#Dean x Donna

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 2

As soon as he was done chopping the head off of the last vampire, Dean knew what he needed to do.

He and his brother had just obliterated a nest of 15 vampires but it hadn't been easy. He had narrowly avoided getting shoved into a piece of rebar sticking out of a support beam in the seedy and dilapidated barn. Something that would've been fatal.

Dropping Sam back at the Bunker, Dean pointed the Impala northeast. It would take him eight hours but he needed to go, he needed her.

Never in his life had he felt this way, this pull to another person. Even with Lisa, he’d never felt this way; the need, the want, the desire to be in their presence.

But Donna wasn't Lisa. No, Donna knew the intricate parts of his life, his job. She knew that no news was good news so he didn't feel obliged to give her a call to update her all the time.

Not like with Lisa. Lisa always wanted to know his every location, his every move. Yes, she knew about his job seeing as Dean is the one that saved her son from the Changeling that was terrorizing her town but the constant checking in and her incessant need to know every detail of his days. It was overwhelming and made her unattractive.

It killed their relationship before it really began.

But Donna wasn't like that. She understood the life. Probably better than anyone ever had. Except Sam.

Dean didn't even bother calling Donna to tell her he was heading her way, he didn't have to. Their arrangement wasn't like that.

She hadn't alerted him before she showed up at the Bunker three months ago. Didn't mean he wasn'ts exhilarated to see her. And he proved it when Sam went out for some hippy-dippy show across town.

He'd fucked her on almost every surface in the underground shelter in appreciation.

He knows when he doesn't see her vehicle in the driveway that she's still at work. That's okay though; Donna had given him a key to the door.

So after parking Baby in the garage, he grabs his duffel, hoping there's at least one clean set of clothes in there because, honestly, he doesn't remember the last time he changed it out.

He gets in with no problem and heads straight to the shower. He's dirty, sweaty and stinky.

He is standing under the shower, reveling in the fantastic water pressure when something catches his attention. A sound that he can't quite decipher.

But then the curtain is ripped open and he smiles at what he sees. Donna fucking Hanscum stands in front of the hunter, completely nude with a blinding smile on her face.

“Hey-a! This is a great surprise,” she says as she steps into the stall with Dean, her hand rubbing up his arm, across his shoulder and cups the side of his head.

“Wanted to come see my girl,” Dean says as he leans into her touch.

Donna's legs are wrapped around his hips and her back is pressed into the shower wall as he rails into her, his dick spearing her cervix. Her moans are music to his ears.

Neither of them pay any mind that the water has turned frigid, the heat from both of their bodies keeping the lovers warm.

Dean can feel his end approaching but he staves it off because he can feel that Donna is right there: right on the precipice of one of the best orgasms of her life.

He slips a hand between them and starts rubbing her bud.

“Come on D,” he murmurs. “Let go. You're right there baby. That tight pussy is squeezing me so hard. Cum for me.”

He leans back and watches as the blonde’s eyes roll back and her body tenses. Then he feels it. Her warm juices coat his cock and splash against his groin.

Donna goes limp but Dean is ready for it, he knew she would lose all cognition after a climax that strong; he holds her tight, slowing his thrusts until she regain consciousness.

As soon as her blue eyes open, he smiles. “There's my pretty girl. You okay?”

“Oophta. I think I died,” Donna says with a giggle.

“Nah, sweetheart you just squirted,” Dean explains. “Was that your first time?”

“You betcha. It was……awesome!”

Dean smiles and kisses her lips. “Let's see if I can get you to do it again.”

He begins pounding into her willing body again, his fingers massaging and gently squeezing her quivering clit.

Unfortunately Dean meets his end before he can accomplish what he sat out to do but only because Donna starts whispering complete filth in his ear and he can't hold it in.

“Come on, Dean give me all that cock. God it feels good to be stretched around your dick.”

“Fucking my brains out takes on a whole new meaning when Dean Winchester is inside you. Fill me up baby. Shoot all that cum deep inside my cunt.”

“Maybe later we could play around with some of my toys? Oh you like that? Umph! Wanna fuck me with my pink dildo?”

“Oh god Dean! Please fill me up!”

Dean thrusts in to the hilt as he feels his cum explode from his body and floods Donna's pussy.

They laugh together as they both clean up in water that feels like it was piped in straight from Antarctica.

Once out of the shower, they dry off and both fall into bed completely nude and go to sleep.

The next morning Donna wakes to an empty bed. Or so she thought until she feels Dean's tongue flicking her clit.

“Good morning to me!” she exclaims as she looks down to see a tuft of spiky brown hair between her thighs.

Dean hums against her then sucks the nub into his lips.

Donna reaches down and spreads her labia to give him better access to her most intimate area.

Dean takes his right hand from her thigh and inserts a finger as he continues lavishing her clit with the most sinful attention

Hearing her moans and gasps spurs Dean on and he quickly adds another digit to the mix; scissoring her open until he could add a third.

Donna is vibrating from his ministrations, her body shuddering from the pleasure.

“Fuck!” Dean exclaims, taking his mouth off of her and looking down. “I've got my whole damn fist in your pussy Don! God damn! That's hot.”

Donna whimpers but doesn't say anything as she begins undulating her hips.

“You want me to fuck you with my fist? See if I can get my arm in there?”

“Umhmm,” Donna moans, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth.

Dean begins pumping his wrist and flexing his fingers and goes back to nibbling on the soppy cunt in front of him.

He had never met anyone that would even consider this. He didn't think it was possible but as he uncurls his fingers and plays with Donna's inside walls, he was glad that it's Donna who allowed it.

She was a friend, a colleague, an ally.

His dick strains against the mattress as he listens to Donna's moans of pleasure and satisfaction.

He grazes her clit with his teeth and Donna springs up to a sitting position, trapping his wrist underneath her.

“Holy shit!”

“You like that?” Dean smiles up at her, his lips wet with her arousal.

“Yea,” Donna says dreamily.

“I'm glad and I'll do it again,” he tells her. “But baby, you're breaking my wrist.”

“Oh!” Donna says as she realizes what she’s done. She lies back and Dean reluctantly withdraws from her body.

As he rubs his wrist with his other hand, he shifts off the end of the mattress. Before he gets too far, he is surprised when Donna drops to her knees on the floor and takes his cock in her hand.

“I've never thought this about any others, but you got the prettiest dick ever, Winchester. I just want to eat it up.”

Dean can't help but chuckle. “What's stopping ya darlin’?”

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5

Summary (request from @thesassywallflower​ for @spnfanficpond​ Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Warnings/tags: explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

Chapter WC: 2000

Author’s notes: There will be multiple chapters to this -- at least three, and they will all be written in 3rd person POV, shifting perspective in each section.

Many thanks and love to my dear friend and the very best beta ever @brrose-apothecary​.  Text divider by @talesmaniac89​.

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“That’s it,” Donna exclaims, after wiping down her machete and carefully replacing it in its secure case in the bed of her truck. “You two’re comin’ home with me.”

She’s hyper-aware that the Winchesters didn’t have the most conventional upbringing, but, dangit, how many more times will they break her heart with stories about never going to a Christmas party or experiencing the joy of opening gifts on Christmas morning?

“C- coming home with you?” Dean wonders aloud as if he’s testing the words in his mouth. As if she uttered the invitation in Old Norse.

“Yes, Dean. To Stillwater.” Donna turns to face the brothers who both eerily resemble that deer she missed by a hair’s breadth on Highway 95 last week. “Jody and the girls’ll be there, and all’s you need’re the clothes on your backs. We can stop at the dollar store down the street for you two to pick up a couple white elephant gifts.”

“Dollar store?” Dean asks, looking thoroughly bereft of understanding.

“Dean, stop repeating everything that comes out of my mouth. And close yours while you’re at it; you look like a drowning guppy.”

Donna rounds the side of her pickup to stride toward the driver’s side door. The brothers shuffle after her like a couple of 10-year-olds who’d rather be playing Super Mario than endure whatever perceived Hell she’s invited them to.

“Donna...” Sam lets his words hang in the air while both brothers huff and puff condensation into the frigid night air and fidget after her. “We’ve never been to a Christmas party or anything like that.” 

“That’s why you’re coming to mine. No excuses.” She spins on her heel and stares them down as they exchange looks and unspoken words.

Dean’s the one who breaks first. He swings his narrowed gaze back to her.

“Will there be mistletoe?” he asks pointedly.

Donna tries not to think about Dean and mistletoe at the same time. Not that she’s never imagined kissing him, but now is not the time.

She snorts and rolls her eyes. “Of course! What kinda Christmas party would it be without mistletoe?”

Dean grins before slapping his brother on the back. “Well, Sammy, looks like we’re gonna have Christmas after all. Ya know, one without a Wood Nymph.”

“Huh?” Donna furrows her brow in question.

Sam shakes his head. “Never mind, long story,” he mutters. “I guess we’ll follow you?”

Donna claps her hands together as she nods, bouncing on her toes. “You betcha!”

“Can’t believe we almost passed this up,” Dean mutters to Sam as they unpack their bags, making a load of laundry. They each showered in Donna’s guest bathroom and she gave them some old clean sweatpants and t-shirts of her dad’s to wear for the night.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Sam agrees quietly, tossing his last pair of underwear to the floor. He’s pleased that Dean sees the value here in Donna’s home.

Ever since they defeated Chuck, Sam has tried a dozen different ways to get Dean out of the bunker and into a real house and real jobs. Dean seems frozen in time, though, like he can’t see that they can do just about anything they want now. They’re regular hunters — no angels or demons to battle (Jack and Rowena have seen to that). In fact, most of the monster world has quieted and stays in their own lanes.

“Imagine having this on the regular.” Sam tests the waters. “A washer and dryer from this century?” he chuckles, scooping up the dirty clothes and shaking his damp hair out of his face.

“Yeah, well, I doubt Donna wants a couple salty old hunters camped out in her guest room for the rest of her life.” Dean turns down the covers of his borrowed bed and inspects the pillow. “‘Sides, I like havin’ my own room.”

Sam watches Dean smooth his hands over the bedding, wondering...

He knows how Dean feels about Donna, even though his brother’s never put those feelings into words. Sam’s seen the way Dean looks at her, the way he touches her like she’s made of glass, and the tone of his voice when he says her name. Dean adores Donna, but even more than that, he wants her.

“What if...” Sam starts then pauses, shifting his weight. When Dean turns to face him with a questioning brow and wistful smile, he forges ahead. “What if you could share it with someone like Donna?”

Dean almost rolls his eyes as he slowly straightens his stance. His soft smile twists as he meets his brother’s gaze. Sam worries that he’s pushed Dean too far.

“And now we’re back to Donna deservin’ a lot better than...” Dean shakes his head and motions between himself and his duffle bag.

“Heya,” the woman in question sing-songs as she pokes her head around the door. “How ya doin’ in here? Need anything?”

Dean’s edge immediately smooths at the sight of the sheriff.

“Hey,” he answers with a quick, practiced grin. “We’re good. Better than. Just, uhh...” He reaches for the bundle in Sam’s arms. “Gonna throw this stuff in your washer if that’s okay?”

Sam notices the tiniest flush in Dean’s cheeks, and the sight squeezes his heart in his rib cage. Dean doesn’t think he deserves a life like this.

“Yep,” Donna replies, a bright smile gracing her freshly scrubbed and freckle-dusted face. “Right down the hall.”

“Alrighty then. Lead the way,” Dean says, following Donna to her laundry room.

Sam heaves a sigh before wandering to the small bookshelf in the corner for something to read.

Dean has nightmares almost every time he closes his eyes. Last night, he had a different kind of dream.

Donna was there, her soft blonde waves were piled on top of her head. Her fingers were floured and her big flannel shirt was dusted just the same. She laughed at his jokes and hummed through her smile when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She smelled like butter and vanilla.

