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kaleldobrev · 3 months

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Taste

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean going down on you in the back of Baby

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Cursing (4x), Smut (Fingering & Oral — F Receiving)

Authors Note: Takes place during season one | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

The uncomfortableness of the backseat didn’t faze you, as having sex in this specific position was one you were accustomed to; even before picking up Sam from Stanford.

Late night make out sessions before quietly leaving the motel room to find solace in Baby had become routine for you and Dean, as neither one of you wanted to be the one responsible for waking up Sam; knowing that he would give an earful to both of you.

Your bare back slightly stuck to the leather as Dean started to trail kisses down your chest and abdomen, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. The sounds of your back lifting up from the leather caused Dean to stop what he was doing, slight concern crossing his face. “Want me to put the blanket or my jacket down?” He asked, his hands already going for the blanket on the floor.

“Please,” you replied; almost semi-peeling yourself up from the leather seat. You covered your chest with your arms, unsure of why you did so, as this wasn’t the first (nor would it be the last) time Dean had seen you naked.

Happy with the placement of the blanket, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before gently lying you back down onto the backseat — your back no longer sticking to the leather.

Dean went back to kissing your abdomen again, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your ass up a bit, just enough for him to remove your shorts — the look in his eyes was priceless when he realized you had nothing on underneath. “Expecting this were you?” He grinned, throwing your shorts onto the floor next to him.

Spreading your legs, you couldn’t help but grin. “Always,” you said, starting to run your fingertips up and down your thigh.

Without a second thought, he hooked your legs over his shoulders; his eyes level with your now exposed pussy. “Been wanting to do this all day,” he said, starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Says the one who just gave me shit for going commando,” you grinned. You could feel his slightly stubbled smirk in your thighs, followed by him mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out.

His tongue made a long strip on your clit, and you let out a small moan at the contact. You too had been craving this all day. His tongue started slow, doing those intricate swirls he usually did so effortlessly with his tongue, that caused you to slightly squirm. His hand splayed on your stomach, trying to keep you from moving too much as he started to slowly fuck you with a combination of his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathed out; feeling yourself starting to clench around him; a smirk returning on his lips. It didn’t take long for Dean to get you there, as he was a self proclaimed expert when it came to knowing exactly the right moves to get you to come not only quickly, but hard.

Your whole body shuddered, and your knees began to go weak. You were thankful for the support of his shoulders, as if you didn’t, you knew your whole body would have gone limp.

He continued to alternate between using his tongue and fingers as you rid out your orgasm; your pussy starting to get sensitive from the intense orgasm that your boyfriend had just provided you with.

Coming down from your high, he removed his fingers and tongue from you, and you slightly whined at the loss of him. "Always so fucking good," he said, sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

As you propped yourself up on your semi-shakey elbows, he looked at you, slightly grinning, and you couldn't help but smirk in return. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"How it's my turn to taste you," you replied; a look of pure lust in his eyes.

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jawritter · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT! I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR A WHILE AND AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WORKS.

Can you do one (Jensen or dean doesn't matter). With the reader being young (mid teens) and she looks up to him and look to him for guidance and without either of you realizing it, he begins to taken on the role as your father figure and becomes very protective of you

*Gif DMed later to add to ask.*

That’s My Girl

Warning: None really. Dean being protective. Mention of Dickbag guy friend.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Teen reader (father daughter vibe relationship)

Word Count: 407

A/N: I hope this comes out okay. I don’t normally write father daughter type relationships because I just have trouble seeing Dean/Jensen that way lmao. So I hope this didn’t come out to corny.

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“I swear to God Dean! You’re not my father!” You yell in exasperation as you drop your backpack on the map table of the bunker.

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, the both of you froze in your tracks, just staring at one another. Neither of you really knew when the shift happened. You had been living with the Winchesters since you’d lost your parents. You were always close to Dean. You looked up to Dean in a lot of ways. You’d been through some similar trauma in life. You’d had a lot of shit go sideways in similar ways. It sucked. But it was better to go through shit with someone that’s been there and done that.

Dean just stood there for a moment, starting back at you with his jaw set tight.

“I may not be your father,” Dean said after a while, “but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to get hurt. This hunt is out of your league. Let me handle this one, and I promise you I will take you on the next one.”

Letting out a huff of defeat, you sink down into the chair closest to you. You didn’t want to fight Dean and hurt his feelings. He meant too much to you. You knew that he was just trying to protect you, keep you safe from yourself, and no one had ever done that before. It felt nice, comforting almost.

“Okay, fine,” you agree reluctantly, and Dean comes and places a heavy hand on your shoulder, squeezing it tightly before stepping off into the library.

“Oh, and Y/N, I really don’t want that little prick Brian, Brad, whatever the fuck his name was back up here, understood!” you called back over his shoulder, and you snorted as you looked back up at him.

