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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Alone, together

Summary: You are the only single at your cousin’s wedding, and it sucks.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: a little angst, language, fluff, meet-cute, banter, a hint of naughty Dean, jokes about serial killers and eating people (there is nothing graphic/it’s only funny banter), crack!fic

Y/C/N = you cousin’s name

“You can sit over there,” your cousin’s bride declares, pointing at one of the few free chairs.

You got invited a few months ago, and reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding only to sit at the side table along with the only other single. Your cousin’s bride's grandmother.

“Thanks,” you quip, hating that you didn’t find an excuse to not come to Y/C/N’s wedding. You love him like a brother, but you hate being here. “Hello, I’m Y/N.”

“Sofia,” the elder lady croaks. “I’m Cheryl’s grandmother. It seems we are table neighbors, my dear.” She gives you a cracked smile. “At least we have nice company?”

“Company?” you sit next to her and follow her eyes as she points at a man. He happily looks at the buffet and puts more and more food on his plate. “Oh, he sits here too?”

“Looks like it. He’s one of us now,” she shrugs. “I told her to not wear white; you know.” Sofia chuckles. “She had a lot of boyfriends.”

You grin at her words and laugh to yourself as the man from the buffet strolls toward your table. He nods at Sofia, handing her a cupcake as his eyes drift toward you.

“Oh, we’ve got company, Sofia,” his deep voice rumbles. “What did you do wrong?” He cocks his head to search your face. “Sofia told the bride not to wear white. I refused to accompany Cheryl’s sister to the wedding. What’s your crime?”

“Uh—I didn’t know her until the wedding. I’m Y/C/N’s cousin. He invited me,” you huff as your stomach rumbles. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just not wanted, I guess.”

“An outcast like us,” he smirks, while shoving a mini burger on your empty plate. “Try this. If you want more, I’ll show you the best food. Name’s Dean Winchester.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you shake his offered hand, making Sofia chuckle as you hold it a little too long. “What brings you here?”

“My father is a friend of Cheryl’s father. I know her all her life. She was an annoying child and became an even more annoying woman. Her parents invited my family to the wedding,” Dean explains. “Sam, my brother, couldn’t make it. My father is on a business trip, so, I had to sacrifice my day off to come here and eat free food.”

“Free food,” you clap your hands. “You’re right, Dean Winchester. To hell with Cheryl and her attitude. I’ll go over there and rob the buffet. Let’s eat all their food!”

“That’s the spirit, sweetheart,” Dean flashes you a grin. He grabs an empty plate from the table and follows you toward the buffet.

“Hmm…what to eat first?”

“Everything you want,” he says. “You’re invited, Y/N.”

“It’s a buffet, you dork,” you smirk as Dean chuckles. You easily fall into conversation while putting food onto your plates. “I shouldn’t have come here. I had a better plan for today.”

“What plan?” glancing at Dean’s plate you smirk. He definitely loves meat. His whole plate is filled with steak, and meaty faty mini-burgers. “What did you want to do today?”

“I wanted to eat the rest of my homemade pie. Maybe I’d order pizza and wolf it down while watching nonsense on tv,” his lips part and he makes an odd noise. “What?”

“Pie? What kind of pie?” you chuckle as he looks down at you, almost drooling as you tell him about the pie you made. “Where do you live? Is it far from here? Can I have a slice of your pie?”

“I live like half an hour from here,” he looks at his plate, humming as you try to fight the heat creep into your cheeks. “I just moved into my grandma’s house. She moved in with her girlfriend and wanted me to have the house.”

“Half an hour,” knitting his brows together Dean seems to weigh his options. “How did you come here?”

“A friend of mine drove me here. My car broke down a few days ago. She will pick me up later.”

“No—no,” his eyes light up. “How about we eat the food on our plates, drive Sofia home and I’ll get a slice of your pie. In return I’ll have a look at your car. I’m a mechanic.”

“Dude, I don’t even know you,” he grins as you frown deeply. Dean seems to be an alright guy, but you do not know him. Can you risk taking him home to eat pie with the stranger you just met?”

“I swear I’m not a serial killer.”

“That’s exactly what a serial killer would tell you to win your trust, Dean. I’m not sure you are not someone who wants to eat my fat ass.”

“Sweetheart, I only eat one body part, and believe me,” he winks at you, “the girls always loved it.”

“DEAN!” you choke on your spit. “What the fuck!”

“Something like that,” he shrugs as he turns his attention back toward the food. “If you want to check on my reputation, ask Cheryl.”

“She hates you.”

“Guilty.”

“Fine,” you size Dean up. “If you try to kill me, I’ll make it hard for you.”

“I’m counting on it, sweetheart…”

In the end, you gave in and let Dean drive you home. Of course, you robbed the buffet before leaving the wedding.

You drove Sofia home and exchanged numbers. She’s a damn cool old hag and you will be damned if you don’t meet up with her.

Now you sit in your living room and watch nonsense on tv while Dean is feasting on your pie.

You decided to take him home and risk that he’ll kill you, eventually.

“See, I’m only a pie enthusiast, not a killer,” he grins as you eat a slice of pizza. “So, what do you do for a living, and are you single?”

“I’m a bookkeeper,” you clear your throat as Dean scoots a little closer to place his hand on your thigh. “And, as you already know, I’m single.”

“I’m single too,” he smirks. “How about we meet up every Saturday from now. You make some pie, and I’ll bring the pizza. Let’s be alone, together.”

“I think that’s a great idea…as long as you don’t try to kill me...”

>> Part 2

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roonyxx · 2 years

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Same 4/4 Different Souls

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?

Serie Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone, Swearing.

Wordcount : 3.8k

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. This is the final chapter of Same; shout out to my babe @jay-and-dean for working with me on this amazing journey, I hope you all enjoyed this adventure as much as we did!

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Part 1: Same eyes

Part 2: Different hearts

Part 3: Same names

Jay’s Masterlist

Roonyxx Masterlist

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4. Different souls

Dean came down the stairs from letting the Winchesters 2.0 out. Wiping his face, he was relieved that they left. But he could see that Y/n was clearly upset, she was wiping her eyes and sniffing.

As Dean ascended the stairs he sat down at the illuminated world map table, his eyes focused on Melville Canada.

Sam stretched his back, he could feel the obvious tension between the two and he didn’t want to end up in the middle of it.

“I’m exhausted from the whole double me double you thing, i’m gonna get some sleep guys.”

Dean looked up at his brother.

“Night Sammy.”

Y/n turned to Sam, trying to hide her eyes.

“Goodnight Sam.”

With that Sam left them behind in the war room.

“You okay sweetheart?” Dean asked as his eyes tried to met hers.

“Yeah… I just need a drink” she said a little too coldly.

The other Dean’s words had hit her like a slap, and she really felt confused and… hurt somehow.

Y/n got up to take a glass and a bottle of whiskey, sitting across from Dean without a word. He frowned. When he opened his mouth to say something, she cut him :

“I think you have had enough whiskey for a while Dean.” She said gruffly.

“Yeah you’re probably right.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Y/n filled up her glass and shot it all down at once. Her eyes focused on the table in front of her.

The tension in the room was palpable, both of them had obviously things on their hearts but each one was waiting for the other to address the elephant in the room.

Dean let out a big sigh.

“What did he tell you? It looked serious. And you’re upset…” He watched her face, to see if he could read her, but she looked… shocked? Scared even.

“Nothing that matters.” She took another drink, no way she was gonna tell him and make things even worse.

“Stop being like that, Y/n… Talk to me.”

Talk to him ? When he was himself letting her with no answer ! He got hurt, fine ! But why that reaction ? Why not telling her anything else than I’m sorry.

“I know you’re furious or something.” Y/n didn’t make eye contact when she finally talked, letting her frustration overcome her guilt.

“Furious ? I’m not furious ?” Dean frowned.

Y/n scoffed dryly.

“Oh yeah not at all, isn’t that why you drank an entire bar ?”

Dean leaned over the table to take her hand in his.

“I’m not furious Y/n.”

Y/n pulled her hand out of his grasp.

“I never saw you that drunk Dean, and believe me, I have seen you drunk.”

He slumped back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his face,

“It wasn’t because I was angry with you Y/n.”

“Not angry huh ? You came home and went all fight club!” Y/n finally yelled at Dean.

“I wasn’t angry with you, not even with him!” Dean yelled back.

“Then why did you hit him ?” Y/n questioned him. “Please answer, this time…”

Dean looked down at his hands on the table.

“If he didn’t wear the same face it wouldn’t have happened. I was angry at myself.”

“That makes no sense Dean.” He could see she was annoyed now.

Several silent minutes passed, Y/n’s annoyance turned to a deep sadness, he wasn’t going to talk, she will have to leave with the idea of hurting him that bad, but not knowing exactly how. Tears filled her eyes as a lump grew in her throat. After a while, Dean looked at her and sighed, she was in pain, he had to do something.

“How long have we known each other ?”

“7 years.” Y/n shrugged. She very vividly remembered when she first laid eyes on the man she knew she would love forever.

“I was drunk because I was… hurt.” Dean told her.

Y/n frowned.

“How do you mean hurt ?”

“He achieved what I wanted for years in just one day…”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Dean.” She looked at him, trying to read what he was saying on his face.

“I was jealous.” he softly shrugged, in a way to make it seem like it was no big deal.

“Jealous ? Of him ?” Y/n didn’t understand what he meant, of course.

“Yes! He touched you, he kissed you, he got to smell you and keep you close, he got to know what it’s like to be with you, like really be with you. He got to taste your love, he got to see every inch of you, to admire you in the way I always wanted to. When i close my eyes all I can see are his hands on you, hear the noises you made for him and it…it hurts Y/n.”

Now Dean had finally talked, he couldn’t stop.

“But -… I- you want to have sex with me?” Y/n wasn’t sure she heard him right.

Dean shook his head, a deep sigh leaving his lips.

“I- I’m sorry.”

“Dean answer me, did you want to fu-… have sex with me ?” she had to know.

He scoffed darkly.

“Not just sex…”

Y/n waited for him to further explain what he meant with that.

Dean looked her in the eyes.

“I l-love you Y/n.” He stated his voice wavering, he felt so vulnerable, more than ever. He could feel his eyes getting wet despite his will to keep some composure. She didn’t love him, he was sure of it.

“Wh- what ?” She looked at him like he grew a second head.

“I know, I’m sorry, I… I can leave if you want.” Dean was getting out of his chair but she stopped him with a shaky voice.

“Did he tell you to say that ?” He could see the tears threatening to leave her eyes.

“What ?” Dean tilted his head to the side.

Y/n was getting up now, ready to leave. Of course he told Dean that she loved him, he probably wanted to do her a favor, but he just made it worse.

Dean grabbed her arm with a firm but kind gesture making her stop. He didn’t want to frighten her, but now that he revealed his deepest secret, the one he actually thought could ruin his life, there was no way he could live not knowing what she thought of that.

“What are you talking about ?”

She pushed his hand off her, gently.

“He told you to say that, to make me happy RIGHT ?”

“You mean other me ?” Dean questioned, confused, still a little shaken by his own confession.

She didn’t answer but Dean could read of her face that he was right.

“He didn’t tell me anything ! Why would he? What would he say to me Y/n ?”

“Because of this soulmate thing !” a sob choked her and Dean’s eyes widened.

“Soulmates what ?”

“He… Him and his Y/n were soulmates and he… He seemed to think that… “ she couldn’t find her words, or her breath, rib cage suddenly tight. “Dean, he was confusing his love story with our friendship I think, he kept telling me we should be together, but I… I told him.”

“Told him what ?” Dean lightly shook his head.

“That it was not the same, that you…”

She turned and pushed at Dean to give her space. And he couldn’t move.

A million ideas passed through his skull without staying. Soulmates ? How could she know ? What did it even mean ? Did that mean the other him and his Y/n were soulmates too ? Were they, himself and the woman he loved so much, soulmates ? Or not at all ?… He swallowed, like it would move the lump in his throat. Was it possible that he, himself, had a soulmate ? Was it…

She weakly talked again, saving him from drowning in his questions.

“But he knew so…” Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“He knew what ?” Dean now held her tight by the upper arms.

“That I love you !” She half screamed at him, the words hurting her throat on their way out.

His grip on her loosened, he stood before her as she looked down at her feet.

“Wh-what?” Dean gasped.

“I told him, I’m sorry you… I know you don’t feel the really same and I-”

“You love me?” Dean cut her off.

“Yes Dean… why else would I have sex with him ?! Why … among all the men, would I want him ?” She finally dared to look up at him, her vision blurry because of her tears.

“Because he got the looks without the crap ?” He stated with a sad smile, it broke her heart that he could think of himself like that once more.

“Because I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you, to have you inside of me, Dean… To hear you moan my name for once…” She muttered the last part as she looked straight ahead to his chest, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes because she used the other Dean for her own heart.

