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Bring It In

[Sam Winchester x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After a rough hunt, Sam seeks your comforting touch.

WC: 1747

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Sammy!! My adorable pookie. God, he was so precious in the early seasons that I just had to write about him.

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Waking up to a shadow in the middle of the night, especially when you were staying in a motel that was miles away from any civilization, was never a good thing. Especially when you could feel it even before opening your eyes, its presence heavy on the air. It made your senses scream and your heart race.

The feeling of being watched and studied was not something a normal person would like to wake up to, and as you lay there in bed with your eyes closed, that feeling struck you right into your core, making your muscles tense. Adding into the fact of the complete awareness of the supernatural world you were a part of, that was just the cherry on top of the cake.

But as you lay there, your brain going at 100 miles an hour, you realize this instance wasn’t one of those life-threatening situations you were so used to. It was an oddly comforting feeling as the flashlight you flew into the darkness was caught in the hands of someone you trusted with your life, the same hands that have touched every inch of your body in a way you could never forget.

He had been hunting all night, you could tell. Although it was dark, and only the soft glow from the motel sign illuminated the room, you knew his clothes were covered in dirt and leaves, and his hair was a mess. He didn't care, though, as he walked closer to you, his eyes becoming clear as he turned the flashlight on.

Sam had a tendency to get into these moods. A mood where he needed something to ground him and remind him that the life he was living was worth fighting for. You had always been that thing for him, his anchor, and as he approached the bed, his mind was racing with everything and nothing all at once.

As he sat down on the edge of the bed, his large hands reached out, touching you softly. It wasn’t sexual; he had no interest in that right now. He was looking for comfort. He just needed you.

You sighed, pulling yourself up from your position on the bed to get a better look at him. His eyes were tired and glistened over with some sort of sadness that he tried to keep hidden from you, but he knew he couldn’t. The tears reflected the moonlight that shined through the blinds and through the flashlight, and although the shadows under his eyes were more prominent than usual, he still looked at you with the most love you could imagine.

You didn't have to ask him why he was here, why he had been gone all night. You knew. He was a creature of habit, and Sam was very good at reading people. He knew when you were at your weakest when you needed him the most, and you did the same for him.

He needed reassurance. He needed to know he was doing the right thing, or else the guilt and shame would eat him alive. So when he saw the soft expression on your face, the gentle smile, and the look in your eyes, he nodded. It was soft, barely noticeable, but you saw it.

“You scared me.” You said, reaching forward to take his hand in yours. The flashlight was still clutched tightly in his other hand, the light shining up at the ceiling.

He sighed, squeezing your hand and looking away. It was silent for a moment before you felt him shift. The mattress moved slightly under his weight as he scooted closer, his eyes meeting yours once more.

Without a word, he reached forward, the hand that had been holding the flashlight coming up to rest on the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, the roughness of his hand feeling nice against your soft skin. He ran his thumb over your cheek before moving to cup the back of your head.

He was slow, almost hesitant, and you gave him a reassuring smile. You loved this man more than anything, and the gentle kisses he placed on your forehead and cheeks were the most tender of moments. You felt your heart swell as he finally kissed your lips, his hand moving from the back of your head to wrap around you, pulling you closer.

He let the flashlight fall to the floor, the loud thud it made against the carpet going unnoticed. You felt his lips tremble slightly, his emotions getting the best of him as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him closer.

It wasn’t long before he pulled away, just slightly, his breath warm against your lips. Now you saw the blood, the bruises, and the cuts covering his face. He didn’t seem to care about them, but you did. It broke your heart, knowing that he had spent all night killing monsters and demons just to keep you safe. To keep everyone safe.

He let out a sigh, a long, hard breath as if he had been holding it in forever. Relief, the kind that came after a good cry or after a bad case of the flu was gone, washed over his face, and you could see the tension leave his shoulders. He leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

“I know,” He spoke, his voice cracking slightly. His tone was soft, his lips brushing against your ear. You shivered, rubbing your hands over his back. “I’m sorry, I just.. I needed- I needed to make sure that you were okay. That we were okay. It just... It gets overwhelming, and with what happened to Jess-”

You shushed him, turning to place a kiss on his temple. He sighed again, his breath tickling the side of your neck. His scent surrounded you, a mix of dirt and sweat and a hint of gunpowder. Dean’s presence was there, too, a bit of cologne and beer mixed into the air.

You didn't need to know where Dean was. You were pretty sure he had been on a hunt with Sam, and now he was at a bar, trying to get over his demons. The two brothers were so closely similar and yet so different, but in moments like this, where they were both torn down to their core, you could see the resemblance.

The two of them had a lot of things in common, but their biggest similarity was their stubbornness. They refused to ask for help, and they were afraid to show weakness, especially in front of each other.

Dean was off, drinking his worries away, while Sam came to you. A pattern the two had developed.

You had met the brothers in a motel very similar to the one you were in now. You were there for a simple vacation, a break from all the stresses of your life, but things changed when you were woken up to the sounds of gunshots and glass breaking.

Dean had burst into your room, dragging you out with him. He was a smart guy, and although he had no clue who you were, he knew you were in danger. He had gotten into a fight with a… well, it didn’t matter what it was; all that mattered was that the thing had a taste for human flesh.

You and Sam had bonded instantly, and Dean wasn't too far behind. It was the start of a beautiful friendship despite the poor circumstances. After a year of being around each other, helping each other out with whatever situation came, the three of you became closer than you ever thought possible. A little more with Sam, of course.

So, now, when Sam comes to you late at night, needing you, needing reassurance, you don’t hesitate. You give him all that he needs and more, and when he holds you close, his body trembling and his words shaky, you know it was the right decision.

