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Winchester’s Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 984

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo true mates

A/N: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N II: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART V

Dean angrily stomped down the hallway and burst into the exam room, yelling, “Do you have any idea how fucking backasswards this state is, Dad!”

John blinked in surprise. Dean rarely spoke like this towards him as a Subordinate Alpha, which meant something was very off. Sam's ignored inquiry was another red flag. “Dean, what happened?”

“Do you know what they mandate done to prove ownership of O’s?” John was about to respond when the doctor reappeared, clearly unnerved by the angry scent rolling off Dean. “I need to speak to you privately, Mr. Winchester.” John doesn’t answer them back. “Dean, you got all the paperwork squared away?”

Dean acknowledged it was complicated, shifted his focus to the doctor, staring oddly at Sam, and barked, “You’re not his type, Doc!”  John ignored Dean's outburst and ordered them to wait outside the O’s room. They walked to another exam room, shutting the door. The doctor handed him a file. “This is the reason I asked to speak privately. It concerns your sons and the O.”

John read the first page. “The O’s file is flagged in the database? It was part of a lot taken during the bust of an illegal Pack distributor, and federal law requires spaying before resale?” The doctor interrupted, “Since I just examined it, I can attest this O is still fully intact. Heaven knows how Helms got hold of it.”

Anger crossed John’s handsome features, and snarled, “That son of a bitch! Her original purchaser accused Helms of selling them misrepresented goods. No wonder that Alpha sold her so cheaply.” He flipped to the next page and continued reading.

The next thing John was aware of was that he was seated on the floor. He knew most people would find this situation impossible, but he had had too much personal experience with the unbelievable to doubt it. “Mary’s obstetrician never said anything about us having twins!”

The doctor rolled a stool over and sat down before the big Alpha. “Was her physician at a government clinic?” John affirms the question, which makes the doctor sigh. “I bet she had an amniocentesis performed.” At John's expression, they said, “Some of their OBs order testing even if the ultrasound or blood work doesn’t show anything concerning.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Money. They use it to determine the sub-gender and designation because there are those among the elite wanting specific types of newborns. And twins with designations of Pack Omega and Breeder Alpha? It would’ve created a bidding war.”

John felt his lips moving, unable to vocalize the questions spinning in his mind. He did not want to believe the information when the doctor gestured to the results in his hands.

“I’m not lying about Sam and the Omega being twins.” John shook his head. “But I saw the ultrasounds. I would have known if I had a daughter!”

“With the older equipment, they could have already loaded someone else’s tape in the machine to fool you. And were you present during delivery?” John responded negatively.

“They drugged your mate, so she won’t remember the birth to smuggle the newborns out of the hospital directly. Something must have gone wrong since they only got your daughter, but it doesn’t explain how she ended up with that illegal distributor.”

John flashes back to seeing Mary and remembers how out of it she seemed after having Sam. Later, a shorter man appeared out of nowhere when he took Dean to the nursery, holding him up to see his new brother through its large window. He doesn’t remember their conversation, but Dean’s comment about not letting the man with the spooky eyes get Sammy stuck with him.

John's voice is hoarse. “How can she be a Pack Omega? And Sam a Breeder? They don’t exist anymore!”

“We might have evolved into civilized beings but still carry our ancestors' genetic makeup.” The doctor tapped a finger against their lips, “There was a theory that the reintroduction of Wild Pack DNA could reactivate Breeder genes within certain bloodlines, which would explain why the twin turned out a Pack Omega. She is your son's true mate.”

The doctor's words, certain bloodlines-true mate, pounded like a drumbeat, repeating in his keen mind and boarding on deafening when it hit him.

All this has something to do with Mary's death too.

“As that character in Jurassic Park said, life finds a way.” The doctor looked pained. “I must report all these results to the federal authorities by law. They will request a local retainer immediately and take them into custody. But since you have a court date,” the doctor calculated by wall clock, “In roughly thirty hours. I won’t send the results until then.”

John grew suspicious. “Why delay it?”

“I may participate in this system, but I’m not heartless. I have pups myself, and I’ve just dropped a metaphorical bomb on you. If these weren’t extenuating circumstances, you’d have legal recourse against Helms.”

John nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you. Are you obligated to tell all my pups about these findings?” The doctor replied yes but gave a pointed look, “Your party has left before I could notify them.” They paused to ponder a moment.

“Perhaps this is an unexpected blessing. The judge must accept these test results, negating your son’s conviction because now they’ve been brought together, their wolves won’t allow them to be separated easily.”

John left the office but slipped out of the clinic's rear entrance instead of returning to the exam room. He walked out of the security cameras' range and pulled out his phone, dialing a number he swore never to use again. It rang twice before answering.

“I told you to lose this number, you son of a bitch!”

“It’s about my pups.” There was silence, then, “I’m listening.” John released his held breath, “Bobby, I need your help, or I’m gonna lose them all.”

Part VI

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[wayward-dreamer]

Couldn't Resist

Square/s Filled: Car sex @spnaubingo

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 915

Summary: Y/N can't resist Dean when he's wearing a suit.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), car sex, public sex

A/N: Just felt like writing something short, hope you all like it! Happy reading :)

“God, we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“You’re the one who jumped me, sweetheart-”

Dean’s words were interrupted as Y/N’s lips molded to his, the kiss passionate and rough, matching the frenzy of her hands unbuttoning the top of his white shirt, knowing they didn’t have the time or the space to undress completely but she still needed to feel him. They were on a case, both of them talking to witnesses while Sam was doing research back at the motel, and well… when she saw Dean in his FBI suit she really couldn’t resist any longer than she already had since that morning. So on the drive back to the motel, she told him to pull into an alleyway next to a strip mall, climbing into his lap just as he turned off the engine to the car. It was broad daylight, there were side exits to the stores so anyone could walk out and see them, but she really couldn’t give a fuck in that moment. With her boyfriend’s hard cock pressing against her wet panties, the only thing she cared about was freeing him from the confines of his dress pants as much as she could, and getting him inside her immediately.

“What did you tell Sam?” she asked, breathlessly as his lips moved down her neck.

“Baby needed fuel,” he replied between kisses along her neck.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see a man walk past the alley, too distracted by his phone. Anyone walking past could easily look down the length of the lane and see them through the windshield.

“We should hurry,” she muttered, reaching for his belt.

Dean smirked as his palms slid up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, her black skirt bunched up around her waist, her own white shirt open down to her stomach with her white lace bra exposed to him, and hopefully only him. He pulled her panties aside just as she undid his pants, wrapping her hand around his incredible girth as she lifted herself up, slightly. There wasn’t any time to waste, so she didn’t, sinking down on him and letting out a rough gasp as his shaft stretched her walls, completely sheathed by them. He held onto her hips and helped her rock against him, her hands clenching his shirt tight as she threw her back, moaning loudly at the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her tight heat.

“Fuck, this is the best idea you’ve ever had, babe,” he groaned, his neck straining, veins pressed against his skin as he laid his head back against the top of the seat. “You look so fucking good like this, love it when my good girl gets so deseprate for me.”

She moaned wantonly as she continued to ride him, his hands pulling her hips down hard and fast, just the way she liked it. The head of his shaft was pressing against her g-spot with every thrust, her walls gripping him tight every time and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long. Which was probably a good thing because of where they were. Quickies in the Impala were few and far between considering they were always with Sam, so whenever they found some time alone, they had to take it.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Dean,” she whimpered, dropping her back down and staring deep into his green orbs. “Love the way you feel, love feeling your cock inside me…”

“Shit,” he hissed, his lips pulling into a grin as he watched her. “So perfect, look so good riding my cock, sweetheart. You close?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, taking his hand and bringing it between her legs.

Y/N bounced faster on Dean’s lap just as his fingers circled her swollen nub, sounds of pleasure leaving both of them as they chased that blissful release. Her head tipped back as her hand pressed into the top of the car for leverage, her moans growing louder as her hips faltered, and he knew how close she was. With one last moan from both of them, her core tightened, her walls clenching around his throbbing cock, wetness covered him just as spurts of his seed spilled inside her. They both tried catching their breath as they came down from the high, a soft giggle escaping her as her eyes met his.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he smirked, pulling her down for a searing kiss.

She hummed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. They were lost in the moment until she briefly opened her eyes, her peripheral view catching someone opening the back door to one of the stores. She ripped her mouth away from Dean’s, leaving him stunned in his seat as she climbed off his lap.

“Someone’s there,” she huffed, quickly fixing her clothes.

That launched him into action as well, making sure he was decent before starting the car, the engine roaring to life. He drove forward, looking through the rearview mirror and grinning as he saw the confused store owner watching them leave. As he pulled out onto the main road, they looked at each other, both of them erupting into laughter. He took her hand in his and brought to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles as they made their way back to the motel.

His girl was full of surprises and he loved it.

[spnexploration]

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Happy birthday Dean Winchester! Here's a quick one-shot I whipped up to celebrate.

This also fulfils the 'Plus Size' square of my @spnaubingo 2023 bingo card, even though it's 2024... I'm late, I know, but I still want to do some more of it!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus sized!reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Couple of crap comments from a random, some not-great self-esteem and a drunk character, but nothing particularly bad.

Synopsis: A man you're interviewing makes some crap comments about your body, and Dean doesn't help. Can he make it up to you?

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“Which one’s the father?” The sleazy guy joked. My stomach dropped.

“Excuse me?!”

“Oh, it’s alright love, I know the real father’s probably suffering somewhere alone while you’re off gallivanting with your workmates. I’m surprised he lets you out, really.”

The urge to punch the witness we were interviewing was overwhelming. Rather than ruin the case, I turned on my heel and marched out.

Fuck that guy. I’m not pregnant and I’m not screwing either of the Winchesters.

I heard Dean’s FBI agent tone of voice as he started speaking behind me. Great to see they were all just moving on with their lives, I thought sarcastically.

---

📱 Where are you? We’re going to the next witness’s house

A text came in from Dean. I read it but didn’t reply.

📱 You ok?

I sighed. Finally, he asks.

📱 Fine. I’ll catch up with you later

I replied. He sent me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes.

I kicked at the ground and started the walk back into town. Sam and Dean would probably try and make me feel better, but I knew that wasn’t happening. I looked down at my soft, flabby belly that I’d tried multiple times to lose.

I walked.

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I felt a bit absurd, getting tipsy this early. It wasn’t that I felt like I had to drink to get over the comment. It was just  that I’d gotten back to the motel room and was feeling a bit morose, and there was nothing to do. I’d tapped out of the case and I was bored. I went for another wander and this stupid town had nothing in it but a pub, and so somehow I’d ended up here, starting drinking a lot earlier than normal.

And now I looked like I was drinking my feelings, when I wasn’t.

 Not that there was anyone looking at me anyway.

Well, except in disgust. Who knew how many more people in here thought I was pregnant too. Probably thought I was harming an unborn baby, right now.

Fuck them.

---

“You know there’s still a monster on the loose?” Dean said gruffly, a frown on his face. I guess it’d been easy to find me given how few things there were in this town.

“You struggling without me?” I didn’t think I was slurring too much, but his expression did not improve when I started talking.

“How you going to fight one off like this?” he gestured to me.

“You think a few drinks are why I’m fat?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not calling you fat, I’m calling you drunk.”

“Right,” I said with an eyeroll.

“Come on, get in the car,” he said, trying to tug my arm.

“Fuck off Dean! I can drink if I want to. There’s nothing else to do in this shithole, anyway.”

He dropped my arm and stomped off to the bar.

I turned back to my drink. Sam came and sat opposite me. You can’t escape the bloody Winchesters.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked with his puppy dog eyes.

“I’m fine. I had a free afternoon, I came to get a drink. Is that fucking crime now?”

“I meant about what happened with the guy. You seemed pretty upset.”

“Surprised you could see that, you were both so busy being silent.”

“Didn’t you hear Dean?”

“How could I hear Dean when he wasn’t saying anything?”

“No, he laid right into the guy.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I heard Dean get right back into his FBI voice as I walked off.”

“Yeah, he was still in character at first, told the guy that he needed to speak respectfully to Agents. And then when the guy was still a douche he got a bit more Dean and threatened to punch his lights out if he didn’t shut up about you.”

I laughed into my drink. I was sure Sam was embellishing, there was just no way Dean would care that much about someone being mean to me.

Speak of the devil, Dean appeared again, tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He put the water in front of me.

“Thanks, but I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not having you hung over tomorrow and being a liability to the case, drink the water.”

“I don’t remember electing you.”

“Jesus, you’re even more belligerent when drunk. Just drink the water and stop moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“The guy was an asshole, no one thinks you look pregnant. But you can’t just drink yourself blotto and get yourself killed every time someone says something mean to you.”

I stood up, grabbed the glass of water and upended it all over Dean’s face. Then I marched out the door.

The effect was a little ruined by my drunken stagger, though.

---

Sam caught my arm as I got outside. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I walked myself here, I can walk myself home!”

“I’m pretty sure you were walking in a straight line when you got here though. Come on.”

I let him tug me to the Impala. He must’ve grabbed the keys off Dean before chasing after me.

“He’s just worried about you,” he said gently as we were exiting the carpark. “Doesn’t want you getting hurt.”

“That does not give him a free pass to behave like that.”

---

Dean stood over me, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hands. “Morning, sunshine. Need some relief?”

I gratefully reached out. Man, I did not normally drink that much.

“What time is it?”

 “Time to work the case.”

I groaned, “Can’t you do it without me?”

“No, come on, back on the horse.”

“It’s not the horse that’s the problem, it’s the dog that bit me.”

“I did tell you to drink water,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off!” I threw my pillow at him. He easily deflected but wisely left me alone after that.

I groaned and got off the couch I’d been sleeping on, slumping to the bathroom. The boys were sitting around the tiny table, already dressed and looking at their laptops.

Sam was gone when I came out, freshly showered, dressed and feeling slightly more human. I looked at Dean with a clear question on my face.

“He’s gone for coffee, thought you could use some.”

“Thanks.”

“I, uh,” Dean continued, more hesitantly, “I owe you an apology.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. An apology from Dean was a rare thing, but I was wary it was going to end up being a backhanded insult instead. I often felt like I needed to protect my heart from being hurt by him.

“I was worried about you getting hurt when I saw you were drunk. But I just tried to solve the problem, I didn’t actually talk to you, and I,” he paused, biting his lip, “I shouldn’t do that.”

“Nice to see I’m just a problem,” I replied sarcastically. I wasn’t sure why he was riling me so much, but I still felt so hurt and angry.

He stood up and came over to me. “You’re not a problem,” he said quietly, trying to look into my eyes. I ducked my head away from the intensity of his look. “And I am sorry that asshat upset you.”

“I didn’t get drunk just because some guy called me pregnant, you know.” I could hear how defensive I sounded, despite my best efforts not to.

“It’s a shitty thing he did anyway. You’re beautiful.”

I laughed mirthlessly.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t put yourself down all the time.”

“Dean, your idea of beautiful is tall, thin, busty and great hair.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, they’re all thin at least.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“The women you sleep with, the women you hit on.”

“I can think of many women I’ve hit on who aren’t ‘thin’, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Suuuure,” I said with an eye roll.

“But I haven’t hit on many women lately, been distracted by one in particular.”

“Let me guess, beautiful?”

“Absolutely.”

“My point exactly. It’s ok Dean, you don’t have to ma-” Dean’s fingers found my chin, nudging it up so I would like at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel it.”

I stared at him, mouth agape. Absolutely stunned into silence.

“And I’m sorry again that I was a bit of a dick yesterday.”

His face came even closer, watching my reactions.

“You’re my weak spot,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not.” I put my hands on his chest, “Dean, this isn’t funny, don’t tease me.”

He dropped his hand from my chin, looking hesitant. “Sweetheart, I’m putting my heart on the line here, I’m not teasing.”

My hands slackened.

He edged a tiny bit forward.

His tongue darted out and back in. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

Was this even real?

How was this happening?

His hand came up to cup my cheek.

I leant forward.

The world suddenly sped up again. Dean moved in, closing the gap between us and bringing his lips to mine. I lost myself in the tenderness of his touch, the softness of his lips, the  exploration of his tongue and mine.

A sudden noise made us pull apart. Sam was standing in the doorway, cardboard holder with coffees in one hand and the other on his hip.

“I’m happy for you guys and all, but we still have a case to work. You can pick this up later.”

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Wild Hearts (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N tags along to a bonfire on the beach with her brother and his friends. She tries to fit in with them, but winds up finding more of a connection to the guy crashing the party. 

