#dean winchester x raven

[mystra-midnight]

Playing with Blackbirds

summary: caught in a storm the trio is forced to pull over and sleep in the car. in need of attention, dean wakes raven.

warnings: 18+ only. dom!dean. little hint of voyeurism. consensual non-consent.

words: 2.1k

a/n: this has literally been sitting in my drafts for like three years so it���s high time i finish it and post it. i wrote this for a very dear friend of mine, hence why the character is named. but really you could imagine it's yourself or anyone of your choice in the back seat of the impala with dominantpassionatesexgod dean.

At first, she thought it was the sound of the storm that had woken her. It was black outside, an endless void that the lightning illuminated for seconds at a time before it plunged back into darkness.

Raven had woken with a start, her body jerking up so she was propped up on her elbows, her eyes straining to see through the black. Years of hunting had conditioned her to react like this: to always be on edge and to assume the worst. Where was her gun? What was attacking her? Was she going to die today?

It took a minute for her heart to settle and for her to remember that she was safe. Well, as safe as she could be given that she was sleeping on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, in the back of a car with the Winchester brothers.

Groaning in annoyance, she dropped down until her back was pressed against the leather seat. Raven fumbled around on the floor for her phone, cursing softly until she found it. She regretted turning it on. The sudden brightness made her eyes water.

2:45am.

"Fucking hell."

She’d only managed to fall asleep an hour ago.

At first, the gentle patter on the roof had been soothing, giving the woman some kind of euphoria. It was a hard emotion to explain. It was almost like all the hurt, pain, and bad memories were washed out of the world with the downpour, like tomorrow would be a fresh start.

But as the minutes dragged on and the sky sobbed harder, reaching a thunderous roar, it became anything but soothing. The wind howled loudly like a banshee, whipping the car hard enough to make it rock, which just made sleeping that much more difficult. It made her skin crawl.

Raven shut her phone off and tossed it aside, so she was shrouded in darkness once again. There was no way she was going to be able to get back to sleep now.

And then the real source of her disturbed slumber made itself known: a pressure on her right thigh, just above the knee, that sent her mind careening through the events that had led to this moment.

The trio had been forced to pull over when it had become impossible to see the road, and the second the Impala was pulling off the slick asphalt, Sam was calling dibs on the front seat. Dean and Raven had been banished to the backseat for the night, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they weren’t at each other's throats.

It wasn’t unusual for them to be this way after a botched hunt; this time a skinwalker had escaped, slipping from their grasps like water through their fingers. And because of it, all three of the hunters were in a foul mood.

Raven had curled her knees against her chest, her arms wrapped around them, and her head resting against the window. She’d tried to make herself as small as possible, which wasn’t so hard given that she was already tiny in comparison to the brothers.

Dean had done the same on the opposite side of the car: arms crossed against his broad chest, head down, and legs on his side. But after not even an hour, they had both spread out, stretching life back into their stiff limbs.

Now her legs were across his lap, and she knew that it was his hand on her thigh, burning a hole through the denim of her jeans and down to the bone beneath tattooed skin. Her brow creased with uncertainty, and worry wormed its way into her thoughts.

Was something wrong?

"Dean?" Her voice sounded small, almost impossible to be heard above the thundering rain, even to her own ears. A minute went by with no response, and she started to think that maybe she’d imagined his hand moving up her leg. Dean was just resting it there while he slept, nothing more, but then it was moving further up her body, to the apex of her thighs, where he gripped her mound firmly, making her stomach tighten.

"‘bout time you woke up." His voice was low and husky, thick with lust, and she could hear him smirking. Her mind failed to figure out what game he was playing right now. It wasn’t like she hadn’t ever considered sleeping with him. They had shared enough flirty looks and filthy jokes to make a prostitute blush, but neither had shown much of an interest in anything more than that.

She and Dean were friends. That was it.

Raven wasn’t opposed to the idea of fucking him and giving him the ride of his life in the back of Baby, but his brother was literally right fucking there, less than two feet away.

"What the hell are you doing?" She tried to keep her voice firm and keep the tremor from it. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand between them and halting his explorations.

He growled softly, the sound causing heat to pool between her legs as his other hand gripped her ankle hard enough to bruise it. "Open ‘em." He said, well, ordered. Raven could feel her panties becoming soaked from his dominating tone and touch.

Dean was all fire and heat, his hard voice leaving no room for argument, but...

Raven shuffled, trying to sit up and get away from him. She didn’t like the position he had trapped her in and how it gave him an advantage over her. She wasn’t some meek, fragile damsel that needed protecting. She was usually the one in charge, the one calling the shots in and out of the bedroom. This was unfamiliar territory, and it was as frightening as it was exciting.

But one of his large hands splayed possessively against her stomach, causing her internal temperature to rise until she thought her organs might combust. Dean pressed his palm down, keeping her pinned as he shifted so that he was kneeling and hovering over her.

His hand was still trapped between her thighs, his fingers digging in until her breath hitched and came faster.

"We can’t."

"I said open them." His voice was harder this time, his deep baritone making a delicate shiver run down her spine. Raven squeezed her thighs tighter together in stubborn resistance.

"Dean-"

He ripped her legs open without warning, earning a surprised squeak from the woman. The elder Winchester wasted no time popping open the button of her jeans and pulling the zipper down. Raven squirmed beneath him, trying once more to escape but not really wanting to. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to sleep with him—just not here.

"Let's make a deal, Raven." He leant in closer, his lips fluttering against hers teasingly as he spoke. "If you’re not wet already, I’ll stop. If you are, then I’m going to fuck you until you’re cumming on my cock. Deal?"

Her heartbeats quickened at his words. No, she didn’t like this game because there was no way she could win. Raven could feel how wet she was for him and how her body was preparing for his touch and his invasion.

She pushed against his shoulders. "Dean. Come on, you've gotta stop." Her whispered words faltered as his hand entered her panties, strong fingers pushing through her folds, feeling how slick she was for him.

"Fuck." He breathed out. "You’re so wet. All this for me, baby?"