His grip on you tightened, pulling you into him. You let him, holding him just as close, your hands gently running up and down his back. You could feel the fabric of his shirt under your fingertips, and the heat from his skin radiated through.

After a moment, he pulled back, his eyes searching yours. You could tell he was worried about Dean, about you, about the whole situation. He was afraid of what was coming, and although he didn’t know it, his fears were valid.

There was a lot to come, and it wasn’t going to be easy. The two of you had been through a lot, and although you didn't regret it, the thought of something happening to him was enough to drive you crazy.

You were about to say something, but the words never left your mouth. He was kissing you again, the force much stronger than the last, his hands gripping your arms tightly. It was an amazing kiss, filled with all the passion and love he had for you, and as he moved you, pushing you onto the bed, you felt his desperation.

It wasn’t a desperate need for sex, but a desperate need to be close to you. You knew this, and as you tangled your fingers into his hair, kissing him just as desperately, you knew he needed you more than anything. Who cared if you ended up losing more sleep than normal? Who cared if the sun came up and Dean returned to the room, finding the two of you still tangled up together in a mess of sheets? Who cared if the world was coming to an end and this was the last time the two of you would ever see each other?

He needed you, and as he whispered your name, his voice cracking with emotion, you knew he had no plans of letting you go. Not now, not ever. And when Dean did pop up a few hours later with messy hair and his shirt on backward, he would take a single glance and walk right back out the door, knowing he was going to be okay.

The three of you would be okay, and when the time comes and the world starts ending, you would fight till the very end. Because there is nothing worth fighting for more than your family, and you would do anything to protect the people you loved.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Celebrity Next Door Masterlist

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Warnings will be added to each chapter!

***Jensen’s kids will be renamed due to respectfulness, & Daneel is in the story as his ex but in no way do I want to cause harm or disrespect her as a person***

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

(On Hiatus, coming soon)

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— SUPERNATURAL: S05Ep13

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Dean Winchester, Gender Issues, and Self Esteem

Fandom: Supernatural

Ratings: Teen

Warnings: Child Abuse, Homophobia, Transphobia

Relationship: 

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Mary Winchester

Summary

Dean Winchester has always did his very best to be the tough, macho hunter that his dad wanted for a son, but he was never good enough, for his father or for himself. This series explores Dean's process of growing up and, with the help of his brother and his angel, coming to understand that maybe he's different from what he and his father expected, but maybe, just maybe, that's okay.

Maybe it's something beautiful.

"Gender is in the brain, Dean, sex is in the body."

Link

https://archiveofourown.org/series/61693

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I'm curious what happened to all the food that the Levithans laced with poison after Dean & Cas iced Dick Roman?

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

Broken Fan - Chapter 3

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: A mix of emotions, mixed signals, what is a girl supposed to think?

Warnings: Anxiety, swearing, alcohol consumption, placement is in a bar for part of this story, slight panic.

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Loud voices poured into the streets slowly and then all at once, and suddenly I was no longer alone.

I stood from my spot against the wall, and took in all the people flooding the entrance of the hotel once again. Casual conversations were being held about their favorite parts of the convention, how attractive the men were, and how excited for the signings everybody was.

That was one part of the convention I was most nervous about, actually meeting him. Especially after the way he stared at me, would he even recognize me? Would he judge me for freaking out and leaving?

Part of me didn't even want to go to the signing tomorrow, I wanted to get in my car and head back to my hometown, never look back. But I knew I couldn't do that. I spent almost all of my money for this chance, this moment to feel like a part of civilization, so that when I had to go back to my normal-shitty life, at least I could hold onto these moments to get me through the dark nights.

That's why I came here, this is what I wanted and needed to do, and I was determined to get over myself and meet the man who saved my life.

I was being dramatic earlier, so what if he stared at me? It didn't mean anything, he was just connecting with his fans, but why did it end up being me? Why did I have to overthink the way his eyes bored into mine. Why do I keep having flashbacks of that gorgeous smile that was spread across his face?

And fuck sakes, WHY did I feel a connection when there clearly wasn't one. He was famous, I was a nobody. It was stupid and I hated my mind.

I was going to forget it even happened, that was my goal.

Night finally approached and the streets got quiet, everybody went back to their hotel rooms to get some sleep for tomorrow.

I spent the day trying to relax myself as I put on some Supernatural episodes, but it felt different now. Watching Dean on the screen felt wrong, nearly uncomfortable because I felt like I no longer knew Dean. I felt like I knew Jensen.

I sighed and shut my phone down as the sky got even darker. I couldn't sit in my car any longer so I decided to go for a walk, even though I had no idea where I was.

There were a few stores down this street, but a majority of them were already closed for the night, but hope filled me when I spotted the bar at the end of the block.

Quickly checking my wallet, I smiled contentedly when I noticed I had enough for a quick drink, even though I barely drank as is. I wasn’t really a heavy drinker, I’ve been to block parties or went to bars for some fun, but I didn’t enjoy drinking too much. After todays events, I needed just enough to calm my nerves.

The parking lot was nearly empty, except for a few cars, which made me sigh in relief. Less people the better. It was a small place, sort of secluded and quiet.

I walked in and looked around, spotting only a few others inside at tables and sitting at the bar. With such a weird name like the "The Thirsty Horse", this place was actually quite cute. There were pool tables and a jukebox, and a dart board. It was nice and calming, exactly where I needed to be.

I grabbed my drink and sat at a corner booth, sipping slowly while looking around at my surroundings. I couldn't help but smile at the scattered people either on a date or chatting with their buddies, it sort of made me feel less alone to see them interacting.

Halfway through my drink, the bell to the door rang and two men in hoodies entered, heading straight for the bar. The taller man scanned the room while the shorter one talked to the bartender who simply nodded, and then went to lock the bar door.