When he wakes, Sam’s already up and out of the room. A low light sneaks through the curtains, and Dean smells coffee. He rolls out of bed, runs his fingers through his hair, and makes his way to the bathroom across the hall.

“Dean, hey.”

Dean cocks his head and squints because it’s too damn early for pleasantries. It’s Kaia, though, and Dean owes that girl a lot of pleasant.

“Hey, kid. When’d you get in?” He turns toward her and she steps into his arms for a hug.

“‘Bout an hour ago,” she replies. “Claire’s in the kitchen.”

“‘Kay,” Dean answers pulling out of the hug with a lopsided smile. “Be there in a minute.”

Kaia nods and shuffles past him. “There’s coffee and french toast.”

“Nice,” Dean grunts, pushing through the bathroom door and switching the light on. When he sees his reflection, he groans. “Christ.”

His eyes are puffy and his hair’s sticking out in nine different directions. He shakes his head and sighs before taking care of business. Dean definitely puts the seat back down, washes his hands, and splashes his face and hair with water.

Before heading to the kitchen, he makes his bed and changes into his own clothes. As he shrugs into his flannel, he realizes it’s the one from his dream. The one Donna was wearing — his shirt and nothing else.

He could feel every dip and curve in his hands. She was so warm and soft. Dean’s thought about a hundred different ways to make her say his name the way she did in his dream. He can still hear her breathy voice in his head as he walks the length of the hallway toward the bright kitchen.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Donna greets him first, and his skin flushes with heat.

Before he can focus too much on it, Claire sacks him without a word.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs, holding her close. He isn’t exactly the picture of emotional growth, but since Cas… well, he’s trying to be more present.

Dean closes his eyes and buries his nose in her messy hair. She’s been smoking, and probably drinking by the looks of it. “Takin’ care of yourself?” He pulls back, gripping her shoulders and looking her in the eyes.

Her smile is crooked, and her blue eyes are shot red and rimmed with black, but she’s still the strong little girl from Illinois whose daddy loved God enough to leave her.

Claire shrugs. “More’r less.”

Dean huffs a wry laugh, squeezing her shoulders before releasing her. “Sounds about right.”

“Heeeyyy.” Jody and Alex round the island to greet him with hugs and Patience isn’t far behind.

“Coffee?” Jody asks.

“Absolutely. I also heard there was french toast. Or did I miss it?” He turns to find Donna extending a plate heaped with carbs, and a steaming cup of joe. “Awesome.”

He accepts the proffered items from Donna with a hearty thanks.

Jody and the girls retreat to the dining room where Sam sits, doing a crossword puzzle. He looks up and Dean nods a good morning to him before sliding onto a stool at the island.

“So, uhh, dollar store, huh?” He digs into his breakfast, trying not to ogle Donna’s ass in her cute little red and white snowflake leggings. The phrase ‘thick thighs save lives’ will be stuck in his head for the rest of his stay here and he isn’t mad about it.

Donna nods as she turns to face him with her own cup of coffee. “And if I give you a list, can you pick up some wine?”

Dean bobs his head as he chews and his eyes roll back. “Oh, yeah... Yes, anything. Holy shit, this is good.” He’s momentarily distracted from objectifying his hostess by the un-fucking-believable french toast.

Donna chuckles, jutting a hip against the island. “Family recipe. Just like the smorgasbord for tonight.” She sips her coffee and watches him devour the rest of the meal in silence but for Dean’s moans and groans of satisfaction.

How many times has Donna thought about this? About Dean Winchester sitting at her kitchen island eating a breakfast and coffee that she made? About him enjoying it?

Experts say that good food and good sex share neural pathways. That a person’s reaction to good food is similar to their reactions to good sex. That theory takes on a whole new level of wow when applied to Dean.

Dean drains his mug and wipes his mouth.

“More... anything?” Donna asks innocently -- or so she thinks.

Until Dean’s gaze flicks to hers for a hot minute. She could write his hesitation off as morning brain, but then he drops his gaze to her mouth. He licks his bottom lip into his mouth then slowly drags it through his teeth.

Donna’s breath catches in her chest and her insides flip.

“Hey, so, we should hit that dollar store, and I think Donna wants us to grab a few bottles of wine, right?”

Sam realizes a beat too late that he’s walked in on something; Dean looks ready to attack and Donna’s cheeks are fuchsia. The younger Winchester’s gaze bounces around the tension between Dean and Donna before he clears his throat.

Dean blinks a couple of times and shakes his head. “Yeah... yeah, uhh...” He draws a deep breath and looks back up at Donna. “Got that list?”

Donna gnaws at the corner of her anxious grin. “Oh, yeah. I’ll text it to ya.”

Dean nods and pushes out of his barstool. The brothers find their boots and coats in the front closet. As they walk out the door, Donna calls from the kitchen.

“Oh, and Dean? When you get back, you need to help me find that mistletoe.”

The screen door slams shut behind them, and Sam laughs.

Chapter Two

Please don’t leave without telling me what you think!

[myloversgone]

What Happens in Vegas…

Summary: Dean and Donna are in a relationship and, when they go to Las Vegas on vacation, she makes a decision that can change everything…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Warnings: +18 story! Do not read if you’re underage! Smut, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, little tiny bit of angst and body insecurities. Post series finale. 

Word count: 7,100~ (I’m sorry I have no self-control)

A/N: What inspired me to write this story was Briana Buckmaster’s Instagram post about JIBCon 2023. I used her photos for the header. I hope you enjoy it! 

A/N 2: This story can be read both as a one-shot or as a sequel to On My Way To You. Your choice ;)

A/N 3: I don’t own the song lyrics or the gif I used in this story. If you’re the owner of the gif, let me know and I’ll happily include the source. 

MY MASTERLIST

Since Chuck was defeated, monsters got more rare and hunting became more of a side job for the Winchesters than their main activities. For Dean, that also meant he got to spend more time with Donna.

They’ve been together for almost three years but, for most of that time, they would be away from each other for long periods. With the defeat of their biggest enemy, Donna kept her work as a Sheriff, while Dean became a mechanic, taking jobs mostly in restoring classic cars, and going on hunts from time to time.  

With his job being the more flexible one, Dean would usually go to Donna’s place so she didn’t have to ask for days-off and vacations all the time.

One afternoon, Donna got an early shift; the last one before her long-awaited vacation. She managed to take 15 days off, and she planned to spend each and every second of them with Dean, who had arrived in Stillwater that same morning. 

They didn’t have any specific plans for her vacation but, on the way home, Donna had an idea.

“Dean, I’m home!”, she yelled from the front door as she entered the house.

“Hey, sweetheart”, he greeted, coming from the kitchen to meet her.

“Hey you”, Donna smiled, showing her dimples. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck while his circled her waist, squeezing her body against his and giving her a long kiss.

Donna moaned into his mouth. She would never get tired of kissing him. He was so thorough, so passionate and attentive. He would put his feelings in the smallest kiss, and she could always tell how much he cared about her with the simplest touches. 

The woman pushed her fingers through Dean’s hair. It was longer now, for the first time since she met him and, according to Sam, for the first time ever. After a lot of convincing from her part, he agreed to let it grow a little. Everytime a strand would fall on his face, Donna’s heart leaped in her chest. It was the sexiest thing ever. She didn’t know how he managed to look better with age, but she found Dean sexier now than when she met him all those years ago. 

Dean was also sporting a beard, but stopping him from shaving so often didn’t take too much convincing from her part. All it took was one wild night where he ate her out like it was his last meal, and his scruff left burns on her inner thighs. The morning after, when he saw the marks, he felt convinced enough.

“Dang it, thank goodness I’m on office duty today, ‘cause walking and running around with my pants scratching my thighs would be a pain in the ass…”, Donna mumbled in front of the mirror, checking the red marks while getting dressed for work. She shimmied into her pants and Dean came to stand behind her.

“You know you look damn sexy with these burn marks, right?”, he asked, kissing her neck, exposed by the tight bun her hair was tied into. That day, she ended up getting late for work. 

Now, back in her living room, they broke the kiss, and Dean looked at her with bedroom eyes. “How was your day, beautiful?”

She blushed, like everytime he gave her a compliment. “It went fine, but I was counting the seconds to come home to see you, ‘cause I have an idea”. Donna said, smiling and placing a feathery kiss on his lips. She went past him, in the direction of the stairs leading to the bedroom.

Dean turned around to watch her climbing the stairs, openly ogling her ass. He loved that he didn’t have to steal glances anymore.

“Oh, yeah? And what idea is that?”, he asked, tailing Donna, taking two steps at a time to get to the bedroom’s door with her.

She looked at him over her shoulder, proceeding to take off her Sheriff uniform. “How do you feel about going to Vegas?”.

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Dean loved the idea. It was going to be their first road trip together, the first time he was taking Donna on a long journey in the Impala. She didn’t even try to persuade him to fly to Las Vegas, because at that point, she knew all about his fear of planes. Plus, she loved the idea of being on the road with Dean and his beloved car. 

The whole trip took two days. They stopped in a nice little hotel to get some rest, and three or four times in secluded spaces on mostly empty roads to make out whenever the sexual tension inside the car was too much for any of them to handle.

The rest of the time, they spent singing along to old rock songs on the radio, eating snacks, or chatting. Donna would usually sit right beside Dean, her head on his shoulder while he gently caressed her curly hair. She would fall asleep sometimes, feeling comfortable and safe by his side, but she did her best to stay awake, keeping him company. 

Every once in a while, Donna would get lost in watching Dean drive. The way he owned that driver’s seat, how his long, broad body filled up the space, it was fascinating to her. 

One of those times, Dean caught her looking.

“Why you staring at me, sweetheart?”, he asked, stealing a glance at her, eyes coming back to the road a second later.

“It’s just that- dang it, Winchester, am I the luckiest lady or the planet or what? Still can’t believe you chose me, ya know”, she shook her head, feeling a little emotional all of a sudden.

Dean looked at her again and reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers together and bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “You chose me too, D. You could’ve kicked my butt when I flirted with ya, or I could’ve been just a one time thing for ya, but you gave me a chance when I was deep down in the hunter life. I had nothing to offer and you still believed in me”. 

Donna was again leaning her head on his shoulder, but she turned her face into his direction. “Watcha talking about? You stood by my side every time, during hunts, with my dickbags exes, you showed me I deserved someone good. You’re not just a pretty little face, Dean-o, you’re my guy”, she said, reaching up to give him a quick kiss.

He smiled against her lips, whispering “I love you, D-Train”.

She placed her head comfortably on his shoulder again. “I love you too, Dean-o. ‘Sides, Jody always told me you had it bad for me. I just needed to check if she was right”.

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They arrived in Vegas before it was dark, and went straight to their room to shower and leave their luggage. The plan was to be quick so they could have dinner at the hotel’s restaurant and enjoy the casino. 

They ended up getting late because Dean decided to join Donna in the shower.

After dinner, Donna watched Dean playing poker for a while, then they went to play pool together. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, watching her moving in the tight black turtleneck and blue jeans that accentuated every curve of her gorgeous body. 

There were two guys playing in the other pool table right next to theirs and, apparently, one of them couldn’t take his eyes off of Donna too, Dean noticed. He would openly ogle her ass every time she bent over the table to play.

Donna didn’t seem to notice it. She took playing pool seriously. She wanted to win and Dean was a great player, so she focused on the game and her boyfriend. Also because he looked freaking amazing, and she couldn’t stop looking at him anyways. 

But Dean wasn’t about to let a random dude ogle Donna, not only because she was with him, but also because the guy was being a freak. So when it was his turn to play, he moved to her side of the table, walking behind her and sneaking one arm around her waist, hugging her. Donna leaned against him, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her smile showed her cute dimples, and she returned Dean’s caress, kissing the corner of his mouth. He squeezed her tighter and said “I love you”, loud enough for the guy to hear. 