“I kicked him in the balls when he grabbed my ass last night, so I don’t think you got to worry about Dean.”

Dean tossed his head back laughing as he made his way into the library to start his night of research calling, “that’s my girl”, over his shoulder and you smirked in spite of yourself. It was just too hard to stay mad at him for long. Even if he did get on your nerves with the over protectiveness. You knew he only did it because he cared, and that was more than you could ask for.

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spn-rewrites · 2 years

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01x18 (PART 1)

Season One Episode Eighteen: Something Wicked Comes This Way

part 2 part 3

Word Count: 2k

Summary: a text from John, an empty playground, and a rotted window sill

Late last night, a text came through one of Dean’s many burner phones. No words. Just a set of coordinates that, after looking, lead you to Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dean insisted you left immediately, barely letting you get a shower in before he started honking the horn on the Impala, waiting impatiently for you. On the drive, you and Sam did your usual research but everything came up empty. Much to Dean’s displeasure.

“We checked everything, LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers. There isn’t a single red flag,” Sam explained after Dean questioned your sureness for the third time this hour alone.

“Are we sure the coordinates are right?” You asked from the backseat. You had the map in your lap, looking right in the middle of Wisconsin. You saw the text. You knew they were right. But, maybe John typed them in wrong.

“We double-checked. Dad wouldn’t send coordinates if it wasn’t important,” Dean argued. You rolled your eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see from the rearview mirror and then looked out into the empty nothingness of the state of Illinois.

“I’m telling you Dean, we looked. There is nothing but a steaming pile of nothing. If dad’s sending us hunting for something, I don’t know what.”

“Well, maybe he’s gonna meet us there,” Dean suggested. That made you snort out load, causing both the boys to glance back at you.

“Like he’s been so easy to get a hold of lately?”

“You know you’re a real smartass, right?” Dean eyed you through the mirror in between his glances at the road. You shrugged your shoulders and then mesmerized yourself in the corn fields again. Sam never brought up the whole ring of fire around Mordechai Murdoch thing and neither did you. There were a lot of things that you and Sam haven’t talked about.

“I’m sure there’s something in Fitchburg worth killing,” Dean added.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because I’m the oldest and that means, I’m always right.”

Sam chuckled and shook his head. You could see the corner of his smile turning up as he looked at his brother. “No it doesn’t.”

“It totally does.”

Glasglow’s Lunch was right in downtown Fitchburg. The main street was busy with cars and foot traffic but Dean was needing coffee, and you’ve never said no to that before. You sat with Sam on the hood of the Impala. He leaned his back against it, looking out at the park across the street. It was eerily empty for this time of day, you noticed. You had your heels on the front rim of the car and as Dean crossed the road, three coffee’s in hand, he yelled. “Not the shoes on the car, please?”

You smiled and jumped off the car, grabbing the coffee he had tucked between his arm and chest. “Thank you,” you said. He returned the smile, although his was entirely too forced. Almost like he was mocking you.

He handed Sam his coffee and said, “the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that, nobody has heard of anything weird going on.” You nodded your head, figuring as much, but Sam was still too focused on the empty playground.

“It’s 10 after 4,” Sam said, catching Dean’s attention as he started to head back toward the driver's side of the car. “What’s wrong with this picture?” Sam nodded toward the playground. Of course, he noticed it, too.

“School’s out, isn’t it?” Dean asked.

“This place should be crawling with kids right now,” you said. Sam nodded in agreement and the three of you decided to head over to the park and talk to the one mother and daughter that were there.

You approached her with Dean at your side. The mother barely noticed you two walked up until Dean spoke to her. “Quiet out here, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s a shame,” she said, going back to her book, barely a glance at you.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“You know, kids getting sick. It’s a terrible thing.”

“How many?” Dean asked. You watched as the woman’s daughter played on the yellow metal jungle gym. She had pin-straight black hair held up in a ponytail, a pink bow holding it all together. Her fair skin with blushing pink cheeks. The spitting image of her mother sitting in front of you now.

“Just five or six, but serious. Hospital serious,” she told you. Her voice got quiet and she looked over at her daughter almost longingly, hopeful that her daughter would not end up like her classmates. “A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it’s catching.”

You relayed the conversation to Sam, who had been waiting in the car doing more research in case he missed something. He was always double and triple-checking. Dean headed for the hospital without a second thought. All of the kids were being kept at Dale County Memorial Hospital and in order to get any information, it was time to play dress-up. Your dress was wrinkled from being kept in the trunk, but you tried to straighten it out with your hands.

You passed the brothers their fake I.Ds and kept yours in your small purse. Sam scoffed when he read his. “This says bikini inspector on it, I can’t use this,” he hissed.

“Why not? They won’t look that closely,” Dean told him. You were both confident enough to pull off these charades in your sleep. You had been doing it for years, but with Sam having been out of practice, he was skeptical.

