#DeanXReader

[wandering-winchesters]

Unspoken Feelings

Summary: What started as simple, comforting snuggles between friends gradually deepens into something more

It started as something simple, something innocent. Just a couple of friends seeking comfort in each other after a particularly rough hunt. You and Dean had always been close—there was an unspoken bond between you, forged through countless battles, late-night heart-to-hearts, and a mutual understanding of the life you both led.

The first time it happened, you didn’t think much of it. You were both sitting on the couch in the bunker’s library, exhausted and battered from the latest hunt. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind the aches and bruises, both physical and emotional. You’d been talking about nothing in particular, just letting the words fill the space, when you suddenly found yourself leaning against Dean, your head resting on his shoulder.

To your surprise, Dean didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you a little closer, his hand resting comfortably on your arm. It was a simple, platonic gesture, one that felt natural, even necessary in that moment. The comfort of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing, it all made you feel safe, grounded.

“Rough night,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

Dean chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You can say that again.”

You didn’t say anything else, and neither did he. The silence between you was comfortable, familiar. You stayed like that for a while, just leaning on each other, taking solace in the fact that, for the moment, you were both okay. It was just a quiet, comforting moment shared between two friends who had seen more than their fair share of darkness.

After that night, it became a sort of unspoken tradition. Whenever the world felt too heavy, whenever the hunts took too much out of you, you’d find yourself sitting next to Dean, letting your head rest on his shoulder, his arm draped casually around you. Sometimes you’d talk, sometimes you’d just sit in silence, but the snuggles became a constant—a small, quiet escape from the chaos of your lives.

Over time, those moments became more frequent. It wasn’t just after hunts anymore. Sometimes, you’d be watching a movie, and you’d find yourself leaning into him, or you’d be sitting at the kitchen table, and he’d rest his hand on your back, just a simple touch that made you feel connected, understood.

You didn’t think much of it at first. It was just Dean—Dean who always had your back, who always knew what you needed, even before you did. But as the weeks went by, you started to notice the little things. The way your heart would skip a beat when his hand brushed against yours, the way your breath would hitch when he pulled you closer during one of your late-night snuggles, the way you found yourself craving his touch more and more.

It was confusing, this shift in your feelings, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on it. After all, it was just Dean. Your friend, your hunting partner, the one person you could always count on. And yet, something had changed. The snuggles that had once been purely platonic were beginning to feel like something more, something deeper.

You started to notice that Dean was different too. He held you a little tighter, his hand lingering on your arm or your back a little longer than before. His touches were softer, more deliberate, like he was savoring the contact. There were moments when you’d catch him looking at you, his green eyes filled with something that made your heart race, but he’d always look away before you could figure out what it was.

One night, after a particularly stressful day, you found yourself in Dean’s room. You hadn’t planned on going there, but when you passed by his door and saw the light on, your feet had carried you inside before you could think twice about it.

Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed, his shoulders slumped, clearly exhausted. He looked up when you walked in, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can’t sleep either, huh?”

You shook your head, feeling a wave of warmth and affection for him wash over you. “No. Mind won’t shut off.”

Dean patted the space beside him, and you didn’t hesitate to sit down next to him, the familiar comfort of his presence already easing some of the tension in your chest.

Without a word, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. The quiet settled over you both, and for a while, you just sat there, letting the silence do the talking.

But tonight, something felt different. The way Dean’s hand was resting on your back, the way his thumb was gently tracing patterns on your skin—it felt more intimate, more intentional than it had before. Your heart started to race, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling it too, if he’d noticed the shift between you.

“Dean,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice just as soft, almost hesitant.

You hesitated, unsure of how to put what you were feeling into words. “Do you ever… do you ever think about us? About what this is?”

Dean was quiet for a moment, and you could feel his breath hitch slightly, like he was trying to figure out how to respond. Finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost vulnerable. “Yeah, I do. More than I probably should.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His expression was serious, his green eyes searching yours like he was looking for something, anything, to tell him what you were thinking.

“What if…” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “What if this is something more? What if it’s not just… comfort?”

Dean’s gaze softened, and he reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “I think… I think maybe it’s always been something more,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “I just didn’t want to mess things up by saying it out loud.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through you at his words. All the little moments, the touches, the way he held you close—it all made sense now.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Dean’s thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his touch so tender it made your heart ache. “We figure it out,” he said softly. “Together. One step at a time. If… if that’s what you want.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. “It is, Dean. It really is.”

A slow, relieved smile spread across his face, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m all in, Y/N. I want this, with you.”

And with that, the distance between you disappeared. Dean’s lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss that was filled with all the emotions you’d both been holding back for so long. It was soft, tentative, but it spoke of promises and possibilities, of something real and deep and lasting.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your foreheads still resting together, the world outside fading away.

“So, I guess our snuggles aren’t so platonic anymore,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Dean chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your lips. “No, I guess not. But I’m okay with that.”

“Me too,” you whispered, your heart full as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close once more.

And as you settled back into his embrace, the line between friendship and something more blurred completely, leaving behind only the warmth of his arms around you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek, and the certainty that whatever came next, you’d face it together.

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[stargazedwinchester]

Womanhood | Dean

Summary: Dean helps to comfort you during your time of the month, without much experience about periods, he tries his best.

This is a little different to the actual request, I hope that’s okay! I’ve tried my best to replicate it though :) Let me know if you want Sam’s/Cas’s version too!

Based off of this request here, thanks!!

Word count: 1,134

Warnings: some swearing, not loads!

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This morning, you woke up with the most unbearable pain, cramps that felt like your appendix had ruptured. You groan in pain, hoping it would subside soon. You clutch your belly and slowly get out of bed. Your alarm clock flashes 7:39am, and you let your head fall. “I love when I have no sleep,” you mumble to yourself, letting out a huff. Looking behind you, Dean isn’t passed out, snoring so loud it would’ve probably woke you up anyway. You hold your belly and walk out toward the kitchen.

“Morning,” you grumble, and Dean turns around from the stove. His face lit up seeing you at the doorframe, your hair a mess and in one of his spare Star Wars t-shirts and your own pyjama shorts. “Someone’s looking rough.” He jokes, noticing you’re not smiling back. “Aw honey, what’s wrong?” He asks, his smile quickly fading. The smell of breakfast hovers over you, like it’s mocking your morning sickness. “I think I’m coming on my period today…” you say, and Dean turns round to face you, letting the eggs and bacon sizzle quietly on the stove. Toast pings out of the toaster at the same time. “Are you sure you’ll be okay for today’s hunt? If you’re in pain, I’m sure Sammy and I will handle it fine.” He genuinely looks concerned, as if you haven’t had plenty of periods before. It hurt like hell, sure, but you could manage just fine. Along with the fact that periods can make you super emotional and/or angry, you were certain it could come in handy when killing a couple of monsters.

“I’ll be fine Dean, honestly. I want to come with you both.” You smile, leaning over the counter top. Dean nods in agreement. “It’s always fun having you around. If you change your mind just let us know, okay?” He shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the stove, plating up your breakfast. “Where’s Sam?” You question, usually he’s already by the table reading his favourite book or getting ready to go out for his morning jog. “I think he went for a shower, I’m not sure.” Dean spins round and passes you a plate with 2 slices of toast, egg, bacon and hash browns. “Wow, this looks really good, Dean. Thank you.” You smile warmly at him, and he returns the gesture.

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Your rapid breathing causes you to hunch over and rest your hands on your thighs, you take a deep breath. “God damn…” you say, looking up at Sam, who’s right in front of you. “What a kill!” You chuckle to yourself, wiping your hair out of your face. You stand up, giving Sam a high-five. “Good job, Y/N. It’s like you don’t need our help.”

“I know, right? I’m just that go-“ “Y/N! Watch out!” Sam cocks his gun and tries to shove you out of the way, a sudden loud bang shocks you as you feel something sharp pierce your skin abruptly. You fall over, Dean rushing to your side. “I’ll cover you, Dean, make sure she’s okay!” Sam quickly checks back at you, noticing blood is pouring out of our calf.

“Fuck. Y/N, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He panics, shuffling over to apply pressure on your leg. He rummages in his pocket for a handkerchief and immediately applies it to your wound, he rushes to whip his belt off and tie it tight enough around your leg to hopefully stop the bleeding. You can practically see the fear in his eyes, and you laugh quietly.

“What’s so funny, huh? Almost dying?” His hands shake, trying to keep the pressure on your leg at all times.

“I’m not gonna die, Dean. It’s just a gunshot. Stop worrying,”

You place your hand on his, and he gazes at you with so much worry. His gorgeous hunter green eyes comfort you, even though he’s feeling the complete opposite. You pull your hand up to his face and caress his cheek, he finally shows some sign of calming down. It’s like his whole body relaxes by just your touch. “I’ve honestly felt worse.” You joke, slowly moving your body to sit up. You wince, feeling cramp in both of your abdomen and your leg. “Help me get up,” you say, and Dean pulls you up, anchoring you from underneath, your arm draped behind his back. “Let’s get you home.” He says, catching his eye on Sam, making his way back inside.

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It had been a few hours since you arrived back at the bunker, you lay across the sofa, clasping your belly as the cramps still hadn't subsided. Your leg, however, had been patched up neatly by Sam, and were given some painkillers for it. It didn't seem to work that well.

"How're you feeling?" Dean pats your foot, walking past the sofa to perch himself on the very little space left on the armrest. "I feel like I've been shot in two different areas," You try to joke, but it only makes Dean glare at you, waiting for a real answer.

"Could you get me some period pads, or tampons, please? Either work," You state, trying to sit up. "Uh, yeah, I can do that. What... size?" Dean looks puzzled, which only makes you smile. "Regular, Dean. Get the ones with wings."

Dean stands up and gathers his thoughts. "Pads with wings. Tampons with wings. Got it. I think." He places his hands on his hips and looks to the ground, then to you. He smiles lovingly. "I'll be right back." He says, before grabbing his flannel and exiting the door.

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An hour or so had gone by, and you hadn't moved from the sofa. your cramps have worsened to the point of also giving you a headache. You hear the door open, then close. Dean's back from the store, and he's got a white carrier bag full of items. "I'm back," He chuckles, "Got you a few things." He walks up to the sofa, laying the bag on the coffee table next to you. "Oh, Dean, you didn't have to..." You trail, as he takes out chocolate, a small teddy bear with a t-shirt that reads 'Get Well Soon' with a small red heart underneath it. He had also bought you the pads that you had asked for, aspirin, fresh bandages for your leg and a small bunch of red roses.

Your smile gleamed as your eyes met his. "You really didn't have to." Your voice almost a whisper, and he moves closer to you. "I know, but I wanted to." He smiles, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

"Thank you." You say, reaching your hand up to the nape of his neck, pulling him in for one more.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Stitches of Trust

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: After an incident in the woods, Dean is the only one who can save me.

Warnings: Attacked reader, knife, blood and lots of it, stitches, swearing, comfort ❤️

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The path beside the bunker was my favorite place to be, the way the sun dipped below the horizon casting long shadows through the trees always calmed me down. It's been a tough week, and this walk was my brief escape from everything I had to deal with.

My feet stopped abruptly when I heard a loud rustle in the bushes. Before I could react, a man stepped out in front of me, eyes cold and menacing. I tried to grab my gun, but it was too late. He rushed forward and pulled me to his chest, knife pressing roughly against my throat.

"Give me everything you got." he hissed.

Panic surged through my veins. My mind raced, but my body was frozen still. When I hesitated, the knife moved down and slashed my side. Pain flared, hot and intense. I gasped and tried to fend him off, to get a head start and run home but his grip on my arm was too strong.

He ripped my bag from my back and shoved me on the ground, another slash landing across my arm. The world blurred as he disappered into the shadows, leaving me there to bleed out.

My hand clutched my side, blood seeping through my fingers, my phone slipping from my pocket. With trembling hands, I tried to call Dean but I couldn't muster up the strength and the phone fell beside me. I reached forward, managing to type out a quick message before the world started to go dark, my eyes shutting heavily. "Help..."

Back at the bunker, Dean heard the faint ping of his phone. He glanced at the screen, his blood turning cold instantly at my message, "Help..."

