#hes here hes breathing that’s enough RELAX DEAN

[butchjess]

jess’ mere presence triggers some sort of strange possessive reaction from all of rorys bfs like they will not give him a moment of peace he didnt even do anything yet in both scenarios and dean and logan both wanted him DEAD. NOT ALIVE. and its bc they saw how rory (always has and always will) gravitates towards him they had to shut that shit down immediately. terrible vibes. its like trying to keep ur cat away from a stick of butter that it really wants to eat. you can’t do it.

[clairenatural]

Dean doesn't like the word "boyfriend." He decides this the second time Cas says it–the first time it was new, shiny, exciting. The second time, he fights the urge to cringe.

It's not the "boy" part. It's not. It would have been, for a long time, but he's dug all that shit up and unpacked all the suitcases. They hold hands in public. They kiss goodbye in front of his coworkers at the garage.

It's just–not enough. Not nearly. Jack comes home from hanging out with his friends and fills Dean on the gossip and his boyfriend and her girlfriend and–that's not them. "Boyfriend" feels like a cheap mockery. Like how demons used to tease.

He's heard "partner." He's heard it from Sam, to Eileen, but he doesn't know how he can stomach it. He's said that word too many times. I'm Agent Tyler and this is my partner, Agent Perry. This is my partner, Agent Page. My partner, Agent Stills. All lies. Sam says he likes it, that he's making it mean something real. Besides, Eileen loves it.

Good for them, Dean thinks. It makes his skin crawl.

So he sticks with “boyfriend” and he shrugs off the funny urge to protest every time Cas says it. It makes him happy, and honestly, it’s not like he has an alternative.

It’s a Sunday when he realizes that somehow, Cas does. They’re at the farmer’s market, like Cas is every weekend, but Dean had picked up weekend shifts and missed the past few. Cas is excited the whole way there, telling Dean about how he’d manage to befriend the local honey vendor in his absence, how she’d invited him to a beginner’s apiarist group she helps run. They beeline (heh) to the honey booth as soon as they get there, and the woman--Judith? Janice?--smiles up at them both, hands Cas a jar of honey like she’d been expecting him, and says “Oh, this must be the husband! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the honey. Judith/Janice stares at both of them, smile fading as the silence goes on a beat too long. 

Dean clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. The husband, that’s me! Ha ha.” Beside him, Cas relaxes, just barely. In front of him, the woman breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Dean shifts. “Just didn’t, um. Realize I was such a hot topic.” 

The smile he gets is almost sympathetic. “Oh, only good things. Here,” she hands him a business card. “You should also come out to our meeting on Wednesday. Lots of people bring their partners.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “Beekeeping can be wonderful for couples.”

It’s at this point that Cas clears his throat and finally looks up from the honey in his hand, evidently giving up hope on escaping this conversation. “Thank you, Janet.” (oh. Janet.) “Dean works late on Wednesdays, but I’m very excited to see you all.” He’s pulling out money as he says this, apparently deciding to just go ahead and end the entire interaction. He hands her the bills, grabs Dean’s hand, and is already moving away from the booth by the time Janet calls “See you Wednesday!” after them.

Cas drags him all the way back to the car without stopping for tomatoes, or Sam's carrots, or the free-range eggs that are way too expensive but Cas buys anyway because you can taste when the hen is well cared-for, Dean (whatever that means). They slide into the car, still not talking, and sit in silence for several long seconds. Dean stares at Cas, who stares out the windshield at the parking lot.

"I can explain," Cas speaks, finally, right as Dean was about to open his mouth and say anything to break the silence.

Dean pauses. Can you? Cause I feel like I missed a few chapters, he thinks.

"I don't work late on Wednesdays," he says instead.

"Oh." Now it's Cas staring at Dean, and Dean staring out at the asphalt.

He turns the keys. He drives them home.

Later, making dinner, Dean rolls the word around in his head. Husband. He's making his husband pasta (It's missing the tomatoes. He's made more with less).

Husband doesn't feel like a costume, like an ill-fitting suit and scratchy tie. It doesn't feel like high school gossip, or a monster trying to hit him where it hurts. It settles in warm in his chest.

It's just the two of them that night, and they're eating in the comfortable silence of the bunker until Dean clears his throat and brings it up. "Why does Janet at the farmer's market think we're married?"

Cas pauses, fork of pasta halfway to his mouth. He puts the fork down and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," Dean hurries to clarify. "It's just that there's usually, uh. Steps, you know. Like a whole....thing."

"I'm aware." Cas sighs. "She assumed, seeing us around - the first time I spoke to her without you, she asked where my husband was. And I..."

"You didn't correct her?"

"...No. I, um." Cas is looking down at his plate again. He picks up the fork, still half-full of pasta, then puts it back down again. "I didn't want to?" He says the end of the sentence like a question but looks back up at Dean and squints just a bit, and Dean knows he's watching for a reaction.

"Uh huh."

"It felt trivial."

"To tell her we're not married?"

"To call you my boyfriend." For the first time, he stumbles over the word.

Dean blinks. "You--" he stops, brain processing too much information to finish that sentence. "Okay." He leans back in his chair. Sighs. Rubs a hand across his eyes and lets it drag down his face. "Okay, listen. I don't like boyfriend either, but we gotta...talk about it."

"We are talking about it. You don't like it either?" Cas leans forward as Dean slumps back, following him across the table.

Dean snorts. "No, man." He shakes his head. "It's been a decade. I've seen you die." Six times. But who's counting.

"I agree." Cas pauses, and then, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world, "Will you marry me?"

Dean actually laughs at this. "You're asking me that now?"

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. "I've grown quite fond of calling you my husband at the farmer's market. I'd like to continue."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. It's not how he'd pictured it going, but he also can't think of it going any other way. Slowly, he nods. "Yeah, okay. Let's be husbands."

Across the table, Cas grins at him.

"But we're getting rings," Dean points a finger at him, because something about this is going to be normal.

"If you'd like. Although I already told Janet that you can't wear a ring because of your work at the garage, and I don't wear mine in solidarity."

"Rings," Dean insists, and decides to overlook the rest of that sentence. For now. He stabs his fork into a pile of the pasta. "And let me stop for the damn tomatoes next time."

They get rings and wear them on chains around their necks. Cas puts a beehive on the hill, and there's a small ceremony in the summer - a "vow renewal" to Cas' beekeeping group, who all receive invites attached to little jars of honey. Janet gets the nicest one.

[wandering-winchesters]

Comfort in the Dark

Summary: Dean Winchester seeks solace in your embrace during a vulnerable night.

The room is dark, with only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls. You’re half asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness, when you feel the mattress dip slightly beside you. It’s subtle, almost unnoticeable, but then you hear the sound of soft, measured breathing, followed by the warm presence of someone close. 

You blink your eyes open, and there he is—Dean Winchester, sliding under the covers with you. His movements are hesitant, almost uncertain, as if he’s not entirely sure of what he’s doing. This is new, uncharted territory for both of you.

“Dean?” you murmur, your voice thick with sleep and surprise. He doesn’t answer immediately, just settles beside you, closer than he’s ever been. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against his chest. The weight of his body, the solid warmth of him, is comforting in a way that’s both familiar and strange at the same time.

“Sorry,” he finally mutters, his voice a rough whisper in the stillness. “I just… I couldn’t sleep.”

You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled tight as if he’s waiting for you to push him away, to tell him to leave. But you don’t. Instead, you reach up and gently run your fingers through his hair, soothing and calming. It’s a small gesture, but it seems to be exactly what he needs.

Dean exhales, a long, shaky breath that you didn’t realize he was holding. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel the faint tremble in his shoulders. It’s then that you realize just how much he’s been holding in, all the stress and fear he never lets anyone see. The weight of the world on his shoulders is too much for him tonight, and he’s turned to you for comfort, something he’s never done before.

“I’m here,” you whisper back, your hand moving in slow, calming strokes through his hair and across his back. “You’re not alone.”

He doesn’t say anything more, just holds you tighter, as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. You can feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady now, and you know he’s starting to relax. Slowly, his tension melts away, and you feel him begin to drift off, his grip on you loosening slightly but never fully letting go.

You close your eyes again, your heart beating a little faster, a little steadier, knowing that for tonight, you’re the one thing keeping Dean Winchester from falling apart. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to help you both find a little peace in the darkness.

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@roseblue373 @jc-winchester @hobby27 @mishreem

[miserable-sarah]

Caught 18+

Pairings: Sam X Reader Warnings: smut, NSFW, cursing, oral (F), dirty talk Requested: hii!! i have a request for Sam, so like maybe dean goes to the store or sm and sam and yn get things a lot steamy and they go to sam’s room (they’re dating) and like when dean gets back he enters sam’s room without knocking and he walks in on them?? i feel like it would be so funny😭, thank u💞💞

"Finally!" You sigh dramatically "home" You sink into the couch, your body is so sore from the hunt and the car ride back to the bunker. Sam blops down next to you, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer into him.

"How are you feeling?" He asks you quietly. You both watch Dean pace around the bunker, he's definitely looking for something but can't find it.

"I feel better, still a little sore." you tell Sam. Sam's hand lightly rubs your shoulder up and down. "What do you think he's looking for?"

"I honestly have no idea" you and Sam still watch as Dean continues his search. You groan as you move to get more comfortable. "Maybe you should get a hot shower." He says kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, I think I will." Sam helps you get off the couch. "Go help your brother." You say giving him a quick kiss. Just as you were about to walk away, Sam pulls your arm and brings you back to him. He kisses you deeper with meaning. Sam pulls away and smirks at you.

"You're naughty." You jokingly say.

~

You let the hot water hit your body, your muscles seem to be more relaxed. Sam was right this was a good idea. The last hunt wasn't anything crazy, nothing you couldn't handle it's just really rough on the body. Plus being in the car for hours doesn't help. You just needed to stretch and shower. You hear a faint knock on the door bringing you back to reality. You hear the bathroom door open and close.

"Sam?" You ask waiting for him to answer. Sam doesn't say anything instead he opens the curtain and hops in. "Sam!" you squeal, you try to cover your body but it doesn't work well.

"I'm just here to help." He smiles at you sweetly.

"Help?" You ask confused. Sam moves in closer, his body touching yours. You can feel your breathing change and your body heat up.

"You're so tense. I just want to help you relax."

"O-Okay" You stutter. Sam quickly presses you against the shower wall. His lips are attacking yours. Your hands are roaming around his body, it's familiar territory but it still surprises you every time. He still gets you so nervous and flustered. His hands hold your waist in place, he kisses and sucks on your neck. You let out a moan, a little one. It was loud enough for him to hear though. Sam presses his body against yours letting you feel him. That alone made you moan louder. You love his body, his warmth, you love how he feels and how he makes you feel.

"Sam" You moan softly.

"Yes baby?" He says softly still nibbling at your skin.

"Please touch me." You can feel his smirk on your neck. Sam was big into begging, he loved to hear you beg for him. His hand slowly traveled down your side to your thigh, he squeezed it softly before lifting it up. Sam pulled back from your neck and chest, his eyes burning into yours.

"Are you sure?" Sam asks, inching his hand closer and closer to your heat.

"Y-yes, please" you whisper. Just as he's about to touch you he stops.

"I've got a better idea." He says smirking at you. He kisses down your chest to your breasts, he kisses and nibbles at both of them for a short while. He continues to sink down to his knees, and kiss down your stomach. He lifts your leg over his shoulder, you feel him place a soft kiss on both of your thighs. You moan in excitement. Sam wastes no time, he licks and sucks on your clit. You let out a whimper, you needed this kind of release and you didn't even know it. You close your eyes and let your head hit the shower wall. You keep your moans quiet, well you try to but it's hard.

"Sam" You moan, he doesn't stop he just goes faster. His hand moves to help hold you up. You feel Sam enter 2 fingers in you. "Oh my-" You squeeze your eyes shut. Your breathing is uneven as his fingers pump in and out of you hitting your g-spot every time. He is so talented.

"You taste so good." Sam says looking up at you. You squirm around as his fingers still work inside you. "Let me see those pretty eyes baby."

You look down at Sam, he looks beautiful in between your legs all wet from the shower. The sight alone could finish you. "That's better" Sam says before going back. He adds another finger and his tongue licks all around. You can't handle the pleasure. Your moans are getting louder as you watch him, his face is focused on what he's doing, his muscles are flexing from the work he's putting in, his body is soaking wet, and his grunts and groans are turning you on even more.

You can feel your legs shaking, you know you're close. "Sam I'm gonna cum." You whimper/moan. You can barely speak at this point, you can only make noises. Sam helps you get there, his fingers pounding in you deeper still hitting your g-spot, he pulls his fingers out and his hand steadys you. Your whole body is trembling as he sucks and licks on your clit. You're so close you know you're going to cum any second.

