#Dean/Reader

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Spotless: Lusingando

Chapter Thirty Nine

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Other characters: Bobby, Jesse, Victor, Donna and Nancy, Cesar, Chief. Sam being a good little brother, sort of. Charlie.

Word Count: ~5300 (seriously don't ask)

Warnings, etc: We pick up right where we left off oh so long ago! And we finally get to enjoy some really explicit content. Strip clubs, pillow talk, and some strategizing.

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None of it felt real. 

Dean waited for you outside the bus with a shit-eating grin, which almost made you puke because you thought it had all been a joke. But he must have seen it on your face because he instantly softened, and leaned in to whisper:

“You good?”

You looked up at him, through all your fear, and let everything both of you couldn’t say be seen.

“Yeah, you?”

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic myself.”

You chuckled and bit your lip. “Well, good.”

Dean rolled his eyes and let you lead the way onto the bus. And this time you knew he was definitely checking out your ass in the process, instead of the dozens of times before when you had only thought that was what he was doing. He made his appreciation known, if only to you, with a gentle caress against your thigh as you waited to pass Kevin. It felt like it took him forever to stuff his backpack above his seat. But maybe that was just because you were anxious to claim the last available side-by-side seats.

Or maybe it was because you could smell Dean’s deodorant and you were so close to him that if you didn’t get a hint of privacy soon, you were going to do something irredeemably stupid.

It was hard to tell.

Eventually, Kevin moved and you and Dean took your new seats, with careful discretion. You hoped.

With his hands placed chastely on his own knees, Dean exhaled, turned to look at you, and almost immediately burst out laughing. You clamped your mouth shut and shook your head, but the laughter fluttered up your chest and into your throat right back at him.

God, what was with all this nonsensical joy?

And how the hell were you going to get through the last stretch to Albuquerque?!

“Shhh!” Dean insisted, which only made him smile wider, eyes almost closed.

You huffed and tried to breathe, but it was too ridiculous. So you did close your own eyes, to try and settle down, to not let the topic at hand get any further out of your control.

“Okay, okay, I know,” Dean agreed and took a few breaths of his own.

“We are supposed to hash it out, you know, not giggle like we’re at a middle school sleepover,” you said out of the side of your mouth.

You felt Dean shift beside you and when you opened your eyes again his head was resting back and he was looking to the ceiling of the bus. 

“Okay, okay, yeah. I guess, what do you want to know?”

You hummed in consideration, watching as he waited, his throat exposed and vulnerable as he swallowed. He was so damn beautiful, it took everything in you not to lean forward and lick his neck right then and there.

It was your turn to swallow. “I guess, what do you want out of this and who do you want to know?” 

Dean’s head whipped down to look at you. “You. I want you, okay? Any of the other stuff can come later, I just want you to be my girl. In private, always, but in public only when you give the all clear. I have waited a long time for this, I can be good.”

And that’s when it hit you. He was telling the truth. Ever since he got his head out of his ass last summer, he had practically been at your beck and call. He could keep it under wraps as long as you told him to.

Something dirty sank in your words, but you meant them all the same when you asked, “you have been good already. Haven’t you?”

“Tryin’ to, yeah.” His voice softened.

“Alright, you and me. Just you and me, until we get the ‘all clear’ about the break up announcement from the suits. But I’m all yours in private.”

Dean reached over and held your nearest forearm. “You got me.”

The wave of emotion must have struck you dumb, because there was no other rational reason you weren’t kissing Dean stupid after a promise like that. You simply remained in your seat, lost in his sage dark gaze.

“I could get used to that.”

You shivered against the chill of the desert night. In a rare turn of events, you got a spot far enough from the stage to get a fan’s point of view of Phantom Traveler’s set. Bobby and Jesse stood beside you, keeping the Albuquerque crowd in the pit from getting too close. Not that anything alarming was happening, just keeping up the protections set in place after Vegas. You were still just their publicist to the world at large, after all.

Nobody knew Dean had kissed you. 

Or that you kissed him back.

Or that you were, in the most basic sense, together.

Though it was only a matter of time before somebody close to you found out, thus ensuring everyone else would too. Your money was on Sam being first to sniff you out, with Charlie and Pamela being close contenders. But at that moment, it didn’t matter, because Dean was on stage and every word felt like it was meant just for you.

Pushing Through wasn’t even on that night’s playlist.

He just couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you.

Your cheeks were so warm from blushing, it was like you were under the stage lights right along with him. But, God, did it feel good. You were giddy from all of the attention and all of the emotion.

You should have probably stopped yourself from smiling so much, it had to be pretty obvious something was going on. You were never THAT happy. But the butterflies didn’t worry about such things and the way Dean licked his lips between songs told you he didn’t seem to mind either.

You felt invincible.

“I’m gonna get a beer, you want anything?” Bobby asked, leaning down to hear your answer over the music.

“Something clear. Thanks!” You bumped him with your shoulder before he turned to navigate the crowd. After a parting look thrown his way, Jesse nodded and settled himself closer to your side.

You sighed and looked back up to the stage. If Dean thought you needed this sort of personal security, you trusted him. It just felt kind of silly at this point. And it wasn’t like Jesse, or any of Benny’s guys, were bad company.

You just hated to be an extra worry on their agenda.

“Alright folks, ready to take it up a notch?!” Lee crowed into his mic while he strummed into the opening of ‘Good Intentions’ from their last album, a cliche but catchy song that started popping up in audio clips on social media after they canceled that tour.

It almost seemed comical that he considered that taking it up a notch, especially with the rest of their repertoire.

Kevin came in with a waterfall of notes down the scale and they all took off together into the song that Cas had finished writing with Lee because Dean had been such a shit. It felt good to have the perspective of that entire year now that Dean was out the other end. You all were. 

You made a mental note to call Cas when you had time over the few days before you headed to Oklahoma City. You missed his snark and needed somebody who wouldn’t talk to talk to about everything.

The band sounded better than ever as they moved on to ‘Lost and Found’ which segwayed into ‘Twigs and Twine’ and before you knew it, they were bringing out Annie.

How they made a song about a car so sexy, no one knows. But the way Dean belted it out, eyes closed and mic in the air made every fantasy you ever had come crashing into focus. You were gonna get that man naked. You almost melted on the spot, but luckily the crowd demanding an encore brought you back to your senses.

Bobby whistled as Annie took a final bow with the band, but broke off once Dean and Lee started blowing kisses. 

“I’ll see you guys backstage,” he said as he left to see Annie back to her dressing room.

“They’re adorable,” Jesse teased as you both watched Bobby beeline to the crew stairs.

“Seriously,” you agreed.

“Want to head back now, save the rush with the encores?” 

“Yeah, probably should. Lead the way!” You plopped your hands onto Jesse’s back and used him as a human shield through the crowd, even though Bobby had already left a decent path. Dean’s voice broke through the darkness and Sam joined in with his warbly baritone. ‘Brother’s Keeper’ led into an acoustic, jam band styled ‘Last Call.’

Which was a perfect mellowed out ending to the show at Isleta Amphitheater.

You, Jody, and Victor stood cheering in the wings as Charlie shut off the stage lights on the band’s goodbyes. The crowd was a blur of strangers in the dark, but the second Dean turned away, his eyes swept through the mingling support staff until they landed on you.

You stayed put. You didn’t leap into his arms and he didn’t run, but the pull between you was undeniable. So, he came to you, in the disguise of appeasing the group around you.

“There he is!” Victor crowed

“Great job out there,” Jody said simply.

“Thanks! What are we getting up to tonight? Huh? I think I heard the Chief was getting a group and heading into town.”

“It’s a Tuesday night, man,” Victor sounded skeptical.

Dean looked at Jody and then at you. “This guy sound like a cop to anybody else?”

“Hey, fuck you! I was just saying there can’t be much going on in downtown ABQ on a weeknight in the ass end of March,” Victor spat back.

Dean laughed and winked at you. “Oh, we’ll see.”

You leaned in and stage whispered to Victor, “never challenge a Winchester to a good time.”

“You’re damn right,” Sam butt in out of nowhere, still shirtless and sweating. “Let’s get this place cleared out so we can party!”

Pam whooped in agreement with her high hat in tow.

Two hours later and you were crawling off of the roadies’ bus into the parking lot of a strip club. Donna and Nancy led the way in their post show outfits, skin tight and high heels, just looking to make new friends. You couldn’t help but laugh at their excitement, this was all old hat to you after all.

“You ready to keep up with those two?” Dean teased, and threw his arm over your shoulder as Cesar fell into step behind you.

“Let’s just make sure they keep their clothes on, and we’ll be all good.”

“Don’t think I’ll be keeping tabs on anybody else tonight, if you know what I mean?”

You cleared your throat and hip checked him. “Eyes front, soldier, the VIP awaits.”

Dean played hurt and chased you up to the entrance where Donna and Nancy had tried to pay the cover price.

“Hey, man, they’re with us. We have a reservation!” Dean insisted and the bouncer actually eyed Dean and then Cesar, Sam, and Chief in equal alarm and appraisal.

“Of course, this way,” he said after swallowing his tongue, and pointed your group to the side entrance.

You would like to think that you held your own against the atmosphere and the booze. That you teased Dean with your cherry stems as much as he did you with his wet lips and beer bottles. But it didn’t really matter, because by 3 am you had him in a private dance room with an entertainer paid off for the use of the space.

“I could think of a million better places for our first time, Trouble,” Dean murmured as you started pulling off his flannel.

The bass was still rattling the walls this far from the stage. “I am sure you could, but just shut up—.” You broke off to kiss him before pulling back to say, “because I am not walking out of here unfucked.”

“Whoa! Dirty girl, okay! Hold on, christ!” Dean scrambled to get his wallet out of his back pocket and a condom out as you helped yourself to his belt.

Dean let his wallet fall to the floor to grab you by the wrists.

“Hey, where’s the fire? I’m not going anywhere, you know.”

You stomped your foot a little in jest. “Dean, come on!”

He grinned at you and held the condom in the air, when you went to grab it he snatched it higher. “Nuh-uh. First, get over here.”

Dean drew you in by the waist for a filthy kiss, while he slowly shuffled you towards a low backed chair. 

“Sit.”

“You sit, it will be easier with me on top.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Dean muttered under his breath and palmed at his junk through his newly opened fly. “There’ll be plenty of time for that, but later. Sit down, please?”

You looked at the chair and then the floor and then back at Dean. “I don’t want to.”

Dean opened his mouth and then closed it, brow furrowed in confusion. “Um, okay. Kinda of squashing some of my favorite things. Do you mind me asking why?”

Your face dropped as you saw Dean taking his apparent rejection in stride. “Oh, baby, no. I’m not saying no. I’m saying not now.”

“You’re sure? You’re not just trying to butter me up. I’ll understand, everybody’s got their own things.”

You sighed and whined a little and stepped closer, nuzzling against Dean’s chest. “I think your mouth on me is possibly the hottest thing I have ever imagined. And I have been thinking of you naked all night.”

Dean deflated. “Just tonight? Cuz I got you beat there.”

“Don’t change the subject. I’m just saying I need your dick like yesterday and will you kindly put on the damn condom already?!” 

Dean snapped his fingers. “There she is! I knew you liked bossing me around.”

You rolled your eyes and started hiking up your dress. “Condom and then sit.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean saluted and tore the wrapper open with his teeth.

As soon as his mouth was empty, you kissed him, shoving your hands into his sweat crusted hair. Dean’s hands took turns roaming your silhouette and easing his pants down to his ankles. 

“Oh god, you smell so good. Come here,” Dean encouraged you to settle on his lap, cock between your bodies and he slid on the protection. Your heels gave you just enough height to be able to straddle Dean and touch the floor, but only barely.

“Okay, upsy daisy,” Dean slipped his right hand up your back, supporting you as he slipped his tip between your folds. “‘Atta girl, nice and easy.”

You whined when Dean notched himself at your entrance, the thick promise of him already so much.