He stood from his spot as his chest tightened, different scenerios playing through his mind, but he knew he needed to focus, he needed to find me. He grabbed his keys and bolted out the door, muttering to himself, "I'm coming sweetheart, hang on."

He drove frantically, scanning the pathway as he called my name but heard no response. Finally after what felt like forever, his headlights caught a figure lying on the path, bright blood all around it causing his heart to nearly stop.

Slamming on the breaks, he quickly kicked the door open and rushed towards me, dropping on his knees beside my lifeless body. "Y/N! He shouted, panic filling his chest at the sight of my blood covered body. "I'm here, it's okay, i've got you."

My eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice, slight relief washing over me but the pain was still overwhelming. "D-Dean... I.."

"Shh, don't talk sweetheart." he spoke urgently, "Your safe now, I gotcha."

His eyes widened at the sight of the wound on my side, blood seeping out into the dirt below me. Without hesitiation, he tore his jacket off and pressed it to my side to stop the bleeding, earning a hiss of pain to fall from my lips. "I'm sorry, just keep breathing, okay? Stay with me."

My breath came in quick, shallow gasps as the attack replayed in my mind, the fear and pain twisting my thoughts like torture. "I-I couldn't stop him, I wasn't quick enough" I whispered, my voice trembling.

Dean's eyes softened with a mix of concern "Hey, look at me" He spoke firm, but with a hint of comfort behind it. "You did everything you could. None of this is your fault."

He took my hand tightly, his touch warm and steady, "We're going to get you through this, just keep your eyes on me alright? Focus on my voice."

Very gently, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the Impala, every step was incruciating, but I trusted him with my life. He drove faster than I've ever seen him drive, face twisted with concern, hand pressing on my wound as much as he could.

When we arrived, he rushed towards the couch and laid me down, apologizing underneath his breath when I groaned in pain. The first aid kit was placed beside me, Dean's shaky hands pulling out the gauze and antiseptic.

I watched with half closed lids as he cleaned and stitched my wounds with practiced skill, he's done it many times for me before but this time his touch was so gentle, his focus unwavering despite the worry etched on his face.

"It's going to be okay." He murmered, more to himself than to me. "You're okay now, your safe."

I couldn't stop the tears that rushed down, a mix of pain and gratitude overwhelming me. He glanced up, eyes wide with panic as he quickly stopped what he was doing. "Shit, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

I shook my head rapidly and grabbed his hand, pulling it to chest for comfort. "Thank you. For saving me, for being here."

He smiled softly, hand tightening on mine, "Don't thank me. I'll always be here for you, you know that right?"

I nodded and relaxed my head on the pillow, wiping the tears that stained my cheeks. As he finished stitching my wound, he cleaned up and bandaged me carefully, pressing a gentle kiss against my head as he stood up to pull a chair beside the couch where I lay.

He stayed by my side, hand gripping mine tightly while I stared at the ceiling, eyes filling with tears.

"I thought I was going to die out there." I looked towards him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dean's expression softened, his hand moving to my forhead to brush the hair from my face. "I won't ever let that happen." He stated, voice thick with emotion. "I'll always come for you, Y/N, always."

I nodded, tears flowing down my cheeks as I bit my lip. "I was so scared."

He leaned forward, thumb brushing away the tears from my cheeks, "I know. But you're safe now. You're here with me."

"Dean.. can you lay with me?" I whispered.

He smiled warmly and nodded, climbing beside me on the couch before opening his arms and hugging me tightly to his chest. His heart was steady and relaxing, a reminder that I was alive and safe.

As I drifted off to sleep, Dean remained by my side, watching over me with fierce determination. In the quiet of the bunker among the shadows and stitches, our friendship turned to love, forced by trust, care and the unspoken promise that we would always find safety and comfort in each other's arms.

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[wwereaderinserts]

can i request just about anything involving the reader being extremely jealous over dean and any woman, maybe Renee, who he has had to spend a lot of time with lately? doesn’t matter if smut or not, but a lot of angst pls!!!!!!!!

Title: Some Reassurance Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader Word Count: 1,140

“Don’t tell me there’s nothing there between you two. Spare me the bullshit once more, please.”

You interrupt Dean mid-sentence once more, your gaze unwavering and your arms crossed firmly over your chest. Your patience is beginning to wear thin, and you’re sure you’ll combust on the spot if you have to listen to another one of Dean’s bullshit excuses, or him simply waving things off while he spoon feeds you the same rinsed and repeated lines of there’s no need to be jealous and you have nothing to worry about, it’s just work any time you’ve brought up the one specific, glaringly obvious problem to him.

Renee.

Dean swears up and down that she’s just a friend, that they’re just coworkers, that it doesn’t go beyond that. But if that’s the case, why does it feel like they see each other more than you both see each other? Why is there so much fan speculation online about their relationship when it’s more than common knowledge that you and Dean have been together long term? Why is it bothering you this much?

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Dean mutters under his breath, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration before he talks over you, “Babe, there isn’t anything there! Renee’s a friend, we work together! How many times do I need to tell you this before you accept it?!” Dean raises his voice slightly, his irritation now becoming more and more evident the longer the confrontation draws out, but you don’t back down. You continue to stand your ground, gaze still equally as steely as it was mere seconds ago, arms still crossed with your fingertips now gripping your biceps, partly in anger, but mainly in a feeble attempt to stop your hands from trembling with each passing second.

You take a step towards him, one hand flying outwards to jab a wavering finger at him while the other drops down to your side, fist clenched and shaking whilst you will away the angry tears that threaten to spill over your lower lash line.

“Then why the fuck does it feel like you don’t even want to spend time with me, or even have time for me anymore?! You’re always with Renee!”

You scream at him, and when Dean is preparing to interject, you stop him dead in his tracks before he can so much as get a word in.

“No, no. I’m not fucking finished yet. You leave me hanging at the end of the phone for hours on end, just waiting on a text or call back whenever I’m not physically here visiting you! You have no fucking idea how much shit hurts when pictures of you two getting a little too cosy when you’re together end up seeing the light of day. And I see the way you both look in those pictures, Dean. I’m not blind, I can fucking see it.”

Your words hold ample amounts of venom in them, and despite your best efforts, the tears you were fighting back have finally spilled over to open up the floodgate which you know won’t be closing for the foreseeable. Sheer rage has now morphed into heartbreak, and you bare all to your partner.

“It feels like I’m losing you! It’s what I’ve been trying to get through to you, but you don’t want to listen to it! I don’t want to have to feel like I’m constantly competing, like I’m the other person! For fuck’s sake, I just want some reassurance, it shouldn’t be so much to ask for!”

You sob in front of Dean, overwhelmed above all else now that you’ve thrown everything you wanted to get off your chest to him out into the open. You don’t see it, but Dean’s gaze softens entirely at the sight before him, like every single word is resonating with him all at once.

He’s finally seeing just how much this has hurt you, and he resents himself for it.

Dean closes what little distance remains between you both, and to test the waters, he gingerly places a hand on your forearm to gain your attention. Sniffling, you glance up at him while you rub at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, clearing your vision enough to be met with concerned, bright blue eyes staring right back at you.

“It’s my turn to talk, alright?” he tells you, calmly, before he continues, “There’s nothing going on with me and Renee, okay? Never has been, never will be. It ain’t like that between us. She’s a friend of mine. I’m with you, and she has a partner of her own. And yeah, people are gonna think what they wanna think when they see us out in public together, but I love you. Ain’t about to change anytime soon.”

Dean takes a brief pause before he continues, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head while he’s mulling his words over before he throws them at you.

“I see how much it hurt you now, and I fuckin’ hate myself for not listening to you in the first place. I know I should have, and I’m sorry for brushing you off like I have been. But you also see things from my side, right? It feels like you don’t trust me with how you’re acting. I would never fuck you over like that. Never.”

“I know, I…I-I just-” you stammer slightly before you huff out a shaky breath, “I do trust you. I just…miss you more than anything. Miss getting to see you, miss spending time with you, so seeing someone else get to do all that with you, feeling like I’m being ousted out? It hurts.”

Dean nods in understanding, and both of his hands find their way to clasp yours, giving them a firm squeeze. You purse your lips into a fine line as you look at him, awaiting his next response.

“I’d never oust you out, babe. You’re stuck with me, as long as you’ll have me.”

Dean replies, trying to make things lighter in an attempt to shift your mood slightly. Despite his lack of optimism, he still earns a flicker of a smile from you, and his expression mirrors yours.

“And…if you haven’t already noticed, you don’t need to miss me. I’m right here. So…” Dean trails off, gradually leaning in to come face to face with you, “I’m all yours for the rest of the evening. I’m turning my phone off, you have my undivided attention. We’re doing whatever you want to do. Sound good?”

He barely whispers, and he glances down at your lips, asking permission before his eyes meet yours once more. Slowly, you tilt your head sideways before your lips brush together, the promise of a tender kiss imminent.

“I want nothing more than that, Dean.”

[novafics]

l Patching Up l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Talk of death.

Summary: Patching up

Word Count: 445

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Waiting for the boys to get back was always nerve wracking, you would always tag along to the hunts with Sam and Dean, you being more there for the info you know rather than to help physically with the hunt but that is the way you prefer it, you feel like an important part of the team while also being kept safe back at the motel, something that Dean really liked about this whole arrangement. When you first got together 2 years ago his biggest fear was that you were going to get hurt or even worse that he could lose you altogether, but you being in the motel gave him peace of mind.

Whenever the boys left to catch whatever they were hunting always left you on edge, you frequently had nightmares about Sam coming back alone and having to break the news to you that Dean was gone, always leaving you waking up heaving for breath and reaching for Dean who was always there to quell the fear racing through you.

You were currently curled up in your and Deans shared bed waiting for the two to return. To help with your nerves you were dressed head to toe in Deans clothes, the lingering smell of his cologne helping you immensely. 

You weren't lying there for long before both boys returned, Dean looking a little worse for wear but not as bad as you had seen him in the past. Noting that both boys were fine and that the hunt was in fact over you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding knowing now that you or Dean were not in danger and everyone was safe and ok. 

“Come on you, let's get you cleaned up” you announced to Dean practically dragging him into the bathroom with you so that you could clean him up. “Yes ma’am” he replied with a grin on his face, you cleaning him up quickly became his favourite part of every hunt, you taking care of him was always something that brought joy to Dean knowing he always had this much love to come back to.

After sitting him down and cleaning up every cut and scrape he had accumulated you noticed how dirty his clothes actually were. “Take these off and i'll get you some clean ones baby” you told him “if you wanted me naked darling all you had to do was ask '' he replied to you with the biggest grin on his face pulling his shirt from his body. That had you smiling without even thinking. You loved this man, Dirty mind and all, and you wouldn't change anything for the world.

[spnwriterreincarnate]

Virgin!Reader Part 2

Summary: You've got two days to lose your virginity, one man that seems too excited to find you a lover, the other ready to stop you at every turn. What on Earth will you do?

Part One

Just two hours ago the voice of an ancient god started rattling around your head. Two hours ago you found out you would die in two days if you didn’t lose the V-card. No pressure.

“We need to go right now,” Sam was saying, pacing from one end of the room to the next, his hand constantly running through his hair. “You’re pretty, it’ll be easy to find someone to sleep with you!”

“Let’s not rush,” Dean ground out. Unlike Sam, he stayed in one spot, arms crossed, watching his brother pace from one side of the room to the next, eyes dark. “We’ve got forty-eight hours. We can come up with a real plan. Get out of town, bunker down in Bobby’s panic room-“

“This is a god, Dean, not some ghost or demon. We don’t know how powerful this thing is! I don’t think salt is gonna stop a god.”

Sam and Dean kept arguing, Sam in a rush to get you laid, Dean practically wanting to throw you in a nunnery.

“I agree with Sam,” you finally spoke up, stopping the men dead in their tracks. Sam finally stopped pacing and Dean turned his glare onto you. “It’ll kill the god, we don’t know if running away will help. Let’s just go to the nearest bar and I’ll pick someone.” You were defeated at this rate, there was nothing you could do, your only options were to get laid or die.

“Y/N-“ Dean started, shaking his head.

“No Dean. It’s the only option.” His insistence that you not sleep with someone hurt. You always had a soft spot for Dean, sure, you drove each other crazy, but there was love there. Maybe even a little bit more than the friendly, sister-like love you reserved for Sam. But obviously it was one-sided.