Sam stops. Your mouth drops. "Sam!" You say louder than expected.

Sam stands up towering over you. His body pressed against yours you almost forget what just happened. "Jump" He whispers in your ear. You listen of course and he catches you, he steps out of the shower and goes to open the door.

"What about Dean?!" you ask quickly trying to stop him

"He's not here." He kisses you passionately opening the door and carrying you to his room. Sam places you down on his bed and hovers over you. "You're so beautiful." He kisses you softly. You shyly smile at him. He's so sweet when he wants to be.

You push Sam down beside you and climb on top. "Don't you think I should take care of you?" You smirk at him.

"No, this is all about you, and you relaxing." He says before fipping you over again, you can't help but giggle. Sam spreads your legs open and places one on top of his shoulder, again. You shudder when you feel his hard cock at your entrance.

"Please, fuck me." You say without realizing what you said, you just want him so bad.

"I can do that." Sam slowly slides inside you, you let out a moan.

"You feel so good." You say arching your back. Sam's hands grab at your waist holding you down. You move a lot and he knows that.

"Fuck." He hisses. He loves the way you stretch around him, he always has. Sam keeps a good pace, he of course hits your g-spot every time he thrusts in you. "You're so good baby, so wet for me." His grip on your hips gets harder, his thrusts get deeper and harder.

"So full." Is all you can get out, you try to say other things but you can't it just comes out as different moans. Sam is making you go dumb, like always. Sam leans down and places his head on your shoulder. You place your hand in his hair pulling on it. He can hear your quiet whimpers, it's egging him on to contuine fucking you this way.

"You're close, huh baby?" Sam asks,he can feel you squeezing his cock. You shake your head yes. You pull Sam into a kiss, you wanted to try to control your moans and he's so kissable. "Look at me baby." He says pulling away, you don't break eye contact with him. "I love watching you cum for me, you're so pretty when you're coming undone for me." His thrusts are becoming even faster and harder.

"Sam!" Is all you can say, you can feel your whole body trembling, your legs shaking, you can't help but close your eyes, all you can see are stars, you couldn't make a sound.

"Damn baby, you're squeezing me so tight." Sam says as he continues to pound you, his words mean nothing to you because you can't comprehend anything.

When you come back to Earth, you can tell Sam is tired and so close. "Lay down baby." you say to him "Let me take care of you." You kiss his arms softly. Sam listens and lays down on his back, with shakey legs you crawl on top of him. You waste no time, you slowly sink down on him causing him to groan. You slowly move your hips, Sam places his hands on your hips trying to guide you, he's being impatient. You start to bounce up and down, once you have a good rhythm Sam places his hands all over your body cupping your breasts, and your ass. Your moans are getting him even closer, you can feel him twitch inside you.

"Cum inside me baby." You say bouncing faster, you take his hands and place them on your breasts, "Cum for me." You moan. You hear Sam moan loudly and feel him fill you up. You still slowly bounce on him trying to help him ride his high.

"Hey, I'm back and I got this-"

"Oh my god!" You scream as you look at the open door and Dean standing there.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" He yells confused. Sam pushes you down on top of him and covers you up.

"Dude! Get out!" Sam yells, Dean snaps back and closes the door.

"Oh my god" You hide your face in his chest.

"It's okay, he didn't see anything." Sam kisses the top of your head with a chuckle. You look at Sam and just laugh.

"Why didn't he knock?" You laugh again.

~

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— BEING DEAN’S WIFE

REQUEST : “Hey, can i request a hcs of be Dean Winchester or Jensen ackles wife? and be super sweet and pure girl that is younger than them” — anonymous

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : fluff, angst (if you squeeze your eyes together, til you make a crescent moon shape), a little bit of nsfw at the very end bc it’s hilarious

A/N : uh, yeah, here’s a little gift! I didn’t wanna do university work so i did this instead ☺️ anyway, i think this is just a list of things i love about dean… LMAO XXXX

he will just stare at you for no reason

well, the reason is actually that he thinks your lovely to look at LOL

all those chick flicks he secretly loves to watch? yeah, he’ll recite the romantic stuff because he’s literally down bad for you

… he’s cringing on the inside but also knows he means every word

he’s so pathetic for you and he doesn’t even care

he loves to give you forehead kisses

and he wants them, too, but your lips need to linger a bit, and he’ll close his eyes and just release all the tension in his body because he’s touch starved

he plays with your wedding ring when your hand is right there in his line of sight

he will hold your hand and just stare at the way the ring shines in the sunlight and he will grin like a gigantic dork

ex : if your talking to him or someone else, he’ll just take your hand and gently run his fingers over the ring

he likes when you hold his head against your stomach

when he’s sitting and you’re standing and you move between his legs just to hold his adorable little face close to you, HE LOVES THAT

you’ll let him talk for hours about things he likes, things he wants to share with you

and when you admit you have no idea what he’s talking about when he makes references to old pop culture stuff, he’ll show you everything

.. if all that stuff he references was associated with something else, now it’s all associated with you and him

it’s like THERAPY, to redo stuff with you, to make it his again, and yours

teaching him how to use technology because he’s an old man (affectionate), and he learns fast bc he’s SMART

LOL, witnessing firsthand how genius and resourceful dean is when something breaks [yeah, I can’t stop thinking about him making his own EMF and Sammy being a complete NIPPLEHEAD (affectionate) about it ! as a STEM girly that was so sexy of dean]

HELLO HE SINGS, TO YOU. HE WILL SING YOU ALL THE LOVE SONGS OMG

or he’ll just sing randomly and not even notice that you’re listening to him

silence, comfortable silence, not sad, just.. peaceful

he likes not having to say anything sometimes, just being there with you

he plays with your hair A LOT, he’ll take strands and just feel the texture of it between his fingertips, he’ll even try to do your hair if you let him, if it’s long enough

CUDDLES, he needs that, too.

but he’d rather be on top when you cuddle, with his cute face on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, to your breathing, falling asleep if you run your fingers gently along his back or if you play with his hair

Dean starts mumbling a lot against your chest or shoulder when you’re just relaxing and having lazy conversation as you cuddle

how about KISSING HIS LITTLE DIMPLES??? idk about you but I just wanna kiss his little dimples when he does that specific SMILE or POUT, ya know what I mean! •ᴗ•?? or •~• ???

he flirts with you because you blush so easily

he gets flustered when you flirt back, BC HE’S NOT USED TO IT

he looks like a strawberry, just eatable, with the tips of his ears all red, then the pinkish hue pouring across his freckled cheeks and down his neck in cute little splotches 😭 ALRIGHT YEAH I THINK ABOUT THIS OFTEN

teasing him ABOUT EVERYTHING because that’s hilarious, and he’s indignant but also knows you’re so right and he’ll roll his eyes at you and pretend he’s mad

he can never be mad at you, only playfully!

UHHH ! KISSING THE LITTLE WRINKLES AT THE CORNER OF HIS PRETTY EYES !!!

squeezing him very tightly when you hug and just holding him until he’s practically putting all his weight over you like a willow tree

he’ll bother you on purpose, especially if you’re serious

ex : he takes strands of your hair and will put it in your ear LMAOO or tickle your face with it bc he’s never gonna let a single moment be boring

he grins like the cutest idiot in the world and you can’t be mad at him because he looks LIKE THAT, like the cutest idiot in the whole universe

wearing his clothes and pretending to be him, he thinks it’s cute and funny

he’ll hold your face a lot

and kiss you all over bc you’re cute and pure and deserve all the affection he can offer

and his hands are big and calloused, but he’s so tender and gentle, and warm

hugs from behind

smashing your face into his back and taking in the smell of his body (Mrs Butters lied, Dean smells good)

he’ll love the smell of your hair when he nuzzles into your neck, or the smell of your skin, or the softness of it

going on cute dates, like picnics, watching movies, going to the cinema, going to comic book stores

watching Disney movies together and he can recite the Dory movie by heart because HE LOVES THAT FISH FR

he’ll make you playlists of songs that remind him of you

He takes lots of photos, Polaroids are his favourite because he gets to put them anywhere and everywhere so he can smile and see you if you’re ever busy

you’ll always dress up on Halloween or just for fun whenever he wants

✨healing his inner child✨

grocery shopping together, he pouts when you don’t let him be unhealthy

if you’re short, he’s making fun of you for being shorter than him when he has to reach for stuff on shelves that you can’t reach even on your toes

he teaches you how to cook if you don’t know how to

and you eat the crazy food combinations he comes up with, like those marshmallow mac and cheese he said he made for Sam when they were kids , I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT TASTES LIKE

he teaches you how to fix cars! he’ll stare at you when you’re being silly ANYWAY PLS TEACH ME DEAN PLS

HAHAHAHAH but like hahahahah as in, 👀 the cute little names he calls you, and you thought they were cringe when couples said them to each other but actually when HE says it to YOU it makes you swoon and you blush, but you pretend you hate it at first because you’re not used to it but he can see through you, you love it

(I’m convinced that if he calls me darlin’, I will die on the spot, or my illnesses will be cured idk idk, I just know something spontaneous or magical will happen)

sharing everything, as in food

he’ll eat your leftovers, if there are any

or if he likes your stuff better than what he’s got, he’ll eat it when he think you’re not looking, but you are definitely aware, you’re just pretending because he’s so cute

trying all the Starbucks drinks together

having to deal with his grumpiness in the morning

even better, you’re not a morning person either so you’re both grumpy

he’s so cute when he’s had his first cup of coffee in the morning :’)

when you shower together, you both play with the shampoo on you heads LMAO

he gives really good massages, like MIND-BLOWINGLY GOOD, I know them hands are magical

BUYING EACH OTHER JEWELLERY, he’s too pretty to not wear jewellery

kissing his freckles BC HES CUTE AND he blushes

kissing his scars (flashback of emo memes) NO, not saying anything about them, just gently pressing your lips on his sensitive skin so he’s not insecure about all of them

reading all sorts of magazines together BC THERES NO TOXIC MASCULINITY IN MY HOUSEHOLD AND MY BOY IS ALLOWED TO DO WHAT HE WANTS YA DUMB— right, anyway

he throws you over his shoulder and then walks around to bother you

butt smacking, that’s it, imagine the possibilities

pretending he’s picking you up at bars (like Claire and Phil from Modern Family 😭)

he’ll throw out his best pick up lines and you have to hold in your laughter at the faces he makes ALSO it works bc that’s your husband

being the best husband when you’re sick

making the yummiest foods and making sure your taking natural vitamins along with medicine

hanging out with you the whole time, not caring that you’re sick even though he’s kind of a germaphobe

whining a lot when he’s sick, but he’s partially just messing with you bc he wasn’t allowed to whine about anything as a kid (I’m right behind you, John)

he’s holding your boobs for comfort LMAO

I feel like he likes to bite, so he bites you a lot for no reason, and then goes about his day

pretending to have accents

more importantly, Dean knows how to speak Spanish, supernatural lied (all that porn and all those novelas and nothing stuck? nah, he’s very good at Spanish)

so he’ll try to seduce you with his Spanish speaking skills (and if you’re Latina/hispanic like me, you think it’s so sexy or it’s just plain cute, idk yet)

playing video games together and being very competitive

he’s very clean and very neat so you never have to tell him to clean up after himself !

he’s very protective of you, but never oversteps bc he knows you can handle yourself

he likes introducing you as his wife

it’s probably not even necessary but he’ll say it very loud and with a gigantic smile and he’ll embarrass you but it’s okay bc it’s Dean

he lies and says he’s your sugar daddy when people comment about the age gap

dude, dude, he’ll tease you a lot like… 🤣 he’ll copy your moans, or repeat stuff you said to him during sex. he’ll tell you very descriptively about how it all went down and the faces you made and the sounds you made.. you know, like in rock and a hard place [09.08]

especially if you’re shy

you wanna strangle him, but you don’t bc he’s the love of your life !

did I do this right? :( doesn’t matter, add some headcannons in the tags or comments 😭 i love husband!dean

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[uncouth-the-fifth]

here is my collection of sam and dean winchester reader-inserts 🧛‍♂️👻 enjoy!

Baby I'll Stay (Heaven Can Wait) (witch glamors, fluff, motel smut)

On a hunt with Sam and Dean, your childhood friends and long-term hunting partners, you choose to play bait in order to kill a powerful witch. Thing is, the witch uses a glamor that masks him as the seer's perfect partner—and to you, he looks exactly like Sam.

