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May I please request a Jensen x reader where she has a boyfriend and he’s abusive not physically just mentally and in result of that she’s really quiet and shy on set, like for example she sits by herself at lunch. Everyone tries to break her out of her shell not knowing what’s going on especially Jensen cause he has a crush on her. One day he invites her to watch a movie in his trailer and she agrees but then her bf shows up and becomes physical and Jensen breaks it up? They end up together 🥰
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Pairings: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Mean boyfriend, mental abuse, bullying, swearing, verbal assault, physical assault.
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A/N: I put a little spin on it, included time stamps I hope you like it!! Thank you for the request and the support. ❤️❤️
Jensen watched in anguish as you walked by him, a light "Hello." leaving your lips, but that was it. Again.
For the past two weeks, its been getting worse. Your usual "Good morning Jensen!" was replaced with "Good morning." to "Morning." and finally to "Hello." He didn't understand what he did or why this was happening.
It wasn't just the morning greetings either, you were pulling away fully. You stopped popping into his trailer at random times of the day. You stopped eating in the tent with all the others. You stopped inviting them out for drinks, you stopped communicating with Jensen and it tore him apart.
He's only known you a matter of five months now but he couldn't stop thinking about you. The day he met you was stuck on repeat in his mind.
-5 months ago-
"Everybody, I'd like to welcome the new cast member of supernatural, Y/N L/N. She will be playing Morgan and she will be here for a while so get to know her now."
You stood shyly behind the director, lifting your small hand to wave hi, and as soon as your eyes met his, you froze, a bright and nervous smile appearing on both of your faces.
Everybody introduced themselves before heading to the tent, leaving you and Jensen standing alone, awkwardly, in the room. His eyes never left yours. Yours never left his.
Finally after what felt like forever, you walked up to him. He smiled and stepped closer, holding out his hand. He was about to introduce himself before you held up your hand, a smug look on your face.
"Don't need to introduce yourself, I know exactly who you are."
He smirked and nodded, crossing his arms to let you continue.
You leaned closer as if you were telling a secret and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Your name is Dean Winchester, your an Aquarius and you enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women."
He froze, pulling back to stare at the comically huge smile on your face before you burst into laughter. He quickly joined, shaking his head at you. He knew right than and there, he liked you.
Since that day, his thoughts revolved around you. He couldn't help it. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on, your humor matched his, you went out of your way to show respect and kindness to everybody around you and you two were inseparable.
He had it hard for you, but he missed his chance.
--Two months ago--
The daisy in his hand flopped over, but he didn't mind. He knew you would love it either way. You never really wore anything with flowers, but when you did-daisies. He found out that you loved them. You loved how simple yet beautiful they were. Like they didn't need to try, they were just naturally gorgeous. Just like you.
He walked across the set, catching your eye. You smiled and rushed forward, eyeing the daisy in his hand. "Is that for me?"
He smiled and nodded, leaning closer to place the flower in your hair. You touched it gently and stepped closer to give him a hug. It was the last one you've given him since that day.
"Hey Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go get a drink, maybe we could talk."
You frowned and let him go, "Damn, I have a date tonight or I totally would."
He froze, embarrassment and nervousness flooding him, of course you had a date, look at you. He couldn't be jealous or angry, he had three damn months to make a move but he never did. Until today, and it was too late.
You stepped closer, concern in your eyes. "I can cancel Jensen, it's totally fine."
He shook his head and plastered on the best fake smile he could. "Nono don't be silly. You go. I'll see you tomorrow."
Your eyebrows lifted in uncertainty, staring at him for a moment longer to try and read his mood. Something was off, you knew that. "Are you sure?"
He smiled and nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to walk you to your car. "Yeah, more than sure. Good luck on your date, let me know how it goes."
You finally smiled and nodded, sitting in your car before rolling down the window. "Thanks Jensen, I'll see you tomorrow."
A week after that, he was finally introduced to your new boyfriend. Kyle. Ugh. Even the name made him angry.
He didn't know why, but he didn't like that guy. There was something about him that made him uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that every time he came by, he noticed your smile lessen and your shoulders lower. Or maybe its because when he met him for the first time, all he did was look Jensen up and down before smiling smugly.
Like he knew jensen had a crush on you, and he was showing off that he’s the one who landed you. He didn't like him. At all.
--Present Day--
And now, here we are.
Jensen kept up his efforts to be your friend, trying to control the thoughts about you, trying to remind himself that you and him are friends and that was all. It hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit, seeing you with him made something bubble underneath his skin. But he loved you enough to hold back and be there as much as he could.
It seemed like you didn't want him there anymore though, and it killed him. But he knew it wasn't just him. Everybody has noticed the change. You used to come in with a huge smile on your face, even in the early hours like 5:00 am shoots, nobody knew how you did it. You were always the one to bring the energy and positive vibes, lately you were like a ghost of a person. Quiet, shy, reserved.
Sad. You seemed sad.
He wanted to ask you, he was going to ask you but he was worried that you might tell him it's none of his business. He figured you would have told him eventually, but you never did and it got worse.
A long day of shooting was finally over with. He noticed the way you acted on stage compared to off camera, you were a really talented actor. In the happy scenes, you seemed genually happy. As soon as the director called cut, the smile disapeered.
He had enough, he knew something was wrong and he needed you to know he was here for you. Tonight, he would figure it out.
You walked back to your trailer to call it a night, jumping nearly out of your skin when Jensen's hand rested on your shoulder. He held his hands up in defense and chuckled, "Sorry! Just me."
You laughed lightly and turned to face him, a plastered smile appearing. "What's up."
"What's your plans for tonight?"
You frowned and checked the time. It was later than you thought. Kyle was going to hate that. He hated when you came home late, waking him up, messing up his sleep.
You frowned and lifted your head, "Not sure, probably just go home."
He shook his head and grabbed your hand, "Nah, want to go watch a movie together?"
You stood in your spot, eyes falling to the floor. Yes, you knew you were pushing Jensen away and you really did not want to. But things with Kyle were... complicated.
It started out amazing, one date turned into multiple, soon you two were exclusivly seeing eachother, and than he basically moved into your apartment with you. It was good.
Until you noticed little things change. His attitude getting rougher. His tone unimpressed. His distance. He barely touched you unless he wanted sex. You brushed it off, thinking it was just a rough patch.
Except it got worse without you realizing. His words became aggressive. His comments pushing you further and further down.
When you'd come home late after shooting, or being at the bar, he would yell. Scream. Sometimes if he was angry enough and could smell alcohol on your breathe, he would throw things.
He has never laid a hand on you, but the pain of hearing the man you have feelings for tell you that you are a shit actress and will never go anywhere, telling you that you are the ugliest celebrity he has ever met, wishing he never met you, convincing you that if you left, you'd be alone, that shit hurt more than anything. You would have rathered him used his fists, instead of breaking your spirit.
A hand waving in your face brought you back to reality, jumping slightly. "Earth to Y/N, where'd you go honey?"
"Oh, sorry. Um... I don't know Jensen it's pretty late."
He frowned and nodded before turning to leave, but you couldn't do it. You hated seeing him sad and either way, your going to get yelled at for staying out. You can't avoid that.
"Wait!" You yelled, watching him turn and walk back towards you. "Let's do it."
He sighed and shook his head, "You don't need to say yes just bec-"
"I want to." You interrupted, a genuine smile on your face. Jensen smiled back and waved towards your trailer, letting you lead the way.
You led Jensen to your trailer, opening the door to allow him to step inside. His eyes were following you again. Noticing that you seemed a little better, a little pep in your step and he knew it was because you two haven’t spent alone time together in… god knows how long.
As much as he tried to remind himself that you two were just friends and nothing more, he couldn't help but stare at you with the same admiration he has had since day one.
He cleared his throat before sitting on the couch, waiting patiently as you pulled out your phone, typed something and than set it down. You grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and brought it over. He accepted with a grateful smile, and you two fell right back into the friendship you used to have.
Laughter filling the trailer as you two argued over what movies were better, down to what scenes you thought were a little too extra, and than making fun of Jared, again. All in light fun of course.
You two totally forgot that you were even supposed to watch a movie together, you forgot what time it was, until a pounding at your trailer door scared the life out of you.
Standing from your spot, you glanced towards Jensen who was staring back in confusion. You opened the door and every part of you stilled when your eyes locked on Kyle. He looked pissed, tired and frustrated. If looks could kill, you would have definatly been 6ft under by now.
"K-Kyle! Hey babe. What are you doing here?" You attempted to keep the shake out of your voice.
His eyes glanced behind you and caught Jensen's gaze. He plastered a fake smile and stepped up the trailer's stairs. "Hey man. How are you doing?" He questioned.
Jensen's eyes glanced from your boyfriend to you, immedinatly taking in the way your hands slightly trembled and the glazed look in your eyes. You were scared, and he didn't know of what, yet.
He stood from his spot, holding his beer tightly in his fist. "Good good, we were just having a little movie night.”
Kyle didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just glared at Jensen. Jensen did the same. Kept his gaze firm. You could cut the damn tension with a knife.
Finally, Kyle made the first move, his hand moving to yours, a smirk playing at his lips. He looked friendly, unharming but his eyes told you everything. You were in trouble. “Can I speak to you outside for a min baby?”
You turned towards Jensen and smiled awkwardly, “Give me a miniute?”
Jensen nodded and stayed standing, watching you leave, watching Kyle shut the door a little too hard for his comfortability. He wanted to do the respectful thing and give your space, but he was worried. There was something unsettling about the way Kyle was acting and he knew you were not okay.
He moved to the door, listening the best he could but most of it was jumbled, only some words coming in and out.
“…..3:00 am! …. Kidding me? ….Stupid!”
His jaw clenched as he listened to Kyle’s voice get louder and more angry. He hated that he was yelling at you. He hated that just because you were out with a friend, he felt the right to come here and pull you out, ruining your night. And finally he knew what was wrong.
This wasn’t the first time Kyle had acted like this. He could hear you apologizing and he cringed. You should never have to apologize, he thought.
The sounds of light crying shattered his heart and he fought against every fibre in his body not to walk out there and deck the guy. He knew he couldn’t let his feelings get in the way of yours. But things got drastic fast and he knew he needed to do something.
Kyle, very loudly screamed at you. “You think you can get anybody else but me? You should be fucking lucky I chose you, you ugly fucking bitch.”
Jensens eyes widened and he rushed towards the door, a loud smack echoing right outside the door before he opened it.
The trailer door slammed open and you nearly jumped out of your skin, your eyes quickly focusing on Jensen. He looked more angry than Kyle, and it scared you a bit.
Jensens gaze shifted to you, anger filling him when he noticed how you were pressed against the trailer, tears staining your cheeks and filled in your eyes, your face was red but only one side. He knew what that sound was.
He stepped down the stairs towards Kyle, instantly face to face with the guy. “Did you just fucking hit her?” He spit out angrily.
“Yo why don’t you go inside and let us finish our conversation.” Kyle spit, smirking at Jensen.
It took everything inside him not to punch him out right here, but he knew that wouldn’t help anything. Jensen turned towards you, his feautures softening a little. “You alright?” You nodded and bit your lip to push back the sob threatening to escape.
Jensen turned back towards Kyle and crossed his arms, standing in place. Refusing to back down. “I think you should go man.”
Kyle laughed loudly and shook his head, “Okay. C’mon Y/N.”
Before Jensen could speak, Kyle was already in front of you, aggressively pulling your arm towards him to the point where you nearly fell right on your face.
Jensen rushed forward and stepped an inch from Kyles face, eyes shooting daggers at him. “Let. Her. Go.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
Kyle pulled your arm harder causing you to whimper in pain, he pulled you to his chest and held you there. “You don’t tell me what to do. She’s my girl, not yours. Y/N let’s go.”
You stared at Jensen in desperation and fear, Kyle had never put hands on you before but now that he has, you could finally see how much danger you really were in.
When his eyes met yours, he knew that he needed to protect you at all costs. He knew that stepping in wasn’t a choice anymore, it was his responsibility. You were practically begging him to.
Jensen rushed forward and pushed Kyle, hard, on the ground. Successfully breaking your arm free from his grip. You grabbed your arm and rushed behind Jensen, his hand instantly wrapping around to hold you behind him.
Kyle jumped up and got in Jensens face, anger seeping through so visibly that it scared the hell out of you. “Back the fuck off man, Y/N last warning let’s go now.”
“She’s not going anywhere with you.”
Kyle stared at you hiding behind Jensen and laughed, “You seriously want to do this? End our relationship? Your a piece of fucking garbage nobody’s ever going to love you.”
You frowned and rested your head against Jensens back, feeling his hand press you closer like he was trying to reassure you that it would be okay.
Jensen shook his head and an angry smile appeared on his face, “Dude, you better leave now.”
Kyle smirked and stepped closer, “Or what? You gonna hit me? Do it.”
Jensen felt you tremble and he bit his lip, moving his hand to rub your back gently. “Leave.”
Kyle chuckled angrily and shook his head, “You think I don’t see what’s happening? Your only protecting her because you want to get into her pants. But trust me, she gives it way too easily and she’s not even good.”
That was it. The moment that Jensen couldn’t fight it anymore. He pushed you gently back and stepped forward, clocking Kyle square in the jaw.
Kyle flew to the ground, back hitting the cement with a sickening thud. His mouth was bloody and he looked pissed enough to kill and it scared the shit out of you. He stood from his spot and made eye contact with you pressed against the trailer. He walked closer and pointed straight in your face.
“You are a fucking cunt Y/N, thank god this is over and I don’t have to pretend I loved you anymore. Your nothing.”
You flinched at the words and shoved your head to the ground. Kyle spit on the cement before he glared at Jensen, and making his leave.
As soon as Jensen saw him leave the area, he sighed in relief. He turned to face you, his eyes widening and lowering when he saw you huddled on the ground, head on your knees.
You were shaking and your breathing was shallow. You were crying. Breaking down.
His heart broke at the sight, fighting off his own tears as he rushed forward, hand on your back and arm. “Hey he’s gone it’s okay.”
You shook your head and sob after sob came rushing out, bursting through you like a tsunami. Jensen panicked and picked you up, rushing inside the trailer and placed you on the couch.
His hands never left your back, his mouth leaned close to your ear to coach you through this. He knew you needed time and he would spend every miniute here comforting you if he had to.
Your sobs started slowing and your breathing was returning to normal, causing Jensen to release a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You okay honey? Look at me.”
You shook your head and turned away, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
He smiled sadly as his finger came to your chin, turning you towards him. His eyes glanced at the bright red mark on your face causing him to cringe. He wished Kyle would come back just so he could hit him one more damn time.
“I don’t see anything wrong with who you are honey. Your upset, I understand. I’m not going to let you do this alone.”
You laughed sadly and shook your head free from his grip. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” He stared back in confusion.
“Pretend you care.”
He froze and he felt like you stabbed him in the heart, why would you ever think he didn’t care about you?
You saw the hesitation to speak and you felt bad, but your mind was convincing you that it was true. The damage Kyle did on your brain was immense, but you couldn’t fix it.
“Jensen… Kyle wasn’t being untruthful. Not all the time. I am not a good actress, and-“
He leaned closer before you could go on, his hand coming up to your cheek. “Stop. Don’t do that. Kyle wasn’t truthful about anything. He didn’t know anything. Your an amazing actress, you are an amazing person. And there’s so many people out there who would love you.”
You laughed under your breath and shook your head. “Oh yeah, because they are just lining up to be with me. I’ve only been with one other man since Kyle. Nobody is interested in me, he is right.”
He stared deep in your eyes and frowned, you really believed it. If he could just show you how much he adored and loved you, it would be hardcore proof that you were too amazing to let go. His eyes lowered to your lips before he made his choice.
He leaned in slowly, hearing your breathing hitch but you didn’t back away. He hesitated, his heart pounding out of his chest. He was suddenly so nervous and so anxious. He’s been wanting to do this since he met you, he wanted it to be perfect.
He was scared, freezing between wanting to kiss you and not wanting to traumatize you or take advantage of a vulnerable girl. He didn’t know what to do. His lip shook in nervousness, his hand on your cheek trembling slightly.
You smiled shyly, taking in his condition. It was adorable seeing him so shy, so flustered. And it all became clear. Jensen really did like you. You noticed all the things he would say and do, and it made sense.
