#Dean and Sam

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Burn Out

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you try to juggle hunting with school, but one day you just can’t do it anymore.

“Hey kid, we need you in the war room.”

The knock on your door followed by Sam’s voice had your head shooting up from its position on your notebook.

“What?” You mumbled under your breath, before you got your bearings. “Oh no…”

You looked down at the notebook in front of you—under the drool, there was a half-finished history report. It was due tomorrow, and you hadn’t been able to get started on it until an hour ago, because you and your brothers had been on a hunt. How could you have fallen asleep on it? You had to get this done!

“Y/N?” Sam knocked again. “Can you hear me?”

“I—yeah!” You closed your notebook—hunting was more important; people’s lives were more important. You could finish the report later. “I’m coming.”

…

“I think we should call it a night,” Dean said. You stole a glance at your watch as you put down the lore book that you weren’t even halfway through—it was almost 2 a.m.

“Good idea,” Sam agreed, slamming his own book shut and heading for his room.

“Go and get some sleep,” Dean told you, reaching over your shoulder and closing your book for you. “We can finish this tomorrow.”

You weren’t sure how that was possible, since tomorrow was a school day, but you didn’t argue with Dean. You stumbled back to your bedroom, heading not for your bed, but for your report.

…

You never did make it to your bed. You were pretty sure that you dozed a few times—or at least blinked really long—but you still ended up finishing your report in time.

As soon as it was done, you got yourself ready for school, taking a quick shower and hoping it was enough to make you look refreshed.

Your next stop was the kitchen; you were hoping you had enough time for some breakfast before Dean took you to school. Only, Dean wasn’t in the kitchen like he normally was. Curious, you checked the library, the war room, the shooting gallery, and finally the garage—not only were Sam and Dean not there, but neither was the Impala.

There were only a few options; a last-second hunt (except they would’ve told you they were going), the local library for more books (which hadn’t been necessary lately with all of the books in the bunker library), the grocery store (except the kitchen was fairly well stocked), or a diner for an excuse to get out of the bunker. You figured the last option was most likely—none of the others made sense, and the guys had to be stir-crazy after all the research. They must have wanted to let you sleep in, which meant they must also have forgotten you had school.

“It’s ok,” you mumbled to yourself. “I can still make it.” You’d have to skip breakfast, but if you ran you might still make it to class on time even without the Impala.

It was going to be a long day.

…

You didn’t make it in time, but you were fast enough to just get a tardy instead of an absence.

“Glad you could join us,” the teacher greeted as he gestured towards a seat—in the front.

You didn’t respond as you collapsed into the seat, reaching into your backpack to pull out your report when your phone buzzed.

Dean: Where r u?

So he had forgotten about school. He was probably too sleep-deprived to remember what day it was; you could relate to that. You were just typing out a response when you noticed a shadow over your desk.

“I’ll take your report,” your teacher stated, holding his hand out. “And your phone.”

“But I was just—“

“Your phone, please.”

You handed your phone and your report over without another word, hoping Dean would remember where you were on his own—the last thing you wanted was to freak him out.

“Now, if we’re done with distractions, we need to get started.”

…

You tried to get your phone back at the end of class, but your teacher assured you that—

“You’ll get it at the end of the day. Just stop by the office before you go home.”

—which was bad enough, but when he followed it up with—

“Oh, and I think you should take this back.” He held out your report.

“Wha—why?” You asked, your heart sinking.

“It was supposed to be three pages, not two. If you get it back to me tomorrow with three pages, I won’t have to dock as many points. I think it’s your best option.”

“Um—ok.” You took the report, hoping that you’d actually get the chance to get that third page by tomorrow.

“Just a page more,” your teacher said. “Maybe expound a little more on the individual paragraphs and you’ll be good. And try not to stay up too late doing it,” he added. “I’m guessing things have been pretty busy with you lately—you never used to forget stuff like this. Are you—“

“I’m fine,” you assured him. “I just…I have to get to class.”

You turned on your heel, and your teacher didn’t try to stop you. You knew he was just concerned about you, but in your life you couldn’t afford to have people be curious about you. It never turned out well.

And you just couldn’t take anything else going wrong.

…

You’d forgotten to bring your lunch or any money to buy some from the cafeteria, so you hid out in the bathroom for most of your lunch hour. You got told off by three separate teachers for dozing in class, and there was a pop quiz in the last period over reading that you hadn’t had time to do.

When the final bell rang, you couldn’t get out of your seat fast enough. You made a beeline for the office, hoping that your phone hadn’t been blown up with messages—hoping that Dean wasn’t freaking out.

You didn’t get a chance to find out; you’d forgotten to charge your phone last night, so by the time you picked it up from the secretary, it was dead.

“It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine,” you muttered to yourself over and over on the walk home. You would get home, your brothers would be fine, you’d take a little nap…

You opened the door to the bunker, but you didn’t make it halfway down the stairs before.

“Sam! She’s here!”

Dean caught you at the bottom of the stairs, his hands going to your shoulders, which he gripped tightly.

“What is wrong with you?! Where were you? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Dean, I—“

Dean wasn’t listening.

“You can’t just disappear like that! Sam and I have been going insane! Of all the stupid, irresponsible things to do—“ Dean cut himself off, waving an angry hand in front of his face as if waving off the rant. He didn’t even notice the way your face was scrunching up, or the tears that were beginning to track down your cheeks. “You know what, forget about that. Forget about how you scared the crap out of us, and people are dying out there because we had to stop researching the hunt to look for you. Forget about how you made us think you coulda been dead. Where. Were. You?!” Dean’s grip was back on your shoulders, and he was shaking you. His face was tight with rage, his form towering over your own.

“I-I—“ your voice squeaked and broke, but Dean was still stiff with rage and waiting for your answer, so you tried again. Your voice was as tiny as you felt right now as you finally managed to choke out. “I was at school.” You didn’t notice the way Dean’s face changed—the anger melting from it as realization hit him like a train—because your eyes were too full of tears. “They—I—“ you wanted to tell him they took your phone, you wanted to tell him that you tried to find him before you left, you wanted to tell him you were doing your best…but you couldn’t. You couldn’t find it in you to give any excuses that could make him yell at you like that again. “I’m sorry, I…I’ll go help Sam with research.”

You ran past Dean, heading for the library.

“Dang it,” Dean mumbled under his breath, smacking the wall with his fist as he huffed. “So stupid, I’m so stupid!” He took a long moment to breathe, not wanting to look angry when he saw you again.

He had enough of a mess to fix already.

…

No one was in the library when you got there, so you went right to pulling books off the shelves.

After the first few books, you spotted one on a higher shelf. You were just reaching for it when you heard—

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Sam heading right for you. You were already stumbling out an apology before he even reached you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I thought you—“ you were blubbering, having not stopped crying since your encounter with Dean. Sam noticed immediately and his approach slowed as his hands rose innocently.

“Whoa, hey, it’s ok, you’re ok.” Sam continued to step forwards, but that just made you feel cornered against the bookshelf, and you started to panic as you couldn’t make yourself stop crying.

