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kazosa · 6 years ago

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A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement - Part 3

Summary: All you wanted was to use your skills in automotive engineering and design to open your own custom car shop. When the rug gets yanked out from under you, one of your regular customers offers you a job that you just can’t resist. Will it stay a mutually beneficial arrangement, or will something unexpected bloom?

Pairing: AU Dean Winchester x Reader

Appearances by: Bobby Singer, Ellen (Harvelle) Singer, John Winchester, Ryan

Chapter Synopsis: The trip to Kansas and meeting the Singers and John Winchester. Will they believe that the reader is really Dean’s fiancé, or will they see through the ruse?

Word count: 5550

Warnings: alcohol consumption, language, awkwardness

Tagging: @coffee-obsessed-writer @closetspngirl @sorenmarie87 @adoptdontshoppets @parinarain @his-paradox @babykalika2001 @docharleythegeekqueen @22sarah08 @flamencodiva @mirandaaustin93 @collette04 (if you want to be added to the tags, holla)

You were in the Impala waiting for Dean. He had stopped at yet another gas station. Baby was a great car, but she didn’t sip gas, she guzzled. You got out your phone while you waited.

“This is beginning to be a bad habit,” Ryan said when she answered the phone. “How is it going?”

“It’s good,” you were trying to keep your excitement under control. “The day I told him, we had dinner at his place, and we drank all of his booze.”

“Thank God,” she was fully aware of how you were wen you were drinking. “Did ya get it?”

“Get what?”

“Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean. Impala Guy is HOT. Please tell me you at least let him round the bases.”

“You’ve been hanging out with Donna too much,” you observed.

“Well?”

“No. He fell asleep on the couch. We were talking ‘til really late,” you explained. “I… had to sleep in his bed.”

“That’s kinda hot… what happened yesterday? Did you get the jewels yet?” Ryan wanted to know.

“Oh my God, yes. They’re these gorgeous emeralds in gold. Amazing,” you confirmed. “We’re about 70 miles outside of Lawrence. He’s been going slow this last leg. Oh, and we got fake engaged last night.”

“What?! That’s the stuff you need to lead with! How did that happen?!”

“We posed as a married couple for the earrings and it was…” you sighed, “SO good. He fell into it naturally. I think he might have actually liked it. He’s letting me borrow his grandmother’s ring.”

“You need to send me a picture of that as soon as we hang up. So, why’s he taking so long to get there? How long have you been on the road?”

“Getting close to eight hours,” you said. “Stopped for gas twice and lunch. This time is a top-off and a pee break.”

“TMI honey. Maybe he just wants to hang out with you and not his family,” Ryan suggested.

Ryan probably wasn’t far off. Dean hadn’t out right expressed hesitation, but you could feel it.

“Yeah, maybe. Finally. Here he comes, gotta go,” you told Ryan when you saw him crossing to the car.

“Picture!” Ryan reminded. “Bye!”

Dean opened the door and got in the car.

“Bye!” you hung up. You’d already taken a picture of the gorgeous ring and quickly sent it to Ryan.

“Who’re you talkin’ to?” Dean was curious.

“My friend, Ryan, I told you about. She was checking up on me,” you answered.

“Did you tell her how handsome I am and what a perfect gentleman I’ve been?” he aske with a hint of mischief.

You laughed, “Um, yeah, actually, and she’s a little disappointed.”

He started the car and pulled out of the gas station.

“Disappointed? Did you not sell this?” he moved his hand up and down by his face as he drove.

“She’s disappointed for… other reasons,” you couldn’t believe you were even hinting at sex with Dean.

“Oh?”

You raised your eyebrows at him and nodded.

“Oh,” he grinned. “Well, keeping it professional.” He mocked being serious.

“Absolutely,” you agreed.

A few moments passed and Dean’s demeanor went to real seriousness.

“I think I should warn you about my dad,” he saw he had your attention. “He’s… a jerk. There aren’t a lot of people that like him. Bobby only hangs around because they have a history and because Dad keeps his nose out of the dealerships.”

“Does Bobby like him?” you were a little concerned.

Dean took a beat to think on it.

“I think Bobby respects him,” Dean said, but didn’t say but I don’t think he likes him. “Anyway, he’s gonna say things to you, because of me, that you probably won’t like.”

“What kind of things?” now you were really concerned.

“I told you I used to ‘date’ less than reputable women…”

“Wow. Your dad seems so charming,” sarcasm was your reliable friend in times of stress.

“Yeah, he’s a real peach. Just don’t let the facade fool you.”

“What about your brother and his fiancé?”

“Sam…he’s as smart as they come. Lawyer. Bit of a stick in the mud… grammar nazi… thinks he’s doing the right thing though he’s wrong half the time. Jess is a piece of work. She doesn’t always mean to be a bitch, but she really can come off that way. It’ll just hit you later.”

You bit your lip, then said, “My how you paint a picture.”

“They’re not so bad once you get used to ‘em,” Dean offered.

