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5sospenguinqueen · 9 hours
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Lucifer: I've decided that I'm an atheist.
Y/N: Your dad is literally God.
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kaleldobrev · 2 months
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Taste
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester
Summary: Dean going down on you in the back of Baby
Word Count: 657
Warnings: Cursing (4x), Smut (Fingering & Oral — F Receiving)
Authors Note: Takes place during season one | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡
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The uncomfortableness of the backseat didn’t faze you, as having sex in this specific position was one you were accustomed to; even before picking up Sam from Stanford.
Late night make out sessions before quietly leaving the motel room to find solace in Baby had become routine for you and Dean, as neither one of you wanted to be the one responsible for waking up Sam; knowing that he would give an earful to both of you.
Your bare back slightly stuck to the leather as Dean started to trail kisses down your chest and abdomen, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. The sounds of your back lifting up from the leather caused Dean to stop what he was doing, slight concern crossing his face. “Want me to put the blanket or my jacket down?” He asked, his hands already going for the blanket on the floor.
“Please,” you replied; almost semi-peeling yourself up from the leather seat. You covered your chest with your arms, unsure of why you did so, as this wasn’t the first (nor would it be the last) time Dean had seen you naked.
Happy with the placement of the blanket, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before gently lying you back down onto the backseat — your back no longer sticking to the leather.
Dean went back to kissing your abdomen again, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your ass up a bit, just enough for him to remove your shorts — the look in his eyes was priceless when he realized you had nothing on underneath. “Expecting this were you?” He grinned, throwing your shorts onto the floor next to him.
Spreading your legs, you couldn’t help but grin. “Always,” you said, starting to run your fingertips up and down your thigh.
Without a second thought, he hooked your legs over his shoulders; his eyes level with your now exposed pussy. “Been wanting to do this all day,” he said, starting to kiss your inner thighs.
“Says the one who just gave me shit for going commando,” you grinned. You could feel his slightly stubbled smirk in your thighs, followed by him mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out.
His tongue made a long strip on your clit, and you let out a small moan at the contact. You too had been craving this all day. His tongue started slow, doing those intricate swirls he usually did so effortlessly with his tongue, that caused you to slightly squirm. His hand splayed on your stomach, trying to keep you from moving too much as he started to slowly fuck you with a combination of his fingers and tongue.
“Fuck,” you breathed out; feeling yourself starting to clench around him; a smirk returning on his lips. It didn’t take long for Dean to get you there, as he was a self proclaimed expert when it came to knowing exactly the right moves to get you to come not only quickly, but hard.
Your whole body shuddered, and your knees began to go weak. You were thankful for the support of his shoulders, as if you didn’t, you knew your whole body would have gone limp.
He continued to alternate between using his tongue and fingers as you rid out your orgasm; your pussy starting to get sensitive from the intense orgasm that your boyfriend had just provided you with.
Coming down from your high, he removed his fingers and tongue from you, and you slightly whined at the loss of him. "Always so fucking good," he said, sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.
As you propped yourself up on your semi-shakey elbows, he looked at you, slightly grinning, and you couldn't help but smirk in return. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"How it's my turn to taste you," you replied; a look of pure lust in his eyes.
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alexsoenomel · 1 year
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Temporary Bliss (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)
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Request:  Just the idea of gentle praise as he holds them, whispering softly. “Shh, shhh.. You can do this; you're doing so well, good (G/N) good (G/N).”
Summary: You and Dean get drunk after a successful hunt and end up spilling tea about what you like in the bedroom which leads to some naughty activities 
Pairing: Dean x Reader (FIRST PERSON)
Warnings:  smoking, cursing, fingering, sexy times 
Word count: 4k
Note: I put my own little twist on it and you will probably hate me for it oops!
Also Dean smokes and wears glasses in this!!!!!!!!!!
Request by  by @eclipses-dream THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE<3 Hope you like it!
@ambergoddess444 my support<3
Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  
After a successful hunt, Dean and I had one thing and one thing only in mind- to get drunk. It felt only natural for us to order a couple of glasses of whiskey and forget we almost died a few hours before. Dean felt the same. Sam on the other hand had other plans or better yet no plans at all. He simply wanted to get some sleep.
When we came back to Lebanon, Kansas, Dean dropped Sam off at the bunker and we were on our way to get intoxicated.
"How are we going to come home if you get drunk, Dean?" It hit me.
"Sweetheart, I function better drunk than sober." He smirked.
"Dean, that's not something to brag about." I told him, feeling a bit concerned.
When we got to the bar it was awfully quiet, then again not a lot of people like to drink on a random Wednesday night.
Crazy train by Ozzy was playing in the background, dimmed lights and light smell of alcohol and wood in my nose was what life was all about after a successful hunt. It was Dean's favorite bar and that was one of few things we agreed on. It was close to home and it felt like one too. It gave both of us a sense of belonging and a place where we could strip off our lies and just be drunks, not fake FBI agents, or freakin' plumbers.
"What is your poison for tonight?" I asked as we sat down right across from each other.
"Whiskey, it works faster.” He said and he was right.
We drank beers almost every single day anyways, and since all three of us chugged Dean’s prized possession The Macallan Sherry Oak Whisky that he STOLE (while we were hunting a ghost in a “rich people home” as he called it) we missed the sweet old taste of good quality alcohol and bad decisions.
Once we got our drinks we started to reminisce on old memories, good and bad ones. We dug deeper into our lives that night, searching for broken dreams and missed opportunities.
“What was your dream?”
“My dream?” I asked, trying to understand what he meant.
“I mean before all of this, before you started hunting.”
“Oh…” My lips formed a small O as I started to flip through the pages in my brain trying to find an answer. I was taken aback by his question.
Usually when we drank alone together we would joke around, tell random stories, make fun of Sam or just have drunk karaoke. For some odd reason he was in the mood to dwell on past lives.
“I wanted to be a writer.” I finally said. “Or a bookkeeper.”
“A nerd.” He said, giving me a half smile before he took a sip of his drink.
“Well, at least I don’t look like one.” I stuck my tongue out, obviously trying to pick on the fact that he had a brand new accessory on his head in order to see.
“Hey! It’s not my fault I can’t see properly.” He said feeling almost offended.
“With the amount of porn you watch on that small laptop, I think it definitely is.” I said with a proud grin on my face.
He almost choked on his drink before we both shared a laugh. "Good one, (Y/N)!”
“I know.” I winked.
“You can’t deny though, I look sexy wearing glasses.” There it was. The amount of times I have heard him say that makes me want to punch him in his groin. He knew how much it annoyed me when his words were driven by his obnoxious ego and yet he still did it.
I just rolled my eyes and chugged the last drops from the glass.
Soon after we ordered more.
And more.
And a little bit more.
Hours became seconds and we didn’t even notice when it was time to leave. The bartender had to notify us that they were closing.
We didn’t even know how much we drank but by the price on the bill and our inability to walk in a straight line, I’d say we got pretty smashed.
Once we were out of the bar, cold air hit my skin as I shivered. The alcohol in my veins was keeping me warm, but not warm enough. I put a hand in my leather jacket to get my pack of Marlboros and put one in between the mouth and lit up. Bad habits die hard and this one had been haunting me ever since I was 16. I inhaled the smoke, feeling my lungs taking every bit of smoke before I exhaled.
“That ain’t healthy, you know?”
“You smoke too, Dean.” I told him and gave him one cigarette. Watching him put it between his full lips and lighting it up felt almost as intoxicating as the whiskey he had been drinking. I just love the sight of a man lighting up his cigarette, tilting his head up slightly, putting his hand around it, not letting the wind put out the flame. I could really notice how sharp his jaw truly was.
I pulled myself back to reality when I noticed his gaze on me.
“Only after a good whiskey.” He justified himself.
“I hope you can still drive. I kinda don’t wanna die in a car accident.” I said before taking another inhale.
“Of course I can. You know that one time when we went on a hunt in Oklahoma?”
“The pack of wolves?”
“Exactly that one.” He said waiting for me to ask another question.
“Yes, and?”
“And, I got hammered in the car while you were sleeping in the backseat.” He confessed feeling proud. For a grown ass man who was five years older than me, he sure was immature sometimes.
“Again, that’s not something to brag about.” I said, tossing the bud on the ground since there weren’t any trash cans. Dean did the same after two more puffs.
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The ride was filled with silence; not even the music was on. I felt the pulsating sensation on both sides of my head, getting stronger as my throat was too dry to muster a sentence. I was thirsty and starving.
After 10 minutes, we were home and Sam was already dreaming sweet dreams. Poor man didn’t sleep for the past two days, he was exhausted. Myself and the older Winchester were a different breed. We could go without sleep for a very long time before our bodies would collapse. I struggled with insomnia all my life so I was pretty used to it.
I went to the kitchen and chugged two full glasses of water and got myself some chips that had been sitting in the cupboard for God knows how long.  
Dean followed me to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.
“Are you tired?” I asked as I shoved a handful of chips in my mouth.
“Nope.” He answered and kicked his shoes off. He was practically drowning in that glass of water.
“Let's hang out in my room. I’m tired of sitting in chairs.”
I kicked my shoes on the side of my room and went straight to the bathroom to wash my hands and face. My eyes were bloodshot, hair messy from the wind and overall I looked drunk. I put my hair up, did my skincare since I was fully aware I wasn’t capable of showering and brushed my teeth. I was still hungry but apart from the tasteless chips I just had, we had nothing to eat. I wasn’t living a glamorous and well organized life so an empty fridge was a normal occurrence.
I slipped into my pjs before I came out of the bathroom.  Dean was sitting in my reading chair, flipping through the pages of the book he found on it. He had a somewhat look of disgust on his face. Eyebrows pulled down, nose wrinkled, the poor guy probably found something he shouldn't have.
“(Y/N), are you seriously reading this?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked him as I climbed under the covers in my bed and sat up. The chair was right in front of me so I had a perfectly good view of him, trying to comprehend what he just read.
“The guy is literally fucking the girl with his gun…What the fuck?” He asked me as his widened eyes were still fixated on the page. It took him a few seconds before he looked at me again.
“You really had to open that chapter, my God!” I said covering my face halfway to my nose with my blanket. I felt a bit embarrassed having to explain what I liked to read. I don’t think he would understand the complexity of Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton. It unlocked, and kept unlocking a lot of kinks and fantasies I didn't even know I had. Through that book I realized just how shitty my sex life really was…well when I had one.
“Well that’s fucking sick!” Dean said and closed the book, putting it on the table next to him.
“It's a dark romance, what do you expect?”
“Well not, that.” He said and pointed at the book.
“Shhh, let me live. I like that shit.” I told him not knowing what kind of conversation topic I just unlocked.
Dean, still feeling the influence of alcohol, tilted his head slightly to the left pondering on what his ears just registered. Lips slightly parted, squinting eyes before he asked the question I didn’t want to hear.
“What kind of shit?”
I felt my cheeks burning, as my heart started working faster. “Shit in the bedroom.” I gave him a vague answer hoping he would stop there.
He didn’t.
He scoffed. “Be more specific.”
“Um…” I started, as I was thinking of the most appropriate answer I could give him. “Well, that submissive shit.” I finally said.
When his lips turned up into a smirk, I felt my pulse in my throat.