“I’m sorry Sammy, I was at school, I’m gonna help you now, I’m sorry I’m sorry—“

You didn’t notice the books slipping from your hands until they clattered to the floor. Your hands were starting to shake, and your knees were shaking so hard that you had to slowly lower yourself in a crouching position on the floor before you fell. You tucked your head into your knees, finally letting out all the stress of the past weeks as you sobbed.

“Hey hey hey…” Sam knelt down next to you and grabbed onto your shoulders. “It’s ok, just take some deep breaths. You’re ok.”

You could hardly breathe between sobs, but you tried your best to listen to your big brother’s instructions.

“Kid?” Your head lifted just a little when you heard Dean’s voice. He joined Sam next to you. “Slow down, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whimpered, taking deep breaths between words. “They took my phone and I didn’t know what—“

“It’s ok, don’t explain,” Dean insisted. “Just keep taking deep breaths for me, ok?”

“Ok.” You sniffled, grabbing on to Dean’s offered hand and breathing slowly until your sobs subsided.

“Good, good.” Dean sat back on his heels, running a hand over his face. “I should’ve slowed it down, I should’ve known we were burning you out.”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled. “I thought maybe you would figure it out—I can help you now—“

“No, no” Sam interrupted. “This isn’t your fault, don’t apologize. And the research can wait—I think you should get some sleep.”

“And food,” Dean added. “Did you eat today?”

You rubbed your sleeve over your face, trying to stop your tears.

“You don’t have to baby me,” you said finally. “I-I can still help you guys.”

“Not today,” Sam countered. “And maybe not for a little while. We’ve been burning you out too much.”

“Look,” Dean added before you could argue. “Sometimes we can forget that you’re still just a kid, and you still have kid stuff to worry about—like school. That’s on us, not you. This isn’t your fault; we need to do better. And that starts with making sure you take care of yourself. So go get some food, and get some sleep. Everything else can wait, ok?”

You hesitated. “Ok.” You let your brothers help you to your feet, and then you couldn’t help yourself—you pulled Dean in for a hug, burying your head in his jacket. You felt his body shake a little as he chuckled.

“You’re ok kid,” he said, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“It’s ok,” you said, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Ok.” Dean was smiling as you pulled away. “Now get going.”

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[sluttyimpala]

17 year old sam REALLY wanting to fuck dean because of teenage angst and ego. 21 y/o dean being like okay sure. sam becoming nervous, clumsly fingering dean until his big brother literally grabs his hand to do do it for him. sam finishing prematurely (aka like 15 seconds into fucking dean). dean flipping them over and riding him despite it. sam begging for mercy and finishing another 2 times until dean cums

[dianawinchester03]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ epilogue | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

the finale is here!! bittersweet moment for me, i hope it’s the same for everyone. ENJOY!! <3

word count: 4092 words

warnings: light smut

•Spring 2011

Dean was pacing back and forth in his office, a scowl on his face as he talked on the phone with one of the wedding vendors. "No, no, no, you don't understand," he said in a frustrated voice. "I need the flowers to be a specific shade of lavender, not mauve."

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, the stress of the wedding planning clearly taking its toll on him. His desk had two unfinished and unopened projects on it, but he said to hell with it. He’ll be damned if his wedding day isn’t perfect. Not only for him, but his beautiful bride.

After the call, Dean sat down at his desk and let out a long exhale. The stress was starting to get to him, and he knew he had a lot more to do. He picked up his to-do list, scanning it over.

“Call the caterer to confirm the menu... Check in with the photographer... Send a list of guests to the venue... Confirm tuxedo fitting...” The list went on and on, each item seemingly more important than the last.

He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. It wasn’t like him to get so stressed out, but this was his wedding day. He wanted it to be perfect, for Y/N. He knew it was a lot of work, but he was determined to make it work.

Swallowing the lump of anxiety, he began to tackle his to-do list one item at a time.

Over the next several days, Dean became what could only be described as a "bridezilla." He was obsessing over every detail of the wedding, to the point where he was driving everyone around him crazy. He called the florist four times in one day to make sure the flowers were perfect.

He micromanaged the DJ to the point where the poor guy was afraid to do anything without getting Dean’s approval first. He even yelled at the tailor for having his tie crooked at the fitting session.

It was a few weeks before the wedding. Y/N was in Dean's office, watching him as he paced back and forth, on the phone with the wedding videographer.

“No, I want the video edited to look like a Hollywood movie, not a home video," Dean was saying into the phone, his voice strained. “I want it to be cinematic and perfect. Do you understand me?”

Y/N had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing, shaking her head in amusement at her future husband’s need for perfection.

As Dean continued his phone tirade, Y/N chuckled softly to herself. She loved how dedicated Dean was to making their wedding day perfect, but she couldn’t deny that he was going a bit overboard.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dean hung up the phone and let out a frustrated sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his normally tidy locks. Dean finally turned to Y/N, seeing the smirk on her face.

“Go ahead, say it,” he said, half-exasperated and half-amused. “I’m a crazy person, right?” His fiancée didn’t hold back her laughter, clutching her stomach as she crumpled over in hysterics on the chair. “You-you-you said the-the v-velvet petals weren’t velvety enough!”

Dean tried to look offended, but failed miserably. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched Y/N laugh.

He crossed his arms across his chest, pretending to be annoyed. “Hey, hey, hey, that’s important! Imagine if someone came to our wedding and saw the petals weren’t velvety!” Y/N burst into another fit of laughter, feebly pushing herself up from the couch as she made her way over to Dean….still laughing. “Baby…” She giggled, taking his face between her hands.

Despite his best efforts to remain serious, the sound of Y/N's laughter was infectious. Unable to help himself, a smile broke out across his face.

He playfully rolled his eyes, but made no attempt to pull away from her touch. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But don’t come crying to me when those flower petals are too scratchy when you walk down the aisle."

Y/N shook her head at him, “Honey, I love you. But lavender petals and soft chairs aren't gonna be what makes it perfect. It’s you” She said gently, wrapping her arms around his neck.

As Y/N’s words registered, the last bit of tension in Dean's body dissolved. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Her words were a grounding force in the midst of his planning insanity. He let out a soft sigh, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"You’re right, you know,” he murmured against her skin. "I always am” She mused, stroking his hair. "I just… I want it to be perfect," he confessed. "I want our wedding day to be the best day ever. You deserve it." A hint of insecurity in his voice.

Y/N pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. Her expression softened. “I know, honey. But don't forget, it's about us. Not the flowers, or the chairs, or the music. It's about us saying ‘I do’ to each other. That's what makes it perfect.”

He took a deep breath, letting Y/N's words sink in. She was right, of course. This was their day, not just a party. "You’re right," he said, his voice softer. "I’ve been stressing over all the small details that don—" He paused, a realization dawning on him. “Oh my god. I’m a bridezilla” Dean’s face fell.

