#Sam Winchester x unnamed female

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

*images credited to Kim Kardashian Twitter, and CW photo stills

Anonymous Prompt: I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; mutual masturbation; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Author’s notes: #Mutual Masturbation for @jacklesversebingo

This did not turn out the way I'd planned, and it's not nearly as dark as I thought it would be. But I still love it! I hope you love it, too.

Thank you @brrose-apothecary @talltalesandbedtimestories @sam-is-my-safe-word @runawaydr3amerao3 @bigmouthlass for idea bouncing, and @stusbunker for the proof read and green light.

ENNUI

For some people, the passage of time is beautiful and magical; the smallest things are to be cherished. For others, time passing reinforces our connection with the world, marking each pulse of the rhythm of life. For her, time measures the loss and emptiness of what isn’t or will ever be again. 

Today is a milestone birthday for her. The days leading up to it have been punctuated by discoveries of new lines, bulges, and other undesirable changes to her body that remind her she’s steadily failing.

Since she had just two appointments this morning, she decided to close her office early and hit the pool shared by her HOA. Her neighbors are mostly professionals without children, and it’s Tuesday; she’s sure she’ll have the pool to herself to languish in the wet heat of July in the Midwest.

That annoying fucking saying ‘it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity’, comes for her breath and doesn’t leave. It seeps into the lining of her lungs, heavy and damp, slowing and weighting each step she takes toward the south-facing bank of chairs. Once she reaches the chair she always uses, she drops her canvas tote to the concrete and shrugs out of the sheer wrap before shuffling out of her sandals.

She bends to rifle through her bag for her tanning oil, and a faint chill begins to weave its way up her spine. 

+

Dean is sitting in the front seat of the Impala, swallowing the last bite of his Biggerson’s double bacon and cheese when she snags his attention. She walks with the measured confidence that speaks more of a dare than of enthusiasm. She’s alone, and everything about her vibe tells Dean that she’s more than comfortable with that. 

She doesn’t miss a beat as she makes her way to a randomly chosen lounger in a line of another dozen exactly like it. She lets her bag slip from her grasp, and her robe floats from her straight shoulders to join it at her feet.

She’s small in stature but she looks strong and fit—thick thighs and sculted arms, a narrow waist, and curves upon curves. Dean's never cared much about short, tall, fat, thin; he likes women and sex, and if he hits it off with someone, he’s down to fuck.

But this woman is a work of art.

He watches her dig through her bag, dragging his gaze from her delicate ankles and smooth calves and thighs to the generous curve of her ass. He imagines wrapping arms around her, lifting her to carry her to... bed, most likely.

He chuckles to himself. 

She takes a seat half-upright with her legs outstretched and applies oil to her bronze skin. He wishes he could rub it in for her. He lets himself believe she can read his mind, that she's doing this for him, putting on a show just for him. 

Why not? 

When she unties her bikini top to expose her full, heavy tits and dusky nipples, he doesn’t think twice about popping the button on his jeans and pulling his hot, persistently hard cock from his boxers.

+

As she had hoped, she’s alone at the pool. The small cluster of townhouses where she lives and the complexes on either side are as quiet as any Tuesday afternoon. Other than the birds and squirrels in the trees, she’s got the place to herself.

Well, and the old black Chevy parked at the Biggerson’s next door and the shadowy figure within. She may be cynical, but she’s self-aware, and she’s going to squeeze every drop of pleasure from this bland existence as possible. 

She’s always been an exhibitionist, definitely a thrill-seeker.  She pulls the tie at her neck until the triangles, scarcely covering her breasts, fall away. Then she splashes oil across her collarbones, letting it heat and drip down and around, and between her breasts. 

She flicks her shaded eyes to the car before hefting and massaging the full mounds of flesh, then sighs and nuzzles into her lounger. She bites her bottom lip hard as she pinches and twists her puckered nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

She notices the figure shifting in the driver’s seat. They don’t start the engine or exit the vehicle. Instead, they lift a palm to their mouth and, she imagines, they spit before the hand disappears out of her sight once more.

“Fuck,” she whispers with a smile as she settles her head back against the plush headrest, dragging one hand down her torso and pushing it into her bikini bottoms.

+

That smirk.

Dean looks around the parking lot to find no one else around—it’s as empty as her pool area. He looks back to see that she’s planted her feet on the ground on either side of her chair, her legs spread open, and one hand working rough and slow in her bikini bottoms while the other pulls at her nipples.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Do it for me,” Dean mutters, twisting and pumping his cock. 

He grunts and groans as she pulls her hand from her bathing suit and lifts it to her mouth. She raises her head, then, and pushes two fingers between her luscious lips. She sucks and licks her fingers, taking her time, and Dean wishes she wasn’t wearing those mirrored sunglasses. He wants to see her eyes.

Are they blue? Green? Brown?

Is she watching him like he’s watching her?

After what feels like the longest and most uncertain staring contest, she pushes her fingers back between her legs. She doesn’t immediately put her head back, though. This time, she licks her lips and grips the edge of her chair with the hand she isn't using to fuck herself.

“That’s right, good girl, show me how you like it.”

He grips the steering wheel as he pumps himself until her mouth drops open and she starts to tremble. Her gorgeous tits bounce and her hips undulate, and, before he knows it, he’s spurting hot over his fist. 

+

She slams her head back against the headrest, sweating and panting even more than she was from the afternoon sun. She feels gooey and giddy, and light. She opens her eyes and heaves a sigh of satisfaction, pitching forward to look across the pool to Biggerson’s parking lot.

A flash inside the car lights a cigarette, and she catches the first glimmer of the dark stranger. He holds her gaze for a beat, the flame’s reflection dancing in eyes so dark they appear black, before throwing the zippo closed and roaring from the empty lot.

She sighs again as she sits up straight and ties her top back in place before standing, stretching, and striding toward the pool to dive in. The water is cool and calm as she strokes from one end of the pool and back again three times before barrel-rolling to her back to aimlessly float. A light breeze ruffles the leaves overhead, making the sunlight flicker like a strobe. 

After a while, she draws a deep breath before tucking into herself to blissfully sink to the bottom of the muted 4-foot depth.

+

“Sure.” Dean nods and rolls his eyes as Crowley nags him on the other end of the line.  

Crowley gave him a job, which is what brought him to her town, and he really should do it—to calm The Mark and keep the peace with the King of Hell—but he’d rather be knocking on her front door. 

Seeing her yesterday has completely derailed his plans. It’s been years since he felt an instant connection with someone like he feels with her. Separated by the green vining through the black chain link and shade inside his car, he felt her. He wants to feel more. 

“I’ll take care of it, OK?”

He isn’t lying, not really; he’ll take the guy out, just not right now. He’s... preoccupied.

“Now, Dean. Not tomorrow, not next week-”

“Yeah. I know. I’ll get it done. Bye.”

Dean cuts the line and tosses his phone to the passenger seat then looks up just in time to see her exiting her townhome. She’s wearing those stretchy kinds of pants women wear to the gym with heeled boots and a leather jacket. Dean has no idea what the fuck that outfit is all about, but her ass looks incredible. She takes even steps with her head held high. The view from behind her is infuriating. With every stride, her ass plumps and sways, and her wide hips tease him relentlessly.

He fires up the engine and puts the car in Drive before carefully pulling away from the curb to follow her. 

He pictures what she’d look like bent over the hood of the Impala. He imagines yanking those stupid fucking pants down to her knees and kicking her heeled feet wide. She’d moan and arch her back, presenting her perfect, bare ass to him. He’d smack it, and she’d yelp, begging for more. 

She’d beg. And he’d grab a fistful of her shiny black hair to twist and squeeze as he slammed inside her over and over.

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing the heel of his palm down onto his ever-present and now throbbing erection.

He watches her toss her hair as she turns into a storefront six blocks from her front door, and Dean slides into another parallel spot and waits.

+

The drugstore door closes behind her, and she’s instantly enveloped by artificially cooled air. One of the many things she despises about midwestern summers is the necessity of air conditioning. She procrastinates turning hers on inside her townhouse every season as long as possible, but when her clients begin to complain, she gives in.  

She doesn’t waste time browsing for anything other than what she came for—eye cream. Yesterday’s existential crisis is a distant memory, surpassed by him. 

She thinks it’s silly that he’s trying to be stealthy, parking a block down the road, like she didn’t see that ridiculous car of his in front of her house before she even opened her door. This game of cat and mouse is fun for her, though. There’s mystery and suspense. It distracts her from the mundane.

She pays for her eye cream and drops it into her handbag before replacing her sunglasses over her eyes. She doesn’t know the rules of this game they’re playing, but she’s never played by anyone’s rules except her own, so it doesn’t really matter.

Back out in the heat, she pauses before heading toward the restaurant to meet a friend for lunch. Sunlight beams off the chrome bumper of his car, making her squint even with her sunglasses on. She shields her eyes and tosses him a smirk, then turns to walk the other direction.

+

She sees him now, and she saw him yesterday.

That fucking smirk of hers is the guarantee he needs. Every step she takes and every move she makes is an invitation, and he has to think long and hard about whether that’s a good thing or not. Because he’s sure that not only does she see that he’s watching her, but that once she sees him up close and personal, she’ll see who he really is.

She’s a kindred spirit. He knows this as well as anyone knows when they find that person, that connection. He doesn’t know what the connection is exactly, but he knows it’s there, and it’s undeniable.

But can she hold her own with him?

He decides to follow her with renewed purpose. 

+

After lunch, she stops at a consignment shop, the florist, and the liquor store. She wanders along the selection of wines, row by row, waiting. She doesn’t have to wait much longer, though.

“Lotta choices, huh?”

The ticking of her heart speeds up from the sound of his thick, masculine voice. It’s only been 24 hours, but she’s been on tenterhooks, willing him to approach her, and it’s finally happening.

Then she turns to face him and gasps.

He’s gorgeous—tall, broad-shouldered, perfectly proportioned, defined, angular jawline, thick eyelashes, and a mouth that has her rapidly dampening her underwear. But it’s his eyes that give her pause. 

Sparkling obsidian. She wasn’t imagining what she witnessed yesterday. Then he blinks to reveal the most exquisite jade. Her skin crackles with anticipation. He’s like no one or thing she’s ever seen before.

She wants to know everything.

“Small talk? After all we’ve been through together?” she murmurs, shifting into him like he’s a black hole that will never let her go. 

She can’t- won’t deny him.

+

He narrows his gaze and slowly tilts his head, studying her face. 

“Honey, we can talk about anything you want.” He scans her bright, whiskey eyes and the straight bridge of her nose leading to the enticing pitch of her top lip. “But I’d rather do something else with my mouth.”

Her eyelids flutter and he chuckles, teasing the backs of his incisors with the tip of his tongue. He reaches for her, tucking one hand under the back of her hair and bringing her the last few inches closer. 

“Like what?” she whispers, and he meets her trembling lips with a firm, insistent kiss. 

“I think you know,” he mutters, turning and pressing her against the selection of Australian whites.

She hums, draping her arms around his neck. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Dean drags her flush against him by her waist and twists his fist in the back of her long, raven hair. And he tells her what she wants to hear.

“I’m gonna taste every inch of you.” He mumbles against her throat and lower. “I’m gonna suck those beautiful tits and bite your tight nipples.” He pushes a knee between her thighs and lifts until his leg meets the hot, damp crotch of her thin, stretchy pants, then scrapes his teeth over the shell of her ear. “And I’m gonna lick and play with your little clit until you're begging me to fuck you. And then I’ll lick you some more.”

She grinds over his thigh. “We gonna do this here?” she breathes. 

Dean huffs a laugh as he steps away, setting her back on her own two feet. He holds her hand and her gaze. “Yeah, I know how much you like an audience. But I want you naked and I don’t wanna share you.”

She swallows and nods. “What’re we waiting for?”

Dean grins and spins toward the door, leading her out into the afternoon sun.

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[thoughtslikeaminefield]

This is sooooo Sam, and it's sooooo swoony and real. It's fucking electric.

Nice work, sis. I love it!

How about a nice, tight little fic about Sam letting [your choice of OC or reader or character] shave his face?

The motel sink dripped rhythmically as Sam felt her drag the razor down his cheek. He sat on the closed toilet lid and watched her knit brow, lost in her own concentration. It had started as a joke, her threatening to shave his sideburns clean off. Then it turned into a bet. And well, needless to say, she won that one.