Without hesitation, you moved your head and stared into his eyes, seeing the love filled beneath them. You smiled and dipped forwards, your lips catching his in the best first kiss you could ever ask for.
He gasped in surprise before his hand moved to the back of your head, deepening the kiss as much as he could. Kissing Jensen unlocked something inside of you, something you didn’t know was there. You felt love, real love. And safe.
Jensen broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, a bright smile on his lips. “Wow.”
You giggled and lifted your head, “Yeah, wow. Jesus Jensen, what were you waiting for?”
He frowned and shook his head, “The right moment I guess, a sign that you were into me.”
You laughed lightly, “Jensen, I have been into you since day 1. Since you laughed at my stupid intro about quoting Dean Winchester. I’ve liked you since than and never stopped but you never made a move.”
He shook his head at himself, if he knew that you had feelings for him, he would have acted sooner but he had no idea. He didn’t want to move too fast and scare you. He didn’t want to mess things up for the show, he loved working with you.
Suddenly, it clued in. Daisies. He tried, he really did. You frowned and pushed your head down, Jensens eyes worriedly staring back at you.
“Daisies.” You whispered, shaking your head.
He smiled and leaned closer, “Yup, Daisies.”
“I should have cancelled. I should have stayed.”
He shook his head, “No, I think this is how it needed to happen. I think we know eachother way better now, and feelings are stronger.”
You smiled and nodded, leaning close to kiss his lips. You could feel him smiling into the kiss and everything inside of you melted. “Thank you for choosing me.” You whispered
He pushed another kiss before his hands moved to your cheeks. “I’ll always choose you Y/N.”
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l Secrets l
Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Injury, Talk of Death
Summary: It was supposed to be an easy hunt, why did it have to go so wrong?
Word Count: 864
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It was supposed to be an easy hunt, that’s what you kept telling yourself over and over. How could you be so stupid to let this happen?. Currently you are in the middle of a hunt with Sam and Dean trying to hunt down a vengeful spirit. Sam was currently out burning the bones and you and Dean were left to fend off the spirit until Sam got rid of them. It was supposed to be easy, stay alert, don't stray too far from one another and use salt and iron to get rid of them for some time when they appear. 
While staying quiet and alert with Dean in the kitchen the spirit had appeared and was quickly gotten rid of by Dean with one shot of the shotgun, however somewhere throughout the house another noise was heard. You being you decided that it should be checked out and told Dean that you would be right back. “Ok, but don't stray too far darling, Sam shouldn't be too long now, we're nearly done” taking his advice you were careful, quiet and went to check out the noise to make sure there wasn't anything else in the house that was concerning. What you failed to realise however was that this is exactly what the spirit wanted.
The spirit you were currently hunting had killed 4 women in the span of a week, not you Sam or Dean could figure out why only women but only that he had some real anger for them and so for you to now be straying too far from Dean was the perfect moment for the spirit to strike, and strike it did.
As you neared the storage room at the far back of the house you realised just how far you had gotten away from Dean and quickly decided to head back, but not before the spirit had jumped from the corner of the room and plunged a knife straight into your side. Luckily for you, you managed to catch the spirit with the end of your iron crowbar dispelling it from the room. Deciding it wasn't that bad even though the pain was now coursing through your sides and moving quickly over your body, you made the even stupider decision to remove the knife. Bad Mistake.
As soon as you managed to slide the knife out and away from your body that's when more and more blood started to pour from the stab wound, with you putting as much pressure as you could with your jacket trying so hard to keep it hidden. ‘All you had to do was stay together and wait for Sam to burn the bones’ you said to yourself, cursing your poor decision making the least you could do for the boys was to wait until you got back to the motel and patch it up yourself which also wasn't the brightest decision on your part but the only one that wouldn't cause worry to Sam and Dean.
Not long after that Sam had burned the bones and you were all in the Impala heading back. On the journey back you were getting more and more light headed the closer you came to the motel, something that didn't escape Dean as he watched you from the mirror. He could clearly see you swaying back and forth and was determined to find out what was wrong.
As you all arrived you didn't make it 2 steps from the car before Dean was hoisting you into his arms and carrying you to the room. “Sam get the first aid kit, somethings wrong” Dean shouted out as you all entered the room. “What? I'm fine Dean seriously, don't worry about me I'm fine” much to your dismay your convincing was not enough and soon enough your very serious looking stab wound was soon revealed. “Fine?! You can't be serious darling you're nearly bleeding out here” Dean at this point was beyond worried and so decided to leave the stitching you up to Sam in favour of holding you in his lap and making sure you stayed awake.
“Hey, look at me baby, it's fine, you're fine” Dean said as he held your face in his hands and pulled your attention away from Sam stitching up your side. You know that you were stupid and that you shouldn't have hid your injury and seeing the concern in Dean’s eyes as he held you made you decide that you were never gonna split up from him again, not so that you wouldn't get injured again but so that you would never have to see Dean so upset again.
Not soon after Sam had finished and you were all getting ready for bed, Dean pulled you up onto his chest and held you close to him as he looked deep into your eyes. “Promise me you'll tell me if your hurt sweetheart, please. I couldn't bear to do this again, or even worse lose you, please” Dean begged, holding you as close as humanly possible. “I promise baby” you replied placing a kiss to his lips, that promise being something that you did indeed keep from that moment forth.
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Breathe - Chapter Nine
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After the biggest meeting of her career, Y/N went for a drink and met him. Dean Winchester, the handsome bartender at The Shop, who managed to say all of the right things to soften her hard shell. Was it possible that Y/N was wrong all of this time? Had she spent the better part of 2 decades focusing on her career when there was one man in a city of 18 million that could make her feel more alive than any job ever could? Will she be able to slow down long enough to let herself fall in love with a man that was never a part of the plan? After years of holding her breath, will she finally let herself breathe again?
This story is written for my beautiful and talented friend and beta @dean-winchesters-bacon​, thanks for always inspiring me and supporting my whims. Love you always. Banner by the talented @talesmaniac89
Chapter Nine
Dean
When Dean found out his dad was having another son he was furious. It felt like a replacement. John Winchester had already left Mary and Dean alone and found another woman to create a life with, and now Dean was being replaced, too. A new wife, a new apartment, a new son, a new life. A new life without Dean. He imagined what his little brother would be like, and all he could see at the time was a nightmare creature with sharp teeth that’s entire goal was to rip apart his family.
He wouldn’t participate in the baby shower, he didn’t care to help pick out a name, and since Mary's feelings were hurt so were Dean’s. She tried to hide it, of course, but he heard her crying at night.
It wasn’t until his dad took him to the hospital to meet Sammy that his demeanor changed completely. The squishy, pink skinned baby looked up at him with squinty eyes. He’d been screaming a moment before, but when he locked eyes with Dean he made a cooing noise and reached out a tiny, dimpled hand. There were no teeth, just gums and little purple lips that opened and closed as if he wanted to say something. Dean's heart melted as Sammy’s tiny fist wrapped around his finger, squeezing with Thor's strength.
He was a big brother, and Dean knew the moment Sam looked up at him with sleepy eyes that he would protect him until his last breath.
Thirty some years later he stared at that same kid affectionately on the roof of his law firm in downtown New York City.
“I’ll give you this, Dean, you are a hell of a cook,” Sam said, chewing.
“Glad I can impress.”
“It's a long way from Winchester Surprise.”
“Hey! You liked macaroni and cheese with marshmallows. I never once heard you complain,” Dean said dismissively.
Sam shrugged and smiled softly. “You did your best with what you had.”
“I tried.” Dean looked out to the city. It was getting cooler as autumn crept into view. “How’re things going, Sammy?” he asked, his eyes flickering back to his brother. “You got an asshole for a partner on this case? He leavin’ you to do all the work?”
“I’m not sure what’s going on with her,” Sam said pointedly.
Dean nodded knowingly. “Sorry for assuming. Is she an asshole, then?” He grinned widely at his brother.
“No. She’s…” Sam sighed and Dean's eyebrows shot up in response. Furrowed brows, sad lips, and pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew that damn look.
“You like her.”
“What?”
“I’ve seen that look before, Sam. The only time you get this bent out of shape is when you’re in deep.”
“I’m not…” Sam began, but when he locked eyes with his brother, his resolve dissipated. His face fell into his hands and he let out an exacerbated groan. “I am in deep. I’m in love with her, Dean, and I really don’t know what to do about it.”
Looking at his brother made Dean soften significantly. “Ah, man. Have you told her? You should probably tell her how you feel.”
“She doesn’t want to hear it.”
“Sure she does! You’re a goddamn catch!”
“I don’t know, Dean. It’s always been so physical with her. She’s so… focused on anything else but us. Plus, she’s pissed at me.”
“What did you do? Can you fix it?”
Sam shrugged half-heartedly. “I… I’m trying to fix it. She’s mad that I was chosen as primary on this case. They picked me over her, and I insisted that she should work with me on it. Isn’t that worth something?”
Dean thought about Y/N then, and her devastation over losing her own role in her job to a man. Normally, Dean would’ve been completely on his brother's side, but after meeting her his perspective had changed significantly. “Have you considered her side of things? I don’t know, man, sometimes I don’t think we realize how easy we’ve got it. Not that your job is easy… I just mean that our gender doesn’t make it harder.”
“I guess,” Sam said, squirming in his seat a bit. “I work really hard, and I hate that she discounts it. I also see why she’s pissed, though. It’s so complicated.” He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
His baby brother was going through something, but if Dean learned anything from Y/N it’s that this is worth learning. “Be honest with her, consider her feelings and think about the fact that she has to work twice as hard to be considered in a room that you and I can just walk into. The world isn’t fair, Sammy. I know that much at least.”
“Where is this all coming from?”
He could feel his cheeks heat. “I may have met someone, too.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Dean said dismissively.
“Like what?” Sam asked, feigning innocence.
“Like you’re expecting me to start braiding your hair and gossiping about a crush.”
“You’re blushing, Dean. I’ve never seen you like that, not even with Lisa. I’m just saying… I’m happy for you. Whoever she is, I hope she makes you happy. I hope she isn’t as complicated as what I’m going through. You deserve a happy ending, man.”
“It hasn’t been long enough to even begin to think about an ending, happy or otherwise.” But he secretly hoped she was his happy ending, too.
“You should tell her how you feel, too,” Sam said, nodding to his brother. “You do it, and I will, too.”
“It always has to be a competition with you,” Dean said, raising an eyebrow. “Some things never change.” He grinned widely.
“Fine. I’ll tell her.” He would’ve told her anyway. It was never a secret.
Her
Y/N walked around New York. She had a lot to think about, and it was taking over her mind; she was drowning in it all. The idea of quitting, leaving it all behind had crawled into her mind and made a home there. It burrowed in deeply and dug its claws in. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had to make a change. When she walked Lisa back to her studio she saw all of the women gearing up for their yoga class. The image now lived in her mind rent free.
She watched them, knowing who they were, but not daring to make any assumptions. They were survivors. Each one of them had survived some kind of violence, an attack by someone they didn’t know and sometimes, someone they knew far too well. Y/N knew from her women’s study classes in college that one in four women were assaulted in their lifetime and despite the fact that less than two percent of reports are false, only six in approximately one-thousand rapes resulted in incarceration. When she heard the numbers for the first time she wrote them down in her notebook and taped the page to her dorm room wall. She wouldn’t end up one of those numbers, and she didn’t. Her friends did, though - more than one.
Watching the women stretch and laugh and heal in front of her, everything clicked together. That's what she wanted to do. She wanted to help the women who were hurt. She wanted to be a shining light in the darkness because anyone who wanted to share their story deserved to do so without being terrified. It would be hard, but she could do it. She knew she could.
She couldn’t wait to tell Dean all about it.
Y/N rushed home to change her clothes before she went to find him. It was late in the day now, so he was either leaving work or headed there. She assumed that she didn’t have a lot of time to change clothes and get her head wrapped around her decision. She was so in her thoughts that she almost ran over the man sitting on her stoop.
“Oh my gosh I’m so…” Her voice caught in her throat as a pair of green eyes flickered up to her under full eyelashes.
Dean.
She must’ve exhaled out his name because he grinned widely up at her, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Y/N,” he said, her name was rough and quiet on his lips, and she felt her knees weaken.
“I was just coming to see you,” she admitted.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
She rolled her eyes. God, he was annoying. God, he was beautiful.
“I was going to change first.” She lifted her arms and gestured to her abnormally lax outfit.
“Why?” he asked, standing up. Since he was on a step above her he looked even taller than normal, and she honestly hadn’t thought that was possible. “You look great the way you are.”
“I’m…” She almost said she wasn’t comfortable like this, but that wasn’t true. She was comfortable, but the idea of comfort in fashion had been ripped from her bleeding fingers at such a young age she’d never even considered that the two words could live together in harmony. “Thank you.”
“Why were you looking for me?” His finger brushed a hair behind her ear, sending chills up her neck.
“I wanted to tell you something.”
Dean’s thumb moved from her earlobe down her jaw. “Mmm. What’s that?”
They were unintentionally scooting closer, and she hadn't realized it until their chests brushed. “I…” Her head was spinning. She couldn't focus with him that close to her. He smelled like he’d been cooking, and it made her want to curl in even closer to him. He was intoxicating.
“You…” He prompted with a wry grin.
Focus, Y/N. “I’m going to quit my job.” The words spilled out of her lips quickly and unplanned.
“You’re going to… what?” He moved to back away from her, his pupils wide in shock.
She stopped him by resting her hands on his hips. “I’m not being impulsive,” she promised. “I’m not an impulsive person. I just… I’m not happy. This isn’t what I want.” Her eyes stung as she thought about all she’d worked for. She climbed and crawled her way up, and she hated every second of it.
His expression softened, and his thumb traced her bottom lip. “What’re you going to do then?”
“I think I’m going to start a nonprofit practice to help survivors of sexual assault and domestic violence. Survivors don’t always want to come forward, but I think if there are lawyers who focus on that side of the law that maybe they’ll feel more comfortable. I just… I want to make a difference. I don’t want to give up on my dreams, but what I’ve been doing isn’t my dream.”
She didn’t realize she hadn’t been looking at him until her eyes flickered up. He was grinning widely, his white teeth shining down at her. “That suits you.”
“How would you know?” She asked, sarcasm weak in her voice. It did suit her, after all.
“Because I’m always right. It’ll be way easier for you if you learn that now.”
“Oh?” He nodded quickly. “Yup.”
“So, why are you on my steps, Dean?”
“Oh, are these your steps?” he asked, feigning sheepish confusion.
Y/N met him with an unimpressed glare, and he laughed in response.
“I’m here for this,” he whispered huskily before pulling her chin up to his and pressing a hot, urgent kiss on her lips. “I’m proud of you,” he breathed the words into her mouth, pushing life back into her.
She didn’t need him to be proud of her, because she was proud of herself. She threw her arms around his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes to ease the bend of his neck and kissed him back feverishly. She murmured his name into the kiss, and his arms tightened around her.
The world around them melted away in an instant. He came to kiss her, and he was the first person that she wanted to tell about her decision. There was something happening between them, something far beyond their control, something cosmic. His hands traveled down her back and deepened the kiss, his tongue running along her bottom lip.
A whine escaped her lips, one that would normally embarrass her endlessly, but in that moment she couldn’t care less. She opened her mouth to taste him and god he tasted amazing. His tongue was warm and soft, and she pressed fully flush against him. She wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible.
He groaned into her mouth and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing it gently. Her skin prickled under her leggings under his touch, the space between her legs throbbing with want. She nipped at his bottom lip, causing him to squeeze her tighter, more insistently.
The sky rumbled with a new round of thunder, but they ignored it.
“Get a room!” Someone shouted at them as they walked by, causing them to pull apart briefly, laughing to each other breathlessly.
“Sorry,” Dean grunted, waving at the passerby apologetically. His freckled cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen. She grinned at the sight.
“I have a room,” she said quickly.
His eyebrows shot up, and his lips tugged into a grin. “Lead the way.”
She pushed past him, but he kept his hands on her possessively as she fiddled with the keys. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “Dean,” she warned. “I can’t focus with you doing that.”
“Doing what?” he asked innocently, his voice rumbling against her. He nipped at her skin tenderly and she groaned, feebly attempting to wiggle out of his grip.
