#bartender!deanxreader

[imagining-supernatural]

The Other Side of the Bar

Summary: Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.”

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: I have this headcanon that if it wasn’t for Azazel and the hunting life, Dean would be the happiest guy out there. He would just be loving life and laughing around and basically be a force of nature that always gets what he wants. He would be unstoppable and would be so damn happy. So that’s the version of Dean that I imagined for this AU.

Version en Español: El Otro Lado de la Barro

“Sam, my man!” Terrance bellowed when Sam walked into the bar. Upon seeing his old friend, Sam broke into a smile and gripped his hand, pulling him in for hug. “Our boy Dean didn’t tell me you were in town.”

“Well, finals are finally over and Dean’s been after me about checking out his new bar since he opened it.” Sam glanced around the dimly lit room and couldn’t help but feel impressed. “So I thought I’d surprise him.”

For someone who hadn’t set foot in a college classroom, Dean was actually a pretty good businessman. This was the third bar that he’d opened in Eastern Kansas, and every bar that he owned was doing ridiculously well. When Dean asked Sam to take a look at his finances and make sure that everything looked good, Sam started rethinking his own life plan. If Dean was making that much per bar, then what in the world was Sam thinking, digging himself deeper into debt to get a law degree?

Speaking of Dean, Sam glanced around the packed room in search of his sandy-haired brother. As usual, he was behind the bar talking to a chick. But he wasn’t smiling or joking around like he usually did in the company of any living, breathing female.

“What the hell?” Sam asked, drawing Terrance’s attention. “He’s having an actual conversation with her instead of just flirting?”

Terrance followed Sam’s gaze and laughed. He clapped Sam on the shoulder and leaned closer. “Dude, he is flirting with her. Hard. They do this every night.”

“This? What is this?”

With a secretive smile, Terrance pulled Sam closer to the counter. “He won’t even know you’re here. Until this bet of theirs ends every night, neither of them are aware of anything around them.”

Sam and Terrance stopped a few feet shy of the two who appeared to be engaged in a very serious conversation. But it was close enough for Sam to hear what was being said.

“Then the squirrel ran up her skirt and she started screaming and jumping around,” the girl was saying in a flat voice, eyes never wavering from Dean’s.

Sam caught the gleam in Dean’s eye that was the complete opposite of the serious expression on his brother’s face. This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.

“That squirrel couldn’t get away fast enough. After everyone calmed down from laughing so hard while Clarice yelled at us, Jimmy piped up and said Guess that squirrel didn’t find the nuts he was looking for.”

A second passed where Dean struggled to control his face. The muscles in his cheeks and around his mouth clenched, but there was a split second where the corner of his lips twitched upwards and the chick let out a victory yell, raising her arms in the air.

“What? No!” Dean protested. “That doesn’t count!”

“It totally does, baby.” Her smile was the brightest thing in this bar, and Sam could see that even with her gloating, Dean still couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Suddenly Sam was even more interested in who this woman was than before. “Face it, Dean. You lost tonight.”

“Did not! It wasn’t a full smile. Right?” He cast his eyes around for anyone to back him up, pausing when he saw Sam right there. Surprise flickered across his face, but Dean didn’t seem to dwell on that. Instead, this bet with the mystery woman was more important than a surprise visit from his little brother. “Sammy! Tell Y/N that that was not a smile. I did not lose!”

“Sammy?” Y/N spun around on her barstool and eyed him. Feeling her gaze on him made him slightly on edge. She was looking at him like she knew more about him than he wanted. “You’re Sam? The Sam who believed in Easter Bunny until you were twelve?”

Sam huffed and glared at Dean. “Yeah. That’s me.”

“Then you know Dean pretty well. Tell me, Sam. That was a smile, right? That totally counts?”

“I, uh, kinda?”

“Kinda doesn’t count!” Dean insisted. “And since that one doesn’t count, that means that you smiled first, so you lost. Pay up, sweetheart.”

Y/N huffed and turned back around to face Dean. “You, Dean Winchester, are a cheater.”

“Whatever gets me that kiss,” he grinned, leaning on his elbows over the counter.

With a delicate eye-roll, Y/N stood up and went up on tip-toes to meet Dean halfway, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Dean wins, he gets a kiss. Y/N wins, she gets free drinks for the night,” Terrance explained to Sam.

After a few more seconds, Y/N pulled away and shook her head fondly at Dean. “You are such a cheater. I totally won.”

“Tell you what, sweetheart. Since Sam’s here, we’ll celebrate. You know what that means?”

A mischievous gleam sparked behind her eyes. “I sure do.” As she turned around to face the rest of the room, she tossed Sam a wink. Hopping up onto the counter, she cupped her hands around her mouth to broadcast her words and yelled, “In honor of the owner’s brother visiting, the next round in on the house!”

A cheer rose up from everyone in the room and Y/N proudly jumped off the counter and smirked at Dean. “Two can play at that game, Dean.”

“Joke’s on you,” he scoffed, clearly trying to cover up. “I was planning on doing that anyway.”

“Sure you were, babe. Sure you were.” She motioned to the shelves of liquor behind Dean. “Now get me that free drink, then I’ll take Terry-Berry out on the dance floor and give you and your dreamy little bro some family time.”

“Terry-Berry?” Sam perked up at this new nickname. Terrance made his ban on cutesy nicknames very clear growing up.

Terrance pointed a finger at Sam warningly. “Don’t. Only Y/N gets to call me that.”

Sam took this new information into account and knew that he would have to keep an eye on Y/N for the rest of his visit. There must be something special about her if Dean was so star struck, and Terrance was getting lax on his rules.

“Enjoy.” Dean winked at the woman he’d just placed a drink in front of and walked back to where Sam and Terrance were seated at the bar, arguing over some nerdy book they both liked. For the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes, Dean cast his eyes around the bar, but he couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Dude, calm down. I’m sure she’ll be here,” Terrance rolled his eyes at his friend’s obvious obsession.

It wasn’t even worth it to pretend like Dean had no idea what he was talking about. “Usually she’s here by now. You sure she didn’t have a date or something?”

“Positive. I live with her, man. If she had plans, she would have called me into her room to play the girlfriend role of helping her pick out what to wear all while she told me all about her date and where they were going and what they were like. She probably just got hung up at work or something.”

Dean huffed and took stock of the bar patrons again. When he first heard that Sam’s old friend was in town, he’d suggested that he come by the bar for free drinks. Sammy might have some weird friends, but Terrance was one that Dean actually liked.

And when Terrance brought his roommate along, well, Dean really didn’t mind at all. Someone’s offhanded comment that Dean and Y/N smiled more than any other person they’d ever met had sparked the competition and now it was a tradition. Every night when they were both at the bar, they tried their damnedest to get the other to smile first, just to prove who could keep a straight face the longest.

It was the best part of Dean’s day.

“You could text her,” Dean mentioned to Terrance. “Just to make sure she’s okay, you know. Good roommate stuff.”

“Why don’t you just text her, Dean?” Sam asked.

Dean made the mistake of not thinking about his answer. He opened himself up to all sorts of teasing from Sam, but he wasn’t too focused on his brother at the moment. “Don’t have her number.”

“Wait. Seriously? You’ve been hardcore flirting with her for weeks and you still don’t have her number?”

Dean shook himself out of his pining for Y/N and narrowed his eyes at his brother. “So what? She doesn’t have my number either.”

Holding his hands up in surrender, Sam shook his head. “Man, I do not understand you two.”

“No one does,” Terrance piped in. “You just learn to let them be.”

The front door opened and, just like magnets, Dean instantly was drawn to the woman walking in. Seeing her made all of his worries seem minimal. Her gaze locked with his from across the room and Dean watched as she started pushing her way through the crowd.

That’s when Dean started to panic. He didn’t have any funny story planned for tonight. How was he gonna make her smile and get that kiss? It had been a long day, meeting with potential investors for a new bar across the state line, and he’d been looking forward to that kiss all day. Sure, the kisses lasted only a few seconds, and sure, there was nothing more than two lips touching, they made every night so much better than he could imagine.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam greeted when she was within hearing distance.

Looking very much like she was on a mission, she just nodded at him before hopping up on the counter. Dean watched in confusion as she swung her legs over and misjudged how far the counter on the other side extended. Her foot caught a glass, sending it shattering on the floor.

Barely sparing it a glance, she mumbled, “I’ll get that later,” before jumping to the floor on the other side of the bar, just in front of Dean.

This was definitely off-script. Other than the few times Y/N had talked Dean into playing pool with her, the bar always stayed between the two of them. But now she was right in front of him looking up at him determinedly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean said slowly, glancing around as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Then her hands were on his face and she pulled his head down until her lips pressed against his. For a moment, Dean didn’t know what to do. Then she moved closer, her body brushed against his, and reality came crashing down onto Dean. Y/N was right there, kissing him like he’d dreamed of for weeks and there wasn’t a pesky counter in the way.

Dean curled his fingers into her waist and pulled her closer, relishing the way her soft curves pressed into his body while his other hand found its way to the back of her head, weaving into her hair. Y/N parted her lips and traced her tongue along the seam of Dean’s lips. Instantly he let her in, giving into his instincts and kissed her like his entire future depended on it.

When she broke the kiss, breathing heavily, Dean didn’t open his eyes for a moment, nor did he let her go. And based on the way her hand was gripping the back of his neck and pressing her forehead to his shoulder, she didn’t mind one bit.

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining,” Dean rushed to clarify.

Y/N eased her head back enough to look up at him with sparkling eyes. “That was a thank you.”

“For what?”

She chuckled and glanced away for a brief moment. “For your stupid monkey story. I had lunch with my ex today and he’s this manipulative asshole. I don’t know why I said yes in the first place. But every time he tried to give me some backhanded compliment, all I could think about was how you told me that the monkey would have liked my hair.”

“Would’ve liked to poop in it,” Dean finished, remembering that night three weeks ago. 

He’d told her about the time he went to the zoo and a monkey tried throwing poop at him. She hadn’t cracked a smile, so he knew that he would have to shock a smile out of her. He lured her in with a compliment—That monkey would have loved your hair—then switched the script—Loved to rub poop in it, that is. The unexpected twist coaxed a surprised laugh out of her, and he’d gotten a kiss that night.

“Yeah. That one. Every time he insulted me then softened the blow with a compliment, I just thought about that monkey story and suddenly every word out of his mouth was just as stupid as a monkey wanting to rub poop in my hair.” Y/N laughed softly and shook her head before looking back up at Dean with soft eyes. “He just wanted to get in my head and lower my confidence. But you just wanted to make me laugh. So thank you.”

Dean grinned, a bright bubble expanding in his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl thank me for telling her that a monkey would love to rub poop in her hair.”

“First time for everything,” Y/N said, popping up on her toes to press another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And you smiled first tonight, so I get free drinks.”

“After you clean up that glass you broke,” Dean said pointedly, still refusing to let her go. After that kiss, he would agree to anything she said, even if it meant losing the bet for one night. Though, he supposed, he’d gotten a much better kiss than any other night that he had won the bet, so it wasn’t like he lost anyway.

She pushed away, and he felt cold without her body against his. After finding a rag, she turned back to him and smiled. “By the way, I’m so gonna win tomorrow too.”

“Lookin’ forward to it, sweetheart.”

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Summary/Request: “could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?” for @rileynicole1967​ <3

Warnings: Profanity, Sexual Assault/harrassment (nothing more than groping, but gross nonetheless), violence

Word Count: ~2.5k

With the towel still wrapped around your body, you use the tail of it to clear a spot on the foggy mirror. Anxious thoughts dance around in your mind to the beat of your insecurities. A hot shower could wash away the blood and dirt from a bout of gruesome hunts, but the exhaustion showcased by the bags under your eyes would need some more touching up.

Staring into the mirror at your near naked form only magnifies your insecurities, making you feel a bit vulnerable for the first time in a long while. It’d been years since you’d gone on a date, and you’re admittedly nervous. You dig through a bag of makeup you’ve unintentionally neglected for a while, and dip your ring finger into the concealer. Dabbing it underneath your eyes, a banging at the door startles you. Your body shakes from the shock, causing you to jab your eye.

Teary eyed, you curse at yourself first, then direct your frustration to the door, “what? You just made me poke my eye, damn it,” you whine.

“Sorry,” Dean shouts with a soft chuckle. “You almost done in there?”

Ignoring him, you hang your towel on the rack and look between the two outfit options you’d laid out. Jeans and a t-shirt would be comfortable, but casual. And while warm enough for a cute dress, you’re not sure you’ve the confidence to pull it off.

Quickly throwing it on, you open the bathroom door. Dean stands on the other side, his robe and towel in one hand, phone in the other. He looks up from the device as you step out, and clicks his tongue as he eyes you.

“It’s all yours,” you sass, keeping your eyes ahead of you as you step around to pass him.

“Y/N/N in a dress?” he says with an incredulous chuckle, “didn’t think I’d ever see the day,” he add sarcastically.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t been doing anything but work, and it’d be beyond stupid to wear on a hunt,” you say softly, glancing down to pull at it’s length. “So it’s kind of lived in the back of my closet for a while.”

“Well it looks great on you,” he smiles.

Shifting your weight, you look at the other outfit clutched in your hands, “thanks,” you say, now strangely satisfied with your choice to step out of your comfort zone. You smile, and Dean notices how, for just a moment, it meets your eyes this time.

Clearing his throat, he holds the door open with the palm of his hand. His head tilts slightly as he takes a step inside, “so I’ll see you at the usual then?”

“No, actually. I’m, uh, going somewhere else tonight.”

His hand slides from the door as he folds his arms, letting it hit his backside. Raising his eyebrows in a slight smirk, he asks, “got a hot date?”

“Yeah, something like that,” you say with a laugh.

He holds his gaze on you for a moment before uncrossing his arms, “well, I won’t wait up then,” he winks.

“Thanks, Dean. I’ll see you later.”

-

How stupid does one have to be to meet someone they barely know at a bar they’ve never been? you think as you walk to the counter. A woman’s giggle catches your ear, and your eyes follow it to a couple sitting at a tall table. Her hand rests on the man’s forearm as she leans toward him comfortably.

No, this is silly, people do this all the time, you reassure yourself. Sitting on a stool, you pull the hem of your dress down to cover more of your legs. The bartender approaches you, her smile welcoming and warm as she asks what you’ll be having.

Wondering at which point is acceptable for ordering your first drink, you glance behind her at the chalkboard menu that rests against a wooden pallet. Would it make you seem impatient to have ordered before your date even arrives? Is it only eager if you were to drink most of it alone, waiting?

The time you planned to meet has only passed by five minutes, so perhaps you’ll give it another five. After all, a drink order could be a talking point for a date, as you’re not so sure what you may have in common with this Paul guy outside of hunting.

“I’m not sure yet,” you say in an almost sheepish whisper. You try to replicate the smile she gave you, but your lips crack a bit. “You know, I’ll actually take a water for now.”

She nods, “sure thing.”

An uneasy feeling surges you as you sip your water, displaying itself in the form of nausea. You focus on the music coming from the jukebox, and in order to settle your nerves, you look around for your date.

Is he a no show? That certainly would be your luck. Not like you’d be missing out on anything, though. You only really agreed to it as he mentioned he’d been on a few hunts with Sam in the past, said they grew to be friends. While Sam had never mentioned a Paul before, you’ve never known him to divulge information about himself or his past much.

A swift, warm breeze brushes your shoulders, pulling you from your thoughts, before a large hand plops onto your knee, squeezing gently. As soon as it lands, a voice follows.

“So good to see you,” Paul says in a huff as he sits in the chair next to you, “sorry I’m late.”

You smile, shifting your eyes down to where his hand still lies on your knee, and back up to him. Placing your hand on top of his, you keep your smile. Curling your thumb under his, you lift his hand to place it back onto his lap.