After he let you in on what his family was really like, you thought maybe you should let him in on a little secret you’d been keeping.

“I have something I need to tell you, too,” you began. “It always comes up when people find out what I do. It’s like some weird compulsion to ask. Like the validity of my chosen career is dependent on it…”

“Just rip off the band aid.”

“I drive a Tesla,” you blurted. The words came out more like one long word than an actual sentence. You cringed waiting for his reaction.

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” Dean looked like he was going to be sick. “How do you get anywhere long-distance?!” He wasn’t yelling, but he was fully horrified at your choice in car. It was almost comical.

“I fly,” you said, finding his behavior amusing, “or I drive my other car. But my Tesla has really good range and hauls ass.”

Dean had a pained look on his face. He hadn’t expected the band aid to sting so much. “Oh God, what’s your other car?” Don’t say hybrid. Don’t say hybrid. Don’t say hybrid.

You were getting the giggles, “An… Altima,” you said between giggles, “hybrid.”

“Goddamnit,” he hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. “I can’t talk to you right now. No more talking.”

“Dean…”

“Nope!” he put his hand up and shook his head, “Shh…”

Dean listened to the deep rumble Baby produced as he pressed the gas pedal. Good, American muscle car. Now that’s what a car should sound like, he thought.

“Alright,” he broke the silence. “What’s your top speed?”

“Two-fifty.”

He snorted in disbelief. Admittedly, he hadn’t seen a Tesla in action, and he hadn’t been keeping up on the new car specs. That was an impressive top-speed.

“What’s the zero to sixty?”

“You know, I’m kind of excited to meet your family,” you were desperate to change the topic.

“What’s the matter sweetheart, embarrassed?”

“No. I just feel like we’re playing ‘whose sword is bigger’.”

“Oh, I know my sword is bigger,” he was goading you, but you resolved not to take the bait. “Show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” you mumbled to the window.

“Any time, darlin’,” he heard you.

“Okay, but I wanna drive a GOAT or something comparable,” you countered.

“You are so on,” Dean said and made a mental note to check into Telsa.

Th closer he got to the house, the more he wanted to turn around and head back to Bemidji. Life was normal there. No one gave a shit about him. He could do his work and fade into the background. No stupid gala’s he had to attend for a company he wanted but would probably never have. He looked at (Y|N) to gauge her mood.

“I can handle them, Dean,” she tried to reassure him.

“I know you can,” he answered back. He made the turn into the lane and slowly drove up to the house.

The drive up the lane was a sight you hadn’t expected. Dean always called it ‘the farm.’ All the farms you had ever been to had livestock and crops. The Winchester ‘farm’ was more like an acreage with out buildings. The house itself was two-stories, quite old, and massive. The wrap-around porch had a swing secured near the ceiling. The house had to be at least a hundred years old and you couldn’t wait to see inside.

Dean came around the front of the car to where you stood by your closed door. He looked slightly apologetic as he approached you. He swung his arms out wide, his palms slapping his thighs as he let them drop. Dean leaned on the car in front of you, his arm propped on the roof.

“Last chance to back out,” he offered.

“A deal’s a deal,” you put your arm between him and the car and around his back. “I’ve got your back.”

He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him. For the tenth time that day, he wished the week were over.

“I’ve got you, too. If it gets too much, you let me know,” he said, his lips brushing your temple.

You could feel yourself melting into him despite the frigid air.

“Alright,” you squeezed him, “showtime!”

You were nervous as hell thought you were trying to put on a good face for Dean. It didn’t take a psychologist to realize he was wary, too. For a second, he held you just as tightly before letting you go and taking your hand.

“Leave the bags, I’ll get them later. It’s too damn cold out here,” he looked back at you, his eyes crinkled, squinting against the bright sun.

He led you up the steps, your hand in his. At the door, you stood close to him as he opened it and stepped through. There was no turning back now.

Dean had to give the front door a fir push to open it. It still stuck in the same spot it always had. The house was warm inside, and a fire was going in the fireplace. It surprised him, a little, that that house had Christmas decorations and a tree. (Y|N) was hesitant behind him, but she followed a moment later when he stepped further into the entryway.

“El, would you look what the cat dragged in?” Bobby saw Dean first and got up off the couch to greet him. “Damn good to see ya, son! We weren’t sure you’d show up.”

“Hey, Bobby,” the two men hugged tightly, Bobby slapping Dean’s back. “Good to see you, old man.”

The two broke their embrace and Bobby warned Dean, “Watch it, son. I may be an old man, but I can still whoop your scrawny ass.”

Ellen had come over from her spot on the couch to say hello to Dean and hug him as well.

“Good to see you, Dean. It’s been too long. Me ‘n’ the old man wasn’t sure you’d be coming,” Ellen said.

You smirked at the glare Bobby gave Ellen.

“Ah, well,” Dean shrugged, “it’s Christmas.”

“Exactly,” Ellen implied it was why she thought he wouldn’t show up. “Still, glad you’re here.”