Dean and I never really acknowledged the fact that there was something in the air lingering between us. We would bicker and roast each other whenever we got the chance, sometimes we wanted to slap each other, the reason being we were so much alike character wise, but when it came to actually diving into what was going on…not a fucking chance.
Even Sam told me once he noticed us looking at each other like we wanted to devour each other but I just brushed it off. We were good friends, hell, he was my best friend, but I refused to say anything simply because I was terrified. I was terrified because we lived together, we worked together…we coexisted and if something or someone were to fuck it up, it would make my life an awkward little hell. Plus I didn’t want to be on my own; I would die out there without them.
I was a good hunter, but not good enough.
“Now we are getting somewhere.”
I was still pretty drunk, but sober enough to feel the sexual tension forming in the air. The headache wasn’t helping though and since he wasn’t letting this shit go I decided to suck it up.
“Okay, what do you want to know?” I said trying to sound as open as possible for this interrogation. Secretly, I was excited to share my dirty little mind with him.
“What do you mean by submissive?”
“I like control and being controlled. If I’m good, I want a reward and If I’m bad, I get punished.” I explained. “And I like controlling someone, it depends on my mood.”
I watched Dean as he licked his lips and felt myself rubbing my thighs underneath the covers. I couldn’t admit to myself how much I found him attractive. I kept telling myself over the years to let that shit go, but it was impossible. That man was too hot and intimidating for my own good. I would brush it off one day, touch myself while thinking of him the next. Torturous life I was living.
“Hmm, I mean I do like that.” He finally said, making me chuckle.
“Dean, I heard you tell Sam, you would like to get slapped by a girl wearing a Zorro mask during sex. I know you do.” Dean’s eyes widened as he practically melted into the chair. “I mean, same.” I added to make him feel a little less embarrassed. I don’t think it worked.  
“Hey it’s not my fault, it’s those movies!” He tried to justify himself.
“You wanted to open that box. I opened it!” I said. “Plus, it's not like I haven’t heard you before.”
Dean was stunned by my comment. “Wha- what do you mean?” He knew exactly what I meant.
“Motel walls are thin, dumbass.”
“Well fuck me!” He said as he took his glasses off to rub his eyes, before putting them back on again.
Five times in total. Five sleepless nights and five amazing orgasms. His meaningless night stands were a good insight of what he was like in the bedroom. Every girl was praised, rewarded and punished if needed. His sweet words and praises made me wetter than any men who got the chance to share a night with me. I had to cover my mouth during those nights, to stop myself from screaming his name while he was fucking another girl in the next room. One particular sentence had been carved in my mind and it made me horny just by thinking about it:
“You are such a good girl.”
GOOD.
GIRL.
I’ve never had anyone tell me this. Every man I’ve been with was as useless in the bedroom as a knitted condom, only caring about himself and his needs. Some of them even thought they found my clit, just like Christopher Columbus found a direct water route from Europe to Asia. They all THOUGHT, but no one actually did. My favorite thing ever.
I bit my lower lip, remembering those words before I quickly snapped back to reality. "Yeah, I couldn’t sleep during those nights. You were loud.”
“Did you like what you heard?” He asked me without hesitation.
“Um….” I tried to think of a quick lie to tell but failed miserably.
“Oh you did!” His eyes softened. I felt completely exposed when those words left his mouth. I didn’t know what to say so I just ignored it. "Thank God he didn't ask me if I touched myself…"
“So what do you like?”
“I told you…everything.” He suddenly stood up and sat on the edge of my bed. My nervousness was evident, I couldn’t look him in the eyes at all, I was looking in his direction but avoiding eye contact like the plague.
“But what is your thing?” I asked.
“My thing?”
“Yes, what do you like the most in the sack?” I was thrilled to hear his answer.
“I like to give pleasure. And I like that submissive shit.” He chuckled at that second sentence.
"Perfect answer."
“And you like being submissive?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“At times yeah. Whatever the girl wants…”
“Whatever the girl wants…” My sinful brain repeated as I felt myself getting wetter by the second. Was he feeling the same thing I was feeling? The tension, the overwhelming urge to fuck his brains out…He knew me like a back of his hand. Was I obvious? I wasn’t aware of my facial expression when he said those words. Frankly, I wasn’t aware of my words either because of alcohol.
“Since we are talking about sex, what was your best night of horizontal tango?” He asked me since I was silent.
“I don’t have one.” I confessed.
Dean’s eyebrows went up as he gave me a look of confusion. “Are you-?”
“No, dumbass I love sex. I’ve just dated shitty men.” I said cutting him off.
“Well that ain’t good.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re telling me you never had the big O?” I liked the sight of him forming his lips as he said the big “O”. His lips were so perfectly full, I wanted to bite them.
“No, I’m telling you a man has never made me cum. I always had to finish the damn job.” I said, sounding almost irritated.
The truth was,  I was irritated, but not because of his question, but because I was so damn horny. My legs were closed, trying so hard to not touch myself under the covers, I could feel it, the pulsating sensation of my clit desperately begging to be touched. My words weren't filtered through my brain at this point, even though I kept telling myself to not play with fire.
“Although, one man did. Without even touching me. ” I wanted to see his reaction.
“Who? God?” He asked in a sarcastic tone as I gave him an answer in the form of a bitch face, almost as good as Sammy’s.
“No, dumbass.”
“Then who?”
“YOU!” I finally said.
Dean was silent for a few seconds, making me swallow what little saliva I had in my mouth.
His eyes were staring at my naked soul and I refused to look at his. It was true what people said, a drunk man’s words were sober man’s thoughts. I had always wanted to tell him,I would imagine all kinds of scenarios, confessing my sins to him and now it finally happened.
A chuckle left his lips before he spoke.
“When?”
“When, what?”
“When did I help you?”
“The best one was back in South Dakota.” I confessed.
“You’re telling me I helped you multiple times?” He asked, trying to connect to dots but at the same time I could feel his stinking ego emerging, again.  
“Five times.” I said, expecting a proud “NICE” from him.
“Nice!” And I was right.
“But what’s so special about South Dakota?” He then asked.
I was hesitant to tell him, but then I remembered he was fully aware I enjoyed reading about a girl getting fucked by a gun. Having a praise kink was the least of my concerns.
“You called her a good girl.” I said falling under the covers from sheer embarrassment I was feeling. I covered myself with the blanket, only eyes peeking through looking at him, patiently waiting for his reaction.
His gaze was fixed on me, but this time I didn't recognize it. I couldn't describe it. It felt almost primal. He was biting his lower lip so much it started to look painful.
Without a word he got under the covers next to me. I felt myself getting more and more nervous. As I was about to move to give him space, he spread my legs and got on top of me. My body became completely frozen, our faces inches apart. I was forced to look at him in those beautiful green eyes, surrounded by the longest eyelashes I've ever seen.
"Do you want me to touch you this time?" He spoke in a soft tone. His voice was so deep and husky it sent my body into a different dimension. Waves of electricity went through me as those green emeralds sparkled above me.
I licked my lips before placing my thumb on his perfectly full lower lip.
"I do, but do you realize if we do this, things are going to be a lot different?" I was hesitant. It was evident he wanted this but I was hesitant to dive into this territory. I was hesitant to cross the damn line.
"Oh sweetheart, I do. I wanted to be different for a long damn time." He said and crashed his lips on mine.
It took me a second before I realized what was going on and kissed him back, pulling him closer by his shirt. The kiss was filled with lust, it felt like I was a teenager again. A mixture of alcohol and mint filled my mouth as I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him as close as possible.
“You are eager!” He told me between kisses.
He left kisses all over my jaw before moving his lips to my neck as he slowly started to grind against me. Even though he was in his jeans I could feel how hard he was and it was making me indeed eager.
"I want you!" I managed to say.
"Say that again!" He whispered into my ear as I felt his hand play with the hem of my pajamas before he shoved it further but not touching me.
A light sigh escaped my lips before I said. "I want you, Dean!"
As I repeated those words I could feel his two fingers on my clit making small circles as my whole body shivered in pleasure.
"Good girl!" He finally said the words I wanted to hear. His voice was impeccable, deep, husky…it made me realize he could indeed make me do anything. With that kind of voice and his perfect facial features he was unstoppable. 
We kissed and bit each other's lips as clothes started to come off one by one until we were bare with nothing but lust and need.
Hands roaming all over each other, feeling each other's scares, moaning into the kisses…I was in pure bliss.
He was pushing the right buttons; it was like he already knew every inch of my skin.
Suddenly, I felt his two fingers enter me. I whimpered as the sudden discomfort turned into sudden pleasure.
"Shhh you're doing so good, (Y/N)." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on my now sore lips. He established a slow pace making me want to arch my back but I couldn't since he was still on top of me. I just closed my eyes and let it consume me as his pace was growing faster.
I moaned his name over and over again gripping the bed sheets like my life depended on it. Eventually, the strongest orgasm completely took over my body as I came all over his fingers.
"Jesus!" I said, trying to catch my breath. I was panting like I just ran a damn marathon.
"Not Jesus, Dean!" He said in a cocky tone and he winked at me. I couldn't help but chuckle almost breathless at his cheeky little comment.
"Open your mouth!" He said resting the tip of his tongue on his front teeth.
I did what he told me as he showed his dripping fingers in my mouth. I sucked them dry feeling the sweetness of my juices.
"Good girl!" 
As I was coming down from my high, he kissed me again before I felt his tip on my entrance. I moaned into the kiss as he stretched my dripping cunt. My hands went in his hair, slightly pulling him away to look at me. He groaned in response and broke the kiss.
"Am I a good girl, Dean?" I whispered into his ear, feeling him finally moving inside of me. I was desperately eager to hear him praise me again.
"So good, (Y/N)!" He said, basically pouring gasoline on the already intense fire.
Once his pace became faster I could feel the pleasure slowly building up in the pit of my stomach. My hands were now on his back, nails digging into his skin, probably leaving marks. My breathing became erratic again, as I was slowly falling apart like a puzzle under the man I wanted for such a long time.
With every thrust a could feel it…. slowly emerging.
So.
Close.
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"It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what my heart meant
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes"
I opened my eyes, feeling my mouth drooling as I pressed snooze. I was in my room….my actual room in my shitty apartment. Dean nowhere in sight only the book Haunting Adelaine by H. D. Carlton, lying next to me, opened. I fell asleep while reading porn again.  
"Fucking hell!" I whispered under my breath as I took the pack of my slim cigarettes on my night stand and shoved one in my mouth. I lit it up and inhaled the smoke trying to remember the dream I had. Half of it had already evaporated from my brain.
I wasn't a hunter anymore and Dean still wasn't real.
I was, yet again, a struggling artist trying to survive in the wonderful melting pot that was New York City and it was time to get ready for work.
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You finally get to sleep in your own bed once again. Just to have a nightmare about the traumatizing hunt the night before. Seeking reassurance you decide to crawl into bed with Dean.
Warnings: none! just some nice fluff. Rating: anyone can read this! Word count : 345
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Nightmares weren't unusual for you, you actually had them very often doing this job. But, you never had one like this.
You woke up in a cold sweat, and you could feel and hear your heart pounding in your chest so hard you would think it would explode. You had a nightmare about the last hunt you had just a night before, Your first vampire hunt. You were so confident that you had it, but you underestimated how quick and strong the bloodsucker was, and you could still feel the vampire's grip on your shoulders, its breath on your neck. So, close to getting what it wants. Luckily, Dean was there just in time to kill it and get you out of there.