“Do you even know what you’d be doing?”

“I’m not a nun! I’ve made out with men, we just never got to the bedroom.”

“Your first time should be good. Those guys won’t know what you want if you don’t.” What was Dean’s problem?

“Dean!” You shouted, face turning red. “I’ve… I mean I have… I know what I like,” you finally finished.

Dean’s eyes were dark and his jaw was set. It would’ve taken a crane to move him, let alone get him to drive you to a bar.

“Dean, don’t be a douche,” Sam finally joined the fight, and on your side! “We may have two days, but who knows what having the god in her head is gonna be like. We need to get her laid and now.”

“Dean,” you pulled in a shaky breath, “this is my life. I’m not risking it because I need an orgasm my first time.”

And then he crumbled. Without so much as a word, he stomped out of the motel and slid into the impala, slamming the door behind him.

Y/N… it was the damn voice again. It almost sounded louder than last time. But at the moment you had bigger fish to fry than the god in your head.

It was a quick, tense drive to the bar. As you walked in, you tried to hide the look of distaste that threatened to come over your features. It was a dirty, smoke-filled bar. Despite it being four in the afternoon at least four different men were drunk.

Dean walked straight to the bar, leaving you and Sam to find a table. “I’ll get the table, you get me five shots of something strong,” you told Sam, pushing him towards the bar.

You’d flirted with men before, hell you’d flirted with monsters before too! But this was different. This was flirting for your life. Flirting to get a man to sleep with you. And boooooy were there slim pickings.

Sam made his way to your table, carefully carrying a tray of shots and liquor. “Tequila,” he said to you, setting the tray down, “and a jack and coke.”

You nodded and solemnly picked up a shot glass. “To not dying,” you cheersed, clinking your glass to his and tossing it back. You shivered at the taste, but quickly took two more shots. A small groan fell past your lips, but you just grabbed your jack and coke.

“Woah woah!” Sam said, grabbing your hand. “Slow it down. At this rate it’ll be illegal if anyone sleeps with you.”

Liquid courage was already settling in, and suddenly the men in the bar didn’t seem so hopeless. “Sure thing, Sammy.”

You and Sam sat back, drank, and surveyed your options. “That one?” You asked, tipping your glass towards a man at the bar.

“No,” Sam scoffed. “He’s like fifty and miss teeth.”

“Oh.” You looked at the man for a moment, head tilted. “Maybe all those shots was a mistake.”

“Ya think?”

“I’m gonna get a water,” you decided, getting up from the table and making your way to the bar top. You gripped it right, helping you stay up straight and not topple over.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Dean muttered, apparently next to you.

“Dean,” you groaned, now throwing your arms onto him to steady you. Much better than a bar top. “There’s nobody here to bone.”

“Maybe we should’ve listened to my plan after all,” Dean said, turning slightly in his seat to look at you.

“Dean, my way will take out the god. No more people die!” One of Dean’s hands settled on your waist, stopping you from swaying any more.

“I’m just worried,” he finally admitted, eyes on you.

Your drunken mind couldn’t come up with a response.

Y/N… so beautiful. A deep voice rumbled through your head, making you squint your face in confusion.

“Did you say something?” You asked Dean.

“No. Was it Hitzo… whatshisface?”

“Oh! Yeah, probably,” you laughed out loud at your forgetfulness. “I bet he’d bone me. He thinks I’m pretty.” An accomplished smile spread over your features.

“Anybody here would bone you,” Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just go back to the motel. Your not getting anybody like this.”

You were in no state to argue.

It felt like time skipped and suddenly you were at the motel, in bed. “Did I do it?” You mumbled, head heavy on your pillow. “Did I get laid?”

“No, sweetheart, V-card intact,” Dean said, sitting next to you on the bed. “Drink some water.”

You took the glass from him and forced some water down. Too much dribbled down your jaw, but you barely noticed. “Thanks. Nighty night.”

Dean had barely wrapped his hand around the glass, before soft snores were falling through your lips.

***

You felt your dry mouth before you opened your eyes. A groan tore from your lips as you forced yourself to let the motel light into your eyes.

“Mornin’, champ!” Dean called out, making you wince in pain. “Here, got you a breakfast burrito.”

Suddenly something warm and wrapped in greasy paper lanes in front of you. The smell both made you want to vomit and made your mouth water. “Thanks.” You sounded like a man, like a man at death’s door.

The rest of the morning was slow. Sam came back to the motel at some point, apparently having gone out to do some recon.

“I might have found someone for you,” Sam said, setting himself on your bed.

“Jesus Sam, let her wake up,” Dean groused, moving to the other motel bed, creating a little circle so you could all talk.

“We’ve barely got more than twenty four hours,” Sam scoffed, “and I think you’ll be most comfortable with this guy.”

“Oh, sure, super comfortable with a total stranger she’s never met.” Dean’s attitude was pissing you off.

“Just tell me about him, Sam,” you pleaded.

“Okay, well, uh, this guy provides a service for women and part of it can be sex,” Sam had on his analytical voice, but that didn’t hide what he was actually saying.

“A prostitute?” You choked out, eyebrows raised.

“Escort!” Sam quickly corrected you. “And this guy has great reviews and can be here by dinner time. And, get this, he even regularly helps people lose their virginity. So he’s an expert!”

“Well, good try, Sammy, but I think we all know that’s not gonna-“

“Okay,” you interrupted Dean, “let’s set it up.”

“What!” Dean shouted, making you recoil from the loud sound.

“Jesus Dean, volume!”

“How is this a good idea?” He demanded.

“Because I’ve got no other options!” You all but yelled. “I’m hungover and dehydrated and I need to get laid so I don’t die!”

Y/N, join me. Be my Queen…

“And this voice just keeps saying creepy shit to me!” You added.

“Just wait until the hallucinations,” Sam said, oh so unhelpfully.

“Fuck off. Call the escort.”

“This is so stupid,” Dean muttered, standing up and stomping out of the motel room. The slamming of the motel room was a shot through your head.

“What the fuck is his problem?” You were the one about to die. You were the one who had to sleep with some rando. You were the one that had a hangover.

“He’s just being Dean,” Sam assured you, phone to his ear. “Hey! This is-“

And then you tuned him out, rolling over on the bed. It was gonna be a long day.

Eventually you were able to force yourself out of bed and into the shower. You decided to shave, well, everything. By the time you left the bathroom you felt human. Hell, you even felt up for losing your virginity.

“He’s clean, right?” You asked, sitting in the motel with Sam, watching the clock tick down. T minus two hours until escort boy showed up.

“Oh, yeah! Always wraps it up and even sent me a copy of STD tests. I wouldn’t put you in danger.”

“God this is so fucking weird,” you groaned, throwing your head back.

Y/N, you will be my sun and I will be your moon.

“And this fucking god is so weird.” Just as the words left your mouth, you were suddenly no longer in the motel room, but floating through space. You couldn’t feel the motel chair under you, couldn’t hear anything. You were in total blackness, the twinkling starts your own sign that you weren’t dead.

And just as quick as it started, you were back in the motel room, the chilly air causing goosebumps on your skin. “What. The. Fuck.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“I was in space! I was here and then I was floating in space!” You’d jumped off the seat, eyes wide in panic.

“It’s the hallucinations!” Sam assured you, also standing and holding out a calming, steadying hand to you. “They start once you’re down to twenty four hours.”

“Jesus,” you were still breathing heavily, but starting to calm down. “I hope that escort’s early.”

Sam’s phone went off and he quickly answered it. “Dean?” You tried to listen in, but Sam walked away from you, listening intently to whatever Dean was saying. “Are, uh, Are you sure?”

“What?” You whispered, motioning to Sam to put the phone on speaker.

“Okay, yeah. I can do that.” Another pause. “Yeah, now.” And then he hung up.

“What did he say?” You asked, watching as Sam grabbed his jacket and bag. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to, uh, help Dean with an idea,” he said. “You stay here. Wait for the escort. Call if there’s any issues.”

And then Sam was gone.

“Well fuck me too,” you grumbled, flopping onto the bed.

Nervous energy filled you. Laying on the bed wasn’t an option. You paced back and forth, hands wringing in anxiety. You’d tried on several outfits, but you didn’t exactly keep anything sexy with you on the road. You ended up just settling on jeans and a tank top. No bra. What was the point?

A knock on the door practically made you shout out in surprise. You were more nervous than you’d thought. “Coming!” You called out, wiping your sweaty on hands on your jeans and rushing to the door.

You pulled in a deep breath, and pulled the door open, painting on a bright smile.

That smile was quickly replace with a confused look. “Dean?”

You quickly took in the man standing before, Dean Winchester standing before you. He’d ditched the brown leather jacket or something a bit smarter, a bit more form fitting. He held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

“Can I, uh, can I come in?” His uncertainty made you uncertain, but of course you let him in.

“Dean, what’re you-“

“I need to get this out, or else it’s gonna kill me,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you sleeping with a random person, don’t want you sleeping with an escort. I want you to be with someone that cares about you and will take care of you. And I think it should be me.” His eyes finally met yours, a million emotions behind his green eyes. “I want it to be me.”

“Dean, I can’t ask that if you,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“It wouldn’t,” he assured you, dropping the flowers and whiskey onto the table and standing in front of you. He gently held your hands in his. “I want to save you.”

“I don’t think I would be able to go back,” you whispered, scared that if you spoke too loudly he’d come to his senses. “Once I’ve had you… it’d hurt too much.”

“I’m not asking you to go back.”

You stared at Dean for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds. “Promise?”

“Always,” and then his lips were on yours, soft, warm, needy. That was all it took for you to jump in, to give 100% of yourself to Dean Winchester, the man who made your blood boil and heart race.

And while the excitement of having Dean all to yourself, or knowing he’d still be yours tomorrow, was forthright in your mind, one small fear was screaming in the background.

You were going to lose your virginity to Dean Winchester.

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Still Got it

Summary: Dean wants to prove that he's still got it, even after a particularly damaging hunt. 

Pairing: middle-aged!DeanxMiddle-aged!reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, blood mention, lightly attempted sexy times, mention of violence

Word count: 900+

A/N: I was laying here thinking "Man, when's the last time I wrote some Deanxreader?" As an original Dean girl turned Gaddy girl, I had to write my wrongs. Here's the song I used in the fic. Enjoy!

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis @sheinthatfandom

There's something so special about the sweet, sweet embrace of a bed after a long day. Warm blankets, soft pillowy surface, and –

“Fuck!” you wheeze as your stomach collides with the bed. You turn on your back, biting back a scream before turning onto your side. No relief. No goddamn relief no matter which way you turn. The one good and true constant, that being the comfort of your bed, is ruined because you just HAD to get thrown against a brick wall tonight. You remain stone in your place as the door to your motel opens, listening to the new thump-drag rhythm of Dean's walk. Honestly, it's a wonder his ankle didn't break during his reckless pursuit of the fiend that took a chunk out of your stomach. "So," you begin, grazing your fingers over the floss keeping your stomach wound shut, “That sucked,” you grumble against the pillow. Dean grunts in return, and you look up, watching as he fiddles with the TV.

“I hurt in places that I forgot existed,” he says as he flips through the channels.

“Lay down with me,” you coo, wincing as he turns to you. It's hard to say who got the worst of it. Yes, you're fucked up in your own right, but seeing just how messed up your boyfriend's face is makes your blood boil.

“What?” he asks, gesturing to himself. “Can't stand my ugly face?"

"Not ugly just...bloody," you say, clenching your teeth. 

“So I'm still hot?” he asks. You cock an eyebrow, slowly turning onto your back.

“They'd have to hack your face off with a cleaver to ruin that handsome mug,” you say, closing your eyes.

“Your horrifying compliments always get me goin',” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. He flips through a few more channels before finally landing on a channel playing old music. “You know what? Prove it.”

“Huh?” You cock an eyebrow, watching as he slowly begins rocking back and forth. He unbuttons his pants, swaying his hips as he pulls them down his thighs. When he bends a bit too far, he lets out a pained wheeze, quickly kicking out of his pants.

“Show me just how hot I am,” he says through clenched teeth. You stifle your laughter as he slowly raises back to his full height with your eyes trained on his muscle-clad legs. Even after getting flung around like a rag doll, the man is gorgeous.