“It’s all about being confident,” you told him and pushed him toward the nurse’s desk. He tripped over his feet and had to steady himself on the counter. “Hi, I’m Jerry Kaplan, Center of Disease Control,” he said. He briefly held up his I.D, but not long enough for her to really look at it. “Can you direct me to the pediatric ward please?”

The nurse looked at him skeptically, but gave him the directions anyway and Sam thanked her before walking away. When he reached you and Dean, Dean whispered to him. “I told you it would work.” You had to laugh, but Sam didn’t find it funny. He just lead you up the stairs and to the kids.

As you walked down the hallway, an older lady caught your eye. She had big, white hair, that covered her shoulders and hung down the back of the wheelchair she was sitting in. Something about her was ominous. It made you stop and stare and you didn’t know why. She slowly turned around and looked at you. Her eyes were almost white, her pupils becoming cloudy with cataracts. You held your breath as you looked up at the wall. An upside-down crucifix hanging next to the closed window.

“Y/N,” Sam hissed, catching your attention. You looked at him and he nodded to you to follow him.

You met with the head pediatrician at the nurse's station, Dr. Hydaker You thanked him for meeting with you on such short notice, and followed him down the hall. "I was just about to call the CDC myself," he told you. "How did you find out anyway?"

"Oh, some G.P, I forget his name, he called Atlanta and must have beat you to the punch," Dean explained. You followed the doctor all the way to the ICU. Through the big glass windows, you could see all the kids hooked up to machines and oxygen, lying lifeless in the bed.

"You have six cases?" You asked, turning your back to the boys and watching the children breathe. So soft you could barely see their chest moving.

"Yeah, in five weeks," Dr. Hydaker said. "At first we thought it was bacterial pneumonia, not that newsworthy. But now, they're not responding to antibiotics and their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are wearing out."

A nurse called out the doctor's name, running up with a chart in her hand. "Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Sam asked. You turned around to see Dr. Hydaker sign the chart and hand it back to the pretty blonde nurse.

"Nothing this severe," he replied.

"The way it spreads - that's a new one for me," the nurse added, taking back the chart and holding it to her chest.

"What do you mean?" You inquired.

"It works its way through families. But only the children, one sibling after another."

"Do you mind if we interview some of the kids?" Dean asked. That might have been a good first step if any of them were conscious enough to talk. From the window, they all looked practically dead already. "What about the parents?" Dean asked next. Dr. Hydaker agreed and gave you the name of the most recent admission.

The youngest daughter, and most recent, was Bethany and her older sister Mary. Their dad was sitting outside of the ICU with bags under his eyes and sleep in his winkles. "We really appreciate you talking with us," you told him. He barely nodded.

"Mary's the oldest, right? She came down with it first?" Sam asked, getting the facts straight.

Mary's dad nodded. "She's 13. Then Bethany the next night."

"Within 24 hours?"

"I guess," he said. You exchanged a look with Dean as Sam talked. 24 hours was a short amount of time for a child to come down with pneumonia. "Look, I already went over this with the doctor."

"We just have a few more questions if you don't mind," Dean said to keep him in his seat just a little bit longer. The dad was rubbing his hands on his jeans, presumably getting the sweat off his palms. He was anxious to get back to his daughters. "How do you think they got pneumonia? Were they out in the cold, anything like that?"

"We think it was an open window," he said.

"Both times?" You piped in.

"The first time, I can't remember. But the second time for sure. I know I closed it when I put Bethany to bed," he explained. Dean asked if maybe Bethany opened it herself and her dad replied, "It was a second-story window, no ledge, no one else could have."

You excused the sick girls' dad and walked back down the hall the way that you came and when Sam tried to voice his skepticism, Dean shut it down. "Look, Dad sent us here for a reason. I think we might be barking up the right tree."

"I'm betting it'll be a while before that guy goes home," you chimed in, raising your eyebrows at the boys. Dean smirked and the admiration in his eyes was almost too much to bear. He looked like he could have hugged you.

You weren't finding much in the house. Dean was running the EMF reader throughout the room Bethany was taken out of and Sam had a blue light detector to check for any handprints that you couldn't see with the naked eye. The house was quiet, empty, and errie. You walked over to the window that faced out to the street and watched as the cars drove by. Your eyes dropped down to the sill. "Guys," you called slowly, unsure of what you were even looking at. What it could mean.

They were by your side within seconds, the EMF reader no longer making noise. All three of you were now looking at the window sill, where a big, black, rotted handprint was burned into the wood. "What the hell leaves a handprint like that?" Sam mumbled.

