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tomhiddleston-is-mischief · 4 years ago

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"Babysitting the Newbie"

Jack Kline x reader

Summary: reader does something special for the newbie, Jack Kline, to make him feel better

Warning(s): Dean being a prick to Jack, but that's it

Word count: 770

A/N: hope this is good! Thank you for reading, loves

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Things are never great for the Winchesters, but lately, it seems like everyone is on edge. We sadly lost Cas, my dad and uncle are stressed, and that Jack kid is just… I actually have no idea and that terrifies me. I mean, Cas had faith in him, but then again, that is what also got him killed. My dad, Sam, trusts Jack. My uncle… not so much. Me? I am on the fence with this one. We have spoken and all that. I'm polite with him and he is the same with me. He seems nice, but then again, so did a ton of other people. I really do want to trust the newbie - I do! Just don’t know how, I guess. “Y/N! Come help us.”, I heard Dean call. With a sigh, I get off my semi-comfortable bed and walk down the hall swiftly. “Marco!”, I yell. “Polo!”, my dad responded. I chuckle at how funny that is. When we lose each other in this bunker of ours, we just call out random things like that. I walk into the library, finding the boys - including Jack - sitting in some chairs. Taking my seat next to Dad, I stare at the boy curiously. His eyes were set on his fingers. They fiddle together as he gulps nervously. Furrowing my eyebrows, I wonder if he has been on edge like everyone else.

“Y/N, are you listening?”, Dad raised his eyebrows at me, glancing at Jack. I clear my throat and apologize. Dean sighed,” We need you to stay here and babysit him.” He glared at Jack, making the poor kid feel even more nervous. “I want you to be safe, okay?”, Dad smiled at me as I nodded. “Listen, if you touch her, I’ll have your head mounted on a wall.”, Dean walked past Jack after saying that. Dad only sighed and moved on. Pursing my lips together, I wonder how to make Jack feel better. Words aren’t really my strong suit, thanks to trauma, but... I have thrown plenty of parties!

Without a word, I run to the kitchen to look for party supplies. Now, this is not a party-party, but I have a good idea of what could cheer Jack-o up. Maybe some pancakes. Add in some chocolate. Probably some soda. Oh, and a fort!

Wait, I don’t even trust this kid. Why am I doing all of this?

I shrug it off, saying it is because he reminds me so much of Cas. And maybe that is a little bit true. Even though I was only nine when I met him, I could tell Cas was going to be a good friend of mine. Yes , it hurts that he is gone, but I just have to power through. That’s what I do every time someone turns up gone. As the time passes by me thinking about things that have happened in my seventeen years of living, the pancakes are done and I made a pretty decent candy bowl. I set down the candy and jump as I hear a voice behind me. "What are you doing, Y/N?", a curious voice asked. I turn around, startled by the boy's presence all of a sudden. "Um… I made this to- I don't know, cheer you up?", I look around at the fort, then to his confused face. "So… you made this… for me?", he furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, guess I did.", I shrugged and handed him a soda. He stayed silent as he watched me open mine. Jack opened his can after he saw me do it, then took a sip after I did. Setting my drink down, I realize what he's doing as he starts to put his drink on the same table I did. "You don't have to do that, you know. You can be your own person.", I chuckle. "Be my own person?", Jack repeated. I nodded my head,"Would you want to have some of your drink. Or would you like your pancakes?" Jack furrowed his eyebrows, listening to the sudden grumbling in his stomach. "Pancakes, please.", he smiled at me. I smiled back and set the plate on the floor, next to where I wanted go sit and eat. "You do want to be here, right?", I ask, suddenly remembering he might want to be at a table. "No, I think I want to eat with you.", he sits next to me and starts to bite into the sugary food once he was settled. A blush settles across my cheeks once he sits next to me.

Why? No clue at all.

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negans-lucille-tblr · 4 years ago

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Absent - Chapter One

Summary: Y/N’s father loves her - maybe too much given how sheltered she is - but he’s always absent. He’s either busy with work or busy entertaining women. Y/N thinks she’s finally found a way to get him to notice her, and with a little help from Uncle Sam, she finally gets some quality time with Daddy. But for how long can she keep his attention?

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, disappointment, talk of isolation, naive!reader, innocent!reader, mentions of sex, voyeurism, p in v, blowjob

Chapter WC: 1727

A/Ns: I feel disgusting. This is gonna be amazing. Please send an ask to be tagged in this series. My “Always and Forevers” and my “SPN Forevers” will be tagged automatically :)

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Chapter One - Happy Birthday

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

You smile, “thanks, Uncle Sam. Where’s Daddy?” You look over to his seat at the large dining table, seeing it’s empty and the servers haven’t even set up his place. This disappointment sits thick in your stomach, because you know exactly what that means, but you don’t want it to be true - not today.

“Caught up, kid, I’m sorry.” You look back at your uncle and nod your head, defeated. The confirmation that your father is missing your birthday only makes you feel like calling the whole day off. Your favourite breakfast is placed in front of you - probably Uncle Sam’s doing - and he smiles at you to confirm your suspicions. “Pancakes with chocolate sauce and strawberries, with whipped cream… still your favourite, right?” he checks. You nod.

“Yeah, thanks.” You offer him a weak smile and pick up your fork, poking at the food for a bit.

“Plus,” Sam speaks up again, watching you carefully, “your Dad has got all of your presents waiting for you in the front room, said you can open them all without him. And if there’s anything else you want, I’m under strict instructions to get it for you.” You know you should feel grateful, but you just feel disappointed.

“Can you get my Dad?” you ask him. Sam offers you a sympathetic smile.

“What’s wrong with your Uncle Sammy?” he smirks. “Listen, Y/N, I know this is a big birthday, and your Dad would be here if he could - but work is busy right now.” You look down to your plate, and Sam continues. “You know he loves you more than anything else, right? And he works so hard to give you everything you want.” You nod in agreement. You know he does it all for you, you know you’re his entire world, because he tells you that you are - but all you’ve ever wanted was for him to be around, to actually spend time with you. Instead, he just splashes his cash from afar.

“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry,” you sigh.

The room falls quiet as you play with your food with your fork and Sam eats his own breakfast.

“So, eighteen…” Sam prompts. “Finally an adult.”

You nod, “don’t feel like it,” you confess.

“I’m in my late thirties and I still don’t feel like an adult,” Sam chuckles. You smile, genuinely this time, and decide to eat a strawberry.

“There’s just so much I’ve never done, or experienced,” you sigh. “You know, most people my age are going to prom, and thinking about college and going to house parties with their friends and…” You reach for anything else ridiculous that teenagers are supposed to enjoy doing, “kissing and stuff-” Your cheeks flame in embarrassment at the very thought. “At least, they do in all the movies.”

“Well, movies aren’t real, you know that,” Sam defends. “And you also know your Dad would be worried sick if you went to any kind of party,” he scoffs.

“I don’t even have friends,” you complain. “Not unless you count Sandy.” Sandy was your Nanny, but now you were older she was more like your assistant. Nowadays she's around less and less, and she's good at making herself blend into the background when she is present. Dean and Sam had her doing other things now, like cleaning and organising. “I’ve never even been to a real school and I’m about to graduate.” Sam sighs and places down his knife and fork, linking his fingers together in his lap.

“You know how much I fought with your Dad about that. I’m sorry kid, these things happen. Our line of work is… messy and you’re safer here, where we can both look out for you.” You nod your understanding.

“Well, anyway, it doesn’t matter. I was kinda hoping we could have a movie day today?” You blush. You had always loved movies, especially when they were about people your age - seeing how different their lives were to yours. You’ve been homeschooled your whole life, sheltered from everything, and some movies confused you, because you had never experienced anything that they had. Schools seemed wonderful and daunting all at once, and you often wondered what kind of ‘clique’ you’d be in if you went to one. Would you have had a boyfriend? One of those jocks that is secretly a soft guy that takes you on romantic dates? You could only imagine your father’s face if you ever brought a guy home. You wondered why everyone always drank alcohol in red plastic cups, and constantly obsessed over sex. The most you’d learned about sex was that it made babies - and you didn’t want any of those any time soon so it seemed a little pointless for highschoolers to be doing it.

“A movie day, huh?” Sam prompts, nodding his head. “Whatever you want, Princess, this is your day. But first, presents.”

The rest of your birthday had been fine. It took you a while to open all of your gifts. Your father had bought you a lot of jewellery, diamonds and white gold mainly, along with some new clothes and purses, all designer, and all no doubt chosen by anyone but him, because there is no way he knows a single thing about women’s fashion. You assume, like with all your gifts you receive from him, he’s given someone his credit card and told them to buy you things you’ll like. Trouble is, very few people besides Sandy and your uncle know you at all. Still, you appreciate the sentiment, anyway. The last gift had been in an envelope, and in your father’s writing you read that he was planning to take you to Paris, but couldn’t tell you when yet. You’d already resigned yourself to the fact that it wasn’t happening any time soon, and he’d no doubt eventually send you over there with Sandy, or Uncle Sam if you were lucky.

Uncle Sam had got you an engraved locket with the family crest on it, and the number eighteen etched into the back. He'd spent the whole day trying to make it special for you, doing whatever you wanted, which meant you’d spent most of it in the theatre under a blanket and cuddled into Sam’s side as you watched all of your favourite films, with an endless supply of warm popcorn and all the candy and chocolate you could ask for. You did have a great time, but you couldn’t help thinking about how much better it would’ve been if your father was there to share it with you too.

But Sam had told you at breakfast the next morning that Dean was on his way back, and would hopefully be home in time to see you before bed, so you’d been spending the day wishing time away, and just hoping you’d get to see him. You were struggling to stay awake by midnight, laying on your bed in silence, listening intently for your father’s voice to carry down the halls, or just any kind of sound to suggest he had finally come home, when you must've drifted off.

It only feels like you’d blinked when you open your eyes again and turn your head, seeing it’s almost two a.m. You sit upright immediately, feeling a little disorientated, and then you remember that your Dad’s bound to be home by now. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in with him like you did sometimes when you were younger. You leave your room and walk down the hallway, heading towards his bedroom door. You can see the light is on, and you hear movement, so you excitedly step inside, walking down the hallway and you’re about to turn the corner to where his bed is, only to stop dead in your tracks instead. You can hear moaning and gasping, and your Dad’s voice cuts through the quiet.

“Shit, baby, just like that.” The sound of his voice is comforting, and you peer around the corner to see that he’s with some blonde girl. She doesn’t look that much older than you. They’re both naked. She’s on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, your father standing behind her, fistful of blonde locks lifting her head off the bed, and he’s thrusting into her.

“Fuck Dean, feels good,” she whimpers. You turn back, wondering if you’re meant to even be seeing this. They’re having sex, that much you’ve figured out, even though it’s never looked like that in the movies. You look back at them again, being careful to stay hidden, because you’re curious to know just how different it is in real life. But why is your father having sex with her, anyway? You’ve never even met her, so he can’t be dating her or anything. And as far as you’re aware, he doesn’t want any more kids - you were hardly planned, he’s always called you a happy accident - so you’re not sure why he’s having sex with her. But as you watch, listening to the way they’re both moaning, and seeing the pleasure on their faces, you realise that they must be doing it for fun. Sex must feel good, and be for more than just making babies as you’d always been taught.

You couldn’t help but feel jealous. He’d come home, and already he was spending his time with some other girl. Why hadn’t he come into your room and woken you up? Why hadn’t he wanted to see you instead of her? What if you weren’t enough for him? What if he’s only interested in girls that will do these kinds of things with him? You feel uncomfortable between your legs, like there’s a wetness there, and you squirm and grab at yourself through your pants to try and get comfortable, but it only makes it worse, so you pull your hand away and sigh. You take one last look at your father and his blonde friend as she spins and drops to her knees, and then she’s putting him in her mouth. And he likes it, apparently, because he’s moaning loudly and gripping her hair again and smirking down at her.

You force yourself to look away and head back towards the door, closing it softly behind you. Your whole body feels like it’s tingling, your heart racing oh so fast. And you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve just seen. You head back towards your bedroom slowly, biting your bottom lip, deep in thought. Do you need to be one of those girls? To get him to spend time with you? Because if that’s what it takes, you’re willing to do anything.

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thatcrazybookwormgeek · 6 years ago

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Not Right

A/N: This is my late submission for @katymacsupernatural ‘s writing challenge. I hope I did ok.