“That’s okay,” you say before he has a chance to protest your rejection.

“Should we order?” he suggests, clearing his throat. Rubbing his palms against his thighs, he readjusts in the chair, “my treat, all right?” he smiles.

You nod, pivoting in your chair to face the bar and ponder over the choices.

-

At only three drinks in, it becomes glaringly apparent to you how little you have in common with this man. All he can talk about is himself or his accomplishments, and for a hunter, you’re surprised at how incredibly low his tolerance is. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing. You of all people know what a pain it could be to drink with the intention of getting drunk, only to get tipsy on what has turned this man into a blubbering mess.

“Let’s get out of here,” he slurs, scooting himself closer to you. You replay the night in your mind, trying to figure out at what point he got the idea that you were going home with him.

With him on the outside, you feel trapped. The booth squeaks as he pushes himself even closer to you, and when his hand drops onto your knee again, you squeak as well. He squeezes, and one side of his lips turn into a smile, but his eyes are dark.

He leans into you as his hand slides up your thigh. You keep your eyes shut in fear of what’s to come, and nervously squeak again, feeling your body tense under his touch. He either takes it as consent, or doesn’t care, as his hand glides up further. His fingers play with the band of your underwear, as his other finds your cheek. Time slows as his lips move closer to yours.

You don’t want this, so why are you frozen? Why isn’t your body responding to your pleas to push him away? You take down things much stronger and much scarier than him with no hesitation, so why the hesitation now?

“No,” is all you can manage to make out, but even to you, it’s quiet. Your head moves away from him, instantly giving him access to your neck. Did he not hear you?

The nausea you were feeling earlier returns as his heavy, alcohol fueled breath hits your ear. Placing your hands onto his chest, you intend to push him away, but he pulls his hand from under your dress to wrap them around your wrists.

“Let me go,” you say shakily, your face almost pushed against the booth as you strain your neck to keep away from him.

“Come on,” he whines. His lips pressing against your neck sends chills down your spine. “You want this as bad as I do,” he snarls, hands tightening around your wrists as he pulls them into his lap. He pulls you closer, taking in a deep breath, “I can feel it.”

“Let go,” you say again, louder this time, realizing that tears are slipping down your cheeks.

“You heard her, dirtbag,” a deep voice growls, and you relax at the familiar sound. Paul moves enough to allow you the room to see Dean standing by  the table. “Let her go,” he says through clenched teeth.

His sleeves are rolled to the top of his forearms. He stands with his legs shoulder width apart, hands resting by his thighs. Dean’s fingers wiggle, and on his face is a frown he often reserves for the worst of monsters.

Paul releases his grip on your hands, and you immediately scoot away from him to exit from the other side of the booth, standing behind Dean.

“Let’s just go, please,” you plead with him, wanting nothing more than to go back to the bunker and hide under your covers for the foreseeable future.

“No,” he says, narrowing his eyes at your date. “This guys gotta learn what happens when he puts hands on a woman,” he says, pushing his sleeves over his elbows.

Paul stands from the booth, a laugh shaking in his chest.

“Okay, tough guy,” he mocks, holding his palms up. In a laugh, he holds one arm in your direction, “she clearly wants it. Just look at what she’s wearing!”

The cracking sound that comes from Paul’s nose as soon as Dean’s fist hits him makes you cringe. Without giving a second in between, Dean throws another punch at him, not even flinching when Paul’s blood covers his knuckles.

Paul drops back into the booth, laughing. The few people in the bar gasp at the outburst, and a small crowd begins to form. He stands again, wiping the blood and snot from his nose before forming fists with his hands.

“Well, come on then. Defend your bitch’s honor,” he chuckles, lunging forward to swing at Dean. Dean leans quickly, missing the punch by a long shot.

“Dean, let’s just go,” you beg, knowing how he can get. You look around at the crowd, a couple of people stand with their hands covering their mouths, and the bartender watches on with a phone to her ear. “We have to go,” you say a bit too quiet.

Dean grunts as he throws a final punch at the guy, following it up with a blow to his stomach. Quickly, he turns and takes you under his other arm, and the two of you head for the exit, ignoring everyone’s calls to wait for the police.

He opens the passenger door of the Impala, and waits for you to sit before shutting the door, rushing to the other side. Sitting, he turns his attention to you.

“You’re not hurt or anything, are you? Christ, I’m so sorry that happened, that I wasn’t there sooner-” he starts.

The wail of the distant sirens takes the forefront of your mind. The last thing you need now is Dean getting arrested for a bar fight, so you shake your head, “I’m fine, Dean. Get a move on, will you?” you say holding a finger in the air to gesture at the sound.

-

The drive back to the bunker is mostly quiet as you process what had just taken place. Silent, uncontrollable tears slip down your cheeks. The kind that, once started, would be difficult to stop.

Dean pulls the Impala into the garage, allowing a moment of silence after turning off the engine. He turns to see you covering your face with your hands, your shoulders shaking gently. He scoots a tad closer, being careful in his movements as he puts his arm over your shoulders.

Your head turns into his chest, and when he wraps his other arm around you, pulling you into him, you start to relax. He plays with your hair, massaging your neck and when you find yourself coming back to normal, it dawns on you that you never told him where you’d be going.

“How did you know where to find me?” you ask. His hand stops, almost tensing at the question, and he lets out a sigh.“You followed me, didn’t you?” you say in a chuckle.

He laughs, “no, uh, Sam mentioned you were going out with that Paul guy, and from what I remembered of him, he’s a real jerk. So I pulled up your location to make sure,” he says. “I didn’t want to be right, because I wanted you to have a good time.”

For a while, you’re not sure what to say as the events of the night replay in your mind. You feel a slight jab in your thigh, and turn your attention to the newly forming bruise there, in the shape of fingers. You groan looking at it, but turn to Dean with a forced smile, “well, thanks for saving me.”

The words feel and sound weird coming out of your mouth. You’ve never known yourself to be the kind of woman to thank a man for essentially stalking you, and fighting in your honor. But this is Dean, the man who’d been there for you through everything the past few years. He was one of the good ones, someone you could trust with your life. 

“You know, I realized tonight, seeing you with him, that the thought of you being with someone else makes me sick,” he whispers. “Not that it’s my decision to make,” he nervously back pedals, “I just mean to say that I want to make you smile every day, the way you did when I complimented your dress,” he says. 

His hand moves from your hair, and curls on your cheek as he caresses it. Your eyes close involuntarily at his touch, making you feel comfortable even among the butterflies. His fingers tickle you as they move across your cheek gently, and when you open your eyes the atmosphere has changed. It’s like you’re seeing Dean for the first time. No longer is he just your best friend, but someone you could see yourself having a future with.

“What are you saying, Dean?” you playfully taunt, allowing your head to relax in his hands.

He brings his other hand to your face, slipping his fingers around your cheek and ear, “I think you know what I’m saying,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to your lips for half a second before meeting back with yours. “And I think you feel the same way, but if you want me to say it,” he says, bringing his lips closer, “I like you, Y/N, and I-”

Before you could stop yourself, you cut him off with a kiss. His lips react instantly to yours, as if he could read your mind and knew your next move. His hand glides to your back, pulling you closer to him to deepen the kiss, being mindful of your boundaries.