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Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Age gap @spnfluffbingo Meet cute @spnaubingo “Are you stupid or stupid?” 

Word Count: 3,374 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is 20 but closer to 21), underage drinking, mostly implied physical abuse, past injury (bruising/scars), language, slow burn, a little angst, arguing, maybe a little gaslighting, mutual pining, a kiss to the forehead, fluff 

A/N: Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @spnaubingo. 

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A/N #2: Masterlist summary and warnings have been updated. Please review before reading. 

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Your brother grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you back towards the party going on down the beach. "Stop being such a bitc-" 

"Ow! Quit it, jerk." You tried to shake your arm from his grasp but his fingers dug in, "You're hurting me." 

"Don't be such a baby," he growled, stopping far enough away from the bonfire so the crowd of his friends wouldn't overhear. There was a chill in the air and his friends were gathered closer around the flames now. "I told you, if you wanted to tag along you can't just wander off by yourself. Mom would have my ass if something happened to you on my watch." 

"Screw you, I'm not a baby. Let. Go." 

He finally did. 

"They're all ignoring me. I wanna go home." You said, pointing to the mean girls a ways away. 

"Well, I'm not taking you. I'm not ready to leave yet." He said, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare. 

You knew it was a mistake taking a ride from him in the first place, but you didn't have your own car. And you failed your driver's test over the last weekend. Fun way to spend your sixteenth birthday, with your brother mocking you the whole way home. 

"Then I'll walk or call mom to come get me." 

"No, you won't. Unless you want her to know that I was right and you are a baby." He stared you down, "Just have a drink and relax for a bit, maybe it'll loosen you up and people will want to talk to you." He glanced back at the busty blonde he'd been eyeing all night; the girl you knew he came here for. He'd only been following her around like a lost puppy all summer. She waved and gave him a little wink. "Stop being so selfish, Y/N, and maybe we'll get along for once." 

"I'm selfish?!" You scoffed, you'd only sat around watching the sunset and shuffling your feet in the sand for the past couple hours while he chatted up said blonde. His friends weren't the only ones excluding you. Not that you wanted to be in on that conversation, but you thought the night was going to go a little different. You thought it would be like the old days when things between you weren't so tense all the time. "Just leave me alone and go drool already."

"And you wonder why I never wanna hang out with you anymore." He snapped and stalked away, throwing his arm over the blonde's shoulders when he reached her. Her eyes gleamed in the firelight and you heard her giggle echo along the shoreline when he tickled her sides. 

Everyone liked your brother and you tried to be just like him when you were younger. You were only a year apart but it made a world of difference. You didn't even mind wearing his hand-me-downs until you got to high school and got made fun of for it. But you made your peace with it now, you'd always be more of a tomboy and you couldn't be anyone but yourself. Graphic tees, jeans and sneakers were the epitome of comfort and that's what you wore now while the mean girls had skimpy dresses and tank tops that did nothing against the cold breeze that wafted in from over the open water. 

But a drink might help. 

The beer cooler was up the beach from the horny seventeen and eighteen-year-olds, but you didn't have to pass them to fish one out from melted ice. You cracked it open and took a sip, souring your face instantly and spitting it out onto the sand. 

You heard someone chuckle and whipped around. A tall guy with shadows cast on his face stood a few feet away, watching you. You glanced down to the bottle in your hand, then back at him. He followed your eyes, his expression turning stoic before you could read him. 

"What?" You asked. 

"It's kind of an acquired taste." He nodded towards the bottle in your hand and you took another sip, choking it down to prove him wrong. He wasn't wrong. Beer was gross. "Are you okay?" 

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" 

He cocked his head towards your brother who was now chasing the blonde down towards the shoreline. You didn't think they'd go in, since it was nearly winter and the water was freezing this time of year. But he teased her and grabbed her like he was going to drag her out into the icy depths. 

"Oh. Yeah, he's just an asshole is all and I needed a drink." You explained, raising the beer to your lips for a third sip. 

You wanted him to leave already so you could dump the rest out in the bushes. 

"Same," he nodded and chugged the rest of his own beer. "He shouldn't treat you like that, though." 

You didn't think he overheard but he'd certainly seen the two of you, "He's my brother, that's what brothers do." 

You toyed with the label on your beer, peeling it back from the glass. 

"No, it's not." 

He stepped forward, setting his empty bottle in the bin next to the cooler. The light of the bonfire catching his features enough for you to finally see him. The first thing you noticed was that he was not a friend of your brother's. He was older, too, though you couldn't tell by how much. 

He was a party crasher. Probably here for the free beer. 

"Whatever. It's not like he hits me, he just gets mad and pushes me around a little." You said, stepping back a foot when the guy took another step towards you. 

"He shouldn't. That's called abuse." 

"Not when I do the same to him. Then it's called sibling rivalry." 

"I know abuse when I see it." His voice lowered as he shoved his hands in his pockets. His words held a story he wasn't telling and you didn't ask. 

You eyed him again. Between the full moon and the light of the fire you noted a few details that jumped out at you. He wasn't bad looking, actually kind of cute. His eyes held a world's worth of emotion as if he vaulted it up inside himself and swallowed the key. Days old bruising covered the left side of his face, particularly around his jaw, cheekbone, and eye. And he intermittently sucked on the split in his bottom lip that had reopened, probably from when he first smiled at you. 

"Well, your story isn't mine." You said, having had enough of this stranger who thinks he knows your life at a glance. He sighed and looked away, steeling his jaw and rubbing the back of his neck. Your eyes cast down to his stomach when his shirt lifted and your heart sank at the sight. A thick scar stretched up his torso from his hip and disappeared beneath the dark fabric of his shirt, peeking back out around his collarbone where the neck hole had been worn loose. Someone had hurt him, badly; you thought that must've been why he was so conscious towards abuse. "Sorry, I didn't know-" 

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" He asked, meeting your eyes and taking another step forward. 

You didn't back away this time, though he was still a good five feet away at least. 

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea, taking off with some judgy guy I just met and wandering down a dark secluded beach alone with him. Real smart. Maybe wait until I've had a couple drinks first, then try again." You rolled your eyes making him laugh silently. 

"I don't hurt women. Ever." He said as if it was a law of his own. 

"What about men?" 

"Depends," he shrugged. 

"On?"

"I've never started a fight in my life." He said, answering a question you didn't ask rather than the one you did. 

"Somehow I don't believe you." You squinted up at him, trying to read him. 

"Then why haven't you walked away yet?" He looked at the party continuing around the bonfire and then back at you. "You don't wanna be here any more than I do, so let me show you something."

"I swear if that something is your-" 

He raised his hands from his pockets and smiled, "I promise it's not. You'll like this." 

"You get five minutes and I'm counting. Also, I'm a black belt so don't even think about trying anything." You lied, although he didn't strike you as the violent type despite the evidence on his face and stomach. 

You scanned the beach for your brother, spotting him still engrossed with the blonde, so you knew he wouldn't notice any time soon if you'd left without causing a scene. You dumped your nearly full beer out onto the sand and set it in the bin with the other empty bottles. Ignoring the knowing smirk from the party crasher as you did so. 

"Beer is kind of gross." 

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled, "but it's cheap and gets the job done." 

"I don't see the appeal," you said, following in stride with him down the beach. The sand beneath your sneakers making it hard to keep up with his long legs. "Can you walk slower?" 

"Sorry," he slowed his pace and you easily caught up. "Drink a bit more than a couple of sips next time and you will." 

"I'd rather waste the calories on chocolate, thank you." 

He laughed silently again and sucked the split in his lip, "What's your name?" 

"Uh, Y/N, you?" 

"Dean." He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets again. "So, how come I haven't seen you around here before, Y/N?" 

"We just moved here," you said, not wanting to explain how you didn't exactly get out much and explore the town over the summer. 

"Then you haven't been to the pier?" He asked, cocking his head towards the end of the beach where you were headed. 

It wasn't so much a pier as it was a small row of shops and a parking lot. Some storefronts were still lit up against the darkened sky and a lighthouse sat on the rocks near the shore. The light at the top swung around and around over the jagged rocks reaching into the water. 

"Seriously? You wanted to show me a lighthouse? That's not exactly special. Lighthouses are a dime a dozen around here, if you haven't noticed." You said a little disappointed and glancing back at the party. 

The bonfire merely a speck amongst the stars along the beach now. If you accounted for the walk back it would definitely stretch over the five minutes you'd promised him and you stopped walking. 

Dean noticed when you fell behind and turned to you. He laughed a little and smiled, "That's not where we're going." 

He reached out to you and grabbed your hand, tugging you gently until you laughed and skipped a step. He was troubled, that was for sure, but you didn't have a reason not to trust him. Not that trust should be given easily without question; but still, you welcomed the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours as he led you across the parking lot and up to one of the shops. 

"Ice cream," you stared up at the sign before Dean pulled you into the store. 

"Mhm," he licked his lips, guiding you up to the display of tubs sitting in the freezer and separating you from the older blonde woman behind the counter. 

She nodded to Dean like she knew him and he smiled back, "Hey, Donna." She didn't react at all to the bruises on his face and your mind started to wander. 

"I was starting to think I wasn't gonna see ya before closing," she said, retying her pink apron as if she was getting ready to close up for the night. 

"You know me better than that," he feigned hurt and wrapped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you into his side. 

You scanned over the flavours, some so bright you wondered if it was possible to taste a colour. "Isn't it kinda cold for ice cream?"

"Never," Dean shook his head like you'd said something foolish. "These shops are seasonal and it's the last night they're open until they close for the winter. You'll have to wait at least four months before you get this again. And trust me, once you try it, winter will feel like an eternity for your tastebuds." 

You smiled, you couldn't argue with that logic, "What flavour should I get?" You asked, assuming he'd probably have tried them all by the looks of it. 

"My favourite is the mocha with all the little chocolate pieces. It's basic, I know, but classic." He pointed to a tub filled with dark brown speckled ice cream. 

"Two mochas, please." You said. 

"Sure thing," Donna said and scooped you out a couple of cups. 

Dean gave your shoulder a squeeze before giving you some space to enjoy your ice cream.  

He kept eyeing you as you took your first bite, then your second, "And?"

"Okay, you're right. It's fudging amazing! Can we get more?" You asked, glancing back at the shop from where you sat outside on a bench under a streetlamp. 

"You still have a whole cup.” He barked out a laugh and you shovelled a few spoonfuls into your mouth. 

A chilled throb wracked through your brain and you paused mid-bite to squeeze your eyes shut and fan at your frozen mouth. You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth and just as the feeling started to ebb away you felt hot, sticky lips lay flush against your forehead. Dean’s hand held the back of your head and you blinked open your eyes, feeling warm and fuzzy. 

"Better? My mom used to do that for me when I was a kid. Always seemed to help." He said and tilted his head to the side. 

You weren't sure if it was what he did or the shock of the unexpectedness of it, but it dulled the pain. He hadn't backed up an inch and you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes under the streetlamp. Framed by the yellow edges and purple patches of the bruising next to his left eye. His hair was sandy brown and short but still fell over his forehead and brushed the tips of his ears. And freckles speckled across the bridge of his nose on pale skin. He was pretty cute and different from most of the boys you usually met. 

You nodded and blushed, sneaking another spoonful of mocha ice cream between your lips. He laughed silently and leaned back, picking back up his own cup of ice cream from the bench next to him and digging in. 

"You're strange and kinda wonderful." You said around a bite full, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth when the brain-freeze threatened to come back. 

"That's oddly the nicest thing someone's said to me in a very long time." He took a bite and licked his spoon clean. 

"That makes me sad." 

"Makes me happy," he mumbled and smiled. 

"Like I said, strange." 

"Because you're so cool and composed, right?" He's teased, pointing with his spoon. 

"I'm a delight and you know it. That's why you just had to get me away from all those other guys down on the beach. Before they had the chance to notice too, of course." You joked, brushing your hair back when the breeze carried it away. 

"You caught me, I'm a sucker for a girl who tries to bite my head off with one wrong look." 

"You make me sound like a praying mantis." 

"In that case, I guess I'm safe as long as we don't have sex." You both frowned. "Sorry, that was awkward, I swear it sounded funnier in my head. Because you know they only eat their mate after-uh-mating..." He stuck his spoon in his ice cream and stirred until it was smooth like soup, "What?"

"You're blushing," you said, "it's cute." You liked being able to do that to him. "But you should know I'm sixteen." 

"Wait. What?" He looked like you'd just punched him in the gut. "But you were drinking." 

"When did you have your first beer?" 

He thought to himself for a moment, clearly he had been younger than you; then he abandoned his ice cream on the bench beside him. “What about your friends?” 

"Some are eighteen. But most are seventeen, same as my brother, they're his friends." You explained. "Don't ask me how they got the beer." You attempted to lighten the mood but he just stared down at his hands, rubbing at the cuts in his knuckles. "How old are you?" 

“Too old for you,” he shook his head and picked at one of the scabs. “Twenty-one in January.” 

So essentially there was a five year age gap between you. It wouldn’t be a big deal, if only you were older; but for now it didn’t mean you couldn’t be friends. Your gut twisted at the thought of never seeing him again and you could use a friend; and it looked like he could, too. 

Your cell rang and you fished it from your back pocket. Your brother's name sprawled over the screen. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, then answered, "What do you want?"

"Are you stupid or stupid? Where the fuck did you go?!" He shouted and you were sure Dean could hear, so you turned down the volume on your phone. 

"For a walk." 

"We're leaving." 

That meant the blonde was tagging along, either hitching a ride home with you or your brother was just going to drop you off at home before taking her to park somewhere and... -You didn't want to think about it. Your brother, like that. Gross. 

"Maybe I don't wanna leave yet. I made a friend." Dean mirrored your smile. 

"Find your own way home then..." he grumbled a few choice words and hung up. Asshole.

"Any chance you have a car?" You asked, silencing your phone and shoving it back into your pocket. "I need a ride." 

"Uh- no. But I know where we can get one." Dean said as he checked the time on his wrist. You fingered your ice cream and booped him on the nose. "What was that for?" He laughed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. 

You shrugged, "Just trying to lighten the mood. You look so sad," you raised his chin with your fingers, "Chin up, Dean." 

"Did you mean that?" He asked. 

You lowered your hand to rest on the bench between you, "Mean what?"

"That we're friends," he asked, chewing on the split in his lip. At this rate you didn't think it would ever heal over. "I mean, that we can be friends." 

"Uh-huh, unless you don't wanna be my friend." You nodded and searched his eyes, some kind of hurt flashing through them. 

"I think that's all we can be. At least, until you have a couple more birthdays." 

Your typical luck, the one guy you could see yourself interested in and he's too old. It was only nearly five years, sure, but you were only sixteen and he'd probably had a lot more experience that you couldn't compare to. But he was cute. 

Window shopping couldn't hurt right, until you had the means to buy. 

"I can wait," you teased and laughed. "But you look like you could use a friend. And I got your back, since I kind of owe you one for introducing me to this ice cream." 

"You don't owe me anything, Y/N." 

You shivered when the ice cream was gone and Dean stripped out of his hoodie, draping it over your shoulders as you walked along the side of the road towards his house. He apparently didn't live far away and if his father was home, he could 'borrow' his car to give you a ride. He actually used air quotes when he said borrow though, so you were a little skeptical. 

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Part 2

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[holylulusworld]

Always daddy’s good girl (3) - Kinktober 8

Summary: You are still mad at John...

Rating: lightly explicit

Kinktober Special: Daddy kink

Square 4 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Teasing

Square 15 filled for @spnaubingo​: Public sex

Square 4 filled for @j3bingo​ former @jdmorganmixedbingo 

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, daddy kink, age gap, established relationship, needy John, dirty talk, light smut, unprotected sex, quickie, voyeurism

A/N: 3rd installment to: Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl

Words: 1,3 k

Kinktober 2022

2021 SPN AU BINGO masterlist

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan Mixed Bingo masterlist

Another month later John wants you to join the Winchesters for a night out. The last hunt was a piece of cake and now, the boys are up to cheap drinks, fast sex, and celebrating the hunt. Or life in general.

“No,“ you cross your arms over your chest. “Forget it. I won’t go anywhere with you. You still didn’t make things up to me.”

“Doll, don’t be a brat,” John grumbles. He wraps his arms around your waistline from behind to bury his face in your hair. “I apologized. Let daddy buy you drinks and make things up to you some more.”