“Hey,” Dean stroked your chin and made you look at him. “I got you, okay? Just—”

All of the air left him as you dropped down onto his dick. He filled you deeper than you could have imagined, and the sound that came out of your mouth was nothing compared to the groan that came out of Dean’s throat.

“Sonuvabitch!”

You rocked forward and wiggled a bit, just to take stock, and let your inner walls make their accommodations. 

“God, yeah, knew you’d be big,” you praised. “You ready?”

“I do not think I am going to last at this rate. You, uh, you better take what you came in here for.”

“Yeah?” You asked honestly, surprised by having that much effect on him.

“Trouble, please!” Dean Winchester was begging you for more. Or for mercy. Holy fuck, that was hot.

You slid up onto your tip toes and sank back down. Slowly, you found your rhythm. Dean hummed and let his hands slide up your sides, catching on your waist and easing up and over your chest. His rough fingertips teased you through your dress.

You kissed him when he started to stare too intently. Making you both moan into each other’s mouth, a perfect vibration that you felt from your nipples to your clit. 

You changed the roll of your hips and Dean’s face sagged, his eyes dropped closed and you caught him biting his lip to stop from getting too loud. “Next time, we get to be loud, okay?” you promised.

“God, yeah.”

“Good, I hate not screaming your name.”

Dean’s head fell forward and he rested it against your shoulder. “FUCK!”

“So good, so close.”

You squealed when Dean’s thumb found your clit, the wide pad of it dragging pleasure out of you with every stroke.

“Dean? Pleeeeease.” Now you were the one who was begging.

Dean tisked at you. “You were the one who needed my dick, doll. You’re the boss here.”

You sank heavy into his lap and grinded onto your new favorite of Dean’s fingers. “Harder,” you demanded.

You felt yourself tense, the trickle of wetness that came before the blessed release, and finally the pulsing completion. Dean’s voice murmured to you as you squeezed his dick for all it was worth. 

“Fucking gorgeous when you cum like that.”

You hummed out a whine and rolled your hips, thanking him and feeling him, stiffer than ever before.

“You just sit up there, I’m gonna—”

Dean slid down the chair so his hips could snap up into you. Startled by the new angle you grabbed the back of the chair behind him and he hit your G spot with almost divine precision.

“Whoa! Right there!”

“Yeah? There?!”

You were gonna cum all over again.

“Dean!”

“Hey.” Dean waited until you opened your eyes again. “I got you.”

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded through a blur of bliss and tears. Then Dean ground his teeth and came into the condom, deep inside you.

“Fucking fuck! Holy shit, that’s so good.”

You leaned forward onto your tiptoes, releasing Dean from supporting both your weights and felt him slowly slip out of you. You missed him instantly, but he had carved a place inside of you no one else could ever fill. Something told you, your body would know him always, even if you lost all of your other senses, it knew where Dean belonged.

And that is when you crawled back into his lap, this time with your hands pulling his face to yours so your kiss could tell him everything you couldn’t say.

“It’s okay, I get it, okay?” Dean rubbed your back as you caught your breath. After a few moments he breached the real question of the night. “Not exactly the most romantic thing, but I hope you know how I feel.”

“I know I kind of rushed your game. But, I just needed to get this out of the way. The first time. If I thought too much about it I would have chickened out or froze while you were otherwise occupied and you don’t deserve that.”

“I don’t deserve shit. Whatever you need, just tell me, alright?”

You didn’t say anything. Instead you breathed him in while you both basked in the afterglow, and let him rub circles on the nape of your neck until the bouncer knocked on the door for the next dance.

The extra days between gigs passed like they usually did on tour. But the nights, they held so much more to look forward to. Dean always had a bigger room, so his became the default for you to sneak into and out of each morning. Because as much as you wanted to keep your secret, you weren’t denying yourselves anymore than you already had.

“Four years, give or take.”

“Four?” You held up your fingers to demonstrate. “Or just for years?”

Dean pulled down your wrist and pinched your side for your snark. “It was after your housewarming party, when I felt it shift. There was that guy, the marketing director or whatever from Yellow Eyes at that thing in Studio City? He was such a fucking douche and I just thought ‘why do I even care?’ that he was giving you his number. And yeah, but, it took me a while to really face it.”

“Obviously.” You almost laughed at his absurdity, but sighed instead. It was your turn. You played with his fingers, your head resting against his chest. His king sized bed was wasted on two magnets like you.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a freak. And I do NOT want to overstroke your ego, mister.”

Dean chuckled. “It’s like that, huh?”

“Not like you’re thinking, it’s just. You’re hard not to love, you know? You’re just this big ball of genuine good guy, plus, you’re kind of hot. Have I mentioned that?”

“No, can’t say that you have.”

“Well, remind me later.”

Dean sniggered.

“Anyway! I just thought it was a normal thing around you, people just got sucked into the thrall. But as much as Pam flirts and as easy as you could have picked up half the staff at the studio, and with Charlie being gay—- I figured out that it was just how you make me feel, specifically.”

Dean hummed in thought. “And how is that?”

“Safe. Seen. You make me feel like the me I am is the right me. Always.”

Dean kissed your temple and drew you closer. “You’re fucking amazing. I want you to never forget that.”

You looked up at him and batted your eyelashes at him. “Remind me later?”

Dean broke, shaking his head and laughing at your call back. “I’ll show you right now.”

And he did.

The next morning came way too quickly, with an unexpected visitor.

“WAKE UP, JERK! You got four miles calling your name!” Sam bellowed from the living room of Dean’s hotel suite.

You groaned. “How does he have a key?! I don’t even get a key.”

“Cuz he’s an asshole and my emergency contact. Must have paid off the front desk. Again.” Dean sat up and turned to the side of the bed, his gorgeous shoulders on display as he got his bearings.

“YO!”

“Bitch! I HEAR YOU! Give me a goddamn second!”

“FIVE— FOUR—”

Dean rushed to his feet and stormed into the common area before Sam could walk in on you, half naked in bed.

“I said give me a minute, Sam!” Dean closed the door loosely behind himself, but their words still made it back to you.

“Uh— who’s that?”

Dean didn’t say anything at first.

“Dude! Bela has been nowhere to be seen. I know it’s over, but how do you think Trouble would feel if you got caught with a rando?!”

You had to stop yourself from laughing too loudly. Instead you stole Dean’s complimentary robe and got out of bed.

“I really don’t think she’d mind, man. Plus, we’re being careful.”

“WE?! Who is ‘we’, Dean?”

“Fuck this, I’m making coffee. You want a cup before we hit the trails?”

“No. You’re not getting out of this. You told me you were gonna stop screwing around back after New Year’s. Why are you messing that up, now, huh?”

“New Year’s. Wonder why that was.”

You pushed the door open all the way, seeing Sam standing across the room near the small island, with Dean still stone faced at the coffee pot, eyes flitting between you and Sam. This was like a fucking sit com, you couldn’t wait to see Sam’s face.

You sighed loudly, “what’s going on out here? We rehashing New Year’s?”

You slinked up to Dean’s side and stole the first crappy cup of Keurig coffee.

“Uh, Trouble?” Sam sputtered.

“Hey, Sam.” You tried to keep the smug look off your face, but it was just too funny.

“Sam’s telling me how mad you’d be if I had shacked up with some rando when the world thinks I’m still with Bela.” Dean turned and pulled out a stool for you to sit on.

“Well, he’s not wrong. I would be very mad if you did that.”

“Hell, I’d be mad if I did that,” Dean teased.

“Okay, cut it out.”

“What, Sam? Wouldn’t you be pissed if Dean was off being a rockstar or something?”

“Very funny. How long?”

Dean went back for his own coffee.

“How long, what?”

“Have you guys been—-?”

You looked at Dean mischievously.

“Been?” Dean asked innocently.

“Dude!” Sam complained about having to spell it out.

“Been fucking? Been hiding? Been happy?” Dean offered when he saw Sam wasn’t relaxing. He blew on the surface of the coffee as Sam rebooted.

Sam stepped closer and leaned his big hands against the  edge of the island. “Wow. Congrats, guys. Damn. It took you long enough.”

You grinned and looked back at Dean. “Thanks, we thought so, too.”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, but took the two strides over to your side to plant a kiss on you for that.

“Uh?”

“Shut it, Sammy. You’re in my room. I get to kiss my girl in my room. You can always wait for me in the hallway.”

“No, I mean. Still gross. But really, who are we telling? Because I’m guessing this isn’t a one time thing.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s more of an all the time thing,” Dean clarified.

At that Sam smiled.

“Nothing outside of the immediate band until the Bela announcement is okayed,” you explained.

“Okay, but Pam and Lee when they fly in and Bobby and Benny, though? That everyone?”

Dean set down his coffee and crossed his arms. “Sam?”

Sam shrugged unconvincingly. “Just making sure.”

You watched the two brothers as they held a silent debate. Then it hit you.

“What did you bet on? When or Who would know first?” You gave Sam the stink eye and waited for the truth.

Sam huffed. “Look, it was Charlie’s idea, okay? If you want to be pissy with anybody, be pissy with her.”

“Not helping,” Dean spat.

“You guys have been ridiculous. It was only a matter of time!” Sam tried to defend himself.

“Who all is in on it?”

“Uh, me, Charlie, Kevin, Lee just seconded Pam’s bet, because, you know—”

“Psychic,” you and Dean said at the same time.

Sam laughed. “Yeah, and uh, Patience, of course. Oh! And Nancy, Victor and Benny.”

“Fucking Nancy!” You mused. “Never count her out.”

“It is always the innocent ones,” Dean muttered, looking at you wistfully.

“So how much of a cut do we get if we let you tell everyone and you win?”

“Well, unless it happened in Vegas, I don’t win.”

Dean balked at his brother. While you chuckled.

“Serves you right,” you told him.

“Fuck you both. It was two hundred dollars!”

“Each or total?” Dean asked.

“Each!” Sam gave up and sat down across from you. “Anyway, I think Pam had N’awlins and Benny had Nebraska.”

You swirled your coffee, trying to get it to cool down. “Anybody pick here?” 

“Wait, seriously? Fucking New Mexico?”

“Hey! It was technically Arizona,” Dean defended.

“Like that helps,” Sam bitched. “I don’t know. I’ll ask Charlie, but only if you want her on you like stink on shit. The second I go poking around, she’ll know or she’ll weasel it out of me.”

“Too true,” Dean said. “Well? You want ‘em to know? Or should we keep it on the down low?”

“We can tell them as long as you never say ‘keep it on the down low’ ever again. What is this, 1999?!”

“You’re ridiculous,” Dean teased. 

Sam sighed. “Look who’s talkin’!”

You rested your head against Dean’s meaty bicep. “Go, inform the very few masses this pertains to. But tell Charlie I demand ten percent.”

“Each—- we both get ten percent.”

“Good luck with that. Gym later, then?” Sam offered.

Dean looked down at you and smiled softly. “Yeah, it feels like a brunch kind of day. If you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. Take your time, guys.” Sam started heading to the door. “Just text me when you want to meet up.”

“Got it. Thanks!”

“Yeah, thanks, SAM!” You hollered sarcastically after him.

Fifteen minutes later, both of your phones erupted.

“And Lee and Pam’s flight gets in at 11 at Will Rogers,” you confirmed with Benny over the phone, while Charlie typed away across the table. 

The time in Albuquerque had come to an end, and another show loomed on the horizon. Oklahoma City was not one of your favorite stops, but you and Charlie had made do, by holing up in a chain bakery’s lobby for a few hours of real work.

You played with the scheduling program you used for the tour and prayed their flight was on time, while Benny assured you that he had two drivers on stand-by, just in case they weren’t getting along again. You took another sip of your too-weak coffee.

Now that the band family knew about you and Dean, things felt more substantial, more consequential. Which made you think back to Dean’s little confessional on the bus after Vegas. About how that guy from the crowd of paps was the sadist and how they supposedly knew everyone Dean cared about. 

But mostly, you worried about Dean relapsing, for lack of a better word. You knew him, the good and the bad. You trusted Dean to do the right thing. But you also knew he still considered Cain and his goons a threat. You had to do something.

You had to help.