You pull away, and with his lips still inches away from yours, you smile. “I do feel the same way,” you say before leaning in for another kiss.

~~~~~

A/N: Tumblr deleted this like 3 times and I had to start over, ugh. I’m hoping to have more out soon. <3 Thanks to everyone sticking around even after I haven’t uploaded in a while. Things have been crazy. Don’t have internet, and have been working like crazy. I’m in the process of and trying to leave an abusive relationship which has taken up like 100% of me and my time, and left me with no desire to write. I’ve been so depressed it’s felt like nothing more than a chore, but here’s to a new, better me when he’s gone. LOVE YOU ALL!

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Can you do a deanxreader songfic to it’s my party by Lesley gore where it’s the readers birthday and dean flirts with the bartender so then the reader notices and goes to the bunker and gets drunk there can it be flangst

Word Count:982 

Warnings: angst, cursing

a/n: sorry this took me so long I hope you enjoy.

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Sam, Dean and I were all going out to a bar to celebrate my birthday. I got ready putting on a nice black dress and a pair of heels. Nothing too fancy but just enough to feel special. I did some light makeup and did my hair before heading out to meet the boys. 

"Wow, (y/n), you look amazing!" Sam said nudging Dean to get his attention. I watched Dean's eyes slide down my body before he looked away and grabbed his keys.

"Ok, let's go. Sammy, you're in front."Sam and I looked at each other, I just shrugged at him and hoped he wasn't picking up on the stress I was starting to feel about this night. 

Climbing into the backseat felt weird. I hadn't sat back here sense before Dean and I had started flirting. It was no secret that we liked each other, or well used to apparently. 

I tried to wipe these thoughts from my mind when we showed up st the bar. I walked in behind Sam and Dean keeping an eye out for a booth for the three of us. I spotted one near the back and pointed it out to Sam who nudged Dean. Sam and I headed over to the booth while dean when up to the bar to order drinks. I sat across from sam with my back towards the bar. 

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked sam trying not to sound too heartbroken. 

"No! No, (y/n), you didn't do anything wrong dean is just... well I don't know what he's doing but it's not your fault" 

"What are you two talking about?" Dean asked setting the beer down and sitting next to Sam. I slid one of the beers closer to me and used the cold of the bottle to calm down. 

"Just what the plan was for tonight," I spoke before taking a drink of my beer and glancing around the bar. I watched the groups around the bar for a little before slipping back into the conversation between sam and dean.

“We were thinking we could hang out here for a while have a few beers eat some shitty bar food and then go home to get actually drunk and just hang out,” Sam explained to Dean who was watching the bartender from across the bar. 

“Whatever, I'm going to get another beer,” dean got up and walked to the bar I watched sam check deans beer noticing that it was still half full. I looked at him with raised eyebrows before turning to watch dean walk to the bar. The bartender seemed pleased to have deans attention and leaned across the bar towards him, placing her hand on his arm. I watched the two of them flirt for a while before Sam pulled me from my thoughts. 

“(y/n),” he started 

“I’m fine sam” I cut him off “ I'm going home you guys have fun,” 

“(y/n), stay it's your party. Just ignore dean he's being a dick.”

“Yeah well… like you said sam it's my party so I'll cry if I want to” sam rolled his eyes at me as I chugged the rest of my beer and walked out of the bar. Walking back to the bunker was not the best plan. It was almost three miles and I was in heels but I've done worse and I had my anger and heartbreak to keep me warm before got home. 

I was about halfway home when I heard the familiar roar of the impala. I kept my head down and kept walking hoping dean would just leave me alone. 

“(Y/n), please get in the car I’ll take you home,”

“Wow, I didn't know we were talking now” I kept my eyes on the road in front of me knowing that if I looked at dean I would cave. 

“Come on, please. Let me take you home so I can explain it's not safe to walk home,”

“Did Sam tell you to come and say that?” I asked still refusing to look at him.

“No. you're wearing all black and you're walking on the side of the road in the dark your going to get hit by a car.” I stopped walking and looked over at him before rolling my eyes and getting in the car. 

“I’m still pissed, Winchester. Just take me home.” dean sighed but drove in the direction of the bunker. I was out of the car before he even full stopped the car. I hadn't even made it out of the kitchen before dean came chasing after me. 

“Can I just explain?” I kicked off my heels and leaned again the counter waiting for him to continue. “I just… look ok it's not safe for us to be together.” I rolled my eyes with a scoff and walked away. “Wait, (Y/N), I'm serious it's not safe.”

“Hunting is never safe you ass!” I yelled from down the hall. “ so what dean whats the plan you push me away and I stop hunting?” I continued turning to look at him.

“I just… I don't want you to get hurt.”

“You’re stupid. I’m a hunter, dean, odds are I'm going to get hurt eventually.” I stepped closer to him lowering my voice a little. “The only thing you can control is if you're going to hurt me, dean. Tonight you did just that. You hurt me. Not a monster or an angel or whatever. You.” dean looked down at the ground before stepping closer to me. 

“I just, I don't want you to get hurt.”

“That's not up to you.” he nodded at the ground before looking back up at me. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“I know,” I spoke before pulling him in for a brief kiss. “You’re still stupid you know?” I said once I pulled away. 

“Yeah I know, princess.”

[jay-and-dean]

Je ne te mérite pas (I don’t deserve you) Chapter 5.

DeanxReader

Serie MASTERLIST

Warnings : Smut, swearing, Fluff, Smangst, Dean being jealous, drunken Dean and unprotected sex (you are smarter than this).

Future warnings : Smut, Fluff, Angst, Violence.

Words : 5k (I got carried away again sorry…)

Chapter summary : The heart has its reasons that Reason know nothing of. And Dean is experimenting this...

Serie Summary : Dean and her can’t be together.If you ask Dean, he would list so many reasons : Her age, first. Not like she was a kid anymore, but he remerbers picking her from highschool not so long ago. Then Jody, damn, the girl is like a daughter to her, what kind of friend would he be ? He’d talk about her boyfriend and how he’s the opposite of himself. Of course he would expose how poisonous he is, how dangerous it is to be around him. He’d say he want to keep her away from nightmares… And he would conclude with certainly that she just won’t ever love him, why would she ?

If you ask her, she just might whisper with a heartbreack in her voice : “I don’t deserve Dean Winchester”.What if they where wrong ?

Note : It is my first time writting in english, so, forgive the errors.

Dean's Pov

Her name is Carla and she's beautiful. I slip a hand through her hair and moan exaggeratedly, she knows what she's doing. She takes me deeper in her mouth and a sudden flash of Y/n drags me away from my own body for the third time tonight.

"Shit" I say, feeling my chest tense and my cock go slightly soft again.

"You okay Dean ?" Carla says.

"Yes, yes... I'm sorry sweetheart I've got a lot on my mind."

She stops and comes next to me, sitting on the bed. I wince and sight but my arousal fades way too easily.

"Okay Dean, what is it ?" she asks.

Carla is the only girl I never really dated with whom I slept several times. She's a beautiful, strong, independent woman. I don't know her age precisely but I'd say she's around forty. She's the bartender of the bar I like the most, less than one hour drive away from the bunker. She thinks I'm an outlaw, selling drug or robbing banks I don't know, I never contradicted her ; and she thinks I'm hot, a better lover than her kind but boring, father-of-the-year but cheating husband... So we sometimes have sex.

"Nothing" I say, getting up naked, taking a beer from the table.

"Is there a girl ?" she asks smiling, staring hungrily at me.

She's smart, and I need to talk. Carla is the only person I know that Sam and Y/n will never meet, she's my inner sanctum.

"Yes there is a girl" I sight and she sits up, an exited smile on her face.

"Dean is in love !"

"I'm not. I'm not in love, just..." I rub my eyes and take my boxers from the chair.

"No of course you're not, you just can't think of anything else even when you're getting an amazing blowjob." She looks at me, defiance in her eyes.

"It was amazing indeed" I smile back kindly.

"But you can't think of anything else..."

"I can't" I admit, defeated.

"Have sex with her" she advises. "Break the spell".

"Already have... Several times." I sight.

"You're screwed then" she laughs. "You love her."

"No... I don't. That's not how it works."

"It is" she says. "Have you ever been in love ?" she asks and I think hard.

I’m pretty sure I have... Cassie was the first girl I thought I was in love with, but I recovered from her quicker than I thought and it seems so distant now. Lisa was the woman I thought I will love all my life, but I was a mess with her, I even grew secretly angry at her for showing me I was unhappy living the life I dreamed for so long, the life that was supposed to fix everything, this one stung. Amara doesn't really count...

Fuck. She may be right, I never felt that.

"Of course" I bluff.

"Tell her" she says, taking me in her arms while I sit on the bed next to her.

"I can't. I won't."

I realize I didn't deny loving her this time and my heart falls in my stomach.

"Why ?"

"I shouldn't even think of her or look at her the way I do..."

She kisses my neck and giggles.

"Wow you sound really in love !" she teases me.

What if she is right ? What if I fall in love with Y/n, in love for real. I was sure I would be able to hold back any feelings of mine, yet I keep touching her and kissing her... That can't be. I have to forget Y/n now.

I turn around and start kissing Carla, touching her. Taking a condom from her pocket, I whisper in her ear :

"I'm gonna do what I came to do. I'm gonna fuck you sweetheart. Y/n or not"

"And yet" she pants when I slip my fingers inside her. "That's her name you're saying, and you'll keep thinking of her when inside me...".

Carla was right. She was right about everything.

I am in love with Y/n.

And I did think of her every second I spent inside Carla.

I had sex two times and drank the all bar, yet I still want Y/n, in my life, in my arms, and in my bed... Shit I don't know if I drank too much or not enough.

Now I stubble out of Baby and there is only one think I can think of : see her.

Since the last time she let me touch her, she went to Jody's for two day to help her with a hunt, declining our help because I had been "badly hurt" ; then she visited Sasha on her way back, staying only one night before coming home. For the last four days, I watch her, craving, as she acts like nothing happened between us.

I almost fall on the stairs and laugh at myself. I reach the War room and take a glass, in my current state, I decided if I still think of her it's because I'm not drunk enough...

Your Pov

So Dean's home. You hear him stubble in the War room and you hear the whiskey bottle hit the table pretty hard.

5 am.

5 fucking am.

You hate it when he's not home, when he goes out alone. You hate it because you miss him, because you are worried, and because, well, you can't stop imagining his perfect moans in the ear of a...

Don't be like that Y/n, Dean doesn't belong to you. And you don't deserve him.

You get up and go toward the noise, shivering at the contact of the tiles on your bare feet. There he is, and he looks drunk, like you never seen him. His eyes are a little unfocused and he stands leaning on the table with the hand that's not carrying a full glass of whiskey. His car keys are on the table.

"Dean ? Did you drive home ?" you say to his back.

"And of course she's here…" he mumbles harshly, sending your heart to the ground.

"Excuse me..." you say staring to turn back to join your room before he finishes you off with a word.

He turns quicker and stand before you, so tall and so handsome as always, but he seems angry, his look stern, pupils blown. You shiver and hang your head, impressed by him, angry at him for making you feel all that, afraid of him a little, because he can destroy you with a mean word.

"Why aren't you sleeping ?" he asks. "Go to bed, Y/n, it's late".

"I'm not a kid" you're own irritated tone surprises you.

He sighs and comes closer. You can smell the perfume of a woman everywhere on him, and see makeup stain on his shirt. You could puke right now.

"You should go to bed" he says like it was a threat.

"Or what ?"

Your blood is boiling and you clench your fists, for the first time in your life, you want to hurt him, to hit him, to slap Dean Winchester. You don't know what makes you furious the most, but it could be that smell on him or the mean thing he just imply when you enter the room. Why does it have to be so painful to be in love with him ? Why can't it just stop ?

He doesn't answer and it makes you even more angry. You look at his incredibly green eyes and try to find answers to questions you can't figure out.

"What do you want Y/n ?" his husky voice challenges you. "What are you trying to do ?"

"I'm not doing anything Dean..."

"Oh sweetheart you are. Sneaking beside me in the middle of the night, half naked, pushing me when I'm drunk..."

"I'm not sneaking, I'm not half naked..." you mumble suddenly feeling like a bird before an hungry lion.

"You are..." he says coming closer, running his hand along your tight, stroking the rim of your panties on your ass, under the large flannel.

"Don't touch me Dean, I don't want to get STD" you grumble.

He take a step back and look at you with what could be rage and talk through his teeth :

"Then go to bed".

You half run to your bedroom, tears filling your eyes. You hear him mumble and drink, you seat on your bed, hanging onto his every movements. When you hear him come near your room, you feel this odd mix of rage and eagerness. He knocks.

"Y/n..."

You get up and open the door, his lips instantly crashing on yours. Surprised, you take a step back, he follows you, keeping his lips on yours and closes the door behind him.

"You smell like a whore" that slips through your lips and he looks at you in the eye, coming even closer, taking you by the waist.

"She's not, she is a nice person" he dares saying, his breath smelling whiskey.

"Why are you here in that case ?" you ask with scorn.

"She's not enough..." he says kissing your neck.

You push him away.

"Do you hear yourself talking ? Dean !"

He takes you closer and bites your neck.

"It's your fault Babygirl. I thought of you all the time I was fucking her" He pants, licking and biting your throat.

You hate him for what he's saying and it's hurts like hell to think of him fucking that girl just a few hours ago, but he's saying he needs you. This time you know exactly what he desires. You're torn. Your heart feels like he could make you die any moment.

"That smell is gross... Did you at least wash ? You really think I'm..."

But you can't talk anymore because he just ripped your flannel open, bending to kiss your breasts.

"I washed a little, but... Please... Let me have you Baby." He says kissing your chest frantically. "I don't deserve it but I need it so bad..."

He nibbles at your tits moaning. You slide your hand through his soft hair and let your head fall back. He's letting go. Like you always wish he would, no restraint. His hands are scratching your sides and he falls on his knees.

"Please, I need it" he begs.

Dean Winchester, on his knees, begging you to let him take you. You begged him in your head so many times, daydreaming about kissing his neck, his hands, anything. Your head is dizzy and you close your eyes for a second, feeling him caress your ass and kiss your stomach. You can't say yes, he's drunk and he just had sex with another woman, this is wrong...

"Dean..."

He gets up and kisses you again. This time, you allow him access to your mouth and let his tongue... A idea terrifies you : Gross! You break the kiss and take his hands of off you.

"Gross... Did you ?" You can't finish your sentence because it makes you want to puke.

"I didn't go down on her" he says simply, understanding, and you want to punch him for making you hear those words.

But he kisses you again, and starts to open his belt. When he lifts you up, you wrap your legs around him. He pushes you against the door and kisses your throat moaning. His crotch dancing against yours.

"Ah fuck ! Y/n... Fuck... I need..." his voice is music to your ears, you can hear his want, you can feel his need. You loved him for so long, you never thought you'd hear those heavenly sounds.

You should ask him to stop, even really drunk he wouldn't insist, Dean is not that kind of person. You should tell him to go to bed and leave you alone because he still smells like that other woman you hate despite not knowing her. You should tell him this is so wrong.

"Dean..." is all you manage to say.

Then you feel his finger slip under you panties, exploring you, caressing you until you start to shake, you haven't come yet but you can feel you're soaking his hand. He's still nibbling at your neck.

"Do you feel what you do to me, witch ?" he presses his erection against you once more.

You moan and he bites your lower lips while your mouth is open, then you feel him push your panties to the side.

"Y/n... "

You put your hand on your pussy to prevent him from entering you, and he understands :

"Condom, Baby, I always..."

How can he say that, never using it with you. Fuck that man !

"She is everywhere on you" you almost sob between the moans he steals with kisses and caresses.

"No, you are everywhere..." he whispers in your ears as he enters you.

He's drunk. You can feel it by his smell and the imprecision of his movements, especially his hands, by the directness of his words... but this is still amazing.

He pushes inside you slow two or three times and then his thrusts become sharp, then very sharp, making you gasp.

"Touch me Y/n..." he says panting and groaning in the same time, thrusting forcefully inside you, making you see stars.

With is words you realize you aren't touching him, you are always hungry for his skin, but this time you let your arms on his shoulders.

"I need you so bad..." he is whimpering now, his hips bashing your ass against the door.

You lift one of your hand and take his cheek in it, kissing his lips like you can.

"I need you" he repeats like his life depends on you kissing him.

And without any warning, your orgasm spreads inside you brutally. This time you let out a scream, and Dean immediately puts his hand callously on your mouth to keep you from waking Sam or Jack. Your orgasm triggers his, his manly hoarse voice groaning in your ear while he's filling you up.

"I..." he talks out of breath. "I want you more".