You were so close to death, and that scared you more than anything. How life your life could have taken in a instant.
Quietly, you got out of bed and went down the hallway. You walked down a few doors and made your way outside Dean's door. Knocked on his door gently, seeing if by a good chance he would still be awake at this hour. A minute passes with no response and you open his door just to hear light snores and Dean deep asleep in his bed, his arm holding the pillow. You didn't want to be alone back in your room, so you quietly walked toward his bed. Lifted his cover carefully so he wouldn't wake up and slowly laid beside him with your back to him. Already feeling at ease from the nightmare you just had, you closed your eyes inviting darkness to take you once more. Just to feel an arm wrap around your waist pulling you towards them.
"Did you have a nightmare?" You could feel your heart jump as Dean's gruff voice rang out, cutting the silence in the room. You turned in his arms and could see his eyes sleepily open and looking straight at you.
You nod your head, "Yeah, I just don't want to be alone right now." He let out a hum and pulled you closer to him. "I'm here now, and I will always protect you," He said before closing his eyes again and falling into deep sleep again.
You stayed where you were for a moment, watching the green-eyed hunter sleep. You could feel yourself smile while watching him sleep peacefully. You finally turn around, your back facing him. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, and you close your eyes. Thinking all about the good moments you had with Dean.
Let's just say, that sleep. Was the best in your life.
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i4butcher · 18 days
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A/N: tried not to use any gender-defining pronouns for the reader in this one but if I accidently left any in here, I apologise, force of habit yk
"Hey, Sam, come here for a second" Dean calls him and the youngest looks up from his laptop to his brother, who's standing a few feet away, leaning against the door after coming back from the kitchen, where he got a pack of beer for the three of you.
You, on the other hand, were focused in your books, reading lore about creatures purely to be more wise when it came to either finding out who or what was disturbing the peace or killing it as quick as possible so that the torment would be gone.
Sam reached for your wrist and gently held it for a moment so you'd look at him. You raise your eyes to his face, your beatiful orbs almost knocking the air out of his lungs. "I'll be back" He says gently and you give him a tiny smile, nodding in approval and going back to your task, fully concentrating into it to the point you didn't even feel Sam's hand letting go of your arm.
Sam glances at you one last time and slight smile graces his face before he got up from his chair, walking towards the oldest. Neither of you see it but Dean rolled his eyes at the interaction, making a disgusted face.
Once Sam got closer, Dean adjusted his position against the door, standing upright to seem taller and take on the 'older, wiser brother' role.
"Yeah, what's up?" Sam asks his brother and Dean lifts an eyebrow. He raises a hand and flattens it against his brother's back, hitting him lightly, guiding him to the kitchen again. Sam walks along, the sting on his back ignored as he's suddenly confused and, at the same time, worried.
"Hey, Y/N, we'll be right back, if you need anything, we're in the kitchen!" Dean yells at you, turning his head slightly over his shoulder so you'd hear him clearly. He hears your faint 'Okay' and continued guiding Sam, this time to sit at the kitchen table.
Sam sat down and stared at his brother — who looked out the kitchen door to guarantee you were still studying — and made a confused face.
Once Dean was sure they were alone, he turned to his brother, arms crossed.
"Dean, is everything—?"
"You gotta' stop this man" Dean interrupts and Sam frowns, even more confused. Dean rolls his eyes, again, this time visible to Sam.
"Stop...what?" Sam inquires.
"You know...That! Why don't you tell Y/N instead of staring like a creep as if you're under a love spell?" Dean lowers his voice so that you wouldn't listen.
Sam opened and closed his mouth, trying to find a way out of this. "I don't know what you're talking about"
Dean face drops and he looks almost angry at Sam's stupidity. He sits down in front of him, flattening his uper arms against the table and crossing his fingers from each hand.
"Y/N might be naíve but I'm not, Sam. Actually, I'm very aware. For months. The looks you give, the 'let me make you breakfast', the way you get so jealous when people stare at bars—" Sam opens his mouth to counter but Dean raises a finger — like he would do to a toddler — to silence him "—and don't say you don't do that because every time we go to bars or clubs you suddenly get in a mood when you see someone looking in a different way."
Sam stays silent. If even his brother knew than you probably did too, right? He sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.
"And what am I supposed to do, hm? I'm not going to ruin our friendship for a...crush or whatever. Y/N isn't even into me anyways, why bother?" Sam says matter-of-factly and Dean has the urge to punch some sense into his brother right then and there.
"Isn't even— How are you both so stupid?"
"Who's stupid?" You suddenly enter the room, a book in your hand — one of the ones you were studying. Sam swallows harshly, scared that you heard anything and silently glared at his brother.
"You are" Dean replied and you roll your eyes playfully at him. At the same time it wasn't a lie, you didn't know the whole truth.
"Haha, very funny Dean. Anyways, I need to steal Sam back for a moment, are you guys still busy?" You ask, looking between the siblings, your eyes lingering for a while longer on the youngest, noticing Sam staring daggers at his brother. Dean shrugs.
"He's all yours" He says and you thank him, nodding. Dean leaves the kitchen saying something about Baby and you approach Sam.
You lay your hand softly over his upper arm, your touch burning through his clothes and against his skin. He looks at you then, seeing that little worry line between your eyebrows. He loved that. He thought about kissing it — if he could — to smooth it away anytime you looked at him that way.
"Is everything okay?" You ask, your voice soothing. He almost melts right then and there.
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine...What did you need?" He reasures you and you relax. You remember what you were doing here in the first place before getting distracted and showed Sam something in the book that you didn't understand, asking him about it.
He started to explain it to you but you could barely pay attention to what he was explaining. You stared at his face, completely lost. The way his lips moved, the slight stubble from his beard already visible, and his finger dancing against the letters in the paper while he tried to make you understand were so...distracting.
You loved how passionate he was about books and lore. He was smart and you found that amusing. It was one of your favorite things about him.
Once he finished telling you about it he looked at your face to see you zoned out while you showed the faintest smile. He smiled too.
You woke up from your trance and, when you noticed he was done and you were just mindlessly staring at him, you felt your face heat up. You cleared your throat and looked down at the book again.
"Thank you" You said.
"No problem, anything else just ask" He replied, knowing you hadn't paid attention to a word he said.
You looked at him again and nodded. You got closer and gave him a kiss on his cheek and Sam heard alarms going off in his head.
"You're the best" you said, smiling, and walked back to the library, leaving Sam speechless in the kitchen, wide eyed.
One day you were gonna be the death of him.
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A/N: Yay, another drabble! Giving you guys this while I finish writing the p. 2 to Dream Of Me (which already has 4k words and I didn't even get to the good part 🤭). I love awkward idiots in love, my favorite troupe and I think it fits Sam well. Anyways, tell me what you think! 🫶
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my-proof-is-you · 25 days
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Now That We Don’t Talk - Part 1
Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.
Jensen x You
Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift
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You
You sat the last box down in your living room with a grunt. You’d been lugging boxes into your new apartment all day, and you were exhausted. You let your tired body fall back onto the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. 
You looked around the room filled with cardboard and the few pieces of furniture you had. You could feel the tears threatening to fill your eyes, and bit your lip to stop them. You pulled out your phone, tapping the name of the only person you could think to call at that moment. 
“Hi, baby, how are you doing?” your mom answered on the second ring.
You sighed. “I’ve been better,” you replied, rubbing a hand down your face.
“This really is for the best, you know?” she said, and you could almost picture the sympathetic look she’d have on her face. 
“Is it? Cause right now it feels just…horrible.”
“Yes, Y/N, it is. He changed, and you are not the only one who noticed.”
You sighed again. “Thanks, Momma. I better get unpacking. Love you.”
“Love you too, Bug. Pour yourself a glass of wine and just try to relax.”
You smiled as you hung up. Your mom truly was your best friend. You’d called her right after you broke up with Jensen and she’d talked you through it the best she could from nearly a thousand miles away. 
After you’d moved to Austin to be with Jensen, you saw your mom a lot less than you’d liked. It was tempting to move back home after the breakup, but you had a job that you really loved, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave it. 
You had friends nearby, too. The only problem was that Jensen was the one who introduced you to them, which made you feel a little uncomfortable. Gen had already reached out to you. She’d left a message wanting to get together to hang out. You hadn’t responded yet. You just weren’t sure if you could handle the inevitable conversation she’d want to have about the breakup.
You pulled out your corkscrew and a wine glass from your box labeled “kitchen” and opened the bottle of white wine you’d gotten on your quick grocery trip earlier in the day. As you took your first sip, you sat down again and let your mind wander to the beginnings of your relationship with Jensen. 
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Two Years Earlier - You
It had been by chance that you’d met the green-eyed actor at a coffee shop in your small town of Salida, Colorado. He’d been on his way home from a fan convention in Denver and had taken a wrong turn. He’d wanted to make the long drive alone to clear his head, and you’d learn later how stubborn he was about using the GPS on his phone. 
He’d come into the coffee shop you frequented to get some caffeine and directions. You’d recognized him, of course, since you were a fan of Supernatural. You’d always kept up with the show, but you weren’t a big enough fan to have gone to the convention. 
“Excuse me, miss,” you heard, looking up from your laptop in surprise. Though you’d noticed him enter the shop immediately, you’d never expected him to talk to you. 
“I’m on my way back to Texas, and I think I’m a little lost. I don’t have any service on my phone, but I’m using the Wi-Fi here to look at Google Maps.”
You nodded, listening to his explanation while still wondering why he was talking to you of all people. 
“Can you take a look and tell me if this is a good route back to I-25?” he asked, giving you a dazzling smile. You returned it, and took his phone. 
“Sure,” you said, looking at the route his phone was going to take him. It looked fine, which only added to your confusion at the question he was asking you. Surely the app could tell Jensen what the fastest or easiest route was.
“That is a good option,” you said, handing him his phone back. “And when you go through Trinidad, there’s a great little barbecue place off Main Street you should check out. Awesome pulled pork and even better cheese fries.”
He nodded, his eyes surprised. “Thanks—“ he paused, stretching out his hand in an invitation to shake yours.
“Y/N,” you responded, placing your hand in his calloused one.
“Y/N,” he repeated. “I’m Jensen.” 
“I know,” you said with a smirk. He let out a chuckle and stood there for another moment, as if deciding something. 
“Would it be weird if I asked to buy you a cup of coffee?” he asked finally.
“Hmm, I have coffee,” you replied, glancing at the paper cup in front of you. He seemed to deflate a little, and you quickly continued. “But I would love a scone.”
He smiled again, giving you a wink as he headed to the counter. After he bought your scone and his own coffee, he returned to your table where he asked if he could join you.
You made small talk for a little bit. You told him you liked his show; he asked you about your life in Salida; you joked easily with each other. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had gone by. 
“Well, I really should get going. I have a long drive ahead of me,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair. 
“Yeah, good idea,” you responded. You had really enjoyed your talk with him, even if it was just a random moment in your life and you never saw him again.
“Do you think I could see you again?” he asked, looking a little nervous. It was very cute, especially since he was a famous actor. 
“Might be a little tough, what with living a thousand miles apart,” you said with a smirk. You saw his shoulders sink a little. “How about I give you my number. If you ever want to talk, I’ll answer.”
“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “It’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get, sweetheart.” 
