#‘dean gets turned into a vampire to infiltrate the nest when we know we can cure him later’ IS NOT THAT OUT THERE OF A PLAN FOR SAM TO MAKE

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like. “soulless sam killed innocent people and put dean in danger to get to his goals” Regular Sam Also Does This

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Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3)

a/n: my requests are open but if you're ever unsure, i do have a post that'll tell you everything you need to know in terms of my requests. and i can absolutely write that, thank you so much for the request! <3

also, if i'm being honest, i didn't even know what marking was so i really hope i got it right aha.

pairing: dean x ex-girlfriend!reader

warnings: smut, angst, enemies to lovers, marking

word count: 821

"Just come on." Dean growled, marching on ahead of you as you lagged behind. "We gotta get back to the car."

You'd infiltrated a vamp nest, and you had everything under control, until Sam and Dean blundered in. That was when things went wrong.

"You know I had everything under control back there." You told him, making him come to an abrupt stop. "If you hadn't barged in like a dumbass I'd have been fine."

He turned around then, seemingly insulted by your words. "If I hadn't barged in, you'd be dead."

"Bullshit!" You spat. "I don't need you to protect me."

"Well if you weren't so damn stupid then maybe I wouldn't have to!"

"Oh shut up. We're not even together anymore so stop acting like you care."

"Alright, just...come on." He paused. "Let's get back to the car, and we can talk about this later."

He reached out in an attempt to wrap his fingers around your forearm, but you quickly jerked away, denying him.

"Okay, fine. You wanna know how much I care?" He blurted out in response, his eyes going wide with frustration. "I haven't been able to get you outta my damn head for months, okay? And I freakin' hate myself for even thinking about you, because I shouldn't give a crap, but I just can't help it."

Silence pressed in over you both then, and you felt as though you were being crushed as you stood staring at him in the dark, his previous words becoming trapped in your mind.

You wanted to hate him. You wanted to walk away from him tonight and never think about him again, except you knew that would never be possible.

It didn't matter how much space you put between you and him, because you would always remain shackled to him, your heart hopelessly pining after him.

After a moment, you were finally able to will yourself to move forward, taking the few short steps toward him before taking his face in your hands. You pulled him down to you, kissing him gently.

And you were both surprised by this, because considering the circumstances, you probably should've been punching him in the face rather than kissing him.

But oh, how you'd missed that beautiful face, the feel of his soft lips against yours. It was like coming home.

You sighed into his mouth, sliding your hands into his hair as you deepened the kiss, feeling his fingers digging into your hips as he slowly pushed you backwards. It took a mere few steps before your back hit the rough bark of a tree and you could already feel yourself melting into him.

Dean pressed a harsh kiss against your lips then before dragging his mouth down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises as he made his way to your collarbone.

It had only been a couple of months since you'd last seen each other, yet somehow it felt like years as you practically devoured each other, Dean's body pressing hard against you as you desperately tugged on his hair.

He groaned into your skin and it was like electric coursing through you. God you had missed him.

It didn't take him long to find his way down to your jeans, his calloused fingers slipping under the waistband as he continued pressing harsh kisses along your throat.

"Oh my god, Dean!" You cried out, your need for him growing stronger with every move he made against you.

He simply snickered, pulling back just enough that he could manage to pull your jeans down your legs. "You ready for me to show you just how much I care?"

"Yes." You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as you leaned your head back against the bark. "Please."

He barely even gave you time to prepare before he was pushing himself inside you, making you cry out from the momentary sting.

"Jesus Christ." You whined, desperately clutching his shoulders as he thrusted inside you, pushing you further against the tree. "Dean."

"I know." He whispered into your neck, the sensation of his lips brushing your skin somehow making this all the more pleasurable.

He continued to slap his hips up into you, your groans filling the night air as you clung to each other, his fingers digging into your hips whilst you clutched the thick material of his jacket.

Being this close to Dean again felt incredible, the feeling of him deep inside of you setting your soul on fire. You had forgotten what this felt like, and you weren't sure you were willing to lose it again.

"I love you." You moaned, your breath catching in your throat as you pressed your forehead into his shoulder. "Oh my God."

"I love you too." Dean groaned in response, attempting to bury himself deeper inside you. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

"I think I have some idea."

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Head Over Hunt: Part 1

Request: Hi! 🙋🏼 i just found your blog.. you are awesome writer! I see your rqst are open.. could you do some Ketch x reader fics, where she is young hunter (like a sister to Winchesters). She and Ketch are taking some vamp nest together, and on their trip, they both kinda fall in love, but she is young and innocent, and Ketch being Ketch, try to push her.. eventually he gives in, and seek her... some fluff, kiss, smut end.. your call :) tnx

A/N: I wish Tumblr would let me cross out words in the title of posts because I wanted the title to be Head Over Heels Hunts, so now it's just Head Over Hunt.  

Also, thanks @aquivercactus for sending in the request. I hope this is similar to what you had in mind. And I've planned at least one other part to this so I'll tag you when I post that.