(You Are A) Natural, Baby (virgin Sam, pure impala sex lol)

part one (oral): You played your fingers on the wheel. Bent over it, squinting at the rain. Slumped back in your seat. All the while, Sam watched you go through the motions passively. He already knew what you knew: you'd have to camp here for the night. Just the two of you. Alone.

part two (oral, sex): “No wonder you’re so wet,” Sam rasps, “you’re already close, aren’t you?” You conceded with a pathetic nod, breathing hard. “All this just from blowing me…” Sam smirks.

Playing House (fake dating + couples cruise) for @daiziesssart

part one: You rolled around everything you wanted to explain to him in your head, but none of it sounded right. Somehow, you landed on: “You think it’s gonna be weird, pretending to be married?” Sam shrugged. “We did it all the time when we were kids, playin’ house.” He closed the zipper of his boot, flashing you an innocent smile. “Can’t be that different, right?"

part two: “My name is _____ Patton,” you introduce in your smoothest, surest voice, “and this is my amazing husband Sam. We’ve been married for…” “—three weeks now,” Sam finishes for you.

Click (first time + cozy winter cabin aesthetic) for @daffodil-mania

“I’m just wondering,” Sam winces, knowing his question is stupid, “why are you still a virgin?” You’re about to laugh in his face, but the earnestness in Sam’s voice makes you hesitate. His question is a genuine one. “...That sounds awful, m’ sorry. But, c’mon. You’re smart enough to know how pretty you are. Charmin’ enough to use it, too. I mean, I’d…” He caught himself. “—Anyone, would, uh…” Sam didn’t finish his thought. He changed his grip on the shotgun swinging from his hand, self-conscious, and cleared his throat. Well. That wasn’t obvious at all. No way in hell you were leaving that alone.

Click, p.2 (angsty love confession sex + season five) for @daffodil-mania

He’s really here. The part of you that had worried the argument with Sam would be your last wails with joy. He’s here, alive and in front of you. No matter how awkward you feel you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him. By the buttery light of your bedside lamp, he literally glows with beauty, and you realize he’d scrubbed his boots off on your welcome mat to not track mud in, and he’d hung up his rain-soaked jacket in your shower to dry. Stupid polite Sam things. You dare to glance back at your kitchen, then swivel to squint at him. “Did you… do my dishes?” Sam lets his hands relax into his lap and nods, shy. He’s looking at you in a way he never really has before, eyes big and soul-rending. “…Yeah. I used the key you gave me to get in… Hope that’s okay.”

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch (birthday fluff for the boy!!!)

You wake up early to make sure you're the first person to wish Sam a happy birthday—since he's basically never had one before.

One of These Nights (cheating-but-not actually angst + Impala makeup sex) for @lacilou

“S’ a good night,” Dean tells you, beaming, “we can do another round, right?” “Hell yeah,” you shrug, and raise your empty glass, “Here’s to alcohol poisoning, baby.” “Yeah,” Dean echoes, almost slurring. “Baby."

[castiwls]

stanford - s.w

Pairing; Sam & Sister!reader

Synopsis; Your younger brother has a big question

Warnings; None

Notes; A few ppl asked for this so here it is :) I guess this is part of a Middle!child au which I'm debating on making I lowkey really love writing this dynamic! Also requests for platonic and romantic are open just check my request page on my account

Masterlist | Middle!child headcanons

It wasn’t abnormal for your little brother to ask if you would come to eat with him after school. It was almost like a small tradition between you, Sam, and Dean that you would both meet him at whatever high school he was currently in every Friday and walk to the nearest diner. Doing this was the only sense of routine that you had ever found in your life.

This time was different though. Firstly Sam had asked you to come alone, something which struck you as strange but nevertheless, you showed up alone at his school, much to his relief. You’d also noticed Sam was more shifty than normal. On the walk to the diner, you’d both chatted as normal, but you’d noticed how your brother seemed to be fiddling with something in his pocket. Even now as you both sat waiting for your food you could still see him fiddling with his pocket.

“Sam, what's wrong?” You asked breaking the silence between the two of you. Sam looked up, his eyes slightly wide as he looked at you. He opened his mouth a few times before shaking his head. “If I tell you this promise you won’t tell Dad…or Dean.”

You frowned slightly at his words. Not telling your dad you could understand but Dean? That was new. “That depends…no ones in danger are they?” You tilted your head slightly. Sam quickly shook his head. “No. No one’s in danger.” He laughed slightly. “Nothing dangerous I promise.” 

You nodded smiling at him. “So what is it?” You leaned forward slightly on the table. Sam seemed to mull over something for a moment before hesitantly reaching for something out of his pocket. Slowly he pushed a small pamphlet towards you.

You looked at the pamphlet and then back to him. Sam looked away fiddling with his jacket as he seemingly waited for you to read the pamphlet. Sucking in a breath you pulled the pamphlet towards you opening it.

As you read your eyes widened slightly in shock. You briefly looked to Sam who was still occupied with his jacket before looking back down to the paper. “Stanford? Really?” You placed the small pamphlet down. “Sam, this is amazing.” You grinned reaching over to grab his hand.

A look of relief crossed his face as he visibly relaxed. He laughed slightly looking down at the pamphlet. “My teacher thinks it’s possible.” He spoke. “She thinks I have the grades to apply through the college to get a full ride.” You nodded. You couldn’t help but widen the grin on your face at the thought of your brother being smart enough for Stanford. This was huge.

Sam had mentioned his interest in Law and you’d happily listened and encouraged him to read more into it but you’d never expected this. Sam nodded to the pamphlet. “I just need a signature from an adult and I know Dad won’t sign it.” 

You inspected the pamphlet again for a moment. “If I sign this you have a shot at Stanford?”

Your younger brother nodded a look of hope in his eyes.

You were quiet for a moment as you considered the information. You knew your Dad would flip if he ever found out about Sam’s hopes for the future, but he would flip even more if he found out that his own daughter and gone behind his back and signed off on something this large.

But at the same time sitting here now seeing your brother's eyes full of hope pulled at your heart. You wanted nothing more than for your brothers to be happy and if going to Stanford was what would make Sam happy then you were not going to stand in his way. You nodded to yourself before looking back to Sam.

This was his way out. His way of getting that normal life you so wanted him to have.

“Of course, I’ll sign it.”

[lila-lou]

✨Obsessed - Pt. 7 (The End)✨

Summary: After weeks of searching, you finally found Dean. However, he was no longer the man you had been in love with- but more importantly, no longer the man who never returned your love. Because now, in his twisted state, he was somehow obsessed with you.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, breastfeeding (seems like people might be offended by this)

Word Count: 4574

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Around ten minutes later, you were already in your private room, the environment calm and quiet. Dean was right by your side, never taking his eyes off you or the baby. He looked at you with so much love and pride, it made your heart swell.

A nurse came in, her demeanor gentle and professional. “Would you like to try feeding him?”, she asked, her voice soft. “He must be very hungry and exhausted after the journey he just had”.

You nodded, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. The nurse smiled warmly and approached the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. “Alright”, she said gently. “Let’s get you both comfortable”.

She helped you adjust the pillows behind your back, ensuring you had enough support. Dean watched intently, his eyes never leaving your face. The nurse then guided you on how to position the baby, her hands steady and reassuring.

“Try to hold him like this”, she instructed, demonstrating the best way to cradle him close to your chest. “Support his head with your hand and make sure his mouth is aligned with your nipple”.

You followed her instructions, feeling the baby’s warm, soft body against you. His tiny head was cradled in your hand, and you could feel the delicate weight of him as he moved slightly, searching instinctively.

“Just guide him gently”, the nurse continued. “He’ll know what to do”.

With a deep breath, you helped your baby latch on, feeling a mix of relief and amazement as he began to nurse. The sensation was unfamiliar but profoundly intimate, a connection you had never experienced before. The baby’s small mouth moved rhythmically, his eyes closing as he fed.

With amazement in your eyes, you watched as your baby nursed. You gently brushed over his little cheek, feeling the soft, delicate skin beneath your fingers. It was the first time you had ever held a baby, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of doing something wrong.

Suddenly, your baby bit down on your nipple, and even though he didn’t have teeth, your nipple was so sensitive that you shook and let out a squeak. The unexpected reaction startled him and he immediately began to cry.

Panic surged through you, and you looked toward the nurse, clearly feeling helpless. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, you mumbled over and over, tears already forming in your eyes because you felt so bad.

The nurse stepped closer again, her presence calm and reassuring. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing just fine. Babies can get startled easily, but it’s not your fault. Let’s work through this together”.

She didn’t take the baby from you but instead knelt beside the bed, her demeanor soothing. “Here, let’s try to calm him down while he’s still with you. This will help you both build confidence”.

The nurse guided your hand to gently cradle the baby’s head, showing you how to support him more securely. “Hold him close to your chest, so he can hear your heartbeat. That sound is very familiar and comforting to him”.

You adjusted your hold, bringing the baby closer. His cries began to quiet slightly as he nestled against you, his tiny body fitting perfectly in your arms. The nurse then placed her hand over yours, guiding your motions. “Now, gently rock him back and forth. Not too fast, just a slow, steady rhythm”.

You followed her instructions, rocking your baby gently. His cries softened further, and you could feel his tiny muscles relaxing. The nurse continued to speak in a calm, encouraging tone. “You’re doing great. Babies can sense when their mothers are stressed, so taking deep breaths and staying calm helps him too”.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady your emotions. The nurse then showed you how to gently pat your baby’s back. “This can help soothe him as well. Light, rhythmic pats”.

As you patted his back gently, your baby’s cries subsided into soft whimpers, and eventually, he grew quiet, his little body relaxing completely. The nurse smiled warmly, her eyes filled with pride for you. “See? You did that. You calmed him down all by yourself”.

You looked down at your now calm baby, tears of relief and joy filling your eyes. “Thank you”, you whispered to the nurse, your voice trembling with gratitude.

Dean, who had been watching intently, leaned in and kissed your forehead again. “You were amazing, Y/N. Look at him. He’s so calm now”.

The nurse gave you a final nod of encouragement. “You’re a natural. Trust yourself and remember, it’s okay to ask for help. You’re doing wonderfully”.

The nurse, sensing your relief and renewed confidence, kindly urged you to continue feeding your baby. “Let’s try nursing again. He’s probably still hungry after that little interruption”, she said with a gentle smile.

You nodded and carefully positioned your baby once more, with the nurse’s reassuring guidance. Your baby latched on again, this time more smoothly, and began nursing.

As you nursed, another nurse entered the room, holding a clipboard. “Excuse me, we need to get the baby’s name for the records. Have you decided on one yet?”.

You smiled and looked over at Dean, who had the honor of choosing the name. He met your gaze with a proud smile. “His name is Ben”, Dean said, his voice filled with warmth and pride.

The nurse wrote down the name, then asked, “And the last name?”.

Before either of you could respond, Sam’s voice came from the doorway. “Winchester. He’s a Winchester”, he said proudly, stepping into the room with Castiel right behind him.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them. Despite the intimate setting, you didn’t mind their presence. Nursing a baby wasn’t anything sexual, and having the family around made the moment even more special.

Sam’s face lit up as he took in the scene. “Sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see my nephew”, he said, his tone both touched and amused.

Dean chuckled, his eyes shining with pride and happiness. “Come on in, guys. Meet Ben”.

Sam and Castiel approached the bed, their expressions filled with awe and admiration. “He’s beautiful”, Sam said softly, his eyes misting up as he looked at the baby. “You did good, Y/N. Both of you”.

Castiel nodded, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the presence of the newborn. “He’s a miracle”, he said simply, his voice filled with reverence.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, grateful for the support and love surrounding you. “Thank you”, you said, your voice choked with emotion. “It means so much to have you here”.

Sam reached out and gently touched Ben’s tiny hand. “Welcome to the family, Ben Winchester”, he said softly, his voice filled with pride.

The room was filled with a sense of peace and joy, the family united in the presence of this new life.

As Ben fell asleep in your arms, the nurse helped you close your hospital gown, making sure you were comfortable. You looked down at your sleeping baby and then up at the nurse. “Does he need to get dressed?”, you asked softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment.

The nurse nodded, a kind smile on her face. “Yes, he should be dressed to keep him warm. We have some outfits here, or you can use one you brought”.

You turned your gaze towards Dean, who had been watching the entire scene with a mixture of awe and pride. “Dean, could you get one of the outfits we brought?”, you asked gently.

Dean’s eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. “Of course”. He moved quickly to the bag you had packed, rummaging through it until he found a soft, cozy onesie. He brought it over, his eyes never leaving Ben’s tiny form.

The nurse took the outfit from Dean and expertly dressed Ben without waking him. The sight of your tiny son in his first outfit brought fresh tears to your eyes. “He looks so perfect”, you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Dean nodded, his expression tender. “He really does”.