Without leaving your body he carries you toward the bed, laying you there under him. He is softening inside you and finally withdraws, letting his cum run on your ass cheeks. Your flannel is ruined, open wide, buttons on the floor, steams ripped ; you still wear your panties. And on top of you, Dean is still fully clothed, lazily kissing your chest.

"I want you again" he mumbles dozing.

"You need to sleep Dean..." you chuckle stroking his wet hair.

"I'll sleep only right after I made you come once more" he says right before falling asleep.

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Your phone lights up and you realize your legs and back are really sore. Dean is still on top of you, sound asleep, snoring slightly. The zipper of his jacket is hurting your hip and is weight is killing you. You have to move...

And yet you could suffer a little more just to keep him here with you, his beautiful head on your chest, because you know waking him up will break the spell, make him run away. Your parted thighs are so numb and you can't move them at all.

"Dean..." you whisper touching his face gently.

He stops to snore but doesn't move.

"Dean... you're crushing me"

He opens his eyes, and you can see he has a hard time putting his thoughts in place, he doesn't move for a second and finally, he grunts and gets up laboriously, rubbing his eyes.

You shut your legs in a held groan and try to move your back. He looks down and puts his dick back in his pants with a sigh.

"Sorry" he grumbles between his teeth.

He gets up, looks at you, and gives you a hand, helping you. You get mentally ready to see him disappear through the door, biting your cheek to take the pain.

But he comes closer and closes your ripped flannel. Then he takes you in his arms and you relax utterly, his hand rubbing your sore back.

"I'm sorry" he says low.

"It's okay Dean, you were just crushing me a little..."

"For all of it" he says and you feel your heart sink.

"Don't say that, Dean."

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You look at yourself in the mirror, your headphone screaming in your ears.

It's been a week and that tiny bruise you had on your lower back is fading. It was your favorite, this little bruise, witness of your last night with Dean. Drunk, dirty, but still your Dean, his hand and his mouth and him inside of you...

Your finger brush the purple and yellow mark and you sigh. Sasha is waiting for you, you're going to be late. You have to tell him tonight, that Dean is the man you love, that you live with him. This lie is a bad one, Sasha deserves to know.

He wants to have a drink ; when you come home with him, you'll tell him. You have to, you don't want him to touch you anyway. Nothing compares to Dean, there is only Dean and if he doesn't touch you again, so be it.

Dean's Pov

It's wrong, I know it's wrong. Fucked up even. Sick.

This girl is making me loose my damn mind. I can't sleep without dreaming of her, I can't have sex with another woman...

I'm in love with her.

Badly.

So I traced her phone signal, and I know where Sasha lives... I found a case there. A false case : I'm pretty sure this suicide was indeed a suicide, but I manage to convince Sammy, he trusts me, when I say there is a case, he doesn't doubt it ; the problem is that he came with me.

So here we are, sitting silent in the impala. He's staring at his phone and I'm having a stomachache with anticipation. This is wrong. Y/n never told us where Sasha lives, she's so secret about him, my plan is to fake chance while walking on the bar where Y/n seems to be. There is a risk she doesn't believe me, there is a risk Sam doesn't believe I choose this bar by chance, and then he's going to realize there is no case...

Never mind, I'll deal with all of it later. I just need to see him, talk to him. The guy she comes back to every time, the guy she says she doesn't love but who gets to have her since high school. Her first maybe. The guy they call her boyfriend. I need to see her with him. Maybe it will help me stay away, maybe she lied to me and love him. I'm so lost.

I need to see them, together. And to get over with this unwelcome love.

I park the car and my hands are shaking a little. Sam sighs, he always does when I suggest we drink a beer or two ; and I always do anyway.

I push the door open and the warm of the lightning and music doesn't comfort me. People are drinking and laughing, playing pool. I look around I try not to look for her ostensibly. Sam and I seat at the bar and then I see her...

She is facing me on her seat but haven't see us yet, there is four people at her table, a girl is sitting next to her, and I can't see the two guys facing them. She seems faraway, eyes in the bottom of her glass, no smile on her face, that stern look I haven't seen on her features for a while.

"Y/n is here, Dean !" Sam says really surprised.

"What ?" I ask, trying to figure out what to say.

"Oh, she's going to kill us" he half laugh.

At this moment she lifts her eyes and see us, her face burn red and her eyes widen. I see her lips say excuse me, and she walks toward us. I want to kiss her.

"What is it guys ?" she asks worried.

"Nothing" Sam says. "We choose this bar for no reason ! We are hunting in this town. I can't believe this..."

She looks at me with black cold eyes and I just shrug. While she asks Sam about the case, I see the guys she was with turn around, one of them seem have Indian origins, the other one seems suddenly worried and gets up.

He is very handsome... Black perfectly curled hair, tan skin, black eyes with long and thick lashes, the kind that make people look like they were wearing makeup. He is as tall as me, but looks way more muscular. He comes toward us and puts his hand possessively around Y/n's waist. She shudders silently and bites her lip.

"Is there something wrong ?" He asks looking me in the eyes. "Hunt ?" He whispers.

"No... yes." She rubs her eyes. "Sasha, this is Sam and Dean, guys, this is Sasha".

We shake hands and he keeps looking at me like he knew. Fuck maybe he knows.

"Your eyes are so green Dean, it goes perfectly with your freckles" he says and I clench my fist, ready to fight, not even knowing what he fucking means.

"Sash..." Y/n says, hanging her head.

"Don't you think Y/n ?" he asks, looking her in the eyes. "This is an incredible coincidence... How old are you ?"

I don't know what it means but Y/n seems to be uneasy and weary. Sam looks at me with a strange look. Sasha waits for an answer, but she sighs.

"Do you know how else looks exactly like that ?" He asks me.

But Y/n turns around and pushes him icily.

"Stop that now" she says.

"So I'm right" he declares. "Why did you lie to me ?"

"Go home, please" she says. "I'll join you."

"No way" he says. "Not now that I can have answers."

"Please" she begs, eyes suddenly full of tears. "Please don't..."

My heart aches seeing her like that. I want to take her in my arms. What did she tell him ? What does she fear ? All my instincts are screaming at me but I stay still. And she abruptly takes him by the arm, leading them outside.

"Do you know what is happening Dean ?" asks Sam.

"No." I answer sincerely.

Your Pov

Your heart is beating like crazy. The air is cold outside, and you feel a tear run on your cheek. You dry it with your fingers quickly.

"It is him !" Sasha says. "Look at you it makes you cry ! I've never seen you cry, and I’m your oldest friend  !"

You don't know what to say so you say nothing.

"You lied to me. You told me the guys you were living with... you... you told me it wasn't him. But it is..." tears fill his eyes. "The only thing you agreed to tell me about this mysterious perfect love of yours was how green his eyes were, how cute his freckles..." he sighs. "Did you sleep with him ?"

You hang your head.

"Please don't tell him" you beg low. "It would ruin my life..."

"Just answer, I won't ruin your life, you know I love you." He says stern.

"I did..."

Before you can finish your sentence, Sasha storms inside the bar, you follow him panicked.

He walks quickly toward Dean and punches him in the face. Before Dean can hit him back you run between them and scream :

"Sasha ! PLEASE !"

Dean looks at you, at your eyes filled with burning tears and he doesn't move.

"You don't even know how precious she is..." he says to Dean, his friends joining him worried.

And he leaves.

Dean's Pov

Everything is silent, except Baby's engine. She seems asleep in the back. But I know she's faking to avoid talking to us, she wouldn't just fall asleep after that, I know her.

"We need to talk, Dean" Sam says.

"I know. Just, not now."

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She went directly in her room, not saying a single word to any of us, not even answering when Jack asked her how come she was home. When I came to her door, trying to figure out how to apologize, I heard her cry.

It broke my heart.

I couldn't sleep at all. Trying to understand what happened. I knew sleeping with her was a bad idea, each time. I knew needing to see Sasha would make her furious. I didn't see that pain coming. He knows I had sex with her, he doesn't know I love her, nobody does. She told me it was how their relationship worked, so why did it surprised him so much ? He loves her, I would have gone crazy myself... Why did he talk about my eyes and shit ?

I stare at the ceiling. Then I hear her talk, calmly. I can't perceive what she says, but I guess she's talking to him. I would have called her too, hell, I wouldn't have gone without her.

This is not about you Dean. You ruined everything. A usual.  

Morning comes and I hear Sam walking pass my room, then nothing. For hours. I can't move, I feel weak and craven.

When I get up, needing to pee and drink coffee, I find a note on the table.

“I won't be here today, I took Jack with me. You have to talk to her, fix whatever you did. Then we need to talk, or I will call Jody. Sam”

I crumple the paper in my hand and make a coffee, then put it in two mugs, heading for her bedroom with my heart on my stomach.

"Y/n ? Can I come in ?" I try.

"Of course..."

"I made you coffee" I say, handing her the mug.

She just came out of the shower, her hair wet and her shoulders red from the really hot water, as she likes it. Her eyes are still red from crying so much. She's wearing a tank top and jeans. She's beautiful.

"Y/n..."

"How is your face ?" she cuts me.

"I'm okay, just a bruise".

"I'm sorry." She says.

"No, Y/n, I am sorry..."

She doesn't talk so I come next to her and sit on the bed. She doesn't look at me. I want to put my hand on her, for comfort, but I think I shouldn't touch her right now.

"He knows... about… you know. ?" I dare to ask.

"Yes" she sighs.

"I shouldn't hav..."

"No it's my fault" she cuts me again. "The deal was I never lie to him. And I lied."

I don't know what to say. She looks at me and smile, a sad, beautiful smile.

"I hoped it would at least make things clear between us. But he still wants to be with me. Why is everything so complicated..." she continues.

He still wants her. That makes me internally panic. It's stupid, I'm not going to be her boyfriend anyway, I should be relieved to hear her perfect boyfriend won't leave her because of me. But I've seen him now, and it makes the idea of her kissing him even more unbearable, the rest is worst even...

"Everything is complicated" I tell her.

"No... not everything" she says and she leans to me.

I'm taken by surprise as she kisses my lips.

Why ?

I want to kiss her so bad I forget all the questions, and I allow her to kiss me deeper. She takes my face in her hands and kisses me like she liked me. Hell, if I close my eyes, I could pretend she loved me. I want to kiss her everywhere, so I do.

My hands travel from her shoulders to the back of her head, and I start tasting her neck, and her collarbones. She moans shyly. I love her voice, I love her moans, I love her so much. I can't tell her that, but I want to show her. I take her tank top off and she tries to get rid of my t-shirt so I help her. I toss her bra to the side and lay her gently on the bed. Her stomach shivers and I can see the beating of her heart making her breasts move. My hand roam her body like they had been starving, I kiss her chest and take her nipple between my lips. Her hands come to my hair and I can feel her nails scratching my scalp.

"Dean..."

My name has never felt so right. I love her, God, I love her so much. I want her to say my name again, to moan my name. I want her to feel what this boy could never make her feel...

I kiss every inch of skin I can reach, and open her jeans taking it down while kissing her thighs, her knees, her calves, this scar she told me about. Then I come back to her face and kiss her, she wraps her legs around me and takes my face in her hands again. Everything she does is beyond my dreams, we are natural, we are like dancers that have learned together. This feels like making love. This is what I do.

I go down again, taking her panties down. And I kneel on the floor, between her legs. She tries to squeeze them together, shy.

"Let me baby..." I say kissing her thighs, and taking big gentle bites.

"Dean..." she begs. "Come here, I want to feel you."

"Oh you're gonna feel me..."

And I kiss her folds. She jumps a little and squeezes her thighs against my head again. So I wrap them with my arms and kiss her again, and again... And I start to lick between her folds gently.

"Dean... Dean..." she begs, arching her back.

Every time she says my name is a victory. My tongue explore her and my cock becomes harder and harder. I didn't know I could be so hard, it hurts like a bitch. I release one of her leg to open my jeans before it explodes, and use that hand to open her to me hand I start really eating her out. With passion, like it was her mouth I was kissing, like I was saying I love you with my tongue, like my life depended on her pussy. And I feel like it is true.

"Dean, oh God..." she moans, and I look at her flushed face and neck.

She's beautiful wriggling under me, begging silently, her mouth telling prayers I can't hear, her hands grabbing the sheets with force, sweat breaking through her soft skin.

I moan against her and it makes her jump. I can feel her pussy clenching, her breath whistling slightly, she's close already.

I can't take it anymore and slip a hand on my pants, stroking myself before I go mad. I moan. My mouth close for a second, unable to focus on what I was just doing.

"Fuck, baby..." I almost cry.

And she wails, landing one of her hand on my head. I manage to keeping touching myself and eating her out in the same time. She's delicious, her arousal his soaking me and I want more and more.

"Dean, I need to... Anh !... I need to feel you inside me... please… Baby please..." she whines, almost making me come instantly.

She called me baby, I could die now. I slip a finger inside her, then another and she cries and comes.

Just like that she comes screaming my name in silence, her body shaking, her hand coming to my face, trying to push me away and keep me close in the same time.

This is way too much and I cum in my hand, panting and sweating.

I love her.

I love her so fucking much.

Feedback is soooo appreciated ;)

[nykole5]

Damn you, Dean Winchester!

A/N : Hi guys, so this is my third trying to do a imagine with Dean, hope you guys like it. And bare in minds that English is not my first language.

Summary : Reader can't bear to see Dean flirting with others so she decide to make him jealous.  

Pairing:  DeanxReader

Warnings : Angst..I think.. 

Wordcount : 2074

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Being in love with Dean Winchester wasn’t easy. You knew the big brother was demaged, you knew he hated himself sometimes, you understood that every one has his demons, even ou, after five years of dealing with the death of your parents, you couldn’t sleep well at nighet, and you kept dreaming about their bloody bodies, how your mother’s eyes were empty, no spark, no more life in them. You couldn’t remember the exact moment you fell in love with Dean, but you could remember that unfortunate day when he saved you. 

He was like a prince on a shining horse, except that he was driving a 1967 impala, you were in this hunt and you thought it was just about this werewolf , bad thought, it was indeed one that killed in town, but it was part of one pack and that pack was fuming furious that a hunter was disturbing their peace, and you nearly got killed that night, then BAM! Dean and Same came through the damn door and literally kill those monsters, maybe that was the day you fell for him, or maybe that night after you both took down a nest of vampires and you got hurt by some vamp, your lip was split and had some scratches on your ace, but Dean took care of you so gently, you didn’t believe it was the same man.

Dean was a very handsome man, a cruel and good hunter, it was everything you could wish for in a man, and still you were stuck in the friend zone, and you didn’t know how to get out.

***

“That’s it! I’m soo DONE!”  You said to Sam getting up from the table you three had in a bar. 

Dean was shamelessly flirting with the bartenteder, you didn’t know how he couldn’t see you! How he didn’t picked on the little clues you gave him every single day, for months!

“Y/N wait” Sam looked at you,and you raised yor brows , it was futile to stay on that bar, if Dean is gonna go with that stupid blonde chick to her house doing something you could only wish for, you didn’t want to stay then.

Of course you didn’t wanted just the sex, you wanted all of him, his body, his mind, his soul, you loved him as a person, not jut or his body , like that bloody chick, that fake blonde chick! The hell with her!

“Wait for what Sam? To see how Dean’s gonna insert his tongue on the blonde’s neck?! I can’t do this anymore Sam! I just can’t”

Sam knew about your feelings for his brother, he confronted you about this one day, when he caught you starring at Dean with dreamy eyes. He actually suspected it for a quite some time, but didn’t have the courage to ask you about it. Sam clicked his fingers and looked at you like he got the best idea ever. And Sam didn’t have good ideas! I mean ever!

“Y/N I have the best idea!” said the tall brunette,making you roll your eyes. He didn’t waist any time and dragged you with him on the dance floor the bar had.  At first you didn’t understand his idea. 

Dancing wasn’t the best idea of making dean notice you. But again Sam’s mind was still a mistery to you, so when his hands touched your waist and got you closer to him, you understood the magnificent plan. He wanted to make his brother jealous.

Reluctantly you put your hadns in Sam’s air and moved tour eyes where Dean and that blonde chick were. And boy you saw him, he was starring right at you, with his jaw clenched. Blushing furiously you begin to dance with Sam, laughing at how awkard he seemed to be.

“I’m doing this for you Y/N, just so my brother can realize that he’s madly in love with you, so I can be at peace.”

He said to you, but  before you can respond to his thoughtfull phrase, Dean caught your arm roughly and dragged you out of the bar. 

“Ouch, what the hell Dean?! What the fuck is worng with you?”

Dean backed you up until you were glue to the Impala, his body almost touching you.

“Are you fucking my brother?” His voice rough, and you eyes were wide open right now, hoe can he think like that?

“What? No, of course not, I’m not fucking Sam! You idiot!”  Plus why do you care? Where is the blonde for tonight?”

