#dean winchester/you

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Title: Promise Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

Summary: No one is guaranteed a long life. Least of all hunters. Dean knows this and so do you. Still, you pull promises from each other to protect the sliver of happiness found together.

Warnings: Naked fun. Fluff. Angst.

Song Prompt: I Won’t Back Down by Tom Petty

A/N: Written for Round 3 of @deanwanddamons ‘s Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge. Thank you for hosting this challenge again, Sian! I’m stoked that I’m finally submitting something, I totally missed the deadline for the last two rounds. Full disclosure: this is nowhere near the original idea I had, but I think at its core this honors the theme of the song. Let me know what you think!

The sunlight filtered in through the smudged glass of the motel room window, splashing the white sheets in warmth. His hand lifted into the sunlight, calloused fingers moving through the beams in a slow contemplation. You lifted your hand to join his and soon those nimble fingers were caressing and playing with yours. Once your hands clasped, Dean moved them to wrap around your waist and pushed up to lean onto his elbow to stare down at you.

The golden beams now outlined his naked shoulder, his freckled face, and rumpled hair. He leaned down to press a kiss onto your lips and you hummed into his mouth, stretching your naked body into his so that soon the heat under the sheets wasn’t just from the morning sun.

“I want you to promise me something,” he whispered into your skin.

Nearly delirious with desire, you huffed and pulled back enough to look him in the eye.

“You’ve got timing, Winchester. Trying to tie me down when I would give you my first born…” you trailed off, eyes widening when you realized the words spewing from your mouth.

His eyes widened too, but the blooming grin promised nothing but mischief at your expense.

“I mean, if you want to give me your first born,” he began, but you were already rolling away from him. “We can start on that right now.”

“No, shut up, that’s not what I,” you cut yourself off on a groan and made to stand from the bed.

But Dean was quick to wrap an arm around your waist and yanked you back onto the mattress, it was a flurry of limbs and sheets, laughter and kisses. When finally, he had you pinned beneath him, legs astride yours, elbows by your arms, he brushed his nose along yours and hummed in content.

“Promise me you’ll keep living,” he voiced the thoughts that plagued him when he awoke. And kept his eyes shut as he did because he knew that if he looked into your eyes at that moment, he would lose his nerve and simply drop the whole matter. But he needed to know, now more than ever, that whatever happened to him, you would stay in this world alive and safe.

“No matter what happens to me, you don’t back down. You keep living. Can you promise me that?”

You wriggled your arm free and reached up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Dean, look at me, please.”

A shaky breath, but then he did. And it was as if your souls connected, eye to eye, heart to heart.

“I promise. If you promise to never give up. Come what may, Dean Winchester, you better fight tooth and nail to come back to me. Can you promise me that?”

His trepidation softened, eased away by the ferocity of your devotion.

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” he said with a growing smirk. He kissed you again and this time there were no more distractions.

[bubblegumfrosting]

Hunted

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: You’ve been hunted by both hunters and vampires for almost a year. What will happen when the Winchesters stumble across you?

Warnings: swearing, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, attempted SA, blood, graphic descriptions (not of SA), vomit, guns

A/n: This is the first part to this mini series I’m writing, it’s a little on the heavier side but I hope you enjoy what I came up with so far!

P.S. links to other parts below fic <33

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

For half a year now you’ve been hunted by both vampires and humans alike. You’re all alone in this unforgiving world and it seems like everyone wants you dead, including yourself. Wow that got depressing fast, let me explain your situation.

When you were turned into this...monster, something went wrong. You weren’t like the other blood sucking vamps, not fully vamp nor human, some hybrid in between.

Luckily this meant you didn’t have to feed on human blood for survival but because of that the other vampires see you as “impure”.

So here you were in some shady motel in Kansas. Just last week you were in some other shady motel in Iowa but were chased out of the state by hunters. This was a common routine for you, find a place to stay for a couple weeks than flee.

You learned over time to never get attached to where you settled down, the word consistency had no meaning in your ever changing life.

It was night time and the street lamps shined an orange glow into your room. The smell of old wallpaper mixed with dust tickled your nose. You sat on the musty bed and held a photo of your family close to your chest, they have no idea where you were and it needs to remain that way.

