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fatecantstopme · 1 year ago

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This Isn't Real

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: When you get kidnapped by a Djinn, Dean and Sam risk everything to save you.

Warnings: canon violence, talk of death, cursing. Shit ton of angst. Some fluff. SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V).

You woke up in an unfamiliar room as the sun began to peek through the curtains. Your eyes took a moment to adjust as you glanced around the room, desperately trying to remember where you were and how you got there.

Your mind flashed to a dark warehouse and vague memories of searching for something there, but the harder you tried to remember, the farther away those memories became.

You sat up with a groan and began to rub your temples. Where the hell am I?

You felt someone stir in the bed beside you and realized you weren't alone. You turned to look at the person, but you heard his voice before your brain could process what you were seeing.

"Hey baby, you okay?" he asked groggily.

"What?" you managed to croak out--shock settling into your bones as you stared at the man beside you.

He sat up, revealing his bare, toned, muscular chest. You looked away quickly, not wanting to be caught staring. Why the fuck am I in bed with Dean Winchester?

He touched your cheek and turned your head towards him. "You okay? I heard you groan."

"I--um...I'm fine," you stuttered. "What, uh--what happened last night?"

He raised his eyebrows as he regarded you. "We came home from the party early because you were feeling a little...frisky."

"Party?" you asked in confusion.

"Damn, baby, how much did you have to drink?" he asked with a chuckle.

Your face must have show how deeply confused you were, because he seemed to take pity on you.

"It was Sam's birthday party, babe. Remember? We came home, had some damn incredible sex, and fell asleep. Any of this ringing a bell?"

"Sam's birthday?" you muttered, then belatedly yelled, "WE HAD SEX?"

Dean laughed. "Girl, you gotta lay off the whiskey sours. They're messing with your memory." He kissed you on your forehead before dragging himself out of bed.

You were now faced with a very naked Dean Winchester and you averted your gaze out of habit.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Wanna join me?" he asked with a smirk.

"I...uh--I...not right now."

He looked a little crestfallen, but he simply shrugged. "Suit yourself."

As soon as he'd entered the bathroom, you jumped out of bed and looked around the room. Something had to be going on. Something insane. This wasn't real life--it couldn't be.

You glanced down at yourself and realized you were completely naked. You quickly threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before continuing your search around the room.

You saw a couple framed pictures sitting on the bureau near the bathroom door. You picked one up and felt your jaw drop. It was you and Dean on a beach. You grabbed the second one and found it was also of you and Dean, only this time you were apparently in Paris. The third and final picture was, of course, of you and Dean. It looked like some kind of park and he was on his knee in front of you, holding a small blue box in his hand.

You glanced at your left hand in disbelief, but there it was--a very large, very beautiful diamond ring. "We're engaged?" you mumbled in shock.

You set the picture down and collapsed onto the bed. Your mind was reeling and you had absolutely no memory of any of this.

You knew Dean--you'd known him for years--but you were just friends. You hunted together. That was all. Sure, you'd always liked him more than you should have, but he didn't reciprocate it. You certainly didn't wake up in the same bed, and you definitely weren't engaged to him.

When you woke up yesterday, you'd been in a motel room with Sam and Dean...you were hunting something. You closed your eyes and desperately tried to remember what it was. It was almost as if something was blocking that specific memory--no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't grasp it.

Dean appeared from the bathroom, clad in nothing but a towel around his waist. He saw you sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands. Concern knotted his eyebrows together and he immediately crossed the short distance between you.

"(Y/N/N)?" he asked softly when he reached your side.

You looked up at him and felt your heart skip a beat. He was beautiful and perfect...and it was downright offensive. How anyone could look that good was a mystery. An even bigger mystery was why in the hell he was engaged to you.

He knelt down in front of you and took your hands into his. You stared at them, feeling the warmth spread throughout your body.

"What's going on with you?" he asked gently.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked into his beautiful green ones. "I don't know where I am," you whispered. "I don't...I don't remember any of this. I--I don't think it's real."

Dean's face lit up in surprise. "What do you mean? Of course it's real." He squeezed your hands comfortingly. "Do you feel that, baby? I'm real and so are you."

"Then why can't I remember?"

He looked sad. "I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe you just need to give it a little time and then your memories will come back."

You shook your head. "I was in a motel yesterday. A motel with you and Sam. We were going hunting."

Dean looked confused. "Hunting? I've never been hunting and I'm pretty sure you haven't either. Are you sure that wasn't a dream?"

"It felt--real. It was real," you insisted.

"Okay," he said soothingly. "What makes you think that was real and this isn't?"

"I remember it," you whispered.

"And you don't remember our lives together," he finished softly.

You nodded.

He reached up and tucked a hair behind your ear. "I don't know why you can't remember, but I'll be damned if I don't help you figure it out."

He stood up. "Why don't we go see Sam? Maybe going to his house will jog your memory of last night?"

"Okay."

He grabbed your hand and helped you to your feet. "Let's get dressed, pretty girl. Everything's gonna be okay."

You nodded, feeling a little more confident that everything might really be okay.

**********

When Dean pulled up in front of Sam's house, you looked out the window, but didn't have any rush of memories. Nothing about it looked familiar.

Dean came around and opened the car door for you and took your hand as you stepped out. He watched your face for any sign of recognition, but he saw none.

"Come on, beautiful," he said gently, leading you to the front door.

A few moments after Dean rang the doorbell, Sam appeared at the door with a warm smile. "Hey guys! Come on in."

Dean led the way and you followed gratefully.

"So, uh...Dean mentioned you're having some memory problems?" Sam asked gently.

You nodded. "I--uh--I don't really remember much of anything really."

"Hmm," Sam hummed. "Sit. Let's talk."

You and Dean sat on the couch and Sam sat across from you on a chair. Dean explained the morning's events to his brother, while you sat quietly. There wasn't much more to say.

"So what do you remember?" Sam asked you.

"Hunting," you answered honestly. "I remember hunting with you and Dean. We've been doing it for years together."

"Hunting?" Sam asked in surprise. "We've never been hunting in our lives--and certainly not all together."

"Do you believe in ghosts?" you blurted.

Both men looked shocked. "I'm sorry, what?" Sam asked.

"Ghosts, goblins, ghouls, vampires, werewolves...all the things that go bump in the night. Do you believe in them?"

Sam and Dean exchanged worried looks. "No, (Y/N)...those are just stories," Dean said gently.

You sighed sadly. "That's what we hunt," you whispered so softly they almost didn't hear you.

"We hunt monsters?" Sam asked incredulously.

You just nodded, not trusting yourself to say anything else.

"Baby, that really does sound like a dream. An intense dream, perhaps, but a dream nonetheless," Dean said calmly.

"Then why does it feel so real?" you asked softly.

He looked sad. "I don't know, sweetheart. I really don't."

"What about right now?" Sam asked. "Does this feel real?"

You nodded.

"As real as hunting monsters?" he prodded.

You nodded again.

"Then why would you think this isn't real?"

"I guess I don't have a good answer for that," you admitted. "Hunting monsters does sound kinda crazy, doesn't it?"

Dean offered you a soft smile. "A little bit, baby. Especially for a lawyer, a mechanic, and a veterinarian."

Hearing the careers the three of you apparently had sparked another question in your mind. "Dean, how did we meet?"

"What?" he asked in surprise.

"How did we meet?"

"We met when Sam found that stray dog with the broken leg. He asked me to drive him to the nearest vet office...you happened to be the vet on duty that day."

You closed your eyes and tried desperately to remember meeting him, to no avail. You also couldn't remember veterinary school or even having a job at all.

"Hey, it's okay," Dean said sweetly, upon noticing your distress. "You don't have to remember right now."

Tears filled your eyes again, upset and ashamed at your inability to remember your life.

Dean wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. He kissed the top of your head and whispered, "Everything's okay, baby. I love you. You're safe."

You knew without a shadow of a doubt he was right about one thing--you were safe. You had never felt safer with anyone in your life than Dean Winchester and it didn't matter that you couldn't remember this reality...you still knew he would protect you with his life.

**********

Dean's POV:

It had been three hours since (Y/N) went missing and I was losing my mind. Sam and I had looked everywhere...we should have never let her wander off on her own.

My brother was clearly having similar thoughts as he said, "You shouldn't have let her go out there alone."

"Let her?" I asked in annoyance. "I didn't let her do anything. She got mad at me and stormed off. That's not my fault."

Sam glared at me. "You're the one who pissed her off and you didn't go after her."

I kicked a rock that was at my feet as hard as I could. I hated that he was right and I hated myself for upsetting her. I was terrified of what would happen if we didn't find her in time. "I know," I admitted softly.

Sam's expression softened. "We're gonna find her, Dean."

I looked up at him and sighed. "We've looked everywhere. It's like she just disappeared."

"She didn't just disappear. Something or someone took her."

"We've been in this town for 6 hours. It's not like we've pissed anyone off yet," I grumbled.

"Yeah, I know. Besides, (Y/N) could fight off most humans she came across..."

"She went looking for the Djinn, Sam. I just know it."

"Why would she do that on her own? She's not stupid."

I groaned loudly. "Because she had something to prove!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I was mad at her, okay? I was mad she was so reckless during our last hunt and I lashed out at her. I told her there was no way she could do this job without us, but we were perfectly capable of handling it on our own. I wanted her to stay at the motel while we took care of the Djinn."

"Dean, she saved your life!"

"I know!" I yelled. "I didn't ask her to do that! She could have died."

"That's the life, Dean. We all could die at any time."

I glared at him. "If she died saving me, I would never forgive myself. Never."

Sam sighed. He knew what I was trying to say without me having to say it. I wouldn't admit the truth and he knew it. "You should've known telling her she couldn't do something would make her want to do it."

I closed my eyes. "I'll regret it for the rest of my life, Sam."

Sam shook his head and opened the passenger door of the Impala. "You won't have to because we're going to find her."

I watched my brother get in the car and I took a deep breath. "I hope you're right," I whispered before getting into the car myself.

**********

It had been a couple days since you'd woken up in a strange place. You weren't sure why your memories were gone, but you'd started to feel comfortable. You'd settled easily into a routine, and those memories you'd had of hunting had begun to fade.

Dean had suggested you take some time off of work until you felt more comfortable...and perhaps your memories would return during that time. You'd taken his advice since you had zero memory of college and you didn't feel comfortable having animals' lives in your hands.

Dean had been the perfect boyfriend--fiancé. He was incredibly patient and sweet and it warmed your heart to know just how much he cared. Any time you forgot something that had happened, he would gently remind you about it without making you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable.

It surprised you to realize how deeply you cared for him--how much you truly loved him. He loved you, that much was clear, but you had yet to share those feelings with him. At least, not in your recollection.

You'd spent the day relaxing on your back deck with a good book. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt this happy. An hour before Dean would be home from work, you went inside and began preparing dinner. You wanted to make him something special as a thank you for being such a good partner.

You were standing in the kitchen finishing up dinner when Dean got home. He came into the room and inhaled deeply. "Smells amazing, babe. Whatcha making?"

You turned to him with a smile. "Lasagna."

He grinned. "I freaking love lasagna." He came over and kissed you softly. "And I love you."

You smiled warmly. "I love you too, Dean."

His beautiful green eyes lit up at your words. He stepped forward and pressed you up against the counter. His arms snaked around your waist and he kissed you deeply.

You squirmed a little when it became hard to breathe. Dean chuckled as he broke the kiss, allowing you to inhale rapidly.

"You're covered in grease and you're getting it on me," you teased. "Go shower and dinner will be ready by the time you're done."

He smiled and kissed you again. "Fine, fine. I'll shower." He stepped away from you and turned to go towards the bedroom.

"Oh, and Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I've got a surprise for dessert. I think you're gonna like it."

He grinned ear to ear. "Is it you?" he teased.

"Dean Winchester!" you yelled with a laugh. You threw a hand towel at him and he ran from the room to escape, laughing all the way to the bathroom.

You rolled your eyes and went back to finishing dinner. You also pulled a pie out of the fridge and set it on the counter to finish defrosting. You'd gone to the store earlier that day and picked up an apple pie--Dean's favorite.

15 minutes later, Dean came into the kitchen looking refreshed and clean. You were setting the table, so you told him to have a seat and you'd bring out the lasagna.

"Do you want a beer?" you called from the kitchen.

"Water's fine, babe," he called back.

You froze for a moment. In all the time you'd known Dean, he had never turned down a beer...certainly not in favor of water. A voice in your head was screaming that something wasn't right, but you ignored it. You shook your head to clear your mind and quickly poured him a glass of water instead.

The two of you ate dinner, enjoying each other's company. You listened to Dean talk about his day and he asked about yours. It all felt very mundane...very domesticated.

You kept a smile on your face throughout dinner, even though something was bothering you. You couldn't help but feel like you were meant for something more--like your life had a different purpose. Maybe you were just in your head too much since you weren't working at the moment. That had to be it...

"Sweetheart?" Dean asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"Hmm?" you hummed in response.

"You okay?"

You smiled. "I'm fine, Dean. I was just lost in thought."

His eyes scanned your face for a few moments, but he eventually smiled. You were doing a good job of hiding your thoughts from him, but you weren't sure if that was a good thing.

Once dinner was done, you began to clean up. Dean insisted on helping, which you appreciated. You kept him busy with packing the lasagna away in leftover containers so he wouldn't notice the pie on the other counter.

"Ready for dessert?" you asked sweetly.

He smiled. "Sure, baby. What'd you make?"

"I bought it, but I think you'll still like it. Go sit back down and I'll bring it out."

He nodded and went back to the dining room.

You cut a generous slice of the pie for him and a much smaller piece for yourself. Pie had never been your favorite dessert, but Dean loved pie more than he loved anything in this world. You didn't mind having something that wasn't your first choice because you knew it would make him happy.

You came into the dining room and placed the large slice in front of him before sitting down with your own.

He was quiet for a moment and you felt that same voice creeping into your head again. "Dean? It's apple pie..."

"Yeah, thanks (Y/N/N). Kind of a big piece though, don't you think?"

The voice in your head got a little louder. "Sure, but you never turn down a big piece of pie. I've seen you eat an entire pie before." You chuckled at the memory...except Dean looked different in your mind. Rougher, but somehow happier.

"I suppose you're right. I can make some room in my stomach for it. I guess I'm just not the biggest fan of apple pie."

You froze and the voice began screaming at you. SOMETHING IS WRONG! "Apple pie is your favorite," you said quietly.

His face changed as he looked at you. He smiled warmly and said, "You're right. It is my favorite. Thank you for thinking of me."

Your heart was beating so quickly you thought it might actually explode. The man in front of you had gone from 'not the biggest fan of apple pie' to 'apple pie is my favorite' in the span of 30 seconds.

In that moment everything changed. It was no longer just a voice inside your head screaming at you to leave...you realized it was your voice.

"This isn't real," you whispered.

"What'd you say, sweetheart?"

You looked up at Dean--the man wearing Dean's face. "None of this is real." You stood up. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

He sat there in shock as you rushed towards the door. You weren't exactly sure where you needed to go, but you had a feeling you would find it. You were out the door and running down the street before he even realized what had happened.

**********

Dean's POV:

"This is the last vacant warehouse in this godforsaken city and I swear to God if she's not here, I'm going to kill someone."

"Since I'm the only person here, maybe you don't kill anyone," Sam said calmly.

I glared at him, but didn't say anything. We'd been searching for hours and we hadn't found a damn thing. Not even a clue. This was a last ditch effort to find (Y/N) and I didn't know how I would handle it if she wasn't there. I wasn't sure I could handle it.

I parked the Impala a little ways away from the entrance to the warehouse, just in case the Djinn was there. I didn't want to tip it off. We grabbed our weapons from the trunk and headed inside.

We'd only been inside the building for a few minutes when I heard a sound that sent chills down my spine. It sounded like blood dripping and my only thought was of her before I took off running.

Had I been thinking rationally, I would have realized it was just the sound of water dripping onto the floor, but I was far past rational. There aren't many people in this world that I would die for, but (Y/N) was second on that list right after my brother. She didn't know it, but she meant the world to me. I had to find her--alive.

Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop. He gave me a look like I was being reckless, which I suppose I was. He pointed to a room up ahead that appeared to be dimly lit. He started walking towards it and gestured for me to follow.

The moment we turned that corner, my worst fears came to life. The only thing I saw was the woman I loved strung up from the ceiling by her wrists, feet barely touching the floor. She was extremely pale and I could see blood slowly draining from her body into an IV bag.

I moved towards her with a speed I didn't know I had. Terror filled my lungs as I reached for her, worried that I was too late. There was a lot of blood in that bag and I had no way of knowing how many had been filled already.

I touched her cheek with shaking hands and I whispered her name. My voice sounded foreign to my own ears as I begged her to wake up. I tried to feel for a pulse, but my hands were shaking too much to tell.

Sam came up beside me and pressed his fingers to her neck. I watched him in terrified silence, waiting for him to shatter my heart into a million pieces.

"She's alive," he whispered in relief.

My eyes widened in surprise and my heart practically flew out of my chest with joy. "We need to get her out of here," I whispered back as I unhooked the IV to stop the blood flow.

Suddenly, Sam went flying across the room and I turned around in surprise. I came face to face with the Djinn, who was reaching for me with blue electricity crackling from his fingertips. I ducked to avoid his hand and the fight began.

**********

You had no idea where you were going, but your feet were on a mission. You felt like you'd been walking for days, but in reality it had only been an hour or so. You belatedly realized you could have just stolen a car, but on the off chance you were wrong about all of this, you didn't want to commit a crime.

After almost two hours of walking, you found yourself standing in front of an old abandoned warehouse. Something about the imposing building felt strangely familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on why.

You entered the building cautiously, silently cursing yourself for not bringing anything that could be used as a weapon. You'd been so focused on getting away, that you hadn't done much--any--planning.

The building was dark and you didn't have a flashlight, but thankfully you'd had your phone in your pocket when you left the house, so you pulled it out to use the built in flashlight.

When you looked at the screen, you saw you had several missed calls and texts, mostly from Dean, but several from Sam as well. You ignored them both and turned on the flashlight.

You began to wander through the giant space, looking for something--anything--that felt out of place. It was a lot harder to find something when you had no idea what you were looking for.

After several minutes of wandering aimlessly, you noticed a room up ahead that appeared to be dimly lit. Well that's weird. You slowly made your way closer, trying to be as quiet as possible.

As you rounded the corner, everything changed. You nearly dropped your phone at the sight before you. You were hanging from the ceiling by your wrists, feet barely touching the ground, blood slowly filling an IV bag to your left.

In an instant, everything fell into place. Your memories--your real memories--flooded your mind. You remembered your argument with Dean and your foolish arrogance as you sought out the Djinn on your own. Clearly you'd been unsuccessful in your attempt to kill it--so here you were, trapped in a dream in your own mind while your body slowly died in the real world.

"(Y/N), stay," you heard Dean's voice say from behind you.

You turned to face him, knowing he wasn't real--he wasn't your Dean. "I can't...this isn't real."

"You're right. It's not. But it will feel real. You'll live out your whole life with me. We'll be happy and normal. Isn't that what you want?"

You thought about it for a moment. "No," you answered honestly. "I wasn't meant to be normal, to live a normal life. I'm a hunter...I save people. If that means I'll never be truly happy, if it means I'll die alone, then so be it. I can't stay here no matter how badly I want to...my real life is out there. The real you is out there."

"The real Dean doesn't love you the way I do."

Tears filled your eyes and you nodded. "I know...but at least he's real."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, desperately trying to wake up.

In the distance, you heard a voice yell your name. You focused on the voice, but you couldn't figure out whose it was. The voice begged you to wake up, to fight..."come back to me," it pleaded.

You began to sink into darkness, unsure of whether you were about to wake up or die. In the moments before the darkness overtook you, you realized who the voice belonged to. "Dean..." you whispered.

Then, blackness.

**********

Dean's POV:

"Sam!" I yelled as my brother was once again tossed across the room. This Djinn was seriously starting to piss me off.

I knew I needed to get (Y/N) out of here, but I was a little preoccupied trying not to end up strung up beside her. I'd managed to disconnect the IV, so at least she wasn't losing blood anymore.

"Shit!" I yelled as I once again dodged the Djinn's hands.

Son of a bitch! I saw Sam's silver knife lying on the floor, a short distance away from me. I moved towards it quickly, grabbing it before the Djinn noticed.

The creature approached Sam, clearly about to zap his ass into dreamland. I rushed up behind it and stabbed it in the back, bringing it to its knees.

The Djinn seemed surprised and I smiled ruefully. "Lamb's blood and silver--lethal combination, you son of a bitch."

Sam started to pull himself off the floor, retrieving his knife from the dead Djinn's back. One glance at my brother told me he was fine, so my focus turned back to (Y/N).

I rushed over to her and held her up while Sam started to work on the chains tying her to the ceiling. "(Y/N)? Can you hear me?"

She didn't respond, not that I expected her to, but that didn't deter me. "Come on, (Y/N). I need you to wake up."

Sam finally got the chains removed from her wrists and she slumped into my arms. I sunk to the ground, holding her close, and continued to beg her to wake up. I knew I sounded pathetic, but I didn't give a damn.

"(Y/N), please. I know you're mad at me, but I need you to wake up. I need you to fight. Please." I laid my head against her forehead and I whispered so softly only she could hear, "Come back to me."

To my surprise, I heard her whisper, "Dean..."

My head shot up and Sam's eyes widened. (Y/N) didn't say another word, but I knew she was alive. I picked her up and carried her to the car, gently placing her in the backseat before speeding off like a bat out of hell.

I pulled into the nearest hospital in record time, throwing the car into park without a thought. I carefully pulled (Y/N) from the backseat and carried her into the ER.

Sam had gone ahead and gotten a nurse to get a gurney, which I placed her on gently. I watched as the nurses took her back to an exam room and I sent up a silent prayer that she would be okay.

**********

You awoke to the sound of beeping and it didn't take you long to realize you were in a hospital. With that realization came a flood of memories. You had no way of knowing how long had passed here in the real world, but for you it had been days.

You began to stir and you let out a groan as your eyes started to adjust to the brightness in the room.

"(Y/N)?"

You turned your head towards the source of the voice, but you couldn't quite make out the person's face.

"Hey," the voice said again. "You're okay. It's me."

Your eyes were still struggling to focus, but you recognized the voice. "Dean," you mumbled.

You didn't see it, but he smiled warmly. "I'm right here, sweetheart. You're okay."

