#SPN drabble

[alexsoenomel]

POV: Texts from Dean

part 2

[platonic-soulmates-gencest]

omega dean getting pregnant with alpha sam's child and sam is having a mental breakdown because:

1. that's his baby in there, dean is growing his baby

2. absolutely jealousy because what do you mean dean will have another kid!? sam should be his one and only-

dean is unaware of this

(i have gotten omegaverse brainrot lately, i will get back to normal eventually, i swear)

[daylighted]

. ㅤ 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𓂃 . ☘︎ ݁ ˖ ⌞ keep quiet for me .ᐟ⌝

the pairing ⌇ dean winchester x f!reader

the summary ⌇ sam has impeccable timing, calling his brother from college

the notes ⌇ this layout is inspired by @deansbeer! my pretty twin makes the PRETTIEST post layouts in the whole universe hehehe

the warnings ⌇ smut, minors back off! somewhat without plot driver's seat sex unprotected voyeurism justice for sam overstimulation dean likes pushing your limits . . . probably too much finger sucking

the driver's seat is pushed all way the back that it can be, the window next to it fogged over completely in thick condensation. dean has his hand on your waist, guiding the bounce of your hips, up and down atop of him.

"that's it, pretty girl," he murmurs into the thick heat of the small space, the tip of his nose brushed against yours. he hasn't looked away from the hooded downturn of your eyes, watching each movement he directs you into making. "just like that. always take me so well."

the only sound is the slight creak of the driver's seat beneath the both of your weight with every harsh bounce you make on his cock, your undulating hips grinding against his pelvis each time they kiss.

dean's other hand raises to your chin, tilting your head up with two fingers to force your eyes up to meet his. his gaze falls to your lips, caught on the soft curves of your parted mouth, and he might have been about to kiss you.

might have, if not for the phone buzzing in his pocket.

he didn't get his jeans shoved down all of the way what with the cramped space, so you can feel the vibration of it from where your thigh rests framing his, and you stop. maybe it was important.

dean groans, hand dropping between you to slap against his full pocket. he flips it open, which makes you grin — of course it does, he has a flip phone in this day and age and you're not supposed to find it adorably endearing? — even when his tight-lipped frown only drops deep enough to pinch the skin between his eyebrows.

"it's sammy," he says in explanation, gnawing on the chapped skin in the corner of his lip in thought.

you nod, bracing yourself with your fingers closed around his shoulders to get up. sam was important. sam had been gone at school for three years, now, so every call dean got from him was important.

dean's frown somehow deepens. his open hand closes around your thigh and shoves you back down onto his lap, earning a little whimper at the again familiar feel of him stretching you open, still buried inside of you. "what—" you start, but don't get the chance to finish.

dean clicks the green button on his phone's keypad and raises it to his ear. "hey, sammy," he says, with all of the enthusiasm of a man who'd been doing nothing at all prior to answering. "what's up?"

it feels like an intrusion, being close enough like this to hear sam's answers. still, he keeps his fingers tight around your leg to stop you from moving even an inch away.

"nothing," sam's scratchy voice comes through the phone's little speaker. "just wanted to check in on you. s'been a while. needed to make sure dad hadn't killed you yet."

dean's thumb massages the plush skin beneath his hand, little circles on the upper part of your thigh, where his fingertips stay tightly around the sensitive inner skin. "not yet," he answers with a little laugh, "but not that he hasn't tried."

you try to catch dean's eye, to mouth something in protest to all of this, but now it's his eyes that are downcast to his lap.

"where are you right now?"

it's like a sleeper agent trigger phrase, the way that dean's eyes flick up to yours. he starts to guide your movements again, urging you to rise your hips higher up until only the tip of his cock is stretching you open around it, teasing you with it with little rocks of his hips. the effort it takes to keep your breathing even and quiet instead of labored and shallow is much more than you expect it to be.

your eyes are wide when dean meets them, and it only makes him smirk. he mouths with enunciating emphasis, 'keep quiet for me.'

"in the car," dean finally responds, only to choose that moment to push you fully down on the length of his cock, splitting you down the center as you stretch to fit him inside. he thrusts up at the same time to bury deeper, the tip of him kissing your cervix, and right when you gasp sharply, he speaks into the phone again. "why? wanting all the gory deets?"

he sets a slow but torturous rhythm, pulling nearly completely out of you just to slam home, not hard enough for the slap of skin-on-skin to echo throughout the car, but enough to make your toes curl and your teeth to sink into your plush bottom lip.

