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dragjunkie23 · 1 year ago

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You’re Mine and No One Else’s

Sam Wimchester x female reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: Posessiveness, jealousy, praise degradation, some good filthy smut with a dash of fluff

When a girl flirts with Sam, you finally decide to make a move and remind him who he belongs to

Another hunt down. Sam, Dean and myself were having a few drinks to wind down a bit (well, I was drinking soda while Sam drank one beer. Dean was the one with the drinking).

I met the both of them a few years ago when I was hunting a vampire’s nest in my hometown. Since then, I’ve joined them everywhere I went as I really had no family nor friends that knew about this world, and I wanted to keep it that way. Dean became like an older brother to me, while Sam…well, Sam was special, but no matter how many hints I gave, he seemed oblivious or not interested, which stung.

However, tonight I was finally going to be direct with him, but not in a way I thought I was going to. I went to the bathroom real quick and when exiting, I found a woman next to Sam who was a little too close for my liking. She began to stroke his arm a bit and what looked to be eye fucking. The worst part was that Sam didn’t push away.

In fact, he was enjoying it a bit.

I began to see a little bit of red as I stormed over. Both men saw me and immediately looked panicked when they saw how I looked. I grabbed Sam by the arm and tugged a bit.

“We’re leaving,” I said.

He looked confused when I said that. “Wha…(Y/N) we just…”

“No, we’re leaving.”

Sam looked a little annoyed by what I said but got up anyways and went out the door. I looked at Dean who looked stunned at my sudden forwardness. I gave him a little smirk and raised my eyebrows, which got him to grin.

“Got get em. I’ll be somewhere else tonight.”

I smiled and went out the door, looking for Sam. He was by the Impala looking rather pissed off. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I was feeling a mix of jealousy and horny. Who knew Sam getting hit on would be the key to get me going?

“You let that woman get a little too close to you there,” I said.

“Yeah? And why does it bother you so much?” he snarled.

“You know better than to flirt with other women when I’m around, Winchester.”

His pissed off look morphed into confusion. He still was lost so I guess I should spell it out for him.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. Did you really not see the hints I was giving you? The little touches, the constant smiling and giggling, the moments I would get you alone with me to ‘research?’ Did you not see any of that?”

He just stared at me, thinking of his next move. I was about to apologize for my forwardness when all of the sudden, he pulled me in a bit, smashing his lips against mine. I gladly kissed him back, thinking that it’s about fucking time.

So he really was just clueless on my hints.

We pulled away to catch our breaths. Giving him a little smile, I said, “You know…Dean is gonna be staying the night somewhere else…shame if we waste this opportunity.”

Sam grinned widely at me. “Then let’s get going.”

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The moment we got back to our motel room, Sam slammed me against the wall, kissing me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his boner rub up agaist my clothed cunt, both of us moaning loudly.

Sam carried me right to the bed, unbuttoning his flannel as I took off my t shirt and bra. God, his body was gorgeous. I wanted to feel his skin on mine so badly. As if he read my mind, he got on top of me and went back to kissing me before moving to my neck, giving little bites here and there.

“Sam…you have no idea…how much…I wanted this…” I moaned out.

“I’ve wanted this for so long as well,” he said, “God it’s been so hard to contain myself when you’re in the room, but I couldn’t make that first step.”

He stopped biting my neck and began to kiss my shoulders.

“You..really didn’t know that I…?” I asked.

He looked at me with a smile. “(Y/N)…I would figure by now you would know how clueless I am.”

“You certainly aren’t acting like someone who is clueless,” I teased.

I grabbed him by the hair, pulling him down for another kiss. His one hand managed to unbutton my jeans as I kicked them off.

“Why didn’t you tell me before hand?” he asked.

Sam looked me in the eyes, stroking my bare skin while I laid my hand on his cheek, slowly running it on his muscular arms. “Well…I guess I’m just as clueless as you are. I either thought you were oblivious or not interested in me.”

“Yet it took for some woman to hit on me for you to finally say something,” he joked.

“Be real…you found it rather hot when I took control.”

He bit hit lower lip, looking at me up and down. “Well, it’s my turn to take control now.”

