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soulless sam deserved to get his face punched down to his ankles at the end of 6x06 and you're wrong if you think otherwise
#HE LET DEAN GET TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE#god 6x05 makes my blood boillllll#mainly because brett matthews hates women badly even by spn standards#but also because of soulless sam and that fucking vamp scene
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just come kiss me and bite me
you were a vampire.
sure, it took some time for dean to get over it and deal with the fact that he fell in love with a bloodsucker.
was it against his morals and family values? absolutely.
did he give a shit? not at all.
and itโs not like you were a real vampireโwell, you were in the matter of drinking blood. however, for some unknown reason, you reacted pretty badly to human blood. it made you sick, your throat burning, your fangs itching and your tongue swelling.
a vampire allergic to blood? yeah, pretty pathetic.
thatโs why you could only drink blood from supernatural creaturesโwerewolves, witches, wendigos, hell even fairies. everything unusual and that had powers or whatever, was your dinner. so dating a hunter? a dream come true.
not only were you helpful, hunting down the threat with him but also you got your food intake. you werenโt harming anyoneโjust those who deserved it. and sure, maybe it was a bit hypocritical, a vamp going after its own kind but then again, youโd do anything to keep yourself alive.
however, there were times were you couldnโt help dean or you had to do something. so he came up with an idea thatโd ensure you wouldnโt possibly starve to death.
he learned how to draw blood and now carrying a blood bags whenever he went, heโd take his time in an alley after killing a monster, getting as much protein for you as he could.
and honestly? you found it adorable.
today was no different from the others. you went back to the motel he was staying at after running some errands, and immediately made your way towards the bed, falling on the soft mattress with a sigh. dean watched you, noticing the way you looked even paler than usual, your slow blinking, and the way even your breathing was close to concerning. with a worried frown etched on his face, he helped you sit up on the bed, making you rest against the pillows, and then he grabbed a few blood bags out of the mini fridge.
โhere. drink this, baby. itโll make you feel better,โ he said with a soft voice and a small smile, gently threading his fingers through your hair. you nodded and wrapped your lips around the straw, beginning to feed yourself.
dean watched you intently, and sure, he mustโve been disgusted by it, right?
wrong.
he knew there was probably something wrong with him and that he mustโve been insane, but he couldnโt help that he found you immensely attractive like that. not only, but he also got a massive boner as well.
there wasnโt a more beautiful sight to him than the one in front of his eyes right now. the way your skin was getting its less fair color back and the familiar sparkle in your eyes calmed his worries down. however, the way your lips were wrapped around the straw as you sucked, the way the blood trickled out from the corners of your mouth, going down your chin and throat to ultimately drip down between your breasts, and how your fangs were covered in crimson liquid, now in full display, as you let out a soft moan of pleasure with the prettiest blissed out expression heโd ever seen?
yeah, it was enough to make him cum in his pants.
he watched you intently as your chin was dripping with red, the way everything was falling on your slightly exposed chest. he licked his lips, absentmindedly palming his erected cock through the fabric of his jeans. he wanted to whimper because of how badly he wanted to bury himself inside of you right now, in hopes that youโd get that blood all over him.
you noticed him staring and quickly shied away. you turned around, your head tilted down as your hair covered your faceโsometimes you felt ashamed that he had to see you like that. you had these thoughts that maybe he found you disgusting and in the end, you felt like you didnโt deserve him. he was too good for a bloodsucker like you. you were a monsterโat least thatโs what you thought.
as soon as dean noticed your attempt at hiding away from him, he blinked a few times and moved to kneel in front of you. he placed his hands on your knees, rubbing them soothingly with his thumbs, a loving smile on his face as he tried to look into your eyes.
โcome on, donโt hide from me, baby. you donโt have to. you know that i love you. youโre my hungry little mosquito,โ he chuckled as he moved your hair behind your ears, admiring your pretty face.
god, how could anyone say that you were an evil creature or a monster? you stared at him with those big eyes, looking so innocent despite the blood covering your chin and chest.
โyouโre such a messy eater, sweetie,โ he hummed, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb and letting you lick it clean. you put the bag away, now focusing on him.
and that only made him want you even more.
soon enough, he stood up and cupped your face, connecting your lips in a needy kiss. you widened your eyes at first and pulled back, trying to wipe the blood off of his mouth in panic.
โdeanโโ
โstop. youโre so hot right now,โ he panted breathlessly, driven by desire. he grabbed your wrists and moved your hands away from his face, pinning you to the bed, and kissing you again.
he groaned into your mouth as you kissed him back, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. that was enough for him to start grinding his erection against your clothed core.
and in a matter of seconds, he was already thrusting into you, letting out a wave after wave of ungodly sounds, pathetically close to spilling his cum deep inside you.
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Wanna make out in the backseat of my brothers car? Sam Winchester
Summary: You and Sam planned on just making out but what happens when it leads to more...
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 932
Warnings: PiV sex, Clit rubbing, sensitivity, overstimulation, Kissing, hair pulling kink, praise kink, Sam being an absolute slut, established relationship, Car sex, Dom!Reader, Switch!Sam, Creampie
A/N: Strictly written for my wife @dollyfl1rt for you babygirl
You have been dating Sam Winchester ever since his last girlfriend died. You took it slow and let him grieve.
You two were like peas in a pod. Always together, laughing, hunting. It was always hard to go on dates considering the circumstances of a Supernatural crime happening all over the world.
Demons, shapeshifters, wendigos, and vampires. It was so much for you yet so exciting and exhilerating.
Tonight you and Sam went out for a little night drive in Deans car. You had to negotiate a plan with him.
Granted it took like two hours of begging, you made him crack. Now here you two were sitting on a hill in front of the city.
"God, it's so pretty, don't ya think Sammy?" You ask, staring and admiring the stars.
"Yea, it is. But not as pretty as you" He says with a shit eating grin on his cute features.
"You are so corny you know that." You say laughing in between sentences.
"Yea, I know." He says laughing with you as he rubs your thigh. "One of the many things I like about you." You compliment.
"He smirks and turns his head towards you shuffling his hand higher up your thigh.
"What other things do you like about me?" He asks. You turn to him and smile.
"I love your hair and how soft it is, I love your face, I love your jawline, and I love your lips and how soft they a-are."
You notice him getting closer and his hand going higher until there under your mini skirt.
His face gets closer until your noses are touching. "You wanna feel how soft they are?" He whispers to you.
He watches you squirm in your seat and you whimper. You frantically nod your head and he grabs your neck and smashes his lips on yours.
You moan in to the kiss and he stars rubbing your clit through your panties. You squirm and whimper at his warm touch on your soaking wet pussy.
"Y-You like that baby?" He whispers into your mouth. You nod and whimper out a 'yes'.
He loved watching you squirm whenever he touched you like this. All in your areas and making you all hot and flustered.
"Sam please, please I need you." You moan out, "I can't sweets, it's my brothers car, He'll kill us."
"Sam I don't really care, we won't have another time. Please Sammy.โ
He stares at your glossy eyes and finally gives in. โOk but this is the first and last time baby, we say nothing to him.โ
You nod your head frantically as a silent promise and he grabs your hips dragging you over to him.
You grab his face once your settled on his lap and he reclines the seat as you place your soft lips on his.
He is the one to moan into the kiss now. You begin to grind on him in a slow motion and he groans squeezing the flesh at your hip.
You take of your shirt leaving you in your black bra. He skillfully slides his cold hands to your back and in clips your bra.
You tough on Samโs hair and he moans. You keep tugging on his hair and he continues to moan out grasping your ass.
You start to grind faster on the rough denim of his jeans. You tug on the hem of his shirt so he could take it off.
He takes his shirt off and unbuckles his jeans and pulls the down far enough to let out his cock.
His boxers are being tugged off by you and you both are rushing so eager to touch and feel each other.
You pump his cock and Sam letโs out the sluttiest moan known to man.
You moan as you slide down on his length. He fills you up so nice.
You begin to bounce on his cock, your breast bouncing all in Samโs face.
He begins playing with your tits and throws his head back when you roll your hips in a type of way.
โFuck you feel so good! You fill me up so nice Sammy.โ You whimper out.
โYou gonna cum inside me Sammy? Please cum all inside me sam.โ You whimper out.
โShit. Holy~f-fuck, Iโm gonna cum baby.โ He moans out. You roll your hips, grinding on him nice and fast.
You bounce on him non-stop until you feel his cock twitch inside of you.
You feel him shoot his warm seed inside of you nice and deep inside your velvety walls.
โoh f-fuck baby.โ He moans out. You continue to bounce on him after his orgasm not letting up and he begins to squirm.
โbaby! Ahh~ itโs t-to much!โ He whimpers out. You roll your hips on him and finally stop.
He then begins to ram into your tight pussy from below you.
โCum for me now baby! Come one you can do it sweetheart. So wet for me.โ
You whine at his praise and hide your head in his neck and whine incoherent nonsense.
You chant Samโs name like a prayer. You feel your orgasm approaching and he chuckles.
โLet go mama, let go all on my cock.โ He whispers. You moan his name and cum all on his cock.
You shake at the feeling of your pleasure coursing through you.
When you finally catch your breath you look around and notice deans car windows are all fogged up.
โRemember baby, not a word about this, okay?โ He asks once again.
โYea. Yea I know.โ You say smiling before kissing him once again.
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You wanna keep arguing now?
Dean Winchester oneshot Summary: Reader and Charlie go on a hunt by themselves and it goes wrong. Now you're stuck in a motel with a pissed of Dean Winchester. Pairing: Dean x f!reader, implied Sam x f!reader (platonic) Warrning(s): NSFW, minors dni!, smut, angst, mentions of death, arguing, english is not my first language and I didn't write for awhile but my spn obsession is back and I felt the need.
โWhat the hell were you thinking?!โ
He was furious with you, you knew that. But after two weeks of being cooped up in the bunker you were starting to go crazy. So, when Charlie called to ask for your help on a vampire case you did not think twice about it. You werenโt exactly a full-fledged hunter per se, but youโve had some experience in the past couple of years. Youโve helped the boys fight demons, angels, even leviathans, so you believed you could handle yourself against some punk-ass vamps. Not to mention, Charlie was a friend, and you were bored out of your mind.
You left a note for Sam, took one of the cars from the bunker (well, borrowed) and drove off to meet with Charlie. What you did not expect was the case going downhill as quickly as it did. The vamps captured you, fed on you and were trying to decide weather to turn you or kill you, when he came barging in. He took the entire nest out in less than five minutes and set you free. Charlie broke her leg so he dropped her off in a hospital and was currently driving you back to the bunker.
You were grateful to him for saving you, of course, but you knew that he was fuming. He was driving for an hour without saying a word to you and you could sense the anger coming off of him. He didnโt even turn the music on so you sat there uncomfortably in complete silence, only accompanied by the sound of the car engine.
โDeanโฆโ, you tried to begin a sentence, but he quickly cut you off.
โShut the hell up! I donโt wanna hear it!โ
You took a deep breath. You tried to keep your cool because you knew you were in the wrong here, but the way he spoke to you started to make you angry.
โDean, I know I shouldnโt have left, but you and Sam were working your own case and Charlie needed helpโฆโ
โIf Charlie needs help, she can always call me! Or Sam! Or Cas! What the hell were you thinking?! Just leaving the bunker like that?! No note, no anythingโฆโ
โI left a note!โ you protested.
โWell, I didnโt get it!โ
โI left it on Samโs tableโฆโ
โOh, I see! Thatโs nice! So now you and Sam are keeping stuff from me? Thatโs greatโฆโ
You rolled your eyes. He was so dramatic.
โItโs not like thatโฆโ
โNo, no, no, you know what? Thatโs fine! You and Sammy have something going on, I donโt give a crap, but the next time your ass needs saving donโt call me!โ
โWell, Iโm not the one who called you, Charlie didโ, you said calmly.
ย He shot you a dirty look and stepped on the gas pedal.
โJesus Christ, man, slow down!โ, you gasped.
โOh, so you can walk into a vampireโs nest all by yourself, but my driving is too much for you?โ
He did slow down though. You spent the next thirty minutes driving in silence and then he pulled over in front of a motel.
โCome onโ, he said and opened your car door for you.
โWeโre stopping here?โ
โItโs a five-hour drive to the bunker and youโre still bleedingโ.
โIโm not bleedingโฆโ
โJust get out of the car!โ
You let out an annoyed sigh, but you listened to him. Truthfully, you were feeling a little dizzy. He booked a room for the two of you and practically carried you inside. He placed you on the bed, took out the first-aid kit from his car and started patching you up in silence.
You could tell by the look on his face that he was still angry, but his hands were gentle and careful. You were trying to think of something to say, something that would make things better, but nothing came to mind. You just observed him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes gloomy, but there was something else in them. Like a trace ofโฆ fear? Maybe.
You werenโt unaccustomed to Dean being mad at you and it was so easy to forget why he was that way. He cared. He cared more than anyone youโve ever met. As much as you bickered, you knew he loved you in a way, and that he was simply scared to lose you.
โDeanโฆโ, you tried again, โIโm sorryโ.
He didnโt answer. He didnโt even look at you. He just clenched his jaw harder. You took that as a sign he might actually let you speak now, so you kept going.
โI know I shouldnโt have left like that, and I know I screwed up. I thought I could help, you know? Charlie needed backup and you and Sam were busyโฆ I just thought I shouldnโt let her go on a hunt by herself. Iโm sure you wouldnโt have wanted that either. I was just trying to do the right thingโฆ Like you wouldโve!โ.
His eyes finally met yours. He wasnโt that angry anymore, but he was annoyed at your words.
โYou are not me!โ, he finally said.
Ouch.
Whatโs that supposed to mean?
โWell, maybe so, but any backup is better than no back up!โ, you defended yourself, โAnd if it werenโt for me, Charlie wouldโve gotten a lot worse than a broken leg!โ
At your surprise, he chuckled. Now you were the one who was starting to get angry.
โDonโt laugh at me!โ, you said firmly, โYou are looking at me like Iโm some kind of idiot! Or an amateur! I know I may not have been raised a hunter like you and Sam, but Iโve been through a lot worse than what happened today! I fought by your side against Lucifer and Lilith and Eve and Dick frigginโ Roman! Iโve saved your ass personally multiple times! Iโve been dead! Iโve been to hell! Iโm not some stupid civilian, Dean! After everything that happened, Iโmโฆ Iโm a hunter! Weather you like it or not! Weather I like it or not! I might not be your calibre of a hunter butโฆโ
โWoah, woah, slow down, hunter!โ, he raised his hands defensively, โThatโs not what I meant!โ
You blinked in a surprise.
โThen what exactly did you mean?โ, you asked, still frustrated at his tone.
He let out a silent groan.
โListen, I know you are good at the job. I know you are tough and can handle yourself. Even though today was a bustโ, he added in accusatory tone.
You opened your mouth to say something, but he quickly interrupted you.
โBut when I say you are not meโฆโ, he shook his head, searching for the right words. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to collect himself and finally spoke again, in a calmer tone.
โListen, I screw up too! Hell, Iโve screwed up more times than I can count! And youโre right, youโve saved my ass a lot! So have Sam and dad and Bobbyโฆ but if something happens to me, then thatโs on me! Thatโs my own frigginโ fault! But itโs my job to protect you! And if something happens to youโฆ I just couldnโt live with that!โ
You listened to him in silence, trying to figure out what exactly he was saying to you. A part of you understood. The guilt, the responsibility he was feeling. You wanted to help him. To help him with that weight he was carrying. To tell him everything is ok and that you understand. But all that came out of your mouth was:
โItโs not your job to protect me, Deanโ.
He flinched. Something twinkled in his green eyes and his voice turned cold again.
โI get it, Iโm sure you would much rather have Sammy watching over you but Iโm afraid Iโm all you can get right now!โ.
You raised your eyebrows in a surprise.
โWhat?โ, it was all you were able to say.
โListen, I know you two have something going on and the last thing I want is to get in the way of that, sweetheartโ. ย
You shook your head, and a small smile appeared on your lips before you could stop it.
Is that what this was? This entire tantrum? Was Dean Winchesterโฆ jealous?
โI honestly donโt know what youโre talking aboutโ, you said sincerely.
โSureโ, he replied.
โDeanโฆ Sam and Iโฆ weโre friends, thatโs all! I mean I love him, heโs like a brother to me. Like a big, nerdy, dorky brother Iโve always wanted! And Iโd do anything for him, just like you would. Butโฆ I could never be with him!โ, you made a grimace and laughed.
โYeah, okayโ, he said.
โWhy donโt you believe me?โ, you laughed out loud this time. You just couldnโt stop it. This entire conversation was so bizarre.
โBecause Iโm not blind. Heโs the one you always turn to when you need something, heโs the one you always call, text, talk toโฆ hell, you left him a note today, didnโt you?โ.
โWell, yesโฆโ
โLike I said, I get it! Iโm not trying to be a dick!โ, he said, โItโs fine by me if you have a thing for each other, Iโm glad evenโฆ you both deserve to be happy! All Iโm saying is, it would be nice to get a heads up when youโre about to do something stupid, especially if Iโm the one whoโs gonna end up having to save you!โ.