She felt his hand on her cheek, tilting her head up so he could look in her eyes.

“I want to give you all of that. I love you, Y/n.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

She put her head on his chest, softly sobbing. She could barely believe what he was saying, her heart racing in her chest, echoing in her head, tears heavily falling between them directly to the floor. How could it be true… And yet, she felt it. In his hand holding the back of her neck, in the soft held back sobs making his chest tremble, in everything that emanated of him, she could feel love.

“He’s not you, I know that because even when I was with him. I only thought of you. I love you Dean.” She lifted her chin to dive in his eyes. “I love you so much.”

He bent down to slowly catch her lips in a tender kiss, barely grazing at first, to then crush softly on her craving mouth, finally feeling her lips on his. He sighed in relief, like he could breathe for the first time in ages.

Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling him down to her, she felt his tongue softly grazing at her bottom lip, wanting access, needing more. It was her. She had seen him kissing, each time clenching her fists, but this time it was her… She parted her lips and let his tongue start a raging fire in her whole body.

But she broke that heavenly kiss because she needed to hear those words again, she to be sure she wasn’t making all this up in her mind :

“You really love me Dean?” she questioned once they parted.

“I really do Y/n, I have been loving you for a long time now.”

A soft smile formed on her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. She couldn’t have enough.

“I’m sorry for… sleeping with him I just, I was stupid… sorry.” She hid her face in his neck again, a wave of new guilt hitting her, if he was in love with her like she was with him, he must have been through hell.

“I’m sorry for acting like a dick and being so hard on you… I was just hurt.”

She slowly started kissing his neck, which pulled a groan from Dean.

“Let me show you how much I love you sweetheart.”

His lips crashed onto hers hungrily, pouring all his love into it. His hands traveled down her body to the back of her thighs and he whispered.

“Jump.”

She jumped up and locked her legs behind his lower back, her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to his room.

Entering his room he kicked the door shut behind him, walking to the bed to drop her on it.

He stood at the edge, just watching her for a moment, enjoying the sight before him, and he tried to ignore memories of her voice moaning that stranger’s name. He could see the blush crawling up her neck.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he crawled over her.

Her hands cupped his face, just watching him, now that she shamelessly could. Taking in every inch of him, she could see he was doing the same, admiring each other for the first time.

The wrinkles around his eyes as he wore a small smile, the freckles dusted across not only the bridge of his nose but also up his temples, his scruff that slightly scratched against the palms of her hands. His lips slightly parted, spit slick and swollen from her kisses. Her fingers touched the fine naked line between his scruff and ear, the skin feeling incredibly soft beneath her touch.

His eyes were a deep, enchanting shade of green. Her favorite color, she never liked green before she saw his green, they held such warmth and comfort, she wanted to drown in them every time.

His hands moved down her sides, feeling her steady breathing beneath her ribs, her heart thumping in her chest. He moved them down until he reached the end of her shirt to push it up, lowering himself to kiss every inch of skin that was revealed to him. His tongue leaving behind a wet trail, sucking a mark near her belly button.

His touch was intoxicating, she was already panting as her hands fisted his hair which made him smirk against her skin.

He pulled the shirt over her head,, eyes darkening at the sight before him. His hands moved behind her back to unclasp her bra, his finger went to her shoulders as he moved his thumb over the hickey on her neck, as if he was trying to erase it.

“I’m sorry…” If he wasn’t so close he would have never heard her whisper the apology.

“It’s okay Y/n, I’m not mad.” He lowered his face to her neck, sucking a mark over the one she already had and switched to the other side to mark her there too.

Everything was different, his mouth was way more eager and his hands roamed, conquering, discovering her and earning every moan, every little whimper slowly. Her body reacted different too. This was Dean, her Dean, and every touch was overwhelming.

Her hands tugged at his shirt.

“I need to feel you Dean, please ?” She fisted his hair to make him look at her.

He smiled at her, how could he ever refuse her ? With one hand he gripped the back of his shirt to pull it of.

“Woah…” she gasped, her hands carefully touching him.

“What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” The words left his lips before he knew it, he didn’t mean it in the way she thought. Her eyes flickered down, her hands leaving his chest.

“No baby… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” He took her hand and placed it back on his chest. “I’m not angry, it’s just… the jealousy, it can be overwhelming.” He admitted to her as he could see a small smile on her lips.

“What?” he asked her.

“You called me baby.” She said as her smile grew.

“I did, because you are my baby.” He pecked her lips and felt her hands push a little at his chest to roll over him.

She straddled him once he was on his back, a small satisfied smile gracing her face.

“I want you Dean, not a copy. You.” His hands held her by the waist as she shyly started to grind on him. He bit down on his lip, guiding her movement, encouraging her by pushing his hips up.

She bend down, her chest flush against his, her nipples rubbing against his. Her hands went up in his hair, as she kissed him like she always wanted to do. Her hips growing more confident with his growls.

“Fuck baby, I need to feel you, all of you.” Dean gasped against her lips.

She sat up straight, her hands sliding down his body to stop at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling his pants down, Dean kicked it of his feet as he held her up by the waist. She whimpered a little while Dean kept her up, her hips now grinding in the air.

“All of you baby, loose the pants.” He let go of her so she could quickly take off her pants, panties being kicked off too. She straddled him again, rubbing her already wet pussy on his hard cloth covered cock.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaking me.” He groaned as his grip on her tightened crushing her more down on him as he pushed his hips up.

She bend down, kissing his chest, nipping at his nipples which made him gasp, he could feel her smile against his skin.

One of his hand shifted from her waist to in between her thighs, two fingers parting her lips so they hugged his cock through his underwear, cock twitching because of the amount of slick he was already covered in.

“Fuck Dean… I need more…” She whined as she sat up, rolling her hips on him as she put her hands behind her to rest on his thighs.

Dean briefly stopped her movements to take off his underwear, Y/n licking her lips at the sight of his hard cock, she sat down on him once more, the skin to skin contact sending electric through her body, making her grind harder. One of her hands wrapped around his cock pumping him in the same time as her pussy lips hugged him, pushing his cock close to her as her clit reached his tip, rubbing deliciously.

He was panting beneath her, head thrown back and a concentrated frown on his face. She rubbed faster, feeling her climax climb, she was so close to fall over that edge.

“Fuck Dean… I’m c-close… so c-close” She was sweating, gasping his name.

She clenched around nothing as she came on top of him, her body convulsing at how hard her orgasm hit her.

“FUCK DEAN!”

Dean struggled not to come himself at just the sight of her coming.

“Yes baby, that’s it come all over me.”

She dropped on the bed next to him, she started laughing in her after bliss haze.

“Fuck Dean, you’re not even inside me and I already came harder than ever before.”

He chuckled, loving the sound of those words, loving how natural they felt ; and turn to her, hand cupping her breast as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it.

“Harder than ever before huh?” His chest swelled with pride, a wicked smirk on his face as he moved between her legs. The heavy weight of his cock resting against her thigh.

She bit her lips as she moved her hips so his cock would rest against her pussy.

“Do I need-” He started.

“I want to feel all of you Dean, I want you bare” her hands on his lower back to push him closer.

During his hesitation, she could see the question burning in his eyes. Now she new he had been so jealous, she could imagine his feelings, she could guess what he was thinking, because she knew jealousy too well.

“He… I didn’t let him… you know, only you can do that.” She told him, he catched her lips in a sweet and tender kiss.

“I love you.” He told her.

“I love you too Dean.”

He guided his cock to her entrance, pushing inside her slowly.

“Fuck you’re tight baby…” he panted in her neck.

She welcomed him, searching if face, her mouth agape. He didn’t know her and seeing his pupils dilate made her heart flutter. This was them, not the echo of another story, and they had everything to learn about each other. Her hands grabbed his shoulders hard at the intense pleasure spreading in her whole body, her nails leaving moon crested shapes in his skin.

“De… m-move please move.” She begged him once he bottomed out.

He pulled back, slowly, his cock dragging along her inner walls. As he did, she stared at him, taking in the nobility of his shape. He looked stronger than his double, rougher around the edges, he carried the violence of his life on his warrior shape, without looking brutal himself. A single tear rolled from the corner of her eyes when her love overflew her.

Leaving just the tip in he slammed back into her, making her scream out his name in surprise.

“FUCK DEAN YES.”

He started pounding into her hard, pushing her up the bed, unable to tame that hunger inside him, that craving. Her hands went above her head to hold onto the headboard. This was so intense, both too much and not enough and her mouth opened in ecstasy. This wasn’t only about sex, he was claiming her.

“You’re mine.” He growled in her ear as his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside her over and over.

“Y-Yes.”

“Tell me, tell me you’re mine, I need to hear it.” He bit her shoulder, arms holding her behind her shoulders, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.

“FUCK I’m yours Dean, I’M YOURS !”

She could feel he was losing his rhythm, the sounds he made indicating he was close.

With one hard thrust he filled her up, his cum shooting deep inside her, coating her walls white.

“FUCK YES Y/N YES!” His his jerking into her made her fall over the edge to succumb into her own orgasm, scratching his back as she clenched hard around him.

“DEAN YES FUUUCK!”

Dean fell on top of her panting, hips jerking slightly.

Her hands wrapped around him, fingers tunneling through his sweaty hair. She didn’t really notice it before but they smelled slightly different, her Dean smelled like the mundane shampoo she bought him, the leather of baby and bunker, he smelled like the bunker, like home.

There were many differences between the two of them apart from just their smells. Her Dean’s hands were rougher, probably from digging the graves and working on baby, he had more scars than the fashion version of him. His love was more… raw, because it was more like him, and she loved every bit of it.

He lifted his head from her neck, looking in her eyes, a lazy smile across his face.

“I love you Y/n.” He said right before he kissed her, lazily, still slightly out of breath.

“I love you too, Dean” she smiled against his swollen lips, his name sounding so right. “Can I sleep with you ?”

“Oh baby I’m never gonna let you leave my side.”

The two version of Dean might be made of the same wood, but they grow in a totally different forest, And the biggest difference ? Only one of them held her heart.

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Your camera roll if you hunted with Sam and Dean.

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zepskies · 7 months

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Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The Smoke Eater Playlist

Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

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Listen to Part 1 in podfic form!

(Cover image and narration by @talltalesandbedtimestories)

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lanadelnegan · 7 months

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Crush - Part 2

Gym Teacher Negan x Female Reader

read part one here

Summary: Coach Negan finds you smoking and decides to punish you.

Warnings: smut, 18+, nsfw, extreme sexual tension, smoking, choking, rough face-fucking, negan degrading you, praising you and calling you "good girl"

final part coming soon!

The majority of your final week of high school has been spent replaying the imagine of your teacher fisting his cock in his hand while moaning your name.

Your feelings are still slightly hurt from the comment he made before you hurried out of his office that day, but you've had a few days to recover from it. You've found that smoking cigarettes helps calm you down, so you find a way to sneak off a couple times during your school day to light one up.

You lean your head against the brick wall outside of the gym as you blow a trail of smoke from your mouth, daydreaming of your new favorite memory. You'll be late to P.E. again, but what's new.

You've dodged Negan as much as possible the last two days, avoiding any possibility of him bringing up the awkward moment of you walking in on him. As far as he knows, you've forgotten all about it. Although that couldn't be further from the truth.. it's all you think about actually. Especially at night in bed when you touch yourself.

You feel an ache between your legs as you stand with your back against the cold brick wall. You have to physically restrain from touching yourself right there until the sound of the gym doors swing open, grabbing your attention.

When you turn your head, Negan's eyes are on you as he saunters towards you. You secretively hold the cigarette down by your side, not wanting to draw his attention to it.

"Being late is one thing. But smoking on school property? Have you lost your damn mind?"

"You've done worse." You say, blowing the puff of smoke you were holding in your mouth directly on his face. He grins sarcastically, placing his right hand above your head on the wall.

"Such a smart ass little mouth."

Your gaze drops to his lips when he speaks, and the smell of his minty breath makes your knees weak. His grin widens knowingly at the sight of you staring at his mouth before he reaches for your cigarette, stealing it from your fingers and bringing it to his own lips. He draws in a breath, inhaling the smoke before blowing it out directly into your mouth. Your lips part slightly, accepting it without hesitation.

Somehow it feels even more intimate than kissing, as you breath in each other's air and gaze lustfully at one another. His hazel eyes drop to your mouth as his body leans closer, trapping you against the wall.

You can feel his hard bulge through his jeans and you cry on the inside, wanting to slap him for not choosing to wear basketball shorts today.

You slowly reach for the front of his pants, but he grabs your wrist gently, pushing it against the wall beside you. He brings his mouth close to your ear and the side of his neck is temptingly close to your lips. You imagine darting your tongue out and licking it, wondering what his skin tastes like.