“Sex and drinks won’t fix that you broke my trust. You just let that guy watch us fuck. I’m not a prude, but letting strangers watch us is a hard limit.”

“I know,” he softly kisses your neck. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This will never happen again. Your man is a jealous and possessive old bastard. But I learned my lesson.”

“I don’t think you did. You only want to get laid again,” you smirk as Sam and Dean walk inside the library. “Look what the cat dragged into the bunker. Two lumberjacks.”

“Did you forgive him?” Dean grumbles. His father is in a bad mood since you forced a dry spell on the hunter. Every chance he gets, John makes sure his sons can’t get laid themselves. 

If John suffers, he won’t let his boys have fun either.

“Like hell,” you size Dean up. “Do you think I’ll just forgive him for what he did? No. Fucking. Way. John Winchester must learn his lesson.”

“What did he do?” Sam huffs as you still refuse to tell them what happened. John presses his lips into a thin line while his sons try to interrogate you. “Y/N, what did he do?”

“He didn’t cheat, right?” the elder brother presses on. “Right?”

“I would’ve castrated him if he cheated on me,” your eyes darken as John tries to kiss your cheek. “If he puts his dick in another pussy, he’s dead.”

“I would never cheat on you, baby,” John mumbles against you. “I swear. You’re the only woman I want. And the only woman I had sex with since we met.”

“Sir, can you not make things up to Y/N? You are on the edge for weeks.”

“Stop asking stupid questions, Winchester.”

Dean easily dodges your attack when you try to punch his chin. 

“No violence, sweetheart.”

“I’ll shoot you,” you grumble, “if you don’t stop asking stupid questions. What happens between me and your daddy is none of your business.”

“Boys, go and change. We will go to the bar and have some drinks. Maybe my girl will forgive me too.”

“In your dreams, Winchester.”

“Careful,” John whispers in your ear. “I’m still your daddy. If you don’t stop acting like a bad girl, I’ll treat you like a bad girl.”

“Well, maybe I should look for a new daddy then,” you wiggle out of John’s embrace.

He sighs deeply as you walk out of the library.

“Baby, I told you that I’m sorry…”

“Just a little more,” you think to yourself. 

John is on the edge. You insisted on dancing tonight. He reluctantly agreed and now, he regrets his decision. You press your ass into his crotch and grind into him.

“Doll,” he warns. “Don’t make me lose control.”

You smirk. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you move your hand behind your head to pat his cheek. “I’m dancing, daddy.”

“You’re getting me hard.”

“That’s not my fault. Maybe you should learn to control your libido, John,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to hold you against his body. John starts to grind his raging hard-on into your ass.

“You are a little troublemaker,” he purrs in your ear. “But I’ll show you how to be a good girl, doll. Daddy will make sure you know whom you belong to.”

Dean watches you turn in his father’s embrace. He chuckles as you shamelessly cup John’s crotch, making even his father blush.

“Sammy, I think we are going to get laid tonight.”

“Dean, we didn’t even talk to one of the women,” Sam huffs. “How do you wanna know that we are going to get laid?“

“Call it a hunch…”

You watch John spread your legs roughly. He darts his tongue out while looking at your dripping cunt.

“See, I told you to not tease your daddy,” he slaps your pussy with his cock, making you whine. It’s been too long for you without sex too. “Do you even deserve my cock?”

John watches you cup your tits. “Cat got your tongue, doll? If I ask you a question,” he slaps your pussy with his hand, “I expect you to answer.”

“Daddy needs to make things up to me,” you coo. “You promised to have sex with me on the Impala to fuck with Dean.

“You really want to mess with my son, huh?”

You giggle.

“I really want to ruin his car with your cum, daddy,” you crook your finger. “Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

John grip one of your thighs. His blunt nails dig into your flesh as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “I think you deserve to get fucked by daddy.”

“I do.”

“Daddy is going to give it to you. I know you have missed my cock.”

He slowly inches his way inside your dripping cunt, not giving away he has something special planned for tonight. “Fuck, you’re always so hard for me, baby.”

“Only for you.”

John hooks your legs over his forearms. He wants to control your body and make sure, you won’t move too much. “Hmm…so good and big…”

“So wet and pretty,” you chuckle at his words. “This is my sweet cunt. The one I own. No one touches what’s mine.”

You’re propping yourself up on your elbows to watch John move his hips. His eyes are glued to his cock sliding in and out of your slicked cunt. He can’t look away, even though, he wants to watch your reaction.

Little gasps and moans leave your lips, letting John know that he hits your sweet spot.

John doesn’t have to look at your face. He already knows your lips parted a long time ago and that your eyes are closed. You always close your eyes when the pleasure gets too much.

“Daddy.”

“Shit, you’re already close, aren’t you?”

“’m gonna cum,” shit, it has been too long for you. Your pussy clamps hard down his cock a few thrusts later, dragging John with you over the edge.

“Damn, babe. I wanted to go for longer,” he breathlessly says. “Fuck…fuckity…fuck. That fucking cunt of yours, doll.”

“I don’t fucking care,” you fall back onto the hood to catch your breath. “I love me a quickie on Dean’s car.”

“You’re a dirty girl.”

“You’re a dirty daddy.”

“What the fuck!!!” 

“Uh-oh. I think Dean caught us red-handed, daddy,” you giggle as John doesn’t give a shit his son walks toward his car. He still rolls his hips to ride your highs out.

“I said – what the fuck are you doing on my car!!” the hunter yells at John and you. “You can’t just fuck on my car!”

“It’s still my car.”

“You gave it to me.”

“Deano don’t be mad. I always dreamed of getting fucked on your car,” you wink at Dean. “Did you enjoy the show too, Sammy?”

“Warn me next time,” Sam shudders, but his eyes drift toward your chest. “Stuff for nightmares. Watching your father fuck your stepmother is the worst.”

“Don’t act as if there is no tent in your pants, Sammy.”

Sam's cheeks turn bright red at your words.

“How about you go back to that pretty girl you were chatting up earlier? I think she wants to ride some dick tonight…”

“You will clean my fucking car,” Dean turns around to storm back toward the bar. “I’m getting drunk to get the images of my father���s naked ass out of my head.”

“It’s a great ass,” you snicker as the brothers hurriedly walk away. “Don’t come home before you got laid. I and your daddy want to christen the bunker tonight…”

“And don’t think you will ever see my girl naked again,” John yells. “She is and always will be daddy’s good girl…” 

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[spnisthewayoflife]

SPNAUBINGO

Title: The Bodyguard Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52655695 *Square Filled: Bodyguard AU Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Warnings: None Summary:

SPNAUBingo Prompt - Bodyguard AU

Dean Winchester. Singer, actor, and all-round pain in Castiel Novak's ass.

When Castiel took the job of head of security for Dean Winchester six years earlier, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. From the moment Dean Winchester walked onto the set, it was clear that their personalities clashed like oil and water. Castiel's meticulous attention to detail clashed with Dean's devil-may-care attitude, creating a constant source of frustration for both of them.

Word Count: 3,353 *Written/Created for @spnaubingo

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Famous Dean Winchester, Former Army Service Member Castiel (Supernatural), Bodyguard, Dean Winchester is a pain in Castiel's ass

[sofreddie]

The Road to You

Summary: Dean convinces the crew to take a well-earned vacation, though he may have ulterior, matchmaker motives. Though nothing ever goes according to plan for the Winchesters, does it?

Characters: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, DUBCON, Drugging/Roofies, Rut, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting), Marking/Claiming

AU: VACATION AU (@spnaubingo)

SW BINGO: MUTUAL PINING (@samwinchesterbingo)

FLUFF: BONDAGE (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

ANGST: CAR ACCIDENT (@anyfandomangstbingo)

KINK: KNOTTING KINK (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 4212

"I can't believe I finally got you two to agree on an actual, real vacation," Dean chuckled gleefully, standing by as Sam and Y/N dumped their bags in the trunk of the Impala. The backs of their hands innocently brushed as they placed the bags inside, the both of them bashful and awkward and they smiled it off.

Sam groaned inwardly at himself. Really, his pining over Y/N had gotten beyond ridiculous. She'd caught and seized his attention since the moment they met. A fellow hunter, and a skilled one at that, Y/N was also an Omega - opposite to his Alpha and unlike any Omega he'd ever met before or since.

He'd fallen irreparably in love by the end of the hunt, grateful for Dean's suggestion that she hang around, see the Bunker, and help on a few more hunts. He suspected his Alpha brother of honing in on the Omega, trying to lay his own claim. He wouldn't blame him in the slightest, though his inner Alpha wasn't about to just allow it.

Turns out his older brother was more intuitive than he gave him credit for.

Dean had sensed the connection almost as quick as it had been established, their scents and body language giving him initial hints. By the end of that first hunt, he knew his little brother had it bad. His instinct told him it was mutual.

So he invited her along - the Alpha within now seeing her as his brother's potential mate and a member of his pack - and she'd been with them ever since. Much to Sam's delight and his suffering. Because from his point of view, as much as he wanted her, he couldn't bring himself to make the first move. And if she didn't either, then maybe she didn't want him after all.

That's what led, in part, to Dean deciding they needed a real vacation as normal people do. They earned a break, damnit, and Dean was determined to use this time to recharge. He was also sure it was just what Sam and Y/N needed to finally connect.

"Yeah, well, you sold me on the seclusion and relaxation of it all," Y/N grinned, taking her usual seat in the back as the brothers climbed in the front, the doors shutting in one synchronous sound.

"Where is this place again?" Sam asked as the Impala pulled out onto the road.

"It's a large campground complex that's part of the national parks," Dean explained, "There's a clubhouse and a bunch of smaller cabins closer together. We got one of the more secluded cabins, still on the camp's grounds but further out from others, more secluded," he grinned, excitedly explaining. He did a lot of research to find something they could all enjoy.

"There's a large lake where you can go fishing, swimming, rent a canoe. You can go hiking through the woods and trails. Y/N can relax in the jacuzzi tub and catch up on her trashy gas station novels," he continued with a shit-eating grin aimed at Y/N in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, don't judge. We all gotta get our lovin' somehow," she chuckled, blushing as she caught Sam's gaze.

"You'll see," Dean added, his plan of getting the two idiots together ever-present in his mind, "It'll be perfect for everyone."

Dean was right. The cabin was perfect. When they entered the campgrounds via the dirt road off the highway, they passed by the clubhouse and other cabins, the lake, and other structures scattered about. Then everything was gone and quiet, just the lake, the trees, and the dirt road along which they traveled. Y/N had begun to wonder if they were even in the campgrounds anymore when the cabin came into view.

With surprise, excitement, and readiness, the trio unloaded their bags into the quaint cabin, walking around to examine their surroundings for their stay.

"Well," Dean clapped his hands together as he joined the others in the main area of the cabin, "I say we go into town and stock up on a few supplies for our vacation."

"Yeah, I wanna get a few things too," Sam agreed, the pair looking to Y/N.

"Nah, you two go ahead. I think I'm gonna take advantage of that tub," she giggled, wagging her brows playfully.

The guys laughed, bidding their farewells and promising to return as soon as possible, to which she encouraged them to take their time.

The trip to the local grocery store was quick, the two of them splitting up the store and items needed, before meeting back up to check out. As they finished loading their haul, however, Dean's attention was drawn to the bar across the street. A small group of scantily dressed, giggling young women chatted amongst themselves as they entered the bar.

"You know, we are on vacation," Dean began, turning to grin at his brother. Sam had seen the whole thing, letting out a sigh, knowing exactly what was on his brother's mind.

"Yeah, okay, Dean," Sam relented, gesturing to the bar.

"Really?" Dean perked up in surprise, falling in stride with Sam as they walked the short distance to the bar together.

"Yeah, you're right, we're on vacation after all. Let your Alpha loose," he chuckled, patting Dean on the back as they went.

Sam was more than willing to wingman for Dean, at least for a little while. Dean could use some company for his vacation. At least it would give Sam alone time with Y/N. Except what was the point in torturing himself with something that was never gonna happen?

It wasn't long before Sam found himself sat alone at the bar, Dean off by the pool tables, his laugh and that of his three female companions flitting to him over the din of the bar.

He sighed, ordering his third whiskey as he thought about Y/N like he always did. He polished off his drink, sucking his teeth as he berated himself for not manning up and just telling her how he felt. Contrary to popular belief, Alphas could feel rejection as strongly as Omegas, affecting them just as deeply.

Sam glanced around the bar, a few women catching his eye as they tried to get his attention. He did enjoy the attention from the women, reminding him that he was a true Alpha. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything, too lovesick over Y/N.

"Can I offer you a drink?" A woman's voice broke Sam's train of thought. He turned, seeing an Omega woman who sort of looked like Y/N. Though no one was like Y/N, not really.

The woman set down a glass of whiskey, obviously having paid attention to what Sam was drinking, taking the seat next to him as she nursed her own drink. A little conversation couldn't hurt, Sam supposed, as he accepted the glass with a smile and a nod, taking a generous sip as she watched.

After a while, the whiskey started to hit Sam hard. The woman - Sam still couldn't remember her name, though maybe it was Y/N, it looked like Y/N - kept the drinks flowing. It didn't usually hit him like this. To top it off it seemed like his rut was coming on, but he wasn't anywhere near due.

"Gotta find Dean," Sam slurred, sliding off his barstool and wobbling on his feet, "Gotta get home."

"I'll take you home."

Sam turned his attention to the voice, smiling dopily through his blurred vision. Y/N would take him home. He'd be fine.

Dean saw Sam on the move - hard not to with his size - and an unfamiliar woman guiding him out the doors of the bar. He grew concerned with the way Sam moved, causing him to decide to follow after and make sure he was alright. Sam never left with women. Not since Y/N came into the picture.

It took him longer than he would have liked to disentangle himself from his Beta and Omega admirers, the women pleading and pouting as he apologized and hastily made his way after his brother. He knew Sam could handle himself. Usually.

Finally making it outside, Dean could see a car pulling out of the lot and down the road, his eyes followed it as he made his way to the Impala, trying and failing to get Sam on his cell.

Dean was grateful it was easy to catch up to the car. He was growing more and more suspicious by the moment. Now on an empty stretch of highway just outside the small town limits, Dean honked his horn and flashed his lights at the car in front of him, determined to get to his brother.

The car began to swerve, Dean growing more confused as the driver lost control and veered off the side of the road, coming to a sudden halt as the car slammed into an unyielding tree.

Dean brought the Impala to a halt on the side of the road behind the wreckage. As soon as he put it in park, the passenger side door of the wreck was popping open, Sam stumbling from within. Dean held his breath as he got out the car, quickly making his way to Sam.

A glance inside the car and Dean knew the Omega woman was unconscious, or dead. He was more worried about his brother at the moment.

"Sam? What happened?" Dean demanded, holding Sam's head as he leaned against the car, trying to determine if he was hurt.

"S'not Y/N," Sam growled out with a huff, shaking Dean's hold on him and standing tall to glare down the shorter Alpha, "Where's Y/N?"

Sam's eyes were blown. More than just suddenly being in an unscheduled rut, he looked high out of his mind. Dean had to tamper down his protective Alpha at the thought of this woman fucking drugging him.

He couldn't worry about that at the moment. Right now, he needed to get Sam somewhere safe before he went full primal Alpha and scared the shit out of some innocent country residents. He dreaded to think that Sam might have caused the accident to begin with.

"Come on, let's get you in the car and I'll get you back." Dean tried, leading Sam towards the Impala.

Sam pushed Dean off, losing his balance and struggling to right himself once more.

"Where's Y/N?" Sam growled again, ready to challenge his brother if necessary.

"At the cabin!" Dean growled back, getting really frustrated with Sam's shit, "Get in the goddamn car and I'll take you to her!"

Sam held his ground for a moment longer before stumbling his way to the Impala and dropping clumsily inside. Dean cursed under his breath, getting behind the wheel and leading them back towards the relative safety of the secluded cabin.

Sam was fidgeting and mumbling, his breathing hard as he sporadically growled. His scent began to fill the car, making Dean cough with its potency. As they pulled up to the cabin, Sam climbing out before he'd even put it in park, Dean began to second guess if bringing him to Y/N in his state was really the best idea.

"Y/N?!" Sam's commanding Alpha voice boomed through the small cabin. Y/N ran from one of the back bedrooms to the main area, seeing the brothers back from their trip. One sight of Sam and she knew something was very wrong. A moment later his scent hit her, causing her to whimper as she took several cautious steps backward from him.

