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clickbaitcowboy · 1 year
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Angel blood must be irresistible. A companion to this vamp!Dean piece from 2021
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impala-dreamer · 1 year
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His Return
A Supernatural Story
~Walking alone at night can be deadly.~
Vampire!Dean Winchester x Reader
1,780 Words
Warnings: NSFW, Major Character Death, Vampirism. 
A/N: First published to Patreon July 2022. See what you're missing?
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The night is cold. Steely wind nips at your cheeks and you draw your coat a little tighter across your chest. Moonlight leads you home, beaming down through the haze of midnight and you free it from oil-slicked puddles as you walk down the alley.
You’ve walked this way a thousand times before, but tonight it feels different- there’s something lurking in the corner of your vision, some hidden danger that sturs your senses and makes every hair stand on end.
A flutter of wings catches your ear and you turn with a gasp; just a pigeon fleeing the dumpster. You laugh at yourself and continue on; there’s work to be done tomorrow and not much more time for sleep.
Another noise strikes your attention and you spin again, nerves on edge, mind reeling with illogical fears. It’s the heavy footfall of a boot, familiar yet unscheduled, but when you turn, there’s nothing behind you except the night.
“Stop being such a pussy, Y/N,” you laugh at yourself, turning back to face the shadows and your shortcut home.
One step and you’re slamming into solid muscle.
“Holy shit!” you scream and try to run, but a hand clamps down around your elbow and holds you steady. The grip is strong and cold, and you look up with fear in your heart.
Green eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
“Dean?”
A soft smile curls his plump lips. “Heya, Y/N/N.”
It’s been forever since you last saw the hunter; a few years in fact. He’d been the only one to believe you when you ranted to the police about how a monster had taken your little sister. Sure enough, by week’s end, you were standing hip to hip with the strange fake Fed, covered in blackish goo and sharing a victory kiss beneath the stars.
He left before dawn that night, speeding away in his giant black boat of a car. To see him returned was both welcomed and jarring. Something had to be amiss.
“Holy crap- you scared the shit out of me!”
His hold on your elbow vanishes and he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He dips his chin and looks at you through perfectly thick lashes. “Sorry about that.” He smiles and your heart melts a bit, remembering what those lips could do. “I saw you walkin’ alone and thought- well… You really shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night, Y/N.”
A laugh tickles your throat. “I’ve done a lot worse. As you remember.”
He laughs with you at that, a little chuckle that lifts his broad shoulders. “That I do. But still- it’s… dangerous out here.”
Reaching into your bag, you pull up your secret weapon. “I’ve got pepper spray and a mean right hook.”
Dean looks away and back; a slick smile tugging on his lips as he wipes a hand down his cheek. “Oh, that I remember well.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that…”
His eyes flash over your face and your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t be. I was impressed.”
Pride swell in your gut but something’s still wrong. “Why are you here?” you blurt out, staring up at him as if he’s some ghost from the past, and well, he is. “I mean- it’s nice to see you but-”
“Seeing me is like a bad omen, huh?”
He looks away and you feel bad. “Not like that, but- kinda? I mean- you only show up when monsters are lurking.”
Dean lets out a deep laugh as if he can’t help it and his green eyes turn back to dig into yours. “Monsters…” He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “I don’t know about that.” He licks his lips slowly and your mind is shoved back in time, right back into the backseat of that damned Impala. “Anyway- why don’t we get you off the streets, huh?”
“Do I remind you of a working girl, Mr. Winchester?”
He smiles and you swear he’s trying to kill you with it. “You know what I mean.” He crooks his elbow and holds it out for you. “If I remember correctly, your apartment isn’t far-”
“Correct.” Your hand slides a bit too easily onto his arm, fitting perfectly in the hollow of his elbow.
You turn together and head into the shadows, not caring about the puddles underfoot or the cold wind attacking your cheeks. Dean seems to shield you from more than just the wind- you feel safe in his arms, careless and free.
“So, just passing through town?”
He nods, looking straight ahead. “Something like that.”
“Sam with you?”
He isn’t revealing much, hiding all behind a soft smile that crinkles around his eyes and turns your mind to mush. “No. Sam’s- not with me.”
“Oh well. I hope he’s doing OK…”
“I don’t wanna talk about Sam.” Dean stops at the foot of your stairs, memory guiding him straight to your building. He grabs your hand and you spin with him, falling against his chest as he tugs you close. “Do you?”
Staring up at him, you lose all sense of time and space and it’s just like it was a few years ago. He’s strong and tall, mysterious and beautiful; a hero there to guide you back to the light.
“Ya know,” you whisper, pushing up on your toes to try to reach his lips. “I really couldn’t care less.”
Dean dips his chin and brings his lips close, hovering there, giving you the option to pull away. With a smile, you do the opposite, pushing in and kissing him hard.
He exhales against your cheek, tips his head to the side, parts his lips. His tongue juts out, swiping over your bottom lip and you hum at the memory of it. His left hand finds the nape of your neck and he holds you there with freezing fingers that seer into your flesh.