You were homesick but it would be selfish to expose your family to the dangers of your new life. It’s for their own good that they assume you were dead.

You tossed the photo aside and brought yourself to your feet, you needed a drink. You were new to the area so the possibility of hunters or other vampires knowing you were here was slim to none.

After collecting a few things you made your way out of the motel room.

You walked through alley ways to avoid others, it’s kind of ironic how you used to be afraid of dark alleyways but now they bring you a sorta of comfort.

After walking about two more blocks you eventually stumbled upon a small bar. As you entered no one payed any mind to you so you deemed it safe. You seated yourself at the bar and ordered your usual.

You liked being out, being treated like you were just some boring human with a mundane life. These are the moments that you envied your past, you used to be terrified of being seen as “boring” but now you want to be just that.

After downing two more drinks you felt satisfied. You were numb enough to not worry about your shitty life but not too numb where you were drunk.

“Thanks!”, you spoke to the bartender and handed him money for the drinks.

As you made your way out of the bar a man around your age got up from his seat to leave as well.

‘It’s just a coincidence.’, you reassured yourself.

The man seemed too young and happy to be a hunter and you didn’t bother considering if he was a vampire because his skin was far too vibrant.

You quickly dismissed any suspicions of the man and began to retrace your steps. Humming the melody to your favorite song you walked with not a care in the world, god you loved alcohol, the best medicine.

Before you could take another step a forced pushed you up against the alley way wall. The man from before had you pinned down between his arms. He smelt of booze and cigarettes, a disgusting pair.

Any normal vampire could muscle their way out of this situation but you weren’t like the others. The only “vampire” traits you have are heightened senses, agility, stealth, and fangs (and that isn’t the best idea for dealing with humans). Yes this means you’re not immortal, you can be killed by anything a human could be killed by, have no regeneration, and you can’t even run fast or lift a car.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you, shove off!”, you tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge.

He drunkenly smiles and spoke, “Just keep still for me.”.

The man pushed you to your knees and started to unbutton his pants, no matter how hard you tried to get up he’d just push you down again. Your knees stung from the hard cement tearing at your flesh. Right when you started to cry everything went black.

When you finally came back to reality you were covered in blood. The man laid grotesquely on the ground dead, the taste of iron filled your mouth and you puked.

You just stood in place for a couple of minutes in shock. You didn’t know what happened but you knew you had to flee the scene.

You ran fast ignoring the cry of a woman who most definitely stumbled across the corpse. You didn’t care to think about what happened, you only knew not to get caught.

You breathlessly entered the motel room and locked the door. You undressed yourself and threw the ruined clothes into the trash refusing to even look at them.

You needed to shower, you needed to wash away the sweat, vomit, and blood that accumulated over your body. You needed to wash away the events of tonight.

You stood there until the hot water turned cold, finally deciding to get out you dried yourself with the rough motel towels.

The next couple of days you locked yourself in the motel room refusing to eat or sleep. You listened to the news on the television, “No one has been able to identify the body of the male victim founded in (enter alleyway street name) yet.”, the news anchor said.

You knew why no one could identify him, his face was.. mutilated beyond recognition.

“Police still have no leads on what happened but experts are speculating this to be an animal attack.”.

Hunters know the signs of a vampire attack but this look more like a werewolf attack rather than a vamp.

It was too risky to flee the state, hunters are sure to be in town looking at this case. You determined it to be safest to stay put.

The day drew on and on, you had nothing to do besides watch cartoons on the staticky television and contemplate what the hell happened that night.

You never killed anyone before, you felt disgusted with yourself but also happy nothing bad happened to you. You felt selfish but distracted yourself with bad Chinese food and a fly that buzzed around.

It was around noon when you heard a knock on your door. You stayed quiet, “Hello? Anyone home?”, a man’s voice was heard.

Hunters.

“No one, maybe she didn’t see her run this way Sam?”, a huskier voice spoke.

You could see eyes trying to pier through the window so you retreated into the bathroom. You closed the door quietly and relaxed. Right when you thought you were safe you leaned against the sink but knocked a glass cup in the process.

A loud clang rang through the room and glass shards scattered across the tile floor, “Fuck!”, you cursed as a piece of glass embedded itself into your foot.