As Sam began to move towards her slowly, Dean cursed under his breath. He didn't want to deal with a rutting Alpha, but it seemed he'd have no choice. Not with the predatory way Sam was sizing up Y/N at that moment.

Hating the idea, but having no choice, Dean stepped around Sam, blocking him from Y/N and pushing him back slightly.

"You're not in your right mind, Sam," Dean tried, Sam immediately pushing Dean back and growling at the Alpha threat.

Dean shook his head before responding, the two Alphas trading blows and grappling, Y/N watching on in horror and shock, not knowing what to do. Eventually, Dean landed a blow that knocked Sam out, allowing him to drag Sam to his bed and tie his limbs to the posts.

"What the hell happened?" Y/N demanded of Dean as he ushered her out of the room.

"Some bitch drugged him," Dean growled, heading to the kitchen to clean his wounds. "He's in full on rut and all he cared about was you," Dean added with a pointed look that seemed to dig deep into her soul.

"Me?" she protested, "But I'm-"

"His Omega," Dean supplied for her with a knowing smirk, "At least to him. And I know you want him too," he added, stepping closer to her, "He needs you right now."

Y/N shook her head in protest, arguments of consent, willingness, and her own insecurities ready to be voiced. But Dean shut her down with a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"The drugs are making his rut worse than usual. Without an Omega, he might not get through it," he admitted with a shaky breath, "And the only one he wants is you."

Y/N sighed defeatedly, her head turning towards the room that held Sam, hearing his groans as he began to come to consciousness once more.

"Okay," Y/N agreed, knowing she'd have to help him, while he was restrained for her own safety, and hope to God that he didn't hate her afterward.

With a nod, Dean grabbed his things, quickly heading out the door to give them privacy. Y/N took a deep breath, going to Sam and the Alpha's sweet pleas for his Omega.

"I'm here, Sam," Y/N said from the doorway, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. He looked wild, his hands restrained to the bed above his head, his feet spread and tied at the bottom.

"Omega." Sam whined, sniffing the air and moaning at her scent, the smell of her already forming slick driving him mad with want.

"Shh," Y/N soothed as she undressed herself under Sam's heady gaze, crawling over his body and straddling his hips. Sam's body was vibrating, the heat coming off of him near scorching. "I'm gonna help you, Alpha."

Sam snarled, trying to pull his hands free and kiss her at the same time. She soothed him once more, kissing him gently, pulling back when his frenzy made him turn the kiss harsher and more demanding.

Feeling how desperate he was, she wasted no more time, unfastening his jeans and pulling them and his boxers down as much as she could with him still restrained. She was gonna try her damndest to leave her heart out of it, not wanting to get attached through the situation, only to be rejected later on.

It's just sex, she kept telling herself, just sex.

All trains of thought were swept away as Sam's glorious Alpha cock came into view, bouncing up proudly, throbbing with his desire. Her mouth watered and her pussy wept, preparing her to take the biggest cock she'd ever laid eyes on.

Sam flashed a wicked grin, licking his lips, "Like what you see, Omega?"

Y/N nodded dumbly as she crawled atop Sam once more, her wet folds pressed against his firm length, pinning it between them.

"Fuck!" Sam moaned, pulling on his restraints and bucking back into Y/N. "Wanna feel you. Wanna knot you. God, wanna knot you." Sam pleaded, his eyes squeezed closed. It all seemed like it was too much, too overwhelming for him.

"I got you, Alpha," Y/N promised, lifting her hips and guiding him to her entrance. She sat up straight as she took him into the root, her hands propped on his abs as she tried to adjust. Sam shouted and bucked his hips, desperately trying to get her to move.

Once she adjusted, Y/N began to ride him in earnest. She wished she could take her time, go slow and enjoy it, savor every little piece of Sam. But he was drugged and desperate and she had to remind herself again it wasn't mating.

It's just sex.

Sam kept pleading, even used his commanding Alpha tone to try and get Y/N to release him. He so desperately wanted his hands, to hold her, feel her, move her how he wanted. But she continued to deny him. She wasn't sure how she found the strength other than the fact that she was completely enamored with his Alpha cock, riding him hard and nearing her own release.

"Alpha," she panted, eyes squeezed shut, "I'm gonna-" she was cut off by her own moan as her climax crashed over her. Her walls squeezed Sam's cock hard, pulsing and milking his shaft.

He growled, his hands balled into fists as he tugged hard against his restraints. In an instant, the ropes binding his hands snapped. Y/N only had a moment to comprehend what had just happened as Sam's hands could finally get a hold of her.

One hand on her ass to hold her steady, the other bunching in her hair, Sam began pounding up into her at a relentless pace, holding her to take what he wanted to give.

Y/N screamed, too filled with pleasure - and a hint of pain - to really form a cohesive thought.

Sam couldn't even speak, too far gone on his need. He had to knot her. It's something he thought about constantly. His cock inside her, his knot locking them together, holding his seed deep inside where it belonged.

She suddenly came once more, clamping down hard on his shaft. Sam roared, his knot popping and locking them together. Without a thought, he sank his teeth deep into her throat, marking her forever as his.

They both passed out almost instantly, still locked together, Y/N draped across Sam's body, her blood still staining his lips.

Y/N woke first, her body aching as she looked down at a still sleeping Sam. His knot had gone down, so she carefully removed herself from Sam and the bed, making sure not to wake him. She didn't know if he would still be in primal Alpha mode or not.

Hastily dressing, she made her way into the main living area of the cabin, finding Dean nursing a drink on the couch. His eyes flashed to her, scanning her head to toe, his expression changing to concern as he rose from the couch.

"You okay?" he asked.

"He broke the ropes," she whispered, unable to hold his gaze. He could see the claim at her neck.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

"I don't know," she admitted, her body shaking slightly, "I feel like I need to run away."

"Okay, well let's not do that," Dean chided, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to sit next to him on the couch, passing her his half-full glass of whiskey.

She downed it in one go with a hiss, silently shaking it at him for a refill. He chuckled, filling it for her and watching as she nursed it this time.

"He claimed me," Y/N uttered to the void, the mere thought of it just really starting to sink in.

"Hey," Dean nudged her, "I was hoping that coming up here would get you two together somehow," he admitted sheepishly, feeling awful with how things turned out. "I know Sam wanted to claim you, for the longest time. He's gonna be so heartbroken over how it happened, but he's not gonna regret the claim, Y/N."

She wanted to be pissed at Dean's attempt to interfere. She wanted to protest what he was saying because that's what she always did in her mind. Find a reason or excuse to not be with him. But somehow, he said just what she needed to hear to calm her nerves.

At least until a groggy and confused Sam shuffled out to the main area, looking between the two sat on the couch.

"Hey, Sam," Dean cautiously rose from the couch and approached his brother like a wounded animal, only confusing Sam further.

"What the hell happened?" Sam croaked out. "I woke up with a massive headache, feet tied to the bed, dick hanging out," Sam huffed out annoyed. "Look at my fucking wrists!" He added with a panicked roar.

Dean cursed to himself once again, guiding Sam to the now-empty couch. Apparently, Y/N has slithered away during the distraction. He only hoped she wasn't going to actually run. No one needed a newly mated Alpha freaking out trying to find his missing mate.

Dean grabbed a first aid kit and took a seat on the small table in front of the couch, looking over Sam's wrists. They were chafed and raw, with dried blood in some spots. He set to work treating and wrapping the wounds as best he could.

"What do you remember from last night?" Dean asked carefully, finishing the job at hand and settling back to focus on Sam.

"I remember going to the bar," Sam admitted, struggling to process his thoughts. "Then-" Sam tried to find any recollection, coming up completely blank. All he could think was Y/N's name, which wasn't helping any.

Taking in a long, deep breath, Dean proceeded to explain to Sam the events of the previous night, leading up to Sam's appearance that morning. Then he fell silent as he watched Sam carefully, not really sure what sort of response he was gonna get but ready to handle whatever came.

It took longer than he would have liked for the information to really settle in his mind. Once it did, Sam was horrified. Not because he didn't want it, but because of how it went down and that he thinks she didn't want it.

"Does she hate me?" Sam finally spoke, swallowing hard.

Dean scoffed, rising to his feet and pacing, "You two are the biggest fucking idiots, I swear!" He shouted, tugging on his own hair, "You're saying the same things, you know? You both think the other doesn't want it but you do."

"Dean, you don't understand-"

"I understand," Dean growled in frustration, grabbing Sam by the arm and shoving him into the room he and Y/N shared the night before, happy to see she was huddled inside and not run away, "You're mated now. Figure it out!"

Dean slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against the wall next to it with his arms crossed. He claimed her, they were mated. There was no undoing what was done. He was tired of the tiptoeing before. Now…well, now there was just no room or excuse anymore.

Sam stood in shock as he stared at Y/N sat on the edge of the bed. The bed he woke up in. The bed he was tied to; the bed where he and Y/N… He swallowed hard, the sight of his claim on her neck causing his cock to swell without his permission. It was angry and red, he could tell he bit deep and hard. His Alpha was proud, but he was ashamed.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Sam began, choking back the tears forming in his eyes.

She didn't know what to say. It wasn't his fault, not really. He wasn't in control because of the rut.

"Omega." Sam whined, stumbling towards her and falling at her feet. She jumped in surprise, seeing Sam suddenly kneeling before her, his hands on the bed beside her hips.

She could see his tears did fall then, the remorse and love in his eyes almost too much to bear. As if on autopilot, she reached out a hand, cupping his cheek. Sam sobbed harder at her touch, dropping his head to her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist as he sobbed.

Her heart broke, both for Sam and her Alpha. She could feel his emotions going crazy, matching her own turmoil. But all she wanted at that moment was to ease his suffering.

"Sam," she urged, trying to lift his head, "Alpha."

Sam sniffled, raising his gaze to meet hers. She smiled warmly, cupping his cheek once more and leaning in to peck his lips sweetly.

"That's not how I wanted it to be," Sam admitted, shaking his head. "I wanted to claim you so bad, for so long. But I wanted it to be special somehow."

Her heart swelled at his admission. It was what she wanted too.

"You really don't remember anything?" she asked sadly, Sam shaking his head in response. He wished he could remember, even if it hurt. It wasn't fair she had to carry that for the both of them.

"Then we can have a do-over," she offered with a small grin, "And give us both the memory we really want."

Sam couldn't help the broad smile that split his face, his heart so full he felt like it might explode. So he dove in, kissing her as deeply as he could - though it was mostly teeth as they both smiled and laughed.

It was a long, winding road to get here, but he couldn't complain as he renewed his claim at her neck, knotting her like he always dreamed.

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Your Personal Bodyguard

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: close to being kidnapped, daughter of a mafia boss

Summary: Your dad thinks you need a new bodyguard because you’re the mafia boss’ daughter. You can very well take care of yourself, so you do everything to try and get rid of him... doesn’t turn out so well for you.

Square Filled: bodyguard!jensen (2022) for @spnaubingo​

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Life is hard as the daughter of a mafia boss. Your dad takes your protection very seriously after the many attempts and three successful times that you were kidnapped because of him. It isn’t always easy, but you enjoy the life that comes with it.

You’re rich, you have plenty of real friends, you go to a really good college, and you never have to worry about small things like privacy as you live in a pretty big mansion. It’s one of your dad’s many houses that he has all over the world, and by far, your favorite.

The only downside to living this luxurious life is the fact that your dad thinks you need a bodyguard.

You’ve gone through six in the last year alone to prove to him that you’re more than capable of protecting yourself. After the first kidnapping, you started taking karate and boxing and self defense classes. You’ve also taken part in shooting competitions and archery classes to get used to different weapons. Now, you’re a black belt who can whoop any one’s ass if they come for you.

Still, your dad believes having a bodyguard will be good for you. If he only knew that you can protect yourself better now.

“Do we really have to do this? You know I’ve gotten better. I can defend myself.”

“It’s not about defending yourself, sweetheart. I can’t lose you… not after I’ve lost your mother.”

“Dad, I’m twenty. I can kick anyone’s ass.”

“That I don’t doubt. This is just something that needs to happen.”

You roll your eyes, but you wait for the new bodyguard to show up. He has less than two minutes to show up or else he is going to be late. Everyone who works for your father knows they’re not supposed to be late. The front door opens right on the dot, and you sag your shoulders in defeat. You’re already thinking of ways to get rid of him, but as soon as you see him, your mouth goes dry.

He’s by far the sexiest bodyguard you’ve ever had. Tall (at least six foot), short dirty blonde hair, forest green eyes (the kind of green you only read about in books), defined muscles, and a scruffy beard that makes you wonder how much of a beard burn you can get. He may be handsome, but he’s just like the rest of them.

You’ll get rid of him easily, no problem.

“Jensen, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is your new bodyguard.”

“For now,” you mumble under your breath, but you think he heard.

“It’s a pleasure, sir,” Jensen says, shaking your father’s hand.

“Okay, I have meetings all day,” your father says, turning to you. “Behave.”

“Wait, can’t I go to the mall with my friends? We’re supposed to go shopping for her party.”

“No. You’re not to leave this house, understand?” Your father turns to Jensen, and your bodyguard keeps a stoic look on his face. “Make sure she doesn’t leave the house.”

“Yes, sir.”

You roll your eyes at your father’s overprotectiveness. Your dad gathers his things and kisses your head as he passes by, leaving the house altogether. Jensen has not taken his eyes off you since he arrived, and you turn to head upstairs. Jensen, of course, follows you without question. You get to your bedroom but before he can enter, you turn and place your hand on the doorframe, preventing him from going inside.

“I don’t think so. I’ll be changing, so unless you’d like me to tell my dad how you’re a pervert, then I suggest you stay outside.”

Jensen looks you up and down, and for a split second, you think about inviting him inside to watch you.

“Fine, I’ll be right outside.” You smile sweetly and close the door, losing the smile instantly. “You know, try as you might, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”

“You’ll leave sooner or later!” you call out.

You quickly get changed into your outfit for your friend’s party. It’s a strapless dress that goes right above your knees. Knowing you have to get rid of Jensen before you can try and sneak out, you grab your comforter and wrap it around your body to make it look like you’re naked. You open the door slightly and pop your head out, making sure to show him that you could be naked.

“Jensen? Could you do me a favor and grab me a towel from the hall closet? I’d like to take a shower.”

“Sure,” he sighs.

He moves from his spot by the door and heads to the hall closet at the end of the hallway. As soon as he has his back turned to you, you drop the blanket and quickly escape. You rush down the marbled stairs with your shoes in hand since you don’t want to make noise going down them. You think you’ve gotten away, but when you grasp the doorknob, Jensen’s veiny hand grips your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

“Nice try,” he chuckles.

“No offense, you’re a bodyguard not a babysitter.”

“For you, I’m both. Get your ass back upstairs.”

“Make me.”

“Don’t test me,” he growls. “It’s your father’s orders.”

“I’ll sneak out.”

“Not handcuffed to the bed, you won’t.”

Without speaking, he bends and grisp your waist and throws you over his shoulder. You hit his back and scream, but he holds you close to his body. He walks back up the stairs with ease, heading straight to your bedroom. He throws you down on your bed, but before you can scramble away, he removes handcuffs from his back pocket and slaps it on your right wrist. He then locks the other one to your headboard.

“Now stay.”

You’re glaring at him with such hatred, but he doesn’t care. He shakes his head and leaves your room, closing the door behind him. You wait a few seconds before removing one of the bobby pins from your hair. You’ve been the daughter of a mafia boss long enough to know that you needed to have weapons and accessories disguised as normal household objects. Your bobby pins will get you out of handcuffs easily. Jensen is stupid if he thinks you won’t do this.

You actually had to practice breaking out of the handcuffs and ropes just in case you needed to get out of a dangerous situation.

Getting out of these handcuffs is child’s play, and you’re free in no time. You grab different shoes from your closet and hold them in your hand because you’re going to put them on once you’re outside. You always have your keys with you, so you grab those and your small clutch.

Using your window as an escape hatch, you leave through it and parkour your way down to the ground. You slip on your shoes and head to your car without looking back. You don’t want to give Jensen time to catch you before you could leave.

Your friend’s party is blocks away, so you head over there quickly, easily finding a parking spot. You head inside the bass-dropping house, smiling at all your friends who are inside.

“Glad you could make it!” they squeal.

Only your best friend knows who your father is and what’s really going on. Your other friends are clueless, and you’d rather keep it that way. You need someone to talk to whenever something crazy happens, so you trust your best friend to keep your secrets.

