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alexsoenomel · 1 year

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Temporary Bliss (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Just the idea of gentle praise as he holds them, whispering softly. “Shh, shhh.. You can do this; you're doing so well, good (G/N) good (G/N).”

Summary: You and Dean get drunk after a successful hunt and end up spilling tea about what you like in the bedroom which leads to some naughty activities

Pairing: Dean x Reader (FIRST PERSON)

Warnings: smoking, cursing, fingering, sexy times

Word count: 4k

Note: I put my own little twist on it and you will probably hate me for it oops!

Also Dean smokes and wears glasses in this!!!!!!!!!!

Request by by @eclipses-dream THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE<3 Hope you like it!

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After a successful hunt, Dean and I had one thing and one thing only in mind- to get drunk. It felt only natural for us to order a couple of glasses of whiskey and forget we almost died a few hours before. Dean felt the same. Sam on the other hand had other plans or better yet no plans at all. He simply wanted to get some sleep.

When we came back to Lebanon, Kansas, Dean dropped Sam off at the bunker and we were on our way to get intoxicated.

"How are we going to come home if you get drunk, Dean?" It hit me.

"Sweetheart, I function better drunk than sober." He smirked.

"Dean, that's not something to brag about." I told him, feeling a bit concerned.

When we got to the bar it was awfully quiet, then again not a lot of people like to drink on a random Wednesday night.

Crazy train by Ozzy was playing in the background, dimmed lights and light smell of alcohol and wood in my nose was what life was all about after a successful hunt. It was Dean's favorite bar and that was one of few things we agreed on. It was close to home and it felt like one too. It gave both of us a sense of belonging and a place where we could strip off our lies and just be drunks, not fake FBI agents, or freakin' plumbers.

"What is your poison for tonight?" I asked as we sat down right across from each other.

"Whiskey, it works faster.” He said and he was right.

We drank beers almost every single day anyways, and since all three of us chugged Dean’s prized possession The Macallan Sherry Oak Whisky that he STOLE (while we were hunting a ghost in a “rich people home” as he called it) we missed the sweet old taste of good quality alcohol and bad decisions.

Once we got our drinks we started to reminisce on old memories, good and bad ones. We dug deeper into our lives that night, searching for broken dreams and missed opportunities.

“What was your dream?”

“My dream?” I asked, trying to understand what he meant.

“I mean before all of this, before you started hunting.”

“Oh…” My lips formed a small O as I started to flip through the pages in my brain trying to find an answer. I was taken aback by his question.

Usually when we drank alone together we would joke around, tell random stories, make fun of Sam or just have drunk karaoke. For some odd reason he was in the mood to dwell on past lives.

“I wanted to be a writer.” I finally said. “Or a bookkeeper.”

“A nerd.” He said, giving me a half smile before he took a sip of his drink.

“Well, at least I don’t look like one.” I stuck my tongue out, obviously trying to pick on the fact that he had a brand new accessory on his head in order to see.

“Hey! It’s not my fault I can’t see properly.” He said feeling almost offended.

“With the amount of porn you watch on that small laptop, I think it definitely is.” I said with a proud grin on my face.

He almost choked on his drink before we both shared a laugh. "Good one, (Y/N)!”

“I know.” I winked.

“You can’t deny though, I look sexy wearing glasses.” There it was. The amount of times I have heard him say that makes me want to punch him in his groin. He knew how much it annoyed me when his words were driven by his obnoxious ego and yet he still did it.

I just rolled my eyes and chugged the last drops from the glass.

Soon after we ordered more.

And more.

And a little bit more.

Hours became seconds and we didn’t even notice when it was time to leave. The bartender had to notify us that they were closing.

We didn’t even know how much we drank but by the price on the bill and our inability to walk in a straight line, I’d say we got pretty smashed.

Once we were out of the bar, cold air hit my skin as I shivered. The alcohol in my veins was keeping me warm, but not warm enough. I put a hand in my leather jacket to get my pack of Marlboros and put one in between the mouth and lit up. Bad habits die hard and this one had been haunting me ever since I was 16. I inhaled the smoke, feeling my lungs taking every bit of smoke before I exhaled.

“That ain’t healthy, you know?”

“You smoke too, Dean.” I told him and gave him one cigarette. Watching him put it between his full lips and lighting it up felt almost as intoxicating as the whiskey he had been drinking. I just love the sight of a man lighting up his cigarette, tilting his head up slightly, putting his hand around it, not letting the wind put out the flame. I could really notice how sharp his jaw truly was.

I pulled myself back to reality when I noticed his gaze on me.

“Only after a good whiskey.” He justified himself.

“I hope you can still drive. I kinda don’t wanna die in a car accident.” I said before taking another inhale.

“Of course I can. You know that one time when we went on a hunt in Oklahoma?”

“The pack of wolves?”

“Exactly that one.” He said waiting for me to ask another question.

“Yes, and?”

“And, I got hammered in the car while you were sleeping in the backseat.” He confessed feeling proud. For a grown ass man who was five years older than me, he sure was immature sometimes.

“Again, that’s not something to brag about.” I said, tossing the bud on the ground since there weren’t any trash cans. Dean did the same after two more puffs.

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The ride was filled with silence; not even the music was on. I felt the pulsating sensation on both sides of my head, getting stronger as my throat was too dry to muster a sentence. I was thirsty and starving.

After 10 minutes, we were home and Sam was already dreaming sweet dreams. Poor man didn’t sleep for the past two days, he was exhausted. Myself and the older Winchester were a different breed. We could go without sleep for a very long time before our bodies would collapse. I struggled with insomnia all my life so I was pretty used to it.

I went to the kitchen and chugged two full glasses of water and got myself some chips that had been sitting in the cupboard for God knows how long.

Dean followed me to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

“Are you tired?” I asked as I shoved a handful of chips in my mouth.

“Nope.” He answered and kicked his shoes off. He was practically drowning in that glass of water.

“Let's hang out in my room. I’m tired of sitting in chairs.”

I kicked my shoes on the side of my room and went straight to the bathroom to wash my hands and face. My eyes were bloodshot, hair messy from the wind and overall I looked drunk. I put my hair up, did my skincare since I was fully aware I wasn’t capable of showering and brushed my teeth. I was still hungry but apart from the tasteless chips I just had, we had nothing to eat. I wasn’t living a glamorous and well organized life so an empty fridge was a normal occurrence.

I slipped into my pjs before I came out of the bathroom. Dean was sitting in my reading chair, flipping through the pages of the book he found on it. He had a somewhat look of disgust on his face. Eyebrows pulled down, nose wrinkled, the poor guy probably found something he shouldn't have.

“(Y/N), are you seriously reading this?”

“Yeah, why?” I asked him as I climbed under the covers in my bed and sat up. The chair was right in front of me so I had a perfectly good view of him, trying to comprehend what he just read.

“The guy is literally fucking the girl with his gun…What the fuck?” He asked me as his widened eyes were still fixated on the page. It took him a few seconds before he looked at me again.

“You really had to open that chapter, my God!” I said covering my face halfway to my nose with my blanket. I felt a bit embarrassed having to explain what I liked to read. I don’t think he would understand the complexity of Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton. It unlocked, and kept unlocking a lot of kinks and fantasies I didn't even know I had. Through that book I realized just how shitty my sex life really was…well when I had one.

“Well that’s fucking sick!” Dean said and closed the book, putting it on the table next to him.

“It's a dark romance, what do you expect?”

“Well not, that.” He said and pointed at the book.

“Shhh, let me live. I like that shit.” I told him not knowing what kind of conversation topic I just unlocked.

Dean, still feeling the influence of alcohol, tilted his head slightly to the left pondering on what his ears just registered. Lips slightly parted, squinting eyes before he asked the question I didn’t want to hear.

“What kind of shit?”

I felt my cheeks burning, as my heart started working faster. “Shit in the bedroom.” I gave him a vague answer hoping he would stop there.

He didn’t.

He scoffed. “Be more specific.”

“Um…” I started, as I was thinking of the most appropriate answer I could give him. “Well, that submissive shit.” I finally said.

When his lips turned up into a smirk, I felt my pulse in my throat.

Dean and I never really acknowledged the fact that there was something in the air lingering between us. We would bicker and roast each other whenever we got the chance, sometimes we wanted to slap each other, the reason being we were so much alike character wise, but when it came to actually diving into what was going on…not a fucking chance.

Even Sam told me once he noticed us looking at each other like we wanted to devour each other but I just brushed it off. We were good friends, hell, he was my best friend, but I refused to say anything simply because I was terrified. I was terrified because we lived together, we worked together…we coexisted and if something or someone were to fuck it up, it would make my life an awkward little hell. Plus I didn’t want to be on my own; I would die out there without them.

I was a good hunter, but not good enough.

“Now we are getting somewhere.”

I was still pretty drunk, but sober enough to feel the sexual tension forming in the air. The headache wasn’t helping though and since he wasn’t letting this shit go I decided to suck it up.

“Okay, what do you want to know?” I said trying to sound as open as possible for this interrogation. Secretly, I was excited to share my dirty little mind with him.

“What do you mean by submissive?”

“I like control and being controlled. If I’m good, I want a reward and If I’m bad, I get punished.” I explained. “And I like controlling someone, it depends on my mood.”

I watched Dean as he licked his lips and felt myself rubbing my thighs underneath the covers. I couldn’t admit to myself how much I found him attractive. I kept telling myself over the years to let that shit go, but it was impossible. That man was too hot and intimidating for my own good. I would brush it off one day, touch myself while thinking of him the next. Torturous life I was living.

“Hmm, I mean I do like that.” He finally said, making me chuckle.

“Dean, I heard you tell Sam, you would like to get slapped by a girl wearing a Zorro mask during sex. I know you do.” Dean’s eyes widened as he practically melted into the chair. “I mean, same.” I added to make him feel a little less embarrassed. I don’t think it worked.

“Hey it’s not my fault, it’s those movies!” He tried to justify himself.

“You wanted to open that box. I opened it!” I said. “Plus, it's not like I haven’t heard you before.”

Dean was stunned by my comment. “Wha- what do you mean?” He knew exactly what I meant.

“Motel walls are thin, dumbass.”

“Well fuck me!” He said as he took his glasses off to rub his eyes, before putting them back on again.

Five times in total. Five sleepless nights and five amazing orgasms. His meaningless night stands were a good insight of what he was like in the bedroom. Every girl was praised, rewarded and punished if needed. His sweet words and praises made me wetter than any men who got the chance to share a night with me. I had to cover my mouth during those nights, to stop myself from screaming his name while he was fucking another girl in the next room. One particular sentence had been carved in my mind and it made me horny just by thinking about it:

“You are such a good girl.”

GOOD.

GIRL.

I’ve never had anyone tell me this. Every man I’ve been with was as useless in the bedroom as a knitted condom, only caring about himself and his needs. Some of them even thought they found my clit, just like Christopher Columbus found a direct water route from Europe to Asia. They all THOUGHT, but no one actually did. My favorite thing ever.

I bit my lower lip, remembering those words before I quickly snapped back to reality. "Yeah, I couldn’t sleep during those nights. You were loud.”

“Did you like what you heard?” He asked me without hesitation.

“Um….” I tried to think of a quick lie to tell but failed miserably.

“Oh you did!” His eyes softened. I felt completely exposed when those words left his mouth. I didn’t know what to say so I just ignored it. "Thank God he didn't ask me if I touched myself…"

“So what do you like?”

“I told you…everything.” He suddenly stood up and sat on the edge of my bed. My nervousness was evident, I couldn’t look him in the eyes at all, I was looking in his direction but avoiding eye contact like the plague.

“But what is your thing?” I asked.

“My thing?”

“Yes, what do you like the most in the sack?” I was thrilled to hear his answer.

“I like to give pleasure. And I like that submissive shit.” He chuckled at that second sentence.

"Perfect answer."

“And you like being submissive?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“At times yeah. Whatever the girl wants…”

“Whatever the girl wants…” My sinful brain repeated as I felt myself getting wetter by the second. Was he feeling the same thing I was feeling? The tension, the overwhelming urge to fuck his brains out…He knew me like a back of his hand. Was I obvious? I wasn’t aware of my facial expression when he said those words. Frankly, I wasn’t aware of my words either because of alcohol.

“Since we are talking about sex, what was your best night of horizontal tango?” He asked me since I was silent.

“I don’t have one.” I confessed.

Dean’s eyebrows went up as he gave me a look of confusion. “Are you-?”

“No, dumbass I love sex. I’ve just dated shitty men.” I said cutting him off.

“Well that ain’t good.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re telling me you never had the big O?” I liked the sight of him forming his lips as he said the big “O”. His lips were so perfectly full, I wanted to bite them.

“No, I’m telling you a man has never made me cum. I always had to finish the damn job.” I said, sounding almost irritated.