Dean played and sneaked a glance to the other table. The weird dude and his friend had left. 

Later in the night, Dean went back to playing cards, but Donna wasn’t feeling like it, so she stayed with him for a while and looked around the casino, observing other guests and thinking about what she wanted to do next. In one corner of the room, there was a karaoke machine.

Dean was focused on the game, but he noticed when Donna left his side. He followed her with his eyes. Her back was turned to him while she talked to a woman, an employee of the casino and, when she turned around, she had a microphone in her hands and a playful smile on her face. 

Suddenly, he forgot all about the cards. Donna had a great voice, but she would never sing in public. Only when it was just the two of them. He’d told her she was really good, but she said he was just being nice. So the perspective of watching her sing in front of strangers made Dean feel excited, proud, and aroused, all at once. 

When the song started, he knew which one it was before Donna could even open her mouth.

I love myself

I want you to love me

When I feel down

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me

I forget myself

I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you

I touch myself

As she sang, she ran her free hand on the sides of her body, moving with the rhythm of the music, shaking her head and her hips in an exaggerated but very sexy way, in Dean’s opinion. Cards completely forgotten on the table, he turned his chair around to have a better view of his girlfriend.

Donna put all of her powerful voice and confidence into the performance, eyes glued to Dean while she sang. She was doing that for herself, as an ego boost, just to prove that she could (with the help of a few drinks - baby steps), but it was also for him. Dean taught her that it was okay to speak her mind, to talk about sex and fantasies and how she wanted to be touched; how she wanted to feel. With that song, she couldn’t be more clear.

When the music stopped, the audience applauded and whistled. A few women went to the stage to compliment Donna, and even from a distance, Dean could see she blushed when a woman said “you should be a professional singer!”. When the ladies left, she walked back to him and he went to meet her halfway.

“So”, she started, staring at her feet and smoothing invisible wrinkles on her clothes, “what d’ya think about my performance?”, Donna asked, a dimpled smile adorning her features.

Dean was smirking, green eyes sparkling with delight. “Sweetheart, do you even need to ask? That was fucking awesome and incredibly sexy”, he answered, pulling her into a hug followed by a hot kiss.

She smiled against his lips. “Thank you. It’s true, though”, Donna stated when they broke the kiss.

“What is?”, Dean questioned, intoxicated with her taste.

“What the song says”. She watched his still confused expression. He really was inebriated. “I mean, when I think about you I do touch myself”, she whispered in his ear, standing on her tiptoes.

Dean felt her revelation going straight to his cock. If he hadn’t been already head over heels for her before, now he surely was. 

“Jesus fuck, Sheriff Hanscum, you cannot say those things and expect me to not drag you to our room and have my way with you”, he said, circling her waist with one arm and guiding her in the direction of the elevators.

“Oh, well, I’d say mission accomplished then!”, she giggled, excited for what was to come.

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After the night of fun and games, singing and drinking, they were both a little tipsy and eager to be alone. Their room was on the fifth floor and Dean couldn’t take his hands off of her, not even during the short elevator trip.

When they reached their destination, Donna opened the door and pulled her boyfriend inside. She locked the door and turned around to look at Dean, who was standing at the foot of the bed, hands in his pants pockets, staring at her with the most sexy smile, strands of hair falling on his forehead.

She bit her lip, smiling back.

“I had so much fun, babe”, she said, approaching him seductively. “And you look so very handsome all in black”, she raised her head to give him a kiss, and Dean wrapped his arms around her, taking the moment to run his hands all over her curves again. 

“And you look hot as always, D”, he told her, squeezing her against his chest and lifting her chin to deepen the kiss, thoroughly licking inside her mouth, leaving Donna breathless. She threw her arms over his shoulders, sinking her fingers into the longer hair on the nape of his neck. 

Dean broke the kiss and nibbled and sucked lightly on her jaw, making her throw her head back to expose her neck to him. 

Between kisses and kitten licks, Dean would groan and nuzzle her, as Donna pressed her body further into his. 

When Dean’s hands went under her blouse, she stopped him. 

“Wait, Dean. I wanna take a picture. We both look fancy!”, she asked, excited, releasing him and searching for her phone in the tiny bag she placed on the bed when they arrived. Dean gave her a frustrated look, but she winked at him. “I gotcha, cowboy. We are not done. I just need to register this moment”, the blonde reassured.

She positioned the phone on the small vanity opposite to the bed. Dean came closer, resting his elbow on the back of the chair in front of the piece of furniture. When they were both ready, she clicked the button multiple times. 

Donna checked the photos. “Oh, my, we look too serious! Let’s try smiling, okay?”.

Four or five pictures later, Dean was done with it. “God, woman, my face hurts from smiling!”. His grumpy complaint made Donna laugh out loud, and seeing her laugh made Dean laugh too, which resulted in a cute photo of them with beautiful smiles.

“Okay, I think we have enough pics! Lemme choose one to send to Jody and the gals”, said Donna, stretching her arm to grab the phone. But Dean was faster, and he swooped her into his arms before she could reach it. 

She was laughing in surprise, and Dean threw her on the bed, laying on top of her, watching her amusement with nothing but pure admiration in his eyes.

“Damn, my girl is a bombshell”, he stated, taking in every detail of her, luscious, wavy blonde hair splayed on the pillows, rosy cheeks and dimples adorning her pretty face.

She averted his gaze, blushing with his compliment even after all those years. “Am not”, Donna dodged his comment.

“Yes, you are, baby. Beautiful, hot, sexy, all blonde and perfect and mine”, he insisted. She placed her hand on his cheek, thumb lightly caressing his full lips.

Dean leaned down and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned underneath him and pulled back to take her top off, exposing her black lacy bra to his gaze. She worked on unbuttoning his shirt then, while he kissed the air out of her.

When Donna was done with Dean’s shirt, her hands traveled down to his pants, unfastening them. She could see the bulge of his erection stretching the cloth. Her mouth watered in anticipation. Her boyfriend was beautiful all over, and the excitement she felt the first time she saw him naked never really faded. It was still there, every time he got out of the shower or undressed in front of her. 

But Dean grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. By then, she was only in her lingerie. He had worked fast on removing her pants, eager to feel her skin.

Dean’s mouth went to her neck and collarbone, slowly working his way down. When he reached her breasts, he gently bit the meaty part right above the cups of her bra.

“Mmmm, D, your tits are amazing”, he said, voice muffled while still working his magic with his tongue and lips. “I could spend hours using my mouth on them and make you cum with just that”, Dean looked up at her, green eyes glistening, locks of hair falling over his forehead. He looked devilishly handsome.

Donna moved under him, opening her legs wider to fit Dean’s body in between and, hopefully, get some friction where she needed it the most. “I know you could, cowboy, but not today. You’re killing me here”, she pleaded, already breathing hard.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl”, he teased, releasing her wrists so he could use both hands to take off her bra.

“Want you in me, Dean”, she moaned, and the sight of her bare chest and her needy request made his cock twitch in his pants. 

He desperately wanted to fuck her hard and deep, make her scream and sweat under him, but he also wanted to tease her a little, enjoy her creamy skin and generous curves, get lost on her body, smell her, taste her as much as he could. Dean felt like he could spend his entire life with Donna and never get enough of her. 

“I wanna taste you, sweetheart. Can I?”, he kept going, mouth glued to her skin, releasing her left nipple and leaving it sensitive. He was kissing her navel, with his hands on her hips, arms hooked under her knees to keep her open for him.

“Oh, for goodness sake, Dean, just do it already”, she cried desperately, writhing under him.

He chuckled and kissed her lower belly, right above the panty line. “Do you know how much I love your skin, Donna? How soft you are? How the curve of your hips drives me crazy?”, his fingers were digging onto her sides, his huge, calloused hands holding her, then descending to the curve of her butt. “You’re so fucking hot, it’s unbelievable”.

“Stop teasing, dirty boy”, she asked, taking action this time. She freed her legs and got a hold of him with them, using her knees and heels to pull Dean up and reach his mouth, giving him a passionate, open mouthed kiss. She sucked on his plump lower lip, positioning her arms around his muscular shoulders. Dean still managed to sneak his hand between her legs, pressing over her mound with his palm, long, thick fingers easily finding her center.

“So wet for me, D. So beautiful”, he complimented against her lips. Donna sighed in relief and satisfaction, finally having him where she wanted. Well, she actually wanted Dean to fuck her, to fill her up in that way that only him could, but she wouldn’t deny being pleasured by his fingers, not at all. Especially because he knew exactly how to make her crazy with those massive hands of his.

“Oh, Lord, I need to feel you, Dean. Please, honey”, Donna gave him her best Minnesota drawl, knowing that her boyfriend couldn’t deny her anything when she spoke like that. 

She was right. Dean groaned and stood on his knees on the bed, ripping her panties off. Literally. The lacy fabric was turned into scrapes, making her gasp in surprise and excitement. They’ve been crazy in the bedroom before, but not rip-your-clothes-off crazy. She felt herself getting wetter, knowing that anything he wanted to do would be wonderful.

Dean wasn’t as willing to keep teasing Donna as he was before. She was driving him mad with her little noises and her begging, he was almost sending all the tease to hell and skipping right to the main attraction. She used to be so quiet and shy in bed, that having her leading him on was incredibly arousing. 

When she was completely, beautifully naked in front of him, her perfect wet cunt exposed to his sight, making his mouth water, he thought it was time for him to feel more of that amazing skin of her against his. Also, his pants were way too tight with how hard his cock was.

So he threw what was left of her panties aside and started to unbutton his pants. Donna sat on the bed and helped him with it, throwing the piece of clothing into a corner of the room when she was done. 

She kissed his naked chest and down, putting her mouth right where the line of hair started under his belly button. Dean knew what her intentions were, but he couldn’t take it now. Maybe later, definitely later, but first he needed to taste her. 

“No, no, not now. C’mere”, he pulled her up, holding her chin with one hand and taking her hand in his other one. He guided it to the front of his boxers, making her feel how painfully hard he was.

“Look how hard you make me. Lemme taste you now, lemme do it so you’ll be ready for me”, he said against her mouth, his face inches from hers, his hot breath forming goosebumps on her skin. 

“Yes, babe. Do it”, she whispered in response, squeezing and caressing his cock through the thin cloth. 

Dean gave her one more wet kiss, placing his hand on the back of her head and gently pushing her to lay back on the bed. He remained on top of her and between her legs, letting go of her lips and keeping eye contact while snaking down her body.

He started by kissing her pussy, right below the patch of hair she kept neatly trimmed. Then, Dean used his thumb and index finger to spread her lips and expose her clit, immediately putting his mouth on it. With the first contact of the tip of his tongue, Donna was moaning loudly.

“Ohhh, good Lord in Heaven”, she threw her head back, fists holding the sheets tightly.

Dean moaned, knowing very well how the vibration of his voice would increase the pleasure. He started sucking and licking on the little nub, adding a finger into her entrance right after, heart racing in anticipation when he felt how slick and wet she was. 

He licked her thoroughly, pressing his nose and chin into her, fucking her with his tongue and pushing her closer to the edge with every movement.

It didn’t take long for Donna to come, calling his name and holding onto fistfuls of his hair.

Dean stood on his knees again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while she recovered.  

He removed his boxers, giving her a full view of his perfect body and of how hard he was.

“Jesus H, Winchester. You have no business looking that good”, Donna stated between labored breaths, watching him. Dean chuckled and laid down by her side, supporting his head with one arm and circling her waist with the other to pull her body closer and kiss her.

Donna could taste herself and the whiskey they drank during dinner in Dean’s mouth. She sucked on his tongue, moaning. That man’s mouth was made for kissing, she had no doubt.