“Charlie?” You asked thoughtfully, once Benny had hung up.

It took you a couple of tries, but she popped out one of her earbuds and made eye contact. “What’s up?”

“You remember about the security threat in Vegas?”

“Uh, yeah, still pretty vague on the deets if you ask me. But I’m glad they finally let us out in pairs on our own.”

You knew today felt like a sort of vacation and her naivete made you realize why. “Well, I need your help with something and maybe if we play our cards right, we won’t have to avoid an entire city on the next tour.”

“Dude, spill!” She took out the other earbud and turned her laptop to the side, intensely invested.

You saved your work and moved your laptop over as well. “Okay, don’t freak out. But Dean was into some underground fighting syndicate or something. And the guy, the owner of the gyms made some pretty obvious threats against Dean’s people if Dean didn’t come back.”

“Holy shit! Is it the mob?! What do you do with bodies in Vegas?! Concrete boots and Lake Mead? That doesn’t seem very discreet.”

You gaped at your sometimes macabre friend. 

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I guess I’m glad you get the severity. Anyway, what the guy’s doing, the operation in general, has got to be illegal. What I need from you is some seriously deep dives on his dealings, dark web three VPNs level shit.”

“That’s not exactly—”

You held up your hand. “I know. It just sounded cooler in my head. Whatever. Do your Penelope Garcia magic and find me some dirt on these guys. But keep them off your scent—- and Dean’s.”

She had spun her keyboard around as you spoke. “You really think they’ll come after Dean while we’re on tour?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just know I hate seeing him that scared— or that guilty.”

“Yikes,” Charlie said. “On it. This wifi is way too unsecured for this, but I think I know where I can work on it later. Write down the dude's name and whatever details you know. No googling, got it?”

You held up your hand in surrender or allegiance, “got it.”

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Fandom: Supernatural

Rating; MA

Paring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Summary; Sam runs off after a fight with Dean leaving you and Dean alone and it's up to you to cheer him up.

Warnings; dirty talk, titty fucking, face sitting, oral (m/f), slight cock warming if you squint

N/A: This is not proof read at all and I know it's been a while since I posted something but this came to me.

Groaning as you let the hot water wash over glad that the hunt was over. Things had gone all wrong and now it was just you and Dean. Sam had taken off after throwing one of his tantrums. You knew Dean was upset about Sam leaving and you had an idea to help him relax. After your shower, you find your lace boy shorts and one of Dean's shirts and head out to the sitting room in the bunker, where you find Dean with a glass in his hand.

“Dean? Baby, let me help you relax,” you say, laying your hands on his shoulders and kissing his neck softly, making him groan. You feel his rough hand grab yours and lead you to stand in front of him.

“Fuck baby, you are so beautiful,” he says, leaning forward, his rough hands rubbing up your thighs, and your hands go into his hair. Dean leans back and takes you with him, having you straddle him, and his hands go to your hips.

“And I'm all yours, Dean,” you say softly, leaning down to kiss him softly. You moan as you feel his rough fingers go around your neck, and he pulls you back to look at him.

“All mine huh? My good girl?” He growls softly, his eyes never leaving yours, and you rock your hips lightly. Dean's free hand on your hip tightens and helps you rock your hips.

“Yes, Dean, all yours,” you moan as his hand reaches down to grab onto your ass. Dean pulls you down kisses you deeply and nips at your lip making you moan and open your mouth

“Show me how much of a good girl you are for me,” he says against your lips. You lean back and take off your shirt leaving you in only your underwear and Dean takes a moment to lean down and sucks a nipple into his mouth making you moan and arch your back into him. He finally lets you go and he leans back and takes his shirt off. You lick your lips and push him back into the chair and you leave a trail of bites and kisses down his body till you reach his pants.

“I have wanted to suck you off in this chair for a long time” you say up at him from your spot on the floor as you undo his pants and Dean chuckles that turns into a groan when he feels your hot little hand wrapped around him slowly stroking him.

“Go ahead sweetheart suck me” he says, threading his fingers in your hair as you wrap your lips around the head of his leaking cock and you watch as Dean's head falls back on the chair and he moans as you take him down your throat sucking him just how he likes it.

“I wanna try something” you say as you get on your knees even closer to his cock than before. Dean watches you as you jack him off, only stopping to let a glob of spit slide out of your mouth and down his cock and he groans.

“Fuck baby yes” he groans an you let him go for a moment only to grab each breast and slide his cock in-between then and you lick the tip.

“Can I titty fuck you daddy?” You ask looking up at him sweetly. You can feel him throb and you lick the tip and moan at his taste on your tongue.

“Holy fuck yes baby fuck my cock with your tits” he groans as you rub up and down your chin and upper body covered in precum and spit and you suck on him as you move and you could tell Dean was close by the way he grabbed your head and held you still as he fucked your throat making you moan and rub his balls till he cums down your throat.

“Feel better?” You ask with a grin as you look up at him as you clean yourself off with the shirt and Dean pulls you up kissing you deeply not giving you a chance to open for him as he shoves his tounge down your throat and you kiss back your fingers tug in his hair.

“I'm not done with you yet” he says, grabbing you and standing up carrying you to the bed.

“Dean please don't make me wait” you whine as he takes off his jeans and strokes his hard cock. You bite your lip and grab your nipple pulling and rubbing it sending little shocks through your body.

“Take those off and show me what's mine” Dean growls his hand spreading up as he watches you take off the soaked panties and you open your legs for him to see your soaked cunt.

“This what you want to see daddy? Wanna see how soaked I am just from sucking you off?” You moan rubbing your clit as you watch him jerk himself off and without warning your hand is removed and he smacks your cunt making you cry out.

“I did say you could do that, now come here” he growls as he lays on his back and grabs you placing your soaked cunt over his mouth. Dean loved to eat you out and would do it 24/7 if he could and he wasts no time pulling your cunt flush to his face and you cry out.

“Ah fuck dean I love when you eat my pussy! Fuck oh God! Oh Dean” you moan and cry out not caring about being quiet since it was just you two. Dean pulls back and you lock eyes with his as he sucks on your clit sending you over the edge and you cum hard squirting all over his face. Dean lays you on your back in the bed and kisses up your body stopping at your breasts to kiss and suck on them.

“Spread your legs for me baby I need to feel you make a mess on me” he says as he nips your ear lobe making you moan and you spread your legs wrapping them around him as he kisses you.

“Don't be gentle Dean I can take it” you say huskily as you pull him in for a deep kiss as he enters you making you both moan at the feeling.

“Ah fuck baby always so tight” he groans an you tighten around him making him snarl. Dean's hand goes around your throat lightly as he fucks you deep and hard your nails leaving marks on his back as you keep eye contact as he pounds into you.

“Ah Dean more! Bite me! Claw me! Fuck me good and Raw!” You moan huckly into his ear before you bite into his neck leaving a mark behind and he snarls as his thrusts gets harder.

“You want it rough? Huh? I'll give it to you rough” he growls his normal bright green eyes where almost black with lust as he pulls out and flips you over till your on your hands and knees. Dean smacks your ass hard before grabbing a handful of hair pulling you flush to his body.

“Fuck yes use me” you moan high on the feeling Dean was giving you, he was the only one who could. Deans shoves his cock back into you as he fucks you roughly his hold on your hair keeping you in place where he wanted as he fucked you. A loud smack is heard throughout the room as he smacks your ass.

“More! Oh fuck im gonna cum” you cry out pushing back meeting his thrusts taking him even deeper.

“Not yet” he he breaths heavily pulling out and flipping you back over into your back. He leans down an kisses you as he enters you picking up the same pace, your nails leaving marks in his back as he fucks you hard and deep his mouth sucking and biting your neck up to your ear.

“Dean please I can't” you moan your body burning up as you fought to keep from coming. Dean groans as you tighten around him his thrusts getting sloppy.v

“Cum for me? Fucking squirt for me baby” he growls in your ear and you cum hard your body is flooded with the high that only Dean can give you as you cum all over Dean and the bed.

You have no clue how long you had laid there blinking into space as your world slowly comes back around you.

“There's my good girl” says softly as he holds you. In your time of bliss Dean had cleaned you up and crawled into bed with you.

“I blacked out?” You ask confused at the missing moments leading up to now. Making Dean chuckle and kiss the top of your head.

“Yeah you could say that, rest up I told you what I plan on doing” he smirks and you lean up and kiss him softly.

“Only if your cock is inside me will I rest” you smirk and Dean groans.

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“Don’t Provoke Dean”

Chapter 2

She had no idea where she was going, but her Omega told her to run hard from the pack leader. She knew she was faster than him, which meant he had to be smart or wait for her to get tired. She huffed, losing her jacket, she scented the air, searching for water. She moved around trees, avoiding bushes to prevent leaving her scent. Her human mind, still somewhat alert, began to question if she wanted to be caught.

She knew how she felt about him but was uncertain of his current intention. She was scared she pushed him too far and broke their friendship. Her Omega said differently believing this to be a mating run. She disbelieved the hopeful side of her. No one had ever punished her since she was packless. Being packless protected her from a lot of harm, but it also meant if an Alpha tried or did anything, there was no one to protect her or demand recompense on her behalf.

Every time she thought of Dean Winchester, her Omega would whine and whimper, saddened to be away from him. She had never understood the pull toward him, which had always been there. Since he seemed to not show any sign of it, she always assumed it was one-sided and just a biological instinct she ignored.

The run was making her realize just how tired she was of fighting whatever this was between them. She had never been afraid of Dean Winchester since they met. Right now, however, she was afraid of herself, of her Omega, because she wanted to be caught and had no idea what would happen when he did.

Dean, ever the hunter, knew after the first hunt with Y/N, they were scent-bonded. He never told Sam but wouldn’t be surprised if he knew. Sam was psychic and seemed to read people well. He caught her scent again and followed it. Her arousal became stronger, the vanilla becoming more buttery. The Alpha knew their situation was ideal: no wind and weather mild but for the humidity. He knew he could wait her out, but that meant she would stop simply due to her tiredness, he wanted her to want this just as much as him. His Alpha was a simpering mess every time she was near and he was done. Dean was going to mate her, and then neither of them would have this stupid argument ever again. She would be his Omega and he would get to keep her, forever.

Having hunted with her enough, he knew how she thought. He ran along the river, knowing she’d probably try to hide her scent. Oddly, once he was at the river, her scent didn’t lessen, it seemed stronger. He continued to follow it and after a few hundred yards noticed it weakened. He paused, scenting and tasting the air. He backtracked, thinking she must have done so as well. He was very wrong.

Once he was back at the river, where the scent guided him, he was knocked down to the ground. Instantly recognizing his Omega, he rolled to outmaneuver her but failed. She had him trapped in a headlock. He was getting too old to wrestle like a horny teenager. He was horny and knew his eyes were red. He was holding his Alpha from truly surfacing, worried he would scare her. He was a special Alpha who partially changed when completely in sync with his wolf. He was able to get out of her headlock and saw her.

Y/N was like him.

Her gold irises, beautiful in the moonlight that was making her freckles, somehow, glow. Her fangs had dropped as she encircled him. She had short, black claws in place of her fingernails and multiple tuffs of thin fur matching her Y/C hair on both hands, up her upper arms, and he bet it was along her back some too. Her scent wrapped around him: the woodiness of the sandalwood, the light, floral earthiness of strawberry, and the deep butteriness of the vanilla. The image of a sweet, floral strawberry rose pie on a window sill came to mind. It reminded him of the one Missouri made once, he secretly loved it but denied it when he was a kid. He inhaled his mate’s scent deeply.

Y/N growled at the Alpha. She was not some weak Omega waiting to be caught. No, she decided to trick him and get the jump on him before he did on her. Her plan worked perfectly until he got away. Despite her height advantage over him (being nearly a foot shorter than him), he was very good at wrestling and it was something they tended to do when bored at the bunker. She swiped at him, Alpha’s being quick to heal, his chest was already free of the mark by the time she’d knocked him off his feet and began working to pin him to the ground. He easily flipped them with his Alpha strength as his Alpha surfaced and he shifted as well.