You smiled coyly and put your number in his phone. “It was great to meet you, Jensen. I hope we meet again.”
“Oh, I think we will, Y/N,” he said confidently. You shook your head with a smile as he backed away from the table and out the door.  I will never hear from him again, you thought as you watched him get into his car that was parked on the street. Little did you know, one day later he would prove you wrong.
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holylulusworld · 3 months
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On the road
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Summary: You and team free will are on the road.
Pairing: No real pairing – you can imagine if it’s Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, or Castiel x Reader
Warnings: banter, fun, language
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“Let’s play a game,” you clap your hands to encourage your team to join the fun. “Come on,” you kick the front seat, making Dean grunt. “Don’t be a spoilsport.”
“You kick that seat again and you walk the rest of the way,” Dean mutters. “I dare you to kick one part of my car again.”
“But I’m bored, and still pumped up from the fight, or rather the lack of it,” grunting you glance at Castiel. “That’s all your fault, buddy!”
“Hey, leave Cas alone. He saved your cocky ass in there,” the elder Winchester argues while you stick your tongue out at Castiel.
“Shut up, big meanie,” you grin at Dean in the rearview mirror. “Your job is to drive the car, focus on the road, and get us home safely.”
“What?” Dean hiccups. “Who made you the boss?”
“We all go a job in the car,” you point out. “You,” patting Dean’s shoulder you smirk, “are the driver. Sammy.” You grab Sam’s hair to tug at it. “Because you always call shotgun are the destined navigator for this trip.”
“Let me guess, sweetheart,” Dean throws an empty water bottle at you, “you are here for games and to annoy us.”
“No, you dummy,” you slap his shoulder again. “I’m the official food and drinks distributor.”
“Rather the person asking if we are there yet,” Sam laughs as you snarl his name and throw the empty water bottle at him.
“No, she’s the one napping and snoring in the backseat while I try to focus on driving.” Dean laughs as you kick his seat again. “Stop kicking the seat!”
You cross your arms over your chest and pout. No one wants to play a game and you a bored to hell and back. “You’re not funny.”
“What about me?” Castiel glances at you. “Everyone has a task. You didn’t give one to me.”
“Oh, yeah!” You gasp. The last thing you wanted was to make Castiel feel like an outsider, or that he’s not welcome to sit next to you in the backseat. “You’ve got your angel blade ready, so you are the bodyguard for this trip.”
“Bodyguard,” Castiel hums. “I’ll be watching over you then.” He nods and watches you put your jacket in his lap. “What are you doing?”
“You are my pillow. I will rest my head in your lap,” you rest your head in Castiel’s lap and get comfortable. “I’ll take that nap now. There will be no snacks for you two.” You point at Sam and Dean before closing your eyes.
“Well Cas, I guess you got the hard job this time,” Dean jokes.
“It’s an honor to protect Y/N,” the angel replies. “I’ll be watching over her sleep until we get to the bunker.”
“I guess we go another concurrent,” Sam whispers to his brother. He glances over his shoulder to watch you sleep.
“Not a chance,” Dean grunts. “Cas doesn’t stand a chance, just like you…”
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hunterscabin · 10 months
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Probably
“Think you can take me?” you taunted, excitedly shuffling around Dean as he unloaded the Impala.
“Probably.” he spouted sarcastically.
“Bring it.”
“Y/N,” he closed the trunk, leaning on it for support, “it’s been a long day. All I want right now is a hot shower and a piece of pie.”
“But I’ve gotta work off all this adrenaline from the hunt!”
“Maybe tomorrow.” he offered, patting your shoulder.  
“Oh.” you wallowed, feigning disappointment. “I see how it is.”
“Y/N/N…”
You could tell Dean felt badly by his tone of voice, and you leaned into his sympathy. After 3 years together, you knew exactly what buttons to push in order to get what you wanted.
“No, no. I get it. You’re just afraid of getting beat by a girl.”
Dean let out a submissive laugh and tossed his jacket to the ground before taking up a fighting stance. 
“Okay, let’s go!”
Dean had trained you well, and your sparring was always playful; you never held back, but he was unfailingly careful with you.
Fists clenched, shoulders squared, knees slightly bent. Dean’s right hook narrowly missed your left cheek. Chin tucked, elbows down, eyes on your opponent. He lunged again, stumbling forward as you ducked beneath his punch.
He laughed at your intense concentration, which only spurred you on.
In one swift movement, you crouched and swept your foot behind Dean’s legs, successfully knocking him to the ground.
Your triumph was short lived, though, as Dean pulled you down with him. You landed on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, rolling over and pinning you to the ground. You immediately went limp.
“Y/N/N?” Dean lightly shook your shoulders, his amusement turning to fear. “Y/N!”
When you didn’t respond, he leaned into you, hovering his ear over your mouth to check your breathing. Once he was close enough, you curled your legs, hooked your feet on his hips, and pushed him over.  
“Ah-ha!” you straddled him. “I win!”
“Dammit, Y/N! You scared the shit outta me.”
“That move works every time.”
You stood first, reaching out a hand to Dean.
“One of these days you’ll actually be dead, and I’m gonna think you’re faking.”
“Oh, please.” you rolled your eyes, dusting the dirt off his flannel. “You’ll always make sure I’m okay.”
Dean shook his head and smiled, knowing you were right.
“C’mon.” you grabbed his bag and slung it over your shoulder. “Let’s get you some pie.”
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fbfh · 6 months
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thinkin more about that au where zachariah yoinks you as bait for dean. thinkin about how after Dean watches you walk away and head to the kitchen, he risks getting up and looking around. he knows immediately that it was a mistake as he looks at the pictures on the walls, pictures of you two, your life together. vacations, birthday parties, your wedding, your honeymoon... Dean hugging you from behind while you pose next to your parents, you sitting on Dean's lap while he and Sam talk over beers in the summer evening, you in a flowing white dress looking up at Dean like he's the most important thing in the world. there's one that he can't stop staring at, it's you standing in the empty living room of your house, wearing a baggy pair of jeans and one of his shirts. your hair is messy, you look exhausted, and you have a cardboard box tucked under one arm and are holding up a house key triumphantly. Dean's not in the picture, but he knows from the way you're looking at the camera that he must have been the one to take it. his heart pounds loudly and he can feel it beating through his whole body. he's choked by this sense of longing, this wistful melancholy that makes the air thick and hard to breathe.
"Dean," your voice snaps him back to attention, "C'mere!"
as he enters the kitchen, you grab his hands, pulling him in to dance as Ramble On by Led Zeppelin plays. jus when he thought this couldn't get more unimaginably perfect, he's dancing with you in the kitchen to one of his favorite songs. he laughs in disbelief as you twirl in his arms, laughing along with him. you hum and mutter the lyrics, a little off key, but it makes it so much more endearing. he loses himself for those four and a half minutes, lost in the music, lost in you. if he could think straight or even think at all right now, he would really start to realize how royally screwed he is. of all the dirty tricks Zachariah has pulled, this one is the lowest blow because he can feel it starting to work.
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perplexedflower · 2 years
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SPN Drabbles - 12/14: Beers And Rock
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Fandom: Supernatural.
Category: F/M.
Relationship: Dean Winchester x Female Reader.
Type: Drabble.
Words: 550.
Chronology: Season 2.
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"I'm going to pretend those words never came out of your mouth."
"Aw, c'mon sweetheart." The man chuckled, visibly amused. "What's wrong with wanting to buy a pretty girl a beer?"
"God..." I sighed as I rolled my eyes.
I pressed one of my hands on my forehead before turning my head to him.
"You know what? Actually, I wouldn't mind you buying me a drink. That way I'll have something to smash on your head if you keep on being a jerk."
The man scoffed and, surprisingly, smiled. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds before smiling faintly and shaking my head slowly.
"Forget I said anything. For all I know, you might even be into that."
His face expressed sudden surprise, but I could tell by the glimpse in his eyes that my supposition was correct. I looked over my shoulder before turning back around to the freckles-riddled face sitting next to me.
"Anyway." I started while taking a sip from my drink. "Since you're taking the liberty of being personal with me, allow me to do the same: that buddy of yours, who's he?"
A few tables behind us sat a young man with shaggy brown hair, seemingly very busy working on some kinds of newspapers and sheets. I pointed at him with my thumb and the man sitting to my right looked in his direction, before turning back to me.
"How d'you know he's with me?" He asked, somewhat confused.
"Well, he looks like he's very focused on... whatever it is he's doing right now." I said, giving him quick glances over my shoulder. "But apparently, not focused enough not to help himself from looking up from his work and staring at us every two minutes or so."
Still looking at the man behind us, my green-eyed friend sitting beside me sighed, before giving him a look from afar.
"He's my brother." He said, turning back around. "His name is Sam. I'm Dean, by the way."
"Well, Dean, your brother seems like the type who likes to watch."
"No, it's not like that. He just-"
"He just doesn't understand how you can keep on hitting on so many girls all the time?" I finished his sentence with a raised eyebrow.
He gave his brother one last look before turning his back to him completely.
"Yeah, something like that."
Dean had just finished speaking when a familiar guitar solo suddenly resonated throughout the bar.
"Oh, hell yeah." He chuckled with a smile as he looked behind him at the jukebox.
I tried my best to control myself, not wanting Dean to know, but it was too strong for me to hold it in, and I began tapping my fingers on the counter to the beat of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long". When he turned back around, his smile widened even more the second he noticed I was into the song. He stared into my eyes with an electrifying feeling, before softly hitting my arm with his elbow.
"I think you and I might have more in common than I thought. Say, tell me a bit about yourself."
Still looking into his eyes, I smiled from one corner of my mouth.
"Buy me that beer you offered earlier, and you've got yourself a deal."
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apocalypseornaw · 14 days
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Dean
In Every Life
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5sospenguinqueen · 2 months
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Y/N: Whenever Dean is about to use the shower after me, I turn the temperature to scalding.
Sam: Why-why would you do that?
Y/N: To make him think I am capable of withstanding that pain. I take normal showers, but I want Dean to be a little scared of me.
Sam: (sighs) You’re both idiots.
Charlie: (in awe) That’s genius.
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kaleldobrev · 2 months
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Blush
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Pairing: Dean Winchester/F. Reader
Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester
Summary: For the first time in your life, you can say you’ve made Dean Winchester blush
Word Count: 389
Warnings: Cursing (1x), Mutual Pining (hinted), Pure Fluff & Embarrassed!Dean
Authors Note: Happy 45th birthday Dean Winchester ♡ | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡
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You sighed as you watched the coffee maker slowly pour out the dark brown liquid that you so desperately craved, despite it being two in the morning.
Like normal after a hunt, for the life of you, you couldn't sleep. You had tossed and turned for the better part of two hours before you finally said, "fuck it," and came into the kitchen; making yourself a cup of coffee because why not? You were already wired from the adrenaline anyway.
As the coffee started to finish pouring itself into the carafe, you reached up into the cabinet above and grabbed your favorite mug; grateful that Dean had washed it for you after using it.
Taking the carafe in hand, you slowly poured the liquid into your mug, slightly inhaling the scent as you did so; before you sat down on the small kitchen table against the wall.
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As you sipped your coffee, you heard footsteps coming from the other end of the hall — Dean — you could recognize the sounds of his footsteps from anywhere.
Walking into the kitchen, Dean smiled at you, and gestured to the mug that was currently still stationed in your hands. "Couldn't sleep either uh?" He asked, and you nodded in response.