Y/N burst into laughter again, tears springing to her eyes. The horror on her fiancé’s face was the icing on the cake. "I mean, now that you mention it…” She teased, not bothering to hide her amusement. "You kind of are. But it's okay. Your cute bridezilla tendencies are just a part of your charm"

Despite the humor, Dean still looked mortified at Y/N’s words. “God, I’m losing my mind over here,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands.

Y/N reached out, gently pulling his hands away so she could look at him again. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep a straight face. "Hey, come on now. You’re not losing your mind. You're just showing how much you care.”

“Let me show you how much I care,” She added in a suggestive tone, gently pushing him onto the couch. He fell back onto the couch with a soft 'oompf’, his eyes widening at the unexpected push. Before he could protest, Y/N was straddling him, a sly smile on her face.

His hands instinctively went to her waist, his fingers gripping her hips. "Oh really?" He said, an eyebrow raised. "And how, exactly, are you planning on showing me?"

“It’ll start like this…” She responded in a low tone, leaning downwards to place a small kiss on his jaw.

A shiver went through him at the feel of her lips on his skin. His grip on her hips tightened a fraction. “Mm.” He hummed, leaning his head back further to give her more access. “And what after that?”

He was enjoying her boldness and how she took control, his eyes darkening with desire. She bit her lip at his question. Her lips moved further down, nipping and sucking gently at the skin of his neck. One of her hands came up to rake through his hair.

"You'll see," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "But let's just say, by the time I'm done with you, you'll definitely forget about the goddamn flower petals"

He let out a low moan at her words, his body responding to her touch. One of his hands traveled up her back before Y/N made her way downwards again, settling on her knees in front of him.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes as she began undoing his belt. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked, her voice sultry and low.

He shook his head, his eyes locked on hers. He couldn’t speak even if he tried; his throat was suddenly very dry. He watched her every move, anticipation coiling tight in his gut. “Woman, you are my god given solace” He groaned, throwing his head back.

Monaco, Monte Carlo

•June 12th, 2011

The wedding was held in a beautiful outdoor venue, surrounded by lush green trees and a crystal blue lake. The sun was shining bright, the sky a clear blue without a single cloud in sight. The venue had been decorated with beautiful flowers and elegant white ribbons. A wooden arch stood at the front, covered in more flowers, where the wedding would take place.

Guests were seated in white wooden chairs, all facing the arch. Soft music played in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere. Dean stood nervously at the altar, practically jumping on the balls of his feet while he waited for Sam and Billy to get back.

-

Y/N was currently shaking in her boots as Jo fixed her hair. "Just breathe, chick," Jo soothed, continuing to brush Y/N's hair. "You look gorgeous and Dean is probably freaking out in anticipation right now because you look so beautiful."

"I know, I know," Y/N replied, trying to calm her nerves. "But what if he changes his mind? What if he doesn't show up? What if-"

"Y/N. Stop it," Jo interrupted firmly, putting the brush down. "You and Dean are so in love it's sickening. That man is not leaving you at the altar. I can promise you that."

“Listen to her, baby” Y/N’s mom, Belinda appeared at the doorway, a tearful smile on her face as she admired the striking beauty her daughter possessed on her wedding day.

Y/N turned to see her mother standing in the doorway, and her heart jumped. Belinda was a beautiful woman, having passed on her good looks to her daughter. The older woman's eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and she smiled at Y/N with an expression full of love and pride.

"Momma," Y/N breathed, her own eyes welling up at the sight of her mother. She squealed excitedly before rushing into her mothers arms. “You made it” Y/N sniffled, trying not to cry.

Belinda embraced her daughter tightly, her own tears now streaming down her face. "Of course I made it," she replied, her voice choked with emotion. "I wouldn't miss my little girl's wedding day”

Y/N gasped, quickly pulling away. “Oh my gosh, did Billy know you were coming?” She said suspiciously, having an inkling that Billy knew her mom was coming which is why he was probably so antsy all week of the wedding.

Belinda tried to look nonchalant, but the guilty expression on her face gave her away. "I might have called him a few days ago," she admitted, trying to sound casual. "And you asked him to keep it a surprise, didn't you?" Y/N asked, putting the pieces together.

"I did," Belinda confirmed, unable to help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I wanted it to be a surprise for you, honey." Y/N chuckled tearfully, shaking her head.

"I can't believe you two," Y/N said, feigning annoyance, but she couldn't stay mad. She pulled her mother into another tight hug, squeezing her tight. "I love you so much, momma," she whispered.

"I love you too, baby," Belinda replied in a soft voice, rubbing her daughter’s back. She pulled back slightly, but kept her hands on Y/N's shoulders, admiring her. "Look at you, all grown up and marrying the man of your dreams."

Y/N blushed under her mother's gaze, feeling a mixture of happiness and nerves. "I don't feel grown up," she confessed. "I'm still that little girl who was afraid of the dark and needed you to tuck me in at night."

“But now you’re this strong woman, who is going to have a family of her own. You did well, y/n/n. And I might not say it much, but I am so proud of you” Belinda took her daughter's face in between her hands, the emotion seeping through her voice.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes again, and she reached up to wrap her hands around her mother's wrists. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, momma."

Just then, the door burst open and Billy and Sam came bounding in, both of them grinning like idiots. "There's the bride!" Billy exclaimed, immediately enveloping Y/N in a bear hug. "Oof!" Y/N gasped as Billy wrapped her up in a tight embrace. She patted his back affectionately, trying to catch her breath.

"Be careful, you big oaf," she scolded, not quite hiding the affection in her tone. "Sorry, sorry," Billy replied sheepishly, but he was still grinning from ear to ear as he released her.

Sam chuckled and came over to hug her next. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice warm. Y/N blushed and hugged Sam, patting his chest affectionately. "Thank Sammy," she said, feeling a little overwhelmed by all the attention. "You don't look so bad yourself," she teased, referencing his best man suit.

"Oh, this old thing?" Sam joked, smoothing down the front of his suit. "I just threw it on, no biggie."

"Yeah, whatever. I definitely didn't see you primping in the mirror for an hour this morning," Billy snorted, shooting his best friend a knowing smirk. “Oh he so was” Jo chimed in, flashing her husband a playful glare.

Sam spluttered, trying to defend himself. "Hey, I just wanted to look my best for Y/N's wedding!" he protested, but he couldn't hold back a smile.

Billy and Jo just rolled their eyes at Sam's vanity, while Y/N laughed. “Don’t mean to break up the love fest, but it’s starting” Billy interrupted, shaking the little fanny pack that was strapped to his waist. The pack was filled with flower petals, since he was the designated flower boy.

"Oh right, let's get a move on, shall we?" Y/N exclaimed, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Alright, let's do this," Jo said, giving Y/N's hand a squeeze. "You got this, Y/N," Sam said, patting her shoulder. "Come on, I'll walk you down the aisle," Belinda offered, linking her arm through Y/N's.