“Did your new bodyguard come today?” your best friend asks, taking you off to the side.

“Yes and he's fucking hot. But, I’ll get rid of him in no time,” you giggle.

Everyone at the party is having a good time, and you’re already forgetting about Jensen. You dance for two hours, working up a really good sweat. If you want to continue to be here, you really need a smoke. Growing up with a mafia boss, you’ve gotten accustomed to the smell of cigarette smoke. You don’t do it very often, but every once in a while, you like to enjoy a cigarette.

You reach into your clutch and pull out a cigarette, cursing when you realize that you didn’t bring your lighter with you. You look through your entire clutch, but it’s not there.

“Need a light?”

You look up to see one of your classmates smiling at you. He’s kind of cute, but nowhere as near as cute at Jensen.

“Yeah, actually. Thank you.”

He takes out his lighter just as two more guys show up. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you’re suddenly conscious of those around you. You don’t light your cigarette because you don’t need the distraction.

“So, you’re Antonio’s daughter, huh?”

You were right to be cautious. These teenagers know who your dad is. That means they know what he does.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You turn to leave, but one of the men blocks your way. “Please leave me alone. I don’t know who Antonio is.”

“Your face is plastered all over my dad’s wall. Of course I know who you are.”

You start to run away, but the three teenagers grab you so that you don’t escape. You go to yell, but one of them slaps their hand over your mouth. Your life flashes before your eyes, but luckily, you don’t have to imagine a world where you’re kidnapped… again.

One of the teeangers is ripped from your body, and you look up to see Jensen there with rage in his eyes. He doesn't care if they’re kids or not, he will beat whoever dares to put their hands on you.

“Jensen, stop!” you yell.

He punches each of them to the ground, not caring about whether he broke their jaws or not. When he knows they’re not going to be a problem, he turns to you with fire in his eyes.

“Get in the car.”

He walks away without room for argument, so you huff out in annoyance before grabbing your clutch that fell on the ground.

“I could have taken them.”

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffs. He opens the passenger door of his car and turns to you. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder to get rid of me.” You’re going to leave your car here and pick it up later, so you move to get into the car. “If you even think about sneaking out again, I’ll break both your legs.”

“Are you going to tell my dad about this?” you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

“No, but try it again and your dad isn’t the one you need to worry about.”

“Kinky,” you smirk.

“Get in the car.”

Maybe having Jensen around isn't going to be such a bad thing.

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Hold Me

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Summary: You just need to be held for a little. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Squares: Roommates!AU for @spnaubingo // Hurt/Comfort for @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo // Sat on their lap for @spnfluffbingo // Warnings: Alternative Universe, bad day, crying, fluff, comfort fic Word Count: 600

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Waking up two hours before the alarm went off meant just one thing, your day was going to be very long and very bad.  Well, it actually went worse than what you had expected.  The only thing you wanted was to get home and curl up in a ball and hide from the outside world.

Sometime later, your phone started to ring, Dean, your roommate, and best friend, was calling you; when you started to live together, you came up with an agreement of texting each other when you were home safely and the other wasn't around. Even though you knew you should've texted him, today was different, you couldn't answer his call, you knew you were going to break down and you didn't want that to happen.

You opened your conversation with Dean and texted "I'm sorry, I can't," hoping he wouldn't insist on the phone call. Luckily for you, he didn't call again but he texted you back, "what is it, sweetheart? Talk to me," it was Dean, you knew this was going to happen.

A few tears slipped down your face while you tried to figure out how to tell him what you needed.

“I’m sorry” you texted again, your vision all blurry because of the tears, “baby, don’t close to me. We will figure this out,” he texted right away. You locked up your phone and let your tears fall, “I just want to be held for a little” you finally said sobbing.

You were so lost in your negative thoughts that you never heard Dean entering the apartment and slipping into the couch with you.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart” he whispered and you finally broke down. Everything has been too much and you couldn’t handle it anymore. Dean moved you to his lap, “Come on, let’s get more comfortable,” Dean said carrying you towards the bedrooms.

At some point, you must’ve cried yourself to sleep, because when you opened your eyes and realized your surroundings, you felt warm, loved, and safe.

You knew Dean was still holding you, the way he engulfed his arms to hold you were unique. The way he hugged you was special, just what you needed. The tears started to fall again, you were overwhelmed, Dean could’ve been anywhere in town at this time, but still, he was here with you, holding you, making you feel safe. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere” he whispered tightening his embrace.

It felt like ages has went by while Dean held you, you weren’t sure how long have you been in Dean’s arms, but you were content, you didn't want it to finish.

“How?” you broke the silence, Dean chuckled, “you told me, sweetheart”. You moved aside a bit to look at his face, your expression showed confusion.

“You accidentally called me and when I picked up the call you said you wanted to be held. I dropped everything and came to you,” he explained.

You sighed, your day had been the worst and longest but Dean was with you, making sure you were fine. You closed your eyes to thank the universe for making you cross paths with him when you felt him kissing your forehead. “I know it can be hard, but sometimes you need to ask. I would never say no to you.” Your eyes brimmed with tears again, you were very emotional, and the slightest hint of love melted your heart. 

“What did I do to deserve you? you asked and he chuckled, “Sometimes I ask myself the same thing” he answered, and kissed your forehead again.

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Undercover

Title: Undercover

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,139

Warnings: Guns, mentions getting arrested

Square Filled: Rival AU

Summary: Y/N runs into Sam on a hunt and it goes as well as she could expect.

A/N: This is a submission for the extended 2021-2022 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo​). As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. Please let me know what you think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

You’d thought you’d been paranoid this morning when you passed the old bookstore on Maple Street and had to do a double take. Then, after you’d seen the ghost of his figure ducking into the local animal hospital just off Highway 30, you’d made a u-turn in an old bait shop’s gravel parking lot just so you could drive past and look for his car. It wasn’t until you’d crept your way into the old marina’s guard building that you realized that you had, in fact, found the same hunt as Sam Winchester.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered as you pulled yourself up onto the top of the upper cabinets. Once you were settled, you flicked off your flashlight and watched as Sam trekked back up the dock towards your hiding place, his own maglight in hand.

He was only a dozen feet away from the back door when he froze and carefully pulled out his gun. You tensed, watching in silence as he peered through the midnight fog that blanketed the lake and the surrounding area. You hadn’t spotted anything suspicious, and you’d been careful to cover up any trace of yourself, which meant that Sam’s sudden change in behavior could only be due to something more nefarious than yourself.

Slowly, Sam crept into the guardhouse, keeping his gun drawn. You held your breath.

“You’re out of your depth with this one,” he finally said, and suddenly his light shone directly in your eyes.

You huffed and held up your free hand to block the light, squinting at him in irritation. “And you’re still a jerk. Nice to see you too, Sam.”

“Get down from there and go home. I’ve already done all the research and I can easily handle this on my own.”

“Oh yeah?” You carefully lowered yourself down from the cabinets and pulled your own gun from the holster strapped to your thigh. You’d stopped tucking it into your jeans a long time ago, opting instead for a more practical option when the chances of running into someone were slim. “Then how come that David said there were no hunters in the area?”

Sam made a face. “Who the hell is David?”

Rolling your eyes, you stomped past him, fully ignoring the gun he kept trained on you. The security guard’s desk would only be unattended for another five minutes. You’d been in the middle of searching for the disc that contained the antiquated security system’s footage from the past two weeks when Sam had interrupted you.

"What are you doing?” he questioned, coming closer to watch over your shoulder.

“Your mom,” you snarked back. 

The disc was shoved in a drawer underneath a short stack of file folders and a notebook with yellowed pages. You pulled it out and turned your flashlight on to inspect the label on the front just to be sure you’d found the right thing, but Sam snatched it out of your hand before you could get a good look.

“Hey!” You grabbed at it, but he held it out of your reach as he read the front himself. “Sam Winchester, this is my hunt! I have been here for over a week now and if you don’t stop interfering, I will call the police on you!”

He only grinned and tucked the DVD into the inside pocket of his jacket. His gun had also been tucked away, leaving him with just the maglight in hand as he looked you over.

“We both know that never ends well. How many times have you tried that one? Three? Four?”

You kept your own gun out and narrowed your eyes at him. “Go. Home.”

“No.”

The sound of footsteps approaching the front doors made you both freeze, and you hurried to switch off your flashlights and escape. When the door swung open only a few moments later, you ducked behind the table. Sam was already crouching behind it and he pushed you into view as he crawled underneath the vinyl tablecloth to hide. Though the guard had yet to turn on the overhead lights, the smug look on Sam’s face was clear as he disappeared from your sight. 

Quickly, you unclipped your holster and shoved both it and your gun inside one of the lower cabinets. They weren’t hidden well, but you could only hope that no one would spot it before you could get back to retrieve them. You barely had time to shoot Sam a look of utter loathing before the lights came on and the guard spotted you.

“Hey, you can’t be in here,” he said, heading right for you. 

It took everything in you not to reveal Sam’s presence as the guard cuffed you and marched you over to his desk so he could phone the police. Logically, you knew that one hunter on the case was better than two of them locked up for trespassing, even if it was Sam Winchester. 

Three hours later, the officer who’d collected you from the marina and brought you down to the station stepped into the holding cell area and unlocked the door. You looked up, a little surprised that David had even answered the phone associated with your alias. He wasn’t always the most reliable backup.

“You’re free to go, ma’am. I’m so sorry for the mixup,” the officer said, giving you a tight smile.

You stood from the bench and stretched a little, popping your back as the man held the cell door open for you. He led you out into the main part of the station, but you slowed your pace as you neared his desk.

Sam sat opposite the officer’s chair, his hands cuffed to a metal loop on the desk in front of him. When he saw the officer had returned, he turned his head to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable.

“Can I ask if you were able to get ahold of my supervisor?” you asked, closing the distance between you and the two men.

The officer pulled your bag of personal items from the bottom drawer of the desk and started removing the items from the clear plastic. He checked each of them off on your intake form as he worked, not bothering to look up as he replied.

“No, but we found this man impersonating a federal agent and interrogating local employees. When we contacted the man he claimed to be his supervisor, we realized that you were the real deal and this guy’s the fake,” he explained.

Raising an eyebrow, you glanced over at Sam, who was slouching further and further in his chair as the officer spoke.

“How did you come to that conclusion?”

This time the man looked up at you. He held out your flashlight, badge, wallet, and phone, which you accepted gratefully. A quick glance at the screen told you that you had three missed calls and a voicemail from David, no doubt chewing you out for getting arrested.

“His “supervisor” wasn’t his supervisor at all. The guy does work for the Bureau, though, because he confirmed your role in the case.” He glanced back down at the forms, then slid the paper towards you and held out a pen. “That should be everything. You just need to sign at the bottom saying that we’ve returned all your personal items. I’m sure the Bureau will be happy to clear up any paperwork regarding tonight?”

You nodded and leaned forward to scribble your alias’ signature on the bottom line, ignoring Sam’s glare. As you signed, you tried not to let your immense satisfaction that Bobby had vouched for you and not Sam show.

“I’m glad we could clear all this up,” you said. “Although…” Sam tensed as you paused and finally looked back at him, then at the officer. “This man isn’t impersonating a federal agent.”

“That’s not what your higher-ups said,” replied the officer. He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding you with a suspicious expression. “Are you saying that he’s lying to me?”

Shaking your head, you tucked your badge and wallet back into the pockets of your jeans. “No, sir. I’m saying that he doesn’t know everything regarding this case. Like I told you when I first came in, I’ve been tracing a trail of murders across several states. The scope of this thing is huge and we’ve got hundreds of cases under investigation right now. This man is an undercover agent, one specifically chosen by me to help with my work, so I’m going to ask that you release him from custody. You’ve already risked blowing his cover by arresting him. I’m happy to take care of any paperwork on his behalf.”

After a few moments of consideration, the man sighed and shook his head, muttering to himself. He reached down into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a second bag. This one held more items than yours, including Sam’s gun and several knives he’d had hidden on his person that you hadn’t been able to see before. You made a mental note of each one as the officer pulled them from the bag and checked them off on the paperwork he’d clearly been in the middle of filling out when he’d gone to release you from the holding cell. You also noticed that the disc with the security footage wasn’t among the items in the bag, which meant you’d have to ask Sam to give it back to you. Irritation grew in the center of your chest and you cleared your throat, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from saying something that would blow your cover.

While he worked, Sam stared at you in silence. You could feel his gaze focused on you as you supervised the officer going through Sam’s belongings, and he continued to stare at you while you filled out the papers regarding his release. Finally, the officer went around the desk and uncuffed him, then handed him the pen to sign off that he’d received all his personal items.

You stood beside Sam in silence as he collected his things, then stayed by his side as the two of you walked through the station and out into the parking lot. Your motel was only a few blocks down the street, and you had no doubt that Sam was most likely staying there too.

“Why did you do that?” he finally asked as you turned out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk.

“Do you want me to go back and tell him I was lying?” you asked, not looking over at him. “Because then we’ll both be in even more trouble, and I don’t really want that.”

Sam sighed. “Y/N—”

“Don’t. Just go home and let me do my job.”

“This is my job too, you know.”

This time you did look over at him, but only for a second. “I didn’t get you out of there so you could help me, Sam. I got you out because I’m sure there are other people who need help. I’ve got this covered, and if you had only listened to me in the first place—”

“I was here first, so if anyone’s leaving, it should be—”

“Will you just stop?” you shouted. You stopped and turned to face him. He seemed startled by your outburst, but you didn’t let his unusual show of surprise faze you. “It’s very clear that neither one of us likes the other, and it’s even more clear that we can’t work together. I did you a huge favor sticking my neck out back there for you.” You pointed back down the street towards the station. “So for once in your life, can you just let someone else be in charge? Just give me the disc, go home, stay out of my life! Can you handle that, Sam? Or is that too hard for you?”

He stared at you, lips pressed together, and you crossed your arms over your chest. When he didn’t reply after a moment more, you turned and started walking again, leaving him standing with his back to the street. 

“Fine,” Sam said, calling out to you as you kept walking. “But next time, don’t expect me to help you.”

You scoffed but you didn’t say anything. You knew that deep down Sam had to be a good person—bad people didn’t willingly sacrifice everything good in life—but something about him made you want to bang your head against the wall. There are many things that you wanted in life as a hunter, but getting away from him was at the top of the list. If letting him think that he had the upper hand here would get him to leave, then you’d let the argument fade. There were more important things to worry about.

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Just For Tonight

Square/s Filled: Doggystyle @spnaubingo | One night stand @anyfandomkinkbingo | Touching under the table @jacklesversebingo

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,510

Summary: On a night out after a hectic work conference, Jensen was only looking for a quick drink before he returned home the next day. He clearly wasn't looking for more than that, but he definitely welcomed it once he met Y/N.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written a Jensen fic, so here you go! Happy reading and hope you enjoy :) beta'd by my love @hintsofhoney

Jensen flicked open the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt as he walked into the pub, looking for a place to sit. Given that it was a busy night, he found a spot left at the bar, taking it immediately. His co-worker, Dan, had already ditched him back at the hotel, having found a blond woman he had been interested in talking to the entire conference. He sighed as he sat on the stool, his green eyes scanning over the people there, the hectic schedule of the last three days taking a toll on him. He was more than ready for a hard drink, or a few, before heading home the next day. The conference had been incredibly draining, and he was officially done being concerned with numbers and figures until he was back in the office on Monday.

Dan had wished him well in the hopes to find someone to spend the night with, but Jensen wasn’t thinking about that, even at all. It’s not that he never hooked up, he did. He just didn’t do it as often as his friend or other coworkers did. He had concentrated so hard on getting to a higher position at the company that he didn’t really find time to let loose once and a while. After the last three days with seminars dedicated to investment banking and financial services, however, he needed a break from the numbers swirling around in his head.

He looked around the room once more as he sipped his drink, and it wasn’t long before his eyes landed on a back corner table. It was a group of four women, laughing as they chatted about something, but he was only taken with one of them. From what he could see, she was wearing a black dress that came to just above her knees, the sleeves lace with the trim ending at her forearms. She giggled as she sipped a pink drink from a martini glass, causing him to smirk as he thought about his next move. He shifted around to get the bartender’s attention again, asking him to send a drink to the mystery woman’s table, the one she had ordered.

