#demon!dean drabble

[winchesterszvonecek]

not sure if you take requests for demon!dean, but if you do could i request a smut drabble with the prompts

for one muse to take the other from behind + “are you gonna be good for me?” from the nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

and is it bad if i kinda want it to be really dirty? like as dirty as you’re comfortable with please 🫣

Good For Me - [ Demon!Dean Winchester ] 18+

Prompt: For one muse to take the other from behind + “Are you gonna be good for me?”

Word Count: 1043

Warnings: female!reader, demon!dean, smut - [ mentions of foreplay, unprotected sex, dirty talk ]

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Ever since he became a demon, Dean’s foreplay skills had skyrocketed to levels you never even thought they could reach. By the time he was finished he had you soaking, dripping, your arousal all but pooling beneath you as you begged him to fuck you.

And each time he simply basked in it. Basked in the smugness of what he could do to you with nothing but a simple touch. How the mere sound of his voice could have you panting like a dog in heat as he got you prepared to take every single inch of him.

Fingers spreading you open, working their way inside you and moving so painfully slow you couldn’t help but grind your hips, earning a sharp slap to your ass in response as Dean did not like you to so much as move yourself when he was down there. But if anything the slap made you even more heated and he knew that.

It was all part of his game. Even the part where his tongue was fucking your hole so deep to the point where you’d almost come before he’d even started had you desperate for him. And once you reached that point, he was more than happy to give you what you wanted.

“Are you gonna be good for me, sweetheart?” Dean cooed into your ear, your back pressed up against his chest and one hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his other playing with your breast, flicking and squeezing at the hardened bud that sat atop it. “Are you gonna be good whilst I fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“Yes.” You gasped, barely able to talk from the hold he had on you and the raging heat between your legs. “Yes, I’ll be good for you, Dean.”

“That’s my good girl.” Dean grumbled, pulling the lobe of your ear between his teeth as his hand loosened from around your neck, fingers trailing over your skin and down your back before he dragged them painfully slowly across your soaking pussy, feeling the throb of your clit beneath them. “I hope you’re ready, darling.”

“I'm ready, Dean.” You whispered, surprised you hadn’t come from the single touch of his fingers mixed with his words. Your body was pushed forwards, your torso hitting the mattress to join your knees, the only part of you still up in the air being your ass and upper thighs which you knew meant Dean was going to give it his all. “Ready to feel that huge cock in my tight little pussy.”

“Yeah? You want me to give you all of it?” Dean teased, stroking the tip of his cock between your folds, making you fight the urge to fuck yourself back onto him. “You think you’re ready to take all of me?”

“I want you to give me all of it.” You gasped, feeling that first, almost painful had it not been for the mere wetness of you, stretch of your pussy as Dean pushed in no more than an inch. “Fuck… Please give me all of it.”

“Anything for you, baby.” Dean grunted as in one fluid motion he had bottomed out inside of you, balls deep and able to feel the heat of your arousal coat the skin of them.

The cry you let out was unlike anything he’d ever heard before, your legs spreading involuntarily as he filled you up completely. Stretching you wider than you’d ever felt, pushing you to your limits and making you bite down hard on the mattress, the pain almost overwhelming to the point where you nearly had him pull out again.

But when Dean’s hips started moving, at a pace that had your whole body thrusting forward and your breasts bouncing hard beneath you, you quickly found that you couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop. And nor did you want him to.

“Fuck… Yes baby, give it to me. Fucking give it to me. Yes.” You cried out, pushing your ass out as Dean pounded mercilessly into you, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of your hips as he kept you in a position that allowed for maximum pleasure.

The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and the almost disgusting, had it not been heavenly in the moment to hear, slickness of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, each thrust hitting that spot perfectly and sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

You’d already begun to see stars, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as drool spilled from your mouth, dripping all down your chin and to the mattress beneath you. You always knew Dean was like an animal but pair that with the Mark of Cain and the blackened eyes he sported and fuck, you’d be surprised if you could walk afterwards. Or if you could ever fuck anyone else as he’d completely ruined you.

“You like that, baby? Like having my big cock so deep inside you?” Dean growled, his eyes flashing black as your velvet walls closed in around him, clenching his cock so tightly that he almost came the second he slid back into you.

“Mhm.” You hummed, too out of it for anything even remotely coherent. You could feel him pulsating inside of you, about to burst and with one last thrust of his hips you clamped down around him, pure ecstasy flowing fast throughout your veins as you came harder than ever before.

You couldn’t begin to describe this moment, your head was fuzzy, your eyes were clouded over in white as you felt your very spirit leave your body. And for a second you thought you’d ascended into heaven, that was until your name slipping from Dean’s lips as he came inside you pulled you back to reality and reminded you that you were the furthest away from heaven you could ever be.

You knew fucking a demon would be a one way ticket downstairs, but right now as you lay with Dean’s release dripping out of you and coating your thighs, you couldn’t help but think that it was worth the eternal suffering. And you couldn’t wait to feel him damn you to Hell all over again.

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Lies

• demon!Dean

• mild angst

• drabble for @starcrosseddeancas challenge

“What if I told you I missed you every day? What would you do?”

Dean’s voice was quiet, yet his words rang loud and clear between them.

Castiel walked in a slow pace around the demon cricle, with Dean tied to a chair in the centre of it.

„Then I wouldn’t believe you“, Cas replied.

The angel’s voice was unnaturally deep, while his eyes were enlightened by his grace. The icy blue gaze was focused on nothing but Dean.

„But you’d want it to be true“, Dean drawled. „You want me to want you.“

The words put Castiel’s motions to a halt. His face turned into a careful mask of indifference.

A smile danced across Dean’s face. He sat back in his chair as his eyes trailed across Cas‘ body. Up and down until he met the angel’s gaze again, who still stood as still as a statue.

Dean scoffed. „But why should I want you?“

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 39 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly).

Word Count: 804

A/N: I hope I did this chapter justice for you guys ;). Don’t worry, there will be more Dean and Julia moments! I think I’m at my limit of chapters to post for now. I have things to do today. I plan on going through more rough drafts tonight, not certain on a time yet but it will be tonight. So do expect more of these two love birds! Stated as always this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

The day at the bunker was unusually quiet. With no new cases on the horizon, Dean decided to take advantage of the downtime and spend the day with Julia.