โDean Winchester, I promise you Iโm not trying to screw your brother!โ, you yelled out,
โThe reason I left him a note and not you is because I knew you were going to act like this! You would tell me to turn my ass around and come back home and if I didnโt you would come to get me, just like you did! And THEN you would yell at me just like you did! Iโm not picking favourites, itโs just that Sam is easier to deal with sometimes, thatโs all!โ
โOh, so Iโm difficult to deal with, is that it?โ
โHell yes, you are!โ
โSo why do you keep dealing with me?โ
โOh, youโre such a damn idiot!โ, you stood up from the bed in exasperation.
It was a mistake. The blood rushed to your brain, and you swerved on your feet. He jumped up and grabbed your shoulders with jungle cat-like reflexes. The look on his face went from irritated to worried in a matter of a second. It made you want to chuckle, but you held it in.
Goddamn, did you love this man.
โIโm fine, Iโm fineโ, you said quickly.
His eyes and voice both softened as he tried to get you back on the bed,
โMaybe you should get some rest. We can keep arguing in the morningโ.
You rolled your eyes at him.
โWhy do you want to keep arguing with me?โ
โTrust me, sweetheart, thatโs the last thing I want to do with youโ.
Your heart stopped for a second. Your eyes widened and you looked at him in shock.
โExcuse you?โ
He let out another sigh and tried to sit you down once again.
โNothing, just go to sleepโ.
โNo, no, no, I donโt think soโ, you said, shaking your head and turning around to face him, โWhat was that supposed to mean?โ
โNothing, Iโm just saying crap. Donโt pay attention to itโ.
But you wouldnโt let go. Itโs been months since you first started noticing the change in Deanโs behaviour towards you. When you first met, he annoyed you so much and as far as you could tell, the feeling was mutual. You really were closer with Sam for a long time and the only reason you tolerated Dean was because he was his brother. And because well, he did save your life a couple of times. But then you died and came back and Dean, wellโฆ changed. You thought it was because of the guilt he felt over your death. Metatron did kill you because of your involvement with the Winchesters.
But it wasnโt just the guilt. You two started going on hunts together, he trusted you, he talked to you and looked at you like heโs never done before. You started suspecting he might have developed feelings for you that were more than just friendship, but there wasnโt an opportunity to bring it up. And you wanted to bring it up. You wanted to bring it up so badly.
โNo!โ, you protested and looked directly into his eyes, โWhat did you mean? What do you want to do with me?โ, you asked, almost teasingly, but with a genuine desire to receive an answer.
He noticed the change in your tone and his eyes twinkled. His hands were still gently resting on your shoulders, making sure you donโt swerve again. He raised one of them and slowly brought his fingers up to caress your cheek. His touch was soft and warm, but it made a shiver go down your spine as if you were touched by lightning. You raised up your hand and gently placed it on his in affirmation. A small smile escaped both of your lipsโ.
You were still glaring into his eyes, waiting for him. Finally, his hand cupped your cheek and he brought his face to yours, slowly pressing his lips against yours.
The kiss was deep and gentle and warm, and it left you feeling breathless. You pulled him closer to you, running your fingers through his hair. He responded in the same way, sliding his hands down your waist and grabbing your thighs to lift you off the ground. You locked your legs around him as he carried you over to the table that was placed in the middle of the room.
He placed you on the table as his hands began exploring every inch of your body, his lips never leaving yours. Before you could even form a coherent thought, his hands were all up in your hair, over your chest, your thighsโฆ In the moment they reached between your legs you let out a soft moan and arched your back, leaving your neck so beautifully exposed to him. He took advantage of that and moved his lips down to your collarbone, gently kissing and sucking on it. You pulled him even closer and moaned again. His scent was everywhere. He was everywhere. And it wasnโt enough.
You started to unbutton your plaid shirt but his fingers were quicker than yours.
You smiled at his impatience.
โItโs okay, the buttons wonโt run awayโ, you said.
โI wish they wouldโ, he muttered, making you laugh joyfully.
He smiled and kissed you again, unbuttoning your shirt completely and taking it off you in one fell swoop.
You tried to unbutton his now, but he was already out of it before you could even try.
โGodโ, you teased him, โYouโre so impatient!โ
โYou have no ideaโ, he groaned, lifting you up again and crashing you both onto the bed.
He was placing hungry kisses all over your chest and stomach. His fingers then reached down to unbutton your jeans and you shivered in excitement as he slowly pulled them off you.
โOpen your legs for me, sweetheartโ, he said in a low tone, his eyes looking up to you as they were glistening with excitement and desire.
You bit your lip as you felt another shiver go down your spine.
โOpen themโ, he repeated.
You did what he asked, slowly spreading your legs as you felt the wetness and the pulsating sensation coming from between.
He gently moved the fabric of your underwear to a side, exposing you to him. His hungry eyes met yours once again as he gave you a soft kiss right between your thighs. You arched your back slightly and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him closer as he kissed and licked and sucked.
โThese are getting in the wayโ, he said quietly and finally took off your panties.
You couldnโt help yourself and another moan left your lips, much louder this time. This encouraged him to go faster as you were becoming a moaning mess underneath his tongue. The pressure started building and building and buildingโฆ and then he suddenly pulled away.
You widened your eyes in shock, desperate to pull him back down, but he pulled you up instead.
โIโm not done with you yetโ, he said quietly as his breath tickled your ear.
You groaned in frustration.
โNow whoโs impatient?โ, he asked with a teasing smile.
โGod, youโre so mean!โ, you said.
โWeโll see about thatโ, he said as he reached down between your legs again and started rubbing your clit. He then slowly pushed one finger inside of you, stretching you out and earning another moan from you.
โOh, Godโ, you whispered.
โYou like that?โ, he asked and added another finger.
You moaned again in response.
โAm I still mean?โ
โYes, you are!โ, you responded.
He pushed you back on the bed while placing himself on top of you. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. You reached out and gently cupped the growing bulge in his boxers making him groan quietly. You gasped in excitement. He was so hard.
He noticed your reaction and smiled.
โYou see how hard I am for you?โ
You bit your lip and nodded. Then you slowly pulled down his boxers and took him into your hands.
Youโve imagined him like this countless times, but you were still pleasantly surprised to see how big he was. You gripped him firmly and began to stroke his shaft as he groaned again.
You licked the tip and then put the rest of his length into your mouth, gently sucking on it. He moaned and tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer.
You sucked harder causing him to cuss and moan again. You loved the sound of it. Your fingers found their way between your legs, and you began touching yourself as you sucked him off.
He seemed to like that even more and by the sounds he was making you could tell he was close.
โYouโre going to need to slow down, sweetheartโ, he said in a hoarse voice, โOr Iโm going to cum without even being inside you firstโ.
You sucked on him a couple more times but then you let go. He pulled you up to kiss you, but you just pushed him down to the bed and climbed on top of him. His eyes widened in excitement as you guided his length to your entrance and slowly began to ride him.
You loved seeing him like this, messy and desperate for your touch. He gripped your thighs and moaned your name, his eyes staring deep into yours, begging you to fuck him harder.
You gave him what he wished for and began moving your hips faster and faster as you both cussed and groaned.
โYes, yesโ, he was whispering between the moans, โThatโs it, ride me baby, please!โ.
You were so close, and by the looks of it, so was he. You gripped each other closer as the pressure was building once again. You pulled his face close to your chest as he was about to come and finally, reached the so very anticipated release.
You held each other like that for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breaths and then you finally laid back in the bed.
He pulled you close to him as you buried your face into his neck, just breathing in his scent. You were laying like that in silence for a little while, not really knowing what to say. Not really needing to say anything. Until he finally started chuckling like a little kid.
โWhat?โ, you raised your eyes to him. โWell, do you wanna keep arguing now?โ, he asked with a grin. You laughed too. โOh, definitely! Just let me get some water firstโ.
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Too Much (Little Sister Version)
Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by @redbird-tf
Synopsis: you have nightmares of dying like Mary, and you start to get really clingy with Dean.
It started out in a subtle way. Your first nightmare had been vague, and though it had jarred you, it wasnโt enough to curb your day-to-day activitiesโฆmuch.
โIโm going for a supply run.โ Deanโs words had you looking up from the homework youโd been working on. โWeโre out of beerโฆand food.โ
โIโll come.โ You were on your feet before the words even left your mouth.
โItโs just a quick run,โ Dean argued. โDonโt you have homework?โ
โIt can wait,โ you insisted, already on your way to the Impala. โLetโs go!โ
Of course it would be Deanโit had always been Dean. Sure, he had his anger issues and his bad moments. He drank too much and he isolated himself when he was upset. But he always came back; when Sam was at Stanford, when dad disappeared, it was always you and Dean.
So when you started having nightmares about burning on the ceiling, Dean was who you turned to.
Scary things shouldnโt phase you anymore, not after all youโd seen. But this was different. Your whole life youโd heard โwhat happened to mom.โ Never any specificsโit was always, โthe demon killed mom,โ or โwhat the demon did to Mary.โ Nobody ever gave you any details; they always said you didnโt need to know.
So when you snuck into Deanโs room in the bunker and stole dadโs journal, you were in for a surprise.
The pages youโd read had been stuck togetherโit didnโt look like anyone had read themโand it took you a moment to peel them apart.
I went to visit a shrink todayโI thought he might be a vampire. I went in undercover, booked myself an appointment. I figured out pretty quickly that he wasnโt a monster, but I didnโt leave. It sounds stupid, but I actually talked to him. Told him about Mary. Well, as much as I could tell, which is more than Iโve told anyone. Point is, he told me to write down what happened to her. Every detail I could remember. I donโt like thinking about herโฆbut maybe he was right. Little Sammy asked about Mary just the other day, and I yelled at him. I still feel badโฆitโs not his fault, heโs just a kid. Maybe this is the only way Iโll be able to talk about her, but maybe thatโll be enough to keep me from going off on the kids. So here goesโฆ
And John had laid out every gory detail of that night, and youโd read the whole thing. Youโd always thought it would be better knowing; that it would somehow bring you some extra closure to know how your motherโs final moments went. You were wrong.
And so came the nightmares. The first one was fuzzy and indistinct; a fire, the sound of screaming. But it was enough to have you going with Dean whenever he left the bunker.
The second one was more vivid. It was also when you realized that it wasnโt your mother you were dreaming aboutโit was you.
It was so realโyou felt the demonโs powers slashing open your stomach, you felt your body lifting off the floorโฆ
But the worst part was the heat. It stung your eyes and sizzled against your blood and seared your skin. You tried to scream, but the smoke choked you and stopped your voice. You struggled to inhale, coughing on the smoke and crying at the pain that lit up every nerve ending.
The bright light of the fire left first, then slowly afterwards the pain. But you were still choking and gasping for breath when you sat up in your bed.
โDean,โ you whimpered, the lone word echoing through your empty room. You werenโt quite used to the bunker yetโyou were so used to the motels, where your brothers were right next to you at all times. Most of the time it was annoying, but right nowโฆ
You threw your covers off you, finally getting a hold of your runaway breathing as you padded barefoot towards your door. You couldnโt stay in this roomโit was this room that youโd dreamt of, this ceiling that youโd burned on.
You flung your door open and started down the hall, but you only got halfway to Deanโs room before you stopped. You couldnโt go to him like this, a tear-streaked mess in the middle of the night; he would know something was wrong, and then youโd have to talk about it.
You couldnโt talk about it.
A bang from the kitchen stole your attention and your breath, your mind wandering towards images of a yellow-eyed intruder. You tip-toed to the kitchen, peaking around the corner and breathing easily when you saw Dean rummaging in the fridge for a beer.
You slipped into the kitchen, heading straight for Dean.
โYouโre up early,โ he greeted, stiffening in surprise when you wrapped your arms around him. โHey, something wrong?โ
โNo,โ you mumbled, your voice muffled by his shirt. โGood morning,โ you added lamely as you pulled away, as if the greeting would explain away the hug.
โYeah, mornin.โ Dean shrugged, choosing to ignore your strange behavior. โCouldnโt sleep? Itโs only 5.โ
It was later than youโd thought.
โNot really,โ you said. โCan we make breakfast?โ You werenโt hungry, but youโd take any excuse to keep Dean close.
โOnly if you get the bacon,โ Dean said with a grin.
โI think weโre out,โ you answered.
โUnacceptable,โ Dean decided. โYou start on the pancakes, Iโll make a run.โ
โWait! Umโฆโ you wracked your brain for an excuse. โUm, the pancakes can wait, Iโll go with you.โ
Dean squinted ever so slightly as he stared you downโthat was twice in a week that you wanted to go with him to the store without a good reason.
โYou sure youโre ok?โ He asked.
โYeah, justโฆI want some fresh air.โ
โAlright.โ You both knew he didnโt believe you, but neither of you brought it up again.
You felt pathetic as you trailed behind Dean, but the idea of sitting around the empty bunker alone until he got back or Sam woke upโฆ
You just couldnโt do it. You couldnโt feel safe anymore, not even in your own home, without Dean around.
You sat just a little closer to Dean than you normally would once you got into the Impala, sitting towards the middle of the seat even though the right side was empty. You felt Dean watching you from the corner of his eye, but to your relief he didnโt say anything.
โฆ
โOk, so how many pounds do we want?โ You held a brand of bacon in each hand, eyeing them both. When Dean didnโt respond to your question, you turned around to find the cart there, but no Dean. โDean?โ You glanced up and down the aisle, but he wasnโt in sight. You threw both bacon packages into the cart and ran down the aisle, going down the row and looking frantically down every aisle you passed. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
You rubbed a hand against your chest when your next breath wouldnโt go through your tightened wind pipe. You tried to take deep breaths, but each one was less satisfying than the last. Once you reached the last aisle with still no Dean, you turned around and started back the way you came, hoping that he was down an aisle on the other side of the store.
โDean? Dean!โ You were calling his name, but you could barely even hear your winded and squeaky voice in the vast emptiness of the store, so you knew there was no way Dean could.
You passed the aisle with your cart and kept going, looking down the first, then the secondโฆ
โDean!โ You rushed forward, flinging yourself into Deanโs surprised embrace.
โHey, what happened?โ Dean was stiff and alert, whipping his head around to see what had spooked you.
โI couldnโt find you,โ you whimpered, tightening your arms around Deanโs midsection. โI-I didnโt know where you went. Donโt do that to me!โ
โOk, ok hey Iโm sorry,โ Dean soothed, pulling away and kneeling down, brushing your hair out of your face so he could see you. โCโmon, whatโs going on with you? Whatโs got you so spooked?โ
You didnโt answerโyou just launched yourself forwards and wrapped your arms around Deanโs neck, burrowing your head against his shoulder.
โDonโt leave me,โ you pleaded.
โOk, ok.โ Dean held you closely, rubbing your back. โOk Iโm right here kiddo. Letโs get out of here, ok? Letโs go home.โ
โฆ
You held Deanโs hand in vice grip on the way out to the car, but he didnโt comment on it. He waited until you were safely bundled into the Impala to speak again.
โKid, you need to tell me whatโs going on here.โ
โIโm fine,โ you mumbled. โI donโt want to talk about it.โ
Dean glanced at you, but he didnโt speak again.
โฆ
You were feeling lucky for most of the dayโSam and Dean spent the morning going through books in the library, so you were able to do your homework right next to Dean without warranting worry or attention.
โCheck this out.โ Samโs words to Dean had you looking up curiously while Sam turned his computer around. โLooks like a case in town.โ
Your heart dropped to your toesโyou were too young to hunt, so a hunt in town meant that you sat in the bunker while the boys were out.
They spent the next twenty minutes talking about the case before they got ready to head out. Dean was throwing guns in a bag in his room when you went to find him.
โWeโll be back tonight,โ Dean promised. โBut if we find the thing thatโs killing these people, it might not be until late, so donโt wait up ok?โ
โCanโt I come?โ Your tug on Deanโs sleeve stopped his movements.
โYou know you canโt,โ he said. โWhatโs going on with you? And donโt say nothing, because I know somethingโs wrong.โ
โI just donโt want you to go,โ you said. โPlease De? Please donโt leave me here alone.โ
โYouโre not gonna tell me whatโs going on?โ Dean asked.
You shook your head.
โThen I have no choice.โ Dean sighed. โPeople are dying, and you canโt come. I have to go.โ Dean zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. โWeโll be back before tomorrow.โ
โDeanโโ you reached out for your big brother, but in one stride he was out of your reach, then to the door, then he was gone.
โฆ
You were trying to read the same page over and over, but the words were swimming around the page, blurred by the tears in your eyes and the shaking in your hands that had the pages fluttering. You looked up for the millionth time, a deep pit in your stomach convincing you each time that the yellow eyes demon would be standing in your doorway, waiting to kill you.
You dropped the book on your desk with a thud, finally giving up on homeworkโyou wouldnโt get anything done until Dean was home, you just couldnโt focus.
You picked up your headphones and slipped them over your head, but you found that not being able to hear your surroundings made your anxiety even worse, and the soothing notes of your favorite song did nothing to help for once. You tried turning on the tv, but you found that you couldnโt look away from the door for more than a few seconds before you started to get scared again.
Finally you couldnโt take it anymoreโyou closed your room door, your bathroom, and even your closet; open doors just had your imagination running away with images of yellow eyes coming to kill you.
You burrowed yourself under the covers and tried to force yourself to sleep. Hour after hour you convinced yourself that youโd just never be able to sleep, but you didnโt have anything else to do but keep trying, so you didnโt move.
You were still laying there when the door opened.