“Are you jealous Y/N?!” you could see Dean’s body was getting closer by second, and his eyes sparkled like two gems in the starry night.

“Are you Dean? Are you jealous? You wished Sam’s hands were yours? Back in the bar?”

You asked him feeling a surge of confidence rushing into you.

Dean raised his eyeberows at your bluntness, and put his rough hands on your neck, his thumb touching the pulse vein. You couldn’t believe how a simple touch could make your body react like his touch did, but come on, were talking about Dean freaking Winchester ok?!

“What do you think Y/N am I jealous? “

You couldn’t answer his question. Of course you couldn’t. How could Dean be jealous, when he can have have whatever the girl he wants?

Words didn’t want to make their way out of your mouth, the way Dean’s thumb was press on your pulse vein made you restless, hot and bothered, and all you wanted to do in that second was to kiss him, simple as that, just a peck on his plump pink lips.

“No, you’re right Dean, how could you be jealous? How? When you have to choose from so many other beautiful girls, in that fucking bar? Now let me leave so you can have the best sex of your life with that bartender!

You felt lie you were going to cry any minute now, and all you wanted was to get as far as possible form the older Winchester.

The bad thing? Dean didn’t wanted to let you go, he was still trapping you beide his body and his car, you couldn’t believe him, you just wanted to make his bloody mind already! You or the fake Barbie he left back at the bar when he came after you.

“Just let m go Dean! LET ME GO!” You shouted the las time pushing on his chest with your palms, the tears were running free on your cheeks, and all you needed was to hide from him, hide from everybody, and everything.  

His arms strengthen around you and he crushed you to his chest.

“You are so stupid Dean Winchester! So fucking blind!” you cried in his chest , letting your hands to rest in his hair this time.

“How could you be so blind to all the little clues? How couldn’t you see how much I fucking love you?!”

Quiet. That’s all you got form the older Winchester for a few seconds, you couldn’t possible understand why in the hell he hadn’t let you go.

“You... you can’t love me Y/N, bad things happens to people that get attached to me. I can’t bare to loose you too” I just...”

You felt his arm weaken around you and you lifted your head to look at him.

“I don’t care Dean! I’ve tried so hard to ignore what I feel about you. I can’t to that anymore, just take it, or let me leave if you don’t”

The pain..you couldn’t bare it anymore, you couldn’t bare to watch him flirting with other girls in bars every night after some hunts. You couldn’t deny how you felt for him, not anymore.  You knew you loved Dean when in one morning he woke you up bringing you comforting food, to make you feel better after a bad break up.

“Know what Dean? Just leave me alone, let me go away, let me be!”

You whispered trying to get some space between you and the older Winchester. It was the second time in ten minutes that you told him to let you go, and he didn’t.

Somethin was off, you couldn’t understand why he couldn’t make his fucking mind already!

“Y/N.... please you can’t be in love with me...” 

He said for the second time making you want to slap him with a baseball bat. IS he being serious right now?

“No Winchester, I’m sorry, I am in love with you, but is me or her, either you have me like this, either I’m leaving”

You took a big breath and look him directly in his eyes.

“I can’t be on the road with you and Sam anymore! Not when I know I can’t act on my feelings. I can’t do this anymore Dean! I just can’t! “

Letting out a strangled cry you try desperately no to cry in front of him. If this was to be a goodbye, you didn‘t want Dean to see you cry.

The bad part? Again? Dean wouldn’t let you go, is like he’s trying to find a solution to get out of this without you goind and without him dragging you into his mess of a life.  But that was too late anway, the monsters weren’t stupid either, they’d know for awhile, that the way Dean protects you is different, and they’re wondering if his feelings for you are more than just a friendship.

“I can’t let you go Y/N!”

“Why not DEAN? Is simple, just go back to that blonde bimbo of yours and...”

The phrase was left unfinished because Dean’s lips were on you on a instant.

For the firs time in your life you were speechless. Dean was kissing you, Dean was really kissing you, and it wasn’t because of a bet, dare or the fact that you played like a couple for a case, no, he was kissing you because he really wanted it....for a long time.

“Screw it , screw it all Y/N, I can’t let you go because I love you! Damn it! I loved you since forever. I tried... God I’ve tried to stay away, to not get you involved in my shit, but I can’t do it anymore. I can’t. I love you! 

Literally you couldn’t believe what was happening, slowly you put your hands on your lips with a stupid smile on your face. Your heart started to beat faster at his words and you could not tear up at how emotional the old Winchester got.

“Just shut up and kiss me! “

You whispered, and in the next few seconds his lips found yours again, this time you put your hands on the back of his neck and drag him closer to you, if that was even possible , given the fact that he already had you trapped between his car and his body. Your tongues got tangled in a dirty dance and a slight moan escaped your lips when Dean’s teeth grazed your lower lip. The kiss was ended by you needing air and Dean let his forhead rest on yours.

“Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?!”

Sam said behind Dean, you giggled and let your head fell on Dean’s shoulder.

“Shut your cakehole Sammy! And get in the car!”

You sannped out of your trance and slaped Dean on his arm.

“Dean, mind me reminding you, that Sam got us together?”

He raised his eyebrows at you, but you just pecked his lips to make him smile a bit.

“It was his idea to make you jealous.”

You could see a unusal spark in his eyes, and his hands on your waist tighten making you feel desired.

“You’re mine, and only mine Y/N.”

It was incredible how things turned out at the end of the day, but you couldn’t be more happier. Dean was actually in love with you. Something you wanted since you first aknowledge your own feelings for him.

“I’m not planning on loving someone else Dean, you’ve made sure of it, you are all I think about. I know that maybe for you is too early, but not for me, I love you Dean Winchester, so Damn much.”

The older Winchester miled at you, a smile that made your heart swell, a smile that could’ve had any other girl, but finally he chose you.

“I know, let’s go home.”

[flyonlittlewinchester]

Bleach

Pairing: DeanxReader, Sam

Summary: Dean’s preference for blondes gets under her skin and she comes up with the perfect plan.

Word Count: 1,733 

Warnings: None

A/N: Huge shout out to @queen-of-deans-booty for beta reading this and helping me with the ending. She’s seriously a gem and you should all check out her work. 

Another hunt, another bar, another hookup. Dean was really getting sick of the same old routine. Not to mention that having Y/N around did not help his game at all. Sam decided to retire to the motel. He didn’t want to witness Dean’s “pathetic pining” anymore.

Y/N stalked into the bar like she owned the place and Dean followed behind her like a lost dog. Her thigh high boots clacking on the cement floor. Every male’s head immediately turned in her direction, girlfriends across the bar getting angry and scolding their partners. Y/N just laughed. She gave off so much confidence she seemed untouchable. Having that would certainly work to her advantage when it came to hustling pool. She was the best hustler between her and the boys and she loved doing it. The poor bastards never saw it coming.

“Let’s get a drink before I try to round up a game.” Y/N said before looping her arm through Dean’s and pulling him up to the counter.

“I thought we were just gonna relax tonight?” Dean asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Playing pool is relaxing. Plus there’s a new pistol I want but the seller only takes cash since it’s not marked.” She replied as the bartender came over and took their orders. She was a statuesque blonde and her eyes lingered on Dean a little too long for Y/N’s liking.

“Two whiskey’s. Neat.” Y/N said, dismissing the bartender before she could get a word in. When she came back with their drinks, Dean immediately started flirting with her, trying to distract himself from Y/N. It never got easier for her, watching him go home night after night with some strange blonde woman.

If only I was blonde. Y/N thought.

Y/N was always told her hair was her best feature. Her long dark curls framed her face and fell all the way to her waist emphasizing the swell of her hips. But Dean wasn’t interested so none of that mattered.

What Y/N didn’t know, was that he resorted to picking up girls who were the complete opposite of Y/N in every aspect, simply because it reminded him of what he couldn’t have. Her.

“Yeah I'm gonna leave before you make me vomit.” Y/N said before strolling off to the pool tables, leaving Dean confused. She had never been upset with him for flirting with girls before, so why she was acting this way now? He stopped talking to the bartender after that, ignoring the napkin she wrote her number on. He just nursed his whiskey and watched Y/N work the pool table.

Y/N had been with Sam and Dean for a year now. She used to travel with her cousin, Mark, but he died after a particularly bad hunt. He was 40, which in the hunting life, was old. He just couldn't bounce back from the injuries he acquired this time. The boys went to the funeral and Y/N had travelled with them ever since.

Dean was instantly smitten but it’s not like he could ever act on it. He just couldn't because . . . well, you know . . . reasons. Truth be told, all his reasons were crappy ones. Y/N was a hunter. She knew the life, knew the risks. However, every time Sam tried to broach the subject all Dean had to say was, ‘Dude shut up’. Eventually Sam stopped trying. Dean would be Dean.

Dean’s attention snapped back to the present where he watched Y/N finish up the game. The way she would strut around the table made Dean’s head spin. She was like a goddess with her long locks falling around her frame and she played those men like fiddles. They couldn’t even be upset when they lost. She tucked a thick wad of cash into her boot before walking back up to the counter.

“Easier and easier every time baby,” she told Dean with a laugh. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand before that tramp decides to make her way back over here.” Y/N slapped a twenty dollar bill on the counter before walking off.

“Whoa, easy sweetheart. What’s your sudden issue with bartenders? You jealous?” Dean teased, following Y/N out to the car.

“Nothing, I just, uh, didn’t like the look of her that’s all.” Y/N said, trying to come up with any other than the truth. She got into the Impala, before Dean could question her further.

“Right.” He mumbled, getting into the driver’s seat.

“I don’t get your thing for blondes anyway, Dean. I mean brunettes can be just as pretty, ya know.” Y/N said defensively, trying not to sound jealous.

Trust me I know, Dean thought.

“Well you know what they say; blondes have more fun.” Dean said with a wink. On the drive back to the hotel Y/N got an idea.

“Hey, stop at that drugstore really quick.” Y/N said pointing at the store across the street from the motel. Dean pulled in without any questions and Y/N jumped out right away. She came out a few minutes later with a plastic bag and threw it in the backseat.

“What’d you have to get?” Dean asked.

“Um, just girl stuff.”

“Oh.” Dean mumbled awkwardly not wanting to push the subject any further. Dean parked the car outside of their rooms and Y/N grabbed her bag, hurried into her room without a word, and slammed the door. Dean just shook his head and walked off to his room next door.

Sam was sitting at the small table reading a book.

“Wow dude, I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. No blondes at the bar?” Sam teased.

“Oh shut up. You know why I only go for blondes.” Dean argued.

“Because you’re an idiot and instead of telling Y/N how you feel you just admire from afar and pick up girls who are her polar opposite in every way to try and distract yourself. Oh, and did I mention that you’re an idiot?”

“Listen, Sam, she's not interested, ok? No point in wasting my time.” Dean flopped back onto the bed and covered his face with a pillow.

“Not interested. Right. Fair argument. I mean that’s definitely why she stares at you when you’re not looking and talks about you nonstop when you're gone and keeps a list of all your favorite pie recipes in her desk at the bunker and writes your name in hearts when her mind wanders. Yep, definitely not interested ” Sam shrugged.

“She does? Why didn't you tell me!” Dean shot up from the bed.

“I was sworn to secrecy.” Sam explained going back to his book.

“Okay, so why are you saying something now.” Dean asked confused.

“Because she's dyeing her hair blonde as we speak.” Sam said without looking up.

“What!? No, no, no, why is she doing that?” Dean stammered.

“I’m not the only one that’s noticed your affinity for blondes. She figured that would be the only way to get your attention.” Sam explained. Dean contemplated his next move very carefully. Did he try to stop her? How would he explain? Did he pretend to not care? Would that make things worse?

“I gotta go.” Dean mumbled before leaving the room

“You didn’t hear it from me.” Sam managed say before Dean closed the door. Dean rushed over to Y/N’s room before knocking on the door.

No answer.

He huffed and ran his hand through his hair as he paced in front of her door. What was he gonna do? Without a second thought he barged into the room only to find it empty. The bathroom door was cracked though and he could hear Y/N’s quiet cries. He hurried over to the bathroom and flung the door open.

Y/N was standing in front of the mirror with a few tears rolling down her cheeks and a bottle of hair bleach in her hand. She whirled around to face the intruder and tried to wipe the tears from her face.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Dean asked with concern lacing his voice. His eyes flicked down to the bottle she was holding then to her sad eyes.

“Oh, uh, hey Dean. Didn’t hear you come in.” Y/N said, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

“Y/N, why are you upset? And what’s with the hair dye?”

“I can’t do it anymore Dean!” Y/N shouted before tears began streaming down her face again. “Night after night I watch you go home with some bleach blonde tramp and you can’t even look twice at me. What’s so wrong with me that you can’t see me? What do they have that I don’t? I try so hard to be everything for you and it’s never enough and I’m tired, Dean. If you prefer blondes so much then I’ll just dye my hair and maybe you’ll finally realize how much I love you!” Y/N’s hand covered her mouth as soon as she realized what she had let slip. Her adrenaline spiked and she started feeling dizzy.

Dean just stared at her in disbelief. She loved him. Him. His mind began to fantasize about what life would be like with her at his side. Not just as a friend, but as something more.

“Please say something.” Y/N squeaked out.

But Dean didn’t have words to explain all of his emotions. He closed the small distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked into her eyes and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips. Y/N moved her arms around Dean’s neck and pulled him closer, afraid that he would disappear if she didn’t hold onto him. Dean pulled away for air and Y/N looked to her feet as a bright blush spread across her cheeks. Dean put a finger under her chin and urged her to look up at him.

“I love you too. I have for a long time.” Dean said after catching Y/N’s gaze.

“Then why . . .” Y/N said her question trailing off.

“Distractions. Brunettes reminded me too much of you.” Dean explained. Y/N’s laugh was cut off by Dean’s lips. Now that he had her, he had no intentions of letting her go.

Sam was thankful for his headphones that night.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Arguing With Dean

Request: Hello! So glad your requests are open again! I’d like to request a deanxreader where they get in a big fight and she goes to a bar to blow off steam and a group of guys start harassing her when she’s pretty drunk and she gets nervous and texts dean. He comes to the rescue, beating up some of them and takes her home?

Pairing: Dean x reader

“Why are you making such a big deal out of it?” you asked.

“Because you never, never, never put the dishes in the dishwasher! You put them in the sink and they magically get washed! How do you think that happens!” shouted Dean. 

“Why is it such a big deal! I’ll get to it! Like you don’t leave your used towels all over the bathroom!” you yelled back.

“Oh I pick them up!” he shouted.

“I put the dishes away!” you yelled.

“No you don’t!” he yelled.

“I’m going out,” you said, grabbing your coat before you said something you regretted. An hour later you were four drinks in and feeling better. Dean didn’t really mean it and neither had you. He had a long day and you knew that was his one pet peeve of yours. Maybe you’d make him a pie in the morning to apologize.

“Hey, want to hang out with us?” shouted someone far drunker than you. You shook your head and sipped on what you planned on being your fifth and final drink. Maybe you were better off calling a cab, Dean might not be in the condition to drive either. Or Sam. Yeah, Sammy was a good idea. “Come on!”

“Y/N,” said Sam on the other end when he answered. “I’d love to but I’m out of state, remember? How much have you had?”

“Too many. I’ll call a cabby,” you said. “Night.”

“Get home safe kiddo,” said Sam, laughing to himself. You were about to ask the bartender to call you one when two guys were sliding into the empty seats on either side of you.

“Was that your boyfriend?” one asked.

“No,” you said with a laugh before realizing that was a mistake.

“Why don’t you go out with us tonight? Have some fun,” he said, leaning too close for comfort.

“Um, I’m not in the-”

“Lighten up, we’ll show you a good time,” said the other one, both of them starting to move in closer. 

“Uh, sure. Let me freshen up in the bathroom first,” you said, giving them a smile. You put some distance between yourself and the pair, texting Dean as you walked slowly to the women’s room. It wasn’t hard to fake with how the world looked just a tiny bit tilted. He’d texted back he was on his way before you even had your hand on the door.

It was about a ten minute drive from the bunker to the bar but Dean got there in about four, texting you that he was right outside the bathroom.

“Hi,” you said, a little embaressed, his face a whole lot of pissed off.

“Which ones?” he asked, holding out a hand for you. You took it and nodded to the two who spotted you and turned right around, heading out the door. “That’s what I thought.”

“Can we go home? I don’t feel good,” you said, spicy food for dinner not sitting well with the cocktail in your stomach. Dean nodded and paid for your drinks, quiet as he helped you outside. Dean got you sat in Baby while the two drunk guys struggled to start their car. Dean knocked on the window of one door and the idiot opened it for him, getting a nice smack in the face. The other got the same treatment before Dean grabbed the keys, tossed them in the shrubs and yelled at them to call a cab.

