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「Shopping」 -D. W. ❥ established relationship, smut, public places, in front of the mirror, dirty talks, clothing fetish

"You might as well buy the whole store." Dean muttered, looking at the packages in his hands.

You laughed and nudged him. "It's uninteresting, you know."

It was a day off, no hunting, so the only plan for today was shopping. It was one of your favorite activities, and considering that your parents were quite wealthy people, you didn't deny yourself anything. As for Dean, he just liked following you around while you tried on different clothes, and resisting the urge to touch you when you teased him with short t-shirts and skirts.

You took a few more dresses, dragged Dean into the fitting room and winked playfully before disappearing behind the curtain.

After a few minutes, you called the hunter and at the same moment his mouth went dry. A thigh-length evening dress that hugged your curves with a plunging neckline that left no room for imagination.

"Don't you think it's too open?" You adjusted your dress and your breasts swayed seductively. Dean's jeans suddenly became too tight, and your pretended innocence was the last straw before the hunter stepped into the fitting room.

"Oh, absolutely not." Dean purred. "On the contrary, I think it covers up too much."

He decided to play along with you. He squeezed your waist, leaning over, and his hot breath on your neck made you gasp. One of Dean's hands slid down, fingers playing with the fabric of the dress, pulling with urgency and impatience, as if the hunter was restraining himself from tearing it off right now.

It amused you. You knew Dean wouldn't make a scene in the store, and you were going to take advantage of that. Biting your lip, you arched gracefully, rubbing your bottom against Dean's crotch. You could imagine how his cock must be throbbing, wanting more, and it's only a matter of time before the hunter gives up.

It worked. Dean stifled a low groan, pulling you to him so you could fully feel his hardness. "You're a teasing little thing. You don't even care where we are."

"You too." You whispered, exhaling sharply as Dean's palm landed on your rear with a light slap.

You could hear the customers moving and talking, not even imagining that only a thin curtain separated them from the hot intimate scene that you and Dean shared.

You bit your lip, barely stifling a groan as Dean's fingers squeezed your breasts, massaging your hardened nipples through the fabric of your dress, and the open model allowed the hunter to play with your body without hindrance.

After a few seconds, the sound of a belt being unbuckled was heard and the hunter's hard cock rested against your eager cunt. You were already ready for him, wet and in anticipation, glanced at him over your shoulder and nodded. That sign was enough for Dean to get inside you with one deep thrust.

A strangled cry escaped your throat and was immediately drowned out by the hunter`s lips in a deep kiss. He plunged into your heat, his touch scorching and insistent.

For a second, your gaze fell on the mirror in front of you. The sight of you in just a dress that barely covered anything, going crazy because Dean, who was speeding up the pace, was both vulgar and hot, but the hunter liked it.

"Look at this." Dean bent you down so that you rested your hands against the mirror, arching your back as he continued to delve into your slick folds. His fingers wrapped tightly around your chin, lifting your head. "A spoiled little princess can't sit without my dick for a minute, can she, beautiful?"

"Please, Dean..." You involuntarily moved your hips, striving for more friction, for more of that delicious pressure.

"Shhh… Hush, pretty girl, we don't want to get kicked out." With the last, deepest thrust, Dean came, catching you as you went limp in his arms. His cock slid out of you, leaving a seed on your thighs and the shiny fabric of your dress, but none of you seemed to care.

"Ugh, you've got it dirty." You snorted in mock disappointment and pouted.

"Oh, sorry, my bad. So I'll have to buy it for you." With his thumb, Dean wiped away the white drops that stood out strongly on the black dress, before leaning into your ear and whispering hoarsely. "And then I'll get it dirty again."

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「Home」 -D. W.

❥ Dean is not used to family life, but here he is in your house, and your daughter calls him dad, and everything seems right.

❥ fluff

Dean has never considered himself a family type, if only because he has never had an example of a normal family. But deep down, he wanted it. That's why he's been showing up on your doorstep more and more lately.

You've known each other for a long time, you and Dean even had an affair for a few months, and after that you continued to see each other. You had a daughter a couple of years ago. A little girl with shining eyes like yours and an adorable smile. She wasn't Dean's kid, but he loved her like she was.

He's not used to getting attached or pretending to be normal, but it seemed natural around you. He didn't feel like a stranger, on the contrary, he was a part of your life and family, even if only for a while.

Your house became his little refuge, a haven for his wounded soul, where Dean could let go of the problems of the whole world and just be himself, as if all the bad things were left at the door, leaving him in a bubble of calm and happiness.

Dean was looking after your daughter while you were doing household chores. He was good when it came to kids, after all, he already had experience with Sammy, whom he practically raised on his own.

The girl was drawing, lying on the carpet and swinging her legs while a cartoon was playing on TV. Dean is used to this routine, to the cozy and safe atmosphere at your home.

Suddenly, the baby's joyful chirping attracted his attention.

"Is there something you want to say, sweetie?" The hunter grinned and picked her up, lifting her high and making her laugh happily.

The child stretches his little arms out again and makes cute little sounds, like he's trying to say something and the hunter hears her trying to pronounce "D".

"What? Do you mean "Dean"?" He cheered, biting his lip in anticipation.

But the girl smiles broadly before saying clearly and loudly. "Daddy!"

Dean froze. Life hadn't prepared him for someone calling him dad, but here he was, trying to ignore the insistent warmth in his chest. It was a simple word, but it meant more to the hunter than he was willing to admit. A strange feeling of affection and pride swept over him before he smirked wryly and shook his head.

"No, sweetie, I'm not your dad." Dean corrects him, but the child stubbornly tugs at his shirt and repeats the same word.

There was a soft chuckle from behind, and Dean turned around to see you standing by the door, watching the whole scene with tenderness and amusement, as if it were an ordinary family situation.

"I didn't teach her that." The hunter muttered, handing the baby to you and turned away to hide a slight blush.

You laughed again, picking up your daughter, and the girl wrapped her little arms around your neck, still looking at Dean. "She likes you." You noticed with a smile.

"And who doesn't like me?" He replied with a cocky grin, however, his heart still strangely squeezed when he looked at you with your daughter.

You stood in silence for a few seconds before the hunter glanced at his watch and sighed. It seems that his little family game has come to an end. You smiled knowingly and nodded at him, escorting him into the hallway. However, when Dean was about to pull on his jacket, a small child's voice stopped him.

"Will Daddy stay?"

It seems that both you and Dean were equally surprised when your daughter raised her big puppy dog eyes full of hope and pleading. The hunter didn't know what shocked him more.: that the baby asked him to stay, or that she called him dad again.

"Sorry, sunshine, it's time for Dean to leave." You explained, but the girl frowned and pursed her lips, clearly unhappy with this decision.

Dean felt awkward. He tried to convince himself that he needed to go back to the motel, to his life, but he couldn't bring himself to step outside the house, especially seeing the kid's upset look and your expression.

"I'll stay." The words come out before Dean can process them, and he finds himself walking up to you, scooping your daughter up in his arms. "You're a little manipulator, you know that?" He's joking and the baby is laughing happily, snuggling against Dean's chest.

"Are you really staying?" You ask quietly, and the hunter nods.