Pulling back, you’re stunned to find his eyes open and focused; every ounce of his attention on you.
“Do you- wanna come up?” you ask, surprising only yourself. Dean seems to know you’d offer, waiting patiently for you to catch up.
“I’d love to.”
He follows closely up the three flights of stairs and you rack your brain to try to remember what panties you have on; if it’s the lacy bra or the junky one.
Your breath is fast with climbing and nerves when you finally reach your door, but Dean is steady, appearing behind you almost too quickly.
“The- the place is kinda messy. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting- um… you.”
Dean swallows visibly, his upper lip twitching as you push open the door. “Don’t worry about it.”
His tone has changed slightly; the feel of him ass well. Gone are the familiar shy smiles, the feeling of being wooed. He seems stiff, focused.
He stands back as you step inside.
“Well,” you laugh, watching him hover in the doorway. “Come in.”
His boot is hesitant to step over the threshold, but he does and he breaths in the room, scanning the apartment quickly.
“Nice place.”
The door shuts and locks behind you.
“Thanks. As I said, usually not so messy-”
Dean holds up a hand and waves you off. “It’s great.” He spins on his heel and soon you’re back in his arms, cradled delicately against his chest. “Just like- you…”
A smile bubbles up from deep inside and your cheeks burn. “Dean- did you come back here just for me?”
His fingers tangle in your hair and he tugs, lifting your shy eyes to his. “And if I said yes?”
Your answer is a kiss that closes your eyes and makes him moan. You lean closer, pressing yourself against him. Hips and chest and thighs all crashing together as you give yourself over to him with a push of your lips.
He responds instantly. The hand in your hair tightens, the other digs into your lower back, locking you to him.
It’s a mad rush to the bedroom; so hard to walk and shed clothing between maddening kisses.
He lays you down, drags his calloused fingers down your naked body, teasing and pinching and driving you wild. His name falls from your lips in desperate moans as he licks at your skin; plump lips planting bruises from throat to hip. He’s feverish- grasping at every inch of you like you’re water in the desert.
“Need you,” he whispers, throat dry and torn.
You push a hand through his hair and bite your lip. “All yours…”
He presses inside, spreading your thighs wide with his hips. The stretch is deep and exquisite and you toss your head back against the mattress, savouring every inch of him as your body tightens.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
He stares, eyes hard and wild. Still thrusting slowly, Dean drops down, covering your body with his. The crush is heavy, knocks the breath from your lungs. A big hand wraps beneath you, a cool hand covers the nape of your neck. Fingers, long and deft, lock around your jaw from beneath and turn your head to the side.
You gasp, struggling to breathe beneath his weight as pleasure and fear collide in your chest.
“Dean-”
“Be still,” he growls, lips tickling your ear. He pulls back for a moment and the corner of your eye tricks your vision. He bares his teeth; tiny fangs dropping like magic before he attacks, sinking them deep into your throat.
Your heart pounds, pumping blood to meet the heavy pull of his beautiful lips.
“Dean!” You claw at his shoulders, strangled and desperate to be released.
The pull is strong and the room starts to spin.
He thrusts harder, moaning loudly as he drains the life from your veins and nears his climax.
The numbness starts in your fingertips, works its way up your arms; the muscles protest and relax, leaving you limp and empty beneath him.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans, swallowing the last drop just as he cums. His timing is perfection and he cries out in ecstasy; his entire body vibrating with your blood and his pleasure. “Just like I thought you’d be.”
He doesn’t bother to clean up, just drags his jeans up his thick thighs and tugs on his layers of flannel and canvas.
“Another fun stop on the Dean Winchester Memory Tour.” He laughs at his mess: your arm is bent wrong; your legs are forever open and your cunt leaks with his cum.
He kisses your forhead before he leaves and your eyes stare into the shadows.
“I told you it was dangerous to be walking alone…”
He doesn’t bother to shut the door behind him.
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railroad-spike · 1 year
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sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ₆ₓ₅
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eninkahootz · 1 year
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Wincest for Bingos: Biting and Vamp!Dean
Title: Blood Bound Link: AO3 SPN Kink Events Jan-Feb 2023 Bingo Square Filled: Biting Dean and Sam Bingo Square Filled: Vamp!Dean Ship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Rating: Explicit Tags: Smut, Brother/Brother Incest, Romance, Vampires, Vampire Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Blood Drinking, Biting, First Time, Blow Jobs Word Count: 3,597
Summary: Dean is a vampire and drinks only from Sam, his official donor. Over time Dean starts to develop feelings for his donor, despite the fact that his donor is also his brother. Written for @spnkinkevents and @deanandsambingo
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mggsv · 7 months
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Interrogation
afab!vamp reader x sam winchester (18+) slight dean!
summary: Sam’s taking his interrogation time with you seriously, while Dean watches how helpless you are in his arms.
warnings: reader is cuffed, choking, mentions of blood, spanking, trigger warming for sl*t wrist, choking
* for better context this is consensual between them, i apologize!!
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“I need a name, now.”
