#and im like...... yes its canon but some people would argue that it is baiting 😬

[cosmicallyavg]

dhfjfkdkkd not someone coming to me to ask of they should watch dw because thasmin is canon and me not having the heart to tell them......

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Hunters and Happily Ever Afters

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Trigger Warnings: SPN canon violence, self-doubt, kissing, SLIGHT smut, implied smut, swearing

Word Count: 2435

A/N: This was written for Jen’s Disney Challenge AKA @deanjensengirlmaggie. The movie I chose was Sleeping Beauty. This didn’t really turn out how I originally planned but I think it turned out OK, not great but fine I guess. As always feedback is welcomed and if you want to be added to my tag list let me know. BTW Happy Birthday Jen. Oh, and just ignore the crappy little intro to smut at the end. It’s awful I know. That was my first attempt at something sexual so please be gentle. Enjoy! Also please ignore any mistakes I did my own editing and did a crappy job as im tired as hell

Summary: When you and the guys go after a witch in Anaheim with a Disney fetish you get caught in the crossfire. With you under a sleeping curse and the guys having only 72 hours to track down and kill the witch for the cure to work, will they be able to make it in time to save you? More importantly, will Dean’s true love’s kiss work to wake you up? 

“Guys we totally need to hit the beach after this hunt,” you said.

“UH Y/N how about no,” Dean said.

“Come on we’re in Cali and its fucking summer and fucking beautiful. Prime beach weather.”

“We are not really beach people Y/N. Anyways let’s focus on the case. We are still an hour out from Anaheim.”

“Fine. Three women all about Y/H, long Y/H/C, and Y/E/C. All dead in mysterious circumstances that no one can explain.”

“First vic ate a poison apple. Second vic had her vocal cords ripped out. Third vic had all her toes cut off,” Sam said.

“Woah. Back up. Did you say toes?” Dean said.

“Yeah. All ten cut cleanly off,” Sam said.

“Any who, all deaths happened while each victim was alone, so no one has a single clue what the hell is going on here,” you said.

“So, we thinking witch here. Because this seems witchy to me,” Dean said.

“Yeah,” you and Sam said in unison.

Something about this case seemed familiar. The way these women were killed you couldn’t help but think you had seen or heard it somewhere before. All you knew was this witch seemed to be killing women every other day and needed to be stopped. But at least you had one thing down for sure. You knew the type of women she went after. Women like you.

Once y’all reached Anaheim, it finally hit you why these deaths sounded so familiar. All the Disney signs and little kids wearing Disney t-shirts, these deaths were happening just miles from Disneyland. These deaths were fairytale related. Well, not the nice happy ending ones that everyone knows and loves but more closely relates to the Brothers’ Grimm versions of each stories.

“FAIRYTALES!!!!” you shouted causing both men to jump in their seats.

“What? What about fairytales Y/N?” Dean said.

“The deaths. I knew they looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why that is until now. All these deaths are somehow related to fairytales,” you said.

“I don’t remember anyone dying in fairytales. Not like this anyway,” Sam said as he leaned forward. Dean threw him a look and y’all just shook your head and ignored him.

“Well, these are more related to the Brothers’ Grimm versions of the stories. The originals before Disney got ahold of them. The poison apple is Snow White, the taking of the vocal cords is Ariel, and the cutting off of the toes is Cinderella well more like her step sisters but her story none the less,” you said.

“So, you’re telling me this witch has a Disney killing fetish?” Dean said.

“Yeah pretty much,” you said.

“That’s just fucked up,” Dean said and you and Sammy just nodded your heads in agreement.

“This next part, however, Dean, you are not gonna like. This witch needs to be drawn out and the only way to do that is to use me as bait,” you said.

“Hell no. Ain’t happening. Not on my watch,” Dean protested.

“It’s the only way Dean. Plus, I fit her type pretty much to a T,” you said.