The greetings out of the way, Bobby and Ellen turned their scrutiny to you.

“Have you finally brought someone home to meet the family?” Ellen asked first. Clearly, she was surprised at your presence.

“Boy, don’t just stand there like an idjit, introduce us!” Bobby was shocked at Dean’s poor manners.

Dean had a half-smile on his face. You were still nervous, but excited to finally meet them. Dean had said nothing but good things about Bobby and Ellen Singer. The only pressure you had was to look like Dean’s fiancé. They didn’t have to like you, only Dean did, but you knew it was important to Dean that the Singers liked you.

“Bobby, Ellen,” Dean was looking at you now, “This is (Y|N), my fiancé.”

You fought the urge to laugh at the shocked expressions on their faces, but you waited for them to say something in return.

“You’re a fine one for secrets!” Bobby grumbled to Dean. “Hello, darlin’, nice to meet you.”

The Conway Twitty song immediately got stuck in your head.

“Forgive our shock, but we didn’t even know Dean was seeing anyone, let alone a fiancé.” Ellen explained.

“He did only ask me last night,” you offered.

Dean put his arm around you again, “Wanted to make sure she said ‘yes’ before she met my crazy family.”

Ellen gave Dean a look that said she heard what he said but couldn’t decide of how much of it she believed. Dean had always been good about keeping his mouth shut, even in the toughest of circumstances. She just couldn’t believe she didn’t notice a change in Dean. A change that usually happens when he’s seeing someone new, but not this time.

“The house looks beautiful,” you observed, breaking the tension and taking off your outerwear.

Dean followed suit while Ellen explained.

“Thank you. I came out here yesterday and did all this,” she said. “Scrooge likes to put on a good show, he just can’t manage doing the house,” Ellen rolled her eyes. “Come on in, honey. Getcha anything to drink?”

You gave Dean a quick glance and he gave you a barely detectable nod.

“Yeah, that sounds great. What do you have?”

“Everything under the sun and an assortment of holiday standards. C’mon into the kitchen, take a look,” Ellen didn’t wait, she just swung her arm for you to follow and went to the kitchen.

Dean was still appreciating the view of (Y|N) disappearing into the kitchen when Bobby started in on him.

“What in the hell has gotten into you? Have you lost your damned mind? Your daddy is gonna flip his lid when he sees his mamma’s ring on her hand.”

Dean didn’t know if Bobby was angry or if he was trying to protect him.

“Well, normal people would be happy if their son got engaged,” Dean mused.

“I’m sorry, son, of course I’m happy for you, it’s just all so sudden,” Bobby explained.

They moved into the living room and sat down near the fire to talk.

“You better tell me. Who is this girl and why are we only finding out about her after you get engaged,” Bobby wanted to know.

Dean half-laughed. (Y|N) was right, it was good to get everything down before.

“She’s actually my mechanic. I asked her out about a year ago. We just hit it off,” Dean shrugged. He thought about the last few days, “She just makes me a better man. I like who I am when I’m with her.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Sam and Jess and your dad thinking about retiring, would it?”

Nothing in the world felt as heavy, or hit harder, than Bobby’s gaze in that moment. The man seemed to always know when something wasn’t as it appeared. For as much as he wanted to tell Bobby the truth, he just couldn’t, not yet.

“See? This is what I’m talking about. I tell you what’s going on and I still get questioned. I love her. That should be enough,” Dean wasn’t yelling, but he was getting upset. He took a breath and steeled himself and wondered where that sudden feeling of protecting (Y|N) came from.

“I think the ladies had a good idea getting a drink,” Bobby said.

“What’s your poison?” Ellen asked as she pulled glasses out of the cupboard.

You told her your favorite and she grabbed a bottle to pour one for you and one for herself. Ellen eyed you with suspicion but admitted, “You have good taste,” and raised her glass. Giving her a nod, you raised your own and you both took a drink.

“Why do you suppose Dean never told us about you?” She cut right to the chase.

Dean had filled you in about what you were up against. You remembered that he said Ellen could sniff out bullshit and to just be as truthful as possible.

“Dean told me about his past. I suppose he didn’t want to disappoint you all again,” you said.

You could almost see the gears turning in Ellen’s thoughts. She was weighing your words against what she knew to be true.

“Did he take you to some dive bar on your first date?”

“No, actually, we were supposed to go out to eat. He didn’t show up to pick up his car like he was supposed to, so I hunted his ass down,” you chuckled at the memory. “When I found him, he had the mash and juice all over him. He ended up taking me to his place and we ordered in. It was really nice. We drank all of his booze and talked until he passed out.”

Ellen cocked an eyebrow at you, “You… drank Dean Winchester… under the table?”

“What?! When?!” Dean walked into the kitchen with Bobby.

“Our first date,” you told Dean as he reached up to get two tumblers out of the cupboard.

Dean opened a bottle of Jonnie Walker Double Black and poured two fingers in each glass, handing one to his adopted uncle and keeping the other for himself.