The events that followed seemed to go by quickly. The door to your room was pushed open violently and foot steps could be heard pacing through the room.

“Dean, check the bathroom.”, this is it, this is where you die.

You sat on the cold floor breathing rapidly trying not to think about your aching foot. The door handle turned slowly and you braced yourself.

These are the moments you wished to black out again and wake up unharmed and your enemy dead.

When the door swung open there stood a man with a gun pointing directly at you. His eyes were a deep green and he wore a leather coat.

The man immediately noticed the blood from your foot creating a pool of blood on the ground, “Are you going to kill me or what?!”, you spit and your fangs came out.

The other man came up behind the green eyed man and stared down at you. He was much taller than the other one.

“What? You aren’t gonna make this fun for us?”, you started to get woozy from the blood loss and with that you passed out.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

[impala-dreamer]

Try It On - Sneak Peek

~Y/N and Dean like to spend their days off fooling around in the Bunker, and one particularly foolish day, they stumble into a room, and some items, she's never seen before...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

3,850 Words

Warnings: It's... Fluffy, Banter-y, Cute, Sexy, Kissy, Fun

...His tongue slid across her lips and her hands slipped down his chest. He bucked his hips against her and she moaned through the kiss. Her fingers bunched up around his stomach, grabbing at the navy fabric, wanting him closer.

He shivered and trailed his lips across her cheek, dropped a kiss by her ear, let out a heavy breath that prickled her skin.

“Want you,” he growled, rocking into her once more. “Now.”

Delicate fingers tucked up beneath his shirt and scraped down his belly. Y/N drew a finger across his hip bone and looked up at him, teeth snagged, eyes glazed beneath batting lashes.

“Right here.”

It wasn’t a question.

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[callisteios]

Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!

[catfoodsminmo]

i love u characters who are victims who don't show things in a way that's appealing i love u characters whos trauma leaves them with anger issues, with violence issues, with issues with connection and trust and being truthful i love you characters who don't get "better" in a way that's palatable, who don't find growth and meaning in their trauma

[spn2006]

the fact that eric kripke isn't even christian really adds something to the way christianity is depicted on supernatural. because its really not about being christian at all, but about living in america, a country dominated by christianity, and having to decide for yourself how to handle that. faith is huge in supernatural, and the mythology of the show is very bible-centric, but notably, christ is never there. even sam, who starts out revering the angels, who once said he prays every night, doesn't actually call himself a christian or imply that he believes in jesus--the show is steeped in christianity and biblical lore and yet neither sam nor dean are christians. in fact, over and over again the church itself is depicted as a haunted house that sam and dean will only ever enter as strangers, as outsiders. priests, preachers, faith healers, chapels, crypts, etc. are all just iconography that create an intense sense of unease that sam and dean respond to instantly. as a jew, its very relatable. an essential part of living in america when you're not christian is that exact sense of unease, of knowing that the culture of your country has ensured that you'll get knocked over by christianity no matter where you go, that you'll see hundreds of people truly believing they're good people while doing awful things in the name of their god, and you have no choice but to confront that. kripke gets it

[inacatastrophicmind]

[daftmooncretin]

last three seasons spn are crazy. its just dean being borderline suicidal while sam tries to fix it by basically dangling his keys at him and going : “dean look! cowboys!” “dean look! strip club!” “dean look! haunted action figure.”

Meanwhile castiel is like i see that dean is suicidal, this is clearly my fault so i will remedy this by dying.

[lonesome-dreamsss]

his handprint may be burned into your skin but it's still the gentlest touch you've ever received.

[eggchef]

destiel body swap episode i know you would've done great

[justagirlinafandomworld]

I'm Driving

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: No One Else on Earth by Wynonna

Word Count: 146

Warnings: just a lil' manhandling 👀

“How did you get to me?” It came out as a growl as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was getting his way in this disagreement, which meant that you were losing. And yet you found yourself not really caring.

Dean cracked a smile and as he passed behind you to head for the door, he leaned in close to murmur in your ear:

“I’m just that good, sweetheart.”

He gave your ass a firm slap and openly laughed at the startled sound that left you.