Confusion and anxiety seeped in as I watched them act sketchy, until the door was locked and blinds were pulled down. The tall man took his sweater and glasses off first, and my jaw nearly dropped when I recognized the mystery figure.

Jared Padalecki.

My heart nearly stopped beating. If that was Jared, that could only mean....

The second man took off his sweater and my thought was confirmed. There he was, Jensen Ackles. They were here, in the same bar, only a few feet away, and directly by the door so I couldn't leave.

Fuck.

Jensen scanned the room in a way that made my heart beat faster. It was almost as if he sensed somebody here, like he was looking for somebody he knew.

I pushed my head in my drink and stayed low, crossing my fingers that he wouldn't notice, not after today, not with how I looked now. Thankfully, they didn't seem to recognize or even see me as they walked to the pool table and started chatting away like normal people, but I couldn't help but slightly watch the interaction. They looked so... normal. So regular.

Occasionally Jensen's eyes would scan the room once again, and every time I'd lower myself until it was nearly impossible to see him. I avoided watching them and quickly finished my drink before slowly sitting up, trying to spot the boys.

Jared was leaning against the bar chatting to the bartender and Jensen was nowhere to be found. I breathed easy when I realized he was probably in the bathroom, now was my chance. I got out of my seat and kept my head down, nodding at the bartender to lock the door after I left, and I rushed out.

My eyes stayed on the figures behind me, trying to make sure that Jensen didn't exit and see me, but he wasn't there. Thank god.

As soon as I turned to step out the door, my body ran into a firm figure in front of me, and I fell to the ground tangled with the poor victim of my clumsiness.

Embarrassment and anxiety was filling me as I started to untangle myself. "Shit! I am so sorry I wasn't paying attention."

"No problem at all." The famiar voice spoke, causing my heart to skip a beat. I knew that voice. Hesitantly, my eyes flickered up spotting the very man I was trying to avoid. Jensen.

He smiled softly as he stood from his spot, reaching his hand out to help me stand back up. With a shaky hand, I grabbed his and stood from my spot mere inches from him. His eyes were locked on mine once again, and I could barely breathe.

With all the strength I had, I ripped my gaze from his and stared down at the ground. "Uh, Seriously though I am really sorry."

He chuckled lightly as he dusted the dirt off his jeans, "Seriously though, it's totally fine."

I nodded and walked around him, swallowing hard with every step I took away from him. My entire body was buzzing and I felt like I could probably throw up at any moment, he must really think much about me now.

"Wait." He spoke, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Turning slowly, I tried to best to hide the look of anxiety that was probably stretched all across my face, and simply nodded for him to go on.

He stepped closer, "Your the girl from the convention right? Middle row?"

Oh god, he did remember me. What do I do? Shit, speak dummy, speak!

"Um, yeah that was me."

His smile widened and his hands moved into his pockets, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as he stared back. "I thought I recognized you."

I giggled nervously and nodded, "Yup..."

Before my thoughts could run wild, he looked back to the bar and than to me, "Did you want to come in for a drink with me and Jared?"

Wait, what? Did I hear that right? I'm dreaming... Right?

He laughed at my shocked expression and held his hands up in surrender, "I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable, don't feel inclined to say yes, I just figured..."

He stopped for a second and I laughed lightly, "You just figured there was a fan who was meeting the people she always wanted to, and you felt inclined to do something nice, like a wish for a cancer kid or that sort of thing."

His smile dropped and I mentally kicked myself, nice way of wording it.

I shook my head frantically and stepped closer, "God, that was so rude I'm sorry."

"It's all good." He laughed out, "I was actually going to say that I figured if you didn't like the panel, I wanted to make it up to you."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Why do you think I didn't like the panel?"

He shrugged, "You did leave 15 minutes in."

"Oh." I whispered. "Right."

How the hell do I explain this one?

Before I could respond, he stepped closer, arms crossing over his body. "It's okay if you don't want to, I wouldn't be offended. If you end up changing your mind and want to come join us, we would be happy to have you." With that, he smiled and walked back to the entrance, only turning back at the door to shoot me yet another bright smile.

I stood in my spot for what felt like hours contemplating my decision. I could either go inside and drink with the boys-possibly have a great experience and get to know them better, or I could go home and wait till tomorrow, possibly regretting not saying yes.

I have no idea what to do. I have no idea why he even wanted me to drink with him, was it pity? Maybe it was his ego because I left the panel early, or maybe he felt the same thing I did-No that's stupid… right?

Jensen’s POV

I couldn’t take my eyes off those damn doors.

Was she going to come in? Did I come off too strong or make her uncomfortable, yet again?

I have no idea why this is happening, why I’m acting like a 17 year old boy who’s on my first date, I don’t even know her!

But there’s something about her I can’t place ever since the first day I saw her in the crowd. She looked so… vulnerable. So innocent and kind. For the first time in a long time, I felt a connection between us. I felt it when my eyes reached hers, I felt it when she crashed into me and she apologized for her sassy remark, there was something.

Maybe I was being stupid, but I swear she is different. She didn’t fangirl or freak out when she saw me, she treated me like a regular human being. She looked at me as if we were the same, and I adored that.

I don’t know what was going on or what it was about her, but I felt the need to talk to her more. To see her again.

Did she feel it too?

After mustering up as much courage I could, the doors swung open and I stepped inside, instantly feeling Jensen's eyes on me. I smiled nervously and crossed the room until I was directly in front of him.

"Hey, so glad you decided to join us." He stated confidently.

I shrugged and bit back the kiddish smile that wanted to appear, "Yeah, thanks for inviting me."

The silence was deafening, every moment that passed only made the tension grow higher. Jensen quickly cleared his throat and turned towards Jared, who was staring like he was watching a very interesting episode of his favorite show.