"Always jealous that Sam can just conk out after a hunt," you said, as you started playing with the rim of your mug. "There's still some coffee left if you want any," you offered.
"Thanks," he nodded. At first, he wasn't going to take you up on your offer, but decided that he would, as his body was still full of adrenaline much like yourself. "Listen," he began, as he took the carafe and started pouring coffee into his mug. "If you ever find yourself unable to sleep, my door is always open."
A small smile formed on your lips at his offer. "Thanks. Might actually take you up on that sometime if you're being serious."
"Of course I'm serious," he said; his tone indicating that he was slightly offended by your comment. "We're...friends," the word friends coming off rather hesitant sounding.
"Just friends?" You teased, raising a brow. Dean's face went slightly flush then, almost embarrassed by your comment. You couldn't help but smile at the pinkness of his cheeks, finding it adorable that you had managed to make Dean Winchester blush.
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alexsoenomel · 1 year
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The Death of Peace of Mind (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)
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Request: Can I please ask for a Dean/Reader request. With mutual pining and jealousy on Deans part. I was thinking they could wind each other up cause of sexual frustration in the bunker and they are completely opposite in character. She’s bookish… more like Sam. Doesn’t realise she’s actually sexy. He thinks he wouldn’t be her type… too tough and rough. But that turns her on. Perhaps it all comes to a head one night and they fuck like dirty rabbits in semi public when they can’t keep their hand to themselves anymore! Thaaaank yooooou!
Summary: You had always had a thing for Dean and after few drinks you found out he also felt the same which leads to lots of naughty activities  
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of death, toxic relationship, murder, blood, fingerfucking, oral (female receiving), sexy times and lot’s of big O’s   
Word count: 6,123 (OOPS!)
SONG BEHIND THE TITLE HERE
Note: THIS ONE WAS SO FUN TO WRITE! THANK YOU @ suckitands33 for the request and FOR THE PATIENCE <3 Hope you enjoy! 
Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)
ALSO THANK YOU TO MY QUEEN @ambergoddess444​ FOR THE HELP AND FOR BEING WONDERFUL LIKE ALWAYS <3 LOVE YOU GIRL
Being a hunter wasn't easy, but at this point you fully embraced it. Sleep deprivation, constant stress, putting yourself in danger and almost getting yourself killed a couple of times later, you realized it wasn’t a glamorous life to live but rather an exciting one. And with that you fully tossed your dream of being a writer aside.
For you it all changed one Saturday night when you went out with your best friend. It was supposed to be a normal night at the bar, having a couple of drinks, sharing laughs and being in bed by 1am, but the universe had other plans, apparently. Once your friend got the hots for the new bartender and left you alone to talk to him, a very obnoxiously good looking man with green eyes approached you, asking about strange disappearances happening in your town. The badge said FBI with the name Dean Hetfield on it, so you felt better knowing someone was working on solving the gruesome mystery. Down the road you found out about Dean’s habit of always referencing something even when making fake documents and badges.
Five people missing in a span of five weeks, one person each week and all gone on the same day - Sunday. All of them would turn up 3 days later, dead from loss of blood, cuts all over their bodies.
The handsome guy asked you if you noticed anything strange about it since one of those five people was in fact your ex.
"How do you know he was my boyfriend?"
"He told me many good things about you." He said which you found out later to be a lie.
"Funny, can't say the same thing about him though." You scoffed, taking a sip of your beer.
"Ouch! Why's that?"
"A narcissistic asshole with a drinking problem. I thought you knew your friend."
It wasn't like you were mourning him. When you found out he was dead, it had already been six months since you'd broken up. It was more of a strange mixture of shock and relief? He was a useless member of society, drinking every day after work, not keeping his promises, being mentally abusive...whole package. Even hit you once when he came back from one of his drinking benders. You were lost in that relationship for a whole year before you finally decided enough was enough and left the bastard.
You told him what you knew, which was nothing the news hadn't reported it already, he thanked you, gave you his number just in case you noticed something and left. That night you got a guy's phone number without flirting for the first time in your life.
When Sunday came you realized your best friend never came back home. You left early that night, before midnight, just in case since you were too paranoid, but she stayed to flirt. You told her to come with you since Sunday was two hours away but she insisted she would go home by cab and not to worry about anything. You would call every couple of hours, her cell and landline, both automatically went to voicemail. When the clock hit 9pm, you knew it was time to call Dean. You explained to him she would never not text you or call you after going out, you were basically like sisters, always on the line, always knowing each other's steps during the day. You only had her.
Even today, after 5 years you still get shivers knowing what happened to her. A nasty spirit was haunting the town you lived in, just because some hooligans decided to mess with his resting place and piss him off. He was a serial killer from the 18th century, notorious for being a sadist. He liked to torture his victims, make them beg as he would let them bleed to death, cutting them all over their bodies with his butcher knife. People say he liked killing on Sundays because it was his favorite day of the week. For whatever reason he killed her the same day he took her, before Dean and his brother got to him. You were the one who found her lifeless body in the middle of a cornfield, covered in her own blood. The picture was engraved in your mind, even today you still had nightmares about it.
At the end Dean opened a brand new door for you and with that you decided to start writing a brand new chapter of your life. Losing an only family member made your life meaningless and filled with rage. Turns out Dean and his little brother Sam were not FBI agents, they were hunters and well, you wanted to join them. You dropped out of school and stepped into Dean’s 67 Chevy Impala... after a lot of convincing and arguing.
“Absolutely not!” Was the first thing that left Dean’s mouth but he eventually came around. He came around once you showed him you were familiar with guns and knew how to fight thanks to your dad. He would still protest when things got dangerous but you didn’t care.
Your dad taught you everything you knew, since he was a veteran and wanted to keep you safe (and your town was cursed with random murders and people missing every other month), before he tragically died in a car accident few years back, and since your mother died during childbirth you had no one besides your best friend from childhood who was now also gone. In conclusion,you had nothing to lose…apart from your sanity maybe.
*********
Five years later and you were living with the Winchesters in a bunker located in Lebanon, Kansas, spending your days chasing monsters and occasionally saving the world. Instead of reading fantasy books or romance novels when you were in the mood, you were nose deep into books about supernatural lore. You became an expert of some sort, and had an answer to almost everything. You would still find time to write and let your soul speak the words your mouth couldn’t. You never really shared that part of yourself and you didn’t plan to. Writing was your escape and that one page/pages on your laptop contained one thought you could never say it out loud - You wanted Dean, desperately.  
On your laptop there was a folder with a collection of short stories you have written over the years. Good and bad ones. You were driven by emotions and emotions only. When sad and lonely you would write love stories, when happy you were in a mood for a good murder mystery....when horny- smut....lots and lots of smut.
It was like your collection of diary pages but with a twist: you would pour your soul through the main character; the people you knew had different names; you had a different name,lots of alternative universes and realities; or basically just made up stories you desperately wanted to manifest.
You were currently writing a romance novel about a college girl (You), meeting a falling for a very rough on the edges kind of guy from her class (I was too obvious) who had a very big secret. You didn’t know what kind of secret yet, but the general premise was he had a secret which your character will have a hard time accepting.
Currently your character was in the process of finding out she had a crush.
“His voice is intoxicating.  Deep as the ocean, yet rough. Every time he speaks my mind goes to places it shouldn't....This crush is starting to crush me and my ability to not daydream about all the things I wish he would do to me.”
Your crush started one gloomy Monday morning when you woke up in the backseat of the Impala by the sound of Dean singing Final countdown by Europe, wanting to let you know you almost arrived at your destination for your FIRST EVER case. Sam just rolled his eyes telling him he sounded horrible while you sat up in silence trying to comprehend your existence since it was 6am. On that day you couldn’t erase the sound of his voice from your brain. Then you started noticing how green his eyes were... his long fingers, the way he carried himself....and you were lost.
“Every inch of me craves him. I want to touch him, taste him, kiss him... but I know it is impossible. I’m not his type.  I know I’m cute but being cute and being sexy are two totally different things. And I’m not sexy.”
Luck wasn’t on your side when it came to relationships. After your toxic relationship finally ended you didn’t even bother to look for someone else. You were too traumatized emotionally and accepted you would never experience true love. Meaningless sex wasn’t for you so you didn’t even bother to look for temporary bliss in the sack department. So for the next 5 years you would rub your thighs together whenever your mind would take you to unholy places with Dean in it. You would drift and drift until he or Sam would pull you back and tell you to focus on whatever you were doing at that moment.
“I would squirm in my seat whenever I felt his gaze on me. I felt like I was losing my mind. Part of me thought  it was just my imagination playing, it was too good, too sweet to be real. My mind is definitely  playing tricks on me.”
“(Y/N), are you...blushing?” Sam asked you with a confused look before he realized Dean came out of the bathroom with only a towel around his hips, telling you to be ready in 15 minutes. You had a day off that day and wanted to spend it as drunk as possible in a bar.
“Huh? No, I’m not!” You tried to defend yourself but Sam had already figured it out and that lip bite didn’t help your case.
“Yeah, you are.” He smiled. “Do you like Dean?”
“If I tell you yes, you have to promise me you will keep your mouth shut or else I will make you bald in your sleep.” You whispered feeling the adrenaline pumping through you making you nervous. You were fully aware Sam would find out eventually since he was the brother you never had, plus he was scarily good at reading people.
“Of course.” He put his hands in the air in defense. “You two are impossible though.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean talk to him. Trust me.” He assured you.
“Never.” You said firmly.
You could never muster the courage to talk to him about your silly little crush…or the urge to fuck his brains out. Plus you thought, if he liked you he would do something, instead of occasionally having meaningless night stands and avoiding you whenever you two were alone. You could never figure out what he was thinking, then again sometimes even Sam didn’t know.  
“Oh you will.” Sam just said and went to his room to get ready.
“I would see him after class, staring at me, and whenever I would look back, he would just disappear in the crowd full of students.”
******
Since it was summer and it was burning hot outside you decided to wear the only thing that made you not sweat like a pig-a yellow summer dress just above your knees. You weren't a big fan of humidity and high temperatures, so during summer you would usually wear shorts and dresses. If not going on hunts you avoided jeans like the plague.
When you went to the library you saw Dean looking at something on his phone. Ignoring him you went to the bookshelf trying to find that demonology book Sam told you about. You were always eager to learn new things about your lovely friends from hell. When he looked up, his eyes fixed on you as his jaw was clenched. He swallowed nervously before texting Sam to hurry the fuck up.
This wasn’t the first time he felt like running away in your presence. He got random boners just by looking at you more times he could count and was genuinely surprised neither Sam or you noticed.
“I know she is eager to meet me just as much as I want to meet her. Those eyes fixed on me everytime she thinks I don’t notice… she was truly irresistible.”
******
The bar was crowded but there were still some free tables. Immigrant song by Led Zeppelin was playing in the background but was muffled by the sound of voices all around you. Sam and Dean ordered beers while you settled for a glass of whiskey since you were still processing the words Sam told you. “Why did he say that? Impossible? Why? Does he know something I don't?”
“Starting off strong, (Y/N)” Dean told you as he sat in front of you. Sam followed him.
“I’m in the mood.” You answered as you took a sip feeling light burning in your throat as the alcohol went down smoothly. It wasn’t bad, but not the best you had. Dean “The whiskey connoisseur” Winchester had a far better one back home.