โHey sweetheart,โ Dean greeted. You smiled at him, and he smiled back for a second before the smile faded. โMe and Sammy have another caseโweโre gonna be gone a while, ok?โ
โNo, wait!โ You tried to get up to stop Dean, but you couldnโt move. โDean, donโt go! Dean donโt leave!โ
He was already out the door, and in his place stood Azazel, pale yellow eyes glowing in the darkness.
โDean!โ You screamed, but it was too late; your pajamas were already soaked in blood coming from a painful gash across your stomach. You whimpered, finally able to move as you wrapped your arms around the wound as if you could protect yourself. You couldnโt.
You were sobbing as your body lifted off the ground, your stomach lurching as you went from wall to ceiling. There was no warning spark, or small flameโyou were just suddenly and completely engulfed in flames, your hair burning and your skin scorched. You were still screaming when Dean came running back into the room.
โDean,โ you whimpered. โDean no!โ
Yellow eyes had a knife in his hand, and he turned it on your big brother in an instant. As the fire burned around you, you watched as Dean got stabbed again and again and againโฆ
You woke up screaming. The fire was gone, and so was the pain, but you couldnโt even tell. Your eyes couldnโt take in a single detail of the roomโthey were blurry and unfocused from sleep. Your brain couldnโt decipher what parts of your dream were real and what werenโt. You sobbed out short and shaky breaths, and your cries were just starting to fade into whimpers when you heard it; the loud thunk of the bunker door closing.
Your fears and your crying returned full force, and you were gasping for breath as you felt around for any kind of weapon.
Heโs coming heโs coming heโs coming heโs comingโฆ
It was like all you could see was Azazel as you heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. You wanted to do what Dean always didโpush his fear down, throw away his emotions, and just fightโbut you couldnโt. You couldnโt catch your breath, you couldnโt stop sobbing, and you couldnโt find your gun.
When your door handle started to turn, you thought you were going to pass out. Your already-unsatisfying breath caught in your throat, and with the lack of breath came black spots at the edges of your vision.
You forced a single deep breath in and outโyou couldnโt be unconscious when the demon came to kill you, you couldnโt be that helpless. You had to fight, even though you would lose.
The door swung open, and you were still gasping for breath and grappling for any kind of weapon whenโ
When Dean walked in.
โDean!โ You were off the bed and in your brotherโs arms before he had a chance to speak.
โHey, hey whatโs going on?โ Deanโs arms tightened around you when he heard you sobbing and felt you shaking. โBaby what happened?โ
โDonโt leave me,โ you begged between sobs. โDonโt leave me De, donโt leave me.โ
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝOk, ok Iโm not going anywhere,โ Dean promised. โN/N Iโm right here.โ
โWhatโs going on?โ Sam walked into the room, staring at his siblings with concern.
โIโฆI think weโre ok here,โ Dean decided, carrying you to your bed. โYou should go bandage that cut, Iโve got her.โ When Sam hesitated, Dean assured him, โIโve got her Sam.โ
Sam finally left, and Dean climbed up on your bed, settling you into his lap when you wouldnโt let your vice grip around his neck go.
โI need you to talk to me,โ Dean pleaded. โI need to know whatโs going on, what this is.โ
โThere was fire,โ you whimpered, your tears soaking Deanโs shirt. โThere was fire, and it burned everywhere, and I was bleeding and I was on the ceiling, and-and yellow eyes stabbed you, andโโ
โWhoa, whoa, slow down.โ Dean started to rock you back and forth subconsciously. โHey, how do you know about all that stuff.โ
โIโm sorry.โ You were sobbing again. โI know I wasnโt supposed to, but I read his journal and he wrote down everything and I thought it would help butโฆbut now I canโt stop dreaming about it. Iโm soโIโm so scared, De. All the time.โ
โShh, shh youโre ok,โ Dean soothed, his hand cradling the back of your head. โIโve got you sweetheart, Iโm right here. Listen,โ Dean tried to pull away so he could look at you, but you just tightened your grip. โOk. I used to have nightmares about mom, too. All the time. I still get them sometimes.โ
โYou do?โ You sniffled. โWhat do you do about them?โ
โWell now itโs easier, because we killed yellow eyes. Heโs gone, N/N. Nobodyโs ever gonna die like mom did again, especially not you. You know that, right?โ
โThe dreams feel so real,โ you answered.
โI know, I know they do. But theyโre not. And Iโm gonna help you through this, but kiddo, I canโt be around all the time, you know that. Iโve got a job to do.โ
โOโok,โ you sniffled. โI can do better.โ
โBut Iโm still gonna be here when you need me. I promise.โ
โDean?โ
โYeah?โ
โI need you right now.โ
Deanโs arms squeezed impossibly tighter around you.
โThen Iโm here for you.โ
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deanโs problem with being down in the south during the summer was the heat.
stifling, suffocating, humid heat.
tugging at the collar of his tshirt, dean leaned his weight against the hood of the impala, hissing under his breath as the heat from the hood burned his palms. the shade from the trees was doing nothing to cut down on the unbearable thick heaviness of the hot air around him.
where the hell was cas? why was it taking him so long to get the artifact they needed for the case?
another 5 minutes ticked by, and dean contemplated going after cas, but thought better of it when he remembered the last time heโd tried to go in and help cas. the angel had given him the silent treatment for 2 hours in the car afterwards because deanโs interruption had caused the vampire in question to flee.
โgod damn heat,โ dean muttered to himself.
fuck it. if he had to be stood out here waiting for cas, he wasnโt going to pass out from heat stroke.
grabbing the collar of his shirt, dean tugged it up and over his head; sighing in relief as the sticky material of his shirt was free. it was only a temporary fix, but it felt good. he threw the shirt into the backseat of the impala through the open window, before settling back against the hood.
closing his eyes, dean tipped his head back and debated if he should buy bottles of water just to tip down his chest to cool off.
finally, after more painfully long minutes had passed, a ruffle of material made dean crack an eye open and he caught sight of cas.
the angel seemed to be frozen, stood several feet away from dean with a surprised look in his eyes; staring at dean in shock.
โtook you long enough, angel,โ dean said, shaking the tension from his shoulders as he pushed himself off of the hood of the car. โIโm dying out here, itโs way too hot to just be standing around.โ
dean moved towards the drivers side, ready to get the ac running and find some water to cool off with. but cas hadnโt moved a muscle, still rooted to the spot heโd been in.
โearth to cas. did you get the artifact?โ
cas seemed to vibrate for a second before his gaze moved from deanโs chest up to his eyes. โyes.โ
โgreat, then letโs go. I know angels donโt break a sweat, but iโm cookinโ over here,โ dean said, opening the car door and dropping uncomfortably into the drivers seat, his skin sticking to the leather.
cas finally moved, settling into the passenger seat. it wasnโt long before cas was staring again, his eyes glued to the way the sweat dripped down deanโs shoulder and onto his chest.
โwhat?โ dean asked, tilting his head to glance at cas before he turned the ignition and the ac kicked in.
cas paused, licked his lips, and then turned his head away. โnothing,โ the angel replied, gruff and deep.
but as they hit the road, windows rolled down to let the breeze into the car, dean couldโve sworn cas was staring at him again from the corner of his eyes.
only then did dean realizeโฆ heโd never put his shirt back on.
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cw. graphic depictions of blood & violence. pre-established relationship. normal!au (kind of). unhinged!dean. sweet!reader. inspo from this tiktok edit.
THE BLOOD STAINS the sink this time, while he tries to wash it down the drain. pink on porcelain white, so vibrant still that he can almost hear the screams echoing in his ears.
there are so many justifications he has for himself in his head, and not a single one holds a candle to the reality of his reasonings. they were monsters, and they were going to hurt you.
he couldn't let them get away with it, could they? what kind of person would that make him if he didn't step in and protect the only person that broke through his defenses? it'd make him a monster too, wouldn't it? couldn't have that.
his fingertips are raw from trying to scrub the blood out from under his nails, and yet it still doesn't come out. the sink is still pink. and you're blissfully asleep in bed in the next room, unaware of the scent of decay dominating the house.
vampires, this time. that was why they bled so much. all the blood in their stomachs from draining innocent people; one could have been you. bled so much, not because of the fact he'd bludgeoned them until they were unrecognizable, and burnt them to be safe โ was that the burning smell that clung to his nostrils? he'd thought you burnt dinner, too desensitized to it all that he couldn't distinguish the different scents of burnt meat.
the sink water is so hot, that steam billows off of it and condensates on the mirror. dean does not meet his reflection, and tells himself it's not because he'll see truths in the depths of his green eyes that he isn't ready to face yet. it's because the glass is foggy, and you're in bed, waiting for him to coil around you like a snake, and suffocate you in his protective embrace.
"dean?" your voice calls, soft padded footsteps echoing closer and closer in the room, to where he stands in front of a blood-stained sink, with the evidence of his crimes so deeply embedded into his clothes that his skin is sticky with it. not pink yet, but disgustingly red. dark. matches his eyes.
dean barely manages to turn the faucet off before you arrive, your face softened with exhaustion, pinched tight in confusion. "y'never came to bed," you slur through your sleepiness, blinking up at him. so damn sweet. and the world wanted him to let you get hurt. to let all of the monsters in the world destroy you.
no. not on his watch. he may have blood on his hands, may keep secrets from you, but he was not them. he'd never, ever lay a finger on you and risk hurting your pretty little head.
dean's smile comes so easily. it's you: of course it does. "stayed late at the office," the smile falls slowly, to mimic your sleepy expression. it's so easy for him to blend in with you.
you don't even blink at his lie. this is why he has to keep you safe. pretty and trusting. a fawn wandering into a wolf's den, too distracted by their soft fur to notice their snarling teeth. "come to bed now?"
"f'course, baby," dean whispers, and when he looks down to follow your reaching hand, the sink is the same porcelain white, and his hands are raw and aching.
relief seeps out of him like sap. slow and dripping, always a little left in the tank, never quite able to be fully excavated. this was why he did what he did, after all; that fear drove him like a knife.
your fingers close around his, though, and your eyes do not see the blood on his palms, as you pull him to bed. it's too dark in the bedroom for you to notice the fact that he'd missed speckles of blood on the collar of his button up.
your face buries into his chest, and the only smell you find in the bare skin is the strong scent of your floral handsoap. anything, to keep the scent of coppery blood from ever touching you.
nothing would ever touch you.
he stays up all night to make sure of it.
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Baby
Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader
Word count : 630 words
Warnings: none.
A/n : this was better in my head but anyways.
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The bunker door closed with a loud thud, Dean appeared in the war room with a bag in his hands. Y/n was throwing paper balls at Castiel in the library, while Sam was catching up on lore. The older Winchesterโs boots thumped against the floor as he walked in the library.
โWhatcha doing fellas?โ He asked leaning against a table.
โIโm being tortured.โ Castiel said rolling his eyes, pointing towards Y/n.
โNo youโre being a bitch, that doesnโt even hurt you.โ Y/n retorted with a smirk.
โBut it does happen to annoy me immensely.โ The angel replied with sass.
Dean just shook his head with a small grin, knowing his girlfriend and best friend love play fighting. Sam had opted to tune out the pair of โkidsโ until his brother arrived. His gaze dropped to the bag in Deanโs hands.
โWhatโs in there?โ He questioned his older brother.
โOh just a little something for my baby.โ Dean shrugged with a smile.
โI wanna see.โ Y/n said taking the bag from his hands and he willingly let her. She pulled out the item from inside the bag, the others watching with keen interest. Her face turned to one of confusion when she pulled it out. โDean, this is a dress?โ Her statement came out more like a question.
โYeah and?โ Dean asked equally confused.
โNow you might as well take her out for a candlelight dinner.โ Cas commented with a straight face, which made Sam snort.
โI can do that. No big deal.โ Dean replied with delight.
โDean are you sure youโre okay?โ Y/n questioned, her face showing concern. โThis is absurd.โ
โWhatโs is?โ
โYou really donโt think thereโs anything wrong with buying a dress for a car?โ She asked.
โNo-โ he said nonchalantly. โwait what?โ His eyes widened. โYou think I am some sort of freak who buys dresses for my car?โ
โMight as well be.โ Cas replied.
โYou did say thatโs something for baby.โ Sam chimed in.
โI meant Y/n.โ Dean replied his cheeks and ears turning red in embarrassment. Sam and Cas burst out laughing at his blushing face. It was a rare occasion when Dean Winchester got embarrassed. โEven you thoughtโฆโ he trailed off looking at Y/n.
โItโs because youโve never called me baby before.!โ Y/n defended, biting her lip to keep herself from laughing out loud. Sure Dean has given her several nicknames over the years theyโve been together but heโs never called her โBabyโ. Itโs been reserved for the Impala.
โIโm outta here.โ Dean said his face all flustered. He glared at his brother and best friend who were getting a kick out of the situation, walking down to the hallway.
โDean cโmon.โ Y/n said rushing behind him. โDonโt be a baby.โ She teased and he turned to glare at her which made her purse her lips. โAlright Iโm sorry. I wonโt tease you again.โ She said walking up to him and snaking her arms around his shoulders.
โYou sure?โ He asked tilting his head.
โYeah promise. I love you too much.โ She pecked his nose. โeven if youโre a bit obsessed with your car.โ She couldnโt help but add with a grin. Dean groaned dropping his head on her shoulder. She glanced at him with a mischievous grin. โSo, do you love your car more than me?โ
He looked at her, a playful glint in his eye. โWell, itโs hard to compete with a classic,โ he said, smirking.
She rolled her eyes but couldnโt help laughing. โI guess Iโll have to settle for being the second love of your life.โ
He pulled her into a warm embrace. โDonโt worry, youโre first in everything that matters.โ She smiled knowing she was the one who can make his heart race.
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Just trust me baby..
divider credits to @anitalenia
Based on anon request: would you be willing to write a sam fic about his first time between him and reader where she has scars from her time with a vamp nest (say she was taken a while back and thatโs how she got into hunting) and sheโs insecure and a little anxious with having his mouth on her body because of the way she was once treated but sam is very patient and understanding. basically just really sweet and sam is catering and talks her through it :,)
Warning: Light smut, Fingering, Sam Winchester/ Hunter!Reader, Fem!Reader, brief mention of readers time in vampire nest.ย
A/N: Omg my first actual fic. I'm quite stoked to be putting it out. Nervous too. I hope you all like it. I'm starting simple and soft core ig.
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โHey, you awake?โ Dean called from the driverโs seat. That jolted you from down the memory lane. They were returning from the hunt. It was rough. At least 10 vampires. 3 newly turned, innocent, and pain-stricken but unable to control themselves. You guys had to kill them all. Everyone sustained injuries. That was natural. You getting bitten was not. You tried your best to not get bitten as it brought back nightmares that lasted quite a while than you cared to admit.
Sharp teeth piercing you had been a routine for weeks. Until you were rescued by Bobby and the boys. They found you on the brink of death. Several weeks of hospitalization later, you were fit to hunt. You hunted alone, focused mostly on vampires. And sometimes with the boys if the targets were nests. Helping those trapped there brought you catharsis. You wanted to be the hunter you needed all those weeks. And you strived your best to be that.
As you got out of Impala to the motel you were staying, you realized how tired you were. Slumped shoulders and bitten forearms, you moved slowly to your room. In the background, you hear Dean invite Sam for a drink and he refuses. As soon as you enter the room, you get into the shower. Maybe warm water can block out the sensations, the fangs that haunt your mind when you close your eyes. It never has, but you always hope it does this time. As you get out, red from the shower, you hear a knock. Samโs voice calls out โHey, itโs me.โ
You open the door to see him standing at the door frame all fidgety. โI didnโt think youโd be showering.โ he looked unsure almost second guessing his decision.
โI was done.โ You moved back as he let himself in. Awkwardly standing with his arms on the chair, brows furrowed he asks โYou okay?โ. โAs ok as youโd be after ganking a bunch of vampires I guessโ you tried to lighten the situation. But Sam was having none of that โ You got bittenโ. โYes Sam, vampires bite. Thatโs like their whole MO.โ you poured sarcasm to derail the conversation. This enraged Sam. โDonโt downplay thisโ his voice raises.
Reaching your breaking point and seeing that Sam wouldnโt leave you without a confrontation, you spit out the truth โYou wanna know? OK. Iโm fucking tired and Iโll probably have nightmares for days." Your outburst continued as you paced the room in a dressing gown. "You wanna know how weak I am, how the thing that happened to me years ago still brings me to my knees? There you goโ. These moments were always followed by tears for you. But he didn't have to know that. You move across to the window facing the half-empty parking lot and turn away, not wishing to humiliate yourself further.
You hear the shuffling of feet as you feel two large hands wrap around me. โY/N..โ his voice laced with sympathy and concern. You lean into his familiar hug, your back nestled against his chest, his warmth enveloping your core. โSam. I..I donโt want you..guys to see me weak. I am not weak.โ you sigh. Sam chuckles โNow thatโs the dean-est sentiment Iโve heard you express.โ you appreciated his efforts to cheer you up.
โHey itโs not like you too to sit around and express your feelingsโ you counter.
He sighs โI know. Me and Dean. Not the greatest examples of sharing feelings. But..you can tell stuff to me. You know that right?โ He continues. โAlso I donโt think youโre weak at all. Infact youโre one of the most badass hunters for recovering and facing your fears.โ
You look down with a grateful smile โThanks Sam.โ As you turn around to face him, you take in his face. His eyes look desperate. Like he is trying to convince you that he can be your safe place. That you neednโt be scared of being vulnerable. And you canโt help but place a kiss between his furrowing eyebrows. Those lines that form when he is worried. You wanted to stop those and let him convince you. To forget the pain and nightmares even for a moment.