Jensen watched as the man behind the bar mixed it together before pouring it into a glass, sending it with one of the waiters towards the table. The women all looked up in surprise as the drink was placed on the table in front of her, the waiter gesturing to the bar before he left. Jensen’s eyes met hers from across the room, hers narrowing slightly as she looked between him and the glass in front of her. He watched in amusement as her friends whispered and nudged her, no doubt telling her to go over to him. He decided to make it an easier decision, getting up from the stool with his drink, pushing his way past people.

He smiled as he reached the table, standing right in front of her as their gazes remained locked on each other. “Figured I’d come over and say hi, rather than remain the mysterious stranger that bought you a drink.”

“Well, I almost came over, but I don’t know,” she started, glancing at the crowd before she looked up at him again. “Are you worth braving through that many people for?”

“Do I get to prove myself?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She bit her lip as she continued to stare at him. He found himself wanting to be the one biting that lip, and little did he know she was thinking about the same thing at that moment. He had caught her eye the minute he walked in with his friend, and once he was alone she almost bought him a drink, before he beat her to the punch.

“Sure,” she replied, sliding into the booth a little to make room for him. She turned to her friends who were paralyzed in their places as they gawked at him, tilting her head towards the restrooms, a silent plea to them to leave her alone for a few minutes.

She watched them pick up their purses as they left, laughing slightly just as he did once their eyes met again.

“Jensen,” he said, offering his hand.

She smiled, placing her hand in his. “Y/N.”

“So, can I trust you with this?” she asked, holding up the new drink.

He reached for the stem, plucking it out of her hands and bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip. He cringed at the taste as his features scrunched up, causing her to cackle at his face. The sound was infectious, making him join in as he passed the drink back to her. Between the glint in his eye and the sound of his hearty laugh, she was already willing to call an end to the night and see if he wanted to come over to her apartment.

“The only thing that’s guilty of is being too sweet,” he husked, as he picked his own glass and took a sip, changing the taste in his mouth. “But yeah, you’re good.”

“Thank you,” she said, simply as she sipped it.

“No problem,” he stated, unable to look anywhere else but at her. She was beautiful, and could very well be way out of his league, but nothing had to happen beyond whatever happened tonight.

He told her he was in finance, she told him she was an architect, and they both explained all the challenges that came with those jobs. She had a dog, and he had no pets considering he traveled for work so much. They went back and forth in conversation, smiles, flirtatious looks and light touches of hands passing between them. She leaned closer to him, her eyes drifted over his suit and up into his green orbs, just as her heeled foot grazed up the side of his calf under the table. She smiled softly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip once more as she shivered at the feel of his fingertips brushing over her knee. His hand slid onto her thigh, over the fabric of her dress as his gaze drifted down to her mouth.

“Well, not to burst this bubble so soon, but… I leave tomorrow,” he informed her, frowning.

She hummed, nodding slowly. “Guess this is over before it even started, huh?

He shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers as his fingers swirled over her skin, at the edge of her dress. “We've got plenty of hours to pass before then, darlin’.”

A soft moan escaped her at the drawl of his words, and she had to try and calm down. This man was going to be the end of her, she knew it already. She had a brief thought about her own behavior because she never acted like this. It had only been about half an hour that they had been talking, and she was already ready to leave with him. She was never this quick to go home with strangers, but the second he walked into the bar she knew she needed to find a way to get him to her apartment and out of the suit he was wearing, fast. So, fuck how impulsive she was being in that moment, because that was exactly what she was going to do.

Jensen was thinking about the same thing. He wasn’t one to rush things like this, but he needed to know what she felt like and how many times he could make her come apart. He really needed to know.

“M-My apartment’s about 20 min-” she started to tell him but was cut off by a gasp, just as his hand slipped under her dress and rested on her thigh, his palm burning against her skin.

“My hotel’s a block from here,” he countered.

She shifted back slightly, smiling up at him. “Lead the way.”

They finished their drinks off in quick swigs, before they both got up from the table and made their way to the bar. She told her friends what was going on, promising to text once she was going home, whether it was tonight or the next morning. She hoped it was the latter. They watched as he paid their tab as well as his, genuinely impressed as one friend wiggled her eyebrows at her. They said their goodbyes as they parted ways outside, before she turned to him. He smirked as he held his hand out for her to take, a warm feeling settling in her belly as she thought about all the things he could possibly do to her.

“Shall we?”

The keycard beeped against the lock, the door opening as Y/N was pushed into the room, Jensen’s plump lips fused to hers in a rough kiss. He kicked the door closed behind him, dropping the card on the floor as she let go of her purse and jacket, trying not to stumble over them. He grabbed her hips, pulling her close as her hands gripped his white shirt tight, the buttons straining as she clenched the material. She started to unbutton it as she kissed him, but he took her hands in his, pulling back and staring deep into her eyes, panting harshly. He reached behind her and pulled at the zip of her dress, peeling it down her shoulders to reveal her black, lace bra. Once her arms were free, he held her close as he walked her back further into the room.

A small smile pulled at her lips, her heart racing at the thought of where this could go. She hummed as he pulled her dress down her body quickly, pushing it down along with her black, lace thong, allowing her to step out of it as it pooled around her feet. She glanced down briefly, suddenly feeling nervous with how exposed she was, but a gentle, hooked finger under her chin had their eyes meeting again. She felt her fears melting away instantly, which surprised her considering she had only known him for half an hour.

“Eyes on me,” he instructed, voice deep and husky as he leaned in, his lips hovering close to hers. “I want to see you lose control while I take you apart.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, biting her lip.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, darlin’?” he asked, lightly nipping at her jaw. “Want me to ruin you with my fingers?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered.

He smirked, letting his hands slide down her back and land on the curve of her ass. He skimmed his palms over the flesh, raising one before he brought it down, hard enough for her to let out a small yelp of surprise. He chuckled, the sound a little sinister but a chill ran through her hearing it. He lightly pushed her arms, seeing her drop back on the bed with a giggle. He took her heels off her feet, shifting away from her as he undressed. She watched him as he stripped off his suit and shirt, feeling her core tighten at the reveal of his incredible torso, her hands already itching to hold onto his broad shoulders. He moved in, hovering over her as he kissed along her neck, her eyelids fluttering as they struggled to remain open. His warm hands drifted over her body, one drifting down to her breasts and pulling the cups of her bra down, as the other slipped between her legs. She gulped as she felt his thick fingers slide between her folds, a small grunt leaving him when he felt her.

“So wet for me already,” he remarked, meeting her gaze as he lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers.

She couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips, shifting into his touch as he licked and nipped at her pulse, while his fingers continued to run over her, his thumb flicking over her clit. Just as the digits slid into her tight heat, her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. He pumped them slowly at first, groaning as she grinded against him, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. His fingers picked up the pace a little, his thumb running circles over the swollen nub just as his other hand rolled the pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, fuck, y-yeah,” she moaned, wantonly.

She was trying not to close her eyes, to take in the way his eyes focused on her, but it was difficult. She wanted to lose herself in the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my fingers, sweetheart,” he husked, looking down at her. “You look so beautiful, just like this, ready to come undone.”

“P-Please, I need-” she pleaded, struggling to find the words.

“Oh, I know what you need, darlin’,” he whispered, smirking. “But first, you gotta cum on my fingers, and only when I say you can.”

She whimpered as he worked them faster, the blissful feeling from his actions spreading through every part of her body. She clung to the covers, a soft whine escaping her as she grinded against him, wanting more. She hissed as he applied a harder pressure to her breast, his green orbs dark with lust as he shook his head.

“Do that again and this’ll be over,” he warned. “Only when I say you can and not a second sooner. Got it?”

“Yes,” she gulped.

“Good,” he breathed, grinning as he continued his ministrations while he spoke to her. “You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, aren’t ya?”

She nodded, unable to trust her voice to work at that moment. A wicked glint sparkled in his green eyes as they looked at each other, his face barely an inch from hers as her ragged breaths fanned against his lips.

“That’s right,” he smirked. “Can feel how close you are, sweetheart. Wanna feel you gush all over my fingers, and then… then I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, make you feel it for days.”

“Oh, fuck!” she cried.

She felt her walls clenched around his fingers, just as her core tightened and she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before she fell over the edge. He continued to tweak her nipple between his fingers, working his other hand into her sex, his thumb flicking over the bundle of nerves, faster and faster as he felt her arousal against the pads of his fingers.

“Cum for me, darlin’,” he groaned, holding her close as they continued to gaze at each other. “Cum for me, soak my fingers.”

She broke their eye contact as her head fell back against the bed, a string of moans falling from her lips as he felt her wetness against his fingers, still pumping them into her as she continued to ride her high. His actions slowed as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her huff a short laugh as they finally stopped. She whined slightly at the loss of his fingers once he removed them, but she felt heat pool low in her stomach once more as he pressed one finger against her lips. She obeyed his silent order and took it into her mouth, humming at the taste of herself on his skin. A low grunt came from him as he watched her, his finger leaving her mouth with a wet pop as he brought the other one to his own lips, her arousal on his tongue making him groan.

“Amazing,” he breathed. “I think I want a proper taste…”

Y/N frowned briefly but bit into her lip once more as she saw him drift down her body, onto his knees. Jensen grabbed her hips, feeling his cock twitch in his pants as he spread her thighs, taking in her glistening folds. He ran his thumb over her entrance, making her whimper and him chuckle at how such a simple thing made her weak.

“So perfect,” he muttered, repeating the same action once, twice. “All dripping and swollen just for me.”

He leaned in and wasted no time, his tongue taking a long lick of her folds. A sound halfway between a gasp and moan came from her as she felt the sensation, whimpering as he did the same thing a few times before he slid the talented muscle into her entrance. She cried out as she lost herself in the feeling, her eyes squeezing shut as her hands moved into his hair. She whimpered as his beard scratched against her inner thigh, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. His hands slipped down from her hips under her ass, squeezing the flesh tight as he continued, devouring her like a man starved. Tears stung her eyes as she felt completely overwhelmed by what she was feeling, the need to feel another release coming far quicker than she anticipated.

“J-Jensen, p-please,” she begged, her hands tugging at his strands. “I need to cum again, please make me cum.”

The only response she got from him was a deep grunt vibrating against her as he kept at it, working his tongue into her faster, little nail marks left on her ass cheeks from his grip. It wasn’t long before she felt her walls tighten, her moans getting louder as he moved one hand from her ass onto her clit, rubbing it as quick as he moved his tongue into her.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck!” she shrieked, feeling the dam break once more.

Jensen groaned against her, holding her close as he lapped up everything she had to give. He was intoxicated by the taste of her, breathing deeply as he drew back, pressing a kiss to her thigh. He stood up slowly, smiling softly at her disheveled state, hair completely a mess, bra still on with the cups pulled down. He reached under her and unhooked it, letting it fall down her arms before he threw it behind him somewhere in the room. He leaned over her and pulled her close, her breasts pressed into his chest as she held onto his shoulders, their lips meeting in a sensual kiss.

“You okay?” he asked, gently as he brushed some strands of hair away from her face.

“Yeah, I just… who the fuck are you and where did you come from?” she replied, giggling. She couldn’t believe he was real.

He chuckled, shrugging as he licked his lips, lightly. “I just aim to please, darlin’.”

Y/N beamed as she moved in, kissing him once more. She moaned into his mouth as he softly sucked at her lip, his hand sliding down to the back of her thigh and pulling it up around his waist. She couldn’t believe how quickly she trusted him, allowing him to do incredibly erotic and intimate things to her, but she felt from the way he looked at her in the bar that she could take him seriously. He pulled his lips away from hers, pecking them lightly in reassurance when she sighed at the loss. She watched him stand up, unbuckle and unzip his dress pants, biting her lip as her walls clenched around nothing in anticipation of feeling all of him when she saw how hard he was.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered.

She felt a shiver run down her back from his authoritative tone, doing as he said and turning onto her stomach, pushing herself on her hands and knees. She teased him by shifting back, the curve of her ass pressing into him, feeling his cock against her. She whined in protest as he moved away slightly, wanting him inside her as soon as possible before she combusted from the torture of waiting.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he muttered, his hands sliding down her back and pushing lightly, moving her further down. “I know you wanna prove what a good girl you are, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, leaning her head on her forearms, now flat on the mattress.

Jensen smirked as he shifted closer, taking hold of his shaft and stroking it, slapping the tip against her sex. She whimpered at the feel, squeezing her eyes shut as he rubbed the length through her folds, her slick covering him. He lined up to her entrance, and without another word, sank deep inside her heat. Her mouth fell open as her walls sheathed his girth completely, the sound unable to escape her throat. As promised, he set a brutal yet pleasurable pace, thrusting into her hard and fast as he gripped her hips tight in his hands. She was no doubt going to have bruises in the morning, but she thought of them as a souvenir to an incredible night. Which this definitely was.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect… this is what you wanted, isn’t it, darlin’? Being fucked like this, taking this cock in your tight little pussy?”

“Y-Yes, oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, loudly, not caring how many people heard her in the other rooms.

“Tell me how it feels…”

“So good, oh fuck, it feels so good,” she babbled, her hands clenching the sheets. “Love feeling your cock inside me, fucking me so hard, fuck!”

“Yeah, you do,” he smirked, gazing down at her. “Gonna make you cum so hard on my dick, want you soak every inch of it.”

He pulled her back against him by her hips as he thrusted, the smacking of skin joining their moans of pleasure as he pounded into her, harder and faster. He was chasing the release that he craved, but he wanted to get her there for a third time first. She was getting wetter with each stroke of his cock inside of her, and he could feel her walls contracting around him. The familiar feeling in her core grew, the head of his shaft hitting that sweet spot that drove her wild, and she knew she was close to the edge once more.

“Oh god, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum-” she whimpered, biting down on her fist.

“Cum,” he commanded, his jaw clenching as he held back.

Y/N slapped her palm over her mouth, a muffled shriek leaving her as the coil within her snapped, her arousal slicking his cock as she came for a third time that night. It was far more shattering than the previous two, her body convulsing from the euphoric bliss coursing through her. She felt herself slowly coming down from her high, his thrusts slowing slightly, but he seemed to have other plans as he suddenly pulled her up into his arms. His hand covered her mouth as hers slipped away, holding onto his thick forearms as her back pressed into his chest, his other hand moving between her thighs as he continued to pound her relentlessly. His fingers rubbed against her clit so fast, she sobbed into his hand as she felt another wave of pleasure, her third orgasm rolling into a fourth.

“Give me one more, darlin’,” he growled, kissing her neck to encourage her when she whimpered and shook her head. “Yes you can. Wanna feel it, one more, darlin’, one more…”

A few tears strayed from her eyes as the wave finally hit her, a scream erupting from her lips which was stifled by his hand. She moaned as she heard his grunts becoming frequent in her ear, until he finally let out a guttural moan when his cock throbbed deep inside her. She hummed as she felt the warm spurts of his seed coat her walls, feeling him slump as he gave her every drop he had to give.

Jensen slowly removed his arms from Y/N, letting her drop down on the bed and stretch out her legs, a small wince leaving her as she felt the cramp in her muscles. He laid down beside her, both of them staring up at the ceiling, the awkwardness of the afterglow beginning. She turned to look at him, biting her lip as she appreciated his side profile, the way his chest moved as he regained his steady breath. Every inch of him was perfect, and it was a shame he was leaving tomorrow.

“Was that okay?” he asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.

She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. “It was way better than okay.”

He smiled, rolling onto his side and shifting closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. She stared back at him, wondering what he wanted to say considering she could tell he was holding something back.

“You can stay,” he whispered. “If you want to.”

She nodded. She had a feeling that wasn’t what he wanted to tell her, but it was okay. There was no way she was leaving that room after what just happened.

She didn’t want it to be over so soon.

Jensen clipped his silver watch around his wrist, staring out the window to the view of the city in front of him. The sun had risen, and a new day was starting as he got ready to go back home. He glanced over his shoulder, smirking as he saw Y/N stir, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. She sat up slightly, looking around the room in confusion before she spotted him by the window. She looked over at the bedside and saw the clock read 8:35am. That was far too early for how late they eventually fell asleep the night before.

“Morning,” he muttered, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside her.

“Morning,” she croaked, clearing her throat and trying again.

He chuckled, taking in her soft, sleepy look as she held the sheets close to her chest. “Last night was… it was amazing.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, her voice meek as she smiled at him. “It really was.”

“I gotta get to the airport on time so I have to go now, unfortunately,” he sighed, heavily. “But I got you a late check-out.”

“Thank you,” she said, a little surprised by the kind gesture. “Well, you better go.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, nodding slowly.