"Sorry, Jared this is..." Jensen froze and turned back towards me, "You never actually told me your name."

I shook my head as I laughed and stepped closer, reaching my hand out, "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Y/N, i'm going to get us some shots, you drink?"

I nodded in response as I sat at the table, trying to ignore the way Jensen's eyes were heating up every inch of my body the more he stared. He sat beside me quickly, turning to face my direction. "So..."

"So..." I repeated quietly, causing his chest to boom with laughter, god his laugh was beautiful.

"So, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

I turned in confusion, "What?"

"At the panel." He stated, "I apologize if when I kept looking at you, it made you feel uneasy or uncomfortable."

I shook my head frantically as a laugh escaped my throat, "You didn't. I'm pretty sure any fan would die if the great Jensen Ackles couldn't keep his eyes off of her."

His laugh was stronger, more powerful and it send shivers down my spine. "Not you though."

I stared back and waited, noting the way his smile faltered slightly. "The great Jensen Ackles doesn't have that effect on you huh?"

My cheeks burned red and I turned away, shrugging my shoulders. "I never said it didn't.

Like a saviour, Jared returned and placed all the shots in front of us, indicating for all of us to take a shot.

"Jensen, your first for pool." He stated, before taking Jensen's spot on the bench beside me.

Jared turned towards me and smirked, "So..."

I nearly choked on my drink as laughter erupted, "Wow, you and Jensen really are brothers eh? That's exactly how he started our conversation."

Jared laugh in response and nodded, "Yeah we know practically everything about eachother, which is why I wanted to ask... What did you do or say to catch Jensen's eye so quickly?"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I looked towards Jensen, and than Jared. "What?"

He shrugged and moved closer, "He never invites fans to have drinks, even when they ask. So I'm curious how you got an in."

I could suddenly feel reality slam right back into me, he was right. Who was I? Why was I here. I know Jared probably didn't mean anything with his comments, but I could suddenly feel guilty and embarrassed that it might look like I forced my way in here and that's not what I wanted to do, at all.

I took my last shot and smiled at Jared, "I'm sorry to cut this short but I actually have to head back, big day at the convetion tomorrow, thank you for letting me join and it was so good to see you again Jensen, so good to meet you Jared."

Before the boys could say anything, I rushed as fast as I could out of the bar, my heart was pounding in my ears and I couldn't breathe.

Was Jared right? Did I force my way into his life somehow or was it genuine? I was an idiot for thinking he wanted me there, right? I didn't know what to think, but I knew I felt embarrassed and ashamed, and anxious to see him tomorrow.

Jensen's POV

As soon as the bar door shut, I felt my heart pang in my chest. I don't understand, I thought we were getting somewhere, was that a stupid idea? I knew it was risky inviting a fan to have a drink with me, but she's different, what went wrong?

My gaze moved to Jared and I stepped closer, swatting his shoulder. "What did you say to her?"

He held his hands up in defense as a shocked expression appeared, "I didn't say anything, I was joking with her."

I grit my teeth and stared, "What did you say?"

He sighed and pushed the hair from his face, "I just asked her what she said or did to get an in with you considering you never ask fans to grab a drink with them."

I could feel the anger bubbling, "Your an idiot. You realize you made it seem like she conned her way into here, like I'm not the one who invited her and wanted her here."

Jared's expression faded as he realized what I was talking about, finally. "Oh. Shit, yeah I can see that now. I'm sorry dude I didn't think of it that way."

I sighed and sat beside him, finishing the shots that were laid out in front of us. Jared's hand came down on my shoulder as he brought another shot to his lips. "Seriously man, I'm sorry."

I shrugged, "It's okay. It might have been a bad idea to invite her anyways."

"Why did you." he whispered, "Just curious."

A deep sigh escaped my throat as I thought of an answer I didn't have, "I really don't know. I saw her at the convention and I just... I don't know, felt something? It's stupid, I don't even know her."

"It's not stupid." Jared started, "You can't help who you connect with, maybe she is special. I mean, you have never once invited somebody out for drinks with us unless it was a coworker or you've been dating them for a while. Also, don't think I didn't notice the way you were staring at her."

I shrugged and turned towards him, "But I don't know her."

He smiled lightly, "I don't think that matters, your heart wants what it wants, there's a reason why you felt so connected to her, you just need to figure out why."

"But, isn't this just complicated and stupid? Messing with a fan?"

Jared laughed loudly, "First of all, don't call it messing. Second, I met her for about two miniutes but I can say she did not treat you like you were a famous actor, or me for that matter, and she didn't act like a fan. That's not all she is."

I nodded, "Yeah, your right. I actually felt... human around her. Like I wasn't a celebrity or a piece of meat, she just treated me like normal. But I don't know how she feels, I may have come on too strong and blown it."

Jared shook his head, "You'll get another chance if it's fate, just let the world decide what's best for you."

Let the world decide. Pshh. I didn't really believe in fate, but after these two interactions with you, I was starting to think maybe Jared had a point, maybe it was fate.

Maybe you were made for me.

Maybe.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Like, comment & reblog -feedback is my fuel ❤️

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Irrepressible Desire

[Dean Winchester x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Over the last couple of months, you found yourself struggling to contain the barrier between friendship and desire with your best friend. So far it was accomplishable, until a certain late night drive threatens to pulverize your restraint

WC: 2,796

Category: Lime/Steamy, Slight Angst.

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To have his hands glide down your waist as you reel into him further. Your fingers searching and gripping through his hair as he’s leaning down, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You longed for his steamy and moist breath to send shivers all around your collarbone. To feel his arms lift you up off the ground, gripping your thighs as he pivots and pins you against the nearest wall.