C'mon and hold me

Just like you told me 

You watch as Dean shimmies his shoulders, rolling your eyes as he passes you. He limps every step of the way, a hint of a wince crossing his face every time he puts weight on his foot. 

Then show me

What I want to know

Sucking in a deep breath, you lean up on wobbling arms, trying to hide your pained groan with a giggle. Your back throbs rhythmically, a gentle reminder of your bout with that damn vamp only hours ago. As Dean pulls his top off, you come back to the moment. You whistle, clapping your hands as he twirls the shirt over his head. “Wooo shake it!” you howl, gaining a wide grin from your boyfriend. He begins crawling up the bed, wincing as he rests an arm by the side of your head. Long scrapes coat his arms, different shades of purple and blue lining them “Come here baby,” you say, voice a near whisper.

Why don't we steal away

Why don't we steal away

Into the night

He begins slowly lowering down, the fatigue in his arms taking away any chance of him holding his own weight. In a split second, he's collapsing on you. The screams and groans coming from you both are sure to get neighbors complaining. Quickly, you push him off of you, and he rolls to the side, curling into himself with a stifled groan.

“I'm startin' to think I lost my mojo,” he says, chuckling breathlessly.

“Or we're getting too old to keep having our asses kicked,” you retort, gaining a look of faux shock in return.

“I'm aging just as good as Baby,” he grumbles, turning to you and pressing a kiss against your lips. He jerks his head away from you with a hiss, holding a hand over his split lip. “Almost as good," he adds in a whisper. 

“We just gotta buff out the dents,” you say, hand grazing over his cheek.

“You can't get enough of insulting the love of your life, can you?” he grumbles. Though you try, you can't stop the laughter from coming. He smiles in return, scooting closer to you with a huff. "Maybe I'll let Sammy go solo next time --" He buries his head in the crook of your shoulder -- "He's still young and spry," he adds groggily. 

"Hate to break it to you, but those luscious locks are starting to grey out," you say, rubbing a hand over Dean's shoulder. "So, maybe we all slow down a bit. Let the youngins do the leg work," you say. After a few moments of silence, you look down, a content smile spreading across your face. Dean's breathing slows, his body slumping against yours as sleep overtakes him. Though the weight of him on your shoulder makes your muscles scream for relief, you decide not to move him. 

[creativityiskey]

I need help friends. I remember reading this fic where basically the reader is pregnant with Steve’s baby but he decides to go back in time to be with Peggy instead. He returned a few years later to discover the ready and Bucky are really close and he has a kid. It’s a second person pov. Please help!

[darkwinchesters]

Faded Love

dean x reader

Authors Note; just a little bit of Dean being a dad cause it’s adorable and some angst cause who doesn’t love some angst?

Warning: angst, kinda bits of smut? Not sure it would be considered smut. deanxreader. daddeanxmomreader

“Y/N, you are going to be hella drunk!” Sam exclaimed, as you threw back another shot of whiskey. You watched as the elder Winchester sauntered over, a paper in his hand. He smacked it onto the table, uncovering an 10 digit number. With a name signed below.

“I guess I got plans” He announced. Undoubtedly, proud of winning yet another girl’s number. The countless amount of women who fell intoxicated by the older Winchester’s allure was ridiculous, you looked up to see Dean still going on about his lustful encounter.

You hastily averted your gazes as he caught you staring at him for a bit longer than you should've been.

“Well, I reckon I should get going. Don’t wait up for me.” He flashed a massive grin, before patting you on your shoulder as he prowled towards the blonde girl who had lent her number to him. “You like him.” That was when you became conscious of the other Winchester, who was sitting back and interpreting your body language. “Uh, no, Sam…You do know Dean is 15 years older than me, he is basically like an older brother to me.” You defensively reply, causing a scoff from the younger brother.

“Y/N, you're 22. There's nothing wrong with that, and I can see the way you look at him.”

Dean was flirting his ass off with the young woman, you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“You feel uncomfortable when Dean flirts with women right?” Sam questions, well it was more of a rhetorical question. You both knew the answer. You did. It made your skin crawl, you ignored the feeling, hoping it would disappear.

This was the first time you thought about it, did you develop romantic feelings for Dean Winchester? You instantly shook your head, not wanting to acknowledge what Sam and your mind knew.

_____________

Stepping into the motel, Sam wobbled against the wall trying to balance himself as his slender, figure searched for his bed.

“Ironic how it was you who ended up becoming more drunker than me?”

“Y/N, very funny-“ before he could finish the sentence, his face hit the pillow as he soon started snoring.

“How can one sleep so quick?” You grumbled as you trudged into the bathroom to change into your PJs.

_____________

The fluorescent moonlight shone through the curtains as you made out a thud of boots on the motel floor. Your hand instantly searches for the knife under the bed. “Y/N? You awake?” His voice had the familiar deep tone but with a whiff of uncertainty.

“Thought you were with your latest fling” You sat up to lay against the headboard, as you could hear Dean shuffle closer to your bed. Your eyes slammed shut as you recalled your conversation with Sam. It wasn’t true. You knew you couldn’t let it effect your relationship with Dean.

“Uh, no. I needed to just...clear my head.” He confided, ever so quietly.

“What’s wrong?” You couldn’t see his expression as the room was pitch dark, besides the faint glimmer of moonlight on the corners of the curtain, outlining his silhouette.

“I am tired of this. I see kids with their parents then I see our lives, me and Sam’s. Why did we not deserve a childhood?“ He sighed. You could feel one side of your bed go downward, as you presumed he sat down.

“Our child hood shapes us into becoming the person we are today and maybe Sam is doing alright, but what have I done? I am the same person who ruined Sam’s chance of a normal life.”

Your vision adjusted to the dreary darkness, as you were able to snag a glimpse of his facial details. “Hell No, Sam is the amazing person he is today because of you. Not because of your parents. You had to be both your Mom and Dad for Sam. I think that shows how well you did in your life. You took care of your baby brother.”

He exhales. “I’ve been doing the exact same thing since years ago. I haven’t changed, huh?”

“Well, besides the whole stopping the apocalypse, the darkness and saving peoples lives on daily basis? No, you haven’t but why would you want to? You’re a hero in many peoples eyes, Dean. Sam, Cas, me…I could go on.” While rambling on you had overlooked the way his eyes bore into you.

“What?” Your head tilted to the side, as you paused for a response.

“Shit, sorry for rambling on…” You cover your face in embarrassment.

“No-“ He removed your hands from your face, as he stroked your cheeks as lust-filled you both to the brim.

His Eden green eyes were now inches away, the small specks of various shades of green was more visible, you could also spot the tiny freckles scattered over his nose like a constellation in the sky, as if on cue you bit your lower lip as his jade eyes drop to your lips as he raised an eyebrow.

Before you could come to terms with everything, his lips crashed onto yours as the scorching heat between your legs evolved into an inferno. You parted your lips, deeming him entrance.

“I can’t-“ He stands up, trying to create distance between you and him. You both notice Sam stir in his sleep, Dean gestures you to follow him out of the Motel.

He shut the Motel door as he walked to the impala.

“I can’t, Y/n.” He was holding a beer bottle, he had probably got it from in the motel just now.

He took a sip letting it roll down his throat. You could see the conflict across his face, the way his jaw tightened. His eyes shut, avoiding looking at you.

“I don’t get you. You kissed me. I-“ You were confused, your mind was saying no yet your body told you otherwise. This feeling residing in you was always there. It just got awaken. You had the urge to taste him, let him touch you everywhere. Yet, you couldn’t. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Y/n, the 15 year age gap says other wise.” He takes another sip of beer, now his eyes focused on you. The desperation visible.

“Whatever, you know- screw you!” You snap as you walk back to the motel, the tears streaming down your cheeks.

_____________

The next few days went by, you and Dean pretended as if everything was normal. It was like that night never occurred.

It didn’t last though. One night, you were looking into the police database. Sam was visiting the family of the victim, while Dean was at the bar yet again.

“This is going to be the death of me.” You say to yourself as you hear a sound of keys clattering, the room door swung open.

“Hey.” The older Winchester nods, as he walks towards you.

“How’s the research going?” He asks.

“You know, usual…” You state bluntly.

“I saw Sam, the waitress seemed like she was going to take him home.”

“Oh, okay.” You release a sharp breath. ‘It’ll be fine, it’s not like you haven’t been in a room alone with Dean before.’ Yet, your mind was running with thoughts which could take place. Which you craved to take place.

“You know, a break will not kill you, kiddo” You snap out of your thoughts. ‘Kiddo’ the nickname Dean used when he wanted to remind himself and you, that you were a kid to him.

“Whatever you say…old man.” You bestow a forced smile to the older Winchester, causing a eyeroll from him.

“You know what? I think I’m going to go out.” You stand up, closing your laptop. Dean’s eyes perched up.

“I’ll come with you.” He provides a plastered smile.

“Sure.” You grab your bag as you take it to the bathroom.

A few hours later…

Your hands were against his chest as You felt his heart racing. “You sure you want this?” He murmured, his forehead resting on yours. “Yes” was all you could make out, as your knees buckled. That was enough for him to pick you up, in response your legs soon wrapped around his torso, not breaking from your kiss. He carried you over to his bed, yours was a bit too close to Sam’s. He lay you onto his bed as he proceeded to touch you in places you hadn’t let anyone feel in a while.

“D-dean...” You softly whimpered as you leaned back against the pillow, feeling him go deeper as his hands gripped onto the headboard. He gazed as you covered your mouth to muffle your moans as you both climaxed.

_____________

A week passed, as you and Dean did not bring up what transpired that evening. The day after, he had brought you to your bed. You were hurt that you were merely a one night stand to him, you often get attached to men you shared your body with so quickly. Perks of having an oddly normal childhood for a hunter.

You and the boys had just finished a hunt when you arrived at the motel. The boys decided to buy some takeout, you were too exhausted from the hunt, and agreed to wait at the Motel.

As you walked into the dingy motel, you quickly scampered to the bathroom. Grabbing two small boxes from your coat pocket.

_____________

“Ok, it’s time” you gulped as you glanced at the pregnancy tests laying on the bathroom sink.

Positive. Your body froze as you struggled to take a deep breath only resulting in your breath stutter as tears trickled down your cheeks. “No, no-“

The sound of the motel door open, caused you to flinch. You listened to the boy's footsteps as they were conversing with one another.

“Y/N! We got food!” Dean shouted.

“I am just going to clean up and get changed and I’ll be out!” You retorted, the bathroom door was the only object between you and the father of your unborn child.

“Okay”

“If Garth can have a normal life, don’t you think we could” You could hear the subtle inkling of hope in Sam’s voice as he implored, idly anticipating for his brother’s response.

“We are different. Normal will never be in our picture and strangely enough, I am okay with it now.”

“But, Dean. Don’t you ever wonder, what if we have kids…”

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Dean stopped him.

“No. Frankly, I don’t want kids. It’s better with no kids.”

The tears you’ve been holding back, streamed down your face as you couldn’t hear what they were saying. By impulse, your hand went to reach for your stomach.

After a while rendering an effort to fix your puffy eyes. You unlocked the bathroom door. The Winchesters were waiting for you as the take out bags were on the far table.

“God, I am starving.” You blurted, making an effort to suppress your distress.

Luckily, you managed to fix your puffy eyes. So, they did not notice.

A few days later, you were at the Motel researching a case, while the boys were talking to a witness. ‘This was it’ you told yourself as you shoved all your clothes into a small bag. You scribbled down a note for the brothers as you scrambled outside with your bus ticket in your pocket.

Hell, you felt guilty for not confessing it to Dean but he was determined about not wanting kids, you couldn’t ruin that for him.

_____________

“Alright, Y/N. Got anything on this-“ His sights landed on the note on your bed. “SAM!”

The younger Winchester came sprinting in as he saw what his brother was gawking at.

“Where is Y/N?” There was a hint of apprehension in Dean’s voice. He did not anticipate her to take off. Why? Was it something he did?

Before he could come to terms with what’s going on, Sam snatched the note and began reading it.

“Sam, Dean. I cannot thank you both enough for showing me a life besides the one I saw in my rose coloured lenses. You both made me who I am and I would be eternally grateful for everything but, the truth is, I have been homesick for a while. I craved to live that everyday life, we hunters constantly envied. Yes, the apple pie one, Dean…”

All Dean could do was smile, urging the tears not to subside.

