whimsyfinny

[whimsyfinny]

Gonna have a mushy brain for days after reading this 🫠

i was made for lovin' you.

OR after years of unsaid emotions, supressed feelings and goddamn urges— you and dean finally confront the thing you'd both been avoiding: how there's so much you wanna do in the darkness. and you're gonna make all come true. tonight.

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「 pairing 」 : dean winchester x fem ! reader

「 word count 」 : 5.6k.

「 content / warnings 」 : MINORS LOOK AWAY !!!, lateish seasons (if you squint) dean winchester x reader's first time (not virgins though), unprotected (mostly) soft sex with feelings, feelings, feelings!, aka porn WITH plot!, p in v, handjob, dean being a munch ofc (this is canon. go argue with the wall.), swearing (obvi). please let me know if i missed anything!

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from the moment you first met dean winchester while working a case, you knew you wanted to fuck him.

which was a little strange, because you didn't think like that outright about too many men— not ones you knew in real life, anyway.

but here the stupid bastard was, with his annoyingly pretty face and those stupid, big, rough fightin' hands that could touch you everywhere, pull the prettiest sounds right from you—

oh, we're getting way too far ahead of ourselves. you shoved those thoughts away. come on, this was a freakin' case. lives were at stake.

and once the initial secret lust you had finally went away, you realized you were experiencing something much greater than some stupid crush on dean.

because the more hunted with him, you got to see not just the tough, hard-as-nails side of him— but you saw the other side.

his people side.

you got to see the way he interacted with every single person he encountered on a case, not resting until the threat was completely gone and ganked. and sometimes, when a case hit too close to home, he treated victims and affected family no less than his own fuckin' family.

and you knew from your own personal experience that he'd do just about damn near anything for the family he did have. saw the way he got all soft and sweet around kids— and after a good while, even around you.

and that's when you knew you were in trouble.

you'd known dean for years now. and nothing had ever come of you two except him being one of the greatest friends you'd ever had.

but god help you if you didn't want more.

and nothing like a quick fuck, either. no, you wanted to be there for everything— even on those deathly-quiet nights when dean's thoughts got too loud and the debilitating weight he was carrying all alone just got too heavy, you wanted to be the one keeping him afloat.

it was something dangerously close to love.

you tried to ignore it at first. push it down. and it did work-- for a while. until fucking dean started acting weird around you, too.

and now things were... complicated.

you didn't know exactly when things had shifted so much to the point that it almost became unbearable to even be in the same room as dean without either of you knowingly holding back just spilling your guts-- but god, it was worse than dying.

inevitably, one night, it all just snapped.

there was no dramatic fight, or screamed confessions from either of you. no, it happened late in the darkness, when you both were sharing a motel room.

which would have made you fond of all the times you guys had shared motel rooms in the past— you would've smiled at the thought of younger you trying to make the most out of the fact that you had to share a room with a fucking boy.

but dean was now much more of a man than ever before now.

thank god there's two separate beds, you initially thought.

now, though? there wasn't a need for two beds anymore.

because you still somehow ended up in dean's that was closest to the window.

in his lap.

and kissing him.

you were sure you were in just another one of your dreams or fantasies you conjured up to get off-- but you could feel dean's hands on you through your shirt, grasping at the fabric. so this had to be real-- but just for precaution, you roll your hips into dean's a little.

yeah. that sound he made when he grinds his hips up into your own was definitely real— and right in your mouth.

you knew you were probably moving too fast— but fuck if you cared. your hands sneak in between you both and trail downward on the front of dean's shirt, not stopping until you reach the hem— and your voice is a whisper against dean's kiss-swollen lips.

"arms up, de."

and dean obliges in a heartbeat, raising his arms up over his head immediately— and he's silently praising the fact he decided to just wear a t-shirt to bed.

you actually somehow had only seen dean shirtless once or twice over the years— the latest being last summer when the air conditioning in the bunker was broken, and you conveniently and hurriedly stated that you had to stay in your room the entire day—because it was so much more skin than you were used to seeing.

but now?

you're staring.

dean's looking at you looking at him— and if the motel room wasn't so dark, you could've sworn his face got a little pinker under your gaze.

but you don't dwell on that for too long. because your hands are itching to reach out and just touch— and the moment your fingers start to graze on dean's biceps first, his eyes flutter shut and he lets out a shaky exhale, fighting to keep himself under control.

because it's you that's touching him.

you're still touching him when you lean back and kiss his lips again— and dean is very aware of the fact that you still have your shirt on.

but you have to break the kiss after a while to get stupid air— and your hands are reluctantly taken off of dean's skin, much to his protest. but the words he was about to say die in his throat when he sees where your hands were going.

you grasp the hem of the oversized shirt you were wearing, tearing it over your head and discarding it in the same motion— all while you were silently thanking whatever had possessed you not to wear shorts to bed.

or a bra.

and now, dean thinks he might die.

it was his turn to stare, eyes raking and flicking over every inch of you as you're straddling his lap like he didn't know where to look first— and dean's just so in awe, he says what he was thinking out loud in a barely-audible.

"god, you're beautiful."

you can feel a blush burning your cheeks at dean's words-- and judging by the way his eyes widened ever so slightly when he uttered those words, you knew he meant it. you smile softly down at him, your voice just as quiet as his once was.

"you're not so bad, yourself.''

and that makes the corner of dean's lips turn up in a small, soft smirk. god, he loves you. and he's gonna show you that.

all night long.

dean starts with his hands, the rough callouses trailing up your thighs, hips, waist, stomach, tits, arms, back— fucking everywhere on your bare skin as he stares up at you.

but your hands move on dean, too— touching him everywhere you could reach before you go lower, your fingers grazing on the waistband of his boxers— but you look back up at him again, a silent question in your eyes.

dean looks confused for half a second— until he realizes you're asking for permission. then he nods, his heart feeling warmer than it was before.

you tear his boxers off in one fell swoop— and holy goddamn.

you stare— again. and dean's fighting the urge to roll you over onto the mattress and just taking you.

instead, he forces himself to stay still under you— because the urge to do that and see what you do next is stronger.

dean's smirking up at you. the damn idiot. and then he quietly murmurs out—

"your turn."

you'd almost forgotten you still had your underwear on— oh, but dean didn't forget. the speed at which you yank down the fabric and discard it somewhere in the motel room should be a world record.

you look back down at dean again when you get situated back on his lap— but he's not looking at you anymore.

no, the man gulps at the sight of your pussy being exposed to him— and it takes him a while to look back up at you, his voice low and rough.

"c'mere."

you obliged, one of your hands reaching down and grasping dean's own that had been resting on your thigh.

this was new. oh, so new. dean wasn't new to you by any means, and that familiarity, that bond was still there— but he was new in this sense. this was different.

this was real.

dean was a man who rarely ever got what he really wanted— so you wanted dean to get whatever he wanted out of what was about to happen between the two of you.

"tell me what you want, dean," your voice is a mere whisper. "tell me what you want me to do, and i'll do it."

dean really thinks you should be illegal. you're all he's ever wanted—and you're asking him what he wanted.

he doesn't answer right away— dean's eyes rake over your naked form in his lap, and he's got his hands resting on your thighs as he meets your gaze once more.

"touch me."

you knew what dean meant by that. dean knew what he meant by that. and you both were fully aware of the line you were about to cross. but you weren't even nervous. and neither was he.

so take your hands, reaching down and trailing a path on dean's lower torso before you take him all in your hands.

and dean thinks he might die.

again.

because you start stroking him slowly— you weren't an idiot, you knew if you went too fast at first, it would hurt dean like a motherfucker rather than feel good.

and you're just looking at him, reading his reactions, making sure that it feels good.

all dean can get out at first is your name. he had opened his mouth to say something, but that's all that came out in a broken groan. he's letting out these little broken noises of pleasure— and his head has to fall back on the shitty motel room’s headboard so he doesn't cum right there.

you keep your pace of your hand on dean's dick steady, only increasing the intensity after a few moments when you can tell he needed more— by the way he gripped onto your hip, his rough fingers curling into the meat of your skin— and by the way he was fighting back the moans that had been treating to escape his throat.

it was definitely embarrassing how close dean was to cumming already, he knew that. but he also knew it was because it was you who was bringing him there. not some quick fuck with a chick he'd met that night, or his own hand— no.

it was yours.

and that thought combined with the way you're still looking at him— in awe, like he's something out of a museum, gets him way closer to the edge you were guiding him to.

"i'm— fucking christ, jesus—"

your name along with the man upstairs' son had come out of dean's mouth in a desperate attempt to warn you that he was right there, all because of you.

"i gotcha, dean," you whisper, and your free hand not jerking him off reaches to cup the side of his face as his head's tilted up towards you.

"just let it happen."

and that does it for him.

dean cums hard, his hands clutching on your thigh and part of your hips with all he's got, gasping and groaning, letting little out broken moans the whole way down.

you just guide dean through it with your hand, watching him under you as his skin was all flushed and red now, hair sticking up everywhere (courtesy of your hands), his pupils blown out and half-lidded before shutting fully.

"y'okay?" you whisper, your eyes flicking over dean under you. his own eyes continued to be closed— and you take that time to grab a tissue from the nightstand, wiping your hand clean before looking back and giving dean your full attention.

your other hand was still on his face, your thumb grazing on his cheek now, and for a split second, you almost think dean must not have liked it, or you went too far, because he wasn't saying—

"holy shit."

the curse leaves dean's mouth as his eyes open— and all he can do is reach his free hand up that wasn't grasping yours between the two of you already and rest it on the one cupping his face.

you can't even open your softly smiling mouth to respond, because the next words are coming out of dean's mouth, his voice still raw and rough from the way you just broke him apart.

"you know what i wanna do right now?"

you tilt your head a little to the side, still looking down at dean below you with his back resting against the headboard as you so desperately wanted to know.

"what?"

dean's downright devilish smirk reappears— and his eyes flick down to your almost dripping pussy that was spread as you straddled his legs before looking back up at you, his voice still rough as ever.

"I wanna taste you."

and a strangled sound gets stuck in your throat at the mere thought of dean eating you out. maybe it was a little embarassing how breathless your voice sounded when you leaned just a fraction closer to him.

"then go ahead."

an actual growl escapes dean at that— and you don't need to tell the man twice. he's got you flipped over and pinning you down, your scorching back hitting the cold motel sheets before you can even blink. you stare up at him when he hovers over you, both hands on the sides of your head, holding him up— and he's just looking at you.

but dean doesn't stay like that for too long. his lips hit your neck immediately after he leans down enough— and he starts just attacking at your skin, nipping, biting, sucking— he draws a path all the way down, until he reaches your now sopping pussy.

dean changes his position when he does, spreading your slick inner thighs further apart and settling between your legs, wrapping a strong arm around the meat of your thighs.

but he hesitates for a brief moment. he likes eating out pussy, but did you enjoy it? his pussy-drunk eyes flick up to yours— and you're a sight all spread out for him, your back against the pillows and sitting up a little so you could watch.

"i ain't gonna be gentle. y'know that, right?"

you knew that dean had always been considerate of you, long before this night— for as long as you'd known him, for that matter. but hearing him tell you that he didn't want to be gentle made your gaze soften and a smile tug on your lips as you nodded in response.

"yeah, i know."

and in that moment, dean thinks he loves you.

well, in all actuality, dean knows he loves you— but seeing you all soft and just so goddamn pretty in the moonlight that's filtering in through the motel room window, he's well aware of the blessing that's before him.

dean gives you one last smile— softer this time. then he dives in, burying in his face and going at you full force, his tongue flat and working against your puffy, slick folds before letting out a groan that vibrates everything.

and dean was right.

he was not gentle about it.

your eyes threaten to flutter shut as dean's tounge works on you— but you force them to be half-lidded as you look down at the sight of dean eating you out like a starved man.

and he's looking right back at you as he does it.

your hand flies to grasp onto dean's that was still resting on your thigh as his mouth continues to attack you— and he gladly takes it in his, not faltering his pace once.

you couldn't help but bite down hard on your bottom lip, attempting to contain the moans and noises that were threatening to spill out of you— and dean isn’t having it.

“nuh uh, darlin’,” dean shakes his head between your thighs, talking right into your pussy between flicks of his tongue on your clit. “i wanna hear you— wanna hear how goddamn good i’m makin’ ya feel right now.”

and with that, your mouth drops open almost immediately. it's like a switch flipped in you— and the first moan you let out is his fuckin' name.

"dean..."

christ on a cross. dean had wanted to hear just anything come out of your pretty mouth, but his name being the first thing on the tip of your tongue does things to him.

dean's imagined you moaning his name countless times, of course, but nothing can compare to the real you right now— tits heaving, groaning and eyes fluttering a little each time he brushes on a few sensitive spots on your pussy with his tongue.

now, it's embarrassing how close you are to cumming on dean's tongue. and oh, he notices. he holds your bucking and writhing hips down with his free hand that's not grasping and holding onto yours—

and goes to fuckin' town.

"fuck— dean!" you think you're gonna pass out— because you could barely hear the sounds of dean slurping up your juices and sucking on your clit when you cum without warning, back arching off of the sheets and grinding into his tongue, your grip on his hand becoming almost bruising as the pleasure cascades over you in waves.

dean doesn't look away from you for a second as your pussy flutters on his tongue, moving his mouth slower once more to not let a drop of you go to waste, making sure you're completely spent, pulling soft groans and gasps from your lips.

your legs tremble and shake under the arm that dean had wrapped around your thigh— and he takes a second to just watch you in the post-orgasm state you're in.

"y'okay?" dean's voice is rough but soft at the same time, looking up at you from his position between your legs like you're the night sky itself.

you open your eyes again, lifting your head off of the pillows just enough to see dean's eyes looking right back at you— and oh, he's a sight, his lips, nose and chin absolutley covered in your slick— and his hair's even more messy than before now.

"yeah", you breathe out softly, managing a nod against the pillows. "yeah, i'm all good. c'mere, de."

dean sees the soft look in your eyes— and his own gaze melts as he obeys, lifting off of the mattress and out from between your legs to hover over you, your faces just inches apart again.

dean can't look away.

and he never wants to.

"you're goddamn gorgeous, y'know that?" dean murmurs as he looks down at your moonlit face.

at that, you reach your hand up in the distance between you two, cupping the side of dean's face— and his head immediately leans into your touch before you whisper back.

"and you're perfect, dean."

dean's chest tightens at that— and his gaze somehow softens even more. no one's ever called him perfect before, and he couldn't think of one person in his life who even believed that to be true.

but you were looking at dean like he was.

you notice dean's reaction immediately— it was hard not to with how close you were.

you meant those words you said to dean— because being perfect wasn't about having absolutely no flaws or weaknesses.

it was about knowing that, and still carrying on anyway.

and then it clicks. because you could talk all you wanted to dean.

or you could show him how perfect he was.

"lemme show you," you whisper before dean could even open his mouth to deny it. "let me show you how perfect you are, dean."

and those words are completely breaking down what little resistance dean had left. his eyes actually get a little misty as he’s looking down at you— because he can't believe you're here, telling him everything he's never heard before.

dean nods— and his voice is shaking with anticipation mixed with pure awe.

"yeah. yeah, okay."

and that's all you needed. you look at dean's face one last time before lifting your head to close the little distance between the both of you, kissing him with everything you had to give him.

you didn't kiss dean like before— that was in a state of pure lust, desire, and want. now, you're kissing him softer, slower, and with purpose.

and purpose was exactly what dean needed. he tries to keep himself upright and hovering over you, but the way you're kissing him has his arms trembling as you're literally melting him.

you only take my lips off of dean’s when the air he and you had been breathing through your noses wasn’t enough— and your thumb grazes on his cheek again as his forehead rests on top of yours, eyes fluttering a little as i whisper against his lips.

“lay down for me, de.”

you don't have to say it again. dean obliges in a heartbeat, lifting off of you and rolling onto his back in one fluid motion— and you follow behind, tossing your leg over his to straddle him once more

dean’s hands go to your hips once you’re straddling him, looking up at you now— he still looks a little wrecked from earlier, and his chest is rising and falling in a slower, steadier rhythm than before, like he’s trying to calm himself down.

but seeing your naked form straddling him like this once more is just making his heart start to thump against his chest— again.

your hands find dean’s own on your hips,your fingers trailing on his skin, grazing past his wrists and up his arms— you're not exactly slow, but you're also not very fast with it, either.

no, you take your time touching dean all over again, fingertips tracing over every scar and dent you could see and feel as you're straddling him. your eyes flick up to his face, meeting his gaze once more— but you just keep touching him.

"oh, look at you, de," your voice is an awed whisper while your hands move on dean’s chest, grazing on the anti-possession tattoo he had on his skin. "see? you’re perfect."

and dean can’t help the little shiver your touch brings him right now, even though he's literally just laying below you, half-propped up by the pillows like you once were. he just can’t help it, because you’ve always been able to get the best reactions out of him.

dean swallows hard as your hands continue their journey over his body— your fingertips roaming over his skin, tracing all the scars he’d earned, right across his chest and down to his stomach.

and his breath actually hitches when you touch his anti-possession tattoo again.

your fingers trace on dean’s tattoo, watching and loving his reactions to just your freakin' hands.

and your hands stay resting on dean’s chest, but a little closer to his shoulders, shifting closer to him in his lap, pressing the entirety of your bare body completely against his.

your voice is still a whisper when you talk again, searching his face as you ask him to do what you've always wanted to.

because you needed to show dean how much you wanted him.

"can i ride you, de?"

if dean was hard before, it's nothing compared to the way his dick almost hurts now, throbbing at the way you asked permission to ride him.

"god, yes" is what comes out from dean's clenched jaw, and his gaze is locked onto yours as his hands rest on your hips.

a soft smile tugs on your lips again, your gaze flicking down for a brief moment when you hear how strained dean’s voice was— and the sight of him hard for you sends a wave of heat that pools in your stomach, making you clench around nothing.

because you needed dean just as badly as he needed you.

your eyes flick back up to dean’s green ones. and you notice that neither of you are nervous for his to happen. this was dean, after all. you'd wanted him in the least friendly way possible for as long as you could remember— and now? it was actually going to come true.

you didn’t have to ask dean anything else, or even say something. he wanted all of you— and you were going to give it to him.

so that’s why you shift a little, reaching down and guiding yourself to sink onto dean, keeping his gaze while your hands are still on his shoulders.

a broken groan escapes dean when you start to lower yourself down on him— and his own body’s reaction to your walls sucking him in just makes him want you even more.

dean lets his gaze travel all across your face— and he’s still looking right into your eyes when he lets himself go completely slack underneath you, letting you take the lead.

your fingers dig a little into dean’s shoulder at the burning sensation of your pussy being stretched— and your breath hitches, hard. your head falls forward a little as you screw your eyes shut.

your mind had felt like it was going over a thousand miles per second, but when your legs finally hit dean's and your pussy hits the base of his dick, everything just... goes away.

and dean couldn’t keep himself completely still anymore. he actually growled a little when he felt you fully sink down on him, and the sound that left him when he feels your tightness around him was a little more primal-sounding than he’d like to admit right now.

"oh, fuck," he breathes out your name, "you’re tryna kill me."

you can only respond to dean’s words with a strangled noise as the burning sensation was becoming full-throttle now, your grip on dean’s shoulders a little tighter, your head still hung as you try to keep my breathing steady.

because you literally couldn’t move yet. it was still the best feeling you'd ever felt— but you had to get used to dean's dick being buried deep inside of you before you could actually start to move on top of him.

and the way you’re holding on to his shoulders right now and how you’re trying to hold back little noises is driving dean insane.

he’s gripping your hips so tight that it has to be almost painful, and his eyes are fixed on you, still watching you while he tries to stay still for you. but it was taking a hell of a lot of effort on his part.

dean's chest is rising and falling fast, and he can’t help it when he finally chokes out your name in a whisper, unable to keep it in anymore.

"move. please."

at dean’s plea, you flick your hips just a little to see if you were adjusted yet.

and oh, were you ever. your fingers finally release their death grip on dean’s shoulders, one of your hands finding and grasping one of his own that was on your hip— and you finally start to move on top of him, rocking your hips into his.

the groan that escapes dean is the deepest one yet, his hand clutching onto yours and his eyes shutting for a moment as he feels you moving, his free hand tightening on your hip again.

"oh, god," dean gasps out, "jesus—"

you let out a raggedy exhale mixed with a moan, attempting to stop your eyes from rolling back into your head as you continue to ride dean's dick. it was hard, but you managed to keep your eyes open and half-lidded and on him, wanting to see his face— and you grind your hips into his faster and harder.

seeing you like this was getting to be borderline unbearable for dean.

your tits are bouncing a little in dean's face, and you're just not letting up, and you're so tight and warm, and he just fuckin' loves you—

dean realizes he's gonna cum if you keep this up.

and the embarrassing part is you barely even started riding him.

so it’s a damn good thing he’s still got a shred of control over himself right now.

"je— s— slow it down for a sec, darlin'," dean manages to get out, gritting his teeth as his eyes screw shut. "please."

the moment those words leave dean’s mouth, you immediately do as he says— you don’t abruptly stop, instead gradually slowing your movements to allow for an easy transition.

your hand trails up from dean's shoulder to cup on the side of his face while your're still on top of him— your eyes then search his when you breathlessly whisper to him.

"you okay, de?"

dean opens his eyes when you ask him if he’s okay right now, knowing that was pure concern in your words. he’s taking a moment to let his body level out a bit, since you stopped like he asked you to. and when he does, he manages a nod once he’s able to somehow form words.

"yeah, 'm good, darlin’--" dean swallows and takes a big gulp of air. "just got a 'lil too close to the edge for a second there. don’t wanna blow it right now."

an exhale of relief you didn’t know you were holding in was let out at dean’s confirmation— and your thumb almost absentmindedly grazes on the skin of his cheek as your hand was still on the side of his face.

"oh," you also nod, gaze softening as you look down at dean under you still. his words make you feel warm inside, along with a little sense of pride, too— but you still had to confirm. "it doesn’t hurt, though, right?"

"doesn’t hurt,” dean responds immediately. and that’s a bit of a complete understatement, because being inside of you right now felt like heaven. his own hand comes up to where yours is, his fingers skimming over your skin as he smiles softly up at you once more. "just wanna be able to last a 'lil bit longer for you, 's all."

your eyebrows scrunch together at that, and your expression is almost goddamn melted at this point as you look down at dean. you weren't sure why those words impacted you so much, but your chest tightens with emotion before you speak again.

"oh, de," you literally whisper, your thumb still skimming back and forth on dean’s cheek. "y'know you don’t have to do that."

"yeah, i do," dean murmurs immediately in response, looking right into your eyes the whole time he talks. "i've wanted this— you for goddamn years. i'm not lettin' this end yet."

so you don't.

you nod, leaning in and pressing a kiss on dean's lips before you talk again.

"okay, de," you nod against his forehead. "just move me when you want to, alright?"

dean gratefully nods, too, appreciating your understanding. his hands find and hold your hips again—this time, with less of a death-grip. and after he takes a steadying breath, he starts to move you.

you just let dean work and grind your hips into his own, holding his shoulder and face with your hands, allowing him to take what he needed and set the pace.

after a while, though, dean lifts you up off his dick by your hi a few inches before setting you back down fully— starting to actually fuck you a little.

you'd been quiet for the most part so far— but once the head of dean's dick brushes against that spongy spot deep inside of you, a string of broken moans and gasps spill from your lips.

and that just spurs dean on.

you'd both waited long enough now. it's been years of stolen looks, suppressed jealousy, unspoken thoughts and feelings— and tonight, you're making it all come true in the darkness of the motel room.

thank god dean's hands had been guiding your hips— because you're starting to unravel faster than you can comprehend. and so is dean.

dean's fucking up into you now like he'll never be able to fuck you again— which you both know wasn't true. and after tonight, you know you'd happily sleep with dean's dick buried inside of your pussy.

it takes only a whimper falling from your lips for dean to know that you're close— and your hand flies down to one of his on your hips again. he gladly takes it, wanting to hold your hand when he cums inside of you—

wait. is he allowed to do that?

"y— oh," dean groans out your name— he has not been silent throughout this entire ordeal, either. broken noises of pleasure and little groans of your name escaped his lips whenever your walls clenched around him. "can i— god—"

you didn't have to ask what dean meant by that. you nod almost frantically as his hand are still gripping your hips, guiding your pussy up and down his dick— and you squeeze his other hand tighter, the one you were holding.

and only then does dean let himself go, again.

your orgasm comes at the same time dean's does— and you both arch into each other and trembling as your moans echo off the motel room's walls. dean's face buries between your tits and groans into the skin while he spills up into you, your juices mixing with his.

you both stay like that for a while, naked, sweating, slick and gasping for air for god knows how long— until dean's raw and breathless voice vibrating on your breasts breaks the silence.

"i think i was made for you."

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oh heyyy... are any of y'all still here LMFAOOOOOO but seriously, on a real note— if you have stayed to the very end: first, THANK YOU for reading! and second, if you enjoyed, please consider SHOWING ME THAT ( reblogs / comments / etc ) because this took me FOREVER to write, and i want to know if my efforts are worthwhile!

also i will NOT be apologizing for how long it is, because mera (@bluemerakis) taught me that longer fics (especially smut) are acceptable! so THERE!

OH i also used a very special headcanon from @figthoughts' mastermind brain for this one because mr. dean winchester holding your hand while he eats you out is very much and totally 100% canon for me as well. fig you match my freak like no other and i hope to one day write as good and absolutely filthily as you do HEHE smooches to you my pookie <3

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[whimsyfinny]

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 15 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: a bit angsty, a bit fluffy

Chapter Word Count: 3995

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A/N: WELL. It’s been a hot minute since I updated THIS fic, and for that I’m really fucking sorry. It lost its direction for a little while, but now I know for sure where I want to take it. Also apologies if Dean seems a little out of character, but I needed this from him ahhhhhh. ALSO I’m changing for formatting slightly so it matches the rest of my fics lol. I hope you enjoy it! As usual, it’s only proof read by meeeeeee so pls pls let me know of any errors.

Photos from Pinterest

Previous Chapter: Chapter 14

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It had been a couple of weeks since the incident at the bar, which meant that it had also been a couple of weeks since I’d given Dean the treatment of his dreams in the back of the Impala. Sam didn’t talk to us for two whole days after that, and Dean was only able to win him back over by offering to be on ‘lore duty’ for their next few cases. Dean on lore duty also meant that I was on lore duty, because that man complained more than a middle aged woman in Walmart. Things had been relatively steady, with nothing too out of the ordinary occurring - I continued cleaning up after the boys as they somehow still couldn’t figure out how to get bloodstains out of cotton, and they’d concluded that they would live a far longer life if they let me do the cooking. To be honest, I was happy with that arrangement, considering that they were the ones going out and making the world a less shitty place. 

Evening had crept in and I was tidying the dishes from dinner, Sam sweetly offering to wash and dry everything since all he’d done was read books all day - not lore books for once. Dean had popped to the shops after we’d finished eating, muttering something about beer and pie on his way out. Despite nothing out of the ordinary happening, things between Dean and I had slowed dramatically. Considering we were jumping each others bones at every available opportunity, since the bar we’ve only had sex once, and that was the day straight after. Since then, Dean had been… gentle. Too gentle that it seemed out of character for him. He no longer threw me against the wall and ravaged me senseless; instead, he would kiss me softly outside of my room before retiring to his own across the hall. If I tried to instigate anything more, he’d simply give me one last, lingering kiss before finding a reason to excuse himself. It was weird. Really fucking weird. And now that I was finally on my own with Sam, maybe I could get to the bottom of it once and for all.

“Is everything ok with Dean?” I asked, breaking the peaceful silence that was blanketing us. Sam turned his head to look at me, not halting what he was doing.

“Yeah of course, why?” His voice seemed genuinely curious as he replied. I sighed.

“He’s just been… distant, that’s all. I wasn’t sure if he’d spoken to you about anything, as he’s not said anything to me.”

“Distant?” Sam almost scoffed, “I see you two together all the time. What makes you think he’s being distant?”

“Well..” I sighed. He’s not wrong, Dean and I still spend a lot of time together, but I don’t really want to go down the rabbit hole of my sex life with his brother. That would be uncomfortable for everyone. “I’m not sure,” I said eventually, “something just seems… off. I can’t put my finger on it.” Sam was quiet for a few moments, contemplating his response before finally answering.

“Why not just ask him?”

It was my turn to scoff.

“You seriously think that I’m going to get a decent answer from him if I do?” I asked, causing the taller Winchester to finally stop what he was doing and turn to look at me. His brows pinched together as he dried his hands on the fraying towel, searching his mind for the right words. Deep down he knew I was right; Dean was the king of evading conversations that he didn’t want to have, and both of us knew that he would do the same thing here. 

Before Sam could find the right words, we were interrupted by the main topic of our conversation entering the bunker, slamming the large door behind him with a loud creak and SLAM that echoed through the whole building. From how quickly he appeared in the kitchen, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume that he ran through the halls to get here. Dean waltzed in, placing two large bags on the table before shrugging off his jacket and looking between us, the smile he was wearing fading slightly.

“Everything ok?” He asked in a tone that made it hard to believe that he actually wanted to know the answer. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Just great, thanks,” I said, but the turn on my lips felt forced after my short conversation with Sam. Dean seemed to notice this too. 