โKiss meโ
He looked at you, slightly surprised. โNow? You sure?โ.
They had made out before. But this felt different. Somehow more intense, somehow more desperate.
โYeah Sam, kiss me. Now.โ
He didnโt need more encouragement. He bend down, caught your face with his hands as he pressed his lips on to yours. Restrained strength flowed through his hands that he tried to keep in check while pure gentleness caressed your lips. He lifted you effortlessly so your faces were leveled as he continued kissing you, gently tugging your lower lip with his teeth drawing out sighs. You mindlessly tugged his flannel, wishing itโd disappear.
โPatienceโ He chuckles as placing you on the desk, your back against the wall. You hastily removed the buttons one by one while he untied the knot of your dressing gown in a nanosecond. Your freshly showered skin glistening with water drops stops him in his tracks. As he stares at your underwear-clad body mesmerized, he stops to notice the bite on your forearm, still fiery red, even with the ointment around it. Around your shoulder and neck were faint scars. He caresses the skin around the bite, careful not to cause you any pain. After gently running his fingers along the scars when he looks back to your eyes he only notices your fierce stare, bestowed on his eyes, his swollen lips, and his now visible body, muscular and oh so strong. How you wanted him to take you then and there.
Not wishing to drag it any longer, he starts kissing you again as you gently run your hands through the battle scarred abdomen of his. Moving down to trace a drop of water from your jaw to your neck, he presses gentle kisses coaxing you to lean back your head opening up your neck and chest in the process. He practically groans as he gently nibble across you neck connecting to your shoulder.
In a flash, you freeze and push him away. All of it happened so sudden, Sam stared at you one feet away, confused. In a moment of clarity, it dawned on him. He gently came close to you and tentatively caressed your sides. Your apologetic eyes said everything it needed to. He lifted your chin up to him.
โhey hey..baby.ย , itโs ok. We donโt have to do anything you donโt want to.โ He looked at you concern etched in his forehead. When you remained silent he coaxed you โBaby, talk to me.โ
โIโm sorry. Itโs just..I..was bitten..mouths on my body.โ you shudder, visions running through the back of your eyes
โ Does it bring back memories?โ He gently asks
โSometimes, I just canโt block it. I want to Sam, believe me. I want this. I want you..so bad.โ I look at him desperate.
โI know. But you know I wonโt do anything that youโre uncomfortable with right? We donโt have to do this at allโ
โI want to. Sam. I need you.โ you lock eyes with him, forehead burrowing
His eyes searched mine for any trace of hesitation. Seeing none, he reaffirms gently โDo you trust me, baby?โ โI doโ I whisper as I breath out.
โYou can stop me whenever you need to.โ
A corner of his lips curled revealing the deep dimple. โSo no biting I guess?โ
โYeah, no biting.โ You bit your lips slyly. โ Well not you anywayโ
โI look forward to it, sweetheartโ He nudge your lips again easing them apart. As the same time, his hands part your thighs as he stepped impossible close.
You feel his hands slipping the robe off you. Before long, his long fingers were moving closer to your core. His fingers slipped in to your panties and finding the wetness pooling, he groans. I met his gaze, my eyes a blend of desperation and embarrassment at being so affected by him. โSam..โ.
โI know babyโ He looks at you for permission before plunging his finger in the wetness. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your fingers never managed to reach that deep. He ease it out. And again and again until you were a slobbering mess. To add to the torturous pleasure he lifts his palm so each thrust is paired with your clit being rubbed enough to cause friction but not enough to tip over. This was agony but delicious agony.
Sam looks into your convulsing face, his features radiating nothing but the desire to please you. To make you forget, to have a moment of pleasure, away from the darkness that consumes both of you. As you almost reach the height of pleasure, he adds in yet another finger. Through your hazily closed eyes, you don't see him kneeling. Suddenly you feel his warm mouth enveloping your clit. You gasp as your eyes flew open. โSam..Sammy..โ you say tentatively.
โTrust me baby..this will feel goodโ his voice is laced with soothing promise.
Before you can have further doubts, pleasure blankets you and drags you up to the height of it. As he sucks and laps gently, your hands involuntarily wander through his luscious locks. Finally with a cry and grasp of his hair, you tip over. His hands and lips soothe you through the fall with barely-there touches of your slit.
โoh god..that was..โ you breathe heavily through your mouth as you struggle to push words out. Sam leans over and kiss you sloppily, with a goofy smile. โitโs cute to see you all thoughless and spentโ
โSam..you little jerkโ you say in amidst panting.
โHey remember I was the one making you moan my name a moment ago. Some gratitudeโ he smirks.
โAnd Iโll make you do the same, just you waitโ you rope your hands through his neck pulling him.
"Is that a threat or a promise, honey? Either way, I'm all in." He interlocks his lips with yours, the deepening kiss tasting like an invitation for round two.
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MAybe there should be a second part! Idk. This felt long but not long enough at the same time. Please let me know if anyone would like a second part. I'll try to write one (meaning I'll probably stress over it and write it in 2 weeks)
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warm brown jacket โ sam winchester
for : 200+ followers event [ open ] โโข pairingย : sam winchester xย gn!reader โโขย genreย : major fluff, friends to lovers โโขย cwย : mentions of canon typical gore, violence, and bloodiness at the very beginning, mentions of being casually shirtless around each other kind of?, dean teasing a little, barely edited โโข wc : 1.3K prompt : sharing clothes in a totally (not) friendly way
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youโre used to the grime and gore of the job; you donโt really have much of a choice. but the whole front and back of your shirt and jacket are so unpleasantly sticky from a horrid concoction of blood, mud, and maybe more, that your fingers itch to peel the layers from your body as you head for the car. of course, youโre just going to tough it out until you can shower and change at the motel. you know that sam and dean will let you take the first shower tonight; theyโre not the ones who beheaded a vampire then got shoved into a mud puddle by a second right along with the decapitated body gushing blood from itโs stump of a neck. it sucked, to say the least.
you canโt resist pulling your jacket off, and youโre lucky that it gets rid of most of the mud. but itโs the front of your shirt that took the brunt of the blood, and itโs sticking to your skin, warm and just about dreadful. thereโs a rustle beside you coming from sam, and you donโt have to look over to know the sounds of him taking off that big brown carhartt jacket. your favorite.
itโs only when he nudges you, holding the fabric out for you to take do you look at him. heโs got that pretty, borderline awkward smile when heโs trying to be subtly sweet. he doesnโt want to make you feel self-conscious about the mess on your clothes, but your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt and the grimace on your face thatโs so subtle just about no one else but him could spot it, and he knows instantly that the stickiness of your clothes is bothering you.
you smile at him, not too wide so you donโt accidentally show him that he makes you feel in love, and accept the jacket with one hand. youโre trying to maneuver your own mess of a jacket away, but sam takes it from you with a soft, โhere, i got it,โ as you near the car.
โthank you, sam,โ you say, pausing at the door so you can shrug the much cleaner layer on without being confined to the small car.
โcourse,โ he replies, all casual and kind as if he isnโt dying to see you put the jacket on. then he remembers his manners. โdean and iโll look away if you wanna,โ he forgets how to be smooth for a moment, clearing his throat as he gestures vaguely to your bloody shirt, โyou know, get rid of the shirt too. โm sure the bloodโs worse than the mud.โ
โright, of course. donโt wanna get the inside of your jacket covered in the blood anyways,โ you agree, glad sam said something about that because you werenโt quite sure what to do. you certainly didnโt want to keep the shirt on, and youโve been shirtless around the boys plenty before because of the way you live out of motel rooms, but with sam so close like this, waiting for you to put on his jacket, you feel the tips of your ears go flaming hot at the idea of taking your shirt off without some sort of awkward warning. this way, samโs being an utter gentleman and taking the shot for you when it comes to whoโs the most awkward this time around.
sam gives you his silly, pursed-lip smile and his dimples pop out and all you want is to kiss them til they never go away. he slides into the car, and as the door shuts closed, you turn your back to the impala, tuck the jacket between your knees, and shimmy the mess of a shirt off your body. a chill of air hits your sort of blood-wet skin, making you shiver before you can drop the ruined shirt and pull the warm layer over yourself. but the second the soft fabric is over your shoulders, then around your arms and torso, itโs sweet heaven. samโs body heat lingers, warming you in an instant and pushing a sigh of relief from your parted lips.
the time-worn softness of the fabric is glorious after such uncomfortable textures, and though the metal of the zipper is a little chilly against your stomach as you close the jacket around you, you couldnโt care less about that.ย
a moment later, youโre settled into the back seat, trying not to look at sam to see if heโs taking in how you look in his favorite jacket. instead, you catch deanโs eye through the rearview mirror and he sends you a teasing wink that has you stuck between rolling your eyes at him and flat out planting your face into your hands to hide.
the ride is quiet save the few minutes in a fast food drive-through. dean grumbles about the restaurantโs lack of pie as he drives off in the direction of the motel.
standing in the motel room, you hate to take off the jacket, but itโs a must if you want to shower and get the rest of the day's grime off of you and down the drain. samโs already assured you that you donโt need to wash it for him, so you leave it on the foot of your shared bed before you head to the shower. you know that he likes to pack up any piece of clothing he isnโt using right away.
you try to keep your shower short for the sake of your companions, though it's difficult when the hot water feels so comforting and cleansing. even so, being back in your own clean clothes afterwards is certainly nice as you leave the bathroom after brushing your teeth and running through your short post-shower routine.
samโs sitting at the table across the room and dean stands from his bed, ready to shower next. youโre expecting to mourn the loss of the jacket on your bed, but your eyes immediately fall on the nicely folded bundle of brown fabric placed neatly by your pillow. unable to resist, you walk to it and pick it up, placing it on your lap as you sit on the edge of the bed. you try to catch samโs eye to silently ask what he means by leaving it there, but it almost feels as if heโs avoiding your gaze in favor of staring at the book in front of him.
since you canโt get samโs attention, you turn to dean before he can go, but all you get is a sly smile before he disappears into the bathroom.ย
it has got to be your raging crush on pretty boy over there, sitting so close and far all at once, thatโs making you jump to silly conclusions. but the barely visible blush on his cheeks, his refusal to look up when he heard you pick up the jacket, and deanโs knowing look makes it feel like sam wants you to put that jacket back on. and you do too.
so, you stand and turn as if youโre not looking at sam anymore, but youโre careful to keep him visible out of the corner of your eye as you unfold the fabric and put it back on. the ac is too strong; itโs cold, you tell yourself thatโs enough of an excuse.
if you could tuck samโs pretty brown hair behind his ears like you so often get the urge to, you bet the tips would be pink. even with his face half blurry in your peripheral, you can see the look he's giving you, because he is looking now. itโs an expression you donโt see on him often at all; heโs the kind of guy to always school his features away from betraying what he thinks and wants. this time, itโs loud and clear and you can feel it as much as see it. you, wrapped up safe and warm in his jacket, are exactly what he wants.ย
you think youโre gonna kiss him, and heโs gonna kiss you back with his hands clutching at that soft brown fabric to be sure itโs all real and glorious like he thinks it is.
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When The Dark Crawls | Yandere Dean Winchester x Male! Reader
Summary: Everyone knows that when a cat chases a mouse, the mouse looses. Dean lives for the thrill of the chase, and Y/n L/n? The man just wanted to leave.
A/n: Not too sure about this one.
Damn these handcuffs, Y/n thought.ย
The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into his skin, causing him discomfort and making it difficult to move his right hand. He gazed around the area, hoping to find something that could allow him to unlock them, but didnโt see anything. He needed to find something fast before a certain someone came barging in here.
And that someone is Dean Winchester.ย
A well-known hunter who had saved Y/n's life from bloodthirsty vampires that wanted to suck the blood out of him. In the beginning, Y/n had been so grateful to have met the man. He would be dead right now if it wasn't for Dean, after all.
However, as it turned out, that wasn't the last time they had seen each other. The following week after the whole vampire incident, the h/c man had been attacked again, and it seemed like he had nothing but bad luck with all these supernatural creatures attacking him for no reason.
Once again, Dean was there to save the day. He had shown up at the abandoned house they had Y/n trapped in with lots of silver bullets and managed to kill the werewolves and free Y/n from his binds.
Again, Y/n had thanked Dean for saving his life, and Dean just said that it wasn't an issue and that maybe he should stay with him tonight to ensure he was safe. The hunter laughed it off as a joke, but Y/n decided to take him up on that offer. He didn't want to risk another near-death experience. They say that third time's a charm, and next time he might not be so lucky to get away like the last two times.
On that day, Y/n asked about Dean's life and the circumstances that led him to engage in combat with these creatures, which he had not even believed in until a week prior. Dean explained to him that he and his brother hunt these monsters and it's the family business. Y/n couldn't imagine growing up like that, but he told Dean that if he ever needed any form of help from him, such as a place to lay low to let him know. Dean did save his life so Y/n believed that he should reciprocate.
And a friendship between them formed, where Dean would stop by whenever he was on a hunt to check in or if he simply wanted to hang out with Y/n. Y/n always welcomed him. It's not like he had many friends, so he was glad to have another. However, he had noticed something.
Like the way Dean looked at him.
Y/n was not stupid. In fact, he was quite perceptive, and he was aware that Dean had a crush on him. He made sure to let Dean know that despite his gratitude, he doesn't share the same sentiment. Dean is an attractive guy, with beautiful forest green eyes, yet he only perceives him as a friend. After the rejection, Dean said it was fine as long as they were still friends.
However, it seems that Dean lied to him, as evidenced by the way he continued to touch and stare at him. In passing, Dean would find different excuses to touch or brush up against him. He found reasons to be near Y/n; their paths crossed more frequently than before. Y/n would turn a corner, and Dean would be there, leaning against a wall with a smirk on his face. He'd be at the same coffee shop, sitting at a nearby table, looking at him with a predatory gaze. When he went on a date, there was Dean, glaring at Y/n's date the entire time with a steak knife in his hand.
Hence, he felt increasingly uneasy with Dean's constant presence, but whenever he mentioned it, the hunter insisted that he was protecting him. Y/n did not share this perspective and informed Dean that he needed some space away from him. Dean's jaw tightened, and he warned Y/n that he'd regret his dismissive treatment.
Later, he discovered that Dean had been quite serious in his words, as the day Y/n's car unexpectedly broke down on the road one night and Dean kidnapped him, taking him to a secluded cabin far away. Dean claimed that Y/n belonged to him and was protecting him from everything that was evil in the world. He had to do it.
Y/n had attempted to escape before, but he was recaptured by Dean every single time. As punishment, Dean would spank Y/n's bare ass with his hand. Since then, he had learned not to attempt an escape while Dean was present, opting instead to try when he was absent. It wasn't fair that Dean decided to ruin his life, and he was determined to reclaim his freedom.
The h/c-haired male opened the drawer next to the bed and was relieved that he saw a paperclip. He knew people usually pick door locks with this clip, therefore, he was hoping it could pick a cuff lock.
Quickly, he bent down and picked up the paperclip, his fingers shaking as he tried to manipulate it into a makeshift key. He inserted the bent end into the keyhole of the handcuffs, twisting and turning it in a desperate attempt to unlock it. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled.
"Cโmon," Y/n muttered under his breath.ย
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the handcuffs unlocked, and the cold metal fell off his wrist. Thank God. He exhaled, rubbing his tender wrists, still feeling the lingering sensation of those handcuffs. I am free. Not wasting another moment, he stood up and darted out of the room, peering through the blinds to survey for any sign of Dean. A wave of relief came over him when he didn't spot the Impala.
Y/n's heart pounded in his chest as he bolted out of the cabin, his feet carrying him farther away from his captivity. Y/n didn't know where he was going, but he didn't care. All that mattered to him was getting as far away from this location as possible before Dean realized he's gone. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he continued to run through the woods. despite him feeling incredibly exhausted.
Soon, Y/n reached the road and was so overjoyed when he spotted a car coming down the road. "Hey, stop!" Y/n jumped in front of the car and threw himself in front of it, causing the driver to slam on their brakes before the car could hit him.
The driver โ a tall guy with brown hair โexited the car and promptly approached Y/n, looking worried. "Are you okay, sir?"
Y/n shook his head, his voice breathless from the running he did. "I'm not. This guy... he kidnapped me. Please, help me."
The tall man nodded. "I'll help you. Get in the car." He opened the passenger door.
"Thank you," Y/n slid into the passenger seat and buckled up as the other male shut the door and got behind the wheel.
"It's no issue," he turned the keys and the car roared to life. He stepped on the gas and the car cruised down the open road. The man glanced over at the one sitting in the passenger seat. "If you want, you can stay with me tonight. Then we can deal with whoever took you tomorrow."
"That would be great, thank you again." Y/n was sincere. "Do you have a name?"
After those words escaped his lips, Y/n wanted to hit himself. Of course, he has a name. Everyone on this planet has one.
The driver laughed. "It's Jared. And you?"
"Y/n."
During the remainder of the drive, Jared maintained a focused gaze on the road ahead while Y/n observed the passing scenery through the window in thought. The events of the past few months with Dean had left Y/n a bit shaken, but he felt incredibly fortunate that someone had been driving by at the right time to help Y/n escape from that stupid hunter.