The truth was, I was irritated, but not because of his question, but because I was so damn horny. My legs were closed, trying so hard to not touch myself under the covers, I could feel it, the pulsating sensation of my clit desperately begging to be touched. My words weren't filtered through my brain at this point, even though I kept telling myself to not play with fire.

“Although, one man did. Without even touching me. ” I wanted to see his reaction.

“Who? God?” He asked in a sarcastic tone as I gave him an answer in the form of a bitch face, almost as good as Sammy’s.

“No, dumbass.”

“Then who?”

“YOU!” I finally said.

Dean was silent for a few seconds, making me swallow what little saliva I had in my mouth.

His eyes were staring at my naked soul and I refused to look at his. It was true what people said, a drunk man’s words were sober man’s thoughts. I had always wanted to tell him,I would imagine all kinds of scenarios, confessing my sins to him and now it finally happened.

A chuckle left his lips before he spoke.

“When?”

“When, what?”

“When did I help you?”

“The best one was back in South Dakota.” I confessed.

“You’re telling me I helped you multiple times?” He asked, trying to connect to dots but at the same time I could feel his stinking ego emerging, again.

“Five times.” I said, expecting a proud “NICE” from him.

“Nice!” And I was right.

“But what’s so special about South Dakota?” He then asked.

I was hesitant to tell him, but then I remembered he was fully aware I enjoyed reading about a girl getting fucked by a gun. Having a praise kink was the least of my concerns.

“You called her a good girl.” I said falling under the covers from sheer embarrassment I was feeling. I covered myself with the blanket, only eyes peeking through looking at him, patiently waiting for his reaction.

His gaze was fixed on me, but this time I didn't recognize it. I couldn't describe it. It felt almost primal. He was biting his lower lip so much it started to look painful.

Without a word he got under the covers next to me. I felt myself getting more and more nervous. As I was about to move to give him space, he spread my legs and got on top of me. My body became completely frozen, our faces inches apart. I was forced to look at him in those beautiful green eyes, surrounded by the longest eyelashes I've ever seen.

"Do you want me to touch you this time?" He spoke in a soft tone. His voice was so deep and husky it sent my body into a different dimension. Waves of electricity went through me as those green emeralds sparkled above me.

I licked my lips before placing my thumb on his perfectly full lower lip.

"I do, but do you realize if we do this, things are going to be a lot different?" I was hesitant. It was evident he wanted this but I was hesitant to dive into this territory. I was hesitant to cross the damn line.

"Oh sweetheart, I do. I wanted to be different for a long damn time." He said and crashed his lips on mine.

It took me a second before I realized what was going on and kissed him back, pulling him closer by his shirt. The kiss was filled with lust, it felt like I was a teenager again. A mixture of alcohol and mint filled my mouth as I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him as close as possible.

“You are eager!” He told me between kisses.

He left kisses all over my jaw before moving his lips to my neck as he slowly started to grind against me. Even though he was in his jeans I could feel how hard he was and it was making me indeed eager.

"I want you!" I managed to say.

"Say that again!" He whispered into my ear as I felt his hand play with the hem of my pajamas before he shoved it further but not touching me.

A light sigh escaped my lips before I said. "I want you, Dean!"

As I repeated those words I could feel his two fingers on my clit making small circles as my whole body shivered in pleasure.

"Good girl!" He finally said the words I wanted to hear. His voice was impeccable, deep, husky…it made me realize he could indeed make me do anything. With that kind of voice and his perfect facial features he was unstoppable.

We kissed and bit each other's lips as clothes started to come off one by one until we were bare with nothing but lust and need.

Hands roaming all over each other, feeling each other's scares, moaning into the kisses…I was in pure bliss.

He was pushing the right buttons; it was like he already knew every inch of my skin.

Suddenly, I felt his two fingers enter me. I whimpered as the sudden discomfort turned into sudden pleasure.

"Shhh you're doing so good, (Y/N)." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on my now sore lips. He established a slow pace making me want to arch my back but I couldn't since he was still on top of me. I just closed my eyes and let it consume me as his pace was growing faster.

I moaned his name over and over again gripping the bed sheets like my life depended on it. Eventually, the strongest orgasm completely took over my body as I came all over his fingers.

"Jesus!" I said, trying to catch my breath. I was panting like I just ran a damn marathon.

"Not Jesus, Dean!" He said in a cocky tone and he winked at me. I couldn't help but chuckle almost breathless at his cheeky little comment.

"Open your mouth!" He said resting the tip of his tongue on his front teeth.

I did what he told me as he showed his dripping fingers in my mouth. I sucked them dry feeling the sweetness of my juices.

"Good girl!"

As I was coming down from my high, he kissed me again before I felt his tip on my entrance. I moaned into the kiss as he stretched my dripping cunt. My hands went in his hair, slightly pulling him away to look at me. He groaned in response and broke the kiss.

"Am I a good girl, Dean?" I whispered into his ear, feeling him finally moving inside of me. I was desperately eager to hear him praise me again.

"So good, (Y/N)!" He said, basically pouring gasoline on the already intense fire.

Once his pace became faster I could feel the pleasure slowly building up in the pit of my stomach. My hands were now on his back, nails digging into his skin, probably leaving marks. My breathing became erratic again, as I was slowly falling apart like a puzzle under the man I wanted for such a long time.

With every thrust a could feel it…. slowly emerging.

So.

Close.

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"It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what my heart meant

The heat of the moment showed in your eyes"

I opened my eyes, feeling my mouth drooling as I pressed snooze. I was in my room….my actual room in my shitty apartment. Dean nowhere in sight only the book Haunting Adelaine by H. D. Carlton, lying next to me, opened. I fell asleep while reading porn again.

"Fucking hell!" I whispered under my breath as I took the pack of my slim cigarettes on my night stand and shoved one in my mouth. I lit it up and inhaled the smoke trying to remember the dream I had. Half of it had already evaporated from my brain.

I wasn't a hunter anymore and Dean still wasn't real.

I was, yet again, a struggling artist trying to survive in the wonderful melting pot that was New York City and it was time to get ready for work.

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bccky · 11 months

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Souls Intertwined By Fate

Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?

Words: 1061

Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced

A/N: revamped fic of my own. It's been almost an year since I posted the first part, I'm extremely sorry for the long pause hehe // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx

⇤ PART 1

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A shiver runs down your spine as you stand behind the Roadhouse, and you can't tell if it's because of the cold biting air or the green eyes that are trying to cloud your mind.

There aren't many things that can scare you now, but now that you have found your soulmate, even thinking about him gives you shivers - and not the good kind.

"Thank you," You whisper to Jo as she sneaks a few bottles of the strongest rum through the backdoor. Your only objective now is to avoid Ellen and whoever that guy was.

You don't want to know his name... It will make this all too real.

"You owe me a big one." Jo says and you nod, wanting to cut your time here as short as possible.

Her questioning glances every few seconds are enough for you to know that she's just waiting for an opening to ask why you are suddenly stocking up on your favorite bottles of alcohol, and you're not ready to tell her why.

Realizing you forgot to bring your car to the back, you sigh, bidding farewell to Jo with a hug.

You almost start running once she closes the door towards your car that you parked in the front, stashing your bag in the car, as you start the ignition.

You're ready to step on the accelerator and be away from your soulmate, the person who's going to be your doom. You can't help but peek at the bar as you pass by and you're sure you see the dirty blond hair that is going to haunt your dreams from now on.

The bottles Jo smuggled are just so that you can lay off from visiting the Road House as much as you can.

It's no secret that whoever drops by the bar is sure to become a regular thanks to Ellen's hospitality, connections and knowledge of the supernatural, that is, unless anyone gives her a reason to clear off.

The fear makes you drive as far as possible from the only people who you now call your family in search of hunts, but that doesn't mean you can run from what you have named as 'the Soulmates Curse'.

You end up at a diner in a small town with a supposed haunted cabin in the nearby woods, taking a breath of relief as you see an empty seat by the window.

You put down all the resources you have on the table for the current case you're working on, using it as a distraction.

But as you’re settling, a high pitched giggle catches your attention. There’s a family in the park near the diner which you can see clearly from your seat.

You get a weird feeling in your heart, a sense of longing for what you once had. The parents laze around on a picnic blanket, happily watching the children who are running around and playing with each other.

You wonder if you’ll ever get to live and love like that again.

“Hey,” a deep voice pulls you out of your chain of thoughts, and you look up to see a man with dark, gelled-back hair, a stubble gracing his genial smile, "You okay?"

Not gonna lie, you feel like a high school girl starting to fall for the cute guy in class, your insides warm as your body feels flush.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You say to yourself, although you know that it isn't true, it's the only way to convince your mind that you're doing the right thing by saving yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.

“I’m Chris, your server for the evening. What can I get you?”

Chris’ deep brown eyes make you want to forget everything, and for some reason, it makes you feel like you’re cheating on your non-existent relationship.

“Just a cheeseburger and fries, Chris. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at you with another one of his charming smiles, and you almost melt.

Your mind is in overdrive now.

The happy family directly in your sights are confusing your one-track mind, making you want that kind of contentment in your life as well.

As Chris brings your order to your table, you can’t help but ask, “The town is quite charming, huh?”

He laughs, “Yep, just a small, peaceful town. Except for Old Neil’s Cabin, it’s a nice place to live. And if you don’t believe in ghost stories, we don’t have many problems here.”

And with that, your yearning mind starts planning out an ordinary life in this town, hoping that your soulmate will have a peaceful death and since you won’t be attached to him, you won't feel much when the inevitable happens.

If you get rid of the ghost, then you can see yourself getting old here, preferably with a handsome man like Chris, and have a little family.

Back at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse, Dean Winchester takes a sip of his beer and sighs, tapping on the wooden bar, deep in thought.

Sam is talking about something or the other with Jo, not paying mind to Dean, who honestly doesn’t care. He is too occupied with the girl from last night who has been making his heart skip a beat every few minutes as little things around him keep reminding him of you.

Dean smiles to himself as a warmth spreads in his heart, hopeful that you are having a good time, whoever, and wherever you are.

“What’s up with him?” Jo asks Sam softly, not wanting to rob him out of whatever was cheering him on.

“No one ever knows with him.” Sam shrugs, throwing an amusing smile at his brother, not that he noticed. “He has been a little hush since yesterday.”

“Jo,” Dean speaks out of the blue, bursting the bubble he had built around him.

“Yeah?” She replies, in anticipation of knowing what his next words will be, curious about what he had been contemplating all this while.

“Do you know a girl around our age in the hunting business?”

“To be quite frank, there are a lot. I can’t just tell who you’re talking about just from that.”

Dean takes the last drink out of his glass before turning towards Jo, giving her a serious look. “She was here yesterday.”

“Oh, you mean Y/N?”

And with that, Dean’s life takes a different turn again.

Part 3

I’d love to hear what you think of it! Please like, reblog and comment to let me know Xx

I wanna get back into writing again, can you send in any requests or something? Thanks in advance :)

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I'm not tagging anyone this time because it has been so long since I last posted this series, or anything to be honest, so please let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next parts (let me know in the reblogs)!

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1000roughdrafts · 4 months

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Dean Winchester X Reader Masterlist

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

Angst

💙 Us - request: Can you do a deanxreader songfic to the song us by Regina spektor

💙Goodbye ~ After Dean takes on the mark, his relationship with Y/N starts to fall through the cracks. She’s had enough of him taking out his stress on her, and after years of silencing her pain, she finally lets him know why it’s time to say goodbye.

💙How Do I Become Enough ~Reader and Dean right about her doubts, she feels somewhat isolated and annoyed. No cheating, necessarily, but think along the lines of Dolly Parton’s Jolene

💙Intrusive Thoughts ~Dean was supposed to visit Y/N while she was at work, but when he didn’t show, she got worried. After finally getting ahold of him, she was relieved to know that he was alive. But when another full day passes by without a word, her mind goes into overdrive about what could have happened to him.

💙Voicemails ~ this is a small, angsty thing, and it is 100000% self indulging so please feel free to just ignore it.

💙 Illicit Affairs - Request from anon based on Taylor Swift’s song Illicit Affairs <3

💙 Promise Me This Is Forever - this is for @allywritesblog and #allyswriting event, and im using the quote "promise me this is forever" :)

Fluff

💙 Phone Calls With Dean ~ just a random thing I wrote for a story that didn’t pan out, no real plot to this.

💙Shooting With Dean ~ Dean takes you out for target practice, but something else is on his mind.

💙Time ~Soulmate AU, Y/N has had the ability to pause and unpause time for likely her whole life, believing she was the only person with such a power. One day, she learns that not only is that not true, but the other person is her soulmate.

💙 Salted Baseball Bat - Anon Request: "'They said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who's laughing now?' you say as you whack the ghost again."

💙 Criminal - DeanxReader request from @rileynicole1967 based on the song Criminal by Britney Spears

💙 Cat-astrophe Written for @spnfanficpond‘s unfic challenge with the prompt “I may have accidentally sort of adopted 5 cats.”fluff, stern!Dean,

💙 Baby Winchester 2021 - Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute, fluffy way.