"i'll pass," sam laughs, the sound of it making your heartbeat quicken in your chest. his voice is just quiet enough in the speakers for you to forget that dean was currently on the phone with him, but the laugh was loud enough for you to hear over the muffled noises you make behind your closed lips. "what are you hunting?"

"it's a secret." dean's voice is, at least, starting to become raspier now. no longer was this just something to torture you with doing; now the evidence that this effected him too was splayed on the table. "something big n' bad."

wendigo. he'd told you so when you asked, and then pulled you into his lap because 'he's clocked out for the night' and didn't want to go into it. seems that he really meant that, too — not just an excuse to get in your pants quicker.

sam scoffs, the sound of it scratching through the phone. "we're not kids anymore, dean."

dean adjusts the phone against his ear, holding it there with his lifted shoulder. he huffs out a humorless laugh. "no, we most certainly are not."

his hand, now freed, slips between your joined bodies and finds your soaking heat. dean dips his fingers between your folds and rubs slow circles around the sensitive nub of your puffy clit, just as torturous as the rhythm of his cock pumping into you.

"so... what, you on the way to the bar right now? is that why you're in the car?"

you cover your mouth, grinding your hips down further against his to rock them into his thick, invading fingers. "mmm, somethin' like that," dean mumbles into the receiver, his breaths ragged and deep.

sam is quiet for a long while, and you nearly still — but can't, not with dean's grip controlling your movements. "well, since you're being cryptic about the case," sam finally says on a sigh, and you relax your tensed shoulders in relief that he hadn't been on the cusp of realizing what his brother was doing, "i'll have you know, i've aced a couple of my exams already. only a few left."

dean cocks his head to the side, an impressed quirk to his lips. "hell yeah, sammy," he rasps, letting his forehead thump forward to knock against yours.

he's close. you can always tell. every filthy word he usually likes to whisper into your ear halts when he gets close, like the only thing he can focus on is how you're making him feel.

dean lifts his fingers from where they'd teased between your legs and presses the wetness of his skin against your bottom lip. you hold his gaze through the thick of your eyelashes before your mouth parts like the sea for him to rest his digits against your tongue.

sam's saying something, the crackle of the phone's speaker echoing like a backdrop, but it's quickly interrupted by dean's low groan. you grin around his fingers, tightening your lips around them in encouragement, your tongue swirling and exploring every inch of them.

"dean?" sam asks tentatively, and you'd laugh if you weren't so close, so focused on keeping quiet to think about anything else.

your legs tighten around his waist, the telltale sign of your impending release starting on the base of your spine. it takes a few seconds longer for dean to answer, his eyes zeroed in on your face as everything begins to crescendo. "sorry. bar parking lot's full."

yeah, you were full, alright. you clench tighter around him, your lips pressed together hard enough that they pale and numb, nails raking down his chest through the soft cotton of his shirt. you're panting behind your palm, stars dancing in the corner of your vision.

dean's thrusts deepen as he comes only seconds later, the warmth of his release overflowing from where he'd buried within you, dripping down his cock and the inners of his thighs. "sorry, what was that?" he asks after a too long of silence, his voice strained and small, the light pants of breath ghosting over your face.

"dean, what are you really doing?" sam's accusatory tone comes, finally, later than you expected.

you release dean's fingers with a little pop, licking the taste of yourself and his salty skin off of your lips. dean's pretty green eyes darken, even as a smirk widens across his lips.

"relax, sammy, i ain't doin' anything," he shoots you a wink, because of course he's right, in a way — he's not doing anything right then. "hey, baby, sammy says hi."

your eyes widen at your sudden inclusion in his conversation, a breathless laugh scoffing from your lips at the same time as they warm with timid embarrassment, as if sam could see right through the flip phone at what you and his brother had been up to.

silence again. and then, "dean!"

the notes ⌇ sorry the ending kind of sucks and maybe this all kind of sucks i had this idea while i was high earlier and had hella inspo and then it went poof by the time i got to it PLS. BE GENTLE!!

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[strawlessandbraless]

Destiel was so powerful by season 9 they honestly didn’t have any other choice than to force Dean to send Castiel away from both him and the bunker.

I mean, a human Cas in the bunker with Dean as his guide would have been so intimate. He’d have learned quickly from Dean how to feed his hungers, whether it was with food, a fight, or a fuck.

Cas safe and human and finally staying put. All of a sudden always within arms reach & dressed in Dean’s clothes. There’s no way they wouldn’t have gotten to know each other in the biblical sense.