“And I think I’m gonna go back to sleep for a while and then order a huge breakfast on your tab,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows as she laughed.

“Damn, that’s a classy move right there,” he complimented, grinning.

A silence fell between them as they stared at each other. Before he got too comfortable, Jensen stood up and dropped the keycard on the nightstand, taking hold of his luggage. With one last look, he winked at her, causing her to beam back at him.

Y/N watched as he disappeared behind the wall, the sound of the door opening and closing making her frown a little. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed that she didn’t have longer with him, but she had absolutely no regrets about how the night turned out with him.

He had officially ruined her for other men, and they’d have a hard time competing with the best night of her life.

[winchester-girl67]

Cravings

Summary: The reader gets some intense pregnancy cravings when she smells the alpha next door cooking. She grabs a plate and knocks on his front door.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, Baker!Dean x pregnant!reader

Square: Baker au @spnchristmasbingo​ Love at first smell @spnaubingo​

Word Count: 3,777

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, pregnant reader (Dean is not the father), unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, mentioned/implied one night stand, mature themes, language, pining, a little angst, mostly fluff

A/N: Inspired by a post on pinterest. First attempt at writing an A/B/O fic. Also written for @spnchristmasbingo​ and @spnaubingo​. Enjoy!

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The best thing about this pregnancy was no heats. Your cycle took a snooze and although you still craved the touch of an alpha at times, it was something you could handle yourself. And you did handle it yourself since you wanted nothing to do with the alpha that did this to you.

He was a means to ease your heat that one time, but he was all kinds of selfish and everyday you thanked your lucky stars he didn't claim you that night. Although, if he knew you were four months along that might change things. Simply because alphas are territorial and not because he actually loved you.

You were a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on hopeless, every alpha you met was the same. Controlling, arrogant and conceited. And because of that, there was no way you were going to let just any alpha claim you. No matter what.

You always wanted to be a mom and you didn't need an alpha like that. One pup was enough. You would raise this pup right and if they presented as alpha when the time came, they would be different.

It was near the end of November and it was cold outside but the pregnancy had you running hot, so you had the window cracked open as you watched your favourite holiday cooking show on Netflix. Just the sight of the food on the screen made your stomach rumble.

Pregnancy cravings are a bitch.

One minute it was sweet like chocolate and the next it was savoury like meat pie with gravy and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce...

You raised your nose towards the open window in your living room and sniffed. Inhaling a deep intoxicating breath that went straight to your stomach and you felt your pup flutter happily.

Your neighbour was cooking something delicious and the pup wants what the pup wants. There was no use denying it, you'd be craving that smell all night if you didn't go over there.

You grabbed a chunky brown sweater from your room and tugged it on. Then padded over to your kitchen cupboard and grabbed a plate before you headed out the door in your slip-on boots.

This is ridiculous, you thought as you stood on your neighbour's porch.

You knew very well the guy next door was an alpha, you could smell him during his ruts and it was always the most intense musky scent. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was distracting and your heat usually hit around the same time. Still, you hadn't ever talked to him. He kind of intimidated you like any single alpha would to an unclaimed omega. So you kept your distance.

Until now.

You lifted your fist to knock.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

In the minute it took him to answer the door you didn't think twice about it. You only thought about that smell and you had to swallow to keep from drooling.

"Hi," you greeted, when your neighbour opened the door and you continued before he could get a word in, "My name's Y/N Y/L/N, I live next door and I was hoping I could have some of whatever it is you're cooking. I know this is really strange and kind of intrusive but the smell is making my mouth water and I just had to ask."

You held out your plate and pouted your bottom lip with big Y/E/C eyes looking up at him. He was taller than you thought, bigger shoulders too. And those green eyes of his stared back at you.

"It doesn't have to be much, just a little. Please?"

But then he smiled, "Of course. Come on in, neighbour."

He stood aside and held open the door. You only hesitated a moment before you stepped inside and let him shut and lock the door behind you.

"This way," he waved for you to follow him and headed down the hall.

You left your boots at the front door and padded after him with your plate in your hands. You stood at the entrance of the kitchen and inhaled with a big smile you didn't know you were wearing. Until you heard a chuckle from your neighbour.

"Here, let me take that." He said and you let him take the plate from your hands. You never felt this comfortable around an alpha before even when you were intimate with one. "Y/N. Aren't you going to ask my name?"

Oh right. "What's your name?"

"Dean," he smiled and set your plate on the counter. "Winchester."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winchester. I really appreciate this."

He hummed and nodded, "No problem. And call me, Dean."

You swallowed again when he pulled the meat pie from the oven and dished out a couple of slices along with a scoop of mashed potatoes and a dollop of cranberry sauce.

Damn, pregnancy nose was spot on!

"I do have one condition, Y/N." He paused and looked up at your curious face. You started to get a little nervous this time. "I don't like eating alone, would you mind?" He asked as he placed your plate on the kitchen table across from his.

You froze and didn't answer. You just stared at him. Then Dean sighed and picked your plate back up. He slowly walked it over to you, still standing in the entrance, and handed it over.

"Thank you," you said and padded back towards the front door.

Dean exhaled loudly when you reached the entrance, still sulking in the kitchen and not bothering to see you out. You felt a shift and sniffed the air. The alpha smelt salty... lonely. Not dangerous. You paused at the door and looked down at your plate, then back over your shoulder at the entrance to the kitchen.

"It'll probably get cold on the walk home." You stated, walking back into the kitchen and sitting across from Dean at the table. You gave him a soft smile.

You didn't know why but you didn't feel threatened around Dean, despite the alpha within. You stabbed into the slice of meat pie with your fork and hummed around a bite. Savoury and buttery and flakey. It was perfect.

You started purring and Dean's scent changed again. He was happy. Really happy. You stopped eating and met his smirk.

"Is it that good?" He asked and you couldn't help purring a little louder as you nodded. "I'm glad."

Purring wasn't something you did often. Only when you were extremely content and you couldn't stop it even when it became embarrassingly loud. Dean didn't seem to mind though, he actually looked kind of flattered.

"Can I have some water?" You asked between purrs.

"I can do better, how about some wine? I have red," he offered and raised his eyebrows in question as he stood from his seat.

You couldn't drink but you didn't want to tell him why. It was still early to be telling people.

"Water's fine."

"Okay. Can you get me two glasses from the cupboard and I'll grab the Brita from the fridge." He asked as he pointed to the cupboard behind you.

"Sure." You purred.

You had to stretch a little to grab the glasses off the shelf, one in each hand, and your chunky sweater rode up a little when you did.

"Are these ones okay?"

Dean growled and snapped behind you. You started and spun around to see him baring his teeth and staring at your stomach. You stopped purring instantly and dropped the glasses to tug your sweater back down. You were just starting to show.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." Dean shook his head and raised his hands. "I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

"Maybe I should go..."

"No."

"This is on me, Dean. This wasn't a good idea. I never should've barged in here. I'm gonna go." You said, holding a protective arm over your bump and stepping over the broken glass on the floor.

"You don't have to." Dean pleaded and took a step closer.

"I think I need to, thank you for everything."

"Omega. Sit." He ordered and took a deep calming breath. You hesitated at your title and sniffed the air, smelling his fear fade away. "I didn't mean it, okay? I'm just getting a lot of new scents from you, it's confusing as hell but I wouldn't ever hurt you. You can take my word on that." He glanced at the hand you kept on your lower stomach and added, "I won't harm your pup either, Y/N."

"New scents?" You asked.

That implied he scented you before the pregnancy but this was the first time you've ever interacted with him. So how could that be?

"You can smell me when I go into rut, right?" You nodded. "I can smell you when your heat kicks in." He exhaled and rubbed the scruff on his chin, "It's intense. Sometimes it feels like you're in the room with me, sometimes I wish you were... but most of the time, I have to keep myself from going over there. I don't like it when you need me and I can't do a damn thing about it."

Alphas naturally run a few degrees hotter so it wasn't a surprise to see the window in his kitchen open. And your houses were fairly close together, so it wasn't entirely impossible to scent each other during your cycles when your pheromone levels were at their highest. But because it wasn't a direct scent it made sense that a slight change in yours, like a pregnancy, could throw him off.

“You leave your windows open a lot, which I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. You know you shouldn’t do that, right? I mean anyone could just break in, especially when you smell as good as you do." He explained, probably a little more than he wanted by the way he cringed at himself. "I just want you and your pup to be safe."

You spent a long minute just watching him and sniffing the air. Still, he didn't strike you as a threat. He looked at you the way no other alphas did and he kept including your pup so you knew he cared about the both of you.

"I don't think anyone's stupid enough to try something when an alpha lives next door." You pointed out.

Alphas were primal creatures. It didn't matter if he claimed you or not. If he smelt a scared omega in his territory -next door, he would have the instinct to protect you or at least rip the throat out of whoever was threatening you.

"What about the alpha?" He asked.

"He keeps to himself."

"And what if he can't do that anymore?" He slowly slid into his seat at the table and rested his head in his hand as he looked up at you.

He looked defeated. Like he was tired of denying the connection he felt to you. You weren't sure what you felt. You didn't know what to say and you started to get nervous that he may want to claim you. Right here, right now.

"Then I guess it depends on what he does next." You answered, still standing and shifting your weight from foot to foot under his gaze. "I've had enough asshole alphas in my life, Dean."

"I won't force anything on you, Omega. I just want to be near you." He promised as if he read your mind.

"Don't call me 'Omega'. We don't know each other that well and I don't like it." You hardened your face and he nodded like he understood.

'Omega' was something you reserved for your mate. Future mate, someone you trusted completely. It made you feel primal urges when you heard it and you had been fighting the urge to sit down with him since he told you to.

"Please, stay." He whispered and stared at his plate.

Dean's scent was turning salty again and you soured your nose. You hated that scent on him and you would do anything to make it go away. You ignored the glass on the floor and slid back into your seat at the table across from him.

"Why does your house always smell so amazing?" You asked, poking at your food with your fork. You teased, "Are you like always baking or something?"

This hadn't been the first time you smelt something so delectable that you wanted to demand a piece of the pie, so to speak. You had to stop yourself many times and wound up stuffing your face with Oreos or bread instead. But the pregnancy made those cravings a hundred times worse, so there was no stopping you when they struck today.

"I own a bakery, so yeah," Dean smiled and followed your lead when you started to eat again. "I'm usually trying new recipes or whipping up a snack for fun."

"Wait, so you bake all day and then come home and bake some more?" You smiled and the alpha in Dean blushed as he nodded with a chuckle. "Well, if you ever need a taste-tester, you know where to find me. I'm always hungry these days."

You rubbed your slightly swollen stomach and took a bite of mashed potatoes. Creamy and cheesy and you shut your eyes for a moment as you savoured the taste in your mouth.

"I'm guessing there's not an alpha in the picture?" Dean alluded as he stirred his potatoes and licked his fork. "I should've asked earlier but I didn't know," he glanced down as if he could see your bump underneath the tabletop.

"There's not," you stated dryly and mixed the cranberry sauce into your mashed potatoes. Salty and sweet, a perfect combination.

"Must be an idiot," Dean muttered under his breath.

"Huh?"

"Not to claim you the second you took his knot." He explained and added a 'Sorry' when he smelt your unease.

You ate the rest of your meal in a silence that wasn't entirely uncomfortable, exchanging glances with Dean between bites. He smiled at you a bunch more times and when the meal was over he sent you home with half the leftovers.

The next few weeks felt more and more as if he was courting you. Twice a week he'd leave gifts on your doorstep; pies, bread baskets, mini muffins, donuts, gingerbread men, sugar cookies. Some stuff he made at the bakery and some were new recipes he tested in his kitchen during restless weeknights. Then on the weekends you'd join him for a meal, usually dinner and usually at his place since his oven was fully operational. There was an element burnt out on yours and he offered to fix it but you weren't ready to let him into your home; not yet.

You were so grateful for the alpha next door. Sure, because he fed you delicious treats, but mainly because he treated you and your pup with respect. He was everything you wanted your pup to be and more.

He even accompanied you to doctors appointments and bought the pup a Led Zeppelin onesie. He was acting like a mate without all the scary alpha undertones. He did things because he cared and he wanted you both healthy and happy.

You had almost given up hope that an alpha like him existed. And this whole time he was right next door.

You wanted to show Dean just how much you appreciated him, so you invited him over for Christmas Eve dinner; since you were both busy with family on the day of. You planned to cook him a big meal and give him a break, but he showed up a couple hours early to switch out your broken element for a new one. And after that you couldn't kick him out of the kitchen if you tried, so you relented and let him help.

"Do you wanna see the pup's room?" You asked after dinner.

You were too full for dessert, though you were positive you could go back for it in about an hour when your stomach made room. Dean started the dish washer and turned around to face you. You hadn't taken him on a tour of the house yet and he seemed content at the idea.

He tried to hide the smirk on his lips, "Are you sure you're alright with that, Om- Y/N?" He was trying to be respectful of your space.

"Mhm." You purred and grabbed his hand.

You tugged him along with you, up the stairs and into the first room on the left. The pup's room. You hadn't painted it yet and you weren't sure if you were going to, it didn't need it, but you did decorate the walls with posters of cartoon animals. There was a crib on the far end, and a bookshelf filled with children's books and plushie toys, and a La-Z-Boy recliner in the corner next to it.

"I already had a lot of this stuff. Except for the crib, that's new, and I've been collecting books since I found out. I still need a changing table and a dresser and maybe a few other things that I'm probably forgetting." You said and bit your lip as Dean scanned the room.

"This is awesome, I especially like the sleeping sloth poster 'Dream Big'." He chuckled, but walked over to the recliner when he spotted something. He picked up the large stuffed grey wolf that sat in it. Then smiled as he held it up to you, "You kept it!"

Dean won the stuffed animal at the carnival he brought you to last weekend by throwing baseballs at tin bottles. He wanted you to have it for your pup and he was really excited to see that it was in the room now. He really was the sweetest man alive.

"Are you kidding me?! Of course I did!" You said and walked up to him to plant a kiss on his scruffy cheek.

It was the first time either of you did anything intimate like that. Dean's neck flushed at the contact and the red crept up into his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He cleared his throat nervously and set the stuffed wolf back in the recliner. His natural musky scent got a little stronger and you could feel his body heat radiating off of him.

"The pup's gonna love this, Y/N. I can help you get the rest of the stuff, whatever you want." He said and kissed your forehead sweetly.

There was no need to rush, you were only five months along and already better prepared than you ever were. "We have lots of time, Alpha."

You didn't mean to say it, 'Alpha'. It just slipped out but once you said it you couldn't take it back. It felt right. Dean was your mate and by the looks of it, he knew that well before you did. He was just trying to ease you into it.

"Omega," Dean growled, "Don't tease me."

"Do you want to see the master bedroom?" You asked and tilted your head to the side as you looked up at him. You already thought of your house as being his home too, "Our room."

You didn't go into heat since you were already pregnant and that just didn't happen with pregnant omegas, but you felt that flutter in your chest that told you he was the right one. The alpha you wanted to claim and have claim you back. You wanted to be his and he as sure as the moon was high in the sky, wanted to be yours.

You had no doubts that he would treat your pup as his own, he never acted otherwise and always wanted to be by your side. Feeding you treats that were 'Good for the pup'. You had a feeling that if you let him, he would get a whole lot more clingy and protective too. But you wanted a doting alpha and you welcomed it when he lifted you in his arms.

Dean pressed his nose to the crook of your neck where your mating gland was and inhaled, long and deep. He was scenting you for real this time and you scented him back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He growled happily when your bump pressed to his tummy and you could smell his rut coming on strong. His skin was dewy and hot and you liked the warmth under your palms as you held onto the back of his neck.

Then he walked you out of the pup's room in search of yours.

"Which way, Omega?" He asked when he got you out into the hall.

"Last door on the right," you said, nibbling on his neck where you knew an alpha to be the most sensitive.

Dean gently dropped you on the king-sized bed and you crawled into the nest of blankets and pillows. He watched as you moved a few things and made enough room for him to crawl in after you.

"Come, Alpha. It's okay." You patted the open spot beside you in bed, but Dean hesitated.

"Fuck, this is the worst timing," he muttered to himself and you saw him visibly shudder. "I can feel my rut coming on fast, Y/N, I don't wanna hurt you or the pup. I should -I should go." He swallowed thickly and glanced at the door like he was trying to convince his feet to move.

