#dean × you

[7shadow7wolf7]

A HARD WAY

Synopsis - Few years ago you helped Winchester's brothers with a chase and ended up very close to them. Your relationship with Dean was 'will they or won't they' from beginning. You, in contrast with Dean, never were the person to go with the flow. So, when Dean sees an opportunity he takes it and maybe you will just let him.

Pairing - DeanWinchester x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Warnings - cursing, nudity, extortion, smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - This is my first post,so don't expect much. Also English isn't my first language and I'm apologize for mistakes. (I probably will mix British and American expressions).

Any feedback is immensely appreciated !! I am excited to share this with you.

I don't own picture or characters.

When Sam called me about hunt, I was glade. There is no way that I will ever say that at loud, but sometimes I miss things as they were. Helping people and well, Sam and Dean. But that case quickly remembered me why I took a break. Even though we ended up sawing little girl and boy, one life was lost. And I felt the weight of that on my shoulders, so when Sam suggested that I spend some time with them I immediately accepted.

That was three weeks ago. Everything was like before, except it wasn't. While I was at the break I made a whole new life, which I put on hold. My plan was to get back to it. I made that clear three weeks ago, but here I was...

It was my turn to get groceries and after I put them into theirs place I went in my room. The moment I stepped into room I knew somebody was in there. Everything was at the place, just not quite right. And there was only one person who would go through my stuff.

"DEAN!" I screamed as I went to the room next to mine. I opened door without knocking and Dean glanced at me from his bed for a second and then went back to his laptop. "Why the hell did you went through my stuff?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Well, how else am I supposed to find out what you are up to? You are refusing to talk about last year" he said while concentrating on his laptop.

"There's nothing to tell. I was living boring non-supernatural life" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as I lined at the door frame.

"Non-supernatural maybe, but boring - no. It looks to me like you had good time" he said still not looking at me.

"What are you talking about?" I said and then I realized. "What did you found?" I took a few steps towards him.

"Oh, you know just pictures" Dean said as he turned laptop so I can see screen.

Moment I looked at the screen I felt like air was knocked out of my chest. One of the boudoir pictures I took a few months ago was on Deans laptop. I couldn't seem to find the words as I looked at picture of me sitting naked on bed with a sheet cowering my private parts. I looked at Dean who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, that seemed to remind me how to talk. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you looked at this" I said as I tried to took his laptop away "I'm almost naked there!"

"I think you answered your own question" he said as he turn laptop away from me. "Beside that one is were vanilla, only thing I saw there is a little bit of sideboob" he said while doing something on laptop. "You see, this one is really doing it for me" he said showing me the photo of me standing Infront of window with my back turned to the camera, while sheet falled so the shade of my butt was clearly visible.

"Dean you are so dis-"

"This one is in my top three, I mean look at your face here" he interrupted me showing me another picture. "And this one because-"

"What's wrong with you?" I said as I got on the bed with my knees and took his laptop. "Why would you do something like that Dean?" I said as I started to deleted pictures.

"So, who was a lucky guy? I didn't take for a girl who sends nudes" Dean asked as he was leaning on headboard with his arms and leg crossed looking at me.

"I didn't do them for a guy I did them for myself" I said as I deleted last picture.

"I can respect that. I like the tough of being able to look at them 10 years from now" he said.

"Yeah, well you will never see them again" I stud up from bed when I catched that stupid smirk on his face. "You have copys?"

"Of course, I have copys" he waved a USB on a Scooby Doo pendat that I got for him.

"Dean!"

"Oh, c'mon I saw all of that before" he said uncrosing his arms "And well, my-"

"Give me that" I launched at him trying to take USB from him but he sat up, grabed my arms and pushed me onto the bed. "Dean, I need them back! I won't be able to sleep knowing that somebody has them" I said trying to move but he still holded me down.

He looked at my eyes for a few seconds as playfulness in them was replaced by disappointed. "What, you think I would show them to someone?" he asked looking away from me and letting go of my arms.

"Well, no... Actually I don't know you did took them from my laptop-"

"That's diferent, we had a thing for years. I wouldn't betrayed you like that" he said as he got up from bed. "Or maybe I'm wrong and this was onesided" now he was pacing around.

"You aren't wrong" I sat up. "You know that I don't trust, well anybody" that made him stop pacing as he looked at me.

His eyes darkened. "Let's make a deal" he said watching me as I putted my legs down. "You flash me and I will give you USB"

I looked at him for few second thinking that I heard wrong. "What?"

"You heard me. I had enough of you ignoring me. You flash me - and I don't mean 2 seconds but you know, really flash me - and I will give you USB" he took a few steps towards me.

"Don't be a idiot Dean" I said still in shock.

"C’mon, sweetheart. It's time to play by my rules" he said as he got even closer.

We hold eye contact for few seconds. Well, I did daydream about Dean for years, so why the hell not?

"Okay. Tits, right?" his eyes widened.

"Yeah..." he said in shock.

"No touching and you give me pictures back first. Deal?" I said giving him a hand.

He looked at me for a few seconds, still in shock, before he took my hand "Deal".

Part 1

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[strawlessandbraless]

Confess my love? The thing that killed my friend Castiel from Supernatural?

[faramirsonofgondor]

RIP Dean Winchester you would’ve loved watching Wolverine’s shirt explode to reveal his glistening abs in 3D.

[callisteios]

Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!

[whorrorfix]

bitches be like “he’s my comfort character” and it’s just some dude covered in blood

[castielsprostate]

having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

“dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

girl, what home

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[jellyfishhutcherson]

#NEEDTHAT

[mischieviem]

Sketch animation I did in one sitting

[thenameisgul]

Im convinced Cas pretends not to know certain human things to keep people he doesn’t like away

-like he somehow acquired and learned to use a cellphone all on his own and called Sam as early as season 5

-he learned to drive when he lost his wings

-his angel army had a whole control room setup and bartholomew’s facial recognition software did not phase him one bit

-he somehow found an exacto knife when he needed one and proceeded to carve sigils on his chest

-he managed to stay hidden from angels, demons, BMOL when on the run with Kelly

but the moment you need him to do something he doesn’t want to, he suddenly has no idea how the world works. he turns into a cute little meow meow who can barely tell you his own name. 10/10 the bastard is playing everyone all the time

[spn2006]

the fact that eric kripke isn't even christian really adds something to the way christianity is depicted on supernatural. because its really not about being christian at all, but about living in america, a country dominated by christianity, and having to decide for yourself how to handle that. faith is huge in supernatural, and the mythology of the show is very bible-centric, but notably, christ is never there. even sam, who starts out revering the angels, who once said he prays every night, doesn't actually call himself a christian or imply that he believes in jesus--the show is steeped in christianity and biblical lore and yet neither sam nor dean are christians. in fact, over and over again the church itself is depicted as a haunted house that sam and dean will only ever enter as strangers, as outsiders. priests, preachers, faith healers, chapels, crypts, etc. are all just iconography that create an intense sense of unease that sam and dean respond to instantly. as a jew, its very relatable. an essential part of living in america when you're not christian is that exact sense of unease, of knowing that the culture of your country has ensured that you'll get knocked over by christianity no matter where you go, that you'll see hundreds of people truly believing they're good people while doing awful things in the name of their god, and you have no choice but to confront that. kripke gets it

[strawlessandbraless]

When I see someone new to the Supernatural fandom spelling ‘Cas’ with the extra ‘S’

[faramirsonofgondor]

Needed to put this out there

[sunflowernovak]

slutted him out like this while saying he misses dean