-

The outdoor wedding venue was a beautiful sight to behold. The lake glistened in the sunlight, the water a mirror reflecting the blue sky. Tall trees surrounded the area like sentinels, shading the guests from the brightness of the sun and adding beauty to the scenery. White wooden chairs were set out in neat rows, each one occupied by an excited and chattering guest.

Dean stood in front of the arch at the front, waiting patiently for his bride to appear. He was dressed in a crisp black suit, a lavender tie complementing his ensemble while all his groomsmen wore light lavender shirts with dark dress pants and a pair of suspenders, Sam and Billy included.

Sam made his way back to his position as Dean’s best man, patting the nervous groom reassuringly on his shoulder. Dean gave Sam a grateful nod, appreciating his friend, who was more a brother to him now. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the life-changing moment ahead. He'd never felt more ready and more nervous in his entire life.

“Sammy," he said in a low voice. "I'm freakin' out here" Sam chuckled, knowing that Dean was trying to put on a brave face. "You're gonna be fine, man," he reassured, giving Dean a comforting clap on the back. “Just remember, tears. Lots of ‘em, chicks like that." Sam nudged him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Dean grumbled, rolling his eyes, although he was grateful for Sam's lighthearted attempts to ease his nerves. "Thanks, Sammy." Sam patted his shoulder again. "Anytime, bro," Sam replied with a smile.

Meanwhile, Jo came out and took her position as Y/N’s matron of honor. Jo shot her husband a quick thumbs up. Sam took his signal, whistling to the DJ to start playing ‘Hot in Here’ by Nelly on the speakers. The song was Billy’s choice of course.

"Of course he picked this,” Sam exclaimed exasperatedly, knowing full well that Billy’s taste in music was questionable at best. Dean chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m going to kill him later.”

Billy danced his way down the aisle, throwing flower petals left and right with exaggerated hip thrusts, there wasn't a dry eye in the audience. Some guests were choking back laughter while others shook their heads with amusement.

By the time Billy reached the front of the aisle, Dean was barely holding back his own laughter. Sam clapped him on the back, still snickering, as Jo shot Billy a disapproving glare, but the grin on her face was selling her out.

"Nice job, flower boy," Dean commented jokingly, watching as Billy stumbled into position, out of breath but still grinning widely. "What? You said to add a little pizzazz to the walk," Billy retorted, trying to catch his breath. "I delivered."

The music shifted seamlessly from the Nelly song to a slower, more romantic tune. The instrumental for ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ by Elvis Presley filling the area. All eyes turned toward the entryway as Y/N and her mother appeared, framed by the sun's warm glow.

Dean's heart stuttered in his chest, his breath catching as he drank in the sight of Y/N walking toward him. She was an absolute vision in her white lace wedding gown, her eyes fixed on his.

With every step she took, her gown billowed around her like a cloud, the lace detail catching the sunlight in a breathtaking display. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant style, leaving her face completely on display.

Dean's mind went blank for a moment, he could barely register the cheers of approval from their guests. All he could focus on was her. As Y/N approached, her eyes met Dean's, locking on his face with an intensity that only love could create. In that moment, everything else faded away.

The guests, the setting, the music, it all melted into the background, leaving only the two of them in this shared moment of joy and anticipation. Dean's breath caught in his throat. He didn’t bother to stop the tears brewing in his eyes spill over.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice choked with emotion. He quickly wiped away the tears as they rolled down his cheeks, hoping to maintain some semblance of composure.

But he couldn't help it. The sight of Y/N, the only person he had ever loved like this, walking toward him in her wedding gown was more than he could handle.

Y/N could feel her heart beating in her throat as she walked down the aisle, arm in arm with her mother. Every step felt like a step closer to a whole new world with Dean.

As she got closer to the front, her eyes met his and her breath caught. His handsome face, usually so cocky and confident, was tear stained. The sight of his tears, combined with the overwhelming emotions coursing through her own body, almost made her stumble.

She tightened her grip on her mother's arm, steadying herself. It was all she could do to stop herself from breaking into tears and messing up her meticulous makeup.

Her mind was blank, all thoughts fading away as they came to a stop right in front of Dean. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail of her appearance. The way her hair was perfectly styled, the way the lace of her dress framed her face, the way her skin glowed in the sunlight.

Dean's breath caught again, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat before he spoke, "You're..." he began, his voice low and hoarse, "You're so beautiful."

“You don’t look too shabby yourself Mr. Smith” Y/N said breathlessly, taking his hand into hers as she stepped up the altar. Dean chuckled, the sound a mix of nerves and joy. "Glad you think so, Mrs. Smith," he replied, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand.

The priest stepped forward, his voice booming out, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." He began the traditional wedding ceremony, but the words faded in and out in Y/N and Dean's ears.

All they could focus on was each other. Occasionally they would catch each other's eye and exchange a knowing smile, which would only serve to make their heartbeats quicken even more.

"Do you, Y/N L/N, take this man, Dean Smith, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked, breaking through the haze that Y/N and Dean were in.

Y/N met Dean's gaze, her heart swelling with love and certainty. "I do," she replied, her voice a little shaky but nonetheless firm. "And do you, Dean Smith, take this woman, Y/N L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest repeated the same question to Dean.

His response was immediate and sure, "I do," he said, his voice clear and strong. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the priest declared.

Dean didn't wait for further permission. He quickly closed the distance between them, his hands coming up to cup Y/N's face as he leaned down to kiss her.

The moment their lips met, it was like the world around them melted away. It was just them in their own little bubble of happiness. The kiss was passionate but gentle, a promise of love and commitment. Dean's hands framed her face as he deepened the kiss, pulling her body flush against his.

Jo and Sam were cheering loudly, their voices carrying over everyone else's. Jo even wolf-whistled, drawing a few chuckles from the onlookers. Billy, the flower boy that he was, was wiping tears off his face, while Belinda was also visibly emotional.

Jo and Sam were the first to start cheering, their voices loud and energetic. "Woohoo! Goooo Mr. and Mrs. Smith!!" Jo called out, clapping loudly. "Yeaahhhh Dean and Y/N!!!" Sam added, a wide grin on his face.

Billy, who was still trying to act cool despite the tears in his eyes, joined in the cheers, his voice a little shaky but still enthusiastic. "Hell yeah! That's my sister and my new brother-in-law!" he yelled out, pumping his fist in the air.

Belinda was trying to hold it together. She was dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, but the proud smile on her face gave her away.

The sound of the guests' cheers and applause echoed in the air as Y/N and Dean broke the kiss, their foreheads resting lightly against each other. They were a vision of happiness, the picture-perfect newlyweds.

Dean's arms encircled Y/N's waist, keeping her flush against him as they pulled away from the kiss. Their foreheads still touched, and they were both smiling so widely it's a wonder they didn't hurt themselves.

They took a moment to bask in the euphoria of the moment, the cheers and applause of their friends and family surrounding them like a warm and fuzzy blanket.