Just like Y/N, Dean’s hands were covered in fur matching his dirty blonde hair that went up the back of his arms and down the back of his neck onto his whole back and down. His fangs dropped and he growled, dominantly, demanding her submission. She repositioned her feet and turned within his grasp onto her front but he kept her wrists in his hands. A wrong move for her as it allowed Dean to bite, without breaking skin, the back of her, pinning her Omega in place. Y/N’s Omega had no choice but to obey, and went pliant in his grip. She closed her eyes and waited. Her breathing came out in heavy pants. He carefully released his bite and leaned down next to her ear, licking the tender spot below and back of her ear causing a shiver to run down her body. Dean growled approvingly.

He nosed along her, placing sloppy kisses along her neck and inhaling at her mating gland. He licked and nipped her mating gland, increasing the scent of her Omega arousal. He softened his grip on her wrists as he continued to tease her mating gland. She whined as he continued.

“You have me,” Y/N’s voice broke with the admission. “Please,” she begged and huffed as she pushed her jean-cladded ass and thighs against his abdomen and pelvis.

He smiled, unseen, and kissed the back of her neck. Shivers ran down her spine each time he did. “Good girl.” She whimpered in response.

“Alpha,” she moaned, squeezing her thighs together.

“Impatient,” he stated, thrusting his leg between her legs. He leaned down next to her ear, breathing heavily. “You are mine, Y/N. I know you’ve felt it.”

She could feel tears flooding her eyes. He did. He did, and her mind celebrated.

He placed several kisses on the back of her back and quickly moved to limit his weight on her. “I’m sorry it took me so long to see, Omega,” he half growled and half whined.

She reached back, grabbed his neck, and turned her head into his face, attempting to nuzzle and comfort him. “I’m sorry…I…gave up,” she whispered, nasally from the tears she wouldn’t let fall.

He sat back, allowing her to roll back over. Her shirt and jeans were covered in dirt and grass stains. Dean figured he was the same but ignored it. It doesn’t matter. Red eyes met gold, silence encompassed them for several long moments as Dean looked over her face. Whatever Dean seemed to be searching for in Y/N’s face, he must have found it because the next thing she knew, he surged forward, kissing her. His arms wrapped around her, his leg returned between her thighs, and she reciprocated—one hand in his hair and the other holding the shirt on his back.

Dean pulled back, panting, gasping for breath. “You’re…you’re mine, Y/N.”

“I am,” she agreed, breathlessly. She whined. “Mate me, Alpha. Please,” she panted. “Please, Dean.” Her eyes searched his face.

“You’ll be mine?”

Tears began to fall down her cheeks. “I’ve always been yours, Dean. I—I—I love you.”

Dean passionately kissed her, mostly a gnashing of teeth and tongues. He slipped one hand between them, unsnapping his jeans and then hers, and pulled hers down. She wiggled to help, lips always touching, as he haphazardly pulled her underwear down in the process to where she had one leg out of her underwear and jeans. Dean smiled at this. She let go of his shirt and worked to help him with her jeans, and then when he leaned back, she followed him to help him with his. She reached in and grabbed his thick Alpha cock. He hissed at her touch and moaned as she pulled him out.

Moaning at the sight of Dean’s gorgeous erection, she laid down, grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled him on her, wrapping her legs around him. “Fuck me, Alpha,” she demanded growling.

His eyebrows rose in surprise at her assertiveness as he went with her, one hand behind her head, leaning on his elbow as he took himself in hand positioning himself at her entrance. He looked down as he slowly pushed into her slick shiny pussy. Y/N groaned, reveling in the stretch. He touched everywhere inside her channel, and she practically purred at the feel.

Dean grinned, surprised by her sounds, and enjoyed them. “Like that, sweetheart?” His voice was deeper, guttural, and dancing goosebumps along her skin.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Full, so full, oh.”

Dean stilled but Y/N gritted her teeth. “Don’t you stop.”

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled back and thrust hard into her, both moaning in unison. He repeated the motion again and again as he built up a rhythm, both of them groaning in pleasure. Dean watched her writhe on his cock and felt her walls flutter around him. Y/N’s eyes were closed, mouth open panting as she held onto Dean’s biceps, meeting him thrust-for-thrust, over and over and over. Soon, she could feel his enlarging knot teasing her entrance. She tried grinding against him each time he bottomed out, pulling a growl from her when she succeeded

“Knot me,” she begged.

“Hold on, Darlin’,” Dean panted against her open mouth. He thrust harder, forcing his increasing knot in and out of her. Shudder after shudder with each jab of his knot’s partial entering, until his knot reached full size. A handful of thrusts later, he pushed it within her and the pressure against her sweet spot pulled her over the edge. Her walls squeezed around Dean’s knot and he bit into her swollen mating gland, coppery liquid rushing onto his tongue. He growled, feeling spend after spend coat Y/N’s inner walls as she gushed, coating his pelvis and her thighs in her juices, screaming through her orgasm as everything seemed to go dark.

To be continued…Part 3

Part 1

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[my-proof-is-you]

I Know Places

POV: it’s you and Dean against the world.

They can take their shots

We’re bulletproof

And I know for me

It’s always you

In the dead of night

Your eyes so green

And I know for you

It’s always me

I know places we can hide

[ghosty-fics]

Dean Winchester- Comfort 

M4A/Gender Neutral CG Reader/ Kid Regressor Dean 

Use of Y/N

Names used: For Dean- Baby, Sweetheart, Kiddo

Word Count: 1,067

(I wasn’t sure what Kid Dean would call his caregiver. I don’t feel he would use mommy or daddy, but considering his love of nicknames, he’d definitely use a nickname instead. Sooooo with that said, Y/NN is your nickname based off your name)

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Dean couldn’t wait to get home. He was pushing the speed limit more than he probably should, but with the creeping fuzziness crawling into his brain, there’s nothing he could do. He thought he could make it home. It had been a long hunt and an even longer drive home. After dropping Sam off at his own home, Dean felt his headspace almost rush into place. His kid self longing embrace of his carer and the comfort that only they could bring. Although he was slightly having fun due to the fast pace driving he wasn’t allowed to do normally when in his headspace. 

As he pulled into the driveway, he couldn’t have parked faster. He grabbed his duffel bag and stomped up to the front door, unlocking it impatiently. As soon as the smell of vanilla and wood notes filled his nose, his brain fogged over, tears coming to his eyes. He dropped his duffel at the door and quickly searched for his carer. He looked in every room, finally finding them napping in their bed. He whimpered slightly, not wanting to wake them, but he needed comfort. He decided to just lay beside them. After clumsily getting his boots off as quietly as a little kid could, he shrugged off his jacket and layed down next to his carer, looking at their peaceful sleeping face. He smiles, hands shakingly coming up to pet their cheek softly before he fully buries his head into their chest, breathing in their scent. 

This small gesture wakes the sleeping carer gently, their arms coming to wrap around Dean gently. Their hand comes up and runs their hand through Dean’s hair.

 “Welcome home, Dean..” They say, sleepily, yawning, soon almost jumping awake when they heard Dean whimper. They look down at him, seeing the poor soft look in his eyes. “Oh baby..are you small?”

“N..no” Dean denies, voice light and childish despite his efforts.

They smile softly, placing their hand on the back of Dean’s head, resting at the base. “Oh okay then. Then I guess you wouldn’t want a bubble bath with a snack and cartoons after then. You know because you’re a grown up.” They tease softly. 

Dean’s eyes widen as he sits up, huffing, “No I want that...Please.” He says, looking away. 

They smile and sit up, stretching, “Of course, sweetheart. Come on.” 

With that, Y/N takes Dean’s hand and leads him to their shared bathroom, sitting him on the closed toilet. They lean over and turn on the bath, grabbing some bubble soap adding a few drops. Dean’s eyes light up at the addition of bubbles and soft gasps exit his mouth as Y/N pulls out his bath toys. 

“Okay, kiddo. Pick out three toys for you to play with.” They say, smiling at his excitement. Dean was careful with his choices, taking his time as he picks the best toys. Meanwhile Y/N grabs the softest towel they can find as well as a washcloth, setting them on the counter. After Dean has made the perfect choice, he puts his toys in the now full bath, proud of his decisions. 

“Good job, kiddo. Now do you want me to bathe you or can you do it yourself?”

“Um..I got it, Y/NN..” Dean says shyly, not one for help in the bath unless he’s hurt in someway. 

“Okay kiddo. That’s okay. I’m going to get your snacks ready, okay? You gonna be a big boy and clean up?”

“Mhm! I gots it!” Dean says happily. 

“Okay baby. Just call me if you need help.” Y/N says leaving Dean to clean up himself. 

After a lovely bath and playtime in the tub, Dean hops out, drying himself off quickly. He opens the bathroom door to see his pjs set on the floor, waiting for him. He grabs them and gets dressed, hands feeling the soft fabric of his Scooby pajamas. He runs out to the living room, where Y/N set out some snacks for the boy. Pretzels, fruit gummies, and some apples with peanut butter carefully sectioned on a plate for Dean. A sippy sitting next to it with his “juice” (water with a bit of juice since Dean refuses to drink plain water). 

Dean happily sits down, exclaiming a loud thank you towards Y/N in the kitchen, receiving an equally loud welcome. Dean grabs the remote, setting the TV on his cartoons. The loud intro of Courage the Cowardly Dog rings out as Y/N sits on the couch, letting Dean sit on the floor between their legs, head resting on the side of their knee. Y/N cards their fingers through Dean’s hair as he speaks to the TV telling the poor purple dog what to do.

Y/N smiles softly as Dean gets a bit frustrated at the TV, mumbling about how he’ll beat up Eustace for scaring the dog, “It’s okay kiddo. Courage is tough. He’ll always win in the end.” 

“Yeah but he needs a beating for hurting him.”

“I know, sweetheart. But how about a time out instead? Beating up isn’t good either.”

Dean seems to contemplate that for a second, nodding. “How old is he?”

“Um he’s old so probably in his 60s” Y/N says, a knowing look spreading on their face.

“Then he needs 60 minutes in timeout.” Dean nods, proud of his punishment he’s declared on the fictional character. 

“That’s right, baby. 60 minutes. That’s a long time huh?”

“Mhm! He deserves it though, Y/NN!” He says, huffing as the episode ends. 

“I know. I know.” Y/N looks at the clock on the wall, pulling Dean up to his feet, “Time for bed, kiddo.”

“What? No! I want more cartoons.” He huffs, crossing his arms. 

“No kid. It’s late and you just came home. We can play all day tomorrow. We can go to the nature trail if you want.” Y/N suggests as they are cleaning up Dean’s mess, putting everything in the kitchen. 

Dean's eyes light up at this suggestion, “Okay! You promise?”

“Yes bud, I promise. Now come on.” Y/N leads Dean over to their bedroom, laying him down on the bed before laying down to hold him close to their chest. 

Dean cuddles up to them, smiling. His body relaxes, his breaths evening out after a while of soft humming from Y/N. Y/N soon joined him in deep slumber after kissing his forehead gently. 

“Good night, kid. Love you.”

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One Night Standards (Dean X Reader)

Being a hunter was hard and rewarding when you saved someone or stopped a monster but it was incredibly lonely. Loneliness like that could make some ruthless. So one night stands were usually the way to go when seeking an intimate moment. You were no exception of course. Do the deed and go. That's how it worked. And if the time was right you ever only slept with one person when the urge would come. And that was none other than Dean Winchester. He understood the rules of a one night just like you did.

No staying longer than a few hours to overnight. No sharing personal or emotional moments. No romantic gestures. No exchanging numbers or any form of contact. And most importantly no forming feelings. It sounds harsh but in the hunting life romance was an extremely rare occurrence and for most, it ended badly. You and Dean first hooked up when randomly meeting at a bar. You both had different cases in the town you were in. One drink lead to another and you had to admit he was amazing. At first, you two would run into each other at random times and just let yourselves loose with each other for the night. With Dean, it was safe and comforting and man was it the hottest moments you'd ever had. These hookups lead you to break one of the rules. No exchanging contacts.