Your body tensed slightly, unsure of how to feel. He didn't normally call you by any pet names and you suddenly feared you were back in the dream. "What happened?"

"You were captured by the Djinn. Sammy and I found you."

Your whole body relaxed and you let out a relieved sigh. Dean didn't understand why that would calm you, but he didn't question it.

"Thanks for saving me," you whispered. Your eyes finally focused on his face and you knew in your heart this was your Dean. He just looked different and your heart tightened at the sight of him.

"You don't have to thank me. It was my fault you ran off in the first place."

You shook your head. "I was an idiot."

"No you weren't. You could have taken him if you weren't distracted by my asshole comments."

Surprise lit up your face. "So you're admitting you were an asshole?"

He chuckled grimly. "It's a one-time deal, so don't get used to it."

You smiled. "I expect nothing less."

Dean shifted slightly, clearly wanting to say something, but he remained silent.

"What?"

He seemed to debate for a moment, but finally asked, "What did you dream about?"

You sighed. "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does," he insisted. "The Djinn lets you live out your dream life...so what's your dream life, (Y/N)?"

"Technically, the Djinn grants you a wish and the life you see is based around that wish."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You're avoiding the question."

"It was my dream, Dean. You don't need to know about it." You spoke a little more harshly than you'd intended and you hated yourself a little for it. Especially when you saw Dean wince.

He quickly recovered and threw his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I won't press, I promise."

"Thanks."

"Let me go talk to the doctor and see when we can get you outta here, okay?"

It was like he knew exactly what you needed. It warmed your heart and broke it all at once. "Thanks, Dean."

"Sure, (Y/N/N)."

**********

"Will I ever not be tired?" you complained grumpily two days later.

Sam laughed from the small table across the room from the bed you were currently curled up in. "It'll just take a little time. You lost a lot of blood, so your iron levels are low. Be patient."

"I hate being patient," you grumbled.

Sam chuckled again. "You sound like Dean."

As if he'd been summoned, Dean himself walked through the motel room door. "Dinner is served!" he announced happily.

You sat up and started to get out of the bed, but Dean ran over to you. "You can eat in bed, (Y/N). You need your rest."

"I appreciate that, Dean, but you're smothering me. I'm tired of laying in this bed."

Sam laughed and Dean just shook his head. "Alright fine."

He helped you to the table and you sat down across from Sam. You were grateful for his help, even if you didn't want to admit it.

"I got you a burger," Dean began. "I wasn't sure if you'd be feeling up to eating one, but you could really use the energy."

You smiled warmly. "A burger sounds amazing, Dean."

He handed you your food and gave Sam his. He pulled out his own, then reached into the bag and pulled out a small item, which he handed to you. "They, uh...they had freshly baked brownies, so I got you one."

Your eyes lit up as you took the neatly wrapped brownie from him. "Thanks," you said softly.

"They're your favorite, right?" he asked.

He remembered. "Yeah. Especially with the--"

"--little chocolate chips," he finished for you.

You stared at him for a moment, a soft smile gracing your features. Your eyes began to water, so you looked down at your food to keep from embarrassing yourself. "This looks delicious."

The three of you ate your dinners in companionable silence. When you were finished, you got out of your chair and started to make your way back to the bed. You were still tired, but you felt stronger than you had in a few days.

Dean immediately jumped out of his seat to help you, but you gently told him you were okay. "I'm alright, Dean."

His hands seemed to twitch as he watched you walk away, clearly wanting to make sure you were okay. He didn't relax until you sat down on the bed and started to unwrap your brownie.

"She's strong," Sam said lowly.

Dean turned his attention to his brother. "I know. I just worry about her."

"You know I can hear you both, right?" you said from your bed.

Both men chuckled lightly.

"The room's small and voices carry," you teased.

"You're not wrong," Sam said as he got up with a stretch. "I actually think I'm gonna hit the bar. I could use a drink after the week we've had."

Sam looked pointedly at his brother, which didn't go unnoticed by you. You watched as some sort of nonverbal exchange happened between the two men.

"I'll be back later," Sam said, getting what appeared to be the final word in whatever discussion they had been having. He walked out the door with his jacket and Dean locked it behind him.

"Since when does Sam go to bars by himself?" you asked.

Dean shrugged, but didn't meet your gaze. "Guess he really needed that drink."

"Or he wants to get laid," you mumbled.

Dean groaned. "Gross."

You laughed. "He's not a monk, Dean."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to think about him getting jiggy with it."

"Did you just say 'getting jiggy with it'?"

"I was trying it out."

"Maybe don't," you said with a laugh.

He grinned and flopped down on the other bed. "I'll make a note of it."

The two of you fell into silence, but unlike during dinner, this one felt uncomfortable. The tension hung in the air and there was so much you wanted to say to him...and so much he wanted to say to you.

"Do you wanna watch TV?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"Not really."

"Okay."

The silence continued to drag on until Dean finally couldn't take it anymore. He sat up and looked at you, gaze seeming to bore into your soul. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"When you saved my life, I was pissed. Beyond pissed. I haven't been that angry in a long time. But it wasn't because I wanted to die or anything like that...I just didn't want you to. When that vampire sent you flying and I heard you hit the wall, I was terrified. More terrified than I've ever been before."

He took a slow breath before continuing. "Once the vampires were all dead and you started to get up, I felt relieved--you were okay. But then all I felt was rage. I was so angry with you for putting yourself in harm's way like that...for risking yourself to save me. I'm not entirely sure I deserve saving, but I do know if you had died to save me, I would have never forgiven myself."

You stared at him in silence, lips parted, eyes full of emotion. "Dean..."

He held his hand up to stop you. "That's why I yelled at you...that's why I said everything I said. I didn't--I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling, so I lashed out at you. You didn't deserve it and I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry, (Y/N)."

"I appreciate your apology," you said softly. "But I won't apologize for saving your life. If I'd let you die? I wouldn't have forgiven myself."

He looked a little surprised. "I didn't think about that."

"You never think you deserve saving. You don't think you deserve happiness or peace, a normal life--god forbid love... You think you're some kind of monster, but you're not, Dean. You're the best person I know. You're loyal to a fault, strong and brave, but also kind and gentle. No one hates you the way you hate yourself, Dean Winchester, and I'm tired of you projecting those feelings onto other people."

This was absolutely not the direction he'd imagined this conversation going...but here they were. "I don't know why you think that...you've seen me at my worst."

Your expression softened. "You're right. I have. But I've also seen you at your best--and that is a sight to behold. You're incredible, Dean...in all the ways that matter."

His eyes roamed your face searching for any sign of deception. When he saw none, he decided to seize the opportunity to ask you the only question he was dying to know the answer to..."What did you dream about?"

"What?"

"What did you dream about?" he asked again.

You inhaled sharply. It wasn't that you didn't want to tell him about the dream...about the life the two of you had shared...it was just that you were afraid. Afraid of how he would react, what he would think, what he would say...you weren't sure if you wanted to risk it.

You looked into his eyes for what felt like eternity. They seemed to swirl with emotion while silently begging you to tell him the truth.

You sighed. "I dreamed of a normal life...nice house, good job, friends, a fiancé...the whole nine yards."

His lips parted in surprise. He wasn't sure he wanted to ask, but he needed to know. "Fiancé?"

You nodded. "Yeah...I, uh--I was as surprised as you are."

"Is that what you want? A normal life with some random guy who doesn't really know you?"

"He wasn't some random guy," you admitted quietly.

"What?"

"In my dream...my fiancé was someone I know."

"Like in the real world?"

You nodded.

"Who?" Please don't be Sam. Please don't be Sam. Please don't be Sam.

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to you or you wouldn't have dreamed it...the Djinn wouldn't have chosen him."

You hated that he was right and you didn't want to tell him. You were afraid it would ruin your relationship...you loved hunting with Sam and Dean. You loved traveling the country with them, hunting monsters, saving people, living in shitty motels...you loved it all, but most of all you loved Dean...and that was something you had never shared with anyone.

"It wasn't real," you whispered. "It was just a fantasy."

Dean decided to take a risk and he prayed he wouldn't regret it. "It doesn't have to be a fantasy."

"What?" you asked in surprise.

"If you tell him...maybe it can be real."

There was something in his eyes that gave you pause. After a few seconds, you realized it was fear. He was afraid of what you were going to say...and it gave you hope. Why would he be afraid of what you were going to say if he wasn't hoping it was him?

"It was you," you admitted quietly.

His lips parted and he inhaled deeply. "Me?"

You nodded slowly, suddenly unable to speak.

He stood up and crossed the short distance between you. He very gently pushed you back against the pillows and crawled on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face. "Do you love me?"

Your eyes widened in surprise. This was not at all how you imagined telling Dean how you feel, but you found yourself incapable of lying to him. "Yes," you breathed out.

"Say it," he whispered.

"I love you, Dean," you said softly.

He closed his eyes and laid his forehead against yours, his breathing labored and his hands shaking slightly. "(Y/N)..."

He stopped thinking then and let his body guide him. He'd loved you for so long--wanted you for even longer--and now he was finally going to have you. He pressed his lips against yours and kissed you like he was trying to memorize the shape of your lips.

The kisses you'd shared with the fake Dean in your dreams were nothing compared to the real thing. Actual sparks flew, igniting a need for him deep within you. Your hands clung to his flannel shirt, pulling him even closer to you.

He moaned softly against your lips and you parted them to allow him entry. His tongue dominated yours in a passionate fight for power. His hands began to roam the soft curves of your body, eliciting low moans of desire from you.

"I don't remember a time when I didn't love you," he admitted against your lips. "I don't want to remember before."

Your heart seemed to sing at his words. Dean had always been a deeply emotional man--he felt things more strongly than anyone you'd ever known, but he bottled up his emotions and hid them from the rest of the world. Hearing him finally confess his deepest secret made you feel incredibly special.

"I love you so much, Dean Winchester. So, so much."

He smiled. "I love you more, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

He kissed you again and you melted into him. His hands continued to roam your body, and yours did the same to his. A passionate need for one another had been ignited within each of you and neither of you could deny it.

You began to peel off his clothing and he did the same to you. The idea of being completely naked with Dean would have normally terrified you, but you could feel the waves of love oozing from the man above you. You knew you weren't the kind of girl Dean normally brought home, but none of that mattered--not when you could feel the love he had for you.

By the time you were both naked, you were overwhelmed with the desire to feel him inside you. He, however, had other plans. He began to slowly work his way down your body, stopping to show your breasts some attention.

"You know, I always loved these," he mumbled as he nipped and sucked at your breasts, earning sweet moans from you.

He continued his journey down your stomach, placing kisses to the scars and stretch marks littering your skin. You felt worshipped in a way you'd never experienced before.

Finally, Dean landed right where you wanted him, but he didn't give into you easily. His lips kissed along your inner thighs, appreciating the soft skin, biting gently to see your reaction.

Your breathing was ragged and you began to beg him to do something, anything. "Dean please," you murmured. "Stop teasing."

He chuckled lightly, but he didn't deny your request. His lips pressed against your core and he pushed your legs as far apart as he could without hurting you. His tongue darted out and licked a stripe up your pussy.

He let out a deep growling sound and dove into you like a man starved. He dug his fingers into your hips as he tugged you closer to him, feasting on you like you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

Your moans spurred him on, the sweet sounds like music to his ears. He could have happily stayed here between your legs until the end of time, but he had a feeling you would make him stop eventually.

Your fingers were interlaced in his hair and you were begging him not to stop. Not that he would have, but you didn't know that. "Dean...I'm so close."

He moaned in response, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. His tongue focused its assault directly on your clit and you cried out. Your legs began to shake and he could feel you nearing the edge.

He sped up his ministrations, earning another cry from your lips. Your hips bucked slightly and he shifted his arm to hold you in place. "Oh god!" you yelled.

You tightened your grip on his hair as you felt the impact slam into you, orgasming with a cry of his name. He worked you through your high, only stopping when you squirmed out of his grasp.

"Dean," you murmured as he crawled back up towards your face.

He kissed you softly. "I wanna be inside you so badly, baby," he whispered into your ear.

"Please..."

"I don't have a condom," he said softly.

"I don't care. I want you, Dean. Please."

He could never deny you, especially when you begged him so prettily. He lined himself up with your entrance and sheathed himself inside you with one quick thrust.

You gasped his name and dug your fingers into his shoulder blades. The feeling of him filling you up was enough to push you closer to a second orgasm.

Your pussy gripped him like an iron vice and he had to take a deep breath to control himself. He hadn't felt like this since he was a teenager. He needed to get a grip or he was going to cum embarrassingly early.

Your hips shifted beneath him and he hissed softly. "Dean," you begged. "Move."

He started to move and the sounds of wet skin against skin began to fill the room. Those were soon overpowered by your moans and his low groans.

"Fuck, baby...feels so good," he whispered. "Such a sweet, tight, little pussy."

You moaned and your pussy clenched even tighter around him.

He groaned and his hips stuttered to a stop. "You gotta stop doing that baby, or I'm gonna cum."

You grinned wickedly. "Isn't that the point?"

He nipped at your neck playfully. "Not until I get another one from you."

He started to move again, which wiped the smirk from your face in an instant. You wrapped your legs tightly around him, effectively locking him into place inside you.

"Normally I'd have you in a hundred different positions," he muttered, "but I wanna see your face when you cum. I wanna watch my pretty girl fall apart because of me."

Your pussy clenched and you moaned softly in response.

"Yeah? You like that? You like that I wanna watch you?"

You nodded.

"Words, baby."

"Yes, Dean," you gasped.

"That's my good girl."

You practically preened at the praise and Dean made a mental note of it for later. For now, he was focusing on drawing another orgasm from you and staving off his own.

"You're so tight, sweet girl. Feels so good."

Your moans spurred him on, forcing him to keep up his pace. He pulled himself up slightly, tugging your hips with him, allowing him to reach your g-spot with each thrust.

You let out a cry a pleasure that he knew he would die to hear again. He closed his eyes for a moment as he sped up, desperately trying to keep himself from cumming before you did.

"That's it baby, I know you're close," he murmured.

"So close," you cried out.

"I know," he whispered. "I want you to cum for me, baby. Cover my cock with your sweet juices."

Your legs tightened around his hips and your nails dug deeper into his back. He watched your face as you began to shake--orgasm mere seconds away.

"Eyes on me, baby," he demanded.

Your eyes flew open and met his gaze. You gasped--the intensity of it all pushing you over the edge. You yelled his name as you came, explosions of light flashing behind your eyelids as they fluttered closed.

He watched your beautiful face as you rode out your high with him. He shifted focus to his own quickly impending orgasm. His breathing became more ragged and you opened your eyes to find his again.

"Feels so good, baby," you murmured.

His eyes locked onto yours and he panted heavily.

"I know you're close, handsome. I want you to fill me up."

His green eyes widened. "You sure?"

You nodded. "I need it, Dean. Please." You clenched down on his cock to emphasize your words.

That was all he needed in order to reach his peak. He moaned your name as he started to cum, whispering it into your skin like a chant as he emptied inside of you.

You held onto him tightly as he came down, his body shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm. He finally collapsed on top of you, unable to hold up his own weight.

You placed a soft kiss to his head and listened to his breathing begin to regulate.

Eventually, he rolled off of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty. He managed to drag himself off the bed with a murmured "I'll be right back."

You watched him walk to the bathroom, and for a moment you worried he'd regret it, but your fears were assuaged by his reappearance with a wet washcloth.

Your face must have betrayed your thoughts because he knelt before you and said, "I love you, (Y/N), with everything I have."

You smiled. "I love you too, Dean."

He returned your smile and began to carefully and gently clean you up with the washcloth. It was warm and it felt nice to be cared for like that.

Once he was finished, he threw the washcloth into the bathroom and crawled back onto the bed. He tugged you close to him and pulled the covers up over you when you started to shiver.

"Anyone ever tell you you're beautiful when you cum?" he asked softly.

You laughed lightly. "You would be the first."

He kissed your hair and tightened his grip on you. "I intend on being the last."

You turned your head to look at him and felt your heart melt a little. You didn't have a good response for that, so you simply kissed him, hoping your emotions were conveyed in the action.

He leaned into the kiss and whimpered slightly when your lips left his. You kissed him one more time and he let you pull away after several seconds.

"You should get some sleep," he murmured. "I'll keep you safe."

You knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would die to keep his word. You settled back against him, a silent response of trust and gratitude. He gave you a soft squeeze as you began to drift off to sleep.

This life might be hard...it might be full of pain and loss, but it was real. The man holding you in his arms was real. The love you felt for each other was real...and you wouldn't change any of it.

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too tongue tied ఌ s. winchester

summary: social media/modern era au with stanford! sam winchester

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, slice of life, unofficial part two of must be love, can be read as a standalone, title is a lyric from must be love by laufey

a/n: lol i hope you guys enjoy this unofficial part two of my other smau with sam. a part two got requested quite a bit so i gave the people what they wanted 🤭

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Comfort at the Beach

Summary - Part 36 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

After finishing your delicious breakfast Dean takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant. You assume he’s leading you back towards the car until he makes an unexpected turn towards the esplanade.

“Babe, the car’s back that way,” you state pointing in the direction of the Impala.

“I know. I had something else in mind…unless you wanna go back to the hotel and continue what we started earlier?”

“As tempting as that is, lead the way.” You let him guide you along the street as you each look through the glass windows at the displays. Eventually, he stops and leads you into a store filled with beachwear and accessories. You look at him shocked. “But you hate the beach?”

“But you don’t. I saw you looking out the window earlier.”

“But I’m not gonna go to the beach on my own on our honeymoon, nor am I gonna force you to be subject to the whole laundry list of complaints you gave me last time I asked to go the beach. You’ll just be annoyed and then I’ll feel guilty and the day will just suck.” You turn to lead him back out onto the street but he pulls you close to his chest instead.

“I won’t bitch about it, I promise.” Dean spots a sexy red bikini out the corner of his eye and drags you over to the display picking out your size and handing it to you. “Trust me. Just go try it on.”

“You promise? Not a word about the sand? Or the salt water? Or-”

“Anything for you, now go try that on and give me a fashion show.” He pushes you towards the dressing room as he collects towels, sunscreen, and a new pair of sunglasses for each of you.

Once dressed in the slightly skimpy bikini you suddenly feel very self-conscious. You throw the flannel back on over the top and nervously peak out of the curtain for Dean. When you don’t see him you quietly call out for him. He pops up from around the corner almost instantly with an overflowing basket.

“Alright, let’s see it,” he says encouraging you. You step out but keep your arms folded across your chest to keep the flannel shut. “Hey, it’s just me. Don’t get all shy on me now.” He places the basket on the floor and pries your hands away from your chest and slips the flannel off your shoulders. His eyes glance over your body as he makes you spin for him. “Can’t believe I got such a sexy wife.” Sensing your unabating discomfort he pulls a light red, floral kimono from a nearby mannequin and slides it over your shoulders. “Better?”

You pull it closed in front for more coverage and nod. He kisses your cheek and pulls you close. “You’re never this shy in bed.”

“It’s different. It’s dark and you’re the only one there.”

“If anyone else tries to check you out or touch you they’re dead. This,” he gestures at your body, “is all for me.”

“Alright, Mr. Big Talk, your turn.” You venture into the men’s section a pick out a pair of simple black boardshorts.

“Sweetheart, you know I don’t do shorts.”

“Actually, I know for a fact you do.” You push them into his hands and lead him back towards the dressing room. “I’ve seen you cleaning Baby. Not to mention we share a room…I’ve seen your collection of short shorts in your drawer.” You push him into the dressing room and close the curtain. While you wait for him you pick out a pair of slip-on sandals.

“Nope. No. Nope. I don’t do shorts.” Dean complains from behind the curtain.

“You promised. No complaints. Now get out here.”

Dean awkwardly emerges while pulling at the bottom of the swim shorts which fall just above his knees. You walk around him, checking him out. The shorts fit perfectly, moulding to the shape of his sexy ass. You nod in approval, “Perfect. But you are losing at least a few of these top layers when we get on the sand,” you say tugging at the collar of his jacket.

“Can we just pay and get out of here already? And stop objectifying me while you’re at it.”

You roll your eyes and head for the checkout.

As you walk outside you slip on the knockoff Ray Bans Dean picked out for you. You stop by the Impala to drop off your clothes and boots before making your way onto the warm, golden sand. Once you find a secluded space Dean spreads out the towels on the sand. You each sit down on them as you start applying sunscreen to your face and arms. Watching you, Dean pulls out his phone and holds it up to get a sneaky photo but you turn at the last second and catch him. You smile nervously, not the biggest fan of photos, and he snaps it quickly before tossing his phone down beside him and reaching for the sunscreen and gesturing for you to turn around. He gently slides down the kimono to massage the cream into the skin on your neck and back, his fingers skiming under the straps of the bikini ensuring full coverage. As he finishes, he pecks just behind your ear and you lean back against him. He squirts on a little more cream and starts massaging it over your exposed chest and stomach. His hands linger on your stomach, his mind momentarily wandering back to the time when he was imagining it growing with your child.

Feeling his hands you know exactly where his mind’s at. Not wanting to fall down that rabbit hole with him you put your hands over his and sit up. “It’s your turn.” You lift his shirt off his torso and start massaging the suncream into his skin, feeling him relax under your touch.

“So far this isn’t so bad. You didn’t emphasize how much touching came along with a beach vacation.”

“There was never this much touching in any of the beach trips I went on with my family. We all just managed our own sun safety. My brother never would have wanted to touch me, nor would I want him to.”

“So, you had beach days often as a kid then?”

“Every summer my parents would rent out a beach house in L.A. Except for that last one when my brother insisted we go camping instead…I complained so much, I hated it, but my mom promised me that we’d still get to go to the beach for a week after we came back from camping. Of course that never happened ‘cause well, you know the rest…”

Your hands stop rubbing in the cream and he pulls you into his lap. “I’m sorry. So the beach..you feel-”

“Close to them. It’s the last happy memory I have of my family. It’s been years though. I’m okay.”

“I lost my mom when I was four, I’ve had my whole life to process it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt. I wish I had known that’s why you wanted to come, I would’ve brought you here sooner.”

“After all your complaints it hardly seemed worth it, and then I also knew you’d just feel guilty for complaining. And I know you’re probably feeling that now, but that’s not why I told you. I just don’t want secrets from you, not that this was ever a secret per se, it’s just hard to talk about.”