“I was tired,” he stressed, like he’d had to explain himself more than once on the subject. “I didn’t get much sleep the night before and I made it to 3 AM, thank you.”

“All I’m hearing is excused,” you teased.

“One time. It hasn’t happened since, but she won’t let me forget it,” he played along.

Dean gave you a grin and sipped at the whisky.

“Ohhh…” he caught his breath, “Nectar of the gods.”

“Warms the soul dudnit?” Bobby said, sipping his own.

“Yeah,” Dean’s voice was raspy.

The whisky looked good and you’d never tried it.

“Can I have a taste?” you asked.

Dean did a slow mosey over to where you’d sat at the kitchen island. His fingers lightly brushed yours as he handed you the glass. The dark liquid swirled in the glass as you held it, the smoky aroma hitting your nose. Taking a moment to appreciate the whisky, and the close proximity of Dean, you became aware of the heat that seemed to radiate from his body.

When he’d give you his glass, he rested his arm on the back of your bar stool. Your instincts told you to put your arm around his waist like you had at the store. Dean moved closer, still chatting with Bobby.

“Where is Dad, anyway?” Dean asked.

You brought the glass to your lips. Th smooth liquid took a few seconds to make its presence known with it’s familiar burn. You let it rest on your tongue to get the full flavor and effect. Smoke. Vanilla. Fruit. Spice.

“Oh, he’s in town brow-beating the caterer,” Bobby said, enjoying his own tumbler.

Finally, you could no longer take the burn and let it numb your throat.

“Holy moly,” you rested your head on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean responded to your comment and movement.

“Finally met your match, sweetheart?” he asked reaching for the glass.

You expertly moved it out of his reach.

“Mine now,” you teased, then handed it back. “Man, that’s good. Not sure I’ll be able to taste dinner now.”

“Ellen’s cooking, probably best,” Bobby said softly, but everyone heard anyway.

“Robert Singer!” Ellen whipped a wet dishcloth at his face. The “splat” sound it made when it hit made everyone laugh.

None of you heard the door off the kitchen open and close. It made the sudden appearance of John Winchester that much more startling.

“What’s going on in here?” John’s voice boomed in the kitchen, making everyone fall silent.

“My husband was just embarrassing me in front of Dean’s… new lady,” Ellen grumped. “My cooking is not that bad.”

“Not that good, either,” Bobby said into his glass.

Ellen moved from behind the island, not looking at John, and collected her husband.

“Alcohol makes you bold, Robert” she said as she pushed him out of the room.

You sat in stunned silence as Dean and his dad had a mini stare-down. John wasn’t unhappy to see his son, but he wasn’t overly excited, either.

“Hi Dad,” Dean said.

“Dean,” John crossed he space and hugged him. “Good to see you, son. I’m glad you’re here. Didn’t know you were coming.”

You elbowed Dean.

“You invited me,” he said. “Thought it’d be okay.”

“Of course, it is, you know what I mean,” John looked at you, a half-smile on his face. “And a plus one, I see.”

John seemed nice. You were expecting someone different. Dean took a breath to brace himself and turned to you.

“(Y|N), this is my dad, John Winchester,” he said waving his hand between the two of you. “Dad… (Y|N) is my fiancé.”

John’s eyes went to your left hand where his mother’s ring was clearly visible.

“It’s nice to meet the woman who has stolen my boy’s heart,” he said, extending his hand to you. You jumped down form your barstool to take his hand.

“Very nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about all of you, it’s nice to meet everyone in person,” you were almost gushing and reminded yourself to reel it in.

“Hmm,” John released your hand. “It’s funny you should mention that. I don’t remember Dean saying anything about you.” He eyed you, “You must be the real deal. Dean’s never brought one of his lady friends to the house before, certainly not for the gala.” He paused a beat, “You are here for the whole week, right?”

You nodded.

“Well then, whisky be damned, we need a bottle of champagne! Not every day my oldest son gets engaged.”

Dean couldn’t believe his good luck. He thought his dad would have something bad to say about the bombshell he thought he’d dropped. Knowing his father, he didn’t want to get too excited, it still might land…

You watched John disappear down a staircase behind a door you’d assumed led to the basement wine cellar. He seemed nice enough, but there was something not quite right about him and about what he’d said, you just couldn’t put your finger on it…

“So,” you began, “your dad seems okay, so far.”

Dean was standing very close.

“Yeah, it’s weird. He doesn’t usually like the women I date,” he admitted. “But I kinda did that on purpose, too.”

“Bring home a lot of winners, did ya?” you teased.

Dean shrugged, “More like sneak ‘em out.”

He saw you giving him a look.

“When I was a horny teenager,” he covered.

“An as a horny adult?” you asked.

“Haha. Those were more just meetings in passing,” his voice was low. “And it helped it irritated him.”

“Such a charmer,” you said.

Dean slipped his arms between yours and around your back. Moving half a step forward, you left no space between you. His arms felt nice as you ran your hands up the back of them and over his shoulders. He felt so good pressed against you, warm and firm under the soft flannel.