Raven gave a mewling moan and sucked her lip into her mouth, biting it nervously. Their eyes met in one of the brief flashes of lightning, and in that instant, she knew she was done for. Those olive green eyes were dark with lust, and she found that she couldn’t resist him for a minute longer.

Her gaze flicked to the front seat, where she knew Sam was sleeping but couldn’t see him. Dean slipped a finger into her weeping entrance, and her hand flew to the back of his neck, dragging him to her so she could smash her mouth against his and stifle her moan.

Her hands were everything then, touching and ripping the shirt from his shoulders. His fingers pumped in and out of her wetness, the other hand working the buttons of her flannel shirt open so he could attack her tits with kisses and bites. He ripped her pants down her legs, leaving them wrapped around her knees.

Their touches were impassioned but awkward. The backseat was too small for them to spread out and strip the other naked, and it was hard to thoroughly explore the other's body, but that didn’t stop either of them.

Dean added a second finger to his assault on her core, and she arched her back to give him easier access, moaning his name into the kiss because the feeling of him stretching her was amazing. His thumb pressed hard on her clit, flicking it roughly as he drove his fingers in deeper, making her walls clench and suck him in.

Raven moaned harder, her teeth seizing his lip in a bite that had him growling. Their breaths mingled together, fogging the windows, as her hands explored the expanse of his chest, tracing every scar he had. She found one of his nipples and pinched it hard, making his fingers falter.

"Fucking tease." He muttered, and she laughed.

"So says the man feeling me up while his brother sleeps a foot away."

Dean drove a third finger into her, making her scream out loudly. He smothered her mouth with his opposite hand, cutting the noise before it got too loud, but he didn’t slow his thrusts. He used his entire arm to drive his fingers into her cunt, making her tits jiggle, and the wet sounds filled the car, even if it was hard to hear over the rain.

She was close. He could feel her walls tightening and then releasing and tightening again. "Quiet, baby. You don’t want Sam to wake up and see you like this, do you? All wet and hungry to cum? Or maybe you do. Maybe you want us both to take you. Really fill you up."

Raven was getting dizzy; his hand on her mouth made it harder to breathe, but it only drove her high and made her climax that much stronger. She came hard, her walls convulsing around his thick fingers, screaming into his palm, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He kept the pace the same and didn’t slow down as she came tumbling down from her high. He finger-fucked her through her orgasm, making it last longer than she thought possible. When she was done, a panting, writhing mess beneath him, Dean withdrew his hand, making her whine because she suddenly felt so empty.

A flash of lightning lit up the car. Dean was licking her slick from his fingers like a hungry kitten. It made colour creep up her neck and into her face, and it made her core clench hard around nothing. "Dean..." Her voice was drizzling with lust as she fumbled with his belt.

Dean grunted and slapped her hands away before making quick work of his belt and jeans, which he shoved down his hips. "I got you, babe."

He grabbed her legs behind her knees and practically folded her over. Raven gasped and then moaned when she felt his hard erection prod her wet folds.

He pushed her knees harder into her chest, pinning her, so that all she could do was clutch the seats, her nails scratching the fabric and leaving it marked. He rubbed the underside of her shaft against her, nudging her clit with his head until she was trying to buck her hips and get him inside her.

"Eager little thing," Dean mused before slamming inside her until her balls slapped against her arse and he was buried to the hilt. Raven screamed out, forgetting she was meant to be keeping quiet. She hadn’t felt so full before; his cock stretched her open, pressing against every nerve ending and then some. Her nails dug harder into the seat, her breathing coming faster, and when she wriggled against him impatiently, Dean knew it was time to move.

He drew back slowly, inch by inch, until only his swollen head was inside, and then slammed back in, making her cry out again and the car rock with the force. Her nails dug into his skin, raked down his back to pull him closer, her mouth on his, their breaths mingling together as he pistoned into her.

Neither of them noticed Sam watching in the mirror as he violently fisted his dick.

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I really love this that in every fandom, we have tags like "no beta we die like regulus black" or "no beta we die like John Winchester." Or "no beta we die like eriks loved ones"(my favourite). Its just so amazing

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 7

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 2162

(SPOILERS) Chapter warnings: language, tension, +18 smut, rough fucking, unprotected sex (be smarter than this!)

A/N:  sorry it's been a while since i updated! Life got a little busy but i'm back now, i hope you enjoy it :)

The Raven Masterlist

My Masterlist

Buy me a coffee

“I will make it my life mission to count all your freckles and turn them into a star map.” She hums at me as her fingers trace so delicately over my cheeks.

“All my freckles? You will have a lot of work, sweetheart” I smile at her and push her hair behind her ear, kissing her temple.

“I know, especially the freckles on your butt, they’re my priority.”

I can’t help but laugh at how cute she is, “of course they are.”

I let my hands wander over her body, tracing the curves, from her shoulder blades to the dip of her back and the curve of her ass.

Licking my lips I watch her pupils dilate as I grab her cheek in my hand and give it a firm squeeze.

“Dean… Sam is waiting for us. We will be late.” She says but I can already hear the defeat in her voice.

Moving both hands to her hips I move her until she is laying on top of me. Nothing feels better than her skin on mine.

I start kissing her neck and she moans for me.

“Dean…”

I continue my path along her throat until I start to feel her hips move against me. My hard cock is trapped between our bodies, the lips of her pussy hugging my shaft as she drags her core up and down my length.

“You’re soaking me, baby.” I whisper against her ear.

“Of course I am, you’re perfect for me.” She sits up, pressing her hands against my chest as she keeps rubbing against me.

I move my hands to guide her hips. I need to be inside her but I let her set the pace. I love watching her do whatever she wants with me.

After one long drag she finally grabs my cock and lifts it up, sitting up on her knees she positions me at her entrance before slowly sinking down.

She is so perfect and tight and wet and warm. I swear I can come just like this, just at entering her.

But my baby deserves more.

“F-fuck, even after three years, you still stretch me out every time.” She moans as she lowers herself until her soft curls touch my lower belly. She leans forward to rub her clit against my pelvis.