He holds you close to his chest and kisses your head. You take a few moments to compose yourself and accept Dean’s comfort. Then you pull back slightly to look up at his face. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna go for a swim, clear my head.” He nods and starts to stand up with you. “You don’t have to come, it’s enough you brought me this far.” You lean down and kiss him as he sits back down. He watches as you descend towards the water.

You wade through the cool, salty water until it’s just past your waist and then splash some water on your face. After wiping your face you glance back up the beach at Dean. You can’t tell if he’s watching you through his dark shades but you smile at him anyway. The water provides you a comfort you didn’t know you needed. You turn around to go deeper where you can dive a little, when you come back up a little where you can stand comfortably you feel arms wrap around your waist. You scream out of shock as you quickly wipe your face and claw at the hands.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just me.” Dean spins you around in his arms just keeping a light grip on your waist. Feeling a sting under the water he pulls his right hand up to inspect the scratches. “I guess I really should know better than to sneak up on a hunter.”

“Sorry,” you say as you bring his hand up to your lips kissing the scratch.

“You always were feisty, it’s one of the things that made me attracted to you in the first place.”

“I generally know your touch, it’s just a little disorienting under the water, I was in my head a little.”

He puts his hand back on your waist, pulls you close and kisses you softly. “I was thinking, since we just splurged on all this, whenever we catch a case near a beach we’ll take an extra day, or we can just make the drive. You seem so relaxed and happy here, it’s a good look on you, I wanna see it more often.”

“I like the sound of that. I was also thinking…how about tonight we do something that’s more typically us? Let’s go to a bar, get some drinks, hustle some pool, maybe earn back some of the money we’ve spent?”

“You sure?”

“You gave me today, here, despite your aversions to the place. I just want to return the favour.”

“I can think of other ways you can do just that…but I’ll take a night at the bar with you, some darts and some pool.”

You both move along with the waves closer to the shore. A cool breeze blows past you causing you to shiver. “How about we pick up some takeout, head back to the hotel, share a hot shower to clean off all this salt and sand, and then cuddle up for the rest of the afternoon?” You ask.

“That sounds perfect,” he replies before kissing you and walking back up to shore with you. He shakes the sand off your towel and then wraps it around your shoulders before shaking out his own and drying himself off. Slightly drier, he pulls his t-shirt on and then holds out your kimono so you can slip it on for a little extra warmth and modesty. You walk back to the Impala together and Dean tosses all the stuff on the backseat and then joins you in the front before driving back to the hotel.

After sharing a hot shower and changing into comfortable clothes you and Dean find yourself snuggling up in bed watching some reruns of Dr. Sexy.

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years ago

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On The Beach

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: A few moons ago, on a hunt like any other, Dean unexpectedly met a girl who not only spun his head around in the blink of a literal eye but also made the brave hunter face some of his biggest fears to date.

Warnings: light language (very tame for me), a bit of emotional angst & grumpy Dean, fluff ❄️

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Another day, another fic to a Swift song 🙃 The first draft had a very dark, unhappy ending, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt those two precious babes, so enjoy some pure fluff, my loves! 💚🌌 Inspired by: Snow On The Beach by Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey

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It’s a night like any other as Y/N closes down her flower shop in the small coastal town. She stores away a few leftover arrangements, counts the cash in the register, organizes the ribbons by color and width, and waters and prunes all the remaining plants in the greenhouse.

The winter weather ravages outside, bringing freezing December winds with the usual salty sea breeze as she smells the arriving snow in the air, the first one this season, and wraps her coat a little tighter around her body, snuggling her cheeks into her cozy wool scarf. It’s already black as night, the crescent moon standing high above the ocean, when she locks the shop behind her and starts her usual walk home, her house only four blocks up the road.

The street lamps pale in comparison to the cheerily decorated yards and roofs of her neighbors before the headlights of a classic black car blind her periphery as it passes by her, soon disappearing with a rumble around the corner again.

“Brrr, it’s freezing cold, man,” Dean grumbles into his jacket and removes his palms from the steering wheel for a second. He cups them around his mouth to warm them with his hot breath before turning the heat up in the Impala even more.

“I’m fine,” Sam nonchalantly shrugs next to him in a fucking t-shirt. He removed the flannel an hour ago and discarded it on the backseat.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re not human. Freak,” Dean scoffs under his breath and shakes his head, making the younger Winchester chuckle. “Why did you drag me all the way to Rhode Island in the middle of December, man? We could be at home in the bunker, slurping egg nog and watching Die Hard instead of freezing our asses off. Stupid haunted lighthouse…”

“Dude! Can you stop complaining for five seconds, maybe? You’ve been grumpy since we passed Philly. What’s up with you?” Sam throws him a concerned puppy dog look, which only annoys Dean more.

“Nothing, I’m fine. I just hate the beach and the cold and lighthouses–,” Dean mutters, his fingers turning blue around the steering wheel.

Sam’s head snaps to him with a creased brow, “Lighthouses?”

“–and the ocean…”

“Yeah, uh, that usually comes with the beach and the lighthouses, Dean,” the younger Winchester laughs, amused.

“Yeah, whatever, man,” Dean lets out a deep sigh, his brow woven into a permanent scowl at this point. “What’s the address of the girl that witnessed the last death again?”

“Uh, Y/N Y/L/N. Lives at 302 Maplewood Street,” Sam reads from the neatly organized files in his lap. “Just take a left at the next corner.”

“Great,” Dean mumbles dreadfully and makes a left turn onto the target street.

No matter how hard he rummages through the depths of his soul, the hunter can’t quite pin down his recent moodiness. It’s a feeling of dread, sadness, and anger that just bubbles up in his chest at random times and overtakes his whole body and mind before it disintegrates into thin air again like the ghosts he hunts. And maybe after all this time and all the wars and all the pain, it should be no surprise that he feels a little haunted, too.

Well, let’s be honest. He’s fucking cursed.

The melancholy comes and goes like the ocean waves. It almost seems natural. The ebb and flow of a restless life on the road, the possibility of dying every goddamn day, or worse, the fear of ending up completely alone. I Am Legend is his goddamn nightmare.

A hunter’s life is emotionally abusive, so no wonder he constantly feels down on his luck. Especially on holidays like Christmas, when it’s supposed to be all about joy, love, and family. Not even the jolly twinkling lights of the merrily decorated houses around him can cheer up his gloom as he taps his calloused and beaten knuckles on yet another front door to ruin someone’s life. What is his job even?

Hi, Dean Winchester – professional life-ruiner, cold-blooded killer, and ghostbuster extraordinaire. Pleased to meet you. May I interest you in something horrifying that most likely will cost your life or at least give you intense nightmares you never wished you had?

As the red door of the small stone house, adorned with a beautiful pine wreath, opens, however, a stunning young woman greets him with a blinding smile. Dean’s breath hitches as he stops in his tracks, heart, sense, and time halting with him.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, which for sure as hell is too long, his lips unfreeze and curl into a genuine smile, warmth filling and replacing the empty coldness in his ribcage that has dwelled there for a lifetime.

Y/N watches her boot prints in the sand fade away with the next wave, a pocketful of stars twinkling above her head. She closes her eyes and makes a wish upon the next shooting star, her heart filling with a longing that wraps around her soul like the emerald northern lights she used to see on fishing trips with her father. Green is the color of hope, and green is all she sees, even on dark nights with her eyes closed.

The phone in her coat pocket vibrates and disturbs her trance. Her eyelids flutter open with a smile and a heartbeat full of faith. Sometimes wishes do come true.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean chimes through the speaker as soon as she presses the phone to her cold ear under the beanie, the warm, familiar timbre of his deep voice melting her heart like the wax of a burning candle.

“Hey, I miss you. How’s the hunt? Are you and Sam okay?“

Whenever he calls, it’s always the same first question – “Are you alright?”. Because whenever he leaves, she’s always worried, can’t sleep and eat until she knows the answer. So, she takes midnight walks up and down the beach until the phone rings again and soothes the ache in her chest. The impossibility of wanting him right next to her each and every day until her dying breath rips her apart at the seams sometimes, her heart needing more stitches than it should.

Right around a year ago, the Winchester brothers stood on her doorstep like the Christmas present she didn’t ask for. They changed her life in a blink of an eye, made it more magical and simultaneously more horrifying, too. She helped them with a ghost case in town, an old local myth surrounding the rundown lighthouse. Dean heroically saved her life. Then, she moronically saved his and Sam’s. The older hunter yelled at her until he didn’t. Until she kissed him. Until she clasped his freezing palm and led him to the beach. Until she held him till his breathing calmed with the ocean, and they talked till the morning sun came with the first fall of snow.

She hasn’t been the same ever since that night. Neither has he.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” he assures her with a warm chuckle, causing her heart to leap across states in search of him. “Hunt is over. Sam’s finishing up. What are you up to? Are you out for a walk?”

“Yeah, I’m down at the beach like usual,” she sighs, drawing a pouting line in the sand with the tip of her shoe.

“Figured. It’s a nice night out,” he says, and hearing the casual smile in his voice, she has a hard time keeping the scowl on her face alive as she imagines his cute freckle-dusted dimples.

“Would be nicer if you were here,” she notes hopelessly hopeful before her gaze lifts to the moon over the horizon, her brow furrowing. “Wait… How do you know that? Did you check the weather?”

“Sure did,” it sounds behind her as clear as the star-filled sky above her. Her heart drops, jolts, rejoices at the sight of the hunter that so shamelessly stole it as he stands before her – tall, strong, and gorgeous smile included, like a scene from a romantic movie.

“Oh my God, Dean!”

The beam that lights up her face when she recognizes him reminds the hunter of the picture that hangs on her living room wall – the one that shows her winning smile at her eighth-grade baking contest. A blazing warmth spreads through his chest, his chapped lips not able to deny her a smile, albeit his torn heart and broken mind still don’t fully understand how a gorgeous girl like her could even miss him at all.

The phone in her hand then drops into the wet sand as she falls into his embrace, almost taking both of them down before Dean’s strong arms catch her and steady their feet on the forgiving ground. As soon as she lifts her face from his chest, her sparkling eyes bore into his as her arms unravel from his neck, hands traveling to his scruffy cheeks. Needily, she clasps them and feels their blushed warmth, fingernails denting his skin as she drags his lips to hers in a breathtaking kiss, tongues mingling between teeth.

“Air,” Dean chokes out with a chuckling cough as he pulls back from her, his hot breath still ghosting over her swollen lips as his palms grip her waist tightly and keep her locked in his arms. “I’ve missed you, too, sweetheart,” he assures her with a gentle peck on her forehead and lifts his hand to her face, caressing the soft flush in her cheek as a warm smile curves on his lips. “It’s been too long.”

“Forty-two days,” she reminds him, and Dean loves and hates it all at once that she misses him so goddamn much she always counts the days since she’s last seen him. And while Y/N surely misses him to the moon and back, Dean can guarantee that he misses her infinitely more. “How did you get here so fast? This morning you said you were still in New Mexico.”

“Yeah, well, couldn’t wait a whole day’s drive to see you, so I flew here,” he shrugs coolly but can’t help the grin rising on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, you what? You took an actual plane? But you hate flying,” she points out with an adorably knitted brow. Dean never technically admitted he was afraid of flying, always told her he didn’t particularly care for it, not wanting to seem like a wuss. “Sam even once said it scares the bejeezus out of you.”

That little…

“Yup, flight was awful, thanks for asking,” Dean quips with an insecurity-overshadowing, too-cool-for-his-own-good grin while he mentally notes down to hit his younger brother over the head later. And as his pine-green eyes soak up her sunshine with a greedy need for happiness, his heart relishes in her love.

Until it doesn’t. Until it feels too goddamn selfish.

The last time he saw Y/N, she told him that she loved him. Loved him. Him. Even after forty-two days, it still hasn’t sunk in. How could it? It sounds insane. More insane than monsters and God’s plan. More insane than his entire life story itself.

Naturally, the hunter couldn’t say anything back. It felt surreal, like a dream he wasn’t supposed to have. It didn’t feel like it was his to take. She didn’t feel like she was his. The shock took his whole body hostage, afraid admitting it would curse her love for him and twist it somehow. Not that she even wanted or expected an answer from him. She already knew everything there was to know – about him, about his life. So, she simply said she wanted him to know that there was someone out there in this big, wide world that loved him and thought of him every day. That’s it.

What’s he supposed to do with that, huh?

But when the hunter left her for the millionth time this year, the real torture began. He could deal with physical pain easily, even thrived in it. He could be torn apart and ripped to shreds a billion times, and he still wouldn’t care. Emotional torture, however, was a different story. He couldn’t take the overthinking, the sleepless nights, the helplessness, the anxiety in his heart, or the choked air in his lungs whenever he thought about her, which was always. She was a constant in his soul, a complex math equation that allowed no variables. She never went anywhere.

She was there when he snuck with Sam through the halls of yet another abandoned warehouse on the hunt for a few vamps. She was there when he thought about doing something stupid and reckless to play the hero instead of doing the smart and right thing. She was there when he washed off the blood in the motel room shower, thinking how he didn’t want to break her heart by not answering her next phone call. She was there when he couldn’t close his eyes at night and stared at the ceiling, imagining how his little brother would have to break the news of his death to her.

And eventually, after forty-two days of torture, of heartache, of longing, the hunter broke. He couldn’t do it anymore.

It gnawed on his heart that he never said it back. Because she deserves to hear it. Because living and breathing without her seem useless. Because having hopes and dreams is worthless if she’s not in any of them. Because she’s the best fucking thing that ever happened to him. Because what the hell is he even fighting for if it’s not all for her. Because all the pros outweigh the biggest con. Because it’s goddamn true.

Dean loves her, too.

As he holds tightly onto her, he breathes into the feeling of having her in his arms, of her head buried deep in his chest, of her arms securely wrapped around his torso. He feels the love for him radiating from her body, feels the safety she offers him, and feels their hearts melting into one through layers of fabric, skin, flesh, and bones. Embracing her is the most magical and otherworldly experience. It’s mind-blowing that he now has someone that he can touch, someone he can drive towards, someone he can see with his own eyes while he’s goddamn awake.

Perhaps, love is not supposed to feel real. It’s intangible, indescribable, and inexplicable, and if you applied all the criteria of reality, love shouldn’t exist at all. But as the first snowflake grazes his cheek, he opens his eyes and watches more white stars falling from the sky and covering the sandy beach under a soft blanket. And suddenly, love comes down all around him like the snow itself.

It’s not some weird, beautiful, unobtainable, and unmaintainable dream. It’s here. It’s now. And it’s her.

“I love you.”

His confession comes out in a blurb that almost could be mistaken for a glitch in his impenetrable matrix. On top of that, he also mumbled it into her hair, but who cares? It has left his heart and definitely reached her ears as Y/N lifts her head from his warm chest, gaze wandering up till it meets his own. He swallows, nerves getting the best of him, which wasn’t a lot, to begin with. And then, her pink lips curve into an amused smile.

“I know.”

He stumps, his eyebrows quirking together so much it almost provokes a headache, which causes her to giggle. “How?”

She locks her arms around his neck and grins, “Guess your actions speak louder than your words, Winchester. Besides, you took a plane for me, even though you almost pooped your pants.”

“I did not almost p–”

His protest is left unfinished, stopped by her lips crashing against his, and he can’t help but toss every clever comeback out the window and kiss her back. There’s another giggle when he hesitantly draws back from her mouth, his thumb caressing the glow in her dimple as he places another peck on her hairline.

“Sweetheart, you know what happens when you kiss me like that.” Well, maybe he still had one clever comeback in reserve.

“Uh-huh,” she laughs cheekily and tip-toes up enough for another kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.”

Dean playfully rolls his eyes and pecks the tip of her cold nose. As if being cute is going to save her tonight. “So what you’re saying is, I worried and went nuts for nothin’ over the last few weeks?”

Y/N shrugs her shoulders, and he would’ve almost bought into her innocence if it weren’t for that little mischievous smile on her lips. “I told you back then you didn’t have to say it.”

He nods and purses his lips. “Yeah, well, some things shouldn’t be left unsaid, y’know?”

And when she gives him another heartwarming smile, it sends him to another planet. His fluster returns because what else is there left to say? He hasn’t exactly planned past this moment, hasn’t even dreamed he’d get this far.

“So, uhm, what’s next? I figured we could go to that maple farm in Vermont you’re always telling me about. Or, uhm, maybe drive north till we see the-, uh, the aurora bor-, uh, thingy.”

“Borealis,” she helps him along, biting her lips very hard to suppress the grin.

“Yup, that. We could see that,” he suggests with the eagerness and excitement of a little boy who found a Lego set under the tree.

“Slow down, tiger,” she chuckles, her fingers playing with the lapels of his jacket. “First, tell me how long I get you for this time before you plan all our time in bed away.”

“Well, uh…” He clears the lump in his throat, and she must’ve noticed his nervousness, because not even a second later, she interlaces her fingers with his and gives him the reassurance he needs to continue. “For-, uhm, forever.”

“What?” His reply has even taken Little-Miss-Know-It-All by surprise as she shakes her confused head for clarity and blinks at him.

“Yeah, uhm, we can talk about the details later, but… I’m all yours now,” Dean smiles and is relieved when she mirrors it before his hand reaches back to scratch his neck. “I mean, for as long as you’ll have me and let me stay with you at least.”

“Well, guess it’s forever then,” Y/N replies, tongue-in-cheek. “How about some hot cocoa and cheesy Christmas movies first before we make vacation plans over a super greasy breakfast tomorrow, huh?”

“A woman after my own heart,” the hunter beams and preciously kisses her temple. He interlaces his fingers with hers before leading them home through the glistening white sand, the snow falling down around them.

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Dean Winchester: Bucket list

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Pairing: Dean x Y/n/Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Flirtatious Dean, Happy Dean, light swearing, sweet moment, implied smut maybe

Summary: Taking Dean to go do everything on his bucket list.

A/N- This got out of hand, Sorry there’s so many words. (This is made assuming that the reader eats fish)

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Word Count: 5k

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Going to the beach, and going horseback riding!

“This is it Dean?” I asked him when I finished reading very short list.

“Yeah, that’s everything. Why sweetheart?” Dean asked concern flooding his face for only a few moments.

“I just figured that you’d have more on the list then just two things. Are you sure you don’t want to add anything?” I asked him.

“No, my list is fine. This all I want to go do. Now if you don’t mind I gotta pack our shit.” He said before kissing my temple and walking out of the room.

He came back only a few moments later, with my duffel bag and his. “I’d like this to last an extra couple of days, so I grabbed you some extra clothes along with grabbing myself some extra clothes. Already told Sammy we’ll be gone for a few days.” He said setting the bags down onto the library table.

“Oh, so now you’re the one making plans.” I said rolling my eyes as I wrapped my arms around Dean’s neck. “Yes, Y/n. I am the oldest around here.” He said with a loud chuckled that vibrated through my chest.

I reached up kissing Deans lips with a little bit too much force. Causing Dean to stumble and have to regain his balance. “Damn...” He said before lightly grabbing my arms and sliding them off of his neck.

“We can do more of this during the weekend. For now, though get your ass in the impala.” He said spinning me and slapping my ass in the direction of the garage. I turned around glaring at him before cracking a smile.

He was grabbing his keys, and our bags before he yelled “We’ll be back soon Sammy.” and then he slammed the garage door. I opened the back waiting for Dean to catch up with me.

“Just throw them back here Deanie, since it’s just you and me.” I said giving into a short yawn. “You look tired baby. Why don’t you get into the front seat and sleep until we make it to the beach?” He spoke.

“But I don't..” I went to say but was so rudely interrupted. “No buts sleep. I’ll wake you when we get to the beach.” I opened my door and slide into the impala, Dean following suit.

“Did you grab our chargers, and my favorite pillow?” I asked before Dean could even start the engine up. He grabbed my chin and brought me close to his face before whispering into my lips.

“No.” And then got out the impala and said “Start the car. I’ll be back in a sec.” So, I slide over as Dean walked back into the bunker, and revved the engine. The sound bouncing off the cinder block walls.

I looked up and there was Dean holding my pillow, his white cowboy hat, one of his older jackets, and of course a book for me to read at the beach.

Dean climbed back into the driver's seat, and looked over at me. “Here’s your pillow, jacket for when you finally fall asleep, my cowboy hat just because, and a book cause you’re a nerd.” He said leaving the jacket in the front seat before throwing everything else in the back seat.

Thank god no one else was back there. They’d probably have a good concussion the way Dean threw everything back there. Dean backed out of the garage, and we started on the road to the beach.

Within only a few hours of the drive I fell asleep in Dean’s lap with his old jacket draped over my body. I didn’t wake back up until Dean was lightly shaking me saying. “We’re here baby.” I rose from my position on Dean's lap. Grabbing the jacket and trying to fold it.

Dean ended up just taking it out of my hands, and throw it in the back seat. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around seeing a nice hotel and palms trees. “We are staying here?” a little bit of excitement falling from my lips. I asked stretching a little causing my shirt to rise. I heard Dean gasp before speaking “Yeah, we are staying here, this isn’t going to be just about me.” winking at me before getting out of the car.

I sat there for a moment, taking in the change of scenery. It was odd to hear the crashing of waves, it was also odd to have time all alone with Dean. Finally getting out of the car, I grabbed my phone and pocket book. Dean was sitting on the trunk waiting for me, our bags sitting on the ground next him.

“Let’s go inside and get our rooms. Tomorrow we can go to the beach!” Dean said grabbing our bags off the ground, before he reached for my hands. Linking out finger together and we walked through the front doors and up to the front desk.

“Excuse me” Dean said. picking the young lady at the front desk attention. “Welcome sir. Do you have reservation?” The young lady said pushing her chest up and in the view of Dean, but his gaze didn’t fall from her face. “Yes, I have a reservation, it’s under Wesson, thank you very much.” Dean said.

Being his attention back to me, “When did you make a reservation, Dean?” I asked, a little surprised by the action. “I made it after you fell asleep, figured it would be nice to stay in a nicer hotel than usual.” Dean said. “Here, sir.” The young lady said interrupting our conversation.

She explained that we had two rooms keys, how to get to our rooms from the front desks, and all the amenities that they had to offer. “Thank you.” Dean said before grabbing the little booklet of all the information and our keys handing them to me, and we walked out.

We walked until we made it to our room. I quickly got out our key card and unlocked out room. Dean let me walk in first, there were no strange stains on the floor, no odd smells coming kitchen. “What do you think, doll?” Dean asked as he set our bags down on the bar in the kitchen.