“I hate to admit it, but Dean, she’s right. I hate using people as bait but she is perfect and this may be the only way to draw the witch out,” Sam said.

After a little more back and forth between the three of you and Dean protesting, he finally gave in. It was a reluctant giving in, but one none the less. However, he didn’t hesitate to sit there and pout like a four year after losing at which you had to smile at. You weren’t sure why Dean put up such a fight. He had to know this was the only way. He’s gone down this road before and didn’t put up such a big fit. What made you so special?

You guys split up different local areas that the witch might be hiding out. After sifting through so many pages of different buildings you decided to take a quick break and surf the web. That’s when you came across a place that would be a perfect hideout for the witch.

“Guys, I think I found something. There’s this attraction at the actual park that’s under construction which means its empty. That would be the perfect hideout for her considering her fetish and all,” you said.

Both guys agreed and all three of you hit the road. You wanted to ask Dean why he put up such a fight about you being bait but realized it may not be the best time.

You had started developing feelings for the older Winchester about a few months back after he saved you from a werewolf. The way he patched you up and took care of you with such gentleness, completely opposite of the way he usually was, took you by surprise and stole your heart. Ever since then you had gotten a little flirty with him and he would reciprocate but that was it never anything more. He left you confused on where he stood. So maybe him fighting for you like this was a sign that he felt the same way. You would have to discuss that after this meeting, now wasn’t really the appropriate time.

Once you arrived at the park it was after dark and everything was closed so y’all snuck in. You told the guys to hang back and went towards the attraction and the witch came out.

“Can I help you?” she said.

“Uh I was told you could help me with a spell to get my boyfriend to tell me truth,” you said.

“Yes, I can hold on a moment.”

When she turned around you grabbed your gun from your waistband and aimed at her, but before you could shoot she flew it out of your hands. You went running for it went she flung you in the opposite direction. At this point the guys had noticed the fight and had started running their way towards you.

“You hunters are all the same,” the witch said with a sickening grin forming on her lips.

Before you could get a word out or move an inch she hit you with some sort of magic that knocked you out cold. When the guys saw this, they busted through the gates and went charging towards the witch. They drew their guns only to have them flung to the same place yours was.

Dean went running towards you and tried to shake you awake but you wouldn’t wake up.

“Now, now boys, she’s under a sleeping curse. And this Sleeping Beauty only has 72 hours before she never wakes up again. However, this fairytale has a twist that you’ll need to figure out,” the witch said and then vanished.

Dean grabbed you from the ground and held you tight whilst he and Sam ran back to the Impala. He gently laid you down in the backseat and placed a kiss to your forehead whispering that they were going to figure this out.

While back at the hotel Sam looked up the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty and noticed the cure was true loves kiss. But since the witch said there was a twist he knew there was something more. Since she sounded so confident that she would win and using the knowledge he already knew about witches Sam guessed the twist was they had to kill the witch before true loves kiss would work.

“Dean I think I figured it out,” Sam said.

“Ok, hit me with it,” Dean said.

“Well the fairytale of Sleepy Beauty state that the only thing that can wake her up is true loves kiss,” Sam said. At this Dean gulped. He has loved you since he laid eyes on you and when you were attacked by that werewolf it only reinforced the matter, but he didn’t think you felt the same way.

“However,” Sam continued. “The witch said there was a catch to this so taking what we already know about witches, how their spells usually die with them, I figure we now have a little over 70 and a half hours to track and kill the witch and get you back here to kiss Y/N.”

“What me? No Sammy. I’m not her true love. I mean we flirt sometimes but that’s it.”

“Whatever Dean we really don’t have the time to argue about this now. So, let’s get this witch and regardless of what you think you will kiss Y/N to bring her back.”

Dean shut up and sat down in front of his computer. He started doing research on this witch to track where she might be, but every so often would steal a glance at you to make sure your chest was still moving up and down. Honestly, Dean had no idea what he’d do if he lost you and he didn’t want to find out.