Sam and Castiel stood nearby, their faces reflecting the same pride and love you felt.

The nurse finished dressing Ben and gently handed him back to you. “There, all set. If you need anything, just let us know. We’ll give you some time alone with your family”.

You nodded, grateful for the nurse’s help and understanding. As she left the room, you looked around at the faces of the people you loved most in the world. Sam was clenching his fingers, clearly eager to hold his nephew, but waiting patiently for you to offer. Dean, meanwhile, seemed more tense, his eyes fixed on Ben with a mix of awe and trepidation. He hadn’t yet held his son, and you could see the longing and fear in his eyes.

You smiled gently at Dean, recognizing his nervousness. “Dean”, you said softly, “would you like to hold him?”.

Dean’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, clearly caught off guard by your offer. “I… I don’t know if I should”, he mumbled, his voice wavering. “What if I do something wrong?”.

“You won’t. Just support his head and be gentle. You’ll be great”.

Dean hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded. He carefully took Ben from your arms, his movements slow and deliberate. As soon as Ben was nestled in his father’s arms, Dean’s expression softened, the tension melting away. He looked down at his son, a mixture of wonder and love in his eyes.

“Hey there, little guy”, Dean whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your dad”.

Ben squirmed slightly, his tiny hand reaching out and grasping Dean’s finger. The sight brought a lump to your throat, and you felt tears welling up again.

Dean’s eyes were filled with tears as he looked down at Ben, his heart overflowing with love and awe. A few tears began to fall down his cheeks, and he didn’t even try to wipe them away. He was completely captivated by the tiny life in his arms.

Sam, watching the tender moment, couldn’t resist a teasing but loving comment. “Hey, Dean, who knew you had such a soft side?”, he said with a grin, his voice gentle.

Dean glanced up at Sam, his smile wide and unguarded. “Shut up, Sammy”, he replied, but there was no heat in his words. He sat down on the chair beside your bed, still holding Ben close, his eyes never leaving his son’s face.

Meanwhile, Castiel stepped closer to you, his concern evident. He handed you a glass of water, his expression thoughtful. “Do you need anything else? Some food, perhaps?”, he asked, his voice gentle.

You smiled gratefully, taking the water from him and sipping it slowly. “Thank you, Cas. Some food would be great. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now”.

Cas nodded, looking around the room as if he could produce food out of thin air. “I’ll see what I can find”, he said, his tone serious.

Dean looked up from Ben, his expression softening as he met your eyes. “You okay, Y/N?”, he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, a warm smile spreading across your face. “I’m good, Dean, thanks. You just have your moment there”, you said softly, watching the tender scene unfold.

Sam pulled up a chair next to Dean and leaned in, his eyes filled with wonder as he looked at Ben. He extended his pointer finger and gently touched Ben’s tiny hand, marveling at the softness. “Man, it’s so soft”, Sam whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Ben’s little fingers curled around Sam’s finger, holding on with surprising strength. Sam’s eyes widened, and he looked up at Dean, who was watching with a proud smile. “He’s got quite a grip for someone so small”, Sam said, his tone affectionate.

Dean chuckled softly, his gaze shifting between Sam and Ben. “Yeah, he’s a strong little guy. Takes after his dad”.

You laughed, feeling a deep sense of contentment as you watched the two brothers bond with your son.

Castiel returned a few moments later, carrying a tray with a variety of snacks and a sandwich. “I found some food”, he announced, setting the tray down on the small table beside your bed. “I hope this is to your liking”.

You smiled gratefully at Cas. “This is perfect, thank you”.

Cas nodded, his expression pleased. He moved to stand beside Dean, looking down at Ben with a curious but gentle gaze.

Ben still slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath, but even in his sleep, he seemed to hold the attention of all three men completely captive. Dean, Sam, and Castiel were utterly entranced by the newborn.

Dean couldn’t take his eyes off his son, marveling at every little detail—the delicate lashes, the tiny fingers, and the soft tufts of hair. His heart swelled with an emotion so intense it was almost overwhelming.

Meanwhile, you took a bite of your sandwich, savoring the much-needed sustenance. Every muscle in your body ached, a dull throb that underscored the physical toll of labor, but the exhaustion was overshadowed by the pure happiness and contentment you felt. Your eyes stayed on Ben, absorbing every precious detail.

As you chewed, your gaze shifted to Dean. He looked up at that exact moment, and your eyes met. The connection between you was immediate and profound, a silent exchange of love and gratitude.

Dean’s expression softened even more, if that was possible. His eyes, still misty with unshed tears, conveyed everything he felt without needing words. You smiled back at him, your heart overflowing with the love you felt for this man and the beautiful family you had created together.

“Thank you”, you mouthed silently to him, feeling the words deeply.

Dean nodded, a small, tender smile playing on his lips.

You finished your sandwich, barely awake. The nurse returned to check on you and the baby, ensuring everything was progressing well. Dean, still holding Ben, shifted slightly to allow the nurse to perform her checks without disturbing the sleeping baby.

Dean sighed softly, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. “Alright, Sammy, ready to hold him?”.

Sam nodded eagerly, his arms already outstretched. “Absolutely”, he said, his excitement barely contained.

The two brothers exchanged Ben very carefully, their movements awkward but incredibly gentle. Dean made sure Sam had a secure hold on the baby, a proud smile on his face.

Once Dean was sure Ben was safe in Sam’s arms, he walked over to you. Without a word, he sat down beside you on the bed and gently pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His fingers brushed through your hair, a soothing and affectionate gesture that made you feel even more loved and cherished.

“You were amazing”, Dean whispered, his voice filled with awe and pride. “I’m so proud of you”.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, not from pain or exhaustion, but from the overwhelming love you felt for Dean and your new family. “Thank you, Dean. I couldn’t have done it without you”.

Dean held you tighter, his lips brushing against your forehead. “You’re the strongest person I know, Y/N. You brought our son into this world. I’m so grateful for you”.

Dean held you close, his warmth and soothing words enveloping you in a cocoon of love and safety. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, the exhaustion from the day finally catching up to you. With Dean's comforting presence by your side, you allowed yourself to drift off, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn't felt in a long time.

Dean noticed your breathing slowing and your body relaxing against him. He continued to hold you, his fingers gently running through your hair. He watched you for a moment, his heart swelling with love and pride. "Rest, sweetheart", he whispered softly. "I've got you".

As you fell into a deep sleep, Dean carefully maneuvered you so you were lying comfortably on the bed. He tucked the blanket around you, making sure you were warm and secure. Then, he turned his attention back to Sam and Ben.

Sam was still holding Ben, his eyes filled with awe as he gazed at his nephew. "He's something else, Dean", Sam said quietly, not wanting to disturb you.

Dean nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah, he really is. It's hard to believe he's finally here".

The room was filled with a serene silence, the only sound the soft breathing of you and Ben. Dean sat down beside Sam, watching his son with a mixture of amazement and pride.

"Can I hold him again?", Dean asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Sam nodded, carefully transferring Ben back to Dean. "Of course. He's your son, after all".

Dean cradled Ben in his arms, his heart overflowing with love. He gently rocked his son, marveling at the tiny life he held.

As Dean held Ben, he felt a sense of completeness he had never known before. Surrounded by his family, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

Dean looked down at Ben, a mixture of awe and disbelief in his voice. “Look at him, Sammy. He’s so damn tiny. I can nearly hold him with one hand”.

Sam quickly interjected, a hint of panic in his tone. “Don’t try it, Dean”.

Dean chuckled softly, the sound filled with warmth. “I won’t, I won’t. Just… look at him. I’ve never seen anything so perfect”.

Sam chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Look at you, Dean. You’re all in on this dad thing already”.

Dean shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “How could I not be? Look at him. He’s so damn cute”.

Sam nodded, still smiling. “Yeah, he is. It’s kind of surreal, isn’t it?”.

“Yeah, it is. I never thought I’d get to experience this. It’s…amazing”.

Sam patted Dean on the back, his voice filled with genuine affection. “You’re going to be great at this, Dean”.

As the evening came and Ben was sleeping again in Dean’s arms, you found yourself gazing up at Dean, a questioning hint in your eyes. The moment was silent, filled with unspoken emotions, but without words, he knew exactly what you were thinking.

Dean leaned in closer, his voice a gentle whisper. “I meant it, Y/N. I love you”.

You swallowed hard, tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to process his words. “You probably just think so because of Ben”, you mumbled, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Dean shook his head, his expression earnest and filled with conviction. “No, it’s not just because of Ben. It’s everything. Seeing you with him, yes, but also everything we’ve been through together. You’ve always been there, and I’ve been a fool not to realize it sooner”.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any doubt or hesitation but finding none. “Dean…”.

He gently placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. “I love you, Y/N. I know I’ve messed up in the past, but I want to make things right. For you, for Ben, for all of us”.

Dean paused, his hand falling from your cheek as he took a deep breath. "A week after you left, I realized what I felt. You were so young when we first met, not even 18. I saw you as my little sister at first, and I was more than twice your age. It felt wrong to even think about you that way".

You listened intently, your heart aching as he continued. "But as time went on, you became more than just someone to protect. You became my partner, my friend, and then… more. I fought it because I thought it was wrong. I thought I was too old for you, that you deserved someone better. And then, when you left, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I missed you so much, and I realized that it wasn’t just about missing a friend or a partner. I was in love with you”.

His eyes were filled with regret and longing, and you could see the struggle he had gone through written all over his face. “I should have told you sooner, should have been honest with myself and with you. But I was scared. Scared of what it would mean for us, for you. And now, seeing you with Ben, knowing we have this incredible little person together, I know I can’t hide it anymore. I love you, Y/N, with everything I have”.

You felt your own tears start to fall, the weight of his words sinking in. “Dean, I… I never stopped loving you. Even when I left, it was because I didn’t want to complicate things. I thought you didn’t feel the same”.

He pulled you into his arms, careful not to disturb Ben, who was still sleeping peacefully. “We’ve both made mistakes, but we have a chance to start fresh. To build something real together. For us, and for Ben”.

You nodded, feeling a sense of hope and determination. “I want that, too. More than anything”.

Dean smiled, his eyes shining with love. “Then let’s do it. Let’s be a family”.

As you leaned into his embrace, you felt a sense of peace and completeness you hadn’t felt in a long time. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew you would face them together, as a family.

Four days later, you finally stepped into the bunker, grateful to be home after the whirlwind of the past few days. Dean carried Ben carefully in his arms, his expression a mix of pride and protectiveness. Sam and Castiel had gone ahead to prepare for your arrival, and they now stood waiting at the entrance with Jodie and her girls, Claire and Alex.

Dean’s free hand was gently guiding you, providing support as you still struggled a bit with walking after the delivery. The moment you crossed the threshold, you were greeted with warm smiles and welcoming arms.

“Welcome home!”, Jodie exclaimed, her face lighting up as she saw you and the baby. “We’ve been waiting for you”.

Claire and Alex crowded around, their faces full of curiosity and excitement. “Can we see the baby?”, Claire asked eagerly.

Dean nodded, carefully lowering Ben so they could get a better look. “This is Ben”, he said proudly, his voice soft and affectionate.

Claire and Alex cooed over the baby, their eyes wide with wonder. “He’s so tiny!”, Alex whispered, her expression filled with awe.

Jodie stepped forward, hugging you gently. “How are you feeling, Y/N?”.

You smiled, leaning into her embrace. “Exhausted but happy. It’s good to be home”.

Sam stepped up, his grin wide as he looked at Ben. “This little guy’s going to be spoiled rotten with all the love around here”.

Dean chuckled, his eyes never leaving Ben. “Yeah, he’s already got everyone wrapped around his tiny finger”.

Castiel watched the scene with his usual calm demeanor, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s good to have everyone together”, he said, his voice full of quiet contentment.

With Dean’s help, you made your way to the couch and sat down, grateful for the support. Dean sat beside you, still holding Ben, who was sleeping soundly despite the excitement around him.

Everyone gathered around Ben, their faces filled with anticipation and love as they waited patiently for their turn to hold the baby. Dean carefully passed Ben to Claire first, who cradled him gently, her eyes wide with wonder. Alex stood close, eagerly waiting for her turn, while Jodie watched the scene with a warm smile.

Jodie placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch comforting. “Did everything go smoothly?”, she asked softly, her eyes searching yours for any signs of distress.

You nodded, giving her a tired but genuine smile. “Yeah, it went well. A bit earlier than expected, but everything turned out fine. Dean and Cas were amazing”.