“B-because you’re so freaking tight” I grunt loud when she keeps rubbing, I’m so deep inside her, “you gotta move or this will be over very soon.”

She chuckles and starts lifting herself up, “Already? What about your famous stamina, Winchester?”

“Seven orgasms yesterday wasn’t enough proof of my stamina? You need more baby?”

She chuckles but it turns to moans as she torturedly slow lowers herself again, she leans down to kiss my neck. I can’t help the moan that slips from my lips as her tongue finds that soft spot.

“I’m trying to let you lead, you’re making it hard, baby.” I pant.

“Maybe I want you to break my control, maybe I want you to break me.” She emphasizes her words by biting down on my earlobe.

And that’s all it takes for me to snap.

Grabbing her ass in my hands I lift it up just enough for me to be able to thrust into her from below. If she wants me to break her, I will.

I start pounding into her, so hard and so fast. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds on. The room fills with the sounds of her moaning, my grunting and skin slapping against skin.

I use her butt to push her up and down onto me.

“FUCK DEAN” she screams and I can’t do anything but smile, she loves it when I break her, her pussy is soaking me so much I can feel her arousal dripping down my balls.

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” I groan, “Are you gonna clench my cock like a good girl?”

“Y-yes, yesyesyesyesyesyes!” she chants.

I slap her ass hard as I go even deeper, touching her cervix with every thrust.

“I’m gonna fill you, do you want my cum, baby?”

“YES!” her walls clamp around me with the promise of my cum, as if they’re trying to milk me. I know she’s close all she needs now is my permission.

“Come for me, Y/n.” I moan into her ear.

And with that she falls apart. Her walls throb and clench around my cock, breaking my own grip as I come and fill her with so much cum it’s dripping out of her and onto my balls.

Her whole body trembles at her intense climax and she moans my name over and over until her walls flutter and relax around my cock.

I grab her face and kiss her sloppy, half moaning, half panting into her mouth.

“I love you so much” I tell her.

“I love you too, Dean.” She smiles.

A banging on the door makes us both jump.

“You’re going to be late to your own wedding! Get dressed you two, we leave in thirty minutes!” Sam screams from the other side of the door.

“We’re coming!” I scream back but the banging doesn’t stop, it only becomes louder.

“Dean!” I frown at her, her eyes filled with tears, looking terrified, screaming so loud I need to cover my ears.

“DEAN”

I wake up in a gasp, soaked in sweat, I rub my chest at the ache there.

I look around and see I’m in my room in the bunker, alone this time.

Rubbing my face I lift the covers and sigh as I have covered them, once again, in cum…

The dreams are only getting more intense now. Every night I learn more about her, about Y/n.

My wife…

The banging makes me jump.

“Get your ass out here, Winchester!”

The Raven, she’s been here ever since I told her about my first dream three weeks ago. Sam and I absolutely did not agree with her staying , but she said that I could cause a rip in the fabric of time and space and she’s the only one who can close it, so she ‘had’ to stay.

She’s grumpy as fuck in the morning and wakes me up every day to brief me on my dreams.

I have not told her about all the sex I have been having in them.

“Yeah yeah!” I yell back. I clean up, strip my sheets and get dressed.

When I open the door she is on the other side with her arms crossed.

“That’s the third time this week you’re changing your sheets, you got bladder issues?” she asks me.

“No.” I grunt, “No talking before coffee.”

I drop off my sheets and go to the kitchen where she is waiting for me with coffee. She hands me the mug and waits for me to finish it.

This has been our little morning ritual, I noticed that she’s much more tolerable if she eats before she speaks and if what she eats is chocolate.

So I hand her a piece and wait for her to finish.

“You must think I’m stupid.” She says.

“What?”

“Washing your sheets so often. You’re dreaming about fucking her, aren’t you?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.” I snap at her, because it’s not.

“You should have told me, it’s important. How is it? Are you already married? Or is it before. With or without condom?”

I scoff “Like hell I’m telling you. What does a condom have to do with timelines!”

“Everything” she answers, “You need to tell me everything.” She grabs her notebook and looks at me, waiting for me to begin describe my dream.

“No, I’m not telling you about sex with my wife.”

“Your fake, not real wife?” she chuckles, “Did you see her face?”

“I did but I forgot.”

She sighs, “Anything else you did see?”

Her tits, fuck she has incredible tits…

“Focus Dean, I can see you’re getting lost in it. You fucked, so I suppose you saw her body.”

“Yes I did.”

“And…? Come on Dean , trying to make things work.” She starts scribbling in her book.

“She’s gorgeous and perfect, perfect boobs, perfect ass and a perfect pussy! Is that what you want to hear?” I grunt.

She looks at me. Her eyes wide behind her sunglasses. I don’t know why she keeps wearing them, I know she has eyes.

“You care for her?” she asks.

“Of course I do, she is… was my wife.”

“She’s not real. She will not ever be real. Caring for her is a dumb choice, Dean. You have to push her away. You should have told me you were having sex, for how long?” she demands.

“What does it matter.”

“How long Dean!” she screams at me.

Never has she been like this, she was always cold, in different, barely caring about the dreams. But now…

“Are you… jealous?”

She scoffs loud, “What? No. I need to know.” She squirms in her seat and looks down at her notebook.

“You are… you’re avoiding eye contact. You’re jealous!”

She jumps up and grabs my chin in her hand, her long sharp nails digging into my cheeks, her face is inches from mine.

“I am not. I do not care for you.” She sneers.

I grin, “Then why are you trying so hard to help us? You’re easy, R.”

“Don’t” her grip tightens, “Call me that.”

I push my luck and push a little forward, I can feel her breath, she’s beautiful in a way.

“Or what?” I challenge her and I see her eyes snap towards my lips when I grin.

She suddenly pulls my face towards hers and kisses me, deep and all dominant. I grip her waist and tug her onto my lap as her other hand slides into my hair.

Her sharp nails slide from my chin to the side of my neck.

She’s intoxicating, her smell, her taste, I need her closer.

Tugging her flush against me she starts to roll her hips against my crotch and a moan escapes me.