“You sure?” He asked before reaching for a third bag that I didn’t see him bring in. It was different from the others, which were just plain gas station bags made of plastic. This third one was made of thick brown paper, a pretty logo stamped on the side that I couldn’t quite make out from where I stood. Dean had caught me staring at it as he dipped his hand inside, his expression turning slightly bashful as his eyes locked with mine. He seemed to pause for a moment, debating something with himself before he flashed me a smile. Not the usual ‘Dean’ smile that was full of confidence and charm, but a smile I’d never seen on his lips before; one of hesitation and nervousness. Before I had the chance to ask him what was going on, he pulled his hand out and held it towards me in one swift swoop. I gasped, the sound small and oddly soft for myself, for in his grasp was a beautiful, pastel-palette bouquet of flowers. They were delicate, like the wildflowers that grew in a glade. The petals were in the softest shades of pink, blue, yellow and purple. Even the stems and leaves were a gentle green. These were not supermarket flowers, as they’d been wrapped with a similar brown parcel paper to that of the bag they came in, and they were finished off with a bow. I stared at them for a little while longer, the surprise from seeing something so fragile and beautiful in the rough, scarred grip of Dean Winchester was enough to make my heart flip.

“There was a lady selling these on the side of the road. I thought… I thought you might like them,” Deans voice held a tenderness to it that I was unfamiliar with, his tone slightly husky from the softness of it. I took the flowers gently, my fingers brushing over his as I held them, unable to tear my gaze away from the gift. He stood watching quietly, and I realised I hadn’t said anything at all since he pulled them from the bag.

“You… you bought me flowers,” I said quietly, looking up at him. Deans complexion pinkened slightly.

“I did,” he said, “Is that…ok?”

It was my time to blush slightly.

“Of course it is. They’re beautiful - thank you, Dean,” I smiled up at him, a smile that he returned in kind. Looking up into his evergreen eyes, I saw a side of him that I was incredibly unfamiliar with, but that wasn’t to say that I didn’t want to know more. 

“I should probably get these into some water before they start to wilt,” I said, tearing my eyes away from his before I did something to ruin the moment. Dean cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

“Good idea,” he said, before helping me search the cupboards.

“Do you guys even own a vase?” I asked, shooting him a raised brow. He paused for a moment, broad shoulders hunched over as he searched a cupboard at floor level.

“Good fucking question,” he laughed, his usual demeanour returning. We searched for a moment longer before he pulled out a pint glass.

“Will this work?” He looked between the glass and the flowers, almost as though he was waiting for the plants to respond themselves.

“Yeah, that should be fine,” I smiled at him as I took the glass and filled it with water, taking the paper off the flowers before carefully placing them in. Dean and I both stood back and admired how pretty they were, especially in contrast to the harsh metals in the bunkers kitchen. 

“You know, I think you’re supposed to cut the bottoms off the stems.”

“HOLY FUCK.”

“SAM! SERIOUSLY?!”

I almost collapsed from the shock of Sam suddenly reminding us that he was somehow still in the room. I don’t know how, but the moment that Dean had walked in, I’d completely forgotten that he was even standing over by the sink. Dean obviously hadn’t realised either, judging from the way he had his hand over heart, like he was trying to stop it from escaping his rib cage.

“You guys seriously forgot that I was here, didn’t you?” He gawped at us, throwing his arms up. Offering him a sheepish look, I glanced at Dean who did the same. He also threw in a nervous shrug for good measure. “You’re both ridiculous,” Sam’s words were exasperated as he dumped the towel he was holding on the dinner table and paced out of the room. Dean and I locked eyes for a moment, both reading the silence before we erupted into giggles.

“You’ve been here with him the whole time - how’d you forget he was there?” Dean questioned, starting to empty the other bags he’d brought home.

“I don’t know. I was talking to him about-” I paused, suddenly remembering the conversation we were having before. My eyes quickly flicked to Dean.

“About…?” He turned to face me from where he stood at the fridge, wearing a curious glint in his eye. I shook my head.

“I can’t even remember,” I lied, flashing him a quick grin to keep him unsuspecting. It seemed to work, as he turned back to what he was doing - loading a months worth of beer into the only fridge we had, apparently. “You distracted me. With flowers. Of course I was going to forget he was there,” I winced as the words tumbled out a little bitchier than I’d hoped for, yet Dean didn’t seem to care; if anything he chuckled as he turned around.

“You make it sound like no one has ever bought you flowers before,” he smiled as he walked over to me, and when I didn’t say anything, his smile dropped slightly. “You have been bought flowers before, right?” I looked up at him and bit my lip, shaking my head slightly. 

“Bobby used to buy them for me on my birthdays, but that was it. No one has ever handed me flowers and said what you said though,” I felt warm again simply remembering his words. They were simple. An honest statement not shrouded with ulterior motives. I thought you might like them. He had thought of me when he saw something as beautiful and soft as the wildflowers on our kitchen table. I always thought he might have likened me more to a hand grenade than anything else, considering how we first met.

“He didn’t- I mean, ex-boyfriends never bought you some for anniversaries or Valentine’s Day?” I knew who he was thinking of, and I was glad he didn’t mention his name. I shook my head.

“Nope, we were either too young for me to care about flowers, or I dated total douchebags who’d buy me a cheap dinner and pack of condoms,” I shrugged nonchalantly, yet I couldn’t stop the bitterness bubble in my gut a little. Dean wasn’t oblivious to this.

“I mean, It’ll be a lot of flowers, but I can make up for it.”

A whole day had passed since Dean bought me flowers, and the conversation I’d had with Sam was still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t slept well, overthinking every which way to strike up that particular conversation with the eldest Winchester. It wasn’t that big of a deal - I just wanted to know why he’d gone from, well, Dean, to some celibate nice-guy who brought me gifts. The only thing I could think was that I’d done something wrong to make him back away, yet I couldn't for the life of me pinpoint where I’d gone wrong. It was weird. Weird as fuck, and the concept of Dean having been replaced by an alien sounded entirely plausable. Then there was Sam, who, for a very intelligent and observant guy, seemed absolutely none the wiser. By the time 3AM had ticked by, I felt like I was still at square one, and even though it took almost another hour, a restless sleep eventually overcame me.

We sat in the library an hour or so after dinner, the silence thick except for the occasional turning of a page and the quiet hum of the vents. Dean was pretending to read whilst he sipped his beer, Sam was reading, but at an alarming rate, and I was doing my damndest to not self-destruct. The tiredness was catching up with me - to be honest it had been clawing at me for a good few hours now - and my mind kept darting back to how to instigate my conversation with Dean. It was all I could think about. I didn’t want to have to talk to him about this, but my self-sabotaging self conscience was screaming at me that it was my fault, therefore I had to fix it. Plus I was in no position to lose any more sleep over the whole thing, especially since everyone else seemed none the wiser. 

Eventually, after reading and then re-reading the same page over a dozen times I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor. Turning the only two heads that were in the room, I wearily announced that I was going for a walk. 

“I’ll go with you,” Dean stood quickly, sliding into the jacket he retrieved from the back of his chair.

“No it’s ok, I kinda need to clear my head,” I started walking towards the door, hoping he’d change his mind. He only laughed.

“Sweetheart, you attract trouble like a moth to a flame. I’m coming with you,” and with that, I lost that battle before it had even begun. He strode past me, heading for the garage. I frowned.

“I wanted to go for a walk,” I sighed, protesting.

“I know,” Dean replied casually, looking over his shoulder at me without halting, “but I thought of something better. Come on let's go” His tone left no room for negotiation so I followed him, albeit reluctantly. 

As we entered the garage and climbed into the car, the doors squeaking before slamming shut, I finally released the tension from my lungs in an exasperated sigh.

“Dean, just tell me what your plan is,” I slumped into the seat as he pulled away and out of the bunker, leaving it behind. He didn’t respond until we were on the road.

“Do you like sunsets?” He asked, the question out of the blue.

“What?”

“Do you like sunsets?” He asked again, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I looked at him for a moment, wondering where he was going with this before I finally answered.

“Yes, of course I like fucking sunsets. Dean what the fuck-”

“Just sit tight and see, ok?” 

And with that, he turned the music up and I folded my hands in my lap, watching as the world passed by through the window.

It wasn’t a long car ride, perhaps half an hour or so, but we were far enough away that I had no idea where we were. He pulled the car onto a grassy bank, the area relatively quiet considering the pleasant evening, and I sat quietly, waiting for him to say or do anything. When he turned the engine off, followed by the music, the sudden silence felt deafening; the only sound being the soft pat pat pat of his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Where are we?” I finally broke the silence, unable to sit in it for much longer.

“Waconda Lake,” he said calmly, opening his door and hoping out. 

“And do, pray tell, explain why you’ve brought me here?” I followed suit, slamming the door as I made my way around the front of the car. He threw a confused expression my way.

“You said you wanted to clear your head.”

I laughed, the sound a little false and disbelieving.

“My head is more muddled than it was before, Dean. You’re confusing the shit out of me.”

He held my gaze for a moment as he stepped closer, finally coming to stand beside me. We both leant on the hood of Baby, the warmth from the engine seeping through the metal and my jeans, bringing an odd sort of comfort. We both looked out over the expanse of water, watching quietly how the ripples lapped at the shore, the sound gentle on the ears. Moments passed, and when he didn’t say anything, I took a deep breath before carrying on - now was as good a time as any.

“Dean… has something happened between us? Because one minute I’m giving you head in the back of the impala and the next, you…. You barely touch me. Have I done something? Because I wracked my brain over and over and I can’t think for the life of me where I went wrong, but this-” I gestured to him and then myself, “doesn’t feel normal. It doesn’t feel like us.”

Dean took some time to gather his thoughts, his tongue poking through his lips to wet them, almost nervously.

“(Y/n), when I first met you, you were a bitch,” I blinked at his unexpectedly harsh words, but waited for him to continue without biting back. “You infuriated me to no end. But then, we had sex whilst working that case - probably the best sex I’d ever had up until that point to be honest - and then after a while… then you softened slightly. You let me in, let me know you, and I realised pretty damn quickly that actually, you were fucking awesome,” he paused, looking down at his boots for a moment before looking back up; that piercing gaze locking onto mine. “We had the best sex I think I’ve ever had, like… ever. Over and over, and I realised that, shit. I was obsessed with you. I noticed everything you did, and everything you said. I memorised what your footsteps sounded like coming down the hall whilst I laid in bed at night. Hell, I even shared pie with you. But then, after we’d finished watching all of those Lord of the Rings movies you said something that felt like a punch to my gut.”

Shit.

It was my fault that he’d been so distant, I fucking knew it. What was it? I watched a slight sadness cast over Deans features as my mind spun out of control - what the fuck did I say to him? Everything felt hazy; we’d gotten drunk that night and not every memory felt clear cut, but if Dean had remembered it then it must have been shitty. I looked up at him expectantly, urging him to continue and put me out of my misery.

“You said that we were just fuck buddies.”

I sucked a sharp breath in through my teeth. I remember that. I remember those words leaving my lips. I remember pushing him out of my room so I could shower and get dressed. I was oblivious - not a fucking clue that it affected him. I mean come on, it was Dean. I didn't think… I didn't think he would have wanted anything more. At least not from me. I looked back up at him, finally seeing the turmoil swimming in his eyes. He huffed out a shaky breath before carrying on.

“I didn't think it would have such a hold over me like it did. It was all I could hear when I went to bed that night; your words just playing around in my head. Then it fucking hit me - I didn't want that. I didn't want to be fuck buddies. Not with you.”

Now it was my turn to feel like I'd been punched in the gut. Was he breaking things off? Had he finally had enough of me and decided that I wasn't worth it? Was he… bored of me? I felt the hot tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision and obscuring my view of him. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I feared my voice would croak and my words would sound like a garbled mess. I thought he liked what we were doing. I thought he was happy. I guess I was wrong. 

Deans brows knit together as he noticed my tears, one escaping and leaving a quickly-cooling trail down my cheek. He reached forward, lifting my chin with his finger and wiped my sadness away with the rough pad of his thumb. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, slightly quicker than normal as he looked down at me, his finger lingering on my skin.

“Why are you crying?” He asked softly, the sun beginning to lower in the sky, ribbons of amber and gold settling over the surface of the lake and glowing against Deans skin. I sniffled.

“Because… I thought you liked what we were doing. I thought you enjoyed our intimacy. I’m sorry - I guess I was wrong. That’s my fault, I’m sorry-”

“What?” Deans eyes widened, “of course I did. Shit, I still do. I do. I love it, and I don’t want it to stop, but I want to do this right. With you,” he jumped up to stand in front of me, his hands had moved to the tops of my arms, his large palms gripping my biceps as though he was stopping me from flying away. 

“Do it right?” I was puzzled, having no idea what he meant. He straightened, releasing me and wiping a hand over his face. 

“Yeah. Do it right. I’m not the kind of guy that does this shit. I’m a hunter; by nature I fuck things up. I piss people off because I always do the wrong thing, and then they leave,” he paused, the break in his words heavy with apprehension. “I can’t fuck things up with you. I can’t have you leave because I’ve left you feeling used and given you nothing in return, or I’ve stood by and let someone else come along and sweep you off your feet. I can’t fucking do that.”

My breath felt like it was caught in my throat. What was he saying? Why does he look so nervous? What the fuck is going on?

“Dean- what’s going on? I don’t feel like that, and I don’t want to leave. Why are you so worried that I will?”

“Because it would fucking destroy me, (Y/n), and with you, for you, I need to do things right.”

He looked at me with more vulnerability than I’d ever expected to see from a man like him. Someone so rugged and hardened to the darkest parts of the world, who built impenetrable walls to protect himself because life had chewed him up and spat him out over and over and over again. He’d literally been to Hell, yet here he was, wearing a heart of glass on his sleeve, preparing to have it irreversibly shattered. I was about to step forward, to embrace him and reassure him that I wasn't going anywhere. That I couldn’t, not without him. He held his hands up slightly, like he was protecting himself from something that I couldn’t see, and I felt my heart clench, wanting nothing more than to reassure him that everything was ok. When he spoke next, his words held the same impact as a hurricane.

“(Y/n), I-I think… no, I am…

I’m in love with you.”

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[whimsyfinny]

Sunshine & Smoke

Chapter 1

Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: Sam and Dean have been following their father’s trail even after he’s gone, following leads from his journal and tying some loose ends. When they read of an unusual store he used to visit in the town they happen to be passing through, they can’t help but take a look - meeting (Y/), an omega on the edge, and when Dean saves her from a shitty situation, life could talk a turn in a whole different direction.

A/B/O dynamics, eventual smut

Warnings: language, violence, attempted assault

Chapter Word Count:

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A/N: FIRST OF ALL IM SO SORRY. I know it’s been months since I’ve posted anything, but tbh there is a reason and you’ll find out soon enough aha. SECOND OF ALL this is my first a/b/o fic! It won’t be a long one, tbh I intended for this to be a one shot but it would have been waaaaay too long haha. Anyway I hope you like it! It’s only been proof read by moi so please let me know of any errors!

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Shit. Shit. 

“Fuck!” 

I threw the empty pill bottle across my bathroom, watching as it ricocheted off the confined tiled walls before landing pitifully at my feet. Empty. 

Again. 

It seemed as though I was going through these scent blockers and heat suppressants faster than normal, which didn’t sit right. I only take one of each a day. Right? Thinking as hard as I could, my mind wandered back to the half dozen late shifts I’d stayed and worked over the last month. I would take an extra blocker a couple of hours before I was set to walk home after closing - normally around midnight. That’s almost an extra weeks worth of pills I’d used… Shit. 

“No use fretting over it now,” I muttered to myself as I hastily applied my mascara, almost blinded by the harsh white light framing the bathroom mirror. I took a step back as I finished acknowledging that my hair wasn’t going to play ball today and to just roll with the shitty cards the universe had dealt me. With already slightly smudged make up, I huffed in annoyance before I strode into my bedroom and threw on the outfit I’d laid out for myself. I poked my fingers through my tights three times, pulled the button off my shorts, stabbed myself with the safety pin I had used to replace said button, and got a white deodorant stain on the side of my black tank top. Luckily my flannel hid the stain and my boots went on without incident, allowing me to leave my apartment with an almost level head. I just had to pray to anything or anyone that would listen that I would make it to work unscathed. 

And that I didn’t catch the attention of any dickhead alphas.

Deans POV

“Hey Sammy, I remember dad saying something about a Hunters store around here,” I said over the music, one hand tapping the wheel and the other hanging out the window. The sun was out for once, and with it being late spring, the temperature was comfortable enough to drive slow with the windows down. The scent of food and freshness wafted on the warm breeze as I looked around, hoping my memory was serving me right.

“Yeah I think you’re right Dean,” Sam said, flicking through the pages of dads journal until he found what he was looking for. “‘Deadmans’ Emporium’, he wrote that it poses as a holistic store but doubles as a Hunters shop. He mentions a password though to get access.” 

“A password? Seriously? Did he write the magic word down?” I shook my head - these people should know a freakin’ Hunter when they see one. I continued to look out the window as I heard the turning of pages, listening as Sam searched for an answer. I took a deep breath, guessing dad didn’t write it down. Fucking typical. As I inhaled, the most delicious smell filled my senses - it was almost mouth watering, and I could practically feel the saliva pooling over my tongue.

“Shit, do you smell that? There must be a pie shop around here,” I pulled over and parked against the curb before Sam had a chance to say anything. Just as I was about to get out, he sighed. 

“Dean I don’t smell anything, you’re thinking through your stomach again.”

I sniffed the air again, practically tasting the apple and cinnamon as we both stepped out of the car, the metal doors creaking before they were slammed shut.

“Dude, are you getting sick? You seriously can’t smell that?” I frowned at him as we both stood on the sidewalk, my gaze travelling up and down the rows of shops and cafes; not spotting a single bakery or pie store. 

Well that's fucking weird.

I took a step back, the scent felt closer than before and with my stomach distracting me, I didn't see the person walking behind me until I'd bumped into them.

“What the fuck - watch where you're going!”

A sharp yet feminine voice cut through the air, and I turned to face her just in time to see her rip off her headphones. Before I could even get a word out, an unmistakable scent of anger and apprehension surrounded me, almost blotting out the heavenly smell from before. There was no mistaking it; she was an omega. And a grumpy one at that.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there - no need to bite my head off, geez,” I held my hands up in mock surrender, the bitterness of her frustration fading from my senses. She clicked her tongue against her teeth before shoving her headphones back on.

“Alphas,” was all she muttered before storming away.

I lowered my hands as Sam tentatively came to stand beside me, as though he was wary that the feisty omega would suddenly race back and punch him.

“What was that all about?” He breathed, as he watched after her.

I shrugged.

“Fuck if I know. She definitely wasn’t on scent blockers, that’s for sure. Could sense her bad mood a mile off.” I couldn't help but glance around a little more, hoping to catch sight of that hidden pie shop that was so clearly evading us. Upon realising that it was nowhere to be found and the previously lingering scent had now diminished with the breeze, I gave up on those efforts and went back to the task at hand: finding that Hunter store.

Y/Ns POV

The shop was the same as it was every day; with boxes and baskets of hundreds of different crystals and rocks and charms stacked neatly against the walls. Incense  lined one of the walls in varying types, colours and quantities, whilst all manner of candles cluttered a table in the middle of the room. Suncatchers hung in the open window, splattering rainbows onto every surface as wind chimes sung in the soft breeze. Everything from body jewellery to oil burners was available for purchase.

“You look like a ray of fucking sunshine,” my beta colleague, May, chirped from behind the counter as she shuffled her tarot deck, long nails and rings clacking together.

“Thanks, that makes me feel loads better,” I rolled my eyes at her, quickly dumping my backpack and headphones in my locker out back before returning to her at the main desk. “I ran out of scent blockers and heat suppressants this morning and I haven't had a heat for a while. I'm just on edge, I guess, knowing it could arrive any day now.”

Her expression softened as I sat on an old bar stool beside her, leaning across the counter.

“You want me to give you something herbal for it?”

I couldn't stop my nose from scrunching.

“That stuff literally tastes like dirt. Plus it's bitter.”

May grinned.

“It's not supposed to taste good, you know that right? It's medicine. Medicine never tastes good.”

“Yeah well, I'd rather wait for more pills thanks. I felt like I was burping up mud for a week the last time you gave me that goop.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, returning to shuffling her cards.

No more than half an hour had ticked by when the bell jingled and the door to the shop opened. I’d been organising the body jewellery display when I looked up to greet them, a forced smile on my lips.

“Good morning! Welcome to Deadman’s.”

“Hi- oh, Sammy, look who it is - it’s little miss sunshine.”

The moment he opened his mouth to talk, I remembered him straight away from this morning. How could I forget the alpha who stood on my foot and brushed his arm against mine, leaving behind an annoyingly pleasant scent behind - something akin to woodsmoke and fresh leather. It took a lot of deep breathing during the rest of my walk and ten minutes standing next to the burning sandalwood as soon as I arrived to get rid of it. I couldn’t help but huff and roll my eyes, glancing over at May who was laying a complex spread of tarot and oracle cards combined, looking for any sort of assistance from her. Yet, unsurprisingly, she looked at the two men and nodded, throwing me a wink and a thumbs-up. Not what I needed. 

“What can I say,” I said eventually in a dull tone, crossing my arms, “I’m always so thrilled when an oblivious alpha stands on my foot.”

The taller of the two chuckled slightly before shrugging, knowing that I was likely completely in my right to feel defensive from the get-go here. The broader one simply widened his eyes and scratched the back of his neck, looking more apologetic than before. 

“Yeah,” he looked me dead in the eye, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to - I was looking for pie.”

“Pie?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, pie,” he said again, without any further elaboration. 

“Ooh!” May suddenly perked up, clapping her hands as her bracelets jingled loudly, “apparently (Y/n) smel-”

“Ok!” I practically jumped in front of her, cutting her off abruptly and saving myself from any possible embarrassment that she might spew about me. I glanced towards the door where the two men were still standing, watching us with slight amusement. 

“Anyway,” I started, smoothing the invisible wrinkles from my tank top, “Is there anything we can help you gents with today?”

They seemed to both suddenly remember why they were here and stepped further into the shop, clearing their throats as their boots thudded against the exposed floorboards. 

“Uh, yeah, we’re looking for a shop that sells what might be considered unusual or… occult… items, and we’ve been led to this place by our dad. Apparently he used to be a regular here.”

May and I shared another look, this time one of caution as she stopped what she was doing and I placed the box of body jewellery down on top of the display cabinet. 

“Huh,” I bit my lip as I watched the two strange men shift under our sudden scrutinous gazes. With my arms now folded across my chest, I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, letting the silence hang for a second. “So… who’s your daddy dearest?”

“Oh uh, his name was John. John Winchester,” the tallest one spoke, a sudden sadness on his features, vanishing as soon as it appeared.

The air suddenly felt cold in my lungs. He said ‘was’. John Winchester ’was’ their father. John.

“John’s your dad?” My voice cracked slightly, hoping I didn’t hear them correctly.

“Why did you say ‘was’? What do you mean ‘was’?” May was suddenly on her feet behind the front desk, a look of panic shining in her wide eyes.

The two men looked at each other briefly before the broader alpha spoke this time.

“He died, a few months back,” his voice was gruff with bottled up grief. I could tell just from one look at him that this was a man who didn’t talk about his feelings, who didn’t shed tears in his sorrow, regardless of how smothering it was. And I know first hand just how suffocating that sadness could be. He swallowed an invisible lump in his throat just as May let out a quiet sob as my chest suddenly felt tighter than before.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I all but whispered, smothering my own sadness. “So that means that you boys are Dean and Sam,” I looked between them as May brushed past me into the back of the store, unable to control her tears. They shared a look of surprise. 

“Your dad spoke about you a lot, you know,” I unfolded my arms from my chest and relaxed my stance a little, stepping around them slowly until I reached the front door which I locked with a loud CLICK. They both looked at me quizzically.

“He did?” The tallest one, who I assumed to be Sam, asked with a questionable tone and raised brows. I smiled, yet the sadness stopped it from reaching my eyes.

“Yeah,” I started walking towards the back of the store where May had gone, gesturing for the boys to follow. “I could tell he was proud of you and what you did. To be honest, we should have realised something was up when he didn’t stop by.”

“He came by often?” The infuriatingly pleasant scented one, who must have been Dean, asked, his attention piquing.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” I pushed open a heavily decorated wooden door, the fabric of the tapestries pinned to its surface were soft to the touch. He huffed.

“No, we didn’t,” Deans tone was abrupt, so I felt it best to leave the conversation at that. Of course, these guys have lost their father and the last thing that they probably want is some stranger barging in on their business. 

“Well,” I started, adding one last final detail before diverting the conversation away, “he always phoned ahead to order certain supplies-”

“Supplies?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, nothing ever too major, normally it was simple things like herbs and specialist bullets, or the occasional talisman or lore book. He was supposed to make a collection a few weeks ago actually; an order for a bunch of books and new rosaries. We should have known something was up when he didn’t show, considering he normally arrives like clockwork armed with breakfast and coffee.” I couldn't stop my lip from twitching in a fleeting fond smile, before quickly dropping it and wringing my fingers awkwardly. The room was quickly becoming pungent with the smell of grief and sadness, the scent bitter on my senses as I tried to figure out who it was coming from; or if it was simply from the both of them.

I wiped my hands on my tights and cleared my throat before leading them further into the back of the shop. We passed through our combined staff and locker room, Sam having to duck under the occasional low-hanging dream catcher before approaching a large steel door adorned with half a dozen locks of varying sizes and painted with a handful of different sigils. I’d already entered the room earlier in the day, so all it took was for me to slide one large bolt across for the thing to swing open.

“Well that’s not creepy as shit,” I heard Dean mutter under his breath as the two peered into the pitch black room. I couldn’t help but chuckle, striding past them and into the looming shadows that reached every corner. Even when I flicked on the light, illuminating rows and rows of shelves housing meticulously labelled boxes, the air still felt heavy and thick as though we were deep underground in a cave or cellar- not a mere backroom. 

“Wow, it’s like an evidence lock up in here,” Sam said quietly, his eyes surveying the area before stepping in.

“Yeah,” I breathed, walking over to a particular box on the far side of the room labelled in big black letters; “WINCHESTER”. “Keeping some of the items that we do under lock and key definitely requires the same level of organisation - if not more.” I pulled the box off the shelf, the weight of it taking me by surprise as it almost slipped from my grip. Before I even had a chance to catch it, Dean was at my side, sliding his arms round the box and bearing most of the weight in an instant. The gasp that flew from my lips when his rough fingers grazed mine was involuntary, and I made the mistake of looking up at him to thank him. His eyes, the same green as a forest at dawn pierced into my own and that familiar scent of woodsmoke and leather wrapped around me, catching me off guard. I quickly pulled away, unable to stop the heat from creeping up my neck and across my cheeks. He looked as though he was about to say something when his voice seemed to catch in his throat, his eyes widening as they flitted about my features.

“Y-you - it was you-” he stuttered, his chest rising and falling a little faster than before.

“What-”

“Dean what are you-” Sam had started to interject with concern before Dean cut him off.

“Pie,” he said abruptly.

“What are you on about?” 

“You’re the pie,” he snapped his head around to look at Sam, “She’s the pie- from earlier,” the tone of his voice was a flurry of emotions and I couldn’t seem to pinpoint a single one to latch onto. Sam simply stood up straight and tilted his head, a look of curiosity finding his features and a small smile on his lips.

“Huh, how about that,” was all he said before May burst into the room, her jingling jewellery always reminding me of a cat with a bell on its collar. Her face was flushed and blotchy, eyes puffy and nose a little pink. She was clearly devastated to hear about John. They’d always had good conversations when he arrived an he had always treated us like good friends or family.

“What's going on in here?” She asked, and I was surprised to not hear a tremble in her voice.

“Well,” Sam began before myself or Dean could even open our mouths, “Dean says that (Y/n) smells like pie.”

“Huh,” May huffed, her expression now almost identical to that of Sam's from before. “How about that.”

The afternoon had passed by without further incident. We introduced ourselves properly and they did the same, even showing us some of their dads journal from where he’d written about us on occasion after his visits. The brothers had collected the items their father had ordered, as well as purchased a few things of their own before giving their thanks and heading out. Evening had rolled around and the sky was flushed with pinks and oranges as the sun began to dip behind the buildings. I peered between the suncatchers out of the front window, apprehension starting to bubble. It would be dark within the hour and I still had to walk home. No scent blockers to mask the fact that I was an omega with an impending heat - the whole ordeal with Deans blissful scent filling my head earlier hadn't helped in the slightest, and I'd felt warm ever since. The walk to my apartment wasn't long, but it was long enough for something to go horribly wrong.

“Want me to walk home with you?” May offered politely as she switched the lights off, draping her bag over her shoulder, her whimsical outfit glowing in the last rainbows from the suncatchers. I shook my head, knowing she needed to get home.

“It's ok, I'll power walk like a bitch and get home in 5 minutes,” I grinned, offering an ounce of confidence. She didn't seem convinced, yet she didn't argue.

“Just text me when you get home, ok?” 

“Of course,” I reassured her as we both stepped outside, locked the store, and went our separate ways. 