Sam’s hands felt heavy on his knees, but he didn’t want to get in her way, so he kept them there, sweaty and idle. She swooshed the razor into the water, washing it clean to start a fresh line through the white foam covering Sam’s face. Her free hand came up to tilt his chin, angling him into the meager light. Her hands were so soft, and the way she held him made Sam feel oddly exposed.

He barely noticed the familiar scrape of the blades as they slid across his skin, too immersed in the moment, in her attention. He had never noticed the fleck of amber in her right eye, or the way her scent seemed tangible from this close. Things his brain put together, but not something he’d ever dare say out loud. 

There was so much left unsaid between them it had become its own language.

She tilted his chin, easing along the sealed crease of his mouth, little strokes across the top lip and then the bottom. She was so close he could count her eyelashes. Sam forced himself to hold his breath, fearing all the damage that tiny act might set off.

Coward.

She stood up, assessing her work before cleaning off the razor once more. 

Sam exhaled, remembering to keep his head tilted back to keep his hair from getting in his face, in her way. She took his face in her hands, moving his jaw side-to-side, checking the lines were even, that she hadn’t missed any patches. Sam couldn’t help the smirk that crept up at the seriousness of her inspection. 

“Get it all?”

“I think so—.” she reached behind him and grabbed the wash cloth. “Let me see here.” 

She wiped him clean and Sam struggled to stay still, to keep his hands from holding her hips or drawing her closer. Her lips were plump and so impossibly close. He dared not look any higher. And once the last of the shaving cream was cleared from his face, she stroked over her work, caressing Sam’s skin. His jaw clenched, his body ached from inaction and his eyes closed. He waited for her on the edge of a cliff, until she would let him fall or fly.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes still closed.

“Everything alright?”

He opened his eyes and swallowed everything her eyes asked him. “Uh, yeah. Am I presentable?”

He was terrible at clearing the air, and even his attempt at a chuckle just made him feel more pathetic.

“Sam,” she reprimanded.

“What?” He couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Kiss me, will ya?”

“Oh, okay.” 

He peeled his hands off his thighs, sat up and moved his hands up to her face in a near mirror of her hold on him. And just as he tilted his head, she beat him to the punch. Her lips slammed into his and she invaded his space. She kneed between his legs and licked into his mouth until Sam finally let go and met her in the middle, with tongue and teeth and open mouthed hunger.

From there they started to decipher their unspoken language, teaching each other what each pause and each look had truly meant.

[sofreddie]

Under My Skin

Summary: Dean calls you for help on a case. But when things go sideways, true feelings surface.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Unnamed Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Gunshot Wound/Injury, Smut (Unprotected Sex), Aftercare

DEAN: ENEMIES TO LOVERS (@spndeanbingo)

FLUFF: BLACK TIE EVENT (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

ANGST: GUNSHOT WOUND (@anyfandomangstbingo)

KINK: AFTERCARE (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 3796

A/N: First time writing Second POV (You). Been sitting on this one a while, trying to get it right. Hope you enjoy! : )

Dean Freaking Winchester.

The man. The myth. The legend.

You couldn't stand him.

You had known the Winchesters for the better part of five years, having crossed paths time and again for various hunts. The truth was you liked hunting alongside the Winchesters. There was never a dull moment and working with the best made you feel like one of the best.

Sam was always a pleasure. You loved fighting beside the massive giant and you loved chilling with a beer after a job well done. Sam was easy to talk to and you had a lot in common. There were times you wished there was some sort of romantic spark between the two of you, but life doesn't always work out that way. You weren't ashamed to admit he was hot either, but again, it just wasn't like that with the two of you. You were grateful for the solid friendship nonetheless.

Dean, however, was another story entirely. Just the sound of his name had you rolling your eyes. Never has anyone ever made you as infuriated as that green-eyed menace. When it came to hunting, Dean was competitive and challenging, always goading you and pushing you to your limits. And off the hunt? Well, that was a whole other matter in itself. The way he'd flirt with anything in a skirt, taking girl after girl back to his motel room, rambling on and on about his skills in the bedroom.

He was the single most irritating person you'd ever met in your life.

So when his name popped up on your caller ID, you were tempted to just ignore it. But you knew Dean wouldn't call unless it was important.

"Winchester," you answered curtly, letting him know off the bat you weren't having any of his usual whatever.

"Hiya, Sweetheart," he crooned and you could hear that damn smirk in his tone. "Miss me?"

"With every shot so far," you sighed into the line, ignoring his annoying chuckle.

"Was hoping you could help me out on a case?"

"Sam's usually the one who calls."

"Yeah, well, Sam's tied up on a different case at the moment and I could use the backup." You couldn't fight the smirk on your face at his words. Dean knew you were a good hunter and you felt a bit of pride at the fact that he trusted you to be his backup. "So, whaddya say? It's a fancy affair."

You thought about it for a second. If Dean said it was fancy, that meant dressing up, and it had been quite a while since you'd had the chance to dress up for anything more than a drink at the bar. If nothing else, you'd get a little glitz and glamour in your evening while working at the same time.

"Send me the address and details," you decided as you packed up your things. You'd need to stop along the way and do a little shopping. "I'll meet you there."

Ending the call you took a deep breath, glancing around the motel room to make sure all your things were packed. Making your way to your car, you threw your bag in the backseat before climbing behind the wheel.

If you just threw yourself into the job, focused on the case at hand, you'd get through it and possibly have a little fun while you're at it. You just hoped Dean wasn't his usual Dean self, especially without Sam there as a buffer.

You thought you were clever. You knew the outfit you bought looked fantastic and you expected to knock Dean back a bit.

You did not expect how good that man wore a suit.

Or how the sight of him in a tuxedo knocked the breath from you and had you staggering on your feet for a second.

When you walked out of the bathroom, dressed for the evening, Dean's eyes bulged out of his head. He knew when he called you that he would see you dressed up - something he'd never witnessed before - but even his wildest imaginings couldn't have produced the stunning image that stood before him.

You had always just been a friend, a fellow hunter, one of the team. Dean and Sam trusted you and knew you were skilled, having been in the life for many years.

The two of you seemed to hit it off right away, or so he thought. At the end of the first case, when celebratory drinks were being had, Dean thought for sure he knew where the night was leading. But then you cooled off at some point during the night, all but ignoring him until you dismissed yourself back to the motel.

Dean had wondered what he'd done wrong. He'd thought over everything again and again and couldn't think of any reason other than you just didn't really want him that way. So he found himself a distraction from it all that night.

From then on, any time you saw each other, you were angry and argumentative. But you were still able to get the job done, better than damn near anyone, and looked incredible while doing so. His feelings from that first night never left or faded. If anything they grew over the years he had known you. But he kept it well hidden, not wanting to embarrass himself when you clearly weren't interested.

The past few times they'd run into you though had Dean feeling differently. He wasn't sure if it was the changes in his life or getting older or something else. But he began to feel like maybe he should say something about feeling like they could be more than just friends.

It was a fleeting thought initially, but it kept popping into his mind, taunting and teasing him with relentless 'what ifs'. So when a case came up and involved some undercover work, he jumped at the chance to see you and work with you again, hoping maybe with just the two of you, he could see if you were feeling that change too.

Though, seeing you eyeing him up much the same as he had to you brought him back to his senses, a knowing smirk on his face. He couldn't help the amused chuckle that passed his lips. You rolled your eyes and sat on the end of the bed, putting on your strapped heels.

"You look absolutely stunning in that dress."

He bit his lip as you stood, slowly sauntering over to him. His eyes trailed over your body, growing darker with every step you took. As you stood before him, tilting your head a little to meet his eyes, he bit his lip.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Winchester."

The tension hung between you for a moment before you shook yourself free. With a small smirk, you walked around him, retrieving your clutch from the table.

"Is that a piece of ice chipping off, Sweetheart?"

You didn't have to see his face to know he stood behind you with that damn infuriating smirk of his. As you turned around, clutch in hand, Dean was standing much closer than you expected.

"You ready for the best night of your life?" Dean teased.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "I bet you say that to all the girls." As you made your way to the door, you missed the slip in his smile and the flash of hurt in his eyes.

As his hand landed on your lower back, guiding you out of the motel room and to the Impala, you couldn't help the smile on your face. He had never been this sweet and attentive in all the time you'd known him. It almost felt like an actual date, the thought making your stomach do summersaults.

Then your mind reminded you that he really did do these things for all the women, all the time. It was just another case, just pretend.

From the moment you arrived at the extremely lavish mansion for the Gala, Dean's hands never left you. Whether on your lower back, or holding your hand, or hooked through your arm, he was always touching you, always right there.

It was comforting and maddening in equal measure.

He was so charming, so insistent on having a good time while they hunted. It was infectious and you found yourself sipping champagne and giggling with the older Winchester as yours eyes scanned the crowd.

You were looking for a Shifter. He would find and kill rich people, hiding the bodies long enough to take on their form and rob them of their riches. Dean had spotted him first, dressed in a tuxedo and the face of his last victim, chatting and charming an elderly widow whom they believed to be his next victim. She was one of the more wealthy patrons present.

You were caught of guard by Dean's sudden extended hand and half-smirk, "Dance with me?"

You glanced a this hand, then back to his eyes, "What? Why?"

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head before grabbing you hand and gently tugging you onto the dance floor.

"Surveillance," he shrugged as he placed your hands on his shoulders before gently holding you waist. "We can keep a closer eye on them and maybe listen in."

You couldn't argue his rationale, but the fact that he was clearly more interested in looking at you then them made you suspicious.

It took you a moment to recognize the song that was playing, I've Got You Under My Skin. You smiled at just how applicable it seemed to you. You definitely had Dean under your skin. You smiled to yourself at the thought.

"See?" Dean smiled down at you. "Not so bad, huh?"

"Didn't know you could dance."

"S'just rockin' side to side," he shrugged, making you giggle and shake your head.

He held your gaze as you swayed to the music. Your heart felt like it was swelling into your throat. His eyes, so intense and beautiful, felt like they were burning into you. You glanced at his mouth as his tongue peeked out to wet his lower lip before biting it. The action made your eyes flash back to his.

Were you about to kiss Dean Winchester?

When he broke eye contact you frowned. Had you misread the situation?

"They're gone," Dean announced, his eyes frantically searching the room. You frowned, scanning the room for yourself and finding the couple nowhere. "Damnit," Dean seethed.

Taking you by the hand, he led you both through the crowd in search of the Shifter. You were angry at yourself for getting distracted, for letting yourself entain thoughts of Dean instead of focusing on the case. You knew better, and you knew thinking of being with him in any sort of way was nothing more than a fantasy.

You were supposed to hate each other.

Making your way out of the back of the mansion, you and Dean looked around the dark night, trying to find any sign of them.

"Dean, there!" You said, pointing straight ahead, two figures barely visible in the distance. "They're headed towards the gardens."

You and Dean took off, readying your guns as you caught up to the sound of their voices. Rounding a corner, hidden behind the shrubbery of the gardens, the Shifter stood with the woman.

"Let her go," Dean demanded, his gun trained on the Shifter. You followed suit, standing a few feet beside Dean, your own gun aimed.

"Hunters," the Shifter growled, his grip on the moan tightening as he held her by the arm beside him.

Dean fired off a shot, hitting the man in the arm and forcing him to release the woman. You rushed towards her while the Shifter was distracted.

"Go," you urged, ushering her towards the path out of the gardens. It didn't take much urging and she was running off as quick as she could back towards the house.

AS you turned around, Dean fired again, the Shifter barely dodging it. Cursing to yourself, you took aim, but the Shifter produced a gun, already aimed at you.

Looking at Dean he growled, knowing there was no way out of this for him. "You cost me my woman, I'll cost you yours."

Without looking away from Dean, the shifter fired and you froze. It was as if time slowed down. You knew the bullet would hit you and you didn't have enough time to react. You saw a blur fly in front of you as another gunshot went off, making you jump and come back to your senses.

It was as if everything sped up once more.

The Shifter lay on the ground, a sizzling bullet hole in his head. You looked down at yourself, your hands frantically wandering your body, searching for the bullet wound. But you couldn't find or feel any wound.

A groan at your feet drew your attention and you saw Dean struggling to sit up as he cradled his arm, a bullet wound in his shoulder steadily bleeding.