Jodie squeezed your shoulder gently. “I’m so glad to hear that. You’ve been through a lot, and you deserve all the happiness in the world”.

Dean leaned in, kissing your temple softly before pulling you tightly against him. His warmth and presence were comforting, a silent reminder of the love and support he provided. Jodie, observing the tender moment, raised an eyebrow and pointed between the two of you, a knowing grin spreading across her face.

"So, Dean finally accepted his feelings for you?", she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. It was clear she had suspected the truth long before Dean had come to terms with it himself.

Dean chuckled, a bit sheepishly, and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I did", he admitted, looking at you with a mixture of love and gratitude. "It just took me a while to realize what was right in front of me".

Jodie laughed softly, giving you both a warm, approving look. "Well, it's about time. I'm happy for you both. And for Ben, too. He's got a great family".

Alex, holding Ben now, looked up and smiled. "Yeah, he sure does", she agreed, gently rocking the baby in her arms. Claire nodded, still standing close, her eyes filled with admiration.

As the evening continued, the sense of unity and love among your friends and family grew even stronger. Dean's acceptance of his feelings for you and the love you both shared for Ben became a beacon of hope and happiness, illuminating the path ahead.

As everyone took turns holding Ben, you leaned against Dean, feeling his steady heartbeat against your side. The room was filled with laughter, soft conversations, and the warmth of shared love and support.

Eventually, the time came for Jodie, Claire, and Alex to leave. They each gave you and Dean warm hugs, promising to visit again soon. Sam and Castiel lingered for a while longer, making sure everything was settled before heading off to their rooms.

Finally, it was just you, Dean, and Ben. Dean helped you to your room, making sure you were comfortable before placing Ben in the crib nearby. He then sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"We’re really a family now", he whispered, his voice filled with awe and love.

You rested your head against his chest, feeling a deep sense of peace. "Yeah, we are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way".

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Jason Dean using his gun as a nsfw toy: I said what I said

This could easily be canon

He loaded his gun with a slight frown indicating that he was concentrating. You looked at him, lying on his bed, thinking about how a face as pretty as his could hide such perverse desires. He returned your gaze, leaving the gun on the bed, sat down next to you, smiling at you in the way that only he knows how to do. However, you were still looking at his gun. He noticed your persistence, so curiously he asked: “Is something wrong?” He frowned, already with a defensive tone, thousands of thoughts of all kinds were going through his mind. “Indeed, yes” You answered, lengthening the mystery a little more. “Talk now” He demanded, authoritatively. “Fuck me with that” You said simply, smiling, looking at the object with a perceptible lust. The way he looks at you is indecipherable to you, you knew he was thinking about something, but you couldn’t understand what. After a few seconds, you see the hint of a smile forming on his lips. Maybe you were like him, after all. He took the gun in one hand and pointed it straight at your head. You think you’ve hit some kind of switch in him. You shivered slightly, not quite sure if he had accepted your proposal or was definitely upset. Really unpredictable. He made you scared. Maybe that was what he wanted. “Take off your clothes” He ordered, finally after a few minutes of thinking about it. Calmness consumed your body upon hearing those words, you got up from your bed and began to take off your shirt. He looked expectantly, directing his eyes to your torso, keeping them there. You slowly lowered your pants, and you could feel how he was growing impatient. Once he saw you naked, he made a demand using his gun, giving you the signal to kneel in front of him. You did it instantly. Anyway, the gun was loaded and you had enough respect for him to obey him. He sat in your desk chair, in a relaxed and dominant posture. His eyes went to his crotch and you quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling out his erect cock. Your breathing hitched as he pointed his gun at your temple, you could feel the barrel on your skin. His smug look. You skipped the typical teasing and took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, hoping to hear a moan… although you never heard it, he liked to be in control and right now he had to keep his composure. “Get on here” He patted his leg, keeping his gun pointed at you. You straddled his lap. He held your waist with his free hand. You expected him to fuck you already; however, he had a better idea. He slowly pushed the barrel of his gun into your entrance and without saying a word, just looking into your eyes, he made you do what he was thinking. Leaning back on the desk chair, you cocked his gun, letting out shameless moans. He just smiled, knowing you were completely in his control. If he took the safety off and fired, it was the end of you. You knew it. And that was even more exciting to you. It was the best way to show him he was in control.

[deepdisireslonging]

No Cum November Part 11: One Last Ride

It’s finally the end of the challenge. The Winchesters make up for all of November’s edges and stolen orgasms.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings/Promises: oral (male receiving), double penetration/split roast, dirty talk with a side of praise!kink, overstimulation

Word Count: 875

Note: Happy end of the series! For those of you who participated, I hope you had fun. For everyone just reading along, I hope you enjoyed every word. Here is the last chapter. Feel free to reblog it to share with your mutuals, and comment and/or gif me your reactions. Happy reading!

Part 10: Good Vibrations

With the end of the case finally come and gone, Dean drove the Impala at break-neck speeds towards the bunker. Or at least that’s what you assumed. There was an awful amount of back roads being taken. Not that you could see the road from your position on the floor of the back seat. And you couldn’t move your head much with Sam’s cock down your throat.

He kept a strong, steady grip around your head. So you could keep a strong, steady suck around his. You hollowed and twirled your tongue as best you could. Sam was desperate, still holding out with the end of the challenge, but riding the edge with you as Dean raced. The agreement was you all could cum once you reached the bunker. With each speed bump and pothole, Sam’s length suddenly filled you. Your messy gagging noises made both of them groan.

“How’s she taking you, Sammy?” Dean gripped the steering wheel tight with both hands to keep from palming himself. If he started to, he’d have to pull over. And then you’d never make it to the bunker.

Sam panted for enough breath to answer. “Perfect. Like she always is. Taking me so deep, aren’t you, baby?” His voice cracked while the car jostled over another rough stretch of road. He dug his fingers int your hair, pulling you back and forth. “Bet she’s dripping. Bet she hasn’t stopped dripping all month. How bad do you need us, baby? Hmm?”

All you could do was whine.

The Impala revved harder. The bunker must’ve been in sight.

The wheels squealed over the smooth concrete of the garage. It was barely in park before Sam had freed his cock from your mouth so he could lay down across the backseat. Dean yanked open the door, half-dragging you out so he could flip up your skirt, shoving your head back towards his brother’s length. They filled you at the same time. You didn’t care. You were all desperate for each other, desperate to cum. Through their grunts and sighs, the guys kept your skin buzzing with praise.

“You’ve done such a good job, sweetheart. Taking us like you do.”

“Oh, Baby- wanted to make you cum all month. Can’t wait to watch you cum. Watch those eyes glass over. Catch you when your limbs go weak.”

“Won’t be five minutes. Can’t wait to fill you up. Can’t wait to watch me drip out of you…”

“So close- come on, keep moving. Take my cock, all of it. Close-“

“Me too. Need you- Cum for us, sweetheart.”

“Come on Baby, cum for-“ Sam broke off with a high moan as his release filled your mouth.

Spaced out as you were, you weren’t able to swallow much. It added to the mess already dripping from your mouth onto his stomach. Dean continued to thrust tortuously. You tried to relax. To let go. But your arousal only seemed to fly higher and higher, never risking coming down.

Had you forgotten how to cum?

Then Dean reached around for your clit. And Sam dug his hands under your shirt to knead your breasts. The circling around your clit, and the pinching of your nipples added just enough. Stars sparked behind your eyes. Your vision brightened, darkening around the edges. Your release kept coming. And coming. Even though Dean’s thrusts stilled to almost nothing. Even though Sam had frozen with rapturous attention. Your walls clamped down and flexed, wringing out as much pleasure as you could handle. It didn’t register when Dean’s release spilled into you. Or when the boys shifted, Sam scooting back deeper into the car so Dean could fit inside. All you knew was that you were cumming. And soaring. And suddenly very tired.

Dean pulled you into his lap. Gingerly, he settled your thighs on either side of his hips. His gentle kisses all around your face brought to back to the present. You melted onto his shoulder. He smiled as you sighed into the crook of his neck.

“How you feelin’?” He ran his nose over your forehead.

“Wonderful,” you breathed.

From the side, Sam hummed in agreement. “Worth the wait?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” Sam’s hand began to smooth up and down your thigh. “Because we’re not done with you.”

“What?”

You jolted as Sam’s hand dipped between your thighs, toying with your slick and clit. Dean’s hands ran up your sides before moving over to your breasts. In the flipside of what they did to your earlier, Sam circled and flicked over your clit while Dean massaged your breasts, rolling their peaks between his fingers. You arched and squirmed in his lap. It wasn’t long before you were crying out. You dug your hands into both of their hair, searching for a way to ground yourself.

Sam nuzzled his nose around your sweet-spot behind your ear. “I wonder how many orgasms we can give you. Not just tonight, but for the whole month. What could we call that, Dean?”

“Double-Penetration-December? Thirty-one un-holy nights? Um-“

“How about you two make love to me as often as you like and forget the fancy name?”

“Okay.” “We can do that, yeah.”

You smiled against his lips. “Then take me to bed, boys.”

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Dean slammed his hands on the bunker’s kitchen table in front of Cas. “A thousand dollars.”

Cas looked up from his copy of Don Quixote. “What?”

“A thousand dollars. Cold, hard, cash. In your hand.” Dean leaned closer, his shadow falling across Don Quixote’s infamous windmill fight. Cas gave up trying to read and closed the book. 

“Are you offering me your money Dean?”

“What– no–” Dean spluttered, “you think I’ve got that kinda dough laying around? Nah– Sam just made me a bet!” He sat down on the stool across from Cas with a smug look. 

“If Sam made you a bet for a thousand dollars why are you asking me about it?” 

To Cas’s surprise, Dean’s ears turned red and he looked down at his hands which traced scratches on the table. “Sam said it’s double or nothing so I need your help.”

His curiosity was piqued. “What do you need me to do?” 

Dean looked up in shock. “Seriously? That’s it?” 

“I cannot say I care for the money, I have nothing to spend it on, but you seem to want it badly enough to ask me– it’s the least I can do for you after allowing me to stay here.”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Shucks Cas, you’re welcome anytime– I mean, it’s your place as much as Sam's and mine. We’ve got space.” 

Cas blinked at him but didn’t respond.

“Alright then– the bet.” Dean clapped his hands, “Look this is gonna sound really weird–”

“Dean, you’ve killed Hitler, fought a sentient teddy bear, and shared a meal with Death. I hardly think your request, whatever it may be, will be anywhere close to the top of the list of ‘weird’ things you’ve done.” Cas said wryly. 

“Touché. Now hear me out– and let me explain before you freak.” Dean paused, expecting an interjection but Cas was silently staring at him again. He took a deep breath, “Sam dared us to go to couple’s therapy because he said we couldn’t go a full week without the therapist noticing we weren’t a couple.” 

Cas said nothing. 

“Dammit Cas, say something!” The tips of Dean’s ears were burning now. 

“Why would I be embarrassed about pretending to be in a romantic relationship with you, Dean?” 

“It’s-that’s-” Dean spluttered, “that’s not how we,” he said gesturing across the table between the two of them, “work. Normally. I mean we’re not usually out here pulling some Solo and Leia crap.” 

“I don’t know Dean, you do seem to share Solo’s proclivity for adventure.” Cas grinned at him. 

“You’d think I’d tell you to shut up but you know what? I’ll take it.” Dean relaxed into his seat. “So you’ll do it? For a thousand dollars?” 

“Yes, Dean. For a thousand dollars.” 

Neither of them mentioned the emphasis on the reward. 

A little sneak peek at my new (and first) SPN fan-fic up now on ao3! Link here for more!

[apocalypseornaw]

Love You Better (Pt 5/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

You and Dean work things out

Warnings: cursing and NSFW happenings. It's smut with some fluff

You and Dean half stumbled into the room, hands not leaving the other's body. You let out a moan when he pushed your back against the door, grip damn near bruising on your hips and felt him stiffen just slightly. Things began to click into place, the Djinn and how he'd be acting. The poison dream had involved you. Later you would make him talk but now? You needed this and so did he.

You slid your hands up across his bare chest, eyes following their trail before hooking them around his neck. You moved forward enough to place a kiss on his neck before whispering against his skin "Don't pull away from me again please. I'm here, I'm yours"

His posture immediately relaxed at yours words and you felt a thrill for the simple fact that you'd figured out what he needed and was able to give it to him. He brought his hands up to cover yours and pulled them away from his neck and for a moment your heart fell expecting rejection again but instead he gripped them in his hands pinning them over your head against the door before catching your lips in a kiss that made your knees go weak.

You whimpered into his mouth when he rolled his hips forward into yours and a gasp left you then which he used to his advantage flicking his tongue into your mouth and rolling it against yours as he moved your hands to be holding them in just his left hand before allowing his right hand to roam down your body.

