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Bobby - You are the first person in the recorded history to have ever started a fire with water, ya idjit.
Y/n, moved to tears - Oh my gosh, thank you!
Dean - THAT WASN'T A COMPLIMENT!
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Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons:
Paring: Dean winchester x Singer!Reader
Summary: just some headcanons about Dean dating Bobby Singer's niece. -NSFW content warring.
A/n: the winner of the latest poll, there will be a new one up next week. I was so excited and suprised on how many people did the poll, my first one only had six and the latest one had over 100.
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Being Dean's girlfriend isn't always easy, but you get through it. So let's talk about it.
There was always something between you guys, but with your choice of life there was always something in the way.
You two practically grew up together, with Bobby being your uncle and John being his father you two were always around each other.
I think Dean also had a slight fear of Bobby, you were his niece and your practly his daughter.
Bobby wasn't clueless, he saw the way you two looked at each other. He wanted to kick Dean's teeth out, he's extremely over protective. Bobby also knew if anyone would keep you safe it wold be Dean.
âI know you'll take care of herâ
On a side note, Bobby refuse to call you 'idjit'
The last thing he's said before he died was, âtake care of my girl.. You idjitsâ
Anyway, Even if you two kept denying it or if your just clueless, everyone would know.
Other than Sam and Cas, your the only one he 100% trusts you. He'd trusts you with his life and your his partner in crime.
What makes your relationship stronger is that you started off as best friends and allies.
You always thought you were losing him, he would always have one night stands and there was Lisa. Of course they ment nothing to him, he just thought he'd never be good enough for you.
He thought you deserved better. âI'm not what you need...you deserve betterâ
That was the first time you opened your heart out to him, but he put his walls up. The he pretended like nothing happened... Until you went on one particularly hard hunt.
Everything was happing so fast thst neither one of you remember that night. There was blood everywhere and Dean did everything he could to save you, Castile healed you and Dean confessed something he's been wanting to since he was 18.
âI love you... Please don't leave me, I can't lose youâ
Since everything moves fast in your lives you both decided to take things slow. Dispite his rugged appearance he's nothing but a gentleman to you.
He's extremely over protective of you, to the point hunts with him got annoying.
âI'm not some damsley in distress, Dean!â
He knows what a badass you are and he knows you can hold your own, but he can't help but be your shield.
That's really the only times you fight, your both very reckless and laugh in the face of danger. You guys stress each other out on hunts.
But, lets get to the good stuff now.
Your the only other person who can drive the impala, you'd rather just have him driving with you setting with him.
You guys love the same music, so your always singing on the top of your longs to old rock songs. Your guys song is Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band.
You always have to be sleeping next to each other to get a goods night rest, even when you weren't together you two shared a bed in the old motels.
Dean refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.
You bake the best pies in his opinion and Sam loves your homemade salsa.
When you guys moved into the bunker you guys made great use of the kitchen, Sam loves your guys cooking.
Speaking of Sam, he's one of your best friends. Cas is your first, but you and Sam have a long history together. You were even the first one to hear he got accepted into college.
We know Cas is like the Winchesters gardian angel, well Gabriel is yours.
About three years into yours and Dean's relationship you broke up, it was around the time Sam went to hell and you guys just pushed each other away.
Gabe knew you guys loved each other, so he worked really hard to get you back together. He did succeed.
You guys might argue about the little things, but he always know how to make them better.
You guys just like staying in and watching movies or Scooby-Doo. You guys love cuddling up in the Dean cave and just ignore the world for a few hours.
He loves cuddles, if your in bed or on the couch he needs to be holding you. He loves it when he's laying in bed and your lying on top of his chest.
He also loves it when you hold him, maybe after a rough hunt he'll love just rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.
You love just being in his arms, there's no feeling better than that. He loves snaking his arms around you and resting his chin on your head because he just really needs to being close to you.
He's really just a big ol' teddy bear.
He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.
There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.
He also loves it when you kiss his forehead. It just a small, loving gesture he absolutely loves.
If your cold you'll steal his flannels or his jackets, he had this black and red flannel that he now only sees if your wearing it.
when ever your busy doing research Dean always deliver a tiny kiss on your forehead. He'd just be walking by and he'll give you a quick kiss just to make you blush.
He's good a making you blush, he thinks it's adorable.
Trust is a big part of your relationship, you both had opened up about the abuse your fathers and dumped on you. That was the reason Bobby took you in, he could bare you being in the type of environment he grew up in.
With that Dean made a promise to never hurt or scare you. He refuses to lay a hurtful hand on you. It'll break his heart if you flinch away from him during an argument.
As much as you love Dean, demon Dean scares the hell out of you. The demon knew this and used it to his advantage. He Dean went back to normal he could barely look into your eyes. He blamed himself for the bruises around your neck the demon caused.
âI promised you I'd never hurt you... I'm so sorryâ he said. âit's not your faultâ
On a more positive side... You guys have lots of nicknames. You call him Deano or bub and he calls you just about anything but your actual name, Sweetheart is your favorite.
And with FBI names, you take a different approach. While he uses rock aliases you use actor or fictional names.
âagent Sweets, really?â he said playfully. âWhat? I like the show Bonesâ
Your like a mother to Claire, she loves you so much and your the only person she trusts other than Jody and the boys.
Speaking of Jody, she took you under her wing immediately. You never had a mother growing up so it was a relief to have her in your life.
You become a mother to Jack too, and your relationship hit a really bumpy road during that time. You hated how Dean treated Jack and it always turned into a fight.
âif you touch him, I swear to God, Dean!â
Den didn't want to be like his father and after awhile Dean's shell broke and he started to grow a soft spot for him, after your lives calmed down you both did end up adopting Jack.
But to legally do that you had to get married. You both wanted to get married so bad, but with your lives you never got the chance.
You weren't gonna get a white wedding, you knew that and Dean thought the Cort house wasn't good enough. So you got married in the church of Elvis in Las Vegas.
NSFW headcanons:
Dean prefers being on top and being the one in control.
He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.
Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.
Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.
Bondeg kink, ropes, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.
definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.
car sex! All the way. loves to take you in the back of the impala, loving the way the windows fog up and the small area gets loud with the noises you make.
He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.
He would really get off on marking you up. He didnât think he would, as it wasnât something he thought too much about but when he did it there was no turning back.
He definitely has a Praise kink too, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. âyour so Beautifulâ
âyou feel so amazing Sweetheartâ
He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. âdon't hold back, let me hear your voiceâ
He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.
This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.
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"This is my favorite part of the dayâjust us, no worries.â with bobby singer if you could!! thanks for giving him a shot!! <3
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Bobby groused, pulling his cap off and throwing it onto the coffee table next to his recliner. He gestured for you to come relax on his lap- which you did without hesitation, melting into his embrace.
Bobby let out a sigh of visceral relief, his arm rubbing yours as you curled up to him, resting your cheek upon his shoulder.
"Those boys will be the death of me," he said absent-mindedly, hand rubbing soft circles against your tee. You hummed, pressing a hand to his chest so you could feel his heartbeat. "Idjits."
"Enough about the boys, Bobby," you said, adjusting to press a kiss to his cheek. Bobby's lips curled into an affectionate smile.
"Yeah," he agreed in his classic drawl, cuddling you closer and reaching for the television remote for some background noise. "You're right. Let's enjoy our time to ourselves while it lasts."
That sounded like an excellent plan to you.
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Scrapbooks - Bobby Singer Imagine [Supernatural/Criminal Minds Crossover]
Title: Scrapbooks
Pairing: Father Figure!Bobby Singer & Winchester!Reader
Word Count: 824 words
Warning(s): mention of John Winchester, unhealthy family dynamic
Summary: [During Season 1] (Y/n)'s reconnection with their brothers leads to them wanting to rebuild some old bridges.
Author's Note: Y'all remember this oc? The one that started as a joke but then became a serious thing that allowed me to talk about found family/trauma bonds/etc.? I remembered it.
Also, this story is kind of a sister story to this part of this oc. Wanted to compare similar events ;)
Dude. The Bobby gifs are disappointing, not gonna lie.
More of this OC!
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After I found out that Sam was out hunting again, I found myself calling him a lot more.
I don't know what I wanted to be for him. I don't know if I wanted to protect him or if I just wanted to make sure he knew that I could help him escape that life if he needed to.
I always knew that Sam was the best of us.
He deserved more than the hand he had been dealt. I don't think he ever knew that or would ever believe it if someone said it to him, but it was true.
He had fought so hard for some kind of normal life.
Maybe I just wanted him to know that there was a door to one.
Sometimes I wondered why I didn't do the same thing for Dean. I think that I wanted him to be what I had tried to be for Sam. I wanted him to be there. To support me in running away from that life. I wanted to know that he never hated me for it. But I couldn't believe that.
I knew that my dad had gotten into Dean's head more than Sam's. I knew that I was called selfish and cowardly and ungrateful. I knew that if I ever had to look my dad in the eye again, he would see nothing more than a traitor. I knew that he would do anything to convince Dean that I was one.
There weren't many connections in the hunting world that I felt guilty about losing. So many of them were purely professional or momentary.
My brothers were obviously an exception.
And so was Bobby Singer.
He had been the first person I talked to when I realized that I didn't want to be a hunter anymore. I sat on his couch while my brothers were upstairs. I cried and begged for some solution or forgiveness or just anything.
He just handed me a wad of cash and said that when I ran, I needed to run like Hell was at my heels.
I didn't call him after that night.
I think I just wanted to make sure that my dad wouldn't be pissed at him for what I did. Bobby had done enough to protect me. It was my turn to protect him.
It took some time after reconnecting with my brothers for me to ask Sam for Bobby's number.
He chuckled at first, jokingly asking "Which one?"
"Whatever one will get me an answer," I replied simply.
I scribbled down the number I was given before giving Sam a quick goodbye and hanging up.
I stared down at my phone as if I was waiting for the number to dial itself. It didn't matter how many deep breaths I took. I was still just as nervous as before.
"Fuck it," I mumbled, rapidly dialing the number.
It rang a few times before I was met with a very familiar, very gruff voice. "Agent Kayser."
"Hey, Bobby," I said.
"Who is this?"
"It's... It's (Y/n)... (Y/n) Winchester." I held my breath for a moment, tears welling in my eyes as I waited for him to hang up the phone. He didn't. "I... I know that I'm probably one of the last people that you wanna hear from-"
"Shut the hell up," he snapped at me. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to call me?"
I let out a breathy chuckle, letting my head fall forward.
"Dammit, kid, you just about scared the life out of me when you ran off," he continued. "Didn't have your number. Didn't have a clue where you went. You popped up in the paper a few years ago. Hold on a second."
I heard some ruffling in the background.
"I started keeping track of the articles that mentioned you," he explained. "Got 'em all here in a scrapbook. Saving kids and stopping some real bastards."
I wiped my eyes. "You kept them?"
"Of course I did! Are you kidding?"