💙 Just Another Day - Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Flangst

💙 We're Gonna Get You Through This - reader is triggered back to a horrible memory and explains to Dean why waiting to have sex is best for her.

💙Currently untitled ~ Request: could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?

💙 A Boring Holy Cross Tattoo - A Fic inspired by Cards Against Supernatural with the cards “Dean has 99 problems but ____ ain’t one.” and “A boring holy cross tattoo”.

💙 Amnesia - Request from @rileynicole1967 : Deanxreader one shot or series ;) based off the song “amnesia” by 5 seconds of summer but in the readers pov and at the end he comes back for her and it’s all fluffy and cute.

💙 Half a Man - Follow up to the Amnesia request from @rileynicole1967 - this one takes place the same night as Amnesia, but in Dean’s perspective and based on the song Half a Man.

18 + / Smut One Shots

💙Downtime ~ 18+, smut; After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend.

💙Punishment ~ 18+, smut; After embarrassing Dean at an important dinner, he punishes you with a cold shower.

💙 Size Matters - 18+ Smut DeanxReader request from anon, where reader has a size kink

💙 Poison - DeanxReader request from @kaitlaitlaitl based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper

Mini Series xx

💙 Movie Monsters Part One | Part Two ~ You’re teamed up with Dean, a man you’ve always found obnoxious, to find out the path of a new monster. Of course, things don’t always go as planned. (Complete)

💙 Never Have I Ever Part One | Part Two ~ Part Two is pure smut; College!AU - Dean gets jealous of the attention he thinks you’re receiving from Cas during a small party at your house and doesn’t know what to do with it, so he leaves the room to keep drinking.

💙 Hope is a Dangerous Thing... Part One | Part Two ~ The renowned author of a best-selling crime novel, Y/N Y/L/N, was thrown into a whole new world after her parents were brutally murdered. Their killer never found, Y/N took things into her own hands, meeting the Winchesters in her journey for justice. Even years later, she struggles to let anyone close in fear they’d leave or worse.

💙 i hate u, i love u (1) Slowburn au/Y/N has been in a relationship with Nick for the last 5 years. They’ve had a rough go. There’s been good and bad times, but she finally realizes that the man she thought she loved has been abusing her. Dean offers her a safe haven when she feared she had nothing else. (this may be abandoned, but we will see)

💙Reverse Supernatural ~ request; “Hi!! I have been tossing an idea around for a bit… What if… Now hear me out… What if the Reader was the experienced hunter and she/he has to save Dean and/or Sam who have never known the supernatural existed…?” (only part one is out right now / ongoing / might also become abandoned)

Series xx

💙Family Secrets ~ 18+ ; Your uncle Bobby, and adoptive father Rufus, had a secret. A secret they never wanted the Winchester’s to find out. They had done a good job of keeping you from crossing their path, but now that they've both passed away there is nothing they can do about the brothers finding out their secret; you. (ongoing BUT I really want to and am seriously considering taking it down to rewrite it - this was the first thing I ever wrote and it's... it shows lol) 2/22/24 A/N: I want to return to this series, but since it was pretty much my first fic ever, I really want to rewrite some of the episodes and make it pace better. I understand that that might not be the best solution, however, so maybe I’ll just add inbetweeners or something. Just know I want to come back to finish it and may change some things along the way 😊

#supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean x reader smut #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader fluff #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x reader flangst #dean winchester fluff #supernatural fan fiction

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deepinsonder · 1 year

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Better man, Dean winchester

Pairings: Dean winchester x f!reader, mentions of John Winchester

Warnings: Talk about kids and John Winchester

Summary: Unlike Dean, Y/n grew up with a picket fence and loving parents, so she dreams of kids and marriage but Dean isn’t sure whether it should be with him.

Tags: Fluff?? Angst??

When you were 12, you never pictured yourself as a doctor or a fireman, when asked ‘what you wanted to be when you were older’, you always replied with “I don’t know”. Because the only thing you did know was that you wanted a family, people to love and surround yourself with.

When you were 22, you met Dean Winchester, he was charming and sweet, and flaky to say the least, but you were persistent. You stayed with him, you understood what his job entailed and when you looked into his eyes you could feel everything he felt.

Soon, you thought maybe it was okay to never have the only life you dreamed for yourself because you had Dean. Who stood by you, just like you had with him. Who kissed your cheek every morning and made you breakfest. Maybe it was fine.

Dean tried hard to make you happy, on the days where you would join him and Sam on the occasional hunt, he sometimes saw you stare a little to long at the kids with their families, he saw the way your eyes lit up when you met eyes with a baby and how you never failed to volunteer to check in with the kids during a hunt.

So there you were, laying in bed next to the love of your life, a man who had saved the world countless times unbeknownst to everyone else. Your head rested on his chest, as his arm sat flat on your hips.

“We should get married,” You could hear Deans heart rate, raise. But soon became normal, he rubbed circles on your hip bone with his fingers, you turned your head to look at him only to find a small grin on his face, “what?”, you asked, with a smile on your lips.

“You want to get married?” He asked, a throaty laugh escaped his lips as he kissed your forehead.

“I do,” You said, “It’s not that weird for a girl to wanna marry her dude,”.

“So marry me then,” He said, his green eyes looked into yours as he hugged your body tighter.

“No, you have to ask me properly,” You said, as a giggle escaped your lips, “I want romance, I want to swoon and I want a ring,”.

“Okay.” Dean said, nodding as he kissed your head again, “Done deal,”.

“That was easy,” You laid back into your comfy position, this time it felt different, Deans fingers had come to a halt.

“You thought I wouldn’t want to marry you?” Dean asked sitting up, confused at the notion. You didn’t know but Dean had bought a ring last year, after a hunt. He’d been waiting for the right time and for a moment to ask you whether you would ever consider marrying him.

You sat up beside him, “No, I mean- I just never thought you wanted this- marriage, me, anything outside of hunting,”.

“It’s not like we’ll have a picket fence life, it’ll be us- you know?” He said, putting arm around your shoulders, you leaned into him out of instinct.

“Yeah, the picket fence life,” You laughed a little, but it didn’t come out as joyful, rather it was laced with saddness. You moved down, laying your head in Deans lap, thinking about everything you would miss and whether it outweighed everything you already had.

Dean heard the tone of your laugh, he frowned, knowing exactly what you wanted. You wanted a family and you wanted a life. He was willing to give it to you, but he was scared.

“I know you want kids,” He said, he coughed a little, the thought made him uncomfortable, it made his stomach churn with anxiety.

“I never said- I never implied that I did, I mean getting married doesn’t mean kids, Dean,” You said, “You don’t have to worry,”.

“I see how you look at a little girl with their moms, I see how you smile at the kids we take care of you, I know you want kids, Y/n. I want you to have it all, I really do-,” Dean started, you lifted your head to look at him, tears pricked in his eyes. The thought of having kids with you seemed like a miracle, something that only happened in his dreams.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about this, I know you don’t want that,” You said, a soothing hand stroking your face.

“I can’t have kids, Y/N, I couldn’t be good to them, the way Dad raised me and Sammy, history repeats it’s self,” Dean said, taking your hands from his face and into his own.

“You are not your father,” You said, “I never knew him, Dean. But from what I’ve heard- The stories you’ve told, you are nothing like him,”.

“I am, I lived the life he wanted me to, I’ve killed and tortured and hunted, I became who he raised me to be,” His voice cracked as he spoke, “I can’t risk bringing kids- My kids into this life, knowing how much sacrifice it takes.”.

“I know, baby,” Tears welled in your eyes as you saw one escape his, he lip trembled as you tightened the grip on his hands.

“I am my fathers son,” He said, softly, wiping the tear from your cheek.

“You put your dad on this pedestal, you speak about him fondly and yet you’re scared to be him, but I want you to know that you aren’t Dean. Your dad loved you, he spent his whole life hunting the thing that killed your mom,” You straddle his lap this time, legs on either side of his, your hands cupped his face, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Dean didn’t cry often, he had never cried with you. It broke your heart to think that he would ever be a bad dad, “To think how many people you’ve saved Dean, how many times you’ve put my life- Sammy’s life in front of your own, that shows me that you are a better man,”.

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, “I think you would make an amazing father, you’ve already raised an amazing man, I know you could do it again,”. You wrapped your arms around him, kneeling on either side of his legs as you laid your head in the crook of his neck.

Moments passed, Dean hugged you back, his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you so tight you could almost feel his love wrap consume you.

“Let’s give it a go then,” He whispered, bringing you forward to look into your eyes, “I want you to have everything, Baby. I want you to be a mom and I can try- for you I’ll try,”.

You hugged him again, this time a massive smile had overcome your face, the glee you felt was indescribable, “Obviously not now, I mean we’re too young- I’m only 26 and you at your ripe age of 36,” You joked as you looked into his eyes again.

He chuckled a little, before kissing you deeply, he kissed you a lot, this time it felt different. The love you felt wasn’t pink anymore it was burning red. It felt light and free. You loved this man more than anything, and he loved you. You’re dreams we’re coming true and Dean Winchester was the man that made it all fit together.

#Dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader fluff #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x reader smut #sam winchester #john winchester #supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester kids #kids #family #dean winchester x reader family

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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Dean Winchester x Reader: tolerate it.

Warnings: Swearing (probably), angsty?? and with fluff but it remains angsty until the end. also, dean doesn't (know how to) acknowledge reader's obvious feelings for him, lowercase intended, unrequited love coded.

Tags: angsty, hunter!reader, reader has known sam and dean since kids, no season states, can be read as black reader, can be read as plus size reader.

Reader pronouns: they/them (used once)

Word count: 785

Summary: When Reader bursts into tears because of seeing Dean hurt, he doesn't know how to react.

Author’s note: another dean thingie because angst is my specialty and i was feeling THAT kinda way... I rarely ever write for Dean! Not because I don’t like him (I LOVE HIM), but because since I haven’t finished the show (i've just finished season 8) the requests have to be either pre-show or within those seasons. Anyways, Dean and Sam Winchester requests are open, but with those conditions !! love my boys <3 also gif is not mine.

you cried when you saw dean really hurt after a hunt for the first time in long months.

it made you feel childish and stupid, as you had been into the hunter life for as long as he had, as you two and sammy had been through hell and back; but when you saw the exhaustion in his face, the hopeless look in his eyes as he tried not to move his arm too much because the pain was piercing and burning him, you couldn't help it. tears had ran down your cheeks in silence, blurring the sight of the gold rush of a man you called dean, but before you could turn your face away from him and sam, they saw you.

"hey..." dean started, and that was enough for you. you couldn't take it.

your steps were quick towards the door of that old, stinky motel dorm the three of you had found hours ago, making sure to grab dean's impala keys before you stepped outside. sam called out your name and even opened the door, fearful that you might just take the car and drive away from them and the reality, the pain, the misery. but you only needed the keys to open the door to the car and lock yourself in, spacing out of everything around you to try and rationalize the cascade of emotions you were feeling.

sam sighed softly, almost in relief, when he saw you weren't going anywhere, and he closed the door with care before turning to his brother. dean's eyes were filled with worry, an anxious expression that sam hadn't seen many times outside of the battlefield, but he understood.

"should i..." dean had to clear his throat to recover his voice from the surprise, the hoarse shock your reaction had thrown him onto. "should i go talk to them?"

"later?" sam asked like that was dean's original idea. he heard dean rushing to him in agreement, like he had never intended to go right now. "yeah, i think you should. later."

dean nodded stiffly. "later."

later was an eternity, but dean waited. he cleaned his wound, patched it up with sam's help, got a beer and then he got a second one, and a third one. he waited, sitting in his bed with his gaze lost in the floor boards beneath his boots, and sam didn't try to pull him back to reality.

later came when sam decided to get into bed, shutting the little lamp by his side. dean brushed his face with his hand, rather harshly to wake himself up from the trance he had put himself into, and then he moved the curtains to the side to make sure you hadn't drive away from them. you hadn't, and he already knew that because he would have heard you, but his heart slowed down at the sight of you still in the car.

dean closed the door to the room softly and made his way to the door slowly. you had your eyes closed, as you sat on the drivers seat, not asleep but completely disconnected from your surroundings. he had to knock on the glass window to get you to open your eyes, and your eyes softened when they locked with his, so soft, so caring.

surrounding the car, dean got into the passenger seat as soon as you allowed him too, closing the door to allow the intimate conversation to stay inside the vehicle.

"hey."

"hey." you muttered. you let your eyes close for longer than usual, then turned to look at him. "i'm sorry, i overreacted."

dean pursed his lips slightly. "we've gotten through so much worse. you know that."

"i know." your voice was barely a whisper. "i know. i just worry, you know? i... can't really help it."

"i know." he nodded along to his words, giving them value, making you feel like he was finally listening to what you had to say. still, your heart ached. "but i'm alright. i promise."