"We did it, Mrs. Smith," Dean whispered, his voice low and intimate. “Indeed, Mr. Smith” Y/N choked back tears, a small laugh leaving her throat. “Leave it to me to fall in love with my hot boss”

Dean chuckled at her familiar comment, a warm, rumbling sound that sent a wave of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His mind going back to the first time they had sex and the day he proposed.

"Leave it to me to fall in love with my gorgeous secretary," he retorted, his arms tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer.

Authors Note: And with that, Leave It To Me Verse has come to a quick and sweet end🥹 I know it was short and rushed but it was honestly just a little palette cleanser to me so I hope everyone enjoyed!!!❤️❤️

Till another short series again haha.

Xoxo

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Supernatural fucked up family dynamics over here crushing my soul

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my favorite genre of dean being queer is him thinking sam knows but sam having absolutely no clue. dean keeps making these casual comments that sam thinks are homophobic jokes and they never, ever talk about it outright

until dean and cas finally get together. and dean announces it to sam like "you've probably been expecting this for a while" and sam's like "no?? since when are you even into men????" and dean's like "since always? why are you acting so surprised, you already knew this" and sam just bluescreens, thinking of every time he accidentally micro-agressed his brother

dean gets to win every argument for about two weeks after that because sam is Paying Reparations

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To be continued??? TO BE CONTINUED!!!

What do you mean ackles???

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Wedding Jitters

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: it’s your wedding day, but you need your brothers to help you out

A/N: this turned into more of a one shot, but honestly it’s so adorable

“Alright, one big brother and one maid of honor as requested.” Dean’s voice had you looking to the doorway, where your two brothers were now standing.

“For the last time Dean, man of honor is a real thing,” Sam argued, glaring at his brother.

“Just be glad she didn’t make you the flower girl,” Dean teased with a laugh.

“Hey, idiots, you’ve got a bride freaking out over here,” you interrupted their quarrel.

“Hey hey, no freaking out allowed,” Dean insisted. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, in which case I’m still perfectly ready to assassinate the groom at any given moment.”

“No I did not change my mind!” You huffed. “I just—my hair looks dumb and the dress isn’t working and he’s gonna think I look ugly and-and then I’m gonna trip and—“

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Sam cut in, stepping further into the room and grabbing onto your hands to stabilize you. “None of that is going to happen.”

“Yeah,” Dean insisted. “You picked out that dress because you love it. Your hair looks perfect. If that man thinks you are anything other than the most beautiful woman on earth, I’ll shoot him myse—“

“Dean!” Sam interrupted, but Dean grinned when he saw your lips twitching.

“Yeah, uh huh, it was funny I know.”

“Stop it!” You covered your face with your hands so Dean wouldn’t see you grinning. “You guys are so stupid.”

“And hey,” Dean continued as if you hadn’t interrupted. “You know I won’t ever let you fall, right?”

“Right.” You took a deep breath. “Ok.”

“Ok.” Dean pulled you into his arms, and you felt Sam hug you from the other side. You relaxed in their embrace for a few seconds.

“Hey guys?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna wrinkle my dress.”

“Ok, ok,” Dean huffed, pulling away. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“Hey I think it’s almost time,” Sam said. He led the way to the back of the short line waiting to head down the aisle. You trailed just behind him, holding Dean’s arm in a vice grip.

“Hey sweetheart?” Dean whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re hurting my arm.”

You rolled your eyes and loosened your grip.

“I’m not gonna let you trip,” Dean promised again.

“I know.” You nodded. You faced forward, and Sam started making faces at you from his spot just in front of you. You giggled, and Sam grinned widely. As soon as the doors opened to start the ceremony, Dean poked your side and you struggled to get your face under control.

As soon as Sam stepped through the doors, heading down the aisle as your man of honor, the doors shut behind him so that you could have a “big entrance” after Sam got to the end. With the doors closed, it was just you and Dean.

“I’m so proud of you.” Dean’s right hand grabbed onto your hand that was resting on his left arm. “You deserve this. And I want you to know, while you’re out there starting your own family—me and Sammy are always gonna be here for you.”

“I know.” Your hand squeezed Dean’s. “Thanks for walking me down the aisle, Dean.”

Dean grinned. “Well someone’s gotta be up there with a gun in case you change your mind.”

You were just reaching over to smack your brother when the music changed and the doors opened wide. You quickly returned your hands where they were supposed to be, but you couldn’t hold back the tiniest giggle when you saw Dean smirking at you knowingly.

You quickly stifled the laugh, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face when you saw the awestruck look of your fiancé.

Dean led you down the aisle, and once you reached the end you turned to look at him.

The tears in his eyes didn’t really surprise you—in fact, you already had a response prepared.

“Your eyes are sweating,” you whispered so only he could hear. That got a smile out of him as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering as long as he could. Then he let you go and went to stand by Sam. You were right behind him, reaching over to hand Sam your bouquet.

He wasn’t supposed to, but Sam pulled you into a hug.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into your ear.

“Right back at you.”

You stepped back, taking one last glance at your big brothers before turning to grab onto your fiancé’s outstretched hands…

Knowing that you never would’ve made it this far without them.

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter eight | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter eight!!! the middle picture is supposed to represent sam and jo btw, the picture of jensen is how dean is dressed (yum) and the dress is y/n’s (green to match dean’s eyes hehe). btw i totally made a playlist for them lol. stream star-crossed💫👔💘 now!

word count: 4952 words

warnings: smut!! mdni!!!! p-in-v sex, daddy kink (if it makes you uncomfy i’d suggest swiping off lol), fluff, pillow talk, dean calls y/n a ‘slut’ (during sex)

•August 14th, 2009

Y/N stood next to Jo in the bridal suite, adjusting the veil in her hair and making sure her wedding dress was sitting perfectly. Jo was getting nervous, close to having a meltdown.

Ellen, Jo’s mother, was there too, fussing over the two friends. She was a tough and sassy woman, but she was a total softie when it came to her daughter’s wedding.

Y/N reassured Jo, smoothing a hand over her hair. "You look gorgeous, chick. When you walk down that aisle, Sam is gonna pass out when he sees you." Jo let out a nervous laugh, her hands shaking slightly. "I can't believe I'm actually getting married today."

Ellen smiled warmly, her eyes filling with love for her daughter. "Honey, you've got this. You and Sam were meant to be together." She said gently as Y/N squeezed Jo's hand, offering her a supportive grin. "Listen to your mom. You're about to marry the love of your life, Jo. Just breathe."

The photographer, Karen, popped in, checking to see if the bride was ready yet. "We're almost ready" Y/N answered for Jo, who was still too nervous to speak. Bill, Jo's dad, looked emotional as he walked into the room. He had tears in his eyes as he saw his daughter in her wedding gown. "Oh, sweetheart," he choked out. "You look so beautiful."

The father and daughter never had the best relationship but at the end of the day, she was his babygirl.

Jo turned to face her dad, a mixture of surprise and happiness on her face. "Dad," she said softly. "You came." Bill walked up to Jo, his eyes still watery. "Of course I came. I wouldn't miss this for the world." Y/N and Ellen stepped back to give the father and daughter a moment alone.