Despite my headphones being comfortably on my head, I played no music. As a result it only made the thud thud thud of my boots on the pavement more deafening as I hurried home, eager to avoid hungry eyes. The air was beginning to chill, yet it acted more like a cooling balm for the heat that had started to prickle under my skin. At this point, it was hard to tell if my exertion or my heat was to blame for that, and now was seriously not the time to find out. 

Every shadow painted on concrete surfaces by the setting sun set me on edge, every flutter of a birds wings made my heart palpitate, and every person I passed nearly stopped me in my tracks. I did my best not to pay attention, but I couldn't help but feel the gazes from heads turned when my scent reached them, often bringing them to a halt. 

Halfway. I was almost halfway home when the one sound I didn't want to hear sounded loud and clear, sinking to the pit of my stomach with dread - heavy footsteps racing up behind me. One pair at first, but another quickly joined, though a little further away. With the fear of what could possibly happen to me looming just on the horizon, I broke into a run without even looking back, making it no more than a few strides before a hand wrapped around my wrist in a painful grip and spun me around. At first I was petrified - frozen stiff by this aggressive, unknown alpha that had decided to try his luck. I didn’t recognise him, but he didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary - just an average guy on the outside. Though the slightly crazed glint in his eye along with his almost sour scent and the way he licked his lips was enough to make my stomach churn and skin crawl. I squeezed my eyes shut as he yanked me closer to him, my headphones clattering to the ground when something else happened. A silver lining to my impending doom. A figure, tall and dark and moving fast on long strides appeared behind my attacker, standing almost a whole head above him and with an expression that could make death itself quiver in his boots.

Dean 

Barely having a chance to process anything that was unfurling in front of me, Dean had yanked the Alpha back by his shoulders with a grip strong enough to make the first crunch. The second crunch was one of high impact; a blunt force colliding with a jaw, possibly dislocating it and splattering teeth and blood across the pavement. And the third crunch was more of a sickening thud as a limp body hit the floor. I stood frozen to the spot, my mind unable to keep up with everything unfurling in front of me. Though I jumped into action as soon as I saw Dean reach from the attackers limp body, wearing a face of fury, his fist still clenched.

“Dean- Dean you don't- you'll kill him,” I panicked, not knowing what he was fully capable of as an alpha. Knowing he was John Winchester's son, I would assume he was capable of terrible things, even if they were heroic at heart. Reaching for him, I wrapped my fingers around his arm. He was without his leather jacket now, despite night drawing in, and I was surprised to feel how hot his skin was beneath this flannel. It almost made me flinch, if it wasn't for the fact that I had to do something now before this stranger became flesh coloured jelly on the sidewalk. It didn’t help the situation that passersby were all beginning to stop and watch the scene unfold.

“Dean,” I pleaded, using both hands now to try and pull him away. He growled, a sound that almost made my heart dance. 

“This scumbag was about to fucking run off with you,” he turned to me, eyes wide.

“I know, and he didn't - you saved me, Dean, he can't hurt me now. But we need to go, I need to get ho-”

“I should make sure he's dead,” he made to step forward again, but then something unusual happened. I did something that I've never done before, and in all honesty it was as though I had no control over the words that left my lips.

“Alpha,” my voice was firm yet pleading as I tightened my grip on his arm. He froze. “Please. Please Alpha, we need to go.”

He faced me, eyes still wide, but the murderous rage was quickly dissipating. Silence hung between us for a few breaths before he sighed and relaxed enough for me to relinquish my grip on him.

“Ok,” he said, “but we’re making sure you get there safely.”

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The smarter choice

The smarter choice - Pt. 2

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Hi beautiful people!

I'm looking at coming out of my hiatus! A lot has happened, and tbh life has been a bit of a whirlwind... Because of this, I'm also taking a break from writing my book, but I need to keep the creativity flowing. So please feel free to send me prompts or requests for oneshots! I look forward to writing for everyone again!

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Hi everyone!

So, ngl, I didn't think I'd be posting this so soon, but I'm going to be taking a bit of a hiatus. Basically I've been working on my own book, and I'm balls deep in this manuscript and if I stop to write anything else at all, it's never going to get finished. I've had amazing support from my closest people, so I really need to see this through.

But have no fear! The fanfics will continue! Once I find an agent and can hand things over to them, I'll take a break and carry on.

So please be patient with me, my brain doesn't sleep at the moment because it's full of fanfic ideas and original ideas and it's essentially just chaotic mush in my skull at this point.

I'm still adding to taglists and responding to messages/comments etc, I just won't be posting for a bit.

I love you all, and tbh the main reason I've gotten so far with my own book is because you guys made me feel good about my writing, and if/when I eventually get published, my thanks will be aimed at everyone here.

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My brain turned to absolute GOOP ❤️‍🔥🖤🫠

psycho killer ☽｡⋆ - d.w

summary: dean uses you to prove a point to sam.

word count: 8.7k (damn..)

warnings: there’s so many omg 🫢 smut. dubcon. y/n humping deans boot LMAO. knife play and insertion, detailed description of blood, killing, violence etc. dean being really rough with y/n. pet names: bunny, baby, mutt. LOTS of cum. sam hearing y/n and dean cum. dean and sam bullying y/n. swear words. dean pushing y/n past her limits. mentions of 3sum. spanking. bruises. dean skull fucking y/n. dean trying to kill y/n (duhh) dean also alluding to kidnapping y/n. NOT PROOFREAD. there’s probably more but i think those are the major ones. seriously tho, read with caution cuz this is probably one of my darkest fics (for now 😛)

a/n: so..this was supposed to be posted for halloween..so happy halloween!! lmao idk what happened i was too high and my days blended together lol. anyways i hope you guys like it! it’s pretty dark and gross but there’s so many ways i can take this, ahhh my lil brain is so excited >.< EDIT: sorry im stupid i forgot to add this earlier lolz i was imagining like s1-s2 sam and dean when i was writing this so if you find the relationship between them a bit “different” thats why. but feel free to imagine them however !

enjoy! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

sam and dean winchester. most people haven’t heard those names in years. the brothers went on a hunt one night and was never heard of or seen again. everyone assumed they were killed or maybe something worst…well, it’s something worst..

“sam, what’s taking so damn long?” dean frustratedly said after peeking through the curtains again. “relax man, this takes time” sam replied just as frustrated, not bothering to look at his brother and continued his obnoxiously loud typing. he’s currently trying to…actually dean has no fucking idea what sam’s been doing at the computer for the last hour. all he knows is that he’s getting impatient, his hands are trembling slightly, his mind is racing, he can’t think about anything else. he feels like he needs a cigarette but the more he really thinks about it, it’s something else he craves. blood, screams, agony. the feeling of his knife when he drives it hard into someone’s stomach, or neck..or back.. the sounds, the look, the smell. just thinking about it gets his stomach flipping with anticipation.

everyone knows that dean is a killer, even before he actually became a killer. he always had it in him. he could come home completely drenched in someone’s blood and still sleep at night..comfortably. this is like a stress reliever to him. he’s cold, ruthless and doesn’t hold back either. and, he’s not afraid to get messy, in fact, he loves when it gets messy.

sam on the other hand, is too smart for his own good. he thought himself how to hack and code in just under a week, he perfectly plans out their kills and erases all evidence of him and dean, weather that be by deleting surveillance footage or cleaning up the scene after dean is done. wiping away any trace of dna, cleaning up the blood, disposing of the body. so smug with himself about not being on the police’s radar..yet.

“annnnnnd…done” sam shut the laptop, shifting in his seat to face dean. “she’s at 24 hedgedale road. she’s having a little halloween party with a couple of her friends…” sam started before giving dean all the vital details he needs to know, like how many people are in the house, what the target looks like so he kills the right person (he fucked up last time) and any cameras or exits he needs to be aware of. dean nodded, listening but also couldn’t help but get more and more excited, each word sammy spoke means another word less of information and he can finally get going. feeling amped up and starting to pace the room. “dean.” sam spoke and dean popped his head up, his thumb and index finger still tapping against his chin. “make it hurt”

after that dean, wasted no time to get ready, smoking a cigarette before rinsing his face with cold water and quickly taking a few moments to look at himself in the dingy motel mirror. the corners of his lips are dry and cracked, his eye bags are dark and exhausted and his normal light green sparkly eyes are so dark they almost look black, the pretty sparkle is gone and has been for a while.. he looks sick and pale, but he shrugged it off. getting dressed in a pair of black jeans, big black boots and a black hoodie. bringing his knife, mask and leather gloves to put on later.

“meet me on the corner of 6th and jenkins” sam said right before dean was about to get in his car. “yep” dean nodded “and i’ll be in your ear piece if anything goes wrong jus-“ dean rolled his eyes, hearing the same spiel since the past year. he cut him off by slamming the car door shut and starting up the engine. sam would roll his eyes and throw his hands up in the air in defeat and dean would smirk and chuckle as he zoomed off in the impala.

a few minutes later dean would turn on the private channel that sam was waiting in, “hey sammy?”

“dean. are you there?” sam asked almost too eagerly “not yet, almost. but i wanted to ask..why this girl?”

sam would pause for a second, thinking of what to say but instead he tried to change the subject “what, having second thoughts?” he teased which earned a sarcastic chuckle from his brother. “yes i am. after a year of do this shit, this is the time that i’m getting cold feet” dean spoke again after a few seconds of silence. “but for real though, why is she so special? you picked her for a reason, you changed the subject when i first asked about her and you’re so adamant that i do this right..” sam sighed, shaking his head. knowing he can’t get anything passed his brother, he knows him too well and will eventually manipulate it out of him.

“she’s just someone i used to know..”

“all our victims are someone we used to know”

sam let out a heavy sigh, knowing dean won’t let it go and him himself being too tired to fight against it. “shes just a girl…that i fucked a couple times..and, then she got back with her boyfriend” deans eyes narrowed, knowing sam is playing down his feelings towards you, and mostly likely the relationship between you two.

“sam..” dean started, feeling a surge of anger and uncertainty about how personal it is to sam and doubting his feelings towards her. “dean stop. it’s nothing like that-“

“did you love her?”

sam scoffed and let out a frustrated laugh, “of course not.” dean visibly cringed at sam’s lie. normally sam can lie. he can probably lie and manipulate his way out of a murder charge. but he can’t lie to dean. he tries, but dean can always tell. maybe it’s because dean practically raised him..or maybe sam’s a bit intimidated by dean..

“okay sammy, i don’t really care if you did or even still do, is this still gonna happen? ‘cause once she’s dead, she’s dead. there’s no going back, not anymore” he muttered the last part under his breath.

“y-yes, dean. i know.” he sounded more sure of his answer this time but dean still didn’t believe him. he knows some part of sam still has some feelings for you, and that doesn’t make sam 100% sure, which is one of their two rules. sam probably doesn’t even know he has these feelings because they’re masked with hate, anger, betrayal and probably a little heartbreak.

dean took a few moments before responding to sam, thinking up a sick and twisted idea to get sam to admit the truth. “glad we’re on the same page sammy, i’m here.” dean muted the channel and ignored sam’s frustrated comments before parking baby in the designated hidden location, behind some trees that’s located across the house.

stepping out of the car and resting against the hood dean smoked another cigarette, taking his time and enjoying the eeriness of the cold, wet, dark and foggy forest. he put the cigarette out, smushing it between his thumb and a tree, the pain giving him a small jolt of energy and causing a shiver to go down his spine. “sammy?” dean unmuted the channel, “yea, i’m here. you ready?”

“almost..” dean took in a deep breath, taking in the cool air, closing his eyes as he breathed out, flashes of blood and silver reflections coming from his knife ran through his mind. he imagined, almost planned on how he was gonna kill you. he imagined your screams, where’d you’d run, would you fight back? or just give up.. “ready.”

“3..” sam started to count down, dean pulled on his gloves and mask, pulling up his hood also.

“2..” he gripped his knife tight, so tightly that his hands were shaking. he gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. desperately waiting for sam to say..

“1, happy hunting”

dean took off, effortlessly working his way throughout the woods, like he’s done many times before. making his way towards the isolated cabin you and your friends stupidly decided to have a little halloween party in, despite hearing that there’s a killer on the loose. dean watched from outside the window, staying low and hidden in the shadows.

“i don’t know about this..” you admitted to your best friend, feeling apprehensive about wearing such a revealing outfit. “girl. don’t be a prude. boys don’t like that” you opened your mouth to say something but stopped, immediately giving up knowing it’s no use to fight. “all done!” you friend exclaimed and jumped back, taking in her make up job from afar. “so cute! get dressed quickly, we’re missing the party” she whined out leaving the room. taking a quick look in the mirror at your pink painted nose and white whiskers, your eye makeup done in a way that makes your eyes look wide and innocent. not wanting to waste anymore time, you pulled off your oversized shirt and was about to reach for your white dress when you heard a groan. so loud and clear you jumped back and instinctively went to cover your naked body. but when you looked to the window, where you thought you heard the groan from, no one was there. feeling super uncomfortable but brushing it off as you just being kinda spooked out from it being halloween night. regardless, you got dressed as fast as you could and left the room.

“wow sammy, your girls fuckin’ gorgeous” dean admitted almost with hearts in his eyes, now understanding why sam may have some left over feelings for you. how can he not? you’re so pretty, and small, and innocent, and breakable. dean couldn’t help but groan out loud at the sight of your naked body, perfect tits bouncing as you shimmied to pull up your dress, your ass absolutely devouring your thong, the way your thighs pudged in those cute little knee high socks. his cock twitched a bit as he took you in, getting distracted and almost caught by you.

“bad move, getting dressed in front of a window, is she dumb?” dean genuinely asked. “what? dean no..wait, she was naked? you seen her naked?” dean held in a laugh, picturing sam’s face getting all red and flustered with jealousy. “yep, our girl gave me a full show.” dean bit his lip in amusement, waiting for sam to blow up. “i mean, whew, the rack this girl has on her. god! and her ass is so- ugh sammy, you just had’ta be there. her little tattoo right on her-“ sam finally spoke “she doesn’t have a tattoo…” his voice soft and jealousy laced. dean couldn’t help but smirk and sam could hear it on the other end, “well, now she does.”

sam stood silent for a moment, trying to breathe through the anger but.. misplacing it as anger towards you “whatever dean, just..get it done already”

“woah, wait little brother, is that..jealousy i hear in your voice?” dean continued to tease. “wha-no! i just don’t wanna be here all night.”

“sure sammy. ya’know, it’s not to late to say stop…i mean, until it is..” dean said half serious, hinting at sam that if he wants him to stop he should let him know soon before he’s too far gone to control. “got it, can you do your job now?” he brushed him off to which dean shrugged, moving to find another window to watch from. you were standing awkwardly in the kitchen, lightly bobbing your head to the music with a drink in your hand. dean couldn’t help but chuckle out how out of place you look, it’s clear that this is not your scene at all though you put yourself in uncomfortable situations to please other people. it shouldn’t be hard at all to get you outside and alone.

he continued to creep, watching everyone else at the party as well and noticing that’s your friend left with her boyfriend a couple minutes ago and it seems like they’ll be gone a while. leaving you alone and vulnerable and leaving sam an opening to lure you away from the party.

“sam.” dean spoke “it’s time.”

sam immediately got to work, setting up his recordings before calling your phone but hacking it so the caller id shows your best friends name. “hey where are you?” you spoke in the phone, only now realizing that you haven’t seen her in a while. on sam’s end, he’d play an ai recording of your best friends voice “hey, can you come outside? tyler broke up with me” sam hung up, feeling proud of his abilities and tech skills, editing your best friends voice to sound sad and whimpery, even adding in a few sniffles. dean watched as your expression changed from confused to concerned as you immediately left out the front door to find your friend.

“nice sammy. we still good?” dean asked one more time, his eyes not leaving you as you dumbly scanned the trees for your friend. “..y-yeah” he rolled his eyes but continued, lightly following behind you as you hesitatingly entered deeper into the forest, figuring that your friend may be at the make out tree.

about to call out her name but gasping instead as you heard a crunch behind you, whipping around to see a very tall and built figure dressed in black clothes, wearing a mask and holding a knife. the fear paralyzed your body as it took your brain a few seconds to actually register, only reacting when the man launched forward towards you. you dropped to the floor at his feet and begged for your life. “no no! please, please don’t hurt me!” your cried out, your heart was beating out of your chest and your wanted to throw up from how much anxiety burned in your stomach, your hands trembling with fear and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. “god..-“ dean groaned out at her begging and crying, the harder she cried the harder he got, and her little begs for her life are just so cute and adorable.

“beg again, bunny” the cold metal of the tip of his knife was pressed under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “pl-please don’t hurt me, ill give you anything you want, whatever your want just please-“

“anything i want?” he raised an eyebrow even though she couldn’t see from his mask, but he voice was deep, low and sultry. “ye-yes please! don’t kill me i beg you” you were too busy rambling that you didn’t even know what you were agreeing too. big mistake. “hm..” he hummed in response before tangling his large hand in your hair and dragging you up to your feet, “let’s play a game pretty bunny.” he tapped your nose with the tip of his knife, his grip in your hair still strong. “i’m gonna give you a 60 second head start, if you get away, then you get away…” he shrugged, “but if i catch you, you give me anything i want, deal?” he smacked your ass and backed away. without giving you any time to process he began counting down from 60.

“hop to it white rabbit, times runnin’ out”

before your mind could even comprehend this, your legs ran as fast as they could, hoping to find help or at least somewhere to hid in less then a minute, heart still beating out of your chest so hard it feels like your gonna have a heart attack. trying your absolute hardest to navigate through the trees in the dark, with tear filled eyes.

“dean, what are you doing?” sam spoke through the ear piece, “what’s it look like? i’m playing with my food.” deans voice was laced with hunger and anticipation, “okay but, why? just kill her now” he was slightly annoyed at sam telling him when and how to do his job, so he gave him shitty answer. “she’s hot, and i wanna have some fun first before i gank her. you have a problem with that?”

“no, no..just don’t get carried away y’know? we’re still on a time crunch.”

“don’t worry sammy, we’ll be quick” he smirked and went after you, moving much more faster and swiftly than you, and of course, catching up to you in now time. it’s like you didn’t even try and to be honest, deans kinda disappointed, expecting much more from you. “oh little bunny, did you even try?” he called out, seeing your face twist up in panic and fear before you ran away. he grinned, enjoying the chase a bit too much. adrenaline and bloodlust pumping through his body as he took off again, seeing you resting against a tree in the distance, desperately trying to catch your breath. he hid in the shadows and waited for her guard to come down.

“oh my god, oh my god..” you panicked quietly to yourself, frantically searching your pockets for your phone, and fumbling to call the police. your thumb just about to press the call button, but instead your phone was snatched from your hands and snapped in half right in front of your face. “bad move bunny, we made a deal, remember?” he lifted the knife to her throat, pressing the blade against her delicate skin so she can feel how sharp it is. “i caught you, so you give me anything i want, yeah?” still scared for her life she nodded, hoping that if she agrees with him, he won’t hurt her.

“then kiss me” he removed his mask, dropping it to the ground and still leaving his hood up. “wha..what?” you asked completely confused and scared, looking up into his eyes, not daring to look elsewhere. dean smushed his lips against yours, knife still close to your throat as he tried to deepen the kiss but your lips were stiff and you tried to pull away. a frustrated growl left deans lips as he grabbed a tight fist full of your hair and pressed the knife against your temple, hard enough to cut into your skin and cause blood to drip down your face. “that’s what we fuckin agreed on” he spat through his teeth, small specks of spit flying from his mouth and landing randomly on your face. “i catch you, you give me anything i want. unless you want me to just kill you” unsure of what to do or how to answer, your legs are trembling so much that your be on the floor if you weren’t pinned against this man and a tree. “okay, okay, yes i’m sorry. please i’m sorry” you apologized for resisting, now understanding that he wants someone to listen and obey him. hoping that going down that route will get you out of here alive. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean too please give me another chance” trying your best to sound calm. deans look and grip softened a bit and he moved the knife back to your neck, dragging your head forward and crashing his lips with yours, kissing him back this time with the same amount of hunger. dean biting down on your lip as he pulled away for air, his sharp canines breaking your skin, your swollen bottom lip now bleeding, to which dean happily licked up, sucking on the wound a bit before soothing it over with his tongue.

“good girl, you taste so good” he was slightly breathless when he pulled away, lips all pink and swollen and bloodstained, you actually weren’t sure if he was talking about the taste of your lips or the taste of your blood..and it sent a shiver down your spine, but thankfully you did what he wanted and you’re free to go- “get on your knees” his voice was deep, mean and demanding. you looked up at him with confused and fearful eyes. “b-but you said you’ll let me go if i did anything you want” you protested, not sure where you got the confidence to speak up from. “i didn’t say that” a slight smirk growing on his lips, his hand still tight in your hair and the knife still pressed against your throat. “i said if i catch you, you let me do anything i want. i didn’t say nothin’ about letting you go” his smile was now twisted and sinister. something is clearly very wrong with him, that mixed with his short temper is what makes him so terrifying and unpredictable. “why are you doing this?” you cried out, but still slid down on your knees anyways, sitting between his large legs and looking up at him.

“well..sammy said so” dean said casually, as if that explains anything. “s-sammy?..sam? s-sam winchester?” that’s a name you haven’t heard in almost a year, sam winchester broke your heart. just up and left one night and you’ve never heard of him.. until now. “so what are you? his little henchmen or something?” dean glared down at you, “he picks the person, you kill them? so you just do what he says like a good dog” you snapped back, anger and rage now starting to set it. dean stood silent for a few moments, feeling his hands start to shake from nerves and frustration. he should just kill her, but he’s dying to know what makes her so special. “you like talking huh?” he finally spoke, crouching down to her level, still glaring and his jaw clenching. “let’s see how well you yap with your pretty mouth stuffed.” he spat and stood up again, stretching out to his full height and towering over you. he moved his leg in between yours, his shoe pressing against your crotch and his knee pressing into your chest, trapping you against the tree while he fumbled with his belt and the button on his jeans.

you stood silent, even though you wanted to yell and argue with him. you’ve noticed that the more you fight and disobey, the more your chances of survival goes down. “open your mouth” dean said, pulling his already hard cock from his jeans, pumping himself a few times. you shook your head no and dean groaned out tired and frustrated at your misbehaving. “i said open your fucking mouth” he spat and then actually spit in your face, the glob landing near your mouth on your cheek. “and i said no”

“fine. you wanna do this the hard way and be a stupid fucking brat?” he pinched your nose shut, “good thing i love the hard way.” he pressed the tip of his cock against your tightly closed lips, waiting and anticipating for you to open your mouth and take a breath. you were still stubborn, you know you can’t fight this but you’d rather turn blue in the face then open your mouth for him. “i can do this all night, bunny” he smirked as you started to become desperate for air. his smirk twisting into a grin as he knew you’d open your mouth soon. precum leaked from his tip and smeared across your lips just at the thought of your big mouth stuffed full of his cock.

“fu-!” you finally gasped, unable to hold your breath anymore and feeling so dizzy. dean shoved his cock into your mouth with such force that you hit the back of your head against the tree. roughly pushing all the way in until he bottomed out. you gagged and choked around him, your jaw muscles and lips being stretched out. “ahhh, atta girl” he sighed, tipping his head back and resting in your mouth.

“dean? is it done?” sam spoke through the earpiece, snapping dean out of the enjoyment that is the warmth and softness of your mouth. dean hooked his thumb behind your bottom teeth, gripping and holding your jaw open.

“sammy!” dean exclaimed enthusiastically, “not yet little brother, still got a few more inches to go”

“oh..what?”

“since you want me to spell it out for ya..i got my dick half way down your girls throat” he couldn’t help but end his sentence with a chuckle. absolutely loving the power he has over both you and his brother. “dean, what?! that’s not-what the fuck?!” he continued to laugh at his brothers outburst. “what’s the problem sammy? she had a little mouth on her so, i had to take care of it. besides, it’s not like i’ve never fucked a girl before i killed her” you cried out at the last bit, drool starting to pool and drip down deans thumb.

“no its-.. its just, we don’t have much time, she’s been twenty minutes already..” dean can practically hear sam’s pout as he can hear the choking and gagging noise coming from you in the background. “true. i’ll hurry. but real quick..why didn’t you tell me her mouth felt this good? depending on how her pussy feels i may hold off on killing her for now.”

“just hurry up dean..” sam muted the channel, thinking over deans words and ignoring the jealousy that pumped through his blood. he wondered if dean was just talking or if he’ll actually back out. trying to play out both scenarios in his head and getting mixed feelings about both outcomes. feelings he doesn’t recognize anymore.

“hear that? think your pussy will feel good enough it’s worth sparing your life?” he gave you a look as if he was expecting an answer, “hm?” he raised an eyebrow. “what’s wrong? your mouth was goin’ a hundred miles an hour just a few minutes ago…” his tone was mocking, reaching down to brush a few strands of hair away from your face. the way your makeup was starting to run down your face made his cock twitch against your tongue. “hm, we’ll see” he muttered quietly to himself with a slight shrug, before shifting and spreading his legs a bit wider, his shoe pushing deep into your crotch and you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the pressure, starting to feel your wetness seep through your underwear. being too scared for your life to actually notice, but your pussy’s been wet since he started to chase you through the woods, only getting more and more turned on since then. your minds been screaming and thinking up ways to break free and run but, your body has you planted on your knees, looking up at this terrifying man and tasting his pretty cock.

dean applied pressure to your teeth, wanting you to open your mouth as wide as you can. feeling he may break your teeth, you obeyed ignoring the pain and discomfort as he shifted again and gripped the back of your head tightly. “jus relax bunny” he mumbled as he pushed himself deeper, slipping himself down your throat and forming a noticeable bulge. “fuuck that’s so hot” he groaned out and bucked his hips forward, gagging you a bit but quickly regaining your composure and trying your hardest to relax your throat and fight against your gag reflex. he continued to push until your nose met with his pelvis, and then smushed your face against him, wanting all of himself in your mouth and holding you there for a minute before pulling you completely off his cock. immediately gasping for air and coughing, trails of spit and precum still connected your lips to his cock. “got anything you wanna say?” he leaned down bringing his ear to your mouth, taunting you. you glared up at him, wiping away some of the spit with the back of your hand. “fuck y-“ your words got cut off by deans cock down your throat again. he returned his grip on your head and began to skull fuck you, moving your head to match his thrust. “you’re so dumb.” he laughed, “stupid little bunnies like you never learn..don’t open your mouth unless you want it stuffed”

you hummed at his words, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep groan and throw his head back, his thick neck looking pretty in the moonlight.

subconsciously, you’ve started to lightly roll your hips, brushing your clothed clit against the hardened leather of deans boot. small whimpers and eventually moans escaped your lips as you sped up your movements a bit, hoping dean won’t notice.

“fuck bunny, your mouths so good baby. so nice ‘n warm.” he moaned out, and slowed his movements, still moving your head down his length as if your nothing but a pocket pussy for him. “turns you on, huh? having a random guys dick down your throat..is that why your humping my leg like a mutt?” you stopped your movements, your already flushed cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. “i didn’t say stop” he spat, “keep fuckin going” blinking away tears, you started to roll your hips again, going slow and matching his pace. “that’s my good girl..” he groaned out, thrusting back into your mouth. “jus’ keep going, just like that dirty girl.”

you sped up a bit at his encouragement, grinding your clit down on him and moaning around him. for dean, the sight was extremely hot. looking down and seeing you already staring back at him, your teary eyes are big and needy, your mouth is all messy, his hand still deeply tangled in your hair. your hips rocking back and forward desperately, your muffled moans and furrowed brows, not to mention your adorable little white bunny costume. just looking at you like this is enough to make him cum.

“you like that shit? rubbing your slutty little pussy on my boot. feels good, huh mutt?” you choked around him, “wanna cum?” he asked with what you thought was genuineness, but when you nodded eagerly, looking up at him with pleasing eyes, he kicked you away, shoving your body back against the tree. “me first” he pulled you off of him, you taking this opportunity too try to catch your breath as you genuinely don’t know how long it’ll be until you can breathe again. “eyes open, tongue out” he jerked himself in his hand a few times, trying your best to keep eye contact with him, you say there patiently waiting with your tongue out. “gonna make this pretty face all messy” he groaned out before shooting ropes and ropes of thick cum across your face, landing on your nose, your mouth and some in your eye.. deans chest heaved and puffs of cold air left his lips as he squeezed the base of his cock, giving you every last drop of him. “fuck, swallow.” he growled out, you obeyed and swallowed him down, sticking out your tongue again to show him. he smirked down at you one last time and pulled you up by your hair, still keeping you trapped between him and the tree, still not trusting that you won’t run away the second you get an opportunity.

“fuck bunny..” dean grabbed your face, tilting it and examining his artwork. lightly slapping your cheek twice and already getting turned on again at the sight of you covered in his cum. a small whimper left your lips as your eye started to burn and water. dean didn’t actually mean to cum in your eye but, he’d never admit that. instead he played it off, using his thumb to wipe away the cum coating your lid and lashes and pushing it into your mouth. the tangy sweetness covered your tastebuds and you hummed at the taste. “what do you say?” he yanked his thumb away, waiting for an answer. “t-thank you..”

