#dean x benny fic

[vivitalks]

This ain't Earth. It's Purgatory. However monstrous, Dean can't fight the urge to just say what he means. Be who he is. Maybe this is who he is: fighting monsters, loving men. Maybe in this world, it can be.

(laughs nervously and slides this across the table as an offering to the dean/benny/cas community)

[damienn]

Yall PLEASE give me destiel fic recommendations. I've read most the big ones like 91 whiskey, four letter word for intercourse ect. I don't do mpreg or omegaverse stuff, freaks me out to much lmao. Anyways I'm also not exclusively looking for smvt, I love angsty shit and even just fluffy comfort. Feel free to self promo, post fics you love, and use this post as a rec spot im just desperate for something to read lol

Ps. I also love Sabriel (preferably not bottom Sam if it's gonna be smvt) and anything involving Benny. Benny is my bitch, I love Benny.

[smellingofpoetry]

Last Time?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: They promised each other it would be the last time.

Square/s Filled: “Age Difference” (@spnchristmasbingo), "Lingerie" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Dirty Talk" (@spnkinkevents), “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: age difference, smut, 18+, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 2460

A/N: Hi there! Not long ago I wrote a fic called “A few moments of madness” for the beautiful @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. It was fun writing that one, especially the part where I left with that huge plot twist. I genuinely thought it was the end of the road for this story, though, until the inspiration hit me. And what was I supposed to do if not write it down? So, here we are today. I think I’m starting to figure out my way with smut, but I’ll let you judge that. Let me know what you think about it. Enjoy!

He was in big trouble.

Since his little accident with his best friend's daughter - if that's what you wanna call it - he tried to avoid Benny at all costs. He did a pretty good job if you asked him, until the Christmas holidays. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate since what happened with Lisa, and he definitely didn't want to spend Christmas under the pity glances his family would throw at him. Sunday's lunch was already too much for his own taste. So, he decided to spend Christmas alone for once. Maybe eating take-out on the couch just like a grown-up person would do. He had everything planned already until Benny asked him to join him for Christmas dinner.

Dean knew he should have ignored the bell ring - he knew it.

Either way, he agreed because it was Benny and because, of course, he felt guilty for what he did. So, now, he was stuck celebrating Christmas with his best friend and his daughter. Yes, the same girl he had fucked months ago, and he still jerked off at the thought of it, even though he would deny this last piece of information with all his strengths if anyone asked him.

Dean had a plan, though.

He had spent the prior night wide awake, planning his way through the whole Christmas dinner. It was a solid plan, and he was kinda proud of it. He just needed to stay away from Y/N and follow every step just like he had planned them.

What could possibly go wrong?

They were halfway through dinner and Dean was pretty sure he was going to hell. His plan, which was supposed to be solid, blow up in his face the moment he stepped inside his friend's house. He didn't even know how that happened, but here he was facing Y/N at the dinner table. He did his best to avoid her gaze and participate in the conversation, but if he had to be honest the only thing he could see was her bent down on his kitchen counter. Because of that he almost choked on his food on multiple occasions. Thank God his friend was too busy making sure everything was perfect for his daughter.

Yeah, his daughter…

Dean's thoughts trailed off again until he realized he was staring at her sweater a bit too much.

"Oh, crap, I forgot the beans."

Benny's voice caught his attention just in time to see his friend get up. Dean followed suit without thinking about it, too afraid to be left alone with Y/N.

"I'll go get them." he tried, earning a weird look from Benny.

"No, man, sit down. You're our guest. I'll be right back."

And with that Benny was already out of the room, leaving Dean with his napkin still in his hands, staring at the door. He cleared his throat, glancing at Y/N, who was watching him amused, before sitting down again.

"You're being weird," she told him while sipping her wine.

"No, I'm not." he scoffed, even though he knew she was absolutely right about it. Y/N raised one of her brows, watching him from the rim of her glass which earned an eye roll from Dean.

"Okay, fine, but in my defense, I just want you to know that when I came here, I had a solid plan to walk me through this..." he said, gesturing at them and the room they were in it.

"Oh, and how's going?" she asked amused, trying her very best to hide her smirk. Y/N figured she had done a poor job from the way Dean was looking at her - unimpressed.

"Clearly, it ain't working."

"Clearly," Y/N smirked, putting down the glass she was still holding.

Dean scowled at her, wanting to kiss that smirk out of her face. Wait, what? No. Absolutely, no. - he had to scold himself for thinking stuff like that about his friend's daughter, even if that same person was looking too damn cute for her own good.

"Okay, stop doing that."

"Stop what?" she asked with her brow raised in confusion.

"You know what! Never mind," he said, stubbing some of the vegetables on his plate with the fork. He didn't even like vegetables, for fuck’s sake. Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, glancing in the direction of the kitchen before leaning more toward Dean.

"Look, I know that we started on the wrong foot..."

"You can say that again." Dean scoffed, gulping down a generous amount of red wine.

"And I would like for Benny not to know about, you know..." she said, pointing at the two of them. "...us."

Dean sit up straight at that, putting down his glass and leaning more in her direction before speaking in a lower voice.

"He can never know about us," he said, panicked.

"So, could you, I don't know, act a bit more normal?"

Dean furrowed his brow, opening and closing his mouth a few times his mouth trying to find the right words.

"Yeah, right, right. I can do that," he assured her, even though he wasn't sure who he was really trying to convince, her or himself. She nodded her head with a small smile, satisfied by his answer.

"Great. And, oh, Dean, what happened between us..."

"...it can never happen again." he agreed, finishing her sentence.

Y/N was pressed against the wall, her Christmas sweater pulled up and her breast spilling out from her red bra. Her skirt was around her waist by now, while her panties were discarded somewhere on the floor. She could still picture Dean's face when he discovered the lingerie she was wearing under her Rudolph sweater.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of Dean's cold fingers against her hot skin. Y/N felt them travel along the inside of her leg until he reached her aching pussy. He ran his fingertips along her slit way too gently, making her ache even more.

"Please..." she moaned, letting her hips sway back and forth in search of some friction.

"You want more, hm?"

Y/N nodded her head enthusiastically, trying to stifle a moan and failing miserably. Dean smirked, biting down on his lips. Yeah, hell was definitely waiting for him, and he couldn't care much.

"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me, sweetheart," he whispered, taking away his hand from between her legs. Dean saw her open her mouth, sticking her tongue out for him and he had to restrain himself to not groan out loud. Damn, this woman - he thought while pushing three of his fingers inside her mouth. Y/N welcomed him without saying a word, sucking his fingers as if her life depended on it. Dean's free hand traveled down his pants, unbuttoning them to free his aching cock. He pushed them down just under his ass, taking down with them his boxer. His cock sprung free, tip red and precum already leaking. Y/N sucked at his fingers one more time before letting them free, licking her lips right after. Dean didn't even give her time to think about what was coming next and his three fingers found their way between her legs again. He circled her clit a few times before pushing inside her wet folds. He fingered her hard and fast, watching her take it thrust after thrust while taking hold of himself and giving a few strokes at his hard cock.

"Oh! God... Dean..." she whimpered, moving her hips against his hand while trying to hold herself somewhere, anywhere. She could already feel herself getting closer and closer, already tasting the pleasure when his fingers stopped, making her whine. Dean put his hands on her hips helping her move on her unsteady legs, positioning her in front of the bathroom mirror. He stayed behind her, watching her intently while his hands traveled along her body. He reached for her breasts, squeezing both of her tits in his hands and making her moan.