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alexsoenomel · 3 months

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POV: Texts between You and Dean Winchester

Bonus if you like Pedro Pascal:

This is what happens when I can't sleep

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strawlessandbraless · 1 month

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Angels: Brother, you have been chosen for this mission to save the righteous man from hell. But Castiel, hear me well. Do not covet the Michael Sword, big plans for that sword

*2 minutes later*

Castiel: I will lay claim to this living soul, rebuild him, mark him as my own, and carve my name into his ribs, gonna stare at him a lot, so much, gonna kiss him

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deancaskiss · 6 months

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cas is the one to lean in for a kiss; soft and tender and sweet against dean’s lips. but when he goes to pull away, something yanks at dean’s heartstrings. he grabs at cas, holding him steady so they’re breathing each others air. he’s not ready for the kiss to end. “one more,” dean murmurs against cas’ mouth, stealing another kiss. “one more,” he repeats a few seconds later, making cas smile against his lips. “one more, one more, one more.” and cas pulls dean closer, keeping his mouth against dean’s as he murmurs back, “you can have as many kisses as you want, dean. forever.” this time, cas kisses him deep and slow, as if there was no rush and nothing else in the world except them with their lips pressed together. “one more,” dean whispers, and cas kisses him again.

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naughtystiel · 4 months

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"Yeah, it- Shit, I haven't seen anything this bad in a long time." Victor said right before he retched and then the sound of him emptying his stomach echoed in the quiet forest. Together with Castiel, Dean ducked under a yellow tape that was tied loosely around trees and stopped right in front of Victor who was now wiping his mouth with a sleeve of his jacket. "What a sick fuck could do something like this?"

"Do we know who the victim is?" Castiel asked, putting a tip of a cigarette between his lips.

"No- Not yet." Victor paled even more, trying not to retch. "That bad?" Dean chimed in, a sympathetic expression on his face. At least he hoped so.

"To the point that I'm not sure we will be able to find out who she was. Well, maybe... Maybe we will have some luck with her fingerprints. If they're good enough. She- Fuck! She almost looks like she got pushed through a meat grinder." Before Dean could say anything, Victor was behind a tree, vomiting again.

"Go get some water, Vic. We will go have a look now." Castiel exhaled a puff of smoke and nudged Dean to follow him. It only took them a minute or so to get to the crime scene. Victor wasn't exaggerating when he described the victims state; she was basically ripped to shreds, one leg nestled in moss five meters away. Dean crouched next to the body, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and titled his head, "Man, this is bad."

Castiel hummed in agreement, "That it is." He glanced back, but Victor and his partner still stood by their car, clearly staying away from the gory sight that was nightmare worthy. With the cigarette now between his fingers, he crouched next to Dean and dipped them in some squelchy part of the body. Dean's eyebrow furrowed, but he still wrapped his lips around Castiel's fingers when he pressed them to his mouth. The blood wasn't even entirely cold yet. Castiel gave him a small, pleased smile, "Next time... Let's try not to get so carried away, this is messy even for us."

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supernaturalfreewill · 4 months

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"Look—you're hurt, okay?" Sam wrapped the bandage tightly and prayed it would stop the bleeding. You grimaced. "I have to go help Dean, so I need you to stay here. I'll come back for you. Okay?"

You felt panic welling up in your chest. "So many people have told me that, and they never do." Tears stung your eyes.

That was when Sam suddenly clasped your face in his hands and kissed you. Warmth flared in your chest and you could only stare at him, breathless, when he pulled back. "I will come back for you. I promise."

You nodded vaguely, your eyes still wide and surprised, which actually made Sam smile despite the circumstance. "I believe you," you breathed. And you did.

Prompt: "I'll come back for you." / "So many people have told me that and they never do."

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kaleldobrev · 3 months

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Blush

Pairing: Dean Winchester/F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Summary: For the first time in your life, you can say you’ve made Dean Winchester blush

Word Count: 389

Warnings: Cursing (1x), Mutual Pining (hinted), Pure Fluff & Embarrassed!Dean

Authors Note: Happy 45th birthday Dean Winchester ♡ | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You sighed as you watched the coffee maker slowly pour out the dark brown liquid that you so desperately craved, despite it being two in the morning.

Like normal after a hunt, for the life of you, you couldn't sleep. You had tossed and turned for the better part of two hours before you finally said, "fuck it," and came into the kitchen; making yourself a cup of coffee because why not? You were already wired from the adrenaline anyway.

As the coffee started to finish pouring itself into the carafe, you reached up into the cabinet above and grabbed your favorite mug; grateful that Dean had washed it for you after using it.

Taking the carafe in hand, you slowly poured the liquid into your mug, slightly inhaling the scent as you did so; before you sat down on the small kitchen table against the wall.

As you sipped your coffee, you heard footsteps coming from the other end of the hall — Dean — you could recognize the sounds of his footsteps from anywhere.

Walking into the kitchen, Dean smiled at you, and gestured to the mug that was currently still stationed in your hands. "Couldn't sleep either uh?" He asked, and you nodded in response.

"Always jealous that Sam can just conk out after a hunt," you said, as you started playing with the rim of your mug. "There's still some coffee left if you want any," you offered.