Pairing: Dean x Daughter!Reader, with a litte Uncle!Cas

Warnings: A little angsty, I tried but it came out really fluffy.

Hope you all enjoy!

Dear Satan, My name is Y/N Winchester. I want a big teddy bear for Christmas. One that is bigger than me, bigger than my Uncle Sam. That would be super cool. You might have to leave it outside though, because nothing can get inside the bunker. Not even you. Love, Y/N.

“What are you doing bug?” Uncle Sammy got down on his knees and looked at me with his big eyes.

“Writing a letter to Santa! I want a big teddy bear, bigger than you!” My smile was my face it was so big.

“That would be awesome. Let’s go get your daddy and then we can get this to Santa, ok?” Nodding my head I hurried along behind my Uncle Sam as he walked through the halls of the bunker I called home.

“Hey Peanut, what do you got there?” My dad looked at me like he did at pie, with more love than I could ever understand.

“I wrote a letter to Santa! Can we make sure it gets there? I saw a box to go to Santa at the mailbox. Let’s go!” I pulled on my dad’s wrist with all of my might as I tried to go as soon as possible.

“Let me get my shoes on, ok?” After putting on his shoes he grabbed his jacket and we all piled in the Impala.

It seemed like forever until we pulled into the parking lot of the Post Office. “There it is!”

“Wait for us Y/N!” My daddy shouted after me as I ran for the box marked “To Santa.”

“Alright, let’s put in together, ok?” I put my hand on my dad’s as we pushed it into the slot.

“Can we get Ice Cream?” My mind quickly traveled to food as soon as the task was done.

“We can get Ice Cream and Pie.” My dad said as he picked me up as we all made our way to the nearest diner.

Lucifer’s POV Dear Satan, My Name is Y/N Winchester.

I must get at least a million misaddressed letters every Christmas. But this one, oh this one will be fun. Never had I ever gotten a letter from a Winchester. A teddy bear? A BIG teddy bear? Let the games begin.

Y/N POV

It was Christmas! I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me to my daddy’s room. I jumped right onto his bed. “WAKE UP! IT”S CHRISTMAS!!”

Like a tree in a cartoon, he sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Let’s go see what Santa got you!” Even half-asleep he was still cheerful to me.

Tired of waiting I did the exact same thing to Uncle Sammy, who was a little grumpier that I woke him up. But I didn’t care, it was CHRISTMAS!

Running into the war room where the tree was I saw the biggest teddy bear I had ever seen. It’s eyes were dark red and it’s fur black. I immediately went and gave it a big bear hug, but what I wasn’t expecting was for it to hug back. At first, I laughed until the hug started to hurt. I tried to get away but the bear was just too strong.

“DADDY!!!!!!” My scream tore through the bunkers halls as I cried, over pain and fear.

No sooner had I yelled than my Dad and Uncle came running into the war room. They immediately pulled out guns and started pointing them at the bear. Only I Was moving too much to get a clean shot off.

Tears ran down my face as I sobbed and fought with every fiber of my body. I was only a small child though, so I couldn’t do much. My eyes burned and breathing was hard, all I wanted to do was hug my daddy, but I couldn’t.

The teddy bear hugged tighter, and my eyes became blurry. The room kept getting darker until all I could see was black. The fight in my body left as I became a rag doll.

Lucifer POV I messed up. It was all I could think. She was just a small child, she didn’t deserve it. I thought I would enjoy the pain written on the Winchesters faces, but instead I felt it. I knew I had to do something.

*Flap FLap Flying*

Inside the bunker I placed a hand on the tiny child laying on her bed, ignoring the protests and punches from her father. I focused as my grace left me and entered her, healing her. Having accomplished that I turned to look at Dean. “I’m sorry, it was a mistake.” Without waiting any longer I flew back to my secret hideout.

Dean POV Today was a close call, I almost lost my daughter. She was a curious girl, and I knew she would ask what happened. I was gonna have to give her the talk. She was so young, and now she was gonna have PTSD from being tossed around by a teddy bear.

How could I have let this happen? I should have watched her more closely. Been more careful, done something. But I didn’t and my kid is hurt now because of it. I knew lie was gonna change around here, and probably not for the better.

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generallyclumsy · 6 years ago

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At Least I Killed It

A/N: um this is god awful but I’m trying to post so like eh, I hope someone likes it. It’s based on an imagine I found a hot minute ago, but I couldn’t find it so like if it’s yours hit me up and I’ll tag you.

402 Words (a wee blurb)

Dean x daughter!reader/ Sam x niece!reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, bad writing (not edited)

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I stared at my hands, they shook as the rest of me sat still in a cell. My view of the police station was warped by the bars I sat behind, my clothes and hair still bloody although now more crusty than damp as I waited for Sam.

When I’d been arrested, I used my call to phone Sam as opposed to my dad because if I was lucky I’d get out of this without to much trouble. Sam, being my uncle, worried about me but not nearly as much as dad did. He likely come down here, bail me out, give me a brief lecture on the way home and this would all be behind us. Or at least, I hoped.

The thing is, I had been hunting. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did, and long story short the police found me covered in blood wielding a silver knife. As they would find, a considerable amount of the blood was my own, but most of it also belonged to the werwolf I had slaughtered only minutes prior. The issue was that I had to get out of here, and the circumstances were suspicious as hell.

I was still sitting and staring at my hands when I heard the front reception officer greet someone who had walked through the door. “Hello, sir.” Thank God! Sam!

“Hello, Agent Young.” Fuck. Not Sam. Dad, very much my dad. “I’m here for the girl, listed, Y/N Winchester.” I sighed. That was me, dad was here for me and it didn’t sound like Sam was even with him. FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Right, this way. We found her covered in blood, most of which didn’t even test as hers, with a bloody knife just running around it someone’s corn field. We drug tested her but it came up negative...” the police man started rambling as he made his way back here with dad. I met his eyes and he had this look like “you fucked up.”

“No offense officer but I’ve got it from here,” dad said as they unlocked my cell. I stood up shakily and exited the cell. Immediately, Dad put his hand on my back, and steered me out of the building. As we needed the Impala I looked up at him nervously.

“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Guess.”

I ducked into the Impala sheepishly and sighed. He started the engine wordlessly, and we started toward the main road.

“I mean, at least I killed it.”

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lil-sister-winchester · 6 years ago

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Final time zone reblog :)))

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Request- Could you do a an imagine where the reader is Sams daughter and is arguing with him so she locks herself in her room and Dean convinces her to come out

Word Count- 1131

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negans-lucille-tblr · 4 years ago

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Absent - Chapter Thirty (FIN)

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, murder, manipulation, affair, dark!Sam, smut implied, fluff

Chapter WC: 2959

A/Ns: Thank you so much for all the love and comments on this series! I’ve adored every single one!!! Hope you enjoyed this incredibly sinful series. I struggled to get into it, but once I was, there was no stopping me! Hope you loved it too! ❤️

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Chapter Thirty - Perfect

Sam’s POV

Two Days Before...

“Stop, Sam, please,” she begs. “You’re my uncle.”

“I know you’ve fucked your Daddy, why not me?” he growls. She manages to squirm away, and Sam grunts, frustrated to not be getting what he wants. What the fuck does he have to do to make her want him, even if it’s just for a moment? But she’s so caught up with Dean that she doesn’t fucking care about him. Y/N wipes her lips with shaking hands, and then glances once at Sam.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers out, tears in her eyes. She turns and leaves the room before Sam can reply, and he growls under his breath in frustration. Great, now she’s scared of him and probably isn’t going to trust him ever again, and what if she tells Dean? He really didn’t want to have to take such drastic measures, but he figures he’s been backed into a corner and this is the only way out.

Reaching into his pocket for his cell he huffs, and scrolls through his contacts until he finds the one he needs.

“Yeah?” the voice replies.

“Gonna need your help,” Sam replies, clenching his jaw harder.

“Sam Winchester, long time no speak. Thought you’d forgotten all about your best friend.” Sam huffs, not entirely happy about the fact that he’s had to resort to this, but he grits his teeth to reply.

“Of course not, Nick, can’t forget you.” Sam knows he needs to keep Nick sweet. There’s only so much hush money he can pay him before Dean starts questioning where that money is going.

“Though, it does seem to me that you only reach out when you need something from me. It makes me feel very… used.”

“Well, you know Dean will get suspicious if he knows we’re still doing business. It’s safer for both of us this way,” Sam excuses lazily. Luckily, Nick doesn’t push.

“Tell me what you need,” Nick commands.

Sam licks his lips and draws a deep breath, walking over to the door to close and lock it.

“Need to distract Dean somehow, was wondering if you could hold Y/N for a while, make him sweat.” Sam keeps his voice low, and Nick chuckles down the phone.

“Do you mean your darling niece?” he asks, amused. “Oh Sam, I’ve heard she’s grown up to be quite the woman, not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself whilst I’m holding her, if you know what I mean. So I guess the real question is, how badly do you need your brother distracted?” Sam’s grip on his cell tightens and he takes a deep breath. Nick doesn’t need to know the entire plan. Just enough to do as he’s told.

“Do what you want with her, within reason, but I do have some conditions,” Sam explains. “Keep her alive, don’t hurt her too much, just enough to make the ransom video believable. Want you to hold her for a few hours in a warehouse I’ve got on the edge of town. I can get her there, you just need to keep her there. Make the video, send it to me and Dean with your demands, and then I’ll let you know when we’re on our way, so that you can flee and leave her there.”

“And what are my demands, Sam? What do I get out of this besides a taste of that sweet niece of yours?” Nick pries. Sam clenches his jaw again at Nick’s words.

“You’re gonna ask Dean to give you the business,” Sam tells him.

“Oh Sammy, I think I’ll be keeping Y/N a lot longer than a few hours if you’re expecting Dean to give up the business,” Nick scoffs. “What do I really get out of it?”

“I have a plan, just trust me. Dean loves Y/N more than anything, and I can get him to give up the business - maybe not to you, but to me. And in return for your part, I’ll sign you in and we can finally be official business partners, like we’ve always talked about.” Nick is quiet for a long moment, and Sam knows he’s got him right where he wants him.

“So where’s this warehouse?”

It’s easy enough to get Nathan to comply once Sam’s promised him his yearly salary for one hours’ work, and just as Sam predicted, Dean got home in record time. Sam had already prepared most of the paperwork he needed for his plan, and given that he’d told Charlie false information, it was going to take her just a little longer to find the location than usual. Plenty of time for Dean to sweat enough to sign whatever Sam shoved in his face, and Sam was even able to play the hero and give Dean the location, once he was satisfied everything else had gone to plan. Sam hadn’t expected Dean to take Y/N to Paris, but the distance would certainly help when he still has some cleaning up to do.

He’d asked Nick to meet him back at the crime scene, just to go over some details for their partnership, and he’d gotten Nathan to drive him. Killing Nathan had been easy - one gunshot in the back of the head with a silencer saw the younger man slumped over the steering wheel of the car, lifeless in seconds, and Nick will be none the wiser from inside the warehouse, until Sam wants him to be - if he wants him to be. Sam straightens up his tie and calmly steps out of the car, doing up his suit jacket and tugging on his shirt sleeves underneath. He walks towards the entrance feeling taller than he’s ever felt. The business is finally his. There’s just one more thing missing. But he’s waited this long for the business, so he knows he just needs the patience for Y/N too.

Nick has his back to him when Sam enters the building, but turns around when he hears the soft click of Sam’s shoes on the concrete floor.

“Long time no see, Sammy,” he calls out. Sam doesn’t say anything at first. Nick knows how much Sam hates him calling him Sammy, but he grew tired of commenting on it a long time ago. “Gotta hand it to you, buddy, you’re brutal - maybe more brutal than me. But I do admire you for it. Always had your eye on that prize haven’t you?” Nick smirks, chuckling softly. “Got there in the end though.” Sam remains quiet, letting Nick continue to talk. Nick’s always loved to talk. “You know, I really thought you had it last time, when you had me kill that bitch - what was her name again? Jamie? Expecting Dean to step up to the father plate, weren’t you?” “I had other reasons for killing Jamie,” Sam tells Nick honestly.

“Enlighten me,” Nick commands, holding his arms out. “Can’t have secrets if we’re gonna be business partners.” Sam scoffs, reaching into the back of his slacks before pulling out his gun.