"In the mood for what (Y/N)?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his beer. You could see he was trying to hide a little smirk behind the bottle. "WHY DID HE SAY THAT?"
"In the mood for not being sober." You said giving him a bitch face.
“The way she was haunting my thoughts made me wonder if I was truly losing my mind. I didn’t think it was possible to become this obsessed with someone who doesn’t even know my name. She was like a fine bottle of Italian wine and I was ready to get drunk and forget my miserable existence.”
******
Couple of whiskeys and beers later you and Sam were as drunk as Ernest Hemingway on a random sunny morning. Dean only had one beer since he was the designated driver. Reminiscing on old memories felt nostalgic, sad even, but thinking that alcohol could help you ease your mind was a foolish mistake. The drink only made your thoughts stronger, more vivid, and Dean had no fucking idea.
“I wanted him to devour me with each kiss, make my knees weak and make everyone in my dorm hear my little death. I’m truly suffocating in my own desperation.”
"Sam, do you remember, after we killed that vampire in Sacramento we had a karaoke night?" You asked him trying to come back to reality.
"Yeah and you butchering ABBA?"
"You were singing with me, stupid! Waterflu instead of Waterloo?!" You laughed. He was Sam Waterflu Winchester in your contacts from that moment on.
Even Dean laughed at that one.
"Yeah, never doing that again." Sam said, looking for the waiter to order one more beer.
You would catch glimpses of the older Winchester as he put his perfectly full lips on the bottle, lifting it up slightly as the beer went down his throat. He was so effortlessly hot it was driving you insane. His voice was so husky it was impossible not to listen to him when he spoke.
"Or do you remember that time I interrupted your morning-after with a waitress in MY CAR, Sammy?"
Sam swallowed nervously and took the last sip of his beer. Your jaw dropped since you didn't know about this story.
"Sam, you cheeky bastard! I didn't know that."
"Yeah well...." He smiled awkwardly.
"Next time you pull crap like that in my car, I shave your head."
“I heard it the second time today, you two ARE NOT shaving my head. Thank you!”
It was amazing how little it took for you to get horny because of that man. He could be telling you about the weather and your mind would drift off, imagining the kisses he would give you, his hands all over you....making you moa-
"(Y/N), truth or dare?" Sam asked you slurring his words slightly. He was a bit drunk for sure.
"I swear I'm going to slap his Goddamn smirk off his face."
"Are you five, Sam?" You scoffed rolling your eyes.
"No, but it has been a while since we had a day off and what's better than getting drunk and getting to know each other a little bit better?"
"You've known me for 5 years now, Sam." You gave him a blank stare.
"And me for your whole life, dumbass." Dean added.
"Oh come on! (Y/N), truth or dare?" He insisted.
"Fine, truth."
"Tell me a secret!"
"It won't be a secret if I tell you." You said as you took a sip of your drink.
Dean's gaze was fixed on you. He liked the way your dress was wrapped around your breasts, slowing cleavage just a little bit. He found it incredibly sexy. It was impossible for him to look away and yet you haven’t noticed.
“She will be mine. The obsession was consuming me and I just couldn’t stop thinking about those perfect pink lips kissing mine, the sounds she would make because of me, being praised for being my good girl…Even now she is my good girl, not taking her eyes off me.”
"Well that’s a boooooring answer." Sam said with a frown on his face. The man could be such a child when he was drunk and yet you loved him dearly. He was your platonic soulmate, indeed the twin brother you never had.
"And how many beers did you have Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Too maaaaany." He simply said.
"He's going to be so hungover when he wakes up tomorrow." You stated. "Should we go?"
"Yeah okay we should go." Dean agreed. “Get up dumbass, we are going home.”
Dean wrapped his hand around Sammy's waist as they were walking slowly to the car. Sam was always a smart drinker, never letting himself get absolutely hammered (besides that one time when you butchered ABBA songs together). You kept thinking that this was very unusual of him, but still maybe he just wanted to let himself go for a bit. He was slurring words, talking gibberish to himself, stopping on his own feet, it was a sight to see. You were not better but somehow managed it to not trip and fall. You didn’t have that many drinks after all, plus you had to be careful around Dean. Alcohol makes a man lose the ability to think before speaking and you were no exception. You had to remind yourself to keep your pie hole shut.  
Dean put Sam in the backseat of the Impala. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together watching Dean help his little brother, trying not to think about all the ungodly things you would like that man to do to you.
"That dress looks good on you." Dean suddenly said as he closed the door of the car and turned around to face you. You couldn't see it but Sam already lied down and went to sleep.
Your heart started to pound faster as a result of his comment. "T-thank you." You said, biting your lower lip, looking through him. You could never bring yourself to look at him in the eyes, you found those green emeralds intimidating. Plus you were afraid he could tell you lusted for him.
The alcohol was really kicking in and you could feel it. Every molecule of your body was craving that man’s touch, body burning with lust and want. Alcohol intensified your horniness and every time you would get drunk in Dean’s presence you would either blush and excuse yourself to take care of yourself or you would just squirm in your seat until you felt like you could function again. Your mouth was faster than your drunken brain this time. “You look really good tonight.” You told him. Sober you could and would never say something like this to anyone, but drunk you on the other hand....you did some stupid shit while drunk.
Dean smirked as he got closer to you without saying a word. Your mind went  blank when he raised your chin up forcing you to look at him in the eyes as they flickered over your face. “You really think so?” He whispered.
“Aha.” Was all that came from your mouth before you got on your tiptoes and pulled him closer to you into a deep passionate kiss. It felt euphoric, intoxicating, every nerve of your body was on fire as you bit his lower lip tasting the sweetness of his lips. You wanted to devour him whole. When you broke away you couldn't help but smile, realizing what you did.
“You do look really good.” You said shyly, your gaze fixed on his pink lips.
“I can say the same thing about you...and in that dress...” He said and started playing with the fabric of your dress. “God, (Y/N) you have no idea what you do to me.” The confession took you aback. “Maybe that’s why he didn’t like being alone with me? ”  
You ignored the fact that you were in a semi-empty parking lot, you were eager to have him finally.
“If I drive you crazy in this dress, why don’t you take it off?”
He bit back a smile before slamming his lips on yours, kissing you hungerly. His hands went under your ass signaling you to jump. And you did. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he placed you on the hood of the Impala not breaking the kiss. His lips were soft, puffy and devine. There was a strange mixture of sweetness and alcohol on his lips, it tasted like he had eaten one of those chocolates filled with liquor.
"I wanna rip that dress off you." He whispered into your ear before his lips moved on your neck. Shivers ran all through your body as you grew impatient. Thank God Sam was in a coma not seeing his brother about to fuck you right on the hood of the damn car.
"Dean!" You moaned when you felt his fingers between your legs stroking your already wet core through your panties. Your legs automatically squeezed his waist a little tighter as you pulled him closer as if that was even possible.
"Sweetheart, if you continue being like this I'm going to cum in my pants." He said giving you a pack on your lips.
"Being like what?" You smiled resting your forehead against him.
"Irresistible."
That comment made your face light up, especially since you didn't see yourself like he saw you. You didn't consider yourself irresistible nor sexy. It made your confidence skyrocket.
You noticed in the background, some people were coming out of the bar, so immediately the thought of Dean fucking you on the hood of his beloved Baby fell out of the window. It would have been a memorable experience though.
"Let's go somewhere quiet." You said placing your hands on his jawline. Like Lady Gaga once said he had a jawline for days and your hands perfectly cupped his face.
"Home?" He asked.
"No, I cannot wait." You said jumping down from the car and took his hand. You knew just the spot.
His perfect lips made a small "O" when he realized. "Oh!" You were taking him behind the bar. "An exhibitionist, nice!"
Once you were out of sight you pulled Dean closer and bit his lower lip a little harder than before, making him hiss.
"Not really. I just never did it in a semi-public place."
"Not even in the car?" He asked with a confused look.
"All of my ex's drove shitty small cars." You said. You pulled him by his belt buckle as you stared at him admiring his face features, with a soft smile on your face.
"What?" He smiled back.
"This is why you avoided me all this time?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Didn't think you would want the same thing." He explained.
"I didn't think I was your type." You confessed.
"You kiddin'? A hot geek girl who can kick ass. You are definitely my type."
And with that you kissed him again, letting him know you were tired of talking. He deepened the kiss immediately, earning a moan from you. Your hands were under his flannel, desperately roaming all over his stomach. That man had abs.  He pushed you against the wall of the bar before his fingers found your wet spot yet again. Your panties were soaked.
You felt like a teenager again, it took you back to that one and only time in high school when you made out with your first boyfriend. That relationship was short lived, he cheated the week after.
It has been so long since you let anyone touch you like that.
“You know this ain’t going to be comfortable.” Dean whispered as he started slowly circling your clit with his index finger. You swallowed your moan as you started breathing erratically, gripping on the collar of his flannel.
“We can finish the job in the bunker later.” You smirked leaving a trail of kisses from his jawline down to his neck.
“So, no sleep tonight?”
“Not a chance.” You assured him.
“Awesome.” He smirked and lifted your right leg up, letting you know to put it around his waist. You did while his hand was holding it while his body kept you from falling on the ground.
Without warning he put his index and middle finger in your mouth letting you suck on them. His face said it all, lips slightly parted tip of his tongue between his teeth, eyes filled with lust, with a light glow in them...he wanted this just as much as you. His now wet fingers went under your dress. You could feel him moving the panties on the side before he entered you slowly. A gasp left your lips as he slowly started to move his fingers establishing the pace. He kissed you to stop you from being too loud since what you were doing was exciting but not good if you got caught.  
You could feel your legs trembling, heart racing as an immense wave of pleasure took over your body. His pace became faster and you were slowly falling apart.
“Fuck! Dean!” You cried out.
“Shhhhh (Y/N)! Be a good girl and don't get us arrested, huh?” He whispered, covering your mouth with his other hand. Your leg was barely holding onto his hip before it fell to the ground. You nodded in response, knowing damn well you couldn't hold it back.
You have never experienced anything like this. The thought of you getting caught was exciting and scary at the same time. It was like going on a hunt but a lot more pleasurable. Your heart was racing, skin covered in sweat, adrenaline pumping through your veins…You were a mess and you loved every second of it.
Gripping the fabric of his flannel on his back you came all over his fingers while his other hand was muffling the sound of your moans that were by now very intense and loud. Even the sound of you moaning his beautiful name was a turn on for you, just as much as it was for him.
He pulled out as you immediately took his hand and licked the fingers clean,not breaking eye contact just to provoke him a little bit. The taste was sweet in your mouth. Dean also wanted to taste you so he kissed you, showing his tongue inside your mouth.
When he pulled away he licked his lips clean and whispered: “Sweet!” under his breath.
“Your turn!” You said unbuckling his belt.
He stopped you right away and looked at the back door of the bar.
“What?”
“I think someone is coming!”
“Seriously?!” You sighed.
“Yep, let's go!”
You adjusted your panties and fixed your hair, pretending like you haven't just been fingerfucked by the older Winchester. As you were walking towards the car you turned around to see if anyone came out. It was a fucking busboy taking out the trash.
Sam was still sleeping peacefully in the car, thank God. Dean started the engine and you were now on your way home to do everything but sleep still high from the adrenaline.  