"we always are."

he only looked at you from the corner of his eyes. "it's what the job asks of us."

"i know." you had never sound so bitter in your entire life, you knew. but he avoided to look at you, and you did the same. "you're alright."

some beats of silence. then, a slow grin started forming in his face, "you should've seen the other guy."

"too soon."

"ah, c'mere." his arm extended and wrapped you around your shoulders, pushing you closer to him. you let him handle you, accommodating your head against his good shoulder, closing your eyes. your heart ached more and more and more--- "we've survived. that's enough."

but it wasn't.

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softgothsweetheart · 8 months

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dean winchester x oc blurb. i kinda wanted to turn it into a series but eh idk.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester headcanons #dean winchester masterlist #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x reader x sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #drabbles #writing practice #writing #blurbs

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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A Safe Place to Land (VI)

WC: 1.2k Warnings: Tension. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

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A Safe Place to Land - Masterlist

You blinked slowly as you woke up, confused by your environment when you realised when you were in your bed, still a little dozy from the medicine, and panicked as things started coming together in your head.

Had the demons brought you home? How did they even know where you live? How had they entered your home when you had it all protected?

“You’re awake,” you heard, and jumped into action, ready to attack whoever was by your side, but froze when you realised Dean was sitting beside your bed.

You looked at him and then yourself and your home.

How had he even gotten here?

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

Your ex-boyfriend shifted in his seat, a chair you could see he had taken from your kitchen, looking a little embarrassed.

“I was waiting for you to wake up,” he rubbed his hands on his jeans. “To make sure you are alright.”

You blinked a couple of times, still confused.

“Crowley told me where you were,” Dean added. “And about the demons.”

You sighed, finally realising what was going on.

He hadn’t come back for her, he just didn’t want you to die, and was here to rub it on your face that you couldn’t protect yourself on your own.

You wouldn’t have that fight again.

“Well, they are gone now,” you stood up. “If that’s what you were here for, you can just go away.”

Dean sighed, and when you looked at his face, you could see he was trying to hold back his frustration.

“I just saved your life,” he remarked. “And you are going to kick me out like that?”

You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want?” you asked. “Cookies? A medal? A cake saying ‘thank you for being my hero’?”

He scoffed.

“A pie would be nice,” he crossed his arms.

You turned to him, seeing red.

“I could have handled them!” you argued. “And Sam was right there with me.”

“Sam was tied down to a bed, and you were knocked out,” he argued. “And you are eight months pregnant. You can barely walk without waddling around, do you really think you could have handled a hospital full of demons?”

Oh, great, now he was going to blame you for going to the fucking hospital.

Before you could answer him, Sam walked into the room.

"I can hear the two of you in the kitchen," he spoke up, sounding frustrated.

"Well, congratulations," you rolled his eyes. "That means your hearing is still on point."

Sam just glared at you, sighed.

"Alright," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can you two just be fucking reasonable?"

You frowned, looking at him with confusion, and your friend turned to his brother.

“You, talk to her,” he pointed in your direction, and then back to you. “And you, listen to him. Without trying to start a fight.”

You pressed your lips in a thin line, crossing your arms, but turned to look at him.

What did he even want to say that he hadn’t told you already?

Dean opened and closed his mouth, and you watched as he struggled to find words.

“I’m sorry,” he said, at last. “I’m very sorry.”

Your shoulders sagged in surprise, and you couldn't help how your mouth opened in a bit of shock as his brother stepped away of the room, leaving you two alone.

Dean wasn't the kind who would apologise - not to you nor to anyone in the world.

“I shouldn’t have let you leave,” he continued. “And we were both wrong, we know that.”

You scoffed, but he was quick to continue before you could argue with him.

“But it doesn’t matter,” he added quickly. “Because I love you. And I love our kids. I can’t live without either of you.”

You let your hands fall, and he looked away from you.

"And it's okay if you want to be with Sam," he assured you. "Honestly, he is a way better boyfriend than I can ever be, but I do want to be a father to my kids. I want to protect them and be the good father they deserve-"

"What?" you interrupted him. “What did you say?

What the fuck did he mean with the Sam bit?

“I know I didn’t first react well to the idea of the kids, but…”

“No,” you interrupted him again. “What did you mean with Sam? What do you mean with ‘be with Sam’?”

He blinked a couple of times.

“I mean, I know you two are together,” Dean explained.

He knew what?

“No, we are not,” you denied. “Why do you think that?

It was his time to stop, looking very confused.

“I mean, he…” Dean tried to explain. “You… I…”

You wait for what he was going to say, but your ex-boyfriend just closed his mouth, frowning.

“Oh,” he mumbled under his breath.

You waited, and he stood up, and watched Dean as took your hands, squeezing them.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I was stupid and inconsiderate, and I was terrified.”

You exhaled, and he closed his eyes.

“And very insecure,” he added.

You just nodded. Yes, Dean had a big problem with his insecurity.

“Can we try again?” he asked. “Please?”

Your shoulders fell as you watched his face, unsure.

Yes, you loved Dean very much, and you wanted him to be present in your children's lives.

But you didn't know if you could just go back into being his girlfriend like the last seven months hadn't happened.

"If we take it slow," you moved your thumbs over his knuckles, speaking slowly as you tried to look for words. "And you are willing to really try."

He nodded along.

"I am," he confirmed.

"Then I'm willing to try," you agreed with him.

Dean nodded, smiling, and you could see the tears that filled his eyes, politely looking away, but beamed when you felt a strong kick.

“Oh!” you exclaimed.

“What?” he jumped, reaching for you and resting a hand on your elbows. “What is wrong? What happened?”

You smiled.

“A baby,” you explained quickly. “I just got kicked.”

Dean's eyes gleamed as he watched at your face, and you smiled when he glanced down at your belly, flexing his fingers against your hands.

"Uh..." he looked for words. "Do you think..."

You nodded before he could struggle more, knowing exactly what he was asking for.

"Let me show you where," you moved your hand over his, and gently placed his palm over the place where your boy was kicking you.

Dean fell onto his knees, breathing quickly as he moved both of his hands to your bump, and you just let him, watching as he clearly tried not to cry.

"Hi," he spoke softly. "Hi, guys."

You blinked your own tears away, and he looked up at your face.

"Do you know their names yet?" he asked.

You nodded, though a little unsure. Yes, you had thought about naming one of the boys after your uncle, but you couldn't feel comfortable about your son having the same name as the archangel.

"Bobby," you told him. "But I'm not sure about the other name."

Dean nodded and then caressed your skin over the foot that's been pressed against it.

"I'm sure we can find you a name before you are around, boy," he told your baby in a confessional and promising tone. "Don't worry."

. . .

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wildgirllz · 1 year

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Your camera roll if you hunted with Sam and Dean.

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samwinchesterswifu · 1 year

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All for Us (Dean Winchester x Reader Angst) Blurb

Requested: No

End of season 2

Warnings: character death

Song Inspiration: "All for Us" by Labrinth Feat. Zendaya.

MINORS DNI

A/N: I know this one doesn't make sense, but I'm willing to turn this one into a little series!

Summary: Sacrifice.

It was chaos. The yellow eyed demon finally found away to open the gates to hell. They had rushed to the area where the gate was opened. Trying their hardest to fight back the amounts of hordes that were flowing freely.

They were overtaken. Not enough to hold back everyone. The yellow eyed demon was tormenting the brothers. Her lover, Dean. Her head was screaming. Trying to find a solution to get the demon back to hell or kill him. They had the colt. But she wasn’t entirely sure if would work. She almost had no faith in the colt despite seeing it in action. She wasn’t sure if Dean was going to be able to pull the trigger

“Hey! Bitch face,” She screams towards the yellow eyed demon, throwing a rock in his direction.

“Oh, I forgot all about you pretty lady.” He says her stomach was turning in preparing what she was about to do.

Looking over towards Dean, she mouths ‘I love you’. Before returning her attention fully onto the demon.

“Come and get me bastard.” Turning around she books it. Dean screaming out her name in a broken choked sob.

As she reaches the edge of the opened hell gate, she turns around just as the yellow eyed demon smoked out of the meat suit, he was inhabiting. Coming straight for her. Opening her arms in an angel wing formation, she allows the demon to enter her. Knocking her with such force, she slips. She sees Dean running towards her, still screaming her name at the top of his lungs. She gave him a smile, before her eyes flashed yellow. Finally allowing the force of the demon to push her all the way back.

She falls into the gate of hell. Entrapping the yellow eyed demon with her, forever.

#dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural season 2

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apocalypseornaw · 10 months

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Last Night

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mention of sex, cursing and just angst

There was a long list of things Dean had come to expect of his life. It being bloody and violent were just some of the few. You'd been a bright spot. The calm in the eye of the hurricane so to speak. You'd been at his and at Sam's sides through so much.... what if they couldn't find you?

Dean had woke up to the sound of Sam beating on his bedroom door. He groaned and rubbed a hand across his face and was about to yell at Sam until the moment he realized the other side of the bed was empty.

"Y/N?" He looked around the room as if he expected you to pop up out of nowhere. The room was empty, looking closer he saw the photo of him and you from the dresser was missing along with the necklace Bobby gave you years ago.

"Hold on Sam!" He looked down at himself realizing he was still naked from the night before. When he pulled a shirt on the scratches you'd left on his shoulders pulled slightly causing a memory of the night to flash through his mind

"Fuck Dean, right there" you moaned tightening around him as you gripped his shoulders, burying your face into his neck. "C'mon sweetheart, let me see your face when you come undone please" he'd taunted and when you pulled back to look up at him he could've came then and there from the look on your face "Damn you Winchester" he'd grinned and rolled his hips in just the right way to make your eyes roll back "What'd you say baby?" He whispered against your skin and you groaned "Fuck, I love you Dean" he laughed lightly "I love you too baby"

He snatched open the door to Sam standing there with a note in his hand "What the fuck happened between you and Y/N?" The tone of his voice mixed with the fact that his posture had changed to looking very much like he was about to throw a punch made Dean snatch the letter from his hand "What the hell are you talking about?" There in your handwriting was four simple words "Don't look for me"

Part 2

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x reader angst

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wildwestdean · 4 months

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transposition

summary: a spell goes wrong and ends up with you and sam switching bodies. neither of you tell dean, which ends up being the greatest decision you ever made

pairing: dean winchester x witch!reader; best friend!sam winchester x witch!reader (platonic, obvs)

word count: 6.3k+

warnings: swearing, mentions of magic use, misunderstandings, miscommunication, angst, secrets, accidental love confessions, awkward idiots, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff, cliches, minor use of [y/n], (female pronouns/descriptors used)

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Sam grunted under his breath, continuing to powder the contents of your mortar with more force than necessary. “If Dean finds out about this-”

“Dean asked me to do this,” you defended, eyes skimming over the page in front of you before looking up at him. “Okay, maybe not verbatim, but he asked!” you added upon seeing the look on Sam’s face.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m sure he did,” he replied sarcastically, slamming the pestle down with enough force to make you flinch.

“Would you be fucking careful!” you hissed, glaring at him. “That thing isn’t indestructible and it’s important to me, it was a gift-”

“From Dean,” he finished for you. “I know. Sorry,” he added, and even though his tone was sincere, you just knew he rolled his eyes anyway; and you chucked the closest thing you could grab at his back in retaliation.

“Dick,” you muttered, going back to reading the passage before you.

It wasn’t often that you used your powers - more so when it came down to a last resort option - and when Dean first discovered that you had magic, it wasn’t intentional. The two of you were on a hunt together, and it was - of course - not going to plan. You were on the brink of consciousness, having no choice but to watch defenselessly as Dean became outnumbered by Vamps. The spell came out of nowhere, nothing more than a primal instinct to protect him, and before anyone knew what was happening, the two of you were left alone with nothing but piles of ash where the monsters once stood. Dean first thought that Rowena had somehow stumbled upon them to save the day once more, though once he realized the spell came from you, he damn near lost his mind. You would have rather he yelled at you, smashed things around, anything compared to what he did. Once he made sure you were okay and had you checked out, he simply acted as if you didn’t exist; you were completely frozen out of his life. He never needed to say anything, you could see it in his eyes every time he glanced at you: How could you be a witch? He hated witches, and you knew that- it’s half the reason you never told him in the first place. He only started coming around with Sam’s convincing- and even then, it took an incredibly long time for him to trust you again. Then, one day, he came to realize that no matter what happened, he could never hate you. So, he came to you with an open mind and a peace offering- the exact mortar and pestle you had once told Sam that you wanted, because it reminded you of your mother’s- and the two of you worked on putting the pieces of your friendship back together.

“Ass,” Sam retorted, turning and walking over to you with the freshly crushed ingredients.

“You know,” you started, taking it from his hands. “You can’t really be against this all that much, otherwise you wouldn’t be here helping.”

“I’m only here so you don’t get yourself killed.”