He ran his hands all over her curves, enjoying her softness and warmth. He couldn’t help but return to her breasts, giving both a good squeeze and pinching her nipples.

She gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss. “I want you now, Dean”, Donna said, looking right into his eyes, the brown of her irises glistening.

“You have me, baby”, he answered, positioning his body on top of her and entering her slowly, just the tip first, knowing he was not small and even with how wet she was, he needed to be careful to not hurt her.

Dean asked if she was ok, to which Donna nodded, biting on her lower lip while watching the wide head of his cock stretching her pussy. 

He pushed further, halfway through his length, and she shivered, throwing her head back. 

“Ooooh, fuuuck”, Donna cursed under her breath, sinking her nails into his bicep, the feel of him inside of her too good to handle.

“It’s okay, beautiful, I’ll go slow so you can take all of me”, he grinned proudly, making her giggle.

“Gimme more, big boy”, she pleaded, shimmying her hips to pull him deeper.

He finally buried himself to the root. He could feel all of her, her walls constricting around him, increasing his pleasure almost to the unbearable.

“Wow, D, you feel so fucking good”, he said, kissing her again and pulling his cock almost all the way out, just to push it all in again, making her moan and whimper.

“You too, cowboy. You’re stretching me so good, it’s so hot”, she reached down his back, squeezing one buttcheek to take him deeper. At the same time, Dean angled his hips upwards, pressing right into her clit, and she cried in pleasure. 

Crossing her ankles behind his knees, she made herself even tighter, while Dean fucked her deep, long strokes hitting the perfect spot. 

Donna lifted her torso from the bed, arms around her boyfriend’s neck, and kissed him, pulling his plump lower lip between her teeth. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, and Dean softly nibbled her throat and snapped his hips harder against hers, fucking her into the matress. He could tell she was close and she could feel him too, deliciously pulsing inside her.

To make sure she would come first, Dean sneaked his hand between their bodies and pressed his palm over her mound, pushing her clit against his dick and keeping the upwards movements with his hips, knowing it would be enough to drive her off the edge.

“Open your eyes, Donna. Look at me when you come on my cock”, he commanded between his teeth, jaw clenched in an effort to keep going while she hit her peak.

Donna did her best to obey, even through the fog of incredible pleasure she was in. Her pussy tightened and Dean groaned louder. He buried himself impossibly deep and the angle of his hips was exactly what she needed to cum, shaking and trembling under him, digging her nails into his muscular back, her eyes open and boring into his, pupils dilated and face contorted as her body experienced the strong orgasm.

The tightness of her was enough to trigger Dean’s release, and he guided her through her orgasm while he throbbed inside her. He mouthed a throaty “fuck” when it was his turn to cum, flooding her with his warm seed.

Donna could feel Dean’s cum leaking down her pussy, her ass and the back of her thighs. He was fucking her so deep, keeping his cock buried like he wanted to plant his seed into her. She rotated her hips, adding to both their pleasures and milking him dry. Dean panted and grunted, face buried in her neck, and she knew he had an amazing ride too.

Once they were both done, Dean didn’t move, with half of his body still laying on top of Donna, his softening cock still inside of her. He gave a deep, exaggerated sigh and she chuckled, kissing his shoulder. 

“You ok, Dean-o?”, she teased, the hands that were around his neck now descending to caress his back slowly. 

“Oh, yes. I couldn’t be better. I might need a few hours to be back on my feet, though”, he muttered, face still buried on the junction of her neck and shoulder.

Donna chuckled, and decided to keep pushing his buttons. “Oh, ok. I was kinda expecting you to be ready for another round soon. I mean, I could be on top this time-”

Dean didn’t even let her finish talking and he was already holding her waist and quickly flipping them over, so she would be straddling his hips.

Donna left out a squeal and started laughing her ass off. “My lordy, Winchester, I really learned how to win you over, huh?”, she said, leaning down to give him a kiss.

“You know I’d do anything to have you on top of me”, he said after they pulled apart. 

He pushed her long hair out of the way and placed one hand on the side of her neck, guiding her into the kiss while his other hand was running up and down her thigh, the softness of her skin against his calloused palm a perfect contrast.

“Anything?”, she asked, whispering inches away from lips and grinding her center down his cock that, she could feel, was getting hard again.

“Yes, baby. Anything. Anything to watch you riding me, those beautiful tits bouncing just for me”, Dean reached behind her, holding his cock and guiding it back inside her. Donna took him with a sigh of satisfaction. “I wanna appreciate all of you, D. Every perfect inch”, he stated, thrusting up into her as she grounded down, both of them finding that perfect rhythm, that push and pull that would once more prove how they were meant to be together.

“You’re so amazing, Dean”, Donna said, sitting back on him and guiding his hands to her breasts. “You make me feel beautiful”.

“You are beautiful, sweetheart”.

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Her head was on his chest, and Donna drew lazy patterns on the muscles covering his ribs. She always loved the smell of him, but especially right now, when it was a mix of the cologne she bought him as a birthday gift, sweat, and sex. The perfect combination. 

“I love you, Dean”, she bluntly said, lifting her head to look at his face. He’d been toying with her hair, curling the waves between his fingers. He stopped and looked down at her; she was smiling.

He smiled back, thinking that the life he had now was so much more than he ever thought he deserved, that he never thought was even possible. “I love you too, D-Train”. 

She kissed his chest and started to move with the intention of getting up. 

“Where ‘you going?”, asked Dean, not happy with the loss of her body on top of his.

“I’ll be right back, cowboy, just gonna get the PJs I have in my suitcase and-”

Dean interrupted her explanation by moving fast, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her back to him by her waist.

She squeaked and giggled, having been caught completely off-guard this time. “Dean Winchester, whatta hell ‘you doing?”

With her on his lap, he kissed her shoulder and neck, nuzzling and inhaling her scent before answering. “I’m stopping you from getting dressed”.

“Why?”, she questioned, raising an eyebrow and twisting on his lap so she could face him.

“‘Cause there’s no point. I’m gonna undress you again, probably sooner than later. So, if you wanna sleep now, you better sleep naked and save me the trouble later”, he winked at her, and she pushed her fingers through his hair.

“Fiiine”, she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance and leaned forward to give him a kiss before they would lay side by side, falling in a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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Donna woke up in the middle of the night with her bladder so full she thought it might explode. Doing her best to not disturb Dean’s sleep, she got out of bed as stealthy as possible, walking to the bathroom but stopping halfway to steal a glance at her boyfriend. 

He was sleeping on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow. She admired the round muscles on his shoulders and biceps, and how the dim light touched the dip in the middle of his back, accentuating the plain muscles she loved so much. He looked peaceful and so, so beautiful, she could barely believe he was real.

She smiled and resumed her path.

As she was washing her hands after peeing, she got lost in her thoughts, and the resolution to make a big decision settled in her loving heart. But first, she needed to talk to someone.

"Hey, Jack", she called in a whisper, looking up, uncertain of how exactly this thing would work. It's not like she had a personal, direct connection with God before.

Somehow, she knew he was listening, so she cleared her throat and kept going, still in a whisper, deciding it was better to say it out loud than just think.

"Okay, Jackie-boy, I hope things are okay up there and that you're not too busy right now. If you are, you can listen to this message later… or, whatever. Not sure if you have a voicemail or something". She shook her head, feeling foolish but needing to get on with what she wanted to do.

"I just wanted to say that I'm doing something life-changing in a few hours, and I want to ask you to help me with that. I mean, if what I'm gonna do is too crazy, can you please stop me before I do it?", she chuckled and tears filled her eyes.

"I don't think I need to go into much detail, 'cause you probably know what I'm talking about, since you're God and all, so… yeah, if you can just do your stuff and guide me through this, that would be great". Donna took a deep breath and some tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh, and I also wanna thank ya, by the way. Whatever happens- doesn't matter how life goes for me… if- if for some reason Dean and I don't… if we don't get to stay together", she stopped herself, the mere thought of being without Dean breaking her heart into a million pieces. "I just need you to know that I'm grateful for every single second I've spent with him so far. He changed my life for the best and I-", her voice broke in a cry of happiness and fear, all at once, "I love him very much. He's the best man I've ever met". She took another deep breath, closing her eyes and wiping away the tears. 

Donna opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom. Dean hadn't moved, and she really didn't want to wake him up, but she couldn’t help but curl up into his side when she laid down. Without opening his eyes, Dean turned on his side, making space for her and throwing his arm around her waist. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, at peace with her decision and hoping for the best.

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The next morning, Dean woke up to the sight of a naked Donna between his legs, lightly scratching his thighs with her fingernails. When he opened his eyes, she gave him a wet kiss on a spot dangerously close to his groin, instantly waking up his dick.

“‘Morning, handsome”, she sang, giving him another kiss, this time on his pelvis, right above the patch of hair framing his cock. 

“‘Morning to you too, Sheriff. What are you doing down there? Trying to murder me?”, he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“Nah, just wanna put my mouth on ya. Ya know, repay what you did for me last night”, she replied, kissing the root of his hard cock. Even though Dean recognized he had great stamina, the way his body reacted so fast to Donna was amazing even to himself. He felt like he was 20 and horny all the time.

“You don’t have to pay me back-”

She interrupted him by holding his cock and surrounding it with her mouth. Donna moaned and sucked eagerly, placing her elbows on the bed to support her weight and lifting her hips to give him a view of her round, full ass.

“God, woman”, he hissed, enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on him. He lifted his head to take a good look at her, the main character of each and every one of his dirty dreams. 

Donna was being thorough, sucking and licking him like a lollipop, taking him as far as she could, dragging her lips around his dick and using her nails on his belly and thighs, making his breath hitch with every move.

Dean couldn’t help himself, so he reached for the messy bun on the top of her head and undid it, holding her long hair in a ponytail and fucking her mouth while guiding her up and down his length. The noises she was making and the feel of her tongue on the vein on the underside of his dick were driving him crazy. He wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, Donna. Fuck, I’m gonna cum”, he warned after a particularly satisfying thrust, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

She sucked him further down her throat and swallowed, and he lost it, thick ropes of cum filling her mouth. Donna drank as much as she could, enjoying Dean’s taste and scent. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think of how much he helped free her from her inhibitions, showing her how good it was to have someone she could trust and feel comfortable to be herself around. 

Jody was the friend to first point out how Donna’s previous relationships hadn’t worked because the guys were assholes, and not because there was something wrong with her. But Dean was the first man to show her there were good guys out there, and how amazing it was to be treated with respect and love, to make her feel desired and sexy. 

She released his softening cock with a pop and started to get up to go clean her mouth, but Dean pulled her from the foot of the bed, grabbing her butt with both hands while he kissed her, shoving his tongue inside her mouth, finding the mess they made incredibly hot.

He licked and bit her lips gently, squeezing her buttcheeks and giving a light slap, making her gasp and hum. 

“God, baby, that was so dirty and sexy”, Dean said, hugging her waist with the intention of keeping her on top of him, but she shook her head, laying on her side of the bed and patting her chest, signaling that he should be the one covering her.

He accepted, placing one leg between hers and making himself comfortable on her breasts. Half of his body was on top of hers and they just stayed like that, in silence for a few minutes. Dean was listening to her heartbeats, while Donna was caressing his hair lazily, watching his post-sex doziness. His eyes were closed but he was awake, she could tell by his breathing. That seemed to be the right moment to put into action the plan she “discussed” with Jack during the night. She took a deep breath, gathering the necessary courage. 

“Dean?”.

“Hmm?”

“‘You awake?”

He chuckled, his deep voice resonating in her chest. “Yes, sweetheart. Ready for another one?”.

She giggled and shook her head. “No, that’s not it. I mean, duh, of course I won’t deny another round, but that’s not what I was going to ask”.

Dean lifted his head a few inches and tilted his neck to look at her. “What, then?”