The lock clicked, and she swung the door open immediately. They needed to get upstairs now. The door shut behind them, and Dean pulled her back into his arms, spinning her and planting a needy kiss on her mouth. His mouth was hot and urgent. She sighed against him and melted within his arms. She wasn’t strong enough to resist him, to resist this. Plus, she’d decided to keep doing the things that made her happy, and this made her the happiest she’d felt in awhile.
He toyed with the bottom of her sweatshirt with deft fingers, making her stomach flip. His hands slid up the back of the sweatshirt, his fingers trailing her spine before settling between her shoulder blades. A small gasp escaped his lips, and she felt him smile into the kiss. Before she even had a chance to question the exchange, she remembered that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She tugged him toward the elevator, blindly feeling for the button to take them up to her floor before she was topless in the lobby. The elevator dinged, and the sound rang like a bell in her mind, bouncing off of her skull. She placed her hands on his chest and walked them backwards into the open elevator. “Dean…” She said his name weakly before peeling them apart long enough to turn and press the button to her floor.
Instead of releasing her, he moved one hand to the front of her, running his calluses over the soft skin of her breast. Her nipple perked up immediately, and she whimpered. If someone had told her three months prior that a man would make her whimper she would’ve laughed in their faces, but there she was, making whiny, weak noises. She came completely undone as his fingers tweaked her already-hard nipple. He spun her around and pressed her back to the wall with a low growl, reaching with a free hand for the big, red emergency stop button to halt the elevator.
Dean’s hands were back on her in a second, working her sweatshirt over her head and tossing it away. He looked at her hungrily, his bottom lip trembled. “Fuck,” he mumbled.
“What?” she asked breathlessly, suddenly nervous under his gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His mouth was back on hers before she could consider objecting. He kissed her lips, her jaw, down her neck, between her breasts, and took her nipple between his lips, sucking eagerly. Her back arched automatically in response. She closed her eyes, completely taken over by the heat of his mouth on her, and his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin.
His eyes flickered open, and he looked up at her through his eyelashes, her breast still in his mouth. She thought she was going to pass out from the sight of his eyes heavy with desire, staring up at her. She wanted to pull his mouth back up to her, but when she tugged at his shoulders he released her and grinned. He flicked his tongue against her nipple again eliciting a groan from her, and trailed his tongue between her breast and down her stomach, leaving tantalizing kisses along the exposed skin at the waistband of her leggings.
Y/N looked down at him with wide eyes. He wouldn’t, not in the public elevator. Regardless of whether or not it was stopped and no one could come in, he surprised her again by curling his fingers around the waist of her leggings and kissing the newly bare skin as he rolled them down her hips, exposing her thong.
Oh god, I’m in trouble.
Her face was hot as she stood before him practically naked, and he looked at her hungrily. “Dean,” she said his name again weakly, and he looked up at her. The sight of him kneeling in front of her was almost too much to handle.
“This okay?”
Is it?
In reality, she didn’t see why not. There wasn’t a camera in the elevator of the old building, she knew that much. She wanted his mouth on her so badly that she could barely think. Why would she say no?
He pressed a gentle kiss to her hip bone. “I need you to say yes to keep going. I’m not going to ravish you in an elevator without hearing the word come out of your lips, sweetheart.”
Ravish you.
Oh god, she was going to pass out.
She nodded quickly, giving in to her desires for once in her goddamned life.
“I need to hear it,” he said with a quiet growl. “Say the word, and I’m at your mercy.” “Yes, damn it!” She heard herself say, her voice strained with desire, a wetness pooling between her legs that would normally embarrass her.
“Thank fucking god,” he purred before placing a hot kiss right at her core through the lace, and her knees immediately went weak. She had no idea how she was going to keep herself upright, so she grabbed blindly for the handrails.
Just breathe, Y/N. Breathe.
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agentbonham · 5 years
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Kinks with Dean: Spanking
Dean Winchester x Reader 
Warnings: [MATURE] Spanking. An aroused Dean.  A/N: 1/ ∞ Stories. Will probably write another one at some point.  Word Count: 510
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Dean was no stranger to sex or porn, but he could admit there were things that he had always wanted to try and never really got the chance. At least not extensively. He was a mostly open book when it came to sex, and you were a treat for him. You spoiled him, always wanting to try new things and to play with him when he wasn't working. The first time you had told him to spank you, Dean marveled at the way your ass would move after the impact of his hand and every time he would lick and bit at his bottom lip at the thought of what he would after your ass was bright red with his handprints.
The thought of this drove Dean mad today. He often had to readjust himself before getting out his car. All he wanted to do was get back to you. As he daydreamed, he would think about the smoothness of your skin under his rough, calloused palms. His leg would jump up and down as he would sit somewhere, impatient, horny, and ready to get through that hotel door. This time, he made sure Sam had his room down the hall. He didn't want his brother walking in on the both of you again, not today.
Dean came through the hotel room, duffle bag over his shoulder. His green eyes landed on you as you laid out in his bed. He bit down on his bottom lip as he dropped the bag to the floor and made his way to you. With ease, Dean picks you up, pressing his lips against yours for a moment in a heated kiss. All you could do was smile. Dropping his body down on the bed, Dean wasted no time in laying you out over his knees. He didn't speak a word; his hand went to pull your panties down closer to your knees. You squirm slightly, but he is quick to grip you to keep you still while his hand raised and lowered swiftly to meet your bare bottom.
You let out a, and your toes curl, bitting down on your bottom lip. The stinging sensation gave you goosebumps. Dean lets out a deep-throated groan, watching the way your skin starts to redden. Again he raises his hand, and it lands with a sharp blow to your skin. Dean repeats this over and over, watching intently as his handprint would form on your surface. He left small broken vessels, causing some slight bruising around the handprint. He listens as you moan and whimper with each blow, chewing on his bottom lip intently.
“Who’s my good girl?” Dean coos at you just to watch the smile come to your face before he lands down another blow against your skin.
When Dean is satisfied with the markings on your bottom, he smirks and lets his hand gently slid down between your thighs. He feels your swollen lips and the way your juices coat against his fingers, just as he wanted. Dean's excitement is almost too much for him to bear from his actions. Now the only thing he can think about is sliding into you to feel you tighten around him. The night is young and the only thing he’s going to be doing is wearing you out. 
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xxxband-imaginesxxx · 5 years
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Dream
Dean x reader
Word count:347
Warnings: spn stuff vague mention of suicide
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“Good morning honey” he says
Honey? When did this happen I think. And then it hits me. We were hunting a djinn. None of this is real.
“Are you okay?” He asks
“Um yeah I’m fine”
I try to remind myself that this isn’t my Dean. My Dean is - never mind focus Y/N. Ok all I have to do is kill myself right? Should be simple enough.
“Y/N?” Dean says
“I’m so sorry.” I whispered
“What why?”
“ Maybe in another life this would work, ya know. We could be happy in another life.” I say
“What the hell are you talking about” he shouts
“ I know! That you’re a monster you’re not him you can’t be him.”
“Alright” the djinn says dropping the act “ That give you all of the more reason to stay here, you know how bad it is in that world.
“If I stay I die anyway, I would rather go out on my own terms.” I say
I pray to whatever god listening that he doesn’t see me reach for my knife. I start to think, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here. No Y/N! You gotta get home
I take the knife out of my boot and stab myself in the stomach.
“Bye bitch.”
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It’s cold, and dark when I wake up
“Awe shit” I say as it hits me
I’m alone. No more Dean. No more perfect life. No more happy. I decide my next stop pretty quickly.
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“ Uh hey Dean I know it’s been awhile since I’ve came by but ya know now is better than never right? But um I just wanted to tell you how much I miss you and I wish you were her with me.”
I lay the roses in front of the makeshift tombstone I made for my boyfriend almost two years ago. His brother right next to him.
I walk back to my car with my gun in hand. I never planned it to end like this but fuck it right? I’m a hunter what did I expect?
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waif-of-the-night · 5 years
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Angry or Turned On?
Masterlist
Dean x reader
Requested by: @roonyxx​ hope you like this b!
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Prompt: 26. “If you continue to do what you’re doing, i won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.”
This Drabble is a part of my 100 follower Drabble Challenge! Requests still open.
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, Unresolved feelings, angst (like, you know me guys)
A/n: This is my first time writing smut (i feel like this should be in the warning section lol)
“What the hell, (y/n)?!”
The sentence you were used to hearing every other time you were on a hunt with the Winchesters. You had been a hunter for almost as much time as them and would work together often but never had it been this frustrating. First few times, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t good to have back up and the boys were good company. But after that the older Winchester just wouldn’t stop getting in your way and it always ended with him saying this.
“What’s your problem, Dean!” you yelled back at him as you threw your bag on one of the twin beds in the small motel room. You turned back to face him standing in the doorway with a bag of his own and a very ‘not impressed’ expression on his face. Sam was already gone to ‘catch up on some lore in the library’ aka stay away from you and Dean’s fight.
“What’s my problem?” he raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “My problem is that you won’t stop jumping in before monsters, in this case, a freaking werewolf!”
A wry laugh left your mouth as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Dean, I’m a hunter for god’s sake. That’s literally my job!”
“Oh no. Your job is to take care of the monster without getting yourself killed!” The bag in Dean’s hand landed on the floor with thud as he raked his hands through his hair frustratingly.
You scoffed at him as your hands dropped to your sides. You turned to your duffle on the bed and slowly bent over to it and started gathering your stuff into it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” you heard him say but you didn’t stop lifting your stuff from the bed and placing them in your bag.
“What does it look like.” You answered in almost monotone without batting an eye towards him.
“If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.” He answered and for a moment your hands stopped. There was anger boiling up in you, that you were keeping in check but his tone was really not helping. You bit on your lip a little too hard before you finally stood back straight to face him, “What do you care—”
You hadn’t realised how close he’d come while you weren’t paying attention but now that you did, he didn’t allow you to complete your sentence before his lips attacked yours. Your mind couldn’t process what was happening for a second but as soon as it did, you found yourself not being able to pull back. Instead, you kissed him back, harder, to his shock. His hands found the back of your head, gently tugging at your hair as he pushed your body with his until your back hit the cold wall. You snaked your hand to the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as it grew hungrier.  Dean traps you between his body and wall as his hand slips up your shirt and roughly squeezes your breast, pulling down the fabric of your bra as he pinches and turns a nipple.
You let out an angry groan, reaching down and cupping him through his jeans, stroking him to find him already rock solid.
“Fuck (y/n), I’m gonna come right now if you don’t stop.”
“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” you smirk at him. He pinches your nipple harder. The pain causes you to shriek in mixture of pain and pleasure. He had you pissed off and turned on at the same damn time.
Soon your shirt is ripped into shreds and bra long gone as Dean dips down and sucks one into his mouth flicking it with his tongue while cupping the other one. You lean into him, a moan escaping your lips, when he starts working on your jeans, getting rid of them and your panties together in one motion. He hurriedly frees himself too while you leave open mouth kisses down his neck.
He gets rid of his jeans and suddenly hoists you up against the wall and wraps your legs around his waist for support. A small yelp escapes your mouth before your mouth is again attacked my Dean’s and his length brushes up your entrance. He takes his head back just a little, and looks into your eyes and when you give him that silent consent he craved, he enters you completely. One of his hands found its place on your lower back while the other snaked its path down to your clit and started rubbing it making you lose your balance. His lips kissed the side of your neck as he started increasing the pace of his thrusts, literally fucking the anger out of you while you help him by his shoulders like your life depended on it. He had you in a mess, waiting for a release and soon he gave it to you. He let you ride it out as he came right after you. He let your legs fall back to the floor and you would’ve collapsed right there if it wasn’t for Dean holding you.
It took a minute for the both of you to come back to your senses before something unexpected happen. He kissed you. Not a hungry needy kiss, but a gentle and soft kiss. The one that makes promises, the one you give someone you don’t hate, the one you want to keep on repeating because you can’t get enough. And more importantly, the one you can’t return. Not because you don’t want to, but because you can’t. You’re not allowed to, living the life you live. He knows it and you know it. So you looked at each other for the last time, with what ifs and maybes before you dressed back up and picked up your bag and left.
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winchestersis-blog · 5 years
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Fishing Moments
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Summary: You and Dean in a wekeend gateway. Dean is fishing and you approach him.  
Wrods: 478
Style: fluff and angst.
The creek was a view of paradise. The birds, the wind, the water and other animals were the only melody around, it was magical. The cabin was made of hard dark wood, it was neat and cozy inside. You and Dean are on a weekend getaway, before he puts in to practice Billie’s fate, him and Michael in a caballic box, forever.    
You are sitting rocking chair in the porch. Dean is fishing by a rock near the creek and you quietly observed him. You were not ashamed but you didn’t like to be caught, it made Dean cocky. But this time, he didn’t even notice you, he was so absorbed in the nature and in the act of waiting for the fish to bite, which was a rare moment. You knew why, you just didn’t like to admit that he is so quiet because he is absorbing every little tiny moment life has to give him. Appreciating them, in his very typical Dean way. Like each and every one of them is the last.
You like to believe they are not. You like to believe you are going to talk Dean out of this crazy idea. But deep, deep inside, you are worthless because you know you most certainly can’t do it.
You pick up your beer and walk towards Dean, passing through the grass and the rock, ditching a small rabbit and letting out a giggle. When you reach him, you sit quietly next to Dean. He glances at you and give you a beautiful tender smile. “Hey honey.” You smile back.
“I like seeing you like this.” You tell him.
“What there is not to love about me?” He hypothetically asks with a smirk.
You tap him in the shoulder. “Well I love everything, even what is not so much lovable.”  
“Baby always scoring!” He answers cheerly and you giggle.
For a few seconds, maybe minutes, you both enjoy the silence.
“Wouldn’t you want to have more moments like this one?” You ask him, not showing any fear.
“I would.” His toned changes, his voice because deeper and very serious.
You observe him, with a glimpse of hope.
“I still believe we could do it together.”
“No, we can’t.” Dean answers readily.
“You can’t say that without trying.”
Dean moves his body uncomfortably and clears his throat.
“I am not asking you to have my back on this, or to support me, I am asking you to just understand.” He says with a very calm voice, not wanting to pick any fight and you admired him for that.
“I do all that, but I also love you!" You didn't even think before answering that. "It's hard to accept.”
“Then don’t accept.” Dean voice is still calm. “Just take it in, as if it is a hard pill to swallow. You’ve done that before.” He looks you in the eyes. “I love you too Y/N, my love for you is unmesuareble and it is going to live even before I'm dead or stuck or whatever. My heart is yours, but there are things greater than us.” He explained calmly and with loads of emotion.
A tear falls down your face and you step closer to place a hand in his cheek.
"But I imagine us growing old together." you simply said, Dean turns towards you and kisses you softly.
"I do too." He whispers and leans back. "Please don't make this harder than it already is." He begs you softly.
It was hard to admit but he seemed like a different man. Calmer and more pondered. He was letting go of the shell. It broke your heart in a way and healed it in another.
"I guess I have no choice."
"No. You don't Y/N."
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virginiavaleenevale · 6 years
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I’m leaving.
This is a little gift for my friend @ellie051200 (I mean, she gave me a super cute photo of Mark Pellegrino with a cat! I had to!)
Summary: Something is hunting you down and it could put the boys in danger but when you decide to leave Dean won’t let you go.
Warnings: angst, a little fluff
Words count: 508 words.
Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam mentioned
I’m writing something longer with Lucifer and Sam involved but in the meanwhile... hope you enjoy it! 
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“Why!?”
“You know why!”
“No Dean, I really don’t. I mean, why do you even care?”
“Are you kidding me!?”
I looked him dead in the eye and I swear if it wasn’t him I would have punched him in the face. He glanced at me with so much anger that for a moment I was taken aback and I had to break eye contact. All of this… he was just making everything more difficult.
“Listen, it’s coming for me, we don’t even know what it is nevertheless how to take it down! You can’t stop me, if I have to die I refuse to take you and Sam down with me.”
“You are not leaving (Y/N), I won’t let you.”
I could feel tears forming in my eyes, my body shaking, my heart racing. His eyes softened and he got closer to me but immediately I took a step back making him stop.
“Please… don’t make this more difficult that it already is.”
“But-”
“No! No buts! You are acting like you care for me, but I know the truth so you might as well stop pretending!”
He looked at me confused.
“What are you talking about?”
“I heard you! I fucking heard you! I’m just ‘a silly girl that plays hunter that will bring us all down’, am I?”