After a leisurely morning, Dean drove over to Julia's place. She greeted him with a warm smile and an enthusiastic hug.

"I was thinking of cooking something special today," Julia said, leading him into her cozy kitchen.

"Sounds great," Dean replied, settling at the kitchen table. "What's on the menu?"

Julia winked. "It's a surprise. But you'll like it."

As Julia worked on dinner, Dean took in the comfortable, homely feel of her place. They chatted about their favorite recipes, shared stories from past hunts, and laughed over little mishaps in the kitchen. The atmosphere was relaxed, a stark contrast to the tension of their recent adventures.

When dinner was ready, Julia served a hearty, homemade meal. They enjoyed the food and each other's company, savoring the simple pleasure of a peaceful evening.

After they finished eating, Julia suggested watching a movie. She picked a classic that she knew Dean would appreciate, and they settled onto the couch. The movie played softly in the background, but their focus was more on each other than the screen.

Dean occasionally glanced over, finding comfort in Julia's presence. Her laughter and warmth were a welcome distraction from the weight of their recent experiences.

As the night wore on, Julia leaned her head on Dean's shoulder, and he gently wrapped an arm around her. For a few hours, it was just the two of them, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy.

As the night drew on and the movie ended, Julia turned to Dean with a playful glint in her eye. "It's getting pretty late. Why don't you stay over? I don't want you driving back to the bunker so tired."

Dean hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Yeah, alright. That sounds good."

They finished cleaning up the kitchen together. Dean dried while Julia washed the dishes, and their playful banter quickly turned into a splashing water fight. Laughter filled the kitchen as Dean tried to avoid getting drenched while Julia aimed for him with soapy water.

Dean wiped his face dramatically. "Oh, you're in trouble now, Jules."

Julia laughed, holding her ground. "I'm just warming up!"

But as the water fight slowed, the mood shifted. Julia stood closer to Dean, her laughter fading into something quieter, more intimate. Their eyes met, and Dean's playful smirk softened into something more serious. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear.

"You're a mess, you know that?," he said softly, his voice low.

Julia's heart fluttered at the warmth in his eyes. "Yeah, well, so are you."

Without another word, Dean closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, searching kiss. Julia responded, her hands moving up to rest against his chest. The kiss deepened, growing more heated as their pent-up feelings took over.

Dean's hands wandered, pulling her closer, and they stumbled back through the house, heading towards her bedroom. Clothes were soon forgotten, left scattered in their wake as they fumbled to be closer, to feel more.

Once inside the bedroom, Julia stood before him, bare and vulnerable, her body glowing softly in the low light. Dean paused, his breath catching as he took in the sight of her.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of awe.

Julia blushed, but before she could say anything, Dean closed the distance between them again, his lips finding hers in a tender, passionate kiss. She smiled into it, her heart swelling with warmth at his words.

They moved together in the dim light, the air around them thick with desire. Dean's hands were gentle yet firm as they explored her body, and Julia responded with equal fervor, their movements in sync. Their connection had always been strong, but now it felt like something more—something deeper.

Their lovemaking was filled with both passion and tenderness, as if they were discovering each other all over again. Every touch, every kiss, was deliberate and filled with meaning. When they finally came together, it was as though the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in their intimate bubble.

Afterward, they lay together, their bodies still entwined. Dean pulled Julia close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Julia smiled, feeling safe and content in his arms, her head resting on his chest. Dean held her tight, as if afraid to let go.

For the first time in a long time, the weight of the world seemed to lift from Dean's shoulders, if only for a moment. And Julia, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, knew they were both exactly where they needed to be.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: Biting w/ Demon!Dean Winchester

a/n: i didn't go really smutty on this one simply because i couldn't see it going the way i intended for it to if i did, so enjoy some sexual tension instead!

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You knew you shouldn't like this Dean, that you should despise him with every fiber of your being, but you couldn't stay away from him.

As you stayed in a hotel after unsuccessfully attempting to find the man while on the run, you opened the door to it, shuffling over to the shitty bed side table to switch on the lamp.

When you did, you almost screamed. There Dean was in all his, undead, demonic glory, sitting in the chair that was in the corner of your room.

"Heard you were lookin' for me, sweetheart," He stood up, looming over you darkly as he stared you down, "Well here I am." You stood there frozen, mouth agape, practically floundering like a fish out of water. "I— uh." Your brain was practically racing to find something to say.

"You know what I think," He began, "I think that you had no idea what you were going to do if you had actually found me." His eyes bravely search yours. "Or maybe you did and you're just too afraid to say it." You shook as he placed a hand on the side of your face, his hand feeling heavy against your cheek.

"What do you want?" You stared at him dumbly, swallowing your nerves as you choked out the words, "You." Before you knew it, he was on you, lips slamming onto yours, swallowing your surprised squeal. You gripped his shoulders, desperately pulling him closer to you.

Right now, Sam thinks you're on a hunt to try and take your whole mind off of him, while he's out there driving himself crazy trying to find the very man that was in your arms. You couldn't bring yourself to feel guilty, too entranced by the feeling of his tongue in your mouth.

"Dean.." You breathed against his mouth. "I want you so bad." He practically growled, fingers tangling themselves in your hair to yank your head back. His lips trailed down to your pulse point, where he bit down on you, hard. You moaned at the feeling of the pain, allowing him to continue to leave marks on your neck.

He swayed your body until it hit the bed where he pushed you down. He looked like he was about to swallow you whole, and it was almost as if you wanted him to.

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@coffincanary,I saw someone else answer your Wincest Wednesday ask…

Happy WW! Asking everyone the same question so i wanna know: What do you think about Demon Dean feeding Sam his blood? How would it happen and what would they do after? 👀

And it inspired me to write a second ficlet that pertains to @wincestwednesdays July 12th prompt of Blood…

In the process of finding and catching Dean, just as he got the demon-proof cuffs on him, there was a moment, just a moment, when Sam’s guard was down. No one could really blame him, he’d been tirelessly searching for his brother for weeks before finally locating him. Sam had been hurt in the process, beat up, arm in a sling, you know… the usual. So after he finally had his brother secured in magicked handcuffs and under control, he allowed himself an exhale, just a sigh of fucking relief, because while that should have been the hardest part done, there was still a ways to go to get his brother fully back. So with one hand on the chain connecting Dean’s hands together, Sam’s eyes slid closed briefly as he steadied and collected himself. 

