#DINTD

[ladymagn0lia]

Ohhiuojgghy You dintd have to do tihs to me

When you tell me you love me for the first time

Promise me you won't say it during s*x

I don't want our lips to part for a single second

Promise me you won't say it when we are drunk on Tequila and lime

When the salt has coated our mouths and I can taste it with every kiss we share

Promise me you won't say it when we are out for diner

Spending money we don't have and eating food too expensive for it's own good

Promise me you won't say it when I'm sleeping next to you

Unable to memorize the curl of your lips as you whisper it, too dark to see the tears on our faces

Promise me you won't say it on Valentine's day or any birthday

Don't ruin these things for me

When you tell me you love me for the first time

Make it mundane, uneventful

Make it feel like we have been saying it for 1 000 years

Because when you'll stop saying it

I don't wanna be reminded of that everytime I'm kissing someone new or everytime I smell your parfum

Don't taint my life with your love if you plan to leave

[our-jensen-ackles-love]

Dancing In The Dark;

Dean Winchester x Reader 

You made a mistake last night.. you went home with a married man. A man whom you had crushed on since your first day at work, a man who you knew had secrets, a man whose wife had invited you over to dinner time and time again. So how did the two of you ended up in bed last night? 

Warnings: implied cheating, swearing, smutiness. 

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[cosmicdenro]

his "scrap name" being Bull is so good

[onlylivinboy]

Gabe smells like apples ･ﾟ ✧

"That'd kinda make sense." After the whole, thing in Asgard with the magic apples, "actually had a couple people tell me that."

[9ries-moved]

HOSEOKIE YM BABIE A DIRECTOR HWO COME I DINTD KNOW ABOTU THIS IM CRYIGN I LOVE HE

[crispin-kreme]

i dintd rly care abuot my dad he was toxiv anywy

-tylo naon

damn i see 🧍‍♂️

[dave-the-tech-guy]

i don. dintd . sure. sure. i,., dont. god. yeah. sorry

dave. dave you're scaring me- what's going on? - Sg Ruth Weaver

rurth. ruth. ruth. ruth. whats gosing on. what hapepned. oh god. oih god ruth im so sorry

[println-archive]

i dintd take my meds s twice so  i googled wh y i lm like this and apparneltty its cause if u c ut off caffieene and then dirn ka  shit ston again u can get  high lo wkey and then tht can  trigger  psychos is adn thats hwy im  like this

[our-jensen-ackles-love]

Dancing In The Dark; 8.

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Summary: You made a mistake last night.. you went home with a married man. A man whom you had crushed on since your first day at work, a man who you knew had secrets, a man whose wife had invited you over to dinner time and time again. So how did the two of you end up in bed last night? 

Word Count: 1.9k 

Warnings: a little angst for ya. 

Author’s Note: all mistakes are mine, hopefully you don’t kill me.

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8.

It had to have been sometime after two in the morning when you awoke to what sounded like Dean’s deep voice echoing off the bedroom walls.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” he whispered the best he could, making you realize that he was probably on his phone - the one that he always kept next to him on your other night stand. “Are you sure that’s what you saw?”

You were holding your breath, trying to piece together who was on the other side of this phone call, but no one was coming to mind. Well, that was a lie, there was one person who came to mind, but you had to think that it had been close to three weeks since the divorce filings, there would be no way in hell she would be trying something now.

“Alright, listen, and I need to remain calm,” there was a pause. “Remember where I kept the salt? Go and grab it, cover all the windows and under the door. Make sure that you have enough leftover to make a circle.”

Another pause and you felt the bed shift as he moved to stand, still keeping his voice hushed. “I’ll be over there shortly.”

You listened as you heard him slip on his jeans, trying to quiet the clang of his belt. You listened as you heard him shuffle for something in that little backpack you had grown to love seeing in your tiny little apartment. You listened as his sock clad feet padded across the bedroom floor, before squeezing your eyes shut when you sensed he was in front of you.

The heat of his body was all you felt when he leaned over your frame. Trying to keep yourself as “relaxed” as you could, attempting give the illusion that we were actually asleep, you felt the coolness of his lips push on your temple.

Holding your breath, you waited until you heard the click of your front door. You had finally gotten around to giving Dean the spare key so that he could come and go as he pleased, but the last thing you thought he would do would be using it to sneak out.

Without really giving yourself time to over analyze the situation, as much as your half awake brain was trying to convince you to do, you hopped up and ran to slip on some shoes. It was crazy, but you knew the only way you were going to get your brain to stop circling around who he was going to see at this time of night was to head over there.

Taking the back roads, to avoid being caught trailing him and having to answer the kind of questions you were sure you were ready to face, you found your way to the Braeden’s house and just like always, almost every single light was on in the place - lighting it up like a beacon for the whole world to see.