"You have to be quiet, now, Y/N. Can you do that for me, hm?" He asked her, licking the skin on her neck before latching his lips around her earlobe. She bit down on her lip, nodding her head at his question. Dean smiled with her earlobe still trapped between his teeth. He sucked at her skin one more time just for good measure before helping her lean forward.

"Bend down on the sink and spread your legs for me."

He didn't need to tell her twice. Y/N bent down, spreading her legs in the process. She felt exposed under Dean's gaze which made her even wetter than she already was. Dean bit on his lip, unable to take away his eyes from her glistening pussy. He took hold of himself, letting his cook brush against her folds a few times before lining himself at her entrance. He started to slowly push inside her, his eyes never leaving the mirror to watch her every single expression. Y/N closed her eyes, biting down on her lips to stifle the moans wanting to escape her. Dean let his fingers disappear between her hair, gripping a few of her strands and pulling them towards him. Y/N followed his movement arching her back and exposing her breasts even more.

"Open your eyes, babe. I want you to watch me fuck you," he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver against him. She breathed heavily, taking a few seconds to regain control over her heart before opening her eyes just like he had asked her. The moment her eyes opened and looked at him through the mirror, Dean filled her with a deep thrust. Her whole body was pushed forward, and Y/N barely had the time to put one of her hands on the mirror to keep herself from crushing against it. She tried to follow every push of Dean's hips, matching his rhythm.

"Look at you, being fucked in your dad's bathroom by his friend." Dean panted in her ear, while still fucking her with a brutal pace. Y/N bit down on her lip harder, but she couldn't help the sound that came out of her at Dean's words. So, she put a hand around her mouth not trusting herself enough to be quiet, not when he was playing dirty. Dean smirked at her reaction, thrusting hard inside her while one of his hands went to her breast squeezing hard.

"Do you think he noticed your absence or he's too busy with the new year eve's party?" he asked her, knowing full well she wasn't going to answer him too busy pushing her hips against his hard cock. He let slip his free hand in between her legs, founding her clit.

"What would Benny think if he saw you right now, hm?" Dean felt her walls fluttering around his cock at that, making him falter for a moment.

Y/N let go of her mouth free even though she knew that wasn't a smart move, but the need to hold on to something was too much. So, she held onto the sink not being able to do anything if not stay there and take every push of Dean's cock ready to burst.

"Dean..." she whined, hoping that the music downstairs would cover her moans.

"You'd like that, don't you?"

"Oh God..."

"Say it," he told her, rubbing faster and faster at her hardened clit.

"Fuck... yes! Yes... yes..." she sobbed while the hardest orgasm of her life washed over her; her juices coating his cock. Dean groaned at the sight of her coming undone and after a few more thrusts he was spilling inside her, filling her up.

"Fuck, babe, yes." he panted in her ear, while his hips spasmed a bit more.

Dean collapsed on her, being careful to not crush her against with his weight. He breathed heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulders. Y/N rested against the cool sink, trying to catch her breath while letting her fingers travel between Dean's locks.

"That was..." he whispered, licking at his cracked lips.

"...the last time?" she asked him, scratching at his scalp making him moan.

"Yeah."

"You already said that yesterday after you fucked me on your couch..." she whispered, glancing at the mirror to look at him. Dean hid his face in the crock of her neck, grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them.

"...and the week before when we fucked in your car..." she whimpered, knowing exactly what she was doing while he bit down her skin.

"...and at Christmas dinner..."

Dean pulled hard at her nipples, making her gasp, and her core clenched around him but that seemed not to be enough to stop her.

"...half an hour later I was sucking you off, remember?" she asked, pushing him away gently just enough to turn around to have a better look at him. Dean let her move, still keeping her trapped between him and the sink, already missing the warmth of her pussy around him.

"Yeah, I remember that like I remember being balls deep inside you while your dad was sleeping three doors down," he whispered kissing her hard, letting his tongue swirl around hers.

God, she was able to make him a needing mess - he thought making a huge effort to push away from her. Dean licked at his lips, tasting her while slowly starting to recompose himself the best he could.

"We should get dressed and go downstairs before midnight," he said to her, bending down to grab her red lacy thong. She nodded her head, starting to adjust her bra before pushing down in his place her sweater. Dean kneeled at her feet helping her with her panties, pulling them up at her leg, and stopping halfway through to give one last lick at her wet pussy. Y/N shivered at that, opening her legs a bit more to give him better access at which she earned a gentle suck at her lips before he pulled her panties all the way up. Dean got up, kissing her one last time letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You go first, and I'll follow in a few," he said to her, watching her adjust her skirt before walking to the door. She put her hand around the knob ready to turn it when she glanced at him.

"So, last time?" Y/N asked him just to be sure.

"Last time."

"Great, I'll see you back at your house then."

She winked at him before opening the door and slipping out of the bathroom. Dean closed the door behind her, resting his head against the cool wooden.

He was a dead man, but damn if it wasn't worth it. 

[mlmxreader]

Hotel Room Service | Benny Lafitte x gn!reader x Dean Winchester (🍋)

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↳ ❝ request ❞

: ̗̀➛ For one night, Benny lets Dean share you with him.

: ̗̀➛ dom/sub, biting kink, praise kink, Daddy kink, spitroasting, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, anal fingering, dirty talk, sharing, nipple play, cum swallowing, breeding (anal), threesome

↳ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY

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You, Dean and Benny were hunting together, which wasn’t exactly unheard of;  just another vamp nest near the Mississippi River, which needed clearing out, and you and Benny happened to be in the area so you offered Dean a hand as Sam was in hospital and he couldn’t do it alone.

Dean knew about you and Benny, as the two of you were terrible at keeping secrets from either Winchester; it was kind of heartbreaking at first, as Dean had always had his eye on you and couldn’t deny that he was rather jealous of you and Benny being together.

But he tried his best to get over it, even though he still found you very attractive and couldn’t stop himself from shamelessly flirting with you in front of Benny.

What he did not know, though, was that, back at the motel where the three of you were staying, you and Benny had come up with an agreement; for just one night, Benny had agreed that he would allow Dean to share you.

It was your idea, but had it been anyone else, Benny would have said no - Dean was the only exception, and that night would be the only time. 

You sat Dean down on the bed next to you while Benny sat in the chair and watched from the corner; slowly, you reached out, and put your hand on Dean’s thigh, giving it a little squeeze as you smiled at him and nodded slowly.

“Me and Benny had a talk,” you started, “and we agreed that, for one night, you can join in.”

His eyes seemed to lighten up as he grinned, licking his lips. “Really?”

You nodded again, humming softly. “If you want to, yes.”

“There are rules,” Benny said with a soft cough. “First of all, you only get their mouth. Second, you can only be called Dean - Daddy’s my thing. Third, the safe word is California. If you want out, there’s the door.”

Dean shook his head quickly and harshly, licking his lips and shifting in his seat. “No! No! I, I want this.”

Benny nodded curtly at him, clearing his throat and leaning back in his chair. “I’ll allow y’all to start… you good to go, sugar?”

You nodded back at him, tapping your thigh twice. “I’m ready when you are.”