When Jared brought his vehicle to a halt, Y/n shifted his attention to the imposing structure before him. The exterior looked quite old, and Y/n turned to face Jared, his expression marked by confusion.
"Uh, why are we here? I thought you said you were taking me back to your place."
"And that's what I'm doing now," Jared said. "This building is where I live. It's my bunker. You'll be safe here, don't worry."
Y/n regarded the place with suspicion, feeling a sense of unease that caused warning bells to ring in his mind. Despite his apprehension, he chose to ignore his intuition. After all, Jared had gone out of his way to help him, even though he wasn't obligated to, and Y/n decided to trust him. If it wasn't for Jared, he would still be at the cabin with Dean, and that was not a situation he wanted to be in.
Jared opened the car door for Y/n and escorted him inside the bunker. Despite the unappealing exterior, the interior was surprisingly inviting. Y/n appreciated the contrast. Jared then led Y/n to the room where he would be staying for the night, excusing himself to retrieve a blanket.
Y/n took a moment to assess the room, noting its basic amenities: a bed, a desk, and a drawer with a lamp, which was the only light source. Despite its simplicity, Y/n found the room to be quite inviting.
Later, Jared re-entered the room with a blanket, fresh towels, a washcloth, and a toothbrush. "Here's a blanket in case you get cold, a toothbrush for your teeth, and a towel and washcloth for your shower," he explained, placing the blanket on the bed, the toothbrush on the desk, and the towel and washcloth on the rack. "Get some sleep. I know it's been a long day."
"Thank you so much, Jared. I don't know what I would've done without your help." Y/n expressed his gratitude once again because he needed this man to know that he was so grateful for helping him.
Jared smiled reassuringly at Y/n. "No problem at all. I'm just glad I could help."
Jared left the room and closed the door behind him. Y/n lay on the bed and put the blankets over him, closing his eyes.
He was finally free.
Dean couldnโt get to him now.
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The next day, Y/n awoke feeling utterly refreshed. It had been a while since he'd slept so well, and according to the clock, he had slept for more than twelve hours. Although he hadn't intended to sleep for so long, he supposed his body needed it.
Rising up from the bed, Y/n gathered his towel, washcloth, and toothbrush, and proceeded to the bathroom. After a brief exploration, he found the bathroom and removed his clothes before entering the shower. The warm water cascaded over his skin, providing a soothing sensation as it cleansed his body and his mind.
After taking his shower and brushing his teeth, he returned to the guest room and he decided to wait for Jared to return so that they could discuss their next move.
Folding the covers meticulously, Y/n heard the door creak open from behind. Knowing that it was Jared, Y/n initiated a conversation without turning around. "Hey, Jared. Thanks for allowing me toโ"
Panic seized Y/n's heart as he retreated a step. There, in the doorway, was Dean Winchester with a devilish smirk on his face that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. No! Y/n's thoughts raced with alarm: he was free. How did Dean find him again?
Dean edged closer, attempting to narrow the gap between them. "Surprised to see me, Y/n?" he mocked, voice laced with amusement from the fear in Y/n's eyes.
Y/n retreated, pressing his back against the wall. "H-How did you find me?" he stammered, his face contorted with fear. The intimidating man's presence made it impossible for Y/n to conceal his terror.
A dark chuckle emitted from Dean's lips as he closed the remaining distance between them. Now face-to-face with Y/n, he slammed his hand against the wall beside him, trapping him against it. "Oh, I always find what's mine," he declared. "And you, sweetheart, are definitely mine."
"I'm not yours!" Y/n retorted, but his defiance was quickly overshadowed by a pressing concern. "What did you do to Jared?" he asked, worry clear in his tone.
Dean's smirk widened. "Jared's not real," he divulged, causing Y/n to stare at him in bewilderment. "His real name is Sam, my brother. And this bunker? It's ours."
Y/n felt his world shatter once the truth unraveled. He had never escaped; Jared, no Sam, brought him back to Dean. Y/n had been deceived from the beginning.
"This can't be true," Y/n whispered.
Dean's fingers trailed possessively down his arm. "It is true, my little plaything," he gripped Y/n's jaw and forced a hard kiss upon him, only to break away when Y/n continued to resist his advances. "Stop fighting it, pretty boy. Just let it happen."
No, this was bullshit. Y/n wasn't going to just let it happen or continue to cower in submission. Y/n delivered a swift kick to Dean's groin, causing him to crumple to his knees, clutching his injured area. He fled as Dean's chilling laughter echoed throughout the placeย Dean taunted Y/n, urging him to run, claiming that he loved the chase. Y/n sprinted, feeling the wind whip against his face. He needed to get away on his own, unable to trust anyone in case another person he bumped into happened to be acquainted with Dean.
The surrounding area seemed devoid of buildings and people for miles, but in the distance, Y/n saw an abandoned house. It was his only option. He dashed inside. The interior had peeling wallpaper and boarded-up windows, yet it didn't look that bad. Y/n figured that Dean wouldn't consider searching for him here. His plan was to remain hidden until he was certain that he was safe, free from Dean.
The floorboards creaked beneath Y/n as he raced up the stairs, and the bathroom door was the first one he encountered. Y/n didn't hesitate before entering the shower and closed the curtain, trying his hardest to calm his ragged breathing.
Seconds turned into minutes, and in the deafening silence, Y/n believed he might have escaped Dean's clutches this time. But the illusion shattered when he heard doors opening, the floorboards creaking, and the taunting voice that was Dean's.ย
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Y/n stopped himself from breathing.
"Y/n, are you in here?" Dean's voice was laced with false sincerity. "Get out here. There's no point in hiding. I'll find you."
Y/n remained silent and unmoving in the shower, but it became very challenging, particularly as a spider crept up his leg. Not now. Get off me. The spider, though, disregarded Y/n's silent plea and kept crawling. Unable to endure the crawly sensation any longer, Y/n used his right foot to kick the spider off his left leg and killed it as quietly as he possibly could.
Y/n's heart pounded.
Two steps outside the bathroom, the green-eyed male halted, his attention drawn by a faint noise emanating from the shower. A smirk tugged at his mouth as he turned around, his gaze narrowing.
"So, that's where you are?" Dean walked back into the bathroom and yanked the curtains open, revealing an empty space.
A moment of confusion clouded Dean's face as he scanned the empty shower for Y/n. Unbeknownst to him, Y/n had silently exited through the second door connected to the bathroom and hidden in the nearby room's closet. This cat-and-mouse game between them intensified with each passing moment, but still, Y/n remained steadfast in his determination.
Yet, at the same time, Y/n struggled with the fear of being caught. He knew Dean was a highly skilled hunter, who's good at tracking people down. His chances of escaping were slim to none, but he was going to take his chances, nevertheless.
Y/n could hear Dean's footsteps echoing through the house, growing louder as he approached the room Y/n was hiding in. Then, the door to the room opened, and Y/n remained silent and still as Dean sauntered fully into the room. Not again.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Dean persisted, his voice saturated with that sick, sadistic satisfaction. "You can run, but you can't hide from me forever."
Y/n's fingers trembled as he searched for anything he could use as a weapon, but there was no weapon in the closet. Nothing. Y/n pressed himself against the wall, accidentally triggering a hidden mechanism that pushed him backward into a secret room nestled in the closet.
"Just you wait," Dean said, approaching the closet, his fingers curling around the handle with a predatory grace. "I have so many things in store for you, and you are going to love every fucking second of it. Ready or not, sweetheart, here I come."
With a swift motion, Dean yanked open the closet door, anticipating the sight of Y/n cowering in fear. To his surprise, the closet showed nothing but empty space. Dean's laugh echoed through the room. "I love this little game of cat and mouse, but trust me โ I always catch my prey."
In the hidden room, Y/n's ear was on the wall, hearing the closet door closing and Dean's retreating footsteps. Y/n pushed open the secret room's door, entered the closet, and emerged into the main room.
The hidden man cracked the door open, the hinges silent, and he peered through the slightly ajar door. He observed Dean going up the stairs, heading to the attic. This was his opportunity, his one chance at freedom. Carefully, he eased the door open fully, ensuring not to make a sound.
Y/n's heart thundered in his chest as he tiptoed down the stairs, his eyes vigilant for Dean or his brother. He did not need any surprises. His pace quickened as he headed for the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He had done it. He wonโ
Suddenly, Y/n's body was sent crashing to the floor. Dean had appeared out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground. No, Y/n thought, his hopes shattered.
Y/n struggled to free himself from Dean's grasp and crawl toward the door, mere inches away. Dean, however, didn't plan on letting Y/n escape him this time. His grip on Y/n's legs remained firm as he pulled Y/n closer. Then, he pinned Y/n's hands above his head and placed his knee on Y/n's crotch, immobilizing him.
Dean smirked triumphantly down at his captured prey. "Man, that was a fun little game of cat and mouse, but you should know that you're my bitch." He reached into his pocket and retrieved a syringe, heightening Y/n's panic. Y/n struggled to free himself, but Dean's strength was overwhelming.ย He took the cap off and quickly jabbed the needle into Y/n's arm. Weakness washed over Y/n, rendering him helpless against his impending fate.
The green-eyed hunter chuckled darkly as he looked down at Y/n, caressing his face and letting his fingers trace over Y/n's lips. "I'm taking you home now. You'll never be able to escape me, pretty boy. Stop trying, and get used to being mine."
Y/n was starting to think that Dean was right. There's no way he can escape him.
Dean felt a sense of triumph as he looked down at Y/n, his little plaything. He had won, and there was no turning back. He knew that he had done terrible things to get him, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that he had Y/n, and no one would take Y/n away from him.
As the tall man carried Y/n away from the abandoned house and to the bunker, he could feel Y/nโs body tense up in his arms. Dean knew that he was terrified, but he didn't care. He would do whatever it took to keep the other man with him, even if that meant resorting to violence.
Dean placed Y/n on the bed in his room, their room, and could sense Y/n's fear permeating the air. He relished every bit of it, loving that Y/n was afraid of him and would soon understand who owned him. Dean needed to break Y/n, to make him see that Dean was his one protector from danger. He was doing all of this for Y/n, to ensure that he was always safe.
Dean climbed into the bed, wrapping his arms around Y/n and pulling him close. He could feel Y/n's body trembling with fear, but he didn't let go. He had to show him that he's in control. Now and always.
"It's alright, baby," Dean whispered in Y/n's ear, planting a kiss on the back of his man's neck. "I'm here, and I'll protect you from anything that could harm you, but donโt even think of trying to leave again unless you want a punishment. Thereโs no place you can go that I wonโt get you."
Y/n remained silent, which didn't bother Dean, since he knew that after this day, Y/n wouldn't dare try to leave him again.
The green-eyed man held him close, and he thought about all the things he would do to keep Y/n with him. He would make sure that Y/n never left his sight, that he never spoke to anyone else, and that he was the only one who could protect him.
After all, Dean killed the few friends Y/n had to make Y/n dependent on Dean. He had proven his love and devotion to the man in the most extreme way possible.
And now he would do whatever it took to make sure that Y/n loved him back.
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Sharing Father and Son
Summary:ย After a physical hunt, you finally invite John Winchester into your bed, but you get more than you asked for when Dean comes back and gets involved.
Characters:ย John Winchester, Dean Winchester & reader (OC, second person)
AO3 Link:ย https://archiveofourown.org/works/59479396
Warnings:ย 18+, Swearing, Smut, female reader, threesome, double penetration, unprotected p in v, ass play, age gap, no use of Y/N, etc.
Notes:ย This is day 2 to go with this kinktober list. The prompt I used was double penetration. When I started this fic, Dean and John were winning the pool so that's why I chose this duo. Credit for the gifs @jdmorganz & @spacedean
In the darkness you laid waiting. A strange smell was coming from the heater that was barely blowing out any hot air, leaving you cuddling the comforter closer to your body. Today you had done something bold. Something you never thought you would have the strength to do. After going on a hunt with John that was very physical, you decided that you wanted to give yourself to him. So when John went to take a shower in the room that was connected to yours, you wrote him a note and left it on the table for him to find when he got back. You made sure to put the corner of the note under the bottle of whiskey so he would certainly see it. John always drank himself to sleep every night so you knew he wouldnโt miss it.
Lately, you had been spending a lot of alone time with John. Especially with Dean trying to prove himself to his father and him going off on his own for hunts. Sam was away at college and truthfully? You looked forward to it just being the two of you.
You were a fellow hunter that teamed up with John and Dean after a group of vampires killed your family. The boys had empathy for you being alone, so they taught you everything they knew and trained you. You were Deanโs age, but there was something about John that drew you to him. When Dean was around, you tried to hide your feelings for John. You didnโt want to make it weird since you were the same age as Dean. When youโd flirt with John, a lot of the time heโd flirt back. On the nights he had a few drinks in him, thatโs when Johnโs confidence seemed to come out more. Maybe it was just because he was more relaxed, but the things he would say to you when the two of you were flirting would warm you to the core. Many nights you wished he would take you, but it often led to John falling asleep with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.
Tonight, you just wanted more. So you finally made it known.
After you left that note for John, you went back to your room leaving the connecting door between the two rooms unlocked. You stripped out of your clothes, turned the lights off and laid at the center of the bed.
Your note was very direct.
I want you. Iโll leave the door unlocked. Iโll be naked underneath the blankets.
It felt like things were taking too long. And that left you having second thoughts. Maybe John didnโt have those kind of feelings toward you. Maybe he would just flirt back with you not to make you feel bad about yourself. The longer you waited, the more you wondered if you should have just put your clothes back on and went to explain yourself to John.
Right as you went to pull the blankets back, the sound of the door pushing open was heard. Your blood rushed through your veins with excitement. Nothing was said. It was so dark in the room with the heavy curtains covering the windows that you couldnโt see him. You just heard him. That was something you were starting to regret.
The sound of something dropping to the floor was heard causing you to let out a nervous breath. There was a dip at the bottom of the bed and you felt the blankets being pulled up at the bottom. A cool rush of air surrounded you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of a body crawling up the bed from the bottom.
Rough fingertips dragged across your ankle toward the inside of your leg. Immediately it drew chills through your body. With him coming in here? That meant he wanted you too. Tipping your head back into the pillows, you felt the warmth of breath hovering over you. A faint brush of lips was felt at your knee. The short stubble scratched at your flesh and you liked the way that it felt.
You wanted to speak, but he seemed determined on something else. Each kiss grew stronger as it led up over the inside of your thigh. There was a wetness that was left over your skin and you licked your lips. More than anything you wished you could watch him, but the idea that you couldnโt see seemed to enhance the sensation of his kisses over your flesh. So maybe this was a good thing.
Gasping, you felt arms hooking under your thighs to pull you down toward the center of the bed closer to him. The force his hands had on your flesh was strong and you were surprised how eager he seemed for this. Licking your lips, you lifted your head with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most personal parts. His right arm released one of your legs, pushing at your thigh to separate your legs enough for him to be able to bury his head between your thighs.
A few stray kisses were pressing further up the inside of your thigh until he found your core. Kiss after gentle kiss covered your folds with him taking his time. By the time his tongue dragged a strip out over the length of your sex, he had you trembling with anticipation. Focusing on the buildup was not something that you pictured John doing, but he was. When his tongue met your clit, it circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with soft circles at first. Growing in strength with each circle of his tongue led to him slurping at the small nub.
Moaning out, your hips lifted toward him wanting to feel more of that, but his left arm was still hooked around your other thigh keeping you locked in place. Stretching your arms up, you balled the material of the blanket in your fingers squeezing tightly. Each stroke of his tongue grew stronger focusing for a while on your clit until he turned his attention onto your folds sucking at them and giving them a small nibble.
Your breathing grew broken, your eyes slamming shut with him drawing a long line down from your clitoris to your entrance. Teasing at the tight hole had you whimpering out, your fingers squeezing even harder at the blankets. Prodding at your entrance with his tongue, he slurped and sucked before dragging the length of his tongue back up toward your clitoris to do the same dance with his tongue.
Thatโs where he focused for a while, his mouth working hard at the bundle of nerves. Switching from his mouth to his fingers to circle it with a bit of pressure. He was working to get you to an orgasm first and you appreciated it. You were enjoying what he was doing very much and you were letting him know with the sounds he was drawing out from you.
Crying out, your hips were rocking into his movements with your thighs twitching. You were right on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell by the way you were breathing. The strength of his tongue grew with him burying his head further between your thighs. It didnโt take long before you were shuddering beneath him, your thighs tremoring from what he had done to you.
Releasing the blanket, you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath. Fuck. That was good. Soon he was kissing up the lengths of your body. Over your abdomen, between your breasts and then over the side of your neck. Bracing his weight over your body, you felt the warmth of his breath lingering over your lips and you leaned up toward him wanting him to kiss you.
โYou have no idea how long Iโve wanted to do that,โ the familiar voice breathed against your lips causing your body to immediately tense up. You knew that voice, but the only problem? That wasnโt John Winchester.
โDean?โ you blurt out his name hearing the confused breath that followed.