"I guess... I guess I just assumed that you hated me."
"What, because you didn't want to be a hunter anymore? Kid, I'm not that much of an ass."
I chuckled.
"Listen," he said. "I don't know how much time off you get with that big FBI gig, but... I have an extra room for whenever you need it."
"I would really like that," I replied. "I've missed you."
"Missed you too, kid," he muttered. "Try not to go years without calling this time."
"I'll do my best."
Hanging up was almost bittersweet. I had established contact. That was good. But ending the conversation made my heart drop slightly. I knew how quickly each of our lives could change. Every phone call could be the last.
But all I could do was take a deep breath and push that thought away.
I didn't have time to think like that.
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âYouâre too good for me.â
Pairing: Bobby Singer x reader | Supernatural
Warnings: None I can think of
Spoilers: Technically takes place during season 5 episode 2 âGood God, YâAll!â but doesnât actually include any lines from the episode
Word count: 690
You help Bobby, your boyfriend, come home and start his adjust after his recovery in the hospital.
*gif not mine, found it online so credit to who made it*
Bobby was staring out the hospital window as he waited for you to fill out his discharge papers to take him home.
He wasnât sure how he was going to handle being in a wheelchair, or how he was going to handle not going on hunts anymore. He knew he was lucky to have you by his side, but even then he wasnât sure if youâd remain with him.
âReady to go, baby?â Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and turned his head to look at you as you approached his side.
âReady as Iâll ever be,â Bobby grumbled in response before sighing.
âWant me to push you or are you gonna push yourself?â
Bobby contemplated your question, appreciating that you didnât just assume if he wanted to be pushed.
âProbably be faster if ya pushed.â Bobby decided, managing a small smile.
You nodded and moved behind his chair, gripping the handlebars and turning him around to head out to the hall.
It was silent between the both of you as you pushed Bobby out of the hospital and to your car, stopping beside the passenger seat.
âOkay, do you want help getting in or do you want to try on your own?â You asked while unlocking the car and opening the passenger door, looking at him to see him staring at the car.
Again he appreciated that you didnât just start to help, instead giving him a chance to decide.
âI want to try first,â He mumbled and you nodded, stepping back as he rolled closer before putting the brakes on the chair.
You watched as Bobby grabbed and moved each of his legs off of the chair and to the ground, bracing his left hand on the car you held a hand out so he could haul himself up.
âOkay?â You asked when he didnât move.
âJustâŚâ Bobby trailed off, looking at his feet before your face as you gave him an encouraging nod.
âTake your time, babe. Thereâs no rush.â You said, and Bobby knew you meant it.
With a deep breath, Bobby steadied himself before taking his left hand off the car to move it onto the passenger door, twisting himself and allowing you to ease him back into the seat.
Once he was sitting you let go of his hand and began to fold the wheelchair so you could put it in your trunk. Bobby took his time lifting his legs into the car and getting comfortable, closing the door just as you got in the driverâs seat.
âLetâs get this show on the road,â You said, looking at Bobby with a small grin.
~ later at home ~
You had spent time arranging a bed to the side of the library, upset that Bobby wouldnât be able to just go upstairs anymore, so you decided to make sure he can still feel a sense of normalcy while being stuck on one floor.
âThe hell are ya doing?â You turned to look at Bobby, slightly confused.
âWhatâs it look like?â
âLooks like ya brought down the whole bed set.â Bobby clarified, pushing himself closer. âYa planninâ on sleeping on a bare mattress?â
âI plan on sleeping beside my boyfriend.â You stated, sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning at Bobbyâs reaction.
âNo, I canât ask you to give up that bed.â Bobby shook his head.
âGood thing youâre not asking, Bobby.â You said, leaning forward to grab the armrests, pulling him closer so you could place your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. âIâm going to do everything I can to help you, I will take care of you however you need me too, because I love you. So if you want me to, Iâll sleep up-â Your speech was cut off by Bobbyâs lips on yours, your eyes automatically closing as you kissed back.
Bobby broke the chaste kiss, a smile on his lips as you moved your hands to rest on the chairâs armrests.
âI love you, too.â Bobby murmured, bringing his hand up to cup your face. âYouâre too good for me.â
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Iâve been re-watching season four of Psych, and now I need a Bobby Singer/Reader western!au.
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Sam Winchester, Hero
-warnings// angst, fluff, SMUT, MENTION OF SA!!
-lil summery// kind of my spin on the pilot episode, based when Samâs in college, best friends to lovers trope
Sam x reader
Part 2
word count// 3330
(Gif from Pinterest)
Your eyes burned as you continued to read the same line over and over, exhaustion threatening to take over your body any minute "hey you okay?" You looked towards the soft voice to see your best friend Sam, you nodded "yeah I'm just trying to finish this chapter I can't hand in another late assignment" you said stretching your limbs trying to wake yourself upÂ
Sam chuckled "it's after midnight, youâre gonna end up face down on your desk if you don't get to bed soon" you rolled your tired eyes playfully "Iâll be fine I'll just be another half hour then I'm done, you head on home, I'll be right behind you" Sam shook his head "not a chance this place isn't safe at night I'll wait for you" he said going to sit next to you "Sam sweetie, I'll be fine, our apartment is a ten minute walk at most, plus you know I can handle myself, I've kicked your ass plenty of times" you joked making him smileÂ
"Alright but I want you to knock on my door when your back home so I know your home safe, I'm giving you forty five minutes and if ur not home by then I'll be back here to haul your ass home" he said firmly, he was always the worrier, that's what you loved about him the most
"I promise, scouts honour" you promised him with the scouts symbol he chuckled as he moved toward the door "see you at home Y/N" he called as the doors closed leaving you alone in the library, You rubbed your tired red eyes and got back to work, your blinking getting slower until all you could see was darkness and a warm fuzzy feeling take over your body.
Almost an hour later you awoke with a start "oh son of a bitch!" You exclaimed quietly looking at your watch, in a panic you shoved your stuff in your bag quickly before running out the big mahogany doors and taking off in a speed walk down the dark campus towards you and Sam's apartment, hoping he hadn't left yet
You were moments away from sanctuary before you heard the sound of loud foot steps behind you, your heart plummeting to your stomach as you picked up your own pace, you were less than a minute away, the footsteps got closer and your heart was beating a hundred beats per minute
The person behind you grabbed your arm roughly turning you around to face a tall brute of a man, glaring at you his lips twisted in a dirty smile "where you heading beautiful?" He asked his grip on your arm tightening making you wince "none of your business now get your damn hand off me you jackass!" You exclaimed trying to pull your arm awayÂ
"Watch yourself now... the nicer you are to me the better I'll make you feel" the man said licking his greasy lips, your stomach turned and you regretted not leaving with Sam earlier.Â
Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to fight him off "if you touch me I swear I'll-" you started to say before a loud laugh cut you off "you'll what baby? Look at me then look at you, who's got the upper hand here?" he mocked before a third voice interrupted himÂ
"I do!" The voice said and a fist was slamming against your attackers face knocking the brute out, screaming you turned to see your saviour as the tears streamed down you face, you saw Sam looking back at you concern written all over his face "c'mon let's go" he said quickly taking your bag from you and pulling you tightly to his side making your worries instantly vanish as you cuddled into himÂ
Sam unlocked the door with his free hand, never letting go of you, he locked the door instantly as soon as you stepped inside "are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have fucking left" Sam told you his voice cracking slightly as his hands cradled your face in them as his green eyes scanned for any visible injuries.
"I'm okay Sammy" you assured him but he shook his head, his shaggy hair bouncing as he did "I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner, I shouldn't have left you by yourself it's not safe i-" "SAM!" You yelled cutting his rambling off, his eyes snapping down to meet yours "I'm okay, I promise, you got me before he could do anything" you promised him, brushing a stray strand of shaggy brown hair behind his ear
He closed his eyes tightly and sighed loudly, his shoulders remaining as tense as ever, he wrapped his strong arms tightly around you, holding you tightly to him
You rest your head against his hard chest, listening to his heart beating like crazy as he breathed in your scent "are you okay sweetie?" You questioned looking up at him
Sam nodded slowly "I'm doing everything I can right now to stop myself from killing that perverted bastard" Sam confessed, his voice low and serious, you chuckled quietly "Sammy your the sweetest guy I've ever met, you don't have killer instincts in you"Â
Sam swallowed thickly... little did you know who he really was, how many monsters he'd killed since he learned to walk "...yeah your probably right, come on let's get some sleep" Sam said changing the subject quickly
You stepped away from the his warm comforting embrace nodding your head, a quiet quiver threatening to leave your lips "night Sammy" you leaned up to kiss his cheek before retreating to your bedroom.
You shivered as you walked into your dark bedroom, you pulled on an oversized shirt kicked off your jeans before getting into you bed, your whole body shook as you lay, the events of the night finally setting in your head
You let the hot tears fall slowly down your face as you fell asleep.Â
You awoke a while later, you heart beating like crazy, your face stung as tears, new and fresh stuck to your cheeks, you tried catching your breath before making your way quickly to your bedroom door and down the hall to your best friends room
You knocked lightly on the door but there was no response other than the small snores on the other side, you questioned if you should just suck it up and go back to your own room but you knew you couldn't, not aloneÂ
Taking a deep shaky breath you opened the door tip toeing towards the sleeping giant, "Sammy?" You whispered in a strained voice, "...Y/N... w-what's going on? Everything okay?" Sam quickly shot up suddenly as though he was wide awake. You tried to control your breathing before replying "y-yeah I uh, I-" you struggled to get out before you broke completely, your whole body shaking as more tears streamed down your swollen face
Sam was instantly pulling you down to sit next to him on his bed, pulling your shaking body tightly into his warm embrace, his muscular arms wrapping around you waist as you lay your head in the crook of his neck, "hey it's okay just breath" he said gently trolling your hair from your face "what happened?" He asked quietly stroking your wet hair behind your earÂ
You took a deep shaky breath leaning into his touch "I- I just had a bad dream and I didn't want to be alone, can I stay with you, please?" You begged Sam, your heart racing like crazy, Sam's cheeks flushed a deep red as he nodded his head almost immediately "of course you can, you know you can always come to me no matter what" You smiled squeezing his hand tightly as a silent thank you.
Sam stayed in that position for another while longer, just holding you tightly to him as you slowly regained your breathing and the tears stopped rolling, "you ready to lay down?" Sam asked rubbing his hand up and down your cold arms nodding you move to his side, slowly lowering your self to rest against the cold unused pillow in Sam's bed, Sam turned to face you in the bed,
His hand once again reaching out for your own "I promise your safe here, I would never in a million years let anyone or anything hurt you" Sam assured you making your heart swell, "I know sweetie, your like my very own superhero" you told him making his lips pull into his familiar grin "night gorgeous" Sam said giving your small hand another light squeeze "night Sammy" you whispered back.