Tears were slipping down my face burning like fire in my eyes, his face in total shock at my words. My heart sank in my chest at the sight because the stupid me still had feelings for the man, that situation was so heart breaking I needed to leave the room before my inevitable break down. As I was leaving he gripped my wrist and turned me around, I was surprised to find that much hurt and sorrow on his features.
“You listen to me know. I was not talking about you, you heard me, I was not talking about YOU. I do care for you, more than you could ever imagine, (Y/N)… don’t you get it? Without you we are lost, I am lost. You are one of the best things that ever happened to me, I was so empty before I met you, you made me a better person and if I lose you… I lose what brings light in my dark life.”
I was left speechless just looking in his green eyes, now filled with tears like mines. I hugged him, I couldn’t leave him, I knew I couldn’t.
“Please, we’ll deal with this, we’ll get trough like we always do... just don’t leave me.”
I gently pulled away and while still in his embrace I looked him in the eyes. I smiled and before I knew it our lips touched. A kiss so sweet and full of emotions that made me wonder if I was dreaming, one of his hands was placed on my cheek and that was all I needed to know it was real…
Once the intimate moment was over I couldn’t help but smile.
“I think… I think I’ll stay.”
Thanks for reading!
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jiminisjamin · 6 years
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Thankful (Dean x Reader)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Requested: No.
Summary: The day before Thanksgiving, Y/n, Sam and Dean leave on what was supposed to be a simple, easy, few hour hunt in town.
Warnings: Angst. Like, major angst. Lots of angst, with fluff at the end. Mild Language.
Rating: Angst.
Word Count: 1,583
Notes: Y/n/n= Your nickname.
Title: Thankful.
       Y/n’s lungs practically claw out of her throat as she runs, her brain begging for oxygen, her legs praying for a break- but she can’t. She can hear him shouting in the distance, but she doesn’t know where he is. He’s shouting at the top of his lungs- the horrible, ear piercing screams stabbing into her heart- yet they are distant to her. Her arms pump at her side as she picks up the pace, a broken, dry scream flying past her own lips:
    “Dean!” The only answer she gets is a faint shout;
    “Y/n!” She can tell his voice is getting weaker, more strained, his words and screams choppier. She closes her eyes, inhaling sharply as the pain in her side intensifies slightly, blood now soaking the front of her shirt. Y/n didn’t even know if Sam was behind her at this point- she highly doubted it, a group of eight or nine vampires had been chasing them. He’d told her to go on, that he and Castiel would deal with it- that she needed to get to Dean.
    “Dean!” She shouts, her voice breaking again as she opens her eyes, narrowly dodging a low hanging branch as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “Dean!” She shouts, not hearing any more screams. She stops, her arms open out by her sides. Y/n turns her face up to the sky, taking in a deep breathe. “Dean!” Her voice echoes in the night, and she almost cringes at the desperation in her voice, the quivering, broken sound of her own cries when there’s no answer. “Dean, Dean please. Answer me. Dean! Dean, answer me now!” She sobs, collapsing to her knees, her head hanging down. “Dean, Dean…please, Dean.” Her sobs grow louder, and exhaustion begins to take over her body, the blood loss and running being too much. “Dean, please.” She whimpers, her body falling to the side. “Dean,” y/n croaks, her breathing jagged. “Dean…” Her eyes begin to close, but a shot of adrenaline allows her to jump to her feet. “D-dean?”
    A quiet groan, and the rustling of leaves.
    “Dean?” Y/n’s heart hammers in her chest.
    “Y/n/n?” He groans, trying to shift up to see her. Y/n moves forward, collapsing by his side.
    “Dean, oh my god…oh my god, Dean,” she murmurs, instantly finding him and holding onto him tightly.
    “You’re bleeding,” he murmurs, shifting slightly and placing his unusually cool palm on her side. She hisses slightly, closes her eyes, and rests her head on his shoulder. “You’re hurt,” he whispers, pulling y/n closer to him. “You’re shaking, you’re cold…you’re…y/n/n, oh god…this is my fault, y/n/n I’m sorry, I-” Y/n shakes her head.
    “Dean, stop…I’m fine, I just- I’m glad I found you…I’m…glad you…you’re…” Her eye lids begin to flutter shut, and she whimpers. “C-cas,” she whispers. “Castiel, we need you- we…nnh-need your help.” The fluttering and crunching of leaves alerts her of Castiel’s arrival. “Cas- Dean needs to be healed,” she whispers. “You need to save him,” she whispers.
    When she gets no reply, she forces an eye open, and peers up at Castiel-no. That’s not right, that’s not…that’s not Castiel. Y/n’s heart slams against her chest.
    “C-Cas,” she raises her voice as the vampire stalks forward. “S-Sam! Cas, please!” Dean shifts next to her, a low groan falling past his lips. “Cas! Sam, please!” She shouts weakly.
     Another low groan rumbles from Dean, and her face crumples. “Dean, oh god, Dean.” She turns her face and presses it into the crook of his neck, her heartbeat gradually slowing. She can feel the vibrations from his chest as he laughs- but it doesn’t sound right, no. It’s a little too deep, a little too gravelly. It sounds…more like a cough. She wraps her arms around him.
    “Whoa- sweetheart,” he mumbles sleepily. “At least b-” a low rumbling cough cuts his sentences short, and his breathing quickens for a few seconds. “-buy me dinner first, sweetheart…” he mumbles, his lips lifting in a weak, snarky smile. Y/n laughs weakly, clenching the cloth of his shirt in her fist. The sound of crunching leaves is the only indication that its moving closer, and Dean wraps his arms around Y/n pulling her closer. “Get away you son of a bitch,” he growls, his arms flexing around her as he strains to keep her as far away from it as he can. He doesn’t look away from Y/n the whole time, and closes his eyes, one tear falling down his face as he shakes slightly. “Y/n/n…” He mumbles, shaking her slightly. She hums softly in response.
    “Dean, I’ve been wanting to tell you something.” She whispers. “I- really…” She coughs violently, and her whole-body tenses as her wound tears slightly more. Y/n blanches, and she whimpers again, curling closer to Dean. “I really care about you, Dean.” She grunts. “I’d say love you- nhh- because I do.” Dean swallows roughly.
    “You’ve got great timing, sweetheart.” He whispers. “I want you to know that-” His sentence is cut off by multiple shouts, and the sound of a body crashing to the ground.
    “Dean,” she whispers, curling into him again, tears streaming down her face and soaking his shirt.
    “Y/n/n…” He murmurs, shifting his face to stare into her eyes. Y/n forces her eyes open, and they stare at each other. His lips part, and he presses a kiss to her lips, pulling away soon after. “I need you to know that I-”
       When Dean’s eyes open, his whole body is sore, but he no longer feels like he’s been ripped apart. He groans slightly, shifting. “Y/n/n?” He whispers, his voice hoarse. A small, low groan lets him know she is okay, and he lifts his head, looking over at her. “Y/n,” he murmurs again, slowly, and painfully, moving over to her and wrapping his arms around her. “Y/n/n, we’re okay…we’re in the bunker,” he murmurs, burying his face in her neck. “Y/n/n?”
    “Mmh, yeah?” She mumbles.
    “Do you still mean what you said?” Dean’ grumbles, his hands flexing around her waist. “Do you really love me?”
    “Unnh,” she groans, opening her eyes slowly and squinting up at him. “If I said it I meant it,” she mumbles, inhaling deeply. “I feel like shit.” Dean’s eyes light up slightly, and he smiles.
    “You look, amazing.” He stutters, pulling her closer and curling himself around her. “Y/n/n, I want you to know that-”
    “Hey! Sam, they’re awake.” Castiel’s voice pulls Dean from the moment, and he pulls away, sitting up in the bed. Castiel walks over to him, and smiles.
    “We feel like shit,” Dean complains, pulling himself out of the comfortable bed.
    “You should be thanking me,” Castiel frowns. “You were in much worse shape when we found you. You were almost dead- both of you.” Dean’s face softness.
    “I know, Cas.”
    “We almost lost you, Dean.”
    “I know, Cas.” He repeats. “I’m sorry- I, hey…” He squints slightly. “Why uh, why didn’t you put us in separate beds?”
    “We found you like that, half alive. You didn’t take very well to us trying to separate the two of you.” Sam says, grinning at his brother from the doorway. “By the way, one of you better drag her out of bed. We’re eating Thanksgiving dinner.” Dean sighs and drags his hand down his face.
    “You act like we just slept in or something,” he grumbles. “I think you’re forgetting the part where we got ripped to shreds.” Sam shrugs, his eyes sparkling slightly.
    “You’re alive and well- that’s all that matters. Now hurry up- it’s rude to keep family waiting at the table,” with that Sam walks out of the room, and Cas follows him after casting a worried glance at y/n, who still hasn’t gotten up.
    Dean sighs, and rubs the back of his neck, turning to her. “Y/n, come on.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her out of bed. “As much as I want to sleep- I’m starvin’, and I’m sure you are too.” Dean whispers and nudges her towards the door.
    “You were going to tell me something,” Y/n murmurs. “After I said…and…just now,��� she frowns slightly, and glances up at him. Dean tilts his head, and grins widely.
    “Just how damn cute you are,” he whispers. “And how much I love you. How perfect you are, how badass you are…the list goes on and on.” He licks his lips. “I was about to die, I was…I thought I could tell you all the things I wanted you to know but…” His breath comes out in a shaky sigh. “I need more time to tell you everything,” he continues. “I need…I need a lifetime, I need…” He frowns slightly and pulls her close to him. “I need you,” he sighs, “I need you to be with me, I need you to love me…I…I want-I need to spend my life with you, I want to.” He rests his forehead on hers and closes his eyes. “Y/n/n, I love you so much.” He tilts his head slightly and kisses her softly. “I want you to be mine…will you…will you be mine? Forever?” She smiles, and nods.
    “You know I will,” she whispers. Dean smiles down at her.
    “Maybe…Thanksgiving ain’t that bad afterall,” he murmurs, trying to pull her closer. “Maybe I’ve still got a lot to be thankful for,” he hums, peppering her face with kisses. “The most beautiful, wonderful, smart, badass girl I’ve ever met. My Y/n/n…”
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Drabble request by anon: Hi there! Heard that your drabble requests were open so I had to stop by. Fluffy one with Dean and "I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses"? as a prompt. What do you think? Love your work! <3
Word Count: 1114
Warnings: Wine and cute puppies
Version en Español: Déjate Llevar
“How wasted are you?”
“Sam! You’re here!” You threw your arms around him, nearly punching him in the face in the process. “What a surprise! I didn’t know you were coming over!”
He patted you on the back slowly. “You are so wasted. You texted me half an hour ago telling me to get Dean and get our asses over here.”
“Dean?! He’s here too?” Straining to see out the open door, you would have fallen over if not for Sam catching you.
With him holding you up, you felt his chuckle rumble from his chest. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”
Once both Winchesters were in your house, Dean started making you food and Sam was poking his nose all around your living room and kitchen. Even completely sober, having your two best friends here would make you happy. But as drunk as you were, you were completely over the moon and in disbelief that a girl could get as lucky as you.
“Mmm, that smells gooood.” You sidled up to Dean, misjudging the distance and tripping into him. Luckily, you didn’t burn yourself on the stove. “I need to get me one of you. Someone to cook for me and clean for me and—” you gasped in excitement. “You can be number eleven on my new list!”
“What list?” He carefully steered you over to a kitchen chair and pushed your shoulders until you sat down.
“This one?” Sam came back into the kitchen holding the list you’d been making earlier tonight. Then your glass of wine turned into a whole bottle and, well, here you were.
“That one!”
Sam looked at the paper and the corner of his lip curved up. “Number eleven you said?”
“What’s number eleven?” Dean snatched the paper from Sam. “Kisses?”
“Yeah! You see, at work today some… some…” Your inebriated brain was not able to find the right word, so you just waved your hand. The Winchesters would understand. “Some person came and talked to us about how we need to get the most from our lives and do what we want and get what we want so I made a list of what I should have and I realized that I’m too pretty and smart and funny to not have someone to kiss me every day. I need hugs and kisses every day!”
Sam just raised an eyebrow at your explanation and started at the beginning of the list. “Number one: Jaguar.”
“I need that car. I deserve that car.” It was just a fact.
“Number two: Dogs.”
A squeal of excitement escaped your lips and you started crying. “Puppies! They’re so damn cute with their eyes and paws and bark! Bark! Woof! And the big dogs are soooo precious! Woof! Boof! I need dogs!”
Neither Winchester seemed to know what to do with a drunk woman sobbing over how adorable dogs were in her kitchen. Sam looked at Dean. “You ever see her this drunk before?”
“No. She’s gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow.”
*****
They were right. Your hangover was killing you, but not quite as bad as the memories that came trickling in.
Had you really told Dean he should kiss you every day?
Oh, God, how embarrassing.
All throughout the morning as you showered, dressed, and made breakfast, you couldn’t forget that embarrassment.
“Note to self,” you mumbled as you wrestled with your hair. “Hide phone before getting the wine out.”
When you were ready for the day, you grabbed your shopping list, but noticed Dean’s jacket on the back of your sofa. Oh boy. Giving that back to him was going to be so embarrassing. Seeing him at all after last night would be torture. What he must think of you now. You weren’t supposed to share that list with anyone much less explain everything on it.
Well, you thought to yourself as you grabbed the jacket and headed for the door, best to get this over with.
You made the twenty-minute drive to the Bunker and took a deep breath before getting out of your car and walking to the front door. It took you a good minute to get the courage to actually knock. What if Dean answered the door? What would you do then? Maybe you should just—
“Y/N?” Sam opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
Lifting the hand that held Dean’s jacket, you gave him a tight smile and you were sure your cheeks were bright red. “Dean left this last night. Thought I’d bring it back before the embarrassment completely killed me.”
His relaxed laugh made you feel slightly better. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was a really entertaining night for both of us.”
“Yeah, well, you weren’t the one who was crying over dogs and making a goal to find someone to kiss you every day.”
Sam tossed his arm around your shoulder and guided you down the stairs. “We’ve all been there. Different things, but still embarrassing. It helps to just roll with it.”
“Roll with it? I basically told Dean to come be my housewife.”
He shrugged again, a secret smile toying with his mouth. “So? Just roll with it. He’s just in his room.”
Sam left you and went into the kitchen. The rest of the way to Dean’s room, you were talking yourself up. Roll with it.
A knock on his door and his low, “Come in,” pushed you past the point of no return. Upon seeing you walk in, Dean sat up fully on his bed. “What are you doing here so early?”
Roll with it.
“I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.” Your smile, while not completely relaxed, wasn’t quite as forced as you would have thought. Dean chuckled and any tension you had left in your body disappeared. You lifted up the jacket again. “Actually, you left this at my place last night.”
He swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up, slowly strolling towards you. “Thanks for bringing it back.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for making me dinner last night.”
Dean reached out and grabbed the jacket from you, his fingers brushing yours and sending a spark up your arm. “You were right, by the way.”
“About what?” Please be about how dogs are so cute. Please be about the dogs.
Instead, your heart completely stopped when his other hand came up to trail down your cheek. “A girl like you deserves someone to kiss her every day.”
Roll with it.
“You offering?”
His answer came in the form of his lips on yours. Looks like you just found someone to cross off number eleven on your list.
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Pairings: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.
Warnings will be added to each chapter!
***Jensen’s kids will be renamed due to respectfulness, & Daneel is in the story as his ex but in no way do I want to cause harm or disrespect her as a person***
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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What’s an Omega?
Character: Dean x Reader  Author: Dean-imagine-reblogs Word Count: 7000-ish (it’s very long but it’s complete!)  Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair Colour B/S = Body Shape Y/H = Your Height O/H/C = Other Hair Colour Y/A=Your Age  “”=speaking  ‘’=thinking
A/N: I hope you enjoy it, there is some s*x/smut in it. This story changes between your and dean’s POV. 