“…I love you both and I wish you all the best. You’re the greatest hunters in this damn world and don’t ever fucking forget that.”

Clenching onto the note as tight as he could, he felt like it would fly away as you did. Sam, watched as his brother yanked his coat, keys and stormed out. The tears fell down his cheeks, he knew how much Y/N meant to them both. It wasn’t going to be easy to move on, but this was what she wished for.

The only thing Dean did was drive. He drove as far as he could. Attempting to elude the twinge residing in his heart. The deprivation of air he felt when he saw the note on your bed. Yet another person abandoned him. He clutched his phone as he dialled your number, doing a silent prayer that you would pick up.

He didn’t hear your voice on the voicemail, it was apparent you broke your phone. You didn’t want to be found, you chose something new and Sam and he was not enough.

_____________

The rain spattered, as you arrived at your childhood home. You stood at the door as it swung open, your father stood there as he tried to comprehend what was occurring. Your mother was behind him, astounded but she oversaw to run over and wrap her arms around you. Your father broke out of his thoughts, as he enveloped his arms around you. You yearned for your baby’s father to be here however the voice in your head said that he was doing better. You couldn’t tell him. It would be another weight on his shoulders.

_____________

5 months later…

“Y/N? Why did you call for me?”

The Angel in his trench coat stood at your bedroom door as he squinted his eyes beginning to place together what’s going on until you unlocked the bathroom door.

“Cas!” You ran over to him, wrapped your arms around him. It took a minute but he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re pregnant.” His eyes instantly saw the bump.

“It’s Dean’s- I must tell him-“ His eyes grew as realisation hit him. You tugged his arm before he could go.

“Cas, you cannot. Please”

“Why?! He deserves to know, Y/N.” Cas took a step back trying to understand why on earth you did not tell the father of the baby.

“Because he told Sam he did not want a child.”

Your gaze fell to the floor when you eventually listened to the thought which was running through your mind. ‘How could I hide this from him?’ you thought to yourself.

“You have to tell him…” the Angel reached for your shoulder, you felt the tears plunging.

“I will but for now, please don’t tell him.”

Cas reluctantly nodded. He knew this was going to be tough but detecting the state you were in he had to.

“Cas, I want you to be my baby’s Godfather.”

“Godfather?” He offered you a puzzled look resulting in a slight smile flashing across your face.

“Like a Guardian Angel.”

“Well, I am an Angel so this shouldn’t be hard.” You giggled softly as the Angel came to terms with his role but you felt a ping in your chest when you realised someone was missing, someone who would despise you after he discovers the truth or perhaps he would be glad to know he was not entangled in this.

_____________

4 years later….

“Dean?” The younger Winchester snorted as his brother shrugged.

“Look, it’s your loss.” He parked the impala in the school car park as he got out.

“The woman has a child.” Sam flung his hands up.

“You don’t like Moms? They’re hot-“ Dean sneered. Sam waved at the chestnut-haired, woman standing in the front of the school. She was one of the latest witnesses of their current case, her ex-husband was the victim.

“Sam! Dean! Thank you for coming” the woman’s voice became slight quieter when she spoke the elder Winchester’s name impacting a slight coy, smirk to form against his lips.

Sam jabbed him as he proceeded to ask questions to Laura Thompson. “Chase!” he spotted on the corner of his eyes a little boy running past him, playing with Laura’s son, Chase. He turned to look properly as he got a decent glance at the toddler. Dean was asking questions to Laura as he turned to glance at Dean and the boy who ran past him.

It was like a carbon copy of his brother. ‘No’ he dismissed to think of such. His mind was playing with him.

Laura’s eyes diverted to a woman behind both the brothers, as she waved the woman to come towards them.

That’s the moment Dean heard the name the woman uttered inflicting a flashback of every moment he could reminisce.

“Y/N”

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“Y/N?” Dean’s eyes were fused onto the person who walked out of his life. He noticed how mature she had become, her hair was twisted up in a high ponytail. His eyes travelled along the path of her body outline. Her curves were enough to melt the wavy dress she was wearing. His mind becomes slightly hazed by the sight of her, he quickly shifts his gaze to the side, attempting to control his feelings.

“I got to go and drop Chase off at my mother’s I’ll call when I am done!” Laura bestowed a dumbfounded Dean a peck on his cheek as she scurried away, carrying Chase with her.

“I-“ you initiated but catching a glimpse of the gorgeous verdant eyes peering right back at you, was plenty to shatter your soul. While you saw Sam tears crumpling his face. “Why-“ Sam began before his sights lay on the little boy walking towards you. Dean eventually broke from his daze, as he saw the toddler, standing near your leg. “He-“

The toddler squealed “I know you!”

“You're my dad” He focused on Dean as your eyes slammed shut as you realised what was arising.

“Mama has loads of pictures of you, she told me you were a superhero saving peoples lives that’s why I never met you.” Dean’s eyes softened to the toddler looking up at him, he was an indistinguishable copy of Dean. It was like glimpsing into a Mirror. The soft freckles sprinkled on his nose, to the green eyes staring back at him. Then there was the dirty blond hair.

You snapped from your thoughts and crouched down to speak to the toddler, who was still in awe.

“Baby, why don’t you get your ball and we can go home?“

“Will Daddy come?” He whispered in your ears but a little too loud as Dean and Sam heard. “We’ll see” you sought to guide the boy away.

“How could you?” Standing up, you saw the agony in Dean’s eyes as his stare followed the toddler walk towards the ball.

“I am sorry. I know. I should’ve told you and I have no excuse-“ he raised a hand to stop you “No! You took away my son! Why?! Why lie?! Why-“ His eyes shut tight, compelling the tears, not to drop.

“Dean, I overheard you speaking to Sam, describing how you did not want a child and you preferred the hunting life and I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want me and him to be a burden to you”

“It was my choice, Y/N. It was my fucking choice.” He hissed as the tears were slipping your cheeks.

“He is right, Y/N” Sam spoke as his sights were fixed onto his nephew playing with his ball.

“I want to spend time with my son.” Dean took a breath, avoiding your eyes.

“Of course. Dean- I am so”

“No. I don’t want to hear what you have to say”

He turned to walk towards the impala.

You turned to face Sam. His eyes were puffy and you could discern the suffering, he felt betrayed. Sam was your closest friend, especially during hunts.

“We- we just did not expect this from you.” He sighed as he walked to his brother. You stood as you felt the misery you were holding for 4 years had erupted and it was your fault.

The brothers stepped back as your son wandered towards you.

Sam and Dean entirely ignoring you, kneeled to speak to the toddler.

“What’s your name?” Dean asked, his question was full of heartache.

“John Bobby Winchester�� he gleamed proudly.

“But my friends call me Jo!” He noted as Dean chuckled.

“I know Grandpa’s name is John.” Dean gaped at the green-eyed boy who was now his entire world.

His little green orbs looked up to Sam as he smiled. “You’re uncle Sammy!” Sam inhaled as the little boy lent him the biggest smile he could.

“Yeah.” He looked at you, as your arms were wrapped around yourself. You stood a few feet away from both of them avoiding hurting them yet again.

“You taking care of your Mama?” Dean whispered to prevent you from hearing him.

“Yes, but Mama misses you,” Jo whispers back.

Dean nods as he glances at the woman standing away from him, her eyes now puffy. He knew she did mention everything to their son but the despair he felt on the reality that she hid their son and did not utter a word to both him and Sam was why he could not let her in.

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You had agreed to Sam and Dean spending time with Jo at your home. You were down in the kitchen preparing dinner when you were startled by the sound of a voice.

“Y/N, Jo is-” It was Sam. He paused, smiling.

“Amazing.”

Sam laughed softly, the distress in his eyes still there as he drifted towards you.

“I am sorry, Sam. I know, I should’ve told him. I had no right. I messed up.”

You stared into his soft eyes as he nodded.

“I am fine but Dean-“ he looked towards the stairs.

“He is-“ He sighed.

“He has every right.” You murmured.

You heard the sounds of creaking as Dean came down the stairs.

“Can we stay?” He inquired bluntly.

“Of course. I have a spare room.” You replied.

He glimpsed at Sam, clearly lending him a look to go to the other room.

“I am going to check on Jo.” He indicated to the stairs as he walked off, leaving you and Dean to pick up the pieces of your tainted relationship.

“Why-“ That was all he could mutter.

“You told Sam that-“

“Yes, but that does not give you a fucking excuse, Y/N.”

He barked as he seized a step towards you. You felt goosebumps form on your skin.

Regaining your voice, you snapped. “Tell me, if I told you back then you wouldn’t have suggested abortion, Dean. TELL ME THAT.”

“I-“ He sighed.

“Exactly.”

“We can’t have a child due to our life. Do you think our child wouldn’t have a cross on his head?”

“I don’t want to give up on my child.”

“OUR CHILD”

“Look, I don’t want to speak to you regarding shit besides Jo.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you.” You felt your heart decline to the ground. He despised you. ‘What did I do?’ You swallowed as you muttered a sentence you soon regretted. “As if you ever wanted anything to do with me before. I was just a one night stand, which you threw to the side.” He halted in his tracks.

He spun around as you could make out his eyes which were crammed with bitterness, the anguish from before had perished into complete animosity.

“No. I pushed you away because I didn’t want my fucking feelings to blow up our relationship. I don’t know about you but I fucking cared about you until- until I found out you hid my son from me.”

He stalked up the stairs as you slumped to the ground. Everything around you was muffled as you felt the tears splattered onto the floor. You lost the one person who you craved for the past few years and it was your fault.

“Mama…” A soft voice snapped you back to reality.

You turned to see Jo standing with his lips quivering as he saw you cry, clasping onto a tissue extended to you. “Jo, what are you-“ Dean caught sight of the scene. Dismissing Dean, Jo sat next to you as he wiped your tears.

“Mama, don’t cry.” He whimpered as he kissed you on the cheek.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s just tired.” You wrapped your arms around him as you felt his silent tears fall onto your blouse.

Your sights lay on Dean. He took a breath as he picked his coat and walked out.

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You were settling in your bed when you heard someone stumble up the stairs. ‘Is it Dean?’ You wondered as you put on a hoodie and opened the bedroom door slightly, you noticed the cut on his lower lip and the swollen jaw.

“Dean..” you whispered, your voice prompted him to turn around, gripping onto the stair bannister.

You sighed. “Come here.”

Too drunk to oblige he tumbled into your room. You helped him sit down on your bed as you quickly went down to fetch an ice pack. You cautiously held the ice pack and touched his jaw. His eyes instantly shut, in comfort. With your other hand, you took care of his lower lip. His eyes opened as he watched you.

“I am sorry, Dean.” You trembled as his eyes concentrated on your face. He saw the fatigue in your eyes as you concentrated on his face.

“I can do it.” He took the ice pack from your hand, soon noticing the Superman cartoon on this pack. He smiled thinking back to how Jo adored Superheroes because he always imagined his dad to be one.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you took a few steps back. “Y/n…” He started but trailed off as he caught sight of your shorts and tank top, you had a hoodie on draping your body. It took him everything not to hold you right then and there but a reminder of what happened, caused him to snap back to reality, “Y/N, I can’t-“

“I get it, don’t worry.” You compelled a smile. He smiled back as he stood up to leave the room.

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You worked as a financial advisor, in a business firm in the city. After you abandoned the hunting life, you eventually graduated while you were pregnant. You knew you couldn’t depend on your parents. Jo deserved the best and that’s what you were going to provide him.

Work finished pretty quickly as you briskly got into your car. It had gotten dark by the time you reached your house.

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“Hello? Anyone awake?”

You tiptoe in as you instantly notice Dean laying on the Sofa as Jo is wrapped around on his chest while Sam was sleeping on the chair.

You chuckle, as your 4-year old’s head pops up.

“Mommy!” His green eyes twinkle in the low accents of the moonlight.

He rises from Dean’s chest as he runs to you causing Dean to wake up.

“Hey, baby. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I wanted to stay with Daddy.”

You smile as he points at Dean who is now fully awake.

“Don’t look at me, it was all you. You wanted to stay awake.”

Jo’s mouth opened like a goldfish as he shook his head furiously causing you to laugh. Dean smiled watching the encounter.