“I do have my redeeming qualities,” he grinned.

Yeah you do, you thought. Dean seemed happy and you were glad of it. He’d been tense the last hour of the drive to the house, which reminded you…

“Dean, what about the bags? We’re staying here, aren’t we? It seems like no one was expecting to see us…”

“Of course, you’re staying here,” John seemed to have a knack for suddenly appearing.

Dean let go of you suddenly, like he’d gotten caught sneaking kisses. Wish he would kiss me, you thought.

“Dean grab some champagne glasses,” John instructed and moved into the living room, pulling off the foil top as he walked. “Ellen, what the hell were you doing in my kitchen?”

John’s voice faded off as he went into the living room were Bobby and Ellen were again seated. Dean had moved to another cupboard and was pulling out plain glasses.

“Dean, honey, no,” you put your hand on his arm.

He watched as she put the glasses away, appreciating what the stretch did for her body. She, instead, took out the long, skinny glasses and put them in front of him. All things considered, she was doing just fine with his family, but he was still concerned about his dad. He knew better than to think he’d turned over a new leaf.

It had been so easy to fall into his loving fiancé role with (Y|N). He had to remind himself that at the end of their week together, it was all over and to not get used to her being around. There was a job to do and he was going to do it. The plan was working so far, and she wanted to get her own shop going. She had her own incentive to make sure everything played well… but it definitely didn’t suck having her in his corner, or on his arm.

“Should I get out seven?” she asked.

“No. Sammy and Jess will be in tomorrow,” he answered. “C’mon, I’m sure they’re dying to tell you embarrassing stories about me.” He grabbed four of the glasses, leaving her the remaining one to carry. From the living room, they heard the telltale ‘pop’ and cheers from Bobby and Ellen.

Not willing to risk eating Ellen’s dinner, John ordered pizza be delivered. They drank the bottle of champagne, gorged on pizza, and finished of the bottle of Jonnie Walker. Everyone was having a nice time, talking and telling stories about Dean and Sam when they were growing up.

A full stomach, adult drinks, long drive in the car, laughing at their stories, had made you very tired. Dean was sitting on the corner of the sofa, one arm resting on the top of the cushion, the other on the armrest. You were past drowsy and had almost dozed off a couple times, the couch was so comfortable, and you were leaning against Dean…

You put your hand on Dean’s knee to help pull yourself up off the couch.

“I’m sorry, everyone, it’s been a long day and I can’t keep my eyes open,” you regretted to tell them. It had been an enjoyable evening and you hated for it to end. Dean followed you as you stumbled your way to the stairs while you and Dean said your goodnights to everyone.

“There are so many stairssss,” (Y|N) was taking each stair like she was summiting Everest.

“Keep moving,” he encouraged with a hand on her lower back. “Are you drunk?”

“No…” she paused to think, “I’m not, but I’m buzzing pretty hard. Suuuuper close, though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, okay.”

At the top of the stairs, he pointed out Sam’s old room but said that Bobby and Ellen would probably stay there for the night. He guided her around to the front of the house where his room was and led her inside, closing the door behind them.

(Y|N) stood in the middle of the room just looking around. It didn’t look much like it did when he was growing up. His dad had finished renovating the upper floor after he and Sam had moved out for good. When he came back after his mom died, that was when he’d seen the first changes and it just slowly became his dad’s house after that. It looked more like a fancy hotel room than his boyhood home.

Dean went to the bathroom and reached inside the door to turned on the light. He did a quick check to make sure there were towels and toilet paper.

“Dude, your room is huge. You could fit two and a half of my room in here. This is amazing,” she was walking around, looking at things. She went to the windows and looked out, “Wow. This is really nice. How many times did you sneak in and out?”

The room had three large windows that were at the front of the house and overlooked the wraparound porch. It had been so easy to climb down, or up, when he needed to get away.

“Not as much as you’d think, but enough. Way more than my parents knew about,” he rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish.

“Looks cold out there,” the light from the front yard showed that it was snowing and blowing hard.

“Do you ice skate?” he asked looking out the window with her.

She turned to him with a smirk on her face, “Do you?!”

“Hey, I asked first,” he countered.

“I can,” she said, “not well, or graceful, but I can scoot around a rink… mostly. Why?”

He went back to the bed where he and Bobby had put their bags and unzipped his duffel bag, pulling out his pajamas. (Y|N) went to hers and pulled out a shockingly similar set.

“Dad likes to have something planned for each day. Tomorrow is skating,” he said undoing the buttons on his flannel.

“You skate?” she asked again.

“Not on purpose,” he threw his shirt on the floor.

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, “after a year together, no way I let you throw dirty clothes on the floor.”

He sighed and picked up his shirt and put it in the basket in his closet. It surprised him that it was still there along with some of his things. He pulled out a shoebox and brought it back to the bed.

“I’m gonna…” he grabbed his kit and pajamas and went to the bathroom.