Running up to him, he caught me in his arms. “I love it!” I said kissing his face. “I thought you would. Now how about we look around and then we can get some rest.” He said squeezing me. Dean let me down from his grasp, and interlocked our fingers. We walked around seeing the kitchen was connected to the living room which had a cute little couch, and a decent sized TV.

After a few moments of looking around we found our way to the bedroom and bathroom. The bed was huge, a TV was mounted up on the wall, a decent sized closet, this room connected to the bathroom.

“Look at this shower baby.” Dean said from the bathroom, I walked over seeing Dean in the stand-up shower “Oh but look at the tub, Deanie.” I said lightly grazing my hand over the chrome molding. “Change of plans!” Dean said.

Dean got out of the standing up shower. “How about you go grab our bags, and I'll run a bath for you?” Dean said. “Okay babe.” I said walking out of the bathroom. As I walked out, I thought to myself ‘I thought this was supposed to be about Dean, this is his bucket list we are here to complete.’ I grabbed the bags and made quick to walk back to our bedroom. ‘He did say in the impala that this wasn't going to be just about him.’

“While you take a bath, I’ma try out this shower. See if it beats the standards of the bunkers shower!” Dean yelled from the bathroom a little chuckle running through his last words.

I quickly undressed and saw two robes sitting in the closet so I grabbed them both. And closed the curtains the light post beaming to much light into the room. I wrapped myself in the robe and grabbed my cell phone. I walked into the bathroom; Dean was taking his shirt off throwing them into an ever so growing pile.

“Water feels good... Hey, where’d you get those from?” Dean said finally looking up at me through the large mirror. ‘Found them in the closet, here for after your shower.” I said winking before I stated taking the robe off and slipping into the bath water. It was hot, but did wonders for my aching muscles.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, finally feeling relaxed. I heard the drop of Dean’s belts hit the ceramic flooring in the bathroom. I kept my eyes closer until I heard the water start in the shower. “If you want when you’re done doll, you can come in here and I’ll wash your hair for you.” Dean said before closing the shower door.

I could hear over the water Dean humming a Metallica song. Something that he did when he was either anxious or finally calm. I just let the water soak into my skin, before unplugging the water, and trying to quietly get out of the tub and slip into the shower with Dean.

I hadn’t realized how much space was in the shower until I got in. Dean hadn’t noticed I came in until he turned around and slightly jumped. “Did I scare you baby?” I asked knowing full well that I had.

“No, you didn’t” He answered defensively. I just shook my head and giggled. I reached over to grab the soap but my hand was caught and were placed on Dean’s upper chest. “Didn’t I tell you that I’d wash your hair when you got in.” Dean said with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Yeah, you did.” I spoke softly. I felt him reach over, grabbing the bottle and gently start to massage my scalp. I let out the quietest moan of satisfaction that I’ve ever let out. “I bet that does feel good.” Dean said rubbing his fingers down the base of my neck.

“Oh, shit Dean that feels so good.” I said leaning into his touch. “Here move in the way of the water so I can wash it out.” Dean said moving me in the direction of the spray. ‘Was he just waiting for me to get in the shower with him. When I leaned into his touched, he already smelled great. Dean had waited for me.’ I thought to myself had Deans hands washed the shampoo out of my hair.

He moved me out of the direction of the spray and grabbed the conditioner, his fingers gliding through my hair as he combed the conditioner through my hair. Another quiet moan fell from my lips. If I was being very honest, it had been a long while since someone had taken their time and pampered me.

Again, he moved me in front of the spray, combing through my hair. He was being overly careful, like I was irreplaceable china that you never touch in your house. He turned the water off and opened the door and grabbed his towel, and then my robe. Dean wrapped the robe around my slender body, he wrapped his towel around his waist.

After that he softly grabbed my hand and walked me out of the shower. “Do you remember what I said this morning?” He asked me as he walked into the bedroom. “Hmm?” I asked a little confused on where the conversation was going. “I kind of made myself a promise that I’d finish what you start this morning in the kitchen.” He said laying me on the side of the bed. “Is that okay, baby?” Dean asked. I gently shook my head.

The next morning, I was little sore between my legs, and when I went to go do my business, I could see all of the dark hickeys on my upper thighs, and neck. “Baby you up?” I heard Dean ask from I presume the kitchen, only because I could smell amazing food being cooked.

“Yeah, I’m up Dean.” I said walking out of the bathroom, after I brushed my teeth, tamed down my hair, and grabbed a tank top and shorts to wear. “Smells good out here.” I said as I walked into the kitchen and up to the bar to sit down. Dean was wearing his sweats; I assume he just wore his jacket since he was shirtless.

“Well, I woke up a little early, and went out and got some food. We’re having pancakes and some fruit, and then after figured we could get suited up and go head to the beach?” Dean asked me. ‘why is he asking me if I want to, duh of course I want to go to the beach.’ I thought to myself.

“Y/n, is that okay?” Dean asked a second time, taking me out of my thoughts. “Oh of course Dean. But um what I’m supposed to do with the very deep purple hickeys you’ve left all over my body?” I asked teasing him a little. I saw his gaze leave my face, and fall to my neck, and then a smirk fell onto his soft features.

“I don’t want you to cover them up, baby.’ he winked. ‘I want everyone here to know who you belong too.” He said flipping a pancake. That answer was something I should have excepted. The way the conversation was so normal. “Ya know Dean, this whole thing is giving me apple pie life vibes.” He turned around placing my plate in front of me. “I know, I’m not going to lie dear. I think we should do this more often.” Dean said before placing his plate next to me.

He rounded the counter and came sitting next to me. I grabbed my phone and pulled the camera up, usually I didn’t do this. Dean and I never really took pictures together, but I wanted something to remember this by. “Dean let’s take a picture?” I said giving him my best puppy eyes.

“You know right now there’s no need for puppy eyes.” Dean said, pulling me close by wrapping his hand around my waist. Dean took my phone out of my hand, and I smiled. “We can take as many pictures as you want, baby.” Dean said before setting my phone back down.

I started eating. If Dean wasn’t a hunter, I seriously think he’d be a cook. He makes the best food I’ve ever had. Like anything he makes is amazing. After Dean and I finished our breakfast. We both made our way back into the bedroom, changing into our swim attire. Now let me remind you I didn’t pack any of my stuff, Dean did.

So, I was left to wear. My bright red bikini. It exposed a lot of my skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Go figure he’d choose this one. Dean was wearing a pair of dark blue swim trunks, that hung low on his hips. “I gotta go grab some stuff from the car. I’ll be right back baby.” Dean said walking over to kiss my temple before walking out of the hotel room.

I did the dishes, and grabbed my phone taking a picture in the mirror. Another thing I want to remember about this weekend. I heard the door click, as I sent a quick message to Sam.

“Hey Sammy, hope you’re doing well. We both miss you. Promise I’ll get you something nerdy. Love ya.” I sent

“Ready baby?” Dean said pocking his head into the bathroom. “Yeah, I’m ready.” And we walked out to the hotel room. We walked in comfortable silence which was nice. As we made it to the sand, I asked Dean “Did you bring a bag with you?” Wondering what was in his other hand.

“Yeah, when I was out. I grabbed us towels, grabbed your book from the back, grabbed a cute little straw hat so the sun stays outta your face. And some sunscreen because we don’t have that on hand.” Dean said.

My toes hit the sand, and I just felt calm. I noticed the same look on Dean's face. “Dean is this your first time going to the beach?” I asked him as we picked out a spot to lay our stuff out. “Yeah, I always asked, but was always denied the opportunity. Thinking about it now, so was Sam.” Dean said a sad expression falling to his face. ‘Change the subject Y/n’

“Sunscreen me up baby?” I asked hoping that would be enough to change the topic. “Oh of course doll.” He said walking over to my towel that I’d place on the said. I sat down and he sat behind me, his much larger thighs sitting on either side of my very much smaller ones.

“I’ll be gently.” Dean whispered in my ear. Doing as he said he gently rubbed the sunscreen on her back, over her shoulders, down her arms. “Can you stand up for me?” Dean asked. I shook my head and got up.

Facing him this time, his callused hands smothering my legs in sunscreen, my tummy, and then he turned me around so my back was facing him. He took what was left on his hands and did the back of my legs.

I turned around and he was wiping the rest off on his swim trunks. “I’mm go for a swim now okay, baby.’ I said, reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Okay baby. I’ll be there in a moment.” He said as I walked towards the water.

Like Dean said he was in the water with only a few moments later. “This is nice, Y/n.” He said getting closer to me. “Yeah, it is. A good thing to have on your bucket list.” I said flipping my hair back to get it wet.

We spent the entire rest of the day there, just swimming. Getting out and suntanning for a bit, just to get back into the water. Dean would swim, as I read my book. It was just a simple day, so calming.

Just has the sun started to fall over the horizon, Dean suggested we get back to the hotel room, take a shower, maybe end of for dinner. What Dean didn’t know what that while he was swimming, I had made a call to the closet horse ranch. I set our appointment for around this time giving us 3 hours. To just riding and maybe take a few breaks. Let's us be able to see the sun fall being the horizon like now.

Dean grabbed all of our belonging stuffing them back into bag, and I interlocked out fingers together has we walked back to the hotel. “You looked great today.” Dean said. as we walked back. “thank you, baby, it’s not like I had another to choose from.” I said teasing at Dean.

“Hey, don’t say that. We both know that you would have grabbed that, just to tease me.” Dean said as we made it through the door of our hotel room. ‘Remember shower, and then dinner’ I said to myself.

“We can shower together, make the process I little quicker. If you can keep your hands to yourself today.” I said as I undid the knot that was keeping my top on. “I can try doll.” He said dropping our bag on the floor, and following me like a lost puppy into the bathroom.

I slipped in and so did Dean. I was quick to wash my hair, and take my bottom off. No matter how hard you’d try you’ll always get sand in every place you don’ want it. Washing my body, I was able to get out before Dean.

I grabbed my towel, and wrapped it around my body. I went over to the sink, pulling my makeup out and lightly doing my face, blow drying my hair all before Dean got out of the shower. I left the bathroom, and I heard the water shut off.

“See I didn’t touch you.” Dean said wrapping his towel around his waist, and walking into the bedroom. Digging through my bag I found a summer dress, one that Dean very much liked me in. He found in his bag, a pair of new blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and of course his classical red flannel.

‘This boy and his damn flannel’ I thought as I slipped my sun dress over my chest, my skin was tanned and it looked amazing, so was Dean’s it only brought out his freckles and his eye.

“Did you put my sandals in here?” I asked as I dug through the bag. “Yeah, I did babe.” He said as he laced up his boots. ‘You can’t dress differently for one night out’ I thought to myself. ‘Why would I want you to dress any different though, I fell in love with the gruffness of you and that means your flannel addition to’ I smiled thinking.

“What’s got you smiling baby?” Dean asked pulling me from my thought. “You” I replied. Then he smiled, “Are you ready to get going?” He asked walking around the bed. “I sure am, dear.” I spoke.

So, we walked out of our hotel room, and to the impala. We drove for a few minutes before Dean looked over at me and said “I’m just driving. You gotta choose what we have for dinner tonight.” I rolled my eyes in a playful way.

After going a few streets down, I saw a cute restaurant. “Let’s go here” I said pointing at the building. “Okay, hold on baby.” Dean said making a very erratic move to turn us around and into a parking spot. ‘Fuck he knows how to drive this damn car. Why’s he gotta show off like that, he knows what happens to me when he does that.’ I thought to myself.

“You okay, baby?” Dean asked me. “Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine.” I said opening my door. We were able to get a seat rather quick, it wasn’t a normal diner, or burger shop that Dean was used.

This restaurant was a sushi place Not saying that Dean wouldn’t like it but I had a little bit of worry “Oh it’s sushi. I’ve always wanted to try that.” Dean said as the waiter placed a menu in front the both of us.

‘Of course, you wanted to try it. But why wasn’t it on your bucket list?’ I thought to myself as I looked over the menu contents. “Dean can I ask you something?” I said, looking over the menu. “Well, if you wanna be technical you already asked me a question, but yes baby.” he said setting down his menu, so I did the same.

“Why wasn’t eating food like this on your bucket list?” I said, looking at the buttons on Dean's flannel. “Because honestly when I’m with you. I can try and do anything. So, I figured that if it was going to be just the two of us, I ‘d try anything even if I’m scared to.” Dean said

‘Why are you always like this Dean? Why do you always have to say the best stuff? Why do you make moments like this just so much better with just your words?’ I thought to myself. The waiter came over and Dean and I order our food. I order some sushi along with some tuna with a wine, and Dean order a beer and a few rolls of sushi.

Dinner went by fast; we had a few laughs. I watched as Dean tried to use chopsticks, and then he got very pissed off when he noticed I was trying my hardest to not laugh, so he forgot about the chopsticks and got his fork instead. He teased me when My food went everywhere but my mouth.

We left and went back to the hotel, both of us just slightly drunk, which was more trying after being in the sun all day. We striped down, and climbed into the very comfortable bed.

Last night I wasn’t able to appreciate just how comfy this bed really way. “Good night love.” Dean said sliding his arm around my waist in a protective way. “Good night Deanie.” I said squeezing his hand. And just like that sleep had taken over both our bodies.

When I woke up the morning, I could smell another great meal being made, I again tamed my hair down, brushed my teeth, and did my business. When I walk out this time, Dean has his phone playing his 80′s rock music which I didn’t mind, so I made sure I was quiet and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Good morning baby.” He said, as he turned around so he could fully hug me.

“So, what’s your plan for today?” He asked me after he kissed my forehead. “Well, you said on your list, that you wanted to go horseback riding, so we have an appointment at like five in afternoon, but other than that I don’t have anything plan per say.” I said stealing a bit of bacon that was drying.

“Naughty!” Dean said. “go wait out in the living room, maybe we’ll just stay in for few hours, go shopping before we have to go horseback riding.” Dean said as I walked into the living turning the TV on.

Dean brought the plates out and we sat watching an old western movie. Dean cleaned the dishes, and then another old western movie came on, so we watched that. “Hey you remember I brought my cowboy hat with me, right?” Asked me as he came back into the living room.

“Yeah why?” I asked wondering where this conversation was going. “Do you also want a cowboy hat? You’d look great in one I think?” Dean said. ‘oh Y/n play into his fantasy. He’ll end up loving it later on. Just say yes you dork’ I thought to myself.

“Of course, I want a cowboy hat.” I said getting up, rather quickly causing a spell of dizziness. Dean caught me by the arm before I fell to the floor, “Maybe don’t get up the quickly babe.” He said as I sat on the arm on the couch.

“I’m okay now, but I wanna go get a hat, so get your ass together Dean” I said walking off to the bedroom. Dean hot on my tail in an effort to catch up with my speed. I had already changed into the jeans, and low-cut shirt that Dean had packed. ‘And of course, Dean packed this’ I thought to myself rolling my eyes.

Yet again another day where I’d be showing off my dark purple hickeys. I grabbed my sandals and phone and was waiting for Dean at the bar in the kitchen. “I’m ready, let’s go get you a cowboy hat doll.” He spoke.

We had to drive pretty far from the hotel to find a hat shop. Looking through I was wondering if I should get a white hat, or maybe a darker colored on, but since Dean had a white one, and it looks great on him. I decided that I'd go with white as well.

So, after waiting for a few hours and actual walking around the other stores. My hat was ready, and I was more than excited to be able to wear it. I wore my hat out of the store forgetting about Dean in the store as he paid.

When Dean came out, he had a huge grin on his face. He pulled phone and took a few pictures of me, as I spun around holding my hat down. “Baby, stop spinning around I want to take a picture with you.” He said as I put his own hat on.

So, I stopped and he clicked a few extras time. The last picture I kissed his cheek, and it slightly titled my hat back, but it was totally worth it for the reaction and picture that Dean was taking.

“Deanie, what time is it?” I asked starting to realize that it was getting late, and close to our appointment. “Around five Ish why?” He asked as he interlocked our fingers together and walked us to the impala. “Because out appointment is in an hour, so we gotta go.” I said running the rest of the way to car waiting or Dean to get in.

We were there at the horse ranch at least fifteen minutes early. “Let's go in now, see if we can get a few extra minutes for riding.” I said getting more and excited as the minutes passed by.

Again, interlocking just our pinkies. Something that Dean had learned calmed me down in moments like these. “Calm down love bug, or you’ll be very tired and won’t wanna riding the horses” He said. ‘I absolutely hate that your right dean, try puppies' eye’ ... ‘Well, that didn’t work’

We were eventually able to get on the back of some horse, after a long introduction, and instruction. We were able to go ride, just catching the sun setting behind the horizon. “Thank you for let us go and get what was on my bucket list done.” Dean said as we slowed down. “Of course, anything for you Deanie.” I spoke. “Thank you for just being with me Deanie. I love this time we have together.” I said winking at him.

“We should get back to the hotel room. I want another round on that damn bed, with my girl.” Dean said pulling the horse in the direction of the ranch. “That’s fine by me Deanie.” I said following in suit with Dean.

The rest of the ride back to the ranch was nice, and peaceful. The thought that I'd wake up the next morning probably very sore, and very happy. Was enough to get me excited for another vacation like this. Maybe we should do my bucket list next.

“Let’s go baby.” Dean said as I got off the off the horse.

Completed: 03/14/2021

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erule · 4 years ago

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Summary: it’s the reader’s birthday and Dean, her boyfriend, has a surprise for her. There are also Sam, Cas and Jack in this story.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 1710

A/N: tomorrow’s my birthday, so I thought to write something cute and extremely fluffy to celebrate it! The sentence down here is from the song called Fine Line by Harry Styles, that inspired me to write this.

Story under the cut!

“𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒚”.

The bunker was quiet that morning.

She got up with a sense of fear, because usually she could hear Sam and Dean discussing about some case, with the noise of something burned getting inside her nose. She went to the kitchen, they weren’t there. Yeah, that was strange, because the always told her if they went out, even with a text, but this time, nothing. So, she tried to pray Castiel, wondering if Jack was with him on a case of if they were with the Winchesters, but he didn’t answer either. Very strange. Castiel always answered. He even appeared to her while she was fighting with Dean about something once.

Anyway, after the fact that no one had answered her calls and having searched for them likeanywhere in the bunker, she went out. The weather was cold and she only wore Dean’s usual t-shirt, therefore she was freezing to death. But well, here we were.

«Took you long enough, uh?» Dean said with a smile, arms crossed and back leaning against Baby.

«Are you crazy? I was worried about you!» she yelled.

«I am worried about you, since you’re half naked and not in our bed!» he replied, taking off his jacket to cover her shoulders. «Could you please get dressed?»

«Could you please explain to me what you have in mind? And were are the others? Did you kill them?»

Dean chuckled.

«Not yet. Look, I just have a surprise for you. Don’t ask and put something nice on.»

«Like a smile?»

«Like a dress» Dean said.

«Fine. Only for you.»

«Thank you very much.»

Here’s what she did: she took off Dean’s clothes, let her nose get drunk on his perfume for a moment and then got dressed. She wore a cute, simple red dress and a pair of sneakers. She wasn’t used to wearing elegant clothes as she went hunting every day, but she wasn’t the type who liked them either. Besides, Dean didn’t say they were going to the opera! By the way, who knows what he had invented… all that mystery was putting a great curiosity on her.

What she knew about Dean was this: he was a caring boyfriend. Sure, in his own way, but he was. He wasn’t someone who liked to talk about their feelings or put a label on their relationship, but she knew he cared and that was enough. She could see it when he glanced at her during a fight with a monster to see if she needed help; she could see it from small gestures, like when he brushed her thigh under the table just to understand if she was okay or uncomfortable; she could see it from his smile when she kissed him in the morning before going to get breakfast for everyone while he remained happy in bed. He appreciated her. Most people don’t do that, but he did. He always cared, even they fought, because she knew that his way to treat her bad after an argument was his way to say that he was hurt because he cared about her. Dean was a man of acts, not words.

«Y/N, are you ready?»

«Yes, babe!»

She got in the car and looked in front of her, thinking about what he could have thought: a pic-nic? A trip to nowhere? A trip to somewhere? The beach? No, it was Autumn, that ws not possibile.

«You’re wondering where we’re going, aren’t you?» he asked with a grin on his face. Stupid adorable Dean’s face.

«You know me.»

«Sweetheart, I promise you’ll love it.»

«I have no doubt about that, I’m just curious» she replied, but the curiosity was killing her from the inside.

Dean smiled.

«You’ll see.»

At first, Y/N didn’t get what he was doing. She looked at him extremely suspicious, while he was telling her about the resolution of a some old case with Sam. She nodded, still thinking, but well, it didn’t take Dean too long to make her laugh and distract her from her plan. She immediately responded, reminding him of that time in which she had to save him from a witch who was very much intrigued by him, but she was jealous she just knew something was off. That was the time before the case in which she almost got killed and Dean declared his eternal love for her.

«I remember very well I just said: I feel something for you, Y/N» Dean replied.

«No, you didn’t.»

And then, he kissed her and she, three years later, didn’t recall a better memory than that.

And so they arrived. Y/N got out of the car and when she stepped on the ground, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

«Dean, are you serious?»

«What ever made you believe otherwise?»

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying in vain to hold back her tears. Here’s what Dean had done: he had asked everyone to go out and not answer her because he wanted her to join him outside the bunker, then they had traveled by the car for a couple of hours, eating something for breakfast, laughing and talking about everything. All of that just to take her there, on that hill where he had told her he loved her for the first time, to watch the sunset together. He had confused her ideas because they had walked streets after streets, without her realizing that they were not really going anywhere, because they had to go back in the end, since that place was not very far from the bunker. And so, in the end, his gift to her was his time.

«You’re such a romantic man, Dean Winchester» she said, putting her arms around his neck with sweetness.

«Sometimes» he replied, smiling while looking away.

«You know, I remember when you admitted you were head over heels for me, here.»

Dean open his mouth in disbelief.

«Me? You were so desperate for a kiss from me!» he said and Y/N laughed.

«Not true at all!»

It ended up with Dean tickling her until she declared she couldn’t take it anymore, so they sat and watched the sun die behind the skyline of the city in the distance.

She rested her head on Dean’s arm, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the temple. He’d given her the one thing no one could buy: his time, the same time they hadn’t had for weeks because they’d been busy with cases. She could never be grateful enough for that.

«The others are waiting for us at home. Tell me when you want us to go back.»