"Sure. Someone has to make sure that this little monster doesn't mess up." Dean's arm tightens around your daughter, and the other wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. "Or are you tired of me already?"

His voice sounds teasing when the hunter leans towards you and his nose touches yours, and his hot breath tickles your skin. You laugh, gently rolling your eyes and kissing him on the cheek. "You know you're always welcome here."

Dean's heart melts and gratitude sparkles in his eyes. For the fact that you are always there, for the love, for the home you gave him.

At that moment, everything seems normal, and staying here, with two his favorite girls, Dean can't help but think that maybe there's enough room in his life for happy moments.

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「Patience」 -D. W. ❥ established relationship, smut, daddy kink, fingering

The lights in the motel room are dimmed, the curtains are tightly drawn, and the silence is filled with the rustle of sheets and your soft moans. Your hips sway impatiently, lifted up. The cool air is in stark contrast to the heat burning inside you.

Dean's two fingers move rhythmically inside your cunt, stretching you further. The thrusts are shallow, the touches are teasing as you get used to the size and pace.

The classic black jacket and trousers that he hadn't taken off after undercover hunt as an FBI agent fit him perfectly, and he knew you liked it, as did his smell of cologne, gunpowder, and sweat that drove you crazy.

"Please, Daddy…" You almost whimper into his shoulder, desperately arching into his touch, seeking more friction, but Dean spanks your hip, gripping to hold you in his laps.

"Patience, baby." He pumps his fingers deeper, curling them to stroke that sweet spot inside you, making you bite your lip with anticipation. It was enough to turn you on, but not enough to cum, and he knew it. As Dean adds a third finger, scissoring them gently, your eyes flutter closed.

"That's it", he coos, his voice dripping with approval. "Take it all." He deepens his movements, letting you adjust to the fullness before withdrawing his fingers with a slick pop, leaving you empty and hungry for more.

Dean chuckles at your protesting whimpers before he easily scoops you up in his arms and lays you down on the bed. With one sharp movement, he takes off his tie. "Hands up." His voice sounds firm and commanding, an order you can't disobey.

The hunter ties both of your wrists to the headboard of the bed and pulls away, admiring his work. His babygirl is tied up and spread out in front of him, fidgeting impatiently, and looking at him with those big adorable eyes filled with trust and desire. It makes Dean's cock twitch in his jeans, and it takes all his self-control not to take you right now.

"Good girl." He praises in a low and trails a hand down your stomach, feeling the quiver that runs through you at his touch. "Keep your legs spread for me."

He settles between your thighs, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. You squirm, feeling the fabric of his tie tighten against your skin as you try to close the distance between the two of you and ease the heat inside you. However, Dean takes his time, enjoying every second of it.

"My girl is so needy today." Dean teased hoarsely. "I think she can wait a little longer."

You knew that tone very well, the hunter had already made up his mind, and before you could protest, three of his fingers entered your open soaked slit, pulling out a sweet long moan from you and making you want more.

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「Between them」 -D.W & S.W

❥ The hunt didn't go according to plan, and as a result, you and the Winchesters find yourself pressed against each other in a cramped alley.

"Great, Dean, just great." Sam muttered, his voice slightly out of breath. The police were still on your tail, you could hear sirens and the engine of at least two cars. "And this wouldn't have happened if we had a plan."

"We had a plan!" Dean retorted, rolling his eyes and not slowing down for a second.

"I assume that trying to hide from the cops right now is part of the plan?" Sam's voice was dripping with sarcasm, and if you were standing right now, Dean would have elbowed him.

"Damn you, Sammy." The older hunter grumbled irritably. "How was I supposed to know that the paranoid owners had set up an alarm? Why didn't you warn me then, if you're so smart?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was too focused on executing your perfect plan!" Sam snorted.

"Can you please shut up both of you and focus on not getting us locked up?" You intervened before the brothers could say anything else.

This hunt didn't go according to plan, seriously not according to plan. You were going to check the house of a married couple for ghosts, but an unexpected alarm hum and the police quickly arrived spoiled your plans and now you were racing along an empty road, trying to break away.

After a few meters, you all stop and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

Sam runs a hand through his tangled hair, glancing back at you to make sure you're okay, then looks around for the places to hide. There are few options. The road was empty, the houses were on both sides, and it wasn't a good idea to break into another one.

Dean takes a deep breath, adjusting the collar of his jacket, his expression still annoyed. When his brother looks at him with a silent question of what to do next, Dean's gaze suddenly stops on something.

"There." The older hunter points to an alley between two houses. It's quite dark and secretive here, but there really doesn't seem to be much room, hardly two people can fit in there, let alone three.

You were about to object, but Dean has already dragged you towards the alley, pushing Sam in the same direction, and you find yourself in a tight space between two walls, sandwiched between the Winchesters.

You pressed your cheek against Dean's chest, feeling his muscles tense. His hands slowly slid to your hips, earning your displeased look, which however did not confuse the older hunter in any way. Sam's hot breath warmed your neck, and the body pressed against yours sent shivers down your spine. The smell of sweat, leather jackets, and gunpowder hung in the air and seemed strangely soothing.

As you stand there, frozen in place, you become acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies. The firmness of Sam's abs against your back, the rough texture of Dean`s jeans, the heat radiating from him. It's overwhelming, yet strangely thrilling.

A soft sigh escaped your lips before you shifted around in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. The cramped space didn't give you much room to maneuver, and your hips brushed Sam's thighs, and Sam let out a low, involuntary groan.

"Can't handle a little intimacy, Sammy?" Dean teased, noticing a slight change in his brother's expression.

But he didn't have time to continue, because you shifted again, and this time Dean exhaled shakily as you snuggled closer to him. "For God's sake, are you doing this on purpose?" He grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to say something sarcastic, but froze when you realized what Dean meant. Your heart started beating a little faster from the feeling of hardness against your thigh.

"Um… it's a gun." Dean muttered quickly after hearing his brother's mocking laugh.

"Can't handle a little intimacy, Dean?" Sam grinned and you felt his chest vibrate.

"You're lucky we're stuck here, otherwise I would have kicked your ass." Dean grumbled, trying not to show his embarrassment, even though you could see how red his neck was.

"I'd like to see you try." The younger hunter retorted, and his chin lightly touched the top of your head as he lean in.

You could barely contain a small smile when you heard them bickering again. Sometimes, the Winchesters behaved like children, but it was funny, especially if you didn't have to participate in it. "You are incorrigible."

"It's him." They answered in unison and moaned softly again from the friction.

You bit your lip, bracing your hands against the wall. You were still trapped between them, and you could feel their chests heaving and their hips rubbing against yours at the slightest movement. Despite the strong desire to feel more contact, you had to stand still, and you didn't know if you should worry about being found by the cops, or if you might get turned on.

Suddenly, the police sirens got louder and both men tensed, pulling you closer. Dean squeezed your waist, holding you in place, and Sam's hand clamped over your mouth, and silence fell between you again.

Fortunately for you, the cops didn't stop in one place for long, and soon the headlights of cars flashed somewhere in the distance, forcing you to exhale with relief. The brothers' grip on you loosened a little, but they were in no hurry to let you go.