“Alright, I have to take a shower. I’ll be down in a sec. Okay?” Jo nodded tiredly, as you kissed him on the forehead.

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“Jo?” Dean’s eyes widened as he looked around for the 4-year-old. He was nowhere to be seen. He lunged up from the sofa. Rousing Sam up in the process, “Sam! Where is Jo?!”

“He is standing in front of Y/n’s bedroom door.” Sam smiled exhausted.

“What?!” Dean looked up at the stairs discovering his son sitting on the floor in front of Y/N’s room playing with his trucks.

He laughed in relief. ‘Phew,’ he thought.

“What are you doing, Jo?”

“I am standing outside so I can protect Mama if monsters come.” He stood up attempting to act tough, inducing a laugh from Sam.

“I think she can handle herself, bud.”

At that moment, there was a loud thud at the door. Dean glanced at Sam.

“Jo, get into the room and stay with your Mom.”

“Why?”

“I can’t explain but please go inside.” Reluctantly, Jo nodded as he took off into the room.

Dean nodded to Sam to unlock the door, keeping a hand on the gun on the table.

“Ah, the Winchesters.” A demonic voice spoke.

Barging into the room, posed a demon.

“Oh, fuck no,” Dean growled.

He pulled the salt gun and shot it at the demon provoking a demonic howl to cut loose.

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“Mama!!” You heard a squeak as you opened the bathroom door to see Jo nestled in the corner of the room.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You wrapped your arm around him.

“Daddy told me to come here and lock the door.” You swivelled as you heard a sinister scream from outside.

You opened your closet, uncovering a packet of salt you had kept for emergencies.

You spewed a circle as you settled Jo in the middle.

“Baby, you got to stay in the circle.”

“O-ok-“ too afraid to impose he sat in the circle as you gave him instructions to follow. You hoped your baby would have a life without demons but these motherfuckers don’t get it. You kissed Jo’s forehead as you clasped your salt gun and unlocked the door before sprinkling some salt on the bedroom door.

You instantly saw Dean and Sam laying on the floor. ‘What the fuck was this demon?!’

You thought to yourself as you aimed your gun at the entity before firing straight at the bastard.

You watched him shriek, Dean’s eyes widened as he saw you standing.

“Y/N, NO GET BACK IN!”

You aimed for the demon once more as you noticed it moving toward you. Flaring once more, delaying it as you attempted to get the upper hand.

“Hey, you son of a bitch. Don’t you want me?” Dean spat as the demon twisted its head to laugh at him.

“I would preferably want to take your baby mama and your precious son. A Winchester baby is what we need.” Dean coughed as you saw the blood-splattered as he coughed, drawing away from the demon dragging you down the stairs then Reaching for the lampshade. “Don’t you fucking dare touch her.” You heard Dean’s voice closer as you were beginning to lose consciousness.

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“Mommy?”

Jo sat in the inner salt circle waiting for his parents. When he remembered something.

“If you ever need me, John. Pray for Castiel and I will be there.”

“You are an Angel!” As Castiel’s wings appeared.

“Yes. I’ll protect you at all costs.”

So, he shut his eyes attempting to contact his Guardian Angel.

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The demon fastened its hand around your neck as he compelled Dean to watch you wither in front of him.

“Kill her and I’ll not stop until I do everything in my fucking power to send your ass back to hell. I will not stop, you son of a bitch!!”

Before the demon could do anything, a flutter of wings carried a force. Cas.

Your eyes began to close gradually as you couldn’t see what transpired next.

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“She’s awake.” You saw Dean immediately, his face coated in blood as you saw his bloodstained teeth.

You hastily attempted to rise to look for Jo.

“He is fine. Uh-“

“Cas is checking on him.” Dean stared as the Angel and his Son hugged.

“Also, why is that?” Dean still had his eyes affixed to Cas and Jo.

“Cas is his Godfather.”

“Cas?” Dean Scoffs as he eventually looked at you, he took a breath realising the situation going on.

You caressed his hand, “You’re still his, Dad.” You offered him a vulnerable smile as he stroked your cheeks.

Cas walked over to heal you as Jo ran over to Dean, Dean was stunned as he sat on his lap and whispered something to him earning a smile from Dean as his eyes lay on you.

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“We cannot take a risk.” Dean sighed as his attention was on you as you closed Jo’s bedroom door as you walked down the stairs.

“What’s going on?” You inquired, noticing Dean’s wounded expression.

“Y/n, we are going to leave,” Sam conversed as Dean stood staring at you unable to construct any words.

“What?! You cannot leave…” You were talking about both of them but your eyes lay on Dean the entire time.

“It’s safer for you and Jo. We are just going to bring in the Supernatural beings.” Dean walked over to you, as his fingers stroked your chin.

“Why don’t we leave tomorrow morning?” Sam proposed. Dean not taking his eyes off you he nodded, “Okay.”

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“Why are you even here for?” Sam rolled his eyes as Dean lay on the bed.

“Nice to know you still care, Sammy.” Dean set the beer he was drinking back on the corner table.

“No, as in, you both want to spend time with each other…” He tried to gesture for Dean to go speak to you.

“Ah, Sammy...” Dean laughed as he arose and walked to your bedroom door.

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You lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Your mind just went straight to that one person. You weren’t sure where you stood but the fact your heart craved for him was enough.

You stood up and opened your door, not being able to stay apart from him any longer, you were surprised to discover the very person on your mind, standing in front of you. You didn’t even need to say anything as you felt being lifted as he shut the door behind him, as he took your taste and scent in. It was refreshing. It was something that felt right. The pieces connected. He saw his future as he entered you. Your

moans and cries for his name echoed through the room but there were three words you both heard from one another clearly as you fell onto the bed.

“I love you.”

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You got up to the sound of a soft knock on your door.

Your arm reached to feel the deserted side of the bed. As it dawned on you about the events which had occurred the prior night. You smiled as you felt fresh tears slip. You already missed his touch.

“Jo?”

The door opened as your 4-year-old stood in his Spider-Man onesie, clenching onto a small toy. It’s only when he came closer you instantly discovered what it was. It was a toy impala. Exactly like Dean’s. “Daddy left me this but-“ his lip started to tremble as he draped his small arms around you. “We’ll be okay, baby. Daddy will come back. He-“ you took a breath, “He needs to save the world remember.”

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“I ask for one fucking thing from you, Crowley. That’s it. I will owe you anything.”

That caused a smirk to appear on the Demon’s face.

“Now we’re talking.”

“Keep your demons away from both of them. If I find out one of them got hurt by your monsters, I will bring Hell to the motherfucking ground.”

Crowley watched impressed by the nerve his demons had hit on the elder Winchester.

“Am I fucking clear?”

“Okay, squirrel.” He smiled.

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1 month later…

“Great. Just Great!” You looked away as you flushed the lunch remains.

Rowena, Crowley and Castiel watched as you shook your head.

“What?!” You snapped at them, they quickly averted their eyes.

“I’m sorry, I need a fucking pregnancy test or Cas, check-“ You stood up as you walked over to the three who were stunned.

“Another baby squirrel to protect?!” Crowley rolled his eyes as Castiel glared at him.

Castiel walked over to you as his eyes widened.

“What?!” You asked.

“Yes, a baby.”

“It’s Dean Winchester’s right?” Crowley questioned, clearly praying it wasn’t so he did not have to protect the child.

“No. It’s the motherfucking devil’s. What do you think Crowley?!”

He threw his hands up, “I don’t know which gentleman you spend your nights with.” You grabbed the hairbrush on the table about to throw it at him.

“Ok, Y/n. Calm down.” Rowena gestured to you, to take a seat. As the situation took over your emotions.

“I can’t- I can’t do it alone.-“ You looked at Cas with pleading eyes “Is there no way I can see him, just for a second. Please. I need to see him.” The tears began to fall non stop as everyone stood unsure of how to react. Cas walked over and helped you sit down as you began trembling. “I need him, Cas. I know it’s a month and but- it hurts.” Cas awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. “I am sorry, Y/n. I don’t know where he is…I tried but I think they have been blocking me somehow.” Cas looked at Crowley seeing if he has away.

“Ok, darling. Let’s try searching for your baby daddy.” Sympathetically Rowena awaited as you brought one of Dean’s flannels.

“I’ll try.” She sighed as she cast a spell trying to connect to the elder Winchester, yet something prevented her from trying to communicate. She fell to the ground as you stood in shock.

“I don’t think he is alive, darlin’” Rowena mumbled as she lay on the ground.

In that split second you felt your world crumble. Every moment you had with him flashed between your eyes. His touch, his taste the way he felt. You ached for it.

“No. He isn’t.” Cas wrapped his arms around you as you screamed.

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A year flew by, you ended up giving birth to a healthy girl. Mary Charlie Winchester. If Jo was Dean’s Mirror copy, Mary was even more so like Dean. From her smile to the way she stared at anyone.

You adored her, yet the worse part was the months you spent refusing to believe Dean was gone. He was a Winchester. He wouldn’t. Yet everyone around you acted as if he was gone.

You attempted to contact him but there was no sound of him. It’s like they vanished. You were grieving for someone who was missing.

It took a while to move on. Your friends attempted to help you move on. It was hard, especially when you got home and saw your gorgeous children. Their striking resemblance to their father constantly made your heartache. It wasn’t their fault but you couldn’t move on from Dean.

Until Mary’s first birthday when you saw someone at your doorstep. Sam.

“Sam?!” We’re in complete shock as your arms wrap around the youngest Winchester.

He smiled as he held you, “You’re beautiful. Dean would be-“ He sighed as he took a step back when noticing a man walk out from the far bedroom.

“Baby…”

“Nate, uh this is Sam. He is a family friend.” You smiled at Sam.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Nate. Y/n’s fiance.” Sam looked taken back as a shocked expression crossed his face as he nodded.

“If it’s okay, I was wondering if you would like to come to have Christmas with my family as they’re dying to meet you.-“

“She is like a sister to me” Sam laughed, pointing at you.

“Uh-“ you paused as Nate nodded.

“Of course. I-“

“I guess another day?” Nate hesitated as he kissed you on the forehead as he went to the room to gather his things.

“I need to take you somewhere.” Sam looked at you, pleadingly.

You had no idea where you were going as the ride took hours. Jo and Mary were asleep the whole time, not awake when you brought them into the impala. The memories flashed through as you sat in the front seat.

“Is he really-“ you finally managed to ask.

“Dead?” Sam took a breath as he stopped at a secret bunker.

“Come on.”

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“Hey, baby. Wake up” Jo yawned as his eyes opened. He immediately recognised Sam standing behind you. “Uncle Sammy!”

He jumped out of the car seat as he wrapped his small arms around his uncle as sam began to cry. Sam pulled him up as he hugged him as if Jo was going to disappear.

You smiled as you took Mary out. Sam’s eyes grew as he saw the little girl in your arms.

“Meet Mary Charlie Winchester.” You smiled.

“Mary…Charlie…” You saw the tears pour down his cheeks.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” He attempted to regain his composure but failed in the process, he usher you into the huge building.

He still hadn’t answered your question about Dean. You sighed. Maybe he just wants to drop the news gently?

_____________

You could hear some commotion from the main room. As Sam asked you to stay with the kids as he went into the room.

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“Dean.”

The green-eyed Winchester turned to face his brother. “I am probably just going to call it a night.” Sam noticed the tiredness and pain in his eyes.

“That’s pretty early, son.” John crossed his arms, trying to figure out what was going on.

Thanks to Amara, Mary had been brought back and as they also brought John back and the other people from the other world, including Bobby. The only people missing in his brother’s life was the love of his life and their kids. Dean still hadn’t known about Mary. He knew it was safer so he avoided all contact from You. It was killing Dean but Sam knew this surprise would bring him back.

“Wait-“ Dean paused as he shrugged awaiting what Sam wanted.

He quickly ran up the stairs to bring out you, and the kids. Dean’s eyes grew as you walked towards him. Jo immediately recognising him ran to him as Dean pulled him up but what caught his eye was the little Angel you were carrying, her green eyes glued onto Dean. It was as if she knew exactly who he was. You were in complete shock as he wrapped his arms around you. Sam took Mary as Dean cupped your cheeks as he kissed you as if it was his last breath.