You begged to hear your name fall from his lips, to meet his pleading eyes for that brief moment. That pause in life where everything moves in slow motion, where it feels as if you’re the only two in the room — in the world. His green eyes, glowing a vibrant emerald in the moonlight, replicating the emotion that the both of you felt. All without a single word.

You dreamt for that day to come — for him to finally look at you different than what he saw. To share that first heart felt kiss. To have him look at you as if you were a dream.

Yet every day was the same.

He would flash his oblivious dazzling smile as you told him your daily ramble. It was mostly minor stuff that had happened on your way to work. Nonetheless, it was something — anything that gave you a reason to stop by in the afternoon.

At times, you’d find yourself daydreaming about him right there on the spot, listening to him babble about a new hunt he investigated. He’d talk about the odd encounters he had with Sammy while all you could think about was his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. His soft, tender lips meeting yours — molding in sync perfectly as pillows.

It was only on rare occasions where you’d find him irritated with life. His plaid pullover hung limply over his shoulders, despite being supported by such a strong base from all the hunts he’ve done. He had such a determined look on his face even with dark, sunken circles under his beautifully bloodshot eyes. The eyes that were flicking back and forth over his father’s journal of secrets. He sat there with his hands resting on his temple — making you wonder what he thought about, other than the hunts. It’s almost as if you could hear the nonstop clunking of gears turning in his head.

On those days, you were there solely as his friend. A buddy to listen, share, and ease the stress. And he carried loads of it.

You’ve always admired him for his determined attitude. He and his brother saved countless of lives, including yours on occasion. The compassion and loyalty he has for people was what made you fall in love with him to begin with. No matter what he seemed like on the outside.

You did avoid him at times, finding the days harder to withstand around him. A part of you felt as if he knew. The gleam in his omniscient eyes.

It pained you to keep up with the denial and the lie you’ve told him. What you’ve told yourself. It made you scream out into your pillow at night, begging your dream to come true. But, of course, it hasn’t.

It was late, about an hour after midnight. You hadn’t slept due to picturing him in your mind repeatedly as if his face were a bunch of snapshots. That made matters worse with the fact that he was beside you the entire time of you doing so.

You were in the passenger seat of his Impala — Baby as he calls it, staring out into the abyss of your mind. The faint but prominent midnight blue of the night sky stared back at you in awe. The moon glowed softly onto the darkened pavement, seeming as if the twinkling stars were encouraged as they dashed behind the tree tops. Then, suddenly, popping back to greet you once again.

The car itself stayed at a comfortable temperature allowing you to relax into the seat. If he weren’t clouding your thoughts, you might’ve drifted off — at least for an hour or two.

Sighing to yourself, you turned to the man in question, Dean.

His eyes were focused on the desolate road in front of him, humming softly to the music of your choosing.

When his eyes flickered over to you, noticing the pondered look, you had forgotten to breathe once again.

“Hey,“ he murmured, soft as a whisper. His voice alone was deep and full of drowsiness, yet it held an angelic tone to it. That alone sent shivers down your spine. “Something on your mind?”

Your imagination started back up again as you peek at him from the corner of your eye in guilt. You couldn’t help yourself but envision him as if you were the only two people in the world. He was the most enchanting man you’ve ever encountered in your life. The way his pink lips were slightly quirked up on one side. How his impressive biceps tense and relax with every gear shift he made. The way his alluring green eyes flickered back and forth from the road, then to you like he was waiting for a reaction of some sort.

Wait, had he asked you something? You couldn’t remember… It was like all of your coherent and reasonable thoughts were carelessly tossed out of the window.

All you could think about was you and him. Him touching you; kissing you. Your lips, your jaw, your neck… how badly you wanted him to pull and drag you to the back and show you what it’s like to open your heart indefinitely to one man. This man. Your man.

You heard him call out your name, slowly pulling you back to reality. With a blink you were back in the passenger seat. He was still driving, but his glances were more rapid now. More concerning.

Shit, what did he ask?!

“Uh, sweetheart?” With the nickname rolling off his tongue with unease, you could feel the tension rising in the car. “You, alright?”

“F-Fine.” You hesitated.

He noticed. “You sure? You’re looking at me like you’re ready to devour my brain, zombie girl.”

You mentally scolded yourself, looking down in guilt, as he turned back to the road with a chuckle. Fortunately for you, he seemed completely oblivious of the lustful yearning you had for him.

As excuses go, you were lousy. You weren’t as quick-witted as the boys, stumbling over words to find a simple lie to cover your tracks. It was one of the reasons why you still worked at the coffee shop, rather than helping out with the hunts. That and they physically didn’t allow you to.

“I’m just… hungry.” You finally answered, too embarrassed to look him the eye. “That’s all.”

“Want a burger? I’m sure Mickey D’s is still open.”

“No, it’s okay—“

“Seriously, sweetheart,” you could tell from his voice, he was smiling. “I don’t mind.”

“No, Dean—“

“We could pick up a number one for Sam too—“

“I don’t want a burger!“ You finally snapped, glaring at him in the driver’s seat. It took you a few seconds to realize what you’ve done, immediately shrinking in size once you had.

The sudden anger made him pull a full 180 to look at you in shock, causing the car to swerve. He frantically regained his posture, guiding the car back to his lane, before taking quick glances at you once again.

It fell in an unnerving silence between the two of you. The tension was so high, yet you could feel his body heat caressing your skin, as if to reassure you that he wasn’t upset. You felt yourself subconsciously inching towards him, unable to turn away.

After a minute or two, he grabbed hold of his steering wheel with his palm, spinning it lightly in his hand. He was supposed to make a left turn, as you were nearing the dingy motel, but instead he effortlessly parked off to the side. Once he straightened his wheels back out, he reached over and turned off the radio.

Now it really was just you and him.