"Hey, you're not going to spend the whole night here, are you?" You asked softly.

"Do you mind?" Dean grinned, looking from the empty road to you.

"Not much, but I think someone really needs some time and privacy." You retorted meaningfully, and your eyes dropped for a split second, but it was enough for the brothers to remember their situation, and with an awkward cough and reddened cheeks, they carefully left the alley.

"We need to get back to the motel, we've had enough adventures for today." Dean muttered and Sam nodded.

They avoided looking at you, even though they obviously didn't mind what happened. You adjusted your clothes, feeling your skin still burning and tingling where the brothers' hands were.

When your eyes finally met, you laughed softly, feeling the tension disappear, replaced by a relaxed, familiar atmosphere filled with unspoken desires.

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「Really important」 -D. W.

❥ You want to break up with Dean until he shows up in your room at night with a small box in his hands.

❥ light angst, established relationship, confessions, happy ending

Dean is late for a date. Again.

Evening twilight enveloped the park in a light haze, giving the trees and paths a mysterious shade. The gazebo, standing in the middle of the alley, was illuminated only by the soft glow of the streetlights, which cast long shadows on the ground.

You just stood there, wrapped in your jacket and looked up at the sky, counting down the minutes. Suddenly, soft footsteps sounded behind you, and your heart fluttered as you lifted your head hopefully, hoping to see a familiar figure, but instead your gaze stops at a random couple passing by.

Not that this is anything surprising. It was amazing that you started dating Dean at all. Don't get it wrong, Dean was a good guy, and he loved you, but he was still a hunter, and hunting, as you know, is not exactly compatible with romance.

You and Dean have been dating for several months now, but it seemed to you that you were the only one inspired by this relationship, while Dean's whole time and attention was consumed by monsters and demons.

You tried to be patient and understanding, you really tried. But it was difficult, especially when you're trying to plan your time together, and Dean apologetically runs off to catch another vampire or deal with another global problem. Your desire to become a part of his life eventually turned into the fact that you felt left out. After all, you've been waiting for this date for a month to end up spending the night in a gazebo, and it's caused you pain and disappointment.

The park seemed empty and cold, despite the warm weather. The breeze stirred your hair, as if trying to comfort you, but his touch was only a reminder of loneliness.

It seemed more hopeless every day. You sighed and lowered your head. Your footsteps became quieter as you moved towards the exit.

---

"I'm sorry."

You don't even look up at him, continuing with your breakfast. There are few people in the motel at this time, the guests are still asleep, and the staff is lazily walking around the main lobby, but Dean still feels uncomfortable. Some part of the hunter wants you to yell at him, throw coffee in his face, hit him, but you don't say anything, and it seems to hurt more than any insult.

Dean stands there for a few more seconds, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. It was unusual for him to express his uncertainty and concern, and he tried to defuse the situation again, as he always did.

"Hey, babe, my eyes are higher." He sat down on the chair next to you and even tried to smile charmingly, thinking that this would help him and calm you down. Dean covered your hand with his, but you immediately dropped it and got up from the chair.

"Enough." Your voice rang out in the silence of the dining room and made Dean involuntarily flinch.

"Okay, okay… I was late yesterday, my bad. I'll take you on another date, do you want to? Anywhere, anytime, sweetie. I understand you're angry, but…"

"No, Dean, you don't understand." You shut him up with a stern look and run your hand over your face to calm down a little. "It's not about the fucking date, it's about your attitude, can't you see?"

He sighs softly and objects, even though he knows that his words sound like a pathetic excuse. "Baby, we've already discussed this, I have…"

"A job, yes! I know, that's all you're talking about!" You exclaim, throwing up your hands. You didn't want to make a scene or fight with him, but there were too many emotions.

"It's important." His voice was quiet, a little awkward.

"What about me, Dean? Am I not that important anymore? Have I ever been as important to you as hunting, let alone being a priority?" A bitter laugh escapes your lips and you shake your head. "Why all this? I mean, if you can't set aside a few minutes for me, why should we keep going?"

There's a pause between the two of you, and Dean's eyes widen as realization slowly dawns on him.

He immediately gets up and takes a step towards you. His hand involuntarily reaches out to yours, but he doesn't find the strength to touch you, and his fingers curl into a fist a few centimeters from your sleeve. "Please, sweetheart… What are you talking about? We've been through so much together."

"But this is different. I don't need you out there playing the hero, I need you. Here, with me. And you can't even do that. I can't sit around forever waiting for you to remember me." Your heart felt heavy when you talked, but you couldn't stop, too many things had been eating you up lately. "If you're not ready for this relationship, I don't want to distract you from hunting."

The hunter tries to find a hint of a joke, but sees only disappointment and longing. "Look, I'm really sorry…."

"Me too." You cut it off and turn around on your heels.

It was like a punch in the gut. Dean feels like his heart has been stabbed and crushed. He screwed up. Totally screwed up. You hurriedly walked away, and the hunter couldn't move, forced to stand and watch you disappear from sight with shaking shoulders and pain in his eyes. Dean wanted to run after you, bring you back, promise that he would fix everything, but how the hell can he fix it?

Sighing heavily, the hunter puts his hands in his pockets and runs his hand through his tousled hair. He spends this day at the bar.

When Dean returns to the room, he notices that your things are nowhere to be found. Obviously, you've gone to another motel, and for some reason, resentment and guilt flare up in him.

Dean walks around the empty room for a long time, replaying your last words in his head. You've fought before, but it never went too far and it never ended in a breakup, and Dean was completely lost. Deep down, he knew that you were right, that it wasn't a one-night stand, and he should have treated you accordingly instead of pretending that everything was okay.

Dean would like to avoid this conversation, but at the same time, he wanted to give you everything you wanted and deserved. His fingers find your number and hover over the button, but Sam's sudden call makes him take a deep breath and return to hunt.

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You didn't want to admit it, but it's lonely in bed without Dean. It's too quiet, too cold, too...empty. It was already past midnight, and you still couldn't fall asleep, because your thoughts kept returning to that scene in the morning. Your last words about that hurt your heart, but your mind tried to convince you that it was necessary and right, even though you didn't believe it.

Maybe you needed to rest a little and think about everything, because deep down you didn't even want to imagine that you would have to leave him.

And right now, you were in dire need of something, anything, to change your mind.

Suddenly, you heard a soft sound that made you tense up. The sheets rustled as you got out of bed and went out into the hallway. It was dark and quiet here, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the sounds of the street. Your attention was drawn to the kitchen window, it was ajar, the wind was blowing the curtains, making its way inside, which made you feel a tingling sensation on your skin.

You sighed and closed the window before you caught a slight movement behind you and the next second you were pressed against the wall with your arms raised above your head.

"Dean..." You gasp, half-surprised, half-relieved, and the hunter lets go of your hands and awkwardly scratches the back of your head.

"I thought you liked surprises." He says with a slight smile.

"Your surprises are going to give me a heart attack." You parry and shake your head. "What are you doing here?"

You're about to get mad at him again, but Dean slowly steps out of the shadows and your eyes widen. His handsome young face is covered with bruises, new ones, probably left a few hours ago, and something in your chest is constricted.