"You're bleeding," you whispered, still in shock as you helped Dean to his feet.

"No kidding," Dean grumbled. "What the Hell happened?"

"I-I don't know," you admitted, not understanding it yourself. "I just…froze."

Dean huffed, still cradling his arm as he stomped his way out of the garden, "We need to leave before someone shows up and starts asking questions."

You stood there for a moment, looking over the dead shifter and the small pool of blood from Dean. The Shifter got the jump on you and you should have died, should have been hit by that bullet. But Dean jumped in front of you and took it instead, while he killed the Shifter.

You quickly caught up with Dean, the two of you making your way to the Impala and far away from the scene.

Dean was silently fuming the whole ride back to the motel. You knew he was pissed that you fucked up. He was pissed at being shot. Dean came out of nowhere, diving in front of you like some action hero, taking the bullet in his shoulder as he fired a shot, killing the intended target. You just stood there, frozen in shock knowing that bullet was meant for you and you couldn't do anything about it.

You should have been thankful, and you were. But the overwhelming guilt you felt over fucking up and, more importantly, almost possibly losing Dean had twisted your insides so much.

Dean grunted as you forced him down into the chair in the small motel room with a huff. Digging the first aid kit out of your duffel you came back to the small kitchenette table.

"You shouldn't have done that," you said through gritted teeth, helping Dean remove his ruined jacket and shirt.

He hissed as the material came away from the bleeding wound and you sucked in a breath at the sight of his bare torso. Did he have to be so damn distracting?

"Are you serious?" Dean glared at you as you refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing on patching him up. "I saved your ass back there!"

"You didn't have to take the bullet like that, Dean!" You huffed in anger, Dean growling as you were a little too rough, your emotions getting the better of you.

You knew he was right. Truth was, you were scared. Scared that you almost died. Scared that you could have lost Dean without ever having figured out what this weird thing between you was.

"I'm just supposed to let you die?" he growled, grabbing your wrist when you finished and forcing you to look at him.

Tears began to gather in your eyes and you weren't sure how much longer you could hold them back.

"You could've died too," you responded in a weak whisper, your heart feeling like it might burst as you realized just how much he meant to you. "I could've lost you."

The tears did fall then, a hiccupped sob catching in your throat. Dean's expression changed from anger to surprise. The air between you seemed charged, crackling with the intensity of whatever this thing between you two had always been.

Tugging at your wrist, he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you and keeping you straddling his thighs. You buried your face in his shoulder as you let the tears fall. Dean cradled you in his arms, holding you close and soothing you as you let it all out.

Once you were calm enough you pulled back to look at him through teary eyes.

"I'm okay," Dean insisted, his voice tender. "I'm right here, I'm okay."

You nodded, feeling like you might start crying again. Instead, you cupped his face, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss, hoping he could feel this crazy flurry of confusing emotions coursing through you. As he eagerly kissed you back, you knew he felt something too.

His hands were frenzied as you allowed yourself to drown in his kisses, the taste of his tongue. In no time at all, he had you stripped of your dress and bra, leaving you in your lacy panties and heels as you ground down against him.

Dean hissed, lifting you enough to hurriedly shove his slacks and boxers down to his knees, gathering you back tightly into his arms. You moaned as your lace-covered folds met his hot and hard length. Pressed between you, the tip grazed your belly. It both scared and thrilled you to take him.

Holding his gaze, you lifted your hips and pulled your panties aside. Catching the tip on your entrance, you slowly lowered yourself on his cock. Dean's hands squeezed your hips, his eyes watching as your pussy slowly swallowed up his length.

By the time your ass was flush with his thighs, you were trembling. Dean was huge, his girth stretching you more than you'd ever felt before. He was so long and hard, the head of his cock pressed firmly against your cervix.

You shifted your hips experimentally, the mix of pain and pleasure making you gasp. Dean smirked, his hands helping to lift you on and off his cock at a slow pace. Before long you were riding his cock in earnest, your face buried in his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Dean met your every thrust, relishing in the desperate sounds of your moans and gasps, letting you use him how you needed. You felt amazing wrapped around him. You lifted your feet to rest on the side supports of the chair, your heels hooking onto the rails. Using the leverage, you rode Dean harder, your head was thrown back as you lost yourself to the bliss.

Dean leaned forward, your bouncing breasts too much for him to ignore. He wrapped his mouth around one, his hand teasing and pulling at the other, driving you closer and closer to your climax.

Without warning, you came hard, screaming out Dean's name as he rode you through your high. As you were coming down, Dean growled, his grip on you tight as he kicked off his pants and carried you over to the bed.

He laid you down, removing your panties but leaving your heels on as he climbed between your legs. Kissing you deeply he slid his cock back inside you, pressing as deep as he could go.

You moaned and Dean set a harsh pace, his face buried in your neck as he fucked you deep. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels digging into his lower back. He hissed, one hand finding the headboard for leverage, the other holding your hip as he gave all he had, grunting and growling with each thrust. You weren't sure if you were gonna cum or break or both.

Once again, he had you cumming harder than you'd ever felt before, stars swimming behind your eyes. Dean's moans and whines in your ear as he came, the twitching of his cock, the heat of his seed, were delicious and added to your euphoria.

Once calmed, Dean removed himself, plopping down onto the bed beside you with a heavy groan. As your mind cleared, the reality of what had just happened settled into your conscious. You had just had sex, with Dean Winchester. A man you were supposed to hate, who hated you. Right?

Turning your head you looked at Dean, his arm slung over his eyes as he caught his breath, a small smile on his parted lips. You sat up a little to admire him more when your eyes caught sight of the wound on his shoulder bleeding once again.

"Dean, you tore your stitches!" you announced in a panic as you climbed from the bed, throwing on your panties and a discarded flannel, hastily doing up the buttons as you retrieved the first aid kit. Turning back to the bed you saw Dean sitting up against the headboard, having put his boxers back on.

You sat on the bed beside him, cleaning and redressing his wound.

"Worth it," Dean mumbled tiredly with a smile. You couldn't help smiling back at him, shaking your head as you finished treating the wound.

"You need to take it easy or it won't heal," you chastised as you put away the supplies. "Here," you said, coming back with a bottle of water and some painkillers. "Take these, it'll help."

Dean complied, taking the pills and downing half the bottle of water, setting it on the nightstand. He snuggled back down into the bed, closing his eyes and ready for sleep.

You eyed him for a moment, debating if you should take the other bed. After all, it was just a quick, post-hunt, 'I almost lost you' romp, right? And you didn't want to hurt his wound by sharing a bed. With a huff you made your way to the other bed, starting to pull back the covers.

"What're you doin'?" Dean asked, sitting up on one elbow and looking at you like you'd grown a second head.

"I just thought-"

"Lay with me?" he asked and at that moment he looked so sweet and vulnerable.

Your heart clenched a little and you nodded, climbing into bed beside him, careful not to hurt him. Dean was quick to maneuver the two of you so he could hold you, your cheek pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. You felt him place a kiss on your forehead and moments later he was asleep.

Your mind and heart were a confusing minefield of emotions, but in the safety and warmth of his embrace, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Deciding that was tomorrow's problem, you let yourself fall asleep.

FOREVERS:

@lyarr24

@hobby27

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@writercole

@spnbaby-67

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@leigh70

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DEAN WINCHESTER:

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[thebiggerbear]

Writing Updates - Dec 2023

Here's what I've got currently going on amidst the holiday craziness (meaning, yes I'm working on ALL of these):

Beau Arlen x Female Reader:

The Ghosts Are Coming For You Chapter 2

Only Ever Holding Onto You Chapter 4

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) AU short story

Unnamed (TBD) AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) AU Prompt Response (which is looking like it may turn into either a one shot or short story depending on how long this continues to get)

Unnamed (TBD) s3 AU short story

Soldier Boy x Female Reader:

Keep Me Inside Chapter 1

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x05/AU one shot that I previewed in November here

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x04/AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x08/AU story that I previewed in November here

Unnamed (TBD) s3 AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Dean Winchester x Female Reader:

Follow Me Into the Dark s15/AU short story Part 1

Unnamed (TBD) s15/AU Prompt Response

Unnamed (TBD) s15/AU one shot (that may turn into a short story)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) s10 one shot

Sam Winchester x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) s14 ficlet (may turn into one shot)

Alec McDowell x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) short story

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Tom Hanniger x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) post-movie short story

Unnamed (TBD) post-movie story

Jenny Hoyt x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) story that I previewed in November here

Unnamed (TBD) 3x11 AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response

Anael/Sister Jo x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response

Rachel Gatina x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) short story

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

SDV Leah x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Multiple Pairings:

Beau Arlen x Female Reader x Jenny Hoyt:

Unnamed (TBD) story

Beau Arlen x Female Reader x Jenny Hoyt x Cassie Dewell:

You Know What You're Here For (still determining if this will be a short story or full story but one thing it will be is absolutely filthy - I'm not much of a smut writer but I used this to practice with so yeah, absolutely filthy, I feel like I don't know if I need a shower or Confession or a cigarette, preferably one of the former two)

Breakdown of the Multi-Character x Reader Prompt Response Project:

Prompt 1:

Soldier Boy - Complete

Beau Arlen - Complete

Dean Winchester - in progress

Jenny Hoyt - in progress

Tom Hanniger - in progress

Jason Teague - Complete

Anael - in progress

SDV Alex - in progress

Prompt 2:

Soldier Boy - Complete

Beau Arlen - Complete

Dean Winchester - Complete

Jenny Hoyt - Complete

Tom Hanniger - in progress

Jason Teague - Complete

Alec McDowell - Complete

CJ Braxton - in progress

Anael - in progress

Rachel Gatina - in progress

SDV Leah - in progress

I haven't posted the completed ones yet because I want to post them altogether so they can all be linked together since they're responses to the same prompt.

As far as ships go here's what I've got in the works:

Beau x Cassie:

Their Silent Thunder Matches Mine Chapter 3

What Happened Last Night Prompt Response

No Warning Prompt Response

Traditions Prompt Response

Santa Beau Prompt Response

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x13 one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Halloween/AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) one shot

Cassenny (Cassie x Jenny):

Unnamed (TBD) pre-series/s1 AU one shot

Dean x Cassie Dewell:

Unnamed (TBD) s15/post-s3/AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) later season/post-s3/AU one shot (previewed here)

Destiel (Dean x Castiel):

Unnamed (TBD) later-season ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) post-15x19 ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) post 13x01 ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) AU/post-finale ficlet

Buddie (Buck x Eddie):

One Last Time s4/AU one shot (it's been in the works for the last two years at least but I'm getting that much closer to where I want it and can finally post it; we're on final approach, folks)

Unnamed (TBD) post-4x05 one shot (that may turn into a short story)

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x18 one shot

Jonsa (Jon x Sansa):

Unnamed (TBD) AU story

Unnamed (TBD) post-s6 one shot (that may turn into a short story)

Unnamed (TBD) post-s6/pre-s7 AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) one shot

Unnamed (TBD) AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-finale one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-finale one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-finale short story

Daensa (Daenerys x Sansa):

Unnamed (TBD) modern/AU short story

Unnamed (TBD) s7 AU short story that I previewed in November here (that may turn into a story)

Unnamed (TBD) mid-finale one shot

Unnamed (TBD) s8 ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) AU Prompt Response

Bella x Jacob:

Take What You Need (possibly mid or) post-NM/AU one shot (I haven't decided which time frame fits the events better)

Unnamed (TBD) post-BD imagine

Unnamed (TBD) Thanksgiving/post-BD one shot

Other Things:

Game of Thrones story (post-finale) - contains OC's along with canon characters

The Walking Dead story (post-TWDDC season 1) - contains OC's along with canon characters

Dean Winchester x Female!OC story (post-finale)

Alec McDowell x Female!OC story (post-finale)

I'm currently outlining projects for the following:

Edythe Cullen x Bella Swan

Edythe Cullen x Jacob Black (one shot)

Rosalie Hale x Female Reader

Carlisle Cullen x Female Reader

Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

Rip Wheeler x Female Reader

Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle (one shot)

Maribel Garlick x Female Reader (one shot)

Sam Uley x Female Reader

Leah Clearwater x Renesmee Cullen?

Sam Uley x Renesmee Cullen (one shot)

Max Goodwin x Elizabeth Wilder (one shot)

Jenny Hoyt x Dean Winchester (one shot)

Jenny Hoyt x Soldier Boy

Clarke Griffin x Lexa (prompt response to a Clexmas '23 prompt that I won't make in time to post the response to but I'm still writing it!)