She grunts and gets up, pushing her shorts down and bending over the table in front of me.

“Fuck me.” She pants.

I don’t need to be told twice.

I get up and push my pants down, taking my cock in my hand I look at her as I stand behind her.

I haven’t been able to fuck anyone because it felt like I was cheating on Y/n, but with her… it doesn’t feel wrong at all.

“If you wait any longer I’m leaving.” She grunt, looking over her shoulder at me, she reaches a hand between her legs and tugs me forward by my underwear. Slapping away my hand, she grabs my cock and puts it at her entrance, once my tip touches her heat I push in and moan.

“Fuuuck” She tilts her head back and moans, her walls are throbbing around my cock as she adjusts to my size.

She grabs the edges of the table and spread her legs more, “fuck me, Dean.”

I bottom out and grind against her, making her moan my name, I slap her ass hard and then I start thrusting, hard.

“Fuck yes, Dean!” her nails dig into the table and I grunt when I can feel her clench tight around me, spurring me on.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, feel so good wrapped around my cock.” I pant.

One of my hands gathers her hair in a ponytail and I wrap it around my hand, tugging her head up I make her sunglasses fall off. I tug more so she is arching her back and her ass sticks out more.

I pound into her so hard that the table starts moving across the room with every thrust, I’m sure I’m bruising her, marking her. It makes my cock twitch harder.

She’s moaning and pushing back on me. I can feel she’s getting close, her walls tightening more and more around me.

“B-Break me, Dean.” She moans right before she falls apart and takes me down with her.

I let her hair go to grab her hips with both hands as I come deep inside her, filling her up with so much cum it drips down her thighs. Her entire body convulses before me and her pussy grips me so tight, I fear I might lose my dick.

I lean over her back and moan loudly as I come a second time because of her clenching, I can’t help the name that escapes my lips because only one woman can make me feel like this.

“Y/N!”

She freezes and looks over her shoulder at me.

“What” she pants.

“I- I’m sorry-“ my sentence gets cut off by a blinding pain in my chest, it cuts my breath and my words, I fall back and the last thing I see are The Raven’s terrified eyes before everything goes black.

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Knocking

Sam Winchester x Black! Goth! Fem! reader

Sam is haunted by a memory

Warnings: angst, reader doesn't appear in this, it's all from Sam's point of view after they broke up, and we also don't know why they broke up. Sam doesn't know if he wants her back or not. It could've been Sam's fault or hers, anger, is he having a nightmare? A vivid hallucination? I'm not totally sure myself. Sam and reader may have been toxic or obsessive but we don't know who was worse.

I adore Edgar Allan Poe's work, I've been a fan of gothic literature since I was a little kid and writing this character has been really nice for me. I've studied his works since I was a young girl, and I try to replicate his writing style a lot. I also try to follow his workings of every word adding something to the story. I really hope I pulled it off, I'm really passionate about this one. Please let me know your thoughts!

I feel like I never give Sammy enough love </3

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Since they broke up, Sam's nights were long and filled with loneliness. Since she left, he was no more cursed than the people he helped with ghastly issues revolving around ghosts of the past. How ironic, that he was now the haunted one. The torment of his life, from his mothers life being ripped away right before his young eyes to now could never compare to this pain.

Her dark brown eyes seemed to be in the moon, the night sky, everything around him. His work impeded, of course because he mainly works at night, stopped simply because she was gone. Her dark hair reflected in every surface, in every rose he saw, each star in the sky.

Shrouded in pain, the room silently slipped away from around him. Was this it? His grip on sanity finally leaving him once and for all? No. Like his body was being shaken and squeezed, then released. Still in the same pain and agony.

Now, he laid alone in his bed. His room, empty and his arms bereft of her. Yet, if he shut his eyes he could imagine the pillow beside him was her. He could imagine the soft silk, the feel of her skin, her scent filling his nostrils.

A soft, scratching noise was heard through the halls, a scampering that scratched his brain. Morphing into a noise he missed, of feet padding down the hall to his room. Should he sit up? What was the point? A monster there to eradicate him, would ease his pain and suffering. The sound stopped, right before his door a familiar pair of black socks sitting outside his door. It couldn't be, could it? His love coming back?

No. It couldn't be. Not after his mistakes. After those she made, could he let her back? Had she truly made any against him? Was he even sure anymore? A knocking tore him from his despairing thoughts, soft and sweet. Like her knocking.

It couldn't be. More knocking followed, and it grew louder with each soft beat. Gentle raps pounded through his skull.

"Go away, Dean." The mutter was soft as the knocks, yet it did nothing against his persistent visitor. More knocking.

"Dean, stop." No other solution existed. It had to be Dean.

"It's not Dean." Was all he heard. The voice haunted him, sending shocks through his mind, at the haunting voice. It wasn't her. She swore she would never return. Or had he forced her to that oath? His blood pumped rapidly, palms began to perspire against the cold of the room. His stomach turned, an empty coldness.

Knocking followed.

"It isn't." It isn't you. That was all he could do against the thrum of fear through his body. Eyes seared him through the door, and his eyes burned with tears. Tears of anger burned him, and tears of sadness cooled his heart. All he wanted was to tear the door off its hinges.

Whether to scream her away, and welcome her back into his arms he was unsure. Would he make his same mistake? Would he scare her off once more? Would she force her way into his heart once again? Force her way into his everything? The way she had before?

"No." He breathed, his breath into the cold room. More knocking.

"Go. I want you to go." More knocking, as if to say 'I will never go'. The way she had before. Dragging him down into depths of instability. Had he given her any option? He persisted, holding her down with the passion of his intense love. But was it not her, who drove him to those insane lengths? Matching her intense adoration was part of their passionate dance that ended in tragedy.

Her knock repeated, like saying 'you know that isn't true'. Was it not true? Would she come back even if he wanted her to?

"If it was you would you come back?" The one thing he wanted, he was given no response. A chill went through him then a flash of heat. A flash of anger. Why come to toy with his mind and heart more than she already had?