[angel-fruitcake]

tickled by the thought of Cas looking at Dean every so often over the years, doing a quick up and down scan of Dean's body with his angel x-ray vision or smth, sighing and rolling his eyes with an exasperated 'your liver, Dean. you need to stop drinking', then gently touching Dean's belly and healing his cirrhosis

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

A Shirtless Winchester

Pairing: Dean x reader

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“Uh.” You stopped halfway into your bedroom, towel tucked under your arm around your bare body, messy damp hair down your back. You blinked, meeting a cheeky smile in return. 

Dean Winchester was on your bed, laying back, reading the romance book from your nightstand.

A very shirtless Dean Winchester.

“W-What are you doing in here? On my bed?”

“Waiting for you. For a book with such a cute cover they sure do some depraved things in this,” he hummed. You looked around and back into the hall, shaking your head. “You want to make out?”

“What?!”

“Do you want to make out?”

You stared at him, Dean putting the book down and walking over to you, tucking a finger under your chin so you looked into his eyes.

“Well?”

You inhaled and dropped your towel, Dean not breaking eye contact.

“Did that answer your question?” you said.

“It did. Posed another one though.”

“I bet it did,” you said, pushing on his chest, walking him back until he lay back on the bed. “I’m gonna close that door and by the time I turn around, those pants better be gone.”

“Or what?” he smirked as you already turned back towards the doorframe.

“You’ll see, Winchester. You’ll see.”

______

[deanstubble]

⟢ laying in dean’s touch

• bf!dean x gf!reader

dean, who's just so intuitive about you, and would notice the small differences in your behavior without you needing to say a word. he'd just call you and tap his thighs and you'd know what to do next- resting your head on dean's lap like it's second nature.

and just like that, you’re there again—curled up in his lap, like you’re so used to.

he gives you that soft smile and look at you like you're the only thing that matters in that moment— because you are. he starts to softly caress your cheek and you immediately melt in the familiarity of his touch. "what's got my baby all tense?" he murmurs with a little grin— just enough to ease the weight off your chest.

you rant about whatever upset you while he follows the curve of your temple with his thumb, soft and steady, like he's trying to smooth out the thoughts racing through your mind. while his other hand is gently running through your hair. and he murmurs a "mm-hmm" here and there to make sure you know he's listening to every word coming out of your mouth.

he just lets you talk, never interrupting— slowly feeling your body relax under his touch. your voice, tense and heavy at first, now softens into a quiet hush. his thumb that was once following the curve of your temple now drifts down, caressing your waist with the same tenderness— and you let yourself slowly get consumed by his touch.

he looks down at you, those green eyes filled with something deeper than words— like he's memorizing the way your body curls into him, using him like your own personal pillow. the way your breathing evens out, the way your fingers absentmindedly clutch at the fabric of his jeans like you don't want him to go anywhere. and he won't. nothing makes him feel more fulfilled than knowing he can be your peace— just by being here, holding you, keeping you safe.

you just let yourself close your eyes. your words come out slower now, with little pauses in between like your body is too relaxed to keep up.

dean notices it. "are u fallin' asleep, sweetheart?" he asks letting out a quiet little chuckle. "no." u said— but not even you believed yourself. "well that 'no' didn't really convince me". he said looking down at you with that familiar, lazy smile— the one that only you can take out of him.

clearly, you were in fact falling asleep. dean gently ran his hand over your arm and gave it a delicate squeeze. "put your head here baby" he said tapping his chest. you just agreed lazily, shifting your body slowly towards him, who was now already completely laid out in the bed you were sharing.

you lay your head against his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne— his heartbeat under your ear is steady, grounding you and making you feel at ease, like this is exactly where you're supposed to be— the only place that truly feels like home.

you feel dean let out a soft sigh of comfort— like he's finally, fully relaxed. he holds you tighter like he wants you both to stay like this forever. and you know that to him, you're just as much a sense of home as he is to you.

[chxrrywines]

destiel, 1.1k words, nsfw 18+, kind of somno, handjob, spitting, kissing

There was a hand against his abdomen and the touch made him sigh, eyelids fluttering. The weight pressed up against his back was nice, too, steady and firm and warm.

The shifting of covers, soft breath on his ear, and the hands dipped lower.

Still caught in the clutches of sleep, Dean only grunted and nuzzled further into his pillow, his breathing started to even out again. It wasn’t often he got to sleep in, and since all they had to do that day was just drive back home, he was grabbing the opportunity with both hands. He didn’t even register what was going on until the fingers dipped beneath his waistband and there was a hand taking ahold of his cock and that’s when his eyes snapped open, inhaling sharply through his nose.