Inbetween the kiss you whispered, “I thought you were gone…”

“As if I could leave you alone.” He smiled as he continued kissing you.

You stepped back as you noticed the audience watching you. You caught sight of Winchester’s parents, Mary and John watching from afar smiling. You thought you were seeing them but Sam gave you a nod, to assure you it’s real.

Taking a breath, you took Mary from Sam.

“Meet, Mary Charlie Winchester.” You heard a gasp from the audience. You caught sight of Mary, covering her mouth attempting to not cry. “She looks just like Dean.”

“Hey, baby girl” Dean smiled as Mary extended her arms for him to carry her.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “I already love you, baby girl.”

“What about me?” Dean turned to see Jo standing with his arms crossed.

“He gets that sass from moose.” You all looked up to see Crowley on top of the stairs.

“Cute, family reunion but we have bigger fish to catch.”

“Uncle Crowley…” Jo waved, causing a stunned expression to form on Sam and Dean.

“Don’t look surprised, I grew quite fond of the baby squirrels.” He rolled his eyes as he walked down the stairs.

“Alright, is there anyone else who has access to both my kids lives? Don’t tell me Lucifer is called Uncle Luci” Dean turned to look at you, as you chuckled before kissing him on the cheeks.

“Crowley only spent time with them cause you asked him to keep them safe”

“Wait before Crowley ruin the moment, I need to introduce my kids to some special people” Dean smiled at you as took Jo’s hand as you walked to Mary and John.

Jo immediately recognised both people as he squealed “Grandma! Grandpa!” Mary was now crying nonstop as she kneeled to wrap her arms around her grandson as John stroked baby Mary’s cheek.

“They look just like you, Dean.”

“Y/n! I felt your energy here. Where are you?” The celestial being appeared as he looked around panicking. Until his eyes lay on the kids, finally easing.

“Uncle Cas! Look-“ he points at Dean, with a huge grin.

“Hello Dean” Dean nodded as Cas wore a puzzled expression. “We’re you hiding from us?”

“It was best for Y/n and the kids.” He sighed as he kept his eyes on you.

“Alright, moving on from the family reunion. It’s time to explain some quite bad news.”

“Why can’t we have a split second of peace?”

“Uh, 'cause you’re a Winchester?” Crowley responded condescendingly.

“What is it then?!”

“You know how you’re Michael’s true Vessel. As Moose was born to be Lucifer’s Vessel?”

“And?” Sam asked impatiently.

“Your story was written for you boys. Just as the legacy has to be passed on to one’s kids.” You, Dean and Sam, watched as you realised what was going to happen.

“No.” Dean began before noticing the kids were watching.

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Honestly that’s all I have, I had created this a year ago and it has been lying in my notes for a whole year so tadah…

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Under the Stars

Summary: you share a quiet, intimate moment in the woods, where a simple hand-holding leads to a deeper connection under the starry night sky.

Word Count: 607

The evening was quiet, the kind of stillness that settled over the world just before twilight gave way to night. The air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth as you and Dean Winchester walked side by side down a winding path through the woods. The only sounds were the soft crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant call of an owl somewhere deep in the forest.

You had been walking in companionable silence for a while, both lost in thought, when you felt Dean’s gaze on you. You turned your head to meet his eyes, and the intensity in them made your heart skip a beat. There was something unspoken in that look, something that made the moment feel charged with electricity.

“Can I hold your hand?” Dean’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure what your answer would be.

For a second, you didn’t respond, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his tone. This was the same Dean Winchester who had faced down monsters and demons without flinching, yet here he was, asking you something so simple, so human, with a kind of earnestness that made your heart ache.

Without a word, you reached out and took his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. His grip was warm and firm, grounding you in that moment. The world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you standing there, connected by that simple touch.

Dean let out a breath you hadn’t realized he was holding, and you saw a flicker of relief in his eyes, as if he had been afraid you might say no. He squeezed your hand gently, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t a big smile, not the usual cocky grin you were used to seeing, but something softer, more genuine.

As you continued walking, hand in hand, the silence between you felt different—more intimate. Every step you took seemed to sync up, the rhythm of your footsteps matching perfectly, as if you were both moving to the same unspoken beat. The connection between you felt natural, like it had always been there, waiting for the right moment to be acknowledged.

The path eventually led to a clearing, where the trees opened up to reveal a stunning view of the night sky. The stars were out in full force, twinkling like tiny diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas. You both stopped, taking in the beauty of the scene, and you felt Dean’s hand tighten slightly around yours, as if he were anchoring himself in the moment.

“I don’t do this much,” Dean admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The whole… letting someone in thing. But with you, it feels different. Feels right.”

You turned to look at him, your heart swelling with emotion. “It feels right to me too, Dean.”

He smiled at that, a real smile this time, full of warmth and something that looked an awful lot like hope. You both stood there for a while, just holding hands, staring up at the stars, and enjoying the peacefulness of the night. It was a simple thing, really, but in that simplicity, there was a kind of magic—proof that sometimes, the most powerful connections are forged in the quietest moments.

And as the night deepened, you knew that this was a moment you would both hold onto, a memory that would stay with you no matter where the road took you next. Because in that moment, under the vast expanse of the starry sky, you both found something you hadn’t even realized you were searching for—each other.

[tamtamlov]

Hey guys.

I'm looking for a deanxreader fanfic I read years ago where sam went to hell after swan song and asks Dean and the reader to raise his child. In the beginning of the story Dean has PTSD from Sam jumping in the cage, but starts to get over it for Sam's kid and the reader. I think the reader was also adopted by Bobby as a child. Idk if any of that helps but if anyone could help me find it I would be very grateful.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Through The Shadows: Chapter 1 - Unexpected Backup

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Summary: A hunter's Journey through despair and recovery is guided by Dean Winchester's unwavering love, leading her to reclaim her strength, voice and hope for their shared future.

Chapter Summary: Dean and Y/N never got along, but after a close call he starts to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

Dean Winchester slammed the trunk of the Impala shut, muttering under his breath. The hunt was turning out to be more complicated than he and Sam anticipated. The ghost was aggressive, elusive and there had been more injuries than clues. They needed backup. Unfortunately, the backup Sam had in mind wasn't exactly Dean's favourite.

"Dean we need her." Sam stated, his voice firm as he leaned against the car. "She's experienced with these kind of cases. Her research skills are unmatched and you know this."

Dean grimiced, looking off into the distance. "Sam you know she and I don't exactly see eye to eye, I don't get why you're so insistent on this."

"Maybe because she's the best at what she does?" Sam rasied an eyebrow, "And she's my friend. She can help us. And you might try not to be so.... Dean."

Dean stared back at Sam offended before his eyes rolled and he grumbled underneath his breath. "Fine. Call her. But don't expect me to play nice."

"I never do." Sam sighed as he pulled out his phone.

Y/N arrived at the old warehouse, parking her car beside the Impala. Her heart pounded with anxiety, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the steering wheel. She had known Sam for years; they were close, sharing countless laughs and late-night research sessions over the phone.

But Dean... Dean was different. His sharp eyes and gruff demeanor always made her feel on edge. She often caught him glaring, and his short responses only heightened her anxiety. She couldn't help but constantly feel like a disappointment in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and walked towards the brothers. Sam greeted her with a wide grin and a hug. "Thanks for coming Y/N. We really appreciate it."

"Of course." She said softly, her eyes darting to Dean. He gave her a curt nod, his expression unreadable.

"We've got a restless spirit." Dean explained, his tone short and blunt. "Likes to stab first, ask questions never. Thought you might have some insights on handling this."

Y/N nodded, trying to focus on the case rather than Dean's intimidating presence. "Let's start with the records. There might be something in the history of this place that we missed."

The three of them spent the next few hours combing through old documents and piecing together the ghost's backstory. Y/N found herself slipping into her comfort zone, sharing her findings with Sam, who encouraged her with his usual supportive demeanour. Dean however, remained distant, his eyes flickering to her occasionally, as if trying to read her.

As night fell, the team prepared for the confrontation. The ghost had appeared several times at the warehouse, and they planned to force it into the open. Tension hung in the air as they spread out, each armed with weapons and salt.

Suddenly, the ghost appeared, a menacing figure with a twisted blade. Dean charged forward, aiming to banish it, but the ghost was faster. It lunged towards him, knife shining in the moonlight.

"Dean, look out!" Y/N screamed, running towards him as fast as she could. She pushed him down to the ground just in time, but the ghost's blade sliced across her arm leaving a nasty gash.

Sam fired a round of salt at the ghost, repelling it temporarily. Dean quickly scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with shock and concern. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." she panted as she clutched her bleeding arm. "Just get rid of that thing!"

With a new found determination, the brothers managed to corner the ghost and kill it for good. The air was filled with the smell of burning ectoplasm, and silence settled over the warehouse.

Dean turned to Y/N, his gaze softening as he was the blood seeping through her sleeve. "You saved me." He said quietly, his usual gruffness replaced by a rare vulnerability.

Y/N shrugged, wincing slightly. "Just doing my job, Dean. Somebody has to keep you guys out of trouble."

Sam grinned as he clapped Dean on the shoulder, "She's got a point!"

As they cleaned up and prepared to leave, Dean approached Y/N, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "Listen, you should stay with us at the bunker. At least until your healed."

Y/N hesitated, glancing between Dean and Sam. "I... I don't want to be a burden."

"You aren't." Sam assured her. "We'd we want you there, right Dean?"

Dean nodded, his gaze fixed on her. "Yeah, we'd like you to stay."

She took a deep breath, finally nodding in agreement. "Okay, but I have one rule, Dean."

"What's that?" He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Don't fall in love with me." She said half joking, half serious.

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You wish."

Sam laughed and even Y/N managed a small smile despite the pain. As they headed back to the cars, she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 2 coming soon stay tuned!

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[wwereaderinserts]

Hmm you know what, do Dean Ambrose proposal instead^^

Proposal with Dean Ambrose

Dean has everything planned out in his head beforehand

He knows exactly where he wants to ask you and how he wants to ask you

But every time the moment has come to pop the question previously, he’s choked and has put it on hold

But not this time

You’re both at home, with you sat on the couch and him in the kitchen grabbing you a drink

He’s reciting his proposal speech in his head the entire time he’s out there before he comes back to you

Dean’s more restless than usual when he takes his place next to you on the couch, and you’re quick to pick up on it and question him

He doesn’t even attempt to play it cool like he usually would - he jumps right into being completely serious with you

“Listen…you know how much I love you. You’re everything to me.”

Dean dissolves the tension slightly when he leads with this, but you’re still very anxious about where it’s headed

“I’m so in love with you. I have been for a very long time, and I don’t see that changing any time soon, even if it took me longer to tell you than it should have. I’m so glad I found the balls to actually ask you out.”

He has to stop himself from getting off track and rambling too much

You slowly start getting your hopes up about where he’s headed with this, even though you try your best not to in case you’re way off the mark

But when Dean takes your hand in his and practically slides off the couch to drop to one knee, it sets your heart racing

He whips out a small black box from his pocket, flipping the lid up on it to show a dainty ring sitting snugly inside

You gasp and clasp your hands over your mouth while Dean remains on one knee, giving you a hopeful grin

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you’ll have me, obviously. So…will you marry me?”

A second or two after he’s popped the question, you’re practically lunging off the sofa at him

You nearly knock Dean down to the ground, and he laughs softly before you capture his lips in a tender kiss

“Yes! Oh my god, yes. I would love to marry you.”

[novafics]

l Secrets l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Injury, Talk of Death

Summary: It was supposed to be an easy hunt, why did it have to go so wrong?

Word Count: 864

Masterlist

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It was supposed to be an easy hunt, that’s what you kept telling yourself over and over. How could you be so stupid to let this happen?. Currently you are in the middle of a hunt with Sam and Dean trying to hunt down a vengeful spirit. Sam was currently out burning the bones and you and Dean were left to fend off the spirit until Sam got rid of them. It was supposed to be easy, stay alert, don't stray too far from one another and use salt and iron to get rid of them for some time when they appear. 

While staying quiet and alert with Dean in the kitchen the spirit had appeared and was quickly gotten rid of by Dean with one shot of the shotgun, however somewhere throughout the house another noise was heard. You being you decided that it should be checked out and told Dean that you would be right back. “Ok, but don't stray too far darling, Sam shouldn't be too long now, we're nearly done” taking his advice you were careful, quiet and went to check out the noise to make sure there wasn't anything else in the house that was concerning. What you failed to realise however was that this is exactly what the spirit wanted.