“No,” you whispered as you saw Dean’s pick-up whip into the driveway. Your heart sank as you saw the way he parked the car and raced out of the driver’s seat, fist pounding on the front door only for Lisa to swing it open in nothing, but a nightie.

If you could hear a person’s heartbreak, you could confirm that it happened when you saw the way that Lisa wrapped her arms around her supposed soon-to-be ex husband. You knew that you needed to get out of there, you just weren’t sure where to go.

--

It must have been hours of you wasting gas just to circle around town, looking for anything that could keep your mind at bay. As promising as drowning your sorrows in a bottle of whiskey sounded, you knew it was only a short term solution for getting away from your problems. By the time the sun broke through, you found yourself in front of the local coffee shop.

Shutting off the engine, you looked down at your pajama clad legs while trying to decide if it was worth your wild to go in and get a caffeine fix. The idea of trying to face the day, and possible conversation, with anything other than a sugary, butterscotch flavored cappuccino sounded like utter hell.

Something buzzed in your coat pocket. Pulling your your phone, you saw a picture that you and Dean had taken together just a couple weeks ago flash across the screen. He was smiling, causing his eyes to crinkle up at the corners and you had been making some sort of goofy face that required your eyes to be crossed and your tongue to be lazily hanging out. You both looked so content with each other, but it was a feeling you couldn’t share with anyone else. Because you were his best little secret.

You hit the ignore button, but made note that this was the third time he had called you in the last thirty minutes. He had probably gotten home not too long ago and realized you weren’t there. A part of you wondered how that made him feel; guilty or forgotten?

Getting the courage to get out of the car, you swung open the car door before following the same action with the glass door of the coffee shop. It being six in the morning on a Thursday, it was only reasonable that there was a line of zombie like customers needing their fix.

Your phone buzzed once more in your pocket, but you just let it ring, knowing if it was important the person on the other line would leave a voicemail. By the time you reached the front of the line, you still weren’t sure just what you were jonesing for. Looking away from the menu above the cashier, you made awkward eye contact with the college aged kid before you. “If you were having a life crisis right now, what would you order?”

“Uh, a coffee.”

The kid didn’t need to be bombarded with your life problems. “Alright, can I have a coffee with two extra shots and maybe a pump or two of something with caramel in it.”

He nodded his head, blonde curls bouncing against his forehead as he repeated your order and giving you a total. Paying it, you made your way over to the small table with the single chair that was cozied up right by the store’s little fire place while you waited for your name to be called with your coffee.

Knowing that you were going to be spending most of you time here, you pulled out your phone, noticing how Dean had called you two more times while you were in line. Ignoring the missed calls, you pulled up your best friend’s number, shooting her a quick text explaining that you weren’t feeling too good and wouldn’t be in to work today.

She responded quickly wishing you to feel better because she wasn’t about to be coming in to work tomorrow all hungover. Despite how shitty you felt, her response made you laugh.

“Y/N!”

Glancing up, you saw a paper cup hit the counter before the barista behind the bar walked back to start another order, waiting for you to come and retrieve it. Shrugging off your jacket, you hung it on the back of your chair making sure it was your placeholder for the table, not that it was likely that people would be rushing to sit and sip some coffee when they all needed to be at work.

“Thank you,” you mumbled in the general direction of the girl tucked behind the giant espresso machine, not even sure if she heard you before heading back to your table.

Someone grabbed your forearm tightly, stalling you from taking another step forward. “Does your phone not work this morning?”

Your heart both fluttered and sunk at the sound of his voice. “Mornin’ to you too, Winchester.”

“That’s all you are going to say is, ‘mornin’’ to me?”

Shrugging enough that your arm was released from his grasp, you continued your trek back over to your abandoned jacket. “I mean, I could ask you how you found me.”

All too aware of the way his footsteps followed you back to your table, he pulled a spare chair away from the table next to you, swinging it around so that he was sitting across from you. “It’s called a GPS tracker.”

“You have a tracker on my phone?”

Dean shook his head, eyes still on you to the point you weren’t sure if he had blinked yet - let alone by how bloodshot they looked. “No, you have your location shared to all your contacts.”

“Oh.”

“Y/N,” he signed, running his hand through his hair and down the length of his exhausted looking face. “Where the hell have you been?”

You looked down at top of your cup, gently removing the lid to allow some of the heat to escape; the steam disappearing up into the air almost as soon as it had the freedom. “I’ve just been out driving.”

“Care to tell me why?”

You gave him a shrug, your throat closing up at the thought of even having to explain to him what you had seen when you tailed him, but knowing that if you didn’t it, would just build up and build up until you were certain you would explode. “I just.. I needed to clear my head.”

Dean leaned forward, a hand tentatively reaching across the table towards you. “You followed me this morning, didn’t you?”

Your silence seemed to be all the answer he needed because his hand retreated quickly, running through his hair once more. Dean looked over at you, his eyes roaming across your face as several thoughts ran through his head, probably trying to figure out just what you saw.