“anytime” he brushed the hair away from your face, tucking it neatly behind your ears. “what’s your name?” maybe it was a dumb question, but your brain is still foggy and this was the first time that popped in your head. he chuckled, a smug look plastered on his face as he raised an eyebrow. “why?” suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed and like you’ve overstepped, you shrugged “nothing. ju-just curious”

pulling the knife from his back pocket, it flashed, reflecting off the moonlight. it doesn’t scare you as much as it did before, now it just mostly excites you. “i’ll spell it out for ya” he crouched down with a smirk, sitting comfortably on his knees and bringing one of your thighs over his broad shoulder. “stay still.” he looked up at you and demanded as if he’s your father, but you nodded, taking a deep breath.

deans fingers looped through the holes of your white fishnets and ripped the fabric open, the only thing separating him from your soaked sweet pussy is the thin fabric of your lace panties. hooking his fingers through the fabric, he easily cut them. and with another flick of his wrist, he cut the waist band, pulling them full off and stuffing them into the back pocket of his jeans. smalls gasps left your lips with every cut and rip he made but still, you stood still. “pretty pussy to match that pretty face” he moaned out, looking up at you and his face being only inches away from where you craved him. he stabbed the knife into the tree. “it’s four letters and you get no hints.” you almost forgot that you were supposed to be guessing his name, your brain completely clouded with anticipation and still fucked out from dean using your mouth like a sex toy. “oh, and no cumming until you guess right.” not leaving any time for you to complaint as he dove right in, licking a long strip up your pussy with a flattened tongue first before writing his name on your clit.

“fuck, you taste so good” he pulled away, chin already soaked and glistening with your sweet juices. “any guesses?” you shook your head no, desperately whining. “i think the last letter is..N?” he smirked, knowing you got it right. “maybe..” he went back in, writing his name three times getting faster with each time, pulling away again but catching your clit between his lips and sucking then letting go with a pop. you moaned out, hands flying to his thick hair. “fuck. again please”

“no, no bunny. make a guess”

“i-i don’t kn-..first letter B?”

his face dropped. “no. focus bunny. use that dumb slut brain of yours” he went back in, you tightening your grip on his hair and moaning out, despite him not even touching you yet. you can feel his smirk against your cunt and he spelled his name again, going from fast to slow and his tongue moving down to your entrance. “well?”

you stammered, unable to come up with an answer, too focused on the pleasure his was giving you, becoming more and more desperate for release. “i-i’m sorry..” he sighed frustratedly. “it’s dean.” he said plainly, genuinely upset that you couldn’t guess. “turn around” he manhandled you, forcibly turning to to face the tree and then pressing his hand into your lower back, making you bend over, your ass and open pussy just inches away from his face. “so dumb, couldn’t guess four letters” he tsked as his hands roamed and explored your ass and thighs, gripping, grabbing and dragging his blunt nails over your hot skin “want this little pussy fucked?” he asked with a hard smack to your ass cheek. “hmm, yes please” you begged and got another hard smack. your body jolted forward and you tightened your grip on the tree. another third slap in the same spot left your ass red, hot and stinging as a bruise already started to form.

dean wedged the knife free from the tree, flipping it in his hand and pressing the cold handle against your entrance. “wait, wait what is it that?” you flinched at the unfamiliar feeling. “my knife, fuck else did you think?” you stood silent too embarrassed to admit what you actually wanted. “what, you thought i was gonna fuck you?” he laughed. “no bunny, dumb bitches like you don’t deserve my cock just yet. besides, i gotta work you open first.. i’ll never fit in here, ‘s so damn tight.” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and letting dean push the rest of the handle into you, starting to feel the cold metal of the blade poke at your pussy lips. biting your lip to suppress a moan, you arched your back more. dean began to thumb at your clit and he slowly thrusted the knife in and out of you. you clenched around it, really feeling the rough, bumpy uncomfortable shape, struggling to adjust and whining out. “what’s wrong?” dean asked from behind you, sounding sincere but you still feel hesitant to give him an honest answer.. “i don’t.. think it feels good..”

“well, you better make it feel good, cause it’s stayin deep inside you until you’re fucking creaming on it” he threatened and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out at his roughness and dominance. spitting on your clit and rubbing it in rough circles, he angled the blade upwards, fucking the handle into your g spot hard and fast, “still don’t feel good?” he taunted, you being too busy moaning and screaming out, your nails digging into the tree bark. “fuck fuck fuck!”

“hmm” a satisfied groan left dean’s chest as he stopped rubbing your clit for a moment to give your ass another two hard smacks. yelping and clenching each time he hit you, your legs starting to shake as you felt the pleasure build in your lower stomach, “d-dean im close” he growled at the sound of his name coming from your still cum covered lips, his name sounding so satisfying to his brain, tickling an itch he didn’t even know existed. originally, he was planning to to tease you and pull away right before you came, denying you of your second orgasm. but..you just saying his name, made him crumble, the affect it had on him was chemical. and right now he’ll do anything to hear you say it again. “fuck i’m cumming! can i cum please?” you begged, your knees threatening to give out, your pussy throbbing and begging to cum. “fuck bunny.. yeah baby cum for me, cum on the knife your so scared of” the band in your stomach snapped and a wave of pleasure crashed through your body. “say my name” instead, a series of moans, curses and whimpers left your mouth as you clenched down hard and completely drenched deans knife with your juices. “say my fuckin name” he smacked your ass again and fucked his knife harder into your pulsing pussy “ahh-! dean! fuckk” you cried out, your pussy and clit starting to become sensitive. your body starting to squirm and you tried to pull away, but dean quickly wrapped his arm around your thigh, his hand reaching between your legs and his fingers finding their way back to your clit almost instantly. scooting himself forward and tightening he knees around your ankle, holding you down even more. “tsk, where do ya think your goin bunny, i’m not done yet”

“dean please, i can’t..”

“sure ya can, just be a big girl about it”

you whined out, unable to take the torture he’s doing to your over stimulated pussy. “fuck, please dean!” your begged again, still trying to get away but his grip on you is bruising tight. tears streaming down your face as you clawed at the tree, “please, i can’t anymore i’m begging, please dean” that familiar band started to form in your stomach again and you were getting close, you barely have strength to hold yourself up, let alone endure another orgasm like the last. “see bunny, told ya you can take it, you’re almost there!” he cheered, his taunting and bullying going straight to your pussy, clenching down and having yet another body trembling orgasm. “oh my-! dean! fuck fuck fuck yes!”

“ahhh..that’s it, that’s my dirty little girl. fuckin soaking my knife with your slutty pussy. gross” he yanked the handle out of you and loosened his hold on you, your knees immediately giving out cause you to fall forward in front of him, thighs shaking uncontrollably and cum leaking down your legs. “aww poor baby” he pouted, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “clean this for me” he held the handle to your bottom lip, your brain being so extremely fucked out, it’s now on autopilot and it feels like your drunk. doing what he says, you opened your mouth wide and stuck out your tongue, dean pushing the handle in and out between your plump and swollen lips. “taste good huh?” he asked excitedly, wriggling his eyebrows. blinking slow and nodding, “it’s sweet”

“i know, wish i can just eat your pussy for days. fuck, i wish you guessed my name. was gonna make you cum on my tongue..” he mumbled the last bit, still holding some resentment towards you for being too dumb to guess four letters. he pulled the knife from your mouth “..anyways” he positioned himself behind you, hands gripping your hips and easily lifting you, repositioning you so your in doggy, your hands and knees smushing into a gross mixture of mud and fallen leaves.

he ran a finger down your folds and smirked when you flinched away, still way too sensitive for whatever deans wants next. “tell me bunny, did sam ever fill this pussy up?” he said bluntly, lightly caressing and spreading your ass. “..n-no” your voice came out horse and dry as you felt your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. “i got you” dean gripped your jaw, holding your mouth open and spitting directly into it, “better?” you swallowed, nodding.

“what do you say?”

“thank you.”

“sammy’s gonna be so pissed” he said like an excited little kid, a smug look on his face. almost proud that he’s gonna be the first winchester brother to break you in, despite sam having you first. “dean, i don’t think i can anymore..” you warned, feeling so exhausted and overstimulated, your pussy hurts and your clit aches. “bunny..the fuck makes you think i care?” he chuckled. “stupid” he poked your forehead forcefully. dean pulled his cock from his already unbuttoned jeans, rubbing the tip up and down your pussy and pressing himself into your clit. you whined in anticipation, desperate for his cock even though your on the verge of passing out, you still want to feel him heavy and deep inside you.

once he got his cock wet enough he started to guide his tip in, going slow at first and using his other hand to caress your ass again. the sensitivity and the growing burn of deans thick cock ripping through you was too much to handle “ahh-! dean, it won’t fit..”

“i’ll make it fit.” pushing harder and stretching you out further, soon feeling something pop and dean shoved his entire length inside you, bottoming out and hitting your cervix, buried deep inside you. you gasped, your body jolting forward and your arms giving out underneath you, your face now dirty and covered in mud. dean and you moaned out at the new angle, dean can get even deeper now. “feel that?” he pushed harder against you, his tip pushing hard against your cervix, feeling your uterus start to cramp “that’s where i’m gonna shoot my cum. gonna put it so deep inside this pretty pussy” he groaned, gripping your hips and starting to thrust, his cock ripped through your hole, the burning pain making you squirm and whine out, but dean actually didn’t care. he can see your uncomfortable and not enjoying yourself, but this isn’t about you. it’s about proving sam wrong.

spreading your ass apart more, dean sped up going faster and harder, his balls slapping against your clit. “still so fuckin tight bunny.” he groaned out, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing you up against his chest, hoping this position would be better for the both of you, it’s kinda starting to get painful for him. “fuck dean!” you breathed out, dean still plowing through you as he snaked his arm around your neck, holding your head in place with a firm headlock and reaching down to rub your clit. “like that bunny?” he muttered against your ear and you nodded. finding it kinda sweet that he was making sure you feel g- “good, then stop your fuckin whining and take it” he gave you two hard and deep thrusts when he said his last two words. clenching down and moaning out, throwing your head back against his shoulder “fuck me, please” dean gripped your body tighter against him, squeezing your neck and head and snapping his hips into your ass. “god, your pussy is so good, so warm and tight.” he groaned in your neck, “feels good having me deep inside you like this, my cock buried in your guts and ruining your tight little hole”

“fuck, yes yes! it feels so good please. keep going!” you babbled, half of your words not even coherent as you were becoming stupid from deans cock. “like that, you cock whore? how ‘bout we get sammy all up in here, ill take your ass and he can enjoy your pussy a bit..if you’re not too stretched out by the time i’m done.” your clenched at his words, your mind now being filled with the fantasy of both dean and sam using you at the same time “wow, you’re gross” he smirked “bet you’d fuckin love that though, me and sam just using you in whatever way we want, abusing and stretching out your slutty holes, making you leak with our cum. or maybe i’ll call a couple of my buddies over and let them take turns with you, watch them fight over your pussy and use you as a cum dumpster.”

his filthy words vibrating throughout your body and finally settling down to your pussy. the thought of all that happening, brang you closer to your third orgasm. your thighs started to shake uncontrollably, feeling your stomach muscles tighten “fuckkkk, i’m gonna cum”

“dean?” sam spoke in deans ear piece, dean smirking wildly to himself as sam couldn’t have picked a better moment to check in. “no, just wait a second bunny” he slowed his rubbing and thrusting and unmuted the call. “sammy!”

“how’s it goin’?”

“ugh, amazing. i can see why you’re so hung up on her”

“wait..you didn’t kill her yet?!”

“what and waste a pussy like this?”

“dean please” your voice was small and your body trembled, having absolutely no strength to hold it any longer. “please let me cum..” he muted the call, ignoring sam’s lecture

“do me a favour bunny. cum hard for me and let sam hear how good i’ve making you feel” he demanded in a low voice and hit unmute again, “actually sam, she’s about to cum, hear this”

“scream his name, baby” he mumbled quietly and finally, with his permission you released. squeezing down hard and cumming all over deans cock. ignoring how uncomfortable his request makes you feel, you screamed out. “yes yes yes, dean! sam-sammy, fuck!” you cried out, loudly as you shook, dean still holding you up and fucking you hard through your orgasm as you continued to call out his brothers name.

sam heard everything, getting super pissed off and jealous and so horny at the sounds of you cumming and screaming out his name, and intimate memories of your short relationship flashed through his head. memories of him folding you up like a pretzel and fucking you deep, bruising your cervix and you screaming out his name, pushing your knees into your chest to get more deeper.

“fuck..” sam groaned out, only now realizing just how much he misses you, his cock twitching at every little sound you made. “dean..” he started to speak after a few moments of silence but was cut off. “who’s pussy is this?”

“it’s yours!” you screamed out, your pussy still fluttering around him as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

“fuckin right it is. remember where i told you i was gonna cum?” you nodded “yes, i remember..please give it to me. please fill my pussy” you begged to him, both of you not caring that sam is hearing all of this. dean released his grip on you, pushing you back down, and holding your head down back in the mud. “dean, don’t you fucking dare” sam warned his brother, teeth gritting and his face getting red and angry. “don’t fucking-“

“one second sammy, i’m about to cum in your girls pussy.” he cut him off again, bringing his full focus on giving you every last drop of him. “fuck..fuckk” he groaned out, speeding up and ramming his dick inside you. bruising your hips when he felt his cock twitch, and with one last hard thrust, he pushed himself against your cervix “fuck, i’m cumming” he threw his head back and painted every inch of your insides with his cum, shooting load after load and filling you up so perfectly “god, you look so pretty when you full of me” he growled. “pussy’s all messy drippy” he slowly started to fuck you again, fucking his cum in you as deep as he can. “dean, what the fuck!” sam yelled, absolutely furious now.

“what’s the problem? i thought you didn’t care about her, you just wanted me to kill her, yeah?”

“no. yes. i don’t care- i-i-don’t know..”

dean couldn’t help but laugh, sam being just as confused as you, thinking that you’d be spared and free to go once dean was done with you but it seems like it’s up to sam now.

“yes..no..? just pick one”

“..d-don’t touch her” finally, he admitted. still clearly having some feelings towards you judging by the reaction he had to dean ruining and making a complete mess out of you.

“ok good, cause she said she’s down for a three some”

“..wait really?” sam’s voice perked up and your whipped your head around to look at dean with fearful eyes, not thinking he was serious when he mentioned sharing you with sam, it was a struggle to just take dean, and you can’t imagine how painful it’ll be with both brothers.

“yep, she also said she’s down to get passed around by our friends and be used as a cum dumpster. her words not mine” you shook your head no, him clearly lying to sam. he only smirked in response and gave you another hard thrust before pulling out of you and plugging your hole with the handle of his knife again. not wanting a single drop of him to leak out. shoving his softening cock back in pants, he stood up, just leaving you on the floor, dirty, sweaty and trembling and covered in mud and cum.

“dean, we have no friends..”

“yeah, but she don’t know that.”

“so..how was it?” sam asked kinda awkwardly, wanting to live vicariously through dean wishing so hard he was him fucking you instead. “she’s a little dumb and so gross sometimes..she humped my leg like a fuckin mutt” he laughed out and sam joined him, knowing that you have a bit of a problem. his mind going back to the times caught you humping his pillow, or begging him to let you ride his thigh. “but her pussy is so good, man” he’s talking about you as if your not on the ground at his feet, on the verge of passing out in woods. “tastes fuckin amazing too.”

“right?” sam agreed and there was a short silence as dean looked over you, “so we’re not killing her?”

“..no, don’t touch her dean. promise me” sam almost begged, knowing how brutal and ruthless his brother can be. he used the second rule they made for themselves, meaning that your off limits, dean is not allowed to harm or kill you, as a promise he would make to sam. “don’t worry sammy, we’re on the same page. promise.” knowing sam won’t relax until he heard that last word.

“what now..?”

“well..” dean thought for a moment, never actually being in a situation like this before. there was only a few times he done this and they all ended with dean killing them.

“can we just..keep her?”

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[whimsyfinny]

This one turned my brain to absolute mush, and this will be becoming one of my comfort reads

HOLY FUCK I LOVE THIS

fuck away the pain ☽｡⋆ - demon d.w

summary: y/n gets hurt by her shit ass ex and dean takes it upon himself to take her pain away

word count: 6.6k not sorry

warnings: god there’s a bunch. smut. blood (descriptions and tasting) (?). knife play. dean being an asshole n a demon obvi. forced oral (m receiving) multiple orgasms. dean calling y/n a cum slut lol. spelling & grammar mistakes probably a lot more warnings just read with caution it’s pretty fucked lmao

a/n: ok so..this is a thing now. lmao this is soooo much worse then all yours! jensen.

insp by this song 👇🏼

enjoy! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“excuse-excuse me!” you rolled your eyes at getting ignored again by the bartender who looks too young to even be serving alcohol. annoyed, you checked your phone again, kinda hoping for a text or missed call from your ex.

the smell of cologne and cigarette smoke filled your nostrils as you heard heavy footsteps beside you, a tall and insanely attractive man dressed in a leather jacket over a red button up pulled out the bar stool one over from yours and took a sit.

“what can i get you?” the bartender immediately came over and smiled sweetly at him, arching her back so her tits are practically in his face. he smirked, licking over his teeth as he glanced down at her tits for a second “whiskey, make it a double” he leaned back and watched as the bartender quickly poured his drink, sliding it over to him and he quickly downed it, knocking twice and sliding his glass back over. you watched in amusement as the bartender happily poured him another drink and even stayed to talk with him, despite being yelled at by other customers wanting a refill. he downed the second drink and knocked again.

“you might wanna slow down there” she chuckled but still poured him another drink. “and why’s that?” he raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, his voice deep and rough but also flirty and playful. “three doubles back to back? that’s gonna catch up to ya” he chuckled and shook his head. taking a quick second to read her name tag. “well tiff, to put it simply” he swayed his head side to side, “i’m big” he shrugged and you could’ve sworn tiff just came in her panties right then and there. “takes a lot to get me drunk. why you so concerned for?”

“well, maybe ‘cause i get off an hour and i don’t want you passin out on me” she twirled her hair winking, “don’t worry about me sweetheart, i’ll be here” he winked back and tiff finally left to go deal with the other customers. you rolled your eyes again at what you just witnessed. are all guys really the same? just horny assholes with no care for other people’s feelings?

“problem darlin?” he turned to you, a smug smirk still on his face as he eyes you up and down. “i’m not interested” you ignored him, not even looking at him even though you feel his eyes burning into you, feeling extremely self conscious and flustered. “i didn’t ask if you wanna fuck, i asked if you have a problem” your eyes widened as his bluntness, “l-look im sorry im just- i” you stammered and stuttered unsure of what to say as he just laughed at you. “relax, speak your mind. i can handle it” he waited patiently for your words and you sighed knowing that you can’t get out of this. “i..think it’s gross how you talk and treat women. like we’re just these sex objects for you to enjoy whenever you please, you just wanna take us to bed to fuck and forget about us. i mean do you men even have feelings at all? or are you all just some heartless shells of a person” dean paused for a few seconds, taking in your rant and analyzing your words. laughing at the last bit because of..well the obvious.

“i’m sensing break up” he pointed, excited and waiting for you to confirm his theory. “wha-how did you know?”

“when did you guys break up?” he ignored your question and asked his own, his smirk still wide on his face. “you checked the time on your phone. “an hour ago..” you admitted shyly, unsure why your even telling this random man your personal business and going on ‘i hate men’ rants. but something about his charm and charisma makes you wanna be open and fully honest with him. “lucky me” he muttered but still loud enough for you to hear. he downed his forth drink and reached to remove the empty stool between you, then grabbing your stool and dragged you across the floor, closer to him. right between his out stretched thighs.

“here’s a little tip..” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “this may be hard for you to understand but just bare with me..if you’re nice to people, they’re usually nice back” you pouted at this random guy basically calling you dumb and rude. “just watch” he knocked twice and smiled at tiff who came running with the whiskey bottle. “actually baby, make that two doubles. we’re celebrating” tiff’s face dropped when she noticed how close the two of you are. “oh” she pouted but still poured the drinks, the man handing her a five dollar note and taking the bottle from her hands. “thanks sweetheart”

“so hater, you got a name?” he handed you your drink, “y/n” you stuck your hand out for him to shake but instead he turned it and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your hand. “pretty name for a pretty girl.” you blushed at his compliment, feeling even more nervous. “im dean.” he clicked your glass with his and down his drink, you did the same, the liquid immediately burning your throat as you couldn’t help but cough a bit. dean’s eyebrows raised at your reaction as he filled your glass again, nodding his head, wanting you to drink it. you obeyed, already feeling buzzed as the pina colada you were sipping on didn’t do much for you alcohol wise. “good girl” he smiled watching as you did what he said with no resistance or hesitation, a spark of excitement surging through his body as he wondered all the other ways you would obey his commands. “so, this better be good. i have to pour my own drinks now because of you” you rolled his eyes at his entitlement, still unsure why your still here talking to him as you clearly hate guys like this. cocky, sarcastic, full of themselves..but you stay sat between his muscular thighs, even turning your body so your now fully facing him. “it’s a long story..but i just found out my boyfriend of two years has been sleeping with my best friend for a year, and when i confronted him about it, he threw me out. it’s like, he didn’t even try to deny it. it’s like he was waiting to get caught.” dean’s expression soften as you poured your feelings out to him. now fully understanding your little rant from earlier and your distaste in his flirting with the bartender. “can i be honest?” dean asked, he was gonna be brutally honest regardless of your answer. “i think your boyfriends bitch.” you burst out laughing, not expecting that but couldn’t help but nod in agreement “he had a drop dead gorgeous girl, a fuckin dime piece, and he fucked it up. sounds like a bitch move” he shrugged trying to hide his smirk at your blushing and flustered face. “fuck him, and your slutty best friend. i know id be losing my mind if i lost a girl like you”

“stop” you giggled, “you’re just saying that to make me feel better”

“maybe…” he joked, with a small chuckle. “but y’know what they say. one man’s loss is a another man’s victory”

“oh really?” you replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at his forwardness “and who exactly is ‘they’?”

“me” he poured the both of you another drink, “so, what do you fill the hole with”

you looked up at him confused, unsure if he’s making a innuendo or starting a joke. “excuse me?”

“what do you fill the hole with? drugs, alcohol..” he leaned down and whispered in your ear his voice low and husky, “..or sex?”

-

“what about tiff?” you asked in between desperate kisses and the both of you undressing each other. “who?” dean smirked, crashing his lips to yours after pulling off your shirt, a trail of the rest of your clothes leading to the motel bed where dean practically threw you, climbing on top of you, still kissing you deeply as he bit down on your bottom lip, the both of you tasting blood.

“d-dean” you pulled away for a second, his body still heavy on top of yours. “i-maybe this isn’t a good idea.” dean thought for a second “why?” you sighed, feeling really horrible for what your about to say. “you know i’m, like, using you, right? to get my mind off..y’know..”

“wait what? so you don’t love me?” he replied sarcastically and chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “you think i don’t know that sweetheart? what exactly do you think i’m doing here?” you stay dumbfounded for a second. “i’d love to be your distraction baby girl. it’s kinda hot.” he started to kiss at your neck. “i wanna make you feel good. the way a real man should.” he sucked in the skin, biting and leaving a noticeable mark before flicking his tongue over it. “let me fuck away the pain” he mumbled against your throat, his head going to the other side of your neck leaving more marks and kisses, biting and sucking at your sensitive spots. “just relax baby, i’ll make you feel so good, i’ll fuck him right outta that pretty little head of yours” you let out a soft moan at his words, feeling your body temperature rise and your underwear soaked.

believing him that his not just bragging and actually will fuck you so good that you forget all about your ex. you nodded as he continued to decorate your soft pretty neck with love bites. “dean..” you moaned out, unable to take the teasing. “shh” he continued his kisses down. his hand reaching around your back to unclasp your bra, he pulled it off of you, groaning lightly at the sight of your perfect tits. “you really are beautiful” he murmured, it sounded like he was making more of a statement rather then giving you a compliment, still you blushed. he continued his kisses, taking his time and trailing down to your collarbone, making them match your neck. “can’t wait to make you all messy and desperate” his words are so rough and filthy but his touch and kisses are so gentle, treating you as if you’re a soft and delicate flower.

“tell me what he did” you froze, being caught completely off guard. “tell me how bad he hurt you” he moved his kisses down to your tits, marking your thin skin all over and lightly licking and sucking your sensitive bud while his large head played with the other one. “i’m waitin” dean peeked up at you, you now fully realizing how serious he is, you cleaned your throat, trying to suppress your moans and ignore his skilled tongue flicking over your nipple. “i-it made me sad…and angry”

“hmm” he hummed against you, the vibrations causing you to moan out. you continued, “..and it hurt me. he promised he wouldn’t hurt me like the last guy, i’m angry ‘cause i believed him and im sad because i loved him…” you trailed off, your eyes started to water has you felt the pain of your heart breaking. why are you telling him all this? you just met him twenty minutes ago but you feel so compelled to listen and obey his demands. to do exactly what he says as soon as he says it. to not question him. to be good and obedient for him.

“aww baby” he pouted, softly trailing his fingers up to your face to wipe away your tears. “show me where it hurts” he stood up on his knees, waiting for your answer. you whined a bit at the lost of his touch and lips but genuinely thought on where it hurts the most. “my heart and..” you pointed to your chest, where your heart is and then trailed your finger down to your pussy, resting on your mound. you ached for him, you needed him. your pussy actually hurt from how much you yearned for him. deans eyes narrowed, climbing on top of you again and kissed your chest, over your heart. he’d suck a hickey and then soothe it over with his tongue, placing a few more kisses over the area before picking up his head “better?” you nodded, actually starting to feel better, or maybe you’re just distracted from the big beautiful man on top of you. he’d drag his tongue down slow, over your tit and down your stomach, catching the hem of your panties with his teeth and dragging them down also. his hands on your knees and prying your legs apart audibly groaning out at the sight, a wet pretty pussy all needy and ready to get fucked. “it hurts here too, yeah?” he rubbed his fingers up and down your slit. “y-yes, hurts so bad” you mumbled out in between moans, his rough finger tips finding your clit and rubbing small circles.

he’d lean down, licking a long strip up your pussy and then giving your clit a soft kiss, looking up at you through his lashes to see the pretty faces your making. “f-uck” you moaned out. a smirk stretched his lips as he flashed his blacked out eyes at you, surprisingly, you’d moan out again, your stomach twisting with excitement and anticipation. “still hurts?” you nodded eagerly, desperately wanting to get fucked. dean would chuckle at your neediness, finding it extremely arousing how he barely even touched you yet and you’re already a whiny stupid mess.

he gripped your thighs tightly, keeping them apart as he dived in, placing more kisses on every inch of you, nibbling on your inner thigh and leaving a couple hickeys there too. then without warning, his lips would latch onto your clit, sucking in the bud as his tongue flicked back and forward so fast it felt like it was vibrating. your hands flew to his hair, tugging on light brown tuffs and digging your nails into his scalp as you screamed out. “oh fuck! yes yes yes!”

dean couldn’t help but laugh out against you. really, he barely started and you’re already screaming. he’s so amused at how easily you broke, he didn’t have to try at all. you must be so needy. still licking and sucking he moved down to your entrance, circling it a bit before plunging his tongue in. “oh my god!” your back arched and you moaned out. “not god baby girl…” he pulled away for a second to speak, his lips plump and chin wet and glistening with your juices. “dean” he reminded you looking down at you, his finger tip circling your hole as he spoke “let me hear you say it” you swallowed the lump in your throat, your pussy clenched around nothing. “dean..” you muttered out. “good girl” he groaned, shoving two thick fingers in your pussy, curling them against your g spot before thrusting them in and out. “don’t forget it.” he warned, his face and tone dead serious, “okay, okay” you breathed out, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut.

“say it” his fingers feel fucking amazing, so thick and long and skilled. every move he makes is deliberate to cause you the most amount of pleasure, he’d curl his fingers and thrust against your g spot then he’d switch and fuck them deep into you, fingertips brushing against your cervix. “fuck, dean” you moaned, crying out his name. “atta girl. keep going” he dip his head down again, going back to licking and sucking your clit while simultaneously fucking your tight hole. “god, baby. taste so fuckin’ good” he growled against your clit, the vibrations making you squirm. “ahh-! dean!” every time you moaned you said his name, just like he demanded you do. “my name sounds so good coming from that pretty mouth” his words went straight to your pussy and you subconsciously started to move your hips, grinding your cunt against his face. feeling him smirk against you, he gripped your thigh holding it open and back so he can have as much room as possible as he pushed his face against you and flattened his tongue, letting you use him to get yourself off.

dean doesn’t normally let this happen, but you doing it out of desperation and just using him the way you need is sooo fucking hot to him. his cock now fully hard as he started to grind his own hips into the mattress.

“fuck, dean- i’m- fuck fuck!”