He kissed me aggressively, hand reaching down to where my wet cunt was. I wasn’t wearing any underwear thank God. He started slow, only rubbing my clit a bit in small circles. I started to pant and broke the kiss, him now putting the focus on my neck as my legs wrapped around him a bit. Soon, one of his fingers entered me and I swore I could finish right then and there.

He thrusted his finger in and out while nibbling on my ear. I whined when he pulled out but he quickly went down in between my legs, eating me out like I was his final meal.

“God!” I cried out.

He just moaned in response, putting two fingers inside me. While this was great, I wanted to try something else. I pulled his head up, getting him to look at me.

“I wanna sit on your face,” I said.

His eyes grew wide at this request but it quickly turned into a a grin. He quickly laid on his back, crocking his finger at me to come over. I obliged, crawling up to him and slowly sitting down on his face.

He didn’t hesitate and went right back to work. This was so sudden but this felt so much better. I began to grind a bit on his face, his nose on my clit as he thrusted his tongue in and out of me. Sam’s hands immediately went to my ass, groping them and giving my cheeks a little smack.

I felt like a goddess, the most beautiful woman on Earth, and Sam was worshipping every part of my body. I never felt this way before as many past flings would just cut right to the chase. Not Sam. He was making sure to love every inch of my body and taking care of my desires while also fulfilling his.

I finally came, my body giving out as I screamed Sam’s name. I did my best to catch my breath while he helped me get off his face and laid me down on my back. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but he just laid on his one side, holding me close and giving me some kisses on my neck and cheek, running his hand up and down my body to help me get back down to Earth. “You okay, baby girl?”

I smiled. “I feel great,” I said.

He smiled back at me, planting a kiss on my cheek and began to take his pants off. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I asked.

“No, I’m fine. I need to be inside you right now.”

After discarding his pants, he went over to his suitcase to grab a condom. I sat up a bit on the bed, legs spread wide while also touching myself a bit to get me going again. Sam just smirked at me as he rolled the condom onto his cock, getting back on top of me and kissing me hard.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” he asked.

“Wanted to get myself more worked up,” I said with a smile.

Sam buried his face into my neck as he slowly entered me. It took me a second to adjust to his size but once I was comfortable, I told him to move. He started a little slow, which was getting a little on my nerves. Grabbing his hair, I pulled him away from my neck and hissed, “Harder.”

He searched for any hesitation from me and when he didn’t see it, he kissed me roughly again and picked up my legs a bit, having me wrap the around his waist as he went faster and harder.

He broke the kiss to watch me come undone. “That’s right. Take me like a good girl…”

“Sam…make me your good little slut…please…”

“Oh, someone likes a little degrading, I see. Such filthy words coming out of your mouth…trust me, you are my good little slut.”

He kissed me again as the bed began to creek and bang up against the wall a bit. I know some poor people next to us may not be getting some sleep tonight, but this felt too good to care.

He was hitting me in all the right places, circling my clit to help me get back on my high faster, and I was close.

“Sam…fuck…I’m coming…”

“Do it…scream my name again, baby girl. Let everyone know that you’re mine like you said.”

“I’m…I’m yours…”

“And I’m yours…”

Finally, my orgasm reached to new heights as I screamed out Sam’s name, my back arching in bliss before finally coming back down. He continued to thrust in me a few more times before finally finishing, groaning in my ear and collapsing a bit on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck a bit as I stroked his hair while he came down from his high.

Once he finally pulled out, it was my turn to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be able to walk tomorrow after all we did.

Sam pulled me closer to him, my head lying on his chest as both arms wrapped around me, stroking my skin to help bring me back down to Earth. I smiled, feeling like I was in my own little world with Sam.

“Can I ask…when did you start gaining feelings for me?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Honestly, I always thought you were attractive when we first met. I think…when you became rather protective of the missing victims in that one case in Montana…it was so sweet and I began to see you differently. It showed how kind you are to others despite everything you’ve been through. It’s…difficult to do that when you’re a hunter, yet you managed.”

He kissed me on the forehead, causing me to melt on the inside a bit. God, this man knew how to turn me on and make me feel so many butterflies in my stomach like I was some kind of teenager again.