Y/N closed her eyes.

«Never.»

Dean laughed.

«You can always bribe me with a slice of cake or a kiss, you know. I would prefer cake just because I’m hungry.»

She laughed.

«I bribe you with both, my love» she replied, giving him immediately a kiss.

She took his face in her hands as they fell with their backs against the grass, letting her legs intertwine with Dean’s, slipping into a whirlwind of warmth, sweetness and passion at the same time.

They didn’t notice the time that passed. They only realized they were late when Castiel called them worried about where they were, because he, Sam and Jack were waiting for them at the bunker. At that point, they had to get up and go back, but not before they had bought something for dinner.

Once home, Y/N started to enter, but Dean stopped her at the door.

«Hey, I wasn’t completely honest with you before» Dean said, taking her hand. She looked at him, confused. «You know I don’t like chick flick moments, but today is your day, so I’ll make an effort. I just want to tell you that I need you in my life and I think this pretty much sums up how I feel about you.»

Her bottom lip trembled. She felt her eyes burning, but she didn’t cry. She just breathed out and then hugged him so tight her chuckles became white.

«Thank you.»

Dean caressed her hair.

«Yeah. Now we have to go, cherry pie.»

Y/N composed herself and then they entered in the bunker. The lights were off, but they were turned on when Sam, Cas and Jack screamed Happy birthday! Y/N was astonished.

«Oh guys, you didn’t have to bother!»

«You’re joking, right?» Sam asked, while running to her in order to hug her. «Happy birthday, Y/N.»

«Thanks, Sam» she replied. «And there was the pie!» she said, looking at Dean, that was caught while he was looking at it so greedily. «You don’t even look at me like that!»

Sam laughed.

Then, they finally had the chance to chat and celebrate her birthday properly. For once, there was no day that was bleeding or someone who got hurt. It was just the five of them, a family, enjoying a special moment. She looked at Dean, across the table, who was laughing out loud at Sam’s jokes and thought she was grateful for all she had.

Before going to sleep, Y/N sat down on the bed he shared with Dean, his shirt back on and her arms wrapped around her knees. She watched him enter the room and look at her in confusion.

«What’s wrong? Do I still have some cake on my face?»

«No, you just look happy. I had missed it.»

Dean took a seat next to her on the bed.

«Do you know what I like about you? That after five years of being together you always look at me as if I were the most beautiful miracle that has ever happened to you. I wish you could see it» he said, with so much light in his eyes.

«And I would like you to know how much I appreciated the gift you gave me today. I can never repay you enough for this» she replied, putting her arms around his neck and caressing his hair.

«Are you sure? Because there is a very interesting way to do that…»

Y/N chuckled.

«I thought that it was my birthday, not yours.»

«Well, technically, midnight is long past now, sweetheart» Dean replied.

Y/N gave him a kiss on his lips.

«Let the party begin, then.»

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waywardxwords · 4 years ago

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Forever After All

Summary: Sam and Dean return from a long hunt feeling mentally and physically exhausted. You do your best to show Sam that you aren’t going anywhere, and that you’re in it for the long haul--for forever. Sam doesn’t believe in forever, but you hope--one day--you’ll make him a believer.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,376

Warnings: Fluff? No warnings, really.

You couldn’t help but steal another glance at the clock hanging on the wall of the kitchen. Tick…tock…tick…tock.

The beep from the oven made you jump—your hair on the back of your neck stood to attention and goosebumps flooded your arms. You brought your hands up to rub at the bumps. You walked to the oven and pulled the door down. You equipped your hands with oven mitts and reached in for the cherry pie.

As you closed the oven and hit the “Off” button, you looked around at the counter tops in the bunker’s kitchen.

Pie, a Greek salad, a pasta dish, steak, a burger for Dean, garlic parmesan mashed potatoes, and chocolate chip cookies. Because even though Sam would say he didn’t want any, you knew you would find him in the kitchen in the middle of the night to sneak one.

You knew you had overdone it, but you also knew the only way you could calm your brain was by cooking and baking. The boys had said they would be back at the bunker by 6:00 PM. It was 9:45 PM. The rational part of your brain knew that they were late all of the time—usually they would call, but still. Maybe they just lost track of time…

Before you could even process another thought, you heard the heavy door to the bunker open. You tried to contain your excitement and anxiousness, but you couldn’t help the slight skip in your step as you hurried to the corridor to catch a glimpse.

Both were vertical—neither looked seriously injured. They both looked like they could use a shower, but otherwise, you were calling this one a win.

“Hi,” you breathed. They both looked up and caught your eye.

“Y/N,” Sam breathed. “I’m so sorry I didn’t call. My phone got busted on the hunt, Dean’s too…and the spares were dead…” he trailed off as you took the few steps towards him. You reached on your tip-toes and threw your arms around his neck, your fingers intertwined in his brown locks. Hot tears pooled in your eyes and you squeezed them shut to try to will them to go away.

“It’s okay,” you sighed thankfully. “I’m just so glad you’re okay.”

You pulled down, your hands cupping his face tenderly on the way down. Your eyes danced between his back and forth to make sure he was really okay—you could always tell.

You reached for Dean next, grasping his shoulder with your hand. “Both of you—I am so thankful you’re both okay.”

Dean smiled a painful smile in your direction and nodded. “I’m gonna take a shower and get changed,” he said.

“Any patchwork needed?” You asked hesitantly. There wasn’t a lot you hated in this world, but cleaning and stitching their wounds was one of them. You had some medical experience, and Sam wouldn’t let you tag along for hunts, so to make yourself feel useful, you cooked enough food to feed a small army and stitched up their wounds when they came back from hunts.

Dean looked down almost to evaluate his injuries before saying, “Nah, just scratches and bruises. Thanks, Y/N.”

As he walked away, you called after him, “Oh! I made dinner—burgers, steak, potatoes…the usual. And pie!” He smiled over his shoulder.

“Don’t have to tell me twice. I’ll stop by and grab something after my shower,” he said as he walked into his room and closed his door behind him.

You turned your attention to Sam. His eyes grazed the ground below his feet as he shifted his weight, his backpack hanging loosely off one shoulder. “What about you, babe? What’s your injury situation?” You brought your hand up to his shoulder.

“Nah, I’m all good,” he breathed with a small smile. “I’m gonna go shower, too. I’ll be out in a bit.” He leaned forward to give you a quick peck. That was his way of saying he needed to be alone. You had stopped feeling the weight of disappointment when he wanted some space after a hunt. You understood, and you knew Sam loved you. It still just felt…sad.

“Sounds good,” you managed a small smile. You pushed your hands into your back pockets and walked towards the kitchen. You started to clean up the dishes and utensils you had used to make dinner.

Before starting, you unlocked your iPhone on the countertop. You opened Spotify, and clicked the top song on the list.

As the music started, you turned on the kitchen sink and rolled up your sleeves.

A cold beer’s got 12 ounces, a good truck’s got maybe three hundred thousand

You hummed along with the song as you put a dab of dish soap on the sponge, lathering the dishes in the sink. Your mind drifted—away from hunting, away from cuts and bruises, away from sadness. Memories of happy times—that time the hunt had taken you to the beaches of California, and Sam interlocked your fingers as you ran through the sand to put your toes in the Pacific.

You only get so much until it’s gone, Duracells in a Maglite

Or the time he had taken you out to a field to watch for meteors in South Dakota, and the night ended with the two of you dancing under the stars with music coming from the speakers of the Impala.

The thoughts made a smile pull at the corners of your lips.

A needle drop on a 45, are the kinda things that only last so long

You jumped slightly when you heard Dean clear his throat behind you. “Y/N, seriously, you’re the best.” He breathed as his eyes moved over all of the food you had spent the afternoon cooking. He swung by the sink and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing a clean plate from the drying rack.

“You’re welcome,” you beamed. “Enjoy it. I’m not super hungry but I’m happy to sit with you and eat!” You offered.

“Nah, it’s alright,” he piled his plate with a little of everything, and a lot of pie. “Dr. Sexy has a new episode on tonight so I, uh…” he thumbed towards his bedroom.

You laughed softly with a nod. “No problem, have fun.” You smiled as you turned back to the dishes.

When the new wears off, and they get to getting old; sooner or later, times’ gonna take its toll

As the chorus began, you couldn’t help but move your hips slowly with the melody; your lips moving along as you sang quietly to yourself.

They say nothing lasts forever, but they ain’t see us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes, just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million other things that I could look at my whole life

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his arms snake around your waist. You closed your eyes at the smell of his shampoo and aftershave, the flannel that adorned his arms rolled up to his elbows. His head ducked and his lips found their favorite spot on the nape of your neck.

“You scared me,” you breathed as you dropped the sponge and shut off the faucet. You turned in his arms and dried your hands on your pants before placing them softly on Sam’s chest.

“Sorry,” he said softly. His words still felt heavy—you knew his mind was still racing with the outcome of that last hunt, whatever that was. But his eyes looked lighter; calmer.

“Don’t be,” you reached up and touched his face. “You okay?” Your eyes moved back and forth between his; as much as you loved Sam, while he wouldn’t lie to you, you knew he would fib from time to time to protect you.

“Yeah,” he sighed, but his eyes told you he wasn’t. He knew you could tell. He pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapped around your back tighter than they had before. His lips found that same spot on your neck once more.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked quietly as you brought your hands up to his hair to twist the strands around your fingers; you knew well enough that the feeling of you playing with his hair was calming to him.

He shook his head against your skin, bringing his face up once more. “Not really.” You knew what that meant. The hunt hadn’t gone entirely as planned, and while you were thankful your boyfriend and his brother had made it out mostly unscathed, they most likely had lost a victim in the process.

“Okay,” you brushed the tips of your fingers against his cheek. “You want to eat something?”

He smiled at the array of food you had placed out on the counter top. “Not right now. Ya know, you don’t have to make a five-course meal every time we go out to hunt.” He chuckled.

“I know,” a sheepish grin pulled at the corners of your lips. “Busy hands, busy brain…it’s a good distraction sometimes.”

His brows creased a bit as his eyes grazed over your features with concern. He hated worrying you, but it was sort of part of the gig.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed as he moved to turn away from you. He rubbed at his forehead as he slowly walked by the kitchen table. “Seriously, Y/N. I’m just really sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” You gave him a moment but he didn’t say anything, his back still facing you. “Hey,” you moved, your fingers wrapped around his wrist and tugged. You weren’t nearly strong enough to make Sam budge—but he still turned towards you. “Talk to me, Sam. Please.”

He ran his hand down his face once more and sighed. “For this…” he waved his hand, his eyes followed around the bunker. “For bringing you into a life you never asked for.” He breathed.

You took a few steps to him and collected his hands in yours. “Hey,” you tried to catch his gaze. “Sam, look at me.” His eyes found yours—you could see the pain, the fear and the uncertainty. “You never asked for this life, either. That’s the thing about life. Sure, we can want things—but life tends to just happen, anyway.”

Sam closed his eyes as you brought your hands to his face, cupping either side of his face tenderly. “It’s different being born into this life and choosing this life, Y/N.”

“Here’s the thing, Sam,” your voice barely above a whisper, but you wanted to be certain he could hear it. “I didn’t choose this life, but I chose you. And if this life comes along with you, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His eyes closed again, almost as if he was disappointed. “Nothing lasts forever, Y/N.”

Your teeth grazed your bottom lip as you pondered. You wanted to do anything to make him know you weren’t leaving; that you wouldn’t go anywhere. You moved your hands to the collar of his flannel, pulling him to you as if he couldn’t get close enough.

Your lips were on his before he had a second to interject. He brought his hands to the hem of your tank top—his fingers moved quickly to grip your warm skin.

“Wait,” he pushed gently, his eyes still closed. “This doesn’t solve anything. I just…I want you to be safe.”

You smiled back at him, your fingers reaching up to his face. “I am safe, because you keep me safe. I’m not afraid, Sam. I don’t want you to be, either.”

Sam’s eyes darted back and forth between yours. His jaw tightened once, twice…and before you knew it, his lips were back on yours. His hands put pressure on your hips as he hoisted you on to the edge of the counter, just in front of the sink. You focused on not tipping backwards, but you knew his hands wouldn’t let you fall. He used his body to push between your legs, your knees separating. As your lips danced together, he pulled back momentarily to work their way down your jawline to your neck. His tongue moved strategically over your sweet spot—the one that made your eyes roll back and close involuntarily.

“Sam,” you breathed. “Sam, wait…” you used everything in your power as you flattened your hands on his chest and pushed slightly. He broke the suction with your skin and looked over you. “Listen, I am seriously enjoying this…trust me. But I really don’t want your brother to walk in on us in the kitchen. It might ruin food for him forever.”

Sam couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips. “I don’t think there’s anything in the world that could ruin food for Dean.”

You moved your head from side to side as you contemplated—he was probably right. “But still, can we take this somewhere else?” You couldn’t help the glint in your eyes or the way your teeth pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and bit down gently.

His lips widened in a smile. “We can do that.”

He lifted your hips off of the counter top and lowered you so your feet were back on the floor. Sam’s hand found yours, fingers locking together. You followed as he led you to his bedroom, closing the door and escorting you to the edge of the bed you had shared together for over a year now. As you sat, you watched him slowly unbutton the clean shirt he had just put on.

“Hey,” you breathed and reached for his hand. “Listen, I know you believe nothing lasts forever…” you looked down as you played with his fingers, your fingertips tracing small circles over the top of his hand. “But can you accept that you are my forever, and I’m yours?”

He broke his eye contact with you with a breath. A smile played at the corners of his lips. “For now, I can accept that.” He whispered.

“I’ll take it,” you smiled. Your lips returned to his, just as his hand cupped your face.

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts, maybe some things last forever after all

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know if you have any feedback!

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A Man of Letters - Chapter Ten

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Summary: It started as a simple hunt for Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean didn’t realize that this single case would change his life forever. Now they are on the biggest mission of their lives, and without the use of cellphones, the only way he can communicate with the love of his life is through old fashioned letter writing. He has done everything in his power to keep her safe, but will it be enough? Word Count: 7212 (ish)

Series Warnings: Language, slow burn, angst, smut, alcohol consumption, fluff, SPN typical violence (individual chapters will contain relevant warnings) a little meta Chapter Warning: IT’S CHRISTMAS, humor (Is that really a warning?) and a little bit of sweet.(Always), angst, spicy (smut), unprotected (ish) sex

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Y/F/N “Santa’s Little Helper” Y/L/N

127 Washington St

Lincoln, NE 68506

Babe,

I will tell you it took me a few minutes to read your letter because I just wanted to look at the pictures that you sent. You're right, one of us in bed being lazy is my new favorite. The way you smile in that picture is exactly how you smile at me when you wake up in the morning. I love it on the one hand, but it's sad too. If I close my eyes and it's quiet, I can almost imagine myself back there. I love the one at the bonfire. That hangover was awful, it's a great picture, and we look like we are having fun. How do you think I would forget the beach picture with my favorite bathing suit? I can tell you that you went to the edge of the water to wash your feet and legs off. I called your name, you looked at me over your shoulder and blew me a kiss, right before you laughed and I took the picture.

Thank you for sending them, just like with all the photos you take they tell a story, I'm just lucky enough to be in your story. That first Thanksgiving together was awesome, we had so many people we care about there. Sam and I had a real Thanksgiving meal that wasn't from a gas station or TV dinner. Of course, thinking of that makes me think about Christmas. You went out of your way to make it memorable. I had never had a real tree that I remember, but cutting down my own? I didn't realize what I was missing. Christmas morning was still the best. I still can't figure out how you and Sam were able to pull it off.

We have gone on three raids since your last letter and have come up with a lot of nothing. They knew we were coming, that is the only thing I can think of. Sam and I talked about it, we have an idea that maybe someone around here is running their mouth, so we are locking shit down. Unless we need to go for supplies, everyone stays here; if they go out, it's in pairs now. We did find a couple of ledgers that were left behind. Charlie is putting them all into a computer and will try to make sense of them or decide if they were left there to throw us off the trail. We are still training; sometimes, I get so angry; it's what gets me through.

I sat down with Sam the other day and finally told him my plan. I was going to wait until this job was over, but I honestly thought this job would have already been over. He blew my mind when he told me he was surprised I hadn't done it already. He said he knew by that first Christmas that it was just a matter of time, that I would leave this life behind within five years. He knew I couldn't walk away until we wrapped things up as neatly as possible, which, as you know, is why I'm on this job. I no longer feel like I'm walking away from my brother, but that I'm walking towards something, I'm just fucking ready.

Before I sign off, I want to tell you how proud I am that you were chosen again as the official photographer! You are so good; there is no one else they could have picked! I hope I have better news next time, but unless something breaks soon, I won't be back in time to help with the parade this year, but I know you will be great! Watch your back until I can.

I Love You,

2 ½ years ago

Tink: Sam, I need your help with something.

Sam: Are you okay?

Tink: Yes, I'm fine; it's about a present for Dean. Can you talk?

Sam: He is sitting right next to me.

Tink: Can you get up?

Sam: We are in the car

Tink: You didn't tell him it was me texting you, did you? I want it to be a surprise.

Sam: No, but he is starting to give me weird looks.

Tink: Can you see the face I'm giving you right now, Sam? This is a SECRET

Sam: okay well stop saying shit that makes me laugh because he just asked me who I was texting like a schoolgirl

Tink: Ugh!. Can you call me when you guys get to the motel, but it should be before or after Dean calls. Please. Shhh a SECRET

Sam: I'll call before because you guys are on the phone half the night, and I'm not staying up that late.

Tink: I'm STILL giving you the face Sam

Sam: Okay, I'll call. I got to go. Dean just rolled down the window and is giving me a look. I'm not going to lose another one of my phones so ttyl.

Standing side by side, arms crossing their chest in matching poses, they studied the tree that they put in the stand in the front living room window.

Y/N pressed her lips together in a line, "I think it needs to go on the back porch; it's too big."

"What!" Dean cried, "It's perfect. I just might need to trim it a little."

She shook her head, disagreeing with him, "It's wider than I am tall at the bottom and-" she gestured to the ceiling laughing, "-it's all scrunched up at the top, like by a foot. We would have to put a dangly star ornament as a tree topper. The tree is actually bent over."

"Okay," he chuckled, "It might be a little bigger in this room than I thought it would be."

"Dean," she pointed to the tree, "there is actually a picture window behind that tree, but you can't tell because it's so…" she gestured her hands around.

"Fluffy?" Dean suggested.

Y/N giggled, "first of all, hearing you say the word fluffy, makes me laugh. Second, if we light a fire in the fireplace, that tree will go up in smoke."

"You know, Babe," Dean said, bumping her hip, wiggling his eyebrows, "fluffy could be our safe word."

"Really?" she questioned, rolling her eyes with a smile, "since when do we need a safe word? I don't need one. Do you need one?"

He pulled her into his arms, brushed her hair away from her face as he dragged his teeth along her jaw; he continued to kiss down her neck, his scruff marking her neck.

"Codeword," was her breathless response.

"Huh?" he pulled away looking at her.

With a smirk, she focused on his face. "Fluffy should be the code word to why we can't ever get anything done when you are here."

"That sounds like you're complaining."

"Uh...no that is not complaining, it is an observation." She flashed him her brightest smile as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Complaining would be bitching that I could sit in the kitchen; and hang ornaments on the tree." Dean took that moment to look at her, to appreciate the woman in his life. She made his heart sing whenever she was near. Not wanting to waste another second, he hauled her body to his, crushing his mouth to hers, swallowing the gasp of shock; taking the opportunity of her open mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue dancing with hers, he moved his hand up, pulling off her knit hat and entangling his fingers into the hair at the base of her skull, pulling her closer as a moan rumbled through his chest. With her hands fisted in his jacket, they broke away, catching their breath. Her lips quirked up in a smile as she looked up at him.

"See?" she pointed out, "you distract me with all of your flannel lumberjackness."

He chucked, "Well, I did just chop down our first Christmas tree, even if we had to wait for Christmas Eve to do it."

"Hmm," she hummed, eyeing the tree out of the corner of her eye. "Do you need help with whatever we are doing with it?"

"Nah," he said, pulling his gloves out of his back pocket, "Sammy will be here soon, he can help me with it. I'm just going to drag it back outside".

"Hold on," she said, pulling her phone out of her back pocket, "let's take a picture in front of the tree first." They stood in front of the tree, as she snapped the selfie as they both wore matching cheesy grins.

Sam got to Y/N's bungalow just as Dean finished bringing the tree out the front door. They worked together to cut it down, shaking all the snow off before bringing it back into the house. Y/N was in the kitchen, pulling out the cornbread she made to serve with the chili that had been cooking all day in the crockpot. After they ate, Dean helped her get the ornaments out of the attic. She had already decorated the rest of the house weeks earlier but wanted to wait for him to get the tree. After dinner, Y/N turned on the Christmas music as she made hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps; she brought it into the living room, standing back to watch Sam and Dean pass the lights back and forth, wrapping the tree with them.

"Hey Babe," Dean looked back at her, motioning to the tree, "what do you think? Pretty great, huh?"

"It's beautiful," she smiled. "I made some hot chocolate," she gestured, holding up the Santa Claus mugs, "to drink while we hang ornaments." They both looked at her with matching scrunched noses and raised eyebrows.

Rolling her eyes, she held out the mugs, "Try it, before you start making those faces at me. "Have I ever made you anything you didn't like?”

"Butter beans," Dean mumbled.

Y/N exhaled a long breath. "Does it look like I'm trying to give you a mug of butter beans? Whatever-" she set the mugs on the coffee table, "you guys are missing out." With that, she wrapped her hands around her cup and took a long drink.

"Y/N, don't be mad," Sam said, picking up the mug. "I'm sure it's good hot chocolate." Taking a sip, his eyes grew large. "Damn, Y/N, these taste like Girl Scout cookies."

"What?" Dean questioned, picking up his mug, "I love Girl Scout cookies."

"No kidding." Y/N deadpanned.

Taking a swig, he licked his lips, "It tastes like the Thin Mints."

"You don't say," she said looking over the rim of her mug as she took another drink.

"Well, you didn't say you made hot chocolate that tastes like cookies."

"Anyway," she set her mug down, "I got you both something, I want you to open before we hang up ornaments.” She walked over to the fireplace decorated with pine garland, multiple sized white candles scattered over the entire mantle. Tucked in the corner, were two small gifts wrapped in white tissue paper. She handed Dean the one with the red ribbon and Sam the one with the green ribbon.