You lay there another few minutes just staring into the dark room, this was different than how you felt earlier in your own bed, you felt safe... you just couldn't trust your mind enough to sleep
You turned to your side to face Sam, his eyes already on you "I can't sleep" you whispered lowly to him your faces inches apart as Sam moved closer his arm moving to wrap around your waist as his green eyes stared into yours "it'll be okay, I'm right here next to you" Sam promised making you smile up at himÂ
Your hand cupped the side of Sam's face gently as you moved closer, just testing the waters, letting him have time to pull away if he wanted to, but he didn't.
Sam closed the small gap between your lips quickly capturing you lips with his, you let out a small gasp as your hand flew to grip the back of his neck lightly, his own gripping your waist pulling you as close as possible to him, you let out a quiet moan as Sam moved you to lay on your back, his body rolling to hover above youÂ
You wrapped you legs tightly around Sam's hips pulling him down so that his covered cock was pressing against your clothed clit, "oh god Sammy" you breathed out pulling his hair slightlyÂ
Sam moved his kisses down your neck causing your eyes to roll "Sam please" you begged tightening your legs around his hips, sam obeyed as he pulled back slightly to pull his grey shirt and off revealing his muscular chest, you ran your hand down from his toned chest down to his pyjama pants, you swallowed the thick lump of nerves in your throat "Y/N, we don't have to do this" Sam told you sensing your nervesÂ
You shook your head and smiled up at him "I want to do this, with you" you told him as you gently pulled him back down for a kiss, he smirked into the kiss, his hands moving to the hem of your oversized shirt you'd stolen from Sam many moons ago, he pulled the shirt off your body, revealing your bare breasts to him, he instantly grasped them in his warm hands
You let out a small moan of his name, arching your back from the bed "please touch me" you begged, sam chuckled and kissed his was down your chest taking each breast in his hot mouth before continuing his way down your stomach, he dragged your panties down off your legs, gasping at the cold air hitting your core you move to clench your thighs together
Sam's hands caught your thighs quickly, spreading them wider exposing you completely to him "you look so beautiful like this" Sam said his eyes a darker green, bordering a light brown, Sam blew cold air against your soaking pussy before diving in, you screamed in pleasure your hand rushing to gripe Sam's longer hair, "oh god Sammy! Please don't stop that feels so fucking good" you cried out as Sam sucked hour clit into his mouth and inserting his two long fingers inside your dripping hole "you taste fucking delicious Y/N I could stay between these legs all damn day if you let me" Sam said against your pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice and combination of his thrusting fingers causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head "I'm so close Sammy please!" You screamed in pleasure slamming your head back against the pillow behind you as Sam sped up his movements, all that could be heard in the room was heavy breaths and the sounds of Sam's mouth and fingers working you toward your orgasm
You cried out in ecstasy, Sam's long fingers curled inside of you hitting your g-spot repeatedly his lips wrapping around your clit stimulating you completely, you screamed Sam's name as the coil snapped, your orgasm came crashing towards you causing your body to shake slightly, sam carried you through it, not stopping until you gently pushed him away from you, you legs around his shoulders shaking "that was the hottest fucking thing in the world, I've never had a guy do that to me before" you breathed out, still trying to catch your breath
Sam chuckled giving you lips a small kiss "well you have only dated jackasses who clearly have no idea how to please their girls, if I had it my way I'd have you tied to the bed with me down there all damn night" Sam confessed making your heart pound, you looked at him threw half lidded eyes a smirk playing on your lips "I'm not opposed to getting tied up sometime" you said making sam groan loudly as you pulled him into another deep kiss, your hand snuck it's way into his pants and wrapped around his hard cock, you started to move your hand in an up and down motion before Sam quickly grabbed your wrist stopping you
Your eyes snapped to his in a panic and your heart raced in panic, "What's wrong?" You questioned quickly and Sam smiled "nothing it's just⌠I'd rather be inside you gorgeous" Sam told you and he kicked the rest of his pants off leaving his big hard cock on full display making your mouth water "do you have a condom?" You struggled to ask as your mouth was suddenly dry
Sam nodded, hovering over your bare body to reach into his nightstand, he quickly pulled out a familiar foil package, he ripped it open quickly with his teeth and rolled it onto his erect member "are you sure your okay with this?" Sam, ever the gentleman asked you, his hands ran up and down your waist in a comforting way making you smile "of course I am Sammy" you confessed wrapping your legs tightly around his hips and pulling him down to you so he was chest to chest to you
Sam leaned down to capture your lips in a sensual kiss, not rushed or hard like the other kisses, you felt him place his covered tip at your entrance, your pussy clenching in desperation to feel him inside you,
Your moan caught in your throat as Sam pushed his way inside you, filling you up, inch by inch
Sam sucked in a harsh breath, his lips moving to attach to your neck "god Y/N your so fucking tight, can already feel you squeezing me" he groaned out hotly against your neck, you giggled softly as your hands ran up Sam's muscled back, he began to move his hips slowly to rest the waters, there was a slight pain but nothing could take away from the pleasure of having Sam so close to you like this "faster Sammy please" you told him arching against him to allow him to push inside you deeper, Sam obeyed and grabbed your thighs, he pushed them up so you knees were against your chest, your calves hanging over his broad shoulders
Sam pulled his hips almost all the way back before slamming back inside you making you scream in pleasure
He continued to slam his cock deep inside you at a fast pace, hitting your G-spot with every thrust his pelvic bone pressing against you swollen clit adding just the right amount of pleasure "yes!" You screamed dragging your nails down Sam's back as white hot pleasure clouded your vision, you knew your orgasm was fast approaching as the coil in your stomach tightened "cum with me baby" you moaned out, Sam quickened his movements feeling his own orgasm crash against him, he moved his hand down to rub your clit quickly causing the band in your stomach to snap, you screamed Sam's name as your juices came flowing out of you, down Sam's thighs as Sam groaned feeling the condom fill with his hot seedÂ
Sam continued to thrust a few more times slowly to calm you both downs, whimpering when he pulled out you gave him a gentle kiss on his now swollen lips "that was amazing" you said once you pulled away causing Sam to chuckle, he threw the used condom in his trash can "yeah that was the best sex I've ever had" Sam confessed making your heart race and your cheeks turn pink when you giggled âyeah me tooâ
Sam pushed a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes staring into your own with intensity âI really like you Y/N, your my best friend.. I mean I know we just crossed the line of just friends but I want you, I mean, I want this, not just sex.. I mean I want you.. all of youâ Sam confessed before kissing you quickly to solidify his wordsÂ
Your heart pounded against your chest as you listened to Samâs confession, âI want that to Sammyâ you said placing your hands on either side of his face, leaning in to peck his kiss swollen lips a couple of times until the smiles on both your lips made it impossible to keep going âso how about tomorrow after your last class we head down the Chinese place for dinner and we can rent a movie to take back home?â Sam asked you nervously âIâd love thatâ you told him before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed again, this time in the safe protective arms of your boyfriend.
A couple of hours later you awoke to voices in the kitchen, panic rose in your chest before you turned to wake Sam, surprised when all that was in his spot was cold sheets, you furrowed you brows before getting up, you quickly pulled on your over side shirt and panties before stalking towards the kitchen where your boyfriend and another man were talking âsam?â You called for him making his head snap towards you âY/N hey what you doing out of bed?â Sam questioned placing his hand on your armÂ
You opened your mouth to answer before the other man moved towards you a big flirty smile graced his lips âwow you are so far out of my brothers leagueâ the man said making sam roll his eyes âoh your Dean! Samâs told me a lot about youâ you said making him chuckle âall good I hopeâ he said before turning his attention back to your boyfriend before staring at you again âlisten sweetheart, I gotta talk to your boyfriend here about some family business would you mind giving us a minute?â He asked trying to be as nice as possible âof course Iâll just-â you were cut off by Samâs big arm wrapping tightly around yours waist pulling you tightly to his side âno, anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Y/Nâ Sam told him his chest puffed out in angerÂ
Dean clapped his hands together in frustration âfine, dad hasnât been home in a couple daysâ Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes dramatically once again âyeah, heâll come stumbling back on in soon enough, just like he always does!â Sam said annoyed, his muscled arm around your waist tightening as Dean sighed lowlyÂ
 âalright, dads on a hunting trip, and he hasnât been home in a few daysâ.Â
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Y/n : We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.
Cas: ... Your what?
Y/n : My friends.
Sam: Are they saying âfriendsâ?
Bobby: I think they're being sarcastic.
Dean: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/n ! All of your friends are in this room.
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Goodnight sweetheart
Pairing(s): Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader (Platonic) Bobby Singer X Daughter!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): None
Summary: After John died, Sam and Dean went to stay with Bobby and his daughter. During that time Sam tried to heal, while Dean focused on fixing his car.
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âDinnerâs ready!â You called out as you placed the last two plates on the dining table.
Sam walked in first, offering you a smile to show his gratitude, âThank you.â
Bobby then walked in next from his office area, âSmellâs good.â
You gave them both a nod then quickly noticed the empty seat, Deanâs seat.
âHey guys, do you know where Dean is?â You asked. Sam shrugged his shoulders while Bobby shook his head as the two began eating.
You got up, and walked outside to see if Dean was where he had been for the past week.
âDean, you out here?â You called out as you approached the recked impala.
âIâm here.â Dean said back as he worked on one of the doors with a light shining on the car.
âDinnerâs ready, you gonna join us?â You asked Dean, stopping a little bit away from him as he stood up to get another tool.
âNo.â
âDean-â
âIâm not hungry.â He cut you off, his voice a little harsher than intended.
You sighed, there was no point in trying to argue with Dean right now, you might as well be arguing with a brick wall. âFine⌠Iâll leave your food in the microwave.â
You moved to walk away and Dean watched you for a moment, with a small battle playing in his mind. He then got up and walked after you, gently grabbing your arm to stop you, âWait,â
You turned back to him, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, and questioned in your mind what he could possibly want.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart, Iâm just not hungry right now. Okay?â Dean said, his voice gentler this time as his eyes locked onto yours.
âOkay, like I said, Iâll leave your food in the microwave.â You said with a small smile and Deanâs features softened. He gave you a small nod as your eyes stayed locked, neither of you said anything, a silence surrounding the two of you.
The silence wasnât uncomfortable, but it wasnât comfortable either. The two of you stayed like that, neither of you daring to break the silence, until you pulled yourself back to reality and looked away.
âI- um⌠I should get back insideâŚâ You said while pointing back at the house with your thumb.
âRight, yeah⌠back inside.â Dean said and let go of your arm, stepping backwards.
â
The time was 12:17am when Dean entered the house. There was a silence that lingered in the house as everybody slept and Dean walked quietly down the hallway towards the kitchen.
As he passed the living room door he heard the faint sound of the TV, so he opened the door and found you asleep on one of the couches with the TV quietly playing.
He quietly watched you for a few moments, contemplating in his mind what he should do.
Should I wake her? Should I leave her? Should I- no donât even think that⌠Dean thought to himself, the last one more prominent in his mind.