If you want to know more about the A/B/O genre then follow the link (Seems that spn is the start of this fanlore haha kind of funny to find out about it  ) https://fanlore.org/wiki/Alpha/Beta/Omega
  Enjoy and leave a comment!     Masterlist   ------------   *Y/N POV* You had been taking the pill since before you came here. Luckily you had just picked up two new packets of the pill from the pharmacy before you arrived here, in the SPN world. So you've been here for…maybe six months? You're still trying to find a way to get you home, but specifically to the right dimension.   In the meantime Dean and Sam had finally excepted where you were from and that you "knew" them but they didn't know you. It is a weird environment to be in! But they were getting more and more used to you… but so were you. They weren't the same as in the show. It w­as the small things like… Sam actually liked junk food and Dean didn't really love pie. You know the little things.   Anyway you were busy with research while the guys were getting ready for a new case on.   Before they left Dean came up to you with a cellphone. "If anything happens, call us immediately. If we don't pick up then leave a message. If you need someone immediately then call Garth, he'll help you." Dean said with his serious face. You just smiled. "Don't worry I'm staying here at the bunker, doing some research. Just be careful, okay?" He turned around and walked towards the exit. "Dean?" "Yeah, yeah. We've been doing this our whole lives you know." He said turning around to face you, you pulled a face and said. "Stop being a smartass and just tell me you'll watch out." He raised his eyebrow a bit. "Yeah, yeah." He said as he turned back to the door. You caught a glimmer of a faint smile as he closed it behind him. You just chuckled and went back to the library to continue your research.
  It had been 3 days since they left and you were going crazy with all this research with only dead-ends. It was discouraging but back to your pill ‘problem’.   You've continued to take them since you got here but two days before the guys left you ran out. So you thought ‘oh well’ and decided just to let the blood-bath hit you while the guys were gone.   On the second day you started to get really bad cramps. Which wasn't weird but you've never had them this bad before. On the third day it seemed like you were getting a fever and to your surprise, there was no blood-bath, just the horrible cramps and slick. Which again, you found weird.   By the fourth day you were in pure agony. The cramps were getting unbearable and your fever was rising. You decided to stay in your bed for the day with enough painkillers to make you pass out. Unfortunately, of course, you were nearly out of painkillers.   At the end of the fourth day you decided to call Dean, finding it to annoying to type a message.   “Hello?” you heard Dean’s rough voice. Why did you find him sound so sexy at the moment? “Dean? It's Y/N.” “Wow, have you been drinking? You sound a bit…rough?” Dean asked but you didn't respond. It was as if when Dean spoke the cramps got worse.   “Y/N, are you okay?” Dean asked. "Yeah I'm okay but I think I'm getting the flu, could you pick up some pain killers on your way back?" You though you could hear a sigh of relief? "Sure, we'll be there in two days. Think you can last until then?" “Asif I've got a choice.” You said with a soft chuckle. How you could laugh in a situation like this was beyond you. “We'll be there as soon as we ca-” you cut him off “Don't, like I said before be careful and I'll see you soon.” You could hear him chuckle. “Yeah, yeah.” and you hung up.   You put on your oversized sleeping shirt and got into bed after taking like 7 painkillers. Which is not the advised dose but you are feeling like you are dying and just want the lights to go out for a couple of hours.   When you woke up the pain was even worse, if that was even possible. The cramps were coming in heavy waves, you were feeling abnormally hot and your vision was blurry.   After a while you realized that were fading in and out of consciousness and that you were moaning. You don't know how long you've been lying there but every so often you could hear a sound, your cellphone. Every time you tried to move towards it, you either moaned out in those horrible cramps or blacked out again. It didn't take long either for you to feel something wet on your face, only to realize you were crying.   After what you think were another couple of hours, you could hear some rushed noises and your door slamming open. You felt like you were hit by a wall, a relieving wall, that made you moan again. One figure just stood there and then another figure showed up. You didn't hear what they were saying and you didn't care since you were preoccupied by a massive wave of cramps anyway.     *Dean's POV* We’re on the road, heading back towards the bunker. We had finished the job earlier than expected, plus I wanted to get back to Y/N. She hasn't text me back, which for some reason caused the alpha inside me started to get protective.   It had been a quiet ride back. We were nearly home when Sam turned the music off. “What do you think you are doing?”   “What’s the deal between you and Y/N?” He said, ignoring me. “What are you talking about? There is nothing ‘between’ me and her.” Sam started to laugh. “You’re joking, right?” “No.” “Dude, you are totally falling for her.” “Am not.” “Uhm, yes you are.” “Shut up.” ‘Just drop it Sammy, I don’t want to talk about it.’   It was dead silent in the car and even now I could hear his silent bitchin. He won’t let this go, I looked at him and he was staring back at me in his bitchin, judging manner. I looked at the road again and speeded up. I wanted to get out of this car as soon as possible. “You know what, you keep out of my love life and I’ll keep out of yours.” “Love life huh?” He said in a smug way. I love my brother but right now I want to kill him for his bitchin, I swear. “I don’t need to explain anything to you.”   ---   I called her several times on the ride here but she hadn’t answered. This didn’t feel right, there was something wrong. I jumped out of the car and ran inside to check on her.   I ran into the library and kitchen but she wasn’t there. “Y/N?” She didn’t respond either. “Where is she?” I mumbled to myself. “I don’t know but… do you smell that?” Sam asked. He was right there was a smell, very faint, a sweet scent.   I ran towards the stairs, going to the bedrooms. The smell was getting stronger, I opened her bedroom door and there she was. In bed, crying and in heat. Her scent was so strong, so intoxicating… it can’t be.   “Omg, Y/N?” I faintly heard Sam say.   She started to moan. I could feel my chest rise and hurt. I was ready to march towards her when I realized Sam had his hand on my chest and was holding me back. Making me growl in responds, Sam needed to back off.   "Stop" Sam said, I didn’t take my eyes off her. "She asked for pain killers." Sam said. “So?” I said in an annoyed grunt, jaw clenched, fixated on Y/N. "She doesn't know."   He was right but I just couldn't think straight. Her scent was so strong, it was obviously her first heat! “Dean, go.” he pulled me at my arm, closing the door. "Now.” It was only then that I really saw Sam, he was also having a hard time too. He was right, we had to go. 
---   “Dean, what are we going to do?” I looked at Sam but I didn’t have an answer either, not really. "I don’t know man but we can't leave her there, you saw her." I said rubbing into my eyes.   “Well, what are we supposed to do then?! Nearly everybody we know are alpha’s except for Charlie but she's somewhere chasing flying monkeys, Jody is unreachable and we can't go in there. I am not going in there and especially you cannot go in there!” I felt attacked by Sam, saying I couldn't see Y/N but he was right. “This is not good.” I said as I pinch the bridge of my nose. It was silent for a moment.   “We can leave her? I'm sure she'll pull through.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “No, no way.” I looked at Sammy. “What are we supposed to do then, Dean?” He raised his voice and hands in question.   I thought for a moment. “Well I know one thing for damn sure and that’s that I’m not just leaving her like that to 'sick it out'! C’mon Sammy, like you said, she thinks this is the flu for god’s sake. She doesn't know what’s happening and this could last another week!”   “Whatever Dean but besides that… I just can’t believe she's an omega. How did we miss that?” Sam finished quietly. Sammy was right. To be honest, I was just as surprised as him, omegas are rare. Usually an alpha would end up with a feminine Beta just because of the lack of omega’s.   I could see Sam thinking again. “What?” He looked a bit doubtful but said it anyway. “Well… this isn’t going away anytime soon and since her heat started already, suppressants won’t work anymore so… you should knot her.”   “What?!” I did NOT hear that right.   “Knot her.” I now just snorted at that. “Yeah right.” And looked away. “Why not Dean?” I looked back at him. “Why not? Are you friggin kidding me?!” I can’t believe he was seriously asking me that. “You like her, don't you? I've seen the way you've looked at her for the last 4 months.” I can’t believe this.   “Dude I'm not gonna knot some girl who doesn't even know that's she's a friggin omega. Hell, I bet ya she doesn't even know what it is or means” “But-” He was just not gonna let this go! “No! I'm not gonna knot her because… the way she is now I might end up mating her, without her consent.”   Sam fell silent at that. He was a good brother but he just didn’t understand it. Alpha senses are very different when it came to omega’s, at least compared to beta’s like Sam.   “So the answer is no and that's final.” Sam got this look, I could feel the alpha in me rise. “And neither are you!” Sam raised his hand in defense. “Dude I'm not going down there until her heat is over. I’ll be honest even as a beta, I won't be able to handle an omegas first heat. I barely got away from there to begin with.”   I let my hand slide over my face again, this was so not good.   I then got sick of waiting around. I went to the bags and took the painkillers. I made my way towards the door that leads to all our bedrooms.   “What are you doing?!” I could hear the fear in Sam’s voice. “I’m going down there and don't you dare to follow me. Keep your phone with you, I might call you with a list of stuff that you might have to get.” As I closed the door I could hear Sammy say. “Doesn’t love her, huh?”   I quickly dashed downstairs and into my room. I went through the drawers and found my suppressants shots. Lucky me, I had been in rut just a week ago so the suppressant should have a better effect on me now that I’m ‘normal’. I took two shots just to be sure and sat there in my room for a couple of minutes to let’s effect work.   ‘She didn’t look well, I need to get close to her.’ I looked at my watch, it’s been 20 minutes since I saw her. “I'm not going to leave her.” I tell myself as I exit my room.   As I walk down the hallway I can smell her scent, it smells like heaven. ‘And it could be mine’ I stopped himself. I should have waited longer for the suppressant to have worked. ‘What am I even doing? Why won’t I just leave her?’ Unfortunately the answer to that was quite simple. Sammy was right.   In the beginning I didn't like Y/N, she knew too much but as time passed she turned out to be really awesome and sweet. I actually started to appreciate her more and recently I caught myself thinking about stuff and wondering what Y/N’s opinion would be.   To be honest, that scared the crap out of me.   But on another subject, I don’t understand why this is happening now. Why hadn't I smelled it on her before? I didn’t even know she was an omega and I was the alpha in this home. How did I not notice?   I collected my thoughts again and continued my way to Y/N's bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Her scent hit me again like a giant brick wall.   She was lying on the bed, cramped up and moaning which must be because of my alpha scent. I looked at her face, her eyes screwed shut and crying.   She was crying.   I could feel my chest raising and my shoulders broadening in a defensive manner. I had to calm myself down again. After a minute I set a first step into the room, I took another step and another and another. I looked at Y/N, she looked flushed and out of breath. She opened her eyes, looking at me with her hazed E/C eyes.   “Dean?” she asked in a pleading manner and it took everything in me not to respond to the alpha within. “Dean, I don't know how I got sick.” Tears rolling down her cheek and her hands grasping onto her stomach. “I’m sorry.” She begged for help.   She did not beg for me or an alpha and in a very far corner in my mind that pissed off the alpha in me because this meant that she was not begging for me to breed her. But as I heard her crying, I could feel something break inside me. She genuinely didn't know what this was and instead of a typical heat breading scent, she let out a scared and confused one which made it an easier for me to suppress the instinctive alpha inside me.   “Dean?” I went over to her and cautiously sat on the bed next to her. She then really started to moan, her body going into shocks because of the cramps.   What happened next, I didn't want to but I had to. I started to get nervous, I hadn’t done that in a long time, I used my alpha voice to make her listen. “Y/N, stop shaking.” Her body stopped shaking. “Sit up.” and she did, slowly but still. “Look at me.” and she looked at me and I looked straight into her eyes. She looked in pain and confused.   “Dean?” she moaned. I swallowed at that, forcing myself not to imagine hearing her say my name like that as I would knot her. I desperately pushed that thought away. “Yes?” “Do you know what's going on with me?” Her eyes begging me, nearly hypnotizing, I couldn’t lie. “Yes.” “Can you help me, Dean?” I swallowed even harder at that one and couldn’t suppress a growl. Y/N moaned at that. This was not going well, I have to take care of her and quick before I have to run out of this room again. “I’m going to help you get through this and when you're better I'll let you decide.” She nodded her head in agreement.   I put my hand on her forehead, she was having a serious fever, even for an omega in heat. I grabbed her shoulders to guide her to the shower but she blacked out. “Y/N? Y/N?!” I lightly tapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up but it didn’t work. “Damnit!” I was starting to get panicked, this was not good. I pulled the sheet off of her being hit with another wave of her scent. She wasn't wearing any pants, only her panties, which were soaked through with her slick.   I clenched my jaw and took her bridal-style into the bathrooms and put her into the bath and let the water run. Hopefully this would lower her body temperature.   I took my cellphone and called Sammy, he picked up very quickly. “How are you doing?” “Awesome.” I answered sarcastically. “That bad, huh?” He said and he has no idea. Let’s just say that I’m glad I had the 2 suppressants. “I need you to get some stuff.” I said as I cupped some water with my hand and rinsed it over Y/N’s face. “Sure”   I was glad Sam didn’t make a fuss about the list. The only annoying question he asked was how I knew what exact stuff I needed. I didn’t even respond to that. “Just hurry up Sam.” I barked at him, right my patience was running thin. This was about the wellbeing of my ome- I mean Y/N.   I took the hose and let the water run over her body. After, I think, 45min her fever finally started to drop a bit.   After a while Sam quickly brought the supplies and after the shower I dried Y/N off. She was still warm but that was normal. I carried her to the bed but every time I wanted to leave She’d moan out in pain again. So I decided to give her some medicine and lie next to her in bed. It didn’t take long for her to crawl against me.   I’ve been on edge ever since I got in this room, not knowing how I would react to an omega and having her lie on my chest soothed her but it also soothed me. As she took hold of my shirt, with her head lying on my chest, occasionally moaning, her breath becoming more regular as I stroked her hair and she fell asleep.   I felt proude for having soothed her, it’s something I hadn’t felt in a long time. For now I let her sleep, I intended on going and having some sleep myself but it felt wrong so I stayed and watched over her for now.   --   This continued for a couple of days. Sam brought supplies and Y/N was in and out of consciousness. Every time I wanted to leave I just couldn’t, my instinct wouldn’t let me, I felt to protective of her. So during these days, the only times I left was when I absolutely had to for hygiene, food or drinks.   I felt Y/N stir under my touch. I then felt her body language change into surprise, shock. She suddenly shot up, I held her arms so she wouldn’t fall of the bed. “Dean? What’s happening?” She asked me confused.   There’s no getting around this anymore. She seems to be clear now and I don’t know how else to explain this. Here it goes, let’s see how she’s going to react.     *Y/N POV*   Dean had given me the explanation and I was trying to sum up the main things.   "So basically my only choice is to lock myself up and go through that pain or to find myself a mate? Because if I don’t find a mate then that means that any random alpha can boss me around." I stated questionably. “Basically, yes.” Dean answered. “And the person has to be an alpha.” I asked skeptical, shaking my head, trying to wrap my head around this weird world.   Dean answered very serious. “You can go for a beta but if you’re unlucky and run into a very dominant alpha, the ruling of the beta won’t stand a chance. An alpha scent quiet surely will keep you safe and will make sure that the other alpha’s don’t bother you because it’ll be clear that you’re already taken.” Dean explained calmly. I didn’t respond, I didn’t know how to. This was just so much bullshit but real information at once.   It was silent for a long time. This is so frustrating, what kind of world creates this crap! It’s like going back to the stone ages with primates and shit but even worse than I ever could imagine… aargh!   “Great. So I've got to mate somebody… and once that is done that person will be my partner… FOREVER and secondly I have to make sure that that person isn’t a total asshole who will intent to use me as some kind of slave because if so I’m simply not able to disobey that person?! And next to that every month and a half or so, instead of bleeding I’m just going to go crazy with pain, cramps, heat and become delusional.” I ranted nearly hysterical towards Dean. I couldn’t figure out his expression as he nodded yes. I then stared at my hands.   I can’t believe this. This is NOT happening to me! I’m not going to be some good little damsel in destress and let all those alpha’s walk over me, I can’t live like that! I then really looked at my hands and saw that they were shaking. I only then noticed that my cheeks were wet and I was having trouble breathing.   I felt a hand on my shoulder and slowly looked up. Dean was so close, I could feel his breath brushing my cheeks and my breath halted at that. Dean then spoke normal but for some reason it seemed so soothing to me, like I was in some kind of trance. “Don’t worry about it. For now you've just had your first heat. That will give you about a month and a half before you have the next. So for now take some rest.” He said as he stroked his thumb across my cheek, whipping the tears away.   