"Answer me. Would you come back?" A singular knock.

As if to say 'no'. No? What answer is no? If not the answer he already knew? Isn't ‘no’ the answer he truly desired? Had he lied to himself all this time?

The wrath of God cut through him. What torments him? What has the audacity to torment him more than it has already? Her. Her spirit continued to torment him, through violence and wanting. What did he want? What did she desire? Did she desire to torment him? It was her one true desire.

Of course, how could he not see it sooner. How could he not see how weak and foolish he was to fall to her traps of love? Her dark fabrics, and raven hair. Her silver chains, and dark makeup entrapped him.

More knocks, six to be exact, rang through his skull. An evil noise that tore his heart out, the way their ending had. Had she not done enough to him? Had her obsessive calling, consistent hours of bickering over nonsense?

'Where have you been? Who's calling? What's wrong with you? Why don't you love me anymore? Why don't you answer my calls?' Constantly, never allowing his heart space to beat on its own. Were the questions unwarranted? Had he done better? Not precisely. Yet, it tore him apart when he no longer had her.

Oh! How his heart pounded, like the knocking that carried on through his room. Though his heart and head both told him two different things. To chase her off. To pull her back in. What was it he wanted?

"I said go!" He breathed, throat raw from the hours of crying. A single knock sounded and no more. As if to say 'no' once more.

"Is it even you?" He choked out, pushing his heavy body. It was like he had been dragged through glass, each emotion he felt stabbing him like a new shard.

Another knock. No, or yes?

"Is it you?" He bellowed, with instant regret. It was his yelling that soured their bond. He yelled for reasons. But it was the yelling that played a large part.

His head throbbed, and he flopped back down onto his stomach in pain. The room spun, that same darkness squeezed him once more, his heart cried 'no more!'. Could Sam take more? No, no more. It was time for an end.

"I do not want you back, go." He breathed, cold breath coming out into the room. He dragged his weakened body from the bed, the floor feeling false under his feet.

Yet another knock. Another no?

"Did you want me back?" No response.

"Go!" He screamed, and his eyes throbbed behind his head.

"Why have you come?" The knocking started again. Monotonous and cruel.

"Did you come to mess with me? Did you come here, to try and convince me to take you back? Do you want to come back? What is it, what do you want?!" Tripping over a dark object on the ground, he fell just before the door. Seeing the black socks under the crack of the door. Then more knocks.

Slowly, as Sam listened, his tear ducts gave out.

"Please go. I don't know what it is I want from you, but I can't take it anymore." Louder and louder the knocks increased in volume and force, as if an attempt to remove his door.

"Go, please. Did you want to hurt me? You have, please. Go. Or come back, I can't take anymore. I'll have either." Pleading, his arms rubbed against the ground and the cold chafed his skin.

As Sam's heart weakened, the knocks did as well. Was it a wait for him to crack? Was she waiting for him to get to the point where he could take no more?

Broken sobs tore through his broken lungs, and he shivered from the cold. The socks slipped away down the hall, yet the knocks continued to sound through his head. And for each question he asked, a singular knock came in response.

The soft steps retreated, but the knocking did not. And the cry of Sam's heart continued to plead for 'no more'.

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I love Sam, he's such a cutie pie <3

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DIRTY DEAN!

pairings: dean winchester x male reader

summary: after dean helped you out from an ancient curse, you decided to reward him with a special treat.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: SMUT, extreme fuck, humiliation and face slapping kink, choking.

"Thanks for your help back there" you say to him softly as you wipe some of the blood off his face and place some plasters over cuts, he winces slightly "o-ow" he says in a low soft tone. "Sorry Dean" you whisper to him gently caressing his cheek, you both stare deep into eachothers eyes until you feel him grip onto your hips as he pulls you onto his lap in the drivers seat. "D-Dean-" you begin to speak until he places a finger on your lips "shh baby" he whispers to you in his low seductive voice.

Dean's grip on your waist tightens and he begins to push you back and forth making you grind your hips down against his growing bulge, "m-mhm" Dean groans out as you continue to grind down against his bulge. "Someone's horny," you lean down to whisper in his ear as you gently begin to nibble at his earlobe. Dean grunts slightly as he pushes you off him lap and into the backseat where he climbs into the back seats towering over you in the car.

Dean wraps his hand around your throat, pulling your face closer to his, "so perfect," he mumbles to himself as he admires your flustered face. Dean presses his lips softly against yours as he tightens around your throat, turning you on more as you both begin stripping off naked, trying not to break the kiss. Once you're both naked and finally broken the kiss to come up for air, you stare and admire eachothers naked bodies.

You lean back against the backseat, and you pull your legs up to reveal your bare asshole for him. It pulsates slightly as the cold air hits it. You become all flustered once Dean finally leans forward and presses a soft kiss against your hole before his eyes change dark and ravenous as he dives him to lick wet strips up your hole before showing his index finger in.

He continues sliding his finger in and out of your hole before pulling out completely, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off and striking it across your ass "A-AH!" You yelp out, but your dick leaks like a facet. He strikes your ass again and again until your ass is red raw, he pulls down his jeans and underwear stuffing his underwear in your mouth.

The salty taste of pre-cum soaked in his underwear caused your body to shudder until he pushed his cock in your asshole, you tighten around him as you feel every inch and vein of his cock. "Mhm!" You whimper out through his underwear as he pulls out just to thrust back in roughly, he pushes your face against the car window so everyone in the parking lot can see you.

"F-Faster!" You whimper out as he thrusts back and forth into your hole, his grip on your hips tightens as he nears his release wanting you to cum before he does. He constantly hits your g-spot causing you to release yourself all over the car door as your body is pressed against it, once you release your hole tightens around him causing him to blow his load inside your hole. Dean collapses against your body as the windows are fogged up, "fuck baby.." He whispers in your ear as he pulls you away from the window and into a hug.

sorry that this fic isn't longer, BUT happy Halloween! 🎃

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You Shook Me All Night Long (Dean Winchester x Reader) Smut

Bunker seasons era

Song Inspo: "You Shook Me All Night Long" by ACDC

Warnings: literally the whole thing is just smut lmfao

MINORS DNI

A/N: ive been having TERRIBLE writers block. I dunno how happy i am with this one, so PLEASE let me know if this good smutty shit yall, thnxs for your endless support <3

Word Count: 1103

Summary: He surprises her with coming home early...but that's not the only thing he surprises her with.