A sound hadn’t even escaped him and a hand was clasping over his mouth, skin warm against his face.

“Shh, it’s just me,” the breath that tickled his ear was warm, too, in fact all of him was warm, prickling with a familiar heat as the fingers tightened around his cock, encouraging a groan into the palm over his mouth. “Dean, Sam is next door.”

If he could, he would have told his angel that the predicament was entirely not his fault, and Cas was the one who had shoved his hand down his pants, but his fucking hand was over his mouth and all he could do was nod shakily as he took sharp breaths through his nose.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been woken up like this, sometimes with Castiel’s hand and sometimes with his mouth, but usually they were shut away in the privacy of their room in the bunker where Dean had the freedom to be as loud as he wanted to be. Not with Sam one room over, with all that was between them being the shitty motel walls probably thinner than cardboard.

His hand shifted and Dean’s jaw clenched shut as another sound rumbled up and out of his chest, fingers grasping tight to the covers still around him that didn’t help with the overwhelming heat of the moment. Jesus Christ he was a mess.

A whine left his throat as Cas’ hand let go of him, though it was only brought up in front of his face as his other hand released its grip on his face. “Spit,” his voice came from behind him, chest rumbled against Dean’s back with the deep cadence, and the command was enough for him to exhale shakily as he spat into the palm cupped beneath his face. “Good.”

The other hand returned to cover his mouth and he was back to the sharp breathing through his nose, a little thankful that he was being kept quiet when his hand went back to his dick, slick enough with his spit to stroke him smoothly, and the groan that left his chest was filthy.

They hadn’t even been doing this for long. This being the kissing and the sex and the fact that Dean couldn’t be in the same room with Cas for too long without his heart almost giving out on him. One thing he had learned in that short stretch of time was that Cas was fucking horny, horny a lot of the time. Angel of the lord his ass.

Castiel’s hand shucked forwards again and he fucking whimpered, his hand releasing from the white-knuckled grip on the sheets to reach back and cling to the angel’s thigh, instead, breathing sharp and hard with each pump of his cock. And Christ his head was spinning, eyes squeezed shut and panting and he wasn’t even sure if he was thinking of anything outside of bright blue eyes and the strong hand wrapped around his cock.

His nails dug into Cas’ thigh and all it earned him was a warm mouth on the back of his neck, nipping and sucking another mark he’d have to hide from Sam since he wasn’t entirely fucking sure how to even explain all of this to his brother.

His thumb swiped over the head of his cock and he whimpered again, hips jerking forwards towards the hand working magic on him, and all it took was a few more pumps and he came with a moan, brain fuzzing like tv static and body going all tingly. Castiel kept stroking him until he was groaning at the sensitivity and went all twitchy, and only then did the two hands let go of him. His boxers were now wet and he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to breathe properly anymore, but fuck did he feel good.

Finally able to, Dean rolled onto his side to look up at the other, still panting and hot all over, and he was met with a smirk.

“Good morning, Dean.”

His jaw dropped open, actually physically just fell, and for a moment he just stared. Did he have any sort of idea what he did to him? Did to his head? His heart?

Dean wasn’t keen on figuring it out right then, though, so instead he lifted his hand to cup the back of his neck and brought him down to kiss him with a groan, all tongue and teeth and want. That’s all that had been between them for weeks, this deep-rooted all consuming want that burned and sizzled beneath his skin whenever his angel was near.

What was happening to him?

His hand unconsciously searched for Cas’ belt, only aware he’d even moved when a hand clamped down around his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“But you—” Dean’s breath stuttered a little pathetically. God, he was pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that right then. That kind of thinking was for when he was behind the wheel of his Baby and had time to spiral over these things. “Cas, you—”

“I’ll be fine,” he was still smirking, fucker, a hand lifting to stroke Dean’s cheek. “You should get cleaned up and dressed, I’m sure Sam will want to leave soon.”

Dean was still panting when Castiel got up and off of the bed with one last kiss and murmur of, “I will meet you out by the car to prevent any distractions.”

The door shut behind him and Dean exhaled hard as his head fell back down on the pillow. He still felt all tingly and hot and he still hadn’t quite gotten his breathing back to normal yet, all he knew and that whatever this was, they were deep in it.

Hands fell over his face and he groaned. “Son of a bitch.”

[maddie0101]

𖤐 safeguard (drabble)

𖤐 summary: after a bad nightmare, you seek comfort in Dean’s arms.

𖤐 warnings: none! pure fluff and comfort. (ik rare, right?)