“Y/N, I can promise you right now, it’s not what you think.”

“Isn’t that what everyone always says when they get caught doing something they aren’t supposed to?”

He leaned forward, daring to cup your cheek so that you would look up at him and stop trying to busy yourself with the sleeve on your to-go cup. “There.. There is something you don’t know about me.”

“It would appear so.”

The bitterness in your tone was cold enough that Dean’s jaw set and he practically shivered despite his back being practically pressed against the fireplace. “No, really. There are some things about my past that you don’t know about.”

You glared at him, waiting for him to continue, but he seemed to be waiting for the okay that you even wanted to hear him speak. “Okay, then, do you care to share?”

“I,” he paused, bringing his hand back to clasp his other in front of him, everything from the tone of his voice to his overall demeanor was all business. “I was a hunter.”

Snickering, you noticed how his face didn’t change when yours did. “What? Like you shot game? What’s so brooding about that?”

“You know those tales about the things that go bump in the night?”

His tone was still unwavering, making you slightly concerned, even if you were still pretty pissed at him. “Like, the boogeyman?”

“Even worse.”

“There are worse things than the boogeyman?”

Dean looked around the little cafe before leaning in closer, giving you a full view of those green eyes of his. “How about the Devil?”

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[our-jensen-ackles-love]

Dancing In The Dark; 6.

Dean x Reader 

Summary: You made a mistake last night.. you went home with a married man. A man whom you had crushed on since your first day at work, a man who you knew had secrets, a man whose wife had invited you over to dinner time and time again. So how did the two of you end up in bed last night?

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), swearing

Author’s Note: all mistakes are mine - wrote this being a little tired, so just be aware that it’s super un-beta’d. 

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6.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, having some alcohol in your system gave you one of the best night's sleep you had in what felt like weeks. Now waking up and even thinking about facing the world, kind of, made you want to pick up the bottle and start the process all over again.

Kicking off the sheets you seemed to have gotten tangled in, you groaned feeling like your head weighed a million pounds. “Jesus fucking christ.”

“Well good morning to you too.”

You knew he’d be there, but still the sound of his deep voice seeping through the morning silence you had been so used to caught you by surprise. “Dammit Dean.”

By the time you had gotten completely untangled and found the strength to sit yourself up enough to look over at Dean, you were ready to drink a swimming pool. The man that made you feel like you needed to check into a mental hospital was perched in the corner of your room, sitting on the swivel chair that was usually always pushed into your little desk. “I found your aspirin - so there are two right next to you.”

Glancing at your night stand you found the two little white pills and two large bottles of water. You knew that most likely Dean had snuck out before you woke up to run to the corner store for that water, which kind of made you feel only a little bit guilty for how you handled last night.

Pinching your pills in between your fingers, you brought them to your lips avoiding staring at Dean for more than a split second. “So how much did I fuck up?”

“You didn’t fuck up at all,” he answered, cocking his head to the side. “If anything, I’m the one that needs to be apologizing to you.”

“For what? Bringing your wife with you for a night on the town.”

You may have been trying to keep your eyes off him, mainly because you didn’t know the details of how the night ended - again, but even you couldn’t miss the way he winched when you said the word ‘wife.’ “Just.. I need to say sorry for lot of things.”

Not liking the way he was shifting in his seat, you forced yourself to swing your legs over the side of the bed. “I’m getting really tired of this vague thing we have going on here Winchester.”

He sighed. “I know.”

“No, I really don’t think you do.”

He was watching you closely as you stood up slowly and began rooting through one of your dresser drawers for some clean clothes to put on after the shower you had decided you would be taking in matter of minutes. Nothing was worse than waking up feeling like you need to scrub yourself clean of your sins and leftover mascara.

“I told Lisa I want a divorce.”

The tenison you had been carrying in your shoulders melted away. “You did?”

Dean’s gaze was still on you, trying to read your body language when he clicked his tongue. “Yeah. After I got you all tucked into bed, you muttered something in your sleep that really hit me.”

“Do I want to know?” You asked hesitantly, squeezing your eyes shut as you turned to where he was sitting.

He let a smirk slip through his otherwise sober expression. “You told me that I felt like home.”

Was that what he felt like to you? Was that why you became a blubbering idiot whenever he was around? Because he felt like that one person you could be safe with, the one person that you always looked ahead to seeing. Coming home was always the one thing you looked forward to at the end of the day.

Dean shifted in his seat, still keeping his eyes still trained on you as you in turn stared at him questionably. “What does that have to do with you telling Lisa that you wanted a divorce?”

“Well,” he ran a hand over his face, looking more exhausted than he had in the last week. It made you question if he had actually gotten any sleep last night. “Honestly, I guess it really clicked to me that you can’t live in a broken home - the cracks will leak and the ceiling can cave in at any given time. Even if the foundation is uneven it can cause all kinds of irreversible damage.”