Dean Winchester x Buffy Summers (one shot)

Buffy Summers x Faith Lehane

[princessmisery666]

Made Up Fic Titles Game

I posted this - and got loads of asks. It got the muses flowing so wanted to keep a record of them.

I'm leaving this open indefinitely cause it helped so much!!

Send me a made up fic title and I will tell you what I’d write for it/will write a little drabble.

Not beta read unless otherwise stated

Female reader inserts or unnamed female

Fluff 🥰

🥰Wildflowers At Sunset - Bucky Barnes x Reader - 1,134 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

🥰Sometimes We Choose Violence - Dean Winchester x unnamed female - 66 words- requested @deanwinchesterswitch

🥰Just Give Us A Chance - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader - 250 words - requested @a-reader-and-a-writer

🥰Like We Used To - Sam Winchester x Reader - 165 words - requested @marveloust-dog

🥰Blueberries & Cream - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader - 183 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

🥰Don't Let Me Down - Bucky Barnes x Reader - 164 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

🥰Crash & Burn - Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader - 341 words - requested @a-reader-and-a-writer

🥰Us vs. Them - Bucky Barnes x Reader - 506 words - requested @deanwinchesterswitch

🥰This Hope In My Heart - Robert 'Bob' Floyd - 700 words - requested @ryebecca

🥰I Would Do Anything For Love.... Including That - Rick Flag - 319 words - requested @a-reader-and-a-writer

Angst 💔

💔The Best Of You - Steve Rogers x Reader - 161 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

💔Yours To Hold - Dean Winchester x reader - 790 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

💔Meeting In The Darkness - Dean Winchester x reader - 2,882 words - requested - @deanwinchesterswitch

Fluff 🥰 & Angst💔

🥰💔Please Don't Leave - Jensen Ackles x Reader - 4.3k words - requested @cevansbaby-dove

🥰💔Live In My Memory, You'll Always Be There - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader / Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader - 6.3k words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

More to be added.

Master Lists: Top Gun Maverick // Marvel // Supernatural // Other Fandoms

*updated 17.10.2023 (UK) / 10.17.2023

[princessmisery666]

Day 25/366 Becca’s Reblog Challenge

@peridottea91 💜💜💜 awkward and shy Sam and Whiskey and Flirting. This is cute and sweet and just *swoon*

Old Books and Whiskey

Summary: Sam makes for a good distraction while researching in the archives

Pairing: Sam x unnamed female/reader; Dean mentioned

Words: 1218

Warnings: implied smut, mutual pinning

Author’s note: My submission for @idreamofplaid‘s In the Bunker Challenge. My room was the Archives (w/ Sam).

Beta’d by: n/a

The Men of Letters’ Bunker was undoubtedly a wonder. When she first was dragged there several months ago, the outside of the building was a bit daunting.  Even with the reassurances of the Winchester brothers, she was wary of entering what looked like an abandoned power plant.  But that’s where all suspicions ended. As soon as she descended the stairs to the War Room, and crossed into the impressive private library, she was hooked. This was where she belonged.

The smell of old books and whiskey was her favorite smell.

She would spend days at a time combing through whatever tomes the bunker offered her.  However, when she discovered the Men of Letters archives (which was also the dungeon), she couldn’t contain her inquisitive spirit.  Before long, she had become ingrained in a routine where mornings were spent in the library with a cup of tea, and afternoons in the archives with a glass of whiskey.

This was where Sam found her one particular afternoon, busy combing through the records and files of Men of Letters’ past. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him- she was tucked up in a chair she had Sam drag in from the library (“Its more comfortable!”), her hair piled in what was an attempt at a bun but pieces were falling down, and her large-rimmed glasses were slowly sliding down the bridge of her nose.  She always looked so beautiful like this, focused and in her natural habitat with her nose stuck in a book.  Maybe that was why Sam found himself falling harder and harder for her day by day.

Sam strolled to where she sat at the table, refilling her glass before filling his own and taking a seat across from her.  Suddenly the archives felt oddly cozy. She looked up at him, gave him a soft, sweet smile, before returning to her note-taking.

“Find anything good?” Sam asked, watching her with interest.

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[thoughtslikeaminefield]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

This answer most definitely changes daily, but here's today's list!

*I pulled from Tumblr fics only for ease.

A.K.A. - William Butcher x female reader (2nd person POV) | Summary: William, Monsieur Charcutier, Butcher, Billy, asshole. | Tags/warnings: explicit, rough sex | WC: 1800

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel | Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other. | Tags/warnings: explicit, rimming, choking | WC: 3200

Discord and Rhyme - Demon Dean x unnamed female character | Summary: Dean is on the prowl. | Tag/warnings: explicit, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, blood during sex, sexual coercion, dirty talk | WC: 1753

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body | Summary: How Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf. | Tags/warnings: explicit, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death | WC: 2100

Where Is My Shiny Gun? -  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester) | Summary: Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean. | Tags/warnings: explicit, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play | WC: 7700

[writercole]

One-Shots

*All readers are AFAB unless otherwise noted.

Targeted - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader (non-romantic)

Paying the Price - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader x Danneel Ackles

An Unexpected Matchmaker - Vet!Jensen Ackles

The First Customer - Nurse!Alex Calvert

Soul Food - Dean x Benny

It’s A Trap - Bela Talbot x Arthur Ketch (working)

Girl’s Night In - Jody x Donna (platonic)

Take A Bow - Dean x GN!Reader (heavy angst)

Not Again - Dean x Unnamed Female ; Sam Voyeur 

Work Perks - Dean x Sam x Charlie x F!Reader

Comfort Me - Danneel x Reader

Captive - Dean Winchester x Reader - Superhero AU

Le Feu Follet - Dean x Reader 

Born on the Bayou - Benny x Reader

Transitions - Transgender Sam

Sunshine & Rainbows - Dark Kaia

Unscripted - Dean Winchester x Reader

Whoops - Donna Hanscum

Orphaned - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester

My Brother’s Keeper - Sam Winchester, Rowena, MoC!Dean (Mentioned)

It’s You - Sam Winchester x Reader

Token of Thanks - Cas x Reader

Why Am I A Girl - Sam x Reader

Enchanted - Dean x Reader

Brother Knows Best - Sam x Sister!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader

What A Girl Wants - Dean x Reader

Never Too Late - Dean, Cas, Ruby, Jack, Reader

Yes, Mistress - Sub!Dean

Lazy Day - Dean x Reader

Just My Imagination - Sam Winchester x Reader

Take Two - Sam x Reader (platonic), Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess

Visions - Sam, Dean

Again and Again - Demon Dean

Just Feels Right - Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

My Reason - Dean Winchester x OC Brandy

Fast Cars & Freedom - Dean Winchester

Sunshine & Whiskey Kisses - Sam Winchester

Helping Paws - Dean Winchester feat. Archer the Husky

Traditions - Team Free Will

Our First Real Christmas - Sam & Dean Winchester

I Get Off - Stalker!Dean x Reader

She’s Gone - Dean Winchester x Reader

On Bended Knee - Dean Winchester x Reader

Sunrise, WY - The Winchester Gang

Light Me Up - Dean Winchester x Reader

Fated Mistakes - Alpha!Dean Winchester

Five Minutes More - Gamer!Dean Winchester

Bake My Breath Away - Baker!Sam Winchester

Steely-Eyed Missile Man - Bucky x Natasha (best friends)

The Howling Wolf - Bucky x Reader

Hiccups - Bucky x Sam x Reader

Somethin’ Stupid - Bucky Barnes

Dinner with the Parents - Frank Castle

Playdate - Frank Castle

Stardust - Clint Barton

The Devil Don’t Sleep - Soft!Dark Priest!Matt Murdock

Slow Hand - Matt Murdock

Come Away With Me - Priest!Matt Murdock

Hum - Matt Murdock

Challenge Accepted - Tony Stark

In Vino Veritas - Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

You Knew - John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Call 911 - Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy

Crashing Down - Opie Winston x Reader

Picking Up The Pieces - Opie Winston x Reader

Just The Way You Are - Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x Reader

Holding Out Hope - Bodyguard!Opie Winston

Bad Girl - Chibs Telford x Reader

Blood & Ash - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Just Desserts - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Satin & Lace - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

The Kingslayer and the Milkmaid - Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Priority Request - Poe Dameron x GN Reader

The Girl Next Door - Bones McCoy

Just a Memory - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Whispered Promises - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Look What You Made Me Do - Rhett Abbott

My Bloody Fright Trail - Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

My Way or the Highway - Boaz Priestley (Ten Inch Hero)

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Not Your Mother's Dean Winchester

He's a Knight of Hell, he bears the Mark of Cain, he's a little darker than we're used to, or he's being controlled by an archangel.

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester

Words: 450

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Ennui - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x unnamed female character

Anonymous Prompt: “I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Just One More Peaceful Day - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: angsty Dean with the line “I can still remember just the way you taste” from the song “It’s been a while” by Staind

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, blood play, knife play, mentions of addiction

Words: 710

Leaving Heaven - Dean Winchester x Taziana Smith (OFC)

Summary: Tazi is a bounty hunter of mostly human things. She isn’t firmly seated in the supernatural world, but she’s familiar enough that she’s recruited by an old friend of John Winchester’s to capture and deliver a brief acquaintance of her own.

Characters: MOC/Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Lee Webb, original characters

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, brief dub-con, mentions of the foster system, references to past rape, commiserating over childhood trauma, threats of sexual violence

Words: 16,500 IN PROGRESS

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

Pretty Reckless - MOC Dean Winchester x pre-slayer Faith Lehane

Summary: AU where s10 Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When their connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Cain

Warnings/tags: 18+, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, rough sex, prostate massage, magical bond

Words: 15K

Rules Are Rules - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean hasn’t been himself lately. The Mark has seen to that.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, hand around the throat, rough sex, squirting

Words: 2,410

Run Me Like A River - AU Dean Winchester x AU Jessica Jones

Summary: AU wherein Jessica Jones is super-powered by gov’t experiments to create elite soldiers, the Winchesters are military officers in humanity’s War Against Evil, and they have all gone AWOL from their assigned roles. Dean and Jess embark on a relationship that ends abruptly and explosively until Dean calls her for help on a very personal case.

Characters: Jessica Jones, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Malcolm is Jess’s cat 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, major character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bondage, rough sex, anal sex, ptsd

Words: 14K

Shattered Like A Stone - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, anal sex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

[stusbunker]

The Crumbling Difference Between Wrong and Right

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Reader/ Unnamed Female Character

Word Count: 2085

Summary: Sam looks back over their time together only to find more questions than answers.

Warnings: Grief, character death, mental illness, assumed suicidal recklessness, smut adjacent, show level violence, letting go. Flashbacks in italics.

Beta-work and Beautiful aesthetic from @thoughtslikeaminefield​

Title from Round Here by Counting Crows

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           She left him often. In big ways and small. He didn’t always notice, and she never really meant to, but it stung all the same. Sam had grown from instability, on resourcefulness and strategy. She grew like a wildflower in a manicured lawn, beautiful in an out-of-place kind of way; defiant in her radiance. He didn’t know if she was coming home until she did. Then, she didn’t.

               Dean watched Sam watch the pyre, the flames reflecting in his eyes as tears dribbled out, heavy with the unsaid. 

               They found her two days too late, the rancid den caked in filth as they dragged her away from what remained of the ghouls. She always had a knack for finding hideouts, it would have been helpful if they’d known she’d been on the case. She wasn’t one to hunt alone. 

                Dean stood in the beating wind as long as Sam needed, watching the fire take her away for good. He almost hated her in that moment, seeing what she did to Sam--- what she always did to him.

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               Sam found her at the bathroom mirror, making faces at herself, teeth bared and eyes aghast, barefoot in yesterday’s shirt. He always seemed to breathe deeper with her around and he took a few hollowing ones before he asked when she got in. 

               She giggled once she realized he was there, feigning a casual demeanor as she answered softly. He met her at the sink, arms reaching around her for his toothbrush and paste, working through her space instead of moving her, comfortable without being cumbersome. Physically, they had always existed like a Venn diagram, if not touching, overlapping to the point where they were hard to differentiate.

