you clench around him even more, knowing you were about to let go, “stay quiet for me, angel.”

you hissed and tried to hold back whimpers as you came all over his cock again, your juices leaving a creamy ring around his length as he pumped into you.

dean groaned at the feeling of you gushing all over his cock. his own release washed over him. he shot thick warm ropes of his seed deep into your cunt, making you whimper and clench again as his hips jerked up. he pulled you down against him and buried his head in your neck, letting out louder grunts and moans.

“can you guys shut the fuck up?” sam groaned. you felt a pillow hit the side of you as you laid flat on dean, his softening cock still inside you. you laughed softly in dean’s ear.

“sorry, sammy,” dean smirked as he rubbed your back. he moved his head to look over at his brother, who had turned away and pulled the blanket over his head completely.

dean laughed and pulled you even closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as he whispered in your ear, “oops.”

A/N: wrote and edited this high so ignore it if something’s grammatically incorrect or doesn’t make sense LOL anyways poor sam :( i’m laughing so hard

requests and feedback are welcome and encouraged!! thank uuu <3

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i wanna ride him (his bike. maybe.)