He never saw it coming, how could he? Ignoring the fact that his eyes were closed when Dean made his move, so he literally didn’t see it coming, how could he have ever predicted that his brother would do… that? Dean hadn’t telegraphed the move at all. There was no warning. One second Sam was in control and the next, Dean had stepped forward, pressing Sam back into the side of the Impala, brought his chained hands up and, holding both sides of Sam’s face, kissed him. 

Dean kissed him. 

Sam’s mind had a sort of blue-screen-of-death moment as he failed to process what was happening. Sam froze and Dean’s mouth moved against his, his tongue pushing into Sam’s mouth, and Sam seemed helpless to stop him. Sam still had a firm grip on the chain, but he couldn’t think what to do because Dean wasn’t trying to get away, quite the opposite, he was leaning in, one knee wedged between Sam’s legs, his body pushed flush against Sam’s, pinning him back against the car with his hips. 

The taste of blood flooded Sam’s mouth, the coppery flavor carrying that extra spark, the thrill of malevolent power that marked a demon-possessed meatsuit. Not as commonly familiar as regular blood, but still something Sam knew only too well. But Dean wasn’t possessed and he also wasn’t possessing someone else’s body, he was the demon and the vessel and his blood sang through Sam. The taste triggered memories that stirred up a confusing mix of right and wrong, desire and disgust in equal measure.

Dean must have bit his tongue or the inside of his cheek for there to be that much blood. It felt like it was filling his mouth and Sam would have spit it out, except, well, Dean was still kissing him and in his surprise, Sam swallowed. God help him, he swallowed and for one terrible moment, time stood still, balanced on a knife’s edge. The worst, most hated, hidden thoughts crept out from the corners of Sam’s mind and begged him to lean into it, to drink his brother down and take everything that was rightfully his.

And then, all at once, he came back to himself and shoved Dean hard, as hard as he could without letting go of that chain, forcing air between them and giving himself room to gag and retch as he vainly sought to clear his body and mind of the temptations of the blood.

“Awww, Sammy, and here I thought we were having a moment.” Dean said. When he smiled, his teeth were red.

[violetpurpleviolet]

Hey guys , so i BINGED till episode 21 , it is 1am and i have Uni tomo so i’ll save the finale for tomorrow

But! i’m sticking to this and posting!

So the 13th episode wow. Chuck a Prophet. Oh my lord?

haha.

Was it how the apocalypse goes down what he saw? I feel the episode was very inconclusive ? Why didn’t the Angels know he was a prophet before? Or did they? I’m confused on that

If he’s the prophet of god , shouldn’t he be the highest command for the Angels? why are the angels bossing him around?

Okay next , Jump the Shark

John! John! John! Not a monk indeed Sam. Honestly didn’t expect them to kill of Adam , thought he’d be like bobby or Jo a reoccurring character

Do you think John would have kept Dean and Sam from the hunting stuff if he could have? like he did for Adam?

And how sweet is it that Dean , despite all that jealousy and envy towards Adam doesn’t want him to get into the Family business

4x20

Nice to finally meet our dear faithful accountant Jimmy. So i just initially thought it takes faith + accepting the choice to become a vessel to get an Angel to ride you (😉) But it seems they have to have it in their blood?? So like are the distantly related to angels or something? Can angels procreate? what is in their blood to make them capable vessels ? Also is Jimmy now dead and Castile is carrying around a coma patient like Ruby?

Also if Ruby can ride in an “empty” vessel , why can Cas let Jimmy die and take that “empty” vessel? or is Ruby lying? I mean , can’t trust a demon. I don’t trust her tbh , i think she might be playing the long game

4x21

Holy hell , holy hell! They really did through Sam under the bus this season ,drinking blood does make him unsmpathetic (Ofc the prophet knows) The fight was heartbreaking indeed. I didn’t expect Dean to call Sammy a monster , but neither did i expect Sam to walk away after the fight..

So it’s gonna be all Cane and Able the next episode huh?

Well you guys know , and it’s for me to find out

💜

[catnipster69]

Gears Turning

After tossing and turning for hours, Dean finally gave up. He just couldn’t get what had happened out of his head. There was no help for it. He got up, went into the hallway, and opened the door to the room next to his.

Dean whispered, “Crowley.”

Crowley, rumpled in his bed, looked up at Dean. “Wha?”

“When we were fucking those triplets…”

Crowley smiled dreamily. “Good times.”

“What did you mean when you said, ‘Just pretend I’m Sam.’’’

Crowley looked confused. “You mean when you had me on all fours?”

Dean said, “Yeah.”

“When you grabbed my hair and slapped my ass?”

“Yeah, then.”

Crowley continued, “And then you pushed in roughly and said ‘Sam, Sammy, Sam?’”

“Oh… Uh. Hmm. Never mind.”

Now Crowley couldn’t sleep as the gears turned in his head. As they tended to do.

[ninii-winchester]

Main Masterlist

Angst- 🌧️

Fluff- 🫶🏻

Implied smut- 🥵

Smut- 💦

Dean Winchester :

ONE/TWO SHOTS AND DRABBLES

The heart wants what it wants : Dean falls for a simple girl, would he lose her over his life as a hunter. 🌧️🫶🏻

Deepest Desire : What happens when Dean reveals his deepest desire and it’s not what Y/n expected. 🌧️

Chosen Affection : Part 2 to Deepest desire. Dean tells Y/n the truth. 🌧️🫶🏻🥵

One of your girls : Y/n attempts to seduce Dean in a bar. 🥵

Only girl : Part 2 to One of your girls 💦🫶🏻

R and R : Just some Rest and Relaxation. 🥵

Shut up, Winchester : Dean does the one eight reverse thing on Baby. 🫶🏻🥵

I don’t wanna live forever : Dean’s a demon and doesn’t want to go back, will y/n be able to convince him? 🌧️

Dusk till Dawn : Part 2 to I don’t wanna live forever, what happens when Sam brings Dean back. 🌧️🫶🏻🥵

But Daddy, I love him : Dean fell in love with a demon, Crowley’s daughter specifically. 🫶🏻

Baby : Who is Dean’s baby? 🫶🏻

Tender Care : Y/n takes care of Dean when he’s sick.🫶🏻

Lie to me : Y/n asks Dean do her a favour and lie to her. 🌧️

Fleeting love : Dean’s high school love story.🫶🏻🌧️

Timeless love : Part 2 to fleeting love, Dean and Y/n meet again. 🌧️🫶🏻

The Witch and the Hunter : Dean doesn’t like cats or witches, ironically he falls for both. 🫶🏻