“Yeah about that,” Sam smirks, pointing the gun at Nick’s head. “Had a change of heart.” Nick holds his hands up immediately, a panicked laugh leaving his lips.

“Buddy, c’mon, I ain’t gonna tell him. Kept Jamie a secret all these years haven’t I?”

“It’s nothing personal, buddy. Purely business,” Sam reassures him, before pulling the trigger. He feels like a weight has lifted when Nick’s body slumps to the floor. It had always haunted him, knowing that Nick was out there with so many of Sam’s secrets. Sam didn’t like those out in the world to be exposed.

Fifteen Years Ago

“I wanna tell him, Sam,” she tells him desperately.

Sam scoffs, shaking his head immediately, “what? No, don’t be ridiculous, Jamie.”

“Why not? I’m sick of this. I wanna be with you properly. You said yourself, if it wasn’t for him then maybe we’d be happy.” Jamie reaches for Sam’s hands, but he pulls them away harshly.

“No, Jamie, it’s not happening. You can’t tell him. He’ll kill both of us if he ever finds out what we’ve done.” Sam turns around and walks further into the room.

“Sam, c’mon, please. Let’s just take Y/N and be a family, like it’s meant to be.”

Sam turns back around, glaring at Jamie. “We’re not even having this conversation. I’m needed here, I have a life here, a place in the business. And taking Y/N away from Dean? No.” He’s not sure how many times he has to say it to get it into her thick head. Fucking around with Jamie over the years has been fun - knowing he’s got something of Dean’s he shouldn’t - but he never intended for it to get this far.

“Oh c’mon, you know as well as I do he cares more about work than he does about her. She’s not even his.”

Sam shakes his head, not wanting to hear the bitter truth in Jamie’s words.

��She’s yours, Sam, she deserves to know her real father, don’t you want to raise your own daughter? And Dean deserves the truth.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, someone might hear you!” he snarls, glancing to the door to make sure it’s locked. Sam was only nineteen when he got Jamie pregnant, her a year younger than him still, and they were meant to fucking deal with it, until she went and ran her fucking mouth to Dean about the baby. Dean of course, instantly assumed he was the father, and Jamie had some romantic idea that her and Sam would run away together someday. Sam was too young, in over his head, so he let her believe what she wanted as long she kept her mouth shut about their affair.

“Dean’s only with me because of Y/N. You think I don’t know that he’s fucking anything with a skirt in a ten mile radius?” Jamie asks, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I can’t do this anymore, so I’m telling him, Sam. With or without you, I don’t care. But I can’t keep this a secret anymore. We’ve been doing this behind his back for four years now.”

Sam clenches his jaw and shakes his head. “Don’t do this Jamie, you’re making a mistake.”

“The only mistake I made was ever telling Dean that Y/N was his in the first place.”

PRESENT DAY

Your POV

“Yeah?” Nick’s voice is echoing around your brain. The blow from his hit has finally got to you, and your eyes can’t focus and your head is fuzzy. “Aw c’mon buddy, you told me I can do what I want with her, I just want one little taste.” You grumble, struggling against your bounds weakly, trying to get your brain to focus enough. “Sam, please, play fair!” Nick whined mockingly. Why is he speaking to Sam? Is he here? Are you being rescued? You attempt to squint your eyes open, peering up at Nick and see him on his cell, but you can’t keep them open and they close again. “Relax, she’s out like a fucking light, she can’t hear me, anyway.”

You bolt up awake in bed and pant heavily, feeling a cold sweat breaking out over your entire body. It’s been the same nightmare every night for six months now - ever since that night. But you don’t remember the phone call being real. It can’t be real. Uncle Sam would never hurt you like that. He’s been nothing but sweet and caring towards you. If you don’t count the way he was in your father’s office that one time. He loves you like you’re his, he always has.

“Hey baby girl,” Dean soothes, sitting up next to you. His hand strokes up and down your back softly. “It’s okay, just a dream, remember?” he asks gently. You turn your head to look at him, half asleep with tousled hair, and he looks so good like that, that you find yourself relaxing a little more. “Daddy’s got you, c’mon,” he encourages.

Without a word you lay back down beside him, and once again he wraps his arm around your middle and pulls you in. His lips press to your bare shoulder and he kisses along it, up to your neck, helping to calm you further.

“Want me to help take your mind off of it, Princess?” he asks huskily, nipping at your skin slightly. The arousal begins to bloom in the base of your stomach and you whimper slightly, slowly opening your legs as Dean’s hand travels from your stomach to between them. “That’s it baby, let Daddy make you feel better.”

Come morning you’re feeling better, and as usual, you and Dean enjoy breakfast on the terrace of the suite, looking out at the sight you’ll never grow tired of. You thank the servers as they bring you fresh coffee and warm pastries from the local bakery you adore, and talk to Dean casually about your plans for the day.

“I’m thinking a blush pink in the first bar area,” you tell him.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart, this is your hotel, I’m just here to help with the business stuff.” You smile softly and nod.

“Yeah, blush pink,” you settle on, nodding. Neither you nor Dean have left Paris since you arrived six months before - you don’t want to. And Dean had made very good on his promise to keep his focus on you, handing most of the important stuff over to Uncle Sam without any fuss. He seems more relaxed, more carefree than he’s ever been before. No one really knows you here still - there’s no history, no bad blood, so you and Dean can just enjoy your lives here without looking over your shoulders all the time.

“Knock knock.” Turning around you see Sam standing in the doorway to the balcony with a smirk.

“Sam!” Dean laughs a little, getting up to hug his brother. You feel a little apprehensive to see him, considering the nightmares you’ve been having, but you tell yourself they’re just dreams, and rise to your feet and force a smile to your lips as you approach him and let him kiss your forehead.

“Missed you both, finally found some time to come and see you,” he explains.

“Well we’re happy you’re here,” Dean insists. Sam’s eyes linger on you, his hand hovering around your lower back, and you feel a little uncomfortable, so you step away.

“Well? Are you gonna show me Paris, or do I have to get lost by myself?” Sam smirks, looking between you.

“Yeah, of course, man. I’m gonna shower and we can head out.” Dean claps Sam on the shoulder as he passes and disappears into your bedroom.

Sam turns back to you with a smirk.

“Been a while, darling,” he notes quietly.

“Yeah, it has,” you agree, making a point to sit down. Sam sits where Dean had been, pulling the chair a little closer to yours.

“Haven’t really had a chance to talk to you properly since… everything happened. Your Dad whisked you away so quickly. Are you okay?” he checks.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you lie. There’s a churning in your gut that you can’t ignore, and you keep telling yourself that your dream wasn’t real, but something is telling you that it very much was.

“Well,” Sam sighs, reaching out and clamping a hand down over your thigh, making you tense up. “I’d say it worked out well, wouldn’t you? You’ve finally got your Daddy all to yourself,” he notes, not looking at you but out at the view. “Would be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, though,” he adds, squeezing a little tighter, his hand travelling up your leg just a little bit. “Miss our little lessons, I’m sure there’s still so much I could teach you.”

You politely try to push his hand away, but his grip tightens still, and you’re suddenly a little worried for your safety. Something you’ve never really felt around Sam before.

“Let’s not forget, Princess, I’m the reason you and Daddy get to fuck in Paris every night.” You snap your head to look at him, feeling bile press at the base of your throat. Is he saying what you think he’s saying? Is he admitting to being involved in your kidnapping? “After all, if I hadn’t have helped you in the first place, he might’ve left you to Nick.” You don’t want to believe Sam, but a tiny part of you does and you hate it. “So really, you should be finding ways to thank me.” Sam finally looks at you, a deep smirk set on his face, his fingertips brushing up your inner thigh just a little higher. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, but you can’t speak.

“Right, I’m ready to go,” Dean announces from behind you and Sam’s quick to pull his hand away and stand up.

“That was quick! Great, let’s get going. Can’t wait to see your new hometown. I was just telling Y/N how perfect Paris is for you both, how happy you both seem. I mean really, this worked out for the best, huh?”

“Yeah, man,” Dean agrees happily. “Coming baby girl?” he prompts. You nod, forcing a smile and pushing yourself to your shaky feet, staying close to Dean’s side as you walk through the suite to the door.

“Yeah, I think I’ll visit Paris a lot more often from now on,” Sam tells you both.

“Sounds perfect,” Dean agrees.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Y/N?” Sam presses.

“Yeah, of course, Uncle Sammy,” you lie, feeling the dread take over your entire body. “Like Daddy said, sounds perfect.”

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Absent - Chapter Twenty Eight

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: massage, handjob, heavy angst, threat, angry!Dean, talk of murder, talk of drugs, mentions of incest

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Chapter Twenty Eight - Safe

Dean’s POV

“Holy shit, yes, right there,” Dean groans, closing his eyes and humming happily under his breath. “Don’t stop, sweetheart,” he encourages. He hears her giggle. “You ever thought about doing this professionally?” he asks.

“I’m that good, huh?” she prompts with a chuckle.

“Damn right you are, feel like I should be fucking paying you.” She rubs in little circles across his shoulder and up his neck, and then massages down each side of his spine. Dean can practically feel the tension melting away under her touch as she rubs and presses all the right places on his back.

“I’m serious, you need to become one of those massage people,” Dean tells her with a happy sigh. She smoothes her hands over his shoulders and then down his chest.

“Wonder how much I should charge for a happy ending?” she purrs, her mouth right by his ear. Dean chuckles and opens his eyes, watching her hands get closer and closer to the front of his boxers.

“Oh sweetheart, you can charge whatever you want, I already know it’s worth it.” Dean’s phone buzzes alongside him, but he closes his eyes and ignores it as she reaches the elastic waistband of his boxers, and pushes her fingers underneath it. He can feel himself getting aroused, and then once more his phone buzzes, and threatens to pull him back to the reality he’s been working so hard on trying to ignore and forget.

He takes a deep breath and focuses hard on the feeling of her hand wrapped around him as she slowly pumps and - why the fuck isn’t he getting hard? Just concentrate Dean. His phone buzzes again and then doesn’t stop.

“Sorry baby, two seconds,” he grumbles, relenting to answering his cell. He looks to see that it's Sam calling and grunts. “What Sam?”

“You’ve seen it right?” Sam asks, panicked. Dean hasn’t even got out his question of seen what? Before Sam’s speaking up again. “The video. Fuck, Dean, tell me you’ve seen the video.”

“Sammy slow down, what video?” he asks, sitting up straighter. The girl behind him steps away and leaves him alone.

“The one of Y/N - fuck,” Sam grunts. “You’ve gotta come home Dean.”

“Sam! What fucking video?!” Dean shouts down the phone as soon as he realises this is something about Y/N.

“Check your fucking emails. I’m gonna start working on finding her, just come home.”

Sam’s hung up before Dean can say anything else, and there’s nausea sitting in the base of his throat as he sees an unopened email sitting in his inbox from an anonymous source. He clicks it with a shaking thumb, and sees the video Sam must’ve been talking about attached to it. He feels even more anxious as he waits for it to load, and the buffer circle taunts him for what feels like hours, but the reality is a few seconds at most. Instantly the shot is of Nick, the bad news that Dean knows he should’ve taken care of years ago. But Sam always had a soft spot for the waste of space, and convinced Dean that he wouldn’t be a problem anymore, so Dean had foolishly let him live.

“Hey boys, been a while, huh? Kinda miss you, ‘specially you, Sammy. Anyway, would love to stay and chat, but I’ve actually got someone here who wants to talk to you.” The camera pans, and Dean is on his feet the second he sees his daughter tied to a chair. Her shirt is ripped, her lip bust and dripping blood down her chin, and her make up is smudged all over her cheeks as she sobs.

Dean reaches for his jeans and struggles to get them up his legs with one hand, as he shakily holds his phone with the other.

“Daddy,” she sobs, and Dean feels like his heart has stopped. “P-please just do anything he says,” she continues, her voice catching in her throat as she cries. “He said if you don’t he’s… he's g-going to k-kill me.” Dean clenches his jaw hard as he just about manages to do up his jeans with one hand, and frantically searches for his shirt. “Don’t let him kill me. I’m sorry for everything I’ve said and done. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be the perfect daughter, and I’ll do whatever you want. I don’t hate you Daddy, I’m sorry. Please, I love you so m-much,” she sobs. “Uncle Sammy, I’m sorry too, please just let me come home.” Dean can barely keep the bile in his throat, and when he swallows there’s a thick lump as he finally finds his shirt and flies to the door of his apartment complex, not even acknowledging the girl still in her underwear he’s left standing in the living area.