Dean was silent throughout the whole drive, his eyes fixed on the road, one hand on the wheel while the other was on your thigh, stroking your already shivering skin making you horny yet again. You didn’t protest since you had already fallen for his touch.
It wasn't long before his hand went under your dress, searching for his favorite spot to touch.
“Dean?” You whispered, already squirming in your seat. He was torturing you.
“Shhhh, you don’t want to wake him up, do you?”
“No.” You said feeling a bit nervous about what he would do next.
“Then be quiet!”
He was playing with the hem of your soaked panties, stroking your lips before he found your throbbing clit with his index finger. Your breaths became heavier, as you gripped  the edges of your leather seat. When he started moving his index finger in a small circular motion you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip hard, swallowing a moan, not wanting to make a sound.
“Good girl!” He whispered. “Almost there.”
Thank God the drive was short and you didn’t cum. Who knew he was such a tease. When he pulled away you, unbuckled your seatbelt and pulled him for a kiss.
“That was mean.” You said.
“Like I said sweetheart, that dress does things to me.” He smiled, licking the finger that was on your clit moments before.
“What are we going to do with Sam?” You asked as you both stepped out of the car.
“Leave him, he will be fine in the car. Plus, I don’t want him to hear you scream.” He gave you a wink.
“Well, okay then…” Was your only answer. He knew what words to pick to make you melt, tease or just provoke you…you were impressed.
As soon as you entered the bunker clothes started flying around. You could finally touch each other without holding back, and since Sam was sleeping in the car, you could moan and scream as much as your little heart desired. Time stopped for both of you once you reached your bedroom. By this point you were still wearing your dress and he was only in his boxers.
“Dean!” You said between kisses as you knocked your shoes off. "Take off my dress!”
“Not yet.” He said and lifted you up bridal style. Few seconds later you were on the bed with Dean on top of you placing light kisses on your neck making you shiver. He kissed your cleavage before disappearing under your dress. You could feel his lips on your inner thighs while your body slowly started to arch as he got closer to your panties.
“Dean!” You whined. “Please!”  
He moved the panties to the side before placing his warm tongue on your dripping cunt. He found the clit right away before putting two fingers inside of you.
“Oh my God!” You moaned. “Yes right there!” Gripping the sheets you fixated your whole body and soul on the pleasure Dean was giving you. It was intense. Your view was only the blank ceiling, since he was covered with the fabric of your dress. You closed your eyes once you felt an orgasm approaching. 
“More fingers!” You managed to say. “Please!”
He obeyed and  put another finger in, as you felt your whole body absorbing the new, more intense wave of pleasure. You could feel it coming again. You were close.
 “Fuck, right there!” Your back was fully arched as you were consumed by the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced. Your body was stiff for a few seconds before it fully relaxed.
“Fuck!” You said panting. Your heartbeat was in your throat while you were breathing erratically. 
Dean came back up, chin shining from your juices. “You are delicious!”  
You kissed him as your hand went down his boxers, feeling how hard he really was…and big.
“My fucking turn!” You said letting him lie down.
You quickly took off your dress as Dean became mesmerized with his new view. As much as you found his little fixation on your dress cute you were burning hot. When your bra and panties hit the floor Dean’s whole face lit up. He was engraving the naked picture of you in his brain.
“Wow!”
In seconds it was like he flipped the switch, came to his senses and flipped you over.
“DEAN!” You protested. 
“Not about me!” He said and took off his boxers.
You didn’t even manage to catch a glimpse of him as he immediately positioned himself between your legs and entered you, but from the feeling you knew he was big. A quiet whine left your lips as you adjusted to his size.
“Are you okay?” Dean asked and kissed your cheek.
“Yeah.” You said before your lips found his neck again, leaving kisses and bites, making him shiver.
He moved slowly first, making sure you are comfortable and enjoying every second of it. You were holding onto his back, biting on his shoulder while his grunts filled your right ear. He was intoxicating.
When his pace became faster and faster you started to feel it again in the lower part of your stomach. The urge to scream his name over and over again became stronger, while his grunts turned into moans. Every time his lips would release the sound of your name in the air, you were one step closer to falling apart.
“Dean I…” He was hitting just the right spot and you were struggling to make a coherent sentence between moans. “I want…”
“What do you want?” He asked you in a low whisper.
“I…Fuck!” You screamed, feeling the pleasure slowly taking over your body.
“Look at me sweetheart.” He said making you snap out of it for a second.His eyes were staring right back. “Good. Now use your words”
“I want you to cum in me Dean! Please!” You finally said. “I want it please.”
Dean didn’t look surprised at all. He just gave you a smirk as his pace became faster and more intense. The room was filled with musky odor mixed with sex and moans as you came undone under the man you desperately wanted to have for so many years.
Your skin was on fire as your walls clenched around him. Your body became stiff and you were feeling the pleasure with every atom of your being.
“DEAN!” Your scream made him fall apart as you felt his warm liquid . His eyes were shut as he gripped the bedsheet. The sensation of his orgasm and you digging your nails in his back was a fatal mix for him as he collapsed right next to you.
“Holy shit!” You said trying to catch your breath.
“Yeah!” Dean said with a grin on his face.”This was awesome!”
“I didn’t think I had it in me!”
“What?”
“I was loud.” You said rolling on your side and rested your head on his shoulder. Even after sex he smelled good. Like an odd mixture of leather, alcohol and gunpowder but only mixed with something you couldn’t describe. It was something sweet, something that made him Dean.
“Yeah you were.” He said, sounding proud. “Do you want to be even louder?” He asked you trying to sound seductive but only making you laugh.
“I would love that.”
“Sooooo, shower sex?”
“Shower sex.” You agreed.
That night you didn’t sleep much. At around 6am you were awoken by the sound of your phone ringing, it was Sam letting you know he was awake and locked outside in the car.
“(Y/N), why am I locked in the car? What happened?”
“You got drunk and passed out.” You whispered as you heard light snoring next to you. Dean was sleeping peacefully, not moving an inch.
“Why are you whispering? Where’s Dean?” You asked before it hit him. “Oh! So you did talk.”
“Yeah Sam, all night long!” You said knowing it will make him cringe.
“Gross! Can you please just get me out of this damn car? My back hurts.”
“I’m coming, Waterflu.” You said and hung up.
“I was completely losing myself in my own sinful thoughts before I finally snapped. He was teasing me with stares, scanning every inch of me…I finally overcame my own damn mind that day.
“Hi!” I managed to say, my gaze fixed on his beautiful face.
“Hi!” He said it right back with an obvious smirk on his face.”
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Perfect (S.W.)
Sam Winchester x Plus sized F! Reader
Request: maybe some s1/2 sam? it’s the reader's first time, and sam js is really sweet to her, focusing on her pleasure, guiding her through everything, and noticing how she reacts to his touches and teasing her, just like body worship lol. nicknames, Sam being lowkey an oral god🤭 lol. maybe the reader is just a little bit shy because she is more chubby? idk if this makes sense but yeah!! I hope you can do this, have a lovely day <3 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Rating: Mature (minors DNI)
Warning: Some violence, p n v, unprotected (Wrap it before you tap it!), Sam Is an oral god 🤧, talk of insecurities, loss of virginity.
Gif, not mine*
A/N I am accepting requests and making a supernatural tag list!
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The lock behind you clicking locked sounded like music to your ears. Working straight after class from 4-12 was exhausting, to say the least, at a bar nonetheless. Annoying college frat boys, creepy old men, prostitutes (get the bag sis), you get it though life is hard.
“Only two more months then Im out of here…” You whispered under your breath. You were right though, only two more months at Standford and you were off to do big things in the world.
The walk back to your small apartment outside of campus was cold and damp. You could feel how moist the air was and the cold breeze hit your face and your legs, yet you loved this weather. Not too hot nor too cold just a bit chilly. The trees around you had orange leaves and every house you pass had pumpkins outside carved with scary or funny faces. Halloween was just around the corner. You were ready for it.
For the first time in two years, you were ready for this Halloween. After everything that happened.
Jess.
You couldn’t believe what happened when you found out that Jessica, one of your closest friends from elementary school was killed in a freak fire accident and her boyfriend Sam found her.
You, Sam, and Jess were inseparable at Stanford. Even days before her death you guys were at a bar celebrating Halloween. Well, jess was. You and Sam were wearing the most boring casual clothes ever. You both didn’t like the attention.
The Party scene, the crazy frat boys, insane sorority girls. Wasn’t your thing. It wasn’t his. But it was all for Jess. Which made the arrangement work.
You lost contact with Sam shortly after Jess’s death. Which stung. Thinking he was one of your best friends and you lost your other to the crazy fire. Yet, life goes on.
The door to your apartment was dull, no sign on the door. No welcome mat. Nothing that indicated a human living there. Thats how you liked it.
You opened the door to find it pitch black in the room before you.
Thats odd. Did I turn the lights off? I swear I don't remember turning them off before I left.
Your mind was racing with questions, you reached towards the left, using the dim hallway lighting to shine just enough for you to see your light switch. You flick it and your apartment shines.
Your apartment was dull. School textbooks on the counter, your backpack on the chair. Your small tv looked dusty in the living room from the lack of use, and the sad couches that hardly were sat on.
You were never home hardly, from working shifts at the bar and school. The only downtime you had was in your bedroom in the comfort of your bed with the latest Stephen King book at your disposal.
You hang your jacket on the hanger and throw your keys on the counter. You sigh loudly, your body was ready for that date to the bed.
A bang in your room made you break your train of thought. You turn your head towards your room and grab a kitchen knife. Slowly making your way towards your room, your heartbeat was picking up slowly.
Your door was open like it was before, but you could feel that something was off. You flicked the light on and nothing was there. But, you discovered that your window was wide open and your books from your end table were on the floor.
You walk towards the window and slide it shut and look out. Nothing seemed to be different yet...something felt off.
You took another breath before you felt arms lock your upper half. You scream and thrash to no avail.
"Please don't be scared...I'm just very hungry. You will come back...don't worry." The voice belonged to a man, you know. You thrashed again and looked up to see yourself looking back. Your mirror showed the man behind you.
He was a kid...maybe only 19? Looked like a freshman in college in his Standford Sweatshirt. But, his teeth were sharp. You kicked the wall and to your surprise, you broke his hold on you as you both fell to the ground.
This was your chance.
You collected yourself quickly running through the door and into the living room grabbing the closest thing to you for cover. Which in this case was a light fixture.
The boy walked through the door, his breaths were heavy. "Look I didn't want to hurt you. "
"Well, I really wanna hurt you."
Sam? That voice couldn't have been him.
A bang of a shotgun went off from your right, you looked to your side to not only see Sam but another guy with him with the shotgun. The man beside Sam seemed to notice you staring at him. His green eyes piercing into yours.
“Get behind me!” He yelled.
You didn’t have to think twice, you ran behind him and Sam while they took care of the deranged man.
“Close your eyes y/n.” Sam finally spoke to you, a machete in his hand. The man beside him was above the man that was kneeling down in pain with a shotgun pointed at his head. You looked back up at Sam, and his face was still just as handsome as it always was.
“Please.”
You finally closed your eyes. Hearing Sam’s footsteps move in front of you. I could hear the deranged man grunting, “Damn you Winchesters. One of these days. We will Kill you.”
“Well, good thing today isn’t the day then.” You could hear Sam’s voice and then a grunt following with a thud.