“Guys,” Sam started, only for the objection to die on his lips. Because you had already proceeded to wrap your arms around Dean’s waist, a vain attempt to retrieve your keys. Dean whipped his hand in the air, sidestepped and wound up with his back slammed into the wall of the hallway and you pressed up against him.

[bubblegumfrosting]

Hunted pt. 2

pt. 1 pt.3 pt.4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!reader

Summary: After fainting you woke up in a different environment, are you in danger?

Warnings: swearing, fainting, kidnapping, pain, mentions of blood, mentions of SA attempt, guns, illusions to past suicide attempt

A/n: sorry for all the warnings, I just want to ensure everyone is safe when reading my stuff!! Fluff is coming very soon do not fear!! Also shout out to @something-noir who’s literally the backbone of this fanfic!!

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

When you woke up your head pulsated and your vision was fuzzy. You couldn’t feel your surroundings so you slipped back out of consciousness.

After about a minute or two you finally woke up permanently and recalled the events that took place before you fainted. You tried to rub your eyes but your arms were stuck behind you, you than noticed that you were tied to a wooden chair.

You took note of your surroundings, the room you were trapped in was small and windowless. There was a door in front of you and the only light was a single bulb above where you were sitting which flickered every so often.

You were scared and confused, you tried to rip away the confines but winced due to a sharp pain on your foot.

The once open wound was now an ugly scab, the two hunters must have heard you moving around because you could hear foot steps approaching.

The door in front of you opened with a sudden thud and the two men from before walked in, “Looks like sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up.”, the shorter one said. You could tell he was Dean by the sound of his voice.

“What do you want with me, why not just kill me?”, you wanted to seem tough in front of them.

The taller man, Sam, had more of a serious presence than Dean, “We need to ask a few questions..”.

You remained quiet.

“For instance, why didn’t you just attacked us when we entered the motel room, we were in a clear disadvantage.”, Sam hesitated while contemplating, “Better yet what kind of vampire leaves their victim full of blood?”.

Dean spoke up, “You had us thinking you were a werewolf based on how you left the body.”, he stepped closer.

“I-“, you stuttered, “It’s complicated.”.

“Better start talking sweetheart before we change our mind on your living situation.”, He was now right in front of you.

“I don’t drink human blood.”.

“So you drink animal blood?”, Sam questioned.

“No. I don’t drink any blood.”, Dean squinted his eyes and crossed his arms in confusion.

“When I was turned, something went wrong I guess.”, you felt stupid explaining your “condition”.

“What do you mean by “went wrong””, the tall one asks intrigued by your story.

“I don’t need to drink blood to survive and I don’t have some abilities the others do”, you spoke just above a whisper.

“That doesn’t explain the man..”, Dean chimed.

“I blacked out.”, you recalled that night, “Some sort of primal instinct took over me and when I finally snapped out of it he was…dead.”, the image was burned in your mind and you tried to shake off the wave of nausea that hit you.

“How do we know that won’t happen again?”, Sam asked.

“It never happened before okay!”, you grew frustrated with their questions.

“How could you be so sure?”, Dean leaned on the chair and got close to your face.

You didn’t want to tell them what happened, you felt uncomfortable, “It’s not important, just know it wouldn’t happen again.”. You were basically begging them to drop the discussion.

Dean got up and grabbed the gun from his belt, “Sorry, not good enough!”, he aimed it at you and clenched his jaw.

“De-“, Sam tried to calm the situation.

“Shut it Sammy, this son of a bitch killed a man and I wanna know why.”.

“Please wait!”, tears formed but Dean didn’t want to listen, instead he took the gun off safety.

“FINE!”, you screamed out, “H- he tried to”, you paused because it was difficult to say, “he tried to force himself on me.”.

All you could do was look down at your lap, you didn’t want to face the hunters. They probably viewed you as some fucked up monster that couldn’t even defend herself. You felt pathetic as you felt the tear drops land in your lap.

Dean slowly lowered the gun and brushed his hand over his mouth than brought up the firearm at you once again. I could tell by Sam’s face he was getting pissed by Dean’s lack of empathy.

“I don’t give a shit what happened, you’re a monster, plus your clan is going to look for yo-“, you cut Dean off.