When he got to the waistband of your sleep shorts he pulled away from your lips to look down at you, the look in his eyes took your breath away. "Say it again please" his voice held that roughness it only got during sex or a fight and had the same effect it always did on you. You swallowed twice before saying "I love you Dean and I'm yours"

His hand slipped under your shorts, fingers slipping inside of you easily from how wet you already were. "All mine" he murmured against your lips, fingers easily finding your clit and beginning to tease at it as he started to lazily thrust his fingers into you running them across the swollen bud with every movement. "Dean, please...I need..." you trailed off feeling that pressure building in your lower stomach.

He chuckled as he turned his attention to your neck, nipping and kissing the skin there as he turned his wrist at just the right angle. You felt that pressure burst and his hands on you was the only thing keeping you upright when your orgasm washed over you. You could feel your legs shaking when he pulled his fingers out and held your eyes as he slipped them into his mouth sucking them clean "You always taste so fucking amazing"

You were panting slightly "Bed please" he grinned "Anything you want sweetheart" his hands went to your thighs easily lifting you in his arms before he walked over to the bed sitting you down in the center of it.

He leaned down to grip the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head in one fluid motion and throwing it behind him then he pulled your shorts from your legs as well throwing them across the room. You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing when he quickly sank down to his knees, gripping your leg as he did so and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

"Dean?" You finally managed and he cut his eyes up at you "Please" You whimpered then nodded. He winked at you before spreading your legs further with his hands completely exposing you to him "Look at my girl. You're fucking dripping already baby" you felt yourself clench around nothing at his words. He slipped one finger into you, collecting the wetness before teasing over your clit again "Fuck Dean" you moaned which turned into a broken cry when he licked into you, flicking his tongue across that spot inside of you.

You fell back against the bed, fingers gripping the sheets as he damn near growled against you. You wouldn't have a voice come morning from the screams of his name that was falling from your lips. When he sucked your clit into his mouth, teeth lightly grazing it he shoved you over that edge yet again and your vision went blurry as he worked you through another orgasm. When your legs began to shake and it was just too much you shoved weakly at his hand "Too much baby please too much"

He pulled back but not before leaving a kiss on your inner thigh. He grinned up at you as he wiped his thumb across his lips collecting your juices on it then licking it clean causing another moan to leave you at the action. You curled your finger at him "Come here"

He crawled up your body leaving a trail of kisses and bites on every inch of skin he could find. When he got to your lips he caught them in a messy kiss allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

You slipped your arms up so you could grip his shoulders tightly when he ground his hips down against yours causing a moan of his name to escape you when you felt his clothed erection rutting against your throbbing core "Dean, please I need you" he kissed down your neck before leaving a kiss at the base of your ear to whisper into it "You've got me sweetheart. I'm all yours"

He stood up long enough to push the sleep pants and boxers off his hips before crawling back up your body. When you felt just the head of his cock pressing against your opening you shifted your hips, silently begging him for what you needed. "I've got you" he murmured before slipping into you, a deep moan escaping you both at the feeling of him being bottoming out in you.

He stilled once he was in you, leaning down to catch your lips in a deep kiss, rolling his tongue against yours. You moaned into his mouth before pulling back to speak against his lips "Move baby please"

He pulled back almost all the way out before slamming back into you causing your eyes to roll back slightly. His lips found your neck then jaw leaving open mouthed kisses as he sat a pace that had your fingernails biting into his shoulders and a solid chant of his name falling from your lips "Dean I'm so fuckin close, oh God Dean"

"Come for me baby. Let me feel this pretty little pussy squeezing my cock. I want to feel you come one more time before I fill you up, please sweetheart come for me" you felt that pressure heading towards that edge and when he slipped one hand between you rubbing tight circles onto your clit that pressure burst again. There was no way Sam didn't hear the scream of Dean's name that fell from your lips as your third orgasm washed over you leaving you a quivering mess under Dean.

Once your vision cleared a bit you bought one hand up to smooth across his cheek, fingernails scratching at the stubble there "I need to feel you come Dean, please baby. Fill me up, show me that I'm yours and you're mine" he gripped your hips tightly, moving them further apart so he could hit even deeper inside of you. You could barely form coherent thoughts but you knew what he needed "Fuck I love you Dean. I love you so damn much"

His thrusts started to get sloppy, erratic almost as he started to kiss across your jaw and neck "I love you sweetheart, fuck I love you" you could feel yourself heading for a fourth orgasm, the pressure building quickly from how swollen your clit was. When he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust the warm feeling of him coming pushed you over that edge and your muscles clamped down on his cock. Both of you working each other through the orgasm.

He rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting slightly. He smiled almost shyly before saying "That was fucking amazing" you laughed weakly "Took the words right out of my mouth"

You were laying across Dean's chest, he was tracing patterns on your back as you watched his face while he told you what exactly he'd seen and heard in the Djinn dream. You kissed his chest right over his heart as he spoke and a smile worked its way onto his face.

"Why didn't you tell me baby?" You asked and he shrugged "Honestly? I don't know. I don't know why it threw me off so bad and I am so sorry I pulled away from you. I should've told you the night it happened"

You stared at him for a moment before saying "Yeah you should've because no matter what went through that gorgeous head of yours there is no better choice for me than you. You love me, you protect me, you support me. You make me feel safe and confident and I'm happy with you. When we're bruised up and miserable from a hunt I'm still happy being with you. When we haven't left the bunker in two days and have just been watching Scooby-Doo in the TV room I'm happy with you. There's no one I'd want more than you:

He smiled before pushing your hair back that had fallen in your face "I never should've gotten so far in my own head I ignored your pain. I should've thought about you, I should've trusted you. Sweetheart I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you and the thought that I was holding you back from having more in life kind of fucked with my head but I promise you from here on I will do my best to talk to you and let you know what's going on in my head"

"Even the ugly stuff?" You asked and he nodded "Even the ugly stuff" you smiled "Good because I mean when I say you're it for me Winchester" the smile he gave you in return made your heart flip even before he said "and you're it for me Sweetheart. Always"

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[wandering-winchesters]

After the Battle

Summary: After a grueling hunt, you and Dean share a rare moment of closeness.

The hunt had been grueling, one of those jobs that left you both physically and emotionally drained. You and Dean had barely escaped with your lives, the battle against a particularly nasty group of demons taking its toll. As you finally made it back to the safety of the bunker, the weight of everything that had happened began to sink in.

You dropped your bag at the door, exhaustion pulling at every muscle in your body. Dean was right behind you, his own movements slower, more deliberate, as if he was running on sheer willpower alone. The silence between you was heavy, filled with the unspoken tension of close calls and near misses.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the reality of what you’d just been through too overwhelming to put into words. You glanced at Dean, taking in the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of the burden he always seemed to carry. His face was a mask of stoic resolve, but you could see the cracks forming at the edges, the weariness that even he couldn’t completely hide.

Before you knew what you were doing, you crossed the distance between you and threw your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. It was instinctual, a desperate need to feel him close, to reassure yourself that he was still here, still alive. You felt him tense at first, clearly caught off guard, but then he relaxed, his arms coming up to wrap around you in return.

The embrace was tentative at first, almost awkward, like neither of you was sure if this was okay, if this was something you were allowed to have. But as the seconds passed, Dean’s grip on you tightened, and you felt him lean into you, his head dipping to rest against your shoulder.

You held him close, your heart pounding in your chest as you realized just how much you needed this—how much you needed him. The scent of leather and the faint trace of gunpowder clung to him, grounding you in the present, reminding you that you weren’t alone. He was here, and so were you.

Dean let out a shaky breath, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair, the other resting firmly on your back. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes. You could feel the unspoken words in the way he held you, the things he couldn’t say out loud. Thank you. I’m glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.

You closed your eyes, savoring the rare moment of closeness. This was different from anything you’d ever experienced with him before—softer, more intimate. For once, the world outside didn’t matter. The monsters, the dangers, the constant fight for survival—it all faded away, leaving just the two of you, holding on to each other like you were each other’s lifeline.

When you finally pulled back, it was slow, reluctant, neither of you really wanting to let go. Dean’s hands lingered on your arms, his gaze searching your face as if trying to memorize every detail.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice rough and quiet, but there was a softness in his eyes that took your breath away.

You offered him a small, reassuring smile. “Anytime.”

He nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. There was something different in his expression now—something open, vulnerable, that you hadn’t seen before. It made your heart ache in the best possible way.

“Let’s get some rest,” you suggested, feeling the exhaustion catching up to you again.

Dean agreed with a tired nod, but before you could turn to head to your room, he reached out, catching your hand in his. The gesture was small, almost hesitant, but it was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“Goodnight,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

You held his gaze for a moment longer before finally letting go, turning to walk down the hallway to your room. As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but smile, a warmth spreading through your chest that had nothing to do with the blankets you pulled around yourself.

It wasn’t just the hunt that had changed things tonight. Something between you and Dean had shifted, something important. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what came next, you had each other. And that was more than enough.

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[kai-anderson-whore]

His protégé (James Patrick march x fem reader smut) (kinktober fic 3)

Summary: you met James like his other “students” but after years off him taken you under his wing you couldn’t handle the pressures.

Warnings: smut, mentions of killing, becoming a serial killer, p in v sex, slight edging, knife kink, oral (reader receiving), tiny bit of spanking (like one spank), feeling like being watched, fear of abandonment(James not wanting reader to leave like the countess sort of did), James being possessive.

Word count: 3k

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You met him over three years ago, the same way as all his "students". Coincidentally waltzing into the Cortez when the world felt like it could swallow you whole, well at least that's what you felt like you wanted the world to do. To say this was the worst week you ever had was the understatement of the century.

You sat by the bar toying with the glass of alcohol in front of you. 'Was drowning your sorrows even worth it?', 'is getting so wasted that you'd might get kicked out the the hotel even worth it?' You wondered something that became routine over the past few days residing at this hotel. The bar was practically empty considering it was late on in the night.

The bartender who you soon known as liz shooting you a sympathetic smile every now and then. You observed the lavish historical hotel, full of art deco some antiques from the 1920s. You had heard all the rumours and stories of this hotel's history to say that it intrigued you would be the best way to put it. You heard near enough everything about the hotel Cortez and the "ghosts" residents here thanks to billie dean Howard.

You felt preying eyes on you, furrowed brows you turned and saw nothing... weird you thought. Maybe it was your imagination after all your in an infamous "haunted" hotel. But that was impossible ghosts aren't true, right?. Decided on calling it a night you thanked liz and went to your room 64, famous for being the room of two serial killers John Lowe and the former office of the owner james Patrick march coincidentally.

You still like you were being watched but tried to shrug it off 'relax no one is watching me it's in my head' you thought. Oh how you were wrong, several of ghosts who resisted here had their eye on you. Some curious on why you would come here, others wanted you as their next victim but one specific ghost wanted you as their protege, their next successor.

You finally made it to your room, fumbling around in your Jean pocket for your room key, you jammed the key into the door unlocking the door not before looking around to see if someone was near you. You couldn't shake that feeling that somebody was watching you, no matter how much you tried to shake it off.

Locking your room door you let out a breath out didn't know you were holding in. Making your way over to your suitcase you picked out your night attire. You still felt that eerie feeling going into the bathroom to clean your makeup off.

You exited the bathroom now in your pyjamas, the little clock on the nightstand played it's little song like usual "that thing freaks me out" you said out loud. "Don't let that frighten you dear" a voice chimed in making you let out a yelp in fright. Seeing a man sat on the chair a glass of whiskey or bourbon in hand you didn't know.

"Who the fuck are you" you hissed feeling mixed emotions shock, anger, fear of this intruder. "My names James Patrick march I'm the owner of this hotel and I'm afraid I don't like your tone dear" he introduced in a velvety accent getting up from the chair. He was dressed sharp in a pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt with a neck scarf.

"The owner of this hotel died like almost a hundred years ago" you scoffed at the man, which didn't faze him. "Yes that is true but you see in this hotel the dead doesn't exactly die" he stated stepping closer to you as you took steps back. You could see him more clearly now dark hair, pale skin with a pencil moustache that decorated his upper lip and beautiful chocolatey brown eyes that held something sinister in them.

"What do you want from me?" You asked. Even though his eyes held something evil within them you felt drawn to him like he wouldn't hurt you. "I've been watching you my dear, and I couldn't help but see the rage you secure within you" he said. A confused look on your face 'was I that noticeably angry?' You thought. "Right so?" You shrugged not quite catching on to what the ghost was saying.

"I want to help you set that rage free"

...