MINI SERIES

Revived: A witch hunt goes wrong and Dean dies. 🌧️🫶🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Completed)

You’d never know : Dean bears the consequences of saying something he shouldn’t have said. 🌧️🫶🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Completed)

Crossed Allegiances : What happens when Y/n has to choose her life over love. 🌧️🫶🏻💦

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Completed)

SERIES

Unveiled Sorrows : Dean and Y/n’s complicated journey through the Apocalypse. 🌧️🫶🏻🥵

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue (Completed)

Behind Closed Doors : Boss Dean AU. 🌧️🫶🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Jensen Ackles:

ONE/ TWO SHOTS AND DRABBLES:

Reverie : A heartfelt banter between Mr and Mrs Ackles 🫶🏻

Sam Winchester :

ONE/TWO SHOTS AND DRABBLES :

Uncertainty : A case leads Y/n to some revelations. 🌧️🫶🏻

What’s a girl gotta do : Find out what’s a girl gotta do to be loved. 🫶🏻

Slumber Party: Sam’s girl braids his hair. 🫶🏻

Others:

Blue eyed stud : Damon X Reader. (TVD)

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Tequila

Summary: Tequila has a lot to answer for when Y/N wakes up naked in Dean’s bed, but once the shock wears off, she realises that maybe it’s not such a bad thing.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of smut, angst, fluff, feelings, friends to lovers

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Another December Drabble for you all to enjoy!

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The sun streams through the motel’s threadbare curtains, rudely awakening you from a deep, drunken sleep. Your head is pounding, and there’s a ringing in your ears that comes with the vague memory of the loud music playing at the bar last night.

It’d been a hard hunt to stomach: Lamia, a child-eating demon, had decided to take up residence in Grangeville, Idaho, and once you’d blasted her ass back to hell, you and Dean really, really needed to let off a lot of steam.

Luckily, there was a dive bar next door to the motel, so neither of you had to stay sober enough to drive home, and you’d both been well and truly shit-faced. You’d hustled a small fortune playing pool; he’d sung karaoke, and there were tequila shots… lots and lots of tequila shots.

A snore from behind you made you freeze. It sounded like Dean, but that couldn’t be right. Why would you and Dean be in the same bed? Whoever it was rolled over and slid their arm over your waist, pulling you into their body. You could feel something hard poke the back of your thigh… at least he’s packing, you thought before the mystery man spoke.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Suddenly, the whole night’s events come flooding back to you at once.

One tequila shot turned into two. Two turned to four. Four turned to six, and before you knew it, you were stumbling through the door to Dean’s room, lips attached to his, nails raking through his hair and over his scalp and neck, tongues dancing a passionate tango while your clothes flew in every direction.

Dean made love to you so deliciously good. He was sweet and gentle at times. Rough and hard when you needed it. In all the years you’d known him, this was the first time you’d ended up in his bed, yet he knew your body better than you did. 

The green-eyed hunter had known how to pleasure you better than anyone had before him. Touching places no one had ever touched before. Taking you higher than you’d ever been, making you scream his name so loud the occupant next door had banged the wall.

It’s overwhelming, and you can feel last night’s alcohol swirl dangerously in your stomach, threatening to make an appearance. You lifted the covers and glanced down. Yep, definitely naked.

Pulling the sheet tighter to your body, you cautiously turn around, your worst fear confirmed as Dean’s twinkling green orbs and cocky smirk greet you.

“Well, this changes things!” he grins, and you can’t decide if you want to punch his painfully beautiful face or kiss him.

“Oh, God!” you gasp, covering your face with your hands. “This can’t be happening.”

“Y/N?” Dean asks, concern evident in his voice. “You okay?”

“I can’t believe I did you—I mean that. I can’t believe I did that,” you mumble.

“Come on, don’t be like that! We had a great time. I got you off six times, sweetheart! That’s a personal record for me!”

Dean’s words are meant to be comforting, but they do the opposite and only embarrass you more. The urge to kiss him is gone, leaving you wanting to punch his painfully beautiful, smug face.

“Seriously, Y/N, are you okay? Did I hurt you in any way? Did you not want that to happen? Because I gotta say, you were all over me at the bar, and I get that we had a lot of tequila and were drunk, but I thought you wanted me, too?”

Now that Dean had put his cocky persona aside and the real Dean was in the room, you’d changed your mind again and wanted to kiss him.

“No, Dean. I wanted it to happen. I have for an embarrassingly long time. What I don’t want is to be just another notch on your bedpost. It’s why I’ve never given in to your very persuasive charms over the years. Because I want to be more than just one night to you. And I know that’s not what you want—”

“Woah, Y/N, slow down!” Dean shot up on the bed and turned you to face him. “Did you not hear me when I said this changes things? Do you honestly think I’d risk what we have for one night? I’ve wanted you since the day we met, and last night was the first time since we met that you’ve shown any interest in me. And sweetheart, I haven’t been shy in pulling out my best moves for you.” His words and body language are so expressive and genuine, and you know he’s not feeding you a line. He likes you and he’s wanted you for a long time. All of his flirting and come-ons were real.

“And I thought ‘this is it. I finally get to call her my girl’. Maybe I shouldn’t have followed through with it when we were drunk, but I don’t regret taking my chance with you. Please tell me you don’t regret what happened.” Dean cups your cheeks to keep your gaze on his. The pain crossing his features breaks your heart. You want to tell him you feel the same way, but it’s risky.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much from last night, just bits and pieces, but I know enough to know that if that happened, I wanted it to happen,” you say, trying to ignore the look of Dean’s disappointment at your lack of memory from the night before.

“Do you really want me?” you ask, terrified this was a tequila-induced dream.

“Since the day I met you. And if you’re interested, I’d like to see where we’d go. Together. As a couple.” For once, Dean looks incredibly shy and vulnerable, making your heart swell.

“I’d like that too, De,” you smile, giggling when he grins boyishly.

“Yeah?” he checks, and you nod.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

“Then, I think you should lay back and let me refresh your memory of last night,” Dean grins as he gently pushes you back down on the mattress and pulls your legs apart.