Quickly, you changed out of your clothes and got on your pajamas. Dark blue, green, and black plaid flannel set. You were buttoning your shirt when you heard the water shut off in the bathroom and the door opened again.

He stepped out holding his clothes and ready for bed. You noticed the smell of mint as you passed by with your toothbrush and paste. You moved as quickly as you could because you were dying to see what was in the box.

When you were done in the bathroom and went back out, Dean was under the covers and propped up with the pillows looking through the contents of the box. It struck you suddenly about how adorable he was. He only had a small grin on his face, but he looked happy, too. The tension was gone as he looked at his memories.

Apparently, he’d assumed you’d be sleeping with him. You supposed it didn’t matter much. It was a king-sized bed, after all. Plus, you’d practically been sleeping on him downstairs… Just thinking about it gave you butterflies and a body shudder.

“Sorry,” Dean noticed your shudder, “Dad likes to keep it cold up here.” He stopped to look up at you then flipped the covers back on your side. “I’ll be a gentleman, I promise.”

How disappointing, you thought.

“Better than raging hellfire,” you said. “My grandpa would always keep the house so hot on holidays.”

You climbed into the bed with Dean and scooted to his side so you could see what he was looking at. He dug through the box showing you the items he’d saved and the stories behind them. While it was great to see what was important to Dean, there were pictures at the bottom of the box that had caught your eye.

When he quickly tried to skip one, you snatched the stack out of his hand an looked at he picture in all it’s glory. Your mouth dropped open at the sight. The red sweatband and sunglasses would have been enough to catch your attention, but there was more, so much more.

“I can explain,” he said.

You fought of a round of giggles and kept your eyes riveted to the picture. You had so many questions.

“I think you’d better,” you chuckled.

“The school needed a gym teacher. It was a few years after mom died. I needed to do something.”

“Is that the uniform the school gave you or did you pick it?” It was so hard not to laugh, you were almost crying.

“It’s the school uniform,” Dean was less amused.

“Oh God,” you sighed, “it’s all so tight…”

“The whistle made me their god,” he was reverent.

“Look at your cute lil knees!” you took a cleansing breath and look up at the ceiling.

“You done?” he asked.

You fanned yourself with the pictures.

“I think I have a crush on Coach Winchester,” you said, beaming at him.

“Alright,” he grabbed the pictures from your hand and started putting everything back in the box, “you clearly need to sleep.”

You turned off your bedside lamp when Dean was putting the box back in the closet and got your pillows situated. Your heart was racing as you looked at the t-shirt stretched across his broad back, causing the wicked pace. You were very much enjoying the thought of him in that uniform, but you were also going to be sleeping next to one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in real life.

Finally, you were both settled, and Dean had his light off. You couldn’t tell if he was facing your or not, but there was one last thing you had to know.

“Hey, Dean?” you began.

A loud sigh came from his side of the bed. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you could see his profile.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Do you still have the uniform?”

You could see him smile and turn his head to you.

“Maybe. Go to sleep, ya freak.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #supernatural au #a mutually beneficial arrangement #kazosa

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mrskandiibaby2269 · 7 years ago

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For Old Times Sake

For Old Time Sake

Pt.1

Damn what’s it been about over 10 years

You look well

Real well and good

Yeah it’s cool if we text

But on a friend level

Because I don’t want upset your wife

And my man on my side

He crazy but it’s all good

And innocent

Yeah that’s what we say now

But what about later on

Our intentions is gonna make the next move

Bored at home no one to talk to

Your voice on the other end

Is still just as smooth I mean damn

I’m not suppose to feeling this way

Feelings from way back when

When we had something

Flashbacks making me hot

Thoughts of what we did in

High school got me melting

And quietly actin a fool

Over this phone I gotta play it cool

Damn boo… I mean dude

Again that smooth voice

Is making me ache

Say what ?

Yeah I remember when I said this

And when you said that

Hell yeah our phone sex convos

Was crazy just thinking bout em

Got me playing with my—

Damn please tell me I didn’t say dat

Out loud I’m sorry if I’m making you

Feel uncomfortable I’ll hang up now

No wait do you still have that sex ache

No I don’t

Stop playing be real do you still have

That sex ache

Yes, ok yeah I do

Close your eyes and image me

Right there

Rub your clit nice and slow

Hold on are we really doing this ?

Yea we are for old times sake tho….