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warnings: Blood, heavy make-out, groping, implied smut.

Word Count: 2143

The air was cold and chilling when you stepped out of the British Men of Letters owned Chrysler. The light coat couldn't stand against the winter air. As your back met the metal of the vehicle, a shiver ran up your spine. You could've stayed inside the car, where the heater was tuned just to your specific modifications. But the air suffocated you, the heat... it brought it all back; the fight with your brothers. The brisk air, as shallow as it made your breath, felt much more inviting. The chill distracted you from the shit show that was that afternoon. And, as the sun set over the mountains, and the storm clouds moved in, promising snow within the next hour, you wondered if you'd made a mistake in accompanying Arthur Ketch on this hunt.

"You seriously want to go on a hunt with that prick?" Dean had spat, staring down at you with more disdain than he held for Crowley these recent weeks since teaming up with the demon to stop Lucifer.

After the vampires infiltrated the British Men of Letter's bunker, both Mick Davies and Arthur Ketch had been more than impressed with your skill set. At their request, you joined the organization, a little more thoroughly than the Winchesters, since you agreed to go on several hunts with Arthur, alone.

You'd hidden it from your brothers. Claiming to stay at the bunker, or complete simple "errands" hunts while they continued to work with the Brits too, spending time with Mick Davies. But Sam and Dean didn't trust them, especially Ketch.

Dean had been close to shouting when you finally admitted to your brothers that this weekend you'd be hunting with Ketch. Dean had been close to shouting, the only thing keeping him in line was Sam.

"What Dean MEANS to say is, are you sure it's such a good idea?"

"No," Dean stopped his brother. "That's part of it, but I don't trust that British suit wearing monkey for a minute alone with you." He waged a pointed a finger in your face to emphasize his key point. "You aren't going."

Something on your face tipped Dean off. Maybe it was the alarm in your widened eyes or the way you bite your lip; Dean realized the truth.

"You've been already hunting with that creep!" Now he was shouting.

You kept your eyes on your eldest brother, ignoring Sam's shock dissolve into disappointment as you felt yourself losing your grip.

"I'm sorry I hid it from you guys. But I'm not a kid anymore. I can choose who I hunt with." Your tone was even, but lacked even an ounce of empathy, trying to keep your calm steady as Dean glared down at you like a disrespectful child.

Dean didn't say anything in response but turned towards Sam, who tried to keep his face stoic through the entire argument. "Aren't you going to back me up on this?"

"Well," Sam began, rubbing his neck, his shoulders shrugging in defeat. "I'm not completely against Ketch or any of them. They've already been hunting-"

"You're useless," Dean told him before turning back to you for the last time. "Point is, I don't trust him with my little sister. And if I have to pick you up myself and lock you in your room, then by Chuck I will." Dean threatened, standing above you in a dominating fashion.

You flinched as you accidentally scrapped your wounded knuckles on the zipper of your coat. Unaware that in your thoughts, you were zipping up your jacket to stay warm.

You avoided looking at your hand from the time it collided with Dean's face until now. He'd stayed true to his word; the moment he tried to stop you from leaving all of your rage expelled, and it was almost a blur of how you'd managed to get away. You knew your brother loved you, but he'd never treat Sam that way.

"They didn't have the exact disinfectant I was hoping for," Ketch's voice brought you out of your memories. His form illuminating in the gas station light, which should've put him at a disadvantage. But he'd never looked better. It made you wonder how unflattering you appeared. "but this should do the trick."

You took the small bag from Ketch, looking in to realize that he'd also purchased a few bandages for your hand. "Thank you."

"How did you say you received that cut, again?" Ketch's eyes were teasing you, trying to persuade you into telling your secret.

"I didn't," you spoke as you turned your back, walking around the front of the car to get back to the passenger seat. "But if you must know, I fought a band of pirates this morning."

"I see," Ketch played along, bobbing his head as he disconnected the gas pump from the car. "Pirates in the middle of Kanas, what a rare find."

"Exactly." You didn't fight the grin on your face, as you swung your body into the passenger seat, letting the bag rest onto your lap.

When Ketch returned to his seat, you turned towards him. "How much further until we're there?"

"Well, we still have to get through the rest of this bloody state before we reach Wichita Falls, Texas. The GPS says it shouldn't be more than," he tapped a few buttons on the digital screen embedded into the car "four hours. Wait," Ketch paused, cocking a brow at you. "you do this for a living, shouldn't you know how far away we are from our destination?"

"Dean always drives, so I don't really much pay attention."

It was a simple statement, but careless your tone, it reminded Ketch of how much younger you were than your brothers; than him.

"I never quite grasped the age difference between you and your brothers. I mean, Mary must've had you-"

"Mary isn't my mother." It was said with a deadpan. "You don't think we're all one happy, normal hunting family, do you?"

"I beg your pardon?" Ketch said, glancing at you with uncertainty as he drove the car out of the gas station and back onto the deserted road.