Bill put a trembling hand on Jo’s cheek, his voice thick with emotion. "I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but seeing you like this... I’m so proud of you, Jojo."

Jo's eyes filled with tears as well, touched by her dad's words. "Thank you, Daddy," she said softly. "That means a lot to me." Ellen and Y/N exchanged glances, both surprised but pleased by the touching moment between Jo and Bill.

The sound of a knock on the door interrupted the moment, and everyone turned to see who it was. The door slowly opened, and Dean's head peeked through.

"Hey, am I allowed in here or is this strictly a girl party?" He asked, a dashing smile spreading across his face as stood in the doorway of the bridal suite, a dashing smile on his face as he covered his eyes with one hand.

Bill chuckled heartily at Dean's question, breaking the emotional tension in the room. "Nah, come on in, kid." He said, patting him on the shoulder as Dean walked into the suite, uncovering his eyes.

His gaze immediately fell on Y/N, the olive green satin floor length dress was a sight for sore eyes on her. As maid of honor, her dress was an off shoulder, sleeveless with a slit to the side, pleated perfectly to show off her form.

Meanwhile the other bridesmaids (some of Jo’s friends from highschool who left Jo and Y/N to have their own time together in the club) wore simple floor length thin strap olive green dresses, all looking equally beautiful. They were all currently waiting on the beach with Sam’s groomsmen.

Dean’s lips curved into a wolfish grin. "Damn, doll. You look fantastic." His eyes roamed over her figure, taking in every detail. Y/N blushed slightly under his gaze, trying to hide her reaction to him. She playfully swatted his arm. "You don't look too shabby yourself, Mr. Smith." She teased, eyeing his tuxedo.

The room was buzzing with excitement as everyone prepared for the ceremony. Karen, the photographer, was taking last minute photos of the bride and the bridal party.

Ellen was fussing over Jo, making sure every hair was in place, while Bill stood to the side, watching his daughter with a proud smile.

"Sorry to break up the melodrama but we’re all set downstairs. It's showtime." Dean finally breathed out after tearing his eyes away from Y/N. She smiled as she drank in his appearance.

His hair slicked back as per usual but the navy blue suit and tie he was sporting made his eyes pop. She always found him insanely attractive in a suit.

Jo let out a shaky breath. "Okay, I'm ready." Ellen took one more glance at her daughter, making sure everything was flawless. Then she squeezed Jo's hand reassuringly. "Deep breaths, honey. You can do this."

Y/N stepped forward, straightening out her dress with her hands before linking her arm with Jo's. "C'mon, let's go get you hitched."

-

As they made their way downstairs, Dean fell in line next to Y/N. He looked down at her with a soft smile, his eyes roaming over her again. The ceremony was taking place on the beach, the waves gently crashing in the background. The sand was set up with an aisle runner lined with white rose petals.

Sam and his groomsmen were already standing in their places at the makeshift altar, the sun setting behind them.

His eyes immediately landed on Jo as Bill replaced Y/N, linking his arm in his daughters. Y/N places two fingers into her mouth to let out a loud whistle, signaling for the orchestra to start the melody for Bill to walk Jo down the aisle as Dean and Ellen take their seats at the front of the crowd.

Y/N crouched down, lifting the long floor length white lace veil up that was attached to Jo’s elegant dress. As Jo began walking down the aisle on her father's arm, Sam's face lit up with a mixture of joy and awe. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Sam Wesson didn’t stop the tears from streaming down his face as his beautiful teary eyed bride made her way down the aisle towards him. The music played softly, the sound of the waves providing a soothing background noise.

His eyes were glued to her every movement. He had a stupid grin on his face, like he couldn't believe he was there, on the beach with his bride-to-be.

Bill finally let his daughter's hand go, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Knock his socks off kiddo” He muttered to her tearfully. “I love you, daddy” Jo had to hold back her tears in order to not ruin her makeup. Bill blew Jo a kiss before settling next to Ellen as Y/N stood off to the side with the other bridesmaids, watching with a smile on her face as Jo approached the altar.

She could see the love and emotion in both Sam's and Jo's eyes, and it made her heart flutter a bit.

Ash, one of Jo’s long time childhood friends who was like a brother to her, smiled widely as Jo and Sam stood facing one another, taking their hands in one another. He agreed to officiate the wedding for him, even though his certificate was bought online. Jo wanted him to be the one to officiate it.

“You look stunning, angel” Sam sobbed, not able to tear his eyes away from Jo. Jo let out a watery laugh. "You're the one who looks handsome, Sammy." She said, her voice shaky with emotion as she took in his appearance.

Ash smiled at the couple’s affection for one another, before beginning with the ceremony. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Samuel and Joanna in holy matrimony.” In a slightly overly exaggerated tone, earning chuckles from the crowd.

He paused, looking out at the crowd of friends and family that had gathered to witness the ceremony. “Marriage is a beautiful gift, a sacred bond between two souls who have chosen to spend their lives together. It is a promise to stand by each other through joy and sorrow, to support and encourage one another, and to grow in love and faith throughout their lives."

As Ash continued with the ceremony, Y/N stole glances at Dean who was sitting a few feet away. He was completely immersed in the ceremony, his eyes fixed on the altar. Every now and then their eyes would meet, and a brief smile would cross his lips.

Jo and Sam looked lost in their own world as the priest spoke on. Their fingers were intertwined, and they continued to stare at one another with tears streaming down their faces.

The second she saw the tears on Jo’s face, the maid of honor pulled out the folding hand fan she had tucked away between her bosom. Storing it there just for this moment because she knew her best friend all too well, Jo was definitely going to cry even though she didn’t want to ruin her makeup.

When Jo felt the breeze from the fan that Y/N was waving near her face, smiled through her tears and mouthed ‘thanks chick’ to her best friend. Y/N mouthed, back a quick, ‘you’re welcome’ before handing Jo a tissue she had crunched up in her hand. Jo used the fan to dab the tears underneath her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup.

Sam chuckled heartily when he saw the fan in Y/N’s hands. He knew Jo’s makeup was probably done for, but to him it didn’t matter. She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Some of the guests giggled at the display of care from Y/N to Jo, the bride trying to fix her makeup, while others let out an “awww” at the sight. Bill and Ellen were watching with fond expressions, proud smiles on their faces.

Ash turned to Sam. "Samuel, do you take Joanna to be your beloved wife? Will you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, through the best and the worst, for as long as you shall live?"

Sam, with tears in his eyes, spoke his vows, his voice cracking slightly. "I do, absolutely. I promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her with every ounce of my being, for the rest of our lives."

“Yeah, you better buddy” Ash muttered, playfully glaring at Sam, slicking back his mullet as the crowd erupted in laughter again at his joke. Sam rolled his eyes, scoffing as he shook his head in amusement.

Jo, still using the napkin that Y/N had given her, blushed at Sam's heartfelt words and Ash’s comment, giggling into her hand and shaking her head, “Go on with it, Ash” Jo huffed. Ash turned to her, “Alright, alright..” He cleared his throat dramatically.