To Be Continued

Damn you sure ain’t making this easy

I’m over here getting wetter by the

Minute

Wait hold up

Am I hearing what I think I’m

Hearing plies talking bout his girl

Who got a pretty pussy

But he put a “Ms.” in front of it

Excuse me sir what are you trying

Do to me

Just tryna make you hot and wet

Like things use to be

We can’t do this this is so wrong

But you know it feels so good

Mmm tell me what you got on

Really, I can’t do this

Come on please tell me what you

Got on

A white tank and some shorts

Take it all off

Nice and slow

Now there goes usher throwback

Playing on the radio

That better not be chris brown

wet the bed

Yeah it’s is and you about to do the

Same thing in a few

Damn I want you so bad

I really do miss you

I miss you and I want you too

Can you feel me spreading you legs

Apart and kissing your thighs

Slowly making my way to your

Pretty Pussy damn you still taste

Sweet as fuck

Can you feel my tongue traveling

All over your lips

Yes I can mmm shit

Keep going baby rub that clit

While I go in circles

Over and over

Kissing and licking and slurping

On your lips

Non stop

How am I doing baby

Mmmm real good

Good go ahead cum in my mouth

Mmmm got me moaning your name

Keep going while I go inside you

Deep deeper and deeper

While

your legs get weaker and weaker

Damn now 2012 by CBreezy

Got me wetter like crazy don’t stop

Don’t worry I’m not

Can you feel me going in and out

Hitting your spot

Looking into your eyes

Kissing you

Mmmm yes yes mmmm Ahhh yes

Tell me you like it baby

I like it baby ohhh I like it

I’m flipping you over

Ride me mommy

I’m going up and down

Grinding my body back and forth

Squeezing my pussy tighter on

Your dick

Damn, that feels so good

don’t stop

Put your hands on my hips

While I bounce you up and down

Harder and harder

And you go

deeper and deeper inside of

You

While I feel your juices sliding

down my

Dick

Mmmm aghhh

Fuck shit

Go faster

While you smack

Yo ass

Mmmmm ooouuu yasss daddy

I like it rough

Flip you over on your knees

Put that arch in your back

While I hit it hard

Rough and deep

Smack my ass and repeat

Soon as we get started

Making love going hard

I hear ….

Trey Songz got the neighbors Knowing his name

Home alone so I can do the same

Me too

Fuck __________

Damn__________

You feel so fucking good

Cum on my dick

Not until I suck it

Push you down on the bed

And take you in my mouth

Whipping my tongue in circles

From the tip down to

the whole meat a lil bob

And spit here

A lil bob and slurp there

Add it all up and I’m going crazy

Bobbing my head up and down

While you pull and tug on my hair

How does it feel daddy?

It feels amazing mommy keep

Going kee– keep going fuck

Shit I’m fucking your throat

As I deep throat you

Yesss shh-shit

Just like that

Fuck fuck

Fuck it let’s

69!!!!!

I’ll suck you nice and deep I’ll lick and kiss that sweet pussy

Till you nut in my mouth Till you cum in mine

Cum on daddy it’s game time I’m ready baby

Shit don’t stop Take this dick

Take this pussy

Damn I miss this pussy Fuck I miss this dick

So fucking good

I’m biting my lip and the pillow

I’m gripping the sheets

While you ride

Now I’m on top

Got your legs in the air

Beating this pussy up

Yes you is

Baby we don’t need no script

For this

Twista and Chris

Got us cutting up and acting out

Like a camera is following our

Every move

I’m not tired yet how about you

Hell no let’s do it baby

Round 2

Pt.2

To be continued

You good

Yea I’m straight boo

What about you

I’m ready to take this action

To the kitchen

Oh forreal bring it on baby

Take me daddy

Put you on the counter

Lay you on your back

As I kiss you and rub you pussy

Mmmm I love how that pussy

Sounds let me get the whip cream

So I can eat you like a snack

Mmmm damn daddy it’s so cold

But it feels good tho

Ha yea I know it’s about to feel

A lot better once I countdown

You gonna get wetter

I’m calling you daddy come And make it rain down on me

See there twista again actin up

Moving yo tongue to rhythm of

The beat

Damn you doing it so smooth

Got me scratching up the marble

Counter top and my toes curling up

My hands palming your head

So you can get all can eat and get

Full like a buffet

Damn daddy you my pussy

Like it some birthday cake

Mmmm aghhh fuck ooouuu

You like that baby ?