He was miffed when he drove home but it slowly fell away, turning softer when he got you in the kitchen, fixing you something to eat to try and settle the unease in your stomach. 

“Sorry,” you said, looking at the bowls in the sink. He hummed and sat down some plain oatmeal for you.

“They’re stupid dishes. They don’t matter. Next time you get pissed at me and want to get drunk, do me a favor and just grab a bottle and go hide out somewhere here? Worst thing you’ll run into is a confused Cas,” said Dean, smiling as he sat across from you.

“That sounds better. It goes for you too though. I get worried when you take off,” you said.

“Deal,” said Dean, stealing a spoonful of your warm oatmeal, nearly gagging on it. “That is disgusting. They serve better food in Hell.”

“Drama Queen,” you said, stretching out, hoping you didn’t fall asleep in your bowl. 

“Bedtime drunk girl,” said Dean. “Sam called right before you did, said you were doing that thing again.”

“Deanie,” you said. “I don’t do a thingy.”

“No of course not,” he said, picking up your bowl, dumping the leftovers out and putting it in the sink.

“That’s against the rules,” you said, Dean lifting you up gently to carry you to your room.

“Eh, it’ll be there in the morning.”

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Caught Red Handed

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,719

Warnings: Angst, fake cheating (you’ll understand once you read), a cliffhanger? 

Request:  Hi, can you do an image deanxreader where sam and dean went out on a hunt leaving the reader in the bunker doing some researches, and than she decided to surprise them showing up to their motel but she finds dean in the bed with another woman? (i love the angst)

Author’s Note: I did get carried away with this one. This wasn’t even the ending I planned but this sort of just happened. I did twist the request a little bit and I hope you like it! I don’t condone cheating so I had to write it this way, If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

Feedback is always appreciated

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“Dean, please be careful. This may be a two-person job but these are witches we are talking about. You don’t know what could happen if you piss one off. You could come back with two heads.” You said, worrying about every little detail like always.

“I know and I always am careful. I promise to come home with one head.” He smiled as he packed up the car.

“Sam, would you tell your brother this is no laughing matter?” You asked, turning to the younger Winchester who was helping his brother pack the car up.

“Y/N, would you relax? If we knew you would worry this much, you may as well come with us. This is supposed to be a mini vacation for you, away from us. So, enjoy it. We can handle anything.”

“Fine, you’re right. I am overreacting. I’ll just miss you guys like crazy.”

“We’ll be back before you know it. I love you.” Dean said, leaning down to kiss you. You kissed him back with passion before pulling away.

“I love you more.” You smiled at him. Goodbye, Sam. Please, be safe and don’t forget to call me.” You said with a smile. Both boys smiled at you before getting into the Impala and leaving. You watched them leave with a sigh. This was going to be a long few weeks by yourself.

It’s been a week and you’ve missed them like crazy.  They decided to take this hunt and leave you behind. It was a two-person job which Sam and Dean could handle easily and Dean thought you might want a few weeks to yourself since you were with the boys all the time.

You took his offer but you were going crazy by yourself.  There were only so much you could do in the Bunker before you got the ‘wanting to kill yourself’ phase. They’ve asked you to do the research for them and it was light reading so you could do some other things without being pressured for information.

They called every night, however, Dean stopped calling you a few days ago. Instead, you gotten Sam on the other line. You were thrilled but you wanted to speak to your boyfriend instead. But whenever you asked for Dean, he would always say he was either asleep or playing pool at the bars. You were glad he was having fun but you missed him and you were beginning to get frustrated at the fact that you couldn’t talk to him.

You shrugged it off for a few days but there was a point when you couldn’t take it anymore. You were going to go down there and see for yourself if there was something wrong with Dean. You trusted Sam and when Sam did something, it was for a good reason but you had to go down there.

You and Dean have been going out for a long time now and even though you trusted him, there was something fishy going on. Your mind kept telling you to let it go, that everything will be okay but your body refused to believe that.

So, you ended up packing a light bag and grabbed the keys to one of the beautiful cars in the garage and set out to find them. You knew where they were staying since you were the one who found the case in the first place. The drive would take about half a day so you were prepared.

You pulled up to the motel and frowned when you didn’t see the Impala in the parking lot. They must have gone out for drinks since it was getting pretty late. That was perfect because then you could hide out in their motel room and surprise them when they got back.

You knew their motel room since you asked for it the day they checked in, just in case anything was to happen. You parked in front of their room and got out, grinning from ear to ear. You got out your lock picking kit and made sure no one was looking before picking the lock.

When you got it open, you smiled as you walked in. You turned on one of the lamps and lost your smile at what you saw.

Dean was a wonderful man. You loved with all your heart. He wouldn’t dare do anything that would hurt you. That was one of the things you loved most about him. He always put your needs first and then worried about himself later.

So, you were hurt, shocked and confused when you saw Dean in bed with another woman. She was on top of him, moaning as he worked her over. You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest and stomped on.

You got tears but refused to let them fall. You weren’t going to let a man hurt you like this; not even Dean. But when you heard him moan her name, you let them fall. You threw your bag to the ground and that is when they finally noticed you.

“Shit, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Dean said, shoving the woman off him.

“You know, I thought it might be nice to visit my boyfriend and his brother since I missed them like crazy but I can see now that you didn’t miss me, not even a little bit. How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me!” You were growing more and more pissed the more you stood in the room.

You didn’t let Dean say anything else because you swiftly turned around and left the room. Hot tears were streaming down your face and you couldn’t believe what you saw. You thought Dean loved you. He sacrificed so much for you and now he threw it all away because you didn’t know if you could ever be with him again.

It broke your heart to think like that but what else could you do? You didn’t think you could be with him anymore since he did the one thing that would definitely drive you away. Dean has done a lot of shit to you that you could over look but this was one thing that you couldn’t forgive.

If he didn’t love you anymore, the least he could do was tell you instead of go behind your back and hurt you in the worst way possible. You ran to your car and was about to get inside when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, swinging your fist at whoever was touching you.

“Whoa, Y/N, calm down. It’s just me. Please, listen to me.” Sam said. You looked up at him with tears cascading down your cheeks.

“Did you know about this?! Is that why you wouldn’t let me talk to him?!” You slapped Sam in the chest, hard. But it wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt him.

“Y/N, you have to understand something. This isn’t what it looks like. I can explain.” You looked at the open motel room and your heart broke more at the fact that Dean wasn’t rushing out to win you back or anything. He was still in there with her.

“What is there to explain, Sam?! I did everything right and I love him so that he doesn’t have to feel alone all the time. I love with all my heart and I thought he did too. I didn’t know he could sink so low.” You cried, angry as yourself for believing that you could be happy with him.

“Y/N, please, listen to me. We hunted the witches but they put a curse on him.” Sam tried to explain.

“Curse? What, does this curse make him want to cheat on me?” You bit your trembling bottom lip. You wanted to believe that there was something that was causing Dean to act like this but he was really making it hard not to believe that.

“Well, no, it doesn’t, but they put a lust spell on him. The first woman he sees, he wants badly and I told him not to go out but he really wanted a drink and he ended up going home with the bartender. Y/N, he loves you. You know that.” Sam begged.

“You know what, Sam? I’m not so sure anymore. I’m going back home. I don’t know if you’ll find me there when you get back.” You got tears and shoved Sam away before getting into the car. You peeled away from the parking lot before Sam could do anything else. The thing was, you didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Your parents were gone and you don’t have any siblings. You don’t know where your extended family is and you didn’t want to find them. You didn’t know what you would do. Maybe Sam was telling the truth and maybe Dean still had eyes only for you but this hurt you too much. You didn’t care if he was cursed or not.

When you saw him with that woman, your whole world felt like it was breaking into two. Your worst fear came alive that Dean would find someone better than you. You were stupid for letting yourself think that you could settle down with Dean Winchester. He was a womanizer and you were stupid for thinking you could change him.

Tears blurred your vison as you sped down the road. You were pissed, angry, and hurt all at the same time. You tried to make the tears go away but they wouldn’t stop falling. You pressed on the gas more to get home faster. All you could think about was taking a long bath and having a few bottles of wine to end your night.

You were thinking too hard that you didn’t even see the truck coming at you. Your vision was so blurred that you didn’t even see it until it was too late. Glass shattering, metal crunching, and bones breaking was all that you heard. Your car must have flipped a few times before it settled in the ditch by the road.

You slumped in your seat, blood oozing out of everywhere that it could escape. Your eyes were closed as your breathing was slowing down.

But all you could think about was Dean and how you let him down.

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Shadows and Demon Politics

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: DeanxReader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Drinking

Request: Reader and Dean are drunk while on a hunt

Notes: I enjoyed writing this so much. I’ve been trying to use more detail in my imagines so please bear with me. 

(Credit to GIF owner)

Sam had absent absentmindedly left you and Dean alone in the hotel room to do ‘research’ on whatever it was that you were hunting. Two minutes in to flicking through pages of the Lore, Dean looked up at you with bored eyes.

“There’s a bar down the street,” he mumbled.

You snapped your computer closed and stood on your feet, tucking your phone inside your pocket.

“Let’s go,” you murmured. You couldn’t take another minute of trying to find something that didn’t want to be found. Sam had taken the Impala which meant you and Dean were taking a joyous walk to go drown your worries in sweet alcohol.

“It’s a shadow, Y/N. How are we suppose to hunt a shadow?” Dean groaned, referring to the creature that you were currently trying to catch. You nodded your head, thinking about every ‘crime’ scene you’ve been to. Each one showed little to no evidence of anything supernatural. The one thing you managed to wrap your hands around was a surveillance camera that showed nothing but an eerie looking shadow that moved along the parking lot. The local police officer described it as a jet, or a tree, but nothing under your realm of destruction.

Dean held the bar door open for you. As soon as you stepped in, the bittersweet smell of alcohol filled your nostrils. You strode right up to the bartender, taking a seat on one of the chairs.

“Whiskey,” you said. Dean followed up behind, plopping down next to you.

“What she said,” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair.

You turned to face Dean as the bartender plopped down to glasses filled with the heart warming liquid. You picked up your glass, cradling it carefully in your fingers.

“Here’s to a night of drinking,” you proposed. Dean clinked his glass against yours.

“Huzzah,” he muttered and began to down the whiskey.

-

“Dean Winchester...” you cooed as you set down your sixth glass, the world began to swirl before your eyes, “You don’t play around do you?”

Dean slammed his glass down, his body remained stonelike as the bitter liquid slithered down his throat, “Go big or go home, sweetheart,” he smiled. You nodded your head, a smile crawling across your face.

“Hey! Can we get another round!” Dean shouted to the suddenly busy bartender. You and Dean rolled your eyes, knowing very well that you devoted time to this sport compared to the newcomers that were just entering the bar.

“So.. the shadow,” Dean announces as the bartender sets down your seventh round of whiskey.

“Or the jet,” you input, taking the glass in your hands.

Dean takes a swig of the whiskey, which was filled up a little more than usual. You smiled, the bartender knew you two weren’t fooling around.

“It’s not a jet. Jet’s are big and make noise. That... that thing wasn’t a jet,” Dean cursed. He downed the rest of his whiskey, “It had to be a human, I mean it wasn’t that small but still.”

You nodded your head, “Fun size. Like a candy bar,” you muttered.

“Yeah, fun size....” his voice trails off, “I really want a candy bar now...”.

“Focus Dean, we need to figure out what this thing is,” you bickered as you downed the glass of whiskey still in your hand. You cringed at the distasteful liquid.

“Y/N we have nothing except three witnesses that all said the same thing. It was relatively large and hazardous,” the words spill out of Dean’s mouth in a heap. His sentences were becoming harder and harder to decipher.

“Ok..” you mumbled, trying think despite the fact that you were utterly wasted, “What’s relatively large and likes to terrorize people?” you asked, rubbing your temples with you fingers.

“Lucifer,” Dean slurs. The bartender who is currently serving the people next to shoots a look over towards Dean. Dean pays no mind.

“Dean, I don’t think we’re hunting Lucifer,” you protested. The bartender walks over to fill the glasses but instead, Dean holds his hand out. The bartender nods his head and proceeded to put the whiskey back on the shelf.

“How do you know that? Lucifer loves to terrorize people!” Dean announces.

You rolled your head back, “This isn’t ‘Spot Satan’ ok, Dean? We’re not hunting Lucifer. Plus, don’t you think Lucifer would amount to something bigger like ending the entire world?” The bartender continued to stare over towards you and Dean. The couple that was sitting next to you stood up from their seats and walked over to the pool tables.

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s playing hooky from ending the world,” Dean nagged. You tapped your fingers on the marble bar, taking a peak around you. By now, everyone in the bar stood a steady three feet away from you and Dean.

You looked back towards your drunk mess of a partner, “I don’t think this is the best place to discuss demon politics, Dean,” you whispered.

“Demon politics!” Dean announced, everyone turned to look at him, “Do you think that’s a real thing?” he said in a much quieter voice. You laughed and traced your finger around the brim of your glass.

“I certainly hope not.”

The roar of the Impala grew closer to the bar until it’s headlights were shining through the glass windows. You and Dean turned to see the lanky Sam Winchester step out of Impala, still dressed in his ‘Fed’ suit.

Dean shot a look at you, “Do you think he went to the hotel first?” he asked. You snort.

“I highly doubt it,” you retaliate.

Sam opens the door to the bar and strides over to you and Dean, his lips pressed into a thin line. He looked down foolishly on you and Dean.

“Have you two done anything useful at all since I left?” Sam huffed.

“We got wasted...” Dean slurred as he tapped on his empty glass, “Is that useful?” he teased.

Sam took a seat next you to leaning his arms on the bar.

“I talked to two more witnesses. They said that the thing they saw was a moving shadow. However, the shadow didn’t go near any light and looked as if it was being controlled by something,” Sam explained despite the fact that he knew you and Dean were on a whole other planet.

Dean pretended to listen intently, “How did they know it was being controlled?” he asked as he tapped on the brim of his glass. The bartender rushed over with more whiskey but Sam instantly stopped him. Dean pouted.

“I don’t know.. choppy movements, unfinished jobs, confusion. Plus, it hates light,” Sam mumbles.

“A Daevas,” you blurt out.

Sam furrows his eyebrows, “What?” he asks.

“We’re hunting a daeves. Think about it, it’s a type of demon that only appears in shadow form. Usually, their used to serve higher demons who are to lazy to do the job and they hate bright light,” you mumble, recalling the page in the Lore you had read on demons.

Sam and Dean both looked at you in awe, “I think you’re right, Y/N,” Sam uttered.

Dean nodded his head, “That’s my girl.”

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El Otro Lado de la Barra

Inglés autor: @imagining-supernatural Traducido por: @kclaire1

Sumario: Camarero!Dean. Un AU en el que hace una apuesta contigo a ver quien puede permanecer serio más tiempo. En palabras de Sam, “El es flirteo más condenadamente raro que he visto en mi vida.”

Recuento de palabras: 2.517

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N/A: Tengo la impresión de que si no fuera por Azazel y la vida de cazador, Dean hubiera sido el tipo más feliz del mundo. Le hubiera encantado vivir la vida, y reírse de todo y básicamente ser la fuerza de la naturaleza que siempre logra todo lo que quiere. Hubiera sido imparable y hubiera sido condenadamente feliz. Así  que esta es la versión de Dean que imaginé para este AU.

English Version: The Other Side of the Bar

“¡Sam, mi hombre!” Terrance bramó cuando Sam entró en el bar. Al ver a su viejo amigo, Sam sonrió y de dio la mano, tirando de él para darle un abrazo. “Nuestro chico Dean no me ha dicho que estabas en la ciudad.”

“Bueno, los finales ya han acabado y Dean me ha estado insistiendo para que venga a ver su nuevo bar desde que lo inauguró.” Sam echó un vistazo mirando la habitación casi en penumbra y no pudo evitar sentirse impresionado. “Así que he pensado en venir y darle una sorpresa.”