“i know baby, not yet”

you whined out at being denied your desperately needed orgasm, but you clenched down on his fingers and tried to regulate your breathing, thinking of anything and everything to distract yourself from the sinister man that’s devouring your pussy..but it’s very difficult, especially when he sped up his fingers and started to suck on your clit again. fuck “dean please!” you begged. “no. don’t matter how much you beg, i said not yet”

the pleasure in your lower stomach started to hurt as you tried your hardest not to cum, dean’s actions starting to feel like torture “can’t get enough of you, you taste so fucking good” he lightly bit down on your clit, pulling it between his teeth before diving in again, shaking his head from side to side to get as deep as possible. “you wanna cum?” you nodded eagerly with pleading eyes. “yes, yes please. wanna cum so bad dean please” you were practically crying now. “you wanna cum so bad?” dean mocked, his dark eyes playful as he made light of the mess you were. “bet you fuckin do”

he stared you down for a moment, eyes grazing over your naked and sweaty body and his hand reaching up to grab and squeeze your tit. his eyes flicked to your mouth and just something about the way you bit your bottom lip and then licked it made his cock twitch. “cum for me pretty girl”he demanded and you finally let the band in your stomach snap. an intense wave of pleasure crashed over your entire body as you shook and trembled, deans grip firm as he continued to finger and lick your pussy, working you through your high. “oh fuck! yes yes- dean! oh my- dean, yes yes yes!” you rambled as you came, completely soaking his lips and chin. he drank all of you, his tongue lapping against you and his lips slurping your juice, completely obsessed with the way you taste. he could easily sit here and eat you out for hours, but right now he wants to shove his cock down your throat.

he continued to drink you down from your high, your body still trembling, lids half closed, pants and small whimpers escaped your bitten lips as dean finally stopped and looked over you. your fucked out face making his cock twitch and he couldn’t control himself anymore. pulling his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, he climbed over you, straddling your chest and pinning your arms by your sides with his legs. after pumping himself a few times, he slapped his tip on your bottom lip, telling you to open your mouth but instead you shook your head no. a trailed of precum connecting your lips to deans cock. he raised an surprised eyebrow at you, not expecting you to say no.

you didn’t realize how big dean actually is and to be honest, it made you nervous. especially since you have a really bad gag reflex, and not much experience.

“open your mouth” he gritted through his teeth, already getting frustrated with you. feeling nervous at his reaction and getting to embarrass to try to explain, you shook your head again, looking up at him with pleading eyes. a smug look washed across his face as he’s now angry. nobody ever told him no before, he’s annoyed but he also kinda likes it. how bold and confident you are to even dare to tell him no, and he’s finds it absolutely adorable now you think he’ll listen. he large hand gripped your jaw tightly, digging his fingers in your cheeks to pry your mouth open. “i don’t like repeating myself baby girl.” he warned but you still refused to listen. “open your fucking mouth” he spat on you, his spit landing on your cheek near your eye and you gasped. dean quickly took this opportunity and shoved his dick in your open mouth. “fuuck, feels fuckin’ amazin’” his hand still tightly gripping your jaw, he scooped the spit up with his fingers and smeared it around your lips as he pushed himself deep in, already starting to feeling your eyes water and your gag reflex acting up. “be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth, yeah?” he moved his other hand to grab a tight fistful of your hair. holding the top and bottom of your head still as he continued to work his way into your mouth. “gonna take it all” he mumbled out, staring at your lips, loving how pretty they look wrapped around him.

there was nothing you can really do except take it. he’s literally on top of you trapping your hands down and tightly holding your head. he kept pushing and pushing until he the back of your throat causing you to gag and cough around him. “fuck, do that again” he bucked his hips slightly, making you gag and cough even harder. he’d let out a sick and twisted groan at the feeling of your throat contracting around him and the fact that you’re struggling so much and he’s barely half way in. “ready baby?” with your mouth full you looked at him with panicked and pleading eyes. “aw baby.” he frowned and leaned in closer to you. “begging will only make it worse”

he pushed himself all the way in. feeling your throat burn and stretch you tried not to gag and instead swallowed and tried your best to calm down, trying to make the best of it but also hoping he’ll let you breathe soon. as if he can read your mind, he pinched your nose shut, completely blocking both of your airways. shoving the last inch into your mouth and smashing his pelvis against your face. “fuu-ck” he let out a deep and guttural groan from his chest, the vibrations going through his entire body. he moved his hand to your throat, feeling it budge from how full it is and he let out another moan. deans having a bit too much fun with this, while you’re still struggling but starting to like it. the sounds and faces he’s making just from your mouth is turning you on a bit.

after a few more seconds, dean simultaneously let go of your nose and full pulled out of your throat, you immediately coughing and gasping for air as trails of spit and saliva covered his cock and connected the both of you. “dean-“ you got cut off by his dick in your mouth again, one hand still gripping your neck and the other going back to tangle in your messy hair, holding your head still he he started to fuck your throat, pushing more then half of him in before pulling back so just his tip is in your mouth. “so tight, so pretty. fuck” he grunted with each hard thrust. trying again to relax your throat and gag reflex as you let him use you. “god, you’re gonna make me cum” he threw his head back, removing his hand from your throat and collecting some of the drool pouring from your mouth and using it to rub circles on your clit, moaning around his cock he groaned out. “that’s it baby, let me hear you” he plunged his fingers deep inside, curling them against your g spot and fucking upwards. you squirmed and moaned and whimpered underneath him. your sounds vibrating off your tongue and onto him made him go crazy, now bucking his hips and tightening his grip on your hair, his movements became sloppy and staggered as he felt himself close. his lower stomach flexing, veins bulging and a slight shine started to cover his chest and back. “fuck, fuck..baby girl fuuuck” he groaned and panted. his sounds so deep and guttural and going straight to your pussy, making you cum on his fingers, you don’t even know if he was just playing with your pussy to make you moan around him or he was actually trying to make you cum again. either way you’re not complaining.

“f-uck” he bit his lip, trying not to cum too, having to look away from your face for a couple seconds to regain his composure. he finger fucked you through your high and the second you were done he pulled himself out of your mouth and gripped your jaw, keeping your mouth open as he jerked himself off. “keep that pretty fucking mouth open. your gonna take every fucking drop, do you understand?” he gritted and you nodded, sticking out your tongue and gazing into his eyes with innocent and yearning ones. “yeah, that’s a good little girl” his voice slightly cracked at the last word as he continued to pump himself, throwing his head back and letting out a series of groans, grunts and curse words. cumming all over your tongue, face and chest almost completely soaking you from just how much he came. “so pretty when you’re covered in my cum.” he said after a few seconds, taking two of his fingers and pushing the cum that landed on your cheek inside your mouth. “swallow it, cum slut” you happily obliged, sucking his fingers as you just did to his cock, tasting the sweet tanginess of both you and him. humming around his fingers enjoying and savouring the taste before he forcefully removed his fingers and finally got off of you. your hand immediately going to push more of his cum into your mouth, already missing his taste. “so good…” you moaned out. deans still hard cock twitched. “you love it baby? you love tasting my cum huh?” you nodded, still licking your fingers. your head is empty, not thoughts except for dean and his cock. you wanna please him, you want him to cover you in his cum, you want him so bad. you need him. your body and pussy beg for him. “turn over” he demanded as if you were a dog in training, you did as he said, laying on your stomach. dean shifted behind you and straddled your thighs, big rough hands immediately going for your ass. grabbing and squeezing it, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your pussy, dean spit directly on your hole and then smacked your ass hard, amused at the way it jiggled. he did it again, you yelled out in pain as a red hot mark started to form on your sensitive skin. one more hard slap, harder then the other two and you could feel the bruise starting to form.

“gonna fuck this little slutty pussy” he muttered to himself and spread your cheeks apart again, his spit moistened your pussy and is now dripping down to your clit, he spread it around more by running the head of his cock up and down your whole pussy. your stomach twisted and turned in excitement and anticipation and you wondered when or if he’ll shove his cock in, your pussy now starting to ache for him again. “gonna be a good cum slut and take my cock?” he asked. “y-yes i’ll be good” you practically begged, sounding so fucked out and pathetic and desperate “you’ll be a good what?” he positioned himself at your entrance, pulling your cheeks apart as far as they can go, the cold air hitting your exposed holes and making you clench around nothing. “i’ll-i’ll be a good cum slut. i promise just please dean..” you whined, not caring that you sound desperate and dumb. dean likes it. he chuckled behind you before pushing himself all the way in, him groaning at bottoming out and you whimpering in pain as he stretched you out. your pussy walls clinging onto his cock. “hurts baby?” he asked sympathetically “yeah..a little bit” you admited, slightly shy and slightly taken back at him being so nice and caring again. “good.” oh. “guessing what’s his name wasn’t as big as me. figured” he shrugged with a smug and amused look on his face. you actually forgot about him until dean mentioned it. “no.. he wasn’t” you confirmed his suspicion. “i know. you’re so tight it’s like fucking a virgin.” he laughed out. “you gonna bleed for me?” you stood silent unsure on how to answer that, not even sure if you’ll bleed or not. “yes? no?” he asked wanting for an answer and pushed his hips into yours pushing against your cervix and you let out a small gasp. “i-i don’t know!” he pulled out all the way before slamming back into you, your body jolting and tensing. “gonna make you bleed on my cock while i fuck this little pussy open.” digging his blunt nails into your ass he begs me to thrust his hips at the hard but regular pace, fucking you deep and pushing against your cervix with every thrust.

the pain and pleasure fought for dominance over your body as you let out small whimpers, winces and moans “ah! fuck, dean!”

“good baby, tell me how good it hurts” he bucked his hips and sped up, you started to feel a lot wetter then normal and panic started to thump in your heart. “made you bleed by the way” his voice was deep and laced with amusement and pride. he’s sick, so sick and twisted. what normal person likes this- you moaned out at the thought of him being so big and fucking you so rough that you actually bled as if you’re a virgin getting fucked for the first time. unknowingly to you, dean reached down, scooping the mix of blood and pussy juice with his finger and placing it in his mouth, sucking his finger clean and letting the sweet tangy metallic taste coat his taste buds, humming to himself and getting to taste you again. his eyes flashing black for a quick moment, as leaned forward and pushed down on your lower back, ramming his hips harshly into yours, fucking your still tight pussy hard deep and fast, his head smashing against your cervix. “fuck, such a tight lil’ thing. squeezin’ me so tight, it’s practically begging me to cum huh?” fuck yes. “want me to fill this little pussy up?” you nodded cursing out. “fuck, yes please. please fill me up, i want that so bad please please!” you salivated at the thought of dean dumping load after load into you, using you as his own personal cum dumpster. his cum slut

starting to feel all the pleasure grow in your lower stomach, you panted, your moans becoming more breathier. dean licked his thumb and pushed it into your untouched asshole. “ahh-! fuck” you exclaimed, feeling so full now you can cum any second but not without deans permission first.

“fuck, fuck. please harder!” you begged “my cock or my thumb baby. be specific, i’ve got both your little holes filled up.” squeezing your eyes shut and hating his mocking tone. “both please, harder” deans smirk grew as he knew he broke you. he happily obliged, snapping his hips harder against your ass and spitting on your hole, fucking it in you and using it as lube to finger fuck you harder. “dean, yes yes yes! fuck, i’m-“

“cum baby, make that little pussy squeeze ‘round me” he cut you off, continuing his pace and keeping up with his force. you squeezed around him, like he told you to do but the second you did that, you whole body shook and your pussy walls fluttered around him as your orgasm crashed through your body, screaming and crying out his name as he fucked you hard through your high. you fisted the sheets as you felt like your whole nervous system vibrate. this is the hardest you’ve ever came before, it’s so overwhelming that you couldn’t help but cry, hot tears streaming down your face as you hid in the pillow, still cumming. “fuck, are you crying? that’s so hot” he grunted, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of your tears and your small body shaking as you sob. this is what pushes him over the edge, and it’s not surprising.

the coil in his toned stomach snapping, his eyes turned black again as he let out a loud groan and a series of filthy curse words left his pretty lips as he poured into you. painting your walls and cervix with his sweet creamy cum, filling you up so much that it’s actually already spurting out of you despite him still being balls deep in you.

“fuck fuck! my fucking cum slut you fucking love this don’t you” he grunted out, smacking your ass again. hard. “look at me” he pulled out and got off you to let you turn around and once he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, feeling himself starting to get hard again. you’re so fucked out and pretty, covered in his mouth shaped hickeys and bite marks, covered in his cum, filled with his cum and covered with his and your spit. you’re fucked out face and trembling body making you look so pretty that dean doesn’t wanna stop. he could and wants to go for hours but you’re already half asleep and still crying. least he can do is give you a couple minutes break, so he huffed out and ran both his hands through his messy and sweaty hair. “you’re probably gonna go back to him” he stated, taking you off guard but having absolutely no energy to tell him otherwise. “girls like you always go back..” now feeling a bit offended. girls like you? you pouted your bottom lip. “i-i won’t” was all you could say, even though it didn’t sound very convincing. he chuckled and reached and brushed the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “i know a way to make sure you won’t” he mumbled before crashing his lips with yours.

while he was distracting you, he reached over in his nightstand drawer and pulled out a pocket knife, flicking it open. “you trust me?” he pulled away to ask. you gulped feeling nervous but also excited and turned on, you nodded, “i trust you” dean bit his lip, holding back a smile. “you shouldn’t”

shifting his position and settling between your legs, propping up one leg while your other one was straight and tucked firmly under his arm. “stay still” he instructed, pushing two fingers back in your pussy and thrusting them at a deep but slow pace, his fingers getting coated with his cum that he shot inside you just moments ago. your breathing picking up into pants and small whimpers “fuck dean, feels so good”

still fingering you slow, he held the knife like a pencil, pressing the tip against the skin on your hip until it started to bleed. you winced a bit at the pain, sucking in a sharp breath. he dragged the knife down a bit, and then went over it again and again until there was a prominent cut in your hip. it was painful, and kinda nauseating to see but also exciting. your stomach doing flips and twists in anticipation, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with every cut he made, as the pain soon turned into pleasure. “those hickeys” he started, glancing up at you for a second before continuing to carve into your body. “they’ll go away..but this” he paused to chuckle, enjoying and indulging in his sadistic side, kinda taken back on how you’re so okay with this, more then okay actually, it’s turning you on and he can tell. “this is permanent baby girl. that way everyone will know you belong to me. right?”

“ye-yes. right” you wasted no time to confirm. “and your body belongs to me?” he’d make another new cut, blood now dripping down the side and soaking into the bedsheets. “yes, i belong to you.” the smell of metallic filled the room as he continued, still fingering you and bringing you closer to your 4th orgasm that night. “and this pretty little pussy belongs to me too.” his tone made it sound more like a fact then a question but still, you said “y-yes..fuck.. yes my pussy belongs to you.” in between moans, trying so hard to stay still, your body’s nervous system completely fucked as you receive equal parts of pain and pleasure. your body confused on if it should relax and indulge in the feeling of deans thick fingers working your fucked out pussy or tense and squirm at the cold tip of his knife carving into your hot skin. “so..it wouldn’t be a problem that i carving my initials into your skin?” your eyes widened as you scanned his face for any once of a lie. a smirk, an eye twitch, anything. but instead, he stared down back at you, showing you just how serious he is. you had thought he was just cutting you, keeping you on a seesaw of pain and pleasure. “i-i..” completely at a loss for words you stuttered, unable to wrap your head around the fact that the man you met just a couple hours ago is fully permanently carving his initials into your hip.

dean ignored your dumbfounded look and went back to fingering and carving you. almost done..with both. the anger and confusion soon melted from your mind and was replaced with a desperate need to cum on his fingers again. the more he sliced into you, the tighter your pussy clamped around him. “gonna cum again?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smug, cocky look on his face. “y-yeah, i’m close” you admitted shyly, realizing you have absolutely no self worth or respect for yourself to try to put a stop to this. i mean, dean won’t listen to you but you could at least try.

finishing up the last letter, he stabbed the knife into the mattress, and swiped over your fresh wound with his thumb. curling his fingers upwards and thrusting them faster, he leaned down and lapped up the blood with his tongue. clearing up enough blood so you can finally see his master piece “D.W” right on your left hip, the cuts definitely deep enough to permanently scar you. dean also took a few seconds to examine his work, feeling impressed and turned on that his initials are on you forever.

“cmon baby, cum for me.” with his permission you released for the 4th time. the orgasm not as strong as your previous ones but definitely strong enough to have you begging dean to stop “please no more, i can’t take it anymore” you cried out, your pussy now hurting from all the abuse and orgasms. your body aching, and exhaustion consuming you as you shook uncontrollably, dean still relentlessly fucking his fingers deep and hard into you. “that’s my good little cum slut” he ignored your pleas for him to stop making you cum. “d-dean please. i-i can’t”

he groaned out loud and finally removed his fingers from your pulsing pussy. “fine.” he backed away and leaned against the headboard, next to you. letting out a deep and satisfying sigh ending with a slight chuckle and a dirty smirk. “so..did i fuck the pain away?”

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He’s a Winchester

Chapter 5

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's been a long time since (Y/n) and Dean's paths have crossed. Last time they saw each other it was ‘98 and they were young and living in the moment. Nine years down the Line, their paths cross again, but (Y/n)s longest kept secret is about to become Deans reality.

Slow burn (ish), mom!reader

Warnings: language, alcohol, lots of feelings, small angst, bullying, reader being a victim

Chapter Word Count: 6639

MDNI 18+

A/N: sorry this took so long! Life has been a lot aha. I kinda feel like I’ve rambled on with this one, so I’m sorry about that… I also feel like this was kinda a filler chapter? Idk, I’m sorry if this one isn’t as exciting… Either way, I hope you like it! As always, it's only proofread by moi, so let me know of any errors. Also feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 5

Sunday mornings were the only time we could get away with being lazy. I would crawl out of bed at around eight o’clock - compared to my normal six o’clock - and shuffle downstairs in my pyjamas in search of coffee whilst Levi was either still sleeping or playing Guitar Hero on the PS2, quietly by himself. On this particular Sunday morning, however, I did indeed venture downstairs at just gone eight, and instead of finding one young boy playing video games by himself, I was greeted with the sight of him battling it out with his uncle whilst his dad sat and watched, critiquing his techniques. I padded in quietly, pulling my long soft cardigan around me further as I tried my best to watch on unseen, enjoying this moment just as much as they were and unwilling to pop their happy bubble. I watched for a few minutes, seeing how Sam didn't go easy on Levi just because he was a kid, and how Dean couldn't seem to take his eyes off his son who was entirely immersed in the game, a soft smile taking up permanent residence on his lips. Dean turned his head slightly and caught sight of me in the archway, that soft smile evolving into a pulse quickening grin. He stood quickly, striding over to me with those plaid pyjama pants distractingly low on his hips.

“G’mornin’ sweetheart, you sleep ok?” He was now a few inches away and smelt like coffee and warm linen - it was the sort of scent that wrapped around me and drew me in with an almost dangerous nature.

“Like the dead,” I grinned, looking up at him, “though I'm not surprised after all those beers and our 1AM bedtime. You're a bad influence Winchester,” I poked his chest and had to fight back a groan when I felt how frustratingly firm his muscles were beneath his grey henley. Instead of vocalising my ‘annoyance’, I bit my lip, which in its own way I suppose was worse. Worse, because now those mossy green eyes were looking at my mouth, their gaze lingering before looking back up to my eyes.

“What can I say except I had a good time? It was nice catching up like that. It was like…”

“Like we’d gone back to a simpler time?”

“Like we'd never been apart.” 

Those words held a sudden weight to them that thumped deep in my chest.

“Yeah,” I said quietly, my eyes not leaving him, “I know what you mean”.

We both seemed caught up for a moment, silent and unmoving - just watching each other. He seemed totally steady, save for the deep inhale he took when I held his gaze just a little too long. He cleared his throat, breaking the trance that seemed too quick to have ever even existed in the first place.

“Coffee?” He asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen.

“Coffee sounds great,” I smiled, glancing over to Sam and Levi who'd still failed to notice my arrival.

Dean and I paced leisurely to the kitchen where I was pleasantly surprised to see a pot of coffee already brewed, just waiting to be poured. Dean reached into the overhead cupboard, already learning where things were and selected two mugs. Pouring the hot liquid into both of them before handing me one, we both leant against the counter as I relished the warmth seeping through the ceramic and into my fingertips.

“You know,” I took a sip, humming in satisfaction, “I could get used to this,” my words felt dangerous the moment they slipped from my lips, a part of me kicking myself for vocalising such internal thoughts. Deans eyes widened almost fast enough for me to miss before his gaze returned to normal, his lips parting slightly as his mug paused on the elevation to his mouth. But once that half a second was over, it was like the fleeting surprise never happened. He simply hummed in agreement, his eyes soft and warm.

“Did you sleep ok?” I said quickly, taking the attention away from my earlier slip of words. He grinned with a nod.

“You have no idea how nice it is to sleep somewhere that's not musty and dusty and a possible crime scene from back in the eighties.” I grinned much like he did, my mind suddenly filling with images of brown and orange decor, unwashed bedsheets and spiders who might as well pay rent because they’ve been there so long.

“Well I can assure you that you're safe from all of that here - though no promises on the eighties crime scene, I have no idea who lived in this house back then.”

Deans grin turned more self assured as he raised an eyebrow at me.

“You don't think the equipment I brought would've made a noise if there was something here that went bump in the night?”

“Equipment?” I almost snorted, “you mean the EMF thing that you made on ‘pimp my Walkman’?”

Dean practically clutched his pearls.

“How dare you - that thing is a work of art. Blood, sweat and tears went into that masterpiece,” by the end of his sentence he was grinning again, almost like he knew he was talking out of his ass.

“Uh huh. Sure thing baby.”

Shit.

Deans lips twitch upwards as the intensity of his gaze sparks up something hot before quickly dying out, his posture straightening as he lifts his mug to his mouth again. I kick myself a second time for letting the term of endearment roll off my tongue. I’d never had this issue before - accidentally calling people nicknames or anything of the sort. I’d dated guys who had perfectly reasonable names that I always remembered to call them. Yet Dean… he stood here, in my kitchen after almost a decade and somehow still managed to turn my brain to butter. It was hard to describe, as surely I couldn’t still feel that way for someone who I’d been parted from for so long with not a whisper of their name from anyone's lips but my own. I no longer knew him. Nine years of time and life and experiences will have sculpted Dean and everything that I knew him to be into a totally different person…wouldn’t it? Hell, maybe he’s even got a girlfriend somewhere out there who's waiting for him to return to her, but he’s just been too nice to mention it. That, or I’ve been too selfishly wrapped up in things that used to be us to even think of asking. Perhaps the mushy consistency of my brain was simply another symptom of some so-called ‘muscle memory’, as my current behaviour was always how I’d been around him. Flirty. Playful. Infatuated. Perhaps I simply didn’t know how else to act; how to be normal in his presence because I knew he’s seen every inch of me, both physically and philosophically. He’d seen my ugly days yet he’d still kissed away the turmoil without so much as a second thought. Maybe, just maybe, I needed to reel myself back in - take myself back to before we were star crossed lovers. Before the memories were made and our hearts beat to the same tune. Back when we were just two people who would laugh and joke and stay up late. Perhaps that would make this all easier.

“There’s that name again,” Deans low drawl snapped me from my internal debate, an unreadable expression dawning on his features.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just- I don’t think my mouth and brain are working together anymore,” I sighed, fighting to keep some sliver of amusement in my voice. 

“Oh yeah?” a smirk appeared on Deans face, that playful glint returning to his eye as he chewed his bottom lip as though having an internal debate of his own. Who knows what side won, but I’m sure some form of sleep depravity was involved with his next few words: “I remember a time when your mouth didn’t need your brain and it worked just fine on its own.” If his aim here was to make me flustered, he’d sure as hell succeeded as heat bloomed across my cheeks and my mouthful of coffee was spat back into my cup with a splutter.

“Dean!”

He released an almost wicked laugh, clearly pleased with himself for my reaction. If he was going to be making comments like that on a regular basis, it was going to prove extremely difficult for ‘operation: we’re just friends’ to be in full effect. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’ll stop,” his words were softer yet the edge of amusement was still present.

I scowled at him with as much venom as a fucking wetwipe, my own amused grin straining at my lips.

“You better,” I jabbed a finger into his chest before placing my half empty coffee mug on the counter, turning away from him to rummage through the kitchen cupboards. I turned back around a moment later and thrust four bowls in his hands along with four spoons and two large cereal boxes.

“Put these on the table before you say anything else that might cause me to choke on my coffee.”

I watched a choking innuendo pass right before his eyes yet he bit his tongue and pursed his lips, taking a moment before his eyebrows rose slightly.

“Were you always this bossy?”

“I’m not bossy, I just have a child who needs to be fed. Now, table,” I pointed to the items in his arms before pointing to their designated destination.

“You could at least say ‘please’,” his tone was growing taunting and it drew a sigh from my chest.

“Fine. Can you put those things on the table, please.”

“Hmm… I don’t feel like you meant that, it felt a little… I don't know… hostile?” The grin was now in full effect.

“DEAN.”

“Ok! I’m going!” he turned and did as I asked, finally setting the table for all four of us. 

Breakfast passed by with so much ease it was as though we’d done it every day of our lives. Sam and Levi continued to talk about Guitar Hero whilst Dean listened, chipping in the classic rock trivia where he could. The whole time, I just sat, listened and watched, absorbing everything about this moment in time and doing whatever I could to make this a core memory. I breathed in, telling myself to remember the smell of sugar and coffee in the air, along with the new and unfamiliar masculine undertone of cologne and old leather. I looked around, watching how the golden morning light made their hair and skin glow in shades of amber and white, the small dust particles in the air illuminated like fireflies. The sound of their animated chatter was soft, creating a serene ambiance that was as pleasant on the ears as notes from a music box. Everything about this moment was all I’d dreamt of; from the fully occupied breakfast table to the relaxed atmosphere, and the cherry on the cake was knowing that these men were family. Levis family. He had a dad and an uncle who wanted to cherish him and spend time with him, to make him feel so important and loved that it made up for nearly nine years of absence. I know, deep, deep down that part of this was from them feeling guilty - Dean more so than Sam - yet that was only a small part. Their love and affection for him stemmed from something real and it was so easy to see, so fucking clear on their faces, that it made me want to cry. And that feeling was so fucking strong that I had to excuse myself from the table and freshen up in the bathroom, barely able to utter a word to them as I stepped away.

After taking five and splashing some water on my face I emerged from the bathroom and headed back downstairs. Sam and Levi were back in front of the playstation, this time playing Need for Speed, and Dean remained at the table, another coffee between his palms as he leant forwards, staring into the liquid. He must’ve heard me coming as he looked up with a slightly concerned expression. 

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” my voice didn’t come out as level as I’d hoped, so I diverted the conversation. “I thought that’d be you over there playing Need for Speed. How come you’re over here glaring at your coffee?”

“Ahh, we’ve been up for a while and I spent about an hour on Guitar Hero with Levi before you came down. Plus…” the small smile on his lips that appeared when he looked over at his son was now directed towards me, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Uh oh, I hate it when sentences start like that.”

“No, it’s nothing bad. I just…uhhh… well, last night when we were talking, you said something that I can’t stop thinking about,” despite his calm expression, his knuckles were starting to turn white around his cup.

“I said a lot of things last night, Dean, you’re going to ha-”

“Let me take you out.”

“What?” 

“Let me take you out,” he repeated, but this time softer and slower, “you said last night that you never get to go out for drinks anymore and that you’ve had some pretty shit dates,” we both grimaced slightly at the thought of that. “ Well… I’m here. Let me take you out. Levi is at a sleepover tonight so you have nothing to worry about where he’s concerned,” he took a deep breath and reached across the table to place his hand, warm and large, over mine. “Let me do something nice for you, like you deserve.” There was a pause as silence settled between us for a moment. He wanted to take me out. Like, a date, or just as old friends, or as co-parents…? I had no idea what his angle was on this. Did he want to have sex? Was that it? Was he just trying to get his dick wet? Old Dean would occasionally pull those tricks with me, though they were usually few and far between, but would the new Dean do that? Was it even a low bar thing to do? Maybe it’s a pity date, and he’s only taking me out because I’ve been so incapable of being able to replace him with someone who is better - who probably doesn’t even exist - that he’s now just feeling sorry for me. Why, oh why the ever living fuck am I even over analysing this? Dean wanted to take me for drinks so why should I care what his motive is. This is a fucking opportunity for me to relax and let loose a little. To not be mom for a few hours. To be me. And why should I care if he wants to fuck me? I should be flattered, right? That he possibly still finds me attractive? And I can’t deny that it’s been a while since I’ve had half decent sex - or any sex at all for this matter. 

“Yes,” I blurted, perhaps a little aggressively. 

“Yes?” he smiles again, that easy, contagious smile, “you’ll let me take you on a date?”

“So it is a date?” I couldn’t help but mirror his grin, adding my own amused tone.

“Wasn’t that obvious?”

“Well, no, you said you’d ‘take me out’. That could mean anything. You could’ve meant with a fucking gun.”

Dean erupted into laughter, shaking his head. That laugh. I remember likening it to a favourite song that was so easy to put on repeat. It was addictive.

“Ok, so I’m not taking you out with a gun. I’m taking you out on a date. Have I dumbed it down enough for ya’ know?”

“If you were any clearer you’d be transparent,” I said, my tone bordering on mocking. 

“Great, well, me and Sammy have a few loose ends to tie up from this case we’re on, so we need to head out soon. We’ll be back by the evening though, soooo…. Be ready for six?”