Again, why did it feel so soothing when Dean spoke? But besides that, if he was right then I’d have to find a solution within a month. ONE MONTH. Dean let go of my cheek. I groaned at the loss of touch and at the thought of having to go through this all over again.   You’d think a month is long, trust me, it’ll be around the corner before I even freaking know it. My thoughts were then interrupted by Dean. “Besides maybe we'll find a way to get you home and you won’t have to.” He said. ‘God I hope not.’ Before I knew it I’d thought that. I should want to go home. I looked at Dean, looking him straight into his green eyes, feeling a bit sad. “I guess.” Dean gave a small smile and put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair.   He stood up and walked towards the door. “Dean?” He turned around. “hmm” “Thank you, ya know… for being here.” He didn’t say anything he just gave me a soft smile and nod and left the room.     *1,5 months later* Sam left on a hunt with Garth and Dean just came back from a hunt with Jody.   “You’re in heat again.” He stated, dropping his bag on the table. “Why hello there Dean, nice to see you too. How was your day?” I said overfriendly and sarcastic. He just snorted at that, which in return made me sigh. “Is it that obvious?” I asked softly.   “Well your scent is getting pretty strong.” He said, taking his guns out of his bag and putting them on the table. I put my book aside. “This is ridiculous, I didn’t have any cramps or feel heated until you walked in.” I moaned annoyed.   It was very faint but I could hear Dean mumble. “There will be more where that came from.” It seriously pissed me off. “This isn't funny Dean!” He gave an annoyed sigh himself. “Oh believe me, I’m not laughing and if you can’t handle it then lock yourself up like the other omega’s!” His annoyance being very clear and it made me feel attacked.   Against my feelings, which said that I shouldn’t speak against him, I carefully mumbled. “I don’t want to.” My mumble with a hint of shame. I could feel the tension in the air and hear Dean get really agitated as he made a heavy annoyed sigh. When he spoke, it made me flinch. “Well then you should have found yourself an alpha. I warned you this was going to happen.” Tears started to form in my eyes as he said that and I looked at the door that went downstairs.   I had to swallow at the thought of it, I couldn’t help it. I didn't want this. I didn't want to be locked up and be in pain for a week maybe even two. Dean had given me some magazines that explained this stuff and I bought myself some toys but I read online that even that wasn’t really satisfying and could be ineffective… even though the dildo’s were huge at the tip.   So conclusion was that even with the toys, I would still be out of it and in pain for like a week. Dean was right, I still didn’t have an alpha. I hadn’t even really tried. I didn’t want to be mated for life to some guy that I’d met and know for barely 3 weeks. This was only my second heat! I guess I just had to suck it up and get my toys…   “You’re right. I’ll go down in a minute.” I said, not looking away from the door as I felt tears falling down my cheeks again.     *Dean's POV* I looked at Y/N as she said that and saw the tears falling down her cheek. I’m such an idiot. This is just her second heat. It’s just, her scent drives me crazy. Right now I lose my temper so easily around her but seeing her cry, I just can’t take it to see her like that. Before I even realized what I said, I had already spoken it out loud.   “I'm an alpha” I said, looking at her and getting my hopes up… what the HELL am I saying?!   It took her a little while before she even looked at me and when she did I saw her giving me a sad smile. “Why doesn't that surprise me?” She answered.   It stayed silent for a little while. Y/N continued to stare at the door, I looked at my bag and took out a few things and laid them onto the table. The silence was killing me, so I started to babble on. “We could… you know.” I’m not even sure if she’d heard me. When I look up I see her looking back at me but instead of laughing or cringing like I expected her to, she gave me this sad smile.   “I don't want to ask that from you.” I felt my alpha pride being offended. “Why not?” Even I could hear the offence in my voice. I could see her flinch at my tone of voice. She hesitantly answered. “Uhm I don’t know about you but I thought we were talking about ‘mating’ not ‘knotting’.” I looked at her confused. “Yeah, I know what we were talking about.” I said seriously.   She slightly turned her head in disbelieve, still looking at me. “Mating.” She said again articulating it very clearly. “Yeah, I get that.” I said. “Do you?” I couldn’t help myself and started to laugh. “Yes, I understand the meaning of mating Y/N.” I raised one eyebrow, she looked unsure and scared at my proposal. I don’t get it. “I’d thought you’d jump at an opportunity like this.” I said carefully, not daring to make a sudden move.   It stayed silent for a while. I could actually see the gears turning in her head. I didn’t dare disturb her. I was surprised at myself for suggesting it but now that the cat was out of the box, I didn’t care anymore. And deep down I finally realized I actually loved her. I had actually know since the first time I smelled her scent. Sweetheart, please don’t break my heart.   “We’re friends right?” She said, taking me by surprise. “At least I thinks so… right?” She continued carefully. I nearly cut her off, I responded so fast. “We are.” I couldn’t help but look her in the eyes. She didn’t look away and it had turned into a quite intense stare. After a while I broke the ice “So what’s the problem?”   She sighed. “Because in my eyes you are amazing and you deserve better than some ‘friend’ from another dimension who wants to ‘solve this problem’ in order for her to behave ‘normal’.” She started to fiddle with her hands, staring at them. “You should be with an omega that you actually want to be with.”   Her word were kind and yet hurtful at the same time. She was looking towards the floor. I walked towards her and with every step I moved closer I could feel her become tenser, her scent becoming stronger, her breath heavier. As for me, I didn’t notice anything else in the room, it was only her. It annoyed me that she didn’t look at me. I gently held her chin and guided it so that she couldn’t avoid my gaze any longer.   It also became clear to me that Y/N didn’t recognize the effect my scent had on her but seeing her react to my touch, sound etc. it was obvious, she was my mate and I was hers. Just because of her lack of experience she didn’t notice. I’d have to make it clear to her in another way.   “First of all.” I took a step closer. “I decide whether or not you're good enough for me and if I didn't like you then I wouldn't have said I was an alpha or suggested this in the first place.” She seemed speechless at the moment, her cheeks flushed, I couldn’t help but tease her a little bit. “And besides we’ll only be stuck to each other for a little while, literally.” I said while smirking.   “Literally?” She asked almost shocked. I can’t believe this and started to get annoyed again. “Didn’t you look any of this up?” I asked annoyed and she flinched but to my own arousal and surprise she bite back. “I’ve been a bit busy!” She said pointing at the stacks of books and paperwork scattered over the two tables. Which were mainly researches for me and Sam’s cases and also some lore about getting her home. ‘Hn, feisty omega.’ I looked from her to the table, back and forth and noticed certain books about dimensions and time travel.   ‘Home, her home.’ I felt my gut falling, she’s been searching for a way home so even if I’ve found my mate there is still a chance she’ll leave me. That would be just my luck. Even the thought of it already hurt worse than hell. Having found not just an omega but my true mate and from another dimension none other the less and then this might happen.   I looked at her and she seemed to still wait for an answer. “Yeah I guess.” I answered carefully. Y/N stayed quiet for a bit until I heard her whisper something. “What?” I asked. She looked up at me with her bright E/C eyes. “Does that mean you like me? Even just a little bit.” She asked shyly. I couldn’t help but let out an aroused grunt. “Yes.”   There was another long silence, her scent became stronger, as I held my breath. She then carefully spoke again. “Are you sure? I don’t want this to get weird between us.” Her scent was getting stronger and stronger by the second. I briefly closed my eyes, focused and then looked straight into her eyes without a doubt in my mind. “Yes, I’m sure.” Not realizing I was using my alpha voice to reassure her. I could see and feel the tension leave her and she smiled at me as I gave her a small smile back.   I took a step back before I would completely lose control. “You go ahead downstairs. I’ll have a quick shower, by then you should have reached your peak, it will be more effective then.” I explained. She nodded and started to walk towards the door when I thought of something. “You have been taking the anti-conception shots, right?” I asked concerned. She turned around and was blown away by the confident, cheeky smile and tone she responded with. “Yes, why? Afraid you’ll get me pregnant?” She giggled in a nearly sadistic and daring way. I don’t even think I’d have to wait too long to reach my peak. The way she is right now, I could take her on the spot. ‘MY omega.’   ----   *Y/N POV*   I followed dean’s instructions, thinking about him, his scent still hung around me. I only got warmer and warmer, the cramps came again in stronger waves. It’s as if the further away dean was the worse I got. I went into my room, laid down on the bed and waited for dean as I held my stomach in pain.   It was odd, before, Dean’s words had soothed me and I couldn’t wind my mind around the fact that Dean would be my mate. I’m going to have sex with Dean Winchester and not ‘normal’ sex either. I started to get nervous, feeling like some kind of virgin, because I didn’t know what to expect really. I’d never done it as an omega. I was never so out of it, horney, warm and desperate like I was now.   I had closed my eyes and couldn’t keep my breathing under control, the cramps felt unbearable. I heard someone moaning only to realize that it was me. It then became dark, I didn’t notice anything until I felt a hand on my arm, the hand feeling intense warm on my skin.   “Dean?” I moaned and was met with lips touching mine. I tried to slowly opened my eyes but they felt so heavy, I could only open them half way. I saw dean, flushed as well with a wild look in his eyes. There was this smell around him, it must have been his scent. It was so strong, it felt like a soothing, numbing fog. He let out a heavy like animal grunt. I stopped overthinking it.   I let my hand go over his chest, he didn’t have a shirt on. It was so hot and electrifying. My other hand went to the back of his neck as his hands went to my lower back, pulling us closer together, feeling him rubbing against me.   Dean’s lips hungrily and rough went from my mouth to my jawline and going over my neck. Biting at it but not breaking skin. He pulled back and I let out a frustrated moan and let out a grunt in response. “My omega.” He said as he took off all his clothes. “Dean” I moaned as his scent became stronger and he helped me take off my clothes.   We were now completely naked, with me pinned down under him. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down over my head, he kissed and nibbled my neck as he said with his rough voice. “I’m your alpha” As he said the word ‘alpha’ he slightly bit my skin, making me gasp out. Feeling myself become slick, trying to rub my thighs to stop the throbbing but dean stopped me.   Dean bit my skin again and I moaned out. “Dean” He bit again but harder. I let out a gasp and moaned again. “Alpha…” He licked this time and then bite again. “my alpha” I moaned. He bit harder, nearly drawing blood and let out another animal like moan. His manhood throbbing against my lower body, twitching. I let out an even louder moan. Indicating that I wanted more, I needed more and I needed it now. “Alpha!”   You quickly felt yourself being filled. You let out moans as dean whispered in your ear. “My omega” “Good omega” “Mine” “Breed” “I’m going to knot you” “Mine” “My omega” over and over again.   As he whispered his pace got faster until he was really pounding into you. With every thrust you let out a moan of pleasure and want. He let go of your wrists and immediately your hands went to the back of his shoulders, clawing into them. Receiving a heavy grunt from Dean.   You had no idea how long Dean had been pounding into you or how long you had been clawing at his back, moaning for him. He seemed to get close, he suddenly pulled out of you. Before you could complain he had turned you around, face down, lifted up your backside and filled you up again. Going at a merciless pounding speed. Making you literally cry out of bliss as Dean kept going and kissed your back.   You felt him getting bigger inside you, feeling him throb, knowing he was close you started calling for him. “Alpha, fill me. Make me whole.�� Dean started having difficulty moving inside you. “Omega. Knotting you. Fill you up. My Omega.” Dean pushed inside you as far as he could, feeling yourself being filled to the max by his knot and Dean letting out a big grunt as he filled you up with his semen. You went over the edge as he bit your neck but not like the previous times, he bit deep, drawing blood.   Your entire body shook, overloaded with sensations. It felt like forever that you were being filled up by him and with his teeth still sinking into your shoulder. Your suddenly felt weak, heavy, like a rage doll. You felt Dean letting go of your shoulder and nuzzling your neck, whispering all kinds of things. He was still inside you when he carefully turned you two to the side and held you tight in his arms. He kissed and licked your bite mark as you fell asleep satisfied.   Half hour later you woke up and you were still connected to Dean. He quickly explained and made some smartass comments.   “You are pretty awesome, for an alien.” Dean said snorting the last bit. I playfully slapped him and offendedly answered. “Says the guy biting my neck like a vampire and having his dick stuck inside me while pumping me full with… his semen.” Just saying it out loud made my cheeks heat up while moaning it out and having it throb down below. Dean automatically responded by growling and biting my neck once more, again drawing blood. Making me yelp in surprise, feeling him tense and fill me up once more.   We stayed like that for a while until dean let go of my neck. I let myself go limp in his embrace but I still wondered. “Dean?” He kissed my neck as he responded “hmmm”.   “I've been wondering, is it always like this here?” He stopped kissing me “What do you mean?” I could feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “I-I mean is the sex always so intense and… good.” He stayed silent for a minute and then answered. “No.” I tensed, did I just embarrass myself, am I the onl- “That only happens with mates, my omega” he growled, nibbling and kissing your neck. “You were amazing.” You felt such relief and aroused hearing that.   “I’ve been wondering” Dean asked and you hummed in acknowledgment. “How does it go at your place then? Don’t you people knot or something?” You started to giggle a bit, thinking about the situation you are in and answered. “No, dicks don't usually swell up until they get themselves stuck inside someone.” You could just feel him rolling his eyes and you continued. “And no, there are no alpha’s, betas or omegas.” It then became quiet and you looked over your shoulder at Dean. He looked in thought before asking. “But how do you know if you've found your mate?” You smirked and gave him a light peck on the lips. “We don't, we need to work hard for our relationships and hope that the person you love is truly your other half. Only time will tell.” You saw Dean thinking as he nodded in understanding.   It only then occurred to you what he had actually said and asked. You to turn around to look at him as best as you could without hurting each other since you were still stuck together. “Wait a second! Do alpha’s or omega’s know who their true partner or mate is?” Your surprise clearly noticeable in your voice.   “Well it’s different for everybody but you can usually smell it from there scent.” You looked at him surprised as his answer dawned on you. Your eyes grew wide and you started to mumble without real words coming out. Dean sighed. “I smelled it. The first time you went into heat.” You were still surprised as Dean knowingly smirked and gloated over you. “Me?” You asked the obvious. He nodded at first and then shook his head. “You didn’t notice a thing did you.” He said and slightly raised his eyebrow as if he wanted to say ‘you idiot’.   “I-I-I didn’t know. I-I just always thought you smelled good.” He grabbed your chin and kissed you passionately. When we were both out of breath, we looked at each other. “My alpha” You moaned “My omega.”   “Stay with me.” Dean asked you, his voice sounding like a plea. Without a doubt in your mind. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here with Dean. “I’m not going anywhere.” You stroke his scruffy cheek, him leaning into your hand.   “But do you even like me?” You teased him. “Obviously” he mumbled into your hand while rolling his eyes. ”Obviously? As if you’re captain-obvious about stuff like this.” You laughed. He pulls you closer and whispered in your ear. “Let me put it this way. Even if you had my mating scent, I wouldn’t have agreed to mating you if I didn’t love you. Unlike some people in this relationship, I know the extent and meaning of mating.” He ended trying to tease you. But you were just smiling from ear to ear which made Dean confused.   You gave him a peck on the mouth and said teasingly. “You said you love me.” He was surprised himself and had a ‘busted’ look on his face. He pulls you closer, holding you tight while teasing you down below, making you moan as roughly groaned into your ear. “Shut up and let me love you.”
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Dream A Little Dream Part 1 Of 2
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Words: 3541
Warnings: Smut, Dreaming Smut, Swearing.... Think that’s it
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Unnamed Witch
Summery: You and Dean are cursed by a witch, but what is the curse? Will the two of you be able to ignore the impulses which the curse triggers for both of you? Or will you submit? 
A/N: Thank you to my gorgeous girlies for their help :) @negans-lucille-tblr @deanwanddamons
(Part 2 Here!)
Well, it was safe to say your first hunt in a while without Sam hadn’t gone well for you and Dean. Why was it always witches? If you had learned anything in your time of being with the Winchesters, it was that the pair of you should’ve known better than to let the witch get the upper hand. She’d managed to distract you and Dean long enough to throw something at you. Whatever it was, it was like some sort of glittery flour crap. 
The pair of you had been coughing so hard that she had managed to throw more of it, meaning that you’d both been hit now. Dean fired off just in time, he had managed to clock her right between the eyes. Luckily, Dean was always a perfect shot. The body dropped to the floor with a loud thud, which you didn’t have time to fully appreciate considering you had been struggling to breathe since the moment she’d thrown the first bag and Dean had to practically push you out the door. 