“When you saved Dean from the one demon…and put yourself at risk…I may have been annoyed by it, but that day was the day I realized that I could not imagine a life without you. I was scared of losing you. Saving my older brother, though…that did mean a lot to me in a way, and I’m sure it meant a lot to him as well.”

I smiled a bit. “That’s why you were so protective of me for the next few days…God I REALLY am clueless.”

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m the one that missed some cues.”

I smiled a bit, snuggling a bit closer to him as he held me close like a teddy bear. Soon, his soft snores filled the room, and it wasn’t long before I also fell asleep, having one of the best rested nights I had in forever.

#sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fluff #jealousy #i like it rough

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findafight · 2 years ago

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I am so mad at myself. After writing in the tags "#not spn au just supernatural ok OKAY" on my supernatural au/human Steve au post. I am cursed with thinking of a cw supernatural au for human Steve au. Horrible. My fantasy mechanics work different than the show but fuck it if I'm not thinking about John Winchester sidling up to Hawkins, two boys in the back of the impala, a couple weeks after spring break of '86. Comes in cocksure and confident. It's a small town, someone had to have seen something, even if they had a witchhunt for some poor sap.

He meets the newly reinstated chief of police, (unclear why he was removed if everybody he's talked to loves the guy, calls him a hero and all that shit) and asks about the deaths. John's had a few years to work out the kinks in getting law enforcement to tell him about the weird shit that happens so he's not too worried about this Hopper guy.

He walks into the office and, well. Chief Hopper looks like shit. Sunken cheeks and sallow skin, the guy looks like he escaped prison more than anything. But. John can be polite. He introduces himself. Tries to ask some...subtle questions.

Cheif Hopper isn't taking the bait. Keeps twitching his nose, brows drawing lower and lower. At some point, he leans towards John, and there's a brief, instinctual, second of fear that runs down his spine, before the chief shrugs. Says "I've gotta make a call. I think I know who you're looking for."

John isn't asked to leave the office so he doesn't, just listens as the phone rings.

Someone answers and the cheif says "it's Hop. We've got a...visitor at the station. Figured you'd like to talk to him."

Some talking on the other end. And Cheif Hopper, who has, the entire time John has been in Hawkins, looked no more than fifteen seconds away from growling, huffs a laugh.

"seriously Harrington, I'd say you're the one with the expertise this fella's looking for"

A pause, muffled noise.

"good. Drive safe out there, kid. Oh! And might want to bring that book of yours, hm? See you soon."

The two sit in silence. John feels like he should recognize the name Harrington, he's definitely heard it before, but can't place it for the life of him. The door of the office swings open, revealing a... Teenager.

The kid wears a pastel polo, hair coiffed, highwaisted jeans, and is carrying the largest book John Winchester has ever seen.

He plops it on the desk, Cheif Hopper shuffling papers aside.

"so," he says, pushing his hair back and placing hands on his hips, "why'd you need me to bring this fucking thing here for? Besides the shady looking guy, obviously."

Well. So much for convincing the kid he's from the feds, probably. Couldn't hurt

John shrugs. "I was just asking the Cheif here if he knew anything about those deaths. I'm with the FBI, and we want to get to the bottom of it, especially if that Munson is falsely accused."

Harrington's jam hangs open. Snaps shut. He turns to the Cheif, corner of his lips tugging up. "The. The government. Wants to know about the deaths."

The Cheif nods. "That's right, son. The FBI, here in our own little Hawkins."

The kid. The kid fucking giggles. "I see why you called."

"obviously. Guy's as subtle as a train."

And. What? How'd they figure him out so quickly? Who was this Harrington kid? What was that book he brought?

"listen, buddy, I get that you think your trying to help. I do." John is being condescended to by a fucking teenager. "But we've got it all sorted. Hawkins is fine." The kid pulls out a chair from the corner and sits on it backwards, leaning forwards against the backrest. "I am curious as to what you thought the killings were, though. Vampire? Demon? I don't think anything else would really fit the descriptions in the papers..."

And. Fuck. Did this kid know he was a Hunter? "How'd you know?"