She looked down to meet his eyes, the clear green making her heart skip a few beats. Donna opened her mouth to speak and blushed deeply, unsure of where to start.

Dean looked worried. “What is it, D? Something wrong?”

“N-no! Everything is perfectly fine! Peachy”, she assured, voice higher than normal. 

“Okay, so tell me”. Dean waited, watching her face.

“Well, the thing is… I love you. You love me. I mean, you do, right?”, Donna asked, suddenly unsure, regardless of Dean having repeated many times how much he loved her. 

“I do, Donna. I love you so freaking much”, he smiled, stretching his neck further to give her a kiss.

“‘Kay, so we love each other, we’ve been together for a while now, we’re here in Vegas… Oh, shoot, Dean, what I wanna ask is if you wanna marry me!”

He stared at her in silence, his mouth opened in shock.

Five seconds later Donna was on the verge of tears, sure that he would say no and/or laugh on her face.

But Dean smiled, and the smile reached his eyes, showing the wrinkles that she found so adorable.

“Are you seriously asking me to marry you in Vegas? With Elvis as a minister and everything?”, he questioned, the playful smile still there.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, just answer my question or I think I’m gonna have a heart attack”, she pleaded, frowning a little and bracing herself for the blow.

“And you really thought I would say no to that? Me, Dean Winchester, say no to getting married in freaking Las Vegas?”

It was Donna’s turn to just stare at him, not quite following if that was a yes or a no. Her mind was blank, her insecurities taking over.

“Ask me again, Sheriff”, he said.

“What?”, she shook her head, sure she didn’t understand his request.

“I said, ask me again”, Dean repeated, reaching for her face and lovingly caressing her cheek.

“Okay”, she took a deep breath. “Dean Winchester, do you wanna marry me?”

“I do, baby. I would love nothing more than to marry you”.

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Later that day, after they left the chapel as husband and wife and went to celebrate over burgers and beers, Donna sent a few pictures to Jody. Some she kept only for herself and Dean, so they could look at them every once in a while and relive the memory of what happened in Vegas.

THE END

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[blondie20000]

Deonna Fic Collection

Link to the fic is in the title below.

Sweet Treats (Smut, One Shot)

Summary

Dean brings Donna a box of donuts.

[seaavery]

Chapters: 17/21 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donna Hanscum/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Donna Hanscum, Original Female Character(s), John Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Childhood Trauma, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Possible Child Abuse (Psychological), Dean Grew Up Too Fast, Canon-Typical Violence, Therapy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mild Smut, Neglected Dean, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Panic Attacks, Smut, Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Dean Winchester Deserves to be Happy, Dean Winchester Deserves Nice Things Series: Part 6 of Dean in Therapy Summary:

Dean embarks on the hardest therapeutic journey yet as he begins to discuss his dad.

[chrissdollie]

movie night (jess mariano x gilmore reader) ♡.｡.:*

a/n: just letting you know before you read, i wrote this at like 10:30, i was super tired and i did not proofread 😭 i’m just trying to get this out tbh. also this is kinda just bc i may not be able to get out chapters 5 and 6 for iwmflyb this week. ik it’s not billy but maybe i’ll do something for him tmr wc: 1.4k

“rory! where’s my white sweater?” you yelled to your sister. you walked out of your room and ran downstairs to her room. “can i give it to you tomorrow?” she asked with puppy dog eyes, pouting. you folded your arms in her doorway. “why tomorrow?” you raised an eyebrow. “dean’s coming over tonight.” rory told you , getting up from her bed. “hm, okay. as soon as prince charming leaves, i’m stealing it back!” you sassed. rory stuck out her tongue at you in which you did right back.

then a knock was heard at the door. mom forgot to get luke to fix the doorbell, so everyone had to knock for now. “coming!” you yelled. you ran out of rory’s room to the door. you opened the door to reveal a slightly messy jess. “oh, hey.” you greeted. this was very random. “oh, hey back.” he teased. he welcomed himself into your home and walked to the kitchen. “wait why are you here?” you followed.

he took off his jacket and put it on the back of a chair. “i thought we were hanging out today?” he stated, confused. “no, you’re coming over tomorrow, silly.” you walked over to the fridge and took out a chocolate pudding. “dessert before dinner? naughty, naughty.” jess joked. “shh.” 

“your mom won’t mind right?” he questioned slightly nervously. 

“mind what?” you replied with a mouthful of pudding. rory came out of her room in a rush but stopped in her tracks seeing jess. “um. what’s he doing here?” rory folded her arms and tapped her foot. “hello to you too. i’m great, thanks. how are you?” jess spoke sarcastically. “you guys are bad hosts.”

you ignored jess and turned to rory. “jess forgot that he was coming over tomorrow instead of today, ror.” you explained. “you mind of we change it to today?” he wiggled his eyebrows. “no! dean is coming over today and i don’t want you to ruin it.” rory whined. “how would i ruin it?” he responded highly offended. “yeah, please tell us.” you quipped.

“by being… jess!” 

“now that’s a great answer if i’ve ever heard one.” you giggled. “i mean it though, dean doesn’t like him, he doesn’t like dean. you see the pattern?” she tried to convince you. “oh hush, you.” you silenced her, turning to face jess. “sure, you can stay. as long as you bring us the goods from Luke’s.” you ordered, standing taller. “i’ll go get them right now.” he winked.

rory rolled her eyes as soon as he left. you put your spoon in the sink. “why are you being so mean today? you’re friends with him!”

“okay, i’m sorry, but dean really doesn’t like him. i just don’t want him to ruin anything between us.” she confessed. “MOMMY! RORY’S HAVING BOY PROBLEMS!” you yelled very loudly. “shut up!” rory grinned, laughing. “NO IM NOT!” she yelled back upstairs.

the thudding of lorelai’s loud boots was heard as she ran into the living room. “spill it, sister.” she sat down excitedly. rory turned back to you. “he’s bringing Luke’s! i think it’s a pretty fair deal. and it’ll be like a double date!” you reasoned. “oooohhh. a double date!” lorelai’s eyes shone brightly like a cartoon character. “well fine, but what am i supposed to tell him? ‘oh, hi dean! do you mind if your least favorite person on earth joins us for our very romantic date tonight? thanks!’” she overdramatically acted out. 

“ooh, ooh, i’ll be dean!” lorelai turned her chair. she furrowed her brows and her voice changed to a deep tone. “oh no way, rory, i repeat, NO. WAY.” you giggled at your mother’s impression. 

“he doesn’t sound like that!” she tried to hide it, but rory couldn’t help grinning. “just don’t tell him.” you simply put. you nodded while rory scoffed. “whatever you say.” she walked back into her room. lorelai looked at you.

“she seems excited.”

the first knock of the night was heard at 7pm. “knock knock!” rory went running to the door hoping it was dean first. but she was disappointed as it was jess instead with a box. “food!” rory cheered, grabbing the box from him. “thanks.”

jess closed the door and stepped inside. you were spread on the couch with a soft blanket on top of you. he walked over to where you were and bent over to kiss your head. “someone looks cozy.” 

“i am.” you grinned. “what are we watching tonight?” he asked sitting on your feet. “Donna Reed!” rory yelled from the kitchen. jess rolled his eyes smiling. “that’s not a movie. this is supposed to be a movie night.”

“whatever. she still deserves to be seen.” you sat up and leaned onto jess’ shoulder. “dean says he’s gonna be here in five minutes.” rory announced walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. “ooh, ooh!! you should hide and scare him.” you giggled mischievously. 

“no, that’s a terrible idea. that’ll make it even worse for him.” rory sympathized. she wasn’t wrong, dean would probably get super mad. “fine.” you shrugged. it’s alright, there will always be next time!

the second knock of the night was heard a few minutes later to which rory got up to answer the door. “hi, dean.” she leaned up to kiss him. he walked in and gave her the tub of ice cream. “what flavor did you get?” you asked him, shouting. 

he chuckled and walked into the living room. “hey-“ he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw jess’ face staring back at him. he turned to rory. “wh- is this some kind of joke?” you could see the anger starting to rise.

“y/n wanted him over tonight. he said he’s going to behave.” rory soothed, handing you the ice cream and sitting down on the couch. his mouth formed a straight line when jess gave his little wave. 

dean walked over and sat next to rory with his arms crossed. you gasped. “neapolitan!” you cheered. jess grabbed a spoon from the table and dug in with you. “what are we gonna watch?” dean questioned, taking some popcorn. “donna reed.” you and rory answered simultaneously.

“what’s that?” he manspread on the couch. “i’m sorry, what? you’ve never seen it?” you exaggerated, putting a hand to your heart making jess grin. “that’s a sin.” rory gasped. “that’s a cruel statement.” you quipped.

“so it’s like a show?” he asked, smiling softly. he was slightly nervous with jess being here. part of him didn’t know how to act. “it’s more than a show. it’s a lifestyle!” rory boasted and turned to you. “it’s a religion.” you pointed with your spoon and a mouthful of ice cream. rory nodded with you.

“oh jeez, can you put it on already? i’m dying over here.” jess groaned dramatically. you stuck your tongue out at him and pressed play.

“bye dean!” you waved goodbye after watching a few episodes of the great donna reed. rory was quite upset, though. jess fell asleep on the couch while you guys were watching so you decided to leave him there for a few minutes to talk to rory privately. “how could he like that kind of stuff?” she whispered. “i think he just meant that the idea of a wife cooking for her husband is nice.” you reasoned.

“but i don’t think he understands the time period. what it was like for women at this time, you know?” she continued whispering. you nodded your head in understanding. you think she was being a little extra, but you kept that to yourself. “i’m tired i’m going to sleep.” rory kissed your cheek and walked to her room. “nighty night!” you whisper yelled.

you crawled onto jess and he shifted over slightly. “jess,” you shook him slightly. “wake up for a sec, babe.” you needed to quickly make sure he was allowed to sleepover without luke going into a frenzy before you could sleep comfortably.

you could hear him awakening from his slumber. “yeah, what’s up? you okay?” he sat up quickly. “i’m alright, are you able to sleepover?” you asked, rubbing his arm. he nodded and laid back down, bringing you with him. he stroked your hair as you covered yourself with the blanket. “goodnight!” you kissed his neck before snuggling into him. “goodnight y/n.” 

you sat up all of a sudden. “my sweater!” you whisper-yelled out. “huh??” jess hummed. “i need to get my sweater back from rory!” you got up and ran down the hall to her room, slamming her door open. jess chuckled to himself. “I WANT MY SWEATER BACK!”

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Sleep Without You

Title: Sleep Without You

Song Inspiration: Sleep Without You by Brett Young

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen, Mary, Jody, Donna, Charlie

Word Count: 2,082

Warnings: Reader gets drunk, fluff

Author’s Note: This story is not canon compliant because I prefer my characters alive and happy.

“Do not make us come in there and take her, Dean,” Jody says through your bedroom door. You throw your head back and laugh from where you’re standing over the bathroom sink. Dean rolls his eyes from where he’d been watching you get ready. He walks over to the door and pulls it open with a dramatic huff.

“I’m not holding her hostage,” he tells the small group of women he finds waiting. Jody looks past him and you stick your head out of the bathroom.

“I’m almost ready. Sorry,” you apologize. Donna looks between the two of you suspiciously.

“There was definitely some hanky-panky going on here,” she says. Dean rolls his eyes again and walks back over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. You laugh but blush despite yourself. She wasn’t wrong. The second Dean had seen you in the little red dress, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Honestly, I’ll meet you at the car in five minutes,” you tell them. Eileen laughs and nudges the two other women down the hall, sending a wink back at you before she disappears herself. You quickly slip into a strappy pair of matching red heels and can feel Dean’s eyes still on you. “Stop.”

“I’m not doing anything!!” He says, defensively.