You hadn't even given it a second thought. Neither of you did. Both thinking you could keep an eye out when you were in the same area and meet up for the random night of passion you've both unknowingly come to crave. Just getting that "wanna get a drink?" text became something you looked forward to upon finding out you two were in the same area.

Having sex with Dean was just pure bliss. The way he touched you. Kissed you. explored your body in ways that always took you way over the edge. It was like Dean Winchester was made for a woman's absolute pleasure. Soon without either of you realizing it the sexual moments you shared became deeper. More affectionate than a typical one night stand should be. This caused you yet again to break another rule unknown to you both. No spending longer than overnight together. It started off as a weekend here and there. But soon you were practically hunting with him and Sam. You went through a lot with the boys. Especially since you and Dean did most of the footwork as Sam stayed back and did research. Which caused yet another rule to secretly become broken. No forming feelings. When they started you didn't notice them at first. But over time you noticed, that you were being affectionate with Dean in ways you never had before. It started with cuddling. Before you and Dean would have sex and then sleep that was it. But lately, you would find yourself snuggled up into his side or he would have his arm over you when you woke up. Then when you two were saying goodbye you would either hug him or he would kiss your cheek. Then more intimate and caring touches happened from giving each other massages when one was sore from a hunt or Dean holding you on the rare occasion you would break down after a rather stressful than usual day.

Then you two started talking. Sharing things and opening up to each other. It flowed so naturally between the two of you. No matter if it was serious or silly it just felt so natural. You kept telling yourself none of it was serious. Then it happened. One night while you and Dean were getting cozy and talking sweetly to each other he made you giggle and three little words slipped right out. Your eyes widened as did Dean's. You panicked and hurried out of the hotel room before he could respond. You ran down the street to the little diner you guys passed on the way to the hotel. You just sat there at a booth for a while sipping on a cup of coffee. You felt so stupid. How could you let that slip out? how could you let yourself fall? You knew better! You sat there scolding yourself until you felt a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder. You looked up and met the bright green eyes you'd come to love getting lost in. He softly smiled at you as he slid into the seat across from you.

You rambled an apology but Dean silenced it by gently grabbing your hand. He looked at you softly and it oddly helped calm you. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a feather light kiss on your knuckles before repeating those same three words back. "I love you too,".

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Baby Makin' Music

Dean is a cheesy romantic who wants to dance with his girl no matter who's watching or where they are.

A/N: I was waiting outside of a deli for a sandwich and some car was *bumpin* Al Green. Because the Winchesters live in my head lately, this popped up and I immediately started typing on my phone.

Have some cheesy Dean.

I don't think I've put much of my writing on tumblr... I'm definitely not putting original stuff on here directly, cuz fuck AI scrubbers. But here's a link to something sweet and silly I wrote a few months into the pandemic 💜

“Dance with me.” 

I look up from my phone to find Dean holding out a hand, cheeks pink under his freckles. The oozing sax of a slow R&B song registers in my ears.

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[saintfaux]

[stusbunker]

*Dreamy sigh*

To be able to be the one who gives him some peace, that's the dream.

No Words

A/N: Early today Beka said she liked the back of Dean’s neck. I said something about shoulders, then I somehow spewed this out. I’m not sure what came over me, but I kinda love it. It is super different for me, so please let me know what you think. I hope you guys like it. 

Words: 756

Warnings: Just a little hurt/comfort. Not beta’d

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To say the hunt was a rough one was an understatement bordering on insulting, it had left both you and Dean drained, physically and emotionally. Dean wanted to hit the road right after, not wanting to stay in the town any longer than he had to, as if the weight of the past few days would be lighter the farther away you were. You couldn’t find any arguments, so after cleaning up as quickly as possible the two of you loaded the Impala and set off back home.

That was four hours ago. Now, the rain was picking up and starting to freeze. It wasn’t home, but the roadside motel you saw would have to be comfortable enough for the night. You barely spoke to one another. No matter what was said it felt flimsy, foreign on tongues that knew hearts and minds were too heavy for words.

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[impala-dreamer]

Legendary & Momentary

A Supernatural Story

~Two strangers meet again; two memories collide. Will things be different this time? Will there be more to their story or just a long overdue kiss goodbye?~

Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC  

5,356 Words

NSFW. Show-Level Violence and Blood. Intimate Relations. Angst. Bittersweet Romance.

This fills "The Night They Met" square on @jacklesversebingo, and "First Time" on my Dreamer Bingo... hope you enjoy

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The bell chimed above the old red door and Y/N looked up from the counter.

She was filthy and tired. Her apron was covered in the greasy remnants from the lunch rush and her jeans were stained by a spilled cup of lukewarm coffee that she never got to drink. She pressed the tip of her pen to Mr. Taylor’s check and tried to finish calculating the tax when she saw him.

He walked through the door like no time had passed.

His hair was still stuck up in that familiar way that made it seem like he ran his hand through it constantly. His jeans were still ripped even though they fit a little bit tighter. The leather jacket was gone and his face held a few more lines than she remembered, but there was no doubt in her mind that it was him.

Dean Winchester.

Her breath caught and the pen moved across the thin green paper all on its own, leaving behind a smudged blue line.

“Shit!”

He didn’t look over, didn’t see her staring in awe.

Quickly, she tallied up the total and ripped the paper free. Mr. Taylor was still working on his tenth cup of coffee and she tucked the bill beneath the stainless steel creamer cup.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said with a distracted smile.

Dean scanned the small diner and paused on her face. He smiled passively and pointed to a booth by the window.

Startled and a little hurt by the lack of recognition in his eyes, Y/N simply nodded.

“Be- uh-” She cleared her throat and took a breath. “Be right there!”

Dean waved a hand her way as he slid into the long bench seat. “Take your time, Sweetheart.” The vinyl crackled and the springs creaked beneath him as he settled in the middle and set his elbows on the table. He clasped his hands as if in prayer and pressed his forehead to his knuckles.

Y/N tried not to stare but it was hard to blink, hard to move, hard to do anything but gawk at the man she’d once loved.

OK, maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something legendary.

At least to her.

She was freezing and terrified; lost to the daylight and trapped in some unholy hell. The rough ropes around her wrists were too tight, ripping at her delicate skin each time she dared to move. The turn of her shoulders was harsh. It kept her arms locked behind the back of the hard wooden chair and it was enough to send pins down to her fingers, numbing everything from joint to tip. The beer-soaked rag jammed into her mouth made it hard to breathe, scream, or even stay conscious.

Only four hours had passed but it felt like twenty.

Two other girls had gone before her, ripped from their seats by hungry hands and blood-stained lips that dragged them off into the shadows of the empty building. She didn’t know where they went, only that they didn’t return. Their screams echoed until they failed, fading from pained, wordless pleas to the pale final moans before death.

She was the only one left.

She chewed on the rag, pushed at it with her tired tongue, and shook her head furiously, trying anything to get free. The cursed fabric mocked her like a stripped screw, moving only enough to give her hope and no more.

She kicked at the floor, pushing down as hard and tipping the chair. She braced herself as best she could, tensing her body inwards as the cold, filthy concrete floor accepted her left side. Her head bounced off the stone and bright lights popped like camera flashes around the edges of her vision. She felt her stomach turn with pain and then there was nothing. The cold wrapped itself around her and the shadows drew in close, swallowing her whole.

Time passed around her but Y/N was out cold. She dreamt of the bar, of that stupid jerk who’d caught her eye and danced so close. Of the smell of his cologne, of the drugs he’d tipped into her drink. She felt his lips again, sliding from her mouth to her cheek and down, lingering over her pulse to suck a painful little mark on her throat. She felt his hand on her cheek, holding her hostage to his lust.

Another hand hit her cheek, tapping gently, and Y/N blinked into the darkness, focusing finally on a pair of unbelievable green eyes. They reminded her of a thriving forest of deep evergreens lit by the golden rays of sunrise. She smiled.

“Good. You’re alive.”

The eyes came with a face that pulled back a few inches and captivated her addled mind. Freckles. Lashes. Crooked nose. Plump lips.

She shook her head. “What?”

“You gotta get up.”

Y/N’s gaze narrowed. “Who are you?”

A half smile, a tiny laugh. “I’m Dean.” He lifted her head, gently cradling the wound on her temple. He leaned in, glancing at each of her eyes, gauging the damage. “Can you tell me your name?”

She nodded and swallowed, clearing her throat. “Y/N.”

Dean smiled again. “Good. Nice to meet you.”

In a flash, she was sitting up again as he placed the chair back on four legs. Her bones rattled as wood hit concrete and her vision wavered.

“What’s going on- who are you?” she said again, not remembering his name or finding it a suitable response.

Nimble fingers worked on the knot at her wrist. “My name’s Dean Winchester.” When the ropes fell, he rushed around to help her up, extending a big hand. “And I’m here to rescue you.”

He beamed with pride and she laughed softly.

“You’ve always wanted to say that, haven’t you?”

Dean bit his lip and shrugged. “Can you blame me?”

Her hand slipped into his palm and warmth ran up her arm, filling her with a sense of safety she couldn’t fully understand.

“I guess not.”

“Can you stand?” he asked, closing his fingers. They were so long they nearly eclipsed her entire hand.

Y/N drew herself up and took a steadying breath. “I think so.”

Something fell in the distance. Metal crashed. Glass shattered. A deep roar filled the air, growing louder by the second.

“Good,” Dean said, gripping her tighter. “Because now we gotta run.”

Sam waltzed in like he owned the place, his long hair whipping in the wind he created when he threw the door open.

With a cocky nod at the waitress, he threw himself onto the dull red vinyl across from Dean and slapped his hand on the table, startling his brother.

“You sleeping?”

Dean sneered and dropped his hands into his lap. “No. I’m thinking.”

Sam chuckled. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Ya know-” Dean bit his tongue and shook his head, refusing to get into it. He was road-weary and exhausted, ready for a burger and a bed and nothing more. “Whatever. What did you find out?”

“Well…” Sam pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and swiped a finger across the screen. “Did some digging at the rectory and Father-”

“The where?”

Dean grinned like an idiot and Sam rolled his eyes.

“The rectory.”

Clearing his throat in subtle reprimand, Sam carried on, expounding upon the history of some priest who had died in the town in 19-something-or-other. Dean couldn’t pay attention. The waitress behind the counter had caught his eye and his brain was working in overdrive. There was something about her that was pulling him in. Something familiar and slightly painful that he couldn’t put his finger on.

She was pretty. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, her face was dabbed with what he hoped was flour, and she wore a tight navy tee that showed off curves that could drive any soul mad. There was a softness to her that broke his heart, a kindness that lit her energy. When she smiled, he could tell that it wasn’t real, wasn’t completely true. She knew things that other people didn’t, things that would invoke Lovecraftian nightmares in most, and yet, she kept herself busy in a diner in a little town in the middle of nowhere. He could see it in her eyes. It was a look you couldn’t lose once you knew the truth about the world.

It was a look he knew all too well. One that he saw in the mirror every morning.

She turned toward him with two plastic-covered menus under her arm and a pot of coffee in hand.

When their eyes met she froze. Dean could see her take a deep breath and he stared as her face etched itself in his memory banks.

His heart ached.

Y/N.

He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, there she was- just as beautiful, just as soft and enticing. He bit down hard into his bottom lip and let the film in his mind play.

“Where are we going?” Y/N was panting; desperate to keep up but exhausted from her torturous night. Dried blood caked her throat and fresh release bubbled like a thick ooze on the side of her head. Her skin was paling; her eyes were blurry.

Her hand felt so small against his and he squeezed it hard, refusing to let go. Twice, she’d stumbled next to him, and twice, Dean had scooped her up, unwilling to lose another victim to his own weakness and the monsters of the world.

Dean stopped for a moment and looked around. They were in a labyrinth of rooms deep inside a derelict factory with little light to guide them and no way to remember every twist and turn as they ran through.

“Uh… out,” he said, unsure but afraid to say so.

Y/N tugged on his hand and made him look at her. “Out?”

“Yeah. Out. We’re getting out of here!” His brow creased and his lips fell into a straight line. He was worried.