โYeah?โ Deanโs raspy voice replied back. Involuntarily, without thinking, you immediately pushed into the center of his chest shoving him back. Scrambling for the light, you flicked it on and when you met the green-eyed stare of Johnโs son you let out a small scream. It had Dean jumping up from the bed, standing beside it. He was shirtless only wearing his jeans that were hanging low at his hips. The room was spinning around you as you buried your face in your hands. โWhatโs wrong?โ
โWhatโs going on?โ the door swung open with John soaked standing in the doorway clinging tightly to the worn-down white towel that he had grabbed from the bathroom. Coming to a quick halt, Johnโs eyes fell upon your bare breasts that were revealed with the blanket hanging at your waist and color flooded into his face. โOh, wowโฆโ
Tugging the blanket up, you covered yourself wishing that the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Lifting your stare, you saw that John was looking to Dean expecting some kind of answer. Dean threw his hands up in the air, his jaw flexing in panic. Having a nearly naked John soaking wet, only holding the towel that he had grabbed together with his hand and a shirtless Dean in your room made you feel lightheaded.
โDoes someone want to tell me whatโs going on, orโฆ?โ John finally spoke up, reaching up to brush his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back.
โI got the note you left for me,โ Dean explained pulling the note you left for John out of his back pocket. Holding it up, it had Johnโs eyes narrowing trying to read what it said. โI donโt understand, why did you just scream?โ
โDamn it,โ you scoffed under your breath hating that you were being put in this position. โI didnโt leave that note for you, I left it for him.โ
Pointing to John had Deanโs face going completely pale, his eyes growing wide as he looked to John, โHim? My dad?โ
โI didnโt even know you were going to be back today Dean,โ you claimed with guilt eating away at you over what just happened. John stepped forward to snatch the note from Deanโs fingers to read it. A raspy laugh fell from Johnโs lips that he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. โThis isnโt funny.โ
โItโs a little funny,โ John confessed with a wrinkle of his nose looking between the two of you. โCome on, I thought it could be something bad. Demons. Vampires. Something else. This? This is at least a little amusing.โ ย
โItโs not,โ Dean snapped, his chest rising and falling heavily. By his reaction, he was offended that the note you left was for his father and not him. โI thought dad told you that I was coming back tonight and you missed me.โ
โI mean, I missed you, butโฆโ your eyes lingered back to John, your stare dropping down to the top of his towel making your mouth go dry. โIt was meant for him.โ
โYouโฆyou want to be with my dad?โ Dean blurt out, his face scrunching up in disgust looking between you and John. You were embarrassed, but at the same time your body was still euphoric off the orgasm that Dean had got you to before everything fell to shit. โBut, youโre my age.โ
โI know,โ you whispered noticing that John was really quiet in the moment. His hazel eyes were shifting as if he was contemplating things. โIโm sorry.โ
โI thought you were attracted to me. We kissed several times,โ Dean reminded you of your past together with the years that you spent alone. โIโve been crushing on you this whole time and I thought you were playing hard to get. I thought the time away from meโฆโ
โThis doesnโt have to be a bad thing,โ John interrupted Dean, holding his finger up to silence his son. โWe can actually make a very good thing happen from this.โ
โHow?โ Dean panted, his hands resting at his hips while he tried to catch his breath. โI just found out the woman that Iโm jonesing for wants to fuck my dad. I canโt imagine how weird that is for you since sheโs my age.โ
โWellโฆโ John paused to think about what to say next, his eyes fixating on you again. โI wouldnโt have turned her down if I found the note first Dean.โ
โCome again?โ Dean threw his head about dramatically with John sucking at his bottom lip. โThe two of youโฆyou want toโฆ?โ
โI do,โ John admitted with a grunt, carefully closing the door behind him. Switching on the main light, John cleared his throat and waved his hand about in the air. โSo you want me?โ
You nodded.
โWhat about mom?โ Dean stammered to find words, his eyebrows furrowed with John muttering something under his breath.
โYour mom is dead, Dean. I will love her until the day I die and I will do everything to avenge her, butโฆโ John let his words linger, his head tipping from side to side. โI am a manโฆand sheโs a beautiful woman. We all have needs.โ
It went silent in the room. Dean didnโt know how to handle that. But you were thankful John was fighting for this.
โHow about a two for one deal?โ John reasoned having Dean let out an overwhelmed exhale. โYou obviously have some kind of attraction for Dean. Would you be against having both of us?โ
โDad?โ Dean tried to get his fatherโs attention with John holding his hand up to silence Dean.
โI meanโฆโ you started, taking a look between both of them. Dean was breathing heavily, undoubtedly worked up and confused. After what Dean had just done to you, he proved that he was ultimately talented with his mouth. That was the honest to god truth. โI wouldnโt say no. Itโs Dean that I would worry about.โ
โYou like the girl, right?โ John commented, stepping further into the room, shrugging his broad shoulders. โThis way you get to be with her. We both do.โ
โYeah, but youโre my dad,โ Dean stressed, his eyes narrowing and he dramatically bobbed his head about. โThatโsโฆthatโs kind of weird.โ
โItโs bonding,โ John came up with the first thing he could think of and it made you smile. John was trying to come up with an idea to make this work for everyone and honestly? You didnโt hate it. โItโs a father and a son sharingโฆโ
Swallowing down hard, John moved over to the side of the bed lowering down on it. Extending his hand out, he grabbed the blankets and pulled it down over your body letting the blanket rest at your hips. Your naked upper half was on display and you were okay with it.
Stretching out his long fingers, John palmed in over your abdomen. Dragging it up over your breast, he cupped it firmly in his large hand and it had Deanโs cheeks flushing over with color, โIf you want to leave, youโre welcome to, but I think youโd be missing out.โ
Giving his son a final glance, John turned toward you, using his free hand to curl his finger in underneath your chin to get you to raise your head up. Claiming your lips in a forceful kiss took your breath away. Your eyes came to a slow close with the way he took you in that moment. You had always wanted to kiss John, but never had the guts to do it. Now with his lips caressing over yours, you were eagerly kissing him back enjoying the taste of him. Surprised, you felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to brush against yours and you lifted your hand to hook your fingers into his wet hair.
โGood girl,โ John growled when his lips pulled away from yours, capturing your jaw between his thumb and index fingers. Stealing a quick look back at Dean, John knew that by the expression over his sonโs face he was lost in contemplation. โIf this weirds you out too much, youโre welcome to leave.โ
In that moment, Johnโs hand lowered with his thumb circling over your nipple causing it to grow into a hard bud. He was so nonchalant about the way he was doing things. It had Deanโs eyes following the movement with his lips parting.
After taking a minute to consider, Deanโs hands rested at his hips and he nodded, โYou would want both of us? And youโre okay with that?โ
โI am,โ you admitted right as John lowered down again to start covering the side of your neck with wet kisses. His left hand wrapped around your throat in a possessive grasp eliciting a hiss from you, but you liked the way that it felt.
With a nod, Dean moved across the room and sat at the other side of you opposite of John. Matching his fatherโs motions, Deanโs lips pressed in over your jawline pampering your flesh with wet kisses. The grasp Johnโs hand had on your throat grew stronger having you suck in a sharp breath. A moment later, he was standing up from the bed and Dean stole a quick kiss from your lips. The taste of you still lingered over his lips making you hum.
โAlright sweetheart,โ John breathed out, curling his finger in underneath your chin to get you to turn your head toward him. Releasing the grasp he had on the towel had it fall to his feet in a thud allowing his body to be exposed to you. With John still being wet from his shower, the dark curls of hair over his body enhanced the lines of every inch of him. Johnโs girthy uncut cock was semi-erect and it was big. He also had a nice set of testicles on him too. It took your breath away seeing it. By the look on Johnโs face you knew he was waiting for you to pleasure him. You could tell by the expecting look in his hazel eyes. Grabbing a hold of the base, John wiggled it a bit bringing your attention to it. โGo ahead.โ ย
With a smirk you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over the side. Stepping closer, John allowed you to press lingering kisses at his hips. It had his head tipping back, his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Nibbling at the soft flesh just under his navel had him releasing an intoxicating growl that spread chills throughout your body.
Shakily reaching up, your fingers curled loosely around Johnโs manhood giving it a few small strokes. At that moment, you felt the warmth of Dean moving in behind you. A tender caress at your shoulders was felt before he started pampering your flesh with hot, wet kisses. Stepping closer to the bed, John lifted his cock up to your lips dragging it across your lips.
โBe a good girl and open your mouth,โ John ordered and you did as he said. Wrapping your lips around Johnโs cock had him humming out with his fingers sinking into your hair. With flicks of your tongue, you lapped at Johnโs body enjoying how he seemed to grow harder in your mouth. Purring out against Johnโs flesh had him moaning out when you felt Deanโs hands drag across the length of your breasts. Deanโs hands were everywhere, touching you and caressing you in attempts to sooth you and make you comfortable. Pulling your lips away from Johnโs body, you took your time to sheath him in your grasp teasing the flesh back and forth over his growing erection. His hazel eyes watched you closely with you leaning in to kiss at the tip of his cock, sweeping your tongue around the sensitive underside. โThatโs it.โ
Purring out, you felt Deanโs hand reaching between your thigh to caress over your mound. The sound vibrated against Johnโs body having him involuntarily arching forward toward you. Dean left tiny nibbles at your shoulder and John led you back toward his arousal. Hooking his fingers around the back of your head helped in leading you to take his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. It was hard to take at first, a slight gagging sound falling from your throat with John groaning out. Thrusting his hips toward your throat had his cock pulling back and pushing forward toward the back of your throat. Wet, slurping sounds were filling the air and Johnโs manhood was growing harder with every move he made.
โThatโs good,โ John hummed, pulling you away from his cock by grasping your hair and tugging you back. Stroking his erection in his palm drew attention to the tip and you held your tongue out eliciting a smile from John. Tapping his length against your tongue had an amused rumble of a sound escaping him. Deanโs fingers were working furiously between your thighs and greedily you were rocking your hips against his movements. Dragging your tongue across the slit of Johnโs manhood left you with the taste of him and you licked your lips. โDean, get up.โ
Snapping his fingers, John pointed to the area beside him. Doing as he was told had you panting out, yearning to be touched again with your hips twitching and your body aching at the loss of friction. Whimpering, Johnโs firm grasp returned with him getting you to tip your head back. A demanding, breath-taking kiss was stolen from your lips and it had you caressing up over the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into his thick locks. The way his tongue caressed over yours made it feel like the room was spinning around you. As soon as Dean stepped before you, John took his time pulling back, giving your bottom lip a tiny tug and then he dragged his tongue out over the inside of your bottom lip.
Licking his lips when he pulled away, John dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. There was still discomfort in Deanโs features when you looked to him. Undoubtedly this was the first time that he had a threesome with his father and you pictured thatโd be uncomfortable for anyone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John stroking over his length in sluggish movements. Between the two of them, there were a lot of similarities, but also a lot of differences. John had a lot more hair on his body, whereas Dean was mostly smooth.
Grasping to the loops on Deanโs jeans, you tugged him forward eliciting a gasp from him. Stumbling toward you, Dean swept his fingers in over the side of your face drawing you to close your eyes. Turning your head toward his touch left you appreciating the gentleness of Dean. Kissing at his pulse point took Deanโs breath away and he shuddered. There was a big difference between John and Dean already. John was dirty in the best of ways, but Dean appeared to be more innocent. Then again, did an innocent man really have that kind of talent when going down on someone?
Unhooking the belt in Deanโs pants, you felt a breath catch in your throat with John lowering down beside you on the bed. John was sweeping your hair from your neck, his mouth covering the side of your neck with you pulling apart Deanโs pants. Licking his lips, Dean traced his thumb in over your bottom lip collecting the wetness at your lips. Allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth, you looked up at him with big eyes enjoying the way that it felt between the two of them.
โYouโre so beautiful,โ Dean commented, his green eyes locked on your movements while you sucked at the tip.
โFucking gorgeous,โ John agreed, his large palm pressing between your thighs causing your eyes to flutter to a close. Shifting your hips forward and opening your thighs gave room for John to caress and touch you as he pleased.
Parting the material of Deanโs jeans, you tried to focus yourself. Sliding your hands down over his hips, you grabbed at his jeans tugging them down firmly. The movement had Deanโs hard cock bouncing free from behind the confinements. Unlike John, Dean was already rock solid with his erection throbbing. Which honestly made since after everything the two of you had already gone through before John showed up. Like his father, he was uncut and big. Not as thick as John, but still impressive. It visibly ran in the family.
The way it bobbed in front of you had your mouth watering. Like you had done with John, you curled your fingers around Deanโs length, stroking it while you peppered his hips with wet kisses. Gasping, you felt your body being pulled forward toward the edge of the bed. It had you falling back on your elbows. John had lowered himself between your thighs and Dean had knelt on the corner of the bed to make it easier for him to trace the tip of his cock over your lips. Drawing your mouth open further, you allowed Dean to press his hips forward to sink his cock between your lips. Dragging your tongue along the smooth length of his cock had Dean dropping his head back and moaning out.
John now had situated himself between your legs, his rough palms caressing over the fleshy part of your thighs. It was hard to focus with Johnโs kisses growing closer to your core, but you did your best to stroke over Deanโs body at the same pace that your mouth was moving over his length. By the time that Johnโs mouth met your center, it was easy to tell that he was much rougher than Dean was. Closing your eyes, you hummed against Deanโs cock getting him to shudder on his knees before you. Bracing himself with his free hand on the bed, Dean lowered just enough to help start thrusting his hips forward drawing his cock further into your throat.
Wet slurping sounds surrounded the both of you between John eating you out and you giving Dean a blowjob. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see John shaking his head from side to side. Pulling back every so often to lick his lips. John was feasting on you like he hadnโt eaten in weeks. Growls were escaping his throat, his tongue lapping at your entrance having you crying out.
One of Johnโs long, slender digits circled your entrance before pushing forward into your warmth. Cooing out, you watched John pumping his finger inside of you at a steady tempo. Joining the first, John inserted a second finger rubbing them up against your g-spot. Dropping his head back between your thighs, Johnโs lips latched to your clit, slurping and suckling at the sensitive bud.
โRest back,โ Dean urged you getting you to lay back against the bed. Bracing his hands on the bed, Dean used his right hand to urge his cock back to your lips. Opening up, you knew you were shaking with what John was building up inside of you. Sinking his member back into your mouth had Dean moaning out at the heat that surrounded him. Being careful at first, Dean was thrusting his hips working to fuck your throat while John pleasured you.
It was hard to breathe, but you were doing your best with your hands squeezing up and over Deanโs hips. Tremoring, you began to realize the pressure that John was flooding you with. The pit of your belly was tingling, your hips arching up toward every caress of his tongue. Moaning out sent vibrations throughout Deanโs body with his cock down your throat. A wet sound filled the air with a growl from John having you pulling your hips up and away from him. Pushing into Deanโs hip gave him the hint he needed to let you have a minute with you rolling onto your side. Your body was shaking, your thighs twitching and your eyes slammed close.
โOh, sheโs gonna be fun,โ John stammered, getting up from the bed and reaching for you. Moving you to the center of the bed, John gave Dean a quick look and cleared his throat. โWhy donโt you go first?โ
โYeah?โ Dean confirmed with John who gave him a confident nod. Crawling in over you, Dean attempted to get you to open your eyes. Whimpering out, your breathing was broken and your body was still high off of what John had done to you. โLook at me beautiful.โ
Forcing your eyes open, your heart skipped a beat at the way that Dean was looking at you. Even though this whole thing was meant for John, you werenโt really losing out in getting Dean either. He was gorgeous and the way he looked at you took your breath away.
โIโm gonna go grab something,โ John announced pointing back toward the door that connected your rooms together. There was a kick to his step, but before you could say anything to beckon him back, Deanโs hand palmed in over the side of your face getting your eyes to connect with his.
This was never a way you pictured yourself with Dean. Yeah, the two of you had kissed in heat of the moment situations or when you were both drunk, but you never saw it going any further than that. But now with the warmth of Deanโs naked body over yours, you realized that this was actually happening.
Bracing himself on his left hand, Dean allowed his hand to trace down over your side, down over your hip and to your thigh. Chills flooded your body with the way it felt, your breath catching in your throat with the way he looked at you. It was safe to say that you were looking at Dean in a completely new light.
โYou have no idea how long Iโve dreamt of doing this,โ Dean breathed, his words vibrating against your lips with you arching up toward him wanting him to kiss you. An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips and it was a smile that you had seen so many times before on John. Bringing your lips together in a heated sweep, Dean reached between the two of you leading himself to your entrance. With a push forward of his hips, the tip entered you causing you to moan out and drop your head back into the pillows further. Deanโs lips found their way to your jawline, peppering your skin with wet kisses that felt incredible.
Deanโs forehead pressed forward against yours, pushing forward agonizingly slow until he filled you completely. It had your hips arching up toward his, your body trembling at the way it felt with him inside of you. Your lips were agape, your fingers caressing into Deanโs shoulders until his hips pulled back. Each movement was dragged out with Dean thrusting forward and then back. Everything was brand new so you felt like Dean was taking his time to cherish the way your warmth felt around him. Footsteps were heard and you clung to Dean, looking beyond the bed to see that John was returning to the room. Setting down what he had grabbed on the corner table, John smirked seeing you biting down on your bottom lip as Deanโs movements grew faster. Sharp breaths were falling from your throat, your eyes locked on Johnโs while his son fucked you. Dropping his hand down, John curled his fingers around his swollen erection sheathing the skin in his fist as he jerked himself off.
With your eyes still locked on John, you kissed at the side of Deanโs face moaning in his ear as his thrusts became more pronounced with his hips smacking up against yours.