“No, but you’re thinking about it,” you laugh. Standing to your full height, you hold your arms out and turn in a slow circle. “Alright. How do I look?”

“Too damn good,” he compliments. You smile as you step over to him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Don’t get to see you all dolled up like this too often. Without it being for a case at least.”

“I know. This is actually so…normal,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “A bachelorette party.”

“Can’t believe they’re actually getting married,” Dean muses.

“Little Sammy’s all grown up,” you tease, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “Least this time he got my blessing.” You laugh and shake your head. “You should go before the search party comes back.” Leaning down, you give him a quick kiss.

“Don’t wait up,” you tell him. He laughs lightly and gives your hips a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t party too hard,” he says. You can’t help but laugh again.

“The party consists of the bride-to-be, myself, your mother, two officers of the law who might as well be your mother and your aunt, and a lesbian. I make no promises,” you say as you run a hand through his hair. He gives you a smile and shakes his head.

“Sammy and I will work on the bail money,” he jokes.

“Much appreciated,” you laugh and take a step back for him to stand. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you tenderly. The two of you stand there for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Y/N!” Mary calls your name as she comes down the hallway.

“Whoops! They sent the big guns this time,” you say, stepping away from Dean. He laughs as he follows you to the door and leans against the frame, crossing his arms.

“Be careful. Have fun,” he says as Mary takes you by the elbow. You wink back at Dean and give him a wave as you stumble along behind his mother.

***

“Don’t wait up.”

Those had been your instructions to Dean. He had tried to follow them. He knew you all would be out late so he made a valiant effort to turn in for the night around 12:30. The scent of your shampoo on the pillow next to him was too much to bear.

At 12:35, he made his way back to the library and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Sitting back in one of the chairs, he pulls his phone out and smiles at the picture of you grinning back at him.

At 12:40, Sam wanders back into the library. He pauses when he sees his older brother. Dean looks up at him and chuckles.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” He asks. Sam shakes his head as he walks over and sits across from Dean who pours a second glass. “What was it for you?” Sam swirls the glass slowly and cuts his eyes up at his brother.

“She usually plays with my hair while I go to sleep,” he admits, a bit embarrassed. Dean smiles and shakes his head, taking a drink. “You?”

“Pillow smelled too damn much like her,” he says, as though it were completely obvious. Now it’s Sam’s turn to shake his head.

“What happened to us?” He laughs. Dean shrugs, glancing back at his phone screen. “I mean…I’m getting married in a couple weeks. What?”

“Nah. I always saw that for you,” Dean says, looking at his younger brother. Sam gives him a skeptical look. Dean shrugs in response. “Hoped for it at least. You deserve it.”

“Just not with Becky?” Sam asks, trying not to smile.

“Eileen is a much better choice. Hands down,” Dean laughs. Sam laughs as well.

The two brothers sit in silence for a little while, each taking sips from their respective glasses. Sam watches his brother pour himself another glass before finally speaking again.

“You deserve it too, ya know,” Sam says simply. Dean looks at him curiously. “Your relationship with Y/N. Being happy and…and loved.”

“I haven’t done a thing to deserve Y/N loving me the way she does,” he says. Sam frowns but Dean gives him a smile. “And yet she keeps on doing it anyways.”

“I understand that,” Sam agrees, raising his glass slightly. Another silent moment passes as Sam gathers the courage to ask his next question. “Have you thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” Dean asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Marriage,” Sam says, making some elaborate, grand gesture with his hands. Dean laughs at Sam’s awkwardness and looks into his glass again.

“I was about ready to ask Mom for her ring but, ugh…someone beat me to it,” he says, smiling at Sam now. Sam’s eyes widen quickly.

“Oh!! Dean, I’m sorry,” he rattles off quickly. Dean laughs and holds a hand up.

“It’s fine. You got to it first, fair and square,” he says, standing and walking across the library. He stops at a lockbox sitting on one of the shelves and quickly puts in a combination. Sam watches his brother, curiously, as Dean removes something from the box. “Had to hustle a hell of a lot of pool but…” He walks back to his seat and holds up a simple but beautiful diamond ring. Sam stares it for a moment before looking at his brother, wide eyed.

“How long have you had that?” He asks. Dean shrugs, examining the ring between his fingers.

“Bought it about two weeks after you asked Eileen,” Dean recounts. “I’d been thinking about it for a while. Almost asked Mom, like I said. I just wasn’t sure if Y/N would go for it. What we have now is one thing. Marriage is whole other one. Then when you asked Eileen…I could see it in her eyes.”

“That was months ago. Why haven’t you asked her yet?” Sam questions.

“Didn’t wanna feel like I was just copying you or trying to steal anyone’s thunder,” Dean explains, going back to the box. “I’ll give it a little time. Let you and Eileen have your moment. Then I’ll ask.”

“Neither of us would care. We’d be thrilled for you both,” Sam tells him. Dean smiles and shrugs, putting the ring away again. He closes the box and relocks it.

“I’ve waited this long. A few more weeks won’t hurt,” Dean says. Sam smiles a little and nods as Dean comes back to his seat. Dean stretches and looks at his phone again. “Now, the real question…is when are you two gonna make me an uncle?” Sam sputters on his drink, quickly setting the glass down. Dean roars with laughter as the door to the war room opens up.

“Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play…and the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate…but I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake…shake it off, shake it off…” You, Eileen, and Charlie all come in singing together, arms around each other. You all three stumble through a few very uncoordinated hip shimmies.

“Dear God. They are wasted,” Dean laughs. Mary runs around in front of your small choir and heads you off at the stairs.

“A little help?” She calls down to her sons. The two brothers get up quickly and make their way up the stairs. Sam wraps an arm around Eileen’s waist and starts to help her down the stairs as she giggles. Mary assists Charlie who grips the handrail as the room starts to spin on her. You cross your arms as Dean comes over to you.

“I told you not to wait up,” you scold him. He laughs and shakes his head, hands coming to rest on your hips.

“I tried, promise. Turns out I just can’t sleep without my girl,” he says, pulling you closer quickly. You let out a squeal as you stumble and fall into him. Before you have a second to process what’s happening, Dean scoops you up into his arms and starts to carry you down the stairs.

“I could have walked,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck. He rolls his eyes at your protest.

“You wouldn’t have made it two steps,” he teases. “I’ll put you down if you want.”

“No!!” You exclaim, tightening your arms slightly. He laughs and nods.

“That’s what I thought.”

“These three,” Mary says, pointing between all three of you. “Are not allowed to go out drinking again.”

“Herding cats?” Sam asks. Mary scoffs a laugh.

“Cats would have been easier,” she says. Dean looks down at you and smirks.

“Did you not behave for Mom?” He asks. Your shoulders bob up and down as you smile at him coyly.

“Why? You gonna punish me?” You ask with a wink.

“Oh my God,” Mary mutters, quickly leading a still dizzy Charlie towards the hall. Dean laughs wildly as he goes to follow.

“You’re gonna be so hungover tomorrow,” he says. He glances back at Sam and finds Eileen gently running her fingers through his hair. “Sleep tight, little brother.” Sam looks up at him and smiles.

“You too.”

Dean carries you down to your bedroom and tosses you on to the bed, eliciting another squeal from you. You kick off your heels as he goes through the dresser, finding one of his old t-shirts you’d claimed ages ago. He helps you change out of your dress and into the shirt with ease. You fall back onto the bed with a huff and close your eyes.

“Hold on,” Dean says, going into the bathroom. He comes back out a second later with a makeup wipe and sits next to you on the bed. You giggle as he gently and carefully wipes your makeup away. “What’s so funny?”

“Big, bad, monster-killing, Dean Winchester is taking my makeup off for me,” you tease. He rolls his eyes.

“You’d be pissed in the morning if you woke up with all this still on,” he says. He takes extra care around your eyes before finally finishing. “There.” He tosses the wipe into a nearby trash can.

Dean lays down on the bed next to you and you immediately roll over to face him, moving into his side. He lays an arm across your waist, pulling you even closer. Kissing your hair, he breathes in your scent and sighs. You giggle again.

“What now?” He asks.

“You love me,” you say. Dean laughs softly and nods, pushing your hair from your face.

“Yea, I do,” he agrees. You break into a wide grin as you close your eyes. “In fact, I’m gonna marry you, Y/N.” You giggle again and nod.

“I get to be the bachelorette next time,” you say. He laughs again and kisses your forehead.

“Mom’s gonna be thrilled.”

The next morning, Dean has aspirin and water ready by the bed for you when you wake up. You remember nothing from the majority of the night before, especially anything from when you all returned to the bunker. But when you catch the bouquet at Sam and Eileen’s wedding and see the look on Dean’s face, a fragment of a conversation comes back to you.

I’m gonna marry you, Y/N.

***

Forever Tags: @roseblue373

Jensen Tags: @call-me-mrs-winchester

[1000roughdrafts]

Supporting Characters x Reader Master List

Lots of stuff in here - Gabriel x Reader, John Winchester x Reader, Rowena x Reader, Charlie x Reader, Donna x Reader, Crowley x Reader, and more (general/no pairings)

Remember that there are some 18+ explicit works, so please heed all warnings!

Gabriel X Reader

💘Coffee Shop ~ fluff, Gabriel is very much alive and just full of surprises, isn’t he?

John Winchester x Reader 

Mini Series xx 

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back ~ flangst, kissing; Y/N and John have always had a cat and mouse chase type of relationship, where one runs and the other chases, and vice versa, but typically fall into a Dom/Sub type of relationship. John is tired of the games and when Y/N realizes she wants something more she’s too little too late. 

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back (2) ~ 18+, smut

Wayward Women x Reader 

Charlie x Reader 

💖Confessions ~ one shot, flangst, heavy topics; You were best friends with Charlie since elementary school. One day, she just vanished. During the years you spent without her, you went down a dark path that brought you onto a road of addiction. Now she has returned to spend a day with you and talk about all the years that have passed without each other.   

Rowena x Reader 

💖What Happens During Research ~ fluff; no plot, just silliness 

💖 You Look Yummy ~ 18+ 100% smut literally nothing but sex

Donna X Reader 

💖Don’t Leave Me, Not Again ~ flangst; When a hunt in Minnesota goes awry and the Winchester’s go silent, you ask your ex-girlfriend, Donna, for help

Crowley x Reader

One Shots xx Both 18+ / Explicit

Hush -  unprotected vaginal penetration, oral sex (female receiving), BDSM, this isnt ddlg but it kinda has that vibe, a bit of an OOC Crowley,

A Night With The King - Request from Anon: Can I have Crowley flirting with a v nervous and quiet reader? Maybe w a splash of Dean jealousy because he’s been pining after her forever?

General:Supernatual x Reader (no pairings) 

💛Cop Car ~ (Dean, Sam, Reader) Drabble; reader stole a cop car and Dean wants to drive it. 

💛Saving Dean ~(Dean, Reader, Sam) imagine 

💛Live and Let Die ~(Sam, Dean, LittleSister!Reader) angstish,fluff; After years of arguing with your older brothers, they finally let you go out and hunt on your own, but it was nothing like what you expected. After killing your first demon, you call them up for some comfort.   

💛Cherry Pie ~ Drabble; Dean loves pie, what else can I say?

💛It’s Time to Let Me Go ~ angst; Raphael has started a war with only one request to end it all: you. Are Sam and Dean willing to let you go to save the world?   

💛Hi Dad ~ Drabble; based off of this prompt -  “She stared at him, holding her favorite teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other. “Hi dad,” she whispered.

💛Little Tree Part One | Part Two ~ Being a sheriff in a small town, you were surprised when a body was found, making it the first murder in over 50 years. The alarm bells really went off when the FBI showed up as quick as they did. Despite your initial thoughts, you were lucky that they had. (completed)  

💛 Coming Out - Request from @the-nb-florist "I was wondering if you could make a brotherly sam and dean where the reader comes out as Non Binary? The Reader is like Fem but they identify more with mass stuff. I just want supper fluff and sweet. Thank you so much!!"