“Fucking witches,” you wheeze under your breath, chest a little tight as you slowly but surely walk back to the impala with Dean trailing slightly behind you. 
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Dean grumbles in reply, smacking at his clothes trying to rid himself of the white crap currently coating them but to no avail.
You stumble back a little when you try to open the door of the impala and you quickly realise Dean hasn’t unlocked the car.  But you realise a little too late, while falling backwards into Dean and almost taking him out too. 
“Sorry, just a little dizzy.” 
“S’Okay sweetheart, let’s get back to the bunker get this shit off of us,” Dean replies unlocking the car, holding the door open for you. You sigh with a tired smile slipping into the car, quickly closing the door behind you, knowing you’re probably gonna have to help him clean it all up later. 
You feel the impala shift and dip slightly as Dean climbs in the driver’s side. You turn to look at him then and frown in thought. “You think we should head back to the motel for a bit and rest up? You look almost as tired as I feel.” 
Dean yawns before he can even speak and you huff out a tired laugh. Dean starts the engine without another word on the subject, you can practically feel the land of nod calling your name as he pulls away from the house. 
“S’Not far, right?” Dean slurs after a few minutes, reluctantly you crack your eyes open looking at the road ahead and shake your head. 
“No. Not far, next right,” you mumble rubbing at your eyes forcing yourself to stay awake.
You’re not even sure how the hell you’d even made it back to the motel. Dean had started to nod off at least twice while driving, leaving you to smack him awake. Reaching the door to the room Dean finally manages to get it open. You quickly follow him inside, right as another yawn forces itself from your throat and hurriedly close and lock the door behind the pair of you.
You both stumble into the motel room, practically falling over your own feet. The room is a mess of the two of you kicking off your shoes and tossing off your coats as you sway slightly.
As it is, you just about manage to climb up onto the bed. With Dean taking the bed beside yours you laugh quietly watching as he practically falls face first onto the mattress, looking more akin to the way his brother sleeps; like a damn starfish. You sigh in relief knowing that you’re finally able to let your eyes fall closed. 
The sleep is deep and quickly pulls you under. Your eyes dart around the room, quickly establishing that you’re in the bathroom at the bunker. Your fingers dance across the cold porcelain of the bathtub, you feel a little confused, slightly out of it. But you try not to linger on that thought for too long, as you strip the clothes from your body and turn back to the tub, where you find it now full of steaming water. 
You look around the room in confusion, sure that it hadn’t been that way before. The floral scent hits your senses and you quickly notice the red rose petals floating on the surface, distracting you of your previous thoughts.
It’s like every single hunter's instinct is washed away as you step into the water, the perfect temperature that makes you sigh. It feels so real and yet there’s still something off but you can’t place it. Suddenly you don’t care, the water feels amazing as you lay there, distracted enough that you don’t hear the door close behind someone. 
A deep rumble of a voice distracts you causing water to escape the edges as you jump in surprise. 
“Startin’ without me sweetheart?” 
You look up with wide eyes finding Dean with his arms folded across his chest as he looks down at you. Your arms wrap around your chest as his eyes move across your body, 
“What the hell are you doing in here!?” you demand nervously, shifting the best you can to shield yourself from his wandering eyes.
“Don’t go all shy on me now beautiful,” he smirks starting to strip out of his clothes. Swallowing the lump in your throat you attempt to argue with him but all that comes out is a quiet moan. 
This is a dream right? You can’t be certain, but you’d be lying if you’d said you’d never thought about this. His boxers drop to the floor and you think your throat has closed up, your mouth feels like the Sahara desert as you look up at him in all of his naked glory.
Dean steps closer, gorgeous green eyes darkening as he extends a hand out to you, wordlessly you reach for it. His fingers are slightly rough against your soft ones as he helps you stand from the water. Stepping into the bath behind you Dean pushes your hair over one of your shoulders, his soft yet slightly chapped lips press against the side of your neck, tongue briefly darting out to taste your skin. You allow yourself to relax a little more, head dropping back onto his shoulder, enjoying the way his rough hands move to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across the sensitive nipples.
You can feel Dean’s throbbing cock pressing between your ass cheeks, you can’t resist the urge to roll your hips back against him, pushing your ass even closer to him. Causing a small whimper leaving your lips at the feeling, followed by a throaty chuckle from Dean against your ear. 
“Someone’s keen, huh?” he chuckles as his lips drag across your earlobe teasingly. 
“Dean please,” you practically beg, turning your head to press a kiss to his stubble covered cheek, unable to stop yourself from smiling when he turns to look at you. You grip one of his wrists pulling him away from on your breasts, slowly dragging his hand down your stomach, loving how his skin feels against yours. 
“Didn’t you get enough of me this morning baby girl?” he asks as his hand slips between your legs. Two fingers brushing through your soaked folds, “ugh fuck, clearly not. huh?” he grunts slowly sitting down he drags you back into his lap. 
“Never enough, Dean,” you answer, your reply coming out breathy as his cock pushes through your folds. You gently rock your hips, so that you don’t splash too much water out of the tub. Loving the wet slide of his cock every time it bumps against your clit.
“Such a little fucking tease,” Dean grunts hands gripping the sides of the tub harshly, biting into his lip as he watches you move. 
If this is a dream it’s easily the most intense dream you’ve ever had. 
Dean’s hands move under the water, moving just beneath your thighs. Before you can react he’s lifted you like that, pulling you back against his chest so his thick cock gently presses against your soaked opening. 
“You sure you’re ready for me baby girl?” Dean grunts low in his throat, like he’s holding back as the head of his cock slips inside you. 
“Fuck that’s big,” you gasp quietly in surprise, a surge of heat rolls through your stomach and, god, you’ve never needed someone so bad in your entire life. 
“So fucking tight,” Dean grunts drowning out your whimpering cries.
“Dean, I need your cock inside me, please,” you whine desperately as Dean finally relents, slowly lowering you onto his cock, feeling your pussy flutter around his length with every added inch.
“There’s my dirty little cock slut,” Dean growls low and dangerous in the back of his throat, those last few inches sinking into you hard and fast. He stills allowing you to adjust, bracing your hands on the sides of the tub.
Jesus fucking christ he feels incredible, you’re so full of him, his dirty mouth only spurring you on. When he wraps his hand around your throat, long thick strong fingers digging into your delicate skin. Your pussy clenching around his thick length, as he adjusts his grip slightly, just tight enough to restrict your breathing, so that you can’t help but whimper when he pulls your back against his chest.
“Dean move! Please!” you croak as loudly as you can under his grip. 
He doesn’t reply, his free hand simply moves your legs slightly, resting them on the grab rails on the sides of the bath, spreading your legs open wide for him. The first roll of his hips makes a squeak leave your lips, mouth dropping open in a silent moan. 
The muscles of his thighs tense under your ass as he picks up a brutal pace, fucking up into you rough and so amazing, hitting the perfect spot inside you repeatedly. You quickly start to feel the delicious burn of your building orgasm running through your veins. 
You can feel it, every single time his muscles tighten in his chest and stomach as he holds you tightly against his chest. The way that the muscles in his arms flex and contract with every tightening grip of his fingers around your throat, making you whimper helplessly, voice hoarse and breathy when you moan his name. 
The coil inside you is tightening quickly like the hand currently gripping your throat. 
“So close!” you croak out, voice just barely above a whisper. As the water continues to rock over the edges of the bath with every harsh and brutal thrust of Dean’s hips.
“Not yet,” Dean grits out between thrusts, his free hand moving to your chest tugging harshly at one of your taught nipples, rolling the stiff bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t you fucking dare!” Dean growls out his warning low and rough, as your pussy starts to spasm around his thick length.
You obey like your body was made for him, “Such a good girl for me baby.” 
His praises make your blood sing, heartbeat loud in your ears as his hand slips between your legs. There’s hardly any water in the tub anymore but you’ve never cared less about anything in your life. Two long thick fingers start their assault on your clit and you can’t help but let out a choke gasp of his name. 
“Come,” he whispers against your ear and as soon as that magic word leaves his plump lips your eyes snap open. 
You find yourself in the motel bed, sweating profusely your legs tangled in the covers beneath you. Panties soaked through, fingers still digging into the mattress you gasp for air, rubbing your covers across your brow. Turning your head you find Dean, unable to stop yourself from letting out a needy whine. 
There he was the literal man from your dreams, in a similar state to you, covered in sweat. The sheets and duvet tangled around his body, but his eyes were still closed as he gasped and moaned, hips rolling up into nothing. 
It took every part of you not to throw yourself onto that bed and help him out, but you knew that your own dream had been different than any other. It felt too real.
You practically fell off of the bed, legs trembling as you awkwardly walk over to Dean’s bed. “Dean, you gotta wake up!” you tell him, your voice coming out much quieter than you’d meant it too as you lean over him slightly to shake his shoulder. The second that your hand touched his arm his eyes snap open and his hips still. He’s still panting when he meets your eyes, face coated in sweat. 
Dean’s eyes land on yours as he shifts in the bed, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. His hair is a mess and he’s panting hard and fast. “What’s going on?” Dean asks voice coming out strained and husky. 
“You were kinda-” you trail off nodding to the still very present tent in Dean’s jeans.
Dean looks down at his lap and blushes rolling onto his front again, swallowing hard as he seems to remember something. 
“Let me guess, something else is wrong?” 
“Yeah kind of. Uh, I think it’s got something to do with the witch. Your dream or whatever and mine,” you reply blushing as he looks at your dishevelled appearance.
“Ah, okay,” Dean replies a little awkwardly, finally able to get up from the bed.
“So I was thinking, maybe we should head back to the bunker, see what we can find out?” 
“Yeah and we don’t sleep. Since things might get a little awkward,” Dean states firmly as you grab your duffle from the floor and Dean joins you doing the same. 
“Yeah right. How hard can it be not to sleep?” you reply with an unconvincing laugh. 
Turns out it is very hard to stay awake. Dean has cranked up the volume of the music in the impala, the pair of you actively avoiding each other's gaze. The few times your gazes had met there had been awkward smiles, ending with both of you blushing and looking away. 
“So, your dream, was it intense?” Dean asks suddenly, startling you a little from your daydreaming gazing out of the window.
You look at him and he’s still focused on the road, your eyes can’t help but move down to his lips. “Very...intense,” you reply quietly distracted by the memory, chewing on your lip. When you look back up you meet his darker than usual green eyes. 
“You wanna talk about it?” Dean inquires the low timber in his voice causes you to almost shiver, remembering when he’d pressed those lips to your ear.
Absentmindedly you rub at your throat where you swore you could still feel his thick fingers, quickly you clear it. 
“No. I don’t think I can. Why? Do you wanna talk about it?” you question quietly watching him shift in his seat, actively avoiding your searching gaze. You aren’t sure if your question comes off a little keen towards the end, so you shift your eyes back to your hands in your lap.
“You’re probably right. Maybe not the best idea,” he replies sounding a little defeated. “You think that we need to tell Sammy? So that he can help us figure this out?” 
Dean sounds a little nervous and you are hardly surprised, if how you found him had been any indication then his dream hadn’t been dissimilar to your own. “Probably, but god, I hope not,” you yawn, spotting the bunker a little further up ahead.
The long pause in conversation makes you believe he’s leaving it there, hands flexing around the steering wheel pull your eyes again. Remembering the way that he had wrapped them around your throat as he fucked you within an inch of your life.
“Yeah could get a little awkward,” he replies rubbing at his heavy eyes as the car pulls into the bunker’s garage.
“Why’s that?” you ask as the pair of your climb out of the car heading towards the joining door to the bunker.
“I uh. No reason, just you know. Sam’s my brother and all.” 
“Doesn’t normally bother you,” you reply confused as Dean sighs.
“Look, just drop it. Okay?” Dean grumbles in annoyance, pushing in front of you in search of his brother as you trailed a little behind him. 
“Wow, okay. Cranky pants.” 
Dean rolls his eyes at you. Although you don't see it you know him too well at this point. You both walk into the library, quickly finding Sam reading a stack of books, at least he had been before falling asleep amongst them. Dean looks at his brother trying not to laugh momentarily forgetting why you'd had to come back in such a hurry. Until he feels another wave of exhaustion roll through him, a lot like the one he'd had earlier, just a pinch stronger. 
He grabs Sam's shoulder and shakes gently at first, calling his brothers name. Only receiving a grunt as Sam tries to slap him away. Hearing you laugh behind him he can't help but smile a little. Noticing the drool covering the current book under Sam's face. Shaking a little harder Dean speaks a little louder this time. 
"Yo! Sam! Wipe your face off, man, you look like a freakin' glazed doughnut. That book isn't lookin' much better either," Dean quips, unable to stop the chuckle that leaves his lips, quickly joined by you at his side when Sam finally sits up to acknowledge the pair of you.
Sam looks around a moment, confusion covering his face, rubbing at his eyes he focuses back on you and Dean standing in front of him. "Wait, you two are back early. What the hell’s going on?"
“Yeah sorry sleepy head, we’ve got a problem,” Dean sighs loudly, scrubbing his hand over his face. Dean takes a seat across the table from his brother,  you take the seat beside the younger Winchester. You’re still avoiding Dean's gaze, fully aware of the fact he's barely looked at you either.
Sam’s face changes instantly looking between you and his brother. 
“What’s happened this time?” Before either of you can think of how the hell to explain this, Sam rolls his eyes and speaks again. “Wait, this was a witch hunt right?”
There is no way he knows what’s going on, but all the same you play along with him, not daring a glance over at Dean. 
“Yeah, so?” 
“Dean got himself cursed again, right?” Sam half laughs looking at his brother, earning himself a scowl in return.
“Actually, smart ass, we both did,” Dean practically growls, but it’s quickly interrupted by a yawn. A yawn which is shortly followed by one of your own.
Sam holds up his hands defensively, still smiling slightly as he turns to look at you. 
“What happened?” 
You go on to explain the story to Sam, how the witch had caught the two of you off guard and hit you with some kind of glittery flour crap. You swallow hard, knowing the next part won't roll off the tongue quite as easily. 
“I can’t speak for Dean. However, I’ve been having these dreams and I'm not gonna go into detail but needless to say they’re intense. Everything feels so real, looks so real and I wake up sweating and panting. Right before I get to the…” you trail off towards the end and somehow meet Dean’s eyes.
“Yeah, it stops right before you get to the good part and everything just explodes,” Dean says quietly, his voice dropping to the tone you’d heard in your dream and a shiver unexpectedly rolls across your skin. You watch his Adam’s apple bob, before he licks his lips and your transfixed. 
Until a yawn rips through you again, forcing you to finally look away from Dean, instead you turn to the younger Winchester. 
“Sam are you okay to do a little research into this? Just this thing, it keeps dragging me under, I dunno if I can keep my eyes open any longer.” 
“Yeah go, both of you,” Sam says sternly, levelling his brother with a look when he yawns yet again. “Not sure if I wanna see what happens when you fall asleep Dean,” Sam laughs when Dean kicks him under the table. 
“Right, well I’m not about to turn down that offer. Thank you Sam,” you smile sleepily, kissing his cheek, before forcing yourself to stand from your chair. 
“No problem Y/N, I’ll shout if I find anything,” he calls behind you.
Once your door closes behind you, a sigh of relief falls from your lips. 
“Thank god,” you smile to yourself, glad to be home, quickly stripping down to your thin t-shirt and panties. 
As you climb into bed you hear Dean’s door slam behind him, pretty sure Sam’s said something else to annoy him, you just brush it off. Pulling the covers over yourself you snuggle down into your pillow letting dream Dean find you again.