Tracking this witch proved harder than originally thought. The guys left your side and searched the rest of the amusement park and had no luck. That took a big chunk of time out of what they had left. But Sam realized that Disney had a lot of resorts that people could stay at and that the witch could be staying at one of the more Disney-esque ones.

Lucky for them the second resort they landed on happened to be the right one. They asked the clerk if he had seen a woman matching the description of the witch and he said yes and that she was a strange one. He said that he usually couldn’t give out room information but since he had a bad feeling about this chick he gave it to them.

They reached room 209 with their guns drawn and kicked down the door. The second they entered the witch threw both of their guns across the room and Sam into the book case and Dean into the glass coffee table. Sam was able to break free from the hold and charged towards the witch again only to be flung through the bathroom door hitting his head on the toilet effectively knocking him out.

With the witches focus elsewhere Dean was able to get to his feet and go for his gun. The witch noticed and was able to stop him but with the fight he was putting up when she tried to fling him across the room again she through him towards his gun instead of away from. Dean smiled picked up his ivory gripped pistol and filled the witch with witch killing bullets killing her for good.

He stood up and raced towards Sam and shook him awake. They both looked down at their watches and noticed the time. “Oh shit,” they both said as they realized they only had an hour and a half to get back to you and wake you up. That is even if Dean’s kiss would work. He still wasn’t so sure.

They jumped into the Impala and skidded out of the parking lot faster than a bank robber leaving the scene of the crime. Dean knew they were at least 45 minutes out without traffic so head had to step on it.

They finally made it back to the motel and raced to your room seeing you still laying there peacefully in bed not looking like you were going to die soon. They checked the time and saw they only had 30 minutes left and Dean started to panic. He rushed to your side and grazed his fingers down your face, moving some hair out of your eyes. Just sleeping you looked so beautiful and so peaceful. On the brink of death your beauty still shined through. As he went to kiss you he stopped midway and pulled back.

“What are you doing man? Kiss her. Wake her up before we lose her forever,” Sam practically yelled.

“I can’t. She doesn’t love me Sammy. I’m not her true love. I can’t be. I can’t be anyone’s true love, I’m too broken. Too damaged. All I do is hurt the people I love,” Dean said as he started to break down.

“Dean stop. Ok just stop. You do deserve love. You have it right here. You want to talk about hurting people? You will be hurting her if you don’t kiss her. She will be dead. You love her and you know and she loves you. Come on, I’ve noticed the glances you guys share it’s kind of gross, but the good lovey dovey gross. So be a man and fucking kiss her before I kick your ass for letting her die because you were a coward,” Sam said literally anything he could think of that would light a fire under Deans ass to get him to do what he needed. And it worked.

Dean leaned downed and kissed you soft, plump, pink lips for a second and then let go. After another second your eyes fluttered opened and you awoke. Sam sighed, but Dean had a different reaction. He grabbed your face and smashed his lips on yours, much to your surprise, but you didn’t fight it. His kiss was hard, desperate, needy, but so full of passion. He bit your bottom lip asking for entrance and you laced your arms around his neck and gladly let him in.

Sam huffed and left the room deciding to sleep in the Impala for the night because he knew exactly where that was headed and didn’t need to see that.

When you and Dean part for air, he leans his forehead against yours and whispers in your ear, “Never scare me like that again. I love you and I can’t lose you.”

His words surprised you so you leaned in and said, “I love you too.”

Dean smashed his lips into yours again, but this time he laid you back in bed and let his hands roam your body. “Let me show you how much I love you,” he said. He pulled your shirt off and began kissing down your jaw and your neck down to your chest. He had one hand on your breast massaging it while his other hand continued to roam. Unconsciously you moaned and started to grind your hips into him generating a growl to emit from his lips.

You looked into his eyes and saw his pupils were blown with lust and you leaned in to kiss him again while you let your hands roam. You got to his waist and felt his hardening member causing you to groan again. This was going to be a long night, but a very enjoyable night.

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