The boys were away on a week long hunt. Since injuring her knee a few months ago during a Ghoul hunt, she’s decided to take a break from hunting to allow her body full time to heal. This allowed her a lot of time to make the Bunker a proper home for them. She would spend her weekends keep housing if the boys were still gone, then during the week she would spend time in the library cataloging or helping with research. Then, whenever Dean came home, she was hands on with focus. Her and Dean had been a thing for a little while. The stress of the job eventually breaking down the tough looking hunter asking her to be his life partner. She had happily agreed. There was no real label on their relationship, just two people who understood each other more than any other human.

It was a Sunday morning. Dean had called her the night before, informing her that they would probably be home Sunday night, or possibly into Monday. She was excited to see Dean. Since taking her leave, Dean coming home from these longer hunts added an extra excitement to their relationship. But knowing he won’t be home until as late as tomorrow, she treated it like any other Sunday.

Dressed in little shorts, a cute tank top that showed off her features she began her cleaning routine. Starting in the war room, making her way through the kitchen and then finally to the library. Music blasted throughout the speaker system of the bunker. Charlie had helped set her up with a Bluetooth connection to the old raggedy speakers one weekend while the boys were gone and they had a girls date. It was her little incentive to stay motivated.

One of her favorite 80’s song began on a new rotation of shuffle and she began swagging her hips to the beat of the song while spraying cleaner on the library tables, bending over to get all the way across. She was so distracted by the beat that she didn’t even hear the bunker door open. Dean had arrived home early as a surprise. Dancing around the tables, doing small spins or dance moves, Dean just admired her from a distance. He never got to see her like this. He dropped his bag down and with a thud she turned around to see him. Completely flustered that she was caught. The two of them just starred, Dean was practically undressing her with his eye making her squirm under his gaze.

Neither of them said anything as Dean strode towards her. Grabbing onto her hips, and pulling her tight to his chest. Breathing in the cheap cologne Dean always loved to wear, practically getting drunk off his sent alone. A grin creeps on Dean’s face and he sways the two to the beat. Eyes were locked on one another as he gave her a little spin before bringing her back into sway. A deep blush forms across her cheeks. She hardly ever saw Dean this way, usually this was after a good hunt and no one got hurt. Towards the end of the song, Dean crashes his lips to hers. This was a new hunger she hasn’t experienced. Sure, they’ve had make-up sex, ‘I thought I lost you back there’ sex, and so forth. But this was different, it was ravenous. Dean’s kisses grew heavier, teeth clashing as he drove his hands all over her curves.

At this point, her hips were pinned against one of the library tables. Dean broke away from her lips, kissing along her cheek and down towards the nape of her neck. Nibbling away at different spots along her collar bone. Small mewls and moans of pleasure leave her lips, earning a tighter grip of his hands on her. Dean leans down for a brief moment, hoisting her up by her legs to sit her on the table. He gently pushes her shoulders back on the hardwood, and continues to trail kisses down her clothed body. As he gets closer to her stomach, Dean shifts to be on his knees. Which was surprising. He places tiny kisses across her hips as he uses his hands to push open her legs. Dean yanks off her shorts underwear in a swift movement. Both pieces coming off together. This man was starving for her.

“Fuck,” Dean whispers looking at her pussy. His eyes drift back up to hers as he licked his lips.

In a split second, Dean was diving in. Lapping away at her folds like it was the most delectable fruit Dean has ever tasted in his time on earth. An orgasm was ripping through her body with moments. She tugs on his hair as he continues to coach her through the orgasm. But Dean wasn’t done, he was still at it. Moans echoed through the library and she felt so unholy. This is where men of generations came to learn about the monsters of her world, and yet her she was, bare ass on the same table as her man ate her out alive.

Another orgasm was on the horizon, and like the quick man that Dean Winchester is, two of his broad fingers are inserted into her folds. A shocked and rattled moan escapes her at the shock of surprise and pleasure. His fingers are going in and out like a jack rabbit. Dean occasionally curling them to reach her g-spot.

“Come on baby,” Dean whispers from his spot. This man was fucking edging her on.

Another finger inserted.

“If you want my cock, I’ll need another one from you,” his voice was demanding. And she was prepared to meet those demands.

His attack on her just sped up more, and more. While simultaneously sucking on her clit. But finally, she was close.

“Fuck, Dean,” she gasps. Tugging again at his strands.

“Don’t..stop,” breathing was labored and felt like she was about to see stars. She was there…she was right there…

Then there was nothing. The area Dean was just in was cold. Looking up in utter confusion, she sees her man pulled away. His chin shining with her cum and a shit eating grin plaster on his damn face.

She stutters.

“Y-you, you cant do that, please Dean.” The unpleasant feeling of an orgasm left unfinished pulsated through her.

“I’m gunna need you to last all day sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet,” He says as he gets up from his position.

Giving her a wink, he simply walks away leaving her baffled.

What the hell am I getting myself into.

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 8

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1501 (sorry it's a short one)

Chapter warnings: language, death, anger, confusion, tension.

A/N:  sorry it's been a while since i updated! Life got a little busy again and i struggle a lot with this story, it is complicated, we are nearing the end! hope you enjoy xxx

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Black and nothingness, I’m falling endlessly in a void. I am not scared or in pain, I could even say I’m comfortable.

Until I’m not, hands with sharp long nails grips my arm and tugs me sideways through a tunnel with a light at the end. Images are flashing past me at a high speed, I am in those images, and so is Y/n.

I’m getting pulled towards the light so fast my body is preparing for impact.

Just before I break through that glasslike surface, I see one image of Y/n, crying and terrified holding me as I comfort her.

Why is she so sad?

I take a deep breath and start coughing, Raven turns me on my side to help me breathe.