"Oh, my God, what have you gotten yourself into?" You don't know if you want to scold him or comfort him, but Dean shakes his head, interrupting you.

"It doesn't matter, it's a stupid werewolf…It's been worse." He smiled wryly, but his usual confidence cracked when the hunter winced and bit his lip.

Then you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. Even though you wanted to apologize for what you said this morning, the stubborn and proud part of you wanted to stand your ground and not let that adorable face soften you. "Well, it better be something important, otherwise you'll send it out the same way you got in here."

He laughed weakly and raised his hands in surrender. "Fair. And…Give me a minute before you kill me, okay?"

Suddenly Dean stopped talking and a shadow of nervousness slipped through his expression. He rummaged in his pockets until he pulled out a small gray box, pressing it against your chest.

You hesitated, but the impatient and intense gaze of the emerald eyes, and the way the hunter poked the box at you, makes you give up and reach out your hand.

You look skeptically at the object, which is stained with blood in places, which is not surprising, given the hunter's condition right now. Despite your previous annoyance and resentment, your heart started beating faster when your fingers touched Dean's for a moment.

You slowly opened the box and your eyes widened. You wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out of your mouth, your throat went dry, and your cheeks involuntarily turned red.

For a few moments you didn't know what to think about. The guy who missed all your dates climbed in your window at night with a damn ring. It was ridiculous and romantic in its own way. Romance in the style of Dean Winchester.

You look up at him and notice how the hunter is watching you closely, waiting for your reaction, and despite the storm of emotions raging inside you, a quiet laugh escapes your lips. "So what should I do about it?"

You pretend you're not surprised or charmed by his sudden offer, and Dean raises his eyebrows in disbelief. "You can still throw him out the window with me. Or… Seriously, baby? Is that your question?"

You chuckle softly and shake your head, still not fully believing what is happening. Your eyes shone and for the first time in a long time you felt happy and loved. "How long ago?" You ask softly, running your finger over the shiny surface of the ring, which glitters in the dim light of the moon.

Dean smiled wryly and looked away. "Recently. I thought it would look good on you and you wouldn't nag me so much." He joked, and then sighed and his tone became a little more serious. "There's been a lot of shit going on lately… and I…" He hesitated for a second, but your warm look, and the way you held his gift encouraged him a little. "I'm afraid of missing something really important." Dean looked at his hand clasped in yours and his gaze softened.

"I should have done it sooner, I know. I just want you to know that just because I'm being a jerk doesn't mean I don't care." The hunter shrugs his shoulders, he tries to seem nonchalant, as if it's a small matter, but his tongue slides over his lips in an impatient gesture while he waits for your remark, a glance, anything that will show him that he didn't decide on this in vain.

Your heart fluttered and filled with warmth. Dean wasn't the type to talk about his feelings easily, but you saw the sincerity in his words that you missed so much, and your resentment and irritation melted away, replaced by affection and fondness. Dean easily caught you when you threw yourself into his arms and hugged his neck.

All the pain and fatigue faded into the background, giving way to relief and tenderness, and he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of shampoo and your perfume. "For a second, I thought I'd really lost you." He muttered in a hoarse whisper, feeling your thin fingers squeeze his jacket.

He exhaled and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tighter. "So…Can I take that as a yes?" Dean gently teased, tilting his head to catch your eye.

"Make no mistake, Winchester." You snorted with a slight smirk and poked him in the cheek. "You still owe me a date."

"As you wish, sweetheart" The hunter rolled his eyes, his hands absently wandering over your shirt, feeling the curves of your body under it.

When you touched the bruise on his cheekbone, Dean winced slightly and made an exaggeratedly painful grimace. "Whoa, be careful, I'm fragile."

You laughed as Dean pouted and squirmed, and then you stood on tiptoe and pressed your lips to his in a deep kiss, continuing to hug the hunter and squeeze the ring in your hand.

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「Not for us」-D. W.

❥ There is no place for love in a hunter's life, so during the day you and Dean behave like typical best friends, and at night you lose yourself in each other and forbidden desires that are not destined to come true.

❥ angst, secret feelings, friends to lovers, smut, gentle dom, Dean`s and your feelings are hurt, confessions, a little bit of romance

The silence in the motel hallway is filled with your laughter and the conversation of the brothers as the three of you go up to your rooms.

Another hunt, another cheap motel, another evening of booze and silly jokes, all the things that best friends do, right? Sam was talking enthusiastically about something, and Dean was commenting with his usual carefree smile, but if you look closely, this smile did not reach his eyes, and there was a hint of impatience in his movements. However, he doesn't show it, and continues to laugh, lightening the atmosphere and creating the illusion of an ordinary happy evening, which he himself hardly believes.

Two rooms. One for Sam, the other for you and Dean (it was a joint decision on the separated rooms after numerous comments from the staff that Dean and Sam look like a couple) and it played into your hands.

Sam went to his room almost immediately, leaving you and Dean alone, and you felt strangely relieved. Everything was going according to the script that you already knew by heart.

When the door closed behind Sam, Dean let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Well, he got tired of us pretty quickly today, huh?"

"It's all your stupid jokes." You retorted with a smile, earning a light nudge from the hunter.

"Hey, you like my jokes." Dean cockily asserts, pulling out a key and pushing you inside the room. "And you like me." His voice drops to a hoarse whisper, as if he's afraid of being heard.

The next few minutes pass like a dream. The click of a door, the rustle of jackets, and the quiet hum of an old air conditioner. Dean pins you against the wall and leans in, biting his lip.

His hand slid up, cupping your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. Endless hunts have forced you to separate for a while. For a week you were separated by kilometers, and now only a few inches, which seemed almost unreal. And Dean wouldn't have believed it if your lips hadn't met in a long-awaited tremulous kiss.

At first it was a light touch of lips, gentle, careful, until it was replaced by something more intense, persistent and hungry. His hands went down, found your hips and squeezed, so tightly that it would probably bruise.

"Dean…" You were almost breathless, and your heart was fluttering when the hunter caught your lips over and over again, not giving you time to take a breath.

"It`s okay, angel…" A quiet, affectionate nickname that Dean kept for the moments when you were alone with him.

His hands traced your body, as if desperate to know you, to imprint a map of you into his memory. It wasn't the heat of lust, it was something much deeper, much more intimate. Devotion. Affection. Codependency. And the very feeling that none of you wanted to admit.

"Missed you so fucking much" - the words were barely even formed as he breathed it, burying his face in your hair, breathing your perfect scent, holding you as hard as he could. Dean is impatient and it seems to you that he is ready to start taking off his clothes right here, and you did not blame him, and shared this desire with him. The next thing you know, Dean is lifting you up and lowering you onto the bed.

His slender fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, gliding up your chest with a slightly rough touch and a hint of anticipation. The hunter's lips left a trail of hot kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, tracing the smooth, sensitive skin. He sucked your pulse point and his teeth lightly grazed the flesh.

His fingertips ghosted along your sides, leaving goosebumps as he gently guided the straps of your bra off your shoulders and tugged it off you. He took a step back to get a better look at you. It was really a perfect picture. You, in the half dark motel room, against the white sheets, flushed and disheveled, looking at him like he was the most important person in the world.