𖤐 word count: 612

𖤐 note: I wrote fluff for once?? wha—? yeah, I shocked myself with this one too, lmfao. enjoy! 😊

You tossed and turned all night but sleep just wasn’t something that was going to happen tonight. Your heart still raced from the nightmare you’d just woken up to. Truth be told you don’t feel safe, even though you’re inside a bunker warded against almost everything in existence. The darkness of the room felt heavier and more suffocating as your mind replayed the nightmare over and over again. It was like you couldn’t think of anything else.

Your body moved and without thinking, you slipped out of your bed. Your bare feet hit the cold floor below, sending a small shiver through your frame.

As you walked quietly down the hall you tried not to think too much about what you were about to do. Stopping in front of Dean’s door, you hesitated, unsure if you should go ahead. Before you could even process what your body was doing, your hand gently knocked on the door.

The door creaked open and Dean stood there, his hair messy from sleep and his eyes blinking sleepily, but when he saw you, standing there, looking vulnerable and restless, his expression shifted immediately to something softer, more protective. “You okay?” His voice came out groggy but laced with concern.

“Not really” you shrugged, your voice almost breaking. “Can I sleep in your room? I… I can’t sleep.”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation, nodding his head towards his room. “Come on.”

You stepped into the room, the familiar scent of Dean’s cologne and the warmth of the space offered immediate comfort. Your heart started racing for a whole different reason. Dean pulled the covers back for you, offering a spot beside him. You hesitated at first, unsure of how to handle the closeness. “I’m not gonna bite,” he said with a small, teasing smile, trying to lighten the mood.

You offered him a half-hearted smile, then crawled under the covers beside him. You laid on your side, staring at the ceiling, trying to force yourself to relax, but every time you closed your eyes, the images from your nightmare flood back, and you couldn’t escape them.

Dean must have sensed your restlessness. Without a word, he shifted closer and his large hand reached out, gently pulling you toward him, his arm wrapping around your waist. You didn’t protest. You only melted into his embrace and his warmth pushed the fear away. The solid feel of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his breath, made the panic in your chest slowly fade. Dean didn’t say anything, didn’t ask if you were okay. He just held you, offering what you needed most, comfort.

You let yourself sink into him, your head resting against his chest, your body softening with each passing second. The proximity, the simple act of being held, made everything feel just a little more bearable.

His hand moved gently up and down your back, soothing in its rhythm. “You’re safe here,” he murmured softly into the dark. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you.”

You nodded against him, your eyes fluttering closed as his warmth filled the spaces left by the nightmare. His touch was steady and grounding, like a lifeline in the storm of your mind.

The tension in your muscles finally started to release, your breathing slowing as you felt the comfort of his presence wrap around you like a security blanket. It didn’t take long before sleep began to claim you, the soft sound of Dean’s breathing the only thing left to focus on.

As you finally let yourself drift off, feeling safe enough to fall asleep in Dean’s arms, right before you fully succumbed the exhaustion, you heard him whisper, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

author’s note:

I know this fic is extremely short but I left room for your imagination. I was honestly going to continue it but I think the short and sweet drabble does the trick. :)

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[castiwls]

imgonnagetyouback - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'you'll find, that you were never not mine (You're mine)'

Requested; anon

Notes; reqs and inbox are open !

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

“He’s on a date?” The book you’d been reading slipped from your hand as the words left your mouth. Sam nodded grabbing his laptop from the table and sending you a slight smile. “He said not to tell you but…” He trailed off shrugging his shoulders. “You were gonna find out anyways.” 

You watch him for a moment, pursing your lips as a pang of jealousy runs through you. Pushing it down you shake your head. “I don’t care.” a lie. “We broke up.” 

Sam paused, watching you for a moment his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed the sudden tension in your body. “Sure.” He sounded far from convinced. It wasn't his place to get in between whatever it was you and Dean had going on, he’d tried once before and it had only ended with him being more confused than before.

He watched you for a moment longer as you picked the book back up, slowly thumbing through it. “Night.” He sighed. You hummed a quiet reply your brain going a mile a minute.

He was on a date. You scoffed quietly to yourself placing the book down, you didn’t care. Dean and you weren’t a thing anymore you held no claim over him.

Though the thought of him with another girl left a jealous pit in your stomach. 

Grabbing your phone you quickly checked the time before mindlessly scrolling. At least an hour passed before the sound of footsteps broke the silence which hung in the air. Your head shot up as you looked towards the doorway of the kitchen, a small smile playing on your lips as Dean turned the corner, his eyes widening slightly when he noticed you.