The tap of your thigh cemented to Benny that you were very much okay and ready, and he leaned back a little more as he watched carefully as you leaned in and kissed Dean; it wasn’t the same way that you kissed him, but he knew that that would always be the case.

The way you kissed Benny would always be only for him; but then he watched as Dean laid you down beneath him, slowly undressing you and gently kissing every inch of exposed skin while you told him exactly where and how to touch.

Benny dropped his zipper, letting his trousers fall open as he shrugged out of his suspenders and pulled his fat cock out; slowly stroking it as he watched Dean take control of you. You tapped your thigh twice, knowing that Benny could see.

“Doin’ so well, sugar,” Benny praised. “You gonna take both o’ us at once? Hmm?”

You nodded, softly gasping for breath for a moment as you tried not to whimper. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he praised again, humming softly when you pushed yourself up against Dean’s mouth as he softly kissed around your nipples. “Look at ‘em, Dean, ain’t they just the most fuckin’ perfect thing you ever saw?”

Dean nodded, humming against your skin for a moment. “I think they’ll be so good at takin’ us both, don’t you, Benny?”

“They take me well enough,” Benny mused. “Don’t ya, darlin’? Tell him how well you take my cock in your nice, tight little asshole, won’t ya?”

You did as you were told, telling Dean all about how well you could take Benny’s cock; how you loved to feel him stretch and fill your ass, and how only he could make you cum properly.

Benny told you to keep going, praising you softly when you told Dean that you practically worshipped his cock, that you would always be happy to be a vampire’s cum dump.

Dean was groaning softly as he nipped and bit along your waist, slowly moving your trousers and boxers down to your ankles as he worked his way down your body, kissing you softly and being careful to go around your arousal.

Benny kept telling you to tell Dean about all the things he did to you - how you were just Benny’s little pet, really, and how you were so, so eager to taste his cum or to let him breed your ass.

“You’re doin’ so well, sugar,” Benny mused as he grabbed the bottle of lube and began to make his way over to the bed. “I think you should be rewarded - don’t ya agree, Dean?”

Dean nodded, immediately backing off and kneeling between your ankles as he cleared his throat and smiled at you. “I think so.”

Benny stripped himself, giving his cock a few good strokes before allowing you to lick the precum from his skin; he could see the glint in your eyes, and when you tapped your thigh twice, he knew that it was time.

Positioning you on your hands and knees with your mouth facing Dean; Benny got on the bed behind you, gently stroking your ass before he gave it a firm smack.

“You ready, now, darlin’?”

You nodded, eager and wanting nothing more than for them both to take you and to fuck you like your life depended on it.

Dean watched in awe as Benny lubed you up, making sure to slowly drag his fingers in and out of your ass with each careful stroke just as much as he made sure to use his fingers in a scissor motion to make sure you were nice and stretched for him. Perfectly ready.

You tapped your thigh twice, and once Dean had his clothes off, you eagerly took him in your mouth, letting him put one hand at the back of your neck and the other on your shoulder as he tilted his head back and sucked in a harsh breath.

Fuck.

Your mouth was so warm and you took him so fucking eagerly, he couldn’t remember the last time he had ever had someone suck his dick like that; he let out a long and drawn out breath, running a hand through his hair and grunting softly.

“Fuck, you’re so good, baby.”

You couldn’t even answer as Benny angled himself up and slowly thrust into you, holding onto your sides as he groaned softly; feeling you immediately push back against him and clench around his fat cock.

Fuck, he filled you up so good that when he started to snap his hips, you rocked back and forth slightly; forcing a moan from the back of your throat as you clenched the mattress beneath you.

Your knuckles clicking loudly as you braced yourself as much as you could; he groaned above you, softly praising you with each and every movement.

“You’re so good.”

You gagged a little as Dean’s dick hit the back of your throat, fucking your mouth with great strokes; your grip on the mattress grew harder as you moaned around him, resulting in him tilting his head back and struggling to hold back the moan that was threatening to leave him as he did his best to praise you as much as he could.

Gently, Dean put his hand on your shoulder and dug his nails into your skin, gritting his teeth and grinding them as he tried to hold himself back as much as he could. 

“Being so good.”

Benny rolled his hips, making sure to hit all your sweet spots as he dug his nails into your skin, almost enough to draw blood as he let out a soft growl of your name; praising you between each thrust, reminding you that he loved you and that you were all his.

Possession was always his thing, he loved to make it known that you were his and only his; even when you were playing with three in the bedroom, Benny still had to make it known that you were his. Only his.

“You’re doin’ so well, sugar, so good.”

Dean bucked his hips hard, making you gag and gulp and gargle until you were very close to tears; he checked in between praises, not wanting you to feel like he didn’t care even though he very much did.

Dean didn’t want you to suffer, but when you licked a stripe under his cock as you pulled away, only to grin and eager take him down to the base again, your nose brushing against his bristling coarse hairs, he moaned loudly.

Gasping out a loud praise as he nodded and let out a soft breath.

“Damn, you really are good!”

“Told ya,” Benny chuckled, licking his lips. “They’re the fuckin’ best little bit of sugar this side of the Mississippi.”

Just to make sure you got the point, he delivered a few thrusts harder than the last, enough to make you rock back and forth and gag slightly; a smug grin on his face when he felt you clench around him, your knees nearly buckling when your legs threatened to give out beneath you.

Benny kept you steady, though, putting his hand on your stomach and keeping you up as much as he could, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Yeah,” Dean breathed out with a nod, sweat dripping from his brow. “Real fuckin’ good.”

He was struggling, admittedly, knowing that you could taste his precum on your tongue as you winked up at him, moving your head from side to side and running your tongue across every ridge and vein; you seemed to know exactly what he liked, drool spilling from your mouth as you gulped loudly and licked his cock so fucking eagerly.

Fuck, Dean knew he would never be able to keep up - not with you being so fucking good for him and taking him so well.

Benny gave your ass a hard smack before tapping your thighs twice, letting you know that if you wanted to cum, you had his permission to do so; you didn’t seem to care, continuing to fuck yourself against him, desperate and needy for his cock as you whimpered and whined around Dean’s.

You were getting close, and Benny could tell - but fuck, seeing you so eagerly take Dean’s dick was making him get closer to the edge anyway, and knowing how fucking good you had been, Benny wasn’t about to tell you no either. 

“When you’re ready,” he told you. 

It didn’t take Dean very long, letting out a few grunts and growls until he came in your mouth, watching in awe as you swallowed every single droplet before cleaning his cock off; you ran your tongue along your bottom lip, humming softly. 

“He tastes good, Daddy,” you whispered. “Not like you, though.”

Benny grinned smugly, but when he felt your ass clench around him again, he growled out your name, leaning over and sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he came inside you. Fucking his own cum into you as much as he could without spilling a drop.

You weren’t far behind, your legs shaking and tears in your eyes as you whimpered out for Benny; he immediately took your hands in his, praising you softly as your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Bucking your hips as you shuddered and loudly came; fucking yourself on his cock until you knew that you couldn’t take it anymore and flopped down onto the bed with a contented sigh and a soft grumble.

Completely and utterly spent, as well as stuffed to the brim. You grinned at them both, putting your fist in front of your face and putting your thumb up.

“You alright, sugar?” Benny asked, sitting beside you and running his hand up and down your back.

You nodded, humming softly when he kissed you sweetly. “I’m good, don’t worry.”