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Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester & Winchester Family \\ Apple by charli xcx

[little-diable]

Sorry you're not feeling well! How about something like Priest Dean/Reader, and "Father" very quickly turns into Daddy. He's probably under cover for another one of those reaper/healer deals, and the reader is getting scammed.

Hi lovie, thank you for this and for inspiring this drabble! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Pure pwp, bj in a confessional

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), face fuck, daddy kink

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (700 words)

She felt her heart racing, spurred on by excitement, by the feeling of danger. With her eyes focused on the handsome man towering over her, (y/n) waited for his next command. Father Winchester wore a grin so devilish, she feared she was already stuck in hell, unable to escape the devil’s grasp.

“Beg for it, sweetheart.” A cross dangled from his neck, like a pendulum it swung over her, deciding her fate. She had prayed that she’d end up in this very position, on her knees for the man she so desperately wanted to touch. (Y/n) wouldn’t have asked the Holy Father for any help if it weren’t for that small nagging feeling, telling her that the man she was interested in was only putting on a facade, not a real priest.

“Let me taste you, please, I want to make you feel good, father.” (Y/n) whispered her words, staring up at him to watch his every expression change. The groan rumbling through the priest left her grinning in success, parting her lips for his darkening eyes, exposing her eager tongue to him.

“You know that’s not how to address me, right?” He fumbled with his trousers to free his hardening cock as he swallowed in excitement, about to fuck her mouth. 

“Please, daddy.” Raspy chuckles left the man as he forced his cock into her mouth. Both moaned at the sudden intrusion, eyes rolling into the back of their heads as if a demon was now feasting from their souls. Dean didn’t hold back, didn’t give her much time to adjust, he was eager to fuck her face, to make her gag on his cock as if it was the last thing she’d do before leaving this place behind.

The confessional gave them enough privacy, and yet it began to close in on them with every further sound leaving them. It felt as if God and the Devil were watching the two, making bets on their bodies and souls to win them for their own greedy longings. 

“Fuck, I knew that mouth of yours would be my end.” His groaned words left her humming, allowing the sound to vibrate on his skin to draw another moan from him. His darkening green eyes stared down at her with something dangerous laced in his gaze, making her shudder in excitement. 

For a second she pulled away, pumping his cock with her hand as she caught her breath. (Y/n) smiled at him as her eyes wandered over his pleasure-drunken features, proud of herself for making him feel like that.

“Fuck my face harder, please, daddy. Use me.” (Y/n) whispered the words, gasping in surprise as his hand found her hair to hold her in place. Within seconds he had pushed back into her mouth, set on a fast pace to fuck her mouth like she had asked him to. She gagged around him with tears running down her cheeks and spit dripping from her chin, making a mess on the holy ground. 

He twitched in her mouth, was close to filling her cheeks with his cum, and yet his pace didn’t falter, keeping her as close as possible. Her glassy eyes watched his every move, not wanting to miss a single second as he chased his orgasm. 

And with a deep groan, he came, head rolling back, hand tightening its grip on her hair. She greedily swallowed every drop as he pulled away, watching her with adoration swimming in his pupils. 

“Let me give you a small advice, father, the next time you want to deceive people with that priest act, don’t fuck their mouths like that, no priest would be this good.”

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 37 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly)

Word Count: 1,664

A/N: How we feeling about the story so far?? I’m working hard on going through these draft chapters for you guys today. Stated as always this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

On the drive back to the bunker, the Impala hummed along the empty road, and the tension from earlier had mostly settled. Dean tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the classic rock station playing softly in the background. Julia sat beside him, staring out the window, the fading sunset casting a soft glow on her face. For a while, neither of them spoke, just content to be in each other's company.

But eventually, Julia glanced over at him, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "So... you going to tell me what's on your mind, or do I have to guess?"

Dean side-eyed her, raising an eyebrow. "Nothing's on my mind."

"Uh-huh." Julia crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat. "You've been all broody since the cemetery. Spill."

Dean shrugged. "Not brooding, just... thinking."

"About?"

He huffed. "Just everything. The usual crap."

Julia tapped her chin, pretending to think. "Hmm... the usual crap? That could mean anything. Like, are you thinking about how you're constantly eating enough burgers to feed a small army? Or is it about the fact that you still can't get over how I killed that Demon at the motel before you could?"

Dean let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Please. I let you have that one."

"Oh, sure," she teased. "And here I thought it was just you slowing down."

Dean scoffed, clearly amused despite himself. "Slowing down? You think I'm slowing down? I could still take on twice as many demons as you and not break a sweat."

Julia grinned. "Oh, I know you're still the big tough hunter, Dean. I just didn't realize you were also delusional."

Dean shot her a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. "Careful, or I might make you walk the rest of the way."

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, teasing him even further. "Oh, I know what's bothering you, you're just a little mad I showed up and saved the day last night."

"Saved the day?" Dean chuckled. "Last I checked, I was handling that case just fine."

"Right, because setting a ghost on fire is so complicated."

Dean smirked. "If it's so easy, then why do you keep tagging along, huh? What's the point if I don't need you?"

Julia tilted her head, her grin softening into something a bit more sincere. "Maybe it's because you need someone to keep you on your toes. Keep that ego of yours in check."

Dean laughed, the sound a bit lighter than it had been in days. "My ego's fine, thanks."

"Uh-huh. Sure." Julia leaned back again, satisfied that she'd managed to get him out of his head, at least for now.

For a few minutes, they both settled into a comfortable silence. The Impala's tires rumbled over the pavement, and the road stretched out endlessly ahead. It wasn't long before Julia glanced over at Dean again, her teasing smile still in place.

"You know," she began, "I think you're just scared."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Scared? Of what?"

"Of me beating you on a hunt."

Dean barked out a laugh. "Oh, please. That'll be the day."

"I'm serious," she insisted, her tone mock-serious. "I've been getting better. You're not going to be the best hunter forever, Dean."

He gave her a sideways glance, amusement still dancing in his eyes. "Well, if that day ever comes, I'll buy you a beer."

Julia grinned. "Deal."

They lapsed into silence again, but this time, it was a comfortable, easy silence. Julia could feel the weight of Dean's thoughts lifting, at least a little. She'd managed to distract him from the heavy guilt that always seemed to follow him, and that was enough for now.

After a while, Dean broke the silence again, his voice quieter this time. "Thanks."