“W-what happened?” I pant, slowly sitting up and rubbing at my chest, the ache is still there. I look at her and she looks unfazed, her sunglasses back in place and her clothes in order while my pants and underwear are still around my ankles.

Good Sammy is on his run…

“You thought of her and your mind slipped into the wrong timeline.” She looks up at me, her mouth a hard line, “Do you understand now why I say it is important why you have to push away from her.”

“But… it doesn’t happen when dream.” and I think of her often.

She stands up, holding out her hand to help me up. I take it and she tugs me up with ease.

“Because dreaming is a special state of mind. With dreams your subconscious can float away without harming your body. When you do it while awake. This happens. You die. Tug up your pants, Hunter.”

I grab them and quickly tug them up. “Wait… I-I died?”

“Yeah, just for thirteen seconds, but yes.” she turns and takes another coffee.

“What…” I get in front of her “I just died and you’re acting like it’s normal!”

She looks me down while sipping her coffee, “I did warn you, multiple times, that there would be consequences.”

“You brought me back.” I look down at my arm and see gashes on it from where she grabbed me and tugged me back from the dead.

“I did.”

“Why and how? You wouldn’t have all this trouble if I died, it would be easier for you.”

She sighs and take another piece of chocolate, “I told you before, you dying isn’t the solution. And how? I just reached into you, found your soul and yanked it back.”

“Y-you touched my soul, only angels can do that.” I say in awe.

“And me.” She says before another sip of coffee.

I look at her, at this woman, this… witch, if that’s even enough to describe her power. She’s cold and hard and mean. Yet… there is something about her that I can’t shake off.

“Or you just had a heart attack from coming to hard.” She chuckles into her mug.

“I-“ I stare at her, a blush crawling over my face when I remember what I said, “R, I’m sorry for saying that… I didn’t mean anything with it. I swear I wasn’t thinking of her.”

“I did think you were more professional. And, ” she  comes closer, touching my chest, right where that ache is and pushes a little harder, as if to hurt me, “I did expect more of the famous Dean Winchester, the womanizer. I had hoped you’d lasted longer.” She steps back and I take that hit to my ego.

“But you came” I reason.

“I asked you to break me. I am still standing, am I not?”

“I kinda got distracted with dying to keep going.” I snap back.

She hums and shrugs, “I just expected more.”

I step closer, ready to show her more, to break her, to make her a whimpering mess, but she holds up one finger.

“No no” she tsks. “Once I let you touch me, out of curiosity. Never again. This can never happen again. Understood, Hunter?” She states.

Her words sound more for herself than me, and then I remembered her jealousy of Y/n. If she’s out to hurt me, I can only return the favor.

“I understand clearly. And I mean, I really have enough with my dreams about Y/n” I grin when I see her clench her jaw. “I’ll do my best to keep my mind clear in the day but at night when I dream, I’ll enjoy it twice as much. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow morning.” I wink at her and leave her standing in the kitchen.

It’s been a couple of days since all that happened. R and I decided it would be best to not tell Sam. It would only worry him more.

My dreams… they have changed since then. They are mixing Y/n and The Raven.

One moment I could be thrusting deep into my wife and the next I would feel long nails scratching down my back.

The worst part? I’m not hating it…

She is beautiful in a terrifying way, if that makes sense. I can’t stop thinking of her body, her pussy clenching around me so fucking tight.

She’s wearing her pj, shorts and a big shirt, not sexy by any means but on her it is. Her nipples are hard and poking through the fabric. It’s distracting as fuck.

“Stop staring at my tits, or I will rip your eyes out.” she says while going over her notes.

We just finished our morning ritual. I told her everything aside that it’s now her when I dream…

“Is that how you lost yours in your other body?” I ask.

Her body changes before my eyes and she lifts her sunglasses to look at me with those creepy empty sockets.

“You prefer this body? Stare all you want, hunter.” She continues reading her notes whilst snickering.

“Why do you have this body anyway? What is your real one?” I am curious.

“I have it because I want it. Both are.”

“So what happened to your eyes?” I wonder.

“I took them out.” she flips a few pages back in her notebook.

“Why…” I breathe out. she took them out herself? With those nails?

“None of your business” she looks up and in an instant her body is normal again, “Why are you lying to me. You’re dreaming other things.”

“What? I’m not.” I argue.

“You are a horrible liar for a hunter, how do you get anything done? Tell me what changed, think of the consequences! You want to die again?”

“I don’t!” I yell at her.

She stands, bracing her hands on the table, the exact same table I fucked her on. “Tell me the truth or I make you.”

She starts to roll her fingers when I refuse to say anything and a tickling is forming in my throat. The words are bubbling up before I can stop them.

“I dream of fucking you.” Heat immediately envelops my face.

“Ah” she says and drops her hand, followed by a muttered “shit.”

She moves away from the table and starts pacing while rubbing her face. She looks more worried than annoyed. I half expected her to laugh in my face. Why isn’t she laughing.

“You act like it’s horrible.”

“It is Dean. It’s fucked up, nothing is going as it should! I shouldn’t even be here. I should be as far away from you as possible!” she screams at me.

I frown, her mask of coldness is slipping again, she’s freaking out.

“What are you not telling me. Stop being so annoying and just tell me!”

“I can’t!” she grunts in frustration and pushes me back “It’s all your fault, you had to mess everything up and then come back and I tried to push you away but you wouldn’t let me!” she keeps pushing and pushing until she starts crying. She never cried before.

I tug her into my chest, not knowing what else to do. I hold her tight to me and stroke her back. My fault?

“I don’t understand how it is my fault.” I softly say to her.

“It’s because of your stupid face.” She mutters into my chest and I can’t help but chuckle at how cute she is now.

She sighs and pulls back to look up at me, “I can’t tell you, I wish I could but I can’t. you just have to trust me and stop thinking about-“

She gets cut off when something sounds like breaking in the warroom.

We both run out of the kitchen to see what it is. Sam is already there, helping Cas up.

“Cas!” I run to him and help Sam. Seems like he made a crash landing.