Dean cleared his throat, looking between you and Benny. “Should we clean up?”

“You wanna shower with us, darlin’?” Benny questioned softly, and when you agreed, he smiled. “Alright, me an’ Dean’ll run the shower, you just wait here.”

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 17

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 17 🥰🐞

A/N:Enjoy this one, its just wowzy, its fluffy for sure. 🐞💕

Side Note: Thank you for all the love and support, please do note I am open for requests. Much Love My Bugsies.💕🐞🥰

Warnings: Just pure fluff, if there's anything else, please let me know.🤭

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Morning sweetheart, his fruity voice takes you by surprise, Morning babe, you sound so joyful this morning, your eyes still puffy from last night's sleep.

Dean lightly kisses your forehead, want to know what today is?

Babe she whined, I'm not in the mood for guessing games, glancing over to the alarm clock, its 4 in the morning.

Oh come on sleepyhead, he said mockingly, get that pretty little behind out of the bed.

Crinkling her nose, I just want to stay in bed today, she pouted.

Ha! Like my girl is going to spend her birthday in bed, he purred, we can do that later he smirked.

Not what I meant she mumbled!

Sweetheart I have a surprise for you he breathed in her ear, while kissing her neck softly.

Oh really, she laughed, what will that be? Her eyes filled with excitement.

Why would I tell you, if I can show you, his voice sounded smoky. I'll make us some breakfast while you get ready.

What should I wear?, she beamed.

You look good in anything sweetheart, but nothing will be just fine too, he cheered.

Throwing Dean with a pillow as he walks out of the room, made the both of you laugh.

....

The last eight months, has been a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly happy ones, some bad ones, like how you lost a good friend in Lisa, when she found out that, Dean's gotten back together with you, you felt horrible, knowing the two of you hurt her so much, but what could you do, after that day you realized you have never stopped loving Dean.

It was hard at first, to mend what was broken between you and Dean, but the two of you have gotten into this , easy going - doing life together cycle. Of course the two of you talked about the hard stuff as well, but for once in your life's, it was just easy, no fighting, no heartbreak, just happiness, it actually kind of felt you lived in some fantasy. Reviewing the way you look in the mirror, your eyes are brightly filled with joy, hair hanging loosely over your shoulders, light makeup covering your face. Grabbing your favorite pair of boots to round off the blue jeans, with a zeppelin shirt, sitting on the bed, pulling up the shoe's zipper, inspecting at last night's clothes scattered all across the floor, this back and forth between our houses, is driving you nuts.

Sweetheart, breakfast is ready Dean howled.

Walking in seeing Dean in a plain black t-shirt that's now slightly flour-stained, scraping out the last pieces of bacon, spikes your heart rate.

Sit down m'lady he mocked.

Thank you good sir, you teased back.

His face lit up with this big ole grin, giving you the plate, a stack of blueberry pancakes with a candle on top, and of course a side of bacon he laughed.

Your eyes welled up, babe, this is amazing thank you, squeezing his hand.

Glad you like it sweetheart, now eat, we've got a big day ahead he stated.

Overjoyed and very curious, you start digging into your breakfast.

.......

Where are we going Dean? Please tell me, she requested! Oh sweetheart would you just stop being so nosy, we are almost there, just a few more miles, Dean responded with his mischievous smile.

Folding your arms giving Dean a pouted look, mumbling its not fair. He stops the car, abruptly. Get Out! he ordered.

Confused and wide-eyed you get out, taking in the view its really beautiful, but way out of town. What are we doing here Babe?

Dean walks up to were your standing, with a smirk he says, time to close your eyes, covering your eyes with a bandana, whispering, are you ready? Helping you back in the car, you just laugh at him being all mysterious, I can't wait to see the surprise.

After a few minutes the car comes to a stop. Helping her out, he can feel the excitement, pulsing through her body, hoping she likes the surprise, he chews on his bottom lip. Okay you can look now.

Babe, she exclaimed this is beyond beautiful, taking in the sunrise, drawing in from the mountains, displaying, yellow and orange across the green trees, pulling him in for a hug, hearing his heart beating so fast.

Looking up at him, the way the orange dances in his emerald eyes, awakening every sense of her very being, thinking, this can't get any more perfect than this, Dean holding you tightly, breathtaking view..

Your thoughts gets interrupted, by his husky voice. I wanted us to share our first sunrise here sweetheart. Confusing on her face, first?

Yes sweetheart, this is our home, our own place, no more going back and forth, no more forgetting things, okay who am I kidding, my girl is an artist and a bit all over the place, you'll always forget stuff, he laughs.

Not true, you scold. Okay, lets agree to disagree, he says mockingly, interlacing his fingers through yours, leaning in, his lips inches away from yours, whispering I love you, then brushing his lips against yours, slowly, taking his time, like there's no other place he'd rather be, pulling away for an instant, admiring the look in his eyes, you replying in a hushed undertone, I love you too.

The corners of his mouth turning up and slightly crooked, let's go check out the house baby, in a swift motion he picks you up, cradling you in a bridal position, walking across the open field, towards the rustic house, adjusting her slightly so that he doesn't let her fall, opening the door knob, before walking over the threshold hearing him say, I know this isn't the traditional way to do it, but babe we have never done anything in the tradition, normal couple sense, he exclaimed.

Laughing, into his neck, placing little kisses till you finally reached his lips. Breathy, he pulls back, a nervous look on his face. Everything okay babe? concern visible in her soft voice.

Sweetheart, he clears his throat, going down on one knee, removing the chain around his neck, sliding the ring off, between his fingers, forever ain't long, and if you will let me, I would cherish you for as long as I live, loving you day after day, breathing air into your lungs when days are dark, carrying you when your legs are giving in because of the weight on your shoulders, baby since the first day, I couldn't take my eyes off of you, you took my breath away, and ever since then if your not close by, I can't breath, so will you and your paintbrushes come and color my life, making me the happiest man alive.

Standing there looking at him, clear nervousness visible, listening to his smoky voice, not fighting back the tears, emotion clear as you say, YES! a million times Yes.

Sliding the diamond ring over your finger, it fits perfectly he exclaimed, picking you up, swirling you around, placing a heartfelt kiss against your lips.

Its not until he puts you down, that you take a glance at the room, there's flowers, scattered in little heart shapes, like a million candles and fairy lights draping from the rustic wooden structures, turning around to take in the sight of the man your going to spend the rest of your life with, exclaiming this is the most perfect day ever.

He cups your face, giving you a small kiss, pulling away for an instant to admire your beautiful features , then like gravity pulling the two of you closer, you start to devour each other, he grabs the back of your legs, you wrapping around him, running your fingers through his hair, he starts walking to the kitchen counter.

Creak! What was that? the two of you breathed into each others lips, Bang! Dean's feet goes through the wooden floor, bringing the both of you two, to a fall, staring at each other wide-eyed, breaking into laughter, we might want to fix that first. Dean's eyes catches yours, he whispered underneath his breath, but first, pulling you in for yet another kiss.

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I get the feeling Jack and Castiel's redone heaven is a very different thing, besides no walls...

Like, it gives you thing's you want right?

So Dean of course wants Sam so even though it didn't seem like a long drive at a simple bridge stop, Sam's there.