"And Joanna, do you take Samuel to be your beloved husband? Will you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him through the best and the worst, for as long as you shall live?"

“You’re darn tootin’ I do,” Jo answered, her voice choked with emotion as she struggled to hold back more tears. “I promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him with all of my heart, for the rest of my life.”

The guests in the crowd let out another wave of “awwws” mixed with laughter as the bride used the tissue to dab her eyes again and Y/N remained fanning her.

Ash smiled at the bride and groom's heartfelt responses. “Samuel and Joanna, you have expressed your love and commitment to each other through your words and now, it is time to seal your union with a symbol of your commitment."

He turned to Billy, signaling for him to bring forth the wedding rings. Billy stepped up from beside Sam as one of his groomsmen and handed Ash the two gold bands and then stepped back to his spot, resuming her position.

Ash gestured to Sam, "Sam, take Joanna's hand and repeat after me." Sam gently took Jo’s hand, his gaze unwavering as he repeated the priest’s words, his voice strong and clear. "I, Samuel, give thee Joanna this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love and commitment to you. I promise to cherish, honor and support you, through good times and bad, for all of our days together." He gently slid the ring onto Jo’s trembling finger before looking up at her with a soft smile.

Ash then turned to Jo. "Now Joanna, take Samuel’s hand and repeat after me."

Jo took Sam's hand and looked up at him with tearful, glowing eyes as she repeated the priest's words. “I, Joanna, give thee Samuel this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love and commitment to you. I promise to cherish, honor and support you, through good times and bad, for all of our days together." She slipped the ring on Sam’s finger, their hands still grasped together tightly.

Ash smiled warmly at the couple, touched by their heartfelt vows. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Sam didn't waste a second. He threw his arms around Jo and pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The guests cheered and clapped their approval. Y/N quickly pulled Ash out of the way so the photographer, Karen, could snap pictures like crazy.

Y/N cheered unabashedly for her best friends, a wide grin on her face as she clapped her hands together. “Woo! Go Sam and Jo! Yeahhhh Mr. and Mrs. Wesson!!” She yelled happily, not caring how much attention she was drawing to herself.

Dean chuckled as he watched her, loving the fact that she wasn't afraid to show her enthusiasm. Once the enthusiastic applause and cheers died down, Ash announced, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Wesson!" The crowd once again erupted into applause and cheers.

Sam took Jo's hand, their fingers lacing together as they smiled at the guests and began walking down the aisle. Y/N followed behind them, tossing the flower petals into the air, with all the other bridesmaids doing the same.

The party was in full swing, the wedding festivities had begun. The bridal party was mingling and everyone was having a good time.

Y/N, standing with Jo and other bridesmaids, was sipping flutes of champagne. Meanwhile, Dean was off to the side, engaged in conversation with Sam and Billy, the three laughing as they shared a drink.

Billy said something that made the three of them laugh heartily. Dean chuckled, his head thrown back in laughter. He patted Billy on the back heartily, his expression carefree and cheerful.

‘Fantasy’ by Mariah Carey started humming through the speakers, the DJ turning up the music to set the dancing in motion. The song erupted squeals from Jo and Y/N. "Oh my God, I LOVE this song!" Jo exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. "Come on, chick! Let's dance!"

Y/N laughed as Jo led her onto the dance floor, and a few of the other bridesmaids followed their lead. They began dancing to the beat, lost in the music and moment.

“Oh, when you walk by everynight. Talking sweet and look-in-fine. I get kind of hectic insideeeee. Mmm, baby, I'm so into-you. Darling, if you only-knew. All the things that flow through my minddddd”

On the other side of the room, Dean had been watching the girls dance and sing along together, a small smile on his face. He chuckled as he took another sip of his drink. Billy noticed Dean’s gaze trapped on his sister, a small smirk spreading on his lips. He gave Dean a small nudge with his elbow, “Go dance with her man” He encouraged Dean.

Dean was slightly startled at Billy’s nudge, but he quickly regained his composure. He chuckled lightly and shook his head, trying to play it cool. “Nah man, I’m good. I’m not really a dancing kind of guy.” The teenager rolled his eyes at Dean, “Dude, do I have to squeal and haul your ass on there like Jo? Go!”

Billy demanded, shoving Dean. He chuckled at Billy’s insistence, stumbling a bit. “Alright, bud, I’m going," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. He took a final swig of his drink before setting the empty glass on a nearby table. Dean ruffled Billy’s hair before making his way onto the dancefloor.

He weaved through the crowd, his eyes locked on Y/N and Jo. They were in the middle of the floor, surrounded by other couples and dancers. Their backs were to him, and he approached them from behind.

Dean hovered behind Y/N for a few moments before finally touching her gently on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?" he said in a tone that was both amused and cheeky. Jo shook her head eagerly, “Go on, I’m gonna go find Sam” She smiled, pushing Y/N gently into Dean before padding across the hall and making her way to her husband.

Y/N felt herself being pushed and stumbled slightly, letting out a small, surprised gasp as she was propelled towards Dean. He caught her in his arms, his hands firm but gentle on her waist. They were now standing face to face, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "You okay there, beautiful?" he teased, a flirtatious smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“I’m great, handsome” Y/N smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Swaying slightly to the upbeat music.

His hands on her hips, their bodies flush against one another. “That green dress is... exquisite on you," he complimented, his eyes roaming over her body, admiring it a little too much, not that she minded. “Thank you” She had to bite her lip to stop a girlish giggle from leaving her throat. “I like the green…it matches your eyes” She replied cheekily.

His gaze flicked up to her lips as she bit down, and his fingers tightened their grip on her hips ever so slightly. "Oh yeah?" He teased. "You like my eyes, huh?" She shrugged with feign nonchalance but her smile gave it away. “I have a weakness for pretty boys with nice eyes” She retorted in a skittish tone.

He leaned in close, his lips almost touching her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "And I have a weakness for beautiful women in pretty dresses." He purred, his voice low and sexy.

Yup, that’ll do it.

Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes went to Sam and Jo who were now dancing as husband and wife on the crowded dance floor and then to Billy, who seemed very indulged in a conversation with one of Jo’s teenage cousins, Ciara.

“Come on, let’s get out of here” She almost moaned into his ear, grasping his hand on hers before guiding him out of the hall. He raised an eyebrow at her request, not needing to be told twice. He allowed her to lead him out of the bustling hall, their fingers intertwined.

"Is that a suggestion? Or a demand?" He teased, feigning reluctance. But his hand gripped hers more tightly and followed as she led him out of the party.

Now back up in their room. As soon as they closed the door behind them, Dean grabbed Y/N and pushed her up against it, his mouth claiming hers in a hungry kiss. Clothes hit the floor haphazardly as they tore at each other, desperate to feel skin on skin.

Dean lifted a now fully naked Y/N effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist before tossing her on the bed, his body falling downwards with hers. "Fuck, doll, I need you," he growled, breaking the kiss to nip and suck at her neck as he hovered over her.