The jet can’t get him home quick enough, and Dean’s anxiously bouncing his legs and calling every single person he can think of who might be able to find Y/N and bring her home safely the whole journey. He tears through the front door of his house the second he’s close to it, and roars Sam’s name. He finds Sam in his office, typing away on his laptop.

“Well?” Dean presses urgently.

“Nothing yet, Charlie’s working on getting a location, but-”

“But isn’t fucking GOOD ENOUGH SAM!” Dean reaches for anything he can get his hands on, and attempts to break it by tearing it down or throwing it across the room. Sam doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and lets Dean have his moment, and when Dean thinks he might have caused enough damage, Sam speaks up again.

“If you let me finish I was going to say but, we know she can’t be far, and we know that she’s still in the first location. I’m waiting on the call any second now, and as soon as we get it I’ve got ten men ready to go in guns blazing if they have to.” Sam’s voice is calm, like he’s got it under control, but Dean can’t think straight, all he can think about is Y/N - his baby girl, the only person besides Sam he’s ever truly loved, being in danger.

"How did this even happen?! Where's Benny?" Dean growls.

"Benny quit earlier on today, Dean. Was gonna tell you when you got back." Dean doesn't get why Benny would just leave and not say goodbye, but Dean has pretty much neglected him since he arrived, so maybe he can't blame the guy. “Nick’s been making demands,” Sam adds carefully. Dean snaps his head to look at his brother.

“Well, what the fuck are they? Give the bastard what he fucking wants, why are we even hesitating?”

“He wants you to give him the business.”

“What?!” Dean frowns. “Just hand it over to him, just like that?” Dean’s mind is spinning.

“I was thinking, if you can give me just a little more time I can draw up a contract with a loop hole, and we can make him think we’re giving him what he wants, but the loophole will mean that he doesn’t get anything.”

“Well how much time are we fucking talking here, Sam?! He could be about to kill my daughter!”

“A few hours, at most,” Sam argues. “We’ll tell him we’re working on the contract, that’ll buy us some time.”

Dean scrubs his hands down his face. He just wants Y/N home safe, and Sam seems to be much more level headed than he is right now, so he trusts his judgement.

“Okay, whatever you think. Whatever gets Y/N home quickly and safely.” Sam nods in agreement.

“I want that too, Dean, more than anything. You know how much I love Y/N,” he tells him softly. Dean nods now, and tries to hold in the tears he’s been desperately fighting since seeing the video. He rights a chair he’d thrown in anger and sits down in it, clasping his hands tightly in his lap.

“This is all my fault,” he whispers, looking down at his fingers. “I should’ve been here for her, should’ve been around more. Fuck. I always put the business first, but now - fuck, this all means nothing if I don’t have her. I do everything for her, and that’s always been my drive, but I’ve forgotten along the way that it’s pointless if she’s not around to appreciate it. And fuck, she just wants to love me, Sam. She just wants to know that I love her too. And fuck I do, more than anything - more than you realise. When you’re a parent it’s just - you wouldn’t understand, I can’t even put it into words. But those lines blurred and now - fuck, it’s more than that, and it shouldn’t be, and when I tried to reject that I ended up rejecting her and-” Dean chokes on his tears and shakes his head.

Sam doesn’t say anything, but Dean doesn’t need him to. He reaches up and dries his cheeks, sniffing hard.

“When we get her back, I’m never putting work first again,” he swears to himself. He lets the quiet grow again, and then thinks back to the video even though he knows it’s only going to upset him more. “Sam?” he asks, looking up.

“Yeah?” Sam asks softly.

“Why was Y/N apologising to you?” Sam frowns slightly and swallows.

“Oh, urm… we had an argument about her going to those parties, that’s all.” Dean continues to frown. “Listen, Dean, I really need to concentrate if I’m going to get this done and get it right.”

“Yeah, of course, I’m sorry,” Dean nods in understanding and rises to his feet. “I’m gonna get some coffee, need to make sure I’m sober enough.”

Once again, time drags impossibly slowly as Dean sits in his office, feeling utterly helpless, waiting for either the location or Sam to finish the contract. Dean realises, as he sits there and stares at a spot on the wall, that Sam really has got it all together, keeps things ticking over just fine without Dean. And what does Dean do? Gets fucked up, fucks anything that moves and fucks up everything else whilst he’s at it. Y/N only has one father, and he can’t even get that right. He holds his face in his hand and closes his eyes, wanting nothing more than to down a few measures of whiskey. But he knows that he needs to be as sober as possible until Y/N is home safely, so he begrudgingly sips of the black bitter coffee in his mug that’s turning cold.

His office door opens and Sam walks in.

“I’ve almost got it, I just need some signatures for you to hand me over some stuff.”

“What? What do you mean?” Dean frowns.

“I need to have control over certain accounts and stuff for this to work.”

“You? Why you? What are you talking about Sam?” Dean asks, confused.

“It doesn’t matter, Dean, just fucking sign the paperwork so I can finish this contract and we can get Y/N home, please!” Sam thrusts the papers in Dean’s face, and Dean frowns before grabbing his pen and scrawling his name over the dotted lines. Whatever it takes, he supposes. Sam lets out a breath and offers him a sympathetic smile. “Thanks, let me know if Charlie calls in the meantime, she’s gotta be close now.”

Sam leaves Dean alone again, and Dean tries to figure out what Sam is doing, but he doesn’t understand the first thing about paperwork and law, that’s always been Sam’s thing, so he stops trying when it starts giving him a headache. He waits in silence once more, and the shrill sound of his office phone ringing snaps him out of his fog.

“Yeah?” he answers immediately.

“Dean.” It’s Sam, and Dean’s disappointed about the fact. “Listen, I thought I’d try some hacking of my own, just stuff that I used to do now and then, you know?” “Get to the point, Sam,” Dean grunts.

“I think I’ve got the location.”

“What? Where?” Dean asks immediately, poised and ready to leave.

“Some warehouse on the edge of town. We should at least check it out, right?” Sam presses.

“Damn right we should.”

Dean’s barely let the car stop before he’s jumping out of it. Sam’s getting out of his car directly behind him.

“Dean, wait,” Sam calls out. “We can’t just go in there guns blazing, what if he’s got her?” he reasons. Dean grunts, but knows that Sam’s right, and slows down, but refuses to drop his gun. They enter the building quietly, cautiously looking around until they enter the main warehouse, and it’s almost silent except for Y/N’s sobs. Dean turns a corner and sees her, sitting alone in the chair she was sat in in the video, and he glances around for Nick, before running to her. She flinches the second she sees him, and he’s quick to soothe her.

“Baby girl, it’s your Daddy,” he tells her softly, reaching for her binds as he undoes them. She instantly throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly. “Where’s Nick, baby?” he asks gently.

“G-gone,” she whispers. “Daddy, I thought I was gonna die.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

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Absent - Chapter Nine

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, incestuous thoughts, mentions of male masturbation, drugs, mentions of drug use, mentions of prostitution, human trafficking, underage sex workers, non-con implied, dub-con implied, mentions of taking virginity, flirting, teasing, mentions of guns, lots of illegal activities

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Chapter Nine - Virgin

Dean’s POV

Dean can’t help it. Ever since Sam had pointed out that all the girls he was screwing around with were around Y/N’s age, he couldn’t think of anything else. Until now, he’d never been bothered by the fact that they were younger than him, but maybe that wasn’t what bothered Dean the most, anyway. Because Sam had said something else to him before that, something that Dean had tried to shrug off, but it clung to the back of his throat like a bad taste.

“You think pretty young things like that would be interested in you if you had nothing to sweeten the deal?”

Dean had always known there was some give and take in his hook ups, and his give was always product, but he’d never considered that they might not want him if he didn’t have that to offer. He thought he’d finally been able to prove Sam wrong with Penny, after all she was clean, she didn’t do that anymore, and she’d still turned up on his doorstep ready for a good time. But then afterwards she’d asked for it, and Dean couldn’t leave that thought alone. Everyone always wants something from him. And then there’s Y/N. She doesn’t want what the others want. Hell, she doesn’t really want something she shouldn’t. All she truly wants is his love and attention, she’s just going the wrong way about it - and that’s on him. He’s never been a real father to her and he knows it. So maybe these blurred lines are his fault. He’s the adult, he’s the one that’s supposed to know better, the one that’s meant to teach her. He’s meant to see the lines crystal clear.

So then why is he getting caught up in this? He’s let her overstep too much already. The lingerie shopping, the touching in the back of the car, the grinding in his office - he should’ve stopped all those things so much sooner than he had. And dare he admit it, but it was only because he had just relieved himself the night before that he’d managed to stop Y/N in her tracks as she stood there looking like that, in the lingerie his money had bought her. Fuck. Dean doesn’t even want to consider what would’ve happened had he not gotten himself off in the shower. And it’s different to think about it. It’s different to imagine what she’d look like, taste like, feel like on his cock. At least that’s what he tells himself, to make himself feel better for getting off more than once to the very thought of his own not-so-little little girl.

Y/N is the best thing that’s ever happened to Dean. He loves her more than anything - more than Sam. He’s never had a love like that before, and he doesn’t even know how to deal with that, so he’s always pushed it away and ignored it. Because everything Dean Winchester touches gets tainted or ruined somehow, and he’ll be damned if that includes his daughter. But she’s already tainted and ruined, wanting him in ways no daughter should want her own father. But she does - want him, that is. She wants him.

“Sir?” Dean glances to see the door held open for him. “We’re here.” Dean glances to the tall building and nods his head.

“So we are, thanks Clive.” Dean gets out and buttons up his jacket as he heads towards the hotel doors. It’s opened for him by a doorman and he steps into the immaculate building and swans over to the receptionist. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m here to see the boss.” He flashes a wink at her and she raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

“He’s not here,” she tells him shortly, her blue eyes landing back on her computer as she starts to type. Dean’s a little thrown off that his charm hadn’t worked its usual treat, and clears his throat.

“I have a meeting with him, actually,” Dean tells her.

“I’m sure you do,” she replies plainly. Dean purses his lips for a second and then tries again.

"Tell you what, honey, why don't you call him and let him know that Dean Winchester is here?"

Her blue eyes widen, and her cheeks flush a darker shade of pink as she quickly tucks some of her auburn hair behind her ear.

"Yes, of course, Sir." She instantly picks up the phone and presses a button. Dean flashes her another wink and watches as she offers him a timid smile. He waits leaning against the desk, casting his eyes around the black shining marble he can see his entire reflection in. "Mr Winchester? If you'd like to follow me." The redhead rises to her feet, and her heels click along the floor as she leads the way to the elevators. Dean follows on a few steps behind, enjoying the way her ass wiggles in her tight skirt, and when she steps to one side and allows him first entry into the elevator, he extends a hand to reference that she goes first. She nods politely and steps inside, and then Dean follows silently. She clears her throat delicately as the elevator doors close behind her and she glances at him.

"I love your tie," she compliments. Dean smooths it down his chest and offers her a thank you in the form of a smile, noting that her frosty attitude is gone now. "I've heard a lot about you," she blushes.

"All good things, I hope," Dean smirks. She bites down on her bottom lip and turns her body more towards him.

"Oh, some very good things. I'd love to find out if they're all true… Should you ever be looking for a good time." Normally Dean would not be one to turn down an extremely attractive girl who's clearly up for some fun, but with his current inner turmoil weighing on him, he doesn't like the way her sudden interest settles in his gut.

"I think I'm fine finding my own good time, thank you," he tells her shortly. Her cheeks only turn darker, almost matching her hair, as she steps out of the elevator as soon as the doors have parted enough to allow her slender body to slip through, and Dean scoffs under his breath before following her out.

He's led through a long corridor, and she knocks on the large double doors in front of them once they reach the end. They’re opened by two scantily dressed women and the redhead offers Dean a forced smile, before encouraging him to enter the room. The doors are shut behind him, locking the receptionist out, and instantly the women are pulling on his coat to remove it. Dean allows them after a little moment of confusion, then spots the person he came to see in the first place. The shorter man swans towards him with a smirk set deep on his lips.

“Dean Winchester, knew it wouldn’t take too long for you to stumble into my neck of the woods.”