Para alguien que no había puesto nunca un pie en la universidad, Dean era bastante bueno en los negocios. Este era el tercer bar que abría en el Este de Kansas, y a todos les iba ridículamente bien. Cuando Dean le pidió a Sam que echara un vistazo a sus finanzas para asegurarse de que todo estaba bien, Sam comenzó a pensarse su propio plan de vida. Si Dean estaba haciendo tanto dinero por bar, ¿en qué demonios estaba pensando Sam metiéndose en un préstamo cada vez más profundo para acabar sus estudios de Derecho?

Hablando de Dean, Sam echó un vistazo a la atestada habitación buscando a su hermano de pelo color arena. Como era habitual, estaba detrás de la barra hablando con una chica. Pero no estaba sonriendo o gastando bromas como habitualmente hacía en presencia de cualquier chica viva que respirara.

“¿Qué demonios?” preguntó Sam, atrayendo la atención de Terrance. “Está manteniendo una conversación con ella en lugar de estar simplemente flirteando?”

Terrance siguió la mirada de Sam y soltó una carcajada. Le dio una palmada en la espalda y se inclinó para hablarle desde más cerca. “Tío, está flirteando con ella. Mucho. Hacen esto cada noche.”

“¿Esto?¿Qué es esto?”

Con una sonrisa secreta, Terrance tiró de Sam para acercarlo a la barra. “Ni siquiera se ha dado cuenta de que estás aquí. Hasta que la apuesta acaba cada noche, ninguno de los dos son conscientes de nada de lo que les rodea.”

Sam y Terrance se pararon a unos pocos pasos de los dos, que parecían estar metidos en una conversación muy seria. Pero desde tan cerca, Sam pudo oír lo que estaban diciendo.

“Entonces la ardilla se le subió por la falda y ella comenzó a gritar y saltar.” La chica estaba diciendo con voz plana, sus ojos sin moverse de los de Dean.

Sam vio el brillo en los ojos de Dean, completamente opuesto a la expresión seria que su hermano estaba poniendo. Era el flirteo más raro que había visto en su vida.

“La ardilla no fue lo bastante rápida. Después de que paráramos de reírnos tanto que Clarice acabó gritándonos, Jimmy silbó y dijo supongo que la ardilla no ha encontrado la nuez que estaba buscando.”

Pasó un segundo en el que Dean luchó por controlar su rostro. Los músculos de sus mejillas y alrededor de su boca se tensaron y en un breve segundo las comisuras de sus labios se torcieron hacia arriba y la chica dejó escapar un grito de victoria, alzando los brazos en alto.

“¿Qué? ¡No!” Protestó Dean. “¡Eso no cuenta!”

“Cuenta totalmente, cielo.” Su sonrisa era la mas brillante del bar y Sam pudo ver que incluso aunque se estaba regodeando, Dean no podía apartar los ojos de ella. De repente Sam estuvo incluso más interesado en saber quién era esa mujer de lo que lo había estado antes. “Afróntalo Dean. Esta noche has perdido.”

“¡No he perdido! No ha sido una sonrisa completa. ¿Verdad?” Alzó la mirada buscando a alguien que le apoyara, deteniéndose cuando vio a Sam allí mismo. La sorpresa se pintó en su cara, pero no entretuvo con ello. La apuesta con esa mujer misteriosa era más importante que una visita sorpresa de su hermano. “¡Sammy! Dile a T/N que eso no era una sonrisa. ¡Yo no he perdido!”

“¿Sammy?” T/N se giró en su taburete y le miró. Sentir su mirada le puso un poco de los nervios. Le estaba mirando como si supiera más de él de lo que Sam hubiera querido. “¿Tú eres Sam? ¿El Sam que creyó en el Conejo de Pascua hasta los doce años?”

Sam bufó y le echó una mirada a Dean. “Sí. Ese soy yo.”

“Entonces conoces a Dean bastante bien. Dime, Sam. Eso era una sonrisa, ¿verdad? ¿Cuenta totalmente?”

“Yo, eh, ¿puede?”

“¡Puede no cuenta!” insistió Dean. “Y ya que no cuenta, eso significa que tú te has reído primero así  que tú pierdes. Paga, cariño.”

T/N bufó y se giró para mirar a Dean. “Tú, Dean Winchester, eres un mentiroso.”

“Lo que sea para conseguir ese beso,” se rió inclinando los codos sobre la mesa.

Haciendo girar los ojos, T/N se levantó y se puso de puntillas para encontrarse con Dean en medio de la barra, dándole un beso en los labios.

“Dan gana, consigue un beso. T/N gana, consigue bebida gratis toda la noche.” Terrance le explicó a Sam.

Tras unos segundos, T/N se separó y negó con la cabeza mirando hacia Dean. “Eres tan mentiroso. He ganado yo totalmente.”

“Te diré qué, cariño. Ya que Sam está aquí y vamos a celebrarlo. ¿Sabes lo que significa?”

Un brillo travieso iluminó sus ojos. “Claro que lo sé.” Se volvió para mirar al resto de la gente y le guiñó un ojo a Sam. Saltando sobre la barra, hizo altavoz con las manos y gritó, “En honor a la visita del hermano del dueño, la siguiente ronda es a cuenta de la casa.”

Un grito de alegría se elevó desde la multitud y T/N orgullosamente saltó del mostrador y le sonrió a Dean. “Dos pueden jugar al mismo juego, Dean.”

“La broma era para ti,” se burló, claramente tratando de ocultarlo. “Ya tenía planeado hacerlo de todas formas.”

“Claro que lo tenías planeado, cariño. Claro que lo tenías.” Hizo un gesto a las estanterías llenas de botellas detrás de Dean. “Ahora ponme una copa gratis y me llevaré a Terry-Berry a la pista de baile y os daré a ti y a tu hermanito un poco de tiempo a solas.”

“¿Terry-Berry?” Sam se asombró al oír el nuevo mote. Terrance había dejado bastante claro que prohibía los motes cuando se fue haciendo mayor.

Terrance apuntó a Sam con un dedo advirtiéndole. “No. Sólo T/N puede llamarme así.”

Sam archivó esa nueva información y se dio cuenta de que tendría que fijarse mucho más atentamente en T/N durante el resto de su visita. Tenía que haber algo especial en ella si Dean estaba tan pillado y Terrance estaba permitiendo que se saltaran la regla de no motes.

*****

“Disfruta.” Dean le guiñó un ojo a la mujer a la que acababa de poner una copa y caminó de vuelta a dónde Sam y Terrance estaban sentados en la barra, hablando sobre algún libro aburrido que a los dos les gustaba. Por quincuagésima vez en los últimos diez minutos, Dean levantó la mirada y miró alrededor, pero no pudo verla por ninguna parte.

“Tío, cálmate. Estoy seguro de que vendrá aquí.” Terrance hizo girar los ojos ante la obvia obsesión de su amigo.   

Dean ni siquiera hizo el esfuerzo de fingir que no tenía ni idea de lo que estaba hablando. “Normalmente ya estaría aquí. ¿Estás seguro de que no tiene una cita o algo?”

“Segurísimo. Vivo con ella, tío. Si hubiera tenido planes, me hubiera llamado a su habitación para hacer de su mejor amiga y ayudarla a escoger que ponerse mientras me hablaba del chico, de dónde la iba a llevar y de cómo era y demás. Probablemente se haya liado en el trabajo o algo.”

Dean resopló y se fijó en los habituales de nuevo. Cuando se enteró de que este viejo amigo de Sam estaba en la ciudad le sugirió que se pasara por el bar a tomar una copa. Sammy podía tener amigos raros, pero Terrance era uno de los que a Dean le gustaban de verdad.

Y cuando Terrance trajo a su compañera de piso, bueno, a Dean no le importó en absoluto. Entonces alguien comentó que Dean y T/N sonreían más que ninguna otra persona que hubieran conocido y eso inició una competición que ahora era una tradición. Cada noche cuando los dos estaban en bar, intentaban con todas sus fuerzas hacer que el otro se riera primero, sólo para probar que podían mantener la cara seria por más tiempo.

Era la mejor parte del día de Dean.

“Podrías mandarle un mensaje.” Dean le comentó a Terrance. “Sólo para asegurarte de que esta bien, ya sabes. En plan buen compañero de piso.”

“¿Por qué no le mandas tú un mensaje, Dean?” preguntó Sam.

Dean cometió el error de no pensar la respuesta. Al hacerlo dejo la puerta abierta para que Sam le hiciera todo tipo de burlas, pero no estaba muy centrado en su hermano en ese momento. “No tengo su número.”

“Espera. ¿En serio? Has estado flirteando todo lo que has podido con ella durante semanas y aún no tienes su número?”

Dean dejó de pensar en T/N para mirar a Sam con los ojos entrecerrados. “¿Y qué? Ella tampoco tiene mi número.”

Levantando las manos para hacer el universal gesto de me rindo, sacudió la cabeza. “Tío, a vosotros dos no os entiendo.”

“Nadie lo hace,” interrumpió Terrance. “Sólo les dejamos en paz.”

La puerta se abrió y, como si de un imán se tratara, Dean se sintió  atraído por la mujer que estaba entrando. Mirarla a ella hacía que todas sus preocupaciones parecieran insustanciales. Sus ojos se clavaron en los de Dean que miró cómo comenzaba a abrirse camino entre la multitud.

Y entonces fue cuando Dean entró en pánico. No tenía ninguna historia divertida planeada para esa noche. ¿Cómo iba a hacer que ella se riera y así ganarse el beso? Había sido un día largo, una reunión con unos potenciales inversores para abrir un nuevo bar al otro lado del estado y él había estado esperando ese beso durante todo el día. Vale, el beso duraría sólo unos segundos y claro, no era nada más que dos labios tocándose, pero hacían cada noche mucho mejor de lo que él podía haberse imaginado.

“Eh, T/N,” Sam saludó cuando estaba lo suficientemente cerca para oírle.

Con pinta de estar en una misión, le hizo un gesto con la cabeza antes de saltar sobre la barra. Dean la miró confundido mientras pasaba las piernas por encima de la barra y calculaba mal la distancia que había al otro lado. Su pie golpeó un vaso, que se hizo añicos contra el suelo. 

Apenas le dedicó una mirada, murmurando, “Lo recogeré luego,” antes de saltar al suelo al otro lado de la barra justo en frente de Dean.

Eso definitivamente estaba fuera de guion. A parte de las pocas veces en las que T/N había convencido a Dean pera jugar al billar con ella, la barra del bar siempre había estado entre los dos. Pero ahora ella estaba justo enfrente de él, mirándole con determinación.

“Eh, cariño,” dijo Dean despacio, mirando alrededor como tratando de averiguar que estaba pasando.

Entonces le puso las manos en la cara y tiró de ella hacia abajo hasta que sus labios se posaron sombre los de él. Durante un momento, Dean no supo que hacer. Se acercó a él, su cuerpo rozando el suyo y la realidad se abrió paso en la mente de Dean. T/N estaba justo ahí, besándole como él había soñado hacer durante semanas, y no había un maldito mostrador en el medio.

Los dedos de Dean se curvaron en su cintura y tiró de ella disfrutando la forma en la que sus suaves curvas presionaban su cuerpo hasta que su otra mano fue subiendo hacia su cabeza, entrelazándose en su pelo. T/N abrió los labios y trazó con su lengua la curva de los labios de Dean. Al instante él la dejó entrar, dejándose llevar por el instinto y besándola como si todo su futuro dependiera de ello.

Cuando ella terminó con el beso, respirando entre jadeos, Dean no abrió los ojos durante un momento, ni la soltó para dejarla ir. Y basándose en la forma en la que las manos de ella estaban agarrándole de la nuca y apoyando la frente en su hombro, a ella no le importaba en absoluto.

“¿A qué ha venido esto? No es que me queje,” Dean se apresuró a aclarar.

T/N levantó la cabeza lo suficiente para mirarle con ojos brillantes. “Era un gracias.”

“¿Gracias por qué?”

Se rió y miró hacia fuera durante un breve instante. “Por la estúpida historia del mono. He comido con mi ex hoy y es un gilipollas manipulador. No sé por qué accedí a comer con él para empezar.  Pero cada vez que intentaba soltarme un piropo ambiguo de los suyos, todo lo que podía pensar era en que tú me habías dicho que al mono le hubiera gustado mi pelo.”

“Le hubiera gustado hacerse caca en él,” Dean acabó, recordando esa noche de hacía tres semanas. Le había contado aquella vez que fue al zoo y un mono intentó tirarle caca. Ella no había soltado ni una sonrisilla, así que supo que tenía arrancarle la carcajada. La sedujo con un cumplido—A ese mono le hubiera encantado tu pelo—y después cambió el tono—le hubiera encantado frotar la caca en él, quiero decir. El inesperado cambio le arrancó una carcajada por sorpresa sonrisa y él consiguió su beso esa noche.

“Sí. Eso. Cada vez que me insultaba y luego lo intentaba suavizar con un cumplido lo único que tenía que hacer era pensar acerca de la historia del mono y de repente todo lo que salía de su boca era tan idiota como un mono queriendo frotar caca en mi pelo.” T/N se rió bajito y sacudió la cabeza antes de mirar de nuevo a Dean con los ojos tiernos. “Lo único que él quería era meterse en mi cabeza y minar mi confianza, pero lo único que tú querías era hacerme reír. Así que gracias.”

Dean se rió y una burbuja de alegría se expandió por su pecho. “Creo que ninguna chica me ha dado nunca las gracias por decirle que a un mono le encantaría frotar su caca en su cabeza.”

“Siempre hay una primera vez para todo,” dijo T/N, poniéndose de puntillas para darle otro beso en la comisura de los labios. “Y tú te has reído el primero esta noche así que yo bebo gratis.”

“Después de que recojas el vaso que has roto,” Dean apuntó, resistiéndose a dejarla irse. Después de ese beso, él accedería a todo lo que ella dijera, incluso si eso significaba perder la apuesta por una noche. Aunque, supuso Dean, había conseguido un beso mucho mejor que cualquier otra noche que hubiera ganado la apuesta, asi que no se le podía llamar perder.

Ella se separó y se sintió frío sin su cuerpo pegado al suyo. Tras encontrar una bayeta, se volvió hacia él y sonrió. “Por cierto, te voy a ganar mañana también.”

“Estoy deseando comprobarlo, cariño.”

Spanish Tag: @starswirlblitz

[inkstainedfanfics]

Hi M! So for drabble night i was wondering a deanxreader where they're not together yet but dean gets jealous? (need me some jealous dean tonight) idk angst and fluff i miss dean so much :( i hope you have a fantastic day 💕

@dont-give-a-bother I adore Dean so much. Thanks for the request! I hope you’re having a lovely day yourself :)

Dean slides his phone into his back pocket as he approaches the flickering neon sign. His muscles ache and the hunt earlier took a lot out of him, but you invited him to the bar, so to the bar he’s going.

The stench of alcohol and sweat washes over him as he yanks open the creaky door to the bar. A festering hole, the place you’d chosen. His eyes sweep over the crowd inside. Definitely not the best bar he’s ever been in. He takes a deep breath; you chose this. He’ll deal with it.

You’re sitting at the bar, a beer already in your hand, foot tapping along to the beat of the song playing from the jukebox. You’re a sight to see with your hair tied up and your head tilted back, lips curved around the rim of the amber bottle. Dean lingers by the door, watching you have a moment of peace as you laugh at something the bartender says and set the bottle back on the bar. He can’t help himself as a smile nudges the corners of his lips up. You’re beautiful, a wonder in the hell sentence of a life he lives. The feeling, this – this adoration of everything you do – wasn’t supposed to happen, yet here he stands, wondering as he watches you take another drink whether you’ve noticed how he tends to step toward you during hunts, to stick by your side in places like these.

He shifts his weight, wondering if he should say something tonight, ask you if this feeling is mutual, if maybe you could care for him the way he does for you.

A beat passes, then two, and Dean makes his decision. No. You deserve better. That doesn’t mean you can’t have a drink together, though.

Making his way through the hazy air, he falls into the open stool next to you.  “Hell of a place you picked.”

You grin at him and his heart replies, beating faster. Shit.

“Well, not all of us have been to every bar in the states.”

“Never been here before.” He glances around. “Thank god.”

“Shut up and get yourself something to drink, Winchester, or I’ll order for you. I know how you love the fruity drinks.”

He snorts and waves the bartender down, hyperaware of your arm when it brushes his.  And when you reach for a handful of peanuts from the bowl near him, he pictures for only a moment placing a kiss against the top of your head. It would seem so natural, so right, but he contains himself, just leans back and rolls his eyes.

“It wouldn’t kill you to say excuse me.”

“Oh, please,” you say, popping a peanut in your mouth, “this coming from the man who’s never said thank you in his life.”

“I save people. They owe me a thank you.”

“So full of yourself.” You glance across the room, stiffening suddenly.

“Hey, what is it?”

“Black eyes.”

A flash of panic shoots through him. He reaches for his gun instinctively, half standing as he scans the room. “Where?”

The word hangs in the air unanswered. You’re gone from your stool, bottle rattling around on the bar. Dean cusses, hand in his pocket as he looks through the faces in the room, trying to find yours.

You reappear in front of him, dragging a man behind you. “This is Dean. Dean, meet my friend, Isaac.”

Dean’s heart slams against his ribs as he takes in the man standing in front of him. “What?”

“I met him on a hunt a few months ago. He only hunts demons, so we call him Black Eyes.”

Dean glances at him again, taking in his solid build. “So there’s no demon?”

You don’t hear him, though, as Isaac tugs you to his side, whispering some inside joke that has you laughing.

Dean watches the two of you interact, realizing that he has no chance. You’re obviously taken with this man. He struggles to hold his temper as you continue chattering away with the stranger. There’s no reason to be here, not anymore.

Dean turns.

You call out for him. “Where are you going?”

“To the motel.” Dean doesn’t stop walking even when you walk to his side and tug on his arm.

“Why? You just got here.”

“Yeah, well, something came up.”

“Is it Sam?”

Dean cracks his neck. “No.”

“Feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Then where are you going?”

He spins. “I’m going back to the room, okay? Is that fine with you, or do you want to invite your boyfriend there, too?”

You step back, stunned by the anger in Dean’s voice. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, Mr. black eyes over there. Why don’t you just invite him back to your room?”

“Dean, what the hell is your problem?”

Dean runs a hand over his face. “You want to know what my problem?”

“Yeah.” You cross your arms over your chest.

He points at you, nostrils flaring. “My problem is that I love you, okay?”

His words hit him a second after he says them. You stare at him, eyes wide.

He shakes his head. “Forget it all. Have a nice night.” He spins on his feet and storms from the bar, shoulders drooping as he paces down the street.

You catch up with him halfway down the block, yanking on his bicep. “You can’t just say that and walk away.”

He grits his teeth. “I told you to forget it.”

You don’t bother responding to that, though, don’t even seem to bother to process the words as you search his face, hand still on his arm. “Did you mean it?”

He doesn’t answer as he takes in your urgent tone and the way your hand grips his arm.

“Dean.” The word’s sharp. “Did you mean what you said?”

He lets one more moment pass before he opens his mouth. “Yes.”

His entire self hangs on the line as you stare at him. Time has frozen, has wrapped itself up so that only the two of you stand on that sidewalk under the moon, so that nothing moves until you do.

“Thank god.”

He swallows the knot in his throat, not wanting to believe what he thinks he heard. “What?”

“I love you too, you dope.”

Dean refuses to believe it, refuses to let himself hope that you actually mean it. This must be a dream, a hallucination, a djinn’s doing. This can’t be reality.