You got what he was saying, but still weren’t quite sure what it had to do with you and your drunken slip of honesty. “Okay?”

His face was looking at you, but his eyes seemed to be looking in the distance. “Something about the way you looked at me at the bar, it just made me ache. You may as well have just come over and sucker punched me in the gut. And watching you down those shots like water.. because of me.. well hurt even more.”

“So, again Winchester, what does this have to do with me?”

He shook his head and shifted his eyes to look at his hands. You followed his gaze and was stunned to see that a certain finger was lacking a piece of jewelry around it. “Because it you made me realize that I made a mistake. So, I told her at the bar that this wasn’t working anymore, which was shortly before I decided to take you home.”

You took a deep breath, not really quite sure what to say. “And that didn’t look suspicious to her?”

“She stormed off before I really got another word in edgewise. Of course, as I made my way over to you was when the bartender decided to cut you off and I decided to bring you home,” he stood up from the chair this time. “I haven’t spoken to her since.”

“Dean -” you started, but you really didn’t know what to say. It was exactly what you wanted to hear, so why did your chest still feel so heavy?

The man before you just kind of gave you a lazy shrug before taking the remaining steps to get to where you were embarrassingly clutching a pair of clean panties. You didn’t miss the way he eyed the delicate piece of cloth in your hands before gently tugging them out of your grasp and tossing them onto the unmade bed. Something about the way he was looking at you made your stomach squeeze.

“I know this is a lot to take in right now,” he spoke softly, fingers interlacing with your right hand while his free one came to brush some of your bedhead away from your eyes. “Hell, this is a lot to just happen in a week, but there is something that I want you to know.”

You tone matched his as the warmth from his hands washed over your body. “What’s that?”

“I want to be with you, more than anything in the world, but you have to understand that while I’m going through all of this, we.. we can’t really be public.”

Nodding, you lifted your chin up to look at him squarely. “I’m aware of that.”

“And you would be okay with that?”

Your bottom lip wedged itself between your teeth as you silently thought through what he was asking of you. Your heart was singing at the admission of him wanting to be with you, but at the cost of everything being behind closed doors - well, that excited you and concerned you. “You.. you’d only be with me?”

Dean smirked down at you, bringing his thumb down to pull your lip away from its imprisonment. “I’d be all yours, baby girl.”

“What about your living situation?”

“I know Sid would let me crash on his couch.”

Now it was your turn to smirk at him, “Or we could just let people think that’s where you were staying.”

“Hm,” he gently pushed you backwards until you felt the cool wood of your dresser seeping through your shirt. “That might be dangerous.”

“Didn’t you once tell me that ‘danger’ was your middle name?”  

His tongue snaked its way out, making the heat pool at your center as it trace the plumpness of his lower lip. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Just when you started to answer, he pushed himself into you - his lips collided into yours, followed by his hips. You knew it hadn’t been that long since you had been with him in that way, but the way his body was feeling against your had you wanting to get all kinds of sweaty with him.

Like he was able to read your mind, Dean found a way to loop his fingers under the elastic of the panties you still had on - because at some point in the night you had found a way to wiggle out of your jeans, and yanked them down towards your knees.

When you went to make the move to unbuckle him, he paused. “No, no baby, right now I want to show you just how much you mean to me.”

The quietness of his voice and the way his eyes were boring into you while he spoke those words lit your skin on fire. Giving him a silent nod, he picked you up and carefully laid you on the bed, his body hovering over yours as he began a trail of kisses from your jaw, to between your  breast and down your shirt clad stomach until he was hovering just over the spot he had just exposed.

Dean paused, using the moment to glance up at your in what you took as his way of asking for your approval to which you let out a soft moan at the anticipation of it all.

“You’re such a tease,” you whispered.

He didn’t say anything, just gave you that shit eating smirk of his before his tongue made its appearance once more before it found its way into your folds, teasing you briefly by lapping at your core. The sudden change had you already writhing beneath him until he pulled back allowing himself to nip at your clit gently, sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Fuuuuck.”

That seemed to get him going as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, switching up direction and keeping you on your toes. The curse words that were escaping you certainly weren’t what Dean was used to hearing from those pretty little lips of yours, but he couldn’t get enough. The way you squirmed under his tongue was making it harder to keep himself contained in his jeans. Needing to feel just how wet you were, you were surprised when he slid a single finger inside of you, both of you groaning at how good it felt.

His lips broke away for your pulsating core causing you to groan. “Baby girl, your making it really hard not to take you right now.”

Your grip on the pillow above your head loosened to trail down and pick him up by the chin, forcing him to look at your while you spoke, “Then take me Winchester. I’m all yours.”

“Damn right you are,” he agreed, sliding himself up so that he was on his knees and yanking off his belt and slipping his jeans down just enough to pull out his thick length. He gave it a two long strokes as he stared at your half naked body below him, your wetness pooling on the sheets. “You know how I know that?”