               She played with his hair as he went through his routine, emphasizing his rolling eyes before he pinned her to his chest, freshly shaved chin wedging between her shoulder and neck. She stayed for three months after that morning, almost long enough for it to feel real.

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               Donna’s laugh broke through the conversation, another round of beers passed between them as she told Jody and Donna about their last case, mocking Dean’s angry eyes and keeping her hand snugly in Sam’s back pocket. Sam loved to listen to her stories, even if he had lived them, she never failed to put on a show. It was safe here, with friends, because she didn’t feel the pressure to perform, to entertain, to earn her space. Here they all shared smiles, those that weren’t a currency.

              On the back porch, Sam felt Jody sigh at them in a nostalgic and approving sort of way. It filled him with a warmth that Dean’s appraising glances had sapped. He nodded back through the kitchen window before settling in on the old picnic table beside her. 

            Eyes drifting to the stark winter sky, two borrowed blankets tight over her shoulders, she shivered and shined into the dark. That was the night he decided he’d wait for her forever. If she left for twenty years, he’d be there when she wandered home. If it was love, it was one that could only exist between two broken hunters who, at their cores, were optimists.

             Sam left her to her stargazing, rejoining the dwindling post hunt ruckus. Dean half expected her to set up camp in Jody’s backyard; she’d gotten so comfortable with their friends. Even Claire seemed to tolerate her. He didn’t quite get it, but he kept that to himself. They left with the sun and were back in the bunker by lunchtime.

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         On one of her sudden appearances, she showed up just to shut down for a week. 

         She wouldn’t go outside, barely leaving their bedroom. She hummed to herself when she thought no one was within earshot. Sam found her on the fourth day, crying in frustration from crying. 

         Silently, he picked her up, laid her on the bed and curled around her until she quieted. Once she had control of her breathing, he started talking about his dad--- about the dozens of schools, the motels and the countless boxes of macaroni. 

         He told her about Dean and how his every good memory always trailed back to his big brother bearing more than any kid should. He talked about how he had accepted himself as a freak before he understood what was truly wrong with him. He whispered about regret and vice and promises of better days.

         She listened, his voice her anchor in the abyss, but she couldn’t or wouldn’t offer him anything in return. Inside, she knew her stories didn’t matter, because she was defective. The bad things that had happened to her were not centuries in the making, weren’t earth shattering or soul crushing. Her weaknesses could be boiled down to a simple inaptitude for life in the linear. No one said it out loud, but even by hunters’ standards, she was a mess. It took two long cases and a salt and burn before Sam caught her true smile again. It felt like a secret honor to know which of her faces were genuine, which ones only shone in his presence. 

        Relief was good for dreaming.

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             Sam didn’t know who to call. He scrolled through her phone searching for names that struck something in his memory. So many had cities for last names he wasn’t sure he should try so hard. Then he worried there were others like him somewhere, and he would want to know, if he hadn’t been there to find her. Even if it was another guy’s voice breaking the news. Eventually he worked out how to add on to her outgoing message, letting whoever called know that she was gone. Never to be sure that there weren’t any others. That his name was the only one in three blaring capitals, a beacon and a prayer in her mind.

               Dean watched him keep the thing charged, a new routine to cling to. Dean didn’t care how he managed it as long as he was staying above the breakers. Sam was a tough son-of-a-bitch, they both should have been used to this by now.

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               She stretched over his torso, slamming the alarm clock with a finality much heavier than five more minutes. Her breasts pillowed her collapse onto his ribs, settling in, mumbling through her pout. 

He’d been awake, counting her breaths, allowing his own to overpower his need to move. Her legs tangled around his, a welcomed trap. They lingered in the lazy kisses, teasing and priming and tickling until lines were drawn and eyes snapped open. Dimples and teeth, breaking her down just to coax a certain grin from her pleading lips.

               Once he was done with her, she fell back asleep stubbornly with only the pillows to cling to. Sam had stolen the blankets, another demand left unfulfilled. Of course, he’d rather keep her in his bed than not, asleep or otherwise. The pillowcases would keep her scent for him long enough to stave off the usual melancholy of missing her.

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                Dean wasn’t expecting her to show up, but it happened to be one of the times he underestimated her. She hugged him, long and tight, longer when he tried to pull away. 

Sam almost laughed at the look on his brother’s face, until he remembered what brought her back this time. Their mom was dead, even if Dean wasn’t talking about it. 

She didn’t hug Sam like she did Dean, instead she cupped his jaw and stared into his eyes, helping him allow himself to be seen. He sniffed against the onslaught, shaking his head as she softened further, leaning up to kiss his forehead. He dropped his face to her shoulder and cried, hands at her shoulders, bracing himself against her, his long-weathered rock.

               She always knew Dean didn’t trust her, but she never blamed him; after all, she didn’t trust herself. They let Sam organize the tribute to Mary, she sensed whenever a new group of hunters showed up to pay their respects, their presence only added to Dean’s annoyance. 

                She had met Mary in passing, not long enough an acquaintance to have something to add to the stories. But she got to experience Mary’s strongest legacy each time she caught Dean checking on Sam, when Sam chided Dean’s eating habits. These boys existed because a hunter tried to live a normal, safe life and died in the process. Even eventually accepting her family’s calling, led Mary to another early death. 

               Fair had never been in their vocabulary.

               As fast as they gathered, the hunters dispersed, leaving the Bunker to the boys and their sometimes roommate. That night Sam told her about seeing his mom as a ghost and again as a young woman, but nothing had prepared him for her return. 

              She felt the slightly bitter tone as he explained how Dean was Mary’s favorite, saw how he tried to bury that truth with logic and grace. At least she was with John now, they agreed. Uncertain what afterlife meant for them, both with pieces of their hearts already waiting for them in the beyond.

               Sam felt her leave on the third morning, quick and quiet, no ceremony or farewell. It was the last time he’d see her alive. 

              If she’d known, would she have broken the pattern and stayed? Would she have come back at all?

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               The bodies were few and far between, teasing her resolve as she stumbled on the remains during an entirely different hunt. She hated a mystery, and this one kept her awake, a puzzle with an unseen timer. A different victim, a different deadline. 

               She didn’t have enough to bring it to Sam and Dean, though she did have a gnawing uncertainty and a four-county-wide dumpsite. One of the burdens and blessings of a mind like hers was its ability to focus on a task and ignore all others. Unchecked, she’d tread the gap between obsessed and consumed.

               They drained her slowly, in turns. Fresh wounds against old scars, she watched them enjoy her bounty. Eventually she made her peace and stopped searching for spite or regrets or something to hold onto. 

                Instead she thought about Sam, somewhere safe. Head propped up on his hand at the library table, laptop open and a book in his lap; the way he could sleep sitting up; his big hand that was always warm. How lucky she was for knowing him, how much she hoped for him, and even some soft afterthoughts for Dean. 

                 She let go thinking about the greens and browns of the earth and the blues and blacks of the sky--- eyes up and smile on.

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               The ghoul had lured him in with her face, but it couldn’t mimic her light. 

                Sam swung first, causing Dean to nearly fall on his ass in shock. The partner took the opening and got a solid elbow to Dean’s neck. It was over before Sam could make it worth it, before Dean found her, cold and empty. 

               The desperation surged through Sam, denial numbing his hands to the stiffness of her body, covering the stench of decay. He cradled her to his chest, impossibly smaller than ever before. A shell of her larger than life soul.

              At the pyre, Sam felt Dean’s silent suspicions, but he wouldn’t entertain it. It was so vapidly inappropriate that it churned his stomach to try to reason with it. 

              Instead, he watched the fire burn, slow to tear into her, knowing its own and acknowledging the loss, before calling her back from whence she came: energy and ether.

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               The visions had grown more gruesome, the taste of demon blood stuck on his tongue. 

                Sam felt Chuck’s revisions without calculating their weight. His mind had enough to process. When she started toeing in their periphery, he wouldn’t look back at her. He refused to even acknowledge her presence. It was only in his head. 

                Her timing was better than this. Sam let her remain in the audience, let Chuck taunt him without overwhelming him. It was time she got to see his demons. He had juggled enough of hers.

               When Chuck was finally finished and Sam felt himself slipping away, her voice carried him over the final barrier, to where Jess and Bobby, Mary and John were waiting for him. Of course, Dean brought her up, asking if Sam had seen her since they arrived. Sam sighed and shook his head at Dean, content and reassuring, “Can’t keep what doesn’t want to stay.”

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[sofreddie]

You Couldn't Knock?

Summary: Dean and Sam return from a hunt to find their roommate in an unexpected situation.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, F!Reader x Unnamed Female

DEAN: LINGERIE (@spndeanbingo)

SAM: VOYEURISM (@samwinchesterbingo)

ANGST: NO CELL SIGNAL (@anyfandomangstbingo)

FLUFF: ROOMMATES (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

Warnings: Nudity, Implied Smut, F/F, Light BDSM, Light Spanking, Voyeurism/Accidental Voyeurism, Roleplay, Pet Play, Pet Names, Light Angst, Fluff

WC: 489

A/N: First thing I've written in a very long time. Happened when my roomate said: Tequila makes me crawl around on all fours. And my mind just spiralled out of control. I'm not sure if the bingos that inspired this are still even open, but I've included them anyway cause they helped shape this fic (and others I've been working on).

Dean and Sam entered the Bunker, dropping their bags on the map table, grateful to be home from another successful hunt. They had tried to contact Y/N, their hunter friend and roommate at the Bunker, to let her know they were heading back early. But their cell service didn't seem to be working in the area. Sam suspected it was likely an outage of some kind. 

Dean called out for Y/N several times as they walked through the main rooms and into the hallways, but received no response and saw no sign of her.

Approaching her room, the brothers paused, hearing her voice on the other side. At least she wasn't out or missing. Without a thought, he opened the door, ready to let her know of their early return from the hunt.

Dean paused, his hand on the doorknob, mouth completely slack and eyes wide at the sight before him. He heard his brother suck in a sharp breath from behind him, his height allowing him just as clear a view.

Y/N stood in the middle of her room. Neither brother had ever seen her looking as she was then. Normally, Y/N was in jeans and a t-shirt, as rough and rugged as the guys at times, her hair always up in a neat bun. 

The sight that greeted them was something they never would have guessed. Her hair was down and long, dressed in black lacy lingerie, a riding crop in one hand and a leash in the other. Dean's eyes followed the leash down to where it was connected as his eyes bulged a little further.

At her feet was a curvy and beautiful woman, the leash connected to a collar around her neck. She was on all fours, naked except for the cat-ear headband and cat-tail. As the door opened, both women paused, Y/N turning her head to look over her shoulder, a sultry grin on her face as she made eye contact with the brothers.

"You couldn't knock?" Y/N asked, her attention pulled back to the woman at her feet with a frown. "I didn't say you could stop, Kitten," she chastised, smacking the woman's ass with the riding crop. 

The woman jumped and moaned, before she continued crawling on all fours. Y/N smiled once more, looking over at the astounded and aroused brothers once more.

"Cell service was out," Dean hastily explained. "We tried to call, but-" he let out a long and heavy breath, clearly affected by the sight of her, his eyes hungrily roaming up and down her revealed body.

"Well, I'm good," she smiled at them. "Glad you're home. But, uh, I'm kind of in the middle of something..."

Both brothers froze, their mouths moving but no sound coming out as they each tried to vocalize their desire to not leave.

"I'll catch up with you two later," Y/N chuckled, slowly closing the door on their astounded and stunning faces.

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WIPs - When you realise the amount of unfinished stories you have...

I was tagged on a post where I had to write down the WIPs I had hidden away. I guessed to have like one or two, but they are all sitting in a folder, and I just left them there, not even opening them. 