"Thanks," he nodded. At first, he wasn't going to take you up on your offer, but decided that he would, as his body was still full of adrenaline much like yourself. "Listen," he began, as he took the carafe and started pouring coffee into his mug. "If you ever find yourself unable to sleep, my door is always open."

A small smile formed on your lips at his offer. "Thanks. Might actually take you up on that sometime if you're being serious."

"Of course I'm serious," he said; his tone indicating that he was slightly offended by your comment. "We're...friends," the word friends coming off rather hesitant sounding.

"Just friends?" You teased, raising a brow. Dean's face went slightly flush then, almost embarrassed by your comment. You couldn't help but smile at the pinkness of his cheeks, finding it adorable that you had managed to make Dean Winchester blush.

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 10 months

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Sam Winchester NSFW Alphabet

I needed some Sam recently so why not an NSFW Alphabet :) enjoy :))

Rating: MINORS DNI 18+

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Sam first thought after sex is you. How you are feeling, are you sore? etc. He is very sweet and makes sure to cuddle you for a little while before cleaning you up and giving you anything you need before even thinking of himself. You come first. Always.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Even though he might not like to admit it. He is very confident in his body. He is most confident in his hands. Mostly because of how his fingers have an effect on you.

Sam loves everything about you, but if he had to choose he loves the way your hips are curved, so it is easy to grab you ;)

C=CUM (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a nasty person.)

If you gave him an okay, he would always cum in you. The way it drips out of you turns him on more.

But, if he couldn't that way he loves seeing it on your tits or face.

D=Dirty Secret

Sam loves when he comes down your throat as you give him a blow job.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

He may not be as experienced as Dean but he is experienced nonetheless. You will know everything about his past before you have had sex for the first time, but let me tell you he definitely leaves you wanting more after every time.

F= Favorite position (Goes without saying)

Missionary- him between your legs, your legs around his waist locked together. Up close and personal. He loves seeing your face full of pleasure.

Doggystyle- Remember when I said he loves holding your hips? He loves this position.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? or are they humorous)

He is mostly serious. It's a very serious moment of passion and intimacy for both of you.

I= Intimacy (How are things during the moment, romantic aspect.)

His hands never leave your body, he is very handsy and grabby but he always never leaves his lips off your body.

J= Jack off (Masturbation head canon)

It's not often that he does, in the line of work he does. But, when you are separated he may get one or two out of thinking of you. Or even calling you for help ;)

K=Kinks

Sam loves being dominate towards you. Choking you and edging you.

He also has a bit of a breeding kink. Just the thought of you being pregnant with his child makes him more turned on.

L= Location (where you guys would do the deed)

Sam is a very private guy, so any place that is private like his room is ideal.

But, he has taken the impala for a spin...if you know what I mean.

M= Motivation (What turns them on, or gets them going)

When you wear nothing but his shirt and he sees you with a book, immediately turned on.

N= No (Something they wouldn't do, or turns them off)

Anything that would bring you any pain. You are his love and seeing you in pain is his worse nightmare.

O= Oral (Do they like giving, receiving, both?)

Sam is an Oral god...he loves giving it and watching your face come from pleasure and knowing he is the one doing it.

He loves when you give him a blowjob, it gives him another time to relax.

P= Pace (Are they slow? Fast and rough?)

It really depends on the mood. He can certainly go rough and fast but if you requested gentle and slow. You got it.

Q=Quickie (Their opinion on it, how often would they have one)

Sam is a quickies fan even though he doesn't do them often. But, if you and him have time for a quick fix he is all for it.

R-Risk (Are they risky?)

In Sam's line of work, the risk is dangerous. He don't need it in the bedroom.

S=Stamina (How long can you last? How many rounds?)

Sessions with Sam are so hot and heavy, yall be lucky to have three rounds.

T=Toys (Do you guys own toys? Do they use them?)

You guys own a vibrator which is rarely used, You guys both can satisfy with what you get from each other.

U=Unfair (How likely would they tease)

Let's be honest, You would be the one that would that would tease. But, when Sam had enough of the teasing he would definitely let you know.

V= Volume (How loud are they)

Sam doesn't make much noise but expects a lot of heavy breathing. Low growls and grunts.

X=XRay (What's going on down there)

Sam is a big boy, and I don't just mean his height. You can expect that he is bigger than average.

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Despite him big majorly quiet and hiding behind a book, Sam's Drive is higher than you would think.

Z=ZZZ. (How fast he would fall asleep)

He would fall asleep a bit after you did.

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fussy-sammy · 1 year

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Two Days Later

"Dammit, latch on!"

I feel terrible for the way I growl at Sammy every time he turns away from the false nipple. But he just sputters and cries and cries and cries and Jesus Christ he just sits and screams.

I'm starting to wonder if me or Dean is gonna start ripping our hair out first.

But Dean never does much. Never says a word. Just stares with wide eyes, clamping his hands over his ears in that over-the-top way kids do.