Julia blinked, turning to look at him. "For what?"

"For sticking around. For... this." He waved a hand vaguely between them. "Everything."

She softened, her teasing smile fading into something more genuine. "You don't have to thank me, Dean. I'm here because I want to be."

Dean didn't say anything for a moment, but his fingers tapped against the steering wheel a little more lightly, the tension in his shoulders easing. He gave her a small nod, keeping his eyes on the road. "Yeah. I guess you are."

Julia smiled, leaning back in her seat and watching the road ahead. The conversation shifted into a more comfortable space, and as the familiar landscape of Kansas rolled by, she knew that, for now, they were okay. They'd keep moving forward, one hunt at a time, teasing and distracting each other from the heaviness of their lives.

For now, that was enough.

A few days had passed since their last ghost case, and life at the bunker had settled into a kind of uneasy rhythm. Dean still carried the weight of the Mark of Cain, but Julia was doing everything she could to keep him grounded. Her presence seemed to make a difference, even if Dean was still battling the darkness that constantly threatened to drag him under.

Sam, who had picked up on the shift between them almost immediately, had been surprisingly cool about it. One morning at the kitchen table, with a knowing smirk, he'd raised an eyebrow at the two of them, then said, "It's about time." Dean had grumbled something unintelligible, trying to hide his embarrassment, but Julia had just laughed.

Dean was still coming to terms with how much he needed her. And while it didn't sit perfectly with him—needing anyone—it was hard to deny the calm she brought into his life, especially now, when the Mark was always gnawing at him, trying to claw its way to the surface.

They were sitting in the bunker's library, Dean nursing a beer while Julia flipped through a book. Sam was hunched over his laptop, researching God knows what, but the silence in the room was comfortable. Julia could feel Dean's gaze on her, though he hadn't said anything for a while.

After a few minutes, Julia closed her book and looked over at him, catching his eye. "What?"

Dean shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. "Nothing. Just... thinking."

"Uh-huh," she said with a knowing grin. "That dangerous brain of yours working overtime again?"

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Something like that."

Julia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "You sure you're good?"

He glanced at her, his expression a little more serious now. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... you know."

She nodded, understanding immediately. The Mark was always there, even in the quiet moments. Especially in the quiet moments. "Well, if you're feeling antsy, we could always take another case. Keep your mind off things."

Dean gave her a sideways look, his smirk returning. "You offering to keep me busy?"

Julia grinned. "I'm offering to keep you from going stir-crazy."

Before Dean could respond, Sam looked up from his laptop, glancing between them. "You two sure you don't need a room?"

Dean groaned, rolling his eyes. "Really, Sam?"

Julia chuckled, unfazed. "He's just jealous, Dean."

Sam raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin on his face. "Hey, I'm happy for you two. I mean, about time, right?"

Dean shot him a half-hearted glare, but there was no heat behind it. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Despite his attempts to shrug it off, Julia could tell Dean appreciated Sam's approval. There was a time when Dean might have fought it, refused to admit how much he cared about what Sam thought—but not now. Now, it felt like a relief to not have to hide it anymore.

"Thanks, Sam," Julia said, giving him a grateful smile.

Sam gave her a quick nod, his eyes softening. "Just keep an eye on him, alright?"

Julia's smile grew wider. "Don't worry. I've got him."

Dean grumbled under his breath, but the tension in his shoulders eased. Julia's light-hearted teasing, Sam's approval—it was all helping, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Later that night, as Dean was going to bed, Julia caught Dean by the arm in the hallway, pulling him aside before he disappeared into his room. She could see the way the day had worn on him, the lingering guilt, the weight of the Mark, even though he was doing his best to hide it.

"Hey," she said softly, catching his gaze. "You good?"

He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Yeah. I'm good."

Julia raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Dean..."

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's just... I'm still dealing with all this crap, you know? The Mark, everything that happened. And sometimes... I don't know if I'll ever be the same."

Julia stepped closer, resting a hand on his arm. "You don't have to be the same. You just have to be you."

Dean looked down at her, his expression softening. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make everything sound so simple."

Julia smiled, squeezing his arm gently. "It's not simple. But I know we'll work it out.”

Dean's eyes lingered on her for a moment before he pulled her into a tight embrace. He didn't say anything, but the way he held her said enough. He was still struggling, still haunted by everything that had happened, but having Julia by his side made it all just a little bit more bearable.

After a few moments, Dean finally pulled back, looking down at her with a small, grateful smile. "Thanks."

"Anytime, Winchester."

They stood there for a moment longer before Dean finally retreated into his room, leaving Julia in the hallway with a sense of quiet resolve. She knew it wasn't over. The Mark, the guilt—those battles weren't going away anytime soon. But as long as they had each other, they'd find a way to keep fighting.

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DEAN WINCHESTER

[0.8k] wake me up before you go to bed : dean comes home to find a note from you taped by the bed.

[1.3k] touch : the first three times dean touched you.

[2.3k] photographs : when dean goes to hell, you realize you have almost no pictures of him. when he comes back, you take pictures every chance you get.

[3.0k] photographs (pt.2) : when dean disappears after killing dick, you're glad you took so many photos.

[1.8k] i lost my y/n : based on s15e13; when another sam and dean pop into the bunker, you learn how that dean lost his version of you.

[3.5k] facetime : you and dean facetime whenever he goes on a hunt, but things go south when he and sam are miles away.

[1.8k] hitched before the pit : it started when the djinn made dean realize he was in love with you and ends with you holding your dead husband in your arms.

[1.7k] another classic rock fan : a broken jukebox leads dean to a woman who's so much like him that she sweeps him off his feet.

[2.0k] sick of missing you : dean thought he had to let you go, but now he’s so sick of missing you.

[0.6k] love language : you’ve never said it, neither has he…is that weird?

[1.1k] too hot to argue : dean’s mad you were reckless during a hunt, but your lips just look so damn kissable!

[1.1k] lost comfort : dean hurt you when he was a demon, now it’s hard to sleep next to him.

[2.7k] showed me : dean helps you up your flirting game, but there’s really only one set of eyes you want on you.

[0.9k] birthday pie : you celebrate his birthday even when he’s gone.

[0.4k] privilege : a (belated) birthday drabble

[2.1k] too many beds : you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again.

[1.9k] comfort crowd : dean just needs you next to him.