His deep, raspy voice fills your ear, sending chills down your body to your toes. "If I catch one of these in your mouth again..." He drops the cigarette, crushing it under his shoe. "I'll replace it with something much bigger. And as pleasing as that probably sounds to you, I will not make it enjoyable."

Your body visibly shutters at his words and he backs away, leaving you shaky and desperate.

"Get it together, y/l/n." He chuckles, suddenly back in character and putting on his best Coach Negan voice while entering the gym doors.

Fuck. You gather yourself enough to follow behind him a few minutes later. When you enter the gym, your peers are lined up on the court doing their stretches and you fall into place, finding a spot in the back. You sit down, stretching your legs apart and out in front of you while leaning forward and struggling to reach your toes with your fingertips.

Negan approaches you chuckling. "Oh, darlin'.. I know you can stretch further than that." He crouches down directly in front of you. "Need some motivation? I'm right here... Reach for me, doll." He taunts, whispering the last part for only the two of you to hear.

You lock eyes with him and reach forward, finally grabbing your toes as your face comes closer to his. "That's my good fuckin' girl." He smirks proudly before standing to his feet and cockily walking off.

Your face reddens as you feel more wetness pool in your panties. You've never been so horny and desperate for a man's cock in your life and it almost brings you to tears. Knowing how big and thick he is behind his jeans just makes you crave him more and you can't help but stare. He's bigger than any boy you've been with before and you know he would obliterate you.

"Something on your mind, y/n?" He calls out, making your classmates turn their heads to look at you. Your eyes widen and he winks at you, resting his hands on his hips.

"No sir." You say back, avoiding his gaze.

"Alright, we're gonna do something fun today since tomorrow is sadly our last day together." Negan announces, looking towards you at the end of his sentence. Your heart aches a little at this words.

Since tomorrow is sadly our last day together.

"Since only a handful of you showed up today, we're gonna do a scrimmage game." He bounces the basketball lazily while he goes over the rules, and your heart races with nervous excitement.

He chooses a team captain to play against him as they both take turns choosing their players. You wait patiently for Negan to say your name, but find yourself disappointed when moments pass and the others have been picked while you and the only other girl in class stand alone.

To even more surprise, Negan says the other girl's name while simultaneously grinning at you and you scrunch your brows at him angrily.

Okay. If that's how he wants to be.

"Man to man." Negan says, not taking his eyes off of you, claiming you as his.

Negan disappears into the locker room to change and you practically drool when he comes back out in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt.

Your team has the ball as you stand close by the goal next to Negan, who casually guards you. Neither one of you are that into the game, but more focused on teasing each other.

Negan stands directly behind you, pressing his body lightly against yours and you let yourself sink into him. His mouth leans next to your ear like before and all you want is to reach your hands behind you and feel him.

"Pay attention, doll. You seem distracted."

You don't have time to respond before your teammate passes you the ball and you turn, trying to shoot. Negan keeps his hands by his sides as he lets you attempt your shot.

Surprisingly you make it and you look to Negan, expecting him to talk trash, but instead he grins proudly.

"That's my fuckin' girl."

He says, running past you to the other side of the court. You follow him closely and his player passes him the ball quickly. Negan steps back, bouncing the ball and giving you the chance to get in front of him.

He bites his lip, loving your enthusiasm as you're determined not to let him score. When he attempts to go past you, you step in front of him and push your body into his roughly but it only causes you to lose your balance and stumble. You grab onto the front of his shirt, bringing him down with you as he falls on top of you, catching himself with his hand before crushing you.

His mouth is right above yours as he smirks. He goes to stand up, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone, and subtly thrusts his hips into you before standing to his feet and lifting you up with him.

"Well obviously that's a foul, guess I get a free throw." He stands at the line to shoot, but misses the first shot, shocking all of you since he never misses unless it's on purpose.

"Something on your mind, coach? You seem distracted." You tease and he shoots you a warning glare.

He makes the next shot, looking to you. "Not at all. Takes a lot to get my attention." He smiles, running past you.

The game comes to an end when he makes the winning shot.

"And that? is how it's fucking done." He laughs, dismissing you all for the day.

Your classmates head to the lockers to collect their things and you follow behind them before Negan stops you, grabbing your wrist.

Your pulse races at the two of you being the only ones left standing in the gym.

"Don't be a sore fuckin' loser, baby." He teases, looking down at you.

"Maybe I let you win."

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just fuckin' better than you." His head tilts as you look into his flirty eyes before pushing past him and joining the other girl in the locker room.

"He wants you bad." The girl says, changing into her clothes.

"What?" You ask, sitting on the bench next to her.

"Coach Negan.. It's so obvious, don't play dumb." She laughs annoyed before grabbing her bag and leaving.

You watch her leave, wondering if you two were really that obvious. Does everyone else see it too?

You decide to undress, turning on one of the showers and taking advantage of the empty locker room while you can. Most of your friends can't wait for school to be out, but the thought of never coming back here makes you depressed.

You light a cigarette to make yourself feel better, taking a few puffs while you lean against the side of the shower and wait for the water to heat up.

You press your cigarette into the counter, laying it there for later as you step into the hot shower. You lean against the wall, letting the water run over you as your favorite image floods your mind. Your hand drops to your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing slowly, imagining Negan between your legs.

"Negan.." You moan out, opening your eyes and quickly jerking your hand away when you lock eyes with Negan, who’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed disappointedly.

"Wanna explain?" He asks and you blush as you try to cover yourself unsuccessfully.

"I was - I just.." You stutter, looking down at yourself.

"Not that. Hell, I was even gonna let you finish." He explains before holding up your cigarette. "This.. remember what I said?"

You nod, gulping noticeably as your heart beats hard with anticipation of your punishment. He flicks the cigarette in the trash before stepping in the shower with you and you back away slightly, giving him room.

"What are you waiting for then? On your fuckin' knees."

You stare at him wide-eyed, watching the water soak through his white shirt as it clings to him, revealing his toned body and dark chest hair. You slowly drop to your knees, trying to get comfortable in the small shower as your ass rests against the back of your legs.

"Take it out, sweetheart." He says, staring down at you as you obey him and pull his pants down to his ankles and off his feet, not taking your eyes off his hard length in front of your face. You eagerly lean forward to take him in your mouth, but his hand grips the back of your hair, urging you to look up at him.

"Not so fast, remember this is a fuckin' punishment, doll." You try looking up at him but the water sprays against his stomach and onto your face.

He grips the base of his cock, guiding it to your mouth and tapping the tip against your lips until you open for him. He pushes past your lips as your mouth stretches around him and you moan, closing your eyes as the water runs down your face.

His hands rest behind you on the shower wall as he leans over you, thrusting his hips and pushing himself deeper down your throat each time. You gag around him and try to pull your head back but his hand falls to your head, holding you in place.

"You're gonna take all of me, baby." He breathes out heavily, holding your head down until your nose is pressed into his soft dark curls. You struggle, unable to breathe as his length completely obstructs your airway.

You push on his thighs, panicking as your eyes water. He finally pulls back, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him as he bends down, hovering his face over yours.

You inhale a deep breath, taking in all the air you can get while you have the opportunity. Water drips off his wet hair, running down his face as he stares at you through dark, wet lashes.

He's so fucking pretty. You think to yourself as he grins, squeezing your face tighter.

"You are so fuckin' pretty like this." He says, echoing your own thoughts. "I am no where near down with that mouth, doll. I've waited so long so see you take my cock. Gonna fuck your face until I goddamn ruin you." He whispers aggressively before spitting directly into your mouth.

You swallow his saliva, secretly loving his roughness. He notices your slight grin and his face turns cold and serious.

"You enjoying this, sweetheart?"

You nod desperately, eager for him to use you.

"Can't have that, baby. Guess I'll have to try harder, huh?"

Fear washes over you, not knowing what's to come as he suddenly leans back up into his original position.

Without warning, he slams your head back against his cock completely, making you choke around him. His other hand is back against the wall behind you as guides you using your hair and roughly fucks your face. He angles your head back slightly, letting the shower waterboard you and you struggle.

He thrusts into your mouth relentlessly, until your jaw aches and you turn almost blue from lack of oxygen.

“Fuck” He grunts, pulling his dick out of your mouth quickly at the sight of you almost passing out, before squeezing his large hand around your throat and pulling you up off your knees.

You feel dizzy and disoriented, but he presses his body against yours, pinning you to the wall to hold you up. "Hey, breathe, baby. Breathe." He lightly slaps your face as you slowly regain consciousness.

Once he knows you're okay, he wipes the mascara running down your cheeks with his thumbs and grins proudly at you.

"You gonna touch another fuckin' cigarette?"

You shake your head no, trying to slow your breathing and calm down.

"Good girl." He praises you. "Finish up and get dressed, doll. Don't want your parents wonderin' where the hell you are."

You hear him chuckle as he exits the locker room with a towel wrapped around him, leaving you with panting and aching painfully between your legs.

And you realize.. that’s the real punishment.

Final part coming soon :)

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jordanmoreau · 5 months

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I have you / Dean Winchester

→ dean winchester x reader, 1,4k words / fem reader

; in which certain feelings are made known, tongue tied and flushed cheeks♡

You watch absentmindedly from across the diner as Dean leans casually against the counter, a grin plastered across his face as he chats to the female server.

His T-shirt rides up ever so slightly as he leans forward and you cough awkwardly, shifting in your seat to face away fro him, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands as if to climb further inside it. Sam, who’s sitting opposite you with his nose buried in his notes, peers up to gives you a knowing look.

“He’s just being Dean,” he says calmly, nodding his head in his brothers direction. You freeze for a second, feeling caught. Sam doesn’t take his eyes off you for a prolonged second, wondering if he should reassure you some more but decides against it. He can tell you feel uncomfortable and so he moves his gaze from you.

It’s not that you don’t appreciate Sam’s attempt at comforting you. He had noticed your affections for Dean a while ago, watching the way you’d lean into him for comfort on every case or how you’d laugh at every stupid corny joke. You swallow, shaking your head slightly. It didn’t do you any good to keep pining after him.

It’s then that Dean returns to the table, a tiny piece of paper gripped in his hand. Your stomach does a painful flip when you notice it. The servers number? You look away again, focusing on the parking lot outside. Dean however takes notice of this, sliding into the seat next to Sam. Sam didn’t bother looking up at his brother and simply slid over a handful of pages, to which Dean rolled his eyes.

Dean instead turned his attention to you, mirroring you as he tries to figure out what you’re so intently looking at.

“What’re we looking at?” he says, startling you. He’s leant across the table, propped up by his elbows as he looks toward the parking lot and then back at you. He gives you a closed lipped smile when you don’t say anything.

“Y/N?” he murmurs softly. He’s close enough that you can smell his cologne. It overwhelms you a little and you sit back in your chair. His eyebrows knit together in confusion and he too sits back.

“Just thinking,” you reassure quietly, giving him your best “I'm okay” expression. It feels like a grimace. He searches your face for a moment and then nods, apparently accepting your words at face value.

—

The next evening, you find yourselves holed up in a motel, two rooms between three of you. You try not to look too alarmed at this at the front desk, the bags slung over your shoulders suddenly feeling like dead weights.

“Sam, can I bunk with you,” you ask instantly as you’re leaving the reception kiosk, hoping he can detect the pleading in your voice. Dean frowns at you, scratching his cheek with the back of his hand. Sam begins to agree when his brother interjects, stepping closer to you.

“What about me?” he pouts. Your heart pangs and you try to appear nonchalant, shrugging. He frowns again and Sam, who’s trailing behind you both, chucks the second set of keys at him. "Here,".

Dean catches it with his spare hand and mutters something you don't quite catch. Sam hums in agreement.

You decide to walk in front of the pair, needing to get in bed as soon as possible. Your whole body felt heavy and your feet dragged as you made your way down the hallway.

Dean follows you closely. It’s then that you recognize the right door number and plop your bags down on the door mat finally, groaning as your shoulder twinges.

“You okay?” Dean asks, his hand coming up to rest on your arm gently. You flinch for a second, not realising he was that close behind.

“Y-yeah,” you mumble, trying to ignore the way your arm felt hot under his touch. He rounds you now, standing opposite you at the doorway. He’s looking at you with an unreadable expression, lips pursed.

“Are you?” you ask him awkwardly. His stoic exterior breaks at that and he blinks at you, almost like he’s offended at the question.

“Am I okay?” he scoffs. He doesn’t answer you, unlocking the door instead. With ease, Dean pushes it open and gestures inside. You now blink back at him, not moving. "Ladies first," he deadpans.

“I’m sharing with Sam,” you say lamely. Dean ignores you, hiking your bags over his shoulder and entering the room. You glance back over your shoulder and see Sam entering the room on the far left. He turns back to close the door and shoots you an apologetic look. Traitor, you think.