“Crowley,” Dean grunts. Dean isn’t dumb, doing any kind of business with Crowley isn’t a smart move, but once Dean has what he’s come for, he can take control. Dean looks around the room, large floor to ceiling windows span the length, looking out over the city, with several girls all dressed in varying forms of lingerie, dotted around the open space.

“Enjoying the view?” Crowley prompts. Dean brings his attention back to him and forces a smile.

“I’m a busy man, let’s talk business,” Dean instructs. Crowley references a couch for Dean to sit on, and takes a larger armchair situated on the opposite side of the coffee table. Dean sits down and instantly some girl is sitting alongside him, all legs and fluttering eyelashes. Dean glances over her once and offers her a weak smile, not letting himself get distracted. He knows Crowley is just trying to sweeten his shitty offer already. Crowley sits back, a blonde girl sitting on the arm of his chair and draping her arm across his shoulders, playing with his hair softly.

“So, as we’ve already discussed, we’d do a sort of exchange,” Crowley explains. “A shipment of my goods for a shipment of yours.”

“Yeah, see I’ve been crunching some numbers, and that isn’t going to work for me. My shipments are much more valuable than yours,” Dean explains smugly.

Crowley scoffs, “and what makes you think that?”

“C’mon, strippers and escorts aren’t hard to come by, you practically fall over them if you walk down mainstreet after midnight. What I supply has a higher price tag.”

“Well it’s a good job we’re not talking just strippers and escorts then.” Crowley looks smug as he nods to the only other male in the room that Dean hadn’t even noticed yet, stood by a door, and he opens it and walks into the next room.

“We’re here to talk about shipping in girls, aren’t we?” Dean prompts. Crowley doesn’t say anything, and the guy returns with his hand gripping a young woman’s arm. She’s wearing a black g-string and a simple black bra, her breasts barely filling the cups. Her eyes are wide and fearful as he shoves her forward and she stands there shaking, hugging herself.

“What’s going on?” Dean presses.

“That’s my sample,” Crowley smirks.

Dean looks at the girl again and sees a girl barely older than Y/N, if at all.

“How old is she?” Dean presses, not taking his eyes off her.

“Let’s just say she’s eighteen,” Crowley shrugs. Dean frowns slightly. “Virgin too,” he adds. “This one came in yesterday, so she’s fresh meat and all yours for free.” Dean glances at Crowley and then back at the girl as she trembles in her place. “Can get you any girl you want, any shape and size, age, race, hair colour, you name it.” Dean swallows hard, an uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach. He’d known what Crowley offers is barely legal, but he’d naively assumed that the girls would want to be there - at the very least they’d be over eighteen. “These ones are like gold dust,” Crowley carries on, clearly feeling like he needs to upkeep his little sales pitch. “Virgins go for a pretty penny. Can usually auction them off to the highest bidder. And hey, if they’re tight and young enough - and the customer is dumb enough - you can always get away with exaggerating the truth.”

“That what you’re doing? Pretending she’s a young virgin so I’ll go for her?” Dean asks, almost hopeful that's true. Crowley scoffs again and shakes his head.

“C’mon Dean, I couldn’t pull the wool over your eyes, guy like you can sniff out a whore from a mile away I’m sure. She’s the real deal, and I’ve got a hundred more like her just waiting for you.”

“I’m not interested,” Dean shakes his head. The thought of touching that girl at all makes him uncomfortable. He’s no rapist and he’s certainly not a paedophile. All he can see when he looks at her is Y/N and that makes him more uncomfortable than anything else. He feels sick just thinking about how Crowley would look at his baby girl and see a higher price tag, just because she’s a virgin.

“Now now, Dean, don’t be so rash,” Crowley warns. “When was the last time you fucked a virgin, hm? Bet you’ve forgotten how tight they are, huh? Fuck, there’s nothing like sinking your cock into unused pussy, is there?” Dean’s mind instantly goes to Y/N and how she would feel. The very thoughts that have sent him over the edge several times over the last week or so. Dean gets up abruptly, making the poor girl jump out of her skin.

“I’m going to think about it, I’ve got somewhere else I need to be.” Dean doesn’t wait for a reply from Crowley, grabbing his coat from the hanger the women had put it on and leaving the room quickly. He cab feel nausea pressing at the base of his throat as he enters the elevator as quickly as he can, and he leans against the back wall taking some deep breaths. He needs the image of that girl out of his mind already.

He practically speed walks out of the elevator and across the lobby of the hotel, the redhead from earlier catching his eye.

“Thank you for coming, Mr Winchester,” she calls after him. Dean stops for a second and looks at her. She’s older than his usual girls, but older is good on this occasion. There’s no denying that woman is in her early twenties at least.

“You want to have a good time, sweetheart?” he prompts with a smirk, turning back around and heading over to the desk. “Because I’m sure I could show you the time of your life.” She bites her bottom lip and glances at the clock on the wall.

“I get off in two hours,” she purrs.

“You’ll be getting off more than that, baby,” he winks. “I’ll send a car for you in two hours.”

Dean’s New York penthouse is maybe one of his favourites away from home, and he’s already feeling better than he was, as he pours himself another whiskey and waits for the redhead, whatever her name is, to arrive. His sleeves are rolled up and his tie long gone, the first several buttons of his crisp white shirt undone. He’d been feeling better since his drop in at the warehouse he has in the area. The lost shipment had finally shown up and he’d personally made sure that every gun was accounted for. For the most part he trusted Garth, the site manager, so he eventually left him to it. He never hung around the warehouses too long - not wanting to risk too much of a heavy association with those buildings.

Once he’d returned to the hotel, he’d taken a trip down to the basement level, to check on production, taking a few samples of his own in the form of pills and powders. He feels much more at ease dealing with what he knows best. Drugs and weapons are what his father dealt with, it’s what Dean and Sam were raised to deal with too, so Dean could understand Sam’s hesitation about expanding to involve the sex trade. Sam had always been so against it, and Dean just assumed it was Sam being anal and prudish - but after what he’s witnessed tonight, Dean hates to admit that Sam’s right. Smug bastard wouldn’t let Dean hear the end of that.

< Deal’s going well. All okay at home?

His text is a lie that Sam will buy, and he’s decided that the ‘deal’ is going to 'fall through' in a few weeks, just to save himself the embarrassment of admitting defeat to his brother. The knock on his door has him disregarding his cell for the rest of the night, as he opens the door and sees her standing there.

“Hey,” she purrs.

“Come in, sweetheart.” He steps to one side and she swans in and shrugs off her coat, placing it on the first surface she comes to. “So I didn’t catch your name before,” Dean tells her, closing the door behind her.

“It’s Aimee,” she replies smoothly. “Nice place.”

“Thanks.” He walks around her and fixes her a whiskey, handing her the glass.

“Don’t tell me this is the best you’ve got?” She takes a sip anyway, her red lipstick leaving behind a print on the rim of the glass, and her eyes don’t leave him the whole time.

“Oh it gets much better, darlin’,” he smirks, pulling her in by her waist. He kisses her passionately and she places her glass down on the counter behind him, before wrapping her arms around his neck. He fishes in his pocket for the samples he acquired and holds them up, as she pulls away and her eyes sparkle.

“Pick your poison, you wanna pop something, or would you rather lick it off my cock?” She giggles at his comment. “I know what I’d prefer, baby.” She bites her bottom lip, her hand trailing down to the front of his slacks.

“Think I’ll go for option B,” she tells him seductively.

“Oh good choice,” Dean hums in approval, “s’long as you let me take a hit off that perfect ass of yours, been thinking about that all day.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping onto his already half hard cock tighter, “what are we waiting for?”

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Absent - Chapter Twenty Six

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, mentions of drug use, mentions of casual sex, mentions of father/daughter incest, dub-con, mild sexual assault

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Chapter Twenty Six - Wrong Brother

Sam’s POV

Sam is quick to notice the way that Dean throws himself into his dining chair at breakfast, and glances up at his older brother from his newspaper cautiously.

“Everything okay?” Sam checks. Dean glares down his coffee cup and then takes a swig, before practically throwing a piece of toast onto the plate in front of him. “Dean?” Sam presses.

“What the fuck do you want now, Sam?” Dean grunts, looking up at Sam with a thunderous look on his face.

“What’s happened?” Sam sighs, knowing straight away something has ruffled Dean’s feathers, and for once, Sam’s fairly certain it’s not him. He’s been keeping a somewhat low profile since Benny pulled Dean out of his pit of despair. Fucking Benny - Sam’s been trying to get rid of him since day one, but now that Dean has some sort of attachment to the guy driving Y/N around, and looking out for her, Sam fears Benny is about to become a permanent name on the payroll.

Sam’s never going to get that level of control over the business back, not for as long as Benny’s around. Benny likes to keep Dean focused, and on the wrong things. Plus, Dean not worrying about Y/N as much whilst Benny is around only means he’s getting further and further away from her. Sam waits patiently for Dean’s reply, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Dean picks at his toast and then grabs a piece of bacon and chews on that. “Dean - if there’s a mess I need to clean up, just tell me.”

“Always about fucking work with you, isn’t it Sammy?” Dean snaps.

“That’s rich coming from you. When was the last time you spent even five minutes with your daughter?” Sam scoffs.

“Don’t fucking start, it’s complicated,” Dean grumbles, his cheeks turning pink. Sam shakes his head, knowing just how complicated it is now that they’re not fucking anymore, and Y/N is hellbent on turning herself into one of those sluts Dean has on speed dial. Great job Benny’s doing. Sam bites back the smirk and then looks nonchalantly at his paper.

“She’s urm, she’s been going out a lot recently, seems to be sampling some of the business from the other side of the table,” Sam notes casually. “Thought you said Benny was keeping an eye on her?”

“He is, he’s getting her home safely, isn’t he? I’m not paying him to babysit her, she’s an adult now.” Dean doesn’t look at Sam when he says it, so Sam knows he doesn’t really believe himself when he acts like it doesn’t bother him.

“Well, maybe she does need a babysitter, god knows what she’s getting up to out there… and with who,” Sam stirs.

“Shut the fuck up, Sam, she’s not your daughter. Don’t try and tell me how to raise my own kid, alright?” Dean growls, pointing at Sam.

Sam’s not sure what else he or Y/N can do to steer Dean’s attention towards her, because no doubt that’s exactly why she’s found her rebellious streak. But he does know that the last month Dean has been more focused on business than ever, and Sam is rapidly running out of time.

Dean conveniently decided to leave town on business later that morning, and Sam’s pretty sure that that business is between a girl’s legs, with half the product from the nearest warehouse they own for company. At least Y/N’s antics are somewhat affecting him. Sam could get used to this, especially as he has just a little bit of power back again. He’s so close to getting everything he wants. Just not quite. He had hoped after Y/N and Dean’s little break up that she’d come running to her Uncle Sammy, feeling all rejected and unloved, and he’d be there to show her exactly how much he cares. He’d have refused at first, of course. But only to make her feel like it was her idea. And they did get close, that time she sat in his lap in Dean’s office, but then her attention was stolen by every guy in the city around her own age, it seems. Y/N suddenly isn’t so sheltered anymore, so it’s probably going to be harder for Sam to get what he wants than he’d first thought. Her options used to be far more limited, but now they seem endless, and Sam can’t help feel his skin turn just a little green at that fact.

Sam’s heading towards Dean’s office, in pursuit of some paperwork that Dean’s no doubt left in a drawer somewhere and forgotten to sign, when he sees the door open and then hears Benny’s voice.

“Fuck.” Sam frowns and tries to make himself lighter on his feet as he gets closer. “Jesus Christ.” Sam steps into the doorway, coming face to face with Benny’s back, and from what Sam can see between his legs, there’s someone kneeling there. No, not just someone. Y/N. “You shouldn’t be doing this, doll.”

“No she fucking shouldn’t,” Sam speaks up, anger flooding his veins. Benny snaps his head around to see Sam, and then quickly tries to put himself away.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Benny immediately begins apologising. Y/N seems frozen, but then she quickly reaches up and wipes her lips dry.

“Uncle Sammy, what are you doing in here?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” he replies flatly. Her face turns two shades darker, and she rises to her feet and glances nervously at Benny.

“It’s not - it’s not what you think it is,” she offers.

“Sam, I’m sorry, nothing like this has ever happened before I prom-”

“Shut up,” Sam snaps, silencing them both.