Well, I decided to open it now and I realised that I have a bunch of unfinished fics ready to be finished, so after my assignments are over, I’m gonna be writing like a crazy person, because it literally triggered me. Yes, I’m very bad, so feel free to kick my ass for it! :D

Charlie Weasley

Unnamed - Charlie Weasley x Reader [in Romania]

Oliver Wood

Unnamed - Oliver Wood x Reader [18+]

Unnamed - Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Female!Reader

Unnamed - Oliver Wood x Reader

Haunted Objects - Oliver Wood x Reader

James Potter

Your fault - James Potter x Reader

Unnamed - James Potter x Snape!Reader

Remus Lupin

Little family - Remus Lupin x Evans!reader [Post Hogwarts]

Regulus Black

Unnamed - Regulus Black x Gryffindor!Reader

Sirius Black

Absurd ideas - Sirius Black x Reader

Unnamed - Sirius Black x Reader [Post Azkaban - lovers]

Unnamed - Sirius Black x Reader [Post Azkaban - enemies]

Marauders

Relying on - Marauders x Reader [Platonic / Friendship]

Sam Winchester

Unnamed - Sam x Reader [post Jess]

Ben Barnes

Unnamed - Ben Barnes x Reader

[foreverwayward]

I Know You Part 1

Dean x Unnamed Female x Sam (no Wincest)

Word Count: 3331

Warnings: downright smutty, fluff, oral, Winchester humor, language, mild dominance

Summary: After two years together, the three had grown more than comfortable with each other. But, it isn’t until an unexpected moment of intimacy that desires are finally spoken. Once the door to honesty is open, there’s no holding back. 

Sam and Dean walked into the motel room, deep laughter coming from them both. They were still buzzed from the whiskey they had consumed at the bar only a block over.

“I’m telling you, Sam,” Dean somewhat slurred. “The girl was into you. You totally could have hit that tonight.”

Sam chuckled. “Eh. Guess I wasn’t too interested.”

“Not interested?” Dean asked taken aback with an expression that matched. “Sam, she was gorgeous and all over you.”

“Just didn’t do it for me,” he shrugged.

Dean dropped his jacket off his shoulders before tossing it over the bed with a shake of his head. “Ya know, sometimes I don’t get you, man.”

“Well, what about you? You telling me you couldn’t have left with that blonde?”

“Maybe. Guess it’s like you said—just didn’t do it for me.” He turned back to his brother with a laugh of disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with us?”

Sam laid his own coat over a nearby chair. His hands were resting on top of it as he leaned his weight into it. “I wish I knew.”

Looking around the room, Dean asked “hey…where is she? Didn’t she say she’d be here when we got back?”

“Uh—yeah. I don’t know.”

The sound of water splashing caught their attention as they looked towards the bathroom door. It was cracked open, soft light gleaming through the slit. They shared a curious look with raised brows before walking over to investigate.

As Sam gently pushed at the door, it slowly opened to a dark, candlelit bathroom. She was in the bathtub, her hair up in a messy bun, heat rising from the water and off her skin. Her head was rested back, earbuds in her ears with her eyes shut in relaxation.

The brothers froze at the sight with wide eyes. They both knew they should leave, but it was as if their feet were planted in place, their bodies stiff with building energy.

Her wet skin glistened in the dancing candlelight. She was utter perfection.

Both Sam and Dean had imagined her that way a million times before, but the real thing was like a glimpse into heaven.

As her eyes fluttered open, she caught the two large men practically gaping at her. She immediately went to cover her almost exposed chest as the Winchesters snapped out of their trance.

“Uh, guys…?”

“Oh—“ Dean muttered, embarrassed.

“S—sorry…” Sam barely could utter.

The two clumsily bumped into each other as they tried to get out as fast as they could and Dean quickly shut the door behind them. They stood there in silence both looking like they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Shit…” Sam mumbled.

Dean ran a palm down his face. “Yeah. That, uh—I did not see that coming.”

Letting out an anxious chuckle, Sam nodded. “No kidding.”

Immediately realizing the situation in his jeans, Dean cleared his throat and tried to discreetly cover himself.

“Are you—“ Sam started to ask but stopped feeling uncomfortable.

Trying to not seem bothered by the situation, Dean snarked back, “oh, what? And you’re not?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So…do we just act like this didn’t happen?”

Sam let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t think I can.”

“Glad it’s not just me,” Dean conceded.

“I mean—god, I’ve imagined her a thousand times but…” he sighed. “Nothing compared to the real thing.”

“I know what you mean.” Dean’s neck snapped in his brother’s direction. “Wait. Are you into her?”

“…are you?”

“Dude—from day one. The first hunt we went on together, the first time she made me laugh, the first time I saw her bend down in front of me…” his voice trailed off as he bit his lip at the thought.

Sam’s knuckles practically went white as he tried to control himself and the urges that threatened to bubble over. “So, what do we do? Because, that woman in there is the woman of my dreams, Dean.”

“Pfft,” Dean replied sarcastically. “No way, dude. If anyone’s getting her…it’s me. We’re perfect for each other.”

“Oh, really?”

“Uh—yeah,” he mocked. “We like the same music, we have the same sense of humor, we both love cars…I could name a million things that we have in common.”

“Interesting. So could I,” Sam replied in a cocky tone.

Dean scrunched his face with a bitchy expression. “Like what?”

“We both love to read, she’s a runner like me, we watch the same shows, we make each other laugh…”

Rolling his eyes, Dean let out an annoyed breath. “Fine.” He put out his hand with his other posed as a fist hovering over it.

“Wait,” Sam chuckled. “You can’t be serious. You wanna rock-paper-scissors this situation?”

“It’s how we solve any other issue. Let’s go.”

“No way.”

“Afraid you’ll lose?”

“What? No. I always beat you anyways.”

Dean dropped his hands. “Well, I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas.”

A soft and muffled voice pierced through the bathroom door. “You know I can hear you guys, right?”

Again, Sam and Dean’s eyes went wide.

“Fuck…” Dean mouthed before turning to the door and opening it just enough for her to hear him. “Uh—we’re sorry for just walking in on you. I swear, total accident.”

“Definitely an accident,” Sam reiterated.

She scoffed with a small laugh before biting her lip in thought. “…come in.”

“…are—are you sure?”

“Yes. Just get in here.”

The brothers shared a shocked look before they mouthed and muttered a brief argument between them about who would go in first with them both nervous to. Dean finally gave in and took his time taking steps in. Sam was directly in tow, his eyes immediately resting on her. The small motel bathroom felt even smaller with the two large Winchesters taking up most of the space.

They swallowed hard as their eyes couldn’t help but trace over her wet body. She shifted in the tub causing her breasts to emerge from the water, her perky nipples making the tension in their pants only more painful.

“You guys were staring at me, weren’t you?”

“Well, I, uh—“ Dean stammered. “We—“

Realizing he needed to take over the conversation, Sam added, “we just got back and didn’t hear anything but—but there were lights on in here so…”

“So, you came to investigate,” she concluded.

Dean nodded enthusiastically, wondering if he was beginning to sweat. “Yep. Came…to…investigate…”

“Guys…we’ve been on the road together for how long now? Two years?”

“Two years…” Dean agreed as he studied the beads of water on her shoulders, neck, and chest. “Two awesome years.”

She giggled. “Alright, so I guess that means we can speak plainly, right?”

Sam cleared his throat nervously. “Absolutely.”

“Look, I know you both probably better than I’ve ever known anyone, and you know me just the same. I know neither of you are naturally this nervous with women. In fact,” taking her time, she stood up. The water trickled down her wet skin as her naked body was finally fully exposed. “I know that neither of you are timid at all.”

The two stared at her in awe. Every curve of her body was perfection, every small scar, rogue freckle—she was a masterpiece.

Stepping out of the tub, her wet feet met the cold linoleum. She took slow, seductive steps towards the brothers. Both Sam and Dean’s breaths hitched in their chests.

“How well do you know us exactly?” Dean could barely choke out.

She peered up into Sam’s eyes from under her eyelashes. “Well, for one—Sam, I know you’re a pleaser. You get off making a woman feel good, dominating her just enough to make her come undone underneath you. You like it soft and intense until it builds and builds until finally…” her voice went softer. “…you let yourself go and show her no mercy until she screams your name.”

The gulp that Sam tried to swallow was almost audible and she snickered to herself, happily.

As she sidestepped, she looked up at Dean. “And Dean. You know, it took me a while to figure you out. But I did…” Her sly smile made him shiver.

“And…what did you figure out exactly?” he asked.

Her finger traced over his chest, feeling the soft fabric covering him. “You like to take charge. I think you don’t just like to make a woman lose her mind, you like to watch. You, Dean…like to play.”

He smirked as his tongue shot out over his lips. Suddenly, Dean was feeling more confident, more sure of himself. She really did know him and it drove him wild. “Hey, Sammy…” he started, his eyes never moving from her. “She get it right?”

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “She’s got us pinned.”

“Oh…” Dean playfully laughed. “We won’t be the ones getting pinned. So, waddya say, Sam? Should we show her how well we know her?”

Sam couldn’t help the small rumble that came from his chest. “You better fuckin’ believe it.”

“You wanna see what you’ve been missing?” Dean asked her as his large hand went to her jawline, his fingers rubbing against her throat. “Because, I guarantee you, sweetheart…we’ve still got a few surprises left in us.”

Moving behind her, Sam gently removed the tie that held up her hair. He watched it fall, shaking it out with his fingers before they ran down her bare shoulders. Her skin was still wet and calling to his lips.

Sam dipped down, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. The wet droplets from her bath touched his lips and his tongue couldn’t help but creep out. He continued to kiss her until he brushed her hair to the opposite side, exposing her neck.

Dean took his time studying her. His hands landed on the sides of her ribcage, slowly moving down to her waist and hips as if he was sculpting her himself.

He looked down at her and caught her gaze as she began to breathe heavily. Dean took her chin in his hand and leaned in to ghost his lips over hers. The sensation made her gasp softly and he took his time enjoying her reaction before giving in to the kiss. It started out soft, meaningful and filling the deep desire in them both that had been building for quite some time.

She fell into it, losing herself in Dean’s lips and tongue as Sam placed wet and hungry kisses over her tingling skin.

“Dean,” Sam mumbled, his lips vibrating and awakening her nerves. “Can we take her to the bedroom now?”

As Dean pulled away from their kiss, he licked his lips, still reveling in her taste. “Yeah, I think we should.”

Without another word, Sam effortlessly scooped her up into his arms. His face was focused and serious as he carried her, following his brother out of the bathroom.

Dean sat in the middle of the bed, his legs spread slightly open. He pat the space between them. “Right here, Sammy.”

Once at the side of the bed, Sam gently laid her down where Dean had wanted her. Her knees bent at the base of the bed with her feet dangling. His eyes still were still obsessing over every inch of her.

She tilted her head back, ever so slightly, to look up at Dean who was hovering above her. His smile was mischievous, as if he was already sure of his plans.

Dean brushed her hair away from her face on both sides. “Wanna make sure I get a good look at ya.”

The growing erection in his jeans throbbed against her head and created an ache in her belly. Knowing that he was enjoying her so deeply made her only want him more.

Sam sat at the edge of the bed, his hands running down her smooth legs. He reached up to finally kiss her, humming into her mouth. Two years of lusting for her and finally paid off. It was perfect—she was perfect.

He took his time pulling away from her before eyeing his brother. “So, Dean…she said I was a pleaser. Should I show her how right she is?”

“Absolutely,” he answered.

The smirk that grew on Sam’s face made a shiver run up her spine. He slowly went to his knees and took his time spreading her legs as he planted kisses on her thighs. Sam smiled against her skin as she trembled.

Keeping eye contact with her, Sam hovered over her sex. She was already glistening wet and it made him lick his lips. He took hot breaths over her, teasing her and leaving her breathless until he finally placed his lips against her. As his tongue delved between her soaking lips, her head fell back with a gasp of pleasure.

While Sam began to tease her clit, Dean ran his fingers through her hair and across her face and lips. “How’s she taste, Sam?”

Sam moaned lightly. “Even better than I imagined.” He chuckled to himself as her peered up at her again. “I’m gonna make you mine.” He immediately began to devour her. She moaned in ecstasy as he ate her like a man starved. Sam was lapping her up, sucking on her clit, running teasing circles with his finger around her pussy.

“I think she likes it,” Dean added as he took his time cupping her breasts. He fondled them, seething through his teeth as he watched her wiggle at their touch. “Keep going, Sam.” Looking down at her, very plainly, he told her, “don’t cum yet. Let Sam have his fun.”

His words were like electricity through her body, only driving her further into insanity. Her back arched and she began to mindlessly grind into Sam’s face. He was so skilled with his tongue and his warm mouth was like heaven.

As the intensity grew and the knot in her stomach began to build, she started to fidget while her legs grew tense. She moaned loudly and Dean put a firm hand on her sternum, holding her in place.

“That’s it. Keep letting it build.”