Without even thinking Dean stepped further into the room, closer to you, and hooked his arms under your legs and back. With a hum, you placed your head on his shoulder and your body relaxed in his arms.
Once Dean knew you was staying asleep, he began making his way upstairs towards your bedroom. With his foot he pushed the door of your bedroom open and walked towards your bed, carefully placing you down on the soft mattress.
In your sleep you turned on your side, sighing through your nose, and Dean pulled your duvet over your body.
âGoodnight sweetheartâŚâ
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Castiel kinda looks like marlin from finding Nemo
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"uh-oh, i'm falling in love."
being Bobby's adopted daughter and falling in love with Dean... [requested - anon]
You were around 15 when your parents were killed in a hunting incident and as a result, Bobby ended up taking you in.
Youâd spent the first few months sulking around the house, something which began to worry Bobby as months passed and your behaviour seemed no different.
He knew he had to break your behaviour somehow but he was completely stumped. That was until one day he woke up to John quickly shoving his sons in the door before running off to do go knows what.Â
Silently cursing the man out he quickly invited the two boys inside before continuing with breakfast (now for 4 people).Â
âWho are they?â You looked up from the book youâd been reading, frowning in slight confusion at the two boys who were currently standing in the doorway. The younger of the two smiled brightly before almost tripping over himself to see what you were reading while the older silently gapped in the doorway. Since when did Bobby have a daughter?
After this, you quickly found friends in both the boys.Â
While Sam was someone who you could talk to about lore and any other books you might have been reading, Dean was someone who you were able to fully confide in.
Over the three weeks the boys stayed you and Dean quickly became inseparable and for the first time in months, you didn't feel grief-stricken constantly. You actually felt happy.
Over the years Sam and Dean became a constant in your life. As you grew older Bobby began letting you go on hunts with the Winchesters (something which Dean enjoyed more than he would admit.)
Over time though you felt a slight shift in your feelings towards the older boy. Every time you saw him or even heard his voice butterflies would swarm in your stomach and your cheeks would quickly grow hot.
The shrill ringing of your phone pulled you from your book. A small frown played on your lips as you noted the name on your screen. âHello?â Placing your book down you crossed your legs sitting up properly on your bed. âHey. I didnât wake you right?â Dean sounded sheepish almost as he spoke. At the sound of his voice, a small burst of butterflies exploded in your stomach. âno..no I was awake.â
Late-night phone calls quickly became an almost daily occurrence whenever you weren't together, and when you were together these phone calls were exchanged for late-night diner trips just the two of you.
Every day you felt yourself falling harder and harder for Dean Winchester and little did you know he felt the same.Â
After Sam had gone to Stanford Dean had showed up on your doorstep only hours later, his eyes red as heâd quietly asked to stay the night.
Heâd ended up staying for a few weeks after that. Youâd spent every day together over that time simply listening to him talk about what had happened between his dad and brother and how he was scared for Sam being on his own.
As happy as you were that Sam had gotten out it broke your heart slightly to see how Dean was handling the situation.
Over this time youâd found yourself more than once falling asleep beside him (something which Bobby wasnât too happy about) and youâd also felt yourself grown closer and closer to him.
Heâd allowed himself to be vulnerable around you, something which you knew was hard for him. The idea that he trusted you enough simply left your heart fluttering in your chest.
During these few weeks, Dean quickly found himself falling further and further in love with you. Heâd known for a while now that he had feelings for you but the way youâd allowed him to unload onto you and made him realise how utterly in love with you he truly was.
One night when youâd both been sat on one of the old cars in the scrap yard he finally felt his feelings bubble over.
The world was quiet as you and Dean both sat watching the stars above. You knew he had to leave soon, his dad had been relentless with his calls saying that Dean needed to come back to his job and that heâd had enough time. Truthfully you didnât want him to leave. Over the last few weeks, youâd grown used to the warmth of him beside you. âMy dadâs coming in the morning.â Dean turned to face you. âHe insisted this time.â He frowned, rubbing his thumb over your hand. âWhat time?â You asked quietly turning to look at him. âHe didnât give one,â Dean answered. You both fell slightly for a moment, simply gazing into each other's eyes. As if being pulled in by a magnet you felt your body move on its own until you met Dean halfway. As his lips pressed against yours you felt his hand cup the back of your head while your own moved to his knee.
After that night your relationship changed. Neither of you actually asked the question but the unspoken promise was there. Dean Winchester had stolen your heart and it seemed you had also stolen his.Â
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The Old-Fashioned Way
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: You and Dean are having trouble trying to start a family. What happens when you turn to a spell for a possible solution? [Soulmate AU]
AN: Happy Valentine's Day! âŁď¸ Welcome back to the Never Say Goodbye-verse, my first ever Soulmate AU! Feels appropriate to celebrate today with some soulmates lol.
Honestly, I have really missed these two. I canât believe itâs almost been a year since I wrote this series! And Iâve been wanting to find a way to come back to it, so when I recently got this request, I couldn't resist:
The reader finds out she is pregnant and Deanâs reaction.
But of course, I couldnât make it that simple⌠This story takes place five years after the Bonus Tracks (3-part sequel).
Word Count: 5,000
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship (marriage). Soulmates, angst, issues in pregnancy, hurt/comfort, fluff, implied smut.
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Today marked five years that Dean had been an officer of the Sioux Falls Police Department.
After twenty-eight odd years of committing felonies of varying degreesâŚmostly for the greater good, he still found it strange sometimes.
Heâd been partnered with his father-in-law, Jack, and by now, Dean had finally lost his sense of âimposter syndrome.â
Jody bought him a pie to commemorate the occasion, and while a little embarrassed, he wasnât mad about it. The precinct employees now shared the dessert on paper plates from their respective desks and cubicles.
Dean sat in the bullpen with Jack (who was on a call), Jody, and even Jessie Deluca, the boy heâd once arrested for stealing candy and groceries from a gas station.
Well, Jessie wasnât such a kid anymore. He was now their 18-year-old intern.
âHowâs the boysenberry?â Jody asked Dean. Her lips curved upward when he turned to her with a crumb-covered smile.Â
âReal good,â he said.
She couldnât help but laugh a little. âI canât with this. Come âere.â
She grabbed a napkin and leaned over to wipe at his mouth the way a mother would her errant child. Dean just rolled his eyes.
âReally?â he snipped.
âYou look like my five-year-old son after a round of SpaghettiOs,â she said.
âMakes you wonder how his wife deals with him,â Jessie muttered under his breath while he entered expense reports into his computer. Never mind that he had a purple berry stain around the corner of his mouth.
Dean shot him a wry look, along with his crumpled napkin.
âI donât wanna hear that from a punk like you,â he teased. âYou havenât had a girlfriend sinceâŚwhat, junior prom?â
Jessie fended off the stained napkin with a grimace. But he also smarted at the dig. His arms crossed defensively as he leaned back in his chair.
âAs a matter a fact, Iâve got a date on Friday,â he sniffed. âAnd no, Iâm not telling you her name.â
Dean and Jody shared an amused look.
âAww, look at him, pretending heâs got a date,â Dean said. He fought a deeper grin when Jessie threw the disgusting napkin back at him.
âFine! Her nameâs Annie. You happy now?â Jessie said.
Dean shared another look with Jody.
âAww, heâs actually got a date,â said Dean. He smirked at the kid next. âLemme know if you need to borrow some cologne. Chicks dig that.â
âUgh,â Jessie groaned. He leaned his elbows on his desk and pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes. He knew heâd be catching flack on this for the rest of the week.
Dean chuckled, but before he had a chance to tease their intern some more, his cell phone rang. It was you, and he felt his good mood continue as he answered.
âHey, baby.â
âHey, howâs the day going?â you asked.
âGood,â he replied. âWeâre on lunch break. Jody got me a pie for my five-year mark at the PD.â
âAw, thatâs so sweetâŚliterally. She knows you too well,â you laughed.
He nodded in agreement. âYeah, she really does.â
âTell her and everyone else I said hi.â
âWill do,â he said with a smile. âYou just callinâ to check up on me?â
âWell, that, andâŚwhen are you getting home tonight?â you asked. The smooth, leading note of your voice had Deanâs lips curving into a smirk.
âAh, wellâŚâ He pushed away from his desk and stepped away from the bullpen for a little privacy in the hall. âThat depends. Whatâs going on?â
âLetâs just sayâŚI have an idea,â you replied. It had Deanâs brows raising. Youâd been having a lot of ideas for the past year, and heâd been more than ready and willing for most of them.
âOh, yeah?â he intoned. While he leaned against the wall in the main hallway of the precinct, his arm crossed under his elbow as he continued holding the phone to his ear. âWhatâd you have in mind?â
âYouâll just have to find out,â you said.
It only took his brain about a moment and a half to compute.
âAll right. In that case, Iâll try to be home promptly at six, barring thereâs no shootouts at the 7-Eleven,â he quipped.
âUgh, please, donât even joke about that,â you said, your tone sobering.
Dean realized, without even having to read his soulmateâs thoughts, that you were reminded of the last time an explosive incident happened at the local gas station, just two weeks before their wedding day. He dimmed as well.Â
âYeah, âm sorry,â he said, swiping a hand over his mouth. âUhâŚokay. Iâll see you tonight, sweetheart.â
âOkay, be careful,â you said. You always said itâin the morning, whenever he left for work, whenever you two managed to talk during the day. It was routine, but it also wasnât.Â
And you still wished him a good rest of his day before you hung up. Dean pocketed his phone and returned to the bullpen, where Jody was putting away the rest of the pie. He eyed her just to know exactly where she was setting it down in the kitchen, for future reference.
Jessie peered up from his computer and asked if that was you on the phone.
âYeah, she says hi,â Dean replied.
Jessie smirked. ââCourse she does. Iâm her favorite.â
Dean shot him a look, knowing the kid liked you probably even more than he liked Dean. Youâd become like a big sister to JessieâŚbut it didnât stop Dean from occasionally being annoyed.Â
âShut up and eat your pie.â
Dean arrived that night, more or less on time, to find that youâd cooked up a feast. It was laid out across the dining table: steak, scalloped potatoes, carrots and broccoli, and even freshly baked cornbread with butter.Â
âIs it my birthday again?â he asked, despite it already being February.Â
He ventured into the kitchen where you were getting two bottles of beer. You looked up at him with a smile when he came over and held you from behind. You enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against your back, while his hands found your hips.
âI cook all the time, Dean,â you pointed out. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head in greeting.
âHmm. Yeah, but now my spidey senses are tingling,â he said.
You set down the beer before turning in his embrace and twining your arms around his neck. Already he could feel your anticipation through the soul bond, but that was all you were letting him sense. You were keeping your walls up a bit, to stop him from hearing your thoughts. In this case, it felt like a tease.