“How?”

He lowered himself down so that he was waiting at your entrance, another glance to make sure you were comfortable with what he was doing before it was followed by the tease of him using the tip of his cock to rub where you were most sensitive; making you ache for him even more.  

Without much warning, he pushed his full length into you, both of you crying out at the sudden pleasure. “Because there is no other place that I would rather be.”

Divorce, mistakes, secrets - all of that was out the window as you both got lost in each other. Lips kissed every inch of skin that they could touch, his teeth nip at the skin just above your collarbone, your bodies molded into each other so well that it was almost as if your were two puzzle pieces that just needed to be jammed into place; over and over and over again.

Until you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a week.

With one final thrust, Dean pulled himself out of you quickly while stroking himself at the speed in which he had been going before moving his hips to cover the top of your thigh with his warm release. When he had been able to get a solid breath in, he looked down at his handy work splayed out on the woman who was way too good for him.

“How about I join you for that shower?”

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[our-jensen-ackles-love]

Dancing In The Dark; 10.

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Summary: You made a mistake last night.. you went home with a married man. A man whom you had crushed on since your first day at work, a man who you knew had secrets, a man whose wife had invited you over to dinner time and time again. So how did the two of you end up in bed last night? 

Work Count: 1.8k 

Warnings: a bit of a creepy element towards the end. 

Author’s Note: go tell @jerkbitchidjitassbutt how much she rocks for beta’ing this chapter. 

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10.

You trailed behind Dean’s truck again, this time with him constantly checking the rearview mirror to make sure that you were, indeed, following behind him. Dean Winchester had lost a lot of things in his life, but he seemed to really want to keep you in it; even if things were still on edge.

The one plus side of taking separate cars back to your place was the fact that you could use the quiet of your car to sort through your thoughts. And you had lots of them. For starters, Dean said the devil was a dick, did he mean that the devil was exactly how every single biblical piece of work out there described him or was he like that douchebag guy that continues to hit on you at the bar despite you telling him over and over again that you had a boyfriend?

“The fuck did he mean that there were monsters out there?” You mused aloud, staying focused on the license plate in front of you. “And the cage with his brother?”

Maybe he had just drank too much when he was younger or hit his head just a little too hard. Or maybe this was how he was coping with losing his brother. You’d heard of some people making up stories when they’ve lost a loved one just to make it easier on them. Maybe that’s what Dean was trying to do.

Then again, there was the way that he looked at you. It was a look that you had seen before, not with him, but with your own father - when he told you that he was dying. You didn’t believe him then and thought he was just being overdramatic about a chest cold when he landed in the hospital. Tests confirming what he had been trying to tell you for weeks.

You weren’t one to pray, but when things got really hard and you had no one to talk to; you would have conversations with your dad. At a red light, you stole a glance at the roof of your run down little vehicle, “Dad, do you think I got myself into something a little too sticky?”

Not sure what you were waiting for, the light turned green and both you and Dean made your way toward the main intersection right before your apartment complex. You hated this intersection with a fiery passion, solely because no one knew how to properly stop. You had almost died several times because of idiots who thought they couldn’t be bothered to pause long enough to let another driver go along with their merry business.

Dean pulled through first, pausing once again to just narrowly avoid being hit by some speedster. You waited a couple of seconds, making sure that no one was coming your way, you pulled into the parking lot. Finding your reserved spot, you hopped out of the car breathing in the kind of air that held the promise of snow.

In two beats Dean was behind you, spinning you around to face him. “Hey baby. How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean Winchester?”

He gave you a side smirk, brushing some of your messy bed head out of your face; a gesture you were growing extremely fond of. “I couldn’t help but notice the way you were talking to yourself back there.”

Heat rose to your cheeks making them feel even more flush against the wind. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Or it’s adorable.”

You shuffled away from him, your slippers getting damp when you didn’t realize you had parked right on top of a giant puddle. “I’m sticking with it’s hella embarrassing.”

Beginning the three floor trek to your apartment, Dean fell into step behind you with ease. “So, are you going to tell me what you were talking to yourself about?”

“Uhm, I was just talking, you know, trying to make sense of things,” you muttered, wishing you didn’t live so high up. You took the same couple of staircases up to your residence every single day, but today it felt like you were climbing Mount Everest. “And I was just talking to my dad.”

“Your dad?” He asked. You could hear the way his voice rose at the question, almost like he was surprised by the confession. “Like, you were praying?”

The door came into view and you let out a heavy breath -  reminding you just how much you had been meaning to cash in on all your ‘I’ll start going to the gym next week’ promises. “No, no, not praying per say.. Just.. you know making conversation.”

He stayed silent. Probably thinking you might be just a tad bit more crazy than he was, but he still followed you into the small space when you unlocked the door. Everything looked exactly the same as when you had left, even the bed was still a mess from you sudden departure as well as the leftover mug of tea that been left on the table half drunk.