The spirit you were currently hunting had killed 4 women in the span of a week, not you Sam or Dean could figure out why only women but only that he had some real anger for them and so for you to now be straying too far from Dean was the perfect moment for the spirit to strike, and strike it did.

As you neared the storage room at the far back of the house you realised just how far you had gotten away from Dean and quickly decided to head back, but not before the spirit had jumped from the corner of the room and plunged a knife straight into your side. Luckily for you, you managed to catch the spirit with the end of your iron crowbar dispelling it from the room. Deciding it wasn't that bad even though the pain was now coursing through your sides and moving quickly over your body, you made the even stupider decision to remove the knife. Bad Mistake.

As soon as you managed to slide the knife out and away from your body that's when more and more blood started to pour from the stab wound, with you putting as much pressure as you could with your jacket trying so hard to keep it hidden. ‘All you had to do was stay together and wait for Sam to burn the bones’ you said to yourself, cursing your poor decision making the least you could do for the boys was to wait until you got back to the motel and patch it up yourself which also wasn't the brightest decision on your part but the only one that wouldn't cause worry to Sam and Dean.

Not long after that Sam had burned the bones and you were all in the Impala heading back. On the journey back you were getting more and more light headed the closer you came to the motel, something that didn't escape Dean as he watched you from the mirror. He could clearly see you swaying back and forth and was determined to find out what was wrong.

As you all arrived you didn't make it 2 steps from the car before Dean was hoisting you into his arms and carrying you to the room. “Sam get the first aid kit, somethings wrong” Dean shouted out as you all entered the room. “What? I'm fine Dean seriously, don't worry about me I'm fine” much to your dismay your convincing was not enough and soon enough your very serious looking stab wound was soon revealed. “Fine?! You can't be serious darling you're nearly bleeding out here” Dean at this point was beyond worried and so decided to leave the stitching you up to Sam in favour of holding you in his lap and making sure you stayed awake.

“Hey, look at me baby, it's fine, you're fine” Dean said as he held your face in his hands and pulled your attention away from Sam stitching up your side. You know that you were stupid and that you shouldn't have hid your injury and seeing the concern in Dean’s eyes as he held you made you decide that you were never gonna split up from him again, not so that you wouldn't get injured again but so that you would never have to see Dean so upset again.

Not soon after Sam had finished and you were all getting ready for bed, Dean pulled you up onto his chest and held you close to him as he looked deep into your eyes. “Promise me you'll tell me if your hurt sweetheart, please. I couldn't bear to do this again, or even worse lose you, please” Dean begged, holding you as close as humanly possible. “I promise baby” you replied placing a kiss to his lips, that promise being something that you did indeed keep from that moment forth.

[spnwriterreincarnate]

Show Time - Part 1

Summary: When Sam Winchester calls you for help on a hunt, who are you to say no? Of course, things are a bit more complicated when the hunt involves you being fake-married to his ass of an older brother. How will you survive being a housewife, living in the suburbs, and being married to Dean?

"Say that again," you commanded, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. "Say it again slowly so I know that you know what you're saying."

Sam's lips pursed together and he barely contained an eye roll. "We need you to go undercover as Dean's wife."

"Okay, so you do know what you're asking. Are you feeling okay? Because-"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it!" Sam interrupted you, throwing his hands in the air. "You don't like my brother, you're sarcastic... Can we just skip to the part where you agree? There's a lot to brief you on."

"One quick question." That bitch face never left Sam, but he tilted his head in a 'yeah-sure-quick' fashion. "Why are you the one begging me and not Dean? I mean, where the hell even is he?"

"He's already on the case. The story right now is that he moved in a week early and the wife, you, is gonna join. We had to get him in and doing recon before someone else died."

You sighed and slowly sank down onto the motel room chair. You knew before Sam even asked that you would take the case. Hell, you broke every traffic law on the drive over when he said he needed your help; of course, he forgot to mention that you would have to pretend to be married to Dean Winchester of all people. But you wouldn't sit out when needed, couldn't.

"Alright, Sam, fill me in."

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After a two hour debriefing you knew all you could without some extra research in the neighborhood. You were probably looking for a Shapeshifter, possibly a ghoul. Either way, the victims were left brutally murdered. So far two couples had died in the neighborhood, but the deaths were spaced out by a few months. And you also knew a bit more about the area you'd be staying. Sam had been kind enough to buy you a whole new wardrobe, 'stay-at-home-mom chic.' All in all, you were as prepared you could be.

Sam gave you the address and walked you to your car. "Dean's been mingling with the neighbors and invited to a block party tonight, so you'll be able to meet everybody. You're a house wife and Dean's in insurance. Try to get in with the other housewives."

"How 50's," you commented.

"Hence why we needed a girl," Sam agreed.

"Wait, Sam, why Dean?" The confused look on Sam's face told you he had no clue what you meant. "Why am I being fake married to Dean? Why not you? I mean, we're constantly at each other's throats."

Sam shrugged at that. "The neighborhood had seen me earlier when I was checking out the house for EMF. I told them I was the realtor."

"Great."

And with that you jumped into your car and started towards your new home, where your handsome hubby awaited you.

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Your new house, new base of operations, was just as picture perfect as the neighborhood itself. Manicured lawns, decorated porches, white picket fence. It was the suburbia of your nightmares.

The only thing that didn't go with the neighborhood was the sleek black car pulled into one of the driveways. If Dean had one redeeming quality, it was his taste in cars.

You pulled your beater of a truck in next to Dean's and hopped out. You grabbed your duffel back and slammed your door shut, then made your way to the entrance.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Winchester?" A shrill voice shouted from one of the other houses. You turned to the sound, forcing a cheery smile on your face.

You tugged at your cardigan, slightly worried you would instantly be pegged as an outsider. "Hi!" You waved to the blonde woman standing on the porch of the house next to yours. "You can call me Y/N!"

"Finally! A name! Your Deanie has been so secretive about you! We started to think you didn't exist." You forced out a laugh and tried not to frown at the use of the name Deanie. You may have hated the man, but that was still your fake husband.

"Well he probably just wants to keep me to himself. Speaking of, I haven't seen him in a week now, so I'm going to let myself in. I'll see you tonight..."

"Tori!"

"Tori," you finished, smiling at her.

She watched as you went to the door of your house, and you tried to be oblivious to it.

You unlocked the door and instantly smelled something delicious. "Honey, I'm home!" You shouted, slamming the door shut behind you.

Loud footsteps approached you and soon Dean Winchester stood at the other end of the hallway. "You've got to be kidding," he groaned. "We didn't know any other chick hunters?"

"Guess not," you said, giving him a flat smile. "You're welcome for coming to help, by the way."

"Look, I'm getting close to figuring out which of these psychos is the actual killer-psycho, so maybe you just head on out and I'll make something up."

"Yeah, 'cause that wouldn't be suspicious," you snorted. "Like it or not, we're stuck together."

"Well I don't like it."

"Yeah, no shit."

You both just stood for a moment, glaring at each other.

You broke first. "Alright what's that smell?"

"Chili for the block party."

"You're making chili?"

"I've got a kitchen!"

"Okay, don't get so defensive," you laughed. "I just thought I was the housewife."

"I thought I was the-" Dean repeated in a mocking high pitched tone, "shut it!" He then stomped his way back to the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes at him and dropped your bag onto the floor. You stood in place a moment, thinking of your next move. As much as you disliked Dean and loved pissing him off, you weren't going to save lives if you were at each other's throats.

Time to be... nice.

You made your way to the kitchen, where Dean was standing in front of a huge pot. It did smell damn good. And the kitchen was beautiful, tan marble counter tops, beautiful mahogany cabinets. You couldn't boil an egg and even you were tempted to cook.

"So what have you learned so far?" You asked, setting yourself on one of tall chairs by the counter.

Dean was silent for a moment, no doubt trying to find something witty to say. But, like always, words failed him and all he was left to do was answer. "Everybody has a different theory about the murders and suspects each other. The Marshalls saw the McRoys hanging out with the dead couple the night they died, but the Smiths thought the Marshalls hated the dead couple. And the Trumans just think the whole neighborhood was in on it."

You were silent as you went over his words, before finally saying, "are those really their names?"

"Well the Trumans are really the Trundles, but the rest are true."

"Jesus," you breathed out. "Anybody seem suspicious?"

"Not particularly," Dean shrugged. "But tonight's the first chance to really test anyone." He nodded towards a large pile of silverware on the counter. "I said I'd provide the forks."

"Smart," you commented, forcing yourself to give the compliment. "I guess I'll go shower and get ready for tonight."

"Shower's upstairs."

At that you left the kitchen, grabbing your bag and heading up the stairs.

The entire house was nice, just somewhat bland. It lacked any kind of character. The beige walls and white carpets were a nice change of pace to the usual dark, dirty, and stained ones that decorated every motel room, but it just felt stale. More than a week in a place like this and you'd surely go crazy.

Those feelings did not, however, transfer to the shower. A clean bathroom was not something you saw everyday, hell it wasn't something you saw every month. But damn, this bathroom with it's sparkling white porcelain and tiled shower floor devoid of mold... That was a thing of beauty. The water pressure alone forced a moan out of you.

After taking the longest shower of your life, and never running out of hot water, you changed into something slightly fancier than a sweater and jeans. When Sam had gone shopping for you, he knew exactly what to look for. You slipped into a knee-length, white summer dress, one with small sunflowers decorating the fabric. You had a pair of white shoes to go with it, then made your way downstairs.

Laughter stopped you before you entered the kitchen. You recognized Dean's laugh, it was obnoxious enough, but the others?

Only one way to find out...

You forced a smile and entered the kitchen, eyes going over the two new guests.

"Hey there sweetheart," Dean greeted you. "These two are our neighbors to the right, John and Ross."

"Nice to meet you guys," you said, extending a hand.

"Oh get that out of here! We're practically family!" The one man- John - said, pulling you into a hug.

After getting a slightly less enthusiastic hug from Ross, you moved to Dean's side, who slipped an arm right around your waist, no hesitation. Say what you wanted about Dean Winchester, but the man knew how to put on an act.

"So, Mrs. Winchester-"

"Y/N, please!" You interrupted. "Jeez, baby, did you tell nobody my name?"

"Oh he was so sneaky about you, so hush hush," Ross said. "Most of us thought you didn't even exist!"

You laughed at that and knocked your hip into Dean's in an obvious show of flirtation. "Just trying to keep me for yourself."

"Can you blame me?"

"You two are just too cute," Ross sighed.

"Y/N, do you like to read?" John asked.

You opened your mouth to respond, but were stopped short by Ross. "Oh, honey, the poor girl just got here! You can recruit her for your little book club later."

"Book club?" Dean asked.

"John and all the girls," Ross explained. "You guys meet what, like every other week? It's really just an excuse to drink wine and gossip."

"We're reading War and Peace if you'd like to join. We only started the book a week ago."

"That sounds really nice," you accepted, smiling warmly. "I can only clean the house so much every day. A book and some company would be great."

John gave you a small smile in return, then wrapped his arm around Ross'. "Well, we better get going," Ross sighed. "The party starts in an hour but people always go out early. And I refuse to be the last ones there."

You and Dean saw the two men out, keeping your arms wrapped around each other.

As soon as the door closed you split apart.

"Book club, huh?" Dean asked.

"Sounds like a chance to get some dirt," you shrugged.

Dean nodded at that. He had his hands in his pockets and rocked from his heel to the balls of his feet, face scrunched up in thought. "Uh, one quick thing about tonight..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, uh, see, I didn't know Sam would be sending you, so I might have, uh, talked a big game to some of the boys in the neighborhood..."

"Meaning?"

"I told them I had a hot wife who couldn't keep her hands off me," Dean finally got out. "So, you'll have to play it up." For a moment Dean looked ashamed, but after seeing the look of pure outrage on your face, his own features brightened. "And maybe cut the dress a little shorter. I want to see my woman's legs."

With a full out self-satisfied smirk, Dean left you in the foyer, fuming.

If Dean wanted a handsy wife, then a handsy wife he'd get.

You were going to make him regret this.