Cas and Dean meet up soon after as well. It's not totally clear what happens between them, but they are running bar together shortly after and have their own house. It's odder when Benny, who was pretty sure he was morosely wandering Purgatory, a tiny amazon child in tow, then their walking out of the endless woods and come upon a bar. Dean's smile is radiant when he see's Benny, and so many things when he see's little Emma. In short order Benny has a spot behind the bar beside Dean while Castiel entertain's Emma with colorful drink parasols. (Jack show's up because he wishes to meet one of his siblings.)

Dean is somehow not surprised when Sam show's up with (he mocks delightedly) a vertaible harem. Madison apparently knows asl a bit and she and Eileen haven't stopped signing yet (Castiel joins in) Jess and Sam keeping giving eachother goopy eyes while Amy and Gabriel chat verbally. (Sam admits he already got to see Sarah, but that obvoiously her husband and daughter are with her.) Dean wonders if it's very selfish of him to be glad Sam's Amelia is nowhere to be seen.

Amy never speaks to him or acknowledges his existance. He accepts that as his jus deserts.

He isn't upset, like he thought he might be when Hannah comes in. (He does make a face at Balthazar but Bathazar makes a face right back so he thinks that's cool)

Jimmy and Amelia show up, and Cas, Sam, and Dean are happy to regale the two of all they know of Claire's life and accomplishments. Sam being the most recently dead knows the most. He and Jimmy get especially soppy over memories (and pictures) of Claire and Kaia's wedding.

Time probably passes. Dean, Benny, Cas, Balthazar and Hannah, little Emma in tow go home and return. They go on walks and drives. Sometimes he and Sam get together for a "just us drive". Sometimes Adam comes with. It's...slow going, but Dean and Sam try and Adam tries...Adam becomes much, much happier when a morose and apologetic Michael shows up. Dean figures he can't throw stones about ones eternal partner...(but he really wants to) (granted he also wishes Gabriel would stop with the eyebrows. He doesn't care if Sam is technically and old man...that is his baby brother why are those eyebrows waggling!) (Lenore who has also come by, her own bar coming into being directly across the street from Dean's, does the same thing. Sam looks delighted and helpess at all his loves. Lenore is a love he didn't even ever consider...but she's hear now and Dean whines because he was the brother with the vampire significant other...Sam's just copying him...) (This doesn't stop him from teaming up with the former trickster for an epic prank war.)

Henricksen makes his way to the bar. Along with sweet Nancy. Dean actually squeaks a bit when Benny gestures her behind the bar. He thinks he feels something like twelve with his first crush with her. It's something so very new and he thinks he likes it. Henricksen "I think you can call me Victor these days" drops by every now and then. He's on Dean's team for the prank war. (Nancy and Hannah get along great)

Dean, Sam (and Adam once he's introduced) are giddy when Henry Winchester arrives.

The real Meg Masters comes in at one point. Sam and Dean thank her again for trying with her last breaths to help them, she tries to aplogize for her angry ghost self but gives up with a happy laugh when they stick their fingers in their ears and sing until she stops. She has nothing to ever apologize for.

John and Mary come in...things are strained between them all. A lot of hurt...a lot of disappointment clouds their interactions. Emma tries to bite John's ankle.

Ash opts to live part time and the roadhouse and part time at Dean's bar, which mysteriously named itself Thursday's Child at some point. Dean also obediently goes to visit the roadhouse at Ellen and Jo's demand. Jo never work's at Dean's bar...but she does eventually make her way home with him and the rest. (Sam points out that he can't mock his number of significant other's anymore.)

Andy Gallagher, when he shows up, shepherding a scowly blonde goth girl and a sweet looking girl in front of him, zeroes in on Sam. He becomes Lenore's bar's resident "guy who sleeps on tables" but often follows Sam home. Lily (who made Sam look like he wanted to cry until the girl awkwardly kicked his shin and told him he tried and it wasn't his fault) and her girlsfriend mostly hang out at Lenore's when they pass through.

One person who goes to Sam's house, not the bar is Barry, the boy Sam had been friends with at Truman, not looking much older than when they were there. It's heartbreaking to think on. Sam does cry, when Barry knocks on his door one day. Interestingly enough, when he heads out to spend time with his friend...Sam is a child again for that time.

One day, when Dean takes a walk alone, he meets a young man. He knows him. Amy Pond's son. Dean accepts his earned censure and if Amy and he are with Sam, Dean know's he won't be seeing his brother that day.

Crowley, really, Fergus Macleod, shows up. He's on a bit of a time share with hell, he can't always be in heaven, his past as a demon being a bit problematic, but gets visiting rights.

More people come, Claire and Kaia, Garth (Dean no longer has any reservations about hugging Garth). Bess, Gertie, Little Cas and Littler Sam, Little Dean...a variety of folks that the winchesters or other's they know drop in and out. It's often busy and crowded and Dean is never truly alone.

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We're Alone Now - Members' Exclusive Mini Series - TEASER

Summary: Y/N has been Benny’s victim for months now. It’s always the same routine, until Benny captures a man, Dean, and everything begins to change for them all. 

Rating: 18+

Pairing(s): Benny x Reader || Dean x Benny || Dean x Reader

Tags: kidnapping, drugging, taking and drinking blood, non con (M&F victims), m/m, smut, p in v, major angst, chasing, hunting, murder, trauma bonding

Parts: 6 (± 15K words total)

A/Ns: This is a members' exclusive mini series, commissioned by one of my members! This might be the most disturbed thing I’ve written in a while. I’d say it’s on par with HF in a lot of ways!

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“Y’know, darlin’, I’ve got a feelin’ your new friend is gonna be just as feisty as you. And that makes my cock hard just fucking thinking about it.”

He flashes you another wink and lets your chin go, before rising back to full height. He glances one last time at your new company and then turns and leaves, locking the door behind him and heading back up the stairs.

As soon as you hear the creak of the cellar doors closing again, you look back over at your company and scramble to approach them, realising as you get closer that it’s a guy. Benny has never taken a guy before. You frown slightly, your eyes tracing over his features for a moment. His eyelashes are pretty long for a man’s, resting gently on his freckle dusted cheeks, and his lips are fuller than most, a little pouted. He looks a little dishevelled – his hair messed up from what you assume is whatever struggle Benny went through to get him here, and you can see his chest rising and falling softly, so you know he’s at least alive. Probably drugged – Benny likes doing that, you’ve learned. But you’re not aware that he’s ever kept a man before. Every other person you’ve seen in this place has always been female, and the girl that was here when you arrived only talked about girls before you, too. So why a man and why now?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester Characters: Benny Lafitte, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Blood Drinking, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Self-Injury, Canon-Typical Monsterfucking, the vampirate blues Summary:

“Okay,” Dean says. “Good. Fine.” He bends and pulls a knife out of his boot. Stares Benny in the eye with half-drunk bravery. “Not like I haven’t bled for you before.”

HAPPY NEW YEAR, here is to starting as I mean to go on (continuing to demand justice for Benny Lafitte)

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Not Fine At All (NSFW)

Pairing: Benny x Dean

Words: 3,283

Summary: Dean's first Heat in Purgatory sucks but he still turns down Benny's offers of help. He may regret that, though, especially as each Heat gets progressively worse...