โAlright Dean, donโt be greedy,โ John slurred, moving over beside the bed to hint to Dean that it was time to switch up. With a frown, Dean pulled his hips away from yours leaving you with a whimpering sound. It didnโt take long for John to reach for you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Positioning himself between your thighs, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed hooking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up over his thighs. โYouโve been a real tease, you know that?โ
Licking your lips, you lowered your stare to watch John grabbing a hold of his erection, tapping the swollen tip against your clit. Purring out, you arched your hips up toward John hearing him hum in appreciation. Tracing his cock over the length of your sex, John took his time to admire your body stretched out before him. Lining his body up with your entrance had you sucking in a sharp breath of air. With a firm smack forward, John thrust inside of you with a wet sound. Unlike Dean who took his time, John forced you to take all of him. Whining out, your body arched at the stretching feeling his thick cock left you with.
โNow thatโs a beautiful sight,โ John hummed, licking his lips at the way his cock looked inside of you. Pulling his hips back dragged out his girthy cock just to the tip. Hooking his arms tightly around your thighs, John smacked forward again. It had your breasts bouncing with the force, your cries flooding the air. Repeating the motion again and again, John kept his right arm hooked firmly around your thigh while the left outstretched to cup one of your breasts in his large palm. Circling his thumb in over the nipple, with his head tipping back.
โDoes that feel good?โ Dean whispered, the warmth of him pressing in beside you and you felt his lips kissing at your jawline. Nodding, you couldnโt form words. You just turned your head to the side and met Dean in another hot, lingering kiss. Johnโs thrusts seem to grow stronger having you wince against Deanโs mouth. Dropping his right hand, Deanโs fingers connected with your clit trying to match the pace his fatherโs hips were making. Cooing out, you bit at Deanโs bottom lip giving it a firm tug enjoying the moan that you got from Dean.
โI have an idea,โ John announced, pulling his body from yours swiftly leaving you with the worst empty, aching feeling that you could imagine. Breathing loudly, your heart was hammering in your chest while Deanโs fingers continue to caress over your sensitive folds. Heading to the table to grab what he had brought in, John waved his finger about and nodded toward the bed. โGet on your hands and knees.โ
Doing as you were told, which you often did when John gave you an order, you shakily pulled yourself up. It was harder than you thought it would be with the way your body was tremoring. Bracing yourself, you looked over your shoulder when you felt someone palming down between your shoulder blades over the length of your spine. It was John who was gazing over your body. His erection bounced with his movement when he palmed down over your hips to give them a firm squeeze.
With John behind you, Dean worked himself before you to lower himself down on the bed. Motioning you to lower down, Dean curled his fingers around the back of your neck and led your mouth back to his length. This time you took him eagerly between your lips, working to bob your head in steady movements over his manhood.
โYou have such a beautiful ass,โ John growled, his hands squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Giving it a firm spank had you moaning against Deanโs cock and his head dropped back with a throaty groan. Another spank had your hips bouncing forward and then back against John. The sensation of his cock pressing against your bottom was there as he palmed and squeezed at your flesh once more. Pulling your lips from Deanโs arousal with a wet popping sound, you purred out with John kissing at your lower back and his hands caressing at your thighs. Lowering down behind you, John squeezed at your fleshy bottom, separating the flesh so he could drag his tongue in a long strip along the length of your sex. Focusing on your entrance, Johnโs tongue flicked, plunged and he slurped at your flesh. Kissing at the tip of Deanโs cock, you tried to focus on continuing to give him a blowjob but you felt Johnโs tongue drag out against your tight pucker and it made you whimper. Looking back, you saw John pushing apart your cheeks while his tongue focused on your ass eliciting a whine from you. It was a strange sensation that you had never done before, but you didnโt hate it. It had your body tremoring, your hips bouncing back toward him with a growl from John vibrating against your body. Pulling back, John spit causing your hips to bounce forward before he went back to eagerly feasting at your body. Standing up, John yanked your hips back and sank into you again with his thumb circling your tight pucker. Trembling beneath him, your head lowered resting against Deanโs hip with the loud smacking sounds that Johnโs thrusts were causing. โDo you think you can take the both of us.โ
โYou meanโฆโ you cooed out with Johnโs thumb pushing itโs way into the ring of muscle of your tight canal while he continued to pound into your pussy leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.
โYes, thatโs exactly what I mean,โ John rumbled proudly, sucking in a sharp breath with how good it felt with the warmth of your body surrounding him. By the sounds you were making and the way you were tremoring, it was obvious that you were nearing another orgasm. Right when he got you to the edge, he pulled from your body eliciting an upset whine. โLay down on your side. Dean, get her comfortable.โ
Helping you to roll over onto your side, Dean laid in beside you urging your leg up over his hip. Pressing in closely, Dean reached between the two of you to lead his cock back into your eager body. Arching in closer to Dean, you were still riding off the high of John almost getting you to another orgasm only to keep you from it. Deanโs heavy breaths were warm against your lips while the two of you shared kisses with the bed dipping behind you.
The heat of Johnโs body moving in behind you had your forehead pressing to Deanโs. Licking at his lips, Deanโs fingers swept over your jawline having you turn your head toward his hand to press a kiss at the center of his palm.
Tender caresses were felt over your fleshy bottom and it surprised you since John had been rather forceful with the way he had done things previously. Looking back over your shoulder, you met John in a passionate kiss. Sliding in closer to you, John reached for the bottle of lube that he had grabbed earlier. Popping open the lid had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Deanโs movements had slowed with his hands dropping to your hips to keep you steady.
โDean,โ you panted, your body aching with the way he was stagnant inside of you. Your body wanted that movement, it needed it. Forcing you forward toward Dean, Johnโs hands braced at the small of your back. Arching your back, you felt the cool liquid pouring down in over your flesh and closed your eyes tightly when Johnโs fingers started to stroke and prod over your tight pucker. Wincing, you buried your head against the side of Deanโs neck, panting when Johnโs fingers entered you. Thrusting again and again to prepare you for what undoubtedly you werenโt ready for.
When Johnโs fingers pulled from your body, you whined and John hushed you from behind. Again he reached for the bottle to coat his thick cock in the slick fluid. Pressing his hips forward, John brought your bodies together with all of your legs tangling with how you were sandwiched between both him and Dean.
โYouโre such a good girl,โ John growled, nipping at your jawline giving your chin a small bite. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, you tensed up with the swollen tip of Johnโs cock at your tight hole. Bouncing your hips up had Dean moaning out and his grasp on your hips grew tighter. โHey, relax. I would never hurt you. Ever.โ
โI know,โ you tried to relax yourself, lowering your hips back down. Caressing down over your arm, Johnโs left hand found yours. Hooking his fingers with yours, he used his right hand to lead himself into your tight opening. A deep rumble of a growl fell from Johnโs throat as the tip of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. It had you clutching tightly to Dean who whispered calming words in your ear while he pressed kisses against your skin. โJohn.โ
โI know,โ John hushed, a raspy moan rumbling against the back of your neck from where he was nuzzling his nose. Reaching back, you grasped a hold of Johnโs thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh. Using his strength, he pushed forward further having you let out a pained sound. โDo you need me to stop?โ
โNo,โ you realized that your fingers were digging so hard into his skin that he might have thought you needed to. โJust give me a minuteโฆโ
โNo problem,โ John whispered, his hand lifting up to curl his fingers around your throat. Closing your eyes, you appreciated the way that Deanโs lips covered yours. Soon as you were relaxed, you gave John the nod to continue to fill you. The stretch between the two of them was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had never felt this full before and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. โLet us know when youโre okay.โ
โYou can go ahead,โ you confirmed for them, swallowing hard bringing more attention to the grasp that was over your throat. Whimpering, you didnโt expect this to feel like it did, but you didnโt hate it. Their movements were uneven at first. Dean faster because you were already used to him inside of you, but John was slower, trying to work you into being comfortable. By the time their tempos matched, it left you a panting mess between them. Their hands were everywhere, touching you and making you theirs. Deanโs moans were short often with his nose buried against the side of your neck and Johnโs were loud, raspy against the back of your neck or on your shoulder.
The sounds coming from the both of them turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Which honestly probably helped you enjoy this all the more. Lowering your hand, you curled it around John and urged his movements to be harder.
โAre you okay?โ Dean whispered, drawing your attention to him by grasping at your chin. With a nod, you knew that you were breathless and you could hardly gather your words. Deanโs mouth claimed yours again, his tongue brushing against yours.
With how paper think these walls were, you hoped that no one was on the other side because none of you were being quiet. The headboard was smacking up against the wall, moans flooding the air. By now your hips were eagerly rocking back between Dean and John taking them in and out of you.
โFuck, youโre so tight,โ John slurred against the side of your face, his grasp growing tighter to your hips. With how hard he was grasping to your flesh, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Pulling your hand forward, you hooked your fingers with Johnโs. Nipping at your earlobe, John gave it a small tug before whispering in your ear. โYouโre doing so good. Iโm so proud of you.โ
โPleaseโฆโ you panted knowing that you were still riding that line of being right on the edge of an orgasm. Realizing what it was you were looking for, Dean started to bounce his hips harder against you. It had you rocking back harder toward John so every pull and push of their cocks was not only harder, but faster inside of you.
The smacking of Johnโs lower abdomen against your ass grew louder until he roared out, pulling out of you and you felt the splashes of his cum covering your ass along with your lower back. Kiss after forceful kissed was pressed at your neck with Dean pulling you closer to him. He was desperate to get you a release as well as himself. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you purred out and tossed your head back when a rush flooded to your temples. Covering your lips with his, Deanโs moans became more frequent with him pulling his hips back and thrusting his hand over his length until he covered your lower abdomen with his release.
Dropping down beside you, the three of you laid out at the center of that bed trying to catch your breath. Johnโs arm possessively wrapped around your waist with Deanโs arm stretched out across your shoulders. For a long time, you were all quiet. Saying nothing because what else was there to say? You were all riding off the high of your orgasms.
โItโs going to be weird from here on out, isnโt it?โ Dean lifted his head, his messy hair in his eyes while he looked you over.
โOnly if you let it be,โ John snorted, turning his face further into his pillow with a huff. โDonโt ruin a good thing Dean. Shut up.โ
An involuntary laugh fell from your lips. It got you a glare from Dean, but you were impressed that John wasnโt going to let this change anything. You didnโt want anything to change. The only thing that maybe you hoped would possibly change was getting to sleep with them on occasion. Other than that? This was the perfect scenario for you and you loved it.
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Quiet sister, concerned brothers
Dean and Sam Winchester x little sister!reader
Summery: Dean and Sam Winchester have a 15 year old half sister who often feels neglected and overlooked by her brothers. Her sadness and loneliness build up until she can no longer hide her feelings.
Trigger warning: way to much use of Y/N, emotional neglect
Word count: 1.5k words
A/N: I used a different perspective this time. Please please let me know which one you prefer so I know what to continue with! Thanks.
The creaky old bunker was silent, a rare occurrence given the nature of it's inhabitants. Y/N sat on her bed, the flickering light from a nearby lamp casting long shadows on the walls. She hugged her knees tight to her chest, feeling the weight of another day spend in the background.
Sam and Dean, her older brothers, had been on a hunt all day. She texted them but unsurprisingly received no answer from any of them. They returned the next day around noon with stories about demons and near-death experiences, hardly acknowledging her presence as they recounted their tiring adventures.
Y/N was used to this. As long as she can remember, she had been the quiet, shy girl who stayed in the shadows while her brothers were always the center of attention.
She loved them dearly, of course she did. They have raised her, they gave her a family. Something she never new before them. But the constant feeling of being forgotten gnawed at her heart. She knew they didn't mean to emotionally neglect her, it was just how things were. Sam and Dean are hunters and she is justโฆ. there
โฆ.
A week later they were on the road again, driving to a small town in Nebraska where strange disappearances had been reported. Y/N joined them this time. She felt as if she is going to suffocate if she stayed in that bunker for any longer.
She sat in the back of the Impala with her head resting against the cold window. The low rumble of the engine was almost comforting, a familiar sound in her otherwise tumultuous life.
Dean glanced at her in the rear-view mirror, a frown creasing his forehead. "You okay back there kid?"
Y/N forced a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Sam turned around in his seat, giving her a concerned look. "You sure? You've been pretty quiet lately. More than usual. You barely talk to us." "Yeah I'm fine, just tired", she lied, hoping they would drop the subject. She didn't want to burden them with her feelings. They had enough to worry about.
Dean just shrugged and turned up the music, and Sam went back to his research. Both of them just believing her lie for now. None of them had the energy to deal with it at the moment.
Y/N closed her eyes, trying to push away the sadness that threatened to overwhelm her.
The hunt went relatively well. Sure it could have gone way better but it's not the worst one they've had so far. Turns out the disappearances were caused by a little groupe of vampires. Fortunately for them it was easy to track them down to an abandoned warehouse. The killing part was a bit more tricky though.
Y/N helped out a lot this time. She was quite proud of herself for that. Thought that Sam and Dean would be impressed but did they even acknowledge her hard work? absolutely not.
"You did good kid but you could definitely improve your skills with the machete and you also need to work more on your stamina you are way to slow." Those are the first words she hear from Dean as they walk back to the car. Of course it hurts. She tried so hard to make them acknowledge her skills but apparently all they see is her weakness or simply nothing at all.
Sam doesn't confirm Dean's criticism but he also doesn't defend his sister in any way. The walk back to the car is just silent and tense. A feeling Y/N is simply sick of.
It doesn't get any better in the car so all she does is put her headphones in to listen to music to drown her loud bad thoughts and her brother's voices.
....
The next time they went on a hunt didn't go differently. Y/N was allowed to join again. She even tried to show of her great skills against the witch they had to fight but once again it went mostly unnoticed by the two brothers. The only thing that stuck with them was how slow she moved and how much she apparently hesitated when shooting the witch.
She kept quiet for the whole ride back to the bunker. What was she supposed to say anyway.
Back at the bunker Dean is the first one to break the silence between the siblings. "Hey kiddo remind me to teach you how to use a gun properly. You suck a little at that" He said as he went to grab a beer. His words were meant in a playful way but for Y/N it's enough to set her off completely.
"Can't you just stop with that?!" Sam and Dean both turn to look at her with a confused frown. "Stop with what?" Dean asks bewildered.
"With t-this! I just can't listen to you constantly telling me that I am not good enough. Every time I do something good you find something bad to say. Both of you just completely ignored the fact that I killed the witch on the hunt today all that was important to you was to tell me I suck at shooting! And when you don't criticize everything I do, you just don't talk to me. I simply get ignored. That's not fair!"
Y/N stopped once she ran out of breath but she was not anywhere near done letting everything out
"Y/N what-" Sam immediately gets interrupted by his sister. "No! I'm done. I'm done with hunting. I am done doing anything in my power to make you acknowledge my hard work for nothing and I am done with seeking your validation and attention at all times!"
None of the brothers get a chance to say anything because the second the girl is done she storms off to her room. Not that they knew what to say anyway.
The silence that follows is a tense one. Both brothers are at loss for words. Her speech was something none of them expected to hear. "Should we go check up on her? That was pretty intense"
But Sam shakes his head at Dean's suggestion. "No, we should let her cool off for a bit. I'll check up on her later"
....
Dean can't help but think about every interaction he had with his sister after every hunt and he unfortunately has to admit to himself that what Y/N said was true. The guilt is more than visible on his face it seems as if he is drowning in it. Sam isn't feeling any better. He is trying his best to no stand up and rush into his sisters bedroom and apologize for everything he and his brother said to her to make her feel as if she was not good enough.
He is holding that urge back fairly well but the moment he heard loud crying from her room he decides he is done with waiting and giving her space. He just needs to see if she is alright and fix this.
He walks up towards the door of your bedroom and softly knocks on it. "Hey...do you mind if we talk for a moment? I just want to make sure you're okay" Sam waits for a couple seconds which feels like minutes to him. But he receives no answer from the girl on the other side of the door. So he tries again but yet he gets no answer this time either.
Sam knows her silence is answer enough and turns around to leave. Not even two steps later he hears the door opening and his little sister's sad sniffles. He turns towards her and the mere sight of his sibling standing there with red rimmed eyes and a tired expression, was enough to break his heart into many pieces. Especially because he knows he is at fault.
"We can talk if you want" Her voice sounds raspy and her words come out quiet. A big indicator that she has been crying for a long time.
Sam simply nods and follows her into her room. Both sit down on the bed. Y/N looks towards her hands and keeps her gaze fixated on that.
"I wanted to apologize for making you feel as if you are not good enough. That was really not alright. You are great kid. You help us out so much. Doesn't matter if it's with research, or hunting or just helping around the bunker. Dean and I appreciate it. We appreciate you"
Y/N scoffs which slightly takes her older brother by surprise. "Well none of you know how to show that said appreciation"
Sam sighs since he knows she is right. "I know we don't but I really mean it when I say that we do care and do acknowledge your help and hard work. Even when we tell you about the thing you could improve. I also know how harsh Dean's words must have sounded to you and he feels bad. He really does."
The teenaged girl stays silent for a moment before finally nodding. "I forgive you. But I still want to take a little break from hunting. I'll help with research, sure but that's all. It's just too much right now" Sam agrees with you. "Sure that's fine. I understand, kid. And so will Dean"
Y/N looks up from her fidgeting fingers and turns her head towards her brother while wiping her tears. "Thank you Sam"
"Don't thank me, sweetheart. Please" Another silence follows after Sam's words. Yet this time it's not tense or heavy. It's comforting.