Dean swallowed hard. He lowered himself, pressing against your chest and starting to cover every inch of your body with kisses, one of his hands squeezed your breast, causing you to stifle a sigh as his tongue slid around the hardened nipple.

The sheets rustled as you froze, digging your fingers into the hunter's tousled hair and pulling back the short strands and he closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to get lost in your touch.

Even lower, leaving wet trails along your chest and down to your stomach, he held you tightly by the waist. He was desperate to hold you, for the time to freeze, even for a moment, and for the two of you to escape together.

But deep down he knew there was no way out of this vicious circle, and it was killing him.

Dean`s body pressed against yours, causing the temperature to spike between you. He could feel your breath against his lips, your skin against his, the faint scent of shampoo intertwined with the scent of his old leather jacket. Everything faded away, except for these simple sensations.

"Sweetheart... You're so pretty like that" The hunter muttered with a slight smirk against your skin, marking you, covering you in little red and violet bruises. It was a way to lay claim on you, to remind you of him whenever you looked in a mirror. Even if he couldn't offer you forever, he could give you something that lasts at least few days.

"Don't tease." You whispered both annoyingly and pleadingly.Your body responded to every touch, each brush of his fingers sent shivers down your spine. The room was filled with uneven breathing and muffled groans as you surrendered yourself to this sweet and painful pleasure.

You were both drowning in an ocean of desire and need, completely losing control over your actions. All that mattered at this moment was the closeness and intimacy of your bodies.

His name on your lips was both a prayer and a curse. An intimate moan and a silent scream for salvation in your voice, but all he could do was give you more, drowning your lips in a passionate kiss, silencing your soft pleas to drown in an all-consuming heat.

It wasn't fair, Dean thought, as his hands caressed your hip bones, teasing the fabric of your underwear. This life, this world, and the way you affected him.

You and Dean were so much alike. Two lost souls, two people broken by life, finding peace in each other arms.

There has always been something between you, and from the very first meeting, this feeling has been increasingly entrenched in Dean's corrupted mind and crippled heart.

You and Dean could be anyone partners, good friends, but not lovers. History hates lovers. And no matter how strong your feelings for each other were, there was no way you could have a happy ending, life would have found a way to mock you and break you, leaving you to pick up the pieces. It was ironic, cruel, but it was a reality in which you were forced to exist.

But you still couldn't come to terms with it. After all, if fate has missed something in your life scenario, you will fill in the blanks yourself.

No one knew about it. You two behaved as usual, but as soon as you stayed behind closed doors, all boundaries were erased. And this shitty day feels less shitty when Dean is pinning you to the bed, stroking the inside of your thigh.

His own heart is pounding like his ribs are about to crack. God, it's all so wrong, but he can't stop. It seems to him that he is drowning in an ocean of ecstasy and desire, and he has no hope of surfacing for a breath of air. The temperature between you is dangerously hot, and only the cold of the sheets and the gray of the shabby walls of a cheap motel almost hurt and remind you of reality.

But at this point, nothing matters, you just want to get lost in each other's gentle touches and quiet reassurances. The bitter taste of love, regret and hopelessness remains on the lips after a few kisses stolen in this painfully serene moment. You only have a few hours before the first rays of the sun destroy this idyll.

One life for two, one breath for two. You two were doomed. Your relationship was so deep and hopeless at the same time, but you both seemed ready to willingly go down.

Your legs wrapped around Dean's waist as his fingers slowly moved inside you, giving you a chance to get used to the pace and size. You were as tight as during your first time, and you looked at him with the same boundless trust and affection.

He gently pulled his fingers out, breathing heavily and looking at you, "I'm sorry... I'm just sorry, sweetheart" he murmured, gently stroking your thigh, caressing the delicate skin with his fingers.

He hated himself for not having much to offer you. A crappy life in motels and backseats of cars, a life full of blood, violence and tragedy - it was not what you deserved. You deserved a normal life, something better, someone better.

The hunter placed a kiss on your temple, breathing in your scent, trying to imprint this moment in his mind, to remember the way you feel to him, the way your body fits against his like two puzzle pieces. These little quiet moments, free of all the hardships and demons, were so damn rare, yet so precious. Just you, him and the silent understanding of how doomed they were.

"You're so beautiful. Like a damn angel" he chuckled sadly, running his thumb over your lower lip. "And smart, and witty and caring and so, so damn sweet. You deserve so much better than this... but instead you're stuck with me and my sorry ass, being dragged around all these damn dives and motels."

He stops only to pull off his shirt and reach for the belt of his jeans. He let out a rough exhale, lowering his eyes. It hurt too much to look into yours right now.

"And I wouldn't change it for anything." You whispered back, squeezing his bare shoulders and lifting your hips in search of more contact.

His heart squeezed again. It always did when he heard you say that. These little words that held so much weight, so much meaning and emotion. The words he thought he didn't deserve to hear, and yet here you were, saying to to him. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding you as close as humanly possible, trying to hide the ache in his chest. Just for a brief moment, he could forget about his worries and fears, about the fact that the world was collapsing around them.

"And nothing in this world will make me stop loving you." You added softly, hugging him.

Dean laughed softly, but there was a hint of melancholy in his smile. He took a sharp inhale, seeing your sincere eyes. Your faith in him, it was both beautiful and so damn scary. The hunter felt like a fraud, like a little boy pretending to be a hero, like he didn't deserve to be on a receiving end of your trust and love. But it also felt so damn good to hear it.

"You're perfect, and I'm... me." the hunter exhaled, looking at you again. He took a deep breath, his voice cracking as he spoke again. He settled between your legs, starting to move, slowly and carefully, to the sound of your muffled moans. "But I'm cursed to lose the people I love, there's no way out. I'm damaged and nothing but ruin is left where I go. I`m broken."

"Not only you." Your voice trailed off as you leaned back, trying to match his pace and be quiet.

Dean was about to object, but he knew it was useless. You were too persistent for your own good. Just like him. A broken duo. Too stubborn for a happy ending.

"You scare me, you know that? You're too damn good for my screwed up mind" The hunter gently cupped your face, running his thumb over your cheek, before leaning in and pressing his forehead to yours. He could hear the steady beat of your heart, could feel your soft skin under his fingertips.

Dean was silent for a moment, looking at you as if trying to find the reason for fate's cruelty, the hidden sense behind it. He moved up, his body completely covering yours, his weight comforting and familiar, as if he was the missing piece that fit perfectly into a puzzle.

He caught your lips, entering your mouth in an insistent, almost greedy kiss, and his fingers squeezed your waist, as he pushed deeper and deeper, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from your lips. "I love you. I love you so damn much."

His voice hoarse with emotion. He could feel your nails scratching his back, and he's almost proud that he's making you squirm and make those cute noises. The thrusts became more chaotic and insistent, the desire poured into your waiting core became irresistible, but Dean wanted to hold out this moment longer.

The world around them faded into oblivion as he held you tighter, his fingers tracing invisible lines on your back. His lips found your neck again, and he let himself just exist in this moment, with you.

The night continued, the motel room enveloped in silent peace. Through the windows, the light of the streetlamp crept inside through the blinds, casting soft shadows on your face.