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she waits for you chapter 4.
word count: 1304
warnings:teeth rotting fluff
a/n: been so busy lately sorry if this is trash. just had a hankering for some dean fluff and wanted to get it out. merry christmas everyone ;)
dean winchester was the missing piece in your life ever since he walked out of it all those years ago, when you were just kids in love. now you were both grown and could actually try to make it work, you would be an idiot to just let it go. of course, some people would think you were an idiot for dropping your career and your stable life to be with a guy who had no sense of stability or normalcy but you didn’t care. all your life you wanted normal but what you needed was dean. the next week or so was spent at your parents, getting them to and from their doctors appointments and taking care of them. sam and dean did as they said, and hung around the house, helping you take care of them and your parents were loving having all of you around. but after 2 weeks, they were almost back to full health and didn’t need all of you hovering over them. they knew you had a life to get back to, but what they didn’t know is that it was a brand new one with dean. you wanted to try it out before you got them worked up over it so you kept it a secret from them. you felt bad about keeping it from them, especially when you told sam but it wasn’t like you could move into the bunker suddenly without him wondering why. besides, sam wouldn’t freak out like you knew your dad would. your mom would be cool with it, probably even happy. but in no way, shape, or form would your dad not blow a fuse, probably landing himself back in the hospital. no, it was best you gave this thing a real shot before you told them. which meant leaving your parents, going back to seattle and packing up your old life. your boss knew of the family emergency and when you told them you had to leave, they were bummed you were leaving but told you that you could use them as a reference anytime. sam and dean helped you pack your apartment with all the necessities and you donated the rest. now it was time to say goodbye to your friends.
that was the hard part. you weren’t sure how you were going to do it, but decided on inviting them all out for drinks. alcohol would certainly help with the sting of leaving them all behind. while you were straightening your hair in the bathroom, dean snaked his hands around your waist and nipped at your collarbone. “you sure you want me to come with you babe? i don’t want to intrude on your night out with your friends. they might want to kill me, taking you away from them” he chuckled. “it’s not like i won’t ever see them again. besides, it’s important to me that they meet you, know that i’m in somewhat good hands.” he threw his head back laughing. “baby, you know these are the best hands you’ve ever had” he squeezed your side and kissed your cheek. “you do your girl…thing. i’ll be pre-gaming with sam” he left the bathroom so you could finish getting ready. after you straightened your hair you left it down, and applied some light makeup. now it was time to get dressed. choosing from what little clothing she had access to, you decided on a white v-neck band shirt, dark jeans, your thigh high black boots and a leather jacket. when you were finished, you grabbed your wristlet and it was time to leave. this would be the last time you were in your apartment. for a moment, you felt really sad about leaving but then you saw dean staring at you, wide-eyed and you felt nothing but happiness. “wow, babe. you look incredible” he said as he continued to look you up and down. “ok, pick your jaw up off the floor cowboy. we’re late” you giggled as dean grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him. “can’t we cancel and just video chat them a goodbye? i need you all to myself tonight” he grinned, pressing his lips against yours. you were lost until sam interrupted. “sorry to interrupt but we should really get going and i doubt you really want to say goodbye via video chat” he laughed at the last words, knowing his brother was totally serious. “fine, just for a bit. but then we’re coming back here and i’m gonna show you just how amazing i think you look tonight” there was that shit eating grin again and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you walked out the door.
your best friend was waiting outside the bar and wolf-whistled as you got out of the impala’s front seat. just as you opened your mouth to thank her, she moved past you and walked around the car. “now that is a beautiful car.” she stated and dean lit up. “now i know my girl made a good choice when she chose you as her best friend. i’m dean, that’s my brother sam” sam waved at her and she gave him the same admiring look that she was giving baby. yeah, it was a good idea to bring sam as well as dean. your friends were admiring their company so much and it took the heaviness off the night. some drinks, good food, a couple games of pool, more drinks and the night was over. it was time to say goodbye. you were ok until it was time to say goodbye to your best friend. “i’m gonna come visit you, and seduce sam all the time ok?” she laughed with tears in her eyes and you nodded fervently, tears streaming down your cheeks. “go be happy. you deserve it” she gave you one last squeeze and got in her car.
“you know we can stay for a few more days, make sure this is what you really want” dean spun you towards him, gently wiping the tears from your face. you cleared your throat and shook your head. “you’re all I've ever wanted, dean.” he grinned, kissing your forehead and lead you to the car. it was a quiet car ride as sam fell asleep in the backseat and dean was focused on the road. and you, you felt more emotions then you’ve felt in a long time and while it was a good thing, it was also overwhelming. dean squeezed your thigh as he switched on the radio. all out of love by air supply came on and to your surprise, dean kept it playing. you raised your eyebrow at him and he shrugged. “i dig it, don’t judge. ” you laughed and threw your hands up. “hey, no judgement here. just not a song i would have guessed you dug” he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “ truth is, i would listen to this on repeat when my dad made me get in that car after that week at your house. when i fell in love for the first time, knowing it would never work. i never stopped loving you y/n/h. i just..i need you to know that” his green eyes that were just stealing glances at you while he spoke were now focused on the road and you knew he wasn’t used to being so vulnerable. “ i never stopped loving you either dean. and now that i have you back in my life, i’m never letting you go” he smiled and turned up the song as you snuggled close to him, your head on his chest.  this was pure happiness and you meant what you said, you were never letting it go.
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So me and Kyle haven’t been on this account for awhile and I wanna get back into writing so if you have any requests at all feel free to send them in :)
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Someone New part 3
Warnings: Verbal argument-ish, getting drunk, embarrassment.
A/N: SO I’m kind of on a semi-unintentional hiatus (graduation is in 66 days), but I had this challenge for the @spnbuddywriters to do! I hope you all like it, and thank you to Dorathea and Caitlyn for being my partners on this!
Part One
Part Two
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Monday evening, you find yourself in a heated argument with Andrew. You’re honestly not even surprised, nor are you even fighting that hard.
“You can’t even answer my question?!” Andrew practically screams, and you roll your eyes.
“You know what? Get out, Andrew. Get out. I’m done.” Instead of the snarky reply you expected, he just stares at you.
“What?” His voice sounds small, almost childlike, and it lightly tugs at your heartstrings.
“I can’t do this, Andrew. When was the last time we went on a date? When was the last time we ate a meal together? Had sex? Said ‘I love you?’” You can see him actually trying to think about it and that hurts. “See? You literally have to think about it. It doesn’t even feel like we’re a couple anymore. It feels like we’ve been roommates who happen to share a bed. Just get your shit and get out.” He gapes at you for a minute before blinking and nodding.
“Okay.” He takes a step towards you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. You close your eyes as he leans in, trying to hold back tears you don’t want. “I do love you, (Y/N).” He backs away and heads into the bedroom. A single tear slips down your cheek as you open your eyes, and before your brain catches up, your legs have taken you to the door.
You get all the way to your car before you realize you forgot your keys and your jacket, but you don’t want to go back up to the apartment. Instead, you start to walk. Just when you’re starting to lose feeling in your legs and you see snow start to fall, you see the neon of a bar and you jog towards it.
Stepping inside, you’re hit with the smell of stale beer and cigarettes, body sweat, and bad decisions. It’s moderately packed, but you have no trouble finding a seat at the bar. You order a whiskey double straight up and down it before signalling for another. You get about four (or was it five?) shots in before the feeling starts to return to your toes. There’s a pretty blonde behind the bar that looks familiar and an older woman who looks like her mom walking around taking care of the patrons. You signal the blonde for another shot, and you’re given a glass of water instead. You frown at it for a second before looking up.
“This isn’t whiskey,” you state, tilting your head a little. The blonde chuckles as she pops the top off a beer before sliding it across the bar.
“Well, someone is not nearly as drunk as I thought she was,” she says, planting her hands on the bar. The comment makes you smile a little before sipping the water. The blonde extends her hand, which you take. “Name’s Jo.”
“(Y/N),” you reply. She studies your face while pouring you another whiskey.
“(Y/N), you’re the girl that Dean brought to the bonfire, right?” Your brain finally makes the connection and you nod. “Alright then, what’s got you downing these like your life depends on it?” You exhale a laugh through your nose before throwing the shot back.
“My boyfriend and I broke up today, and I kicked him out.” Jo smiles knowingly before sliding you another shot.
“I know how that is.” She just seems to notice your lack of winter clothing and she squints at you. “Where’s your coat? Did you walk here?” You nod as you take the shot before taking a sip of your water.
“I left the apartment so fast I didn’t realize I left my coat and keys upstairs and I didn’t want to go back up.” Jo nods slowly.
“Do you have a ride? I don’t want you freezing to death by yourself.” You perk up, smiling wide.
“I can call Dean,” you state, patting your pockets for your phone. You realize just how drunk you are now that you’re moving, and finally locate your phone in your back pocket. It takes a few seconds to unlock it, but suddenly Jo slips the phone out of your hands and dials the number.
“Dean? It’s Jo. (Y/N)’s drunk here at the bar with no jacket and no car. Can you come get her?” She listens for a second before thanking Dean and hanging up. “Dean’s on his way. You get one more shot before you’re drinking a big glass of water, okay?” You nod in agreement.
Just as you’re finishing your second glass of water, you feel someone slid into the seat next to you. You look up into emerald eyes.
“Dean!” You throw your arms around his neck and bury your face in shoulder. You hear his chuckle as he wraps his arms around your waist.
“Someone’s trashed,” he states. You pull back, pouting.
“This is nowhere near New Year’s 2015,” you say, and Dean laughs.
“Let’s say we get you out of here, huh?” You nod and wobble a little as you stand. Eyes closed, you grip the bar for balance before feeling something drape over your shoulders. Glancing down, you see a brown leather jacket and you look up at Dean.
“This smells like you,” you say as he steers you towards the door. You see him blush a little and it makes you smile.
“I’m hoping that’s a good thing,” he says, looking over at you. You smile at him before tugging the coat closer to you.
“It is. Soap, spearmint, old motor oil, and something a little sharper I can’t quite place.” He grins before bringing you to the same car from the bonfire. He opens the door and helps you in before jogging around and starting the car with a growl.
“Where do you wanna go? I’m assuming not home?” You shake your head before grimacing.
“I need a bed, but not home right now.” You look at Dean, and you can see he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“Is it okay if I take you to my place? I’ve got a queen sized bed with a down comforter and a memory foam mattress.” He leans over before stage whispering. “It remembers me!” You giggle and nod. Dean grins again before putting the car in gear and pulling onto the street. The ride to his place is comfortably quiet, and instead of the apartment you were expecting, you pull up to a modest house.
Dean comes around and helps you up the driveway and upstairs, leading you down the hall to what you guessed was the master bedroom. The sight of the bed makes you tired, and without a word, you collapse onto the bed and instantly fall asleep.
“Do you want a shirt to sleep in? This one will be big enough-” Dean turns to find you face down on the bed, already sound asleep. He smiles fondly at you for a moment before untying your boots and tucking you under the blankets. He takes one last look at you before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then heads downstairs to the couch.
You wake in the morning, mouth dry and head pounding. You sit up slowly, taking in your surroundings. The room is pretty, the walls painted a light blue and pictures of what looks like Dean and his family adorning the walls. When you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and find water and aspirin sitting on the nightstand, you send blessings to the angels for Dean. After downing three pills and the whole glass of water, you find the bathroom and quickly wash your face, instantly feeling better. You decide you want breakfast, so you quietly make your way downstairs. You catch a glimpse of Dean sprawled out on the couch, and you smile at how sweet he looks.
Making your way into the kitchen, you find a note waiting for you in unfamiliar handwriting.
(Y/N), make yourself at home. Coffee’s ready to go, just push the button. Mugs are over the coffee maker, creamer in the fridge, sugar in the bowl next to the toaster. -Sam
You smile to yourself before pressing the button on the coffee maker and rummaging through the cabinets to find what you wanted.
Thirty minutes and two cups of coffee later, Dean’s stumbling into the kitchen. You slide a cup of coffee over to him, and he smiles gratefully as he takes a sip.
“Why are you making waffles?” You look at him, hand to your chest in fake hurt.
“If you don’t want waffles, I can just throw them all away…” You make a big show of picking up the plate with the waffles on it. Dean yelps and snatches the plate from you.
“NO. I want waffles, I’m just wondering why you’re making them.” As he’s moving around you to put the plate back down, he catches sight of the other pan. “You made eggs too?” You nod, pouring more batter on the waffle iron. You’re about to ask if eggs over easy is okay when the front door opens. “SAM! (Y/N) MADE WAFFLES!” Dean bellows, and you hear the sound of boots coming off as Sam replies.
“I didn’t even know we had a waffle iron!” You laugh as Dean looks pensive.
“You know, I didn’t know we did either,” he admits. Sam comes in and looks at all of the food before patting his stomach.
“I’m technically on a diet but I can’t say no to waffles. Thanks, (Y/N),” he says.
“I made eggs too. Is over easy okay?” Sam’s eyes widen, and he looks over at Dean who’s smiling and nodding.
“Yeah dude. She’s awesome. I told you.” You blush at Dean’s words and slide eggs onto Sam’s plate before cracking three more for Dean.\
“You want over easy too?” Dean nods, and without thinking about it he drops a kiss to the top of your head when he passes you to get coffee for Sam. You freeze, and Dean feels it.
“I uh, sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” You smile shyly, salting the eggs.
“No, it’s okay. It’s just… I haven’t been on the receiving end of affection in a while,” you trail off, and the room gets tense for a second. Sucking in a breath, you clear the air. “I broke up with Andrew and kicked him out of the apartment.” Sam is avoiding your eyes, shoveling waffles into his mouth. Dean coughs before sliding into the seat next to him.
“Explains last night,” he remarks as you slide eggs onto his plate. You give him the fresh waffle and laugh humorlessly.
“Yeah it does. Sorry about that by the way,” you tell him. Dean shovels eggs and waffle into his mouth before replying.
“Mm no s’okay.” He swallows what he had in his mouth before continuing. “I’m just glad you called me instead of trying to walk home.”
“I appreciate you coming to get me.
Six months later finds you and Dean down by the lake where the bonfire was, lying in hammocks across from each other. Those months have been some of the best of your life. Andrew moved out of town, and you and Dean hadn’t officially started dating, but things are lowkey, which you like.
“I’m gonna go sit down by the water for a bit, I’m getting hot,” you call over to Dean. You see his head pop up over the edge of his hammock and you laugh. “You look like a prairie dog like that,” you say in response to his frown. He chuckles as he sits up. Getting out of your hammock, you slide your sandals on and wait for Dean to get up.
Once he gets his shoes on, you walk hand-in-hand down to the water. You stay on the dock, but Dean was trying to show off and get to the rope swing, despite the mud on the ground. “Be careful, there’s mud-”
But just as you finish your warning his feet are slipping and he falls ass-first into the mud. He sits rigid for a second before resigning and laying back. You crawl to the edge of the dock and look over at him. “I tried to tell you.” His eyes are closed, and he sighs before opening them and looking over at you.
“I know. Didn’t do any good though.” You help him back up the hill and over to the hammocks before you see the full extent of the mud. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but a snort escapes and Dean glares at you.
“I’m sorry. This is just really funny.” He rolls his eyes at you.
“I need to take a shower now. I can feel the mud seeping into my pants.” That made you snort again, and you hold your hands up in defense.
“Okay, well you aren’t getting into my car like that,” you tell him. “I think I have some towels in my car. I’ll be right back.” You find an old beach towel and bring it over for him, and he wraps it around his waist like a sarong before helping you pack up your stuff.
Back at your apartment Dean is taking his sweet time in the shower. “Are you okay in there?” you call through the cracked door. Dean pops his head out and you laugh at him.
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“Yeah I’m peachy. You have all the nice smelling stuff. I’m gonna smell like a girl but I have no regrets,” he tells you before disappearing again. Ten minutes later he’s finally out of the shower and dressed, and he’s suddenly being weird. You were making lunch and he was being quiet, and unusually so. He’s eyeing your DVD collection for the nth time and you’re worried.
“Dean, babe is everything okay?” His head whips around to look at you, and he looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Hm? Yeah, no I’m fine. I uh, I just have a question for you.” You put down the knife you have and walk over to him.
“What’s up?” He takes your hands in his and looks at you.“What we’ve been doing is great, but I wanna change things.” Your stomach is in knots, and you feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes.
“Okay, um, yeah we can change things. What did you have in mind?” Dean takes a deep breath.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” The question took you by surprise
“Huh?” “Be my girlfriend,” Dean says. “Please?” Finally the pieces click in your brain and your face breaks into a grin, which Dean’s face mirrors.
“Yeah, of course,” you say before crashing your lips into his. When you pull away, you smack his chest. “You scared me. I thought you were breaking up with me,” you say. Dean laughs and pulls you into his chest.
“Nah, just the opposite.” After a moment, he kisses the top of your head and pulls away to look at you. “Thanks for spilling coffee on me,” he says. You chuckle, remembering that day.
“Thanks for standing too close to me,” you reply. He laughs before pressing another kiss to your forehead.
“Let’s eat. I’m starving.” You laugh and go back to the counter, thinking you could do this forever.
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