You tilted your head, a smile playing across your lips. âOh, yeah?â
Dean smirked down at you. âOh, yeah.â
You laughed and let him greet you properly with a kiss. You returned it, affectionately caressing his cheek, but you stopped him before he could start pressing you harder into the counter. You held up a placating hand against his chest.
âWait, wait, the foodâs gonna get cold,â you said. And all too quickly, youâd extricated yourself from his arms and went to finish placing the silverware on the table. Dean begrudgingly followed suit by helping you with the glasses and plates.
Dinner was delicious. He couldnât remember the last time heâd had a steak that good; you two had been scrounging and saving to get out of this apartment and buy a house, along with other things you and Dean had been planning for your future.
By the time the leftovers were put away and the dishes were put in the dishwasher, he started to sense that you were ready to come around with the real reason youâd called him at work today, let alone made such a nice and expensive meal. You went over to where he stood at the kitchen sink and rubbed his arm.
âHey,â you greeted.
Dean tried to stifle his knowing smile. âYeah?â
But when he looked over at you, he realized you seemed nervous, not flirtatious. You were serious, and now, he was concerned.
âWhat?â he asked.
You sighed, hesitating for a moment. Then you went over to a nearby drawer and got some rubber gloves you always kept at work and at homeâthe kind doctors wore.
You went for your large work bag that normally stored your laptop and files, and instead, you pulled out an old book. Deanâs brows raised of their own accord, considering the last time you accidentally trifled with a book like that.
âWhat the hell is that?â he asked, with some trepidation. You laid the book out on the kitchen counter.
âItâs a journal of some kind, written in Latin, dating back from the late 1500s. Can you believe that?â Your head raised from where you were examining the cover and spine, but Dean was incredulous.
âWhatâre you doing with that?â he asked. Your lips pursed, and he felt a tendril of your guilt.
Most likely, youâd taken it from the museum where you worked without permission. You were in charge of the growing library of ancient texts that were stored there, and most of them were too old and valuable for exhibition, even behind glass. He doubted you were even allowed to open this book, let alone âborrowâ it from the museum.
You sighed and held up a placating hand. âOkay, Dean, just hear me out.â
You opened the book to a page youâd placed a strip of paper in for bookmarking purposes. You pointed at a page filled with scrawled words that Dean didnât really understand. Sam was always better at reading Latin.
âThat is a fertility spell,â you said.
The weight of that fell between you for a moment, rendering Dean speechless. It took a few seconds for his brain to register what you were saying, followed quickly by a sad, contemplative frown as he stared back at you. You were serious about this, even hopeful.Â
âSweetheart, we donât need that,â he said, shaking his head. Your expression firmed, though it became touched with melancholy.
âItâs been a year, Dean,â you said. âWeâve been trying for a year, and Iâm still not pregnant.â
He blew out a breath. âThe doctor saidââ
âWeâve done everything the doctor said,â you snapped. âFertility treatments are either going to take too long or are too expensive, and they still carry risks.â
âAnd this isnât a risk?â Dean shot back, gesturing at the book. âYou donât know if this will work, or what the hell itâll really do to you.â
Your brows furrowed, but you didnât back down. You held your hands to your hips.
âUncle Bobby said itâs legit,â you said. Dean blinked in surprise. He shifted back on his heels and crossed his arms.
âYou ran this by Bobby before me?â he said. You could feel the small lance of his upset, as well as see it across his face.
You bit the inside of your lip. âI just wanted to make sure!â
Dean took in a deep breath. He mentally counted to five.
âWhat exactly did he say?â he asked.
You paused at that. ââŚWell, he said it was a real spell.â
His brows rose. âAnd?â
âAndâŚthat magic is unpredictable and we should talk about it first. But thatâs why weâre talking now!â you reasoned.Â
Your husbandâs gaze lifted heavenward as he threw up his hands in aggravation.
âDeanââ you tried, but it didnât stop him from snatching up the book. Despite your protests, he took it with him into the master bedroom you shared and shoved the book into his nightstand. You had followed him this far, but you stopped short when he turned around to face you.
âI will check this out,â he said, and his tone boded no argument. âBut for the record, Iâm against this. Magic is unpredictable at best, and not for nothing, it always comes at a price. Iâll be damned if youâre gonna pay it again.â
You paused. Hearing the vehemence in his tone, feeling the force of emotion behind his words, and your own circling memories of being possessed by a magic-wielding goddessâŚit had you nodding in agreement, even as tears welled up in your eyes.
Dean faltered a little inside. Always the damn tears. He gathered you into his arms and held you close in comfort. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
âWeâll figure this out. I promise,â he said.
You tried to believe him.
Late that night, however, you couldnât help yourself.
Once you were sure Dean was asleep beside you, hearing his deep, even breaths, you made your move. Dressed in just an old college shirt and some pajama shorts, you slid out of bed and tiptoed over to his nightstand to get the book.
You took it into the kitchen and started assembling the ingredients Bobby had reluctantly helped you translate. (He didnât know that you had taken a couple of items from his house for the spell.)Â
You prepared them in a bowl. The resulting liquid looked brown and disgusting. You mixed it around, grimacing at the smell, and carefully poured it into a glass. The last thing the spell required was a few drops of your blood, and then you were supposed to drink it.Â
God, this is terrible, you thought. Part of you couldnât believe you were going through with this, butâŚyou grabbed a kitchen knife in order to make a shallow cut on your palm.Â
The steel was poised against your hand. You took a fortifying breath, but before you could cut into your skin, Dean grabbed your wrist with a strong grip, startling a gasp out of you.
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â he said, or more like shouted. He was irate, his voice bounding off the walls of the apartment.
You knew he had every right to be, and you didnât have a good answer for him. Shock had stifled you into silence.
Dean let go of you and took the glass next. He peered in disgust at the concoction inside, but he quickly dumped it into the sink and ignored your protests. He threatened to burn the damn book next.
âDean, stop! Please,â you said tearfully as you stilled his hands on the book. âIf thereâs some kind of price to the spell, Iâll pay it!â
âWhatâre you talking about! Are you crazy?â he asked, through furrowed brows. You squeezed his hands.
âBelieve me, I love what we have. I love our life, my job, all of it,â you said. âBut I want a family, and I want it with you.â
Dean started to soften at that, when you met his eyes. You paused, taking in a shaky breath.
âIt should be simple, but itâs not," you said. "I just canât understand why itâs so impossible. WhyâŚwhy thereâs something wrong with me.â
Deanâs anger broke down, bit by bit the more you spoke. He let go of the book and reached for you. He held you against his chest, rubbing your back as you quietly wept. You tried to stifle it, but that just made your body tremble even more. He did his best to steady you, rocking you back and forth. His eyes closed for a moment.
You both knew that the expensive fertility doctor hadnât found anything wrong with either of you, even after a month of testing.
âIn certain cases, it just takes longer for some couples,â sheâd said. But clearly, you had just been blaming yourself. Dean couldnât abide that.
âThereâs nothing wrong with you,â he said firmly. âBelieve me, I want that too. But I also want to make sure youâre safe.â
Emotion clogged in his throat when he thought about what mightâve happened if he hadnât stopped you. And in turn, you sobered even more when you managed to pick up on his thoughts.
âIf something wouldâve happened, and I was too late to stop it,â he said, clearing his throat. ââŚI just canât, okay?â
After a moment, you nodded. You allowed yourself to rest against his chest and try to calm the racing of your heart. All the while, you tried your best not to resent him for stopping you.
The next day was a Saturday. You slept in because your body needed it, after the stress of last night. When you woke up, Dean wasnât beside you. His keys and the Impala were gone, but heâd left you a text: heâd gone to your uncle Bobbyâs place.Â
And you saw that heâd taken the book as well. Predictable.Â
You felt bad for how you tried to go behind your husbandâs back, but if you were honest with yourself, you were still upset at him for stopping you, even if you understood why he did it.Â
You sat on the edge of your bed. Not for the first time since you and Dean were separated by miles of roads and his familyâs mission to find the thing that killed his mother, you found yourself praying.Â
Please, GodâŚor if thereâs even anyone up thereâŚplease help me.
For a while, there was silence in the room.Â
But even if your eyes were open, you wouldnât have seen the being that was standing in front of you. He stared down at you with a tilted head, finding himself a bit too curious. Hesitantly, he reached his hand out and touched your forehead.Â
You didnât completely register the feeling that washed over you. It was like the tingling of a breeze across your skin. You took it for a chill in the room as you shivered a little. Then you opened your eyes, and resigned yourself to starting your day.Â
Castiel left the room with but a thought and a flutter of wings.Â
He knew he was only supposed to observe Michaelâs vessel, not his soulmate. And yet, with one touch, he had sensed the rare genetic defect your doctor had missed.
Your mother had unknowingly suffered the condition as well. Your father never told you this, but sheâd nearly lost you in the early stages of her pregnancy. It had been a miracle that you were born at all.Â
Castiel fixed the problem.Â
He knew what Uriel, or even Naomi would say. Perhaps they didnât need to know, in this case. They were both far too busy for worldly trifles. Even so, Castiel knew he wasnât authorized to heal you.
Still, it feltâŚright. And so, he did it.Â
It confused him.
âŚMaybe it isnât something to be closely examined, he thought.
With that agreement within himself, he resolved to leave that decision behind him, and continue watching from afar. Those were his orders, after all.
Visiting Bobby Singer wasnât as productive as Dean wanted it to be. The men had been arguing in Bobbyâs living room for close to an hour.
Dean was upset with him for translating that goddamn spell for you, but the old man didnât have a good answer. They both knew you were like a daughter to him.
âShe came in hot, all damn stubborn and sass up to here,â Bobby said, holding a hand up to his forehead. âBut you try sayinâ no when the waterworks starts.â
âŚDean could concede that, but he rubbed his face in frustration.Â
âWhat do I do here, Bobby?â he asked, holding up the spell book in question. Apparently, it was more like a journal; it was rumored to have belonged to a sixteenth-century witch named Rowena. âI donât trust this thing. Deep in my gut, I know it.â
Bobby considered him for a moment. In fact, he gave Dean a long-suffering look that made him really see Bobbyâs age.Â
âThen trust your gut, son,â was all he said.Â
Dean returned home with a peace offering: some apple crumble pie. You were lying on the sofa watching mindless TV, still in your pajamas. Your mental walls were down, so Dean could both see and feel how miserable you were.Â
He took out the pie from the small bag of groceries he carried and held it up so you could see.
âI come bearing sugar,â he said. He also set down a bottle of wine on the dining table. You were focused on the pie, however.
âWhoâs that for, me or you?â you dryly remarked.Â
âI got ice cream too,â he said, shaking the grocery bag.Â
You smiled a little, but he could feel through the bond that you were still sour at him. He sighed and went over to you. He set down the bribery on the coffee table and settled a hand on your pajama-clad thigh.Â
âSweetheart, I am sorry.âÂ
Sighing, you turned off the TV and sat up against the other end of the couch. You eyed him with a frown.