I nodded eagerly, watching as he stood from the table. The sight of him in the henley - plaid bottoms combo makes me want to have a cozy day indoors, watching nothing but scary movies and scarfing down popcorn and cookie dough. The sigh I heave from my lungs was totally involuntary. 

“Yeah,” I smile, “six is perfect.”

Kat and Toby arrived at the house around noon. Whilst the boys race upstairs to get on with God-knows-what, Kat strides in with a knowing smirk when she clocks the duffle bags that are clearly not mine beside the couch, along with the lingering aroma that's distinctly masculine intertwining with the pumpkin spice from my scented candles. As I studied her face for all but a few seconds, I braced myself for the flurry of questions that I knew were buzzing around her mind.

“Sooooo…” her tone was already amused as she flopped down onto the couch. “Anything you need to tell me?”

“What? Who do you think I am?” I scoff at her words, yet my pulse quickens at the thought of telling her about my plans for tonight. 

“I think you're a woman still in love with her childhood sweetheart and that he's already sweeping you off your feet.”

“I am not still in love with him. I can't possibly be in love with someone I've not seen for almost a decade.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Bitch, don't ‘mmm hmm’ me. I'm not in love with Dean.”

“Would you fuck him?”

“God yes.”

“So you're keeping him around for the possibility of good dick?”

I threw myself down beside her on the couch, pulling a throw cushion into my lap.

“No, that is so not true. I can't believe you'd think me so shallow,” I held my hand to my chest in mock devastation. She hummed again.

“Didn't you do that to what's-his-face?”

“Who?”

“The guy you dated about a year ago, drove around in that Mustang?”

“Oh shit yeah! I think his name was Chad? Or maybe Brad…? Ok yeah, I did kinda keep him around for his dick… and his car. That car was awesome.”

“You shallow, shallow bitch.”

I threw the cushion which hit her square in the face, likely leaving a print of her lipstick behind on the soft fabric.

“But that was just some dude that was only with me so he could fucking tick ‘banged a milf’ off his bucket list. This is Dean I'm talking about. He's… well… he's Dean. And he's not here for me. He's here for Levi. Don't blame a man for wanting to stick around when he's just found out he's got a kid,” I gave her a look that said ‘I fucking love you but please can we drop this now’, and she did, one final hum moving past her lips. We stared at each other for a moment, her expression one of a studious nature and mine one of feigned innocence. This woman could read me like a book, and I both simultaneously loved and hated it. I loved it, because when something went wrong, and quite often in my life things did, she just knew. She knew to be at mine that same evening with a bottle of red and a bucket of popcorn, pyjamas on and the boys asleep upstairs. This woman had slept in my bed more times than any man as we continued to have sleepovers like teenagers well into our twenties. Alcoholic sleepovers. Yet I hated how she read me like a book, because like right now, if I was in denial about anything or for some absurd reason trying to keep a secret, she would just know. She was like a fucking mind reader. I chuckled inwardly at the thought of that being true. Maybe Dean should scan her with his Walkman and freak her out. Maybe then she'd get off my case about me still being in love with him. I'm not in love with him. 

“You still aren't telling me something,” her voice was even, the amusement fading slightly as she stared at me, waiting for me to stop beating around the bush. Under the heat of her stare I caved, sighing and slumping even further into the soft cushions behind me.

“He's taking me out…on a date.”

“I FUCKING knew it!”

“What?! How would you know that?!” I almost jumped as she flew forward in her seat, the gleam back in her eyes as she grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“I didn't know that exactly, but bitch I knew you were hiding something juicy!”

“It's not juicy! It's casual - just drinks. I’m gonna wear jeans.”

“Oh yeah, because flaunting the curvature of ones ass makes it casual…”

“Aren’t you here to collect my kid or something?” I launch into my last resort to end this hellish interrogation - which involved kicking her out.

“Babes you can kick me out of your house but you can’t ignore this,” she stood slowly, her ‘all-knowing’ expression un-faltering. 

“Kat, it’s only day two of him being here! You are getting way ahead of yourself,” I stood with her, shaking my head. 

“Two days plus the whole freakin’ year you were dating. That man is not a stranger to you. Hell, you’ve probably had that coc-”

“THANK YOU, Kat! I love you, you are the yin to my fucking yang but please for the love of CHRIST - shut up!”

Her expression finally cracked and she practically cackled at my discomfort, making her way to the stairs to get the boys.

“Bitch, if I don’t get details about tonight then -”

“Ok I’ll tell you! But seriously, don’t read into it too much, it’s just drinks.”

She strutted to the bottom of the stairs before ascending, calling over her shoulder; “Sure, whatever you say honey!”

It took longer than I'd have hoped, but Kat eventually left with the boys for the remainder of the day. As soon as they'd left the building, it was like I could breathe again - like the house could breathe again. It was a rare occasion for me to have the place to myself for five minutes, let alone a whole twenty four hours. It was like I could finally hear my own thoughts again after the busy breakfast and Kat's dire interrogation. The silence was bliss. It was pure bliss as I made myself a coffee and settled comfortably on the couch, taking a moment to myself. It was blissful right up until my own thoughts started banging at the door in the back of my mind. Thoughts about Dean, and his motives and my motives. Suddenly my relaxing afternoon to myself was quickly becoming a caged-in trap for my internal thoughts to run wild, the drums of possibilities sounding in the far reaches of my brain, beating faster and faster the closer they drew. Almost as quickly as I'd sat down, I jumped up and headed to the store cupboard under the stairs. One thing that could distract me was cleaning, so that's exactly what I was going to do. 

I blitzed the house from top to bottom, hoovering, mopping, cleaning mirrors and windows, dusting and evening folding the pile of laundry that was starting to become part of the furniture. Much to my dismay, that only took up two hours of my time, so I was left with the only other task that I hate more than folding hundreds of small human sized pieces of fabric. Grocery shopping. 

After a manic stock take of the fridge, cupboards and pantry, I made a list, grabbed my bag, threw on my jacket and headed out.

I'd been shopping around the small town convenience store for around twenty minutes, browsing the aisles and throwing everything - plus some extras - from my list into the aggravatingly wonky trolley. I hated grocery shopping with a passion - the constant beeping from the checkouts, the passive aggressive road rage between trolley users, and the dozens of obscenely slow browsers frustrated me beyond belief. I was normally able to push it to a big haul every two weeks, but with the prospect of Sam and Dean staying a while, it was a safe bet to fill the house to the brim with snacks and meals alike. With the lifestyle that those two lived, I can't imagine that they're overly fussy eaters, and I have a hunch that Dean still loves turkey dinosaurs.

The cereal aisle wasn't supposed to be an eventful place - deciding between Cookie Crisp and Cinnamon Squares should be the highlight of this venture. However as my luck would have it, it became eventful.

“Oh hi! (Y/n)!”

I looked up from my crumpled list and was greeted with three faces that I recognised but not to the point of acquaintanceship.

“Uhh, hi? Can I help you?” 

“I just wanted to say that it's so great to finally see that Levi's father is around. It's just so important, isn't it? For a boy to have that male role model,” the first woman spoke; her peroxide blonde hair looked so overbleached it may as well have been straw on her head, and it almost distracted me from her painfully patronising voice.

“Excuse me? Do I know you?” My voice started to take on a defensive edge as my palms immediately grew sweaty, this situation already making me uncomfortable. 

She laughed, looking over at her friend's like I'd asked some stupid fucking question. 

“Our son's go to the same school - you should really know this.”

“Well, if our sons aren't friends, then why would I need to?” 

She took a deep breath. 

“I just think it's funny how someone like you managed to get someone like… what's his name… Dean? Isn't he a little out of your league?”

My pulse thrummed as my frustration grew with the sudden, unsolicited and blatant attack. How the fuck did they know Deans name? Someone must've overheard us at Jolenes'... or maybe at the track? And what the fuck did she mean by ‘out of my league’? If she was insinuating what I thought she was, then she's going to need to head over to the fucking freezer aisle real freaking soon.

“Excuse me?” 

She smirked, knowing she was sinking her plastic fucking talons into my skin already.

“Oh I think you heard me. Does Dean know? That you trapped him? When you got pregnant on purpose at nineteen?”

My blood began to boil as I white knuckled the handle of the trolley to stop myself from punching her square between the eyes.

“Fuck you; I didn't ‘trap him’. Is that really what you cliquey bitches think?” I was equal parts furious and heartbroken. Furious, because how fucking dare they assume that just because Dean is a God tier DILf that I fooled him into getting me pregnant all those years ago. And heartbroken because, well, is that really what the people in this town thought of me? If these women thought that, then who's to say half the town don't think the same? Or maybe more - maybe it's the whole freaking town with Kat being the only exception, and I've been living so cocooned in my own bubble that it never even occurred to me. But Dean has barely even been here a day, so I can’t exactly blame myself for being so wrapped up in my own life with everything going on. How can people form such strong opinions so quickly when they don’t even know the whole story? My story with Dean. Not theirs. They’ve somehow managed to put two and two together to come up with negative fucking ten, and I’ll be damned if I let them drag our names through the mud.

“Oh honey, we know that you tricked him. A man like that, with that face and physique would never have chosen you willingly, right? I mean, you really don’t look his type.”

“Oh, and you do? Because you know Dean so well?”

“That’s enough!” We were caught off guard by the oldest of the three, a woman perhaps in her fifties, snapping in a clipped tone. “Michelle, that’s quite enough, you’re taking this too far now. And you,” she turned to me with a stern gaze, “that man looks like trouble. We don’t like those sorts around here; you tell him to behave himself.” My anger and frustration was quickly melting into straight up irritation.

“Look, lady-”

“Karen.”

“Sure, ok… look, Deans a grown ass man, he can do whatever the fuck he likes - he’s here on a job. I’m not telling him to do shit.”

“Language! Such a foul mouth-”

“Is he single?” our heads quickly snapped to the third woman of the group - younger than the other two but still a little older than myself. She was a near double of the blonde from the hair to the clothes to the claws, yet she seemed to lack the spite.

“What?” yet another question that caught me off guard. What the fuck is wrong with these women?

“Dean, is he single? I mean, I’ve not seen him, but from how you describe him, he seems hot,” she twirled a lock of hair around her finger like a school girl despite likely being in her thirties.

“Hannah you’re married,” Karen chimed in with obvious disgust. 

That was it, the last fucking straw. I’d had enough of the ambush from three women that I barely even knew. I adjusted my grip on the trolley and quickly planned my escape route, spotting an opening in the crowd to the side. I gritted my teeth and steeled my gaze, the bitter taste of disgust, fury, and disappointment coating my tongue as I all but spat my words.

“This has been a riveting conversation, truely, but I’m leaving. Now,” and with that I hastily left them behind, finishing my shopping with the dark cloud of judgement looming over me. 

The urge to cry hot, angry tears in the car on the ride home was a battle I didn't want to fight. The intensity of the emotions brewing in the pit of my stomach and bubbling into my chest was so strong, so consuming that I didn't even realise I was pulling into my own driveway, having completed the short journey on what I like to call ‘blackout autopilot’. One tear was shed over the shitshow, and in my opinion, that was one tear too many. I was annoyed at myself with having let it get to me so much, knowing I'd grown thicker skin than this. It wasn't the first time I'd been confronted, like a fucking black sheep in a blindingly white flock, yet for some reason, this got to me. At this point, I was drained from even thinking about it, so I grabbed the groceries, making several trips to get them all in the house, put away the fridge and freezer items and left the rest on the counter to deal with later. Right now, I needed a large glass of wine and something to distract myself with. So I decided on the only thing I had going for me at this point in time.

Time to pick an outfit for tonight.

My bedroom was a modest size and the king-size bed practically consumed the room. I had a large, sliding mirrored-door wardrobe that was built into the structure of the room which I flung open and started to rummage through as soon as I made it upstairs.

I'd told myself - and Kat - that it was casual. Dean had implied it, so this shouldn't be too hard to find something nice to wear.

Wrong.

I must've spent the best part of an hour trying on dozens of different tops with my only pair of ‘nice’ jeans - those ones that hugged my ass and thighs just right. I tried long sleeves, short sleeves, chiffon, cotton, satin, opaque, obscenely translucent, bright, monochrome and in all honesty, I felt inadequate in every single one. I'd never really been one to feel overly self conscious of how I looked, but for some absurd reason, this date with Dean was making me flustered. It had me worried that he wouldn’t like how I looked, especially since I’d had Levi and my body had changed in a way that he didn’t know just yet. 

Just yet. 

I cursed myself slightly, shaking that idea from my head. Yes, I’ve had plenty of time to try and get myself back to normal, but some things just weren't the same anymore, and probably never would be. I hated the fact that I was even stressed about this. The safest option was to just go for something comfortable, so I donned a stretchy, low-cut and long sleeved black top and slid on a pair of black closed-toe heels before sitting down at my dresser. 

I’d just opened my makeup bag when I heard the door downstairs open and close, quickly followed by the oddly comforting sounds of Sam and Deans voices floating through the house and up the stairs. I turned to myself in the mirror, sighing at the tired looking woman staring back at me. Get your shit together, (Y/n), Dean is taking you on a date. I grasped my over-sharpened eyeliner pencil that was likely no longer than an inch in length and got to work. I suddenly flinched and nearly poked myself in the eye when Dean appeared in my bedroom doorway.

“Jesus, Dean! You scared the crap out of me - I didn’t even hear you come up the stairs.”

He grinned slightly as he leant against the wooden frame, large arms crossing over his chest. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to…” his voice trailed off and I could feel his eyes on me, as though he was searching for something. A few moments went by in silence, and right as I was about to turn to him, he spoke.

“Hey, are you ok?” His voice was dangerously soft, and concerned in a way that could easily have me weeping in his arms. Because of the shitty afternoon I’d had, I feel like it wouldn’t take much kindness from him to have me crumble - no matter how much I’d hate myself for it afterwards. Instead, I pushed everything down as best as I could and turned to him with a weak smile.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I’ve had a bit of a weird, shitty afternoon but I won’t ruin your evening with it.” At my words he pulled a face, his own words quickly following.

“It’s your evening. And if there’s something eating at you, you know you can talk to me. Just like you used to,” his smile was back, warm and comforting and like a balm over a burn. I looked back at myself in the mirror for a moment, debating if it was even worth talking about. If it was anyone but Dean, I wouldn’t hesitate to keep this to myself. But it was Dean, and I hated to say it, but he was always good at dealing with me when I was like this in the past. I turned to him and let his calming presence seep into my bones, desperately trying to take it on myself.

“Ok,” I said quietly, “I’ll tell you at the bar. But I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, and I don’t want to talk about it all evening,” He nodded.

“Whatever you need sweetheart,” he stood up straight and said something about getting ready himself before he left the room, leaving me to finish up before finally heading downstairs. 

It was roughly another fifteen minutes before I made my way down; Dean already waiting for me in the archway to the kitchen. He looked up as he heard me coming, eyes brightening when he grinned at me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” his voice was smooth and deep, a flirtatious undertone rumbling in his chest. 

“Not so bad yourself Winchester,” I walked up to stand in front of him, almost toe-to-toe. I looked him over, taking in the black shirt he wore, untucked and paired his jeans. The boots and brown leather jacket remained the same, yet I could see the damp patches on both from where he’d scrubbed either mud or blood from the fabric - perhaps both. It wouldn’t be the first time. I took a deep breath, my pulse quickening as his scent filled my senses. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked, removing a hand from his pocket and let it hang awkwardly at his side. I shook my head. 

“Not yet, I sometimes forget to eat when Levi isn’t around.” Dean shot me a look that could have been both concerned or protective.

“Ok, well I’m taking you for dinner too then.”

“What? No Dean, you really don’t have t-”

“Don’t argue with me sweetheart, I'm fucking feeding you,” his tone was final, leaving no room for negotiation so I sighed in defeat. 

“Fine, but we’re not going anywhere expensive.”

His smirk widened across his face as he continued to look down at me, finally placing that awkwardly hanging hand on the small of my back, guiding me to the door. He shouted a ‘goodbye’ to Sam over his shoulder and, without really waiting for a reply, he ushered me out of the house and towards the car, locking up behind us. I walked up to the black vehicle, the excitement starting to bubble at the thought of going for a ride in her again after all this time. As Dean walked up to me, he opened the passenger side door, letting me hop in first. I took my seat, quickly dumping my bag and jacket in the footwell so I could softly run my fingertips over the perfectly maintained leather seats, noticing how not a thing had changed - not even the box of cassettes on the back seat. As Dean slid into the drivers seat, his expression something akin to pride, he couldn’t help but comment on my reaction to being back in the impala.

“I bet you missed Baby more than you missed me,” he joked, turning the key and letting the engine roar into life. I bit my lip, leaning back in my seat.

“I missed you both equally,” the humorous tone came easily, my earlier worries already started to feel insignificant as they slipped away with every tick of the engine.

“Equally?” he echoed, feigning hurt, “you don’t even prefer me just a little bit more?”

I pretended to ponder intently, holding a finger to my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest. An obnoxious string of ‘hmmms’ slipped through my lips before I saw him roll his eyes, still grinning.

“Yeah, I guess I do. Especially since you're taking me on a date,” my own words made my heart flutter and luckily he'd moved his gaze from me to the road as he pulled out of my drive. My face felt warm and I cursed at myself for being so easily affected by him already, entranced by the way those long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel and the muscles in his jaw flexed under the glow of the passing street lamps. I couldn't deny that he was still painfully attractive, even after all this time. If I was being honest with myself, he was making it incredibly difficult to concentrate on much else right now. If drinks were soon to be involved, there was a very high chance of me making a total ass of myself in front of him.

Tonight was likely going to be one to remember.

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He’s a Winchester

Chapter 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's been a long time since (Y/n) and Dean's paths have crossed. Last time they saw each other it was ‘98 and they were young and living in the moment. Nine years down the Line, their paths cross again, but (Y/n)s longest kept secret is about to become Deans reality.

Slow burn (ish), mom!reader

Warnings: language, alcohol, lots of feelings, Dean becoming a DILF

Chapter Word Count: 6338

MDNI 18+

A/N: annnnd I feel like we can get that ball rolling! Sorry guys, this should have been posted last night but my kid is sick again (germy little fuckers) so I'll post it now! Let me know if you like Deans POV and if you want more of it! Also do we prefer longer or shorter chapters? Lemme know. As always, it's only proof read by moi and my currently highly cold&flu medicated brain, so let me know of any errors. Also feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 4

Ice-cream went down a treat and the boys were loving every minute spent in each others presence. We were currently sitting in the window booth at the dessert parlour, my second coffee now clutched between my palms as both Levi and I listened to Dean intently. He was telling us some crazy story from his travels, and I couldn't help but smile as Levi hung off every word, urging Dean to become more animated in his narration. The crisp ring of a phone suddenly cut through the air between us and it took Dean a moment to realise it was his. After retrieving it from his jacket pocket, his eyes widened when he saw the caller ID. He mouthed ‘sorry’ to both of us as he answered the phone.

“Sammy!” he exclaimed before chewing his lip. He turned away and toward the window slightly so he didn't speak over us. Whilst Dean was preoccupied, I took the time to turn to Levi, warmth blooming across my chest at the smile that hadn't left his face.

“Hey there trouble, how are you doing?” I reached over to place my hand over his, tracing my thumb over his knuckles.

“This is the best day ever!” he said,  his voice practically bouncing with joy and excitement as he glanced at his Dean, still on the phone. “Mom, I have a dad!”

I laughed softly, giving his hand a final squeeze before letting go.

“Yes you do!”

“And he’s cool!”

I laughed again. “Very cool!”

We chatted for a few minutes whilst Dean wrapped up his conversation with his brother - Levi trying desperately to contain his enthusiasm every time his dad was mentioned. It didn’t take long for Dean to hang up the phone and turn back to face us, giving Levis’ hair a ruffle as he looked down at him.

“Hey kiddo, that was your uncle Sammy on the phone,” he shifted his gaze to mine for a moment before turning back to his son, “I’ve sorta left him hanging all afternoon, so I’m going to need to spend a few hours with him, ok?” Levi pouted, which triggered Deans’ expression to soften. He looked back at me with almost pleading eyes. “If it’s ok with your mom, I could come around later? Bring a movie and popcorn?”

Dean had barely finished speaking when Levi beamed at me and I laughed at his electric excitement. If he smiled any wider I feared he’d actually hurt himself.

“Of course, that’s fine with me.”

The boys high-fived before I gave Dean a light hearted warning look.

“But the film has to be age appropriate. Absolutely no slasher films.”

Dean held his hands up in mock defence.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a slight smirk on his lips

With that, he said his goodbyes with a pat on Levis’ shoulder and the squeeze of my hand before slipping out of the booth and out of the parlour.

Deans POV

“You have a son?!”

Sam looked just as shocked as I had felt less than twelve hours ago, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Yeah,” I grinned at him, “crazy, huh?”

Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times, almost getting words out before changing his mind at the last minute in favour of a different sentence. 

“Dean… You’re a dad,” he smiled in disbelief, looking over at me.

“Yeah,” I said again, feeling that goofy-ass grin reappear on my face, “it’s awesome. He’s awesome. I can’t wait for you to meet him, Sammy. He's so fucking cool.” 

“I bet he is.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, my mind creating and then recreating hundreds of new scenarios I’d never thought I’d ever imagine. That I never thought I’d even get the chance to experience. I’m a hunter. I live a wild, dangerous, unpredictable life. But I have a son. A reason to live; to take care and caution for. 

“Hey Dean…” Sams’ soft voice derailed my train of thought.

“Hmm?”

“How do you know (Y/n) is telling the truth? That this kid is definitely yours, and she’s not just messing with your head? I don’t mean to sound horrible Dean, but your taste in women can be-”

“(Y/n) can be trusted,” I cut him off, his words souring my mood slightly. I know he’s only looking out for me, but he’s always the first to question when something seems too good to be true. “You sure?”

“Yeah…” I held his gaze for a few seconds before sighing, deciding to explain further when his stare didn't let up. “We were together for almost a year. She was different. She never judged, or got angry when I was a mess after a hunt. She knows what I - what we - do for a living, and she never freaked out over it, or tried to break things off. She would just say, ‘ok, just stay safe out there’, and carry on,” I paused, the memories of our time together replaying in my mind like an old movie. I could see Sam nodding at my words, listening. So I continued. “(Y/n) had just turned eighteen when we met. I took her to prom,” I smiled at the memory, remembering the tremble in my hands as I’d driven to her parents house to pick her up. I’d never felt so nervous around a girl before, desperately trying to get a grip on my nerves the whole drive there.

“Prom?” Sam smirked, a twinkle in his eye, “You took her to prom?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“How have I never heard about this? Did dad know?”

I chewed my bottom lip, feeling the embarrassment heat my skin a little.

“Yeah, dad knew. He never met her, but he still teased me for weeks. You never knew because I never brought her ‘round, and you were determined to get into Stanford. I stayed away a lot back then, trying to work some cases on my own, to get some more experience. But… (Y/n) turned out to be a huge distraction,” we both laughed, the sound light and easy as it filled the car. I reached into my jacket and pulled out my wallet, flicking through the various cards and slips of paper until I pulled out an old, folded photograph. I passed it to Sam and he eyed it before taking it carefully and unfolded it, smoothing out the creases before studying the image. The slight furrow between his brows quickly disappeared as he looked down, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Well I’ll be damned, you really did go to prom.”

He looked it over for a few more moments, taking in every detail before passing it back to me. It had been a while since I’d looked at the image, finding it hard in the past to look at (Y/n)s face and remember that I’d left her behind. But now… now I could stare at this photo all day and feel nothing but warmth. I looked down at the decade old picture, seeing the candid moment captured in time. She had her arms draped over my shoulders, her face in a contented smile as I leant in for a kiss. Her lipstick was slightly smudged and my jacket was nowhere to be seen - small signs of a night enjoyed. I remember her friend snapping the picture before running off with a giggle, passing the developed image to (Y/n) a few weeks later. It was only a few days after that I told her I was leaving, and she’d gifted it to me with a sad smile and lingering kiss. I never normally found goodbyes difficult as they were part of the job. I'd gotten used to them. But saying goodbye to her had been one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do. The promise of staying in touch didn't last as long as we’d both hoped - dad somehow commondering my phone and returning it to factory settings without telling me. I guess it was around that time she found out she was pregnant. 

The wince struck my face like a bolt of lightning, guilt and regret hitting like ice in my chest. The years she'd spent raising our kid on her own, working at the local garage in between school runs, Motocross trips and simple survival - it had me feeling nauseous. I should have been there. I've missed so much of Levi's life - of a life I could've had with (Y/n), as a family. My family. I mean fuck, I missed the birth of my son - I never got to hold him as a baby. I made him wait eight years for a hug. I made (Y/n) wait even longer, leaving her with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Crossing my arms over the steering wheel, I buried my head between them, praying that the tight knot in the pit of my stomach would disappear.

“You ok man?” Sam asked, twisting further in his seat to face me, the well-maintained leather creaking under his weight. I raised my head.

“Yeah… and no. I feel so, so good, like I'm on top of the fucking world, but…”

“But?”

“Do you think she hates me? Resents me? For falling off the face of the earth and making her do all of this alone?”

Sam smiled, a small laugh on his breath as he leant back against the passenger side door.

“Are you serious?”

I shot him an incredulous look.

“Dude…” he started, “(Y/n) doesn't hate you. She will obviously have feelings on the matter, but I think what she's feeling right now is relief, knowing that you're here now.”

I took a deep breath.

“Do you really think so?”

“Dean, I don't think things would have gone as smoothly as you described if she held any animosity towards you. She let you take Levi for ice-cream straight after meeting him. I think that's a good sign.”

I smiled, remembering my afternoon.

“Yeah, she's letting me go over to theirs tonight for a movie.”

“I don't think she'd be letting you into her house if she hated you. I mean, in the thirty seconds I'd met her earlier, she was all kind smiles and soft edges. Definitely not giving off ‘mean vibes’. Plus…” Sam smirked slightly, drumming his fingers on the back of the seat.

“Plus?” I raised an eyebrow, turning towards him.

“There's a chance she feels the same way you feel about her. That hug you shared said a lot.”

I scoffed slightly, finding his words ludicrous.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Dude, you've kept her picture in your wallet for nearly a decade. She was the only long relationship that I've ever known you to have, and you're worried if she hates you.”

“And?”

“When have you ever given a shit about anyone's opinion but mine and dad's?” 

His words stopped my racing mind in its tracks, making me think for a moment. My heart suddenly picked up speed, finding it hard to ignore the truth in Sam's words.

“I mean, we were great back then, but she's a totally different person now. She had to grow up fast - there's no way she's gonna put up with my shit now,” I gnawed on my bottom lip, turning to look out of the front windscreen at all of the other parked cars. “I mean, what about hunting? We have jobs to do, I can't just bail on people - bail on you. (Y/n) Doesn't need that sort of chaos in her life, not now that she's got Levi. And I won't bring the hunters life anywhere near him. Fuck, Sammy, what am I going to do? I can't stick around, but I can't leave. FUCK.”

“Dean.”

“Why does this have to be so complicated?” 

“Dean.”

“I'm going to end up ruining their lives and-”

“DEAN.”

“What?!”

“Just shut up. Do you hear yourself? You're overthinking shit that doesn't matter right now.”

His abrupt words ceased the hurricane in my brain, slowing both my thoughts and my rapid pulse. I even released the steering wheel from my white-knuckled grip. I replied to him, my voice slower and less panicked.

“But it's important, I need to figure it out.”

“It is. And you can - with (Y/n). You don't have to figure all of this out by yourself, Dean. You can make those decisions together. You guys are a team now, so you can't go off and decide these things on your own.”

I found myself nodding slowly, letting his words sink in. Taking a deep breath I leant back in my seat and ran my hands through my hair before dragging them over my face. I thought for a moment; calmer, quieter thoughts this time as I mulled over what Sam had said. He was right. I needed to talk to (Y/n) before making any decisions. Any stupid decisions that I know she would prevent me from making - like she used to. I huffed out a long held breath, twisting in my seat to face my younger - wiser - brother.

“Yeah, you're right. Look, I'm sorry for freakin’ out, I don't mean to… it's just- this is crazy. I mean Sam, I have a kid. ME. Of all people.”

Sam's eyes softened, his puppy-dog glimmer returning with a small smile. 

“It's so crazy. I mean I never thought I'd get to be an uncle! But Dean… this is something good. All the shit we've seen, that we've dealt with and put up with - you especially - you deserve this. Embrace the shit out of this.”

I returned his smile in kind, a warm, fuzzy feeling I wasn't used to filling every fibre in my body.

“Yeah, I will.”

(Y/n)’s POV

Evening was drawing in, the sun starting to set as it neared 6:30 pm. Levi was busy tidying his room as I cleaned the kitchen, the small room bathed in a pink and orange glow. The sunset was calming as night slowly crept closer, the feeling of fall crisp in the air as the sun started to lower in the sky. As I dried the final dish from dinner and returned it to the cupboard I heard a rap at the door. I'd barely acknowledged it when Levi's footsteps came thundering down the stairs.

“Dad's here!” his giddy exclamation bouncing off the walls and bringing a smile to my lips.

“Well, go and let him in then!”