She shivered. “How?”

He looked around again, forgetting which way they had come from. “I… I don’t know yet.”

“Great.” Frustrated and close to passing out again, Y/N dropped his hand and spun around. “What is happening?”

Dean winced. He could hear the breakdown in her voice. That moment everyone went through when they figured out the worst day of their life was about to get way worse. He sighed and watched her spin out, sad for her but unable to do much until she worked through it.

“I go out for a few drinks and-” She closed her eyes tight as the night washed over her. “That guy- he fucking-” Her hands flew to her head. “He must have drugged me and then… he was…” Her right hand slid down to her throat, gingerly dabbing at the two tiny holes below her jaw. She pulled back and looked down at the flakes of blood that clung to her fingertips. “He-”

Dean watched her shoulders tense, her breath quicken. She shook her head.

“No. No. No fucking way. That’s not possible! It’s not- he wasn’t-”

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms, waiting patiently.

“Go on,” he urged gently.

“And the others- the redhead and the bartender they-”

“Mhm…” Dean shook his head slowly. He had found their bodies a few moments before stumbling upon Y/N.

“They’re dead.” Y/N grabbed her stomach as if she might puke. “They’re dead because-”

“Almost there…”

“Because that guy…”

Dean leaned in, slightly amused by the gears he imagined turning in her head. “Was a…”

Y/N’s frame went limp and her soul seemed to drop. “Vampire.”

Dean snapped his fingers. “There it is. Good job.” He moved forward to take her hand once more but Y/N flinched away.

“No! This cannot be happening!”

Dean rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry but it is. That guy from the bar is a bloodsucking asshole and he’s coming to finish you off. That is, if you don’t let me get you outta here.” Again, he reached for her hand, and this time she let him have it, squeezing tight.

She gaped up at him. “A vampire.”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes went wide as she stared off over his shoulder. “A vampire.”

Dean sighed. “I know this is hard to deal with but-”

Y/N yanked his arm hard and tugged him closer, frantically pointing with the other hand. “No! A vampire. Behind you!”

The moment stretched out between them like contrails, visible but nothing, there then gone, fading into the atmosphere.

Y/N stared into the green eyes that so often haunted her dreams. Those eyes she saw when nightmares overtook her evenings or when she turned her mind back to lovers past. The eyes she spent too long praying would sweep over her face just one more time.

Her cheeks burned. Her heart skipped a beat and then another until a pain in her chest made her take a deep breath.

He recognized her. She knew it in the way his lips parted slightly with surprise, the way he blinked a few too many times to clear his vision lest she be a phantom.

She smiled softly and he returned it, dipping down so he could look up through impossibly thick lashes and break her heart all over again.

Dean swung and the vampire ducked, springing back up to swat at Dean as if he were an irritating insect and nothing more.

The way he spun around was impressive. Y/N stared in awe as Dean turned on his heel and pulled a long blade from beneath his leather jacket. It was like watching an action movie. The slow-motion was in her head, but the sound effects were real and so was the machete.

“You murdered my husband!” the man yelled, his deep voice bellowing through the empty room.

Dean looked up from the ground and touched the back of his hand to the corner of his mouth, dabbing at the cut and fresh crimson leaking free. “Husband, huh?” He laughed and rolled to his knees. “Didn’t think this town had much of a gay scene.”

The vampire sneered, revealing a mouth of vicious teeth. He growled and Dean popped up onto his boots, charging forward again.

Y/N felt as if her feet were glued to the cement, encased in fear and indecision.

She should run, that much she knew, but something held her there. Something told her that running was pointless. If she was going down, she’d go with a fight.

When Dean next hit the floor, the vampire turned his gaze upon Y/N and her stomach flipped. Her feet magically moved and she rushed forward as if puppeted by some Hollywood stuntman. She landed a punch, but it was mocked by a deep, blood-thick laugh and a return that knocked her to her knees.

“Y/N! Just run!” Dean was valiant, coming up behind the monster with tight fists and a shining blade.

“I’m not leaving you!” she yelled back. She meant it, but the justification was blurry. She didn’t know him, didn’t really owe him anything. What was keeping her from running away like a spring doe being stalked by a hunter?

In the brief moment when Dean looked at her, the upper hand was lost. The sweet smirk was knocked off of his freckled face and he hit the floor in a painful crash of flesh and denim.

Moved by some fateful force, the machete slid across the floor and landed at Y/N’s feet.

Her eyes narrowed on Dean who could barely lift his head as cartoon birds circled in his vision. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and lifted the blade, holding it tight. Her knuckles turned white with the force and she reared back, ready to strike.

From the ground, Dean watched her attack. “Neck! Go for the neck!”

Feeling a step away from superhero status, Y/N swung with all the force left in her body. She closed her eyes as the sharp edge found its target and nearly retched when it slid through flesh.

The vampire roared in annoyance rather than pain. Y/N peeked an eye open to discover that the machete had made contact, but not much more, only penetrating about an inch into the vampire’s neck. She grimaced and yanked the handle, pulling the blade free.

Blood shot from the wound and Y/N gagged at the garnet fountain.

“I’m sorry!” she screamed, not sure to whom. If the vampire wasn’t pissed enough already, he was sure to rip her to shreds now.

As the fiend stumbled, Dean regained his wind and appeared at Y/N’s side.

“Takes a bit more force than you might think,” he said with a reassuring wink as he took the blade from her hand. “Gotta put your whole ass into it.”

Y/N hung back and stared while Dean demonstrated.

The vampire’s head rolled free from its pedestal and landed at her feet just like the machete had.

She swallowed hard. “I’m gonna throw up.”

Dean stood over the collapsed corpse and wiped the blade on his jeans. “Yeah, but you learned something.”

“Yeah,” she laughed, in shock and exhausted. “That the world is fucked.”

“Mhm.” Dean grinned and hopped over the body to stand by her side. “And what else?”

“Never half-ass a beheading?”

“Yep!” His wink was breathtaking. Even covered in blood and bruised, he was stunningly handsome and Y/N held her breath for a long moment.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Take me home before I lose my mind…”

He couldn’t help but stare. It was almost unbelievable that she was there. After a decade, how was it that they randomly found each other again? Had she always been here, waiting tables and waiting on him? Did some turn of fate drag them together again?

Y/N exhaled gently and Dean sucked it in, breathing in the sweet air around her: coffee and french fries, and a hint of apple shampoo.

Time slowed down for them both and caught in its warm embrace, there was no other vision but the gentle smile on her lips, no other sound but the sigh she let loose.

Sam broke the trance, clearing his throat and starting the clock again. The earth seemed to lurch forward and Dean felt a pit in his stomach.

“Um, yeah, hi.” Sam looked up at Y/N, trying to remain kind but annoyed to be interrupted.

Y/N jumped back into herself and set the menus down unceremoniously. “Hi.”

Her eyes never left Dean and Sam wasn’t thrilled. He rolled his eyes and turned over the ceramic coffee cup next to the napkin holder before tapping the edge.

“Coffee. Please?”

Dean wanted to kick him, to castrate his rude brother with a switch shot under the table, but he held back, content to get lost in the memory of her.

“Sure.” She shook herself and smiled at Sam. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to stand in the hall, Dean,” she said with a small laugh.

Y/N ripped her keys from the apartment door and stepped inside. The lamps on either side of a lumpy purple couch were on and the small living area was bright. She sighed, happy to be home, and then gestured for Dean to enter.

He nodded with a smile and ducked his head as he stepped in, as if unsure of the height of the ceiling.

“Someone else home?”

She squinted in confusion. “No?”

“Ah. You left the lights on,” he observed, pointing at the lamps. They didn’t match and the shades were dusty, but it added to the effect, casting a soft light on a room full of hometown memories and highschool dreams lost long ago.

Y/N toed her shoes off and shrugged. “I keep them on so the bad guys think I’m home. Guess I should have realized that bad guys are outside too, huh?” Her focus faded as she spoke and her fingers pressed into the wound at her neck. “Is- is this all real?”

Dean chewed his bottom lip and sighed. “Unfortunately.”

“How do I- you- I mean… how am I supposed to deal with this?”

Green eyes swept her pretty face. He felt sad for her, but knew she’d be able to handle it. She was strong. Not strong enough to gank a vamp, but not bad enough for a first try.

“Well,” he said, pursing his lips to hide a sly smile. “I drink…”

Y/N smiled. “That I can do.”

She fetched too cold, brown bottles from the tiny fridge. Dean popped the caps free with a flick of his ring and Y/N stared at him in wonder. He was a mess. His jacket was too big, his jeans were ripped and falling down. Blood was smeared on his face and his hands were filthy. Still, he was cute. More than cute, if she was being honest, and she felt her face heat up whenever he looked at her for longer than a fleeting second.

He cleared his throat. “Here’s to not being dead.”

Dean raised his bottle and she tapped hers against it.

“Here, here.”

The necklace around his neck was twisted, and Y/N reached up to fix it, gently turning the cord until the knot was back in place against the nape of his neck. Her fingertips brushed through the short hairs on his neck and Dean sucked in a deep breath of her.

“Apples,” he whispered, startling her.

Y/N blinked up at him. “What?”

“You uh-” He looked away, feeling shy, knowing his cheeks were red. “You smell like apples.”

“That’s my shampoo,” she explained, dragging her hand down his shoulders and across, making sure the small, bronze pendant was centered. “I’m surprised you can smell it, I’m covered in muck.”

“The blood just adds to it,” he teased.

Her palm pressed against his heart and Dean wondered if she could feel it pounding away inside. He wanted to reach for her, to push his hand through her hair and drag her close, kiss away the trauma of the night, and lay her down.

Y/N felt it too, that undeniable urge to press up on her toes and lick deep into his mouth, but nerves pulled her away.

She let out a hard breath and backed away.

“I should shower,” she said, turning away and shattering the moment.

Dean shifted on his feet and looked over his shoulder at the door. “Yeah, I should probably get going…”

“No!” Y/N gasped at her aggressive tone and laughed. “I mean, just- don’t? You can, um… shower after me. I’ll be quick. I just- I…” She looked down at her feet and bit her lip, innocent and alluring all at once. “I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

His heart ached. “OK. Yeah. I uh, I’ll stay.”

He should have run. Should have dropped her off and left. Why did he have to walk her to the door? Why did he have to step inside? Why didn’t he kiss her?

Y/N smiled. “Thank you, Dean.”

Y/N knew she was breathing heavily but she couldn’t control it. She tried to hold it as she filled the small white mug. The steam and her shaking hand made it hard to keep from spilling, but amazingly, she got through.

Dean was staring, she could feel it.

Was he going to say anything? Did she have to be the one?

Maybe he doesn’t remember. Maybe she got something wrong.

When she looked back, the green told her everything she needed to know.

Y/N took a long sip of her beer. “Honestly, if you traveled back in time to tell twelve-year-old me that vampires were real, she would have been ecstatic.”

Thirty minutes later, the entire room smelled like apples and they sat on the ugly purple couch together, clean and damp from the hot shower.

“And now?”

“Not so much.”

Dean laughed and drained his bottle. “I wish I could tell you it gets easier, but somehow, the more you know, the worst it gets.”

Y/N considered his words and took her last sip. “So this is your life? You run around saving damsels in distress and killing bloodsuckers like Buffy?”

“Buffy? No. I could kick Buffy’s ass.”

Y/N laughed. “Yeah, right…”

She leaned forward and took his bottle, placing it with hers on the coffee table. The big shirt she wore gaped at the neck and Dean tried his best not to look, only sneaking a quick peek.

He adjusted his own collar, tugging it away from his throat. Either he wasn’t breathing too well or the cotton was shrinking. “Thanks for the clothes by the way.”

Y/N sat back. “Of course. Couldn’t have you running around naked.”

His mouth went dry.

“They’re my brother’s, if you’re wondering.” She leaned back and hugged her arms around her chest. “There’s no… guy or anything.”

He had been wondering and now his thoughts ran amuck. “Ah. Cool.”

“And you? You got a girl back home… wherever home is?”