You didn't really remember what happened after that night all you remember was James teaching you everything there is to know about being a killer. For those three years he had taken you under his wing, taught you his ways, showed you his little contraptions within the hotel. And you were nothing if not willing to go through with it all.

You listened to every word that rolled off his tongue about his little plan. There were only three rules he had when it came to his little hobby 1: don't have a method. 2: don't be sloppy about it. 3: don't get caught.

You had just came back from another kill entering James's room on the 7th floor. "Ah your back dear how was it? Tell me the details" James's voice chimed the old fashioned record player playing an old time song. "It was the same as any other time James quick and easy" you sighed finding an old rag to clean yourself up.

"Quick you say, how so?" He asked confused at your lack of creativity unlike it usually was. "Because James I don't want to get caught I have a funny feeling that I'm going to be caught soon so I'm done" you sighed placing your knife on the little table by the bed. James watched your every move deep in thought. He wondered if your proposal was a good move "your going to stop killing?" He asked removing his blazer placing it on a chair, rolling his sleeves up.

"Yes James I'm sorry, I'm grateful you showed me your ways and I really did enjoy my time with you but it's best if i stop now before the heat on my ass gets me burnt" you held your hands up in defence making your way to the door.

James didn't know if he was sad or angry at the fact you've given up on your little spree or was it because you were essentially leaving him. Just as you turned the handle ready to exit till that sophisticated accent stopped you. "Don't go... please" he begged.

James didn't want to admit it to himself but these three years he spent with you were the best years he had in this hotel after he died. He didn't spend his time chasing after his ex-wife the countess, he spent every moment near enough with you enjoying the sick bond you both formed. He grew very fond of you more than his other students you had potential the same characteristics as himself.

"What?" You didn't quite believe what you were hearing, it wasn't the words it was the tone complete desperation. Only time you heard that tone of voice was around the first time you met him when he was desperately trying to get the countess back.

"Please don't leave me I couldn't bare it" he pleaded once again with a meek voice. The door still ajar, your hand on the handle. "James it's for the best anyway we had fun but it's time to get out before it's too late but I need to leave before I get caught" you stated. "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE KILLING Y/N" James yelled taken you aback. He never raised his voice at you once even when he was frustrated with you for some reason he never ever raised his voice.

James walked closer to you his face now red with anger. He wasn't going to let you leave he let one woman slip away he doesn't intend to let it happen again. You were a little nervous at the sudden shift in the room.

"I will not let you leave this hotel not after everything" his voice was calm but his expression said otherwise. You didn't know what was going to happen "what do you mean not letting me leave this hotel?" You asked. "I've grown rather fond of you my dear, I look forward to our little meetings and I guess I can't let that go" his cold breath fanned against your neck sending shivers down your spine.

You almost crumbled as his cold hands rested on your biceps, your breathing quickening with the small touch. Looking into his dark eyes held anger and lust. "I've never felt this way for anyone since the countess but with you dearest, it doesn't compare to the feelings I have for you" his lips in a smirk, seeing you melt from just his words.

It all made sense to you now, you couldn't lie to yourself and say you didn't grow to have strong feelings for the ghost (because that was far from the truth). The truth was you were infatuated with James Patrick march, you spent every moment with him for the past three years it felt impossible not to. People would call you a stupid girl for it.

"James-" you were cut off by his ice cold lips on yours. The kiss was rough but you responded nonetheless. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip demanding entrance. Parting your lips moaning into his mouth, he showed dominance with just his mouth, giving into him, kicking the door shut with your foot.

James guided you to the bed effortlessly, the backs of your knees meeting the foot of the bed. His tongue explored your mouth before he pulled away. James then unbuttoned his dress shirt, your hands roamed his bare chest biting your lip. Your fingers hooking around his suspenders pulling James close to you crashing your lips back on his.

A delighted hum left him as he pushed your body down on the bed. Your legs parted automatically allowing James to slot himself between them. His lips moved to your neck slightly biting the flesh there making you feel dizzy. His hands roamed your sides feeling, caressing every curve that came in contact with his hand.

You sat up as James began to remove your slip dress leaving you in just your underwear. "Your beauty doesn't compare to anything in this world" James's voice was more deep, thick with lust making you grow wetter by the second. "Your mine now dear, I'll never let you go" James snarls, his fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric off your body.

Now just kneeling on the foot of the bed James got a perfect view of your dripping core. "Your all mine" James hummed against your thigh trailing his rough lips upwards till he met where you needed him the most. He was like a possessive animal and you were loving every moment of it.

James licked a strip between your folds bringing you arousal to your clit. You gasped at the shot of pleasure of his mouth on your clit, sucking, swirling his tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands held your thighs apart as wide as he could getting all access to you.

A moan escaped you as he continued his assault on your pussy. Your hand's gripped into the bedsheets underneath you for leverage. It was already too much but you never wanted it to stop. You already felt dangerously close to the edge. James darted his tongue in your entrance, his nose brushing against your clit adding to the pleasure.

"I'm so close" you warned feeling that knot tightening in the pit of your core. James hummed against you devouring you like his last meal. He never stopped his movements bringing his attention back to your clit more rougher than before coaxing you to let go over his tongue.

Your orgasm ripped through you, back arching, toes curling practically screaming his name. "That's it dear let everyone hear who's making you feel this euphoric" he chimed against your glistening heat. He licked up all your juices before pulling away from your heat.

"Oh god" you sighed regaining your breath. Moving your body to sit up by the pillows. James peeled his suspenders off his shoulders, removing his shirt in the process. His hair now disheveled, a beautiful sight to see. You removed your bra leaving yourself fully naked in front of him.

James glanced at the silver knife on the nightstand, he still felt rage for you ready to leave him. He picked the knife up making up gulp, you didn't know his intentions now a look of slight fear yet excitement in your eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you dearest" as if he read your mind with his free hand he undid his slacks and removed his underwear freeing his rock hard cock.

You were drooling at the sight, he was long and thick but not to thick were you'd think he'd slit you in two. His cock slight curved it was probably the most prettiest cock you'd ever seen.

James then got on top of your body slotting himself between your legs. Crashing his lips back on yours, the blade still in hand. Feeling the flat surface of the cold metal on your thigh, sending a shiver through you. He began dragging the metal down your outer thigh, his cock grinding on your inner side.

James pulled away from your lips taking the sharp edge of the knife to your cheek. "You will never leave me dear, I wouldn't allow it" his eyes dark, lustrous and sinister. It all was too addicting, "I'll never leave you James" you whimpered pathetically, the blade dragging from your cheek to under your chin, not to cut you but feel the harshness.

You grew more wetter than you were before. James lined himself up with your entrance before pushing himself into your sopping cunt without warning. You cried out as his thrusts were rough as merciless. Your hands gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin coaxing his thrusts to become more harsher and expeditious.

James dragged the blade to the valley of your breasts. You moaned out feeling the cold metal under your breast. A grunt leaving James's lips "you feel like heaven" he grunted "you will never leave me, you belong to me from now on" he said in between his thrusts. Your walls clenched around him the desire burning like fire.

"Oh fuck" you cried out, chest heaving, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You could barely hear what he was saying. You could see that veins popping out of his neck the blade soon discarded and replaced with his hand on your breast fondling the lump of tissue.

A sigh of pleasure left your lips, feeling close to the edge once again. James didn’t let it go unnoticed, feeling you clenching around him. Much to your dismay James pulled out of you leaving you feeling empty and whimpering. You shot the ghost a confused look “don’t worry dear just turn around for me” James ordered.

Nodding your head you got on your hands and knees, feeling your wetness dripping down your legs in the process. “Your so wet, who for dear?” James cooed in his velvety voice. “You James all for you” your voice was scratchy from the high pitched moans. You felt that blade once again on your lower back.

“Yes dear all for me, no one else” James was possessive over what was his, you were no exception. From his student to now bent over for him as he drags the knife lower over your ass to your core. You moaned in pleasure you didn’t think this would be your type of thing but with James you’d do anything.

A sting on your ass making you jolt forward, James hand colliding with the skin there. You moaned at the sudden feeling, James’s hand soothing the red mark. Lining himself back up with your entrance effortlessly. Your greedy cunt taking him with one thrust.

Your hands gripped the bedsheets once again, your body jolted with each harsh thrust he delivered. All that could be heard in the room was a mixture of you and James’s pleasures, skin slapping off each other and the bed rocking beneath you.

You could have sworn you could feel him in your stomach, one hand on your hip the other toying with the knife along your lower back again. The thrill of what he was going to do next wasn’t like anything before, the anticipation eating you up.

James couldn’t get enough of you, you were like a drug he never wanted rehab for. The way your walls would clench and flutter around him was enough for him to come undone then and there. The way your loud moans filled the room, like music to his ears. You were just perfect to him, his perfect little protégé.

“Who do you belong you?” James grunted thrusting rapidly into your poor little pussy. You tried to get the words out but you couldn’t comprehend amongst all the overwhelming pleasure. Only a strangled moan leaving your lips instead.

Feeling the knife against your neck and an arm pulling you up flush against James’s chest, his cold breath fanning against your ear. “I asked you a question dear, very impolite not to answer” his thrusts harder hitting your cervix granted to make you see stars. You throw your head back to rest in James’s shoulder as you managed to answer.

“I belong to you james, I’m so close” you warned.

James discarded the knife once again, replaced it with his own hand chasing your orgasm. You reached out for his hair tugging on it, your other hand gripped onto his arm around your waist. “Let go for me, darling” he whispered, that was enough for you cumming for a second time. Your grip on his arm tightened releasing all your juices over his cock.

Triggering his own orgasm, James hips snapped upwards spilling his seed deep inside you. A low moan left James as you came with his name on your lips like your only prayer riding out your highs.

Once you both calmed down you leaned onto James skin glistening with sweat, breathing shallow. Gaining the energy to lift yourself off of James you threw yourself onto the pillows feeling knackered. James got off the bed to grab a rag to clean up.

After getting you both clean James threw his undergarments back on climbing into bed beside you. “I won’t leave you James” you said with a weak, tried voice. James wrapped his arm around you, bringing yourself closer to him resting your head on his chest. “I know darling” he hummed deep in thought.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Things Learned and Unlearned Ch. 7

Series Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Lucy Winchester (OC)

Warnings: Each chapter will have it's own warnings, but there will be smut, seduction, virgin!reader, playboy!dean, Edwardian era BS attitudes surrounding sex and women. (Technically it's set in 1900 and the Edwardian era started in 1901, but you get it.) Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff that regularly pops up in my series. 😁

Chapter Warnings: Mutual masturbation (brief), Handjob (Brief), Oral (m&f receiving), sixty-nine-ing.

Word Count: 2,535

A/N: Here's Ch. 7. I so appreciate all the love and support you're all giving this series. Hope you enjoy the latest installment. ❤️

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Y/N pressed the glass stem from her perfume bottle to the pulse point in her neck and wrists. A heady scent of jasmine and hyacinth floated up to her. She loved the scent and hoped Dean would too. She heard a light knock on the door and smiled. She was about to find out.

She opened the door, her body already thrumming with desire. But she was taken up short when she saw Jessica standing in her dressing gown on the other side.

"Jessica? What is it? Is Lucy alright?"

Jessica nodded. "Yes, she's fine. She's sound asleep. Can I come in?"

Y/N stepped back to allow her entrance. She took a quick look into the hallway, praying Dean would stay away until Jessica had stated her business and left.

Jessica moved over to the little wooden chair in the corner and sat down. She remained silent and Y/N sat down on the edge of the bed, nervous about what had prompted this midnight visit.

Jessica straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath, clearly steeling herself. The action made Y/N worried enough to start wringing her hands.

"I want you to take these two weeks as a vacation."

Y/N let go of the breath she'd been holding. A vacation? That was what Jessica wanted to talk to her about?

"You should spend that time deciding what you want to do with your future." Jessica said quietly.

Y/N's heart jumped back into her throat. "Are you…trying to fire me?" Y/N asked, her throat dry.

Jessica looked stricken. "No, Y/N, of course not!"

Y/N felt her rigid shoulders relax.

"I just want you to have the chance to…" Jessica broke off and Y/N noticed two bright pink spots had appeared on her cheeks. "I want you to have the time to spend with Dean."

Y/N felt her face flood with color. Have I really been that transparent? She wondered.

"I don't know what you mean." Y/N said, unconvincingly.

Jessica gave her a very knowing look before continuing. "I believe that you and Dean have a connection and I want you to have time to explore that so that you will hopefully come to the same conclusion I have. Dean will not marry you. He may make you an offer, but it will not be marriage."

Y/N's head jerked up to look Jessica in the eye, her expression giving her away.