You stared at him in bewilderment as he flipped on the courtesy light, allowing you to finally see his face properly.

His was slightly sweaty, mostly due to the humidity outside. His messy hair stuck to the side of his head, the tips dripping down from his temple to his neck. You imagined what it would feel like to run your fingers through that hair. To cling onto it as his hands rummaged against your waist, pulling you in.

Oddly enough, he wasn’t in any layers. Only the hiking boots, jeans, and the plain cotton tee that hung tightly around his shoulders, outlining his toned physique. If you squinted hard enough, you could see the faint outline of his abs poking through.

Then, of course, was the amulet that hung loosely on his neck. You remembered asking him the importance of it on the day you’ve met. He had walked into the coffee shop, ordering the most disgusting coffee on the menu, with it dangling on full display for everyone to see.

At first he lied, as you were just a barista, but he later informed you that it was a symbol of his bond to his brother, Sam. It was a present that he’d cherished since they were younger. Despite its sweet backstory, It truly was an odd-looking thing. A humanoid head with bull-like horns aiming upwards held together with a black cord.

From what he told you, he never takes it off.

“You’re not really hungry, are you?” He eventually asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between you two. He rested his arm against the back of the seat, slouching his leg over his knee to face you directly.

You slightly frowned at him, already giving him the answer without saying the word.

“Figures,” Dean sighed in response, rolling his head back in annoyance — making you go feral on the inside. “You’re a shitty liar, sweetheart.”

“Why do you call me sweetheart?”

The question rolled off your tongue before you could stop yourself. You felt his eyes linger on yours, the soft freckles on his nose staring daggers at you. Then the unexpected happened, he snorted.

He snorted like pig. “Really? Out of all the questions you could’ve asked, you pick that one?”

“I… I just—“

“Stop,” Dean reached out to grab your shoulders. You instantly melted into his touch, barely holding yourself back from collapsing into him. “Just, stop.”

His thumb caressed your bare shoulder as he stared deeply into your eyes. You felt yourself lean closer into his touch as his thumb became a palm, rising up to cup your jaw.

“Dean…?” You muttered softly into his ear, realizing you were only inches apart from one another. The smell of whiskey that was stained deeply into his shirt, blessed your nostrils, filling you up with euphoria. For the first time ever you felt the heat of his breath touch your cheek — sending shivers all throughout your body.

Was this really really happening? After all those nights of crying into your pillow, this moment didn’t feel real. You felt as if you were going to wake up back in the passenger seat with the motel sign outside the windshield.

But that didn’t happen. You didn’t wake up. You weren’t daydreaming again… it was real. It was all real. He lowered himself down to your lips, slightly lifting your chin to an angle, hovering his over yours for a moment. Just a moment, as if he was searching for some kind of assurance. An okay to go forward. Your eyes closed with ambition as he finally collided them together.

You took it slow, plucking intimately at his soft mouth — not knowing how to proceed. His lips rolled back slightly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Dean kissed you again, now cradling your head more securely, his other hand easing up your side. He drew back enough to turn your head, changing the angle. He did it slowly, your noses brushing. You blinked drowsily, mirroring him, parting your lips slightly in anticipation. You caught the unsteady shudder of his breath against your skin before your mouths met again. Your lips moved haltingly.

You followed Dean’s press and retreat, over and over.

Your fingers were still in the boy’s sweaty, soft hair when he had slicked your lower lip with his tongue. You shuddered, pressing nearer as he slid his tongue into the willing heat of your mouth, easing deep, sliding out wet. You found yourself panting softly as Dean kissed your mouth again, again, and again. Your lips kneading, inflamed, with the press of his tongue again. He didn’t make a sound, he wouldn’t allow himself a low rumble of pleasure, not while you parted your lips wantonly, not while your tongues met, slick, rolling lazily.

He eventually pulled you towards the drivers side, letting you straddle his lap as he gripped a handful of your hair gingerly. It allowed you what you wanted, sucking the wet twisting root of your tongue deep into his mouth. Then, and only then did he make a soft noise, a low sigh as you parted for quick air before intertwining together again, straining against each other, rubbing clothed skin, warm fabric under your flexing hands.

Dean touched your back, the curve of your spine, encouraging you closer. The slobbery kisses never calmed, getting rougher and rougher to the point where you had to pull apart for a breather.

For a moment you both sounded like dogs that ran a marathon. Panting and sweating in sync as your foreheads collide. Dean’s hands found their way to grip your waist to keep you safe and stable on top of him as he pulls away to look at you.

He murmurs your name underneath his breath, panting between words as he pulls a strand of hair out of your face. You stare at him enchantedly, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“God,” he huffs, “it’s a good thing I pulled over, huh?”

You smiled in response, quietly chortling, as your luxuriant eyes glossed over the man you’ve come to love. Your breaths mended in sync, both exasperated from the sudden jolt in energy.

“You remind me of my dog.”

His blunt statement had you give a double take, raising your eyebrows. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, his neutral eyes staring into yours. “A dog?”

“Yeah, my dog.” His tone made it sound as if it were obvious.

“My kissing reminds you of your dog?”

He rolled his eyes at your statement, raising his hands towards the center of your waist. “When my dad was learning how to become a hunter, we owned a dog for a while. Sammy was too young to remember, but her name was Sweetie. A golden retriever that we rescued as a pup.” His eyes glimmered at what you believed to be the memory of him and his dog. A smile formed, “Dad hated her, he hated everything, but I didn’t. She was the thing that made the first few years without my mom, not a living hell.”

“That’s… that’s beautiful, Dean, but why are you sharing this with me?”

“You asked me before why I called you sweetheart, that’s why. Her name was Sweetie, but I called her sweetheart as a nickname.”