He practically leapt over to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open just as I stepped around the corner. There Dean stood with a happy smile and clean shirt, leaning lazily on the doorframe. His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted Levi.

“Hey there kiddo!” Dean ruffled his sons hair.

“Hey dad! What movie are we watching?”

Dean laughed.

“Why don't you let me come in first, huh? I need to say ‘hi’ to your mom.” 

At the mention of me his eyes flicked up to meet mine, the sudden connection catching me off guard as his grin twitched upwards slightly.

Levi stepped back and let Dean in. It was a very rare occurrence for us to have a man in the house, and I couldn't stop the small flutter in my chest at the sight of Dean standing in my small living room. He dominated the space, his rugged exterior a little out of place in our domestic setting. Levi shuffled off to sit on the couch whilst Dean took a few slow steps over to me, his long legs swallowing the distance. 

“Hey,” his voice was low and soft, his smile not leaving his lips.

“Hey,” I smiled back, pulling my soft cardigan around me. I took a step back into the kitchen, Dean following suit. “Coffee?”

“Coffee sounds great,” the grocery bag he'd been carrying was placed on the kitchen counter as I filled the coffee machine with water. Watching out of the corner of my eye, Dean observed his surroundings, looking at where we lived - where his son grew up.

“Nice house,” the low softness of his voice was still present.

“Thanks - I'll give you the grand tour later if you like?” I turned the machine on and spun to face him, and I watched as he leant comfortably against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah,” he said, “I'd like that.”

There was a pause in the conversation as we took a moment to look at each other. Really look, as it felt like the whirlwind afternoon we’d had took away our ability to really see each other. I'd been aware of his unchanging fashion and his handsome face, yet I'd forgotten about the soft sun-kissed freckles that dotted his nose, now fading as fall dawned and the sun weakened. I let myself reminisce over those forest-green eyes, how the swirls of jade and golden hazel had entranced me all those years ago. Given the chance, they'd succeed again. His hair was the same soft brown, memories of combing my fingers through those short strands as he slept quickly resurfacing. And those lips. I daren't look at them for the fear of staring too long and getting caught, yet the thought of that plushness against my own mouth had my own lips tingling. I tried my best to hold his gaze and when my eyes slipped to his mouth for a split second, I knew he'd seen it. 

He reached out and took my hand, his rough palms gliding gently over my soft skin and squeezing gently.

“I know I said it earlier, but it's really good to see you, (Y/n).” Deans voice stayed low, but it harboured a gravelly undertone that told me that maybe, just maybe he wanted to say something else - something more. When he didn't, I squeezed his hand back, fighting the instinct to lace my fingers with his like I used to. Like when we used to lay under the stars in the field behind my parents house and talk for hours about everything and nothing all at once. Like when he'd lay me down in the backseat of his car and make love to me in the ethereal glow of the moonlight.

“You too Dean,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. With a final smile I released his hand, my own instantly feeling cold. The bubble of warmth and familiarity surrounding us slowly dissolved, Dean eventually clearing his throat and standing up straight. He looked at me again, this time without the nostalgia in his eyes.

“Hey uh… I don't suppose you'd be ok with Sammy coming by? It's just he really wants to meet Levi and I feel bad for ditching him earlier for hours. Plus he-”

“Dean it's more than ok,” I chuckled at his pleading and his desperation for justification. “Sam is more than welcome to join us tonight.”

A tension that I hadn't noticed before was quickly released from his shoulders.

“Are you really sure? I feel like-”

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Be quiet. I would love for Sam to meet Levi.”

He grinned a little at my quiet assertiveness, looking down at his boots.

“Ok, well thanks again though sweetheart. He would've suffered a fun packed night of research and cheap beer in the motel room otherwise,” his teeth flashed with his humorous grin. I returned it before a thought crossed my mind, my eyebrows knitting together.

“Wait, are you guys staying in that seedy motel across town? The one where the janitor looks like a serial killer?”

“Yeah, to be honest it's not the worst place we've stayed in. The Dahmer look-alike creeps me the hell out though.” 

I pondered for a moment, taking a lot less time than I should've before opening my mouth.

“Do you… do you guys want to stay here? I mean I have a couch and a spare camp bed. It's not much but at least you won't get murdered in your sleep. Plus I have unlimited coffee and bacon for breakfast.” 

I almost cringed as the words left my mouth, kicking myself for practically trying to convince him to stay. Dean looked a little stunned at the proposal, taking slightly longer than I would've hoped to make a decision. I could've smacked myself. “I'm sorry, that's probably the last thing you want, being surrounded by boring domestic life when you have a job to do. Don't worry about it, forget I said any-”

“That would be nice.”

“Wait, what?” 

“It would be nice to stay here. With both of you. I'd like that.” 

The relief exited my body in a poorly concealed exhale.

“Do you need to run it past Sam first?”

He shook his head.

“Nah, to be honest I think Dahmer 2.0 freaked him out the most, he'll be happy to get away.”

It took all of about half an hour for Dean to jump back in the car, drive across town to the motel, pack their things and drive back home. When he knocked on the door a second time, he had Sam on his heels looking a mixture of elated to be here and really don't want to intrude. Levi was ecstatic to discover he had an uncle as well as a dad, and I was almost grateful for the attention to be directed away from myself for once. It's always been me and him against the world, but being a single mom to a pocket tornado was hard fucking work, and it was a breath of fresh air to be able to sit down on my own couch and drink my coffee in peace. 

Dean had insisted on watching Mothra Vs Godzilla despite Levi's hesitation to watch such an old film. Dean won him over eventually with promises of ‘pop culture enlightenment’ and he now sat sandwiched between his two new favourite people - dad and uncle Sammy. The amber glow from the sunset slowly faded to indigo shadows, the only light now in the living room was from the TV and a few scented candles dotted around us. Around an hour into the film I looked over and saw Levi's head resting on Deans shoulder, eyes closed and chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Dean happened to glance up and our eyes locked, an adoring smile on Deans’ face as he looked between me and his soundly sleeping son. So as not to wake him, I pointed to Levi then pointed to the stairs, gesturing to Dean to carry him up to his room. He caught on to what I was asking of him and he manoeuvred his large arms under Levis shoulders and legs, lifting him with an ease I was slightly envious of. Levi was tall, much like his father and uncle, and with being tall came the title ‘big for his age’. He’d reached that point now where I was unable to lift him more than a few centimetres off the floor, and the thought sent an unusual pang of emotion through my chest. Which emotion, I wasn’t sure… Perhaps it was longing? Longing for the clock to rewind back to when he was just a few years old and I could still carry him everywhere on my hip. Maybe it was dread, knowing that he’s growing up so fast and I feel as though the last nine years have passed by in a blur, despite the fact that I’ve barely been able to keep my head above water. Or maybe, just maybe, it was simply the sight of a man such as Dean Winchester looking down at his own child in his arms with such a look of total, unfaltering adoration that my heart was swelling beyond its usual capacity for such affection.

I stood with Dean and headed up the stairs in front of him, leading the way. There were only three doors to choose from once you reached the top of the stairs; my room, the bathroom, and Levis room. And Levis room wasn’t hard to miss, with its poster of ‘types of classic cars’ pinned to his door along with a makeshift name sign that we made together when he was around five. I pushed the handle and opened the door, slipping in first so I could throw the covers back on his bed. It was a swift ordeal after Dean laid him on the soft mattress and I tucked the covers around him. We both left the room and I closed the door quietly behind me, both of us heading back downstairs quickly so as to not risk waking the sleeping kid. 

“Well, that is much easier with two people,” I said with a chuckle on my breath as I descended the last few stairs. Before I gave Dean a chance to say anything in response, I stepped into the kitchen, not wanting his reply to make that heavy pang appear in my chest again. “Beer?” I asked, opening the fridge and retrieving a cold bottle.

“Absolutely,” he stepped over to me with his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, a lazy smile on his lips. I handed him two bottles, knowing he’d give one to Sam. Who, of which, was still sitting on the couch watching the movie. 

“So,” I started, looking up at Dean as we slowly made our way back to the living room, “how do you boys normally spend your evenings?” I tried my best to hide my almost playful smirk behind a swig of my beer. 

“Now ain’t that a question,” his expression mirrored mine as we both slumped down onto the couch again, much closer together this time now that Levi was counting sheep. Dean handed his brother a beer, barely looking at him as his eyes never left mine. “Oh, you know, the usual,” he started, leaning back against the plush cushions, one arm slung over the back rest and tauntingly close to my shoulders. 

“Oh? Feel free to enlighten me.”

“Well, it’s normally spent working on a case, so… researching lore, or on the road, or burning shit that I really hate having to burn. Maybe we’ll go out for drinks, but uh, that’s a rare occurrence.”

I laughed a dry laugh, raising my bottle.

“Amen to that, I’ve not been out for drinks in ages.  Not proper ones, at least.”

Dean looked away from me and down at his bottle.

“Huh...”

“What?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing, just… I would’ve thought you’d be going on dates and getting taken out for a good time. Like, a lot. ”

I couldn’t help but scoff at his comment.

“Dates these days are few and far between. And good dates are practically non-existent,” I paused, debating giving Dean the gory details before my mouth started working of its own accord. “I got taken out the other day by a guy who drinks kale smoothies and lives in boat shoes… tried to convince me that the church he belongs to is totally not a cult. I mean, he paid membership fees. And signed an NDA. Who does that?” 

Dean held my gaze, as though searching for something that he didn’t even know he was searching for.

“You chose to see a guy like that? Dear God, your taste has changed,” his words were meant to be humorous but there was a subtle bite to them. Or maybe I'd imagined it?

I shook my head.

“No way, he was definitely not my type. It was a blind date, and if it wasn’t a blind date, it wouldn’t have happened.”

We both took a swig of our beer.

“I’m surprised,” he said suddenly, “I would’ve thought a girl like you would’ve been swept off her feet by now.”

“Oh, I was,” my words spilled out before I could stop them, “but that was nine years ago and I’m pretty sure he’s moved on.”

It took a breath of silence between us and a pitiful smile from me for Dean to catch on to what I’d said, his eyes widening slightly. He didn’t get much opportunity to reply, however, as Sam stood quickly. I’d almost forgotten he was there, but I'm glad he was as it drew Deans attention away from the red heat rising to my cheeks.

“Hey, uhhh, I’m just going to run to the car and grab our stuff,” he said, jabbing his thumb towards the front door. “(Y/n), when I come back in would it be ok if I used your dinner table to do some research?”

I nodded before speaking again.

“Yeah of course, be my guest. But isn’t it a little late to start doing all that work?”

He flashed a small, almost knowing smile to both myself and Dean.

“Not for us it isn’t. Plus I just… I just really like lore.”

Dean practically spat his beer back into his bottle.

“Really?” he asked his brother with a quizzical expression, “that’s the excuse you’re going for?”

Sam shrugged.

“No excuse. I’m just dedicated to uhhhh, to learning about… ghosts. It’s a real passion.”

“Aw geez,” Dean shook his head.

“Am I missing something here?” I spoke up finally, shooting them both questioning looks.

“Nope, just my little brother is being an idiot.”

Sam just shrugged, oozing with amusement before leaving out the front door to the car.

I blinked away the confusion, however my face must've given away the fact that I still had no clue what had just occurred between the two brothers, because Dean came to my rescue.

“Don't overthink it sweetheart, Sam's just being a pain in my ass.” 

“I don't think I'm ever going to understand the secret handshake language you guys have. I feel like you have to be part of the ‘Winchester Boy Scouts’ to get the handbook for that one.” 

Dean laughed, the sound pleasant and carefree as he drained the last few drops of beer from his bottle.

“Sam's definitely more of a boy scout than I am.”

“Whatever you say, Winchester.” 

He leant forward and placed his empty bottle on the coffee table before turning in his seat so he faced me more.

“So, apart from childcare and Scientology weirdos, what else have you been up to?” 

I couldn't stop the amusement from taking over my face at Dean's question.

“You know, you seem very interested in my life for someone who probably forgot I even existed until this morning.”

 Deans expression fell slightly and he looked away, like I’d struck a nerve. When he looked up again, there was something simmering in his gaze, and I wasn't sure if it was pain, regret, guilt, or something else entirely. When he spoke, his voice was thick and low.

“I never forgot about you. Not once.” 

My breath caught in my throat and my heart stumbled. When I opened my mouth to say, me neither, he carried on before I could get the words out.

“I tried calling in on you once.”

“You- you did?”

He nodded, slowly.

“I was near your parents' place about three years ago and I stopped by, hoping to see you again. Get your phone number and maybe stay in touch - properly this time. But when I got there, your parents didn't look happy to see me,” an almost pained laugh spilled from his throat. “Now I get why.” 

I reached out, placing my hand reassuringly on his arm. My own emotions started to spiral. Slowly at first, a combination of pure relief that Dean never forgot. He even remembered where my parents lived, which coloured me very impressed. The other emotion, which was now growing in the pit of my stomach, bubbling and burning was anger. Rage. My parents knew that Dean was Levi's father the moment I fell pregnant, and it was no secret that they held a strong dislike for him, yet I never pinned them petty enough to let their animosity towards him interfere with the chance to set things right. For their grandson to know his father, and maybe, just maybe, act like the family they so desperately wanted their daughter to have. The saddest part was that, even though I was undeniably furious with them, I wasn't surprised.

“Dean, I'm so sorry, they never told-” 

“Don't apologise for them, (Y/n). I knew from the moment I saw you today that they never passed on the message.” 

My reply was quiet, the hot fury quickly simmering down to cold disbelief towards my own family.

“You're right, they didn't.”

“They told me that you'd moved on. That you had a good job and a husband, and that… and that you resented me for leaving.”

“Fuck. Dean, none of that is true. I have a mediocre job at best, I'm certainly not married - never have been and probably never will. And Dean,” I moved my hand from his arm and slipped it into his warm palm, “I do not resent you.” I offered him a reassuring smile which he returned, tension quickly leaving his shoulders. Squeezing his hand, I continued, “If anything, I should say thank you.”

“Why would you thank me?” He looked puzzled.

“Because you've taken this surprisingly well for a man of your… calibre.”

He looked as though he didn't know whether insulted or flattered.

“Of my calibre?” He repeated, learning back slightly.

“Well, yeah. In just shy of twelve hours you found out you had a son with someone you've not spoken to in almost a decade, you met your son, took him from Motocross straight to get ice-cream, then brought a movie and popcorn around that very same evening. For someone with an entire armoury in the trunk of their car, I didn't expect… I didn't expect this… I didn't expect you.”

“Didn't expect me?”

I smiled, that warmth appearing in my chest again.

“You're a natural father, Dean. You've made everything easy today, and I'm grateful. So fucking grateful, because over the years I've spent near enough every night laying awake, imaging Levi finally meeting you. And I braced myself for every reaction - every scenario - that you could've thrown our way. So, thank you. I mean it. And thank you for believing me.”

“Believing you?” 

“Yeah, for believing me when I said he was yours. I think most guys would've demanded a paternity test, especially after all this time,” I couldn't stop myself from picking the sleeve of my cardigan, anxiety creeping in at the thought that he still might ask for one. However, Dean simply shook his head. 

“I trust you, (Y/n). I know you're not the sort of person to lie about things like that, so I believe you. Plus…” his eyes shone with something akin to pride, “ you can't tell me that he's not mine. That's a Winchester attitude through and through.” 

We shared a laugh. A light, easy laugh that had me looking at him in that overly familiar way. In the same way that would make my heart skip beats in my chest. I simultaneously felt like I knew him like I used to - that we still had that connection, that bond that made it so easy to be around each other. To feel for each other. On the other hand, we’d spent so much time apart, living completely different lives and getting by in such different ways. He'd had adventures, experiences that I would probably never be able to comprehend, and through all of that I'd been here; living in a two bedroom house in a quiet cul-de-sac in a town far too similar to Stars Hollow than I'd like to admit. I went to work, did school runs, went grocery shopping and grabbed coffee with my best friend in the same fucking café practically every day. And last I remembered, Dean was balls deep in credit card fraud. I wanted to make this work so fucking desperately that it almost hurt. I wanted Levi to have his dad around, to have those experiences boys thrive off with their fathers. I don't expect Dean and I will ever live under the same roof or even be together again, but I'm pretty damn sure that we can be friends, and that is something that would rock Levi's world.

The sound of the door opening and closing startled me from my thoughts as Sam let himself back into the house, sliding the locks and chains into place before turning to face us. He carried two duffle bags, dropping one beside the couch and taking one with him to the table, placing it down carefully so as not to make too much noise. He unzipped it and pulled out a laptop and a small stack of books, holding them up for us to see, like a prize.

“I just… fucking love ghosts,” his tone was unconvincing yet he grinned like he knew something we didn't before taking a seat and getting to work. Dean and I shared a look before erupting into laughter, trying painstakingly hard to keep quiet.

“Is your brother from a different planet? Wait no, scratch that, you're both equally as strange as each other. Earthlings or not, you're certainly cut from the same cloth.”

Dean feigned hurt with a hand on his chest yet the grin never left his lips. He muttered a few things about Sam picking his moments before standing from the couch, jabbing his thumb towards the kitchen green eyes on mine.

“Another beer?”

I felt my grin stretch further across my face, my heart doing a little dance at the way he looked down at me, like he just wanted to sit and talk about everything and nothing all at once - just like we used to. I nodded, trying not to let the way the soft glow from the candles in the room made him look like ‘a night well spent’. 

“Yeah, I'd love another beer.”

Next Chapter: Chapter 5

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[whimsyfinny]

Dean in this fic does something totally unholy to me and I'm living for every minute of it 🖤

Hurt so good.

Summary: After the reader makes a comment about missing Dean’s leather jacket and the old days, he takes matters into his own hands and takes her on the hunt of her life.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, dark romance, hunting, p n v, all the things.

This is not the way I thought this fic would go, but here we are.

My first entry for #Jackelsversebingo2024! 🥳 This one is based on the prompt ‘Camping’ and I have no idea how I came up with this based on that. It’s smutty, it’s a little dark, and it’s got a brief appearance of early season’s leather jacket. 🤗 I loved writing this one, and I hope you enjoy reading it! I guess this could also be classified as Kinktober, but I’m not involved in one of those. 🤣

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Fluorescent lights flicker above my head as I rifle through the dryer, separating my clothes from Deans and folding as I go. He’s never separated clothes, not that he didn’t know how, he just didn’t care to; so it was always up to me or Sam to go through them and make sure nothing was ruined. I slide my arm back in and grimace as I feel the rough leather of one of his new jackets. Slowly pulling it out I can already tell that it’s about two sizes too small at this point; I toss it, along with the rest of the clothes, into the basket and grab a few extra hangers before heading up to our room to finish putting everything away.

“Dean!” I call as I ascend the stairs to the library, “I’ve got some bad news.”

I hear him rattling around in the kitchen, ‘Small Town’ by John Mellencamp softly playing through the little speaker above the door, “Bad news?” He roughly replies, “What do you mean?”

His head peeks around the door of the fridge as I set down the basket and wrinkle my nose, holding up his jacket, “You put this in the dryer.”

He runs a hand across his face and sighs, “Shit.”

“To be honest though,” I start, a slight smile playing at the corners of my lips, “This one isn’t nearly as nice as the one you had when we first met. That one was always my favorite.”

He raises an eyebrow and grins as he shuts the fridge door, “The brown one? That was my dad’s, I don’t even remember the last time I wore that.”

“The day Sammy came back from hell and we met your grandpa.” I blurt out, eyes widening and a blush creeping up my neck as his eyes snap to mine.

“Excuse me?” He gasps, a chuckle escaping him, “Did you just recount, in detail, the last time you saw me wear that jacket?” He takes a few steps toward me and I back slowly out the door. His normal baritone drops what feels like an octave as he whispers, “Did that jacket do something for ya, Darlin’?”

“I-I just-I liked it, and sometimes I miss the days when-when it was just you, me, and Sammy on the road, ya know?” I stutter out and snatch the basket of clothes out of the floor, “It’s-it’s not like I think about the jacket…or-or you in the jacket…”

He shakes his head, rubbing his face again and grins, “Sure, Sweetheart. I miss those days sometimes, too.”

“I’m gonna, uh, finish this.” I nod toward the basket and book it down the hallway, leaving Dean to his thoughts and me to hide in my embarrassment.

A few days later, I’m laid up on the bed with a new book, relaxing during an unusually slow day at the bunker when my phone lights up with Deans name.

‘Meet me in the garage, pack a bag. Got a case.’

‘Didn’t think we had any leads at the moment?’ I send back and grab my duffle from under the bed, stuffing it full with extra clothes and supplies. I sling the bag over my shoulder and grab my phone as another message comes through.

‘Not Chuck related.’

Weird, but not unusual. We could use a run of the mill hunt after everything Chuck’s been throwing at us lately. I shove my phone into my pocket and follow the rumble of the Impala into the garage.

“What did you two get tired of—.” I’m stopped dead in my tracks as Dean turns to face me from the drivers side of the Impala, leather jacket and black tee layered on his torso, Metallica’s greatest hits blasting through the speakers, and the box of his cassettes and 8-tracks sitting beside him. His face is clean shaven and his hair spiked up a little on his head, the only difference is the little aging in his face. If I didn’t know any better I would assume we had spun back in time to 2005.

“Dad’s on a hunt, and I need help looking for a Wendigo,” He nods at the seat next to him and I slowly set my duffle down in the floorboard, “You coming or not?”

Nodding, I sit down beside him and shut the door, trying to stay in character, “Couldn’t get Sammy to help out on this one?”

He snorts and shakes his head, “You know he’s too busy getting a fancy education so he can get me out of trouble.”

I laugh and nod again, “He’s got a lot of learning to do then.” pointing toward his jacket I smile and break for a moment, “Where did you find that?”

“Find what?” He asks, wrapping an arm around the seat and backing out of the bunker, “My jacket? I’ve had this thing for years, Sweetheart, I’d never lose it.” He winks and peels off into the afternoon.

A slight chuckle leaves me and I look out the window, “Where are we headed? Did you bring the map?”

He swaps the tape out, setting the box in the floor before pulling me closer as the intro to ‘Whole lotta Love’ fills the cabin, “Don’t need a map, I know exactly where we’re going. You just sit back and relax.” He places his right arm around my shoulders and I lean into him, the smell of the leather overwhelming my senses, “You gonna sleep? It might be while. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to rest up before we get there.”

I nod and doze off for a while not even feeling the car roll to a stop several hours later. Sunlight warms my cheeks and I stretch, opening my eyes I burst into laughter at the scene in front of me.

“Did you recreate the Wendigo hunt we went on back when we were looking for your dad?!” I exclaim, hopping out of Baby and staring at the tents set up around me, “You’ve really outdone yourself, Dean Winchester.”

He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and sweetly smiles, “I was thinking about it after you mentioned liking the jacket so much and I’ve been missing the ‘monster of the week’ hunts. I thought it’d be fun to pretend for a little while.”

I return his smile and nod toward the bag beside the tent in the back, “Are we really hunting a Wendigo or do you have something more fun than a flamethrower packed in that bag?”

“Is there anything more fun than a flamethrower?” He questions with a shit-eating grin, “I have a lot of things planned for this weekend…and hunting a Wendigo is not one of them.” He stalks toward me slowly and reaches a hand into his jacket, pulling a rope and a black bandana out of the pocket, “But I do plan on hunting you.”

My jaw slightly drops and I take a step backwards, “This is not where I thought this was going.”

He sends me another sweet smile, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I do keep track of the books you read…and this does seem like a theme they follow. If it’s not the kind of hunt you had in mind though, I’m sure I can find something else.”

He shrugs coyly and begins to turn away before I jump and grab his arm, “No!” I can see the smile on his face as he turns back to face me, “I-I mean, no. This is fine. This is…great, actually. I am more than willing to do...this.” My feet shuffle beneath me and I can feel the anticipation in the air as he stares at my face, checking for any sign of hesitation.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He says as he shrugs off the jacket, his black tee stretching deliciously across his chest as he reaches up to tie the bandana around his face, “Run.”

My heart leaps into my throat and I freeze, “Now? The suns still out, that’s too easy…”

“Run.” He says again, picking up a knife I didn’t even know was sitting on the small cooler beside us.

“Dean, this feels like something we should do at….”

“Run!” He yells, stepping quickly toward me and I take off into the trees.

In my race to hide I realize that I have nothing but my cellphone with me, no food or water, and nothing to signal to Dean that I need help if I end up in a complicated situation. As if this isn’t a complicated situation already. The first place my mind goes to hide is higher ground, but Dean knows my mind just as well as I do, so I scan for somewhere lower and spot a small hole in a tree trunk just big enough for me to fit through. Sliding in, I shimmy my way up and into the trunk, listening intently for any sound that Dean was close by.

My phone begins to buzz in my pocket and as I dig it out I try not to laugh as I notice Dean must’ve taken my phone while I slept because his contact photo has been changed to Ghostface.

I quickly swipe right and put the phone to my ear, “Oh, please don’t kill me Mister Ghostface. I want to be in the sequel.”

A dark chuckle comes from the other end of the line and I hear him suck in a breath, “Tell me where you are and I won’t have to.”

“No way.” I breathe out, “You’ve gotta catch me.”

The snap of a twig comes from outside of the tree and I feel my heart plummet, “I don’t think you picked a very good spot.” He whispers, knocking softly on the tree trunk, “Do you?”

A hand suddenly slides through the opening of the trunk and wraps around my ankle, pulling hard enough to make me lose my balance landing me on my ass, “Got’cha.”

I pull on my foot and panic sets in as I realize he isn’t letting up. His other hand wraps around my other leg and one hard pull has me out in the open air.

Dean wags a finger at me, his green eyes sparkling, “I know you can hide better than that. I taught you better.”

My brows furrow and I set my jaw, “Speaking of which, how hard are we playing?”

He raises a brow and I see the bandana twitch as he smirks, “No holds barred, Darlin’. Do what you need to get away, it’ll make it more fun when I catch you….again.”

“Good.” I raise a leg and stomp on the hand still holding my ankle in place. He yanks his arm back, cursing, and I scramble away back in the direction of camp, “Catch me if ya can!”

I find another tree with branches low enough that I can swing onto and pull myself up high enough that I can see below me and for a few feet surrounding the tree. My phone rings again and I put it to my ear, hearing Dean’s gruff voice before I can answer.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He spits out, “Are you hiding better this time?”

“You didn’t say I had to play nice.” I whisper, “I think I’m hiding quite well, thank you.”

I sit on the branch with my back toward the trunk of the tree, keeping my knees to my chest in case they dangle and he sees me, “Are you coming to get me?”

“Maybe I already found you.” He whispers back, “Maybe I’m looking at you right now.”

“What are you gonna do when you catch me?”

“When?” He replies, and I can hear the smirk on his face, “Giving up so easily?”

“No, just curious.”

“You’ll find out soon.” The line suddenly goes dead, and I quiet my breathing, as if he could hear it from the ground. The birds and the sound of the creek below are the only noise surrounding me and I chance leaning over to see if he’s anywhere close by, slamming myself back quickly when I see his bandana clad face in the tree next to me. After a moment I realize he must’ve missed me and I chance leaning around again, when a hand wraps around my throat from behind.

“How do we keep meeting like this?” He grunts cockily into my ear, “It’s like you want to be caught.”

My heart is in my throat as he pulls me to him, “I’m going to help you down,” He whispers, one hand on my throat, his thumb and forefinger on either side of my jaw, the other hand on my ass, “Are you going to run?”

I shake my head dumbly and blink, “No.”

“Are you going to hit me?”

Another shake of my head, and he slowly helps me to the forest floor, “Now what am I gonna do with you?” He wraps a hand in my hair and pulls me to my feet, “You did try your best, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh.” I nod, frantically looking for someway to get out of his hold this time as he drops his hand to my jaw again.

Leaning down and he pulls my face up to his, “Your best just wasn’t good enough, was it?”

I smile sweetly and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and then abruptly shoving him away. Losing his balance, he curses again as I take off running. He scrambles to his feet and lunges to tackle me to the floor, we roll for a few feet before I pin his arms above his head, my knee on his chest.

“Who’s catching whom?” I smirk as I stare down at him, “This isn’t going the way you thought, is it?”

The bandana moves again, the hint of a smile in his eyes, “Sweetheart, this is exactly what I had planned.” His knee finds its way underneath mine and we’re suddenly rolling once more, him pinning me and straddling my hips, “Now, are you going to stay still?”

I nod, my heart in my throat once more, as his hands make their way slowly down my body to the hem of my shirt.

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He lifts the fabric above my head, throwing it to the side, and pulls the rope from his belt loop, wrapping it loosely around my wrists, “Tighter.” I whisper, watching his eyebrows raise before he pulls the knot tight against my skin.

His hands slide down my torso and he slowly slides my jeans down my legs, “Should’ve had you run around like this instead.” He whispers, biting his lip, “Would’ve caught you the first time.”

I blush and bite my own lip, as he rakes his eyes over my body, “Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”

He grips my jaw tightly, dropping the bandana to his neck and pulls me into a searing kiss, his tongue dancing over mine. I strain against the ropes on my wrists, lifting my arms to place my hands in his hair, “No.” he gruffly says before pinning my arms down again, “Don’t touch me.”

I groan, but his lips are on mine again before I can complain and any arguments fly out the door as he lays his body across mine and pushes his hips into me.