âYouâre not sorry about chucking the spell,â you accused. Or for stealing the book youâd eventually have to bring back to work, lest your boss notice something amiss in the inventory.
âNo, Iâm not,â said Dean. âIt was dangerous. I felt it. And that gut feeling? Thatâs whatâs saved me more times than I can damn count.âÂ
You were still upset, you couldnât denyâŚbut you understood his point. When he beckoned you over, you were more willing to go to him. After you scooted closer, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
âLook, Iâll go to whatever doctors you want, try whatever treatments, however long it takes,â he said.
You sighed, but you eventually agreed with a teary nod. âOkay. Thank you.â
Even with that, Dean wasnât convinced that he was getting through to you. He was picking up on a thread of hopelessness that you were trying to hide.
Heâd just have to change that.
âButâŚâ He earned your attention by squeezing your side. His lips formed a grin. âI still think we can do this the old-fashioned way.â
He slowly rubbed a hand up and down your back. With the other hand, he reached for your face, tracing your lower lip with his thumb. You smiled slightly at his teasing. Part of you wanted to heed the suggestion in his eyes, and the familiar warmth and promise in his touch. The other, more vulnerable part of you hesitated.
When you caught sight of something over his shoulder, you had to smile a little more.
âI see you got a bottle of Merlot,â you said. A notable upgrade from beer. You couldnât remember the last time Dean had willingly bought some âbougie-assâ wine.
âA little pie, a little boozeâŚâ you noted.
Dean grinned. âIâm thinking we have a not-so-quiet night in.â
Your brows rose, and you hummed in surprise. âIs my husband trying to butter me up?â
âNah,â he said, tilting your face back up to his. âYour husbandâs trying to seduce you.â Â
You giggled at thatâŚat first. But it seemed he was serious.
You accepted his passionate kiss. Closing your eyes, you reached blindly for his shirt and held on while his lips moved ardently against yours. Through the bond, you felt his desire like it was your own.
In the five years youâd been married, and the years you were together even before, there were often moments where it was impossible to discern what was him and what was you.Â
The beautiful thing about it was, that part didnât matter too much. Especially not when you and Dean became a tangle of limbs, lips, and tongue on the couch. He ridded you of your threadbare pajamas, and you helped him halfway out of his shirt and jeans before he yanked the rest of it off himself.
And all while he drew lusty moans and sighs and pleasure from your body in the comfort of your living room, the ice cream slowly melted in its container on the coffee tableâcompletely forgotten, along with the pie.
That night, you lied awake in his arms for a while. Round one on the couch had migrated to rounds two and three in the bedroom, and you were almost too exhausted to sleep.Â
It had been months since you and Dean had sex without thinking of calendars and timing, optimal positions and ovulation.
This felt right, you thought, as you stroked his arm that was wrapped around your waist. Even though your skin was sticking to his under the sheets and your frizzy hair was probably tickling his neck, he didnât seem to mind.
Dean? you tried through the bond, seeing if he was awake. He felt like he was still in-between wakefulness and sleep. At your prodding though, he slipped back into the former.Â
âHmm?â he replied. You let out a sigh in the dark.Â
âIâm sorry I kind of tried to take matters into my own hands, with the spell.â
He hmphed in response. âKinda?â
Your lips twitched upwards.Â
âThis is a âtogetherâ thing,â you said. âI made it all about me.â
Dean shook his head at that. He responded through the bond. No, you didnât.
I did, you insisted. You were right to stop me. I didnât care about the consequencesâŚbut thatâs not fair to you. To either of us.
He took that in with a deep sigh of his own.
âItâs okay. We want the same thing,â he said. âAnd weâll get there, baby. Donât you worry.â
âWhat makes you so sure?â you asked.
ââŚI donât know. I just am.â
You closed your eyes, and once again, you tried to believe him. You let his heartbeat and the sound of his steady breathing lull you to sleep.Â
Nine weeks laterâŚ
You were alone in the bathroom at seven in the morning. After almost a month late on your period, you were also staring at two positive lines on your last pregnancy test.Â
HoâŚlyâŚshit.
Dean was already at work. This wasnât something you wanted to tell him over the phone, however.Â
How the hell am I supposed to keep this from him all day? you thought.
But then again, maybe this was a good thing. You had time to make sure.
So you called out of work for a personal day, and you immediately called your doctor on your way out to the closest pharmacy. You were going to need a few more tests.Â
When Dean eventually got home that evening, there were two pizzas waiting for him. The smell was already making his mouth water. He peeked under the hood of each box and rubbed his hands together.Â
âOoh, awesome.â Pepperoni, sausage, and double cheese. His favorite.
You appeared then from the kitchen with a strange smile on your face.Â
âHey!â you chirped, but you seemed a bit distracted as you pulled out a sheet pan of cookies from the oven. You nearly dropped them when the corner of the pan banged against the oven.Â
Something was off with you. Dean knew it intuitively. He went over and tried to steady you with a hand on the small of your back. He could see that you were frazzled, but he realized, with a frown, that you had your walls up again. He couldnât pick up on what you were thinking.
âYou okay?â he asked. âWhatâs going on?â
âUhâŚwell, something,â you nodded and wiped your hands after you peeled the oven mitts off. âAnd I need to tell you about it before I bake everything in the house, including the expired bran muffins.â
Dean was growing more concerned by the moment. He knew for a fact heâd hidden that bran muffin mix deep in the pantry, so you wouldnât force him to eat a âhealthy dessert.â
âOkay, what?â he asked.
You paused, steeling yourself with a breath.
You then took his hand and led him to the bedroom, into the adjoining bathroom. Across the entire counter were no less than seven pregnancy tests.Â
All positive.
Deanâs breath caught in his lungs. Slowly he turned back to you with his widened eyes.
âSurprise?â you smiled, a little nervously.Â
Dean grasped the counter and had to sit down hard on the closed toilet seat.Â
âYeah, I did that too,â you said. You couldnât help but giggle as you caressed his face. He grabbed your hip, both to bring you closer and for added stability. You two had been trying to make this happen for over a year, but the gravity of this being real was finally hitting him.Â
He stared up at your face with a growing smile. âThis is happening.âÂ
You nodded, smiling through your burgeoning tears.Â
âYeah. It is,â you replied. âDean, youâre gonna be a dad.â
That realization had him nodding, swallowing hard and blinking past a sting in his eyes.Â
He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you in between his knees. You threaded your fingers through his hair, and his head came to rest against your stomach. He pressed a kiss there, over your shirt.Â
After a moment to gather himself, he rocked back onto his feet. Then he enveloped you in a secure and warm embrace. He kissed the side of your head, and you felt his smile there.
âWe did it, baby,â he said. Â
âAnd that was the easy part,â you quipped, making him laugh. Yet the holy shit of it all hit him in a new waveâone you felt through the bond. You had to take a deep breath to steady yourself as well.
âOh my God, this is happening,â he repeated.
You uttered a tearful laugh. âUh, yeah, Dean.â
He was still smiling, but it started to dim a little.Â
âWeâre ready, right?â he asked.
You chuckled, wiping at your eyes. âWe better be.â
Dean nodded and pulled back enough to see your face. You met his gaze. Maybe youâd just had more time than him to process it all, but you finally felt a sense of peace.
âTogether, right?â he said.
âYeah,â you smiled. âTogether.â
Dean let out a deep breath. âShit, I gotta tell Sam.â
Your smile brightened and you squeezed his arms.
âLetâs call him!" you said. "Hopefully Eileenâs there too.â
The two had moved in together a couple of years ago, after Eileen officially retired from hunting. But she often had long shifts at her job, just like Sam did at the law firm he started working for after he graduated from law school, near the top of his class. Â
While you and Dean went into the bedroom to call Sam together, an angel watched from a distance, unseen by human eyes.
He found himself smiling.
AN: Ahh I'm soft. 𼰠I hope you all enjoy this as much as I had fun diving back into Never Say Goodbye.
And I won't say that I'll never come back to it in the future...for obvious reasons. đ
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A kind of sex education part 2 (platonic cas x winchesters x reader)
Summary : after the whole porn ordeal , castiel finds tumblr and the world of fanfiction has him asking more curious questions which the residents of the bunker are not so happy to answer .Â
warnings : mentions of smutty fics , cas being the curious baby in a trench coat we love .
After the whole angel porn ordeal , they were more careful with what cas was watching not wanting history to repeat itself . Like monitoring a toddler on an iPad. Especially given that y/n wouldn't come out of her room for days not wanting to look any of them bar sam in the eyes . Dean even limited his teasing when it came to the subject . Today he was luckily out while cas was on laptop , Sam and Y/N were looking over some incoming cases seeing which needed to be handled first .
" interesting this is very interesting " the angel spoke making them look over both slightly relieved not see or hear an explicit image on the laptop.Â
" I've been on a interesting site that led me to many other over the last couple of days " he spoke up .
" what was that buddy" she smiled over. Their joy short lived when he uttered the next few sentences out of his mouth .
" tumblr that led me to all these other sites , did you know there is fanfiction of us like the play we seen except it's classed as what they call smut " he looked up at the two .
" why didn't I go on the supply run , why am I here when he finds this shit " she cursed up at the ceiling .
" could be nothing " sam offered a weak smile .
" did you know most popular is Dean x y/n fiction seems as though you are most shipped although there are some of Dean and sam with you too " he mused .
" but I could be wrong" sam winced taking the laptop off of cas completely .
" how do you find these things " he asked looking through the tabs .
" I'm very pop culture savvy now " cas said proudly .Â
" what the hell man why are you reading all these " sam groaned wanting burning his eyes out seeing an explicitly wrong image of Dean and himself (no to wincest) . " you are actually popular with them Y/n " sam mused .
" that's after that stupid ghost hunting website and chuck " she grumbled wondering where she was going to start her new life.
" hey there's even some with you and cas " he chuckled.Â
" Alaska or maybe Australia would be better it further Away " she mused .
" wow these are extremely detailed " sam continued .
" would you call Dean daddy , the stories seem to think you would " cas asked .
" what the hell did I walk into " the man in question walked into the room .
" my resignation " she mumbled hiding her head in her arms.Â
" destiel is another popular one " sam chuckled.Â
" cas found smutty fanfictions " she looked up to see the clueless expression on Dean's face.
" they suggest that Y/n is a sub and you are a Dom " the angel stated.
" wanna see if they're right sweetheart " Dean winked .
" wanna kill me cause I can't be dealing with this" she countered wondering if she could also legally change her name.
" why are they so descriptive on the parts , have they seen them" cas sat looking between the three .
" the way Dean sleeps around they probably seen his " she reasoned.
" they also suggest you like..." .
" do not even finish that one" she growled .
"so many kinks cas did you google all these" sam asked eyes widening at the search history.Â
"Â i was looking at chucks book and comments said to check out the tumblr versions " he said looking confused to what he did wrong. " they forgot to add that birthmark just below your tits " he added matter of factly .