“I--“ she panted. “Oh, god…Sam…”

Sam stopped to look up at his brother with a wet smile. “Fuck, I love when she says my name like that.” He slowly pushed in a single digit, feeling how tense and tight she was. Sam couldn’t have been more pleased as she squeezed around him. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he told her.

When her hands reached down to rifle in Sam’s hair, Dean grabbed them and held them at her sides. “Don’t distract him.”

It only took a few more seconds before her jaw dropped, profanities dripping from her lips as she climbed an unspeakable high. “Sam, I—I’m almost there.”

“Hold it,” he told her firmly while releasing her clit only momentarily.

“I can’t…” she whimpered. “Please…”

Holding onto her hands with a tighter grasp, Dean reiterated, “he said to hold it.”

She squealed softly and bit her lip as she began to shake, her body ready to explode. “Sam!!” With a deep laugh to himself, Sam stopped, leaving her on the edge. “No…” she whined.

Sam stood to his feet, watching her fight against Dean’s hold as he undressed. His was quick to remove his flannel and his chest was heaving with anticipation. He kicked off his boots and made short work of getting his jeans off. As Sam dropped his boxers, his perfect erection sprang free. It made her moan at the sight and her legs collapsed to the sides, opening herself for him.

“Dean…” Sam started. “Cover her mouth.”

With a bite of his lip, Dean placed his large hand over her mouth. She exhaled sharply through her nose and her chest rose and fell rapidly as her heart raced. She watched as Sam took her legs in his hands and lined himself up with her entrance.

“Look at me,” Sam commanded. And just as she did, he pushed his cock inside of her. He was patient, letting her stretch around him as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “Fuck…” he growled as his head fell back. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

She cried out in pleasure, the sounds muffled by Dean’s hold.

“You ready?”

With an eager nod, she consented and Sam smiled.

Taking her wrists in one of his hands and keeping his other over her mouth, Dean noticed to Sam. “Do it.”

Sam began to thrust into her, deep until he bottomed out. The sounds coming from her were a mix of cries and moans, whimpers of her body desperate for more.

“Hold on.”

With his teeth gritted, Sam began to fuck her into oblivion. Her once loud moans turned to silent shakes as she began to come undone. She could feel the edge of her first teased orgasm bringing her closer and closer, spasms filling her legs, toes, and hands.

Nearing his own crash, Sam motioned to Dean and his brother removed his hand from her mouth just as it dropped open.

“Fuck…” she whimpered.

Dean leaned down to whisper gruffly in her ear. “Sammy worked hard on you, sweetheart. Now, show him how grateful you are and cum.”

At his words, she lost her mind. Her body was no longer her own and she could have sworn she was going to pass out. She began to contract around him as her orgasm spilled out of her and dripped down his balls.

“Say my name,” Sam demanded as she twisted and contorted underneath him.

With a gasp, she yelled out, “S—Sam!”

That was all he needed to send him over the edge as he spilled deep into her. She could feel him twitching inside of her, his cum filling her and dragging out her own orgasm. Sam groaned at his release.

As the two steadied their breathing, Sam slowly pulled out. The sopping wet space between her legs evidence of Sam’s skilled movements.

Dean let go of his hold to bring her wrists to his lips, kissing where he had been holding her down as Sam went into the bathroom. “You did so good.”

She was still heaving her breaths and was completely spent.

Sam came back with a warm, wet cloth and began to clean her as gently as she could. Though with her nerves so on edge, she seethed and writhed at the slightest touch.

He dropped it to the floor and crashed down on the bed beside her as Dean lovingly touched her. Sam beamed. “You…are…incredible.” Again, he kissed her. “More than worth the wait.”

“I—I’m sorry, Dean…” she uttered out of exhaustion. “I’m so…so tired.”

Dean chuckled, still playing with her soft locks. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I had a feeling. Don’t worry. I can be patient.” He kissed her, holding her chin in place. “But, tomorrow, you’re mine.” Dean took his time getting up, careful not to disturb her. He went to the bathroom and began to snuff out the candles and tend to the mess.

Once they were alone, Sam gently turned her face towards him. He ran a sweet hand across her cheeks, soaking her in again. “God...you’re so beautiful.”

She was enamored with him, with both of them. Whether it was her feelings for the brothers that had been so long denied or the incredible sex she had just had, she wasn’t sure. “You’re amazing…”

“Well, if I was amazing it’s only because I had an amazing partner.” The two smiled happily at each other. “You know, you were right—what you said earlier.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“We should say what we mean. And after tonight, I don’t think we have anything to hide from each other,” he laughed. As his face went more serious, he brushed away her hair. “I love you. I have for I don’t even know how long.”

Leaning in to kiss him, she hummed against his lips. “I love you too.”

“Alright,” Dean said as he emerged from the bathroom. “I’m starved. Who’s up for pizza?”

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ItMightHaveBeenIntentional’s Masterlist

Supernatural Stories

Shackled After nearly ten years, Sam Winchester calls Miriam Bard to collect on a life debt. Unfortunately for Miriam, Sam leaves out a few important details.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Miriam Bard (original female character), Sam Winchester, Castiel Rating: EXPLICIT. 18+ONLY. PLEASE READ/HEED WARNINGS.  Warning: Warnings change each chapter, please check every time. Ch 1 Warnings: Implied loss of family, grieving, depression, cursing, Demon!Dean, Sam’s tendency to leave out vital details for folks helping him to save Dean (read: Sam’s tendency to be a Winchester)

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Walk Me Home Twenty-four years ago, Kimberly Harper met a boy who changed the course of her entire life before up and leaving one night. She spent years moving past the memories, building a stable, satisfying career as professor of folklore and mythology at the local university. Then the accidents start, and she’s forced to seek help among her hunter contacts. All it takes is a knock on her office door to send Kimber’s carefully built emotional walls crumbling to the ground. Inspired by P!nk’s “Walk Me Home.” A birthday present for the incomparable @thoughtslikeaminefield.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dr. Kimberly Harper (original female character), Mysterious Big Bad,  mention of Garth Fitzgerald, John Winchester/Teenage Dean/young Teenage Sam (flashbacks) Rating: Mature.. 18+ONLY. PLEASE READ WARNINGS. Warnings: Show level violence, show level parental neglect (let’s not John bash, I’m just saying), show-style witchcraft, show-level mental manipulation, stalking, bit of angst, sexual content (higher than show level),swearing, general yearning. ...

Dear Mr. Fantasy  Sometimes when he sleeps, Dean sees flashes of other Dean Winchesters, in other universes. Inspired by Traffic’s “Dear Mr. Fantasy” and the header image; prompt given by @thoughtslikeaminefield​. @cabin-fever-bang​ prompt fill.

Characters: Dean Winchester, AU Dean Winchester, original female character, Sam Winchester; mentions of Castiel, Chuck, AU John Winchester, AU Sam Winchester, and AU Danny Elkins  Rating: Teen Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. ...

To My Soul You’ve taken to walking when insomnia strikes. Dean and Sam have their own means of dealing with their occasional insomnia. Every now and then, your paths cross. Inspired by Van Morrison’s “And It Stoned Me”. Image by @there-must-be-a-lock

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean Winchester Rating: Most anyone. Warnings: Some loneliness. This story is very soft, there’s not much to warn about. ...

Detours on the Road So Far - OR - Why Sam and Dean Need Actual Adult Supervision Shenanigans. Lots of them. Probably some pie. THIS IS CRACK FIC.

Characters: Our main dudes. Some friends, frenemies, and various other entities. Rating: Range from Teen to Adult, changes each chapter. WARNINGS CHANGE WITH EACH CHAPTER. READ/HEED WARNINGS FOR EACH CHAPTER. ADULT THEMES THROUGHOUT, SOME ADULTIER THAN OTHERS. ...

The Rose “She’s fifty today, and in Dean’s opinion, there’s never been anyone more beautiful.” An alternate Dean reflects on the life he’s led. Sequel to “Dear Mr. Fantasy.”

Characters: An Alternate universe Dean (no, not that one), his wife (original female character or female reader, depending on how hard you stare at it), mentions of Sam, John, vague reference to Chuck. Rating: Most anybody can read this one.  Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. Honestly, it’s pretty sweet. ...

Crossword Clues and Coffee A chance encounter in Lebanon’s finest (read: only) diner leads Dean to find the one thing he never knew his life was missing.   

Characters: Dean Winchester, Esther (original female character), Sam Winchester, Castiel Rating: Most anyone. Maybe a smattering of language. Warnings: Tiny bit of language? Angst. LOTS of sass. Honestly, it’s a lot of fluff. No romance. ...

I’m Ready “I can’t...I can’t take my forever if you’re not in it.”  A Destiel story, eventually. Picks up right where the show left off. Not technically a fix-it, as I didn’t change anything, but I promise it gets better.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel. Many Original Characters, Appearances by John Winchester, May Winchester, Bobby, Jody, Donna, Charlie, Kevin, and a few other name drops you’ll appreciate Rating: Teen Warnings: Cursing, mentions of (canon) child abuse and neglect, mentions of past trauma, working through trauma, denial, bit of pining ...

We’ve Got Tonight  “It’s not your job to do this, Andy. You make people happy. I was in the diner all of ten minutes, and you knew exactly how to get me to smile. You do normal, real things like garden and sing karaoke. Saving the world is my job, Sam’s job. Sometimes it’s even Cas’s job, but it’s not yours.” Inspired by Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight”

Characters: Andy (Original Female Character), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, More Major Character Deaths (sort of?), higher than show level violence, blood, light smutting, language, demons, apocalypse, inferred suicide, cult activity.

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Marvel/MCU Stories

Breathe With Me “The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.” John Muir

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, original gender neutral character (reader) Relationship(s): Established poly relationship.  Rating: Teen, but probably not even that Warnings: This is meant to be a comfort fic, rather than a triggery, angsty one. Anxiety attacks, stress, someone with a news-watching trigger, but otherwise the story is people finding ways to cope/deal with their triggers and supporting others who are doing the same. ...

After Midnight She calls him one last time, determined to put an end to their tryst. Loki feels differently. Written for @fvckingavengers Quarantine Challenge, prompt #32: “After Midnight” by Dorothy. Be gentle, this is my first posted Loki story. Beautiful header by @there-must-be-a-lock ; thank you so much, friend!

Characters: Loki, unnamed female character/reader Relationships: Loki/unnamed female character/reader Rating: Mature. 18+ONLY. Warnings: sexual content, Loki being persuasive

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How Long The call comes sometime after midnight, pulling you instantly alert from your deep sleep. Your phone is set to “Do Not Disturb,” and only one number is programmed as an exception.

Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers (Nomad Steve Rogers, Nomad Captain America) Relationship(s): reader x Steve Rogers Rating: MATURE. 18+ ONLY. 

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Shadows and Pills Some people come away from the Battle of New York with scars and broken bones. Some come away with nightmares and years of therapy ahead of them. Some don’t come away at all. Alexa comes away with a shadow.

Characters: Alexa (original female character), Dark/Evil Loki Rating: Explicit. 18+ONLY Warnings: RAPE, Torture, Abuse, Self Harm, Negative Images of Psychological Services/Mental Health Professionals, Hallucinations, Stalking, Supernatural Horror, Prescription Drug Use and Eventual Abuse, Mental Illness, PTSD, Flashbacks of Violence, Flashbacks of Tragedy, Starving Oneself, Isolation, Physical and Mental Exhaustion, Denial, Self Neglect, Gaslighting, Mental Spiraling, Mental and Emotional Abuse ...

Real Person Fic

Binging “The last thing he wants you to think is that you’re simply a convenience, someone he just keeps on the hook for when he’s got time.” Inspired by Mr. Stan’s infamous Men’s Health photo shoot, as well as his “Cheat Day” video.

Rating: M, 18+ONLY Warnings: Language (heh), smut, fluff, excessive use of breakfast foods. Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader/Unnamed Original Character Word Count: 2.4k ...

Every Now and Then “It’s a simple case of not enough versus taking what you can get. Sometimes she sees him for a day or two, then not again for almost half a year.” Relationships are hard. When one person is a world-wide superstar and both people are idiots, they get that much harder. They both take what they can get, but eventually that may not be enough.

Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Reader Insert/Unnamed Original Female Character Rating: Mature, 18+ONLY Warnings: Two large dollops of smut, a half-cup of angst divided, several pinches of language, dash of loneliness, and a good sprinkle of lack of communication. Fold ingredients together gently, bake at 200c fan for 20 minutes, then serve piping hot from the oven.