“Clan?! What “clan” do you think wants some defect vampire who can’t even defend herself from a human?! They all want me dead as well! Go ahead kill me! Lord knows I’ve tried! JUST DO IT!!”, by this moment you were practically in tears and delirious. You kept mumbling and saying incoherent sentences.

The two hunters were shocked by the sudden outburst and retreated back out of the room.

After about fifteen minutes later you felt tired by all the crying and screaming you’ve done and slowly dozed off into a deep sleep. By the time you woke up you were laying on a soft bed.

You tried to move your legs to stand but the pain from your injured foot didn’t let you. You noticed though that instead of it being out in the open the cut was neatly bandaged.

You looked around the room taking note of the Led Zeppelin cassette tapes and an old burger wrapper on a desk.

Dean suddenly entered the room and was shocked to see you awake but his face than hardened.

“I don’t want you here.”, he stated rather bluntly. “My brother is a soft hearted pussy though so that’s the only reason you aren’t dead.”, Dean crossed the room to look at news papers on a vanity. “The minute you’re better you better be gone.”.

“T-thank you.”, you said quietly.

Dean made his way back to the door, “Get some more sleep.”. Before he left he turned off the light but before he could leave you spoke up.

“Wait!”, Dean stopped and look back at you seemingly annoyed.

“Could you leave the door slightly open? I’m uh..afraid of the dark.”, you heard him give a small chuckle than left giving the door a thud closing it.

You scoffed at his stubbornness and covered your head with the covers from the bed to protect yourself from the darkness. It’s true, you were afraid of the dark, you always have been. It terrifies you to think about what is out there looming in the shadows.

You soon fell asleep to the comforting scent of whiskey and cheap cologne that covered the sheets of the bed. That night you had a dream about your family, about how your life used to be. You could almost hear your dad’s laughter and the scent of the perfume your mom wore. You missed them so much.

[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Four

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Chapter Four Word Count: 2031

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

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The road was flecked with dawn. Specks of glass in the blacktop shone as the first rays of day broke through the clouds.

They hadn’t been to bed, deciding to camp out in the Impala instead of wasting money on a room. Besides, it had been too late to really check in anywhere, and the backseat was just big enough for cuddling. It was perfect. That is, until Dean started snoring in her ear and Y/N had to climb over the seat and into the front to save herself the headache.

She stole the keys around five a.m. and hit the highway, stopping only for coffee and a few egg and cheese sandwiches that Dean was now finishing as they passed Rochester.

Still chewing, he rummaged through the take out bag. “No more?” He came up empty and looked at Y/N with giant puppy eyes and a mouth full of crumbly biscuit.

She laughed and tossed a napkin at him. “You ate them all.”

He pouted. “No hashbrowns?”

She grinned. “There were hashbrowns… I ate them.”

His jaw dropped and a few crumbs spilled down his shirt. “Wha-”

“You were sleeping and I was hungry.” She shrugged and hit the blinker to change lanes. “Besides, driver gets first pick.”

“Says who?”

“The driver.”

He cocked a brow but then relented, shrugging in agreement. He wiped his mouth and then balled up the napkin, chucking it behind him. “Where we at, anyway?”

“Oh, about…” She squinted at the exit sign on the right. “Nineteen hours from home. Give or take.”

Dean huffed and slunk down in the seat, leaning his head back. “Awesome. Wake me when we get there.”

Y/N scoffed and slapped his shoulder making him jump.

“What are you, a cat? I feed you and you go back to sleep?”

“I’m tired. We were up late.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You got your four hours.”

He chewed his lip. “I did. Plus a little more since you fell asleep on me.”

Her cheeks burned and she forcefully kept her eyes on the road. “I was tired and we’re all smelly. I didn’t feel like doing it.”

Leaning over a bit, Dean slid his hand across the bench seat and swept a finger over her thigh. “That’s where we differ. I always feel like doin’ it.”

She slapped his hand away. “Oh, I’m well aware.”

Dean whined under his breath and tried again, this time laying his entire hand on her leg. “Come on… let’s pull over for a bit.”

She chewed her lip and eyed him for a moment, considering. “Who says we have to pull over?” Her hand dropped to cover his and she moved it down between her thighs. “Hmm?”