“Oh, come on,” you urged with a chuckle. “You love doing this, and you know it.”

He gave you a sarcastic smile before taking the book from you. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Fine,” you huffed, snatching the book right back.

With one final glare at each other, you started the spell. Everything was going well… until it wasn’t.

You aren’t exactly sure where it went wrong. You don’t know if it was the ingredients, the way you said the spell, or just a mixture of everything, but before you even knew what was happening the bowl before you exploded in a cloud of yellow and sent both you and Sam flying.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, holding a hand to your head as your ears rang. “What the fuck?” you wondered aloud, feeling strange beyond comprehension.

“What the hell happened?” Sam croaked out.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said through a fit of coughs. “You?”

“I don’t know. Something feels wrong,” you declared, sitting up. It was at that exact moment you realized why you felt so different. “Sam?” you asked meekly.

“Yeah?” he questioned, sitting up. “Wait-”

“I’m-” you began, unable to finish as you stared at your hands; were they even your hands?

“You’re….” Sam tried, staring at you then down at his body; your body?

“You’re me!” you exclaimed, gesturing between the two of you.

“You’re me!” he echoed, scrambling to stand.

You followed suit, using the wall behind you to help you stand. “God, how do you live like this?”

“Me? What about you? I won’t even be able to reach the upper cabinets in the kitchen!” he countered, flailing his arms around.

“At least you’ll be able to fit on your bed! My feet are gonna dangle!” you huffed, folding your arms over yourself.

“You need to fix this,” Sam declared, stepping towards you. You couldn’t help but take a few steps away- this was way too weird. You’ve seen shifters take your image before, but this was actually you. Only it wasn’t you. You felt like your head was about to explode.

“Gee, you think, Sam?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. “I thought we’d just stay like this forever!”

He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the door swinging open. You both flinched, turning to see Dean peering into the room.

“What the fuck’s with all the yelling?” he asked, glancing around. “The hell is going on?”

“I- uh-” you tried to answer, but nothing came to mind.

“Just, uh…. experimenting,” Sam supplied, and you sent him a glare.

“Experimenting?” Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows at you- or rather, at whom he thought was you.

“Yeah,” Sam said with a shrug, not sure what else to say. The two of you shared a look, silently agreeing not to breathe a word of what was really going on.

Dean’s face softened, and he sighed. “Don’t tell me you’re actually doing that spell. Sweetheart, we can get by without it.”

“We don’t-” you started to argue, before Sam interrupted you with a clearing of his throat.

Right. Dean wasn’t exactly talking to you right now.

“Thought it was a good opportunity to practice,” Sam replied, sounding more like he was asking than telling.

“Right,” Dean said, eyeing your body wearily.

Oh, god. He was gonna pick up on something being wrong, it was only a matter of time.

“You can leave any time now,” you spoke up, more irritated than you meant to sound, but you were severely on edge.

Dean turned to you with a look of surprise. “‘Scuse me?”

“I just- you know, we’re in the middle of something,” you continued, doing your best to stand your ground.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he quipped, taking a step towards you. “What the hell were you thinking? Why are you letting her mess around with this stuff? Better yet, why are you helping her mess around with this stuff?”

“It’s just a simple spell,” you argued, your head swirling with the fact that you were looking down on him, instead of being dwarfed by his frame like you normally would be.

“A simple spell?” he repeated, fury and irritation dancing in his eyes. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“Last I checked we could make our own decisions, Dean!” you exclaimed, glaring at him.

“Sure,” he placated with a nod. “So long as they’re not stupid ass decisions!”

“Can we go ten minutes in this place without a fight happening?” Sam pitched in, already exasperated with the situation.

“Yeah, sure,” Dean grumbled, glaring at you. “Food’s ready.”

“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Sam announced, earning a glare from you in return.

“Don’t you think we should finish-” you tried to ask, but were quickly cut off by Dean.

“No, you guys are done in here,” he declared, shaking his head. “Let’s go.”

“Dean-” you tried once more, only to be cut off again.

“Sam,” Dean warned. “I’m not kidding. Whatever you two were doing, it’s done.”

“Fine. We’ll be out in a few minutes,” you relented, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “We need to clean up!” you added upon seeing the look on Dean’s face.

“Five minutes,” Dean agreed pointedly. “Or I swear, I’ll drag both your asses out of this room.”

“Yeah, five minutes, got it,” you huffed, watching him as he hesitantly left the room.

You waited a few moments before hastily making your way over and all but slamming the door, turning to look at Sam with wide eyes.

“We are so screwed,” he declared, matching your expression.

“What are we supposed to do? He’s gonna figure out something’s wrong!” you exclaimed, slumping against the door behind you.

“We just…. I don’t know, pretend?” Sam suggested with a shrug.

“Pretend?” you repeated incredulously. “Sam, this is insane! We can’t just pretend to be each other!”

“It’s not like I meant permanently!” he defended, holding out his hands in surrender. “But until we can find a way to fix this, we have to at least play the part in front of Dean.”

“Fine,” you agreed with a huff. “But I am not going on your crack of dawn jogs.”

“Oh, come on-” he started to argue, though quickly stopped when met with your glare. “Yeah, okay, that- that’s fine.”

“Great. Now let’s go before Dean gets even more pissy,” you declared, opening the door with a flourish.

With a quick nod, he followed you down the hall, the two of you lowly bickering about the situation all the way to the kitchen.

“I feel like a baby giraffe with this fucking body.”

“You look like a baby giraffe, do you not know how to walk?”

“Yeah, I know how to walk! I know how to walk with normal legs!”

“Normal? You’re short enough to get in anywhere with a child’s pass!”

“Keep up with the attitude, Sam. Maybe I’ll go have a really nice salon visit and cut all this hair!”

“Fine, then maybe I’ll call up that guy from your ‘worst date ever’ and ask to catch up!”

“Fine by me. You’ll be the one he’ll be groping and hitting on the whole time.”

“Yeah- well-... look, just don’t cut my hair!”

“What are you two all hush hush about?” Dean asked curiously, eyeing you both as you entered the kitchen.

“Nothing,” you both quickly replied, taking a seat at the table.

Dean stared at you both for a moment before nodding curtly. “If you say so.”

Choosing not to reply, you both quietly watched as he joined the table, taking his regular seat next to you. Which, of course, meant he was currently next to Sam, and you watched in amusement as he shifted nervously while Dean got too close for his comfort.

Attempting to stifle a laugh, you took a bite of the burger that was placed in front of you, only to grimace in response. “What is this?” you asked through a mouthful, meeting Dean’s confused gaze.

“It’s… the same veggie burger you force me to make you every time I make burgers?” he replied, looking at you as though you lost your head.

Fucking Sam, you thought bitterly. “Oh, right. Right, it just- it tastes different, I don’t know,” you stammered, sparing a quick glance across at Sam as you hurriedly took another bite.

“You two are weirder than usual tonight,” Dean muttered to himself before eating his own food.

The three of you ate in stifling silence, you and Sam both internally trying to find a way out of this mess, before Dean spoke up again and pulled you from your revere.

“[Y/N], do you want just the usual from the store? I was gonna make a run before our movie night,” he said, turning to look beside him with a soft grin.

You felt your stomach drop as Sam cleared his throat, looking between you and Dean for a moment. “Movie night?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, his eyebrows furrowing in even more confusion. “Like we have every Friday?”

“Oh, right!” Sam exclaimed, chuckling nervously. “I didn’t realize what day it is, I, uh- I’m actually not… feeling too hot, do you mind if we skip it tonight?”

“You wanna skip it?” Dean asked quietly, making your heart shatter as you watched the hurt and disappointment flash across his face.

After the two of you made up from your falling out, you started a tradition of spending extra quality time together at least once a week. This resulted in having a movie night every Friday, no matter what. Whether that meant catching a random movie on a motel tv or settling into the Dean Cave, you both always found a way to make it. Knowing you had no choice but to skip out this time almost made you want to tell him what happened right then and there; but you didn’t.

“Yeah, I just… I think it’s best if I just head to bed, you know? I’d hate for it to get worse,” Sam said sheepishly, playing with the glass in front of him as he met Dean’s gaze halfheartedly.

You were glad that if you had to mistakenly swap bodies with someone, it was Sam. Given that he became your best friend from just about the moment you met, he had your behaviour down pat; you just hoped you could do the same and make this all a little easier.

“Well what do you mean, what’s wrong?” Dean asked worriedly.

“I’m just feeling run down is all,” Sam said, shrugging lightly as he stood up, taking his dishes to the sink. “Maybe we can watch something tomorrow,” he added, turning back to Dean with a shy smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” Dean agreed softly, averting his gaze to the beer in his hands. “Don’t worry about it, just get some rest.”

“Sure. Uh, goodnight, guys,” Sam replied awkwardly, shooting you a pointed look before leaving.

You stayed in uncomfortable silence for a moment, studying Dean as he pouted at his bottle.

“You alright?” you asked tentatively.

“Yeah, just… first time she’s bailed on me,” he replied indifferently, downing the rest of his beer before heading to get another one.

“She didn’t bail on you,” you argued firmly. “It’s not like she chose to go bar hopping or something, she’s sick.”

“Didn’t seem so sick when she was huddled up with you,” Dean said curtly, leaning against the counter as he sent you a cold stare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked confusedly, shifting in your seat to look at him better.

He remained silent, lips pursed as he studied you for what felt like hours, before he finally shrugged. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then why say it?” you asked in irritation.

He remained silent once more, simply raising the beer bottle to his lips and taking a long sip before standing upright. “Night, Sammy.”

“Dean-” you tried to press, but he only ignored you as he continued across the floor, leaving the kitchen without saying another word.

You sighed in exasperation, quickly cleaning everything up before heading to your room, catching almost no sleep as you dove deep into researching for a reversal to your mistake.

“You need to shave,” Sam said, staring at you from across the table.

“What?” you asked, caught off guard by the declaration.

“Your beard - my beard. You need to shave it,” he clarified. “It’s been over a week.”

“And?” you asked, arching an eyebrow at him. “I doubt you’re taking care of all my housekeeping.”

“That’s because I’m doing everything possible to not look at you! Like you asked!” he hissed in return.

You rolled your eyes in response, returning your attention to the book in front of you. “I have more important things on my mind than shaving your stupid facial hair - which looks fine, by the way.”

Sam huffed, shifting in his seat. “Yeah, well you can at least take five minutes for me!”

“I don’t even know how to shave a beard, Sam!” you argued, closing the book in exasperation.

“Then just let me shave it for you!” he begged, leaning over the table. “I’m serious, [Y/N], you can’t just leave me all unkempt.”

You met his gaze and sighed softly. “Damn, you can even pull off the puppy dog eyes with my face. That’s a talent, Sammy.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, for what felt like the first time since this whole thing happened. “You can do it better than I can,” he chuckled. “At least when it comes to Dean,” he added with a smirk.

“What does that mean?” you asked curiously.

“Nothing,” he said, shrugging dismissively. “C’mon, let’s get you- me- whatever, all taken care of before Dean gets back with dinner.”

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed, getting up to follow him.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of him as he sat on the bathroom counter, because: “How else are we supposed to do this? These arms aren’t gonna reach that face comfortably without some help.”

You fell into a comfortable silence as he did what he needed to do, the only words spoken being his occasional nagging for you to quit moving, as you were both lost in your own thoughts about the last few days.

“I’m really sorry, Sammy,” you said suddenly. You weren’t sure whether your voice was so quiet due to the shame you felt, or for the fear of breaking the silence that surrounded you.

“It’s not your fault,” he said simply, reflexively.

You sighed, gently shaking your head; which earned another scolding glare from him as he steadied you. “It’s entirely my fault. I fucked up big time, and we both know it.”

“Look, it was an accident,” he urged, wiping away the remnants of the shave one last time. “Assigning blame isn’t going to change anything.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You should be furious! I practically ruined your life,” you pressed on frantically.

“Okay, that’s being dramatic,” he chided. “Yeah, this isn't an ideal situation. Though weirdly, it’s also not the weirdest situation I’ve been in. And you know what? It’s not even the first time I’ve been in this situation! Remember when that kid switched bodies with me? Trust me, you’re a much better person to be switched with.”

“Yeah, I remember,” you said, chuckling softly. “Still, I’m really sorry.”

“I know you are,” he said softly. “I also know you’ll find a way to fix this.”

“You really believe that?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “‘Cause it’s you, and I’ll always have faith in you. You didn’t mean for this to happen, [Y/N]. It’s okay.”

“No, it-” you started to argue, but he cut you off.

“Stop,” he urged softly. “I’m not mad at you, okay? Maybe I was at first, but I’m not anymore.”

“Promise?” you asked meekly.

“I promise,” he said firmly.

“Okay,” you relented, not fully believing him but not wanting to push the topic any further.

“Okay,” he repeated, gently wiping away one of your stray tears.