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*masterlist banner was done by me **section headers were done by @firefly-in-darkness​ / @firefly-graphics​

MAIN MASTERLIST

“Bad Days” (Dean x Unnamed!Female/Reader) Summary: Sam and Dean return from a hunt gone wrong. Sometimes it’s okay to let someone see you hurt.

“Birthday Cake” (Dean x Reader) Summary: Today is Dean’s birthday, so you decide to bake him a long-overdue surprise.

“Finally Living” (pick-a-Winchester) Summary: The world is finally safe. After years of hunting, you’re finally free to be together.

“For the Best” (Dean x Reader) Summary: You deserve better than Dean can ever offer you, no matter how badly it hurts.

“If Only She Was Enough” (MOC!Dean x OFC) Summary: The Mark of Cain is getting louder than ever, so Dean gets knocked-out drunk to numb it. Greer, once again, takes care of him.

“Silent Night” (Dean x Unnamed!Female/Reader ) Summary: Just a little something-something for @julesthequirky‘s Winter Holiday Song Challenge. My song prompt/request was “Silent Night” (I did the Stevie Nicks version because I love her).

“Ramble On” (Dean x Plus Size!OFC) Summary: While on a hunt in Vermont, the Winchesters bump into another hunter working the same case, Jenn McGowan, who just happens to be Jo Harvelle’s best friend. After hunting on-and-off together for a few years, Dean and Jenn grow close, only for a major loss in their lives to cause a rift between them. Years later, when the Winchesters set out to meet an old contact of Bobby’s, they're shocked to find that Jenn has taken on his old role.  What does it mean for the once-budding feelings between two seasoned hunters?

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5

“Good Literature” *RESUMED/UPDATED NOV 2023* (PAIRING TBD) Summary: The angels have fallen, the pearly gates have been shut down. Desperate for a way to undo Metatron’s spell, Sam and Kevin turn to Crowley, who receives a cryptic message from Abaddon regarding Alphas and Eve, Mother of Monsters. Diving into the Men of Letters’ records, Sam finds out about a set of classified journals belonging to a former MoL field agent. In an effort to uncover what secrets the journals were hiding, the infamous Winchesters are led to a fellow legacy. The problem is, she doesn’t know anything about the supernatural!  *SPN Season 9-?? Rewrite

“Static” *COMPLETE* (Dean x OFC) Summary: Chelsea has had a lonely and mundane life. No family or friends, she spends most of her time painting or drawing and binge-watching Netflix. After getting laid off (again), she hauls off to the mountains for a weekend only to have an accident. When Chelsea awakes, she finds herself in the Supernatural Universe!! Is it all inside her head or is this her new reality? How did she get here and does she even want to return home?

[holylulusworld]

Smirk of the devil

Title: Smirk of the devil

Summary: He’s the devil in disguise.

Square filled for @spnquotebingo​​​​​​: (“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself the same question for two years.” – SPN)

Word Count: 1,9k

Pairing: Clubowner!Dean x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Ruby, Gadreel, unnamed girl

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  angst, language, smut, unprotected sex, a hint of fluff, mentions of cheating (implied), sadness, toxic relationship?, unrequited feelings, Dean hurt the reader more than once, hopeful ending but no happy ending

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​

SPN Quote Bingo masterlist

“Excuse me, miss,“ a young girl, barely twenty-one coos. She looks up at you with big doe eyes, batting her eyelashes. “I’m looking for Dean Winchester. He asked me to come here at nine.”

“No, you don’t,” anyone not knowing you would think you are trying to be rude to the girl, but this is so far from the truth. “Girls like you shouldn’t come to places like these.” you huff when the girl rolls her eyes. “You don’t want to meet up with Dean.”

“And you know this why?” she sasses, hands on her hips now. 

You can smell the strawberry chewing gum she tortured the whole time and can’t help but chuckle at her bratty attitude. Once upon a time, you were just like her.

Sweet, innocent, an intact heart beating in your chest.

“You’re not my mom. So, why do you think you can keep me away from Dean,” you’d like to slap her face at the ‘mom’ comment but bite your tongue. You never were a violent person. Maybe if you were, Dean would run around with one ball missing. “I bet you’re just jealous he wants me.”

What can you possibly tell the girl? That he will break her heart. That, once he has you in his clutches he will strip off your dignity, rip any pride left out of your chest and replace your former self with a drooling mess, begging him to do it all over again.

“Speak of the devil,” you whisper, watching Dean waltz into his club, the bunker, the place you first met. Those days seem a lifetime away. Back then you still were a cute and clueless girl, missing the way he tainted you with every touch and kiss. 

“I want to speak to him, now,” the girl pouts and you get the feeling she’s rather a girl scout wanting to sell cookies than her pussy to a man she won’t be able to handle. “NOW!”

“It’s your funeral, sweet cheeks,” you wave her off, walk past the girl to talk to Dean Winchester, the devil himself. Oh, how you wish you could tell him to go to hell, but you would only beg him to take you with him.

“Sweetheart,” he dips his head, shamelessly roams your body with darkened eyes, “you look ready to get eaten.” damn him, he smirks, and you get weak in the knees. “And you will—”

“Another of your fangirls,” you jerk your head in the girl’s direction, rolling your eyes. “Guess you are down to high school girls now, Winchester. Shame on you.”

“Jealous?” he cocks his head, watches you turn on your heels, ignoring your racing heart when he walks behind you, one hand on the small of your back. “So, how’s it going with your mysterious boyfriend lately?”

“Wonderful,” you grit out, already walking faster to brush Dean off. “I told you, no questions about my love life or I’ll quit once for all, Dean. Go, take care of your girl.”

It’s when he walks toward the girl that you allow yourself to admire his back, his broad shoulders, and, yes, his ass.

“Ogling my brother again?” Sam stands too close for comfort, but you don’t mind. “What’s the state of your on-and-off relationship? Who’s winning this round?”

“No one is going to win shit, Sammy. Dean wants to fuck every woman with a pulse, and I want a faithful man, period,” you turn your attention back toward the bartender who wanted to talk to you about the latest order.

“He’s hard to handle, I told you so,” Sam nudges your side. “Why don’t you lay claim on him and show any woman he’s yours.”

“Dean is not my man, never was,” you sigh, eyes filled with unshed tears once again. “When we met, he did anything to get me, and then, he dropped me like any other girl. I’m not what he wants, Sam. Dean lives for his club, Baby, and having sex with any woman he can get into his bed…”

“Bunny hole would be the better name for this shithole,” you grit out, downing your first drink of the night. “Give me another one, Gade. I wanna get drunk tonight.”

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t drink at work,” Dean sits on the barstool next to you, grinning when you grasp for the next drink. 

He easily snatches the drink out of your hands, downing it in one go, slamming the glass onto the counter. “Your boss could catch you red-handed and fire you or slap your ass. Whatever you prefer.”

“Go ahead and fire me, Winchester. This shithole will go down without the manager keeping it alive,” you quip. “Now let me have another drink. My shift is almost over.”

“Almost,” he whispers in your ear, fingertips sliding over your thigh to hike up your skirt. “How about we talk about this at my office in the back, Miss Y/L/N?” you place your hand on top of Dean’s to guide it to his thigh, hiding you shivered at his touch.

“Don’t hurt yourself, boss,” you lean closer to whisper the words. “I think you had enough fun with little miss sunshine not an hour ago. I hope you checked she was at age, Dean.”

“Jesus, I asked her to come around for a job, nothing else,” Dean grumbles, hand moving toward your thigh again. “I don’t play with girls, only with women.”

“Yeah, I remember how well you played with half of the female population in town,” snickering Dean slides off his barstool to stand behind you. He’s caging you with his body, places both hands on each side of the bar counter.

“You were one of them, and I remember you were so eager to get out of that cute dress you wore only for me, sweetheart,” he husks in your ear. “Come to my office, Miss Y/L/N, and let’s talk about your behavior lately.”

“If you insist, boss,” you hate you follow him all too eager.

While Dean waltzes toward his office, waving at people, you fight your way through the masses, unbeknownst Sam is following your every step with his eyes.

“She will fall for him all over again,” Ruby sighs. The brunette sips at her drink while sitting on Sam’s lap. “Can you not tell your brother to stop breaking my friend’s heart? She deserves better for fuck’s sake. Two years ago, she found a nice guy and tried to quit only to do the walk of shame the next morning.”

“I can’t help two fools in love to find their way. I tried, Baby. Don’t ask me to talk to my brother about love again. He’s stubborn. You know that Ruby.”

“I know, still, she deserves better than a quick fuck at his office only to end up alone and weeping on the floor for weeks after he had his way with her…”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Dean groans with every thrust. “I’ve missed this tight little cunt around me.” you hate yourself for letting Dean in once again while he takes you apart.

What can a girl do when he has you pressed against the wall the moment he closed the door behind you. His lips on yours, his hands on your ass to heave you up to hold you against the wall.

His thrusts are more demanding tonight, his lips tender against your throat and his hand, well his hands hold you a little tighter. “Dean, fuck—we shouldn’t.”

“A little too late for regrets,” the devil moans in your neck, moves a little slower to drag his thick length against your walls. “You’re so wet for me, Sugar.” you whimper at the nickname. 

It brings back memories of all the nights he called you like that, voice hoarse and his eyes only set on you.

“Go to hell—” you finally choke out, still, you hold tight onto his shoulders when he starts to fuck up into you at a madding pace. 

“I’ll just take you with me,” he grips your ass tighter, moves you up and down his length while his lips do the worst thing possible – they claim yours in a bruising kiss, take your breath away. 

Dean moans against your soft pillows, ignores a single tear that runs down your cheek or that your cunt flutters around him.

“You’re mine, my girl,” he demands, hips jerking uncontrollably now. “Never gonna let you go. Just hold tight, baby.”

You grasp for his shoulders, dig your nails deep into his skin when you can’t hold back the approaching high anymore. A wave of pleasure washes over you and for a moment everything is like it should be—until it isn’t. 

His warmth fills you and you remember the way he ended things, right after he fucked you against the wall at his place.

“What if you let me fall?” there is so much fear and pain hidden behind those few words Dean stops moving for a moment. He just looks at you pinned to the wall, bare and vulnerable right in front of him. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Why do you always keep coming back to me?” he nips at your lips, hands wrapping around your back. “Why, baby?”

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself the same question for two years,” you give Dean a sad smile, eyes filled with tears again. “Maybe I’m a masochist and like to get hurt. I don’t know why I let you in over and over again only to get broken.”

“I hate to break it for you, but we have this thing going on for almost six years,” Dean laughs when you punch his shoulder. “Maybe a little longer.”

“I know, dumbass,” you shake your head. “Two years ago, I found a new job and tried to leave town, but then you dragged me back into your life, and since then…”

“You try to escape me and my charming personality…”

“Why are you still here?” looking over your shoulder you wonder why Dean didn’t leave your place like he always does after he got what he wanted. “Isn’t one of your other girls waiting for you?”

“I told you that the girl was there for a job, not to suck my dick,” he kicks his shoes off and drops his shirt to the ground before he unzips his pants. “I want to stay the night.”

“Why?” watching Dean strip his socks off you frown. “Dean, you don’t need to pretend shit, okay. We both know I was just convenient again.” you turn around, not wanting to face the devil again. If you do, he’ll drag you down to hell again.

“Y/N, baby,” he crawls under the covers to press his face into your shoulder, “you’re not convenient to me. I swear, I asked the girl to come to the club for a job. She asked around at my mom’s place and I offered she can take over a few shifts. As a waitress, not for me to… you know…”

“How shall I know?” you hate that his warmth lulls you into safety. And you hate his arms wrap around your waistline even more. “All you do is to bang random chicks at your office. Just like you did with me not an hour ago.”

“You’re not a random chick, Y/N,” oddly Dean clings to you tonight. He burrows his face in your neck, not letting go of you until he feels your breathing even out. “Maybe you are the only girl I ever loved. I was just too afraid to keep you in my life.”

You can’t react to his confession as you are fast asleep. Dean doesn’t care. He needed to get it off his chest. 

“No matter what, you’ll always be mine, sweetheart. Come hell or high water,” he whispers. 

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll give him another chance to prove he’s not the devil, only a lonely man who messed things up years ago.

>> Part 2

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