You sigh, admitting defeat and walking inside the room, closing the door behind you. It’s nothing special, dank and small. Two beds are pushed against the far wall, sad beige comforters draped over cream white sheets. Dean is sat on the furthest one from you, jacket now discarded and hanging over the bathroom door. He's wearing a greyish blue shirt underneath, the short sleeves hugging his biceps tightly. It's your favorite on him. You shift from one foot to another, not knowing where to place your hands.

He’s placed your bags at the foot of your bed. You stand in the entrance for a moment too long and Dean notices. He always does.

“Are you going to sit down or am I gonna have to put you to bed myself?” he asks. You flush slightly, cheeks pink and move hurriedly towards your stuff, muttering a quick sorry as you do. Dean huffs loudly.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?” he asks exasperatedly. His upper body is turned toward you. You don’t miss the note of worry in his tone and you feel guilty.

Usually you’d play along with playful banter or his flirty comments and he wasn’t used to your solemn expressions and your sad eyes. It made his heart twist in a way he wasn't used to. It was painful and he didn't like it.

“I’m just…”you struggle for the right words to say, feeling tongue tied. Admitting your feelings for him was just out of the question. God you wished Sam had roomed with you like you’d asked.

Dean waits patiently and when you don’t finish your sentence, he pushes himself off the bed. You’re perched on the end of the bed now and he crouches so that he’s almost eye level with you.

“Is it something I said, or did?” he questions you. Again, you feel guilty. You shake your head quickly, lips pressed together in a tight line. He makes a “hm” sound that sounds pained and you break.

“I’m just not feeling my best,” you lie, trying your best to meet his gaze as he listens. “It’s not you,”

Dean doesn’t respond for a moment and you think perhaps he’s bought what you’ve said. However he scoffs again. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

His tone is somewhat harsher than you think he means but his face is soft, lips slightly parted as he silently pleads with you. You fidget, not sure how to answer him. “You know I care about you,” he whispers. He’s closer then you had realized. So close that you swear he must hear your heartbeat quicken.

“Did you call that girl?” you ask weakly, taking a sharp intake of breath as you spoke. Dean stares at you blankly for a moment.

“Girl?” he says, bewildered. You nod slowly.

“The girl from the diner,” you say, eyes trained at the tv stand just past Dean’s head in your line of sight. You fidget again.

“Why would I call her? I have you,” he says. You can’t help but laugh at that, it sounding shrill and foreign given the mood. It echos against the silence of the room. It seemed just like Dean to lighten the mood by giving you some line, something to cheer you up. But when you finally look back at him his face is serious. There’s no sign of amusement.

“She gave you her number though, right?” your voice is barely audible. He hears you though and a small smile pulls at the corner of his lips. He half rolls his eyes, clearly bemused.

“And that means I have to call her?” You look at him. So he wasn’t interested in her after all. Maybe Sam was right, he was just being Dean.

He cups your cheeks lightly with his callused hands all of a sudden and you feel like all the air leaves you. “I have you,” he repeats. You feel dizzy.

“Don’t I?” he asks softly. He searches your face as if worried you don’t agree. You notice the way his shoulders have tensed.

“Yes,” you breath. His shoulders relax and he flashes you the most Dean smile imaginable.

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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year

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DATING DEAN WINCHESTER:

- he may not seem like it, but he is the biggest fan of cuddling,

- dean loves doing research with you, mostly because it always comes with lots of kisses,

- he is always touching you, he adores little, gentle and innocent touches,

- he also loves playing with your hair,

- and let's be honest he loves when you are playing with his hair; his head on your lap, just relaxing and you touching his hair, that's heaven for him,

- long car rides in the middle of the night!! talking about anything and everything, eating burgers at midnight, enjoying your time together,

- also making out in the impala ALL THE TIME; you sitting on top of dean, his hands on your ass, and of course it can get steamy,

- he loves cooking with you, when you two are alone in the bunker you always do that with a music, so you can sing and dance in the kitchen,

- dean is melting when you are on top of him during sex, he's a sub, but that doesn't mean he can't be more dominant,

- he just needs to be close to you, touching your hands, putting them above your head when he is the one making you feel good,

- this man loves taking photos of you: when you are doing chores around the bunker, when you are doing research, when you are reading, sleeping, when you are doing anything really,

- he also has a polaroid of you in his wallet,

- taking photos with you naked in bed after sex? yes.

- i was talking about cooking, but can you imagine baking with him?? "babe, can we make a pie?", "dean, again??", "i love pies and i love baking with you 😇😇" he's just a big, adorable baby sometimes,

- dean is an overprotective boyfriend even though you can take care of yourself,

- you are the one always winning rock-paper-scissors with him,

- he loves when you are wearing his clothes, especially when you are sleeping in his shirts,

- lazy mornings with him = breakfast in bed and big cups of coffee;

supernatural masterlist ++ tagging my sun @fleurfairie ☀️

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 months

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The Princess & The Playboy Masterlist

Summary: NFL Quarterback Dean Winchester has had his eyes set on Y/N Y/L/N since their college days. Back then he didn't have a shot with her and twelve years later he has even less of one given his never ending string of girlfriends. Y/N's a classy girl and she'd never go for someone as cocky as Dean. But they share a unique source of pain and maybe he can get her to see past the flirt long enough to see the real him...

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 45K

Warnings: language, angst, family trauma/loss, kidnapping

A/N: This series is complete!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

#supernatural #spn #football player!dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean au #dean x you #dean fanfic #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester series #spn series #au #football au

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negansbackdoorwhore · 7 months

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Scrimmage

Summary: Negan coaches college ball for a small community college. One of his players however keeps up a little game that he is tired of playing

Warnings: swearing, age gap (early 20s reader, Negan is mid 40s), smut, p in v sex, daddy kink

Negans POV

There she goes again, purposely wearing those fucking short shorts. They hugged those thighs tights and made her ass pop. Fuck, what I’d do to her if she was mine for one night. But I can’t risk my fucking job over pussy. I try to ignore the way she sways her hips when walking past me and how she’s able to be a star during practice. There is no denying that most of these girls are crushing on me but Y/N just has to make her desires known in a more outlandish way. She was by no means shy about the attraction, sometimes I would slip up a flirty comment to amuse her game. But never actually go to touch her or anything stepping over that boundary.

Tonight was a scrimmage game to see how well we are prepared for the season. Along with to see what we need to practice on. As the game went on, a few students watched in the gym and I focus on different plays.

“C’mon girls! Defense, defense!” I call out and blow the whistle for a quick time out. They came over to the side line and gather in a circle.

“We’re doing great so far, but defense needs work. It doesn’t really work out well if we can’t keep the opposing team off our dick, right?” They laugh at my joke and nodded in agreement. I blew my whistle once more to set off the game again. Much improvement in our team and I shout out my criticism and let them finish out the last quarter as champs. We had a little get together after they showered up in the cafeteria. Apparently, there was a little froyo social, bullshit that college campus’s do. I snuck away as the girls started talking whatever girl language they do. Hopefully, they have fun tonight. I sigh and walk back to the gym to gather my stuff to go home. As I unlocked the gym door, I go to my office and flip the light switch.

“What are you doing here?” I sigh looking at Y/N on my desk, her legs are crossed. “Not much. Just waiting for you…Daddy.” I hissed as I heard that nickname and shook it off. I move pass her and grab my duffle bag.

“Get out of here and go to that gay froyo social.” I say making sure all my things are in my bag. I then heard movement around and hoping she left. But instead heard the locking of the door.

“Y/N. I’m telling you one more time, leave.” I say in a stern tone and remove my hat. I run my fingers through my hair as I turn off my computer.

“Am I not attractive?” The question made me turn my head towards her. “You are very attractive, Y/N.” I say throwing my bag on my shoulder.

“Am I not your type?” She keeps on asking and trying to trap me. “I don’t have a type.” I say trying to dismiss her. “Then what is it? I’m twenty one, so it’s legal and I’ve caught you staring at me numerous times…” She says reaching to touch me but I dodge the advance.

“This is inappropriate and you know it.” I say going to unlock the door and then heard her let out a dramatic sigh. “I see how it is. Coach Smith is just too scared.” I gripped the door handle tight, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. I just shook my head and unlocked the door to make my leave. “Fine. Run away like a coward.” I heard her say in a disappointed tone.

Another week passed and I was grading the last few exams. I hated graded these papers especially since I’m supposed to be hands on. But can’t be so lucky as the curriculum calls for state testing and at least a few tests to exercise their brains. I sigh feeling bored already and sip the coffee from my thermos. It was late evening as I got stuck here. I did however procrastinate my duties, I had a couple dates with a few faculty members. Unfortunately, they were boring and even worse no pussy either. I growl under my breath and felt it was too long since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman. Two long months and not getting my dick wet. I lean back in my office chair and ran a hand over my chin. As I took a break, I heard some noise outside of my office. It sounded like some stupid kids finding the empty gym to fuck. I would leave it alone but hearing some guy get lucky instead of me, just pisses me off. I go to stand up and open my door to see some frat boy with Y/N.

“Shit! You fucking lied to me!”

“Hey! I didn’t know he was still here.” She retaliated and I was fucking furious. For one, she was here with this idiot and the other thing was that she intended to let another person have her.

“That’s no way to speak to a lady. Now, I’ll give you two options. One, you can leave and I won’t do a fucking thing. Two, I’ll suspend you and fail your sorry ass.” I say looking at them both. I scowl at Y/N to make her feel how angry I was.

“Fine. I’m out of here.” He walked away quickly and Y/N was shooting daggers at me. “Thanks a lot! I was trying to have fun but I can’t get that when you’re around.” I shook my head and grabbed her wrist. “I’m so sick and tired of your ass. You need someone to fuck you? Fine, I’ll change your fucking life.”

She didn’t put up any physical protest or verbal as I lead us to my office. I could practically feel her excitement as I push further inside and lock the door.

“Get your ass on the desk.” I say removing my cap and see her immediately jump to my orders. I smile to myself seeing how happy she was, I was too. Finally get to feel that tight cunt on me along with her ass. I bit my lip and approach the desk. Her thighs opened for my body to fit and instantly my lips were on hers. I held her by the waist as I leaned down to deepen our kiss. Fuck, they were so soft and tasted like honey. I groan into her mouth and felt her hips buck. I grin against her lips as I felt her thighs going around my waist.

“Eager?” I teased her and grind against her, she let out a cute whimper to feel my semi erect cock. I bit my lip and moved to bite her neck. Her skin tasted just as good as I sucked a dark hickey on her bare neck. Want everyone to see that she’s owned by me. And me alone. I growl as I move lower and felt her body through the thin shirt.

“Fuck. Coach.”

“Not coach. Negan or Daddy, either one is fine as long as you scream it.” I heard her breath get heavy at the statement and took the opportunity to kneel down. Y/N looked down at me, all that cockiness she had was out the window. It turned me on even more, seeing her slick mouth shut and her actions were all shy. All because I have her trapped under my grasp. Her limbs were trembling as I had my head between her thighs. I bit my lip looking at her turn red.

“Someone getting cold feet?” I teased as I reach to tug away her shorts. She tensed instantly and almost pushed me away. I look up at her and stopped my hands from going further. I can read how nervous she was to do this and pecked my lips on her knee.

“It’s okay. Just relax baby, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I coo as I gently massage her calf. I move to stand up and moved my hand up from her leg toward her chin. I held her cheek gently in my hand as my thumb swept along her skin. She was still flushed and I saw how she wanted to hide from my gaze.

“And I thought you’d be more fiesty. Guess that was all bullshit, but don’t worry. I know how to treat a fine piece of ass.” I kiss her again but this time, softer and more attentive. She moaned against me and I reached my hand lower to touch the front of her shorts. Her thighs daring to close but I stop the resistance. “Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy.” I purred and her muscles slowly untensed. I caressed her through her shorts and felt her hips buck.

“Mm baby. You like that?” I say pressing harder and kissing the mark I left. She only nodded and I bit down on that spot, making her let out a wince.

“Use your fucking words.” I warned. “Yes, I like it.” She whined feeling my hand go beneath the fabric. I felt the little damp spot on her panties making me growl. Fuck, I barely even touched her. I could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. I go by her ear and nibbled her earlobe as I growl again. She let out a moan this time as my finger teased her clit.

“Negan, it feels-“

“Oh yeah. Tell me baby, tell me how I feel.” Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in my chest. Her hands reached to grip onto my sweatshirt. I laughed lightly and shoved her panties away. I moaned at the warmth of her nectar hit my skin. I felt her erect clit practically twitch against my touch. Her body clings to me as I finger her dripping cunt. Her noises were muffled into the fabric of my sweatshirt and I kissed the top of her head. Her thighs dared to shut. Damn, she must be close.

“Don’t do that. Be a good girl and let me make you come.” I say against her ear and felt her pussy clenching on my fingers. “Daddy!” She squealed into my chest as I felt her come. I groan feeling her sweet juices coat my hand and brought her into another kiss. I groan and pulled away to take off my shirt. I heard Y/N catching her breath and guided her hand on the buldge of my sweatpants.