“Maybe we should just tell Dean,” you suggested hesitantly.

“Tell me what?” Dean’s voice suddenly cut through the room.

The two of you jumped, and you moved away from the counter as calmly as you could, knowing how the predicament you were in must look to him.

You turned to the doorway and came face to face with Dean staring intently at the two of you, his mind working into an overdrive as he tried to make sense of the scene he just walked in on.

“Dean, I- when did you get back?” you asked nervously.

“Tell me what?” he asked again, ignoring your question.

You and Sam were both at a loss. You spent so much time trying to figure this whole thing out, yet neither of you thought to come up with some kind of story should you be cornered like this.

“[Y/N]?” Dean asked softly, looking over to where he thought you sat on the counter.

The look of hurt and confusion that flashed over his face and the waver in his voice all but sent a fresh wave of tears washing over you.

Dean waited impatiently a few moments before shaking his head with a scoff. “Whatever, food’s in the kitchen.”

Before anyone could say anything else, he turned on his heel and left, leaving you and Sam stunned in his wake.

The dynamic between the three of you began shifting even more ever since that night, and you could feel Dean slipping further and further away from you with each passing day.

You noticed it every time Dean would catch you and Sam huddled up and whispering low; when he would stand and stare before leaving with a quiet grumble of forgetting why he was there.

You noticed it when he started spending more time in his room or tinkering with Baby in the garage; finding any and every excuse possible to spend time outside of the bunker and away from you and Sam.

You and Sam tried to ignore it, promised yourselves that you’d explain everything once you managed to set things right - or, if you discovered you were over your heads and couldn’t fix everything.

The thing you hated most about this whole thing was that it was becoming easier and easier to lie to Dean; and the worst part about that was not knowing whether you and Sam really became more convincing, or if Dean just didn’t care enough to question you anymore.

Which is exactly why you found yourself sitting in the war room, waiting for Dean to make his way through to the kitchen, in order to try and talk things out.

You weren’t expecting him to appear with one duffle bag over his shoulder and another by his side - and he wasn’t expecting to see you, either.

“Didn’t think you’d be up,” he declared after a moment of hesitation, continuing on his path to the stairs.

“Where the hell are you going?” you asked hotly, standing from your seat.

Dean sighed, throwing his head back in frustration as he considered his response. “Donna’s cabin.”

“What? Why?” you asked, eyebrows drawing together with confusion.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he said tiredly. “I just can’t, okay?”

“Do what?” you asked wearily, taking a tentative step towards him. “What are you talking about, Dean?” you pressed, feeling your chest tighten with the rising nerves and fear.

“Don’t do that,” he demanded, shaking his head. “Don’t play coy. You think I don’t know what’s been going on around here?”

“What-... what’s been going on?” you asked curiously. “The hell are you talking about?”

You weren’t sure if or when he figured out what happened, and you also weren’t sure why it would make him feel the need to leave.

“I’m talking about you and [Y/N]!” he shouted, throwing his bags down and stepping towards you.

“Me and [Y/N]?” you wondered, taking a nervous step backwards.

“I’m not an idiot, okay?” he spat, his jaw ticking. “You think I haven’t noticed? Think I couldn’t figure it out?”

“Okay, look,” you began, holding out your hands defensively. “I can explain.”

Dean let out a humourless laugh, running a hand over his mouth before glaring at you once more. “Explain,” he echoed with a chuckle of disbelief. “Don’t waste your breath.”

“Why are you so pissed off about this?” you asked in bewilderment. “I mean, I know we kept it from you, but we figure it’d be easier for you.”

“Easier for me?” he repeated, voice raising. “What about this entire situation makes you think it’d be easy for me?”

“Well because it-... I mean it doesn’t really affect you, Dean,” you replied, unsure of your own words.

“It doesn’t affect me?” he repeated with perplexion. “Of course it affects me! You know how I feel about her!” he exclaimed, taking yet another step forward.

“What?” you questioned, thrown off by his response.

“Don’t “what” me,” he snapped. “I want to be happy for you, Sammy. I really do, but I just-... I don’t think I ever can be.”

“Okay, I-... I am so lost,” you admitted.

“You stole my girl, Sam!” Dean all but screamed. “You know that I love her. You know I was gonna tell her, and you know how much I want to spend whatever’s left of my god forsaken life with her! You swore you didn’t feel that way about her. You- I mean how to hell could you do this to me, Sammy? I can’t even stand to look at you anymore.”

You remained silent, staring at him in shock and confusion for what felt like hours. Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to formulate a response, but all that came out was a broken whisper of his name.

“Don’t sweat it, Sammy. Not like I can blame you for falling for her, right? I mean hey, I sure did,” he sassed, smiling sarcastically. “Not surprised she chose you, either. She deserves someone better than me. But I’m not sticking around anymore to see it first hand.”

You watched in stunned silence as he turned to gather his bags, trying and failing to think of anything to say. What the hell were you supposed to do? The man of your dreams just admitted he felt the exact same way, and you were trapped in his brother's body. Even if you told him the truth right now, would he even believe you?

“Do me one favour, though,” Dean said from the foot of the stairs, effectively pulling you from your thoughts. “Don’t tell [Y/N]. Don’t tell her anything. I’ll think of something to tell her during the drive and call her tomorrow.”

“Dean-” you finally began to protest, only to go unheard by him as he started up the steps.

“Later, Sammy,” he announced with finality, disappearing out of the bunker.

“You have got to be kidding me. I mean honestly woman, how stupid can you be?” Rowena’s voice rang through the war room as she made her arrival known to you and Sam.

“Did you not get in enough insults over the phone?” you asked in exasperation, not bothering to move from your spot in the library as you watched her approach.

“I don’t think there are enough insults for this situation, dear,” she said sweetly, smiling innocently.

“Either be helpful or leave, Rowena,” you replied solemnly.

It had been three days since Dean left, and over two weeks since the whole debacle happened. You had never been more determined to find a solution, nor had you ever felt more defeated.

“Alright, fine. No need to be cranky,” Rowena tsked, taking a seat across from you. “Go on, then. Walk me through everything.”

“Fine,” you sighed, steadying yourself before recounting the situation.

“Let me get this straight,” Rowena declared, holding a hand up. “You actually let him leave? After what he said?”

“Is that seriously your only take away from this?” you asked angrily, glaring at her.

“It’s not my only take away, but it’s certainly a big one,” she said calmly, accompanied by a half shrug. “This is the spell you used?” she asked, looking over the book you gave her during your explanation.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” you confirmed sheepishly.

“Well, don’t you worry. We’ll have you and Samuel right as rain in no time, dear,” she comforted, eyes never leaving the pages in front of her.

It took another four days, but ‘No time’ finally came. You were practically itching to get this all over and done with as the three of you finished setting everything up. You didn’t even care about being in your own skin again, all you cared about at this point was getting Dean back in your life. He did everything possible to avoid talking to you or Sam each time either of you tried contacting him, and you were missing him more and more with each passing hour.

“That should do it,” Rowena declared, snapping you back to attention. “You know what you need to do?”

“Yes,” you said quickly, urging her out of the room; the last thing you needed was for her to be around and have the spell go wrong again, resulting in all three of you being scrambled around.

“Don’t rush it!” she cautioned. “I know you want him back, but you need to take this slowly. You can’t afford another screw up!”

Her statement made you pause, and you knew she was right. “Go slow, I got it,” you confirmed, shutting her out of the room.

“Ready?” Sam asked, looking at you eagerly; albeit nervous beyond belief.

“More than ever,” you declared, taking your place at the altar.

You began the spell, doing everything slowly and precisely so there was no room for error. Once you had finished, however, nothing had happened. You were just about ready to scream with all the emotions boiling inside of you when suddenly the bowl before you exploded in a cloud of yellow, sending both you and Sam flying.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, holding a hand to your head as your ears rang. “This again?” you wondered aloud.

“Did it even work?” Sam croaked out.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said through a fit of coughs. “You?”

“I think so,” you declared, sitting up. It was at that exact moment you realized what happened. “Sam?” you asked breathlessly.

“Yeah?” he questioned, sitting up himself. “Wait-”

“I’m-” you began, unable to finish as you stared at your hands; your own hands.

“You’re….” Sam tried, staring at you then down at his body; his very own body.

“You’re you!” you exclaimed in glee, pointing at him.

“You’re you!” he echoed, scrambling to stand.

You followed suit, taking a moment to steady yourself on your own feet. “I need to go,” you announced, not giving him time to reply before you ran out of the room.

“You’re welcome!” Rowena called after you, watching you run by.

“Thank you!” you called back absently, hurrying out to your car.

The drive took longer than ever before; at least, it felt like it did. You spent the whole time trying to think of what to say, of how to explain, but nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed like enough. All you could hope for was that everything would magically come to you once you stood before him.

If he ever decided to open the goddamn door.

“Dammit, Dean! Open the fucking door before I break it down!” you yelled, banging your hand against the wood for the upteenth time.

You opened your mouth to yell once more, but before you could even make a sound a voice boomed out from behind you. “What are you doing here?”

You turned with a start, coming face to face with Dean as he stood at the bottom of the steps. “I came to talk to you,” you said simply, taking a few steps forward.

He quickly averted his gaze, focusing on wiping the grease from his hands with the rag he held. “Coulda just called,” he countered gruffly.

“Why?” you asked, laughing dryly. “You’d just ignore my calls.”

He stilled his ministrations for a moment before shrugging, glancing back up at you. “Maybe ‘cause we got nothing to talk about.”

“Dean-” you tried to argue, though you stopped short when he rolled his eyes and turned away from you.

“Look, I know all about you and Sam, okay?” he huffed, storming across the drive and to where Baby was parked, hood still open for Dean to continue working on her.

“Oh, for god’s sake, Dean. There is no me and Sam!” you exclaimed with a groan, quickly following behind him.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he placated, picking up his previously abandoned ratchet.

“Just listen to me,” you pleaded, watching his face scrunch with a mix of frustration and concentration as he dove back into his work.

“You don’t need to explain,” he said distractedly. “I get it. He’s good for you. I just-... you didn’t need to hide it, [Y/N/N]. I thought we were closer than that.”

“We are! That’s not what we were hiding, just let me explain!” you said desperately, stepping closer to him.

“You can quit the act, okay?” he snapped, stopping what he was doing as he stood up, finally turning to look at you. “I have eyes, I saw what-”

“Sam and I fucking switched bodies!” you yelled over him, effectively rendering him speechless. “Alright? When you walked in on us doing that spell the other week… it went wrong, Dean. Sam and I, we just-... we switched!”

“You… switched bodies?” he asked slowly, scepticism starting to present itself on his face as he processed what you said.

“Yes,” you confirmed softly. ”I was Sam, Sam was me.”

He nodded, shifting uncomfortably as he anxiously tapped his fingers on Baby’s exterior. “Well, isn’t that just a great story,” he muttered, leaning under the hood once more.

“It’s not a story,” you argued desperately. “It’s what happened.”

“Then why not tell me?” he challenged, not missing a beat.

“Because,” you began lamely. “You always have so much on your plate, Dean. We didn’t want to shove this stupid thing on you and add to your worries.”

“So you lied to me for my own good?” he asked harshly, gaze not straying from his hands as he worked.

“We didn’t lie, we just-”

“Avoided the truth,” he finished for you. “Same thing, if you ask me.”

“We thought it was for the best,” you admitted quietly.

“Oh, yeah,” he agreed sarcastically, throwing his tools down. “Sneaking around, icing me out. Definitely for my best interest, huh?”

“Dean, please,” you pleaded. “I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“Then why did you come, [Y/N]?” he shouted, shutting Baby’s hood. “What did you think was gonna happen here?”

“Well, I thought-... I just-... I wanted to clear the air,” you stammered. “I wanted to explain.”

“Well, you explained,” he muttered, busying himself with tidying his mess.

You watched him silently for a few moments, trying to think of your next move. You decided to ask the question that’s been on your mind since he left: “Were you really planning on actually telling me one day?”

He let out an irritated sigh, picking up his belongings and moving around to the trunk. “What are you talking about?”

“Were you really gonna tell me?” you repeated, quickly taking a few steps to meet him at the trunk.

“Tell you what?” he huffed, irritation oozing off of him as he slammed the toolbox down.

“How you feel!” you blurted out, taking yet another step towards him.

“The hell are you talking about?” he questioned, feigning cluelessness. Though the way his body stiffened as he idly messed with the stuff in the trunk betrayed him; he knew what you meant.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you replied softly. “Were you?”

“I don’t know!” he huffed, shutting the trunk. “Maybe,” he added, walking away from you once more.

“You said-”

“I know what I said!” he interrupted, clearly irritated. “Can we not relive it? I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Well I do!” you argued, exasperated. “Why the fuck else do you think I’m here, Dean?”

“To clear the air,” he sneered, repeating your earlier words as he made his way back to the cabin.