[1.9k] poems : dean searches your room when you’re missing, and the love letters he finds break his heart.

[4.0k] he’s not a machine : when dean collapses from exhaustion, it takes everything in you not to beat the shit outta john.

CASTIEL

[1.5k] birth plan : you're pregnant with castiel's baby...or is it babies?

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Tattooed

A/N: A Dean Drabble requested by @wings-of-a-raven to help me write... SOMETHING. Thank you for the prompt baby, ILY

W/C: More than the 200 words requested, but less than 500

@kazosa @lovealways-j @deanwinchesterswitch

Summary: Dean takes you to get ink

“Sweetheart, I promise you, it’s not going to hurt.”

“Doubtful,” you muttered as you looked out the passenger window of the Impala, watching the buildings slowly going by on Main Street.

Dean pondered your response and cleared his throat. “Alright, well… it won’t hurt as bad as a demon using you as a meat suit.”

You turned and gave him a rueful glare before looking back out the window as Dean maneuvered his baby into an empty spot in front of the neon sign that flashed “TATTOOS”.

“Besides, I don’t know why you’re acting so afraid of a little pinch. I’ve seen you get tossed across the room half a dozen times. Watched your bones break and still pulled off beheading a vamp. Hell, last month alone I sewed you up at least five times, and you didn’t flinch. Once.”

“I know… this is just… different.”

Dean turned off the Impala while his gaze continued straight ahead. “That’s crap. There’s a reason you’re scared and I wanna know why.” He turned to look at you. When you didn’t acknowledge him, he gently took your chin between his fingers and guided your face so you would be looking at him. “C’mon, I thought we were past all this and that you trusted us. Trusted me.”

“I do trust you, Dean. This just feels so permanent.”

Dean snorted a laugh and sighed. “Well, yeah. Tattoos are pretty permanent.”

“No… I mean getting this tattoo is a permanent link to hunting; to living this crazy ass life that I don’t know if I am ready to live. Also,” you paused, knowing the ridicule you were about to endure, “I hate needles, a lot.”

"C'mon, I promise you everything will be okay. And ya know, if you ARE in pain afterwards, I have plenty of ways to keep you distracted." Dean paused, a devilish smirk on his lips.

That smile–there was no way you could resist it. You slid closer to him, your fingers lightly stroking the back of his neck and your lips hovering close to his. "Would you even do that thing I love?" You asked softly, raising a seductive brow. 

"God yes."

"Okay," you whispered, then kissed him tenderly. "Let's get this over with so we can get home and you can take care of me."

You glided your hand down his arm, and to the top of his thigh. Just the hint of of what was to come made his jeans snug.

"Heh, yeah… um, why don't you head on in. I'm gonna need a minute."

Unable to hide your amusement, you got out of the car, paused, and bent down to say one last thing before closing the door.

"Just for the record, I'm scared to death of this life, but it's worth every second, long as I do it with you."

With that, you closed the car door and headed in, ready to be branded a hunter for life.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Dean Winchester Drabbles/One Shots

All the links travel to ao3!

updated September 21 2024

** = smut

Main Masterlist

Adoration || Summary: it’s no secret Dean adores her.

Baby, I'm Yours || Summary: When news of your pregnancy comes to light, Dean rushes to your aid.

Bold Statements || Summary: mercenary work has its perks.

Broken Weddings || Summary: Dean misses your wedding to go on a hunt with Sam

Could Happiness Last? || Summary: Dean holds his child for the first time.

Daddy's First || Summary: Dean dreams of having a baby with you.

Demonic Taunts || Summary: Winchester brothers were psychotic in their own rights.... it seemed as though they'd gotten off on the fact that you were being tortured.... maybe so.

Drinks With Demons || Summary: looking for demons doesn't end to well for you.

Ever Play Tag, Darling? || Summary: Ever played tag with adrenaline running through your veins?

The Falling of Icarus || Summary: Dean winchester will do annything and every to take down Crowley. So when one of Crowley's supporters come to him in a time of desperation, Dean does anything he can to take it.

Forevermore Revenge || Summary: Years ago, you'd witnessed the murder of your parents. After tons of consoling and peace of mind, you decide to finally have a chat with the man who did the deed. It wasn't at all what you'd expected.

In the Lonely Shadows || Summary: Crowely's always there to help convince you everything's going to be okay after Dean leaves with Lisa & Ben.

It's Going to Be Okay || Summary: you’re stressed about the apocalypse

Leather Confessions || Summary: By reading your journal, Dean finds out a secret of yours

Little Pet Shop || Summary: After gathering the shopping list, you and Dean run out to grab some things, only for you to convince Dean to stop at a nearby pet store.

Losing Control || Summary: You’d never tell a soul where Sam was being tortured.

Love of the Rivaling Seaboard || Summary: After being at sea for months at a time, you'd never expect to see your 'rival' at the docks with your crew...however the reunion is anything but hostile. [tumblr link]

Mourning You || Summary: are you a demon or human?

Never Again || Summary: he was still normal… right?

Never Be Yours Again || Summary: dean runs into his ex partner on a hunt in a hotel. (Male!reader)

No Love For You || Summary: Dean knows exactly where it hurts….

Not Your Time || Summary: when you can't find Dean, you go looking for him, only to come to find your worst nightmare.

Patience With Love || Summary: Dean comes home feeling sullen about the loss of his favorite patient.

S.O.S. || Summary: you find out Dean had said yes to Michael after all…. [TUMBLR LINK]

See You Again || Summary: When dean turns into a demon, you make the ultimate sacrifice…

Sleeping Cuddles || Summary: One morning laying next to Dean.

Snuggles || Summary: Dean holds his newborn baby in his arms while you watch in amazement.

Something Wicked This Way Comes || Summary: Living as a witch isn’t as fun as you’d think.

Sunshine in Darkness || Summary: You always loved waking up next to Dean

A Thousand Years || Summary: Happiness never lasts

Traitors Everywhere || Summary: You try and find dean before he kills the innocent

Trusted Loss || Summary: Dean finds out you cheated on him with lucifer.

Wedding Dates || Summary: Dean aks you to pretend to be his date at his father’s wedding.

Worrisome || Summary: you went out for groceries only to be rescued by Dean after being captured by a pack of werewolves.