"I didn't mean to yell."

It had definitely made the shrieking worse.

I just feel so damn lost.

Sammy's not used to the formula or the bottles and he's not eating. Dean's not speaking, not even to me. Doesn't even tell Sammy goodnight anymore. It's been two days.

They're sharing a bed though. I don't have a crib for Sammy, so he sleeps tucked beside Dean. I know he won't let his baby brother fall.

It's almost bedtime now. Dean's in the tub. I'm gonna have a couple beers and see what I can find tonight.

If I can ever get Sam to finish this damn bottle.

#my writing #spn drabbles #spn drabble #john winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #pov writing #sammy #dean #john #daddy #baby sam #idk this just popped into my head and wouldn't get out

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it's 2004 when steve finds himself back in hawkins for the first time since he moved away for good. he has a master's degree under his belt, a mortgage on a house outside of st. louis with a dog and picket fence, and a rockstar that wormed his way into his heart next to him in bed every night. he's closer to 50 than he is to 20 and life feels good, life feels settled, figured out in a way he never thought he'd get to see.

"you gonna tell me why you're shakin' like a leaf?"

but sitting across from wayne munson and his sharp gaze is enough to make him feel like a teenager again.

steve takes a sip from his glass of water before setting it down on the end table next to him and watches the way wayne's finger taps against the side of his coffee cup. it's like he's keeping rhythm with something that steve can't hear, like a drum beat in his head that proves that he's the reason eddie has musical talent.

"i'm fine," he responds back to wayne, a stilted smile crossing his face. wayne's gaze deepens like he he doesn't believe him. "i'm fine!"

there's a clock ticking somewhere in the living room and the faucet in the kitchen is dripping quietly and it makes the silence that falls between them even more deafening. steve takes in a deep breath and nods absently as he rubs his palms over his denim clad knees.

"is he in trouble?" wayne asks in a gruff voice, low and to the point. steve shakes his head immediately, stutters out something that sounds like no, and wayne looks at him with his eyebrows pinched together. "are you in trouble?"

"no, it's not-" steve stands up and paces out some of his nerves, hands shoved into his pockets so that he stops waving them around. he sighs and looks back at wayne. "it's nothing bad."

"if it ain't bad, then just say it."

steve groans and runs his hands through his hair. it's harder to do this than he thought it would be, quite possibly the hardest thing he's done in years and that's including having to admit to eddie that he does indeed like the stupid beard he grew as a dare from jeff. wayne is still staring at him with a determined look, like he won't let steve get away with any of his usual charming bullshit, and looks so much like eddie that it makes something in his heart explode.

"fine! i'm asking eddie to marry me and i need your permission or something. happy old man?" he finally says, or well, shouts. it's too loud in the quiet house and he can see wayne wince from the decibel he reaches but it's out. it's off his chest and he's finally said it.

and wayne is smiling.

seeing him smile is strange, not because he doesn't look good with a smile, but because it's not often that steve gets to bear witness to it. it starts off slow, clipped at the edges before it spreads to his cheeks and crinkles his eyes. steve's breathing hard when wayne stands up and wraps his hands around the tops of his shoulders. he can feel himself shaking under wayne's grip and from this close, he can see the tears that he knows wayne is fighting against.

"it's about damn time, boy. took you two long enough to pull your heads outta your backsides."

getting hugged by wayne is almost weirder than seeing him smile. it's short, to the point, with pats on backs and chuckles that break loose from steve's too tight chest. part of him wishes eddie were here to let him be a part of the moment, but it would ruin the surprise he's so carefully planned, so he revels in the rare time between just the two of them.

"had to wait for somewhere to allow it first, wayne," steve mutters as they pull apart and he feels hope unfurl somewhere within him when he says it.

"well, alright, i guess you're off that hook then. but y'know," wayne's sitting back down in his arm chair and steve does the same, matching grins plastered on their faces. "you don't need my permission. that boy is crazy over you and if you think you ain't a part of this family already, then you're crazier than he is."

steve looks around at the pictures on the shelf behind wayne's head. sees young eddie and wayne with arms around each other, sees a makeshift graduation picture, an out of focus one of the two of them outside their house in missouri, one of all three of them around the chritmas tree in '99 when they had wayne come down to see them, and he thinks, yeah. they're already a family. at least now it'll be paper official.

#don't ask i just wanted to write about wayne okay #bee try to not write wayne as if he is uncle bobby from spn challenge failed #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #wayne munson the man that we have made you........#this is long but i didn't want to ruin the flow with a read more so pls forgive me #crush the idea that a man has to ask permission to marry u but steve absolutely still would because he thinks it's what a gentleman does

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castiwls · 6 days

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confessions - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; Confessing your love while drunk is all well and good until that drink wears off. (pt2 for drunken confessions)

Requested; @nix-rose

Notes;tysm for the request sorry this took so long lmao <3

Masterlist | pt1

Taking a sip from the mug you continued staring forward. You’d barely slept the night before, your mind had been going a mile a minute ever since you’d managed to get Dean into his room and convinced him to sleep.