Everything may look the same, but your world has been turned upside down.

“I do that too, you know.”

“Hm?”

“Talk to loved ones that, you know, have left us,” you turned to face him. Dean was leaning against the wall between your living room and bedroom, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I tend to talk to both my parents. Usually more my dad.”

Not too sure why, but you were surprised that he was telling you this, but then again, he really didn’t have anything to lose. If you were going to run away from him, you had several chances while in the car. “Why just your dad?”

“He, uh, he had a little bit more experience in the work that I do.”

You nodded your head, slipping off your jacket and absently tossing it on the couch. Every inch of your body felt like it was drained, probably because you were running on just two solid hours of sleep. “Right, the whole Sherlock Holmes gig.”

He chuckled, following your lead of stripping off layers until he was in just in a t-shirt in jeans. “I, mean, sort of. I always preferred the term a Hunter.”

“Cause you hunt things?”

“Damn straight.”

You both just stood there, smiling at each other like a pair of idiots. Dean filled out his t-shirt nicely, arms crossed showing you just how sturdy they were, and those jeans were snug in all the right places; meanwhile, you were looking like something that was tossed out of a moving vehicle and run over several times for good measure.

Dean was still looking at you when he took a couple steps forward. “Are we good?”

“Good in what sense?”

He sighed, pausing his journey and shoving his hands in his jeans. It almost was like he was trying to restrain himself from touching you, which right now you wanted nothing more in the world. You wanted everything to go back to how it was - except, maybe, not having to keep your relationship so under wraps. “Like, do you believe me?”

Your lip found its way between your teeth. “Yes and no,” you mumbled, earning you an exasperated look. “I believe you that you weren’t going out to have some midnight rendezvous with Lisa. I do, but this whole hunting things, saving people thing.. It’s a little much, don’t you think?”

“Baby,” he started, closing his eyes briefly, giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts. “As much as I really, really wish that I could say that I’m making all of this up - it’s very real. And it’s a real son of a bitch.”

You opened your mouth to explain that you might actually need proof on this one or to get on the level of hard liquor that he grew up drinking, when you were cut off by a rapid couple of knocks at the front door.

Dean and you both looked at each other. He asked you the silent question if you weren’t expecting anyone, to which you were only able to offer him a shrug. He raised his hand to you, signalling that you should stay where you were and he practically tip toed his way over to the door.

You watched quietly, and slightly amused, as he looked through your small peephole. A look of confusion was thrown your way before he swung open the door to reveal a very timid looking Sid. “Uh, hey Sid.”

“Oh, hey Dean,” he replied breathlessly, looking at him briefly before his eyes zeroed in on you. “I didn’t know you would be here.”

There was a panicked look shared between Dean and yourself as you closed the gap between you and the door. Clearly your throat you spoke, “Winchester was just here to make sure I was feeling okay. Maryellen told him that I wasn’t coming in today, so he just wanted to make sure I wasn’t stuck heaving over the toilet bowl all day.”

“Oh,” Sid eyed you up and down in the most defiling way you had ever seen; it was not like Dean’s best friend to ever look at you like that. “Well, you certainly look fine to me.”

You suddenly felt exposed, like Sid had just undressed you with his eyes. Hugging yourself, you scooted closer to where Dean was standing. The way he put his arm around your waist assured you that the way his friend looked at you was not missed.

Dean pulled you close to him, causing Sid to tilt his head and eye the hand that was gripping your waist so securely. “What are you doing here Sid?”

He didn’t even ask, just kind of waltzed into your apartment like he had been here before. Which he hadn’t, in fact, very few people knew where you lived and you kind of liked it that way. His hazel eyes scanned the room, taking in the mess of clothes on your couch and the way the little lamp on the side table, that you had turned on when you walked in, was flickering ever so slightly.

“I just wanted to check up on things.”

Dean was still gripping you and the door tightly. If you didn’t know any better, you would say it was scared to close all three of you in the confines of this small space. “Check up on what kind of things buddy?”

“Just the usual,” he grinned. “I always like to know what the oldest Winchester is up to now that his little brother is gone.”

He blinked and suddenly Dean was throwing you behind him, pushing you out of the apartment all together. “Get to my truck.” You started to protest, not even knowing where to begin or why you would do such a thing, but he was squeezing his keys into your hands. “NOW.”

Doing as he said, you ran down the steps, completely bypassing Mrs. Saunders and her groceries that you almost always offered to help carry up for her. You sprinted until you were out of breath and your socks were drenched to the point that your toes felt numb, but you didn’t stop until you were securely locked inside the driver's side of Dean’s truck.

Sid’s eyes had gone completely black.

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Dancing In The Dark; 9.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You made a mistake last night.. you went home with a married man. A man whom you had crushed on since your first day at work, a man who you knew had secrets, a man whose wife had invited you over to dinner time and time again. So how did the two of you end up in bed last night? 