“Good date?” 

He stared at you for a moment before a smile of his own grew on his lips and he nodded. He didn’t say anything else as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer before sitting down opposite you. 

You both fell quiet as you went back to your phone. You could feel Dean’s gaze burning through you as he lent back in his chair. “You jealous?”

You looked up a frown pulling at your lips. “Why would I be?” You placed your phone down, crossing your hands on the table. “Well, you did sit up till I came back and…” He leaned forward slightly placing his chin on your hand. “You have that look in your eyes, the one you get when you're pissed but don’t want anyone to know.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t waiting for you, I was helping Sam.”

“Well…I don’t see Sam anywhere.”

“He went to bed not long ago. That's why.”

Dean hummed leaning back. “I don’t believe you.” He pushed himself up from his chair coming to stand beside you. You turned slightly in your chair, looking up as he stopped in front of you.

“You're jealous. I know you are so you may as well just admit it, Sweetheart.” He smirked down at you, his eyes glinting slightly as he nudged your foot with his own.

You glared up at him, your teeth catching on your lip. Part of you really wanted to punch that smirk on his face in that moment, but you also couldn’t deny the way your heart seemed to flutter at his closeness.

“M’not jealous.” You smiled moving to stand. Your breath caught in your throat slightly as your arm brushed his. “I don’t care. We broke up, You're not mine anymore you can do as you like.” 

Dean flattered slightly at your comment as he seemed to think for a moment. “Anyways, can’t have been that good. I don’t see her anywhere.” You hummed before moving to brush past him.

You barely got two steps before a hand wrapped around your wrist. Dean pulled you back, caging you in as your back hit the edge of the table. Your hands flew back to steady yourself as he planned his own beside them. 

“I know what you're doing.” He leaned down his breath ghosting against your lips. “And it’s not going to work.” 

You took a breath, your face still calm as you held his gaze. “I’m not doing anything.” 

He laughed quietly shaking his head. “You waited here on purpose and you knew damn well that I didn’t like her the minute I walked through that door yet you still questioned me.” He looked away for a moment before turning his attention back to you. 

“You think I was trying to rile you up?” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. He was right. You’d known the minute he walked in alone that the date couldn’t have gone that well and you’d also realised that he’d be riled up just enough that if you played your cards right you’d end up getting exactly what you wanted.

And what you wanted back what was rightfully yours. 

This was far from the first break-up you and Dean had ever had and every time it ended exactly the same. You’d break up, he’d go on a date - it hopefully wouldn't go well, he’d come back riled up, and within 24 hours you’d be back together again like nothing had ever happened.

He shook his head, a fond smile growing on his lips. “C’mere.” His lips pressed against yours and you practically melted into his body. 

It was a game you both played. He equally knew how to pull your strings and every time it worked. 

After a moment he pulled back, one of his hands moving to rub circles into your waist. “Bedroom?”

[alexsoenomel]

POV: Texts from Dean

[platonic-soulmates-gencest]

Never forget that Sam is canonically okay with stealing a pancreas for Dean. He said as much in s3e15, which I just watched again and now have feelings about it.

No, but imagine. Sam knocks Dean out, makes the doc tell him all about the formula and even makes him perform it on Dean (all the while Dean is unconscious and has NOT consented to this).

Dean wakes up and they get into a fight and Dean starts saying about Sam dying if he doesn't. So Sam knocks him out again and makes the doc perform the procedure on him as well.

Dean is very very angry when he wakes up.

Hmm I'm gonna stop now. I might actually right this 🤔🤔

[daylighted]

WEDDING BELLS & 5-STAR HOTELS ─ dean winchester!

. . . or, the first time in a long time dean's stayed in a hotel room without mysterious stains in the carpet or on the sheets.

no warnings <3 just fluff! and newlywed cutesie shit!

dean was so fucking glad you talked him out of a vegas wedding.

the thought of being married by a guy masquerading as elvis presley still sounded funny as shit to him, but he did agree with the sentiment that you deserved this. the grand wedding arch, strung with flowers, the huge cake, every eye of every single one of your loved ones there for you.

you deserved to be spoiled. dean didn't need to be told it to know it, but it was hard for him, sometimes, to remind himself that he could slow down. appreciate things. you'd helped him a lot in that regard, but it was hard to untrain a soldier into being a man again.