But then you throw your arms around his neck and hold him tight, and he knows. As he hugs you back, still trying to process what happened, he knows this is real.

He can’t help the tear of joy that appears in the corner of his eye.

His next sentence is a whisper that’s half to you, half to the universe.

“Thank you.”

[fallenangelspnfanfic]

I will survive, Part 1

*piano’s playing in the background*

At first I was afraid, I was petrified, kept thinking I could never live without you by my side…

“You sure Charlie told ya to meet her here Sammy?” Dean scoffed. “Pretty sure yeah Dean. It’s the only bar in the area named the mellow melody. Charlie said she would be pretty hard to miss.” “I’ll take us something to forget we’re stuck in a stupid karaoke bar, go take us a booth Sammy.”

Well now go, walk out the door, just turn around now ‘cause you’re not welcome anymore.

“Charlie, what kind of mess did you bring us into now?” Deans sighed waiting for his order. He turns around to take a look on the stage, where the singer was more than ever into her song, gesturing and all. “She’s kinda hot though” Dean thought with a smirk. “I wouldn’t try her my man.” the bartender says while pouring the dark liquor into shot glasses looking at Dean as if he knew what he was thinking of. “She’s one of the kind you don’t wanna mess with, y’know.” the bartender made circles with his finger while pointing on this side of his head. “Ah yeah, well anyway Gloria Gaynor isn’t really my style.” Dean answered while taking the two beers and the shots to the booth where his brother was.

“I don’t know Dean, I don’t think she’s here yet, I don’t see anyone that fits her profile, we should wait and check around for a while.” “Awww Sammy, just say it already. I know you, go for it brother. Climb on the stage and show all the people your beautiful voice.” Dean mocked

the song finished, the girl that was on stage climbed off and went to the bar. Two drunk guys came on the stage and the song Black Betty by Spiderbait started to play.

“DON’T you fucking touch me old man” the ex-singer shouted to the man perched on her shoulder. “C’mon darling you’ve been alone all night don’t you want some company” he says patting her hair. “That’s it.” The girl took the man’s arm and twisted it around so he would now be faced down on the bar counter. He couldn’t move, otherwise he would break his arm. “I said, don’t fucking touch me, asshole.” A crowd of people was now around the bar and it took Sam’s attention, Dean still listening to the two morons doing their show on stage. “Dean, check this out.” Sam elbowed his older brother.

“Hey hey hey, darling that’s my friend’s arm you’re messing with, I suggest you take it easy now.” A tall bearded guy that looked like a biker said with a threatening voice. “You want some too Gandalf?” the girl scoffed. “Well why don’t you come and get your friend back?” The biker pushed the girl taking his friend’s arm off of her. While stepping back, the girl took a jug of beer and splashed it in the face of the bearded man. “You disrespecting whore” he said while bringing a hand to wipe the beer off his face. His hand didn’t get the chance to get to his face because the girl punched him right on the nose. He took his hand to his nose realising his was bleeding, he took a step back to punch back the girl, who was already behind him, dodging his arm. She kicked him onto the bar. “That’s all you’ve got big guy?”

“And that’s all for tonight” Dean took the girl’s arm behind her back. Sam was apologizing to the men, while Dean was bringing the girl out of the building. “Get off me, get off me I said!” the girl was debating in Dean strong grip. “Y/N? Would you calm down please?” Dean managed to say while trying to remaining you in his arms. “Who the fuck told you my name Ken doll?” you lashed out. Sam was on his way to join you near to the Impala, you stopped moving realising who you were with. Dean’s grip loosen seeing you calmed down.

“Ah, Winchesters.”

Alright this is a small preview of what my story’s gonna look like! Give me feedbacks please, and I should let you guys know that English isn’t my first language! This is going to be a serie, DeanxReader CasxReader even maybe a little SamxReader.

[sassy-losechester]

Before You Go

Characters: DeanxReader

Words: 700 

A/N: Welp, I was going for cute and fluffy but it didn’t go quiet that way. 

Hunting had become the way you relaxed. You had gotten into it right after you graduated from high school. It was a poltergeist that cause you to become a hunter. Working as a bartender you were telling a patron about how you thought your house was haunted. Little did you know that you were talking to a hunter and he had been the one to get rid of the spirit haunting your parent’s house.

For a few years you worked beside Doug learning everything about the trade, he had been killed by a ghoul right after the two of you decided to go separate ways. After that you vowed to yourself to not hunt with another person again because the heart ache of losing someone that close to you had broken you. Little did you know when you ended up working a case with Dean Winchester that everything would change.

It took over a year for you to admit to just yourself that you had a crush on the man. Although the two of you only saw each other every few weeks, working a hunt together, you talked to each other often. Sometimes it was just asking about lore but the moments that stuck were just the calls catching up with each other.

Years passed that way, keeping your growing feelings for Dean suppressed, because you didn’t want to mess up the friendship you had with him and telling him about your feelings could potentially destroy everything.

It wasn’t until 2006 that everything changed drastically. You, Sam, and Dean had ended up at Bobby’s house, you needed to do some research on vampires and the guys had been doing research of their own.

Sitting on the steps with a cold beer in your hand and the cooler to your left you looked up at the stars searching for constellations.

“Care to share?”

Snapping you out of your stare, “Uh yeah,” fumbling to open the cooler you heard Dean laugh at you, “Here ya go.”

“Thanks,” He expertly popped the top from the bottle and took a long drink from the beverage. Silence fell between the two of you.

A few more beers later and plenty of small chat that came with drinking alcohol, Dean hadn’t said much just nodding in agreement with everything you said, “Dean, you’ve gotten all quiet on me. What’s going on in that noggin of yours?”  

“Just thinking about the last hunt Sammy and I were on.”

“Bullshit.”

Dean looked at you shocked, his eye widened in surprise.

Moving your body to look at him square in the eyes you could tell he was lying to you, “What is it? Ever since the beginning of summer you’ve been acting like – well not like yourself. So, what is it?” Dean stayed quiet staring at the bottle in his hands, “You’ve known me for how many years Dean, I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.”

“I didn’t want you to know, Y/N,” he began taking small glances looking up at you, “I’m…I’m going to hell, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his confession. You were fairly certain that you were going to hell also, you weren’t the best Christian ever and did probably sinned too much for God to care about you. You didn’t understand why he was so upset over this unless, you gasped at the realization almost dropping your own beer bottle, “Dean…Dean did you, did you sell your soul?”

Him not answering was a good enough answer to you. Dropping your bottle, you wrapped your arms around him squeezing him tight, “How long?”

He was hesitant to tell you as he broke off the hug, “One year.”

A year, one year, 365 days. Your mouth hung slightly open in shock. This was not what you were expecting. This was Dean, he couldn’t die, he just couldn’t.

“Sammy, you know what was happening with him, and Azazel took him and—“

“You don’t have to tell me, Dean,” You said cutting him off, he nodded his head and silently moved giving you a hug.

You weren’t going to let go of Dean until he let go of you, sitting in silence for several minutes you almost missed him speak he was talking to soft, “I love you, Y/N,” your breath caught hearing this. This didn’t seem real, it couldn’t be, “I love you too, Dean.”

Breaking away from his grasp you looked into his green eyes, they had lost all brightness they once held, “I’m here for you, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you don’t go to hell. I can’t have you go, I, I just can’t.” 

He remained silent as you spoke instead he leaned forward his hand reaching around to the base of your skull and pulled you forward to his. Your lips met and it was everything that you had imagined for years, “I need you, Y/N, I’m going to hell and I just need you by my side until that happens.” 

Nodding your head in agreement you knew that you would be setting yourself for another heartbreak. 

[imagining-supernatural]

DeanxReader Oneshot Masterlist

( * means this one has been translated into Spanish)

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~*Bitter – High School aged reader helps Dean solve her parents’ murders, and Dean tries to help her grieve (angst & fluffish)

~*Twenty-One – On your 21st birthday, you celebrate at the bar, but after a few drinks you accidentally let a little secret slip. Sam and Dean might not be able to get over it, and you might have just lost your best friends (angst & fluff)

~*Wingmen – High School AU where Dean gets jealous of all of the dates you’ve been going on (implied smut)

~*Dean’s Stupid Face – Dean can’t speak, so he keeps making stupid faces instead. (Pure fluff!)

*Break On Me – You are having a horrible day and Dean drives over five hours to be there for you (angst)

~*Ex To See – There’s a hunt in your old hometown where you run into your ex. Instead of being the mature adult that you are, you start reverting back to your petty high school self. (fluff)

*Rodeo Hospital – A hunt brings you and the Winchesters together, Dean ends up in the hospital, and angst abounds

*Sit Talking Up All Night – You and your boyfriend are drifting apart, and all it takes is one night and a heart to heart to start fixing the relationship (fluff & angst)

*Hairy Situation – Dean constantly makes fun of your short hair, and on one hunt you get so fed up that you start arguing with him in a coat closet and… well… it’s a coat closet. I think y’all know where this is going ;)

High Noon July Guy – Dean comes into the diner where you work and gets an instant crush on you (fluff)

Waiting – Dean distracts you from your anxious waiting for news from your publisher by teaching you to change the oil in Baby (fluff)

The Bag Man – You speak multiple languages, which often comes in handy on cases (the end is super fluffy, guys. Just sayin…)

~*Notes – CoffeeShop!AU, Barista!Dean, Artist!Reader… need I say more? (FLUFF)

Life Among The Strings – You call Dean in to help with a ghost in your apartment, and he isn’t about to say no to hearing you play violin again (implied smut)

*Away From Redemption – After Swan Song, you help Dean get his drunk ass into bed, but you are both lost in your own pits of depression for this arrangement to last very long (Super Angst)

Love Hurts – The reader is in love with Dean, but knows that he’ll never feel the same way, especially with the feelings he’s fighting about Amara. (Episode 11x13)

*12x02: Mamma Mia – You tell Dean that you’re leaving after you get Sam back, but Dean doesn’t want you to (angst)

*12x03: The Foundry – You comfort Mary, Sam, and Dean all separately after Mary leaves the Bunker (angst)

*Humor Me – After you nearly die, Dean goes into Super Overprotective Boyfriend Mode (fluff)

Break Up With Him – Dean calls you while you’re on a date with your boyfriend and tells you that he loves you (fluff)

*Lego Castle – You come home from a hunt with Sam to find that Dean spoiled your daughter like crazy while you were gone (fluff)

We Survive – You and Dean resolve to keep going on after nearly everyone you’ve ever loved has died (angst)

*Headless Bodies and Bodiless Heads – You mean the middle of a vampire nest isn’t the best place for Dean to declare his love for you? (fluff)

Well-Oiled Hunting Machine – After noticing Dean slipping up on hunts, you think your bad hunting skills have a negative effect on him, so you try to leave (angst)

I Don’t Want To Ruin That – College AU where you’ve been pushing Dean away because of your feelings for him (angst ish? Fluff ish?)

*How Many Tennis Balls? – Dean is too damn adorable and it’s not helping you prepare for your grad school interview (FLUFF)

~*You’re Not There – Dean thinks through memories of you and the impact you had on his life (angst, fluff, implied smut)

*Deliberate Beauty of Humanity – Angel!Reader and Dean cuddling and ticklish wings and it’s hot and beautiful and fluffy and implied smut and wonderful

*252: Break Myself – Dean needs your comfort, but when he shows up on your porch, he finds out that you’re dating someone (angst)

*423: Contagious – After breaking up with you to protect you from his life, Dean is a dark storm cloud (angst with a hopeful ending)

*548: Down With Me – Just a glimpse of a woman in an bar gives Dean strange visions of a future with her (fluff)

*Jealous!Dean Imagine – Imagine when someone flirts with you, and Dean pulls you into his lap to show that you’re his (FLUFF)

*672: Fifteen – You get brought into the police station for a murder you didn’t commit, and who shows up but your high school crush who broke your heart, pretending he’s FBI?

*26: Alive [Acoustic] – Dean was the first one to say “I Love You.” (Fluff)

*1999: Somebody Told Me – Dean heads off on a hunt by himself to get his head on straight, but you aren’t letting him go without telling you what’s been up with him lately (fluff)

*12x13: Family Feud – You and Dean are fighting over… something… but the events with Gavin and Fiona make you realize that you don’t want to fight with him anymore (angst)

*The Other Side of the Bar – Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.” (FLUFF)

The Edge of Possibility – This is your last night with Dean before he heads off to find his own way in life (bittersweet angst)

~*2571: “4:12″ – You’re having a existential crisis about how nonsensical life is and Dean talks you down from throwing away all of your art

*12x17: The British Invasion – Ketch gets on your nerves, Eileen is your awesome new friend, you tease Sam about Eileen, and Dean is an awesome boyfriend. (this summary sucks, but the fic doesn’t, I promise)

What A Weird Hunt – Sam gets bit by a bewitched lamp, and Dean bursts in after the fighting with a giant box of condoms (fluff)

You’re a Freaking Badass – After dealing with annoying people at the third wedding reception in a month, you vent to Dean about societal expecations (fluff)

~Bitch, I Might Be – Classic “Dean helps Reader sleep” plot (FLUFF)

~*Should’ve Gone To Voicemail – You wake up with a giant hangover and a phone call from a very irate ex-boyfriend (Crack)

~*Roll With It – After drunkenly asking Dean to become your housewife and telling him that you deserve kisses every day, you have to deal with him the next day to return his jacket (FLUFF)

~*Ineffable – in·ef·fa·ble - adjective - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.  (Implied smut)

~*When A Clock Stops – You have to end things with Dean now that you’re engaged to someone else (Angst, implied smut)

*Takes One To Know One – You’ve been going through a sex-drought recently, and Dean, your best friend, is starting to look a little too tempting. In order to not ruin your friendship, you head to the bar to find someone to break your dry spell

*Dress – Dean and the reader have a conversation about how women buy dresses with the intention of someone taking it off of them just before she leaves for a date. (implied smut)

~*Fibonacci Demons – In therapy, the reader reminiscences about how Dean has helped her want to get better and beat her demons. (detached angst)

A Hell of an Offer – Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” (Fluff)  

*Wine, Memories, and a Dance – It’s the reader’s first Valentine’s day without her father and Dean spends it with her (Flangst)

Heat of the Moment – The reader and Sam confront Dean after Jack tells them that Dean said he would kill Jack (Rewrite of the last scene in 13x03) (angst)

*The Unexpected – Dean expects a normal quiet morning with his neighbor, but is surprised when her apartment is teeming with people and life and the kind of life he never imagined she’d be a part of

*12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes – Dean heads off to help Max and Alicia right after the reader dumps a big surprise on him

*Hot Mama – After a conversation with Dean about Thor, he decides to tag along to the store with you and have some fun (Fluffy husband!Dean x Pregnant!Reader)

~*Ever Since –  A cute little fluffy drabble based on the song Sleeping Beauty by Dylan Scott (FLUFF!!)

*She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie – Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott (Fluff)

*Grand Canyon Kisses –  Heard you wanted a cavity inducing drabble based on the song Back by Dylan Scott (FLUFF)

*Our Own Little Secret – Tossing a fun little drabble your way based on the song Freak Show by Dylan Scott (implied smut)

*A Couple Of Them Beer Buddies – Enjoy a domestic little drabble based on the song Beer Buddies by Dylan Scott

*Crazy As You Want To Be – Did someone order a cute, domestic drabble based on the song Crazy Over Me by Dylan Scott?

*Pistols and Promises – Some idiot demons think threatening Dean’s girl is a smart idea

Breaking Rules -- Friends-with-benefits to lovers

Once In A Lifetime -- Dean remembers the first night he met you

The Books -  You come back from a hunt to overhear Sam and Dean talking about the Supernatural books… which you have become a part of.

Multitasking - Dean’s daughter goes off on her first hunt without him and he is a mess

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SPN Au & Trope Bingo Masterlist.

Winter dance. - Primary school teacher!Dean. - DeanxReader

Full body blush. - Art teacher!Dean. - DeanxReader

A Masterpiece. - Art teacher!Sam - SamxReader

You daft fool. - Author!Jensen. - JensenxReader

A whole new heart. - zookeeper!Dean. - DeanxReader

The price of a steak dinner. - Nurse!Jared. - JaredxReader

I Quit. - Director!Dean - DeanxReader

I like you. - Receptionist!Sam - SamxReader

Taxi!. - Taxi driver!Jared - JaredxReader

People mostly call me Red. - Werewolf!AU - GarthxReader, Destiel.

The wedding is off!. - Chef!Jensen - N/A

Golden wings. - Copywriter!Dean. - N/A

Dean Winchester. - Interior Designer!Sam - SamxReader

The Kingdom of Rheged. - Historian!Jensen. - N/A

A song of longing. - Merpeople!AU. - SamxReader, DeanxReader

Fundraiser. - Fashion Designer!Jared. - JaredxReader

The great brochure exchange. - Entrepreneur!Jensen.- JensenxReader

I owe you one for this. - Copywriter!Jared (Addition to The great brochure exchange). - N/A

The final show. - Theater Manager!Jared - N/A

Class is canceled. - Free square (Part 2 for Fully Body Blush) - DeanxReader

A Chambermaid, a Fool, and a Prince. - Prince!Jensen - JaredxReader, JensenxReader

This is Vegas, baby. - Show business! AU - SamxReader

Rough morning?. -Professor!Sam - SamxReader

Dean Winchester complicates things. - Bartender!Sam - SamxReader, DeanxReader

My Hero. - Director!Sam - N/A