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: Okay, I struggled a bit with this chapter due to sleep issues, so if it’s utter shit, please forgive me. Also, huge shout-out to @boomkittywerewolf for being a wonderful human being. 

Warnings: swearing.

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9.

You stared at him from across the table, trying to judge if he was being serious or not. You had known Dean to be a prankster in the workplace, but usually only with his select group of guys, like Sid. Something about the evenness of his tone and the almost expectant look he was giving you was making your stomach churn.

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, leaning away from the table a bit. “The Devil?”

“You know, Lucifer, the archangel who fell from heaven for betraying God.” His eyes pierced through you, “He’s very real. And believe me when I say, he’s a dick.”

The laughter that bubbled over was one of amusement and nervousness. There was no way on earth that Winchester was being serious; right? “And what? Next you’re going to tell me that God is going to smite me for having premarital sex or that vampires will come after me over a paper cut?”

He stayed silent, the only noise coming in from this tunnel vision that was closing in on you was the steady rise and fall of his chest. His mouth moved, but you were struggling to make out the words.

You shook your head at him. “Huh?”

He leaned forward to where you had leaned back, hands snaking out to grasp yours. “I said not as long as I’m around.”

“Dean - you’re scaring me.”

There was a bit of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes stayed stuck on you; the green was crisp against his freckled face. He was all business, a side of Dean you were not used to seeing. You wanted to go back to where you were just mad at him for sneaking out to go see his ex-wife, but instead a whole different can of worms was wiggling around at your feet.

The smirked faded as he saw the shell shocked look on your face. “Baby girl, are you okay?”

The coffee sitting in front of you seemed like an afterthought as your thoughts swirled in circles. You knew you weren’t moving, but that didn’t seem to stop the dizzy spell from coming on. “No, I don’t think I am.”

The seriousness in his eyes softened. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can tell me you are just joking.”

“No, baby, I can’t do that. Cause that would be lying and one thing I need you to know for damn sure is that Dean Winchester ain’t no liar.”

“Dean,” you pushed the coffee to the center of the table now, using it almost as like a barrier from him. “You have to be just yanking my chain. Is this some way of you distracting from the fact that I saw you go back over to Lisa’s last night?”

He looked deflated as his heavy stare sunk down to your now abandoned paper cup. “You.. you would rather hear that I was cheating on you instead of the truth?”

“That is the truth isn’t it? She called you over to her house like a damsel in distress hoping to win you back.”

In the past, when Dean was joking around with you, he would pretend to be serious for a good couple of minutes, but the telltale sign was the way his eyes shined when they looked at you. Like the little bit of laughter he was trying to keep in was reflecting in them. Right now, there was no shine; just the gravity of what he was saying settling in.

He shifted in his seat, clearly getting more uncomfortable as the seconds passed. But when he looked back up at you again, for the first time ever in the two years that you had known the man, he looked beaten down. “Is that what you want me to tell you? That I cheated on you? Is that what you would believe?”

The way his voice cracked when he spoke made you want to cradle him in your arms, but the confusion and anger was still too strong as his snake it’s way back around your vocal chords. “I don’t know what to believe right now.”

“Y/N,” he exhaled, sinking down in his chair, a hand running over his jaw. “I am not lying. This is a no bullshit kind of conversation and to be quite frank the kind of conversation I never really wanted to have with, well, anyone ever again.”

Deciding it was in your best interest to just keep your mouth clamped shut, you just gave him nod. Your mind was still telling you that this was some sort of insane joke, and you really wanted to hear the punchline.

“When I met Lisa a couple years ago, after dipping out on her eight years prior, it was to solve a case.”

You couldn’t help a giggle at the picture your mind just created. “What like Sherlock Holmes?”

Even with his somber expression, he managed to give you a small smirk, just appreciating the fact that you even made a small joke at his expense. “Something along those lines,” he adjusted himself once more, stealing a glance around the shop. “I’m sure you remember all those random deaths that were happening around town some time ago?”

You knew exactly what he was talking about, it had been on the news for quite a bit - usually the widowers were crying about how some freak accident took their husbands away while a straight faced child just kind of stood next to them, unsure of what to do.

You nodded your head slowly, not getting where Dean was going with this. This was no longer an on-going joke, but more like a scary campfire story. “Yeah, yeah, I remember that.”

“Well, they weren’t random. Changelings were kidnapping children and posing as them to feed off their mothers while the Mother changeling was feeding off the children. Sam and I came in and offed the thing, but in the process exposed the dark world we live in with Lisa and Ben.”

The tunnel vision was happening again. “Wait, wait, wait,” you were shaking your head at him as he just watched you scoot away from the table even more. “What the fuck is a changeling?”

“No one really knows,” he just shrugged, like this was a completely normal conversation to be having this early in the morning. “There are several different lores trying to explain them, but no one can really know for sure.”