“I..I don’t have one. I told you- fuck- I’m not affiliated with any other vampires. Hah..it wasn’t me.”
Sam’s big hand held your small cuffed wrist together while his thick cock buried itself deep within you. Your eyes watered while he plowed into you, each thrust just as hard as the others. You bit into your lip, your fangs out and thirsty. They’ve kept you for two days, constantly fucking into that slut of a hole of yours. Your ass was in the air right at the edge of the bed. You had nothing to hold onto, just his trust which you know you didn’t have. After all, they’re Winchester’s, and you’re a vampire. Everyone knew what happened when the two collided. “Fuck- Sam…mph..”
“Sam!“ you gasp. He forces you down, your face hitting the pillow beneath you. He pulls out, hand slapping your ass. “I need a name.” He grumbles. Your cunt throbbed from the loss of his cock. How it filled you so well… His thumb grazed over that sweet sensitive nub of yours, your legs shaking from the sensation. His hand comes down again, even harder- making you gasp and shut your eyes for just a second. You adjust your head best you can, staring right into the eyes of Dean Winchester. He sipped his small class of whiskey while he stared back at you. Pure disgust in his eyes, but his hard cock said differently. He gets up, leather boots steady against the floor- you could hear it better than he could.
That’s when you smelled it- blood. Most importantly, blood from a winchester. You whimpered, back arching as your fangs sharpened. Your mouth opened as Dean neared you, your sex clenching around the air. “Please-“ you gasp, Dean’s hand coming up to your neck and squeezing. “Please what?” he grumbles.
“Please..sir.” You stared right into his eyes, they’d be the last eyes you’ll ever look in, assuming your position. He could kill you, he will, kill you..
“Drink.” Was all he replied with, the fresh shot of whiskey fanning your face. Sam’s strong arm came round your head, his wrist was slit and his blood dripped down onto your chest. You held your tongue out, catching the fulfilling droplets. You felt your world open- your heart bursting. Your legs shook as the flavor- the opportunity, the chance..drinking from a Winchester all the while he fucked you. Dean’s hand tightened its grip around your neck. “A name. Now. Who’s killing all those people damnit-“
“Riley.” You moaned, Sam’s thick cock slipping back into you. “That’s- Thats all i know i swear.” A smirk rose on Deans lip, Sam’s wrist coming up to your mouth. Your drank from him while he plowed you from behind. Your eyes watered, your cunt feeling full and overstimulated. You were full everywhere. Still, Dean’s hand held its placement around your neck, his cup of whiskey raising to his lips. “Well, i think you know more than that.”
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deanspunchingbag · 4 months
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they told the vampires in supernatural to suck blood but they heard serve cunt and every single one of them did
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Sam: There's something wrong with me. I think I need help.
Dean: *punches him until he's unconscious*
Because that is the sane and rational response.
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angelsdean · 1 year
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whatever michael does in 15x19 no he doesn’t. instead he and dean bond over the grief of losing the love of their life and eventually they come up with a plan to bring them both back 
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arcanespillo · 4 months
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"Live Free Or Twihard"
SPN S6E05
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pasta-n00dles · 9 days
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I believe in monsters! Winchester brothers supremacy.
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lildoodlenoodle · 1 year
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MidWestern Gothic SPN: The Other Side Of The Tracks
“Dean, I think those campers were wrong. There’s nothing out here but rabid raccoons”
“Yea,,, Sammy I think we’re gonna need the blowtorch.”
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horrorshow · 1 year
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older sam should've looked more like john. forget the party city wig, i want a jdm clone to play him. i want sam to look in the mirror after dean dies only to see the spitting image of his grieving father staring back at him. man who vowed to never become his father becomes his father. that’s horror to me.
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impala-dreamer · 2 years
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His Return- Sneak Peek
A Supernatural Story
~Walking alone at night can be deadly.~
Dean Winchester x Reader
1,780 Words
Warnings: NSFW, Major Character Death, Vampirism. 
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...Dean dips his chin and brings his lips close, hovering there, giving you the option to pull away. With a smile, you do the opposite, pushing in and kissing him hard.
He exhales against your cheek, tips his head to the side, parts his lips. His tongue juts out, swiping over your bottom lip and you hum at the memory of it. His left hand finds the nape of your neck and he holds you there with freezing fingers that seer into your flesh.
Pulling back, you’re stunned to find his eyes open and focused; every ounce of his attention on you...
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KEEP READING ONLY ON PATREON
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sammywlw · 1 year
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sam: admits that there is something seriously wrong with him and that he needs help
dean: beats sam until he is fucking unconscious
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quietwingsinthesky · 4 months
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like. “soulless sam killed innocent people and put dean in danger to get to his goals” Regular Sam Also Does This
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calibrationneeded · 4 months
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I don’t think the monsterfucker community is as mad as they should be about how the monsters in supernatural were just some random Joes that maybe or maybe dont have had sharp bad CGI teeth
Like I know CGI and practical effects are expensive but maybe pull back on the bees and lube and your budget will look a little better
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