“To tell you I love you!” you shouted after him, stopping him in his tracks. “I didn’t choose Sam. How can I choose him when I’ve loved you for years? How can I choose him when my entire world stopped spinning the day you shut me out of your life all those years ago? How can I choose him when I didn’t feel like I could breathe until you finally spoke to me again? How can I choose him, when having to watch you walk away the other day was the most terrifying thing I had to do, because I didn’t know if I’d ever get you back this time? You can put us in any timeline, in any universe, or in any realm, and I will always choose you. I love you.”

You were met with silence for entirely too long, and you watched the unsteady rise and fall of his shoulders as he kept his back to you, standing tense as ever with his head down low.

“Will you just look at me, please?” you pleaded shakily.

As soon as the words left your mouth he spun on his heel and marched towards you, closing the distance between you two in seconds. He grabbed your face in his hands, letting a moment of hesitation pass by before crashing his lips against yours. It was harsh yet delicate, slow but needy. It was gentle and all consuming. His hands strayed from your face, one sweeping to the back of your head to hold you steady while the other slipped to your waist and pulled you close. Your hands found themselves gliding up his arms, resting on the base of his neck for a moment before settling on his cheeks.

When the two of you finally pulled away to catch your breath, it seemed like neither of you wanted to go too far; foreheads pressed together and noses brushing as you both giggled quietly, shy smiles on your swollen lips.

You stood like that for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence in ways you never could before, until your gentle whisper cut through the silence: “Please come home, Dean.”

“My sweet girl,” he said quietly, planting a delicate kiss to your forehead before completely wrapping you up in his arms, holding you closer than ever. “I am home.”

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dividers by @firefly-graphics and @saradika

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alexsoenomel · 10 months

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Feelin’ Baby Blue (Dean Winchester x Reader smut/fluff)

Requests: can you write a story where dean is just like touch starved and wants to cuddle so he doesn’t have nightmares while he sleeps.

Could you write a story where dean just needs a little comfort? like he’s had a rough day or is just feeling off and wants to be held and feel safe in the readers arms

Summary: Dean set you free by accident, not knowing you can feel the pain he was in and not knowing you’re able to give him what he secretly craved.

Pairing: Dean x Genie!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Reader is a virgin, Dean is broken and pathetic, sweet love making, and Big O’s

Word count: 3.8k

Note: I added a little bit of fluffy smut because I’m a pathetic horny bitch and Dean deserves to get laid.

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

Wake up. Go to work. Collapse on the coach. Wake up. Make lunch for tomorrow. Shower. Sleep.

Over and over again.

Every day. The concept of time didn't exist, only work and work alone. You didn't know who you were, your true authentic self was buried deep in you, along with your dreams and goals. In this world dreams and goals were considered unnecessary, plus you didn't even know what your dreams and goals were. You were only aware of one thing and one thing only – you had to work in order to survive. This job was your bread and butter, financial issues disappeared but you could still feel the world crashing around you. Your life became only your 9 till 5. You had no one, with family scattered around the country, and friends being in different stages of life, you were left to only interact with people in your dull office job which made you hate this life even more. Empty conversations, small talk, gossip…

You didn't even remember the last time you genuinely laughed while talking to someone. Once you entered this machine, this cursed cycle called the capitalistic society, your life lost all meaning.

It was the same day over and over again.

****

North Platte, Nebraska

Sam and Dean just killed a nasty witch. She had been cursing family homes all over Nebraska, making family members eventually kill each other in fits of rage and insanity – reasons unknown. She was an old one – old as time. Her house was filled with endless shelves of books of ancient dark magic, ancient artifacts chattered all over, herbs, talismans – whatever a witch’s heart desired, she had it.

"Poor guy!" Dean said, looking at the white rabbit lying on the coffee table. His eyes were closed, his little body completely relaxed and spread out – it looked dead. "That bitch was creepy as hell!" He added. Dean was never fond of witches.

"I still don't understand why she was killing all those families!" Sam wondered, looking around her messy living room.

"Beats me!" The older Winchester shrugged his shoulders and put the gun with witch-killing bullets back in his jeans.

He was just about to tell Sam that it was time to go since the place was giving him the heebie-jeebies when he saw something that piqued his interest on one of the bookshelves.

"Sam, look!" His fingers were gently holding a medium-sized bottle filled with floating whiteish, blueish puffs. He was smiling like he just found his favorite childhood toy.

"Are those clouds?" Sam asked, trying to see what was inside the bottles. Nothing apart from "clouds" his eyes registered.

Dean, being Dean (childish and chaotic at times), started shaking the bottle, hoping something would happen. It didn't. The "clouds" were just floating in the bottle as he was shaking it.

"Dean, put it back where you found it, and let's get the hell out of here!" Sam told him.

"Fine."

As he was about to put it back on the shelf, a light bang echoed through the living room causing both Winchesters to turn around with their guns ready to kill whatever made the sound. Dean didn't even notice that he dropped the bottle, shattering it completely. The clouds were floating right behind them as they put their guns away realizing it was just the rabbit that Dean thought was dead on the coffee table. It jumped on the wooden floor knocking a little stone in the process. It just stood there looking at them.

"He ain't dead!" Dean's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't help but smile – he'd always feel sad for the poor animals that were used for witchcraft.

Instinctively, both brothers then glanced at the dead witch lying a few inches away from them. She was still dead as a doornail. Good.

The rabbit sniffed the witch's face before urinating all over it. Both brothers chuckled. Even better.

In the meantime, the cloud behind them started growing bigger and bigger. It reached Sam's height and exploded as both brothers were hit with a force so strong it knocked them to the floor. Dean hit his cheek, and Sam his nose, causing a few drops of blood to appear seconds later.

"What the –" Dean said and looked behind him.

Sam did the same as he whipped the blood coming from his nose. "Holy crap!"

****

Five minutes before.

As you were about to answer your next call, bored out of your mind, staring at your computer screen and seeing the calls pile up, you noticed something unusual. Your colleague Dave was in the middle of a conversation and yet you couldn’t hear him behind his computer anymore – which was unusual considering he was the loudest one in the office. The telephones around you stopped ringing– all of them. You looked through the window and saw the rain that was pouring outside just seconds ago, frozen in the air. You turned around and there she was; Karen stiff as a statue, mouth open, holding a chocolate bar inches away from her face.

"What the–"

***

You woke up. Finally, you woke up. The hell was finally over. You were finally free.

Right in front of you was a sight to see– two gorgeous-looking men staring back at you. One of them seemed more broken than the other. They seemed puzzled.

“How did you free me?” You asked, looking down at your body, seeing you weren’t in your business attire anymore. Instead, you were wearing your baby blue summer dress again. You missed that dress – haven’t worn it in 5 years.

“Free you? Who are you?” The shorter one asked. His hand then went behind his back…he had a gun.

“That gun is useless on me.” You said and glanced at the taller one who also tried the same. You tilted your head to the right, squinting your eyes, looking at the taller one…the name immediately pooped in your head. “You’re Sam.” And a few seconds later the shorter one had a name too. “Dean.” You said looking at him. “Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Both brothers stared at you before Dean finally asked: “Who are you?” His voice was deep, sharp, and kind of intimidating.

“Call me G,” you said.

“How do you know who we are?” Sam asked. “Are you even human?”

“I know the people who summon me. In this case, you didn’t exactly summon me, you freed me.” You explained, “I’m a Genie.”

“A Djinn?” Dean asked in confusion and partial disgust. By the sound of his voice you could tell he wasn’t a fan of actual Djinns. You weren’t either. They were far more chaotic and evil and somehow humans would always mix you with them.

This man is wearing a mask, even his younger brother cannot see. His soul is aching.

“You humans always put me in the same basket as them. No, I’m not a Djinn.”

“Explain!” Dean demanded.

“Who else is a genie and wears blue…or rather is blue?”

Sam's eyes immediately widened as he connected the dots. “The Genie?”

“Bingo!”

Dean then connected the rest. “Like The Genie from Aladdin?”

“Something like that.” Your mouth smiled for the first time in so long it almost felt unnatural.

“I need a drink!” Dean said looking at his younger brother who just stared back at him, not knowing what to say.

“Oh, the bitch has a fine whiskey collection in the cabinet behind you, take your pick and I can explain everything.”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

“Pour me a double Dean!”

“Roger that!”

After both brothers were intoxicated enough you started talking. You were born in 1992 when the original Aladdin came out. It was an absolute hit all over the world, children loved it, young adults and parents loved it. Genie became a star and that was how you were born. Children especially, desperately wanted their favorite character to be real and to grant them those three wishes and voila…

You didn’t remember much from your birth. You just knew one day you became sentient, real and aware of your purpose – making humans smile. From that day forward you were traveling all over the world and granting wishes – healing the inner child of each broken adult who would summon you and making the world a better place. It wasn’t until the witch found you and bound you to be her slave and used your magic whenever she pleased. The thing that separated you from the real cartoon Genie was – you could grant as many wishes as once heart desired. She used you for revenge, hatred and to satisfy her undying greed for riches – everything you didn't stand for. You were more than glad that she was dead.

“So wait, you’re actually a tulpa?” Sam asked. You were surprised by his logical thinking.

“You can say that.” You confirmed.

Dean took the last sip of whiskey not really knowing how to feel about all of this. Tulpas were a familiar concept for him for sure, but a tulpa of a fuckin’ cartoon character not so much. One thing puzzled him though…

“Isn’t Genie supposed to be a blue man with a ponytail?” He finally spoke.

“Kids didn’t imagine me to be a blue man with a ponytail.” You said, feeling how tired he was. No sleep could subside that.

Sam was hanging by the thread of sanity and good mental health, while his older brother had waves of sorrow and pain crashing into him every second of the day. He was craving something so desperately he was embarrassed of it.

Dean’s lips formed a small O. “Oh, okay.”

“How do people, or kids, summon you?” Sam asked. Real world was a bit different than the cartoon. The part where you live in a lamp at least.

"You just have to rub the lamp the right way" Dean was just waiting for the moment to make this reference since he was secretly a big Christina Aguilera fan. You chuckled, remembering the first time you heard that song in a bar of all places. Sam just looked at Dean like he was about to punch him. Dean grinned.

“That’s gross, Dean.”

“You just have to think of me long and hard before you go to sleep and I’ll pay you a visit.” You finally explained, eyes fixed on Dean. You knew what he craved, you could see right through him, even though he tried to hide it by avoiding your gaze.

“What are you going to do now?” Dean asked you, still avoiding meeting your eyes. He was looking at the book shelf right behind you.

You smirked and stood up. “Might pay you a visit.” Was all you said before you disappeared, leaving both brothers perplexed and a little tipsy.

***

When Sam and Dean came back to the bunker, the younger brother decided it was time to rest while the older one was pondering over your last words.

“Might pay you a visit.”

He couldn’t help but remember your sharp and rather strange gaze. Something about it intimidated him – he felt naked whenever you would look at him. He was a closed forbidden book, only Sam could open it and yet in your presence he was completely exposed – or at least that was how he felt. The thought of you was consuming him slowly, in the shower, in the kitchen, before dinner, after dinner… When he finally went to bed he caved in, remembering your words.

“You just have to think of me long and hard before you go to sleep and I’ll pay you a visit.”

He was slowly drifting, his mind scattered and consumed with only your picture. As his eyes became heavy he heard a whisper – he knew he wasn’t dreaming yet.

“Dean!”

His head left the soft surface of his pillow as he opened his eyes only to see you standing next to his bed.

“G?” He whispered as his hand reached over and turned on the lamp on his night stand.

“I can feel it, y’ know” You said and sat on the edge of his bed. He sat up, back against the headboard.

“Feel what?” He asked even though something was already telling him the answer he thought he didn’t know.

“Your soul is aching, Dean. There’s not enough alcohol and meaningless night stands in this world to ease your pain. It’s too sharp, too deep. You broke my heart as soon as you set me free.”

You knew pain. You felt it all. In sick children, in traumatized adults – you knew every shape it would take, but Dean’s pain was impossible to feel. It was too much even for you.

“I didn’t realize you’re a shrink too.” The sass was evidently just a coping mechanism – one of the masks he would wear to survive this terrible life he was living.

You weren’t bothered by his words. You knew he would eventually say the forbidden words. Without warning you climbed into his bed and sat on his lap, both of your legs on his sides. You stared at him, fingers tracing along his cheeks, jaw, until you reached his perfectly full lips. He was beautiful – one of the most beautiful humans you have ever seen. His genetic blessings didn't outshine his blessings from within. His soul, even broken and in pain, was still full of love and compassion. It was such a beautiful mix of love and tragedy. Your face was inches away from his and as you got closer, the pain got sharper. You were ready to make him feel whole again, but he had to say the words.

“I know what you crave, Dean. I can feel it.”

“A sexy chick wearing a Zorro mask on top of me?” Still with the humor. You found it cute to an extent. Silly Dean.

“Meaningless sex won’t fix that, y’ know?”