Warnings: Omegaverse, Omega!Dean, Alpha!Benny, Beta!Cas, Heat sex, SamDean if you squint (I intended it as platonic but it's up for interpretation), making up my own Purgatory and Omegaverse lore cos I can, kinda dubious consent cos Dean's in Heat but he's enthusiastic about it sooooo

Betaed by @banshee1013

Written for a Patron request

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It’s been so long since Dean last had a Heat, he’s almost forgotten what they feel like. It’s not until Benny turns a concerned expression on him, nose wrinkling and mouth twisted in a frown, that Dean realizes what the cramping in his gut means as slick begins to dampen his boxers.

“Fuck,” he growls under his breath but he doesn’t stop walking.

“Dean-”

“I know. I’m fine.”

In all the chaos since he landed in Purgatory, suppressants have been the last thing on his mind. There’s nothing he can do about them anyway. Not like he can just walk into a pharmacy and palm his favorites like he usually would. Now, though, the reality of his situation is setting in even as he forces himself to breathe deeply. He needs to stay calm.

“Dean, we should stop-”

Benny’s hand curls around Dean’s wrist and moments later, he’s pressed against a tree with Dean’s knife at his throat. Dean snarls, a low sound that makes Benny shrink back even further. An angry Omega is not to be reckoned with. Even a Vampire knows that.

Even an Alpha knows that.

“Touch me again and you won’t have a knot to worry about. Try anything and you won’t have a head.”

Dean’s tone leaves no room for argument and Benny gives a minute nod. Dean releases him. When he steps back, Benny puts his hands up in a placating gesture.

“I won’t do anything you don’t consent to,” Benny says firmly. “You’re going to draw all sorts of monsters to us, though, so we’ll have to be on our guard even more than normal. If you need to stop-”

“We’re going to keep moving,” Dean breaks in, still snappy even though he’s feeling some wary relief at Benny’s assurances. “I’m fine.”

“All right.” Benny rubs his throat where Dean’s knife had pressed against his skin and steps away from the tree at least. “Let me know if that changes.”

Dean huffs out an angry breath through his nose. “It won’t.”

--

Except it does.

With each month, Dean’s three-day Heats grow progressively more intense. Everything triggers a flood of slick, especially Benny’s smooth Southern drawl. He seems to be throwing off more and more pheromones with each one and while Benny’s self-control hasn’t faltered, Dean definitely can’t say as much about the other monsters they’ve encountered. Some even seem to have actively sought him out, tracking his scent through the eternal twilight only to meet their end at the edge of his blade.

Every month Benny tentatively offers his “services” and Dean turns him down with a growl, but saying “no” is getting harder and harder. Despite being a Vampire, Benny isn’t all that bad and Dean finds himself developing some fondness for him. Not to mention he’s hot and smells fantastic. For a Vampire. It took him a bit to figure out exactly what he was smelling but somehow the homey blend of cayenne, garlic, and woodsmoke makes sense. Though he did have to suppress a snicker when he pinpointed the garlic aspect, the irony doesn’t make the blend any less enticing.

In fact, Benny is starting to smell more and more appealing with every day that passes. Dean refuses to cave, though. He needs to focus on finding Cas and then getting the hell out of here. Fucking his Vampire partner-in-crime is not on the to-do list.

--

“You look unwell,” Cas says with a bluntness that makes Dean chuckle.

It’s been about two weeks since they found Castiel and Dean can feel his Heat coming on hard and fast. He’s getting better at recognizing the symptoms now. As soon as he gets back home, he’s going back on the suppressants and sticking with them for the rest of his life. How do people deal with this bullshit every month?

“I feel unwell,” Dean grumbles back to his friend. He’s got a fever coming on but he’s trying really hard not to show it. Obviously, he’s failing.

The Beta frowns at him and reaches out to press two fingers to Dean’s forehead. Dean half expects the bizarrely cold rush that comes with Cas using his Grace to heal but nothing happens.

“Your body temperature is quite high.”

“Yeah, that happens.”

Cas looks even more worried but Dean shrugs him off.

“Look, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. This is normal.”

“Dean, you’re going into Heat.”

“You think I don’t know that?” The words come out harsher than he really means them and he regrets it when Cas stiffens. “Sorry. I… fuck, Cas. I know, okay? I’ve been dealing with them this whole time. It’s fine.”

“He’s not fine,” Benny grumbles.

The Vampire a little further down the riverbank, washing the blood of a werewolf that attacked them from his hands. Cas was right. He is like a beacon for monsters. Between his Grace and Dean’s oncoming Heat, their encounters with other monsters have definitely picked up.

Straightening up, Benny shakes water from his hands. He fixes Dean with a steely blue stare. “You’re going to burn yourself out at this rate.”

“Look. Get me back home and I’ll be fine. I’ll get my meds and things will go back to normal.”

Dean keeps his voice level, shoving down the part of him that knows Benny is right. Too many Heats without the relief of an Alpha can have a devastating effect on an Omega’s body. He’d never really thought about that in the context of himself until now. The cramping has reached the point where Dean can barely walk some days. His fever has been getting worse, too, and he’s already sweating through his shirt before his Heat has even fully taken hold. His cock is hard against his zipper, slick sticking his boxers to his skin.  It takes every ounce of his willpower not to throw himself at Benny’s feet and beg for the Alpha’s knot.

Neither Benny nor Cas seem convinced by Dean’s words. They’re still barely getting along but this seems to be something they can agree on. Dean refuses to admit that he might agree with them, too.

Dean pretends he doesn’t see the look they just exchanged as he pushes himself to his feet. “C’mon. We’ve been sitting too long. Let’s go.”

He barely makes it two steps, though, before a cramp sends him to his knees with a groan.

“Dean!”

Cas is by his side in a heartbeat, neutral Beta scent surprisingly soothing as Dean curls in on himself and leans on his friend to stay upright. He tries to brush off Cas’s hand as the Angel checks his temperature again but stern blue eyes stop his complaints.

“You’re burning up,” Cas says, not even trying to hide how worried he is. “We’re not going anywhere else today. You need to rest, at the very least.”

What Dean needs is to get out of this Godforsaken hell hole but he doesn’t say that. He’s never had a Heat hit this hard, this fast, and he’s not sure he could even stand in order to find shelter.

“There’s a cave a little further along the river,” Benny is saying when Dean manages to focus beyond the desperate, churning need in his belly. “I was going to suggest we stop there anyways.”

“That will do. Help me get him up.”

Dean finds himself lifted by strong hands, one pair neutral and familiar, the other bringing with them the unmistakable scent of Alpha.

“Nuh-uh,” Benny says and Dean realizes fuzzily that he said the word out loud. “C’mon, brother. Up you go.”

Dean is slung into a fireman’s carry across Benny’s strong shoulders and his hole pulses with slick in response to the proximity. His mind and body are at war within him. Every inch of him craves the Vampire’s, every nerve singing at the current situation.

Dean is not fine. Dean is not fine at all.

The hike to the cave is a blur of being torn between the desperate cramping in his belly and the fragments of sweet relief that come with each flex of Benny’s powerful muscles, each murmured soothing word, each squeeze of his hand where it’s wrapped around the back of Dean’s thigh.

Twilight turns to night as Benny lowers Dean onto the floor of the cave and into Cas’s waiting hands. Dean hears a low, needy whine at the loss of contact. Some part of him processes the sound as coming from him and he curls in on himself as he lands heavily on the dirt and stone floor.

It’s never been this bad. Not even his first time, sixteen and confused and so very scared in a shitty small town motel with his panicked little brother by his side.