"Wait," Dean said, turning the small package in his hand, "Are we doing presents now?"

Y/N shook her head, "This is just a small thing I made for you guys, go on, open them."

She bit her lip as she watched them pull the ribbon and tear open the paper. Inside they each found an "S" and a "D," respectively made of thin wood with a ribbon attached at the top. On each was multiple pictures of themselves decoupaged on the letter.

"I forget how many pictures you take," Sam said, holding it up by the strip of cloth as he studied it, "it's an ornament, right?"

"It is," she smiled. "I wanted you each to have your very own ornament to hang on the tree too."

As Dean stared at the ornament, studying the pictures, he mumbled almost to himself, "I can't remember ever having my own ornament before."

Before she knew it, they had both engulfed her in a hug, squeezing her. "I. Can't. Breathe," came her muffled plea.

Sam stepped back, his hand rubbing her upper arm. "Thank you, Tink, this means so much."

Dean took the opportunity to pull her against his chest, his lips brushing the shell of her ear squeezing her just a little tighter "Babe, you have no idea how special this is.”

They turned the Christmas music up as they hung ornaments on the tree with a couple for refills of the spiked hot chocolate and the cookies she had made earlier. After they finished, Dean built a fire in the fireplace as Y/N put all of the presents under the tree. They sat around the living room, the only illumination from the tree and the fire. Dean settled in his "spot" on the couch, draping his arm over the back, Y/N lying next to him, with her toes tucked under his thigh. At this point, it was a habit; it's how they always sat there together.

Sam sat across from them on one of the comfy chairs. She shared stories of when she was a kid at Christmas, and Sam and Dean shared some stories of how they spent their holidays. She made them tell her a couple of stories twice. Her favorite was of them bursting into this Rent-a-Santa trailer because they thought he was murdering someone, but he was just smoking pot, getting drunk, and watching porn, so they sang Silent Night to get out of it.

Standing up, Sam stretched his arms over his head, yawning. "I'm going head to bed."

"Night Sammy," they said in unison.

Raising his eyebrows, he shook his head at them with a huff of laughter, "Yeah, see you two in the morning."

He made this way to the second bedroom of Y/N's bungalow. It was her office, but she had also made it into a guest room for him. He quietly closed the door, pulled off his clothes, folded them, and placed them on the chair. He pulled on his flannel sleep pants and a clean t-shirt. He slipped into the crisp sheets of his bed; he laced his fingers behind his head and settled into his pillow with a smile. He could hear the hum of voices from the living room as he let his mind wander.

Sam could see the changes in Dean since he met Y/N, especially when he was here. Dean was very tight-lipped about her unless it was just the two of them, but he could tell Dean was trying to put things in order. He knew he wasn't going to leave things unfinished. Now that Gabriel is back, it was just a matter of time before they could open the rift again to get Mom and Jack. After they were home safe, he knew Dean was going to walk away from hunting; his priorities had changed. It wasn't that Dean didn't want or think people needed saving; he was just tired.

Dean talked more to Sam about how he felt since Y/N came into their lives than all of the years before. There were little snippets here and there, but Sam paid attention. It was the little things that he said and, maybe louder, were the things he didn't. Sam knew Dean had sacrificed so much, had saved him so many times, hell, they both had, but this time he knew it was going to be for good. Once Dean walked away, he would never come back. That didn't make him angry, it scared him, if Dean wasn't there he had some big shoes to fill, Sam wasn't sure that he was good or strong enough to do what Dean has done for all of these years, but Sam was willing to try because after everything his brother had done for him, this was the thing he could do for Dean. Closing his eyes with a smile, he listened to the murmur of their voices and the soft sound of Christmas music as he fell asleep.

Standing up, Dean reached his hand out to Y/N, slipping her hand in his, he pulled her from the couch.

"Come on, Babe," he smiled as he led her in front of the fireplace, the twinkling lights from the tree bouncing around the room.

Dean pulled her to him, took her right hand in his and rested his hand at the small of Y/N's back. "Dancing with you, this is one of your favorite Christmas songs."

She tilted her head to listen, hearing Michael Bublé singing, "I'll Be Home For Christmas."

As he rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand, she smiled up at him as they moved around the living room.

"Dean, you hate dancing."

"But, you don't," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips, "besides, I don't hate dancing. How could I hate something that means I can have you right here in my arms."

It was in that moment that Y/N’s heart swelled, an overwhelming feeling of admiration and love for the man holding her flooded her soul. She pulled back slightly, capturing the look of his green eyes twinkling in the firelight. “I lo-” she began, her mouth snapping shut as her lips closed, heat creeping up her face as he raised his eyebrow. Her mouth hung agape for a second, as she tried to find the words to cover up her stumble. “I-I love this song, this time of year,” she stammered, lowering her eyes to fixate on the collar of his shirt. She reached up to start fixing it, “so, so much,” she finished in a mumble.

Dean slowed the dancing, his eyes not once moving from her face as she fumbled with the clothes he was wearing. He knew he needed to do something, they had been dancing around the ‘L’ word for months but this is the closest one of them had come to saying it. The silence in the air was palpable and Dean swallowed hard. Before he could even begin to take an action, Y/N cleared her throat.

“Anyway, I think that’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard come out for your mouth,” she chuckled, her nerves engulfing her as she rested her forehead against his chest.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Eh, I've had better lines, and worse," he chuckled, deciding to let the near slip up slide.

"Great."

"Come on Babe, you know it's not like that anymore, I flirt if I need information, but that's it."

She lifted her head to look at him, "I'm not worried, Dean. We talk pretty much every night, and you come here every chance you can, even when you are all banged up after a job. I mean, I never thought I would learn how to stitch a person up." Rubbing her hand up and down his back she smiled. "The women don't concern me, they can't help themselves. I mean, look how they act around here, and I'm with you.”

"They are just trying to be helpful."

"Hmm," she hummed. "Yeah, they want to help you do something."

"It doesn't matter; I usually don't notice until you start laughing." He smirked

"Exactly! That's what makes it so funny. They are falling all over you, and you don't even notice. Then I start laughing because it is so obvious and that's when you start looking around. That's one of the reasons I know I have nothing to worry about. Women aren't my concern; it's your job." She ran the back of her fingers along his scruffy jaw, looking into his deep green eyes. "I can't imagine anyone is as good as you are; it just scares me sometimes. I know you went to Hell and the Mark of Cain, what if something happens like that again?"

He stopped swaying to the music as he captured her hand and held it against his face. "Y/N, I would be lying if I didn't say what we do isn't dangerous, I'm not going to blow smoke, but it isn't like it used to be, I know I have Sam, but now I also have you. I know what is important."

"Dean, what if you don't have a choice?"

"There is always a choice, Babe. Team Free Will and all, I'll be fine."

"Just come back to me, please don't make Sam have to make that phone call."

Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly. "Always Babe. I will always come back to you."

"You better," she sniffed.

"Hey," he chuckled "No, crying, it's Christmas."

"I'm not crying," she smiled through her tears, "I have allergies."

He wiped her tears with his fingers, then wiped them on his jeans. "You know we have danced to like three songs by now."

"Well, I guess that will at least get you to New Year's Eve" she laughed

They blew out the candles and tapped down the fire, leaving the tree lights on and headed to bed. Dean stripped down to his boxers, and Y/N changed into a t-shirt with her boy shorts. Crawling under the covers, Dean turned off the bedside lamp and pulled her into his side, her head resting against his chest and listened to his heart's steady beat.

Dean blinked open his eyes as he found himself lying on his side, Y/N's back pressed against his chest, his arm draped around her waist. He breathed deep, his nose ghosting her exposed neck. Then she did it again, she began to push against him, and grind into him in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her, inflaming his need. He pulled her body tighter against him as he rubbed his hardness against her, eliciting another moan from Y/N. She woke up and turned her head to him with a sleepy smile before he captured her lips with a deep kiss. Rolling her on her back, he began to kiss down her neck, his shirt that she had claimed from him months ago in his way. Sitting back on his heels between her legs, he grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and unceremoniously yanked it off and threw it on the floor. She had gotten him so worked up that he was on a mission. Running his hands up her thigh, he settled his fingers in the crease of her legs, his thumbs brushing against the material of her boy shorts. A gasp escaped her lips as his thumbs continued to rub her through the cloth.

"It looks like I wasn't the only one getting worked up this morning," he grinned. Y/N tried to move closer, but he held her in place. He leaned down, ran his tongue alongside the band of her underwear, pulling a whimper from her as her hips involuntarily bucked.

"Dean," she whined, "stop teasing and get moving, I'm about to lose my damn mind here.”

He pulled off her underwear in one swift move. As his eyes focused on her hip, he stopped moving; an eerie growl rumbling through his chest. Mesmerized, his fingertips reached out, tracing the ink there. The tattoo is the size of his fist and is an anti possession matching the one on his chest; his eyes snapped to hers as he sees a vulnerability in her as she watches him, the need to protect her exploding inside of him.

"When did you do this?" he rasps.

"Sam helped me two weeks ago," she whispered, now not so sure by the look on his face that she had done the right thing.

"Why?" he croaked.

"Because you were worried about me, and-" she stuttered, "-and I thought if I did this, you wouldn't be as stressed out."

His heart beat hard in his chest as his vision danced between her new ink and her eyes. Y/E/C orbs that were clearly showing Dean her raw feelings for him. It was then that he questioned why it took him so long to tell her how he felt, always running away from others who tried to share their heart with him. Yet maybe it was because Dean was always running to her, even before he even knew she existed. As he ran his thumb over her hip, he knew he needed to tell her; he had to, his chest ached at the thought he had kept those words to himself for so long. A slow, peaceful grin spread across his face he laid down next to her, pulling her into his arms. She slowly brushed her finger over the tattoo on his chest.

"Dean?" she questions with an anxious tone, her heart sinking, afraid that she had gotten it all wrong.

He swallows a lump in his throat as the words his heart demands that he speak, wage war within him. What if in telling Y/N, the forces outside his control tear her away from him? But, if he doesn't tell her soon, will she walk away with the belief that none of this was real?

He brushes her hair away from her face as he cups her cheek, lifting her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes are glassy as she blinks back at him; she feels lost. Usually, she is strong and fierce, but she feels on the verge of despair right now. Smiling softly, he tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I want you to be safe; I need you to be, you to know you can always count on me.”

"You can count on me too, Dean, always."

He nodded his head, his smile never wavering, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he pulled back.

"I love you, Y/N.” His words whispered against her skin, “I've loved you for so long that it's hard for me to remember when I didn't. You have changed my life in ways I didn't think were possible." He pulled in a shaky breath, feeling the weight lifting off his shoulders as he found the courage to tell her. "I want you to know that I am all in Babe, I want it all with you."

A sound between a sob and a laugh escapes her lips, tears roll down her face, but the smile she gives him is like the brightest sun in a clear blue sky. He looked down to notice the pure joy radiating from her.

Bringing her hand to his cheek, she tries to speak, her throat clogged with emotion. "I love you too, Dean. Oh my God-" she laughs, “you have no idea”

He rested his forehead against hers, voice cracking, "I love you so fucking much, Babe."

He pressed his lips softly to Y/N's before deepening the kiss. He urged her back onto the mattress, holding his weight above her on his elbows just as a loud banging sounded on the wooden bedroom door, shaking it in its frame. Breaking the kiss, he looks towards the door, "Sam; I swear to God-"

"-get your asses up," Sam calls through the door. "It's Christmas, and we have presents to open."

"Sam!" he barks, "Not now."

He can hear Sam's laughter through the door while Y/N is chuckling underneath him.

Turning back to her, a quirk to his lips, he whispered huskily, "We were having a moment here."

"He has radar remember," she giggles a little louder.

The pounding on the door begins again, "Let's go!"

“We will be out in a minute!" Dean snaps.

"I don't believe you," Sam continues to bang on the door with his fist. Consistent, not stopping.

Dean moves off the bed jerking his jeans up off the floor, tugging them on as Y/N scrambles to pull on her shorts and t-shirt. Storming over to the door, Dean grabs the doorknob and whips the door open.

"Dude," he snarls.

"Morning," Sam smiles, taking a drink of his mug of coffee, "you guys up?"

Dean looks incredulously at his brother, "You're kidding me right now?"

A burst of laughter comes from behind him as Y/N tries to squeeze her way through the doorway, pausing to plant a kiss between Dean's shoulder blades. "Come on, let's get some coffee and I'll put the cinnamon rolls in the oven," she says, speaking against his naked back.

"Oh, good," Sam chuckles, stepping back, "I'm starving."

Walking back in the room, Dean grabs his shirt pulling it over his head, mumbling, "I hope you choke on them, Sammy, I hope you choke."

Standing around the island, they each had their second mug of coffee in their hand, the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls drifting through the kitchen.

"Hmm," Y/N hummed, "You know what sounds good with cinnamon rolls."

"Bacon," Dean announced.

"Exactly," she smiled, setting down her coffee, making her way to the door, "I think I have some in the garage freezer. Let me go check."

Sam shook his head at Dean, "Dude; I think you broke Tink."

"Huh?"

"I think you broke her. When we first met her, she made egg white omelets with spinach and mushrooms and now-" Sam gestured to the garage, "-she is making bacon and cinnamon rolls."

Making his way to the coffee machine, he points his mug at Sam. "First, I'd like to think that I helped her, but honestly, I think she still eats that crap when I'm not here."

"Oh, you mean healthy."

"Whatever," he visibly shivered.

"Maybe she will bring you over to the light side yet."

"Sammy, vegetables are the work of the devil, I'm not doing it."

Sipping his coffee, he smiled, "We'll see."

Glancing at the garage door, he looked back, catching Sam's eye. "Hey, I owe you one, man."

"What are you talking about?"

"Y/N, you helped her, you know with the-" he motioned to his hip, "anti-possession tat."

"You know, it was her idea," he shrugged. "She was a champ too, she barely flinched."

"Yeah," Dean smiled, "my girl is a lot tougher than she looks."

"Tink has to be," his brother smirked, "to put up with your shit."

"Really, Sam?"

"I'm just saying." He gestured to Dean

"Well, Sammy, that door swings both ways," he smirked, "speaking as someone who has been stuck in the car with you."

Sam opened his mouth to reply when Y/N burst through the door, waving a large package of bacon in her hand, the garage's frozen air following her.

"Found it," she announced, "and it's fucking cold out there."

Peering out the sliding glass door Dean took in the expanse of snow-covered tundra, "Damn, I think it snowed a foot last night."

"Just in time for Christmas," she smiled.

She put the bacon on a cookie sheet and slid it into the oven. Dean made her a fresh coffee, and she set the timer as they made their way to the living room to gather around the tree. Dean announced that he was going to be "Santa Claus" and hand out all the presents. The three of them sat on the floor as he began to hand them out. Y/N's heart felt very full as she watched the two brothers' faces light up with sheer delight. The anticipation of having a real Christmas with all of the festivities, to include presents under the tree that didn't come from the corner gas station.

Sam was the first to open his gift from Y/N; wrapped in a Christmas paper of Santa and Rudolph taking selfies. Pulling the paper and red ribbon off, it revealed a laptop zipper sleeve printed with a multitude of pictures, flipping it over in his hand; there were pictures of him, Dean, Bobby, Cas, Jack, Mary, Jody, Donna, Claire, Alex, Patience, and Garth.

"This is amazing, where did you get all of these pictures?" he asked in awe.

Y/N grinned, "Jody helped me with the pictures, then I put them all together and printed on the laptop cover."

Pointing to the gift in Dean's lap she said, "open yours next." He pulled the green ribbon on the paper covered with muscle cars decorated with Christmas lights. He ripped the covering, and flipped open the box. Lifting the tissue paper he stared at the object inside.

"Babe," he choked, emotions clogging his throat.

"What did you get?" Sam questioned as he attempted to peer over the box lid

"Do you like it?" she whispered.

He leaned over, sweetly kissed her, and sat back, he pulled the picture frame out of the tissue paper, turning to show it to his brother. It was the picture of Dean and Mary, she was standing behind him, with her arm around him. The photograph had been restored and framed in a black frame. Instead of putting it back in the box to take back to the bunker, he stood up and walked to the long entertainment stand where Y/N had lots of pictures of her and Dean displayed; he moved some other frames around placing the one of he and Mary among them. Y/N blinked back tears because she knew that if he set the frame up here, he must consider being here his home. Walking back to his seat on the floor, he pointed to one of the presents in Y/N's lap.

"Babe, open the one from me next."

She picked up the small one wrapped in brown kraft paper with a smiley face with a Santa hat drawn on it. She started to pick the tape, careful not to rip the paper.

"Y/N, just rip it open," Dean groaned

Squinting her eyes with a sly smile, she said, "I'm trying to save the paper."

"Well, just hurry up," he grumbled as Sam laughed at his impatience.

She pulled out the small box and opened the lid to reveal a plain black leather necklace with a silver clasp. Dean watched her closely as she pulled the jewelry out of the box; she saw a delicate metallic charm. Cupping it in her palm, she stared at it, the tears that she had blinked away moments ago quietly ran down her cheeks. It was a gorgeous pendant with her and Dean's initials intertwined.

"This is so beautiful, did you make this?" she breathed.

"I did," he announced proudly.

She stood up, holding the necklace out to him, "can you put it on me?"

He took the necklace from her as she turned around, lifting her hair. He placed the jewelry around her neck and clasped it; Dean kissing the skin where the clasp had settled.

Turning around she wrapped her arms around him, “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

Dean groaned as he crushed her against him, capturing her lips with his, instantly deepening the kiss as she clung to him.

As Sam cleared his throat, Dean pressed her closer with one hand as he held a finger out to his brother, telling him to wait a minute. As they broke apart a little breathless, Dean cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, he looked into her eyes as she stared into his deepening green ones.

"I love you, Babe."

A crash came from the kitchen as they stepped away from each other.

"Oops...Sorry!" Sam called, "the timer went off, and I was getting the bacon and cinnamon rolls, while you two were," he waved towards them, "you know."

Y/N's face began to heat as she remembered that Sam was in the room, and she was so into the kiss she didn't even hear the timer. She quickly gathered the paper plates with poinsettias and started to serve the food. She handed Dean’s to him first, and he made his way back out into the living room. As she gave Sam his he held her hand so that she would look at him.

"Tink," he murmured, catching her eye. As she looked up at him, he smiled, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to my brother. You have shown him there is more to life than what he has ever had and you truly love him despite all of the shit in our lives, thank you."

The smile radiating from her face confirmed to Sam one of the many reasons his brother loved this girl so much.

"Come on!" Dean yelled from the other room, his mouth full of food. "Let's open the rest of these presents!"

Making their way back in, they began opening the rest. Sam got Y/N a new leather portfolio to display her photographs for presentations and when she opened it up, on the inside left corner was a little embroidered Tinkerbell with her magic wand. Two of the remaining presents were identical packages wrapped in Elvis wrapping paper for the brothers. Dean opened his gift to find a Led Zeppelin box set. Sam began to open his to find a Celine Dion box set.

"I don't understand," Sam shook his head brows knitted, "I don't even like-"

"-lies!" Dean cackled, Y/N's laughter joining his.

"Fine," Sam's lips quirked. "Can we please keep it between the three of us now since Dean doesn't know how to keep a secret."

Y/N put her hand up, still giggling. "I swear if anyone asks me, I will say your favorite singer is Elvis."

"You two suck," he grimaced. "I mean I love it, but you still suck, you have the weirdest sense of humor."

His announcement was met with thundering laughter.

The rest of the day was followed by watching Christmas movies and eating a ham dinner with all the delicious sides. Y/N packed everything in containers to go after that had eaten because she knew that they were leaving early the next morning. Sam went to bed first with the excuse that he knew they had a long day tomorrow.

Dean sat on the corner of the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist lost in the thoughts of their next steps to open the rift to get out Mary and Jack.

Y/N walked in, closing the door behind her. The towel was gripped to her chest as damp hair cascaded down her back. She regarded him as he was staring at the floor, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was almost dry from the shower as she watched the muscles roll in his back. Tilting his head up to look at her she could see the sadness he had hidden from her all day in his eyes. Moving over to him, he sat up and pulled her between his knees. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against her chest, taking comfort in her heart's steady beat. Drawing him closer, she ran her fingers through his hair in an effort to ease his burden.

Y/N broke the silence with a whisper, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Nuzzling into her, he shook his head slightly, "We have talked too much about it, tomorrow is when we put it all into action. I just want to enjoy tonight with you."

"Whatever you need, Dean."

He lifted his head, looking up at her, he had a way of seeing right into her soul with just a look that always took her breath away.

"I need you," he rasped.

She bent to brush her lips to his; Dean swiftly took the lead. Hooking his finger at the edge of her towel, it dropped to the floor as he deepened the kiss. Dean flipped his towel open scooting back further on the bed, pulling Y/N with him, she straddled his hips. He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers in a silent question. She nodded her head once before he drove up into her, their moans muffled by their open mouth kisses. Her forearms rested on his shoulders as her hands fisted in his hair. Dean's hands were gripping her hips, one palm covering her new tattoo, fingertips digging in as they moved together at a reckless pace.

It wasn't about making love or marathon sessions; this was about dampening the fire in both of them. They were both worried about what tomorrow was going to bring, and this was the way they would connect without words. Quiet, fast, and hot is what was required. Dean could feel the tightening in his spine and knew he was close, but he knew Y/N needed a little more, sliding his hand between them he used his thumb to brush against the bundle of nerves and with a gasp she threw her head back. His lips moved along her neck, marking her at the spot between her neck and collarbone.

She whined his name, letting him know she was close, he sucked a little harder on her throat as he used a bit more pressure with his thumb. She broke apart in his arms as he felt her flutter around him, he drove into her a few more times before he found his release. Still buried inside Y/N, he held her trembling body, his head resting against her shoulder as they caught their breath.

"I didn't realize how much I needed that," she huffed, shakily.

"Yeah," Dean agreed, "I guess I didn't either." He helped her stand up before they both moved to each side of the bed and crawled between the sheets. Y/N lay on her back with closed eyes as Dean lay next to her, his head propped on his elbow looking down at the woman he loved. The necklace he made her settled against her skin, slightly past her collarbones. With his finger, he lightly traced the intertwined initials. Y/N didn't open her eyes, but a soft smile played on her lips. She sighed his name in her blissful state. Leaning down, he gave her a sweet kiss.