“Dean—“

“Please, let me finish,” he cupped your face, forcing you to look into his pleasing eyes. “No matter how many times I deny it, you’re special to me. I’ve come to realized that. You’re it for me, hun, and you’ve always had been. I knew you felt the same for a long time — like I said, you’re a shit liar — but I was too scared to act, in fear of your safety.”

You raised an eyebrow, rubbing your thumb against his wrist. “My safety…?”

“Everyone who gets involved with me, gets hurt — one way or another. And I can’t seem to stop it no matter how hard I try. I’ve seen the way you’ve look at me, the way I look at you, so I constantly made an effort to stick you with someone else. Someone better than I am. But, that, obviously didn’t work.”

You knew this was it, all the pain of wishing you were good enough was over. Because the truth was, you were always good enough for him.

He sighed, taking his hand into yours. His swollen lips kissed the palm of your hand, allowing the slightest dent of his lips to curl upwards.

“It just made it harder to let you go.”

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 18

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Chapter Summary: New house, new memories, new life.

Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, anxieties, flashbacks, buuuut lots of sexxxy smut so enjoy! ;)

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Texas, here we come. 

I was nervous, anxious and scared to move, to finally take this step but ever since last night's events, I’ve never been more excited. We told the kids this morning and their reactions were better than we thought they where going to be. Katie was excited to have an “endless sleepover” and constant tea parties, and Kevin just seemed… happy. Genially happy. He even hugged his dad which was a shock. 

We all said goodbye to my family at the house. I didn’t really want a goodbye at the airport after last night, even though I’ve forgiven most of them. I just wanted to start this new chapter with my new family, just us. 

We arrived in Texas later that afternoon, dropped the kids off back at their mom's, and headed to our new home, together. I was excited and happy, Jensen seemed to be also, but there was something bothering him beneath the surface and I couldn’t figure out what it was. 

I gave him time and patience as we unloaded all our luggage from the car and brought it to our new bedroom. He was trying really hard to keep up the happy guy act, but his smile wasn’t as bright, his eyes looked worried and concerned like he was scared to say whatever he wanted to. 

After our clothes were put away, I crossed the room to where he was sitting on the bed. I sat in between his legs, facing him. My hand moved to his cheek and he grinned while he rested against it. “You doing okay?” I questioned lightly. 

He sighed and nodded before his gaze looked to the floor. “Sort of.”

“What’s going on?”

He stood slowly as his hands ran through his hair, “I don’t want to ruin today by complaining about my stuff honey, it’s okay I’m good.”

I shook my head and stood with him, grabbing his hand in mine. “You're not ruining anything, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and turned towards me, hands on my arms. “I just.. fuck it’s so stupid.” He paused to laugh at himself, “I thought I’d come home with you and the house would be fresh, but I can’t get it out of my head.”

I tilted my head in confusion before I realized what he meant. “The stuff that happened between you and Danneel?”

He nodded sadly. 

I hugged him tight and my heart broke for him. I could understand that, the triggers, flashbacks of events that occurred. I wouldn’t ever blame him. 

He lifted his head to face me and frowned, “I’m sorry. It’s not fair, this is your first day in our home and I’m ruining it with my own shit.”

I shook my head, “No, you're not. The last time you’ve really lived here was chaotic and hard on you, I get that.”

He sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, “I don’t understand. I’m over what happened, but for some reason ever since I’ve walked in here my chest is tight and I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.”

I nodded and sat beside him, holding his hand tightly in mine. “It’s a trigger. A flashback. You might have forgiven and moved on but it’s hard to forget the pain you’ve been through, especially when you return to the scene where the pain occurred in the first place.”

His hands moved to his hair as he ran his fingers through them, his breathing a little heavier than usual. I moved close, my hand against his back and my mouth by his ear. “Hey, you're okay Jensen, just take a deep breath.”

He nodded and took a shaky breath in before exhaling deep. He kept it up, holding the breath in and then slowly pushing out until I felt his shoulders relax a bit. 

I smiled when his head turned towards me, a weak grin spread across his face. “Thank you honey.”

Shaking my head, I kissed him gently. “Don’t need to thank me. I’m here.”

A few hours had passed and Jensen was in a better mood, we unpacked more stuff, it didn’t take long considering I didn’t have much but Jensen ordered new bed sheets, new blankets, basically anything that was shared with Daneel was replaced.

I didn’t mind either way. I mean, it was thoughtful and kind, but I knew it was mainly for himself. Starting fresh. That’s what we both needed. 

And that’s when a thought crossed my mind. A dirty, hot, and exciting thought. Maybe we needed to replace the memories here, give eachother a memory that we can hold onto forever. 

Jensen was in the kitchen putting away the dishes when I escaped to the bedroom, changing into the only piece of lingerie I owned, and internally thanking myself for buying it even when I thought I’d never use it. 

I never wore something like this before, there was never a chance and my body confidence wasn’t strong enough to show it off, but tonight I was determined to give Jensen an image he wouldn’t soon forget. 

I pulled on the black and pink laced bra and tightened it before sliding on the matching pink thong. The fishnets were next and I cursed at whoever created such a difficult piece of clothing for women.

When I was dressed, I looked in the mirror and blew out a breath. 

Even without the confidence, I knew Jensen was going to be blown away by my outfit choice. 

When I came back into the kitchen, Jensen's back was turned towards me and I smiled nervously. I cleared my throat and Jensen turned his head slightly but not enough to see me. 

“Doing good honey?” He questioned. 

I laughed lightly and leaned against the counter to give him a nice view if he would ever turn around. “Yeah I’m good. I’ll be better in a few minutes.”

He chuckled, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

This time I laughed loudly and shook my head. “Well, if you’d ever turn around you’d know.”

He tossed the towel down and finally turned before he froze, eyes locked in on my body, redness filling his face from the tip of his ears to his cheeks. 