“Dean - this, this is just madness.”

“If you want to hear real madness, I can tell you that my brother and I helped stop the end of the world apocalypse, I’ve been to hell and back and one of my best friend’s was an angel.”

“Was?”

“You could say we don’t really talk any more.”

“And your brother?”

He looked down, his tongue slipping pass his lips. “Well, Sammy, I don’t really know where he is, but maybe in the cage that keeping the world at bay. Last time, I saw him he was jumping into a hole with Lucifer.”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” you whispered, hands on either side of your face, gently massaging the temples. “I just really can’t.”

“As I said earlier, Y/N, it wasn’t what you were thinking,” Dean cleared his throat, still looking beaten down, but a little less small before you. “As much as I hate to admit it, there are still some.. things out there that want my head. Lisa called me because Ben woke up screaming about something in his closet - she didn’t want to chance it and knew I was her best bet.”

A pang of jealousy pushed through your chest. “She’s a big girl. She could have figured it out.”

He gave you a light laugh, one that was filled with uncertainty. “Yeah, well, she knows the basics.”

You took a chance your next question, not really all that sure you wanted to know the answer. “And what are the basics exactly?”

Dean’s eyebrow quirked. “I thought you weren’t going to believe anything that I said - unless it was admitting to getting back together with Lisa.”

“Humor me.”

A quiet cough, laugh combo came from him as he situated himself at the table. This time bringing both arms up on the table and leaning forward on his elbows. “Well, it really depends on what you need to be fighting off.” He scanned you, taking in the way your arms were crossed across your chest. “But the basics are salt, silver, holy water and usual the anti-possession tattoo.”

You thought back to the tattoo on his chest; assuming that’s what he meant by an anti-possession tattoo. You had never really asked him what it meant to him, seeing as he was the kind of person who kept some things to himself, but half the time when you were admiring it - you were usually distracted by other things.

“Yes, the same tattoo that I have on my chest.”

Your mouth swung open, you shut it quickly surprised at how he put together what was running through your mind. Then again, most of what Winchester did surprised you. “So, what? Monsters and crap are out to get you?”

“Every damn day of my life.”

Even though you were still royally pissed at the man, you knew that he wouldn't be telling you this for nothing. Although it was starting to sound like something out of an R.L. Stine’s book. “I still.. I still don’t know what to think Dean.”

He braved a hand towards you again, but this time you willingly took it. “Just promise me that you believe me, that you believe that I wouldn’t leave you for another woman.”

“You can’t tell me that’s what you didn’t do to Lisa,” the words came out so quickly you didn’t have time to stop them. “We slept together and then a week later you are telling her that you want a divorce.”

The grip on your hand went slack, but he didn’t remove it. “Y/N, I left Lisa because she cheated on me. I went home with you because I want you. Hell, I might even go as far to say -”

He stopped, his mouth slamming shut. Something in the way that he looked away from you, suddenly embarrassed, sent your heart racing - the beat echoing around your ears like a pair of really badly played bongos. “Nevermind.”

“What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Dean, you’ve already told me a hell of a lot of stuff in the span of about twenty minutes or so,” you gulped down the knot in your throat. “What’s one more thing going to do?”

“Scare you off for good,” he joked, squeezing his hands out from under yours. Scooting his chair back, he stood up slowly, picking up your undrunk coffee and taking a sip. The look of disgust at how sweet it was on his face almost made you giggle. “Let’s just save that conversation for another day as long as you promise to come home with me right now.”

“Can we talk more at home?”

He nodded his head, seeming more relaxed since the start of your conversation. You still had a million and one questions, but one thing was for sure - Dean didn’t want to lose you. And you sure as hell weren’t ready to lose him.

Even if he was a little crazy.

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So sleepys.

Need cuddles.

New chapter of DINTD will be posted in the morning. 💕

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so, like, I have a problem.. and you’ll get your fix tomorrow. 

new chapter coming up in the evening. it’s gonna be a tough one. you’ve been warned. 

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Dancing In The Dark; 11.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You made a mistake last night.. you went home with a married man. A man whom you had crushed on since your first day at work, a man who you knew had secrets, a man whose wife had invited you over to dinner time and time again. So how did the two of you end up in bed last night? 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, still a little creepy, flangst

Author’s Note: BIG THANKS to @itssmallerontheoutside-13 for beta’ing this for me when my brain was too done to understand what I was typing. 

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11.

Every minute that ticked by with you alone in that truck was torture.

You wanted to know that Dean was okay, that your apartment was in one piece; hell, you just wanted to make sure that what you had just seen was simply because you were running on very, very minimal sleep.

By the time you had counted to four-hundred and sixty-eight, Dean emerged from the overhang that led visitors to the stairs and all the other apartments. He was out of breath, but his leather jacket was still intact as were all his limbs from where you were sitting. The two of you locked eyes through the windshield, causing you to start to open the driver’s side door.

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