"Thank you for everything today."

Cracking one eye open, she whispered, "This was the best Christmas I have ever had, we will be telling these stories forever."

"You're right," he agreed, as he laid his head on the pillow and pulled her against him as they fell into a peaceful sleep.

Dean crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Y/N. It was still dark out, and he and Sam had to get on the road. He got dressed without the benefit of a light. Walking over to Y/N, curled up under the covers, he stood and watched her for a moment, emotions swirling through him. He brushed her hair back from her face.

He bent and kissed her on the temple as he murmured, "I love you, Babe, always."

He made his way out to Baby, where Sam was waiting, throwing his bag in the back seat. He slid into the driver's side, placing his hands on the steering wheel, his mouth set in a firm line. Sam started to speak, but Dean shook his head.

"Sammy," he grumbled, "just give me until we get out of town, and then we can talk about whatever you want," he glanced at him and added, "within reason."

He cranked the ignition and slowly started to back out of the driveway. He stopped at the end and looked at the little bungalow. The Christmas lights that he had helped Y/N hang up after Thanksgiving twinkled in the dark, bouncing off the snow. He could see the sparkle of the tree through the front window. He pressed that picture in his memory; Dean didn't know when he would be back this time. This house and the memory of his girl looking at him pure love were the two things he would keep close to get him through until he could return. He pulled out onto the street and headed out of town to meet with Rowena and Gabriel. The only noise in the car was Baby's powerful engine growling through the early morning light.

Chapter 11

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Backtrack - Summer of ‘98: Chapter 6

Backtrack Masterlist

Series Summary: What if you were the one Dean came to instead of Lisa? Rewrite of “Swan Song” and some of S6.

Word Count: 3589

Warnings: smut, first time, virgin reader, fluff, some swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Chapter 6′s song: Hideaway (Kiesza Cover) by Eliza Shaddad.

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

Mid-August ‘98

You tied the straps of your bikini behind your neck before slipping on your sheer cover-up and going to your closet, pulling out your most comfortable pair of flip-flops.

You and Dean were going to a beach party tonight. It was Andrea’s twenty-first birthday, and she had decided to have it on the beach. You were beyond excited for her and couldn’t wait to celebrate.

But you were also a little nervous. This weekend would be two months since you and Dean had become an item. To some it might have seemed minuscule, but it was everything to you.

You’d only ever had one boyfriend before Dean, and with Caleb everything had felt rushed, demanding. But with Dean it just felt...right. He had been the attentive and doting boyfriend; you were never without kisses and cuddles, and your bed was beginning to look like a five-year-old's dream, what with the amount of Beanie Babies Dean had given you. But you couldn’t fault him. He was the best boyfriend you could ever wish for.

You threw your hair into a ponytail and grabbed your sunglasses before heading downstairs. Leah was hanging out with friends and your mom and dad had some dinner party to attend so the house was quiet as you descended the stairs. Once on the main floor, you turned on a lamp before leaving, locking the door behind you.

You ran next door to the Winchesters’, letting yourself inside. You could hear the TV as you walked through the kitchen and into the living room, finding Sam sitting on the sofa. He grinned when you entered. “Hey, (Y/N)!” he greeted.

“Hey,” you said in return, plopping down next to him.

You’d become a regular at the Winchester house since you and Dean had become official and more often than not, Sam was there, too. You both had grown close and Sam quickly became the little brother you’d always dreamed of having.

You’d met their dad once or twice but never for long, and when you did see him longer than a few minutes, he was always quiet, gruff, and reserved. He had a sadness about him that seemed to keep him closed off to most people, including his sons. Dean had divulged to you that their mom had died when Sam was just six months old, leaving Dean with a gaping hole only a mother could fill and John with a chasm of hopelessness.

John would sometimes be gone for weeks at a time, leaving Sam and Dean alone. And although Dean had taken on a few odd jobs here and there, it wasn’t nearly enough to see him and Sam clothed and fed. So you’d taken it upon yourself to make sure they had enough food throughout the time John would be gone and nearly every night found both brothers dining with you and your family. Not that your parents minded. They had taken an instant liking to Dean.

“You coming to the party tonight?” you asked Sam.

“Nah,” Sam shook his head. “I think I’m just gonna stay in. I saw there was a new documentary on tonight so I’ll probably just watch that.”

“Nerd,” you teased, playfully ruffling his shaggy hair. Sam grinned, his dimples pronounced.

“Is your dad gone again?” you asked.

“Yep,” Sam said matter-of-factly but made no move to divulge more.

“Do you know how long he’s gonna be gone this time?” you asked, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Not really,” Sam said. “Probably a few days,” he added with a shrug.

You nodded and pursed your lips. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Dean got a few snacks from the store earlier,” Sam said, eyes trained on the screen.

“Okay,” you said. “Well, we have leftover pizza in the fridge at home so help yourself. You know where the spare key is.”

Sam turned towards you, a smile once again spreading across his lips. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

“No problem,” you said, gently jostling his shoulder with yours. “I’m gonna go find, Dean.”

You got up from the couch before turning down a long hallway. Dean’s room was at the end and you could see light seeping from under the closed door, music drifting through the wood.

You rapped lightly on the door before you heard Dean’s voice telling you to come in. You turned the knob, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.

You gaped as you glanced up. Dean stood in front of his closet, silently surveying the contents, wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted with a grin, turning his head to look at you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, going to his side.

“Well, I was trying to decide if I should go like this or change back into jeans and a t-shirt,” Dean said thoughtfully.

“Definitely like this,” you said, more desire than you’d intended seeping from your voice.

“Oh, really?” Dean asked, cocking an eyebrow and giving you a sideways look.

You felt your cheeks redden and you shrugged. “I mean, only if you really want to.”

“Hmm,” Dean hummed, turning his body towards you before reaching out and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. “It’s not really my thing, but I think my girl likes it,” he said with a wink and a cocky smirk.

You felt your cheeks grow even warmer at his flirting, but you made no move to stop him, instead finding yourself flirting back. “Maybe,” you said coyly, biting your lower lip and looking up at him through your lashes.

“Mm,” Dean growled, his eyes darkening. “You can’t keep biting your lip like that, baby. Drives me crazy.”

“Maybe that’s why I do it,” you teased, sinking your teeth into your lip once more for good measure.

Dean groaned at the sight, and his grip on you tightened. “Seriously, you gotta stop that,” Dean warned.

“Or what?” you asked innocently, quirking your eyebrow.

“Or I might just have to show you what it does to me…” Dean whispered.

“Why don’t you then?” you asked, surprised at your boldness.

Dean seemed slightly taken aback by it as well before he leaned down suddenly, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your hands roaming the bare skin of his back.

His tongue slid past your lips and into your mouth, exploring and tasting. Dean tended to be a passionate lover, and you found yourself getting lost in him more and more everyday. You knew you were falling in love with him, and as hard as you tried to hold yourself back, to not get too attached, you couldn’t stop yourself.

Dean finally broke the kiss but didn’t let you go. He reached up, caressing your cheek in his large and calloused hand. His eyes held something you couldn’t quite decipher, but it was something you wanted to witness everyday.

“We should probably get going,” Dean murmured, seeming reluctant to let you go.

“Yeah,” you breathed, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever.

But Dean finally pulled away, and you found yourself instantly longing for him once again. You walked downstairs, saying goodbye to Sam before stepping out into the warm evening. Dean took your hand once you reached the sidewalk, making your way towards the beach.

Dean was unusually quiet and you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. His head was bowed slightly as he stared at the ground, lost in his own thoughts, and you wondered what was on his mind.

“Earth to Dean,” you said good-naturedly, squeezing his hand lightly.

He looked at you, a smirk on his lips. “Sorry,” he said with a light chuckle. “I was just thinking….”

He paused longer than you expected, and you glanced at him questioningly. He darted his eyes once more in your direction before casting his gaze to the ground again. “I was just thinking about how much I lo...like...being with you.”

A wide grin spread across your lips and you leaned into him, your hand that wasn’t clasped in his, gripping his arm. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly as Dean leaned over to place a chaste and gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I like being with you, too,” you whispered, your chest swelling with an emotion you’d never felt before.

The party was already in full swing when you reached the beach. Music blasted from the old boombox and a large bonfire blazed as the ocean waves lapped at the beach.

“Hey, guys!” Andrea exclaimed, running over to you and Dean and pulling you into a hug.

“Hey,” you said, laughing.

“Happy birthday, Andy,” Dean said, sending her a wink.

“Thanks, dude,” she returned. “C’mon over! There’s beer, food….”

You laughed again as Andrea all but dragged you over to the bonfire, Dean trailing behind. Andrea reached into the massive cooler, taking out a couple cans of beer and handing them to both you and Dean.

“Thanks,” you said, popping open the can and taking a sip. “I thought the party didn’t start till 7:00,” you commented, looking around at the crowd.

“It was supposed to,” Andrea said. “But it had a mind of its own, I guess,” she chuckled.

Andrea suddenly rose to her tiptoes, waving wildly as one of her other friends showed up. “Hey, I gotta go,” she said hurriedly. “But help yourself to the food,” she said, gesturing to the hot dogs and s’mores fixings sitting on a small table. You watched as Andrea scampered off before heading over to the food.

You sat down in front of the fire while Dean went to the table, bringing back a plate and settling down next to you. He took one of the roasting sticks and skewered a hot dog before handing it to you and doing the same to his. You both thrust them near the fire, watching as the flames cook the meat.

You were enjoying the crackling fire and the sounds of festivity in amicable silence when one of your favorite songs came on. Your eyes widened, and you couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your mouth as you slowly started swaying back and forth.

Dean suddenly got up from beside you and held out his hand to you. You looked at him questioningly, but he gave no explanation, instead gesturing for you to take his hand. You took it, giving him a suspicious look before he led you to the other side of the bonfire.

He abruptly stopped, pulling you into him, his hands resting on your hips. You laughed as he began to move his body, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You moved lazily together, your feet sinking and carving abstract patterns in the sand. Dean stared at you tenderly, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies that filled your stomach.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his thumb running across your hip gently.

You smiled softly, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his skull. You were about to say something when Dean suddenly stepped away, grasping your hand and pulling you away from the crowd.

“Wh...where are we going?” you asked breathlessly as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

“I wanna show you something,” he said with a smirk and a wink.

Your stomach flipped as you let him lead you towards a small grove of trees set a ways away from the beach. The sounds of the party soon faded, giving way to the soft sounds of night.

Dean led you through the trees, helping you step over the loose leaves and small limbs that had fallen to the ground. You gasped when you finally came to the other side of the grove. You stood at the edge of a high cliff overlooking a cove. The sounds of the sea filled the air and the salty breeze blew around you, softly caressing your skin and moving a few strands of hair across your face.

“Wow,” you breathed, shocked that you’d never seen this part of the beach before. “Dean, this is beautiful!”

“It is,” he agreed. “I come here when I’m feeling stressed or when everything feels a little too heavy. It’s my escape…. And I wanted to share it...with you.”

You turned to him, his face lit only by the moon hanging low in the sky. “Thank you for sharing it with me,” you murmured, stepping closer to him. You raised your hand to his face, trailing your fingertips along his jaw.

His breath hitched and his own hands found you, settling on your hips before sliding around to rest on the small of your back. He pulled you forward gently, your chest pressing into his.

You stared into one another’s eyes, reverent, longing. You could have stayed there in that moment for eternity. There was something different about tonight. A shift; something you hadn’t felt between you before. So when he leaned down to press his lips against yours, you couldn’t control the warmth that filled your stomach as electricity rushed through your body.

He shifted slightly, his hands sliding under your cover-up, fingers skimming over the flesh of your sides.

Since you’d gotten together he was never demanding or impatient - always careful and thoughtful, never touching where you didn’t feel comfortable. But tonight you felt yourself beginning to drown in everything that was Dean, and you didn’t even care. Because tonight you would happily sink.

Your breathing was labored and you were lightheaded when you finally parted. “I want you, Dean,” you whispered, your faces still close enough you could feel the moment the air rushed from his lungs.

“(Y/N), a...are you sure?” he asked hesitantly.

“I’m sure,” you said, running your fingers over his temple. “I want to be yours...completely.”

Before you could register what was happening, Dean had you pressed against a tree, his lips pressing into yours with more yearning than you ever thought possible. You kissed him back just as hard, your hands grasping at him blindly, wanting him as close as possible.

He abruptly stepped away, reaching for the hem of your cover-up and pulling it over your head before reaching for you, swinging you around before gently lowering you to the ground, resting himself between your thighs as you spread your legs. He continued to kiss you before leaving your mouth and trailing his lips down your neck and to your breasts, kissing the tops of the supple flesh.

Arousal washed over you, and your hands left his body, reaching behind you and fumbling for the tie at the back of your neck. You finally undid it, quickly slipping the bikini top off.

Dean inhaled sharply, his eyes raking over your bare chest. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re beautiful.”

You felt a blush creep up your neck at his praise before he leaned forward, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your mouth.

You were sure you could’ve cum just from his current ministrations, but he soon left your breasts, kissing down your torso until he reached the waistband of your bikini bottoms. He looked up at you before you nodded, his fingers slipping underneath and sliding them off.

You shyly spread your legs once he’s dropped the bottoms beside him, and you bit your lip as you watched his face light up at the sight of your wetness glistening in the moonlight.

“Shit, baby,” he breathed, his fingers traveling along your slit.

You shuddered as he made contact with your clit and you bucked slightly. “Dean,” you mewled, reaching out for him.

“Wait, baby,” he said, running his hands up and down the inside of your thighs. “Gotta get you ready for me.”

You whimpered as he lowered himself between your thighs, his fingers spreading your wet lips before leaning in, his tongue sliding through your folds a few times before finally settling on your clit.

A loud moan escaped your throat as he licked and sucked on your sensitive clit. The sensation was almost too much, and you found yourself tangling your fingers into his hair, searching for anything to hold onto.

“Dean,” you moaned, closing your eyes and reveling in the pleasure. You tensed slightly as he gently inserted his finger into your core, but a tender squeeze of his hand on your thigh reminded you to relax.

He continued to lap at your clit as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out of you. It felt somewhat foreign but it wasn’t uncomfortable and before long you felt your orgasm approaching.

Dean crooked his fingers and with that you came, his name echoing through the night as you ground yourself on his face.

You chuckled breathily, swiping the back of your hand across your sweaty brow as Dean rose to his feet. You could see how aroused he was, the front of his swim trunks tented.

You swallowed hard as he pulled his trunks down in one swift movement, his cock springing free. Your stomach twisted in trepidation as the gravity of the situation settled over you. You were going to have sex. For the first time. With Dean. He knew you weren’t experienced, and although it hadn’t seemed to bother him, what if you disappointed him?

Dean seemed to sense your apprehension because he was smiling softly and reassuringly as he settled back between your legs. “Hey, (Y/N). Baby,” Dean said gently, running his thumb over your cheek. “We don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind. I’m in this for the long haul. But I’m telling you right now that there’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re beautiful, and I want you so fucking bad it’s not even funny.”

Your sent him a half-smile, sliding your hands along the tops of his shoulders. “I want you, Dean. I really do.” You paused, tracing patterns along his chest absentmindedly. “But...what if I disappoint you? Wh...what if you don’t want me after this?”

Dean remained silent, and when you glanced up, you could see his hard expression even in the dark. “(Y/N),” he said, his voice deeper and gruffer than you’d ever heard it. “None of what you said is true. I could never not want you, and you could never, ever disappoint me.” He leaned down, peppering your face with soft kisses. “You’re perfect….”

He kissed along your jaw, traveling down to your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. An all new wave of arousal washed over you, and you gripped his shoulders. “Dean,” you moaned, rocking your hips against his erection, silently begging.

Dean didn’t say anything as he reached between your bodies, lining himself up with you before pushing himself inside. It was strange, and this time there was a slight sting, but he was understanding and gentle as he pressed forward, pausing every few minutes to allow you to adjust.

He stopped once he was completely sheathed within your depths, forehead pressed against your own. “You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, leaning up, pressing a kiss into the side of his mouth. “I’m ready.”

It was Dean’s turn to nod before he gently pulled his hips back before pushing back in. He set a slow and steady pace, carefully watching your face.

After a few minutes the discomfort faded away, giving way to pleasure. The moment he felt you relax around him, he groaned, his face contorting as he fully allowed himself to enjoy the moment. “Shit, baby,” he grunted, gritting his teeth to keep himself from coming undone too soon. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Dean, please,” you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders.

Dean understood your plea, his pace picking up. His hand slid down your thigh, hooking behind your knee and raising your leg around his waist. You nearly fell apart as he plunged in deeper, hitting your sweet spot.

“Oh, my god,” you gasped. “Dean!”

Dean chuckled breathlessly as he continued to pound into you. “I know, baby.”

You shut your eyes, your head tipping back as your pleasure built to all new heights. Dean took advantage of your movement, his lips finding your neck.

You slid your hands from his shoulders to his quickly dampening back, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Warmth filled your lower belly and your walls began to flutter.

Dean buried his face into your neck, his uneven pants ruffling the hair at your temple. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered.

And you did, clenching around him, a cry of praise erupting from the back of your throat. Your release pulled Dean with you, his hips stuttering and body tensing as he groaned deeply and emptied himself into you.

Dean pulled out, rolling off you, onto his back. He immediately reached for you, drawing you into his side. Dean’s fingers stroked your hip while his other hand found yours, lacing them together.

Your eyes soon grew heavy as you nuzzled your face into his chest, blissed out from the closeness you’d just experienced. You were on the verge of sleep when you felt Dean press a kiss onto your forehead, lingering. He pulled away, his hand continuing to stroke your skin.

“I love you,” he murmured, right before you fell asleep.

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𓂃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

.ᐟ ... She's loud, she's proud, she's fun, and she's pretty! Beach babe!reader makes heads turn and jaws slack. Her effortless beauty grabs the attention of plenty of men, and women. Especially Dean's, when she drags him on her beach trips all he can do is stare. She spends her days looking good, shopping—with Dean's cards, or soaking in the sun's UV rays like her life depends on it. Sometimes she wanders away from the group on a hunt, there they find her tangled up on the dance floor with a drink in hand. Dean has to keep her on a tight leash because of things like that—though it never can keep her near for long. She may seem like an airhead, but when placed against supernatural creatures you'll understand why Dean fails to keep her in check. The sun is her fuel, and her element. Her prized cherry red 57' Thunderbird—convertible, obviously goes with Beach babe!reader everywhere. Her hair flinging wildly in the wind on the way to her home, the sand and salty waters. The car was passed down through her family, reaching her and honestly it was the best thing she's ever received—except for Dean's cock. She added spice into the boy's lives, something they never knew they needed.

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supernatural-fangirl1967 · 5 years ago

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A Normal Day

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,785

Square Filled: Picnic (Fluff Bingo)

Square Filled: Ocean (Genre Bingo)

A/N: This was written for @spnfluffbingo, and @spngenrebingo.

You take a deep breath, letting the smell of salt water invade your nose. You pull the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders a little tighter, trying to knock off some of the chill from the morning wind. Looking out at where the sky and the water meet, you feel your tense muscles relax as you try not to think about the life that you’re taking a break from.

A strong pair of arms wrap around your waist. You smile as you lean your head against Dean’s chest, and he tucks your head underneath his chin.

“You could’ve woke me up,” Dean tells you softly. “I don’t want you to be out here by yourself.”

“Awe, I think that someone’s worried about me,” you giggle.

Dean chuckles as he tightens his arms around you. “Don’t want anybody stealing my girl is all,” Dean tells you softly.

“We should go swimming today,” you tell Dean.

Dean shakes his head at you a bit. “If you want to you go ahead.”

You sigh as you turn to look at Dean. Dean keeps his arms wrapped around your waist as you wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

“Please tell me that you’re not going to be glued to your phone all week.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Sam will be fine,” you tell Dean softly. “He’s got all of it handled and you’ve gotta relax.”

“He texted me this morning to tell me that he found a case and he took it though I specifically told him to not be taking hunts without me there.”

“Dean…”

“And now he’s not answering his phone.”

“Sam is fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah, I do,” you tell Dean as you smile softly at him. “Because Sam also texted me and told me that he won’t be answering if you try and get ahold of him. He doesn’t want you to worry about him.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Dean, we took off from hunting for a while because you need to relax,” you tell Dean softly. “You can’t do that if you’re going to keep checking in with Sam.”

“Kid’s going to get himself killed if he isn’t careful.”

“And you’re going to have a stroke if you don’t calm down,” you tell Dean. “Look, it’s me and you for the week and we didn’t take off for you to stay stressed. We’re both going to enjoy this week and we’re not going to worry about what’s going on at the bunker.”

“(Y/N), you know that I can’t help it.”

You stand on your tiptoes and take Dean’s face between both of your hands. “You are not going to stress this entire week. You’re going to rest and have fun and you are not going to argue with me. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Dean chuckles as he leans in to press his lips to yours.

“I mean it, Winchester.”

“I will try my best,” Dean tells you as he gives you a small smile. “Tell you what. Why don’t we go for a walk, get some lunch,” Dean takes a deep breath as he rolls his eyes a bit, “I will swim with you if that’s what you really want, and then I’ll do something special for my girl tonight.”

“Oh, something special,” you smile. “And what does that mean?”

“You’ll see later,” Dean smiles at you as he tucks your head underneath his chin once more. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m trying my best to enjoy this with you.”

“I know,” you tell Dean as you gently rub your hands up and down his arms. “And I know that you’re worried about Sam. I am too but he’s there and we’re here and a phone call isn’t going to keep him at the bunker.”

“I know,” Dean sighs. “But I wanted him to take a break too. It wasn’t only to keep him safe but because we all deserved a break from hunting.”

“Well, he doesn’t want to and there’s nothing that you’re going to be able to do about it right now.”

“I can kill him when we get home.”

“Okay. Keep that in mind and don’t worry about it,” you laugh.

Dean smiles softly as he looks down at you. “Let’s go for that walk.”

“Okay,” you smile. “Hey, remember that you promised me that you’d go swimming with me later.”

“I know,” Dean chuckles. “But only if there’s nobody on the beach.”

“Huh-uh, you didn’t say that while ago.”

“Well, I’m saying it now.”

“You don’t get to add to what you said while ago,” you laugh as Dean reaches down to take your hand in his.

“Yeah, I do,” Dean says as he smiles widely at you, gently pulling you along beside of him as he takes off walking.