Dean tripped over his own breath. “Oh…” He pressed his palm up against her, marveling at the heat already there. He rubbed firmly and licked his lips. “Well then… this could work.” He tapped his fingers at the apex and she squirmed, gasping and gripping the wheel tight.

“Shit.”

He rubbed harder and the car swerved out of its lane.

She froze. “Nope. Nope. Nope.”

Dean pulled away quickly and sat up straight, a hint of panic in his eyes. “Yeah, no. Bad idea…”

“Mhm.” She exhaled slowly and gripped the wheel at ten and two, carefully keeping her in line. “Yeah, pulling over might be smarter…”

A few miles down the road, they spotted a scenic overlook and pulled off the highway. The lot was empty and Y/N parked the Impala in the far corner, out of the way of any wandering eyes should company join them.

She cut the engine, tossed the keys into the back, and crawled into Dean’s lap, immediately licking at his plump lips.

He hummed and slid his hands under her shirt, scratching up and down her sides until she was grinding down on him.

“Fuck, that feels nice,” she moaned, her head tipping back as he nipped at her pulse.

“Yeah?” He licked at her ear, laid a kiss in the crook of her neck.

“Yeah. So nice…” She tugged on his flannel, gripping it tight as she rolled her hips.

His jeans grew tighter and so did his hold on her. Blunt nails dug into the soft flesh of her hips, chapped lips tickled her jaw.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he growled, fingers pushing through her hair and tugging hard.

Y/N ran her hands down his chest and licked at his mouth. “How bad?” Her fingers dipped behind his belt and pulled, yanking him up against her.

“So fucking bad…”

She teased the leather from the buckle, pulled her kiss away at the last second. “That’s not a great answer, Dean. Tell me. How much do you need it?”

He followed with his lips, reaching for her but missing. Green eyes were clouded with lust and he begged with everything he had. “Need it like…”

She popped the button on his jeans.

He swallowed, heavy and wet. “Like…”

She pressed her tongue between her teeth, let her eyes drift slowly down his freckled face. “Tell me.” She grabbed the metal pull of his zipper and gave it a tug.

His hips lifted and he hissed. “Need it like… Like…”

She dipped her lips to his and gently pulled the zipper down, never actually making contact. Her breath passed into his mouth and his jaw dropped, simply too aroused to think.

“I can’t word with you all up on me like this,” he said, tongue heavy in his mouth.

“You better think quick,” she teased, sliding her hand into his jeans and stroking his dick. “I’m waiting…”

He groaned and threw his head back as tense pleasure rolled through him. “It’s like…”

Y/N pressed her tongue to the base of his throat and dragged it slowly upwards to nip at his ear.

“Holy fuck-” Dean shuddered and grabbed at her hips. “Need it like-”

A loud guitar riff exploded through the car, breaking the moment.

“Ignore it,” she whispered, licking at the outer shell of his ear.

Cell already in hand, Dean rolled his eyes. “It’s Sam.”

“So?” She tucked her hand deeper into his pants and caressed his balls. “Ignore. It.”

The phone kept ringing and Dean sighed. “Might be important.” He swiped and she jumped out of his lap, annoyed. “This better be important, Sam.”

Y/N tucked herself into the driver’s side corner, stretching out so that her foot was conveniently resting on his lap.

Sam’s voice flowed from the speaker as she rubbed her toes over Dean’s erection.

“Where are you guys?”

Dean sucked in a breath, biting his lip hard as she curled her toes. “Uh- um- does it matter? What’s up?”

Sam audibly shrugged. “I found a case for you guys if you’re still on the east coast.”

Y/N licked her lips and slipped her toes inside his jeans. Dean’s breath shook.

“Yeah?” he replied, dropping a hand to her ankle and squeezing. His face was bright red, his eyes too heavy to keep open.

“Yeah.” Sam cleared his throat and they could hear the clicking of computer keys. “Town in Connecticut… uh… Cromwell.”

Y/N groaned. “Hurry it up, Sam. We’re kinda in the middle of something.” She stretched out and crooked her knee, giving her more room to move and a better angle at which to drive Dean insane. He exhaled slowly through puckered lips and gave her a stare that would have brought a nun to her knees.