“Dean.” I moan, raising my hips to meet his, “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks, and I can feel the smirk on his lips as he runs them down my throat, “What do you need, Baby?”

My legs wrap around his waist and pull him roughly into me again, and he grunts as I sink my teeth into his throat, “Please, Dean.”

He moans again and slides a hand down my waist, “I love it when you beg.” He sinks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs before unhooking my bra and helping me stand.

“Now you.” I bat my lashes and he flashes a smile my way before reaching behind me.

“Got something else for ya, first.” He pulls a duffle bag over and takes the old brown jacket out, laying it out on the forest floor, “Lay down. Put your head on it, not above it.”

I do as he instructs as he takes his own clothes off and finds his way in between my thighs again, and slowly runs his hand over himself. I blush as he stares at me again, one hand around himself, the other around my throat as he brings me up to him in another kiss.

“I love you.” He whispers against my lips and pushes me down onto the leather again, before reaching below and feeling the wetness building between my legs, “All that because I chased you through the woods like a maniac?”

“All that because I know you’d never really hurt me.” I reply with a moan as he sinks a single finger into me.

“Oh, I’m gonna hurt you, Baby.” He grins as he adds another finger and runs his other hand across my breast, tugging and pinching at my nipples, “Hurt you so good.”

He slides his fingers out of me and shoved them between my lips with a groan before grabbing the rope above me and flipping me to my stomach. Lifting my hips, he lines up with my entrance and slams his hips into mine, pulling moan after moan from my lips as he rocks into me.

“Good girl,” He groans out, “Yell as loud as you want, no one’s coming to help you.”

His hand wraps around my throat and pull me flush against his chest as his other hand slides across my stomach to rub circles on my clit, “Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Uh huh. Yeah.” I whisper, breathily, “Gonna cum for you.”

“Then do it.” He grunts out as he runs faster, “Wanna feel you squeeze the life outta my cock. Wanna cum with you.”

The mix of his words and the sensations overwhelming my body send me directly over the edge, my eyes roll back and I go limp in his arms, feeling his hips stutter to a stop shortly after. He pulls himself out of me and spins me slowly to face him as he cradled my face, placing a sweet kiss to my lips.

“That was awesome.” He breathes out with a grin, “We should do that once a month.”

I laugh as he places the jacket around my naked shoulders and pulls his pants up around his waist, “Yeah, next time you can keep the jacket on.”

He winks and pulls me toward our camp, “We’ll see. You wanna rest, eat a s’more, and then maybe I’ll let you chase me through the dark.”

“Didn’t you tell a cop one time that you don’t get trapped in the woods with people, people get trapped in the woods with you?”

“I’d make an exception for you.” He says with a grin, tugging me close to him and kissing my temple, “I love you, Pretty Girl.”

I smile against him, “I love you, too.”

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A/N: I was not sure how to end this so I hope that’s satisfying enough. My first time writing smut e v e r. I enjoyed this one, I hope you did, too! 🫶🏼

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Can I just say a massive WTF and also THANK YOU SO MUCH for the appreciation of this one fic? Like, how does this have so many notes?! This took me a long time to write so I'm glad it's been so loved in such a short amount of time 🥺

Sexy F*cking Nerd

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Dean discovers a little secret of (Y/n)'s during a case research session he can't help but let temptation get the best of him.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fingering, PinV, Oral (M receiving), slight angst if you squint, Dean having a glasses kink (not really a warning but not everyone wears them hahaha lucky bastards)

MDNI! 18+

Word Count: 5688

A/N: It's taken a little while but here is the second competition winner from a few weeks back, the prompt provided by the wonderful @foxyjwls007 - I hope you like it!

The motel room was stuffy to say the least - that usual aroma of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener lingering around us. There was a dripping sound coming from God knows where and the AC hummed in between the concerning clinking from deep within the vents. It was crap. So crap. But it was home for a few nights; just like all the motel rooms that came before. Dean stepped past me and over the threshold, immediately slinging his duffle and jacket onto his chosen bed. He stretched his arms above his head, the grey Henley clutching his muscular abdomen and rising enough to flaunt what lay beneath. I sighed, following him in and slumping onto the bed beside his - the musty stench from the sheets enveloping me.

“Well…” Dean started, pulling Sam's laptop out of his bag and placing it on the small table by the window.

“Well…?” My voice echoed as I focused on the ceiling fan that spun off centre.

“...This is… nice?” His statement was more of a question as he looked around with raised eyebrows. I propped myself up on my elbows, flashing him a look of speculation.

“Seriously?” A moment passed before he huffed a long-held breath and slapped his large palms on his thighs.

“No of course not, this place sucks more dick than a hooker on payday.”

“You got that right,” I flopped back down onto the bed, a small dust cloud erupting under my weight. I closed my eyes and listened as Dean pulled a chair out from under the table, slumping down into it. Then there was the familiar click of the laptop opening followed by the sound of stuttered not-quite-touch-typing, presumably he was starting work on the case that we’d come here to investigate. The tap tap tap of whatever was leaking began to drill into my brain, my patience already wearing thin with the rooms dire ambiance. I pulled myself up to sitting, criss-crossing my legs on the bed and brushing whatever that dust from the bedding was off my sweater sleeves.

“When's Sam back?” I asked, watching as Dean searched the keyboard in front of him for some long lost letter.

“Uuuh, I'm not sure. He said to work this case without him.”

“Ugghhh, I bet he's having way more fun than us right now, it's not fair,” I plopped my chin into my palm and stared past the older Winchester out the window, almost willing Sam to appear and walk in like any other day.

“It's just some dumb wedding, I doubt he's having that much fun.”

I scoffed before I could stop myself, Dean breaking eye contact with the screen to throw me a raised eyebrow.

“Look,” I collected myself, “you didn't know Sam in college. He won't admit it but he was popular. Really popular. Not the total nerd you think he is. He's absolutely having fun with these people.”

“Yeah right. So who's at this wedding anyway? Why was it so important that he just had to be there?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing full well Sam had already told him all the details. Typical Dean.

“It's for a couple of friends who he and Jess were close with back then. Pretty sure the bride was prom queen in highschool or something and the groom was a trust fund jock. Either way, not my crowd,” I sighed slightly, memories from my college days flooding my mind.

Deans eyebrows twitched into a small frown, his thoughts seeming to cloud his vision for a second before he reluctantly dismissed them. I looked down into my lap for a moment, reminiscing how I always kept my distance from Sam whilst at Stanford, but he had always been that boy that would make my heart flutter when he spoke up in class or when I'd see him on the quad with his friends. I remember seeing him with his nose in a book once at my usual desk in the library, my cheeks burning when he caught me staring. Who would've thought several years down the line I'd be sat in a bottom-rung motel room with his obscenely good looking older brother researching monster lore. At least we would be researching monster lore, if it wasn't for the small growl my empty stomach had gurgled out. I couldn't stop the small pulse of embarrassment burning into my cheeks as Dean eyed me with a grin.

“Wanna get some lunch?” He asked, standing up like he already knew my answer.

“Fuck yes. I'm feeling burgers,” I shuffled to the edge of the bed and stood up, watching as Dean shrugged on his leather jacket and headed to the door, holding it open for me.

“Now you're speaking my language.”

*

The diner was almost as sad and withered as the motel room, however the food was nothing short of spectacular. I watched in awe as Dean polished off his second burger, a small glob of sauce sticking to his stubble and threatening to drip off his chin. He must've felt me watching in wonder - or perhaps disgust - as when he looked up from his plate he shot me a questioning glance.

“What?” His tone was a little defensive through the mouthful of fries he'd just shovelled in. I took a second before asking, half-genuine:

“Where do you put all of that?”

“Put what?”

“The food - where does it go? Do you have hollow legs? Two stomachs? Does it just evaporate as soon as you swallow it?”

He grinned, wiping the sauce from his face with a napkin.

“Goes straight to the abs baby. It's muscle fuel,” he leant back in his chair, stretching a little before patting his stomach to punctuate his statement. I simply rolled my eyes.

“Yeah right, you're not that muscly Dean.”

“How would you know? You've never seen me with my shirt off.”

“I know, and I plan to keep it that way.”

He feigned a pout before returning to his fries. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, my mind absently going back to all the lore we should be trying to gather. I gripped my milkshake that had so generously been served in a thin paper cup, attempting to suck the practically solid beverage up the equally thin paper straw. Finding the nearest library would be the next task on our to-do list, despite the protesting I know I'll get from Dean.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” My train of thought was derailed at the sound of my name. The slurping of over-thickened milkshake from myself ceased.

“What's up?”

“What were you like in college?”

I eyed him with caution, wondering what part of his brain was in control right now.

“What do you wanna know?”

Catching the wariness to divulge him to such information, he smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders.

“I'm not asking to be weird, I just-” he paused, choosing his next words tactfully, “the way you described Sam as being a totally different person - some hot-shot with the perfect grades, popular friends and a girlfriend like Jess - it just got me thinking. How would Sam have described you?”

I almost spat my dairy-goop back into the straw, my brain freezing.

“Dean,” I started before planning what I was going to say, placing my cup on the table. “Sam wouldn't be able to describe me.”

My words brought a small smirk to his lips.

“You were that hot, huh?”

“What the fuck- no- I wasn't- he didn't- Sam never- ” I stopped myself before I had an aneurysm and took a deep breath.

“I was in a totally different crowd to Sam. He was always surrounded by people and, well, I barely even had a crowd.”

“Lone wolf?”

“Bingo. But definitely not the cool, collected, stoic type. Think more, invisible to the public eye, always carrying books, and borderline selective mute because of how shy I was.”

“Oh… what changed?,” Deans tone changed entirely, genuine intrigue seeming to take the wheel. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, remembering my method to forcing myself out of my bubble.

“The only job I could get was in a bar. No one else wanted the hours and I desperately needed cash. I didn't really have a choice after that,” I paused, remembering how terrified I was on my first day and grinned slightly, grateful for the extra confidence I had now because I took that leap.

“Hey, what sort of crowd do you think I would've been in?”

I snorted, looking up into his expectant eyes - almost captivated by the glistening greens.

“What am I? A BuzzFeed quiz? I have no idea Dean, you're too much of a wildcard to predict. You probably would've fit in with anyone and everyone.”

“Even you?”

For reasons unbeknownst to even myself, my breath caught in my throat. The sudden soft sincerity of his voice contradicting his usual temperament, my heart starting to flutter in my chest. If the college version of myself had met Dean back then I just know I would have been enthralled at first glance.

“I don't think you would've noticed me. You would've been surrounded by every tall, thin blonde and brunette with perfect tits. Trust me, you would've been distracted,” I smiled an almost sad smile at the thought of him simply being on university grounds and having the time of his life - knowing it was something that he was never going to get the chance to experience in this upside down life of his. Of ours. He tapped his fingers on the table for a second, likely lost in some ludicrous thought I don't think I'd want to be privy to. I attempted another slurp of my milkshake when the paper straw gave out and flopped in half, the need to leave conversation and the diner suddenly looming over me.

“Come on, let's get to the library before it closes,” I stood and pulled my oversized sweater down so it covered my ass before reaching for my backpack. Just as my fingers touched the worn fabric of the strap it was torn away, my head snapping up to Dean who flung it over one shoulder with his signature grin on his face.

“Lead the way nerd.”

I couldn't help but beam at his playfulness. I hated the fact that he made it so easy to adore him. Hated that he completely overlooked how I was his total opposite in almost every way. How when we were talking, his eyes never left mine - how he was genuinely interested in what I was like in the past. And how, when I had his attention, he didn't even notice that the hot waitress had written her number on a napkin and left it next to him.

*

The trip to the library was about as eventful as it sounded. After checking out multiple books on cursed items, local lore and popular antiques from the seventies, we loaded ourselves back into the impala, made an all-important beer run before heading back to the motel.

The small table by the window was now totally smothered by a blanket of books, maps and empty beer bottles. Deans chin rested in his palms as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him, and I must've read the last sentence of the paragraph laid before me a dozen times without it even sinking in. The obnoxious dripping and humming of ancient appliances was starting to make me feel restless.

“It has to be the boots,” Dean groaned, draining the last of his beer.

“Either the boots or the disco ball. But my money is on boots as well,” I sighed, pushing the book away from me and standing slowly, gathering the quickly accumulating litter now scattered around us.

“I'm gonna make some coffee, my brain is fried over how fucking ridiculous this case is,” I ditched the trash in the bin before filling the coffee machine, listening to it whir to life whilst I headed to my bed. I could feel Deans gaze on my back as I rummaged around my bag in search of a specific item.

“What are you looking fo-” he'd started to ask the question but his voice died in his throat when I turned around. I quickly pushed my newly adorned glasses up the bridge of my nose, already feeling the oversized frame start to slip down as I tried not to make a big deal over them.

“What?” My tone was a fraction off aggressive when I realised he was staring. He seemed to snap out of his daze, quickly rubbing the back of his neck and turning back to the laptop screen. He cleared his throat

“I uh, I didn't know you wore glasses,” I could tell from the slight tremble in his voice that his mind was reeling.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“No! I mean, no, absolutely not. They look good. The glasses, I mean. The glasses look good. Not on their own, obviously. On your face. They look good on your face. You have a great fa-”

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set it on the counter, filling it to the brim with caffeinated goodness. I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my lips at Deans fumbling, almost finding the whole ordeal a little charming. I sat back down at the table and pulled the books back towards me, also grabbing my pen and tattered notebook.

“The guests at the club mentioned hearing footsteps - so it has to be the boots, right? A disco ball wouldn't make that sound…” my voice trailed off when I realised that, even though Dean was looking at me, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.

“Earth to Dean?”

He flinched slightly at his name, but felt no shame delving in with a completely off-topic question.

“So how long have you worn glasses?”

“I’ve always worn them,” I slid back into my chair at the table opposite him, not sure whether to laugh at the shocked expression on his face or whether to be concerned about his observation skills.

“What?! No way, I would’ve noticed,” He opened another beer and took a sip before tracing the opening to the bottle over his bottom lip.

“ I only wear them for concentration work, and I have emergency contact lenses if I know I’m going to be around a lot of people as I don’t particularly like how they look.”

Dean made a small disagreeable expression before averting his gaze from mine back to the laptop, taking another swig of his beer. I placed my coffee mug down and settled back into the book I was reading before, and after a few moments I could feel my skin begin to prickle - as though I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I glanced up, my breath immediately catching in my throat. Deans eyes found mine, burning with an intensity that made my heart hammer in my chest. I didn’t want to look away, but under his gaze I felt like I’d been stripped bare, unable to hide my insecurities from an eye that seemed to scorch through to my very core.

“Dean-”

“(Y/n), you should really have more confidence in yourself; I think the glasses look cute as fuck. You should wear them more,” a fierce blush erupted across my face when he spoke, his assured tone leaving no room for disagreement. I tried desperately not to let on that his words held any sort of impact over my decisions so I looked down, away from his scrutiny and simply said:

“Maybe I will.”

He hummed in approval, finally looking elsewhere and I couldn’t stop myself from breathing a sigh of relief when the pressure of his stare was averted.

The evening dragged on and an hour and a half had passed since his loaded comment. I was on the third book we’d checked out of the library, now trying desperately to find the curse that would cause a pair of 1970s glam rock boots to dance for eternity and haunt anyone who tried to wear them. This case was absurd, and I could feel myself growing restless with the small amount of progress we’d made. I huffed out a sigh and leant back in my chair, the faux leather and rusted metal creaking under my weight. Pulling the hair bobble from around my wrist I scooped my hair into a bundle on the top of my head, securing it in place; the sensation of air on my neck seemed to clear some of the fog from my brain. The messy bun was comfortably enough that I could forget it was there, and I allowed myself a stretch before leaning back over the table, grasping my pen. As I began to read the next segment, I absently traced the end of the pen over my bottom lip, running it back and forth a few times before gently nibbling on the end. I heard the shuffling of Dean moving in his seat and a ragged clearing of his throat before the sound of vigorous laptop keys clicking ensued. Without looking up at him I continued reading, the pen still tapping my bottom lip, and when I neared the bottom of the paragraph, I slowly licked the pad of my index finger. My eyes never leaving the words, I turned the page swiftly with my dampened digit, the transition from one page to the next perfectly seamless. Another shuffle from the man opposite followed by a quiet groan filled the silence between us. Pen still between my teeth, I lifted only my eyes to glance at him and noted the dusting of pink across his cheeks and the furrow in his brow. Concluding that he’d had one too many beers I decided to ignore his persistent fidgeting, returning to my previous task on monotonous reading. Several sentences in and I’d almost forgotten Deans restlessness - that was until I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, deep in thought, that I earned myself a throaty groan and an exasperated sigh. I looked up just in time to watch him wipe a large hand down his face, momentarily masking his pained expression.

“Can you not do that? I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Upon asking my question I absently took the pen between my teeth again, quickly glancing down at the book to place a mental bookmark.

“That.”

“What?”

“That. That thing you do with our mouth, and the pen, and your tongue and your finger. Can you please stop before it kills me.”

The heat beneath my skin was immediate at his admission, knowing my small, absent-minded actions were playing on his mind and making it hard for him to think straight. I instinctively crossed my legs, a fluttering in my lower belly instantly dragging my mind back to the deprived things I’d imagined Dean doing to me in the depths of night. The places I’d imagined his hands travelling, the areas his lips would touch and the sensations his tongue could create. These were deeply, deeply personal fantasies, and right now as Dean looked at me with a restrained hunger, I felt like I was wearing these fantasies for the world to see. For Dean to see.

“It doesn’t help that you’ve been sat over there like a sexy fucking librarian all evening, but every time you do that anything with that mouth - shit, sweetheart you’re driving me insane.” His voice was gravelly as he looked at me with desperate eyes across the table. The overly rational part of my brain had shut down completely, and now the part of my mind that had spent hours conjuring vivid scenes of Dean Winchester ravishing me in my entirety had taken the charge. I stood slowly, taking a moment to reason with myself - unsuccessfully of course - before sinking to my knees in front of my chair. I could see Deans strong thighs were spread wide beneath the table so I crawled forwards, across the cold tiles and placed myself between his legs. Resting my palms softly on his thighs I made him flinch at the unexpected contact. He immediately scooted his chair back, allowing a gap for me to poke my head through - his hand instantly acting as a barrier between the edge of the table and my skull. I got comfortable and allowed myself a moment to gaze up at him, to take in the strained furrow in his brow and the parting of his lips. I observed the way his chest rose and fell in apprehensive breaths, and the way his free hand clenched into a fist on his thigh - like he was so desperate yet so scared to touch me.

“(Y/n)-”

“Dean,” I spoke softly, slowly running my hands up his thighs - delicate palms against rough denim, “you’re a smart boy - you know I wouldn’t do something I didn’t want to do. So please, don’t say I don’t have to do this.”

Dean released a shaky breath the moment my fingers unclasped his jeans. I tugged them down slightly with his help, just enough so I could dip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his half-hard length. The moment my skin touched his, his head lolled back and his eyes fluttered closed with a breathy moan on his lips.

“Fuck…”

I gently pulled him from his confines, coming face to face with the cock I’d literally dreamt of again and again. I took the scene in, committing to memory the sharp outline of his jaw and the way his long lashes rested on his lightly-freckled cheeks. The way that, every time he breathed in, I could see his defined muscle tone through the thin fabric of his shirt; and with every small caress that my fingers made against his length, it made his fingers twitch and teeth clench. I licked my lips before leaning in and took his tip into my mouth, not giving him a chance to finish sucking in air through his teeth before I plunged his entire length down my throat. 

“Oh FUCK.”

His hands flew to my hair, fingers gripping tight as they loosened strands from the messy bun, causing them to fall around my face. He’d lifted his head to look down at me, pupils blown as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked nothing more than enthralled. Infatuated. Entranced. I moved my head up and down, up and down, again and again to a steady rhythm, pressing my tongue to the underside of his now rock-hard cock to trace every vein and nerve-ending.

“Shit, (Y/n), I didn’t know you could suck cock, like, at all… how’re you s’fuckin’ good…” his voice was breathless as he continued to grip my hair, his head flopping to the side as pleasure started to overcome his senses. I released him with a small ‘pop’, wrapping my fingers around him and smearing the warm mixture of saliva and precum from tip to base.

“Despite everything I told you earlier, Dean, I’m not a virgin - and this certainly isn’t my first rodeo,” my voice came out more sultry than I’d expected and I could feel Dean tremble beneath my palms.

“Fuck, I wish I’d known that sooner,” I chewed on my bottom lip, quickly becoming addicted to the way he writhed at my touch. The way he moaned and gripped my hair tighter when I sucked him back into my mouth was like pure ecstasy, my insides heating up and throbbing with an ache of familiar arousal. Like a thirst that could only be satisfied by him. By tasting him, feeling him on my tongue and drinking in every sound that passed his plush parted lips. The sensation of my glasses slipping down my nose as I sped up my ministrations had me reaching to push them back up, but not before Dean beat me to it. With the rough pad of his thumb he pushed on the plastic bridge, his palm and fingers pressed to my flushed cheek in the most tender, almost heart wrenching caress. I thought my heart might stop when he tilted my face up to his; lustful eyes burning into mine with a vehemence I’d never encountered. I stopped in my tracks, all actions ceased as the spell he’d somehow put me under wouldn’t let me look away. 

“If you keep going like that darlin’ this whole thing is gonna be over before you know it,” his voice was raspy, a rawness to it from the harsh breaths and ragged moans that had been pulled from his throat. He slowly pulled his cock from my spit-slick lips and grasped it loosely, giving himself a few lazy pumps whilst his other hand never left my face. He stared down at me, taking a few moments as though he was committing the sight of me, knelt between his knees with flushed cheeks and swollen lips to memory. Once it seemed that memory was locked away in the depths of his mind, he grasped me by the arm and pulled me effortlessly into his lap, his fingers almost bruising against my skin. Immediately I felt him, in his entirety, press against me with the heat and wetness seeping through my jeans and past my panties. This time when our eyes met, there was a mutual desperation; a need to consume each other and to feel every inch of his heated skin against mine. He pulled me frantically down to him and crashed his lips against mine. 

Some people describe their first kiss with someone like butterflies in their stomach, or fireworks exploding all around them. That wasn’t at all what this was like. Kissing Dean Winchester was different - it was wild and untamed - and describing this experience in such a mundane way would be like adding water to a top-shelf whiskey. Kissing Dean Winchester was like driving the impala at one thirty with the roar of the engine drowning out the rest of the world. It was like trying to ride a wild mustang without a saddle, or daring to stand on the highest peak on Earth with nothing to tie you down. It was exhilarating in the most dangerous way imaginable - and I was now officially a thrill seeker. 

The warm taste of the beer on his tongue and the masculine scent of old leather and cologne was pulling me under. Breathing no longer mattered as long as his mouth was on mine and his fingers were in my hair, now tugging the bobble out and throwing it to the floor. As my hair tumbled free he grabbed under my thighs and stood effortlessly, moving me from his lap to the edge of the table without his lips leaving mine. I winced slightly as the corners and several books and the laptop jabbed into my rear and I fumbled to move everything aside, failing when I refused to unlock our lips. Deans patience was non-existent and with one sweep of his strong arm everything tumbled to the floor - including the laptop. I threw the remaining books from underneath me down to join them, no longer caring for their wellbeing. Before I could pull Dean back in - to allow him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me - he hastily pulled off my boots and tugged down my jeans, throwing every item to the growing pile of chaos beside us. I discarded my sweater and top, but before I let his fingers touch my bra I wanted nothing more than to return the favour. 

“I guess you can forget about that whole ‘never seeing me shirtless’ thing, huh?” he smirked through the sexual fog, not waiting for a reply as his lips hungrily found mine again, his own top falling to the floor. 

“Shut up Winchester. Now are you gonna fuck me or wh- OH FUCK-”

Two thick fingers crept under my panties and plunged into me with zero hesitation, curling up and stroking the sensual cushion deep within my core with skillful precision. 

“Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you?” Even with my face now buried in the crook of his neck, I could hear the smirk in his voice, the tormenting tone going straight to my brain.

“Y-yes- fuck- please,” my knees twitched either side of him, squeezing at his hips with every push of his fingers. I gripped his shoulders tight, nails indenting his skin as I leant back to look at him better. Seeing the beads of sweat on his chest and brow alongside the raw, carnal desire in his eyes could have undone me there and then. He frowned in disapproval when I moved to remove my glasses, the fingers that were just inside me now wrapped forcefully around my wrist.

“What d’ya think you’re doing?” straight away I knew his growling question left no room for negotiation.

“I was just-”

“The glasses stay on.”

“To the end?”

“‘Til I say you can take them off.”

I did as I was told, moving my hand to grip the soft strands on the back of his neck, softly dragging my nails over his scalp and drawing a shiver from his spine and a groan from his lungs. He pulled me against him, crushing his lips against mine one more time. He swiftly pulled away and I leant back on my hands, both of us taking a moment to drink each other in - to bask in lascivious glory. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and looked up at him through my lashes, the lenses of my glasses starting to fog around the edges. Another deep moan rumbled from his chest as his heated gaze stayed locked to mine.

“I can’t wait any longer now that you’ve looked at me like that. Fuck.”

With a large hand gripping the soft flesh of my thigh he pulled my underwear to one side and lined himself up, slowly sinking in. Blissful moans harmonised between us, the rawness of him stretching me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and my quivering thighs wrapped around him, pushing him to the hilt. He secured his large hands on the soft flesh of my hips and held me in place as he slowly withdrew. I could feel him; feel every ridge and vein drag out and then in, out and in, over my most sensitive, intimate, area. The slick sounds of our intimacy  began to echo around the room as he picked up speed, strong thighs working at a feverish pace. With every thrust he pushed against that one spot that made my legs jerk and eyes water, my arms almost giving out underneath me as the table rattled beneath my weight. With the ferocity of his pounding and the heightened sensitivity he’d curated between my legs only moments before, we both knew that neither of us would last long. The sounds of his ragged breaths and throaty moans alone had me clenching around him already, and I know my constricting muscles already had his hips stuttering as I sucked him in with every thrust.

“Fuck (Y/n)- You’re so fuckin’ tight-”

I chewed on my bottom lip as his desperate eyes met mine.

“Oh yeah? Well I feel like you’re cock is in my fucking ribcage- oh fuck-”

He slipped one hand between us, his large palm resting on my lower belly as his thumb drew fast circles around my clit. The immediate contact on my bundle of nerves had my whole body quivering, the knot of an impending climax already starting to twist tighter and tighter in the depths of my core. The way that Dean fucked me into the motel room table was something that I would be able to feel deep in my soul for the rest of my life - my body and entire nervous system having never been worked in such a feral way before. Dean dropped forward and crushed my body into his - one large strong arm wrapped around my trembling body and kept me pressed against him as his head dropped to the crook of my neck. Soft lips pressed hot kisses against my shoulder, teeth gently nibbling the soft flesh as the coil wound and wound, the wave of orgasmic bliss rising higher and higher as my mind emptied, leaving behind only one thought.

Dean.

He was all consuming - all I could see, taste and smell. All I could feel. Oh God could I feel him; driving me to the brink of pure bliss as he frantically sped up - desperate to seek his own undoing as well as my own. One… two… three more fervid thrusts and the peak he’d helped me ascend to shattered around me as I practically screamed his name, the white-hot euphoria scorching my insides as I clamped like a vice around him. 

“Oh shit- (Y/n) I can’t- fuck-”

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth to mine as he came undone, spilling inside me as he worked through his own white-hot euphoria. 

The kiss we shared evolved from hot and needy to soft and wanting - the sensation of hot cum running down the inside of my thigh and cooling against my skin being the only thing to pull me away. Dean continued to lean over me for a moment, looking down at me with an expression that told me he had so much he wanted to say. Instead, he looked down at his release now starting to pool on the floor beneath us, then to the books and laptop that had been thrown across the floor before turning back to face me with the most devilish grin on his face.

“You know that this mess is all your fault, right?”

I scoffed.

“My fault? How is it my fault?”

“Because, sweetheart…” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and pushed lightly on the plastic bridge sitting on my nose.

“You put on on those fucking glasses.”

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Omggggg @aylacavebear thank you so much this is so sweet of you! I love your work as well so this low key makes me wanna cry tears of joy. Some of my favourite writers who have me addicted to their work are below!

@cheynovak

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There are so many amazing writers out there atm, it honestly keeps me sane sometimes being able to read the incredible stuff you produce. So thank you thank you for putting that amazing shit out there!

I love and appreciate both my own readers and other writers so fucking much, like seriously I doubt I'd be coping so well with life rn if it wasn't for all of you. So thanks again ❤️

That feeling tho when you find that fic writer that just absolutely fucking

understands the characters to their core

writes so well they–just so–they just—their writing is—-THEY WRITE GOOD

shatters your bad mood with a new update

writes a fic that you can read over again and still clutch at your heart like HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE–I LOVE THIS FIC

writes a scene that has you all giddy in public and that one random stranger asks you like “ooo you are smiling :) :) is that a boy :) you are talking to :)” and you’re like “no I’m reading a Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU, please leave”

understands and portrays the characters better than the people who make MOVIES with those characters

amazing. just amazing. fic writers are awesome

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whatever they were feeding him in s1, why tf did they stop