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

[sparklygraves]

Resolutely and firmly I repeated what I said-- "Come to New York with me; I've got the money." I looked at him; my eyes were watering with embarrassment and tears. Still he started at me. Now his eyes were blank and looking through me. It was probably the pivotal point of our friendship when he realized I had actually spent some hours thinking about him and his troubles, and he was trying to place that in his tremendously involved and tormented mental categories.

--Jack Kerouac, On the Road, p. 189

p.s. kudos to the yale prof in this vid for pointing out this heartbreaking gay quote!!! 9. Jack Kerouac, On the Road (cont.) - YouTube

p.p.s. for readers of The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt-- DOES THIS NOT REMIND YOU OF THE TAXI SCENE IN VEGAS??

[memories-king-jaysus1808]

Memories

Hi! I've been writing this fic for almost a year now and I thought I may as well share it on here as well as ao3.

If you have any input or if there's anything wrong with the fic (in regards to warnings and offensive things etc) please don't hesitate to let me know. It isn't beta'd or anything, it's just me and spellcheck.

Updated monthly on the 1st (I was tempted to do an April Fools joke but that felt too mean).

Warnings are in the end notes of chapters when they are needed. Please read the tags too, there are some triggering topics.

It is Destiel and Saileen make an appearance as well as Claire/Kaia and Jody/Donna. I was very self-indulgent with the relationships...

Hope you enjoy!

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5

Prompt from @thesassywallflower​​​​ for @spnfanficpond​​​​ Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday. 

Chapter tags/warnings: this is where we get our explicit rating

Chapter WC: 3800 of sweet, sweet lovin’

Author’s notes: It’s been at least 10yrs since I’ve had anything approaching all-night sex, so this was particularly fun to write. This chapter is inspired by a post @brrose-apothecary​ shared with our Slack group re: vanilla sex. It is also dedicated to my most favorite past sex partner, who was the living, breathing embodiment of erotic cliches and without whom I would be sadly lacking in experience with multiple orgasms before ever even seeing his dick.

This is also fucking hilarious and apropos to this chapter. Dean’s about to turn 44 in this timeline, but peepaw CAN fuck. @stusbunker​

Text divider by @talesmaniac89​.

Donna enters her bedroom whisper-quiet because she’s walking on a cloud. She doesn’t bother to close her door; Dean will do it.

“Claire loves her fuzzy socks,” she says over her shoulder, setting a couple of water bottles on her nightstand and clicking her bedside table light to low.

Claire picked the socks Dean had chosen from the dollar store on her first try. She immediately pulled them and threatened bodily harm to anyone who tried to steal them. Dean looked so proud.

When Donna turns, she finds him hedging the foot of her bed, brushing his fingertips along the sapphire-blue chenille throw. His chin is dipped into his chest, and his brow is gently furrowed.

“You sure about this, Donna?” he asks quietly, to the point instead of small talking about white elephant gifts. He looks up at her, keeping his chin close to his chest.

If you asked a dozen people what they love about Dean Winchester, they might say he’s brave, charming, heroic, handsome, or loyal. Donna does love those things about him, but what she loves the most, what she’s always admired and held close to her heart, is that Dean is genuinely kind.

She loves that he’s gentle. He doesn’t take the easy way anywhere, and not just because he’s hard on himself but because he will always do what he thinks is right. And, right now, like many other times before, in a time of his own self-doubt, he gives Donna hope.

“I said earlier that I wanted to take things slow, and I meant it.” She nods and swallows. “I meant- Dean, I want you. I want this. But I want it for real, to take our time and... savor it.”

Dean’s eyes light up, and his lips twist from an uncertain pout to a brash, toe-curling smirk. He straightens to his full height before swaggering his way around the bed to meet her where she stands.

“Hmm, I think I know what you mean,” he says. Donna’s mouth goes dry because they’re toe to toe and her bed is right there. “Kinda like...”

Dean cups her jaw in his giant hand, resting his thumb over the hollow of her cheek as he descends so slowly, she might scream, before finally kissing her for the third time that day.

This one might burn her alive.

He moans as he unhurriedly slides up against her, wrapping his free arm around her waist and lifting her to her tip-toes.

Donna drapes her arms around his neck as she kisses him back. Her body aches from her lips to her core and out to the tips of her fingers and toes. It’s the kind of ache she hasn’t felt since she was 17 and writhing in the backseat of Paul Evensen’s borrowed Cutlass Supreme.

“‘M gonna be so good to you, princess,” Dean murmurs around her open mouth, and she can’t take it anymore.

Donna lifts her legs to wrap around his waist, and Dean chuckles. He draws his hand from her waist down under her butt to squeeze and smack, then hooks it under her knee to support her, kneeing up onto the bed before setting her down. She looks up at him as she reclines all the way back, and he’s stretching out over her. Her slippers fall to the floor as he wedges himself between her legs.

“We should,” Dean breathes, ducking in to brush his damp, plump lips over her jaw to her throat. “Talk about where- er, what...” Dean huffs and rears back on his haunches, keeping his hands on her, toying with the hem of his big hoodie where it’s riding up her belly.

“Tell me what you like. I want whatever you want.”

Donna exhales and smiles softly at how flustered he is and then shakes her head. “I like you — your hands and lips on me. I want you.”

She feels sort of dumb saying such a simple thing out loud, but judging by how hard he is under his jeans against her thigh and the look in his eyes, maybe it was just the right thing to say.

Dean nods. “Can I put my mouth on you?”

Donna closes her eyes and bites back a whine. If ever there was a dream come true.

“I don’t know how else to say this without sounding like some kind of super slut, but I cannot imagine one single thing you could propose right now that I’d say no to.”

Dean’s face splits with a wide and bright grin. “Lose the hoodie, D-train. And the pants. You’re in for the ride of your life.”

Dean holds her eyes with his and her wrists to the bedding as he kisses and nuzzles his way from her mouth to her hips.

She’s completely bare to him now because the hoodie and pajama pants weren’t enough to lose, and he’s almost as bare as her except for his boxer briefs. She’s all satin curves and soft slopes against him.

Her tits rise and fall with her shaky breath, and her smooth skin ripples over the flex of her core muscles underneath. Dean closes his eyes and brushes his nose and lips back and forth across the soft, lower curve of her belly.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, pressing wet kisses everywhere he can reach.

He releases her hands and drags his fingertips over the delicate skin on the insides of her wrists, grips her elbows and biceps, tickles under her arms without letting her squirm away, and wraps his hands around her ribcage before thumbing her hard nipples. He can’t resist pausing to gently pull and suck at them before continuing down until her hips are nestled in his hands, and his mouth is buried in her soft, wet pussy.

Donna sighs and lets her knees rest heavily over his bare shoulders, and Dean goes to work.

He knows he’s good at a lot of things. He’s rebuilt Baby to new nine times, can wield any weapon ever handed to him with expertise, and he’s pretty proud of his bacon and bleu cheese burger. But his number one accomplishment, in his eyes anyway, is eating pussy like the motherfucking GOAT.

He presses his lips to her half-bare slit. She’s left the top of her mound, the juicy plump that wraps her clit covered in soft closely cropped blonde hair, but below that, her lips are shaved smooth. Dean groans and grinds into the mattress as he licks along the silken, tangy skin.

“So fuckin’ hot.”

He reaches around her hip to use his thumb and forefinger to spread her open. She writhes under him when kisses her, making her jolt across the bed.

He wants her open, to suck and lick every inch of her inside and out. She’s so hot and slick, and it makes him so hard.

“Taste so good, I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.” He chuckles, but it isn’t entirely a tease. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone like this and even longer since he’s had the time to really focus.

“Wait for me, cowboy,” she breathes, bucking into his face. Her other hand drops to his head, fingers twisting in his soft hair.

“There ya go, show me how to fuck your pretty pussy.”

Not everybody likes the way he talks during sex, but Donna sure seems to.

“Dean... god...”

He dips back in to wrap his lips around her hot, swollen clit. She hisses and her back arches off the mattress, so he eases off a bit — feather-light suckling alternating with delicate, broad swipes of his tongue. He uses his arms around her hips to keep her still; he knows what he’s doing and knows she’ll love it.

“So, so pretty,” he whispers, blowing a stream of air across her clit and then licking along its side.

“Dean. Inside.” She wraps a leg around his neck and pulls. “Please.”

He shakes his head free and murmurs, “Not yet,” then slowly swipes his wide tongue from her slick hole to her puffy, pink clit. “But we’ll get there, I promise. We got all night.”

She grips his head again, holding him in place and rubbing up against his mouth. He’s fucking thrilled that she takes what she wants. He wants to watch her do it.

Dean rolls until he’s on his back and she’s straddling his face. When she realizes she’s on top, she pulls the chenille throw in front of her. He wants her to feel comfortable, so he encourages her to use it to her advantage.

“That’s it, rub your slick pussy all over my mouth and that soft blanket over those pretty nipples.”

He helps her settle in place, her tits peeking from the sides, her nipples so taut it makes his dick even harder.

“Ride my face, princess.” He slides his hands up over her wide hips to her waist and under the blanket. She closes her eyes and starts to surge, smearing his lips and chin and nose.

Dean leaves his mouth open, periodically swiping his tongue into the mix as she rasps over his face. When she looks like she’s out of her mind, he cups her tits and pinches her nipples.

Donna shouts, dropping the throw and arching her back. She braces her hands behind her on his thighs, thrusting into his face over and over until she’s coming, gasping for air.

Dean holds her steady and works his way up to sitting. He wipes his mouth with his hand before twisting her half-tied hair in his fist and kissing her.

“You’re so hard,” Donna whispers. “Can I-”

“Mmm,” Dean takes her mouth again, refocusing his hands on her gorgeous fucking skin and curves. “In a bit.”

Donna pouts but doesn’t resist any further.

He half-crabwalks them 90 degrees to the side and up to the pillows. Donna holds on for the ride, giggling, then gasps when he rids them entirely of the throw and captures one of her nipples between his lips.

“Tsk. Pussy’s soakin’ my boxers,” he mock-chastises, pulling and pushing her until she’s side saddle across his lap.

He cradles her head in his palm, fingers twisting in her hair as he slides his other hand up between her thighs. “Drippin’ wet,” he whispers, gliding his fingertips along her seam.

They kiss, and he strokes her like that for a few minutes. He wants to give her time to calm down a little, so he can ratchet her all the way back up again. Finally, he settles upright against the pile of pillows at her headboard, situating her back flush with his chest.

“You make me fuckin’ crazy, you know that? Your mouth and your voice, these tits and your hips. I’m so hard.”

He cups one of her tits to pull and twist one nipple as his other hand slides down her belly back between her legs. He cups her there, too, and swirls his fingers in her mess.

“I could do this all night,” he murmurs before taking the shell of her ear between his teeth.

Donna’s head falls back against his shoulder, and her hands cover his. She spreads her legs wide, planting her feet on either side of his knees.

“Y’want my fingers now?”

Donna nods, rolling her face against his neck.

“Mhmm, good girl.”

He slides his hand down to press his heel over her clit as he slips his long middle finger up inside her. He goes slow because he knows it’ll make her nuts. She’s almost crying when he works his ring finger into the party.

“How’re you so tight, princess?” he asks conversationally, kissing along her throat. “Slick, fat lips hidin’ this tight fuckin’ grip. Can’t wait to get my dick inside you.”

Donna groans and tries to close her legs, but he catches her in time and holds her open with his knees and his free hand. He swipes his thumb across her clit before beginning to deliberately thrust his fingers inside.

She moans, taking the skin on the side of his throat between her teeth to keep from making too much noise, but god, his mouth and hands — his whole body — are doing things to her she’s only ever read about.