Y/N grounded her hips against his from below, urging him on. "Then take me," she panted, reaching between them to stroke his cock.

A low groan escaped from deep within Dean's chest as Y/N's fingers wrapped around him. “Yes, ma’am” He thrust into her grasp, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "God damn..." he muttered under his breath, a shudder running through his large frame.

His mouth found hers once again, this time with a ferocity that matched the fire burning inside him. His tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers in a passionate dance as his hands roamed over every inch of exposed flesh.

With deft movements, Dean positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of his cock before slowly sinking into her warmth. A loud moan filled the air as he buried himself completely within her tight walls, stretching her deliciously.

"Fucking hell..." he breathed out, his eyes rolling back momentarily as he savored the sensation. A gasp left Y/N's lips as she felt Dean slide into her, filling her completely. Her nails dug into his back, urging him deeper still. "More," she pleaded softly, arching her back off the bed to meet his thrusts.

The friction of their bodies colliding sent sparks flying throughout her entire being. Each thrust hit all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her inner walls clenched around him instinctively, milking him for more.

"Mmm... just like that daddy," she murmured, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

The sound of Y/N calling him 'daddy' sent a surge of arousal straight to Dean's already throbbing cock. It was like a trigger, causing him to lose any semblance of control he might've had left. He pulled out slowly until only the tip remained inside her before slamming back into her with force. "Fuck, yes. Take that cock" he hissed, delighting in how perfectly she fit around him.

His hands moved to grab her hips, lifting them slightly to angle her body just right for each powerful thrust. "You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice going up an octave, punctuating his question with another hard push.

Each movement sent tremors rippling through his muscles as he worked tirelessly to satisfy them both. His pace quickened, driven by the sounds coming from Y/N, heavy desperate moans, pleas for more, that spurred him onward.

The intense pleasure was almost unbearable. Y/N could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. All she knew was the feeling of Dean's thick cock pounding into her, stretching her in ways no other ever had or will ever again.

"Oh god yes!" she cried out again, louder this time, her voice laced with pure desire. Her pussy clamped down on him even tighter, eager for more of what he was giving her.

Her own hands roamed over his body, tracing the contours of his muscular torso, feeling every ripple beneath his smooth skin. She loved how strong he was, how easily he handled her weight with such ease.

She bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting him even deeper inside her. "Please... don't stop," she begged breathlessly. The sound of Y/N calling out to him, begging for more, was like music to Dean's ears.

He picked up speed, each thrust becoming harder and faster than the last. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he continued to pound into her with reckless abandon. "You're so fucking tight," he whined, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.

His hand slid down between their joined bodies, seeking out her clit. When he found it, he rubbed circles around it mercilessly while maintaining his relentless pace. "You wanna cum for me baby?"

Before she could answer, Dean rolled them over so Y/N was now straddling him. A little yelp left her lips at the sudden change of movement but her hands were the barrier to stable herself, grasping his shoulder. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she started riding him. The sight of her bouncing on his lap, tits bouncing freely, made his cock twitch inside her.

"Ohhh fuck yeah, ride my cock baby," he growled, squeezing her ass cheeks as she gyrated her hips. The wet squelching noises of their joining echoed loudly in the room. Dean threw his head back, reveling in the delicious sensations.

"You look so sexy like this, taking what you need," he praised huskily. His thumb circled her sensitive clit as she continued grinding down onto him. His nasty mouth never failed to spur her on, Y/N cried out, her hands leaving his shoulder to bury her fingers in her own hair, bouncing frantically on top of Dean. “Fuckkkk, Deannnnn!!”

Y/N started to grind herself down on him, her pussy dripping with need. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a rough, needy kiss. As Y/N kissed him hungrily, Dean returned it with equal fervor. His hands moved from her hips to grip her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to get a better view of his cock disappearing into her tight cunt in the mirror at the edge of the bed.

“You like it when I ride your cock like this, daddy?” She murmured against his lips, her voice going up an octave. Y/N swirled her hips tantalizingly. "Fuck yes, baby," he groaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock throbbed inside her.

Y/N rocked her hips back and forth, riding Dean's cock hard. She could feel him hitting all the right spots inside her. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh God...I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, now gripping both her breasts, her inner walls fluttering around him as her head tilted back.

Feeling Y/N start to tighten around him was like the final straw for Dean. "Cum for me, doll," he urged, his voice strained with pleasure. He reached up to pinch one of her nipples, twisting it roughly as he continued to pump into her.

"Fuck, you're so close aren't ya?" he grunted, feeling his own orgasm building rapidly. His hips snapped upwards into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrust.

Without breaking contact, Dean flipped them over, pinning Y/N beneath him. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half as he drove into her. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper.

"Yes, fuck! Right there!" she cried out, her nails raking down his back. The pain mixed with pleasure only spurred him on further. He could feel her tightening around him, signaling her impending release.

"That's it, take my cock," he panted heavily, sweat dripping down his face as he pistoned in and out of her slick heat. His balls slapped against her ass with each brutal thrust.

Y/N was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the feeling of Dean's cock stretching her open. She could feel every ridge and vein rubbing deliciously against her sensitive walls.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her eyes rolled back as he pounded into her relentlessly.

"Yes, daddy, fuck me like a slut" she whimpered, her toes curling at the intensity of it all. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Just a few more thrusts and she would surely shatter.

With each word that came out of Y/N's mouth, Dean felt himself getting closer to the edge. The way she called him 'daddy', begging for more...it was intoxicating.

"Fuck yeah, you're my dirty little slut," he snarled, his thrusts growing even more erratic. His cock pulsed inside her, signaling his imminent release.

The dirty talk pushed Dean over the edge. "That's it, cum for daddy," he groaned, feeling her tight sopping cunt start to flutter around him. He increased his pace, fucking her wildly with no mercy.

He watched as her body tensed underneath him, her climax washing over her in powerful waves. Y/N losing control under him was too much for Dean to handle. With a few more deep thrusts, he came undone inside her, filling her with hot seed as he yelled out her name.

Y/N collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. Her whole body was trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She could feel Dean's warm cum leaking out of her, trickling down her thighs.

"That was….fuck," she whispered, still trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to look at him, a satisfied smile on her face.

Dean pulled out of her slowly, his softening cock slipping free with a lewd pop. He flopped down beside her, throwing an arm across her stomach. "Damn straight it was," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple.

With a tired sigh, Dean collapsed onto the bed next to Y/N, pulling her into his arms. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

"I love you, beautiful," he murmured, brushing some stray hairs away from her face. "I love you more, handsome." She murmured back with a small yawn. His hand wandered down to her belly button, circling it lightly before resting on her lower abdomen.

He kissed her forehead gently before beginning to pepper his girl’s face with kisses. Making her erupt in a fit of giggles.

[bittersweet-nothingss]

"𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙣"

- 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡

𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮.

He walked towards Dean.

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