An alpha would normally still go into ruts if his omega was pregnant, so it was natural and you knew he wouldn't hurt either of you. Even when things turned carnal and you knew he wouldn't claim you unless it was safe for the pup; that's just who Dean was. He was an alpha hardwired to protect and care for those he loved, not inflict pain or hardship to satisfy his own needs. He was different, he was a real mate, and you wouldn't leave him on his own when he needed you most.

"Alpha. Bed. Now."

Dean laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead and upper lip. It wasn't common for an omega to order an alpha around but he listened to you and crawled into the nest beside you.

"Comfy?" You asked when he curled around your body and pressed his cheek to your bump. He shivered and placed a palm over your stomach. "I trust you, Dean. You won't hurt us, Alpha."

He didn't respond, instead he pressed his nose to your bump and scented the pup for the first time. Deep breath in, deep breath out and he stopped shaking. And started purring.

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[holylulusworld]

It’s Sam to you

Title: It’s Sam to you

Square Filled for @samwinchesterbingo​: Mafia Sam

Square Filled fo @spnaubingo​: Dean/Pamela

Square Filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Mafia AU

Summary: A long-gone love returns to ruin your relationship.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Ruby, Pamela Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, self-doubts, established relationship, shy reader, Dean is a douche for a moment or two (he means well, though), fluff

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“Dean, what’s the surprise,” Sam has you tugged in his side. He kisses your hair, hating that he must break another promise. He wanted to take you out. This weekend should’ve been only you and him.

Now his father planned one of his huge parties. You know, the kind of party you only ever hear about behind closed doors or see in movies. John Winchester invited half of the mob, and the other half wished he invited them.

“Sammy, come on. It won’t be a surprise if I tell you about it, right?” Dean grins as you hold tight onto Sam. You don’t like too many strangers around, especially when your boyfriend of four years planned a special getaway only to tell you last minute you need to attend a party first. “What’s wrong with you, sweetheart? Don’t you like me anymore.”

“I’m just—” you bite your tongue. Dean likes to tease you all the time. You are a little shy when it comes to meeting new people or being around too many people at once. You feel self-conscious and insecure sometimes. “It’s nothing, really. We had plans, is all. You are Sam’s brother, of course, I like you.”

“Aw, your girl likes me, Sammy,” you don’t like the way Dean acts tonight. He’s a bit grumpy, loud, and well, an ass, once in a while. But tonight, it’s more than that. Dean’s eyes seem to be glued to you, and you don’t like this one bit. “How about I show you the surprise. Are you ready?”

“Dean, I’m not five years old. Just tell me why you are grinning like you are on the best stuff ever,” Sam sighs as you hide your face in his shoulder. He doesn’t like that you feel uncomfortable tonight. Sam wanted this evening to be special, and now, it’s ruined thanks to his father and Dean. “If you don’t tell me why you ruined my night, I’ll just leave.”

“Fine. Fine,” Dean points at a woman standing next to his fiancé. A beautiful brunette. She’s wearing a red dress with a long slit on her left side, revealing he leg and even her panties. “How about we got to Pam and talk to our special guest.”

Your boyfriend is not in the mood for games but agrees to get it over with. He takes your hand and guides you toward Dean’s fiancé Pamela and the mysterious woman Dean was talking about.

“Pamela, babe. Look who I found,” Pamela turns to flash you a smile. She’s one of the few people in Sam’s life you feel comfortable around. “Sammy and Y/N.”

“You look beautiful tonight,” Pamela pecks your cheek. “Don’t let her get to you.” She whispers and you furrow your brows.

“Sammy,” the brunette coos. She steps closer toward your boyfriend, smiling wildly as you can only watch her kiss him on the lips. You swallow thickly, feeling like someone just punched you in the guts.

Sam seems to be as surprised as you are. He allows the nameless woman to place her hand on his chest and chat him up. Your hand slips out of his hold as you take a step back.

Sam is talking to the woman, missing that you excused yourself to run toward the restrooms, slamming the door shut behind you.

Tears stream down your face as you remember the name he just breathed out as if it was a prayer he forgot about. Ruby. Sam’s former fiancé and the woman breaking his heart. She left him eight years ago, and he has never been the same again since then.

You take deep breaths and try to blink the tears away. “He’s your boyfriend, Y/N. Sam loves you. Go back out there, grab his hand and act as if you don’t feel threatened by his beautiful and self-confided ex-girlfriend.”

It takes you five more minutes to find the strength to leave the restrooms. You gulp in more air to calm your nerves.

“There you are, sweetheart,” Dean casually strolls toward you, acting as if he didn’t just push Sam’s ex-fiancé into your boyfriend’s arms. “We should talk.”

“About what, Dean? The gorgeous woman you invited to the party to make sure Sam will leave me,” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Why would you do such a thing? What have I done wrong that you want to break my heart?”

“You see, I like you, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong,” the elder brother sighs deeply. He hates to do this to you, but he must protect you and Sam. “Y/N, you are a cute, smart, and nice girl. And therein lies the problem. You are too nice; a good girl living in a different world. Sam is a dangerous man, a mobster and he killed people.”

“I know,” Dean gasp as you jab two fingers into his chest. “After our first dates, Sam told me about his…profession.” You lick your lips. “Sam knew things are going to get serious from that point. He never lied to me, Dean. Your brother gave me choice.”

“You know…everything?” cocking his head Dean watches you intensely. “He never said a word. I thought you still believe he’s the family lawyer or crap. Why did Sammy never tell me so?”

“Why are you asking me, Dean? He’s your brother. All I can say is that Sam wanted me to know what I get myself into when I fall in love with him,” you wipe your eyes. “I guess this doesn’t matter now. You brought the one girl he never forgot back into his life.”

“Y/N, I—” the mobster huffs as you can’t even look him in the eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you, sweetheart. I did what I thought is best for you and Sam.”

“There you are,” Sam calls out your name. “Baby girl, I was looking for you. You said you want to go to the restrooms half an hour ago. I was worried sick.” You don’t look at Sam when he cups your face to peck your temple. “Never scare me like that again. My father invited all those dangerous people. I don’t want them to touch a hair on your head.”

“I didn’t think you’ll notice that I’m not around any longer,” you quip.

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“You looked pretty occupied with your ex,” Sam presses his lips to your cheek. “Maybe you should go back to her. Your brother is right, I’m not the kind of girl you want to keep around.”

“What are you talking about, baby?” you can hear the panic in Sam’s voice as he looks down at you. His features soften seeing the tears run down your face. “Y/N, I love you. I talked to Ruby and made sure she gets that I’ll not tolerate that she kissed and touched me in front of my girlfriend.”

“A girlfriend who worked for an attorney lawyer,” Ruby spats behind your back. She stalks toward you and Sam, her hands balled into fists. The look on your face tells you she’s not the kind of woman taking rejection well. “Did you know that? Huh, Sammy?”

“It’s Sam to you,” you smirk as Sam twirls around to growl in Ruby’s direction. He rises to his full height, or so it seems, as your boyfriend looks so much taller (if that’s even possible) when he glares down at his ex-fiancé. “Of course, I knew about her internship at Cole Trenton’s office. That’s how we met.”

“Wait, you met at Trenton’s office,” Dean laughs as you simply roll your eyes at Ruby’s question. “I knew she will get you into trouble.”

“Gosh, Ruby. Were you always dull?” this time you laugh. “She was at a restaurant with a friend. Trenton started an argument and I stepped in. The moment I laid eyes on Y/N I knew she’s the one for me.”

“It was more like you loved that I threw my drink in that asshole’s face,” you chuckle as Sam ignores Ruby and turns his attention back toward you. “What? It’s true.” 

“Maybe,” Sam gives you his puppy dog look and the smile he reserves for you. “I was enchanted by you, baby girl. I had to fall for you.”

“Same,” Dean makes an odd noise when his brother hoists you up to press you against the wall behind you to kiss you fiercely. His hands paw at your ass and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. “Fuck, we should leave the party and go somewhere else, baby.”

“Yeah,” you breathlessly reply. You feel like the most beautiful girl in the world as Sam looks at you with soft eyes, and a sexy smirk on his lips. “Where do you want to go?”

“I did not forget about the getaway we planned. Let’s say our goodbyes to Pamela and my father. He will understand that I need a few days off,” he pecks your lips, smirking as you eagerly kiss him back. 

“You shouldn’t carry her around like that,” Dean interjects. “How about you take the back entrance and I explain to father that you had to leave. This is all my fault, Sammy.”

“We will talk about this later,” snapping his head toward Dean your boyfriend narrows his eyes. “I get that you are always worried about me, but I’m a grown man now. No one tells me who I’m allowed to fall in love with.”

“Sammy…I’m sorry.”

“You better are,” while Sam carefully helps you stand, Ruby calls his name once again. Your boyfriend ignores her. He acts as if she’s not even around. “I will go on vacation with my girl and don’t want to hear from you or father for the time being. We will have a serious conversation when I’m back in town…”

Sam takes your hand to guide you away from his brother and a fuming Ruby.

“And just you know, Ruby. If I ever see you near me, my family, or my girl again, you won’t like what happens.”

“Sam are you sure that this is okay?” you look at the cabin, smiling as it’s beautifully nestled in the woods. “Sam?”

“It belongs to our family, baby,” he pecks your hair. “We can stay as long as we want to. No one is going to disturb us here. No phone calls, no annoyingly and overprotective big brother, and no business. Only you and me.”

“Only you and me,” you smile up at Sam. He cradles your face with his hands, kissing you slowly. 

You will spend a whole week at the cabin, talk about the past, what happened at the party, his family and planning your future.

The day you return, you're wearing his ring and a bright smile. 

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Title: For The First Time Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45659824 *Square Filled: First Time Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Warnings: None Word Count: 3,205 *Written/Created for @spnaubingo

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting POV Dean Winchester Supportive John Winchester Supportive Mary Winchester Established Castiel/Dean Winchester Virgin Dean Winchester

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Your Little Psycho

Pairing: Mafia!Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: none

Summary: Your mafia boyfriend takes you out for dinner when he sees a man staring at you in a not-so-innocent way. What he does next... doesn’t surprise you all that much.

Square Filled: free space (2021) for @spnaubingo

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It’s always nice to go out to dinner with your boyfriend whenever he has a chance to. He’s always so busy, but he will always make time for you because he will always put you first before anyone else. You two are out at your favorite restaurant in your town, and the fucker actually bought it for you. He bought a fucking restaurant for you so that you never have to pay when ever you come here to eat.

You tried telling him it’s not necessary, but he claims he has all this money to waste away, so why not spend it on you?

Sam Winchester is one of the biggest mafia bosses this town has ever seen. Scratch that, this country has ever seen. He’s rich beyond comparison, so he can do whatever he wants without anyone questioning his decisions. You kind of go along for the ride most times. If he buys out an entire city for you two, then you go with it. If he buys you a restaurant, then you enjoy the food. It’s annoying at times, but you know he does it out of love.

The only thing you wish you could change about him is his temper. He’s very intense and very violent, so whenever he loses his patience, someone is dying. He never does anything without reason, so if he kills someone, then you know they deserved it. Jealousy and possessiveness are also two qualities that Sam has. You’re clearly his, and if someone dares look at you the wrong way, then he will act out impulsively.

“Do you know what you want?” you ask him, looking at the menu.

“No.”

You know you shouldn’t have asked because he always tells the waiter/ess to surprise him with whatever they think is best. You don’t know what you want, so you’re looking at the vast array of options. You want something you’ve never tried before, so you’re tied between two options.

“Oh, Sam, Tessa’s birthday is coming up, and I’d really like it if I could take her to Paris or something. She’s always wanted to go shopping in an exotic country. Could we use your jet?”

“Y/N, I tell you this time and time again. What’s mine is yours. I think shopping in Paris is a great idea. When are you going?”

“In two weeks. I know I can use it, but I wouldn’t feel right if I took it without at least asking.”

You look up to see Sam staring at you like he’s been doing since you’ve sat down. You blush and are about to put the menu up to hide your face when his eyes shift from you to someone who is behind you. Instantly, his mood changes from good to bad. Sam knows what a man is thinking when he stares at an object of his desires. He knows the evil that he wishes he can do to you, and it’s not sitting well with him.

“What is it?” you go to turn, but he grabs your hand to stop you. You know exactly what is happening without having to look. “Let it go, Sam. It’s not a big deal.”

Sam is pissy for the next five minutes, moving his eyes from you to the creeper right behind you. You’re already putting it out of your mind, and when you decide on an item, you look at your boyfriend.

“Sam, let it go. I know what I want to order.”

“Good. Order for the both of us. I don’t care what I have. I’m going to use the restroom.”

He gets up without another word just as our waitress gets to the table. You sigh and think about following after him, but decide against it. You shake your head and place two orders in, handing back the menus to the waitress. You’re only alone for ten more minutes before Sam comes back in a much better mood along with the food.

“Why were you gone for so long?” you ask when the waitress leaves.

“My tummy hurt,” he says innocently, but you know that’s a fucking lie.

“Bullshit,” you mumble and take a sip of your wine.

You both dig into your food happily, enjoying each other’s presence quietly. You’re only three bites in when you hear a loud thump come from behind you. You turn to see the man who had been oogling you now face down on his plate of food.

“Samuel,” you hiss, turning back to your boyfriend.

“What?” he groans in annoyance.

He hates being called his full name by you, but you do it when he’s in trouble.

“What did you do to him?”

“I paid the waiter to poison the fucker,” he grins.

“Honey, you can't just kill anyone who looks at me wrong,” you whisper so others don’t hear.

“If you knew what he was thinking, you’d want him dead too. I love you, Y/N, and I will do anything to protect you.”

“You know, you’re a child sometimes.”

“You love it.”

You two go back to eating as if your boyfriend didn’t just kill someone. He’s a psycho sometimes, but he’s your psycho.

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Summary: Dean fucked you like he never had in your life. It felt unreal. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Squares: Wet Dreams for @spnaubingo // Dream!AU for @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo // Warnings: +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, hard sex, public sex, wet dreams, priest!Dean, Alternative Universe Word Count: 600 A/N: By clicking Keep Reading you are stating that you're 18 OR OLDER, meaning that I'm not taking responsibility for your media consumption. Also, big shoutout to my mama @writercole for helping me <3

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Dean was mad, furious, you could see it because of the way he was gripping Baby's wheel, his knuckles were white.

He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere and got out, fuming.

You looked at him from inside of the car, you knew why he was acting like this. He was mad at you, pissed off at your actions.

If it wasn't for you, he probably would be dead. You saved his life, why was he so mad?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You asked going to the front of the Impala

Dean turned around and faced you, "what's wrong with me? You had one job!!"

You could feel the heat and anger emanating from his body, he was pissed off. You should be angry too but the way his nostrils were flaring with anger, his clenched jaw, the way he fisted his hands and released them, you were turned on, and you were more than ready to push his buttons and see the outcome.

"Now is it my fault that you are alive?!"

As if he was possessed, he turned you around and bent you over the hood of the car. You gasped at his action but your body reacted immediately.

In a swift motion, Dean had opened your pants and had a hand already touching you, making you squirm.

"I told you to stay back," he whispered in your ear with gritted teeth. He moved your panties aside, humming at the feel of how wet you were, his other hand caressed your body from your waist up to your neck making you arch your back and he inserted his finger even deeper, "but still, you didn't listen" he growled, thrusting his finger.

He stopped thrusting with his finger and snaked his free hand under your t-shirt to pinch your nipples. While you were being distracted, Dean pushed his cock deep inside you and started thrusting without warning.

At the sudden intrusion, you felt completely full, with each thrust you could feel how he was arranging your insides. The way he stretches every time he thrust, it’s a blind line between pain and pleasure, it’s so blind that you don’t know where starts one and where ends the other. Dean had never fucked you like this. It felt surreal.

He then brought one of his hands to your neck pulling your body towards his, making his thrusts even deeper, hitting that deep G-spot you didn't know existed in your body.

The overstimulation was too much for you to handle, you knew that when the orgasm hit you, it was going to be your end.

Suddenly, Dean stopped thrusting. He removed the hand from your neck and turned you around, so you were facing him with your open legs and your back over the hood of the car. This time, when he penetrated you, the thrusts were slower, much slower than before. Every movement of his dragging hips sent jolts of electricity through your body, making you squirm under him.

The orgasm started to build up again, you could feel the intensity when you were about to come, and then, your eyes flashed open. "Nooooo" you exclaimed frustrated.

"Come on, darling, get up or we are going to be late for church," you sighed. That dream left you wet and frustrated, you were in much need of a cold shower.

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