So far you’d spent most of your time thinking over what you could possibly say to him whenever he emerged from his room. The weight of ruining your friendship lay heavy over you, while he’d claimed to be in love you had no way to know if he was telling the truth.

You’d known Dean long enough to know that when he got drunk enough his emotions came pouring out in strange ways. Sometimes he’d bottle up and refuse to say anything, he’d use the drink to dull the pain yet sometimes he went in the completely other direction. And last night seemed that he’d been pretty open and willing to talk about things such as how he felt.

Though you knew that the chances of him even remembering coming home last night were low.

Letting out a small sigh you placed the mug down on the table before looking to the door for a moment. The sound of footsteps caught your attention as you watched the doorway. As they grew closer the sound of a small groan echoed off the walls. Your lips quirked up slightly at the sound.

“Morning.” Dean paused in the doorway rubbing a hand over his eyes. His gaze fell onto you and he tensed for a moment before clearing his throat. Slowly he took a seat opposite you, his eyes falling on your mug.

Wordlessly you pushed it over to him earning a small smile in thanks. He took a long sip before placing the mug down and staring at it. “How’s your head?” You placed your hands on the table in front of you looking at him expectantly. Dean looked up a small frown on his lips. “Sore.”

You were both quiet for a moment as he quickly finished the drink. His shoulders seemed to tense the longer you both sat in silence.

“Look, I’m not gonna dig into you about the whole getting drunk and not getting supplies,” Dean visibly relaxed at your words, part of him had expected you to chew him out the minute he’d walked into the kitchen yet you hadn't. Something which had left him feeling slightly on edge. “But we do need to talk about something.” A pit of anxiety was quickly forming in your stomach as you watched him tense again.

Taking a breath to calm your nerves you caught his gaze. “Do you…do you remember what you said last night?” Dean’s breath hitched slightly as he pushed the empty mug away. He kept your gaze as you began to nervously fiddle with your hands at his continued silence.

He pursed his lips for a moment before he closed his eyes. “I told you.” A small laugh left his lips as he leaned back in his chair running a hand down his face. “I…what did I say.” He stared at you expectantly as he bit down on his lip. He wasn’t one for sharing his feelings and the idea that he’d drunkenly blurted them out made him feel slightly sick.

The idea of being completely vulnerable with someone normally left him feeling on edge but the idea of being drunk and doing it freaked him out endlessly.

“Not much.” You assured him. “You just…just confessed your love.” You watched as Dean’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded slowly. He thought for a moment allowing the initial shock he felt to dissipate.

“How do you feel about it? About what I said?” His face stayed neutral but you could see the small glimmer of hope in his eyes. A small laugh left your lips, he was trying to skate around it. You’d seen him do this before, he wasn’t going to admit anything until you did.

“That depends. Did you mean it?”

You watched with bated breath as he was silent for a moment. You knew this could make or break your whole friendship with him. Dean Winchester was not someone who enjoyed being vulnerable, but if he really meant it then surely he could be vulnerable around you.

“I did. Hell, I really wish you hadn’t found out this way. But I really meant it.”

He watched you closely for a moment before reaching for one of your hands. “Sweetheart, please don’t leave me hanging here.” He chucked nervously. “Maybe drunk you is braver than both of us.” You smiled squeezing his hand. You felt him squeeze your hand back a smile of his own growing on his lips.

“I’ve felt the same since we met.” Finally being able to admit it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest almost. You’d carried around these feelings for so long that you’d accepted the fact that nothing would ever come of them yet here you were.

Dean’s grin seemed to grow at your confession. “So me getting drunk paid off then.” He joked watching as you quietly laughed as well.

“I guess it did.” You nodded. “We still need to talk about that though.”

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alexsoenomel · 3 months

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POV: Dating Dean Winchester

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uhohnotthisagain · 2 months

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Admiring Dean - Headcannon

Dean's turn!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Dean being cute and soft, mentions of post sex, mentions of fighting, vampires, no swearing.

My masterlist

Whilst doing research:

The three of you; Sam, Dean and you, had been researching for hours.

Because the bunker didn't have any windows, it was difficult to tell the time of day.

You glanced at the little clock in the corner of your laptop screen, realising it was nearing 2 a.m.

Raising your arms above your head, you let out a yawn before collapsing in your chair. You look over at Dean, taking note of his furrowed brows as he concentrates on what he’s looking at on his laptop.

You glance around him, noting the food wrappers and empty beer bottles, similar to your area at the table.

For once, Sam was falling asleep at the desk, having grown too tired to keep researching despite the numerous cups of coffee. “Guys, I’m calling it a night.” He slams his computer shut and stands up, half-heartedly waving goodnight.