The kid smirks. "I'm Steve Harrington." He sticks his hand out, for john to shake.

It seems rude not to, considering this kid and-and the goddamn Cheif of police in this Podunk Indiana town both clocked him as soon as he crossed town lines, probably. "John Winchester. Hunter."

Steve laughs. It's cold. "Yeah. I figured. I dunno if you're new to the game, mister Winchester, but I'm surprised you didn't recognize my last name. My parents seem to be pretty famous in you circles."

Shit. Bobby has mentioned notable hunters, and the Harringtons were definitely on the list. A hereditary family of hunters going back four generations, impressive for their career choice even without their rap sheet. And John's just met their fucking kid.

"don't worry about offending them, though. I guess I'm just here to tell you to get the fuck out of Hawkins." He says it with a board expression, as though this interaction is barely

"what?"

Steve blinks at him lazily. "Hawkins is my town. I know most hunters aren't exactly...territorial, but I am. The town is under my protection, and any and all other-natural occurences are my purview."

It's then that John realizes what the Cheif was doing earlier. The odd face he made. He'd been sniffing him. A goddamn werewolf. He stiffens. This was a trap.

"it's not a trap, mr. Winchester. You're free to go. But spread the word. Hunters aren't allowed in Hawkins. Roane county, actually. If I hear about a Hunter coming into my town for anything other than a fuel top-up, they'll regret it."

John is. He's furious at this fucking child who dare to-hes just letting the beasts run amok in town and preventing anyone from doing anything about.

Harrington stands, arms crossed.

"I'd better not hear whispers about Hawkins, either. It's my town. I'll handle it." He grins. Opens the door of the office. "And, you might want to double-check that the government hasn't already been through a town with a shitty cover story already, Mr. Winchester. Might break your cover." He waves with his fingers as John spins on his heel and avoid looking at the glares he's getting for half the folks in the station.

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Dean checks the address on a source he was directed to by the witnesses, a one Steve Harrington. He's on a solo Hunt now, since Sammy went off to college his dad had been...tighter. he knows he's not supposed to be in Hawkins, but he's not entirely sure why. No is really sure why, honestly, but it's well known in the Hunter grapevine that Hawkins and greater Roane county is taken care of.

Except, apparently, it isn't. Hence dean being here.

He knocks on the door, which swings open immediately to a thirty-something man who was already talking before the door was fully open, obviously not expecting a stranger.

"didn't know you actually knew how to kno- Winchester." And. Well. Fuck, right? How'd this random guy know dean? The man scowls. "I spoke to your father once. Told him to stay out of my town." He crosses his arms and raises a brow. "So. Want to explain why you're here? I've already handled the whole 'accidentally bewitching people situation, if that's what your wondering."

Dean...isn't actually sure what's happening."uh."

Steve Harrington scowls again. "Fine. Come in for coffee or tea or something. Relax for a goddamn second."

So, Dean sits and let's a cup of coffee be pushed into his hands. He doesn't drink it. Steve rolls his eyes.

"I didn't poison it, promise."

Which now makes Dean think maybe it was poisoned.

"hunters, all the fuckin same" Steve mumbles. Reaches over and plucks the coffee from Dean's hands and takes a swig before sliding it back between his palms. "There. Proof. You'll be fine."

Dean drinks, watches.

Steve watches back.

He sighs. "I'm sorry, about how you grew up."

"huh?"

Steve shakes his head. "Being the child of hunters. It's difficult. Lonely. I'm sorry you went through that."

Dean shrugs. "It's not so bad. Free as a bird."

Steve hums. Sips his own coffee. "Birds have flocks, or gaggles, or whatever other funny words we use to describe groups. Hunters..." He shrugs. "Not so much. Most fly solo or in pairs. Didn't you have a younger brother?"

"how did you-"

"I may not be nomadic, but I still have ears on the ground."

"huh. He went to college."

"ah. Getting out of the life. Good for him."

And suddenly Dean needs to get out. Can't stand this stranger who thinks he knows him, the way his eyes turn down, as though he's sad for Dean of all people. No. No. He needs to leave.

Harrington follows him to the door, leans on the frame as Dean stomps to the Impala. He turns around.