Y/N stares wide eyed at Sam, and then holds her hand over her mouth and begins to giggle. Sam’s not sure if she’s high or if she’s just nervous, but he can’t see what’s so fucking funny, and apparently neither can Benny.

“Sam, please don’t tell Dean, I swear that nothing is going on between-”

“I said shut up, Benny.” Sam can’t fucking think with that fucking drawl in his ear, especially not when Y/N is still giggling like that. Each second that passes it’s like it’s taunting him. Like she finds it funny that he wasn’t even second best. She chose to fuck Benny over him. But he can’t think about that right this second. He needs to figure out what he’s gonna do with Benny. Then it hits him, and for the first time, he’s actually kind of grateful for this situation.

“I won’t tell Dean,” Sam tells them, unable to help notice the way Y/N frowns slightly. And then the realisation of why she was on her knees for Benny hits Sam, and he feels just a little better again. His eyes flicker to the security camera in the corner of Dean’s room, and he suppresses the smirk. Clever girl, he can’t help but think. But you chose the wrong ‘brother’. “I won’t tell him if you quit.” Sam looks at Benny and stares hard. “I wouldn’t be a good Uncle if I continued to trust you alone with my niece, and if Dean finds out about this, let’s just say your job is the last thing you need to worry about losing.” Benny looks down and nods slowly in understanding. He glances at Y/N and sighs.

“Alright, I’ll quit. Right now.” Sam smiles, unable to hide it this time that he’s finally getting rid of one problem, now he just needs to get Dean’s attention back on Y/N again, just long enough that Sam can step back into power, and then he can focus on getting Y/N right where he wants her.

“Great. I’ll delete the evidence and tell Dean that business called you away, but I’m warning you, Benny, don’t ever come back.” Benny nods again, but doesn’t say anything else, and Y/N doesn’t jump to defend him as he turns and leaves the room, showing Sam she doesn’t really care about him. Once they’re alone, Sam glances up at the camera once more and sighs.

“Y/N, what the fuck were you thinking? That man is bad news. And a driver of all people.” She crosses her arms over her chest and purses her lips.

“He’s not just a driver, he’s one of my father’s friends. Would’ve loved to have seen Daddy's face when he saw that footage,” she smirks.

“So this is about getting his attention, huh?” Sam presses, stepping closer. Sam watches as she noticeably builds her walls again and shrugs a shoulder. Sam bites his lip for a second and steps closer still. “You know, there are much better ways to do that,” he notes, glancing over her body.

“Like how?” she pries, seemingly still trying to sound disinterested.

Sam smirks softly, and then reaches out to trail his fingers up her arm.

“You’ve tried fucking strangers, you’ve tried fucking Benny…” he trails off, the suggestion in his sentence clear - at least he thinks so.

“Daddy would kill you,” she tells him quietly. Y/N is, of course, telling the truth, but she doesn’t have to know that he’s gonna delete a lot more than the footage of her and Benny when he comes to it.

“But think about all the attention he’d give you then,” Sam tempts, reaching up to brush some of her hair back over her shoulder.

“You’re willing to risk all that just so my father gives me some attention?” Y/N presses.

“Anything for my darling niece and her father. You know I want you both to be happy.” His fingers brush along the underside of her jaw and he grips it softly, letting his thumb ghost along her bottom lip.

She parts them slightly, and Sam notices how her breathing quickens just a little.

“What do you say, sweetheart? Want Uncle Sammy to help you win back Daddy’s attention?” he whispers, his eyes not leaving her lips. She bites her bottom one softly.

“I-I don’t know,” she admits in a whisper.

“‘Course you do, baby girl,” he purrs, and he notices how her lips pull tight for a second, but he keeps going regardless. “Don’t you remember our little lesson before? Got that pussy nice and wet didn’t it?” he asks. She whimpers, and her bottom lip trembles.

“That was different,” she argues.

“No it wasn’t. This is exactly the same. C’mon don’t you want to?” he presses, getting a little irritated.

He leans forward and presses his lips to hers, but he can’t help but notice how she recoils just a little, and this isn’t how it’s supposed to fucking go. What is her problem?! He tries kissing her harder, walking her back and trapping her against his body and Dean’s desk, and she whimpers again.

“No, Uncle Sammy, it feels wrong, stop,” she tells him, pushing on his chest.

“Aw, c’mon darling, you’ve fucked everything else with a dick in a ten mile radius.” He reaches up to tug down her pants, and she tries to get out of his grip.

“Stop, Sam, please,” she begs. “You’re my uncle.”

Y/N wipes her lips with shaking hands, and then glances once at Sam.

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Absent - Chapter Twenty Nine

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: fluff, comfort, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of murder, more fluff, mild incest

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Chapter Twenty Nine - Paris

Your POV

You cling to Dean practically the whole way to the airport in the back of the car. He soothes you by stroking your hair and back, telling you everything is going to be okay and that you’re safe now. You close your eyes, your face pressed into the side of his neck as you take in the smell of his aftershave, and bask in the way that he’s finally holding you again. You never want him to let go, but he does eventually, only to take your hand and walk you to the jet. You get on and stand hugging yourself nervously when Dean stops to talk in hushed whispers to the pilot.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he orders softly, leading you over to the seats. He slides in beside you and once more wraps his arm around you, and then as the doors close, one of the hostesses approaches you with a first aid kit and very calmly and gently asks if she can see to your busted lip. “It’s okay, darling,” Dean reassures you when you look to him for confirmation, so you turn back to the pretty brunette with soft brown eyes and nod your head slowly. She offers you a warm smile and works on cleaning you up, and you’re feeling a little better when she’s done.

“There,” she smiles, “Can I get either of you anything?”

“We’ll have two whiskeys please,” Dean orders. You don’t say anything about the fact that he’s allowing you to drink, but you are grateful for the gesture nonetheless, knowing that it will take the edge off of your nerves. The hostess returns quickly with your drinks, and then tells you to let her know should you need anything else. Once she leaves you alone, you take a sip and lick your lips only to wince slightly.

“Where are we going?” you finally ask, your voice feeling and sounding hoarse and weak.

“Paris, I know you love it there,” Dean smiles warmly. “Paperwork went through last week, so that hotel is officially yours.” You look at him and frown.

“Mine?” you press.

“Well, I do need a signature from you, but yeah, all yours.”

The information that you own an entire hotel in Paris is a little overwhelming, especially given the circumstances, so you don’t really know what to say in response. Dean smiles softly and puts his hand on your leg.

“We’ll discuss it properly when you’re feeling better.” You just nod and offer him a small appreciative smile. You play with your glass and then take another sip, and Dean sighs softly next to you. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry for how I’ve been recently, and what I’ve done to you. It was never my intention. I love you more than anything else, you know that don’t you?” You glance at him and nod, but you can’t help thinking you wished he loved you in the way you loved him. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realise that I’ve been doing this all wrong. But I promise that you’re coming first from now on, no matter what. When things settle down I’m going to let Sam take over the business, and my focus is and always will be you.”

You’ve heard a similar promise before, but Dean didn’t sound as genuine as he does now. You look at him for a long moment and see the sincerity on his face before smiling. You nod and he smiles in return, leaning forward to kiss your forehead for a long moment. Your stomach grumbles, and Dean pulls away laughing softly.

“Why don’t we eat?” he suggests, waving the hostess over again.

Dean seems impressed when you finish the entire plate for once, and asks if you’re up for dessert. You nod enthusiastically at his suggestion to share a chocolate fudge brownie sundae, and one is placed in front of you with two spoons within minutes. He lets you eat all the whipped cream from the top, because he knows that’s your favourite part, and watches you with a satisfied smile on his face every time you hum your approval for how good it tastes under your breath.

“Baby girl,” Dean starts hesitantly. “I want that son of a bitch to pay for what he did to you, but I’m going to need you to tell me what happened.” The smile that had slowly etched its way onto your face fades, and you move around a piece of brownie soaked in ice cream inside the sundae glass for a moment.

“I wanted to go to a party, so Nathan offered to drive me, because Benny quit,” you begin.

“Nathan - Uncle Sam’s driver?” Dean presses. You nod your head “yes”, and then continue.

“He took me to the warehouse instead. I think he must’ve been working for Nick, because he answered a call whilst I was in the car, and that’s when he started to drive in the wrong direction to the party.” You can feel the same anxiety you felt in the back of his car creeping over your body as you relive the story for your father, but you push through. “He was so nice to me at first, but then he turned nasty, and he took me into the warehouse where Nick was, and then Nick said he could go.”

The frown etches deeper and deeper into Dean’s brow as you talk, but he doesn’t stop you, so you carry on.

“Nick said he’d waited a long time to get his hands on me, then he broke my shirt, hit me, told me I needed to look the part for the video. At first I thought I was going to die, but looking back, I don’t think he really would’ve killed me. It’s like he wanted me alive.”

“He knows I wouldn’t have met his demands if you were dead. He never wanted to hurt you, he wanted to get to me. I’m so sorry Y/N, this is what I’d always worried about, after your Mom-” Dean cuts himself short and shakes his head.

“What about my Mom?” you press, feeling a little sick. Dean sighs and looks down at his hands.

“Your mom didn’t just leave, Y/N, I didn’t know how to tell you, because I’ve always felt responsible.” You frown, and wait for him to explain further. “Your mother was killed by the enemy. I got revenge, but it didn’t do anything to make me feel better, and I never told you because I didn’t want you to hate me,” he admits.

You reach out and place your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently.

“I don’t hate you, Daddy. It wasn’t your fault,” you reassure him. True, you feel very little attachment to your mother because you barely remember her, but you still can’t blame your father for her death. He didn’t pull the trigger, and he didn’t ask for someone else to, either. Dean seems to let out a breath, and closes his eyes for a moment, before leaning forward and kissing your forehead again. You smile into the kiss and then take another mouthful of sundae when he pulls back.

“So, what happened to Nick, where did he go?” he pries again.

”Right,” you sigh, nodding. “He got a call, I don’t really remember what he said, but he left afterwards.”

“Nathan probably tipped him off, he was the one that drove Uncle Sam to the warehouse. That son of a bitch,” Dean growls next to you. “Don’t you worry about anything sweetheart, me and Uncle Sammy are gonna make sure neither of them can ever hurt you again, I promise.” You smile and nod your head, believing him.

Dean spends the remainder of the flight making calls, mainly to Sam as they try to figure out where Nick could be and exactly what’s happened, now that they have your side of the story. When you finally land, your father and uncle exchange one last call before Dean hangs up and smiles at you.

“Uncle Sam’s got it under control now. Neither of them are going to hurt you again.” He squeezes your thigh and you place your hand over his, and both stay that way until you reach the hotel.

Walking into the penthouse suite is bittersweet. You have so many good memories here, but it saddens you to know it isn’t like that anymore. The last time you were standing in this room with Dean, you were trying to peel your lips off of one another so you could head to the airport, and now it’s like that was a whole different world. Dean notices the way you’re looking around and smiles softly

“You know, this place is all yours now, if you want to redecorate just say the word.” You glance towards the master bedroom, the one Dean let you use last time you stayed. The door has been left open, and although the bed is freshly made, you can still envisage crumpled bed sheets from the first time.

“I like it the way it is, it brings back good memories,” you admit softly, feeling your cheeks heat up. Dean also glances into the bedroom at your words and a tiny smile graces his lips.

“You should get some rest, sweetheart,” he suggests. You nod your head reluctantly, heading towards the bedroom in question. “I’ll be just out here if you need me,” Dean adds.

You toss and turn for a few hours, but sleep evades you. You can’t stop thinking about when you shared this bed with Dean, and all the things you’d done on it. Added to everything else that’s happened or come to light recently, Nathan and Nick, your mom, this hotel being yours - it leaves you staring at the ceiling. You eventually roll out of bed and tiptoe to the door, peering around it to see Dean sitting back on the couch. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, buttons undone halfway down his chest, and his hair is tousled - from his fingers no doubt - as he nurses some whiskey.

“Daddy?” you call out.

“Hey Princess, thought you were asleep,” he sits up, his green eyes staring at you.

“I can’t - can you…” you trail off, but you don’t need to finish your sentence because Dean finishes his drink and stands up.

“Of course, baby girl.” He walks towards you, and follows you over to the bed as you climb back in and watch him start to strip down to his boxers. He pulls the sheet back and climbs underneath it alongside you, and then lays on his side so you’re facing each other.