Dean looks towards you, raising his eyebrows at you. “You ready to hit the hay too?”

You smile at him, nodding your head.

He stands up after shutting his laptop, walking over to your side of the table. He’s wearing your favourite red flannel, sleeves rolled up, jeans and boots. The best combination.

You look up at him, taking his hand that he had out to offer and follow him to your shared bedroom. As you get ready, you take glances to peak at him, enjoying the view of his torso as he strips out of his flannel and into a t-shirt to sleep in.

You climb into bed, Dean climbing in on his own side. He reaches over you, hand on your waist, pressing a quick but passionate kiss to your lips.

“You know, you can always take a picture, I won’t mind.” He says with a wink.

A blush creeps up to your cheeks, a small smile presenting itself.

“Sorry, can’t help myself sometimes. You’re irresistible.”

“Am I now? Would you like to show me how irresistible I am?” He raises a brow.

“Oh absolutely.” You reply, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him down back to your lips.

In bed:

Dean was panting, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He only had the thin motel sheet covering his otherwise naked body.

You had just gone to the bathroom, having just finished up and walking back out to rejoin him.

His muscular torso was raising up and down with his breathing, his arms above his head, accentuating his biceps.

He looks over towards you as you crawl back into bed, reaching out for you to lay on his chest.

You stare up at him, brushing your hands through his hair. It was already messy, having run your fingers through it not 10 minutes ago.

“I love you.” You whisper.

He angles himself to be able to get a better look at you. “I love you. So much.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. Different from before. Before was filled with passion. Need. This one was filled with love. Happiness. Contentment.

Everything about Dean felt right. He was perfect.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling the sheet up over you, making sure you were covered and not too cold.

The two of you get more comfortable, facing each other, arms wrapped around waists, falling asleep not long after.

When he’s asleep:

It was most mornings when you woke up before Dean.

It was your favourite way to start the day.

You opened your eyes, having woken up to the sun blaring through the window.

You roll over to find Dean still asleep next to you.

He had one arm under the pillow, most likely holding onto the gun hidden under there. The other was stretched over the bed towards you, unconsciously reaching out for you.

Your eyes mapped out his face, taking note of the freckles that dotted over his face, eyelashes that you envied lying on his upper cheek.

His breathing was even, looking ever so peaceful as he slept.

It had been a while since he had nightmares, stopping when the two of you started dating and sleeping in the same bed. You were glad that there was something you could do that would allow him to have much deserved moment of peace.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Dean mumbled.

You smile as he peaks one eye open.

“What time is it?” He asks.

“7:30.”

“Nope, we’re going back to sleep.” He pulls you to him by your waist, holding you there so you couldn’t escape.

“Dean, we have to get up. We need to be in Portland in two days. Come on.”

Dean groans, releasing you from his warm entrapment.

As you get up to go to the bathroom, you take him in one last time.

He furrows his brow as a flash goes off, opening his eyes to see your phone pointing at him.

“Oops, forgot to turn the flash off.”

He jumps up just as you start running to the bathroom, making it just in time to close the door before he can get you.

“You’ll pay for that one, Sweetheart!” You hear.

You giggle as you turn the shower on, smiling at the picture you took of Dean.

When he saves you:

It was vampires. They were everywhere.

There were more than you three had expected but you still charged in, slicing the heads off of the ones that charged at you.

You had easily killed 15 each, but there were still more.

You were starting to feel the fatigue of fighting furiously for the last half an hour, but you kept powering through.

The grunts of Sam and Dean fighting could be heard in the background, which you used as fuel to keep going and not worry about them.

When you thought you had gotten them all, you breathed a sigh of relief. You went searching for Dean and Sam, when another vampire came running at you from behind.

You barely had time to scream, as the vampire grabbed you from behind, throwing you on the ground.

You grunted as you hit the floor, rolling to get back up when the vampire climbed on top of you, fangs out ready to pierce your skin.

She leaned down, her face quickly turning from anger to fear and shock. She fell off of you to the side, a knife sticking out of her back.

Dean was standing behind her, holding a jar full of dead man’s blood. “Had to put this dead guy to use, hey?”

You let out a sigh of relief, letting Dean help you up. He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, you?” You respond with a nod.

“Yeah.”

Dean leads you out to the Impala, where Sam is waiting.

He squeezes your hand, opening the passenger door for you.

“Am I not sitting in the back?” You ask.

“Nah, Sammy can sit in the back for once. You’re sitting with me.” Dean respond. You look at Sam, silently asking for reassurance.

He nods in return, giving you a smile before climbing into the backseat.

You climb in, Dean closing the door and walking around to get into the driver's seat.

As he drives off, you move closer to him, leaning against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, getting comfortable as you set off for the nearest motel.

#supernatural imagines #dean winchester #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester imagines #spn #sam winchester #dean #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester headcannon #headcannon

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