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You're lying on the bed, staring at the wall. Your clothes are scattered God knows where, mixed with Dean's clothes, but you don't care. Your gaze is riveted to the window, where the darkness of the night is replaced by light through tightly closed curtains.

Time seemed to flow inexorably fast, as if fate itself was trying to cut off your only thread on the path to happiness. But deep down you know that these are all fairy tales. Happiness for a hunter is to stay alive and kill another supernatural creature, and all thoughts, aspirations and dreams of a normal life remained in the distant past when you first picked up a blade. You exhale, not realizing that you've been holding your breath, and that quiet, almost imperceptible sigh has caught Dean's attention.

"Don't." The hunter whispered hoarsely, burying himself more deeply in your neck. There is no previous barb and audacity in his voice, there is an undisguised vulnerability and affection that appeared only with you. His bare chest pressed against your back, creating a feeling of comfort and security.

You flinched slightly when Dean's voice cut through the silence. You usually didn't talk until the early hours of the morning, so as not to add salt to the wounds, but sometimes that silence only made it worse, and Dean understood that too.

"Don't think about it." The hunter continued quietly and hugged you tighter around the waist. Well, it seemed like the only sensible solution. Don't think, just feel and absorb every bit of it. Dean exhaled, burrowing into your hair and inhaling the scent of your arousal, perfume and sweetness, a scent that belonged only to you.

His touch made your heart flutter and wish that this moment would last as long as possible. His hand lazily slid over your stomach and chest, and you could feel the contrast of your hot body and his metal ring. "I just don't understand why this is happening to us. Sometimes I can't stop thinking that our fate has a twisted sense of humor."

The hunter grinned wryly was silent for a moment, his heart pounding and stomach tying in knots for what he was about to say. A slightly ironic sad smile appeared on his lips. "Because life hates us, angel." He answered with a trace of bitterness in his voice, gently squeezing your wrists, and added "Or maybe we're too beautiful for a good life."

The hunter's attempt at a joke seemed completely awkward and uncertain. It's doomed from the start. You swallowed hard and exhaled, feeling your heart tighten painfully. "When will it all end?"

Your question hangs in the air and remains unanswered, even though deep down you knew the answer. Never. The hunting life scenario does not include a happy family life and those feelings that you hoped to hide deep inside.

You buried your face in the pillow, as if trying to hide from all your problems, from the sun, from the whole world, and Dean gently hugged your waist, kissing the top of your head. The hopelessness of the situation weighed heavily on him, and the way you were trembling in his arms, like you were holding back tears, didn't help.

The hunter sighed, trying to stay calm, but when he looked at you, something deep inside him broke, like a crack in glass that never truly healed.

He tightened his embrace, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could, as if he was afraid that you would suddenly disappear from him. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate only on your presence. Your hands in his hair, your body pressed against his, your heartbeat, your breathing. It seemed that this is something the world doesn't want him to have, but he will take it at all costs, even if it doesn't belong to him.

"Look at me." Dean suddenly speaks, and there are notes of desperate determination in his voice. "I don't care what life throws at me next time, but I won't let anything or anyone take you away from me. Get it?"

Your heart skips a beat from the sincerity in his words and a single tear rolls down your cheek. You didn't want to give up and break down in front of him, but it was all too overwhelming, and you felt him gently turn you around, stroking your shoulders.

Dean knows he has to let you go now. But he doesn't want to. He's not ready to end this. You're not ready. So you let yourselves pretend that everything is okay, that you can still keep this secret. As usual.

And for now, it's enough. Maybe tomorrow will be okay. And maybe the day after tomorrow. But one day it will end, and it will hurt, and it will break you both. But you can't think about that right now, because you're with each other, and everything is perfect.

The feeling is intense, almost unbearable, you have no desire to leave your cocoon of pleasure. Dean's fingers play with your hair, while you're crying on his chest, he starts kissing you again, and it's like a feverish dream, a wonderful nightmare, a dream that might not come true again.

It's not the last morning you two spend together, it's not the last hunt, it's not the "happily ever after". But for now, it's okay. For now, it's enough.

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Castiel: You're the best thing that's ever happened to me in my life. Dean: Oh, man… What a shitty life you have.

[shadowww-bunny]

「His princess」-D. W.

❥ Dean never thought that he would be so happy to take care of someone and fulfill someone's demands before you came into his life.

❥ fluff, established relationship, princess treatment

In the last few minutes, almost every customer at the cafe has turned around to look at you. It wasn't surprising, considering how comical you and Dean looked together. He's a hunter with a rough, intimidating appearance in a worn leather jacket, and you're like a Disney princess in a pastel dress and pink lipstick.

However, none of you paid any attention to it. Dean took a sip of his coffee and looked at you, grinning slightly. You were sitting with your legs crossed and sipping your strawberry milkshake. Your lace stockings accentuated your slender legs, and it took Dean a lot of effort to control himself.

"Sweetie, are you going to finish your dessert?" Dean reminded you, looking at the cheesecake on your plate that you had been begging for so long on the way.

You mumbled something, but all your attention was on your phone. You're in the clouds again. So typical of you. Dean couldn't help but find it cute how carefree you sometimes seemed, as if you didn't care about the problems of the whole world, and in a strange way, it calmed him down.

The hunter grinned again. Without thinking, he picked up a fork and poked a small piece of cheesecake before bringing it to your lips. You almost instinctively opened your mouth slightly, letting Dean feed you. The hunter watched in fascination as your plump lips wrapped around your fork, as you chew and as your tongue stuck out to lick off the remnants. His hand reached out on its own as he wiped the cream from your lip and licked it off his finger.

It was almost part of the routine for both of you. You teased Dean about your knight in shining armor, and he rolled his eyes and called you a spoiled princess, but you both loved it.

Dean feeds you the last bite and cups your chin to kiss you. You giggle when his stubbly cheek rubs against your smooth skin and finally pull away from the phone, allowing the hunter to take your hand and lead you out of the cafe.

When you return to the motel, Dean holds the car door open for you. He bends down to fasten your seat belt. It's not that you can't do it yourself, but Dean likes little things like that when he can express his care and affection. He can't resist tucking a few stray strands behind your ear before getting behind the wheel. Dean lets you choose the music, and although your tastes vary greatly, the hunter doesn't mind the trendy pop music much, because all his attention and thoughts are occupied by you anyway.

Absolutely whipped, Sam would have said if he were here, and Dean knew that was true, but he would never have agreed with that out loud. Protectiveness was one of Dean's traits that stuck to him like a second skin, he spent his whole life protecting people close to him, first Sammy, and now you, and the fact that you enjoyed it did something to Dean.

The atmosphere in the car was relaxed and comfortable. From time to time, Dean would cast adoring glances at you, stroke your thigh, slide under the edge of your stocking, and listen to you chatter about everything in the world. So, to the sound of one of Britney Spears' songs, you drive up to the motel.

The hunter gets out of the car and notices that you stay in place without even thinking about getting up.

"What's the matter, princess?" He asks, leaning against the car door and waiting for your next witty answer.

"I'm tired." You answer in such a tone, as if it was the most obvious fact and he hadn't thought about it by himself. When Dean chuckles, you pout adorable, crossing your arms over your chest, as if you're unhappy that he hasn't done anything yet, and that makes Dean laugh more.