His brother.

Sam.

Just the thought of his brother pulls a helpless sob from Dean’s chest and he shudders. Someone’s speaking to him, pressing cold cloths to his forehead, but the bland smell of them just emphasizes the lack of Sam’s warm sandalwood, coffee, brother scent. He can’t have an Alpha, doesn’t deserve one, but Sam is his and he is Sam’s, and the next best thing after a knot will always be curling up in Sam’s arms in a shitty motel bed with just boxers between them.

He has to get back to Sam. Sam can help. Sam will make it all better.

A scent is slipping through the fog in his mind, though, like a lighthouse beam reaching out to a sinking ship. Dean grabs for it and finds himself with a fistful of Benny’s jacket.

“Whoa, easy, cher.”

“Alpha,” Dean gasps, blinking up at the Vampire in the dim light. Cas is already shoving Benny back with a snarl and Benny goes willingly. Too willingly. Does he not want Dean? “Alpha, please-”

But Benny is shaking his head. “You’re not in your right mind. It would be wrong.”

Cas presses a cool cloth to Dean’s forehead. “Go stand guard. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

No.

“No.” The word is barely there but it still stops Benny in his tracks. “No, Cas, I’m-” Dean grits his teeth as a wave of cramps and fresh slick rocks his body. “I’m dying.”

He doesn’t know how he knows, couldn’t explain it if they asked, but he knows. Maybe not this Heat, maybe not the next one, but soon. He won’t make it out of Purgatory if he keeps going like this. That’s what happens to Omegas who go too many Heats without an Alpha. They burn up from the inside out and die and Dean cannot die. He won’t.

“You’re not-” Benny starts but Cas silences him with a shake of his head.

“He is,” Cas sighs. He wipes the cloth in his hand across Dean’s cheekbones. “I can feel it.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

Cas fixes Benny with an intense glare, Angel nature standing firm against Alpha fury. “It’s Dean’s choice.”

“Clearly he’s not very good at making choices!”

“I’m right here,” Dean groans, arching his back to try and relieve the throbbing at the base of his spine. When that doesn’t work, he pushes himself up onto his elbows to look between his friends. He’s a fucking mess, slick and sweat sticking his filthy clothes to his skin. He’s feeling a little more lucid but it won’t last long. “And I choose living.”

Silence falls in the cave.

“Dean-”

“Benny.” He meets blue eyes through the dim light, trying to keep his gaze steady. “You said to let you know if things changed and I’m telling you - I’m not fine at all.”

Benny curses under his breath and Cas looks between them with a confused frown that would be adorable in another situation. Benny scrubs a hand over his face, drawing a deep breath, and then nods.

“Okay,” he says. “If you’re sure.”

Relief floods Dean’s body at those words at the same time his hole releases another gush of slick. He nods and shoves away the cloth Cas is still using to dab at his face.

“Go, Cas.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“If Benny’s in here, someone needs to stand guard and it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me. Get your feathered ass up there.”

Cas growls but stands. He glares at Benny again.

“If you hurt him-”

“You’ll kill me. I know.”

“He isn’t going to do anything I’m not begging for,” Dean snaps. “And I ain’t doing any of it in front of you.”

Cas’s nose wrinkles. “It’s just-”

“Cas.”

The Angel huffs but climbs up the short slope to the cave entrance and out of sight. As he goes, Dean realizes he’s not wearing his trenchcoat. The item in question is spread across the cave floor beneath Dean like a makeshift blanket.

“You’re sure about this?” Benny asks, pulling Dean’s attention back to him and god he smells so good.

Unsure how to make it more obvious, Dean wriggles around onto his hands and knees. He hears Benny’s breath catch when he drops his shoulders down into a traditional presentation.

“Fuck me, Alpha.”

That’s all the invitation Benny needs. He’s on Dean in a heartbeat, blanketing him from behind and Dean can’t hold back a whine when he feels the Vampire’s bulge. It’s impressive even though multiple layers and Dean needs.

Benny is careful not to rip anything as he peels Dean’s jeans and boxers off him, tossing them aside. He kneels between Dean’s spread legs and when his hands finally land on the bare curve of Dean’s ass, they both groan.

Dean’s never had an Alpha for a Heat before and he has no clue what to expect but the careful press of a thick finger against his hole isn’t it. He won’t say but he was half anticipating Benny to just shove it in. Benny seems intent on taking his time, though.

“I won’t hurt you,” Benny says and Dean realizes fuzzily that he was talking out loud again. Before he can respond, though, Benny slides his finger in all the way and any train of thought Dean might have had goes right off the tracks.

Benny’s fingers are thick and calloused, pressing and twisting and working Dean open until he’s taking three of them knuckle-deep. He whines and grinds back on them, trying to get those fingers against his prostate only for them to be abruptly pulled out.

“Alpha,” he pleads, arching his spine and spreading his legs further. “I need-”

The jingle of Benny’s belt buckle silences him as he processes what that means. Then an impossibly thick, hot cock rests against his hole and all Dean can manage is a strangled whimper.

Benny is saying things, sweet things made even sweeter by the lazy drawl of his accent, as he slides his cock through the mess of slick Dean’s body keeps making. His thighs are coated in the stuff, fat drops of it pooling on the trenchcoat beneath him. One huge hand curls around the point of Dean’s hip. Benny draws back a little and Dean almost protests but the fat cock head against his hole silences any complaint he could muster.

When Benny finally presses inside, Dean’s brain ceases to function entirely. He’s been fucked before but he’s heard how amazing Heat sex is and never believed it. Now, he’s not sure he can go back to regular sex. Not when he knows what it’s like to feel the slow glide of a huge Alpha cock against his insides, all the way in until Benny’s hips are pressed flush to Dean’s ass and Dean can feel the beginnings of the Vampire’s knot just inside his entrance.

“Oh, my God,” Dean manages.

Benny just growls in response. He’s folded forward, bracing himself with palms pressed flat on either side of Dean’s shoulders. When he pulls out, it’s only a few inches to test the waters as he pushes back inside. Just that small movement sends a pulse of relief through Dean’s body and his forgotten cock drips precum to join the mess he’s already made of Cas’s coat. It’s too gentle, though. Not what Dean needs.

He uncurls one arm from its place pillowing his head and flails back to grab at Benny’s wrist. He turns his head to see the Alpha staring down at him with lust-blown eyes.

“Fuck me.”

That’s all the invitation Benny needs. He sets up a punishing rhythm that has Dean’s cries echoing off the cave walls. He’s never heard himself like this, but then again, he’s never felt like this. The unrelenting cock inside him, the powerful hips driving it as deep as it will fit, the strong hands leaving bruises on his hips and shoulders and wrists. It’s simultaneously too much and exactly what Dean needs.

His body rocks with each thrust, his cock bouncing, ignored, against his belly. A small part of Dean wants to reach down and jerk himself in time with Benny’s movements but it’s all he can do to keep himself from going face-first into the floor with every forward shove. Instead, he braces himself the best he can and hangs on.

Who knows how long it goes on before Benny’s knot begins to grow. He continues to press in deep with every thrust, stretching Dean open each time he pops in and out. Dean feels like he’s going cross-eyed, losing his mind, burning up from the inside out with desire. He’d scoffed at it, the Omega “need” for a knot. Sure, a knotting dildo was a good time but that was outside of Heat and this… this is beyond words.