“It’s big…” She said in a shaky tone but I reassured her motions and pulled down the waistband. My cock sprung out almost hitting poor Y/N in the face. She visibly shook at the sight of me.

“Don’t worry about putting it in your mouth. We’ll do that another time, for now…” I take her hand and had her touch my shaft. Fuck, her skin was soft and warm. “Just play with it. Get a good feel for me, sweetheart.” Her palm gently went down my cock and back up. She was still shaking but it only made me twitch in her hand.

“Don’t be scared to get a little rough. Go on and give a firm squeeze.” I instructed and she obeyed immediately. I bit my lip feeling her slowly jerk me off. “Oh shit. That’s a good girl.” I praised and see her body language change, she must like that. I smirk to myself and go to stroke her hair. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” I asked and gently massaged her scalp. Y/N let out a light sigh at my attention and it encouraged her to go faster. I moan and starting to buck my hips against her. Her grip grew tighter as I felt her.

“Shit. This is making Daddy feel so fucking good.” I smile and brought my hand to lift up her chin up at me. Her eyes were full of desire and I wanted to fill that need. Along with her pussy.

“Behind? Or do you want to face me?”

“What?” She asked and I laughed lightly at her question and squeezed her chin. “How should I fuck you? Behind or do you want look at me?”

“Can I look at you?” She says in a hesitant tone and I gently push away her hand off my cock. I lean over her and kissed her lips as tugged for her shorts to come off. Her hips lifted up and I quickly toss them onto the floor. She shivered feeling the cool touch of my wooden desk as my hands brought her legs to my waist.

“Like this?” I ask knowing fully well how embarrassed she was having me doing this to her. Her cheeks were flushed and her thighs tensed. “Hold on to me, I want to feel you scratch my body as I make you all fucking mine.”

“Yes Daddy.” She whispered and I felt my cock turning to steel. Y/N’s arms go around my shoulders and I lean lower to guide my body to tease her wet slit. I groan at the feeling and heard her let out a moan. I bit my lip and eased the tip inside. She was already squeezing me and I go deeper watching her expression closely.

“Relax for me.” I whispered and stopped my movements feeling her clenching harder. Her nails scratched my shoulder and eventually her velvet walls relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never felt someone this big.” She winced gently moving her hips up making me moan. I took the opportunity to go all the way inside and moaned at how good she felt.

“Fuck. Tight little pussy on you, feels so fucking good on me.” I moan slowly moving my hips as she whimpered to feel me stretching her cunt. I reached my hand to hold her hip as I kept my thrusts slow to make sure she was adjusting to my size. I was really giving her the special treatment, might as well savor this. I lean closer to her face and kissed her softly. She moaned on my lips and I moved up for her legs to go onto my shoulders. She let out a surprised noise as her back landed onto the papers on the desk. I could careless about that shit right now.

“Oh Y/N.” I groan as I move inside of her as her cunt started overflowing with her sweet juices. Her hold grew tight on me as I started to pound her into the desk. I couldn’t hold myself back, it felt too fucking good.

“Fuck! Daddy!” She whined as my hips seem to have control over me. Well fuck, I think I might be in love with her cunt. “Good girl, letting me have you like this.” I groaned feeling her clench down on my cock.

I growled as those perfect manicured nails dug into my skin and I pumped my cum deep inside this perfect pussy. I moan and dug deep to hit that special spot and watched her mouth hung open. Her eyes shut and tears roll down her cheeks. Fucking fuck fuck fuck! This might’ve been a mistake….

#jeffrey dean morgan x reader #jeffrey dean morgan #negan x reader #negan smith #negan fic #negan #negan smith x reader #coach negan #negan au #negan smut

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winchester-girl67 · 4 months

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Wild Hearts (Part 2)

Summary: Dean steals his father's car to give Y/N a ride home. The next day Y/N tags along to the dunes for sand surfing.

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Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,771

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is 20 but closer to 21), mentions of physical abuse by a parent, past injury (bruising/scars), mentions of death and alcoholism, John is an asshole in this one, underage drinking, angst, language, slow burn, mutual pining, a hint of jealousy, a bit of fluff

A/N: Sand surfing looks really fun. Didn’t think I’d get this finished before the new year. Happy holidays!

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Dean grabbed your hand every time the headlights of a car came into view and pulled you off more to the side of the road. Placing himself between you so the car would have to go through him to hit you. The last time he did it you held onto his hand and he didn't let go. Until you came up to a driveway that led to a small ranch style house sitting amongst the evergreens.

You spotted a cherry-condition, black muscle car sitting in the driveway, "No way! Is this your car?"

"Uh- yeah," he smiled, "-I mean, no. It's my dad's but yeah that's what we're taking." He stumbled out his words as if he was nervous.

You trailed your finger up the hood of the car, "Sixty-seven?"

"You know your cars." He smirked.

"My dad used to drag me to every car show he could when I was younger. On those days he did get off work." You said, admiring the freshly waxed black paint. "And as a result, I developed a thing for pre-seventies muscle."

"Baby's the only thing my father has ever loved." Dean said and you frowned, "Aside from my mother. She passed away when Sammy was born."

"Baby?"

"It's what he calls the car."

You nodded. "Who's Sammy?"

"My little brother," he explained with an edge of protectiveness, "He's sixteen, too." He bit the split in his lip until it bled and kicked the front tire with a glare. "He's probably passed out by now," and somehow you knew he was talking about his father again, "But you better wait out here." He said, pushing you off to the side of the house so you blended with the shadows of the trees lining it. "Y/N, if you hear anything... Do not come inside."

Then he turned around and headed for the door, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut. The way he spoke about his father, loving four wheels and engine more than his sons. Dean looked pained at the thought and his eyes greener when they glided over his father's Impala.

Then it hit you, his warning. His father wasn't a good man.

You left the shadowed tree line and peered through one of Baby’s windows. Fast food bags littered the front bench seat and a half a bottle of liquor lay on the floor. Your skin started to crawl at the thought of Dean's father coming home half-pissed and taking his day out on his sons. No doubt Dean only stuck around for his little brother. You wondered if Sam had endured the same type of injuries or if Dean always stood between them. Somehow you already knew the answer.

The screen door shut with an audible creak and Dean reappeared on the porch, "Y/N?" He whisper shouted as he scanned the area you were supposed to wait. "Y/N."

"Over here," you matched his tone.

"Got 'em." He jingled the keys for you to see. "Let's push her out onto the street before we start her though." He opened the driver's door, "Here, you steer, I'll push."

"You're not gonna get in trouble, are you?" You hesitated, you didn't think you could bear to see more bruises on him, or worse.

He gave you a cocky smile, "I'm not gonna get caught."

You slid in behind the wheel and shifted into neutral, taking a moment to appreciate Baby's beauty despite the mess of trash in the front seat. Meanwhile Dean ran around to the bumper and started pushing the car down the driveway. You braked when you got to the edge of the street, throwing open the door and letting Dean take over as you slid over to the passenger side.

The car grinded to a stop as he pulled up in front of your house. It was a beautiful car but the whole ride felt like a tin can rolling over bumps in the road and the muffler rattled against the undercarriage the entire time. His father didn’t seem like the type to put his time or money into anything that couldn’t give back to him. Which apparently included keeping up maintenance on Baby.

"For someone who's supposed to love this car," you flicked a used ketchup packet onto the floor and wiped your sticky fingers on your jeans, "He's shit at taking care of it."

"Imagine if he didn't love her." Dean's eyes were lost on the dashboard, deep in some solitary thought. "He didn't deserve her and he doesn't deserve this car." For a moment you thought he must've been talking about his mother. You wondered if the abuse started before or after her passing. You didn't ask. "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Um."

"It's fine if you didn't mean it. About being my friend. But I was gonna go sand surfing and I thought that might be something you'd like to do. Something friends do." He shrugged. "I-I'm not trying to be creepy. Just friends."

"I don't think you're creepy," you shook your head and met his sad smile, "I'd love to go, sand surfing? What is that?"

He laughed, "It's like snowboarding but down a sand dune. It's easy, I'll teach you. Fall's the best time for it because the sand won't burn you."

"That sounds fun."

"Good, I'll pick you up," he said and then added, "My friend's driving. There'll be others there too, but they're not like your brother's friends."

"I don't like my brother's friends."

"These are good people," he smiled, the bruised part of his face hidden in the shadows of the car and you almost forgot about it. He had a nice smile, he didn't show too many teeth or too much gums. "I'll give you my number, in case you decide to cancel."

You laughed silently but let him enter his phone number into your cell. Then you texted him so he'd have yours, too.

"Thanks for the ride, Dean." You reached over and gave him a quick side hug. He didn't even have a chance to react but stared at the dash again and nodded when you pulled away. "Text me when you get home or I'll worry."

"You don't have to worry about me, Y/N, I'm not a child." He said cordially.

He'd obviously picked up on you putting the pieces of his home life together, his injuries, his father, how much he was risking by stealing Baby tonight. Dean was tall and built enough to protect himself, but nobody should stand alone and clearly his father was still bigger and stronger.

"People worry about you in every stage of life, Dean. At least they should. I will." He looked over at you and matched your frown.

"But you only just met me."

His words echoed in your ears well after you showered and crawled into bed. Dean brought about so many feelings in you that you didn't know which to follow. You felt butterflies, and mutual affection like you'd known each other longer than you did, and an untethered desire to protect him, which was absurd because although he was skinny, he could toss you over his shoulder and spin you around if he wanted to. His bruises and scars made you feel helpless, but his smile made you happy because you could tell he felt lighter, too.

You checked your phone and found a message from him.

Dean: Mission impossible accomplished. See you tomorrow.

Y/N: Thanks for texting. Goodnight, Dean.

Dean: Night, Y/N.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't developing a crush. You sighed and rolled over in bed. What could you do, nothing. He'd get into a lot more trouble than you.

Sleep did not come easy after that and you woke up before you thought you'd even fallen asleep. You groaned and rolled over in bed when you heard your phone buzz.

Dean: Good morning, Y/N.

Y/N: Geez, you wake up early. What time is it?

Dean: You're literally looking at your phone.

Y/N: Omg! It's 6am, what is wrong with you?!

Dean: You know the saying, early bird...

Y/N: The sun isn't even awake yet, Dean.

Dean: You're grumpy in the morning.

Dean: Just wanted to let you know we'll pick you up around noon.

Dean: Y/N? You still wanna come, right?

Y/N: Yeah! Sorry, I'm tired.

Dean: Awesome. Just one question before you pass out on me. Benny's bringing a grill, so we're making hotdogs for lunch. You're not a vegetarian are you?

Y/N: Yeah...

Y/N: I'm joking. No, I'm not.

Dean: Good, our friendship might've ended right there.

Dean: Just kidding. Go back to sleep.

You smiled at your phone a little too long before you locked it and went back to sleep for a few hours.

"Hey, sweetie. You're awake early." Your mother said when you walked into the kitchen around ten. It was early compared to your typical Sunday morning. "Have fun last night?"

You nodded, not wanting to get into the events of your brother or his friends from the bonfire. Your mom seemed to accept the answer and you assumed your brother made it home at some point without her noticing the hour.

You got along with your parents well enough. You never really got into any trouble and you weren’t sure they even knew how to ground you if you did. Besides, your dad wasn’t around much lately, it seemed his new promotion kept him at the office longer than necessary. Which was where he was now. On a Sunday, at ten A.M.

You didn't know what you wanted to do when you grew up, but you knew you wanted to have balance in your life. Something you thought your dad didn't understand. You couldn't remember the last time he brought you to a car show, you couldn't remember the last time you'd asked him to bring you either.

"Your dad said he'd be home for dinner and your brother probably won't be up until mid-afternoon. What time did you two get in last night?" She asked, sipping on her coffee.

You didn't have a curfew because you never had the need for one and your parents oddly trusted you. You didn't do crazy shit to make them worry about you but sometimes you wanted to, if only just for the attention. So you knew she was just curious when she asked.

"I dunno," you shrugged, not wanting to get into why you didn't know and that you didn't come home with your brother. "I'm going out with some friends for lunch."

"That sounds fun," you weren't sure if she was even listening anymore or just saying that.

Your family had gotten better at not actually listening to each other lately. But you ignored that fact yourself and grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

At eleven-thirty, you threw on a pair of high-rise jeans and an oversized t-shirt that you knotted at the waist. You also pulled on a flannel shirt in case it got chilly which was the way the weather was turning lately. Then you texted Dean.

Y/N: Text when you get here, I'll come out and meet you.

You wanted to avoid an awkward interaction with your mother. Especially since your brother was awake now and slamming the kitchen cupboards. He wouldn't really care but he was nosey and would start something if he saw how much older Dean was. And you doubted a few hours would've helped much with the bruising on his face. That wouldn't be fair to make Dean explain how he'd got them to complete strangers. Especially since you were pretty sure you knew how he'd gotten them.