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basically, iโm trying to get into writing again and what better way to do it then taylor swift!! im not saying this will be updated regularly, or even SEMI regularly.. just kinda at my pace.
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โค ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ in which two former lovers have moved on and gotten with other people.
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โค ๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ in which dean winchester often finds himself in the same place.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ in which anthony bridgerton struggles to allow himself to open himself up, even to the first person he ever loved.
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โค ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ in which a certain small town girl canโt seem to get over her highschool lover.
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โค ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ in which two souls work on learning to live without each other after an engagement goes up in flames.
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Safety First
Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: you get kidnapped, and the boys have to find a way to find you
Warnings: hurt feelings, reader gets drugged, kidnapped, and injured (slightly). Panic attack, angst with a happy ending
โDean.โ Your voice was thick with sleep as the Impala approached a bar late at night. โWhy arenโt we going to the motel?โ
โI want to stop in here first,โ Dean grumbled. The day of driving had worn him down, and heโd been a bit grumpy for the past few hours. โMaybe weโll find someone who saw something.โ
โItโs late,โ you complained. โCanโt we do that tomorrow? I mean, we already know that itโs probably vampires.โ
โIโm not gonna take a chance on that just so you can go to sleep,โ Dean snapped. โWe canโt ever afford to be stupid with this job, you know that. Stay in the car if you want.โ
And Dean was out of the car before Sam could tell him off for being a jerk.
โHeโs just tired,โ Sam offered lamely. โWhy donโt you come in and get a soda or something, this shouldnโt take long,โ he added, but he didnโt wait for a response as he followed Dean into the bar.
You swallowed a few times to try to lessen the lump in your throat as you climbed out of the car. You wrapped your arms around yourself as the cold air bit into your skin, cursing yourself for even opening your mouth. How could you be selfish like that when people were dying? Hadnโt dad and Dean always told you the hunt came first, especially when innocent people were in danger?
โWe canโt ever afford to be stupid with this job.โ
Dean was rightโyou were stupid, and now Dean thought you cared more about sleep than about being safe for the hunt.
You shuffled your way into the bar, trying to keep yourself from crying while also trying to convince yourself that Dean was just grumpy, and he would forget about your complaining before the night was even out. You didnโt want him to think that you were selfish or stupid.
You almost didnโt noticed when you entered the bar, except for the fact that you smacked face-first into someoneโs chest.
โS-sorry,โ you muttered, feeling worse than ever as you tried to squeeze around the poor person that you had just barreled into.
โNo problem,โ a honey-sweet voice tickled your ears as a kind face came into your view. A dark-haired man with a smile just as sweet as his voice was looking down at you. โI like your shirt,โ he added.
โOhโฆthanks,โ you said, the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile, your gloomy mood lifting just a little. It was your favorite shirt, and any compliment right now helped your low spirits.
โYou look like youโre having a rough night. Can I buy you a drink?โ
โOh, umโฆโ your senses were suddenly raised. Who was this guy, and what did he want? You were obviously underage, so whyโฆ
โA soda,โ he added quickly, sensing your unease. โIโm sorry, I must seem like kind of a creeper, itโs justโฆitโs not very common to see a kid in hereโin fact, Iโm surprised you got let inโand I want to make sure youโre ok. Are youโฆok?โ
You felt yourself relaxing just a bitโthis was just a nice stranger concerned about a kid in a bar. Maybe your hunterโs sense wasnโt as good as you thought, and youโd just been nervous for nothing.
โIโm ok. My brothers areโฆaround here somewhere. But Iโd love a soda.โ
โGreat!โ The man led you through the crowd of drunk adults and to a barstool. โA soda and a beer, please,โ he said to the bartender, who glanced at you for a long moment before turning to get the drinks.
The dark haired man passed you your drink when the bartender placed it in front of him, and once you had it you found suddenly that you didnโt know what to do or say. You didnโt know anything about this guy, and you couldnโt really tell him anything about you, so what were you supposed to say? You took a long sip of your drink, trying to make the silence seem comfortable.
โDo your brothers take you to bars often?โ The man asked, a hint of humor in his voice trying to mask obvious concern.
โOnly when we go somewhere new,โ you said, trying not to lie but also trying not to alarm the man. โI guess they think itโs a good way to meet new people.โ You took another long sip, hoping that the man wouldnโt start to ask any hard questions. You didnโt want to lie to this kind stranger.
But he didnโt ask any more questionsโwhich was good, because your exhaustion seemed to be catching up to you again. You found yourself struggling to lift your eyelids, and after a few unintentionally long blinks you began to look around for your brothers. You spotted Dean in a corner, and you were about to slide off your seat and go to him when you remembered what heโd said.
โIโm not gonna take a chance on that just so you can go to sleep.โ
You would just have to force yourself to stay awakeโฆ
But for some reason, you couldnโt, and the harder you tried the more you felt your whole body starting to sag, drooping down like a melting ice cream cone.
Hands suddenly caught you under your arms as you slipped off your chair, and you vaguely registered that it was the dark haired stranger. You tried to speak, but your mouth was just too numbโit felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, and even though you got your jaw to open, you couldnโt force any sound out.
Between sleepy blinks, your eyes found those of the dark haired man. You couldnโt quite tell because of the fog in your mind, but as you finally lost your grip on consciousness you could swear that the eyes that met yours were pitch blackโฆ
โฆ
โSam.โ Sam turned to see his older brother behind him, glancing around the bar. โItโs time to go. Whereโs Y/N?โ
โShe came in right behind me, I thought she went to find you,โ Sam offered as he joined Dean in the glancing search.
โWhat? No I thought she was with you,โ Dean replied, looking suddenly more panicked.
โAlright, Iโll check this half, you look over there,โ Sam said, trying to ebb his rising fear.
Twenty minutes later, they still couldnโt find you. Sam had even sent some woman into the womenโs bathroom to look for you, with no results. Dean got the same lack of you when he went to search the Impala.
โDo you think she ran off?โ Dean voiced the concern that had been nagging his mind since the moment he couldnโt find you. โIโฆI didnโt mean to snap at her like that, really.โ
โShe wouldnโt have left because of that,โ Sam assured him, having thought of the same thing. โYou hurt her, I do know that, but she wouldnโt have run.โ
Dean cringed at Samโs words.
โI really screwed up, didnโt I?โ
โKind of,โ Sam sighed. โYou can apologize if we find her.โ
โWhen we find her,โ Dean corrected harshly, hoping that he was right.
โฆ
Pain pounded behind your eyes before you even opened them. Once you did lift your eyelids, it took you several long, panicky seconds before you could even tell the difference between opened and closed.
It was nearly pitch black around you, with only vague shapes making themselves known in the darkness. The floor was rough and scratchy beneath you, and it was cold to the touch when you put your hands down to push yourself up. You only made it halfway to your feet before an unexpected force biting into your wrist held you down, and the shock of it dropped you back to your knees. The rattle of chains accompanied your fall.
โHello?โ Your voice echoed off stone walls, tinny and weak. No reply came.
You tugged at the chain on your wrist, and found that it only allowed about a couple feet of clearance, which was why you could barely stand with it attached to the floor.
The weight of your situation hit you at the same time as your memoryโฆ
The manโthe demon!โfrom the bar. He mustโve slipped something into your drink, and now who knew where you were?
โHelp!โ You cried out between your sudden panicked gasps of breath. You rubbed at your chest as it began to tighten in fear. โSomebody help me, please!โ
Your voice bounced uselessly off the walls, your own desperation mocking you as it reverberated back to your ears.
A harsh scraping preceded a sudden burst of light as a door you hadnโt been able to see against the far wall started to open.
โSheโs awake!โ The kind voice didnโt sound so kind anymore, and the gentle features were twisted into a sickening smirk. โAnd how is our little visitor?โ The dark haired demon stepped into your cell, and the light pouring in through the open door allowed you to see his raven black eyes.
โWhere am I?โ You demanded. โWhat do you want?โ
โBoth of those questions are on a need to know basis, and you donโt,โ the man responded, chuckling cruelly.
โItโs not gonna work,โ you insisted. โIt-it doesnโt matter what youโre doing, because my brothersโโ
The stinging pain of a strong hand against your face stopped your threats. The man moved so quickly that you had barely even seen him step towards you before heโd swung, slapping you backwards so that the back of your head slammed against the stone wall and your wrist was stopped painfully by the chain around in. You staggered forwards, tasting blood and trying to get the rusted chain to settle at a different part of your wristโone not cut from the abuse it had suffered.
โYou talk too much,โ the man growled. โTry to threaten me again, and youโll get a lot worse.โ
You didnโt speak as the man pulled a cell phone from his back pocket and dialed. After a moment, he spoke.
โHello, Winchesters. Now now, thereโs no need for threats, I just want to chat. I found your little sister, you see, and Iโd like to give her back. However, Iโve hit a problem; you boys have been sniffing around where you shouldnโt. Youโre in the wrong town, and I want you to leave. As soon as we know youโre gone, weโll take this little brat of yours and put her on a bus, and sheโll be back to you safe and sound. If notโฆwell, weโll be shipping her in a tiny little box instead.โ
You found yourself sinking to your knees as the demon talked to one of your brothers, exhausted from the pounding in your head and weak from fear.
โOh?โ The manโs tone suddenly changed, and you found yourself trying to melt into the shadows as you shrunk away from him. โYou want proof, huh?โ He pulled the phone away from his face, and suddenly his black eyes were on you. โYour big brothers donโt believe that youโre here. How about we fix that?โ Almost before you could blink, your arm was twisted behind your back and the demon was yanking you to your feet. He twisted you around and shoved you face-first against the stone wall. The wall was just barely too far away from the chain around your wrist, but the force of the demonโs blow had your wrist twisting at an odd angle against the chain, and it was enough for your nose to crash against the rough stone.
The cry of pain left you before you could even think to stifle it. You could barely hear the muffled protests of your brothers on the phone before the demon put the phone back to his ear and spoke again.
โNow, was that enough or do I need to get some real screams from her?โฆThats what I thought. Be out of town by tonight, orโฆwell, you already know.โ
The demon threw the phone against the wall, and it shattered. He was out the door by the time the last broken piece hit the floor, and a moment later the door swung shut and you were once again plunged into darkness.
โฆ
โDid you track it?โ Dean asked, waiting with bated breath for his little brotherโs response.
โYes.โ Sam took a deep breath. โDean, are you sure about this? Maybe if we leave, sheโll be safer.โ
Dean shook his head.
โItโs a demon, Sam. Heโs not going to let her go, heโs gonna kill her. We have to do this, we have to save her.โ
โAlright,โ Sam sighed. โAlright, letโs go.โ He watched Dean for a moment before speaking again. โAre you ok?โ
Dean ran a hand over his face.
โThe last thing I said to herโโ
โDonโt,โ Sam snapped. โDonโt do that to yourself. Weโre going to find her, and youโre going to apologize to her. Thatโs not gonna be the last thing you said to her, because weโre going to get her back.โ
โShe just wanted to go to sleep,โ Dean muttered, not listening to Sam. โIf we hadnโt gone into that barโif I had just listened to herโโ
โDean, stop. Weโre going to save her. I know we will.โ
โฆ
You hadnโt realized how dark it was, or how much youโd appreciated the light from the open door, until you lost it. Your breaths came up shallow and unsatisfying as you cradled your dislocated wrist to your chest. You curled your knees under you, folding in on yourself as you hyperventilated. You closed your eyes tightly and tried to imagine that your big brothers were hereโlike they were the last time youโd had a panic attack.
You were on a hunt, and a vampire had knocked you to the floor before jumping on top of you and biting into your neck. You shrieked and struggled as the pain flooded your system.
Dean arrived almost immediately, but he couldnโt get a clear shot to lob the vampโs head off without risking slicing your throat. He dropped his machete and tried to wrench the vampire away from you, but it was no use until Sam was able to join him and together the two of them tore the vampire away. Once he was off, it took a simple swing from Dean to take care of him.
You were lying on the floor, lifting your head away from the pool of blood that now covered the floor.
โDean,โ you whimpered as your breathing shallowed. You gingerly touched your neck, panicking even more when you noticed that the bleeding wouldnโt stop. โDean!โ You cried out again, terrified as your throat constricted from your panic and your head spun from the blood loss.
โHey, hey.โ Deanโs hands were on your face, cradling it gently as his green eyes danced in front of you. โYouโve gotta breathe baby, just breathe.โ
โIโve got you.โ You felt Samโs arms around your shoulder as he helped you into a more comfortable sitting position and supported you up. โBreathe with me, ok? Inโฆoutโฆinโฆโ
With Sam counting off your breaths and Dean repeating. โYouโre ok sweetheart, youโre safe, youโre safe,โ you were slowly able to breathe through your panic attack.
But you didnโt have Sam or Dean now, and you couldnโt seem to grab hold of a single comforting thought as you sobbed and choked over each breath, unable to get air in, and unable to stop panicking about the lack of air.
The sound of the door opening and the blinding light that came with it barely registered as you rocked back and forth on your knees. That is, until you were suddenly yanked to your feet and a pair of black eyes were staring into yours.
โGuess who just didnโt leave town,โ he taunted, and it was then that you saw the gleaming knife gripped in his hand. โAnd guess whoโs gonna pay for it.โ
โYou are.โ Your brain had barely registered the sound of your big brotherโs voice before the black-eyed manโs eyes glowed yellow, then dimmed as he slumped to the floor, dead. โHey sweetheart.โ Dean stood behind where the demon had just been, blood dripping off the demon blade in his hand.
โDean.โ Your breathing had evened a little, but you were still crying as you reached out for your big brother. Your arm was stopped by the chain as Dean stepped over the demonโs body and grabbed hold of your shoulders.
โAre you hurt? Youโre bleeding! Are youโโ Deanโs eyes landed on the cuffs, and he quickly pulled out a lock pick and got to work on it. As soon as you were free, you tried to wrap your arms around Dean, but he kept his hands on your shoulders as he surveyed your injuries.
โDean,โ you whimpered. โIโm-Iโm so sorry, I didnโt know he was a demon, I didnโtโโ
โHey, heyโฆโ Dean soothed. โNone of this was your fault, not one bit. Youโre safe now, Iโm gonna get you home.โ
โHey kiddo,โ Samโs voice in the doorway turned your attention. โOhh youโre safe,โ Sam breathed in relief as he pulled you into his arms.
โSammy,โ you sobbed as you gripped onto his arm with one hand, holding your injured wrist close to your chest to protect it.
โAre you hurt?โ Dean was still tugging at your shoulder, trying to assess your injuries. He stopped his tugging when he heard your whimpers and saw you trying to burrow closer to Sam. โHey, you ok?โ
โI-I thought heโฆI thought he was gonnaโฆheโฆโ you couldnโt seem to voice the fears that flooded your mind and stopped your breath.
โIโve got you.โ Samโs arms tightened around you. โNobodyโs gonna hurt you, youโre okโฆyouโre ok.โ
โCommere.โ Dean wrapped you in his arms when Sam pulled away to make sure no demons were coming. โIโm gonna get you homeโyouโre ok now, I swear.โ
Sam and Dean led you out of your cell and out towards the Impala, Deanโs arm wrapped around you the whole way. As soon as you were in the Impala, Dean had your arm in his hand as he inspected your wrist.
โDislocated,โ he decided. โIโm gonna have toโฆโ
โJust do it,โ you sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly.
โIโll do it,โ Sam volunteered, glancing at Dean. The two of them had a psychic moment before Sam took your small wrist delicately in his big hands and Dean crouched in front of you.
โAre you gonna start making stupid jokes?โ You asked, already smiling as Dean grinned.
โCโmon now, you love my jokes,โ Dean said. โNow, a priest and a demon walk into a barโโ
Deanโs goofy grin and cocky attitude already had you giggling when Samโs fingers suddenly stiffened on your wrist and he twisted it into place.
You hissed in pain, cringing.
โI know, I know,โ Sam soothed, pulling you into his arms. โI know, youโre ok now.โ
โLet me get the rest of you cleaned up,โ Dean said, gesturing at the scratches on your face and the blood across your lips and chin from your nose.
Sam pulled away as Dean took a first aid kit out of the trunk. Dean glanced sideways at Sam, who took the cue and slipped into the passengers seat to give you at least the semblance of privacy.
โIโm sorry,โ Dean said. โFor what I said to you, how I actedโฆand for letting you get taken.โ
โIt wasnโt your fault,โ you sniffled as Dean rubbed antiseptic against your cuts. โI shouldโve known he was a demon, I shouldโveโโ
โNo,โ Dean interrupted. โNo, donโt do that. I shouldโve been watching out for you, Iโโ
โOk, enough!โ Sam interrupted, shattering the illusion that he wasnโt listening. โIt doesnโt matter whose fault it was. Youโre ok now, and thatโs all I care about.โ
โI thought you wanted me to apologize,โ Dean argued as a smile slowly crept onto his lips. Sam shook his head, unable to fight the lightheartedness that was creeping into the conversation. He chuckledโ
โI wanted you to apologize for being a jerk, you idiot, not to have a fight about whose fault this was.โ
You started to laugh, brushing the tears off your cheeks as you smiled. Dean turned to look at you, the grin still etched on his face.
โCommere you,โ he said, pulling you back into his arms. โSamโs right, Iโm just glad youโre ok.โ
โMe too,โ you mumbled into his shoulder as you relaxed in his arms. Sam reached back, ruffling your hair.
โMe three.โ
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