He talks the whole time, and that doesn’t surprise her, but it drives her wild. He talks about her body like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever had, he narrates what he’s doing to her, and tells her about his... cock.

Donna’s never been this wet in her life for such a long period of time, and it’s all his fault. She feels like a raw nerve, superheated and naked and open. Every word out of his mouth and every languid thrust of his fingers stokes her higher.

“Listen to how wet you are,” Dean murmurs.

She nods and shudders, squeezing her eyes shut tight. “I’m coming,” she gasps.

He kisses her, letting her pulse around his fingers. Then he’s angling his hand to give her clit a rest as he slides his fingers up to press and caress her g-spot.

Donna convulses against him anew. “Holy f-”

Dean grips her chin and captures her mouth again, arching his wrist as he slams his fingers into her, skating the wide pads of his fingertips over the spongy patch of nerves behind her clit.

“Shh,” he quiets her, then looks down where his hand is working her into another frenzy. “Wish you could see yourself, pink and shiny, takin’ my hand. Jesus Christ, you’re hot.”

Dean, the hottest man alive, thinks she’s hot, and that simple fact sends her over the edge again. She reaches up and back to hold onto the back of his head, whining into his mouth as she comes again, wet.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Dean moans into her mouth.

They both look down between her legs where he’s slowed the thrusts of his fingers into her aching cunt.

Donna’s squirted before but only when she used her most intense vibe and her womanizer at the same time. If she were with anyone else, she’d be embarrassed.

“I’d apologize for makin’ a mess, but this is my bed, and that was incredible.” She sighs, feeling like a bowl of buttery noodles.

“Gimme like,” she pauses, gasping quietly when his fingers slip from inside her, and she’s finally able to pull her legs together. “I’m gonna need a minute.”

Dean huffs a laugh.

Once she rolls to the side, careful not to steamroll his very hard cock, he mutters something about her ass. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him adjust himself as he runs his other hand up the back of her leg and slides a finger along the crease between her ass and her thigh before squeezing and smacking her plump flesh.

Donna drops to her side, facing him. He grins as he pulls the throw over her. “I’ll be right back.” He dips in to kiss the tip of her nose, then stands and quickly shucks his boxer briefs to the floor.

“Could bounce a nickel off that tush, ya know,” she says, making herself chuckle and Dean blush.

He struts toward her bathroom, hair messed seven different ways, broad shoulders, sculpted back, narrow yet strong hips, that phenomenal ass, and powerful thighs. Donna’s never seen a body that defines symmetry as well as Dean’s body does.

“Rest up, princess, ‘coz when I get back, I’m gonna show you the benefits of havin’ an ass you can bounce a nickel off of.”

Donna breathes deeply and closes her eyes, waiting for him to deliver.

Dean fucking loves sex. He loves getting turned on and turning someone else on, then cranking the volume to eleven. He loves getting so hard it hurts until he can finally, blessedly, slide into slick, tight heat.

Sex is never just about coming. The payoff’s great and all, but nothing beats a warm, soft body and breathy moans.

The way she said his name when she came was the best part.

He finds a washcloth, gets it wet, then heads back to join Donna in bed.

She’s curled on her side, her golden waves a mess, splayed around her head, partially covered by the little blanket she had at the foot of her bed before they disrupted it.

She looks up with dark eyes and pink cheeks. Her full lips are further swollen from his kisses, and there are at least two obvious hickeys blooming on her collarbone and one of her perfectly shaped tits.

“You look like a little sex kitten all cozy and fuck-rumpled.”

Donna bites her lip and blushes darker, as he climbs onto the bed and knees over to her.

“Roll over on your back,” he instructs quietly, pulling the blanket away and climbing to kneel between her opening legs. He uses the cloth to gently clean her belly, hips, and between her legs. Her inner thighs are coated, so he pays extra attention there, then he snaps the cap of a sweating bottle of water and hands it to her. “Sit up and drink this,” he says, reaching for his own.

They each down their bottles in less than 30 seconds, and as Dean stretches across her to set their bottles aside, he feels her warm hands wrap around his dick.

“Whatchya doin’, princess?” he asks, sitting back on his haunches as she rises to mirror his position.

“Returning the favor,” she says with a smirk. She spits in one hand and twists that fist down and up his length. “I never knew a cock could be pretty, but if anybody’s is...”

Donna shrugs, and Dean feigns shock.

“Sheriff! Did you just say cock?”

Donna shoots him a look of playful derision. “I can talk dirty, too. Not as dirty as you, probably, but...”

“Honey, keep doin’ what you’re doin’ and lettin’ me touch you, and you can say anything you want.”

Donna shivers when Dean leans in to kiss her.

She’s seen a few cocks in her lifetime — big and small, fat and long, ungroomed and smooth. Dean’s is just what she dreamed when she’d let herself think about it. He’s thick and long, but not so big she’s afraid of it, and he feels like a heavy steel rod wrapped in fine velvet. She wants to swallow him whole, lie back and let him take what he wants.

“I want you inside me now,” she says, surprising even herself.

Dean pulls back and studies her face for a few moments before nodding and licking his lips. “Lay back,” he quietly suggests, and she doesn’t hesitate.

Her hands are open and relaxed on either side of her face as Dean drags his big hands along her open thighs and stares into her. “Condom?” he asks.

“Up to you. I’m on the pill, and haven’t had sex since before Doug was a vampire,” she replies.

Dean blanches almost imperceptibly then nods again. “OK, I’m good, too,” he says as he stretches out over her, stroking himself and spreading her legs open wide with his knees. “But let’s not talk about Dougs. I wanna show you how good my dick’s gonna feel inside you.”

Donna’s eyes roll back, and she moans. “Yes, please,” she whispers.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, guiding the head of his hard cock up and down her wet slit.

Donna opens her eyes as he notches just inside her before stilling and entwining their fingers. He’s braced on one elbow as he starts to push inside another inch, then another and another.

Donna trembles and whimpers, wishing she could open her legs wider, but the burn of the stretch is mouthwatering. She huffs a quiet sob.

Dean lowers his mouth to hers, then pulls back, muttering against her lips. “Breathe, Donna, gonna feel so good.”

She nods, bending her knees, and Dean loops his free arm under one knee. He starts pushing inside again, and she feels every ridge and bend, gliding against her walls.

He grits his teeth and swears. “Good?” he asks.

“So good.” Donna squeezes his hand in hers and wraps her other hand around his neck,

“OK,” he whispers, pulling back and thrusting all the way in. “Oh, fuck yes.”

Donna bites her bottom lip to keep from crying out loud. Dean sets a rhythm, and she holds on tight. She watches his beautiful face change with every thrust. His tongue pressing behind his teeth, jaw flexing, and inside her, his cock pulls every ounce of shiver from her bones to fill her up with heat.

“Dean, you... I can’t...”

He fits so perfectly, filling her so completely — like she was made to hold him inside her.

“Let me, princess.” His eyes bore into hers, and his hips swivel and snap. “I wanna feel you come. C’mon.”

Donna wraps her free leg around his waist, and he slowly pounds her hard. The slap of their skin and the thick drag of his cock make her shake and whine, and then she’s flying apart.

Dean swears above her, railing her through her orgasm and into his own.

He slows his thrusts, luxuriating in how perfectly her tight, velvet pussy squeezes him. He sighs, lowering his damp forehead to hers and brushing her nose with his.

As he reluctantly pulls out of her welcoming body, they kiss, soft and slow.

They stare at her ceiling as they catch their breath, then Dean reaches for her hand. “That was fuckin’ awesome,” he says, looking over at her, letting his gaze travel the length of her body. “Gotcha all messy again.”

Donna snorts a giggle, and Dean’s heart races. He bites his lip as he traces random patterns across her clavicle, then down between her breasts to her belly, finally palming the lower curve of her stomach with a hum.

“You are so gorgeous,” he says, feeling sated but really fucking thirsty. “Need anything? I’m gonna get more water.”

“Just water,” Donna answers with a drowsy smile.

“‘K, go get cleaned up, and I’ll bring ya some.” He winks, rolling off the bed to pull his jeans on.

Donna sighs before doing the same and wrapping the throw around herself. Dean shrugs into his undershirt, backwards and inside out. Donna tries to duck past him as he makes his way to the door, but he snags her wrist and pulls her in for another kiss.

“Be right back,” he says, and she grins.

“I’ll be waitin’, cowboy,” Donna replies before turning toward her bathroom door and swaying her hips because she knows just how to drive him crazy.

“Fuckin’ killin’ me,” he mutters before heading to the kitchen for water.

Chapter Six coming soon...

Please don’t leave without telling me what you think!

[spnhunter4life]

New Story Teaser

As you may or may not know, I'm currently working on a pretty big new fic. It's the kind of idea that I would love to read if I saw a book (or series) with this kind of plotline. I don't know how long it will end up being (not a full book length I'm sure; there's no way I'll get enough smaller scenes in for that) and definitely don't expect it to be on the level of a published book, but I am doing my best to make it as similar to an actual full length book as I can.

That being said, I'm hitting a slow spot right now so I'm just putting this out there as a bit of motivation for myself. I'll feel more pressured to write if I feel like people are waiting for something from me. Anyway, here's a summary of my still untitled fic. I hope it looks interesting to you guys! Please let me know what you think!

(Also, side note: I'm going to be needing a beta for this eventually. I'd even take two or three if that many people would want to. I'm not in any hurry to find one as I have a ways to go still, but if you think you might be interested, send me a message!)

Juliette is on the run. Her whole life turned upside down when she trusted the wrong person with her biggest secret, and now she's just trying to survive. When two strangers come crashing into her life, she couldn't have predicted how much things were about to change again. All of a sudden, things that shouldn't be possible are real and she finds herself fighting not just for her own safety, but for the safety of the new family she's made. Maybe even the whole world.

Set in a world of shifters (no ABO) and featuring a variety of beloved Supernatural characters.

[anon-s-s-k]

So I was re-watching Supernatural. I just finished S10E4 Paper Moon.

And it just occurred to me, why didn't Sam and Dean take Kate to Garth for help? I mean, Kate has clearly been through a lot. She lost her boyfriend, she was transformed without her will and she chose to stay away from her family to protect them, also lost her sister. She is absolutely alone in this world. And she has done a great job at controlling the werewolf curse. The way I see it, she had two places to go. Either and more likely she could've been taken to Garth, and I'm sure he would have adopted her, helped her, taught her so many things. But more importantly she could've had a stable life. Garth would've also made sure that she kept her nose clean, ate animal hearts and not human hearts. He would've been so much more patient with her and made sure she was safe, all while keeping her in line. And in later years she could have been the eldest sibling of Garth's children. After all the show is all about found-family!

Other than that, there could be a chance where she could become a part of the Wayward sisters. She was clearly harmless and being around humans didn't really cause her to get full on werewolf mode or anything. Just imagine the amount of power these women would've held in them, their team being made of 2 sheriffs, 2 hunters, a dream walker and a psychic and then added a werewolf!

I hated how they never had Krissy Chambers meet the Wayward sisters when I saw it the first time. But at least Krissy had her own team.

Kate was alone in the entire world, probably hunted down by another hunter in later years. She deserved much more than that! :(

[sunnys-day]

Keres: hey, your dad called. Said he's coming to visit with Jody and Donna.

*Confused Sam and Dean noises*

Dean: Our dad?

Keres: Yeah

Sam: let me see your phone. *checks ID* oh! She means Bobby.

Keres: Yeah, your dad.

Dean: Bobby's not-

Keres *death glare*: I said what I said. Your DAD will be here soon.

Sam: Keres. Bobby's

Keres: Your dad. I know. Now you better clean out some rooms for YOUR DAD and Moms.

Sam: uh...

Dean: let it go...

[mrcloudjumper]

Supernatural Masterlist

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