“Yeah,” He finally gave up the shenanigans when he saw you weren’t buying the shit he was trying to sell. “I’ve learnt to live with it.”

You could feel his hot breath against your face as you got even closer. Dean’s eyes softened, jaw relaxed as he cupped your cheek. He only now noticed how beautiful and angelic you look, even under the light of his shitty lamp on the nightstand. Your soft skin under his fingertips felt a little too intimate for him, and yet he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop.

“You don’t have to live with it though. I can make it go away, you just have to say the words.”

You cupped his hand with yours, his touch sending shivers all over your body. You really liked the sensation. You were craving more. His hand was hot, soft and human. No man nor woman has touched you like this.

“You mean like, make a wish?” He was finally starting to get it.

“That’s how it goes, right?” You smiled.

“Christ.” – he muttered before swallowing nervously – “I wish I didn’t feel like this.”

“Like what? My magic cannot read minds. You have to be specific.”

He took a deep breath, feeling like he was about to embarrass himself. Verbalizing emotions wasn’t something he was comfortable with. “I wish the pain I feel didn’t exist,” He stated and the words just kept coming. “I wish I wasn't so... broken? I wish for more than just meaningless night stands.” He confessed before it hit him. “Wait, does this count as 3 wishes?”

“You can wish as many things as your heart desires, handsome. Now, close your eyes!”

Dean closed his beautiful green eyes as you went in for a kiss. It usually doesn't work like that. You weren't a crossroads demon. You would usually just snap your fingers and disappear right after. Your magic was powerful and yet simple. But this time it was different. This time a man with a broken soul asked to feel whole again, to feel again. He wanted more than meaningless transactional touches and kisses so you decided to give him what he wanted. You have never come across such a special soul like Dean Winchester. He was giving too much and yet the world was consumed by greed and constantly wanted more. His brother Sam was everything he had, his rock, his world and yet even he couldn't heal things inside of his older brother. Dean was tired of feeling like this.

The kiss was innocent and your first. You didn't exactly know what you were doing but you liked it. His lips were soft and lonely. He was hungry for a connection he didn't have. His body was desperate to be touched. His hand went in your hair as he slowly deepened the kiss, leaving you hot and panting. You have seen people kiss and sleep with each other. You were an avid watcher of rom coms – your favorite pastime whenever you would roam around the world, traveling and making people smile.

Even The Genie needed air, so when you couldn't breathe anymore you broke the kiss. Dean's eyes full of adoration refusing to stop looking at you. How strange how now he was ready to strip his soul and actually look at you.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you pushed them above his head, your face dangerously close to him. You wanted to kiss him again.

"Am I supposed to feel different now?"

"No, this isn't something I can fix with a simple kiss. Your soul is craving another soul and I intend to give you mine. Kiss me!"

Dean lifted his head from the pillow and kissed you again this time slipping his tongue right away in your mouth. His kisses were coded with mint and you liked the taste.

It felt like an instinct almost when your hips started moving, grinding against his dick – only your panties and his boxers separating you. He was already hard and desperate, moving up and down trying too hard to satisfy the need that was only growing stronger.

You have never surrendered yourself so freely, letting a human touch you, let alone kiss you like he did, but you have never had a man like Dean asking you to fix something within him that the world so joyfully broke.

His hands were roaming freely all over your body, studying the shapes along the material of your dress as your lips never left his, until he started kissing your jaw and neck, sending you into a blissful euphoria you never knew existed in the first place. You let out a sigh as your hands went into his hedgehog like hair.

"Love me, Dean!" You spoke between pathetic moans and sighs. "Love me and I'll be yours forever!"

He heard you but his lips were too busy getting drunk on your neck to say anything so he just took you by the waist with both hands and like you were nothing flipped you over.

His lips found yours again in a desperate sleepless hunger as your hand took his and guided him to your already wet underwear.

"Touch me! I'm yours!" You said, letting him know he could. It has been a long time for him and you could feel the nervousness pumping through his veins. As soon as his fingers touched the wet fabric of your panties, pushing it lightly against your wet cunt, you moaned.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked, again showing you how beautiful and carrying he was.

You placed a kiss on his lips. "Yes, I am sure."

Your voice was sweet like honey and Dean was experiencing a sugar rush.

“Oh and you can leave my dress on. I can feel how much you like it.” You added and winked.

Dean didn’t quite understand what you meant by that so he asked.

“Can you read minds?”

You smiled. He was adorable. “Not exactly. I can feel it. Your desires, what troubles you – everything. It comes in waves.”

You didn’t let him say anything, instead you crashed your lips on his as your hands went underneath his shirt feeling his soft skin covered in scars. If only he knew his soul shared the same resemblance. Dean realized where your hands were and in a second got rid of the t-shirt.

“I want you!” You whispered into his ear.

He was hypnotized, not really aware of his surroundings, his hardships, his name. Only you existed in his brain, heart and soul.

He took off his boxers, and your panties moments later – leaving you only in your dress and pressed the tip of his dick against your entrance. Nose touching, eyes locked, feeling each other’s breaths on your faces he entered you slowly. It didn’t occur to you that it would hurt since it was your first time. You gasped at the new sensation.

“You’re so tight!” Dean whispered. “Jesus!”

“Move! Please!” You begged. He didn’t need to know. He was your first and only one. After this night your soul will be bound with his, forever.

He moved slowly first, letting you adjust and relax under him. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades as soon as waves of pleasure started splashing you. The pain was gone and you were in pure bliss.

“God, you’re beautiful!” He told you, placing kisses along your jaw.

You moaned his name in response as his pace became faster, his thrusts harder. Your body was on fire and yet you felt a sense of calm. You could feel his pain slowly fading. His worries disappeared. You were stitching him back together.

“You’ll feel whole again!” You said before kissing him.

As he was pounding into you, you could feel something building up in the lower part of your stomach. Your eyes, usually sapphire blue, started fading, replacing the shade with a very light baby blue color. You grinned when you realized what was happening. His wish was about to come true.

“Your eyes –” Dean noticed but you sealed his mouth with a kiss. As he was slamming into you, your climax hit you like a truck. Your body was stiff, pure pleasure engulfing you completely – nothing you have ever experienced before. Dean didn’t stop until he came seconds later, panting and whimpering – completely falling apart from pleasure. He collapsed on you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

“This feels different.” He said, trying to catch his breath.

“How so?”

“Feels like love.”

“Your wish is my command!”

You didn’t leave that night. He fell asleep in your arms, for the first time and in a long time, snoring. No nightmares. His pain was gone. Since sleep was an unfamiliar concept for you, you just enjoyed his presence while your soul was warming up his now healed one.

You knew you weren’t free to roam the world anymore. You were content with being his – forever.

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Souls Intertwined By Fate

Part 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?

Words: 1418

Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but it's finally here! You and Dean finally meet, and the world you've just settled into threatens to give in // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx

⇤ PART 2

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From the moment you had left Ellen's bar, you had felt a unique kind of dread, the emptiness in your heart widening with each step you took away from the person you had destined to be with.

But it is the best for both of you, that you are sure of.

You don't hesitate to admit that you are selfish to try to save yourself from prospective heartbreak or have the possibility of going through what your mother had gone through, especially when you now knew that he was a hunter as well.

"Morning, Y/N." Chris mutters with a quick kiss to your neck as he hugs you from behind.

"Good morning." You smile as you turn and close the gap between your lips. You were making coffee after getting up from the bed you share with Chris, and this has become a new normal for you.

It has been a couple of weeks since you landed in the small town of New Harmony, Indiana.

Excluding a few aches, cuts and bruises that aren't visible or have a cause, you have had no interactions with the supernatural - willingly keeping off from reading news or watching it on the TV.

You know your intuitions won’t help pick off the signs of those activities in the world, you're just going to ignore it.

Well, you did investigate Old Neil's Cabin, and having found that he hasn't hurt anyone yet, you let him be - but not before making a note on where he is buried.

It's a simple start to the day as it has been for a while now, and for some reason, there remains a feeling that something is wrong - or better yet, something is missing.

Still, as you help around Chris’ family diner and motel, there remains the familiar signs of adrenalin rush that you know come from hunting, even when you’re doing something as mundane as getting a plate of fries to the customers.

There is random quickening of your heartbeat, and the dreams of his green eyes, when you’ve only seen them once.

So in this quaint little town, the sun dips below the horizon once more, casting a warm glow across the streets. Your break from the hunting life gave you a little bit of solace in this peaceful corner of the world. The semblance of normalcy feels like a weird sense of relief.

And today, it just seems like it will be happier than many before.

Meanwhile, Dean Winchester, the ever-determined hunter, was on the road once again with Sam beside him. This time, he is a little serious - with the short time frame of his inevitable death hanging over his head.

But he is happy today, it's his birthday today, and Sam got him a box of little things, from his favorite aftershave to a smart-looking watch.

He feels a little guilty while thanking him because he doesn't trust him enough to keep a secret from Ruby, he hasn’t told his brother about his soulmate yet.

He doesn’t want to know what limits the demons will test with someone they can hurt him with, even without getting a hold of him.

“I’m hungry.” Sam complains while reading a newspaper.

“I’ll pull up to the next diner I see.” Dean says. “Besides, it's been too long since I got a belly full of something cheesy.”

“You had a lunch full of cholesterol yesterday, Dean.” Sam reprimands him with a shake of his head.

Dean’s stomach rumbles just in time as a reply to Sam’s comment. “Let’s find some food in this town.”

Some time later, they come across a diner, and Dean wastes no time hauling up next to it. The bell above the door tinkles as they enter.

“Finally.” Dean mutters, glancing around the diner. It isn't overly crowded, probably just a few locals scattered across the booths. He spots an empty seat by the window and starts walking towards it, Sam following closely.

As Dean studies the menu, Sam leans across the table. “You know, man, you’ve been acting a bit weird lately. Anything you wanna talk about?”

Dean sighs, trying to avoid this conversation. “Not today.” And with efforts to do so, he averts his eyes, flitting them across the diner.

But then, his eyes lock onto a waitress, her seeming oddly recognizable. He swallows hard, torn between his instinct to approach and the fear of her reaction.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice pulls him from his trance. “You okay?”

He shakes his head, plastering on a faint smile to mask his nervousness. “Yeah, just lost in thought.”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Sam comments.

You smile at Ellie as you get her order, a usual patron of the diner. You feel unusually happy today, and while you don’t know the reason why, you don't want to jinx it and so you just go on about your day.

Then your heart starts beating rapidly again, but the palpitations aren’t what you are used to.

You turn with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes. When you open them, they find green ones - to be more precise, those from your dreams.

Time stands still, and recognition flashes between you two - a connection stronger than memory, a bond forged through shared emotions. Your breath hitches, your soulmate is sitting right in front of you.

You don’t know what to do, and while your heart wants to stay, your brain decides to run away. And so, you hurry through the side door of the diner.

“I’ll be right back,” Dean announces and rushes right after you, leaving Sam with no second thought.

You’re there, standing against the wall under the streetlamp in the back alley, your hand against your chest. The night falls, and you look like an angel glowing in the yellow light.

When your eyes join, your hearts start thumping in a turbo-mode and neither of you know if it's because of the bond or due to the other's presence.

“Hi.” Dean whispers, not knowing what else to say.

“Hello,” You whisper back, not wanting to break the bubble that has formed around the two of you.

The traffic from the main road has quietened down, as has the chatter from the busy diner, and all you’re aware of is this beautiful specimen of a man, and your conniving heart which has finally won against your brain.

“How are you?” Dean wants to hit himself just as the words leave his mouth. But then again, what are you supposed to say to your soulmate when you come face to face for the first time?

“I’m good. What about you?” You ask, a smile appearing on his face that you cannot help but match him. And my god, the crinkles that frame his eyes.

“I guess I’m good too - now that I met you.” Both of you laugh, and when your heart finally allows your brain to speak, you start drowning in anxiety, leaving you speechless again.

Everything that you’ve been running from, everything you left behind and everything that you’re up against is on his feet, just a few feet in front of you. Your soulmate.

While it feels like it has been decades, it has been only minutes.

Before you can conjure up a sentence, the side doors open with a thud - and Chris appears, looking tense.

“Everything all right here, Y/N?” Chris asks, staring at Dean as if to determine if there are any signs of aggression, and then settling on you to ensure that you’re fine. “Ellie told me to check up on you.”

His posture straight and hands in a fist, almost like he’s getting ready to fight, fight for you.

The men stand tall with chests puffed, nearly similar in height as they both try to intimidate each other.

You nod, hoping to calm him. “It’s okay, Chris, this is -” you stop there, not knowing his name.

“Dean,” the man completes. You sheepishly smile at him before turning to Chris.

“Chris, this is Dean, my… My soulmate.” Saying it leaves an unnatural taste in your mouth,

You see his features turn from hostility into those of apprehension as he replies, his eyes narrowed. “I see…”

“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.

“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.

“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”

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