"this bed is nice!" you call to him from the bedroom part of your suite, and he actually laughs a little at the sound of it, hearing the little bounce of the mattress springs punctuating your words.

he undoes the tie from around his neck, draping it across the back of the couch, before he circles around it to find you, exactly how he thought you'd be: jumping on the bed like a damn kid.

you looked downright beautiful, even now. especially now. hair released from it's earlier style, flowing dress replaced with a shorter, more manageable one for the after party, your heels strung across the room. you'd even put the veil back on, the end of it catching in the wind as you jumped.

dean leans in the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, mouth tilted up in amusement. "are we having fun?"

"i'm having fun," you correct, the jumps stilling, your stance a little wobbly trying to balance on the springs, "you're watching me."

dean opens his mouth to say he's always watching you, but he didn't want to come off like a weirdo or anything. you knew you were marrying a weirdo, but, like, there were limits to how much weird a person could take in their partner.

your limit, apparently, was a supernatural hunter with dead parents and a talent at killing things. maybe, actually... you wouldn't have minded to hear about how often he just watched you.

watched you jump on every hotel or motel bed you'd both gotten. watched how your eyelashes fluttered in your sleep. watched as your eyebrows pinched together when you were cleaning the blood off of his face, or, for some godforsaken reason, doing his eyebrows. he was a much gentler, more lenient man since falling in love with the likes of you.

"stop staring at me like that," you laugh, having the audacity to sound sheepish, as if you weren't literally the prettiest person on the damn planet.

dean pushes off of the doorframe to cross the distance between the both of you. once he was close enough, your hands came up to rest on his cheeks, smushing them between your soft palms.

"like what?" he manages to mumble through it.

you lean down to kiss the tip of his nose. dean absolutely does not blush at that, either, shut up. "like you love me or something crazy like that."

"oh, can't love my wife now?" hard to speak through your light hold. easy to argue about loving you.

your hands fall to his, bending at the knee to try and haul his ass up onto the bed, too. "love me from up here." you somehow have even less balance, now, as you step backwards to make room for him on the king-sized bed, and his hand falls to your waist to steady you. "well, isn't this just the rom-com scene of the century."

dean snorts, taking your other hand into his to mimic the stance of your first dance, earlier that evening. "only you would have me dancin' on top of a bed." he pauses, shrugging lightly. "only you would have me dancin' at all."

your smile is wide and knowing. of course it is. he's not kept it a very good secret that you've got him going molten and soft, just for you.

there's no music. no sound at all beyond the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional traffic outside. even the sounds of the other hotel room doors opening and closing seems quieter here, in this moment with you. so he dances with you, keeps you upright on your feet, and doesn't seem to mind at all that this night doesn't seem to have an end in sight.

"told you the bed was nice," you say idly, just as he lowers you into a dip.

dean holds you there for a little bit of time, taking those few seconds to rake his eyes over the pristine white bedspread, and the mountain of pillows. pillows would be on the floor come morning time. sheets and blankets would be wrinkled to all hell. "not a single stain in sight," he agrees, lifting you back up to clutch you to his chest in an embrace, "wanna change that?"

"dean!" you try to scold but laugh instead, your palm flattening on his chest, curling into the white button-up's fabric. "shut up."

"what? it's a rite of passage for hotel sheets."

there's not a denial to follow, so dean breaks into a toothy, shit-eating grin.

"i think it's a great first thing to do, too, with these new wife and husband titles," he hums, mostly to himself, since you aren't arguing with him anymore.

you lift the veil off of your head and settle it on top of his, and dean really is a goddamn sucker now, because he even leans down to make it easier for you to reach. "okay," you sigh, as if you're resigning yourself to the inevitable, your mouth brushing his in a chaste kiss, "on one condition."

dean chases your mouth for a couple of more kisses, while he's got you so close. "and what's that, angel?"

you tug on the end of the veil on his head, now wearing a shit-eating grin of your own. "veil stays on during sex."

maybe he'd married a little weirdo, too.

notes. literally saw this gif on pinterest and immediately had to write something wedding related for my pookie wookie. <3

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[strawlessandbraless]

Angels: Brother, you have been chosen for this mission to save the righteous man from hell. But Castiel, hear me well. Do not covet the Michael Sword, big plans for that sword

*2 minutes later*

Castiel: I will lay claim to this living soul, rebuild him, mark him as my own, and carve my name into his ribs, gonna stare at him a lot, so much, gonna kiss him

[kaleldobrev]

Taste

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean going down on you in the back of Baby

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Cursing (4x), Smut (Fingering & Oral — F Receiving)

Authors Note: Takes place during season one | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

The uncomfortableness of the backseat didn’t faze you, as having sex in this specific position was one you were accustomed to; even before picking up Sam from Stanford.