He reaches up and softly cups the side of your face.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d have lost you, sweetheart,” he whispers, and in the darkness you can just make out his eyes glistening with tears. You reach up and wrap your hand around his wrist.

“I’ve never wanted to go anywhere,” you tell him honestly.

“I know, baby,” he smiles sadly. He hesitantly leans forward and goes to kiss your forehead, but you tilt your head back to continue looking at him, and instead he drops his lips to yours, and kisses you softly, but passionately. And it’s the only thing you need to feel better.

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Absent - Chapter Twenty Two

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, guilt, drinking, murder, major drug use, blowjob, p in v

Chapter WC: 1960

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Chapter Twenty Two - Adrenaline

Dean’s POV

Dean can barely look Clive in the eye as he holds the door open for him and Y/N to get out of the car, and he’s as polite as always, not even looking at them any differently. Dean can’t get the image out of his head though, of their eyes meeting in the rearview mirror as Y/N swallowed down his cock - and how calmly Clive put the partition back up still haunts him. Clive has seen his fair share of things he shouldn’t. Y/N hadn’t been far off saying Dean’s made plenty of messes on that backseat over the years. Clive’s seen more of Dean than is probably worth his pay grade, and even more of the girls Dean’s entertained back there. Clive has always turned a blind eye to the drugs and the weapons, and pretended not to listen when Dean talks very illegal business on the phone. But Dean’s not sure that Clive is going to overlook this one. And Dean can’t have this getting out to anyone. Not even Sam. Sure, Sam probably has his suspicions, might even know one way or the other, but if Clive was to say something and Sam didn’t do anything about it? Sam would have to.

Dean makes up some lie to Y/N about needing to make a business call in his office and locks himself in it for the rest of the evening, drinking several shots of whiskey to calm his nerves. If anyone finds out what he’s been doing with Y/N - with his own daughter - then he’s done for. No one will ever do business with him again. He’ll lose the business, he’ll lose money and allies - hell, he might even lose his life for it. Or worse, they’ll hurt Y/N. Dean’s hand is shaking as he pours himself another drink and downs it, and he becomes increasingly aware that the more time goes on, the more time Clive has got to tell someone. But what else can Dean do? What are his options?

He could give him hush money - hope that he takes it and keeps his mouth shut. But what if he doesn’t? What if he takes the money and then makes for the nearest enemy and runs his mouth? Clive knows so much about Dean that it makes him uncomfortable. And that’s without considering that he now knows Dean’s biggest secret of all. What if he blackmails him, uses it all against him? God, what if he somehow hurts Y/N or Sam? Dean knows there’s only one sure solution, but he doesn’t want to think about it. He’s done it before, only a handful of times, but Dean likes keeping his hands clean when he can. And Clive isn’t just some grunt that won’t do as he’s told, or some enemy that pissed him off just a little too much. And he's not some nosy little slut his brother won't stop sticking his dick in. Clive is the man that’s been driving Dean around for over fifteen years. Clive was John’s old driver. Clive is like that silent uncle in the family that you barely know is there, but would miss if he wasn’t. And now Dean has to keep him quiet.

Dean takes one last shot of whiskey and checks his gun is loaded with the safety on, before pushing it into the back of his slacks where it always sits. He shrugs on his suit jacket and takes a deep, calming breath. He rubs the sweat from his face and then steps out of his office. The amount of alcohol he’s consumed, he should be tipsy at least, but Dean assumes the adrenaline is keeping him focused as he heads to the front door, and the car engine rumbles to life as he approaches it. Clive is quick to get out of the car to open his door for him, and Dean can’t even look him in the eye as he passes.

“Where to, Sir?” Clive asks politely. Dean takes a deep breath and calms his mind.

“The river on the edge of town, the clearing we went to last spring.” Dean knows Clive will understand, because that night still haunts even Dean sometimes, as he remembers that slut that Sam spent too much time with - the one with too much interest in things she shouldn't, sinking to the bottom of the water. Ruby was a problem Dean needed to solve, and when her body was eventually found and it was considered an overdose, Sam had never even questioned it.

Dean knows it’s quiet there, peaceful, the kind of place he needs right now. They drive for just short of twenty minutes, until the car pulls up at the clearing and Dean can almost hear Ruby’s lifeless body break the water’s surface as soon as he sees the calm river. Clive opens the door and Dean gets out, feeling the cool night air hit him.

“Walk with me,” Dean instructs, far more confident and put together than he feels.

“Sir,” Clive replies, stepping to walk alongside him. They stop at the riverbank and Dean looks out at the view and sighs deeply.

“What you saw today-” Dean starts, his words dying in his mouth.

“I didn’t see a thing, Sir,” Clive insists. Dean continues to look out at the calm water surface, tiny ripples from the breeze dancing across it.

“I can’t have something like that getting out, do you understand me?” Dean presses.

“Of course, Sir,” Clive replies submissively.

“It’s not-” what it looks like is a lie - because it’s exactly what it looks like. Dean is fucking his own daughter like a fucking pervert. ...gonna happen again - does that even make any difference? “It’s complicated,” Dean concludes. Clive stays quiet, and Dean clenches his jaw. He doesn’t want to have this conversation, he doesn’t want to do this. “Stay here,” Dean instructs, and as obedient as ever, Clive doesn’t move. But Dean can tell from the way his shoulders broaden and he takes a deep breath, that Clive isn’t fucking stupid. As far as Dean’s aware, Clive doesn’t have a family or a partner, and that softens the blow just a little as he steps back and reaches into the back of his slacks for his gun. He holds it steady in front of him, aiming it at the back of Clive’s head, and tries to convince himself he’s doing the right thing.

He knows he could’ve gotten someone else to do this, but that means telling a lie, and Dean can’t have any more of those to deal with right now. This is easier - at least, Dean had thought so, but now he’s not so sure. He takes another deep breath and rolls his head on his shoulders, before straightening up again and pulling the trigger.

Dean’s sick three times before he’s able to get into the car and drive home. He parks it where Clive would have, and stays sitting in the driver’s seat for several minutes before he can face going inside. The only thing that pushes him forward is knowing that it’ll look suspicious if he’s caught driving his own car, and that isn’t going to bode well for Dean’s feeble alibi to Sam about Clive quitting. Plus, Dean knows there’s something that can get him high inside, so that’s the final push to get him back into his office. He downs some pills with whiskey, and then takes a hit of something a little stronger from the back of his hand, before heading towards his bedroom. He stumbles inside and sheds his clothes, feeling dirty even though they’re fairly clean, before climbing into some sweatpants. He’s about to pass out in bed when his door opens.

“Daddy?” he hears her call, and grumbles in protest.

“What?” he snaps.

“Everything okay?” she checks cautiously.

“Mhm, fine sweetheart, go to bed.” He waves her off.

“Can I sleep with you?” she asks, stepping up to him and running her hands over his bare chest.

“No,” he replies bluntly, stepping back. “That’s not - that’s not happening ever again, ‘kay?” he grunts. He has to put a stop to this. He just has to.

“What?” she presses softly.

“All of it, all of this,” he explains, referencing vaguely between them. “It’s fucking wrong. It’s disgusting. You’re my fucking daughter. I shouldn’t be fucking you. You shouldn’t want to fucking suck my dick or fuck me, got it?” he spits, feeling bile press at the back of his throat at the very words. She frowns slightly and opens her mouth, but then closes it.

“But I do want to,” she finally argues.

“No! Fucking leave, Y/N, go to bed and be a fucking normal daughter for once.” Y/N steps back again and tears glisten over her eyes.

“Daddy you’re drunk,” she whispers, “you don’t mean-”

“I do,” he interrupts. “I don’t want you anymore. Leave.” Dean feels a twist in his stomach as he watches her go, and then rushes to the bathroom to throw up again.

Sleep doesn’t come to Dean at all, even though he’s drunk and has taken more pills than he cares to admit. The adrenaline is keeping him awake, and he just needs to sleep. He tries not to think about Y/N and how he’s hurt her - it’s the last thing he needs on top of the guilt that’s already crippling him. If alcohol and drugs aren’t working, Dean figures there’s only one thing that will, and scrolls through his contacts for any name that sounds pretty enough. Fliss is eager to join him in what he promises to be a good time, and within half an hour she’s inside his bedroom, and he’s got her pressed against a wall with her legs around his waist. He carries her over to the bed and throws her down onto it, ripping into her clothes eagerly, and stepping out of the only item of clothing he’s wearing; grey sweatpants, before joining her on the bed. She flips them over and straddles his waist, biting her bottom lip and giggling down at him as he reaches across to the nightstand for the coke he’s got there.

She inhales the line of powder he set out for her on his stomach like it’s oxygen, and then doesn’t stop moving down his body until his cock is in her mouth, and it slowly comes to life between her lips. Dean squeezes his eyes shut, fighting off the images of Y/N trying to creep in as he reaches down and fists at Fliss’s hair hard, forcing her to take him deeper, and then dragging her off to give her oxygen so she doesn’t pass out on him. She gags and splutters around him and then pulls back of her own accord, and wipes her lips on the back of her hand clumsily. She smirks as she straddles his waist again, and Dean lazily reaches into his nightstand for a condom, throwing it towards her before grabbing another two pills from inside the bag on the top. He swallows them dry as she sorts out the condom, and then watches as she slowly lowers herself down onto him, digging her nails into his chest.

The sensation tingles, so he knows the drugs are kicking in now, and his whole body buzzes, singing in delight at the feeling of her wrapped around him. Not as good as Y/N, though. He growls, flipping them over in an instant and slamming hard inside her, shunting her up the bed. Fliss squeals and reaches up to grip at the headboard, grinding her hips down into him. She giggles and moans loudly beneath him, and Dean reaches up to clamp a hand over her mouth, shutting his eyes to see Y/N. He opens them wide again, focusing on diluted eyes instead and she still screams, muffled behind his palm as he fucks into her. Dean’s mind starts spinning, a toxic mixture of everything building and building inside him and he knows he can’t come down any time soon, so he promises himself he won’t.

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Absent - Chapter Thirteen

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: fluff, angst, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex trafficking, flirting, seduction, jealous!Dean, smut implied

Chapter WC: 2824

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Chapter Thirteen - Big Girl

Dean’s POV

Y/N takes his breath away as she slowly descends the stairs, linking arms with Sam. The dress fits perfectly, hugs every curve and dip like it was made for her exact body, and she looks even more beautiful than the day before when she’d tried it on - Dean didn’t think that was possible. Her hair is styled beautifully, in a way he’s never seen it before, and her makeup is done so well - not too much to make her look too old, but just enough to really enhance her features, and Dean feels like he can’t breathe. He had always thought Y/N was beautiful, of course, but he’s never seen her look the way she does right now. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as she reaches the bottom of the stairs and stands before him, smiling softly. If Dean was of sound mind right now, he’d be remembering how nervous he’d been to see her again just moments before, when he’d done so well avoiding her all day, after what had happened the last time they were together.

He’d wanted to kiss her - wanted nothing more - and the kiss was like nothing he’d ever felt before, but the high didn’t take long to wear off, and leave behind a thick syrupy guilt in the base of his stomach. He should know better than to kiss his little girl like that. Especially when she was only in her panties and a t-shirt. Tongues pressing against each other, holding her so tight against him, feeling his slacks getting a little more uncomfortable each time she whimpered or gasped into the kiss. Dean had wanted so much more - almost gave into it, until she pulled back for air, and the tiny voice he’d drowned out with his thumping heart finally spoke up, just a little louder - you shouldn’t be doing this. Luckily, Sam had been his saving grace, because he had been so close to shutting that voice up again.

It’s what Y/N had wanted, after all. Well, in as many ways. The very idea that she could think that he didn’t want her made Dean’s heart ache, when it was so far from the truth. He did want her. He wants her too much and that's the problem. He couldn’t bear to see her feel so awful about herself. Not when she's the most precious thing in his entire world. Not when he wants to give her anything and everything she could ever want or need - and he could give her what she’s asking for - even if he shouldn’t. And Dean doesn’t know how to deal with that - how he should deal with that.