Dean: We're here.

You shouted a 'Bye' as you ran out of the house, hearing your brother ask your mom where you were headed before the door slammed shut behind you. You shoved your phone into your back pocket and ran down the driveway to where a red Jeep waited. Dean stood outside, leaning against the door.

He smiled when he saw you run up, "Hey."

"Hi." You said, noticing his face falling, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like we're sneaking around," he glanced back at your house as if he expected someone to come running out after you. "Feels wrong."

"I just didn't want you to have to deal with the inevitable questions about, you know," you pointed to the left side of his face. "But if you want I can introduce you before we go... Or you could come over Friday for family dinner and give that a little more time to heal."

He stared at you for half a second then shoved his hands in his pockets, "Family dinner sounds nice."

"Great, I'll set it up tonight!" You smiled brightly and touched his arm, "Feel better?"

He swallowed and nodded and you heard someone shout impatiently from inside the Jeep. Dean opened the backdoor for you and climbed in after you. You sat in the middle next to a guy with black hair and blue eyes who looked about the same age as Dean.

"Hey, I'm Cas." The guy greeted you as you settled in.

As soon as the door was closed the Jeep pulled out onto the road with a bounce from a pothole the tire hit.

A small brunette in the middle front seat turned around and waved, "I'm Ruby, Sam's girlfriend," she pointed to a lanky guy with long brown hair next to her who offered you a smile.

They looked about the same age as you, at least you knew Sam was. You noticed right away Sam didn't have any bruises or obvious scars. You felt a bit proud of Dean for that and also a little sorry that he didn't have someone like himself to have his back.

"That's Benny," Dean said, pointing to the guy driving. "Benny say ‘Hi’."

"Hi." He glanced in the rearview mirror.

"He's quiet until you get to know him." Dean explained.

Benny, by far, looked the oldest of the bunch. Maybe it was because he hadn't shaved in a couple of days or maybe it was because he was built like a linebacker. But either way he didn't seem to like you. It was just a vibe you got in the split second your eyes connected. It practically radiated off him and you wondered if you were the only one picking up on it.

"So, Y/N, how come I never see you at school?" Ruby asked, spinning around in her seat to face you completely and bumping into Benny who growled. Maybe it wasn't just you. "You're not home schooled are you?"

"No, I go to one near my dad's work." You explained quickly, not really wanting to talk about school.

"Where does your dad work?" Sam asked this time.

“At Sandover Bridge and Iron. He’s the Director of Sales and Marketing.” You bounced your eyebrows. Really all that means is he’s barely around anymore.

"That's cool," he said, shifting his eyes to Dean for a second.

"Oh," Ruby’s brown eyes widened for a second and you knew what she was thinking.

"Yeah."

"Am I missing something?" Dean asked, glancing between the two of you.

"It’s a private school." You explained and it seemed to dawn on him. "What are you smirking at?"

"You have to wear a uniform, don't you?" He smiled so wide the split in his lip threatened to pull again.

"If you must know, yes, and it is the bane of my existence." You rolled your eyes dramatically to make your point.

"So, like a plaid skirt with those long socks?"

"Careful, Dean. We're friends, remember?" You whispered to him and he opened his mouth to respond, but then snapped it shut and turned to stare out the window.

Ruby pouted, resting her chin on the back of the seat, "That's too bad. You could've sat with us at lunch and I would've shown you around. Dean says you're new."

"Yeah," you sighed. That would've been nice to know someone in school. You had begged your parents to let you go to a public school this time, but they insisted. "Too bad."

Dean had gotten really quiet and you nudged him with your elbow. He turned to smile and swallow thickly before turning a cold-shoulder and staring out the window again. You had only been teasing, but you didn't want him getting any ideas that would only result in him getting in trouble.

"How do you guys know Dean?" You asked, directing the question at Cas since Benny didn't seem to be much of a talker.

"We grew up together. Well, me and Dean did." Cas explained, "Benny just kind of showed up one day and we couldn't get rid of him." Benny growled and Cas winked in the rearview mirror. "He really is a teddy bear once you get to know him."

Once you got to the beach Benny didn't park in the parking lot, instead he drove out onto the beach and down the shore for a long time until you were surrounded by only dunes of sand. It would've taken forever to walk there. He parked at the top of the dunes and everyone filtered out of the Jeep. The guys grabbed the boards from the trunk and Benny got to setting up his grill. You guessed he wasn't really into sand surfing.

Dean said he was going to teach how to surf, but he was already halfway down the dune with Cas when you looked. And Sam and Ruby were flirting as they carried their boards over to join them and you didn't feel like third wheeling it today, so you hung back with Benny.

"Need a hand?" Your voice was softer than you'd like it to be but you found him intimidating, even if he wasn't nearly as tall as Dean or Sam who was a moose at sixteen and probably still growing.

"Thought you came for that," he pointed at the dune where the others had run off to and you saw a couple extra boards stuck in the sand at the top. But you still didn't know how to surf, never even been snowboarding. And those surfboards looked a lot more like snowboards. You'd hurt yourself for sure without knowing how to turn or stop. "I hope you know what you're doing with him."

Your eyes snapped back to Benny's and you squinted, "Excuse me."

He raised his hands and his eyebrows, "His home life is... undesirable. I know you know what I mean. Last thing he needs is your parents on top of his own."

You didn't think your parents would bat an eye at Dean. Mainly because they were wrapped up in their own lives and didn’t pay you much attention. But if they did notice, you wondered if they would dislike Dean enough to turn what you have with him into something wrong and indecent. You'd like to think they wouldn't because it wasn't. But it's a parent's job to be protective of their child.

"We're just friends."

"Not the way he looks at you." Benny cocked his head and started setting up the foldable stand for the grill. "He's not thinking when he's around you. And don't get me wrong, I like seeing him happy, he's been there for me more times than I can count, but- Do you have any idea what his father would've done if he knew Dean took that car out last night. If that's the way he looks after spilling paint in the garage..." You didn't know what to say and opened your mouth like a fish out of water before he continued. "Dean's never done anything like that before. I'm just asking you to be careful with him. He has two years left and then he and Sam can get the hell out of there."

"Why two years?" That's all you could manage to ask.

"Dean's tried to get custody of Sam since he turned eighteen but the lawyers always tell him the same thing. He's too young himself, with no steady income and no decent living quarters. Going through courts takes time and money and Sam would likely age out before that time." He explained as you fiddled with the knot in your t-shirt.

"How'd you know about the car?"

"I live next door, I helped him push it back up the driveway so his father wouldn't wake up and hear the engine."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I mean, I kind of knew but I guess I believed him when he said it would be fine." You watched your shoes and tried to still your bottom lip. "Just so you know, I'm not trying to cause him any more pain. We just kind of connected last night and I like him. I'm not gonna do anything that'll get him in trouble though. I promise."

"Kid, I'm not worried about you doing the dumb shit. I'm worried about him." He scratched his slight beard. "It's not fair to ask you to think for the both of you."

"It's not fair to ask me to not be his friend either."

"I couldn't ask that of you."

You kind of missed quiet Benny and the afternoon was starting to feel a lot like last night with your brother's friends. You wiped a tear threatening to fall down your cheek when you were sure Benny wasn't looking; everyone else taking a second run down the dune after climbing back up. You stood around and kicked at the sand until you could feel grains in your shoe.

"Hey, cher, can you grab me the hotdogs from the cooler?" Benny asked and nodded towards the cooler next to the Jeep.

You didn't bother digging around and just brought him the whole cooler. He split open the pack of hotdogs and started grilling. Then pulled a can of beer from the cooler and opened it. He handed it to you and grabbed his own. You wondered if you actually had to drink it, but he clearly saw that you were upset and it was a peace offering of sorts. So you took a sip.

The fifth sip wasn't so bad and the seventh went down even easier. But it still tasted gross and you still didn't see the point. Maybe just a little warmth in your cheeks.

Sam and Ruby were the first to run back over when Benny rang the dinner bell. Followed by Cas and Dean. Dean eyed the beer can in your hand and you took another sip before you grabbed a hotdog and walked away.

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Part 3

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33 @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

SPN: @hobby27

Wild Hearts: @justrealizedimmascifygurl @evieluvsjamie @kimberkingrivers

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talesmaniac89 · 1 year

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Limelight 18 - Putting the “lousy” in jealousy

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A Dean x Reader Social Media AU

Pairing: CEO!Dean x Journalist!Reader

Summary: The workaholic and media shy CEO of Winchester Inc, Dean Winchester, is forced to try online dating by his friends. What will happen when he swipes right on (Y/N), who is working on a series on online dating for her magazine?

Warnings: Red dating flags, Exes, frustration and misunderstandings

Y/N = Your Name

Start Here - Last - Next (Coming soon)

Limelight Tags: @twinkleinadiamondsky @jamerlynn @samsgirl93 @linki-locks11 @ultimatecin73 @joeyfilth @mimaria420 @lacilou @itzabbyxx

Dean Winchester Tags: @ria132love @woodworthti666 @defenderrosetyler @akshi8278 @justanotherwinchester @lyarr24 @torn-and-frayed @all-will-be-well-love @wearesuchstuff1 @thefridgeismybestie @adoptdontshoppets @screechingartisancashbailiff @septixtrash @punof-agun @deandreamernp @justagirlinafandomworld @sexyvixen7 @justrealizedimmascifygurl @globetrotter28 @deans-spinster-witch @iprobablyshipit91 @mrsjenniferwinchester @leigh70 @djs8891 @pink-sparkly-witch

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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One year later - Snippet

Summary: Dean and you are a family now.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: daddy!Dean, fluff, pregnant reader

Y/F/N = Your father’s name

A/N: You don’t need to know the series to read this snippet.

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Three years later, …

“Sofia Rose, slow down,” you laugh as your daughter is chasing after your husband. “Baby girl, you will stumble and fall again.”

“Aw, our girl only wants to capture her daddy, sweetheart. Don’t be mad at her,” Dean snickers while hiding behind the sofa. Your daughter squeals as she finally got a glimpse of Dean. “I guess, I gotta be quiet now or the great adventurer Sofia Rose Winchester will find me.”

“Daddy,” laughing you watch Sofia Rose jump at her father. She squeals in excitement, peppering kisses all over his face. “Daddy. I win.”

“You found my, baby girl,” Dean gets up from behind the sofa and lifts your daughter to play airplane with her. “But you didn’t find your baby brother yet, Sofia. Do you want me to help you?”

She squeals, babbles, and laughs as Dean carries her toward the nursery.

“Dean, we should eat now,” you sigh as your daughter is busy calling her baby brother’s name.

“Look at your little brother, baby girl,” your husband coos as Dean Y/F/N jr. wakes from his nap. Your little son coos, mumbles, and slowly opens his eyes. He immediately smiles as his eyes land on his father.

“DADDA!” he squeals, holding out his chubby hands for his father. Your son sniffles as Dean needs too long to pick him up. “DADDA!”

“Hey bud,” Dean carefully places your daughter on Dean jr.’s bed, smirking as she crawls toward the pillow to lie next to her little brother. “Are you hungry, Dean jr.?”

“Pancakes!” Sofia Rose exclaims. “I want pancakes, daddy. Mommy, will you make us some?” she lifts her head to glance at your swollen belly. “Uh—is the baby hungry too?”

“Sofia,” Dean snickers as he can hear your stomach rumble, “mommy is always hungry. The little bean in her belly is craving pancakes and bacon, just like daddy. Let’s go to the dining room and eat.”

“Mommy, do you want my pancakes too?” your daughter worriedly looks at you again, frowning as you place one hand on your three-months baby bump. “I’ll give you mine too.”

“No, baby girl. Give one to daddy. It’s his special day today,” now your daughter jolts up on the bed, looking at her father with big wet eyes.

“Daddy is it your birthday again,” she asks. “Mommy, did I forget daddy’s birthday?”

“No, no,” you coo to calm your little girl. “It’s Father’s Day. You know, we talked about it. Do you remember the gifts we wrapped a few days ago?”

“YEAH!” she starts to jump up and down the mattress, squealing as her little brother starts to make a fuzz. “DADDY!”

“Alright, alright,” Dean picks his son up to make sure he doesn’t start to cry. “Calm down, baby girl. Let’s go to the dining room and eat the food mommy made for all of us.”

“That’s from Sofia Rose,” you hand Dean the first gift. “She wrapped it too.” Dean laughs as the gift is a mess. “Happy Father’s Day.”

“Thank you, baby girl,” Dean kisses your daughter’s head. “Daddy will unpack all the gifts now and later; we will go for ice cream. What do you say?”

“Ice cream,” Sofia Rose pounces on you sitting on the couch to tug at her little brother’s arm. “DEANY, ice cream.”