Dean smiled sadly and shook his head. Where the hell was home? “Nope. No girls. Just me…”

“That’s too bad…”

Her voice trailed off at the end in a sweet whisper that had him leaning a bit closer. The ends of the couch were too far apart, driving them both mad.

Y/N shivered suddenly and quickly rubbed the back of her arms.

“Cold?”

Dean’s voice was lush with concern and she smiled shyly.

“A little…”

He opened his arms and she scooted across the cushions to settle against him. He was warm and solid; so gentle when he reached his left arm over her shoulder. His fingers hovered as if afraid to land before gingerly falling to cover her arm.

She sucked in a breath at the touch and Dean stiffened.

“Is that OK?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah.”

His grip tightened; his breath calmed.

Y/N curled into him and laid her hand on his chest. It was intimate and delicate but Dean didn’t flinch. He closed his eyes and turned into her, resting his chin atop her head. Warmth and shampoo filled his senses and he sighed, content for the first time in a long time.

There were no screeching tires or screaming victims; no geysers of blood, no singed flesh.

It was peaceful. It was incredible.

Her fingers curled, bunched up the fabric of the plain white t covering him. She cuddled closer, needing him to take all the pain and fear away, wanting him to know how much she wanted him.

“You saved my life today,” she said softly as her nails danced across the dip in his clavicle.

Dean’s brain clouded with desire and he exhaled through puckered lips, trying to stay calm.

“That’s my job.”

“Another hour and I’d be dead.”

His arm tensed on her shoulder, drawing her even closer. “I don’t wanna think about that.”

She looked up at him, pretty eyes dimmed with arousal. “Me either.”

Heart pounding, he took a chance and dipped down to kiss her lips. It was slow and soft, dangerously electric. His right hand found her cheek; his thumb brushed over her lashes.

“Is this OK?” he asked, still somehow unsure even as she kissed him back.

Her breath swept across his plump bottom lip. “Yes.”

She tugged at his shirt again and parted her lips, dragging in a deep breath of him. He kissed her a second time and her eyes fluttered as sparks ran down her spine. He sucked at her lip, licked deep inside, whispered her name like a prayer.

Y/N against him and he lost his mind, shifting in his seat to push her back and loom over her. His hand trailed down her side and across her belly before slowly moving upwards. He pressed the flat of his palm against her breast and Y/N arched up into it.

“This OK?”

She laughed inside a moan and nodded. “Yeah…”

His fingers closed and she melted.

“Fuck…”

Dean kissed across her jaw, blew a hot breath over the outer shell of her ear. She tugged at his shoulders, dug her nails into his smooth skin, held her breath as he plucked at her nipple.

She was dizzy on his kisses, drunk on the heat between them. When he slid his hand to her thigh she sucked in a quick breath that gave him pause.

“Is this OK?” he asked again.

Gently laughed at his nerves, Y/N grabbed his wrist and pressed his fingers against her damp panties. “Yes.”

He rubbed a firm circle over her covered pussy. “And this?”

She spread her legs and nodded. “Yes.”

Through the thin cotton, he pressed his middle finger against her hole. “This?”

She shuddered. “Fuck. Yes!”

“What about-”

She stopped him cold, sitting up to grab his neck and pull his lips back to hers.

“What about you fuck me, Dean.” She licked at his mouth and his eyes glazed over with desire. “Is that OK?”

Dumbstruck, he nodded blankly.

“Good.”

She winked and his fate was sealed.

His mind was reeling but his lips were failing him. Say something, you idiot!

He couldn’t move, couldn’t even blink lest she was a phantom and he had finally lost his mind.

They hung there in silence as the eons stretched out around them. It wasn’t slow motion, it was worse. Time had stopped entirely. There was only the two of them, existing in a void of remembrance and hope.

Exhausted and sated, they lay on the floor, catching their breaths and fighting sleep.

Y/N tugged a crocheted blanket off the arm of the couch and fanned it out to cover them both. Dean bent his arm and tucked the throw pillow under his head.

Y/N snuggled her back into his side and Dean draped his right arm over the perfect curve of her waist.

Her hand covered his; their fingers fit together like the gears of a watch.

A watch that he’d have to check soon.

As if she could sense their time running out, Y/N squeezed his arm tight around her and sighed.

“Stay? Just for the night?”

He swallowed down all the usual lies; pushed away his father’s condemning voice calling him back.

“Yeah.” He pressed a kiss into her hair and bent his knees behind hers. “For the night.”

A yawn shook her and Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed. She smiled and wiggled against him, safe and happy, at least for a moment.

“We should get some breakfast later,” she sang, half in the arms of sleep. “I’m starving.”

Dean closed his eyes and wished he could stay.

Y/N’s breathing slowed and Dean laid awake, focusing on each rise and fall of her chest. He looked around the small room and wondered if he could ever really stay. Was there a chance here? A chance with her? Some magical new life waiting for him if he just took a leap of faith? Could she be the place he could finally call home?

No. It could never be. She wasn’t some ethereal beauty sent by God to tempt him away from his life. She was just a distraction. A beautiful, intoxicating distraction. And no matter what he felt in that moment, he knew it wasn’t love, it was comfort. It wasn’t forever, only momentary.

He was gone before the sun rose.

Sam reached for a menu and pursed his lips at the slow service.

Y/N blinked to clear her head. She took a breath and smiled kindly at Dean.

“And what about you? Can I get you anything?”

Her voice rang through him like a church bell, calling him back home. Maybe there was a reason they chose this case, in this part of the country, in this sleepy town.

Dean smiled and took a leap.

“I don’t know but… I think I owe you breakfast…”

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Spotless: Patetico

Chapter Thirty Eight

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Other characters:

Word Count: ~2700

Warnings, etc: Flashbacks are in italics. They've had a long road to get to this moment. Talk of shared grief, vomit, Lisa, Dean being a pushover as a landlord, the aftermath of breaking Cas' nose, and the end of the slowest of burns. xoxo Stu

Much love to @lastactiontricia for patting my head and lying enough to inflate my ego.

Series Masterlist

April 2005

Dean did not want to be walking through the Roadhouse doors, but the heavy oak swung wide all the same. It was his first time back since the funeral. Hell, it had been nearly a year since he had been home at all, and even longer since he had been to see Ellen. 

But when she called and told him she needed him here this year, he cut a deal with his manager and got his ass back to Nebraska.

It was like walking into a time capsule. Everything was the same. It even smelled the same, wood polish met with beer stale cigar smoke. But there was no Jo there to greet him with her brusk appraisal and her hidden playfulness. She was gone and the pit inside his stomach reopened in the blink of an eye.

“You good?” Sam murmured, the sound making Dean realize he had stopped walking, eyes still scanning the bar for someone who wasn’t there.

“Yeah, gonna hit the head— find us a seat will ya?”

Sam’s face told him he didn’t buy it, but Dean didn’t wait around for pity. He disappeared into the dark hallway that led to the bathrooms, which was another mistake. Because even there he had memories of Jo.

It was like the guilt had finally caught up with him, making him rush into a stall and wretch into the toilet. Stomach acid and grief burned his insides, leaving him more hollowed out than relieved.

But this wasn’t about him. It was about being there for Ellen. And so he spit out what he could and got himself cleaned up at the sinks before Sam came looking for him. By the time Dean made it back to the front of house, Ellen had found Sam. All five and a half feet of her had latched onto the overgrown mop and was squeezing him for all he was worth.

“Hey, Ellen,” Dean said, voice still rough from throwing up. But he, at least, had the sense to shove a stick of gum into his mouth in the meantime.

“Come here, you too,” Ellen insisted, practically shoving Sam out of the way as she brought Dean down to her level. “It’s so good to have you home.”

“Yeah. Sorry—.” Dean swallowed, unable to find words big enough for what he was feeling.

Ellen held on tighter. “None of that. Today is for celebrating. Not feeling sorry for ourselves, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She pulled back, but kept him in her grasp, her dark eyes searched his face for everything he couldn’t say. Or wouldn’t admit. She sighed, but let him go in the end.

“Okay, Garth will be here any minute to get things set up, but if you two want to make yourselves useful, start by hauling the long tables out of the storeroom after the bathrooms.”

“Sounds good.” Sam nodded.

“How many?” Dean asked.

Ellen smiled sadly, just one side of her face showing any emotion. “All of them.”

Dean didn’t even notice as the bar started to fill up, he was too busy with the manual labor to press the flesh. He was also hesitant to update anybody from his hometown on his music career which was hanging on by a thread at any given moment. He was in no mood for small talk, no matter how earnest the initiator.

“I’m gonna get something to drink, want anything?” Sam asked as they locked the legs of the last table into place.

“Just grab a pitcher of whatevers on tap.” Dean wiped his forehead off with the back of his forearm and looked around for a booth to hide in. But there were people everywhere now and he really didn’t know what to do with himself. It was the funeral all over again, people looking at him with worry or pity, even suspicion.

He needed out.

With no sense of direction or health code ordinances, Dean rounded the bar and headed into the kitchen. Ellen wasn’t at the grill, she had outsourced the meal preparations to a local caterer. The blur of their yellow polo uniforms was all Dean saw as he searched for an escape.

He stepped out the employee exit and almost ran right into you. Pacing and smoking up a storm in the damp spring air, Dean almost didn't recognize you. He had only really met you the one time. Besides that you had still been in the hospital for the funeral. 

“Sorry!”

“It’s fine. Just getting some air.”

“Yeah, me too.” You held up your cigarette ruefully. 

Dean surprised you both and laughed at your twisted joke. 

“Can I bum one? It’ll give me an excuse to be out here.”

You handed over your pack with the lighter inside. He took one and lit it, then handed the bundle back. It was quiet and it took a couple minutes for either of you to disrupt it.

“She’d rip us both a new one if she knew what we were doing.” You didn’t have to specify who you meant, Dean knew. 

He nodded, blowing smoke rings and watching them float up to the sky.

“She was always so easy to piss off.”

You sighed. “For real.”

“I miss that.”

“Yeah.”

Dean didn’t say another word, you finished your square and left him out there on his own. A long look and regretful nod was the only thing you shared for some time.

February 2010

“Look, I mean we definitely had some fun. But— there’s no way the kid is mine. I always wrap it up, okay?” 

Dean felt like he was going insane. You had barely gotten into the swing of things as Phantom Traveler’s publicist and then Lisa came crawling out of the woodwork with a baby and an open palm.

“Condoms aren't 100 percent effective. But we will continue with a firm line of denial until you’re proven innocent.”

Dean felt your doubt loud and clear. “Wow, gee thanks.”

“Don’t be like that, it is my job to prepare for anything.”

Dean held your gaze. You were wearing your hair just above your shoulders now, a professional bob if he ever saw one. He thought you were overcompensating or at least trying too hard to be taken seriously. It was rock n roll, no one should take themselves that seriously.

“Okay, Trouble, we will just have to wait and see who's right in the end.”

“Please, don't call me that.”

“Nuh-uh, I think Ellen was right. You're trouble and people should be warned about you up front.”

You rolled your eyes. “Real mature.”

Dean smacked his lips and batted his eyelashes at you. “I think I’m adorable.”

“You’re a real beauty queen alright. Anything else you need from us? Or can I take this idjit back to rehearsal?” Bobby cut the banter off before Dean could really get under your skin.

“He’s all yours,” you said knowingly.

Dean wanted to have the last word, but sometimes the words wouldn’t come out when he needed them most. Instead he watched you gather your messenger bag and your phone before heading outside to find yourself a ride. He almost didn’t believe it when Sam told him you still wouldn’t drive. But after a few months, and probably a third of your income spent on transportation, Dean knew you’d made your peace with it.

Maybe he shouldn’t be such a dick so often.

September 2013

Dean handed you the keys.

“Rent’s due first of the month?” you asked.

“Whenever, honestly, I’m not that much of a stickler and what’s Sam’s is mine.”

You both didn’t mention that Dean and Charlie had been monitoring Sam’s spending closer than Ebenezer Scrooge since he got out of rehab.