All he can think about since seeing that girl in Crowley’s penthouse is how he’ll be damned to let Y/N become anything like that. Even just the thought of some random guy laying his hands on his precious baby girl makes Dean’s skin crawl. If she’s hell bent on becoming a big girl, then maybe Dean should be the one to guide her through that. Teach her like a good father. Sam had made that comment once, about how it’s a shame they can’t make sure that her first time is special - and Dean knows it’s not a solution, but he can’t help thinking that he could. But there’s still that voice, the one that won’t shut up, because he knows no matter how many excuses he can come up with, he can’t justify all the things he wants to do to her.

“Wow, baby girl I-” Dean swallows hard, unable to find the words, “wow. You look-” He shakes his head, not able to even think straight, and it makes Y/N giggle, which only makes his heart beat faster.

“Thanks, Daddy, you look very handsome yourself.” A blush accompanies her comment and Dean smiles. Then he remembers the corsage he’s still carrying, snapping him out of his trance.

“Right, urm-” He clears his throat and offers her the box, and she takes it whilst asking what it is. “Tradition,” he offers. At least, that’s what he’d read online. He watches her smile as she reveals the corsage, which fills him with slight relief.

“I love it, Daddy, thank you.” Before Dean knows it, she’s leaning forward to kiss him, and he instinctively turns his head, so that their lips are touching before he can even think twice about it. It still makes his cock twitch like a fucking pre-teen.

Dean pulls back when he realises where they are, and although his tongue isn’t in her mouth this time, he knows it’s still inappropriate to be kissing your adult daughter on the lips. He looks around them to check they’ve not been spotted, and then remembers the corsage, taking it out of the box and putting it on her wrist. Y/N thanks him softly, and then links his arm, so Dean begins to lead her towards the room. The place looks fancy, which is what he’d wanted. He’d asked the decorators to do better than they’d normally do for his usual functions - he wants this night to be as special for Y/N as possible, after all.

“Would you like a drink?” Dean asks softly, as a waiter approaches them.

“Alcoholic?” she asks, biting her bottom lip. Dean laughs derisively and shakes his head, loving how optimistic she is.

“Nice try, sweetheart, that’s twenty one.” The look on Y/N’s face is one Dean’s always hated seeing, and he can’t help but give in. She is an adult now, after all. “You can have one, okay?”

She accepts his deal, and Dean grabs them both a glass of champagne each, handing hers to her. “Would you like to dance?” Dean offers. Y/N nods eagerly, which makes Dean smile as he takes her glass and sets it down with his on a nearby table. Taking her hand, he leads her towards the middle of the dance floor, and pulls her close, pressing his hand softly against her lower back to keep her there. He practically beams to himself as she rests her head on his chest, and they begin to sway to the music. But they don’t get to dance for long before Dean feels someone come up behind him, and Y/N glances over his shoulder at whoever it is.

“Sir, it’s Crowley on the phone, he’s quite insistent you talk to him, something about a new proposal.” Dean sighs and nods his understanding. The quicker he gets rid of Crowley, the quicker he can return to enjoying his night with Y/N.

He can see the look of disappointment on Y/N’s face before he’s even said anything, and he hates himself for what he’s about to do - promising himself that he’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to her - give her anything she wants, if it means she’ll forgive him.

“Daddy, please,” she begs immediately.

“I promise I’ll be right back, okay? You won’t even know I’m gone,” he reassures her. He kisses her cheek and heads towards his office, eager to get rid of Crowey for the night. He lets Bruce unlock his office door for him, and they both enter the room. Dean sees the red flashing light and sighs as he sits in his office chair and grabs his phone, pressing the relevant button.

“Crowley I’m a busy man, what do you want?” Dean grunts. Dean knows he has the upperhand on Crowley, especially when the man was never subtle about his desperation to make a deal.

“Long time no speak, Dean. I was starting to worry you’d forgotten about little old me,” Crowley’s English accent bleeds down the line, and Dean rolls his eyes at the man’s dramatic flare. “I was wondering if I could sweeten our deal? Two of my shipments for one of yours? Just to get the ball rolling, what do you say?” Dean’s not sure how to tell Crowley the real reason he’s not taking up the offer - that it’s far more out of his comfort zone than he cares to admit. Dean has spent a long time proving to everyone he’s as ruthless and powerful as his father was, and he doesn’t want the fact that he’s scared to dabble in the sex industry make him seem weak.

Dean sighs and grabs the whiskey bottle in one of his desk drawers, and the glass that's inside, before pouring a measure and shotting it back.

“I’ve been thinking about it, and I think I’m going to expand my business elsewhere. So thanks, but no thanks. If you want any of what I have to offer you’ll have to pay for it, just like everyone else. Don’t call again.” Dean hangs up before Crowley can argue on the matter and huffs. “Get in touch with Bobby, make sure Crowley doesn’t push this,” Dean commands. Bruce nods his head and leaves the room.

Dean sighs as he sits back in his chair and pulls his tie loose, dropping it to his desk. He undoes a few buttons for some air, and then begins rolling up his sleeves one at a time. He downs a shot of whiskey and licks his lips, before catching a flash of blonde in the doorway, and he turns his head to see Claire leaning there with a smirk on her face.

“Alright, sweetheart?” Dean presses, watching as she slowly enters the room. The only reason Dean had suggested that Cas allow his daughter to come, was because he knew that she’s a similar age to Y/N, and he thought she should have at least someone close to her own age at her own prom. Cas doesn’t really have much to do with Claire and maybe Dean’s partially to blame for that, because Cas is always working for him. But Cas has never complained, and Dean’s always assumed he’s far more of a business man than a family man.

“Hey, so urm-” she bites her bottom lip as she gets closer. Dean lets himself notice how grown up she’s gotten. He’s not seen her since she was a little kid, and he wouldn’t have even realised who she was if she hadn’t arrived with Cas, and that boyfriend that she’d dragged along. Dean’s painfully aware that she’s close in age to all the other girls he fucks around with, but the thought seems a little more daunting to him, considering the association he has to her. “I was kinda hoping that urm-” Her fingertips dance along the edge of his desk softly, and Dean wonders just what she’s after.

“Spit it out, sweetheart, I won’t bite,” Dean smirks. She giggles and blushes, and then bites her bottom lip again.

“Well, I was wondering if you could give me something… fun,” she concludes carefully. Dean smirks harder.

“There are lots of ways to have fun, darlin’, I’m gonna need you to elaborate.” She slowly reaches up and taps the side of her nose, and Dean gets the hint. He watches her carefully for a moment, before rising to his feet and rounding the desk to sit on the top. She moves to stand directly in front of him, and bites her bottom lip again.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks her carefully. He’s pretty certain Cas would kill him if he found out he’d supplied his daughter with coke, but then again - Claire’s a big girl now and it’s not his concern - she’s not Y/N. “It’s gonna cost you, you know? It’s not cheap.” She sighs, now chewing on her bottom lip.

“I just thought, y’know, if there was some other way for me to pay you for it, but I really could do with some.” Dean chuckles, realising where she’s trying to take this. Normally he’s never one for turning down a pretty little thing, but fucking the daughter of who is potentially his closest friend, so she can have some blow for free? Dean’s pretty sure not even he can stoop that low.

“And when did you turn eighteen again?” he checks, out of curiosity more than anything.

“A few months ago,” she purrs. “C’mon, please?” she begs, “I’ll do anything you want.”

Dean reaches for her wrist and stops her hand, as it heads towards the button on his slacks.

“There’s no need for that, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want this time,” he agrees. “But maybe you’ll think about charging your little friends for it, then next time you can pay me, hm?” he asks. She nods, biting her lip.

“But I mean it, if you want anything,” she tries again. Persistent, apparently. Stubborn like her father.

Dean chuckles, “I’m good, thanks. I’ll get someone to meet you tomorrow at Fifth Street.” She smiles politely, and Dean lets her wrist go, so she heads towards the door. “Oh and Claire?” he calls after her, prompting her to turn around. “Don’t tell your father, okay?”

“It’ll be our little secret,” Claire purrs, happily.

Dean scoffs to himself and shakes his head. He probably shouldn’t have agreed to that, but Dean’s always had a hard time saying no to girls in one way or another. He scrubs his hand down his face and pours himself another drink, shotting it back in one, before deciding to head back to the party and find Y/N. He doesn’t need to look far as he starts down the hallway and sees her stood with Claire’s boyfriend - whose hand is on Y/N’s breast. “Hey!” Dean calls, gritting his teeth, making the guy step back quickly. “Beat it, jerk.” The sonofabitch darts down the corridor and back towards the party, luckily.

“Sorry, Daddy. I urm-” Y/N tries to apologise immediately.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Are you okay? Did he say or do something he shouldn’t?” Dean checks, cutting her off. To his relief, she shakes her head and smiles softly at him.

“No, I’m fine,” she reassures him. Dean nods, and then notices the way her eyes are dragging over his body.

“I’ve urm… I think I’ve had enough of the party now,” she says, biting her lip, and Dean can’t help but stare for a moment.

“Already?” he asks, frowning slightly. “Don’t you like it?”

“I love it, I just… I’m ready for the next part,” she tells him. Before Dean can wonder what she means by that, she grabs his hand and brings it to her waist. The feeling of her body under his hand makes him smile slightly. God, she’s so perfect. “Was wondering if you could take me to bed?” Dean wants nothing more - and that’s the issue. Fuck, he’s had one too many drinks and something’s telling him this isn’t the bad idea it most definitely is. He wants to say yes, so badly. He licks his lips and hesitates for a second, and Y/N steps closer. “Please, Daddy?”

Dean remembers the promise he made himself, that he’d give her anything - do anything to make this up to her. He just wants to make her happy, and if ditching her own prom early to go to bed is what she wants to do, then so be it. So Dean agrees, leading her over to the stairs with a hand around her waist, and then helps her climb them carefully. It’s somewhat quiet besides the background chatter from the party, which fades the higher and higher they climb, until it’s basically nothing outside of Y/N’s bedroom door.

“I hope you had a good night, sweetheart,” Dean tells her honestly. She lingers with her hand on the doorknob and bites her bottom lip, fluttering her eyelashes up at him.

“Aren’t you going to tuck me in, Daddy?” she asks softly, reaching up to play with one of the buttons on his shirt. Dean looks down his body, and watches her for a moment, scoffing.

Truthfully, as much as the thought of stepping into that bedroom with her appeals to Dean, something is telling him that he really really shouldn’t.

“You’re a big girl, don’t think you need me to do that anymore,” he notes, his voice a little less assertive than he’d have liked. She giggles and her fingertips follow the buttons down to where his shirt is tucked into his slacks. She plays with the waistband with her small delicate fingers, and Dean feels his whole body react to the touch as his resolve starts to melt away. Fuck.

“I’m glad you finally noticed, Daddy,” she purrs. “But I could still use some help getting out of this dress.” Dean swallows thickly, his heart now thudding in his chest. Fuck, he shouldn’t.

“Okay, I’ll help you undo it, then I’ll have to head back to the party, okay?” he compromises. But something is telling Dean that they both know that’s a lie.

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negans-lucille-tblr · 4 years ago

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Absent - Chapter Thirty (FIN)

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, murder, smut, pregnancy, anal sex, anal fisting, gay sex, 3ps in v, mentions of tentacle porn, anal prolapsing

Chapter WC: 3954

A/Ns: Hope you enjoyed this incredibly sinful series!! I hope you enjoyed the twist last chapter 😉I’ve loved all your comments throughout this series, so thank you so much ❤️

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Chapter Thirty - Fate

You stare down at the stick in your hands, your mouth dry and tears glazing over your vision. You don’t want to believe it - you can’t believe it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’d finally moved on from Dean - not just Dean, but Sam and Cas and Nick too. But how could you now? Now that your fate rests in your hands in two little pink lines. And who do you even go to about this? Claire? God Claire. You’d finally decided to try and make it work with her, finally decided to try and give her the romance the two of you had craved from each other, and yet now you were possibly carrying her own father’s baby. But what if it wasn’t Cas’? What if it was Nick’s? Or your uncles’? Or... your fathers’? God what if you’re carrying your father’s baby? That night the four of them had shared you, taken their turns to fuck you – it still makes between your legs wet, your pussy smart a little as you remember the stretch. But now you’ll have a whole new reminder of that night in only nine months’ time. And what if the real father doesn’t want to know? Then what?

HA APRIL FOOOOOOLLLSSSS BITCHES!

OBVIOUSLY I didn’t accidentally leak the ACTUAL final chapter 🤣

I love you all 🤣😘

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