"Okay, okay." He raises his hands in surrender and sighs in mock annoyance. "You're lucky I love your arrogant ass, you know that, right?" Despite the sarcasm, his hands are surprisingly gentle and careful as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing you to his chest. "Comfortable now?"

Of course you're comfortable, Dean thinks. You've wrapped his around your little finger and you're enjoying every second of it, but the hunter doesn't mind.

Dean walks into the motel with you in his arms while you wrap your arms around his neck and rub your cheek against his shoulder. It's hard for him to stay serious when you're smiling like that, pleased with the attention he's giving you.

Dean notices the curious stares of the staff and other guests, but he doesn't care, and he knows that you do, too, because you keep snuggling up to him, tracing simple patterns on his shirt, and probably not even realizing what effect you're having on him.

After a few moments, the two of you find yourself in a room. Dean closes the door with his foot and puts you on the bed, but he doesn't pull away right away. His hands move down to your hips, stroking your creamy skin. It's always so exciting, the hunter just can't take his hands off you. He wants to lift higher, touch the most sensitive places and hear these lovely moans over and over again until he goes crazy.

You lean back on the sheets and your long silky hair spreads out on the pillow, shimmering in the dim light of the lamp. So beautiful, and all his. He leans in, his breath tickling your neck before he leaves a few feather-light kisses on your skin, feeling your hands squeeze the shirt on his shoulders.

"Don't you think you should thank me for that dessert, huh?" Dean teases. He's hovering over your delicate little figure.

You roll your eyes, but a mischievous twinkle lights up in your eyes, and you pull the hunter towards you, pressing your lips to his. Dean hums contentedly into your mouth, returning the kiss and hugging your waist.

He will never get tired of it. After all, you were his girl, his little princess, whom he will always take care of and love.

[shadowww-bunny]

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Castiel: What are we doing here? Dean: Well, usually there's either smoking or making out in this place. And as you can see, I don't have any cigarettes.

[shadowww-bunny]

「Tired」-Destiel

❥ After a long day, Dean relaxes in his angel`s arms

❥ fluff, hurt/comfort

It was a really shitty day. Castiel could tell by the slamming of the door to their motel room and the annoyed expression on the older Winchester's face, which had been appearing more and more frequently lately.

Dean was on edge, although he tried not to show it. Stubbornness. One of the hunter's traits that the angel found both attractive and annoying. And yet, Dean isn't at the bar with a pretty girl and a bottle of whiskey, Dean is here with him, and it feels right.

Dean doesn't bother taking off his jacket, he unceremoniously plops down on the sheets so that his head is on Castiel's lap and his legs are stretched out along the bed. The hunter is so close that Castiel seizes a moment to see those beautiful features on a young face, distorted by pain and fatigue that no amount of rest can fix.

For him, an angel of a Lord who had once led the legions, it was strange and wrong to feel affection, especially for a human, but Castiel couldn't find the strength to resist it. His gaze lingers on the small scratch on the Dean`s cheek. The angel almost involuntarily frowns, and some part of him feels an familiar desire to protect, heal any wounds on the hunter's body, but he knows that this is not what Dean needs right now.

A soft sigh escapes the angel's lips before his hand rests on the hunter's head, stroking the soft hair. The touch is gentle, careful and incredibly light, like a feather, as if he is afraid to break something fragile. Of course, Dean wasn't fragile, by any means. But right now, there was something almost vulnerable about his usual cocky and tough mask that he puts on in front of the whole world.

Castiel's fingers slide over his skin like he's done so many times before, feeling every curve, every freckle and scar. And Dean, Dean is just enjoying it, nuzzling into the angel's hand like a touch-starved puppy who has finally found a warm place in his master's lap.

Dean has never been one to cuddle, outwardly not a fan of physical affection, he longed for it with all his heart. Castiel realized this when the hunter's hands started wandering over his body too often, patting his shoulder after a successful hunt, lingering on his arm when they were sitting in a cafe, and tugging on the sleeve of his trenchcoat when Dean got bored. And something about this behavior makes Castiel's heart flutter.

A slight movement brings Castiel out of his reverie. The hunter grips the angels`s tie, twirling it between his fingers. Castiel doesn't resist, allowing Dean to pull him in, closing the distance between their faces to a few inches. Their lips meet in a light, tremulous kiss that transforms the tense atmosphere into the enjoyable comfort.

"You know that kissing is not a substitute for normal sleep and rest, right?" Castiel quietly remarked when the kiss broke off.

"How do you know? It seems quite healing." The hunter retorts, and the angel may notice a hint of dry sarcasm and teasing in the hunter's voice.

"Dean..." Castiel's deep, low voice sounds with a hint of disapproval, but the hunter interrupts him by catching his lips again in another kiss.

And again the angel gives in. He could never, and did not want to, tell the hunter no. Right now, Castiel's whole world was represented by one person in his arms, and it seemed surprisingly natural, as if it were meant to be.

For Castiel, all this was new, it was difficult for him to express the human emotions that he felt, but did not fully understand. And yet, this unfamiliar but pleasant feeling, so warm and so deep, makes his heart contract again, and angel notices how his usual stoic expression softens as he bends down to return the kiss.

[shadowww-bunny]

[shadowww-bunny]

「Breath」 -D. W.

❥ You have a panic attack during the hunt, but Dean is always there.

❥ hurt/comfort, establish relationship, panic attack comfort

You didn't think it would be that bad.

It was supposed to be an ordinary vampire hunt, but now you're standing in the middle of a nest of these bloodsuckers and you realize it really was shitty. The bodies of vampires and their victims are scattered in the old house. The metallic smell of blood hits your senses sharply and the blade falls out of your hand, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

You look around for Dean, but all you see are dusty walls with prominent scarlet spots and overturned furniture from your fight. You run your fingers through your hair and try to take a deep breath, but the air suddenly becomes thick. Your heart was pounding like it was trying to escape from your chest. Each blow seemed louder than the previous one, filling the ears with a dull rumble.

This is a situation that you are very familiar with. You should have left. Right now. However, you're not moving. All your senses were on edge, your body tensed like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment. The anxiety was overwhelming, like an ocean that threatened to swallow you whole. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of your own thoughts. You felt trapped, like there was no way out.

Suddenly, you feel someone's touch on your shoulder, and you shudder, instinctively recoiling back. Your legs are wobbly and you stumble and hit your back against the wall. You were still shaking like a cornered animal when you heard Dean's voice bringing you back to reality.

His firm voice calling your name, breaks the endless cycle of panic for a moment. You wanted to say something or do something, but your eyes fall on your hands and the feeling of sticky blood on your palms makes you tremble even more. Your breathing is getting short again, and tears are burning your eyes.

You hated this helplessness and weakness, and you hated that you couldn't do anything about it.

However, before you completely broke down, Dean's arms wrapped around yours, squeezing tightly, as if trying to get your attention. "Eyes on me. Now." It wasn't a request, it was a command, and you obeyed. The determination and protectiveness in his emerald eyes were obvious.

Dean knew how all these hunts affected you, even though you tried not to show it, and he knew he'd always be there for you when you needed him.