“Anything else I should know?” you asked, clearly nervous to have the responsibility of a whole house on your own.

“Uh, Malcolm and Tamara next door are great, think they introduced themselves when we first backed the truck in.” Dean tried to think. “Garbage schedule is still on the fridge. And, yeah, don’t burn the place down.”

“I’ll do my best.” You held up your hand in the scout’s pledge.

“Is there anything else you need help setting up? I don’t have to meet up with Benny until like seven for the Dodgers game.”

“Nah, get out of here. I’m good.”

Just then Sam laid on the horn from the driveway.

“Guess that’s my cue.” You walked him to the backdoor and watched him go.

“Thanks again!”

Dean held his hand up over his head in a wave without looking back. He then flipped Sam off for sitting in the driver’s seat and being such an impatient infant. And then crawled into his baby.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah, just making sure she had everything.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “She can call if she has any questions, man.”

Dean shrugged and reached along the bench seat to watch as he backed up. He felt Sam’s eyes on him for another mile and a half. He ignored his brother and tried to downplay how he was nervous leaving you alone. 

It was a safe neighborhood. You’d be fine.

Dean just needed to get over himself.

May 2017

Dean found his way back to his hotel room sometime after four in the morning. His knuckles were still raw from their run in with Cas’ face and all he wanted to do was pass out and forget any of it even happened. The alcohol and absinthe in his system had started to dwindle and he needed a soft landing before the hangover crept in.

Instead, he found you waiting for him on the couch of his suite. Shoes off and tucked under a blanket, you were half asleep watching some 80s B movie on cable.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Waiting for your sorry ass.”

“K. Well, I’m going to bed.”

The television turned off behind him, leaving the room in looming silence.

“The tour’s over, Dean.”

He turned to look at you like you were crazy. You kind of were. “It’s just one show! We can reschedule.”

You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. “No. Cas left. Everyone decided it’s for the best.”

Dean inhaled and rubbed his barely scabbed-over knuckles. “It’s my fucking band. They don’t get to make a decision like that.”

“Tough.”

Dean let that hit. It didn’t make sense, so he latched onto the next thing he could. Lashing out with his tongue instead of his fists, “why’d they send you to be the messenger?”

“They didn’t. They’re planning on bum rushing you in the morning. I thought you’d appreciate the head’s up.” You eyed him and dropped your arms. “I guess I was wrong. See you later, Dean.”

He chewed over a few choice words, but in the end he let you leave, too ashamed and disgusted with himself to even spread the misery. 

Why’d you always know what was best for him when he didn’t even know himself?!

Now (March 2018):

Of all the cruel and condescending things Dean thought about himself over the years, he didn't actually believe he was an idiot. But that was the only explanation he had currently that made sense. There you stood curled in on yourself outside a no name truck stop on the way to Albuquerque, sniffling with your headphones hanging around your neck, asking him if ‘Pushing Through’ was your song.

“Whose else would it be?!” Dean said and instantly regretted it. That knee-jerk response just reiterated his idiocy. Because now you were full out crying.

 “Shhhhh, okay? I’m sorry. I thought you knew----.” Dean crowded into your space, brushing the hair out of your face as he cupped your opposite elbow, trying to soothe you as best he could. “Don’t be mad. I don’t have to keep singing it. We can change the setlist if you want.”

You shook your head and inhaled wetly.

“Uhhh— shit, no, I’m not mad. I’m— I don’t even know.” Then you looked up at him and Dean felt his heart thundering in his ears. “Do you— do you know what it sounds like? Like it sounds like a love song. And I just have to know. Okay? Tell me.”

Dean licked his lips, breaking the line of questioning pouring out of your eyes. The tears were going to do him in. He wasn’t strong enough for that anymore.

“Yeah, uh–” He cleared his throat. “I figured that’s what it was when I was finishing the bridge.”

You sniffed, but seemed to be calming down now you had a clear objective. “Which was when?”

Dean scratched his jaw and dropped back on his heels, dipped his chin, and let his hands slip onto your waist. He went for it.

“You know when we recorded Trouble. Ask me the real question.”

You blinked up at him with that little furrow in your brow that told him you were annoyed more than confused. He had messed with your momentum, but he really hoped you’d hold on and you’d jump together.

You picked at something on his shirt, a button or a button hole, but you didn’t meet his eye.

Dean leaned forward and kissed the spot between your eyes that had him so distracted. “It’s okay.”

“Did ya mean it?” You looked up at him from under your lashes, with a glare like you were daring him to lie.

He ducked his head down lower, making you look. “Every line.”

You honest-to-god stomped your foot and Dean would have laughed if he wasn’t frozen by your sudden movement. “Are you kidding me?! You cannot like-like me. I am a me. You are you!”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Hey, Trouble?”

“What?”

“It’s just you and me. No paps, no band, no Bela.”

“No Jo.”

Dean sucked in a breath through his teeth, “yep.”

“Dean, you can’t be serious.”

Dean didn’t answer, he just looked at you, his right hand went up without his better judgement and cradled your jaw. “Is this alright?”

“What? Oh– yeah, it’s, uh, yeah.”

“Good. I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Dean.”

“Please?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “If you must.”

Dean smirked, but then his lips were too busy making yours move. You tasted like lip gloss and then something faintly sweet, maybe soda. It wasn’t until you opened up for him that he felt you really relax. Balancing with a warm hand against his chest you leaned into the kiss, testing his tongue with yours.

Dean hummed and eased out of the kiss, opening his eyes and slowly brushing your nose with his until you looked back at him.

“Was that so bad?”

“Hmmm, I think we could do better.”

Dean’s face almost split open with joy. “Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

Then you were kissing him, lips soft yet urgent, tongue seeking him out. Dean held you close and tried to keep up.

You pulled back and looked at him like you always did, both fond and annoyed. “I can’t believe you. What are we gonna do now?!”

“Anything you want.”

And he meant it. It didn’t matter that they had a show the next day or that the band was probably waiting for you. Whatever you wanted, it would be yours. You already had his heart and you finally knew it. All that was left was to make you happy and keep you that way.

“Sit with me on the bus? I have some questions.”

Dean knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, but at least you couldn’t get too angry with everybody else within earshot.

“‘Course.”

You grinned up at him and left a peck on his lips. 

“Okay, let me finish my pitstop and clean some of the snot off my face.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re fine, but I’ll wait for you back at the bus.”

“Deal.” You nodded and bit your lips, like you were trying not to smile. 

So, Dean winked at you as you walked away, which made you walk into the door a kind stranger was holding open for you. He couldn’t take you anywhere.

“Sorry. That’s on him.” He heard you mutter and then watched as you disappeared inside the convenience store.

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Chapter 39: Lusingando

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Heya guys! I know it's been a minute but I am still here! Things have been super crazy. Anyway I do have a few fics coming out soon. I could really use some feedback.

Title: I Would Die Without You!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Summary: Dean leaves to say yes to Michael but you track him down. Things are revealed and smut insudes

You knew something bad was happening when you woke up to find only Sam in the room making you sit up and your heart started to race when you saw the letter and a jewelry box on the table with your name on it. You stand and rush to the table to grab the letter and open it and your eyes become teary when you start to read.

“What's wrong?” You jump and look at Sam as tears stream down your face and you look down at the jewelry box. With shaky hands you pick it up and open it, finding a silver necklace with the letter D with a devil's trap inside the silver D.

“He is going to say yes to Michael! I gotta get to him and stop him! I'll get Dean and you get things ready at Bobby's when I'm ready I'll call Cas” you say in a rush as you gather your things in a hurry. Sam looks at you.

“Are you sure about going alone? I mean Dean isn't thinking real clearly” he says making you stop in your tracks and look over at him.

“I know Dean, Sam he would never hurt me besides this is something I need to do alone” you tell him giving him a small smile and he sighs before nodding his head.

“Call if anything happens” he says as you walk out of the door, you had no idea how long it would take to get to him. You didn't get to think too hard about this before the sound of wings and your world span. When you open your eyes you're staring at a hotel door.

Taking a moment you look around trying to see who brought you here but you didn't see anyone but you did see the impala making you look back at the door before you and your stomach dropped as you walked to the door and knocked.

“Hi Dean* you say softly as he swings open the door and his body tensed as you pushed your way past him into the room and you close your eyes and the door clicks closed.

“(Y/n) you can't change my-* his words stop as you shake your head stopping him. You turn around trying to find the words to say as your body is filled with hurt and anger.

“You left without actually saying goodbye dean! After everything you just up and leave!” You yell and dean sets his jaw,

“I left the letter and the necklace!” he yells back making you shake your head in disbelief at his words.

“Are you serious! Did you even think that maybe I had something to say Dean! After everything did you not think I wouldn't have wanted to? I don't know, maybe I have something to say!” you yell and Dean sighs softly before he walks closer to you and you look up at him.

“That's the reason I left sweetheart. If there was anyone who could change my mind it would be you and I can't let you. I need to do this” he says roughly and your heart starts to speed up.

“Damnit Dean! I would die without you! You are the reason I haven't given up Dean! I'm in love with you I always have been dean-” you yell feeling your anger leave you, everything slows down and your world spins when you feel his lips on yours and you kiss him back just as deeply your fingers run through his hair at the nap of his neck and he groans and pulls back.

“I have wanted you for so long sweetheart i just wish i knew sooner” he says his lips barely touching yours and your eyes meet his.

“Stay with me Dean, we can find another way” you beg, Dean sighs softly before he groans and kisses you deeply as his hands travel down your body where he stops and grabs each asscheek in his hand making you moan as he lifts you up making you wrap your legs around him. You look down at Dean as he walks over to the bed and sits making you straddled him. You moan as you feel how hard he was.

“fuck sweetheart the things I'm gonna do to you” he growls In your ear making you moan. You grab his hair bringing his mouth to yours. Your hips grind down on his jean covered cock. Dean rips your shirt off roughly as you pull him over his head. Before you know it you are on your back with Dean over you.

“Oh!” You moan as Dean kisses and bites down on your body leaving marks as he reaches for your pants buttons. Dean looks up at you from between your legs as he pulls them down leaving you naked under him.

“Fuck baby girl you smell so fucking good. I have wanted to taste you for so long” he groans making you bite your lip.

“Fuck” you moan as your fingers tug his hair as he sucks on your clit and Dean wastes no time diving in. Your body fires to life with each lick and suck he made.

“You taste so fucking good” he growls and your hips grind up and you tug his hair.

“Fuck Dean” you moan making him groan as he slowly slides a finger in your dripping cunt without a warning you cum hard on his tongue. Dean groans as your hands slack in his hair and he starts working his way up your body.

You lean up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue making you moan, your hands run down his chest to his jeans where you undo them and he works them off making you both moan at the feeling of each other's warm skin.

“Are you sure?” He says hotely in your neck before leaving a mark. You moan and Dean pulls back and looks down at you.

“Please dean, it's always been you” you say to him and he groans. You bite your lip at the feeling of his one hand traveling up your body to lightly wrap around your throat.

“I wanna see the face you make while I make you mine” he growls hotely before he slowly enters you. You moan at the slight burn as he enters you.

“More dean please” you beg and he pulls out just to slam in with a force you were not expecting. Your nails claw at his back as he drilled into you.

“Fuck baby you fit me so good my good girl” he growls as he fucks you into the bed and your toes curl at his words and you become even wetter. “Oh you like that? You like being my good girl” he groans as you tighten around him.

“Fuck yes! I'm your good girl! Oh right there!” You cry out your nails dragging down his back to his ass where they dig in. Dean works on that spot over again till you're so close.

“Be a good girl and soak my cock” he says huskily as his thumb rubs your clit and you cum hard his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you come undone on his cock. Dean grunts as you spasm around him. As you finally come down you realize Dean had not cum yet.

“Dean?” Your voice is no louder than a whisper but he could hear the question in your voice and he leans down and kisses you deeply and he bites your lip.

“I'm nowhere near done with you baby, first I wanna see how many times I can make you cum for me before I fill you full” he says huskily and he chuckles darkly as you tighten around him.

“I'm your good girl” you grin up at him.

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