“No, you don’t. You’re going swimming with me if I have to drag you to the ocean.”

“Oh, I’d love to see you try that, sweetheart,” Dean chuckles.

“Uh-huh. I always get my way with you anyways.”

“Do not,” Dean scoffs. You raise an eyebrow at Dean and he laughs a bit. “Okay, maybe you do a lot but not always.”

“Mhm. I pout at you and you always cave.”

“Do not.”

“Do too,” you giggle. You both argue with each other the entire walk, but neither of you would have it any other way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I knew that that was going to be a mistake,” Dean tells you as you both walk into the house.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.”

“You tried to drown me!” Dean says as he throws his arms up at you causing you to laugh.

“Hey, I thought that I saw a shark.”

“So your first instinct is to push me down face first into the water?”

“You were in my way!”

Dean chuckles as he wraps his arms tightly around you. Dean presses a kiss to your temple and he takes a deep breath.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“For what?”

“For talking me into going swimming with you today,” Dean tells you. “I actually enjoyed it.”

“You’re only saying that because you enjoyed seeing me in a bikini.”

“That was definitely a perk,” Dean chuckles as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I’m going to go take a shower and then we’ll go get super,” you tell Dean.

“Actually, why don’t you take a shower and a little nap or something,” Dean tells you. “Something to keep you busy for at least an hour.”

“What’re you up to, Winchester?” you ask him.

Dean only smiles at you as he cocks his head a bit. “Go take a shower and sleep for a while.”

You scoff. “You’re really not going to tell me?”

“It’s a surprise, baby.”

“I hate surprises.”

“I know,” Dean smirks. “That’s what is making this so much fun.”

“You love torturing me.”

“No. I love seeing that adorable little pout on your face.”

“If I don’t pout then will you stop trying to surprise me?”

“Of course not,” Dean smirks.

“I hate you, Winchester.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” Dean smiles. “Lucky for you you are stuck with me.”

You laugh and roll your eyes a bit at Dean as you walk towards the bedroom. It turns out that you needed that nap Dean suggested more than you knew. You fell asleep right after you laid down, staying asleep until Dean wakes you up by gently pushing on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” Dean whispers, trying to wake you up.

“What?” you mumble as you open an eye to look up at Dean.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, but the bed is too comfortable for me to be able to get up.”

“I’ll let you sleep all that you want to after you eat for me,” Dean chuckles as he sits down on the bed and faces away from you. Dean looks over his shoulder when you don’t get the memo and he smiles widely. “Hop on.”

You laugh as you crawl across the bed and over to Dean. You wrap your arms loosely around Dean’s neck and your legs tightly around his waist. Dean stands up off of the bed and he carries you out the door and across the sand. You smile widely when you see the blanket of food that Dean has laid out for you right there on the beach.

“Babe,” you breathe out as you slowly let go of Dean.

“Told you that I was going to do something special for my girl tonight.”

You laugh a little bit as Dean reaches over to take your hand in his. Dean leads you over to the blanket and you sit down beside of each other. Dean barely lets go of your hand as you both eat, giving it a small squeeze every so often. He keeps his eyes on you mostly as if he thinks that you’re not real and he’ll wake up from this dream if he looks away from you.

When you both finish eating, you move to sit between Dean’s legs and lean up against his chest. Dean wraps both of his arms tightly around your waist and tucks your head underneath his chin.

“Thank you,” Dean tells you softly as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“For what?”

“A normal day,” Dean says. “I really enjoyed myself today and I have felt more relaxed than I have in a long time.”

You turn your head to smile up at Dean. “You seem a lot happier today than usual.”

“I am, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly.

“You should know that Sam sent me a text earlier and told me that he decided not to take the case. He’s going to take a break for a few days too.”

Dean gives you a look. “Why on earth didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you were happy and I knew that if I mentioned Sam you’d call him to make sure that I wasn’t lying or something.”

“Yeah, that does kinda sound like me,” Dean chuckles. You smile softly at Dean as you turn to look out at the sunset over the ocean.

“I think that we should make this a regular thing,” you tell Dean. “Hunting gets to be too much and we take a break. It doesn’t always have to be a long get away either. Something as simple as taking a drive or something. Anything normal.”

“Sounds good to me, sweetheart,” Dean tells you as he leans his head down to kiss you. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You smile up at him. “I love you too, Dean.” Dean tightens his arms around you as you completely relax in his hold. Dean leans his chin over onto your head, and you let your eyes slide shut as you bask in this feeling.

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georgialouisea · 6 years ago

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Meant To Be - Part 11

Pairing - Jared x Reader, Jensen x Sister Reader. Word count - 1.2k. Warnings - Fluff.

Part 10 - Series Masterlist

The front door shut behind you, Jared’s arms wrapped around your waist his chin rested on your shoulder as you stirred the pasta on the stove. “What’re you making?” He asked kissing up your neck.

“Chicken pasta.” Dropping the spoon onto the countertop you turned in his arms. “You really need to stop doing that or I’ll burn dinner and maybe the apartment down.”

“We can get takeout and move.” He mumbled against your skin.

Shoving at his chest he took a step back. “No, you’ve been filming for hours, we’re gonna have dinner together.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Yeah, okay I’m always hungry.” His arms wrapped around your waist again. “And it smells amazing.”

“That’s because I made it.”

“We’re going out to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Are we now?”

“Yep, we’re going to that Italian place you love at seven.”

“At seven? Very specific, what if you’re late filming?”

“Won’t be.” He shrugged. “We’ll be in the restaurant at seven.”

“Are you hiding something?”

“Never.” He smiled down at you as your fingertips ran up his chest. “I just know tomorrow we can have dinner at seven.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Rolling over you stretched out reaching for Jared your hand met the empty space next to you, you could hear Jared moving around in the kitchen. “Baby?” Calling out you sat up pulling the sheet up around you.

“Yeah?” His voice was muffled by the closed bedroom door.

“What are you doing?”

Kicking the door open he walked in with a tray in his hands, placing the tray down on the bed he crawled in next to you, picking up a cup of coffee off the tray he handed it to you. “Happy anniversary baby.”

Smiling up at him you kissed him. “You remembered?”

“Of course I did.” Reaching for his own mug you glanced at the alarm clock.

“Shit Jare it’s ten.” Jumping out of bed you put your mug down on the nightstand.

“Hey, hey -” Jared scrambled out of bed grabbing your arm. “We have the day off.”

“What?”

“We both have the day off, so…” His hand cupped your cheek, his fingertips brushing hair out of your face tucking it behind your ear. “We’re going to have breakfast in bed, I cooked extra bacon, we’re going to spend the day together and tonight we’re going to dinner.”

“Seriously?”

“One hundred percent now get your ass back in bed.” Smiling up at him he leaned down kissing you. “Ass back in bed.”

“Is this all you want to do all day?” Jared’s arm wrapped around your waist.

Looking up at him you smiled. “Yes, why what do you want to do?”

“This.” His hand ran up and down your back. ”I love you.”

“I love you too.” Resting your head against his chest your attention slowly returned to the TV as it played through the 2nd movie you’d never seen before. At some point during the last year you’d both agreed to spend a day watching all the movies you’d never seen, Jensen was actually appalled at your lack of movie viewing.

“Would you marry me?” Jared whispered.

“Excuse me?”

“I… I’m not… erm.... I’m not proposing… I’m just … would you marry and have kids with me?”

“Are you serious?” Sitting up you straddled his lap.

“Baby, don’t get mad, I-”

“I’d marry you tomorrow, and kids? I’d have a minivan full of kids with you, I want nothing more than to have a baby with your eyes and your hair.” Your fingertips ran through his chestnut locks. “Do you want to marry me?”

His hands ran up your thighs, settling on your waist he squeezed your sides as his hands continued their trail up your body, his palms cupping your cheeks. “I’d marry you right now, Jensen would be pissed that I didn’t him or your Dad for permission.”

“Jensen wouldn’t be that mad.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes to spending the rest of my life with you.” He flashed you the dimple popping smile that made your knees weak. “What’s got you thinkin’ about getting married?”

“Jensen said something last week and I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Which is?”

“What?”

“What did he say?”

“It was something about me actually going to end up as his brother.” His hands settled back on your hips.

“See he likes you really.”

Jared rolled his eyes. “Do you want to go away during hiatus? We could go somewhere warm, Hawaii or Mexico or Australia or Europe?”

“Woah, calm down Mr TV star.”

“What? I want to spend my summer on a beach with you.”

“Well yeah, it would be nice bu-”

“But what?” Jared cut you off. “When was the last time you went on vacation.”

“Erm, probably when I was fifteen.”

“Seriously?”

“Jare, I’ve not really had the time or money, hell I’ve had no one to go with.”

“You do now, where do you wanna go?”

“Wherever you want to.”

“Where have you always wanted to go?”

Shrugging you lay on his chest trying to focus on the movie. “Wherever you want to go I’m happy with it.”

His fingertips combed through your hair. “There’s seriously nowhere you want to go.”

“Well everywhere Jared but you’ll soon come to realise you’re dating someone who is really easy to please, you could take me to a town in the middle of nowhere and I’ll be happy, as long as I’m with you I’m happy.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Jared mumbled his fingers running through your hair slowly lulling you to sleep.

Opening your eyes an episode of family guy played, Jared’s arms were wrapped around you, pulling your head off his chest you looked up at him, he was fast asleep his mouth hanging open as he snored. “Babe.” Patting his chest your hand ran up to cup his cheek. “Baby wake up.”

His arms tightened around your waist, shutting his mouth he smacked his lips together groaning he opened his eyes. “What?”

“We fell asleep.” Sitting up you straddled his waist, looking at the clock your hand slapped against his chest. “Shit Jare, it’s nine.”

“What?” He asked as he looked up at you with a dopey smile on his face.

“We slept through our dinner reservations.”

“What?”

Leaning down you kissed him, his hands slipped down to your hips. “Focus, we missed our dinner reservations, it’s nine.”

“Fuck!”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, I wanted today to be perfect, you deserve everything to be perfect.”

Getting up off him and the couch you smiled down at him as he sat up covering his eyes with his palm. “Baby, it’s fine.”

“No, no it’s not.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Jare do you think what I want right now is to get dressed up and go out? All I want is you and a pizza.”

“Cheese or pepperoni?” He asked with a smile as he stood up.

“Cheese.”

“Are we seriously spending our one year anniversary in bed with pizza?” Jared smirked as he asked you.

“Yes, we are.” Grabbing another slice you smiled at him. “Any complaints?”

“None.” He leaned forward kissing your cheek. “This is perfect, you’re perfect.”

“You can stop flirting, I’m already yours.”

“You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for.”

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emilyymichelle · 6 years ago

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The Maze

Word count: 932

Pairing: Dean x reader

Challenge: this was written for the beautiful @ellen-reincarnated1967 crack challenge! It came out a little more sweet than I was expecting, but I hope you still enjoy it babe! Below is the picture it was based on from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and the line is in bold in the fic.

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Dean got out of the Impala slowly after his last hunt. It wasn't a difficult one, just tedious. Plus, he insisted he could do it alone since Sam was still nursing an injury, and Y/N seemed to be running on empty. All he wanted to do was make it inside, down the hallway, and sink in to his bed. He realized that plan was going to be trickier than expected as soon as he opened the door however.

"Shit." Dean sighed. In front of him was a maze built out of cardboard boxes. All the lights were off, and glow sticks had been taped on the makeshift walls. "Y/N!" He bellowed. Dean ran his hand down his face in frustration and tried to decide what he was going to do, when his phone started ringing. It was Y/N with a video call. "What the hell, Y/N?! I just got back from a hunt. I don't want to deal with this right now."

"Dean. Take a breath. I thought it would be fun! There are puzzles and dead ends, but you'll like it! I promise!" Y/N smiled brightly at her boyfriend.

Dean, however, was less than enthused. He shook his head and tried to calm himself down. "I'm not in the mood. I'm cutting my way through this." He took a knife out of his pocket to prove his point.

"No! You can't! Please Dean!" Y/N yelled quickly. "This took a lot of time!"

"I'm past where I thought I could go. I'm like all the way up to here." Dean held his hands above his head to show how over it he was.

"Fine. You're right. I shouldn't have made this for you to go through right after a hunt." Y/N agreed with a small nod. "Just cut your way through, and I'll take the rest down later. I'm really sorry Dean." And she hung up.

Dean sighed. He knew she meant well, but he was just so exhausted. He drove through the night after the hunt to get back to her. He went to start cutting through the cardboard, when someone grabbed his wrist.

"Sammy. Did you help her with this?" Dean knew instantly who it was, the only other person on the bunker before he even turned around.

Sam nodded. "Trust me. You'll want to go through the maze. She put a lot into it." Sam left his older brother, going through the garage to get to the other side of the bunker.

Dean hesitated for a second before rolling his eyes and entering the maze. Sam was right.

As Dean continued through the maze, he realized how much work Y/N really had put into it. All the puzzles were about their relationship, or about Sam and Dean and their family. There were pictures of them taped all over the walls. And not just of them, but of all their friends as well, life Bobby, Jody, Donna, even some with Crowley.

There were stories about hunts gone wrong; like when Dean split his pants while fighting a vampire and had to wear them the rest of the day. Or when someone realized the boys aliases were musicians, and watching them try to talk their way out of it.

There were stories and pictures from Dean and Y/N's dates. Their first one at a dinner after a hunt when Dean confessed his feelings, not realizing she was behind him. The one where they went to a nearby beach and seagulls pooped on them, so they went into the ocean (fully clothed) to wash off even though it was freezing.

Stories from pranks Y/N and the brothers had played on each other. Like when Dean switched Sam's lotion with mayonnaise, so Sam retaliated by filling doughnuts with mustard. Although, Dean didn't think that tasted half bad. Or when Dean put flour in Y/N’s hair dryer. So she ignored him for the rest of the day.

The maze was filled with all the good things in Dean's world. And he realized how lucky he was to have all these memories and people in his life. Especially Y/N and Sam. Dean finally made it to the end of the maze, which deposited him into his bedroom where Y/N was waiting.

She looked up from her phone when Dean came in and cocked her head to the side a little as she stood up next to the bed. "I thought you would have gotten here quicker than that."

Dean strode over to her and cupped one if her cheeks in his hand, and wrapped his other arm around her waist. "Thank you." Was all he said before he leaned in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

When the two finally broke apart, Dean spoke again. "The maze was incredible. Thank you for reminding of all the good in the world, sweetheart. I am sorry I was so grumpy earlier." He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "I don't deserve you."

Y/N sighed and stood back slightly to look up at his face. "Dean Winchester. You deserve the entire world." She stood on her toes to reach up to Dean's lips. "I'm glad you're mine." She said just before their lips met.

Dean smiled into the kiss, and pulled her onto the bed just as Sam walked by to see if Dean had made it through the maze.

"I'll just close this." Sam muttered, closing their door and walking back to his room to listen to some music with headphones and on for good measure.

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The Littlest Winchester

Author: @justawaywardwinchester

Description: Y/N and Dean prepare for the newest member of the Winchester family. Little do they know, she was closer than they thought.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Baby Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of pregnancy, birth, labor pain. And SO. MUCH. FLUFF.

Word Count: 1621

A/N: This is my first fic! Domestic Dean is my JAM, and my baby fever has been off the charts lately (I’m getting married in a couple months, don’t judge me). So come wallow with me! Thank you so much to my wonderful Sammy #jensenyourdeanisshowing and my beautiful twin @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 for the beta!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

You felt like a whale. No, not even. A blimp. A fucking Goodyear blimp at a football game.

Looking down at your gigantic belly wondering if you would ever see your feet again, you felt your insides move. “Woah there, little one. Watch where you stretch those legs!”, you chuckled to yourself.

Nesting mode was in full overdrive. You couldn’t help yourself but arrange and then rearrange everything in her room. The blankets always seemed out of place, the clothes needed to be organized in the closet, and the stuffed animals needed to placed perfectly in her crib. And the house would never be clean enough.

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Dean had never seen you look more beautiful than you did in this moment, while you were humming to yourself and folding onesies, using your beach ball of a belly as a makeshift table. He leaned against the door frame to watch you, a warm smile coming across his face. The subtle hue of sundown only accentuated your pregnancy glow. Every now and then, you would place your hand on your belly reactively as she squirmed around inside you. You had been carrying his daughter for what seemed like a lifetime and he was so incredibly anxious to meet her.

“Hey, baby.” His soothingly deep voice made your heart flutter.

“Dean! What are you doing home?! I thought you were spending the week with Sam?” You set down the clothes and practically ran to him. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you missed him much more than you thought you would. He was trying to get in one last run with his brother before the baby came and your social lives vanished.

“I couldn’t stay away from you two any longer. Sam understood. He may have laughed at me first, but he understood. After all, it is kind of a big deal.” He smirked. He pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head. Then he stepped back and crouched down in front of you. With both hands on the sides of your belly, he gently rested his forehead against you and spoke in a low, velvet tone. “Hey, baby girl. Daddy missed you.”

You beamed down at him and ran your hand through his hair. “Well, you’re just in time to help. Will you hang the last of these clothes in the closet?”

He rolled his eyes playfully as he grabbed a few outfits and started to put them on hangers. You asked him about his time with Sam during the last, albeit short, retreat. He told you they took the Impala out to the lake and spent some time fishing. Taking another handful of adorably small newborn clothes, he told you how Sam kept tangling up his line on some reeds. You threw your head back with laughter, picturing the giant moose of a man grappling with a silly fishing rod. He turned back toward the closet, boasting about a whopper of a fish he almost snagged, when he heard you cry out.

“HOLY MOTHER OF…!” you exclaimed. A monster contraction rocked through you like lightning.

“Y/N?!? Are you alright?!? Talk to me!” Dean was panicking while you remained silent, trying to breathe through the pain.

After it passed, you started counting. Dean just stood there watching you. Ten minutes later another one came, crashing through you and causing you to double over.

Your tall, gruff, and let’s be honest, Adonis of a husband was turning to mush right in front of you. “Sweetheart! Please tell me what’s happening! What can I do?!”

“I’m fine babe” you assured him once you came down from the scorching pain. “It was just a contraction. They’re only ten minutes apart, but I think it’s almost show time.”

“Are you sure?! We can head to the hospital right now!” He started to scramble for his keys and your hospital bag that was already by the door.

You just stood there for a second, amused at him running around like a headless chicken. “Dean.” You rolled your eyes. “I. am. fine. I promise.” you insisted. You tried reaching out to him as he rushed by you. “Dean, please stop.” The man was a tornado, trying to pack his own bag and make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “WINCHESTER!” you hollered to break him from his daze. He halted, staring at you like he was waiting for you to combust. You brought your hands up to his face and stared into those emerald green eyes that sent you over the edge every single time. “Aren’t you supposed to be the fearless one?” you teased. “We are going to be relaxed and calm and fine.” You took a deep breath in, giving him a look that he should follow suit. You both exhaled and regrouped.

You went to pick up your bag, but he reached it first. “Nope. No way you’re carrying that.” You glared at him for his reprimand. The Impala was already running. He threw the bag into the backseat and you slowly lowered yourself into the front seat.

God, you were huge.

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With vision blurry and beads of sweat rolling down your face, you took a deep breath and pushed as hard as you possibly could. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” He said quietly trying to ease you through the pain. He was cradling you while you labored to bring his daughter into the world, not even flinching when you squeezed his hand with all your might. In between your contractions, he marveled at you, mystified by your feminine power. A goddess of strength. He was in absolute awe over you and how you were a freaking warrior; more so than when you were hunting all those years ago, and that was saying something.

One final push brought the sweetest sound you had ever heard. Her cries pierced your heart and the tears began to flow. They placed her on your chest, still messy from birth, but you didn’t even notice. You kissed her head and sobbed quietly as the hormones consumed you. Dean watched you with his own tears falling, thanking his lucky stars a thousand times over for giving him this life.

The nurse took her away to be cleaned up and you whimpered after her. “I’ll bring her right back, Mrs. Winchester.” She was back after what seemed like far too long and placed her in your arms. She was warm and smelled like heaven. Her pink beanie and hospital blanket swaddled around her was almost too much. You were sure your heart was going to explode.

“Baby,” you said, looking up at your husband, “Are you ready to meet your girl?” The tears spilling from his eyes silently answered your question. “Daddy, meet Piper. Piper Isabel Winchester.”

Dean tore himself from staring at her face to look at you, still stunned that she was actually here. The miracle you had both been waiting on for nine long months was really here and finally in his arms. “Piper?” He asked. His eyes sparkled with adoration as he looked back at his new baby girl, who had begun to stir. Without looking up, a large smile spread across his face. “Awesome.” he whispered, not wanting to wake her.

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It had been barely a month since you returned home as a family of three. Sleep was all but a distant memory. You felt like your head had just hit the pillow when your daughter’s cries came from the bassinet once again. “Dean.” you mumbled. “Get her so I can feed her.”

He buried his head deeper into his pillow and groaned. Nothing. She kept wailing. You grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it. “Okay! I’m up!” he growled. He got up and reached over next to him, gently cradling her as he came back to bed. He placed her in yours arms so you could nurse her.

“Thanks babe. You can go back to sleep now. I’ll put her back when I’m done.” You could see what no sleep had done to Dean and it was not pretty. “Really, it’s fine. Go back to bed. At least one of us should get it while we can” you chuckled quietly.

“Nah, it’s alright. I’ll keep you company” his warm smile melted you on the spot. You nursed Piper as he beamed at you, his heart overflowing with the sight of his two favorite girls together. He never imagined having one woman who held his heart, let alone two, and never one that he would have made with his love.

You aimlessly chatted and reminisced about the old days, voices low as to not wake her.

Once she was done, you placed her back in her bassinet. Feeling absolutely drained, you climbed back into bed and snuggled up into Dean’s chest. His muscled arms wrapped around your waist. “Y/N?” You felt his voice rumble in his chest.

“Yeah, babe?” Your eyes were closed, already half asleep.

“I love you” he murmured.

You opened your eyes and pulled away to look into his. “I love you, Dean. More than anything.”

With a kiss on your forehead, he pulled you back into his chest and rested his head on the pillow. Soon, he was softly snoring.

You closed your eyes and focused on Dean’s chest, rising and falling with every breath. Your heart was unconditionally full. It was going to be a steep learning curve, settling in with a newborn. After all, she was a Winchester. You knew you were going to have a troublemaker on your hands.

You couldn’t wait to see where this new adventure took you, Dean, and now the littlest Winchester.

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