“Y/n keep your eyes closed. I don’t want you seeing this.”
You kept your eyes closed, tempted to open them. Just to see Sam. He is finally back… after everything that happened. He’s back.
Maybe this is just a dream?
What felt like hours of your eyes being closed was mere minutes as you heard grunting and a door close soon after.
“You can open your eyes now.”
You slowly opened your eyes, your eyes stung from the bright lights, your vision blurry. You reached your hand up and rubbed your eye one by one. The room was still lit with your lamps on the sides of the couch, but you could see the traces of dark red blood on the floor. You could see they were smeared like they were trying to clean it.
“You…. Killed that boy?” You looked up at Sam, the person you hung out with the most, missed the most after everything that has happened.
“He.. wasn’t a human. He was a vampire and he was gonna turn you Y/n.” Sam’s voice was so quiet, like he was afraid you would be scared of him. But, you knew Sam. He would never lie about this.
“This can’t be real…” You looked around and walked towards the couch. Sam following behind. Sitting beside you.
“It is…everything in the supernatural is. My family has hunted them for years…after my mother died from the yellowed eyed demon. Like Jess.” Sam’s voice cracked of mentioning Jess. You slide you hand in his and squeezed.
“A demon killed her?” You didn’t want to believe it, but it explains how weird her death was.
Sam took a breathe and looked at you, “Yes. He did. But, we are going to kill him. The guy that was with me, thats Dean. My brother. He basically raised me while dad hunted to avenge my mother. Now… it’s just me and him.”
Sam never talked about his family much, but he always mentioned his brother a few times. Which explains the facial similarities of the green eyed hunter.
I took a breathe and let his hand go and rubbed my arm,“Why was the Vampire coming for me?”
Sam sighed, “Me and Dean found leads from recent vampire attacks a few towns over. Has to be a nearby the university. Says why a lot of students went missing too.” You grabbed my phone to see it was now 1:45 am, how has it been almost two hours sense this all happened? “The boy that attacked you, went missing a few weeks back. He was sent to take you.”
“To be a vampire?” Your voice cracked a little in fear. Sam nodded, “I wouldn’t have let that happen. You deserve a good life.”
You finally did what you wanted to do for so long, you wrapped your arms around Sam and gave him a hug.
“Sam Winchester you deserve a good life too. Don’t sell yourself short. Thank you for saving my life.”
Sam hugged you back tight, like you were going to disappear any moment.
“Your not safe here Y/n. I got a motel room downtown. Pack clothes and bring a book. I need to know you will be safe.”
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2 weeks later
The last few weeks have been eventful to say the least… Sam came back, you met his Metallica loving brother, they rid of the vampire nest and overall you finally felt at ease after the two years of not knowing what happened to Jess.
Sam and Dean stayed near Stanford to keep an eye on you and make sure all is well. Coming down any other day and eating at the diner or having a drink at the bar, (which meant free drinks while your manager wasn’t working since you were the bartender), and having a new friend and your best friend back. All was well.
Yet, you could feel some tension between you and Sam. You’ve always had a small crush on him, who hasn’t though? His thick hair, his height, his hazel eyes, plus his personality? People would be crazy to not have a tiny crush on him.
But, with this small crush you could feel the guilt in the back of your mind. This man was one of your best friend’s boyfriend.
What would Jess think if she was alive?
“Y/n!” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him, your popcorn still in your lap as you we’re watching Scream on the Tv with Sam.
You came back home a few days ago and Sam wanted to spend a night over, since tomorrow he and Dean will be heading to South Dakota to see a friend of the family’s.
“Yeah?”
“You okay? You’ve been quiet for 30 minutes and you usually never shut up about Billy and Stu.”
“I’m just thinking…”
Sam paused the movie and turned towards me. “Spill it.”
You sighed and laugh a little. “Sam, it’s nothing.”
Sam took the popcorn out of my hands and scooted closed towards me, “Must be something if you are quiet for a long period of time.”
You took a breathe, Sam wasn’t gonna give up until you told him what was on your mind, “I’m just thinking about my future. I guess.” You laughed nervously.
“Your future? What about it?”
“Just thinking about everything, what I’m gonna be doing, Where I will be, If I would marry. Stuff like that.” Sam looked at you seriously after you mentioning marriage.
“Y/n, if someone wouldn’t marry you. I would be very surprised. Who wouldn’t? Your funny, down to earth, strong and plus your personality is amazing.”
You laughed, “Yeah. No. I’m not the looks of someone to be married.”
Moments passed, The silence thickened. You could hear your own breathing and Sam set down the popcorn on the table and took the blanket off of me and him. “Get up and come with me.”
“What?”
Sam grabbed my hands and pulled me up towards him. “Come with me. I have to show you something.” As he said that he took your right hand in his and walked towards your room and opened the door.
Your room looked the same as it always did. Bed maid, your window closed, your books on the table.
Sam took you in front of the mirror, him standing behind you.
“What do you see?”
You look at him through the mirror and give him an odd look.
“What?”
Sam took a breath, “In the mirror, what do you see?”
“I see me…. We done?”
“No. You see yourself, what do you see about you? What do you like or dislike?”
You rolled your eyes, “What’s your point, Sam?”
"I want you to see the beautiful woman, I see."
Beautiful? He was talking about me? Your mind was spiraling in thoughts. Years of self-doubt, men leaving you since you didn't fit into their "desires". Just to have Sam, your best friend and crush call you beautiful looking at you with no makeup, shorts that showed your curve, thick thighs touching each other, and a tank top that didn't hide your bloated stomach.
Beautiful.
"I want you to see how perfect you are to me. Your personality, your smile, how you change the room. " Sam chuckles, "Even your weird obsession with old 90 movies." Sam's hands gently roam down your body to be around your waist.
Beautiful. Perfect.
Not in a million years those two words would fall out of anyone's mouth. Not Sam's at least, You never would have thought that he would talk about you like that.
“Everything of yours is perfect. Your curves, your hips, your smile. " As he said that his hands were all over your body...touching every inch gently. You look at Sam through the mirror, "Sam..." Seeing his hands on your body felt fantastic and right.
"I know the past two years have been hard, I wish I was here for you. Things happened...but I am here now." Sam said his hand was now on my cheek caressing softly. "Let me have this chance."
You took a deep breath, this felt like a dream. Sam Winchester really said that and meant that.
You look up at Sam and nod your head. Instantly his lips met yours.
The kiss was full of passion yet gentle. Like You were a fragile art piece in a museum. His hand was on your waist and he pulled you in closer as he finished the kiss.
"Is this okay?" His hand had my shirt. You nodded your head and he took your shirt off revealing your black bra.
You covered your stomach as Sam looked at you, he wrapped his hands on your arms and moved them away, "I told you that you are beautiful, don't hide yourself from me.
Sam pinned your arms to your side and from your lips down to your stomach near the top of your pants. He kissed every scar, and stretch mark as he went. Whispering all sorts of sweet nothings, while he kissed you.
Sam looked up at you and smiled, "Take your pants off and lay on the bed baby girl."
You took a deep breath and turned from Sam, slipping your pants off and laying down on the bed. Sam was now shirtless and working on his pants.
Once he was left in his boxers he walked towards you and climbed on top of you, his face above yours. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and finally your lips.
It felt euphoric, the amount of times you never thought this would happen or even think you would be alone for all your life was out of the equation. You were happy.
With his small kisses, Sam cupped your breasts in his hands and softly squeezed them. Making you moan out softly. He lifted you up and unclipped your bra. You slipped out of your bra and allowed him to throw it on the floor. He kissed you once more before fondling your breasts and using his mouth on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.
You softly moan and hold his head. Yanking his hair softly, Sam releases your nipple and looks up at you, "Better be careful Y/n. I want to take my time, but I will take you right now if you want."
Sam kissed your breasts and went down to your clothed pussy. Kissing the top of your underwear. His dirty talk made you feel excited for what's to come. Your underwear was soaked and Sam knew it, he rubbed your clothed pussy up and down making you moan out loud.
This was really happening. You were going to lose your virginity to Sam.
"Sam... I've never done this before." You admitted to him. He looked up at you and kissed your lips softly, "If you wanna stop we-" Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with another kiss.
"I want you Sam."
You kissed Sam once more, deepening this kiss. His hands go back to your underwear and easily slide them off.
He breaks the kiss and goes down to my pussy, looking up at you before licking up and sucking on my clit. You moan out loud feeling the sensation of his tongue, Sam licked up and down and sucked on your clit before using a finger and thrusting in your pussy.
His one finger felt amazing inside, yet it stretched you out. If you couldn't take a finger. When he finally goes inside it may not fit. But, no matter the pleasure right now was overwhelming. You didn't want it to stop.
Sam does stop abusing your clit, rubbing your pussy, and adding another finger. You close your eyes and arch your back up, moaning out.
He was paying attention to everything that made you feel nothing but pleasure. He used his two fingers in a scissoring motion and that plus his mouth on you took you over the edge.
Your eyes feel blurry and your breaths are heavy, you could feel Sam's eyes on you. He leans up and kisses you. "Feel good baby girl?"
You smile and nod, "Yes."
You never noticed that Sam slipped his boxers off, his length hitting your thigh. You look down and take a breath.
It's a lot bigger than I thought...I don't think it would fit.
Your mind was spiraling and you could feel your nerves go through the roof.
"Don't overthink, keep your eyes on me. It will be uncomfortable but I am right here." Sam noticed you were in your head. His hands were rubbing your legs comfortably to make you relax. He kissed you gently and pulled you close to him as he rubbed his cock near your entrance.
Sam pulled away looking at you in your eyes, "You ready?"
A moment passed and you finally nodded your head. You wanted it You leaned up and kissed Sam once more. The head of his cock rubbing against your cunt.
During the kiss Sam thrusted in, You gasped in the kiss and he stopped moving while you looked like you were in discomfort.
When your face relaxed he thrusted again slowly until you told him to go faster.
The pleasure felt amazing, nothing felt better than being with Sam. You didn't want anyone else but him, the feel of his kisses, his touch. Was the most amazing thing you have ever felt.
The feeling of his cock filling you up to the brim felt amazing, how you stretched around to fit him and only him.
Sam was grunting as he thrusted, he started to moan softly kissing you while he thrusted into you. He gripped the sheets beside you as you gripped his shoulders filling him into you.
Sam pulled out and came on your stomach, "Sorry.." He chuckled and grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up, You smiled and looked down at him cleaning you up.
The one thing you knew for sure was that not only Sam was your first love, but no matter what he would always be your last.
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cowboysandpilots · 6 months
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Sam and Dean Winchester had always been close. As brothers, they shared a bond that no one else could understand. But their relationship was more than just brotherly love. They were in love with each other, and they had been for years.
When they were younger, they didn't understand their relationship. They didn't understand their feelings, let alone why it was wrong. As they got older, their feelings for each other only grew stronger. They knew that their love was forbidden, but they couldn't help the way they felt.
John was always a traditional man who believed in the importance of family values and was a firm believer in the concept of marriage being between a man and a woman. Sam and Dean knew that if their father found out about their relationship, he would never accept them, so they kept their love a secret. They would steal moments together whenever they could, but they always made sure to keep their guard up around their father. It was a dangerous game to play, but they were willing to take the risk to be together.
They were always willing to risk everything for each other, no matter what. ——
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