" when did you see her ... what he got to see i didn't" dean turned to Y/n , who honestly rather be stuck with Crowley for eternity than this .
" he walked in while i was getting dressed and it not a birthmark it's a scar from a battle with an old favourite bra "she could feel her cheeks redder than they've been so far . "i'm going to my room to pack for my new life in australia" she stormed out her room .
" she's kidding right?" dean asked looking to the mean .
" you should dom her and make her stay , they said she responds to good girl" cas explained .
" i wonder if she would let me come with her " sam mused walking out after her. Â
another awkward dinner bobby was almost afraid to ask. Although dean was smiling more than the others.
" cas read fanfiction , pornographic fan fiction " dean explained .
" i've also read some theories too, like bobby is Y/N Dad and not her uncle" cas smiled making bobby choke on his water.
"Â their theories cas they're not right ... right? " she laughed but stopped when she notice bobby expression or how he would barel look at her.
" i mean it's a possibility " he mused truthfully making her jaw drop
" great more daddy issue not like the place is drowning in them with these two " she pinched the bridge of her nose and point at sam and dean.
" so the theories of dean being her soulmate are true " cas asked.
" probably " dean shrugged winking at her .
" why did i ever come here, sam wanna move to australia with me " she ignored the other three men .
" look me and your mom had a brief thing , your dad well your dad agreed while he..." .Â
" australia sound nice " sam agreed cutting bobby short .
" hey stop denying our love even nerds on internet think we'd be hot together"dean spoke up .
" cas from now on stop the curiosity or so help me i will make you eat the computer " she groaned learning too much information for the day .
"we need to do dna test " she turned to bobby .
" you can pick me up at 7 " she turned to dean before walking out leaving the men speechless .Â
" i got punished" cas pouted .
" i got a kid kinda " bobby gulped .
" i got a date " dean smirked .
" and i got a rock ... It's a thing on tiktok ... what cass isn't the only pop culture savvy one around here " sam shrugged .
part three
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I donât wanna live forever
Part two
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: Y/n is having a hard time coming to terms with her feelings for the guy sheâs supposed to feel nothing more than a friendship with, so instead of confronting those feelings she runs away, which proves to be a mistake for her and him.
Warning: angst, heartbreak, fluff, sad angry Dean because heâs a warning in itself
An: this is my first Dean Winchester fic so i hope it lives up to your expectations. Also this is gonna be a two part series because i got carried away with setting up the plot for this. If you like this flick and the way i write i am taking requests for Sam, dean and cas so feel free to make some. Anywho love ya and i hope you enjoy.
Dean Winchester is the epitome of a girls dream guy. Heâs smart, tall, and strong. Not to mention those pretty green eyes that scream âwalking sex godâ or that cheeky ass smirk he wears when he knows heâs got a girl in his clutch. But thats not what made you fall for him, not the only reason at least. Dean Winchester has been your best friend since you both could walk. Being left to take care of Sammy while your mom and john were out hunting all through your childhood up really sealed your fate, you saw all of his most vulnerable moments and you knew those moments he needed you to break down those walls so he wouldnât self destruct. But also you saw how much he loved, and how he fought for the people he loved, but he wouldnât let anyone give that back to him. And thats why you loved him. Because you knew that just like him youâd do anything for him at any moments notice. Youâd kill, youâd torture , youâd die If he needed.
So as you sat at a bar sipping on your martini watching dean flirt with the pretty curly headed bartender with a short skirt, your heart felt heavy within your chest and your stomach completely empty despite the large bowl of fries you were sharing with Sam. The feelings that surged through your body werenât anger, or hatred. It was sadness and longing, knowing that even though you loved everything about that man, even though you knew him better than anyone else. Better than himself. Heâd wouldnât see you how you saw him, and no matter how much you hated it, you couldnât hate him. Not one bit.
âYâknow if you sulk any harder people are gonna mistake you for a grounded teenagerâ an amused voice spoke from beside you. Your gaze broke from dean and turned to his brother, âshut up Sam�� you said nudging his shoulder softly. A smile crossed the younger winchesters face, âheâs just looking for a distractionâ he muttered to you, diverting his gaze over to his brother letting a frown overtake his features. Sam knew how utterly in love you and his brother were with each other, i mean anyone could see it. Except for some reason you two.
âYeah well sleeping with a random person isnât exactly what id call âa distractionââ you said bitterly, immediately feeling bad even though dean was nowhere around to hear. Sam shook his head at just how blind you were, â i just donât understand why he wont open up to us.â You said trying to keep your voice steady, stirring your drink around with your straw âHe knows that we know how much loosing john is affecting him. Hell heâs not the only one fucking dealing. We all lostâ she said trying not to let the tears forming in her eyes fall. Sam sighed âthats just how he is. Itâs how heâs always been. The strong oneâ he said looking at his friend solemnly.
âWell itâs bullshit and he knows itâ you said slamming your hands down on the table as you stood up. âIm going back to the motelâ you muttered grabbing you coat from the back of your chair and trying to keep your tears at bay. Sam grabbed your wrist stopping you. âYou want me to walk you?â He offered softly. âNo itâs fine, iâm fine. I just need some time alone if thats okayâ you said. Sam nodded letting go of your wrist, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead, a habit youâd formed when he was only two years old. And with that you exited the bar, not sparing a look in deans direction. You couldnât stomach it. What you missed was the longing and worried look dean sent you as he weakly excused himself, and made his way over to Sam and began his interrogation.
While you walked your brain was racked with all of these intense emotions. But the most prominent thought was how much it was killing you. Given youâd known that Dean wasnât the relationship type, i mean the ratio of his hookups to relationships says enough in itself. But youâd grown up together, you knew how much dean craved to be held and loved by a woman, and you were hoping by chance heâd let it be you. But as the months turned into years and years turned into a decade, you were tired. Tired of loving someone who only thought of you as a friend. Tired of loving someone who would shamelessly flirt with other women in front of you, no matter how deeply in love you showed him you were.
By time you reached the motel youâd had your mind made up, youâd apologize to the boys later but you had to go. And you knew that if you told them in person Samâs puppy dog eyes that always worked and deans broken expression wouldâve coaxed you back in. So there you are packing your bags (not that you had much to pack) and hopping into a car youâd managed to break into and Hotwire and began your way to Bobbyâs.
When you arrived at Bobbyâs he was shocked to see you but ultimately let you in. âYâlook like shitâ he greeted looking you up in down taking in your puffy eyes. You laughed âgood to see you tooâ. Bobby looked behind you, curiosity etched into his face âwhere are the other two idjits?â He asked. Your once happy expression dropped, replaced by a guilty look and you avoided his eyes as best you could. Bobby took a step forward, now concerned âpeanut where are the boysâ he asked a little more demanding this time. Tears pooled your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day. âI- i left them in Wyomingâ your voice broke as tears began to cascade down your face. âI didnât tell them, they wouldâve convinced me not to goâ you explained. Bobby stared at the girl not sure what to do about the girl he saw as a daughter crying so freely in front of him. âWhyâd ya leave? Somethinâ happen?â He asked leading you to the couch and taking a seat himself.
You shook your head âno⌠no nothing happened. I just couldnât watch it anymore.â You muttered playing with your fingers in your lap trying to put your feelings into words. Bobby watched intently, and he swore he could almost see the cloud of thoughts above your head. It took about five seconds for it to click. Dean. âSâthis âbout dean?â He leaned forward. You hesitated, finally looking up to meet them and eyes before you nodded. âIt was okay before, i mean Iâve had feelings for him since we were 14 so i learned to tune it out mostly. But as we get older its just go hard, i mean Iâm 26 now and Iâve seen him during relationships and hookups and its not effected me until now.â You explained, Bobby didnât say anything, knowing that if he said the wrong thing youâd probably run up to your designated room and act like the conversation never happened.
âi think because i realized just how far id go for him, and with the way things are heating up that flame seems to grow more and more every hunt. But he doesnât see it, he doesnât see the raw and utter devotion i hold for him. He doesnât see how i run off every guy because i know they wont be like him. He doesnât see how much it hurts me to see him happy with someone else, even if itâs just for a night. And it hurts Bobby, it hurts like hell to love someone who only sees you as his best friend that muchâ you finished. By that point the tears were streaming down your face and he could hear the heartbreak in your voice. Bobby stood up trying to keep his own tears at bay as he watched the young girl break down in front of him, he grabbed you by your wrist pulling you into a bone crushing hug as you sobbed into his shirt. The two of you stood like that until your sobs subsided, leaving you with sniffles every few seconds.
Bobby pulled away and grabbed your face âyou are a smart, strong, beautiful young lady. And after all youâve been through you deserve all the love in the world, and if dean canât see that then heâs more of an idjit than i thoughtâ he joked. A small laugh passed your lips and suddenly the need for sleep hit you like a ton of bricks. Bobby seemed to take notice because he sent you on your way upstairs to your room and you made no effort to fight sleep any longer.
just downstairs Bobby pulled out his phone that saw tht he had 14 missed callers from Sam and 27 from dean. He calculated how angry youâd be at him for making the decision he was about to but heâd deal with your anger over heartbreak any day. So he pressed the call back button and listened to the dial tone until deans voice replaced the noise
âIs she with youâ he asked urgently, Bobby noted the sound of deans engine in the background as well as Sam asking if it was Bobby that called.
âYeah sheâs here, and youâd better have a damn good excuse for her showing up the way she didâ Bobby said in an authoritative tone.
âIâm not 100% sure but i have a theoryâ dean replied with a distracted tone. âI donât care what you do or donât have. You get here and you fix it you understand boy?â âYes sirâ dean answered. Bobby then hung up, dean knew he was in deep shit if he couldnât make things right with you
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A/N: Hi guys! This idea just like.. came to me. I hope you guys like it! Don't worry, I will make more Sammy fics.. Nobody has asked I just figured its been a minute lol. If you enjoy this story, feel free to follow, comment and reblog <3 All feedback is appreciated! Enjoyyy!
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader
Warnings: Bimbo!Demon reader (Hear me out-), Demon!Dean, holy water, supernatural stuff, devils trap, cursing, shopping spree, sexual dialogue, groping, thigh grinding, edging/orgasm denial, praise kink, smut.
Summary: After running into the Winchesters, you find yourself in a sticky situation. You didn't expect your soon-to-be shopping spree to get turned into an interrogation. Fortunately, after lots of discussion, you convince the group to let you go. Oh how Dean regrets it.
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She was looking into a diner window, using it as a mirror as she reapplied her lipgloss. She carefully patted her lips with the pad of her middle finger, her lips in a perfect "O" shape.
She heard a faint sound of men laughing and adjusted her eyes to see through the glass, now noticing the two men at the diner. She smiled and rested her finger on her bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. She blinked and her eyes went black, staring down at the two.
It was a fun trick she did when she noticed men staring, scaring them to death, only for nobody to believe them. She noticed them stare at each other, the typical startled expression overwhelming their faces.