"i don't know what the fuck you think you're doing here, with those monsters on the loose. My dad told me about the wolves you're protecting that're infesting this place. They aren't pets you know. You need a fucking exterminator."

Steve shakes his head. "remember Dean. No hunters in Hawkins. Safe driving."

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Dean cannot believe they are going back to Hawkins of all godforsaken places.

Castiel sits beside him in the passenger seat, sam surrounded by papers in the backseat and it should be pleasant, easy and comfortable. But. But they're heading to Hawkins.

As soon as the cross city limits, Castiel cocks his head, interested.

"what is it?"

"I don't...know. something is different about this town."

From the back, Sam huffs. "Yeah, it's got a rogue hunter protecting all the monsters and ghouls."

Castiel hums. "I am not so sure he protects the same creatures you hunt..."

Dean sighs. Fucking great.

Eventually, they pull up to the same house he visited all the way back in '02, and Dean is...sort of nervous. He'd been told not to come back, but really...they needed help. Information. And Steve goddamn Harrington was the best bet they had of getting it.

He rings the doorbell. When it's answered, the door swings open to a man, middle-aged with long greying hair and-shit that's Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin. That's Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin answering Steve Harrington's door and calling,

"Steve, sugar, you've got some... specialty guests!" He turns back to them, smiling, and Dean is trying very hard to not make a fool of himself. Tries not to tell Eddie Munson ofcorrodedcoffin that his first album changed Dean's life. He's going to stick with biting his tongue and nodding. Following Sam and Cas I to the living room, sitting down on the couch. He's fine. He's got a job to do. He's a professional.

Sexy middle-aged men have no power over him. He leans into Cas' space slightly.

Harrington walks in, pecks eddiemunsonofcorrodedcoffin on the cheek, oh god, and sits down.

Dean immediately stands up.

"could I, uh, use your washroom?"

Steve blinks up at him, but nods, gestures to a hallway. Dean strides down and through an open door with the light on. He pulls the shower curtain away, an instinct to always check his surroundings, and immediately jumps back as a seal barks at him. He slams the door shut on his way out.

"there's, um. There's a seal in your bathtub. Sorry guys."

Neither Harrington nor Eddie Munson have normal reactions to this piece of news.

Eddie Munson flings his head back and laughs, hair wild around his head.

Steve Harrington sighs and punches the bridge of his nose.

"sorry about her. I said we'd go to lover's lake for a swim later but living in Chicago with lake Superior right there is really spoiling her."

"what"

"one second. Robin!" He yells down the hall. "We have guests! Be decent!"

A few moments of Eddie Munson giggling and Dean decidedly not staring at a metal legend and Steve muttering about seals and soulmates and being impatient pass, and a woman, around the same age as Munson and Harrington most likely, walks down the hall toweling off her hair. She tossed a coat at Harrington.

"oh" this is from Cas. "You are soulmates."

The woman laughs. "Yeah. Figured that one out over twenty years ago." She settle into Harrington's side. "What can we help you with?"

Sam, who is curious but can usually figure out how to ask the questions he wants with out, say, blurting what the fuck do you mean SOULMATES or why is Eddie Munson (of Corroded Coffin) here? And can I get his autograph? It's probably the law school training.

Eddie Munson leans down, covers his mouth with a ringed hand, and whispers into Harrington's ear. Harrington turns to Peck Eddie Munson on the lips and whisper something back, rejoining listening to Sam and Cas as thought they hadn't done whatever that was. Dean grips Cas coat.

All in all, it was actually a successful trip to Hawkins, though Steve give him the same warning when they leave, with very little explanation for it.

Hunters better stay the fuck out of his town.

#steddie #steve harrington #jim hopper #dean Winchester #john winchester #Eddie munson #robin Buckley #human steve au #spn human steve au #finda writes stuff #i cannot believe i wrote spn fic. what is happening #destiel #only hinted but you KNOW its there.#also yes dean does have a celeb crush on eddie OBVIOUSLY.#stranger things #finda's rambles #i just wanted steve telling john wimchester to gtfo of hawkins #snd here we are. deans bi panic in full effect #also should be noted eddie is 100% telling steve about the destiel pining

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