Yes ohhh yes I do I mmmm damn

I'ma let my tongue keep traveling

your sweet pussy like a journey

Damn baby you taste so delicious

Mmmm fingering you while

I’m licking your clit

Ohhh shit don’t cha stop or quit

I’m about to squirt mmm ahhh yass

Go ahead do it in my mouth

Mmmm ahhhh oouuu fucckk

Mmmm damn mmm you taste

So fucking good I can eat you

For days

Now let me do you

Flip you over and crawl down

Shake up the whip–

Nah matter of fact

I’m in the mood for ice cream

Take one scoop and put it in

My mouth brace yourself

It’s gonna b cold but whatever you

Do try not to shout

Holla or —fuck it

I scream you scream we all scream

For ice cream

Placing ice cold sugary mouth filled

On you dick

Taking my time stirring up the treat

With my tongue around you dick

Slurping It off like a slurpe

On a hot summer day

Gotdamn!!! Mmm shit ______

Keep going

Yea daddy pull my hair if you got to

I don’t mind if you that

🎶It’s five in the morning And I’m up having phone sex With you🎶

Damn fuck

Ahhhh mmmm

Agggh

Hell yea ________

That’s one of our songs

The sounds of slurping

Sucking licking smacking

My lips and Choking my throat

On dick

Is making you even more harder

Ooouuu shit I love it when you say

Fuck!!! Suck this dick yea take

This dick _____

🎶Woah Lover when you call my Name no other can do that the Same🎶

Yeah yes hmm hmm yasss daddy

That’s it be my motivation

While I pick you up

And bounce you up and down

On my dick

Putting you against the wall

Fuck daddy right there that’s my

Spot mmmm got damn

How it feel baby

So fucking good shit mmm

Ahhhh fuck fuck

Damn daddy

Pt.3

🎶You should stay over the night with me one night stand all I need Just you and me 🎶

Aghhh shit you got my pussy

So wet it’s soaking your dick

Hell yea and I love that shit

The word “Damn” and sweet

Moans falls from our lips

As we stare in each other’s eyes

And kiss the electricity between

Our bodies

I mean the mutual

Sensual seduction , Lust and

Infatuation got me

Scratchin’ up your back

And you

Gripping my thighs and stroking

Me harder and deeper

And I got your eyes rolling to back

Of your head and vice versa

Doing the same thing

Shit

Mmm yea baby

Oooh damn

Are you tired ? Had enough

Ha not even close

Oh ok let’s make our way to the

Shower

You read my mind

Let’s slow it down a little this time

Just slow grind on my dick

While you lift me up

And put you against the wall

Hitting your walls

Going rough and deep

Inside of me While the water is glides down

And hits our bodies

I’m Kissing you on your neck

I’m Kissing you on your tits

Mmmm shit

That feel good baby

Hell yes sending chills up my spine

Ooouu yasss daddy do it

Take your time

Damn this feel so damn good

This pussy is amazing

This dick is insane

Bending you over

My hands on the walls

I slide in slow and deep

I gasp for air and play with my tits

While I shed a tear and weep

Damn so fuckin good making me

Cry

Mmmm ahhhh shit

Fuck yea throw it back just like

That mmmh hmmm

Got me biting my lips

Smacking yo ass so hard

Ouiuu i think you left a hand print

But I love it daddy

I know you baby

🎶No teasing you been waiting long enough go deep. I'ma throw at cha can’t catch it. Don’t hold back you know I like it rough🎶

So let’s take it to the bedroom

Lay you down on the bed

And take a lustful look at you

Playing with yourself

I’m jacking off watching you

Mmmmm ahhh shit

Go deeper finger yourself deeper

Ima go faster

And rub that clit till your squirt

Ahhhh shit damn daddy

Giving you the signal to come here

I want some more of Daddy dick

Ohh shit here he come baby

I’m right here

🎶we ain’t gonna stop till 9am if you can’t take it all, baby say when make you cum over and over again and Ima leave it in when we do it all night🎶

Are you sure you not tired fuck that

Let’s go

How you want it baby fast or slow

It feel so good daddy I want both

But for right now tho

Speed it up do it faster.. faster and

Faster ahhhh mmm shit!!!

You like that baby?

I love it daddy I love it

Mmmm damn you got some

Good pussy

And you got some good dick

Flip you over and ride you for

A minute

Ohhhh shit!!!! Got damn________

Yeah daddy wassup

Talk that shit talk dirty to me daddy

Take this dick bitch take it

Fuckin take this pussy nicca fuccck

We go back and forth

Tumbling on top of each other

Me on the bottom

You on top

You the bottom

Me on top

🎶Cause we having sex on the ceiling take me higher, taker me higher me boy. Switch it up one time 180• drive me crazy me Baby🎶

Damn daddy the mirrors on

the ceiling got me feeling

Myself got me feeling sexy

Like a model and a pornstar

Got me showing off for the camera

Mmmmm shit I love this

Gotdamn don’t stop

🎶It ain’t my first time but baby girl we can pretend hey let’s bump and grind and girl tonight we’ll never end let me take you down🎶

Damn

Shit

Fuck

Ahhhh ahhh mmm

Ahhh fuck

This has been one hell of a show

Both of us getting ready to each

Our climax the grand grande finale

You pull your body closer to me

Kissing and touching

Gripping the sheets

Headboard banging against the

wall

Sweet wetness from my pussy

Is about to fall down on you

Damn I’m about to nut too

Fuck my pussy is so wet

Like a typhoon

My mouth is open wide

To catch it all

Let’s do one last 69

So I can swallow of your nut

And you can lick my wetness

We’ll clean each other up

And enjoy the bliss of this

Awesome moment

Damn what just happened

Idk but I enjoyed it

I got to go tho I’ll call you

Tomorrow

Received a text on my phone

“We gotta do it again tonight text me when you can miss you already ”

While I’m laying down in my bed with a smirk on my face like damn…

What now what I should do

Well I guess it’s another

To be continued….

MrsKandiiBaby💋🍭👅💦😏😘😜

#foroldtimessake

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