Sam hummed. “Oh, sorry. Anyway- get this- smallish town, barely fourteen thousand people living there. In the last few months, they’ve had an uptick in homicides with zero leads.”

“Cool,” she said, vaguely interested. “What’s that got to do with us?”

Dean’s fingers dug into her calf as she stroked him slowly. “Any day now, Sammy.”

“Well-” Sam clipped, obviously annoyed. “It looks suspicious. Couples go missing for a week or so, then the guy turns up-”

“Dead?” Dean asked, chewing at his lip so badly he was about to draw blood.

“Yes, dead, Dean.” Sam sighed.

“And the women?” Y/N asked, innocently twirling her hair around a finger, her no-so-innocent gaze locked on Dean’s face.

“They stay missing for another week and then turn the same. No one knows what’s going on. The police are clueless.”

Y/N paused her movements and sat up, genuinely intrigued. “How are they being killed?”

Dean gawked at the loss of attention and shifted in his seat, still clutching the phone between them.

Sam went on. “They haven’t released any of the autopsies, but I did some digging and there’s been a few posts on the town’s online bulletin board with rumors. Saying the guys are stabbed multiple times and their bodies are covered in markings… Women die of blood loss.”

“Blood loss?” Y/N leaned in closer. “We thinking vampires? Because I gotta polish up the sword-”

“No.” Sam coughed a bit. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“And the markings?” Dean asked, calming down enough to be concerned.

“Again, no clue. The posts were vague. I tried to get into the police reports, but the site is pretty secure for such a small town.”

Y/N sighed. “Money talks, I guess.”

“Or buys better tech guys,” Dean offered with a shrug. “OK, Sam. Text me the info. We’ll go check it out.”

Sam shuffled a few papers. “Yeah. On it’s way. Let me know what you find out.”

“Will do.” Dean tapped the screen to end the call and chucked the phone over his shoulder. “Now, where were we?”

He cocked a sexy brow at Y/N and she made a play of wriggling out of her jeans.

“I think I remember,” she said, crawling back into his lap and setting her arms beside his head. She caged him in and stole a kiss, licking deep into his mouth and moaning loudly. “Yeah, this is it.” She pushed down on him and he hissed, hands gliding back up underneath her shirt.

“You drive me fucking crazy, baby,” he sang, bucking his hips up against her. “I can’t stand it…” He tugged on her hair, yanked her head to the side and took a bite of her throat, lapping at her pulse to soothe the sting.

Her hands dropped down between their bodies and she pushed his boxers aside, pulling his cock free. She shivered and stroked him, rolling her hips so her clit hit the tip of him. “You got a thingy?” she whispered, bumping and stroking until she was leaking.

He swallowed hard. “A thingy?”

She pulled back and stroked him a little hard. “A condom…”

He balked. “Uh-”

Her fist slid down to the base of his shaft and his eyes rolled slightly. “Gotta wrap it if you wanna tap it, Dean. You know the rules.”

“I think- we’re all out.” He whined. “Come on, baby, just this once. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

Immediately, her hand was gone and Dean groaned.

“Nope.” She sat back and looked down at him. “We’ve talked about this. Last thing I need is that super sperm of yours workin’ it’s magic up in me and then it’s ice cream and pickles for months. And I don’t even like pickles.”

He exhaled hard and looked up, trying puppy eyes again. “I’ll pull out-”

She laughed. “You absolutely won’t. I know you, Dean Winchester. And you… are…”

“Adorable?” He grinned.

She laughed. “I was gonna say a whore, but yeah, sure.” She kissed the tip of his nose and departed, sliding back into the driver’s seat. “Sorry, Charlie.”

Dejected, rejected, and stiff as a metal rod, Dean watched her leave, blinking in disbelief. “I- but-”

“Sorry…”

He looked down and sighed. “Well… I mean… you could still… help me out.”

He grinned and she rolled her eyes, unable to stop the blushing smile that crept over her cheeks or the desire that filled her mouth.

Dean pouted. “Please?”

“Well shit.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head as she climbed onto her knees and moved across the seat. “You know I love it when you beg…”

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SUPERNATURAL (2005-2020) | S05E18 ‘Point of No Return’

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You will have to put up with my rekindled supernatural obsession…. Sorry guys 😬💚

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