Jessica nodded. "I see. He's already made the offer. Well, you should know then, that that is all he's capable of, Y/N. He's not the kind of man who marries. Or at least if he ever does, it will be a marriage of convenience, one that will enhance his company somehow or strengthen his coffers. He will not marry for love; it isn’t the kind of man he is. He’s incredibly practical and only focused on his company and his carousing."

Jessica shook her head. "I know I'm making him sound terrible, and I don't mean to. As I've said, he's a wonderful brother and uncle. But…" She hesitated.

"Well, Dean and Sam had a very hard time with their father as boys. To hear Sam tell it, Dean got the worst end of things since he was the oldest. Their father pushed the boys into the business very young. By the sounds of things he was a deeply unhappy man. He lost his wife when Sam was just a baby, and never remarried. Work and his company became the only driving force in his life.”

Jessica shook her head. “As I’ve said before, he tried to drill that same work ethic into the boys. Everything for the company, nothing for themselves. Dean got Sam out of that life, which I’m very grateful for, of course. But Dean has always followed in his father’s footsteps. As such, the only reason he'd ever marry would be to improve the company - to bring in a large dowry or secure a business deal."

Y/N sat transfixed listening to things she was sure Dean didn't want her to know. She didn't want to hear this from Jessica. If Dean wanted to tell her about his childhood, he would. She knew what it was like to feel secretive about your early years and the parents that had shaped you.

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say to all of this." She knew her voice had a bit of an edge to it, but she couldn't help it.

Jessica seemed to hear her annoyance because she became slightly defensive.

"You don't have to say anything, Y/N. I just want you to know the truth of the situation, so you don't go into this time with Dean holding on to some kind romantic notion. He is who he is and you can't change that."

Y/N didn't bother to hide her frustration now. "I'm not some romantic fool, Mrs. Winchester." She added the formality in an attempt to remind herself that she was speaking to her employer; her employer who seemed to know something had happened with Dean and wasn't immediately firing her for her inappropriate behavior. She took a deep breath.

"I understand what you're saying. I have never believed or imagined that Dean was interested in marrying a governess from questionable beginnings. And really, you don't have to give me a vacation. I don't need or want 'time with Dean' as you put it." Even as she said it, images of two weeks spent alone with Dean began rolling through her mind, making her last words into a complete lie.

Jessica's face took on the stubborn look Y/N had come to learn meant she would brook no argument. "You will have the next two weeks off. I have asked Dean to find a nice hotel for you to stay in. This time off is our Christmas gift to you. You are welcome to do whatever you want with it."

Jessica stood up. "Well, I should go. I just wanted to tell you to take the time, and…and tell you the other things I've told you, in the hope that the next two weeks will allow you to return home happier than you've been."

She reached out for Y/N's hand and squeezed it. "I really just want you to be happy, Y/N. Truly."

Her big blue eyes were sincere and slightly moist. Y/N nodded and squeezed back.

"I know. I'm so grateful for your kindness and understanding."

Jessica gave her a slight smile and then left the room.

Y/N dropped back onto the side of the bed and put her head in her hands. She heard the door open and close quietly and she knew without looking up that Dean had entered.

When she did look up, all her thoughts scattered at the sight of him standing just inside the door. He was fully dressed in the black suit he'd worn to dinner that night. She supposed he didn't want to be strolling around the hallway half dressed. But she wanted to peel the jacket and shirt off of him immediately. They hid too much.

He walked slowly to where she sat and got down on his haunches. He tipped her chin up.

"I saw Jessica walking out. What did she want?" He must have seen Y/N's look of panic because he shook his head. "She didn't see me. I thought I heard her voice coming from your room, so I hid around the corner until she went back downstairs. What did she want?" He repeated.

Y/N shrugged. "She just wanted to tell me that she was giving me two weeks off, and that I'm going to be staying in a hotel."

Dean smiled and stood up. "Yes. I found you a beautiful place to stay. I think you'll really like it."

He reached out and grabbed hold of her upper arms, pulling her up to stand in front of him. He cupped her cheek. "Your suite has a private entrance." His thumb brushed her lower lip before he pressed his lips to hers, feather light.

Y/N breathed in deeply, drawing in his scent along with the courage to say what she wanted to say to him.

"I want to spend the two weeks with you."

Dean nodded and kissed her again, deeper this time. "Of course." He said, his breath a little rough. "I'll come over every night."

Y/N shook her head. He didn't understand her request.

"No, Dean. I want to live the next two weeks as if…as if I was your mistress."

Dean pulled back from her, studying her. "What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. If your offer still stands, I'd like to use these two weeks as a kind of test. I want to know just what my life would be like." The logical, proper side of her, the side that had spent her whole life trying desperately to escape even the smallest appearance of impropriety, was screaming at her that this was an awful idea.

But as she looked at Dean's smile, she knew she had to at least know what she was giving up if she continued living her life as a governess. Jessica had wanted her to make a decision about her future and in order to do that, she had to know both futures.

"Alright." Dean said, his eyes bright. "I'll set everything up."

Y/N nodded and was once again inexplicably shy. It was as though the boldness of her request had taken all her bravado and now she was just a shivering little virgin again, standing in the embrace of the most alluring man she'd ever known. She wanted him to kiss her and make her forget herself again. But she was no longer bold enough to ask him.

Thankfully, Dean seemed to have incredible intuition where she was concerned. In the span of a breath he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed. He undid the buttons on her nightgown all the way to her waist and then slid the garment out from underneath her, leaving her completely naked on the bed, shivering from his gaze more than from the cool air on her skin.

He took his jacket and tie off and then began to slowly unbutton his shirt. With every inch of skin he exposed Y/N could feel the tension build, first in her stomach, her muscles clenching with anticipation, before she began to feel the heat and wet pooling between her legs, her blood throbbing and pumping at her core.

She instinctively put her hand there, surprised at the heat and wet that she felt. As Dean slipped his shirt from his shoulders, she slipped her fingers into her slick folds, finding the button that Dean had stroked the last time they were together; she discovered she could make herself feel the same incredible tension and pleasure his touch had brought her. Well, it was almost the same.

Dean watched her, his gaze blazing. He watched her pleasure herself and the heat in his emerald green eyes made the pleasure more intense. Y/N stroked herself again and a moan escaped her as Dean popped open the button at his waistband.

He slipped his hand into the front of his pants, and Y/N knew he was stroking himself as well. His head fell back a moment before he pushed his pants all the way off.

Y/N looked at the long shaft that sprang forth and unlike the last time, the sight of him didn't surprise or frighten her. She knew the feel of it now, knew how it jumped slightly under her hand and she wanted to feel it again.

She sat up and reached out for him, wrapping his shaft in her hand the way he'd taught her. Her fingers were slick from her own body and the dampness made it easy to slide her hand up and down. Dean groaned loudly and the hard rod in her hand became even harder.

He pushed her down on the bed a little roughly, but she didn't mind. She felt and reciprocated his eagerness.

He climbed in beside her, but his head was aimed toward the end of the bed. At first she was confused until she felt his fingers where hers had been minutes ago. He rolled her onto her side and immediately began tasting her, his mouth hot and his tongue agile. He found the small nub inside the folds and grazed it slightly with his teeth before sucking on it gently.

Y/N turned her head into the pillow, barely smothering the sound of her scream. In seconds she felt her body convulsing, muscles clenching as waves of exquisite pleasure spread through her body.

She reached out to Dean, grabbing hold of his shaft, determined to give him the same release. She followed his lead and took him into her mouth, sucking gently. His guttural moan told her it felt just as good for him as it had for her. In almost as short a time as her, she felt his body buck and he pulled out of her mouth and spent himself on the bed.

But she was curious what he tasted like and pulled him back into her mouth to see. He tasted salty and ever so slightly sweet. He gave another shudder and was still.

She rolled over onto her back, loving the completely decadent feeling of being naked while Dean rested his cheek on her inner thigh. She could feel his stubble graze her sensitive skin there and the familiar tension begin to build again. Suddenly Dean grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her closer to him. He lifted her right leg and put it over his shoulder, so that he could pull her up to his mouth easily.

He began again, first licking and then sucking gently on that incredibly sensitive flesh. She exploded for a second time, but before she could even catch her breath, his mouth was back again, tongue exploring, pressing his fingers into the folds of her flesh until she felt herself break again.

And again.

And again.

Before long she was whimpering from both need and exhaustion. She had never in all her life imagined feeling this completely sated.

Finally Dean kissed his way back up her body until he was lying alongside her. He ran a hand up and down her torso, soothing her skin and nerves, and giving her the feeling of a well fed cat. She giggled sleepily at the thought.

Dean's voice came as a whisper to her ear. "What are you laughing at, sweetheart?"

She opened her eyes briefly to see his satisfied grin.

"I think I'm a cat." She said, knowing she was making no sense, but he'd just have to deal with it. He was the one that had turned her completely senseless.

She tried to tell him that, but instead gave in to the oblivion that approached, only managing to wrap her arm around his waist and snuggle her face into his shoulder before it encompassed her.

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[yesihaveaobsession]

The Ultimate Bet

Alastor x Dean Winchester x female!huntress reader

Summary: Your soul is on the table, and Alastor wants it, why not settle it through a game of poker?

A/N- Sorry if this suck I barely know anything about poker! Anyways enjoy!! I googled a lot of this ... HA

The lounge of the hotel was dimly lit, the only light source being the overhead lamp above the poker table. The usual cheerful chatter was hushed tonight, as all eyes were on the table. Alastor sat with his perpetual grin, eyes filled with mischief, having the best poker face of them all. Opposite him sat an infamous rugged hunter, Dean Winchester, who was leaning back in his chair, his gaze steely.

You, a fearless huntress and good friend of Dean's, stood by his side, your heart racing. Your soul was on the line. Alastor wanted another soul to add to his collection, and yours interested him the most. You had encountered Alastor a few years back; this wasn't your first time in this hell. You had bumped into him at a bar, even before the hotel existed and before he disappeared for those seven years. Now, you two met again, here for a purpose.

Husker stood behind the table, dealing the cards. He dealt two cards to each player, then spread five community cards—three at once, then one more, then another—forming the basis for their best possible five-card hand. This was indeed a game of Texas Hold'em.

Alastor's smile widened as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, the sound echoing through the silent room like a heartbeat. Dean, on the other hand, was focused and determined despite the weight on his shoulders. His pretty green eyes stared at the cards in his hands.

"You know," Alastor drawled, his voice dripping with amusement, "I do love a good game of chance. And this one… well, it's particularly exciting, wouldn't you say?" He broke the silence. Dean looked up through his eyelashes at the demon, then back at his cards.

As the game began, the tension grew. Even Husk was boiling with stress watching the game unfold, knowing how good a player Alastor was. Dean's mind raced as he calculated the odds, while Alastor seemed almost relaxed, his confidence unwavering.

Round after round, the chips piled up, and the stakes grew higher. Dean tried to catch the Radio Demon bluffing and calculate his next move, but there was no stress behind that smile and those red eyes. Alastor let out a laugh. Finally, when Dean was ready, he peeked at his hand, glancing at a pair of aces and a king. He watched Alastor closely, looking for any tell that might give away the demon's strategy. Alastor, still grinning, called the bet, his own cards held close to his chest.

"So, Dean," Alastor said, casually tossing a chip into the pot, "how confident are you feeling about this hand? Confident enough to risk it all?"

"Confident enough to know you're bluffing," Dean sneered.

"Ah, is that so?" Alastor questioned. The pot grew bigger with each round. Finally, it came down to the last hand. Dean looked at his cards, his face betraying nothing. Alastor's grin was as wide as ever, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes.

"All in," Dean said, pushing his remaining chips to the center of the table. Alastor nodded. The cards were revealed, and the room held its breath. Dean's hand was strong, but Alastor's was stronger. The Radio Demon let out a triumphant laugh, his victory all but assured.

"Looks like luck is on my side tonight," Alastor purred, reaching for the chips. But Dean wasn't done yet. With a quick, almost imperceptible movement, he revealed an extra card hidden up his sleeve. The room fell silent as the realization dawned: Dean had outplayed the demon.

Everyone gasped slightly. Despite the smile, Alastor's eyes widened. Dean showed a cocky smile, looking over at you to see the relief and practically hearts in your eyes. Dean looked back at the demon who sat across from him.

Dean leaned back in his chair, a triumphant smirk on his lips. "Don't mess with a Winchester."

"Clever," Alastor said. With a flick of his wrist, Dean swept the chips toward him, securing your soul. He flipped the card that he had up his sleeve and flicked it at Alastor, then stood from the chair and made his way over to you, hugging you.

"Thank you," you whispered.