"They're only my half-siblings," you clarified for the man, eyes engulfed with the scenery behind the window. "John was a real slut."

Ketch was no longer watching the road, fully immersed in your background. You turned your gaze onto the road, realizing Ketch was gaining speed on the only other car on the road. "Look out!"

Arthur was quick to swerve into the next lane, missing the car by not even a yard. He sped past the rustic truck, leaving it long behind as he grew silent, griping the wheel. In the midst of almost dying, you hadn't wondered about where Ketch's head was at.

Ketch apologized, and seconds later cleared his throat, keeping his eyes glued to the road. He silently cursed himself for almost hitting that car.

It hadn't been the first time you'd enchanted him with your charm. It was why he never rejected Mick's suggestions for Ketch to hunt with you. He enjoyed your company; too much if he were completely honest. He was visually satisfied any time he looked at you, but it was something about your demeanor, the way you held yourself with a calm confidence that was nothing similar to the boastful way he presented himself.  It was the first time in a long time Ketch had been interested in more than a woman's body.

But now, he knew he needed to keep his distance. Ketch had to put up a barrier. He couldn't let himself feel anything for you; romance's only purpose was to get in the way; to get you killed.

"So," Ketch attempted to defuse any previous interest he had, but after a few moments, he caved. "How did the Winchesters find you?"

"I actually found them. My mom gave me a number in case something happened to her, so when she died about six years ago I called, and Dean picked up. John was already dead, but I never really wanted to know him anyway."

Ketch remained silent, not sure if he should say anything to what you'd said. He wasn't use to anyone so forthcoming about their lives.

But you mistook his silence for judgment. "Sorry, not everyone has sophisticated British breeding."

Ketch frowned. "You truly believe I am that stuck up?"

"No, just that you have a stick up your ass."

The statement would've pissed Ketch off, should've. But the lowkey grin on your lips made him smile too. Damn, he'd have to learn to stop that.

"Ahhh!" The sound forced a shiver through Ketch's body as he beheaded the last vampire in his sight.

His feet were moving under him before he had realized, running through the cave towards the pitiful sound. Ketch called out your name repeatedly. Seeing red, he searched the tunnels, nearly praying to find you before it was too late.

"Ketch!" Another high-pitched scream. Ketch cursed, the sound bounced off the walls, confusing him of where you were located. He yelled your name again, choosing a direction and hoping it wasn't the wrong one.

After turning the bend, two figures appeared, grappling on the ground like wild animals for dominance. It only took a second for Ketch to realize one of them, was you. The opposing vampire was on top of you, leaning down over your arm as you reached for the discarded machete out of your reach.

Ketch was quick to act, pulling the monster off of you, giving it a merciless end as he gave it a few painful blows before carelessly chopping it neck until beheaded. Covered in blood, Ketch kneeled down at your side.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded until you grimaced in pain when trying to stand. Ketch turned on his flashlight, to see where you were hurt. You flinched back at the light, showcasing your torn arm as you used it to block the light. Ketch noted it was the same one with your worn knuckles.

Ketch took your arm lightly to view before taking your hand in his, ignoring every barrier he'd had in place. "You'll need stitches. We should leave now."

Ketch aided you in standing on your feet, escorting you out of the tunnel, careful to step over the vampires corpses before reaching the fading sunlight of the woods. Ketch attended to your arm immediately after reaching the car. Neither of you spoke, aside from Ketch's apologies whenever you flinched in pain from the needle.

It was getting late; it was dark when Ketch finished, using only the light from the car to stitch you up. You both agreed to rest a night in a hotel before making the drive back home. Exhaustion was the underrated choice of vocabulary for what you both felt.

"Your room's here, across the hall from mine. If you need anything, please let me know," Ketch said once in the hallway of your hotel, turning his back to swipe his key card in the door.

But as he stepped inside, he turned to see you hadn't moved, a partly disappointed expression on your features. "Is it your arm?"

"No, it's just- never mind. Night Ketch," you called, finally entering your room. You shut the door, leaving Ketch alone in the hall.

Ketch stared at the door, several possibilities developing in his mind. What if you ached for him the way he did for you? He couldn't reside in his room knowing it was a possibility. When he could have you all to himself.

The temptation was too great as he stepped into the hall, letting his door shut behind him. He stood in front of your door, debating if he should knock.

Before he knew it, his fist was tapping the door. You opened the door, a little wide-eyed before Ketch leaned in and kissed you.

You instantly gave in, letting Ketch press you against the open door. You swallowed a moan, hungrily kissing Ketch as he was still getting use to the idea that he was, in fact, kissing you.

"I just don't want to be alone tonight," you whispered between kisses.

"I'm here," he motioned for you to wrap your legs around him, instantly pressing his forming bulge against your core.

You moaned slightly, the anticipation going straight between your legs as Ketch walked you further into the bedroom as the door shut closed.

Part 2

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