His mouth dropped open slightly into an o shape, and he sucked in a breath. 

“Oh… wow. Holy shit Y/N, you look… Jesus.”

I smiled as my own cheeks burned red, coming around the counter to show it off. My fingers traced up and down his chest, eyes trailing with it. I smirked and leaned into his ear. “Wait till you see the back.”

He swallowed hard as I turned around, giving him a nice clear view of my ass that he loved so much. He groaned underneath his breath and I could feel him watching me, staring at every piece of skin he could see. “My god, you are just… gorgeous. I’m a lucky man.”

I giggled and turned back towards him, “Well, I was thinking maybe we both could be lucky. Maybe we could christen every room in this house, start our new life with some good memories.”

He nodded frantically and pulled me close, nails digging into my hips tightly. “I’m game.”

I smirked and moved to the counter, my back against him. “Well, I was thinking maybe here first… you could fuck me against our new kitchen island….”

He gasped and before I could say anything, his hands where on the globes off my ass, pulling me towards him. He leaned closer to my ear leaving goosebumps everywhere. “You want me to bend you over and fuck you right here?”

I bit my lip to stifle the moan and nodded, before his hand came to my hair, pulling me backwards until my back was flush against his chest. “Words honey.”

“Yes… yes I want you to fuck me right here.”

He stayed silent but the sound of his belt sliding out of the loops sent shivers down my spine. Jensen usually wasn’t dominating in bed, but it was certainly a nice change of events. 

His hand moved to the back of my neck as he pushed me down onto the counter, a gasp leaving my lips as the cold tile pressed against my exposed skin and my cheek. 

“Put your hands on the sides of the counter, and hold on.” He demanded.

I quickly did as he said, waiting in anticipation for him to give me what I so desperately needed, but he was taking his time. 

His fingers moved lower, tracing overtop of my panties causing me to squirm. He groaned in his throat and leaned closer to kiss my back. “Your already soaked, you really like this eh?”

I nodded and breathed deep, trying to hold back begging him to fuck me, but I was ready to. 

He chuckled lightly as his hands moved back to my hips. “Ready?”

I just started to nod my head when his cock slammed deep inside, causing my body to shoot forward. My hands gripped the counter tightly as a loud and needy moan escaped my lips. He panted against me, desperate to fill me as much as he possibly could.He was relentless and rough in such a good way, pounding me over and over again, hips slamming against mine, pushing and pressing against me so hard. 

It felt like he was punishing me, like he hated me and I loved it. I knew he loved me, I knew that he wasn’t taking anything out on me, but it just felt freeing to have him completely in control, demanding my body, taking what was his.

My hands were going white against the counter and every slam was starting to ache on my stomach to the point were it really hurt. I lifted my head dizzily, and turned the best I could towards him. “J-Jensen..”

He stilled his movements and leaned over, brushing the hair from my face, “Yeah? You alright?”

I nodded and rested my head back down, “Just… the counter hurts a bit.”

He slowly pulled out of me as his hand came to my arms, spinning me around gently. He smiled and bent lower, grabbing my thighs to lift me up. 

As gently as possible, he picked me up and brought me to the kitchen table before laying me down on my back. I sighed contently and nodded, “Much better.”

He smirked, his hand moving down to stroke his hard cock before he slid back inside me in one swift motion. I leaned my head back and whimpered as he filled me up to the point where I didn’t think he could reach any further, but every thrust, every movement felt like he was hitting spots I didn’t realize were there. 

He leaned over me, hands grabbing mine to hold them in place. “This is better anyways, I like seeing your gorgeous face as I fuck you.”

My eyes slammed shut as his words brought me closer to the edge, every word that rolled off his tongue pushed me further and further. “Oh god, oh fuck, yes Jensen, please more.”

His hands pulled down on my hips, forcing me closer and himself deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. He groaned loudly as he watched me fall apart, desperate to get me there.

“Oh fuck, your so fucking hot baby, so damn delicious.” He spoke hungrily.

I nodded and opened my eyes, my hand reaching for the back of his head to pull him lower. He smirked as his eyes glanced on my lips, kissing them deeply. 

I could feel the shockwaves crashing through my entire body, legs shaking with pleasure and hot white lights exploding before my eyes, I was there, and I just needed a push. He groaned as his forehead dropped against mine, “Oh fuck your so tight.”

“P-Please… Jensen…” I choked out.

He lifted his head as his hand came to my cheek, “What do you need?”

“S-So close…”

He nodded in understanding as he sat up gently, pulling my legs over his shoulders to get as deep as he could. His other hand moved to my clit, rubbing the nub so roughly that I thought I might explode right here. “I’m right behind you honey, cum for me.”

I closed my eyes tight as I felt the coil start to snap, my vision went dark and the entire world around me was spinning, rotating like I was about to fall off.

He let out a rather loud moan as he pumped a few more times, exploding right inside of me. 

When he stilled, the room was filled with breathy gasps for air and hot sticky arousal, filled with love and passion, exactly how I wanted it to be.

He gently pulled out of me and rushed to grab a towel before cleaning me up and fixing my clothes. I stayed where I was, unsure if I would even be able to walk after that. He leaned over me, bright lust blown eyes staring right back at me. He smiled lightly and kissed my cheek. “Are you okay?”

I nodded lazily and fluttered my eyes open, “Yeah, I’m good just… exhausted.”

He smirked and helped me to my feet, holding me tightly against him. 

“Well, why don’t we go take a nap, and than we can see how many other rooms we can christen if your up to it?”

I giggled playfully and nodded, “Yeah, I’m game.”

“Hey, that’s my line.”

I laughed loudly and shook my head, walking towards the bedroom to get some sleep, “It’s mine now.”

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