Your son hides his face in your chest, whining as his sister won’t stop bugging the little boy. He’s a little moody today.

“He will get a small one. Dean jr. doesn’t like ice cream as much as you do,” you explain. “He’s only two years old, baby girl.”

Dean hastily unpacks all gifts, saving yours for last. He carefully unwraps the gift, huffing as he expected something for his car or sweets, not a picture frame.

“A picture frame?” He frowns. “Uh-nice.”

“I got two more gifts hidden in our bedroom,” you flash him a dirty grin. “The other gifts are not safe for work, baby.”

“Uh-huh, Mrs. Winchester wants to do the nasty,” he gives you a cocky grin. “We will wait until the little angels are asleep, of course.”

“Just have a look at the picture in the frame, Dean,” you groan. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, this is—” he frowns as you put the latest ultrasound picture into the frame. “Wait, am I imagining things, or are there two heads and four feet? Fuck, did I get you pregnant with a superhuman or something?” Dean makes a joke to hide he’s close to freaking out.

“Dean, no,” you start to laugh at his puzzled expression. “You are so smart, but sometimes you say the dumbest things. We are having twins.”

“I know. It’s just…two more. I thought we are going to have one more,” this time you flash him a smile as your husband freaks out a little.

“You wanted more babies, Mr. Winchester,” leaning closer to your husband you snicker, “now you got more. Happy Father’s Day.”

“Happy Father’s Day, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too…”

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Same 2/4 Different Hearts

By Jay-and-dean and Roonyxx

Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?

Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol, drunk Dean and a dash of violence.

Wordcount : 5k

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 3, it will be edited on @jay-and-dean ‘s blog as soon as we can!

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Catch up on chapter 1: Same ¼ Same Eyes on @jay-and-dean‘s blog!

Part 1 : Same eyes

Part 2 : Different hearts

Part 3 : Same names

Part 4 : Different souls

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2. Different Hearts

While he was leaving, trying to remember how to breathe, his double self fell heavily on the woman he loved so much, panting in her ear, leaving a trail of light unfocused kisses in her neck.

“That was…” he said as she cupped his face to kiss his lips one last time.

This is it, it’s over now, she thought as she crushed her lips on his. She had to let him go.

“You’re…” she started, not really knowing what to say.

“You’re really something, Love” he said with a sweet smile on his sweaty face.

He gently withdrew and laid on his side next to her, after he got rid of the condom, his hand searched hers to stroke it.

“You too… You’re so sweet and…” she turned to see the exact same face of the man she loved just beside of her. “God” she sighed, rubbing her face.

“I look like him” he stated, taking her by surprise.

“Wh-what ?” she gasped, suddenly terribly ashamed.

He turned on his side and rested his head on his arm, searching her face.

“I look like the man that holds your heart” he simply said.

She couldn’t move for a second, a pained frown on her features.

“I’m s-sorry” she stammered but he offered her the kindest smile.

“It’s okay” he assured her, clearing his throat. “I understand, I really do.”

But it suddenly didn’t seem right to her and a lump grew in her throat.

“No…” she sat on the bed, taking the sheets to hide, turning her back on him. “It’s really unfair to you.”

But she felt the mattress move and his arms wrapped around her body from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“I haven’t been totally honest to you either, Y/n…” she said seriously in her ear. “I lost you in my world. You… you are very much alike… Just worlds apart.”

She felt her heart break and tears filled her eyes instantly. Was she a reflexion too ? At least her Dean was not lost…

“Me ?”

“You, Love” he whispered, putting a soft kiss on her neck. “I should have told you… I just, miss her so much…. I’m sorry.”

“You were… together ?” she dared, gently putting her hand on his fingers resting on her collarbone.

“We were amazing” he murmured, and after a short silence, just holding her, he talked again : “You should talk to him.”

“No” she frowned. “And you won’t either.”

“Y/n…”

“Promise me” she ordered.

“Fine” he sighed. “I won’t say a word. But you really should make a move, Love, believe me.”

“I already know he doesn’t like me like that, Dean…”

“How can you be sure of that ?” he genuinely asked. “I mean I’m literally him and…”

“No, my Dean is different” she cut him.

She could never be with him, he wasn’t some copy or anything. He was Dean, the real one, the one even God admired, the one that went through Hell and everything. She shook her head, feeling like a monster for thinking like this, the man holding her deserved better than being treated as a “copy”.

“He…” she spoke again to try and make her words a little softer. “He had a real relationship once, it’s just not for him.”

“That’s what people said about me before my Y/n” he stated.

“I’m so sorry you lost her” her voice was full of tears.

“And I’m really sorry you can’t be with him” he murmured.

Something fell on them, like a veil of tenderness, both sincerely knowing how much the other was broken, feeling their radiating love for… almost each other.

But suddenly, a sharp pain hit Y/n’s heart : Out of her selfishness, she had slept with a stranger, at home, even the guys didn’t do that. She had “spied” on her best friend’s body… How would she react if him or Sam or anyone else among her close friends had found a copy of her and undressed her ?…

The man she loved the most in the world, to whom she dedicated her life, that she defended like a lioness because everybody always took on him… She finally betrayed his trust too. And a new kind of self hate was growing inside her.

But above all of that, she had used a man she didn’t know without thinking twice of what it could mean to him. And now that he was gently shaking with emotions, holding her so kindly, probably holding back a steam of tears, her own heart exploded with guilt.

“I’m so selfish” she let out in a poorly held back sob.

“I wanted it too” he tried, stroking her arms.

“I’m just reopening scars.”

“They were never healed, Y/n” he assured her. “Listen, our story stopped so brutally, her life…” she heard him swallow hard.

“You deserve better” she whispered and a tear fell on her shoulder, making her turn to see him.

He wiped his face and smiled.

“Yeah… she always said that.”

“I’m sorry” she whined, turning her whole body to cup his face, forgetting the sheets that were supposed to hide her. “I wish I could do something…”

“You can” he stated low, looking away.

She frowned, a little confused but she would have done anything to make her mistakes right. Anything. So she nodded without even knowing what he was going to ask.

“I never had time to say goodbye… To get my closure. I know it’s a lot to ask…”

“Yes” she cut him. “I will be her.”

He shut his eyes hard, like he was in pain and she let go of his face, taking a deep breath to brace herself.

“I’m so sorry, Love” he let out in a sob and the last pieces of her heart shattered. “I wasn’t fast enough and I really should have seen that demon… I…”

She gently took his hand, trying to handle his wet eyes on her, now she noticed he was just has damaged as her Dean, his Hell had just been different.

“I still…” he continued, now cupping her face. “I still smell your perfume before I go to bed… I did… before the world… I lost that too now. A-and I know you always told me I was the bravest but” heavy tears were soaking his face. “Now that you’re gone I don’t feel brave at all.”

“You are” Y/n assured him. “You’re brave and you’re not alone. You have Sam. Dean, never forget that you’re the best team together.”

“Yet I feel so lonely… I still sneak out to our bar alone to drink cheap whiskey and dance on those crackling country songs. Except no one dances with me…”

“I’m sure we’ll meet again in Heaven” Y/n said, barely handling his pain.

“I don’t doubt that” he smiled though the tears.

“I love you” Dean said.

She felt her own tears fall on her breasts. She would never hear that again for sure, but now she knew how it felt…

“I love you, Dean” she answered.

He put his forehead on hers, leaning closer to put a kiss on her lips and whispered a strangled “Goodbye, Love”.

Then he got up and started picking up his clothes, silently covering himself as she stayed kneeled on the bed, tears rolling along the curves of her face and breasts.

“I’m sorry” he said as he put his hand on the handle. “Thank you… Goodnight Y/n.”

After he left, she stayed a while on her knees, holding her face in her hands, crushed by her guilt and by her pain for her one night lover. She only fell asleep in the middle of the night, trying to calm her sobs with the idea that, at least, her Dean was safe in his bed.

She was wrong.

- Next day -

Y/n entered the kitchen, going straight to the coffee. She softly smiled towards the two Sams who were discussing something about latin verbs.

Her Sam could see the smile was not convincing. He was right not to believe her expression, she felt… awful. She regretted her night with the softer version of Dean, what if the real Dean found out ? It was his body and she saw every inch of it… She knew what he looked like underneath those clothes, even without his consent.

She had cried all night after she returned to her room. Not only because of the feeling that she used the gentleman but also for abusing her Dean’s privacy.

Another set of footsteps arrived in the kitchen, Y/n looked to see who it was, hoping to see the man she missed. It was her one night lover, his eyes matching her own, red and puffy.

He looked at her with a kind smile but he wore it heavy on his face.

“Hey” her voice was soft.

He cleared his throat before he answered her.

“Hey.”

She put her hand on his arm and gave him a reassuring squeeze, a small gesture that meant a lot. It meant “I’m sorry” and “I know”, it meant “I’m here”.

She looked around, hoping to see the man she loved in the corner of the room, or getting out of the kitchen with coffee… But he wasn’t, and, like every time she felt bad, she knew only one thing would eventually make her better : his smile. So she turned to Sammy.

“Have you seen our Dean ?” she asked.

“He isn’t with you ?” Sam said.

Y/n shook her head.

“Maybe he is in his room.” Sam reasoned with her.

“I’ll go bring him some coffee.” Y/n took a second mug, filled it with coffee and made her way too his room. She just needed to see her Dean so bad.

Softly tapping her knuckles against his door she waited for an answer, but was met with only silence.

“Dean? I have coffee.” He wasn’t aswnersing.

“I’m coming in Dean, I hope you’re dressed.” Y/n slowly opened his door to find it empty, the bed still perfectly made. Where could he be? She walked to the garage to see if Baby was there. Finding her usual spot empty made her stomach churn in worry.

Pulling out her phone she looked for his contact and pressed his icon photo. Straight to voicemail, shit. She hurried back to the kitchen and looked at her Sam.

“Sam, he is not here, the Impala is gone. I called him but his phone goes straight to voicemail.”

Sam retrieved his phone from his pocket, calling his brother.

“Dean ?” Sammy frowned when dean’s voice echoed on the other side. “Where are you man ! What ? I can’t understand you. Seriously Dean, don’t you think you could have chosen a better day to drink the entire red corner ?”

That’s all Y/n needed to hear, Dean was at The Red Corner, she knew exactly where it was. She ran to the garage, taking one of the keys from one of the fastest cars in the garage.

She drove -way over the speed limit- straight to him. Why did he answer Sam’s call but not hers ? Something was wrong.

She spotted the impala in front of the bar. She parked next to the beloved car and looked inside the joint, it looked way too dark inside to be open. Getting out of her car she looked around, he couldn’t be far.

Walking to the other side of the impala she found him sitting on the ground, his back against the side of the car.

“Dean!” She went down on her knees to check him over, the stench of beer and whiskey knocking the breath out of her.

“Heya sweetheart.” His words were slurred.

“God Dean how much did you drink ?” She said as she looked him over.

“Not enough to get the noises out of my head.” He huffed.

She tried to get him up. Tugging at his arm. He was a dead weight she couldn’t lift, making no effort at all to help her. And while she thought his body was the one thing impossible to carry, he knew it was his heart.

“What are you talking about?” she sighed.

Dean suddenly looked up at her and opened his mouth to let out a small moan that on any other occasion would make Y/n clench her thighs, but he became louder and started making more obscene sex noises. Just like that, on the parking lot. Sitting on his butt, playing out loud what was torturing him.

“UHG fuck yes Dean ! Y/n you feel so good uughh…” he imitated her, and it felt like a slap to her. “Those noises, Sweetheart”

Y/n let go of him, frozen.

“Y-you h-heard ?” she bit her lips not hold back the tears.

Dean pulled himself up as best as he could to get at eye level with her.

“The whole bunker heard you, Sweetheart.” His words were really slurred, he has never been this drunk before.

He tried to put his hand on Baby’s door, to keep balance, but his palm missed the target and he fell heavily on his knees, his head hitting his beloved car’s side.

“S-shit…” he mumbled, not really feeling the metal hurt his head.

“God, Dean” Y/n held back her tears, she had never seen him like that.

She squatted to check his forehead but he clumsily pushed her, his eyes half closed. She sighed, swallowing her pain, focusing on her goal, bring him home, safe and sound. She noticed his palms were scratched and guessed he must have fell before… That was probably why she had found him on the floor.

“I can w-walk” he groaned, trying to get up again, and she had to use her whole body to prevent him from falling again.

Trying to ignore the shame she opened the passenger door of the impala for him.

“Get in D., you’re really drunk.”

“You call him that too ?”

Y/n bit her tongue to stay silent, he was drunk and disgusted that she invaded his privacy. His behaviour was justified and he deserved to be angry.

He turned and put his hand on the roof to make his way into his Baby, but he stopped and looked at her.

“You’re driving her ?” he grunted.