“Gonna knot you,” Benny snarls,  his face pressed into the hair behind Dean’s left ear.

“Do it.”

Just like that, the next time Benny shoves the massive bulge past Dean’s rim, he can’t pull out again. He growls, animalistic in his pleasure as he begins grinding his knot as deep as he can. When Dean whines and squirms, Benny only pins him in place with the weight of his body. When Dean begs at last for a hand on his cock, Benny tightens his grip on Dean’s wrists.

“You’ll cum on my knot, Omega.”

Dean wants to protest but he’s already so close, dancing right on the edge of bliss, and all it takes is the perfectly timed, perfectly angled press of Benny’s knot to send him over it.

--

Dean doesn’t remember blacking out but he must have because as he comes to he’s on his side, Benny’s knot still locked inside him and the Alpha’s body curled against his back. Benny is gently wiping Dean’s face with one of the wet cloths Cas used earlier - torn from the hem of Cas’s own t-shirt, Dean realizes now - and murmuring nonsense words in his ear.

“Benny?” Dean murmurs, snuggling back against the Alpha out of instinct and whining when doing so jostles the knot. He feels it throb, feels the pulse of cum that results, and his cock twitches out of interest.

“Shh.” A broad thumb rubs along the line of his collarbone, palm pressed flat on his chest. “How’re you feelin’, cher?”

“I’m just fine.” The words are all muddled up around a yawn. For the first time since he entered Purgatory, Dean feels tired. Sleep has been almost a foreign concept at this point but now he almost feels human again.

Benny chuckles low against the curve of his shoulder and the proximity of those fangs to vulnerable places should freak Dean out - but it doesn’t. He knows his Alpha would never hurt him.

His Alpha. There’s something he’d rather not think about too hard for right now.

“I think you’re probably feeling a little better than fine. Rest.”

Dean obeys.

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fandom: Supernatural pairings: Benny/Dean rated: Mature additional tags: Purgatory, Blood Drinking, Blow Jobs

summary:

“You good?” Dean asks. There’s a hitch in his breath that sounds like moth-wings, like the trees moving in the woods behind them. It could mean one thing, could mean another.

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Cover art for Coffee & Cupcakes by PetraAmia, created for the Denny Mini-Bang

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Last Time?

Summary: They promised each other it would be the last time.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: age difference, smut, 18+, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: 18+

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Masters Of The Air

The Love Letter Series Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal & Josephine Harris

Love Letters: The Playlist Part 1: You Belong To Me Part 2: All I Do is Dream of You Part 3: All Of Me Part 4: This Is Always Part 5: PS I Love You Part 6: The Very Thought of You Part 7: The Trees Keep Growing

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Beat Me, Daddy, Eight to The Bar Everett Blakely & Valencia DiRosano

Eight to The Bar: The Playlist Part 1: You Go To My Head Part 2: I've Got A Crush (On You) Part 3: The Way I Am Part 4: The Wee Small Hours of The Morning Part 5: As Long as You Follow Part 6: Hallelujah, I Love Her So

Interludes

Over the Threshold

Band Of Brothers

Hey Nurse -- A Joe Liebgott One-Shot

Dean Winchester

Gravity Coming Home Christmas In The Bunker Wake Up Call

Clint Barton

The Birds of A Feather Series (On Hiatus) One -- Community Affairs Two -- Margaritaville Three -- Need You Tonight

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It Only Took A Kiss Just The Way You Look Tonight Make It Rain

James "Bucky" Barnes

How Bout It Doll

Chris Evans

Mess Around Black Tie Awkward

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Take Me For A Ride Baby It's Cold Outside Hometown Hero (Lance Tucker) It's A Texas Thing

Niall Horan

The Arnold Palmer of Baseball The Arnold Palmer of Baseball- Pt 2 Hovering

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Paintbrushes And Romance

Dean x Reader

Part 4 🥰

A/N: Okay y'all this is where the magic is, it truly starts here...🥰🐞

Warnings: Some light swearing, Some Sexual Content, Anger, and that's about it🙈

It's been days, no really weeks since you've seen Dean around, Bobby told you, that he and Dean talked about what happened to you after seeing you in tears, you wouldn't say your angry at him for telling Dean, just a bit nervous, maybe even disappointed, you started falling for this man with his charming smile and now all that has gone to hell. His just going to look at you, with eyes filled with pity, thinking that your some little broken version of that 20-year old girl, well your not, your stronger because of it.

You asked for your order of vanilla latte to go, not feeling up too running into him, anger flushes your cheeks, yes your angry, at him, for meddling and not giving you the chance so that he could really get to know you, without all the drama. Thanks Julie, your voice sounded more distant, than you wanted it to. Trying to get a cab to pull over and pick you up, is clearly not in the cards for you today, well I'll just walk then, you mumbled too yourself. Throwing the empty cup into the nearest trash can. Searching for your phone in your purse, while walking, was not a good idea, you bumped into something, looking at what it was, that's when you saw him, sun shining through his hair, damnit you said underneath your breath, Dean!

Hey, he says, a small smile tugging at his perfectly, kissable lips, sorry I didn't see you, you strutter, oh its okay, I'm glad I get too see you though, his green eyes, piercing through your soul.

Well I need to go, your voice a little more shaky than anticipated. No wait! Dean says. I don't want to wait, I don't want you looking at me, like I'm going to break anytime soon, I don't want too see the damn pity in your eyes, you ruined everything ,the words roll over her lips.

His flinching at the anger in your voice, what? I haven't said a word, nor have I looked at you with pity, I wouldn't do that. I just... Deciding you heard enough of him, your heart can't take it anymore, you turn around, started walking towards the other side, swaying your hips, like your showing the irritation and anger, that's inside you. Not turning back once to see what he's doing, you wanted to, but you knew you couldn't, it would be like your heart is betraying your mind, so you just walk on.

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Looking at you while you walk away, surprised look on his face. Damn this woman will be the death of me, he thinks, biting his lip, while watching you sway your hips, like some kitty cat that couldn't get her will. I'll leave her alone then, that's the right thing to do.

Hell no, you will not Dean Winchester, man up fool, he gives himself a little pep talk, before sprinting towards your direction.

Right behind you, he grabs your hand, wait he said, you flung to him, wanting to spit some fire to him, but before warning, his lips crashes to yours, it started out gently, but the closer your bodies came, the more your lips did the talking, and your tongues just along for the ride, his fingers tangled in your loose hanging hair, all while the other hand is on your lower back, pushing you closer to him. You slightly standing on your tippy toes, so he doesn't have to bent done as much, forgetting where you two finds yourself, the kiss goes deeper, neither of you can hold it anymore, the two of you needs to come up for air, breathing heavily still snug in each others arms, he is the one to break the silence first, sweetheart he says still out of breath but satisfied with himself, I don't pity you, I admire you. I've never met anyone like you, and I probably never will. Your brave and free, you are strong and a bit cheeky, he let's out a little laugh.

You look up too him, into his eyes, searching and that's when you can see it he means every single word he says... Tears burning, to spill over the edges, you can't quite seem to find the words, how much it meant, hearing him say that, thoughts racing through your mind, he doesn't wait another second, for his lips to find yours again, standing out in the open, on such a cold day, first sign of snow flakes falling but you never felt so warm in your life, you thought, getting lost in the rhythm of your dancing tongues.