Late night make out sessions before quietly leaving the motel room to find solace in Baby had become routine for you and Dean, as neither one of you wanted to be the one responsible for waking up Sam; knowing that he would give an earful to both of you.

Your bare back slightly stuck to the leather as Dean started to trail kisses down your chest and abdomen, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. The sounds of your back lifting up from the leather caused Dean to stop what he was doing, slight concern crossing his face. “Want me to put the blanket or my jacket down?” He asked, his hands already going for the blanket on the floor.

“Please,” you replied; almost semi-peeling yourself up from the leather seat. You covered your chest with your arms, unsure of why you did so, as this wasn’t the first (nor would it be the last) time Dean had seen you naked.

Happy with the placement of the blanket, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before gently lying you back down onto the backseat — your back no longer sticking to the leather.

Dean went back to kissing your abdomen again, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your ass up a bit, just enough for him to remove your shorts — the look in his eyes was priceless when he realized you had nothing on underneath. “Expecting this were you?” He grinned, throwing your shorts onto the floor next to him.

Spreading your legs, you couldn’t help but grin. “Always,” you said, starting to run your fingertips up and down your thigh.

Without a second thought, he hooked your legs over his shoulders; his eyes level with your now exposed pussy. “Been wanting to do this all day,” he said, starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Says the one who just gave me shit for going commando,” you grinned. You could feel his slightly stubbled smirk in your thighs, followed by him mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out.

His tongue made a long strip on your clit, and you let out a small moan at the contact. You too had been craving this all day. His tongue started slow, doing those intricate swirls he usually did so effortlessly with his tongue, that caused you to slightly squirm. His hand splayed on your stomach, trying to keep you from moving too much as he started to slowly fuck you with a combination of his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathed out; feeling yourself starting to clench around him; a smirk returning on his lips. It didn’t take long for Dean to get you there, as he was a self proclaimed expert when it came to knowing exactly the right moves to get you to come not only quickly, but hard.

Your whole body shuddered, and your knees began to go weak. You were thankful for the support of his shoulders, as if you didn’t, you knew your whole body would have gone limp.

He continued to alternate between using his tongue and fingers as you rid out your orgasm; your pussy starting to get sensitive from the intense orgasm that your boyfriend had just provided you with.

Coming down from your high, he removed his fingers and tongue from you, and you slightly whined at the loss of him. "Always so fucking good," he said, sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

As you propped yourself up on your semi-shakey elbows, he looked at you, slightly grinning, and you couldn't help but smirk in return. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"How it's my turn to taste you," you replied; a look of pure lust in his eyes.

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[salted-snailz]

Movie Night - S.W.

summary- Sam Winchester x afab!Reader drabble

cw- NSFW!! MDNI!! Fem anatomical terms, self indulgent per usual, petnames, no pronouns used for reader, implied size difference.

a/n- this started out as an imagine but I’m high and horny so….

Imagine lying in bed with Sam Winchester, sitting between his legs with his firm, muscular chest against your back, feeling so tiny compared to him.

He could so easily force your legs apart and spank your clit through your pajamas a few times just to tease you. He would wrap his free arm around you while you squirm in his grasp, making sure you don’t get away.

“Nuh uh, baby, you’re not going anywhere,” He would whisper in your ear right before nibbling your lobe, all the while rubbing you through your pants.

Sammy would tease your waistband with his big fingers, moving tantalizingly slow, just to torture you. When he finally gets his hand in, he’d start to gently rub your sensitive little clit, his hold around your chest tightening as you begin to breathe heavier.

“That feel good sweetheart?” He’d chuckle against you, finding your movements and noises oh so entertaining, “Sounds like it feels good.”

He would keep rubbing, his speed subtly increasing, his movements more persistent. When you feel yourself getting close, the arm around you would snake up your chest, his hand coming to rest on your neck. He wouldn’t apply much pressure, only using it to hold you in place.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” Sam would taunt, “Show me how good I make you feel.”

His words would throw you over the edge and you’d feel your whole body tighten up, your legs instinctively moving to clench around Sam’s hand. You’d feel all of your skin tingling and your heartbeat between your legs, slowing as you come down from your high.

You could finally feel yourself let out a long breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, your body relaxing against him. You would look up at Sam tiredly through your eyelashes, finding a very pleased smile on his beautiful face.

His view would flicker from you to the tv and he would let out a small laugh, “Looks like the movie’s over, guess we missed it,” he would say, knowing damn well he never actually planned on watching it.