Your Savior Will Come || Summary: you run to your best friend for help after you escape your abusive boyfriend dean.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

When the Stars Love You

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Summary: Dean belongs in the starlight.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Implied smut, angst, fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,028

A/N: So the beautiful @deanwinchesterswitch created the gorgeous aesthetic above as a request, and the original post can be found here. I was very inspired by this amazing piece of art, and with her permission I've written this little drabble in response to that inspiration. Thank you for this, Kym.

I'm placing this story somewhere in the 15th season, I guess. It's sometime after they realize that Chuck has been playing them all along, and that all he wants is one specific kind of ending. It sees Dean questioning everything in his life, and not sure what's real and what's Chuck. Y/N tries to help him through.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @saradika

You loved Dean in the starlight. You were pretty sure the stars sparkled brighter when he was beneath them; they winked flirtatiously to get his attention. He'd turn his face up to them and they'd glow. You knew how they felt. When Dean focused his attention on you, you lit up too, bright and happy. 

But tonight had been tough. You'd shouted and raged at each other, throwing words like daggers, seeing whose aim was the most true. As usual, in matters of skill, Dean was the victor. His words sliced sharp and deep, and made you bleed. 

Even though you knew his heart - had connected it to your own with delicate stitches - his anger and desperate need to shove you away from him with both hands, often pulled the stitching loose, left your heart frayed and in danger of unraveling.

Sometimes you wanted to take scissors to them and cut him away from you for good, try to sew up the parts of you where he left holes. 

But then you'd remember the way the stars watched him, the way they would shine down on him, and gild him in gold; the way moonlight washed over his face, and made it clean and soft - shadow and light dancing over his skin the same way it moved through his soul.

Now, you walked out into the inky dark and looked for him shining in starlight, bathed by the moon. You found him stretched out on Baby's hood, and the night was kind to him, it was his home; he'd lived his whole life there. So his breathing was easy now, fresh night air filling his lungs, and his heart was open once again.

You felt his pain, his regret, in the way his eyes wouldn't settle on your face. He sat up, and the lights of nighttime shifted, showing his sadness and exhaustion. The wind whistled around you, a cloud passed over the moon, and they seemed to chastise you for disturbing their midnight prince. 

But the stars twinkled on. The lines of their movement, their path across the sky, reminded you that this man in front of you had been thrust into a destined life. He'd been told by god, by angels, all the heavenly host, even by a demon or two, that his reason for being, his sole purpose for walking in the waking world was to either die like a sacrificial lamb, or murder the boy he'd raised to a man. 

Both brothers had been raised for slaughter, and all god wanted was to see which one would be slaughtered and what other would be left behind to dissolve into darkness, and, of course, he wanted to see just how much of the world would fall with him.

It was a burden you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, and one you actively wished you could remove from the broad shoulders of the man you'd loved for most of your life. 

Dean finally looked at you fully, his deep green eyes shadowed in the darkness, but so filled with pain that even the stars couldn't watch anymore, and let the clouds cover their face.

A sound of low thunder rumbled from the east as the first, sharp, stinging needles of cold rain pelted you both. You ran the last few steps to him, as he jumped off the hood and dragged you into his arms. His kiss was hard and determined, like he was stamping you as his, before he pulled away and yanked you into the car with him.

Your kisses turned frantic as the squeaking metal door slammed shut. Hands flew over skin and tore at clothes, ripping the sodden material off and sucking the dampness from each other's skin. 

You were both seeking pleasure from the pain, apologizing for the words you'd used to skewer each other, by whispering beautiful, warm messages of love across cold, pebbled skin. Your hands sought forgiveness with each caress and you both gave it freely as your eyes locked and you fell together into the abyss.

The storm raged around you, and through you, fast and powerful, both tempests breaking on a scream of pleasure and a fiery bolt of lightning. The ecstasy ebbed, and the thunder grumbled its last, as the stars peeked out to brighten the aftermath. 

Dean's voice was deep and gentle, imitating the retreating thunder. 

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm just…"

He sighed deeply, not able to find the words.

"Lost." You finished for him. "You're lost. Chuck is trying to force you down the only path he's left open for you, so now you're scrambling in the dark trying to avoid the road and smashing through anything you think might be an obstacle."

Dean shook his head, awe in his expression at your ability to read him and understand him so easily. "Yes." He said simply. 

You shook her head and climbed into his lap. "I'm not an obstacle Dean. I wasn't shoved in your way to make you stumble." You took his big hand in yours. "I chose to be here and walk beside you." 

You felt his uncertainty and squeezed his hand tightly. "I promise it's true, and I’ll prove it to you, because no matter what you say or do, I'm gonna stay here beside you, and we're gonna destroy Chuck together."

You rolled down the window and let the damp, cool air rush over your exposed skin, turning his chin with your fingers so he was looking out the window at the stars bobbing and weaving through the clouds. 

"We don't have to follow Chuck. Let's pick a path in the stars and follow it. They'll lead us home."

The corner of Dean's mouth lifted sardonically. "Chuck made them too."

You shook your head, not convinced. "No, mother nature is stronger than him, and the stars love you. They're on our side."

Dean laughed softly. "You're nuts, woman."

But he kissed you softly, and you felt the kernel of hope bloom in your joined hearts. 

So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home

1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays. @lyarr24 @deans-spinster-witch @impalaslytherin @maggiegirl17 @akshi8278 @candy-coated-misery0731 @deanswaywardgirl @slytherinlyn314 @globetrotter28 @jensensgirl @perpetualabsurdity @tristanrosspada-ackles @djs8891 @muhahaha303 @kayyay1219 @emily-winchester @recoveringpastaaddict @maximumkillshot @mimaria420 @sacriceria @envyaurora95 @lacilou @jc-winchester @spnwoman @mimi-luvzyu

2 - Dean Winchester Fics Only. @carryonwaywardgirl

3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.) @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @alexxavicry @nancymcl @spalady26

4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well) @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @maliburenee @supernatural4life2022 @spn730015 @kickingitwithkirk @waywardbaby @foxyjwls007 @deanwanddamons @deandreamernp @deanwithscissors @myloversgone @snowlovespie @leigh70 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @charred-angelwings @hopefuldreamers-world @jensensgotyoudean @thoughts-and-funnies @magssteenkamp @princessmisery666 @eevvvaa @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @bernasaurus @jensenslady79 @courtn92 @avanatural @ellie-andthemachine @this-is-me19 @roseblue373 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @fanfic-n-tabulous