She turned on her heel and strutted down the sidewalk, a triumphant smile forming on her face. Her eyes were back to their normal Y/E/C color. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, listening to the urgent footsteps that followed behind her.
Y/N turned and grinned, giving the men a flirty wave. "Hi, boys! Can I help you?" She questioned, finding their expressions amusing. "I don't know, Sweetheart. What the hell was that little show you put on for us?" The shorter one asked, moving cautiously towards her.
"Oh, you mean this?" She blinked again and her eyes turned dark, a cheeky smile returning to her face. She expected their shocked expressions, hell everyone got scared. What she didn't predict was the holy water that burned her face shortly after.
She hissed and stumbled back into an alley, "You're gonna ruin my makeup!" She screamed, her hands covering her face as she stepped back further.
"That's your concern? Your makeup?" The taller man questioned, raising his brows in disbelief. She nodded quickly, flicking the burning water off of her hands. "Get the hell away from me! Who even are you?" She spat at them.
"Oh, baby. We're the Winchesters. Some of the best damn hunters you'll ever meet." Her eyes widened when she felt a blade enter her shoulder, a loud whine echoing off the walls.
She gasped and looked down at her now stained tube top, the blood quickly oozing down into the white fabric. "My shirt-!" She was cut off by a hand covering her mouth, the damp fabric hurting her skin. The holy water dripped down and evaporated off of her chest. Her vision went blurry and before she knew it, she was out.
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When Y/N woke up, her head lulled forward. She went to stand up, but was restricted by ropes to a chair. She shouted out and four men entered the room.
"Who are you?" She mumbled, nodding towards the two new faces. "I'm Castiel, the Winchesters guardian angel. This is Bobby Singer. That is Dean and Sam Winchester." The man in a trench-coat explained.
She rolled her eyes, "Well duh, I know who those two are." She said as she eyed the boys. Dean quickly walked towards her, stopping at the edge of the devils trap she was enclosed in. "See this? You're stuck here until you talk." He explained.
"You're tellin' me this girl is a demon?" Bobby asked, a quick, breathy laugh leaving her before he splashed holy water on her. She hissed and cried out, her fists clenching around the wood seat.
"What the hell! What did I do!" She barked, her face scrunched up as the liquid slowly fell to the floor. Sam stood behind her, Dean now standing outside of the trap directly in front of her. She thought it was odd, but didn't have much time to think about it.
"How did you find us, and who are you?" Sam questioned, his fingers curling around the back of the chair. "Find you? I didn't find you, I ran into you by chance."
Sam opened a flask and poured water down the back of her shirt. She screamed, tears starting to pool in her eyes. "How did you find us?" Castiel repeated from the corner of the room. She glanced up at him, her pupils now shot. "I didn't find you..." She barely whispered.
"Name! What's you're name!" The older Winchester hollered, making her flinch back. She glared at him, the fear in her eyes dissolving. "My names Y/N." She answered gruffly, her brows knitted tight together.
Suddenly, Bobby splashed more water at her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep quiet, but was surprised when she heard a yell. She opened her eyes wearily, noticing the steam rising from Dean's arm.
"You're a demon?" She asked, a nervous edge in her voice. It made sense. He didn't step too close to the circle and he didn't carry holy water on him.
"Pretty much, Sweetheart." He rolled his sleeves up, showing her the mark on his arm. Her eyes widened and she felt a bit uneasy. "So why are you attacking me..? We're like the same thing, right?"
"Not even close. He doesn't murder people." Sam answered, moving from behind her and now next to his brother. "I don't kill people? I guess I mean I hurt peoples feelings but I don't kill them!" She protested in a hurry, noticing the older man grabbing a book and whispering Latin under his breath.
"Stop, please! Listen to me! I don't hurt people!" She started getting overwhelmed, her eyes flickering from black to Y/E/C. She was hyperventilating and she bit down on her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Stop! I said stop!"
The room went white, the men grunted as they got back up to their feet. They didn't know what she did, but she broke the devils trap along with half of everything else Bobby owned. Once they were to their feet, they all stared at her.
Y/N was on the ground breathing heavily, curled into a ball on the floor. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, reaching her hands out in front of her to steady herself. She moved to sit down on the floor, an anxious expression evident in her features. "Don't hurt me." She pleaded quietly.
Castiel crouched down in front of her and rested a hand on her knee. "Are you okay?" She nodded and sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of her lip, her eyes a bit puffy from crying.
"You guys are mean." She hiccuped, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrist. Sam raised his brows just like before and he nodded, "Wow. Yeah, uh, I think maybe we can believe her."
Bobby nodded and said something under his breath before stepping out of the room. Castiel followed shortly after, but the brothers stayed to chat with her.
They talked for some time, and she explained why she did what she did. Dean slid his his hand down his face, an exasperated expression following in its wake. "Holy shit, you are one dumb demon. You're aware that that can get you killed?" Sam had to hold back a laugh, shaking his head as he looked down at the floor. "I think she gets that now."
"I wanted to go shopping... You guys ruined my day." She huffed and crossed her arms, turning her face away from the boys. "Alright, Sweetheart. How about I drive you to wherever you were staying, you get cleaned up and then we take you to the mall. How does that sound?" He offered, and her eyes lit up.
"Oh my gosh! You would do that!" She stood up quickly and hugged Dean, her arms squeezing tight around his neck. He was stiff at first but eventually hugged her back, his arms gently squeezing around her waist.
Sam cleared his throat and began slowly creeping out of the room. "I'm not going. You two have fun." He stated quickly before leaving completely. Dean patted her back and she pulled away from him, pecking his cheek before strutting happily out of the room.
Jesus Christ, he thought to himself.
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When they arrived at her hotel, Dean was impressed. It was a fancy joint, tall building and nice decor. He insisted he'd wait in the car as she got ready and she agreed. He watched her prance into the hotel, her heels echoing into the car through the half opened window.
After about forty-five minutes, he heard the now familiar clack of her shoes and he turned his head. His jaw dropped. She was wearing a light pink, cropped tank top along with the shortest shorts he's ever seen. The white straps of her thong hung on her hips above her shorts, making her curves more noticeable.
Her heels matched her jewelry, white rhinestones covering the baby pink material. Her ears were decorated with pink and white-gold dangling earrings, small heart shapes above the two hanging pieces.
She slid into the passenger side door, the scent of her perfume flooding his senses. "Hi! Sorry I took so long. I couldn't decide which top I wanted, but I ended up choosing this one. Do you like it?" She asked as she moved to face him completely. Her shorts rode up the tops of her thighs impossibly higher.
Dean groaned and threw his head back into the headrest, shutting his eyes tight. "What? Do you not like it?" She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out.
"You look fucking fantastic, Sweetheart. Now let's go." He said, not daring to look at her again. She grabbed her phone from her purse and began texting away, quiet giggles erupting from her randomly.
He glanced over, his eyes skimming over her. "What's so funny?" He asked and her smile only grew. "You're gonna pay for the shopping trip, right?"
He closed his eyes and exhaled, reaching his hand over to pat her leg. "Sure thing, Princess." He muttered and she squealed in excitement. She moved her hand to cover his on her thigh, squeezing it in appreciation. "Thank you, Dean!"
"Sure thing." He kept his hand there, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the side of the soft flesh. She toyed with his fingers, pushing back his cuticles and studying his nails. "You could use a manicure." She suggested and he gave her a firm slap on the thigh before pulling his hand away.
"Keep dreamin', Sweetheart." She pouted and dragged his hand back to hers, interlacing her fingers with him. "Be nice to me!" She ordered and he scoffed. "Talk to me like that again and you'll be bent over Baby."
"Baby?" She questioned, leaning towards him a bit more. He pulled the car into park a little too fast, making her slide forward a bit. "The car, Sweetie. Anyway, we're here."
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They had been in the mall for hours, bags weighing down Dean's arms. He had at least a dozen bags on each side. The only thing she was holding was a large slushey.
Once she had finally decided she had enough, she dragged him into the car and ranted about how excited she was to give him a fashion show.
"Are you serious? I just followed your ass around that whole damn building and you expect me to watch you try all that shit on?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Sweetheart, there are like twenty bags back there. I'm not doin' it."
She frowned and glanced up at him, her bottom lip slightly pulling downwards. "Please..." He looked over at her and cursed under his breath. "Fine. Stop looking at me like that."
She giggled and leaned closer, her hands resting on his thigh. "Like what, Dean?" She batted her eyelashes, her fingers gently digging into his leg. He bit his lip and grasped her hands. He shoved her back and she giggled.
When they arrived at her hotel she led him to her room and she took a handful of the bags from him, heading into the bathroom to change. He watched her twirl around in various different dresses, outfits and- Holy fuck.
Lingerie.
She did her little strut through the hotel room, showing him all the different angles of her outfits. He tried hiding the raging boner growing in his pants, but the denim betrayed him.
She smiled when she noticed it, raising a brow. "Oh, Dean." She giggled and slowly walked towards him, the black lace cupping her breasts and pushing them up.
She leaned down and rested her hands on the bed next to him, moving to crawl into his lap. He groaned and pulled her closer, his nails imprinting her hips.
He positioned her so she was straddling his thigh. "What are you doin', Sweetheart?" He asked as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I wanna play with you." She giggled, leaning forward to kiss him.
He completed the kiss, slowly beginning to move her body back and forth, grinding her core against his leg. She whimpered into the kiss, his mouth abruptly leaving hers, moving down to trail bite marks down her neck.
She whined and her head fell back, quiet moans leaving her throat. He pushed his thigh up further and pulled her down harder, making her cry out. Her knuckles turned white from how hard she was squeezing his shoulders, so close to release.
He groaned and one of his hands moved up her back, pulling her head backwards by yanking on her hair. She gasped, clenching around nothing as she moved in rhythm with him.
"Are you close, Princess?" He whispered in her ear, nibbling on the pulse point beneath it. She nodded eagerly and he smacked her ass hard. "Words, sweet girl."
"Y-yes, I'm really- really close." She whimpered out, her thighs squeezing tightly around his. "Good girl." He praised, and she gasped, the feeling in her stomach so close to breaking.
Suddenly, he pulled her off of him, setting her down onto the bed next to him. She protested, incoherent rambles spewing out of her mouth. He shoved his thumb into her mouth, shutting her up instantly.
"Awh, Sweetheart. You look so pathetic. Go back into the bathroom and keep the show going." He told her, and she tried to argue. He just clamped her jaw closed and hushed her. "You wanted to do a fashion show, baby. You better finish it, and then maybe I'll let you cum."
She nodded and stood up, his thumb sliding out of her mouth. She stumbled over to the door and closed it behind her. He sighed in satisfaction, leaning back onto the bed.
"Such a good girl."
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A/N: I Hope you guys enjoyed! It was - also - kind of rushed. Let me know if I made any mistakes <3 Please follow and comment if you liked it :) All feedback is so appreciated! Send requests if you have anything you want me to write about <3
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