“Well, you are certainly not, unless you want me to leave her here ?”

With a groan he got in the car, she closed his door and stepped slowly to the other side, watching him through the windshield, Dean was always impressive, but right now, he was almost scary ; she knew he would never hurt her, of course… Maybe it was his despair, maybe he just seemed taller. Getting in behind the wheel, she took a deep breath.

As Y/n reached for the wheel Dean stopped her.

“Did you take a shower ?”

“What ?” Y/n frowned.

“Did you shower after you fucked Romeo? I don’t want him all over my car.”

Y/n bit her tongue and ignored his harsh words as she could, turned the ignition and drove out of the parking spot with her heart filled with guilt pounding violently in her ears.

“Jezus Dean you smell like a frat party, why did you drink so much?” Y/n said once she was on the road.

She could see him shrug in the corner of her eye.

“You could have hurt yourself badly.” she stated sadly.

“Who cares.” He huffed.

“I care, Dean.”

“You’re confusing me with the other dude.” He scoffed as he turned to stare out the window.

Y/n let out a big sigh, trying her very best to keep the tears at bay.

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“For what ? Fucking a guy who looks exactly like me ?” He wasn’t even looking at her.

Once again Y/n didn’t know what to say, he had every right to be angry. She had used his body, right ? She had seen him, touched him and… It wasn’t even him. She rubbed her face, this was so confusing. She knew this was a very bad idea but… Dean’s reaction let her confused.

She could have taken the yelling and the frowns, the grunting, and she would even have accepted any kind of distancing. But why was he so hurt ?

Her brain could turn it in every possible ways in her head, she could never guess.

She couldn’t know that Dean was torturing himself that bad. That he was stabbing himself in the guts with sounds and images. She couldn’t even get close to understanding his pain, the burning of the thousand questions hitting the inside of his skull at light speed. Did she came more than once ? Did she used protection ? Did she blow him ? Bite him ? Tied him ? Did he look in her sweet eyes when he came ? …

She couldn’t know, because she had no idea of the feeling torturing him right now : Jealousy.

Dean turned to her and could see the hickey on her neck. Did he have to do that? Claim her like that, she is not his.

“Are you guys like a thing now ?” He asked, his eyes not leaving her neck.

“We are not.” She snapped back.

“He marked you up pretty good for not being a thing.”

Her hand covered her neck instantly and her heart became even heavier with shame.

“We’re not.”

“Do you wanna be ?” He asked, his drunk brain turning jealousy into self-hate. This other version of him was better in every ways, rich, polite, even happier… And Dean always thought almost anybody would be better for Y/n, but now, he knew that if she wanted him, even then, he wouldn’t be the best him for her… He got nauseous.

His question took her completely by surprise. Did she ? Of course not, he wasn’t her Dean.

“No.”

Dean looked at her, opening his mouth to say something but closing it again.

“What Dean.” She knew something was on his mind. He was turned away from her, slumped in the car seat, his hand fumbling with the built in ashtray in the car door.

“Why did you have sex with him ?” he grunted.

She averted her eyes from the road to look at him, his eyes held such… disgust ?

“Dean I-” Dean cut her off before she could answer his question.

“You did use protection right ?” he snapped.

Her hands tightened hard on the steering wheel, almost feeling sorry for hurting Baby like that. He was hurt but did he have to lecture her like that ? And talking about it was becoming humiliating…

“That’s really none of your business.”

Silence fell over the two hunters, her mind was going every possible way. He probably thinks I’m disgusting, he can barely look at me.

Dean couldn’t get rid of the images in his head, and a thousand questions were still burning his heart : Did he go down on her ? Was he wearing a condom ? Did she wrap her legs around him, like he always dreamed she would with him ?…

And the detailed images were like gasoline on the fire of his rage, the closer to the bunker they got, the bigger the blaze became.

Once she entered the bunker Y/n parked the car in her usual spot in the garage. She turned off the ignition, got out and went to Dean’s side to help him out.

“Leave me, I’ve got it.” he stated.

Y/n took a step back as she looked at him stumble. He didn’t want her to touch him.

“I’ll go get Sam.”

“No ! I’ve got it !” Dean made laboriously his way up the stairs to the hall with Y/n close behind him.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Y/n caught Dean who was leaning a bit too much to the side for her comfort.

“Are you guys okay ?” Other Dean appeared in the hall.

It all happened so fast, Dean had his other world version pinned against the wall, punching him square in the face.

“DEAN!” Y/n yelled as she ran after him, he was fast for being barely able to walk mere seconds ago.

Other Dean was bleeding from the bridge of his nose and eyebrow, he punched her Dean back in an attempt to get the upper hand. But this fight was without a winner.

“WHY HER ! Couldn’t you have put you dick somewhere else !” Dean yelled as he kept his other version against the wall.

He pulled his arm back to finish the fight but Y/n was right behind them, ready to pull them apart. She noticed it too late when Dean’s elbow hit her straight on the nose. She fell back against the wall violently, hitting her head, her vision when black for a second as a sharp pain shook her.

“Y/n!” Both Deans said in unison. Her hands were on her nose which was bleeding heavily.

Dean let go of his fancy version to crowd down to Y/N, falling on his knees faster than he should have, his eyes still barely focused.

“Y/n I- I’m sorry. Let me see” His clumsy hands went up to take her hands off her face, his whiskey smell heavy around her, but Y/n flinches away from him.

Other Dean appeared slowly on her side, with a kind smile and a reassuring expression.

“Can I just look ? I won’t touch it” he said, searching for her face.

She turned her head towards him slightly, letting her hands down to show him the damage.

Dean stood up and backed away, he scared her, hurt her. As much as it pains him to see him with her, he was the better choice. He was better for her… Dean walked away from the scene, Y/n wasn’t his… He already knew it, he just lost her for real.

“Look up for me, Love.” Her one night lover said.

“It’s nothing.” Y/n stood up, wiping her nose with her sleeve to find it red.

“I’ll just put a tampon or something in it, I’ve had worse.” She gave him half a smile.

“You sure ?” His soft green eyes dove into hers.

“Yes Dean, you have some patching up to do yourself.” Y/n pointed towards his nose bridge and split eyebrow.

Dean tugged at his now red stained white shirt

“Yeah you’re right.” He gave her a soft nod and walked to his room.

Y/n went to her room, locking herself inside as she let her tears stream freely, she made her way to the sink to clean her face and put some tissues up her nose. This was all her fault, Dean was disgusted that she invaded his privacy and went completely crazy on the other Dean. It wasn’t even his fault. She asked him to kiss her…

While Y/n took care of her nose in her room, Dean was in the shower, hoping it would help to stop the room from spinning. Rinsing his open knuckles under the water spray, he looked at the blood dripping from the cuts, it stung.

Good You deserve that, you fucking hurt her. He had lost her trust, he thought hearing the love of his life having sex with a guy who was practically the better version of himself hurt the most, he was wrong. The way she flinched away from him, that was way worse than anything else. She was scared of him.

Getting out of the shower he dried himself off and went in his room, hoping he could beat this hangover with a couple hours of sleep.

When the other Dean came to Sam to ask for another shirt he was on instant alert by the blood. After a few explanations from that weird version of his brother, Sam decided he had to check on Y/n.

He knocked softly on the door of her room.

“Y/n ?”

Y/n was curled up on her bed.

“Leave me alone.”

Sam tried her door but it was locked. Hoping he would accept it and not try to pick her lock, she waited for him to leave. She really did not want to see him right now. She took advantage of the look alike of her best friend, she invaded his privacy and in the process she hurt everybody. She knew her Dean probably hated her, she couldn’t stand the feeling of Dean hating her, he was everything to her.

Hugging her pillow she cried herself to sleep that night.

- Next day -

When Dean woke up covered in sweat, he could feel his head pounding. For a quick second, he sighed in relief, nightmares… Just nightmares. But the last evening came back in one single big piece, like an anvil falling on his chest, and nausea made him lay on his side, big breaths leaving him.

After some time, minutes or more, he sat up with a grunt.

“Fuck.” Putting on some clothes he went to the kitchen for some much needed coffee and some painkillers. When he walked in, he saw his brother was already there.

Sam lift his head, his hazel eyes were a dark grey today, and his look heavy.

“Don’t give me that look” Dean said as he took a mug and some meds for his head.

“Why did you have to hit him Dean ?” Sam asked his brother.

Dean turned, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know man, I was drunk a-and-”

“Jealous.” Sam said.

Dean just shook his head, sitting down at the table, ignoring the screams in his head. He was determined to eat something, knowing he would need energy to face that day.

“I screwed it up Sammy. I hurt her and now she is scared of me, I-I lost her.”

Dean was really not hungry, his guilt was eating him alive.

“You didn’t lose her Dean, she knows you didn’t mean to actually hit her” Sam assured his brother.

“You didn’t see her, she flinched away from me because I hurt her, Sam.” Dean shoved his plate aside, not hungry for his bacon and eggs.

“Have you maybe thought about how this other Dean feels about it ?” Sam asked his brother cautiously.

“What do you mean ?”

“This Dean, he had his own Y/n back in his world they were engaged, he lost her.” Sam said with a heavy heart, remembering the words of his fancy double.

Dean frowned, is this why he was so interested in her ? Did he just want to be with her again ? He lost his Y/n in the other world so now he will steal this Y/n ? Does Y/n even know that she is a hard copy of his dead girlfriend ? What if she wasn’t ? What if she was ? He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like to lose her…

Someone cleared his throat and both boys looked at the origin of the sound. Alternate universe Dean stood in the doorframe of the kitchen, wearing a black eye and a tired smile.

“Can I come in or are you gonna hit me again?” he said.

“I lost it, sorry” Dean grunted through his teeth, the images of them two still torturing his heart.

His other version made his way to sit at the kitchen table in a sigh, next to Sam.

“It’s okay” Dean lied. “I didn’t know she meant so much for you, I have no right to come in between that.”

Dean stared long at his fancier self, he had to know more…

“I heard about your Y/n… I’m sorry for what happened to her.” Dean gave him a sad smile.

“Seems like news travel fast here… “ His eyes became wet at just the thought of his lost love.

An awkward silence fell among them.

Dean could see his other version was plagued by memories of his past, he recognized the feeling. His stomach was still wringed by jealousy, by guilt, nausea still making him sweat, and it was not just the hangover. This man touched the woman he loved, had the woman he loved, he had been inside of her… But now he also knew that he had lost her, he had to see Y/n die, to bury her.

The other him rose from his chair, interrupting the trail of his thoughts. And as he was leaving in silence, he briefly stopped with his back turned to the original brothers.

“Dean ?” He said, still not turning around.

“Yeah ?” Dean answered a little unsure.

“Talk to her, believe me, you do not want to lose her.” His voice cracked, tears not far behind.

Dean opened his mouth to say something but he didn’t even get the chance. His doppelganger had turned and had a tight grip on Dean’s shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Once you have her, never let her go, n-never” tears were threatening to fall from his eyes, but, his jaw trembling, he held them back.

He always promised her to be brave, even after she died.

“I think I already lost her… better anyway, I’m not good enough for her” Dean said as he avoided the eye contact.

The other Dean put both his hands on Dean’s shoulders now and shook him lightly.

“I thought exactly the same with my Y/n, do not let our own self wallowing bullshit ruin from being with her ! DON’T push her away, you need her and you know it ! So grow some fucking balls and talk to her !” With that he let Dean go.

Dean pushed the hands holding his shoulders off in a sharp move, getting up. The man looking like him had a point, Y/n deserved better, the least he could do was apologize to her.

“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll go find her.” Dean stood up and made his way to her room.

Images of her bloody nose flashed across his eyes, his footsteps to her room feeling heavier than ever before. He was playing the words he just heard in his head : Having her ? He never really thought he could really be with her, even if he wanted it more than anything. But now, knowing some other version of him had been engaged to her… not just with her : engaged.

He was confused, guilt still pounding in his head, jealousy still digging big cuts in his guts and this stupid hangover…

What was he going to tell her anyway ? Start with sorry, he thought.

Just… start with sorry.

Dean knocked softly on her door.

“Y/n ? Can we talk ?” His question went unanswered. “…Y/n ? Please, I know you’re probably angry with me but I just wanna talk.”

He was only met with silence and it worried him. Slowly, he pushed open her door to find her room empty.

With a frown, he closed the door and went to the garage to see if a car was missing. They were all still here so she hasn’t left the bunker.

Dean started checking every room in the bunker : Sam’s room, library, war room, kitchen, bath room…

Panic had made him forget but, of course, he knew where she was the moment he saw the door of his beloved Dean Cave. She loved it as much as he did, and called it her ‘little paradise of peace’.

He moved closer and stood in the door frame as he could see her, sitting on the couch, feet nicely tucked under her body, sipping from a cup of coffee.

He tapped his knuckles softly on the frame of the door.

“Can I come in ?”

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