He cupped your chin and you had no choice but to meet his gaze. "You're safe, I'm here, and I won't let anything happen to you." Dean's thumb stroked your knuckles, soothing you.

"Breathe. Slow and deep." His hand came down on your back as additional support, and the hunter began to take deep breaths, waiting for you to follow his example.

You swallowed and tried to pull yourself together. After a few restless attempts, you managed to get your breathing back to normal.

That was progress. Noticing that you were feeling a little better, Dean's gaze softened. "Yes, that's it." He whispered, making sure you focused on him while he gently wiped the blood from your palms.

The next second, you were already sitting on his lap, one of the hunter's arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding your trembling figure in place, and the other was buried in your hair, stroking the soft strands and massaging your scalp. "Shhh…You're doing great, baby. Keep breathing, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Dean's hand slid to your face, caressing your skin, and you instinctively reached for his touch, trying to distract yourself from the surroundings and the obsessive thoughts that threatened to consume you. The hunter gently stroked your face, his lips pressed against your temple in a soft, soothing kiss and a silent promise of care and protection.

It's only when you're in the arms of a hunter that you feel the affection you needed. Your trembling fingers cling to his jacket like a lifeline, afraid to let go even for a moment. Dean gently kisses your hair, strokes your back, banishing the remnants of your worries. "I know it all sucks, but you can do it, we can do it."

He stays in this position for a while longer, rocking you and giving time to pull yourself together and calm down. When the last sobs die down, Dean stands up, not letting go of you.

He pulls you closer, allowing you to hide your face on his chest, as if it's your refuge from all the bad things in the world. And, in a way, it was. Carefully holding you in his arms like a porcelain doll, he carried you to the car.

The hunter puts you in the passenger seat and, after making sure that you have finally relaxed, even if not completely, he smiles slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." As if to confirm his words, he squeezed your knee and covered your lips in a gentle, encouraging kiss that seemed to dispel all fears, making you forget about everything that happened a few moments ago.

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「Lipstick」 -D. W.

❥ Dean would never admit it, but seeing his reflection covered in your lipstick wasn't so bad.

❥ fluff, established relationship

"Honey…" Dean tries to turn away, but you capture his lips again in a deep kiss and the hunter gives in. He opens his mouth slightly, allowing you to lead, snuggle up to him and do whatever you want. In fact, he liked it when you were so tactile and dominant, even though it sometimes went sideways for him.

You bought a new lipstick, which meant Dean would be your model again. It was your favorite thing to do, to leave bright pink kisses on every exposed area of his body, as if it were your way of marking him.

You pull away a little, but Dean knows that this is just the beginning. His hands clench almost involuntarily on your hips, his thumbs caressing your skin through your jeans. Dean obediently raises his head when your slender fingers cup his chin. He sees those playful sparkles in your eyes. You're clearly enjoying yourself.

Now your lips slide along the hunter's cheek, leaving a trail of kisses along the cheekbone to the jaw. But you don't stop there. You bite Dean's neck, causing him to gasp softly, and immediately soften the slight pain with a kiss. Before he can say anything, you're already unbuttoning his shirt, letting your lips linger on his collarbones and chest. It was both annoying and exciting the way he melted under your hands and mouth.

The moment seems almost intimate, a shudder ran through the hunter's body. He notices that you reach for the lipstick, apparently the damage done to his reputation as a tough hunter is not enough for you, but his eyes widen in surprise and disbelief when you bring the lipstick to his lips.

"Well, well, isn't that too much, missy?" But you just smile slyly, and Dean has no choice but to open up, allowing you to create magic, or as you always call it.

He winces, snorts, but makes no attempt to pull away. The feeling of the smooth texture of the lipstick and the taste of strawberries are unusual for him, but not unpleasant, as it might initially seem.

After a few moments you place one last kiss on Dean's cheek and pull away. The hunter takes a small mirror from the bedside table and runs his hand through his hair with a groan. His entire face, neck and chest are covered in lipstick, and his lips now stand out in a dark red shade. He rubs one of the marks with his fingers, but in vain, you've always used resistant ones.

"You little devil." Dean mumbles, but despite his attempt to sound annoyed, warmth fills his chest.

He feels you wrap your arms around his neck and laugh softly into his shoulder, feeling proud and pleased with the result, and a slight smirk touched Dean's lips at this sight. It was stupid, really, but, maybe he can put up with a little lipstick if it means seeing you smile again.

[shadowww-bunny]

「Puppy eyes」-S. W.

❥ Sam is too stubborn and selfless for his own good, you want to slap him on the back of the head, but he's making those puppy eyes again, making you soften up.

❥ established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

To say that you were upset and angry to see Sam bruised and scratched after another hunt would be the understatement of the century.

You scolded him when you were treating his wounds. From your tone, the hunter involuntarily shrank, but remained silent, looking away, he understood that you have every right to be angry. He felt guilty for making you worry again.

When you finish washing the cut on his cheek, Sam finally lifts his head and looks at you. Oh god. That timid puppy dog look again, a weapon of mass destruction. You can see a glimmer of remorse, embarrassment and sadness in it, and involuntarily your expression softens. It's hard to get angry when he looks at you like that.

"Don't look like that, it won't save you this time." Despite the strictness and irritation in your voice, your touch was gentle and careful as you wiped his wounds.

"I'm sorry." Sam muttered, looking away again.

He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to accidentally say something stupid and make you even angrier. When you put a cloth on his cut, Sam winced. He tried to stay calm, but flinched every time you touched a particularly sensitive spot, and it made your heart ache. He was so reckless and stubborn, but he was yours and you still loved him.

Your hand rested on his cheek, your thumb sliding over his skin and tracing the curve of his jaw. The hunter was so close that you could see every line of his tired, beaten, but still handsome face, and you softened even more.

Sam almost instinctively presses against your palm, his skin burning where you touched him. His heart started beating faster, and only now he realize how much he missed your gentle and warm hands. There were something soothing, almost healing, about your touch that made him melt.

The hunter raised his head. His big emerald eyes were full of unspoken gratitude and love, and there was a faint but sincere smile on her lips. He gently took your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a warm and long kiss on the inside of your palm.

Seeing that you weren't pulling away, Sam pulled on your hand, as if in a silent request to come closer, and when you gave in, he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. You could feel his fingers tightening on your shirt, and his face burrowing into your stomach. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips.

"I started to worry that you'd kick my ass out the door and make me look for a motel." He chuckled softly, rubbing his cheek against you.

"Don't give me any ideas." You mumbled, and there was a hint of a joke in your voice. The last remnants of your irritation melted away, and you buried your fingers in the hunter's soft hair, running through the strands. "You know, you're going to make me turn gray before I'm 30."

Sam's shoulders shake with a light laugh and he looks up. "Then I'll buy you some hair dye."

"Very funny." you commented dryly, but couldn't help but smile. "But seriously, if you get hurt again, I'll kill you myself."

"Oh, really?" Sam raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, though there was a twinkle in his eyes. "Well, if you really beat me, I'll be a little turned on."

The hunter hugged you again, pulling you to him, his hands fell on your hips, stroking, and puppy eyes looked at you with an expression of amusement and affection, making your heart flutter.