“I know what happened.” He pants and looks between me and The Raven.

She steps forward as if to stop him but Cas is faster.

Cas’s eyes fix on mine and I can see the fear in them, “What?” I demand.

“You died, Dean.”

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Spellbinding ( sam winchester x reader )

summary : sam being completely in love with reader who happens to be his best friend while on a hunt she is hit with a curse making her needy clingy mess while sam was loving the closeness it was only temporary right?

Warnings : spells and shit , sam being simp (love that for him )

In all his life he never thought he would feel like this , at first he pegged it to being a school boy crush but it only grew . she would be the one to stay up late into the morning researching while his brother just went to the bar or bed calling them " nerds"  . she'd be the one to make sure they got sleep after realising how long they had spent nose deep in their laptops or books . she'd be the one to make sure everyone was taken care of even making sure dean didn't have a diet that consisted of fast food making them home cooked meals in the bunker . she would tease and be playful so it wasn't all work . so it was hard not to fall for her in fact what scared him was how easy it happened. the fact that dean caught on was hell in itself finding new ways to torture his brother with the new found information always pairing the two off together , the little remarks she never noticed and when she did she would brush them off as dean well being dean . hunts we're both a blessing and a curse for him when she was there . he could make sure she was safe but yet her just being there meant she was also in danger , an internal battle on which part to stick with . Like now they were walking through an abandoned asylum after report of many men going mad once they've been in the   place one way or another . now they were walking through the halls , searching for whatever it was or even a clue to what it was . she hated the abandoned hospitals and asylums they had an extra creepy feeling to them . sam knew this main reason he made sure to stay closer then usual which if he was lying he kinda took advantage of it . " ah shit " she huffed . " what , what is it " . " look the symbol we've dealt with this before " she pointed walking into the large open space that used to be a rec room . the symbols spread around the room like she said it was too familiar .

" witches " he mused. " always witches get dean here , he's a lightening rod for curses " she sighed dramatically making him laugh. " what are you doing here , your not welcome " the voice called . " listen lady , neither are you " she turned to see the raven haired woman glaring . " this is my new home and intend to keep it that way " she turned to sam as he raised his gun . he was waiting for it , to be thrown across the room it was all too regular habit but yet all he felt was her pushing him and taking the hit flying across and hitting the wall . " hey darling now that wasn't so nice of you " dean held the woman tight while cas done his thing . " hey sweetheart you ok " he called. " yeah i think so ouch how do you do that sammy " she groaned wiping the dust off of herself . " what the hell were you thinking " he yelled running to check her over. " i was thinking you'd be grateful " she smiled sweetly. " idiot you could of been killed " he chastised missing the way she was looking at him . " hey kid you ok " dean smirked seeing the sudden shift in her demeanour. " so pretty " she cooed all doe eyes and mushy as she stared at her best friend before latching on to his arm . " lets get her out of here " dean snorted seeing his brothers cheeks all flushed while Y/N was clinging to him like he was the light in the dark . " hey how you feeling slugger" dean turned see sam carrying her out on his back like a koala on a tree. " she wanted to be closer because it hurt being so far apart " he groaned. " hey you should be happy hot chick all over you " held the door open so sam could put her in the back . " cas in front "dean's shit eating grin was not helping the situation and neither was the grabby hands she was making .

They found out she was hit with a curse same one those men were hit with except in her case well she was overly clingy only when sam moved away it actually hurt her like a blinding cutting pain ran through her body when they were apart for more than 60 minutes , during the first week they found that out . " a couple of weeks and she will be back to normal she said something else but cas was playing around so we had to leave quick " dean explained while Y/N was now in sams lap almost purring like a kitten nothing like the woman before . " couple of weeks , how the hell am i going to do this for a couple of weeks " sam hissed rubbing her back when she tensed at his words. " enjoy it since your such a bitch and not telling her how you feel when she's,  well not a pussy cat " he chuckled. " do you not like the affection " cas asked confused. " i would if it was of her own accord " sam muttered feeling her head resting on his shoulder after she'd fallen asleep . " i need a shower , a quick one " he said placing her down on the sofa and putting his shit around her. " don't be long i can see her screaming again , it's painful to watch " cas walked out . " i wont , i don't like it either " sam huffed running out the room . he loved it and hated it , he loved the close contact and he affection , but he missed his partner in crime , he miss how she would talk about everything and anything with him , he missed her being his best friend . yet he love having her nuzzled so close he could smell her shampoo , he loved the feeling of her soft skin under his palms. how he could see every detail of her face , how her smiled would widen in his presence . the water cascaded down his body yet the hot water done nothing to soften the stress of the situation he loved and hated all in one . What made it worse she was going through it all because she wanted to save him , wasn't it his job to keep her safe.

"where's sammy " she whined starting to sweat as she felt the tingle beginning. " he'll be back in a minute " dean huffed. he couldn't wait for it to end , the badass smart chick he loved like a sister reduce to a needy airhead , now whining like a kid for candy. " hey how come you never told sam why she so bad " cas asked again his curious nature getting the best. " because even i know the two of them need to say it without the power of a curse and hell he'd probably short circuited. " this hurts " she sniffled but her head shot up feeling his presence near it was like her skin was burning and only he could put it out. " hey i'm back " he smiled weakly feeling her arms wrap around him tightly. " i missed you , it hurt and dean was mean" she pouted . " jesus this hard to even watch " dean rolled his eyes . " well if sam loves her i'm sure it ok " . " sammy only loves me like a friend " she pouted at cas words . " that's what you think but he's in love with you ... ouch " he winced rubbing back of his head . her head shot up and a clearing of a fog sensation. " hey when did we get back here " her voice back to levelness before . " hey sweetness aint you a sight " dean smirked only for her to roll her eyes. " she's back " he cheered. " that could of been the cure , although it's very fairy tale like" cas smiled. " what the baby in the trenchcoat is saying was that you were cursed and been on sammy there like a pimple" dean explained making her realise where her hands were . " oh shit sorry " she back off cheeks flushing at the close proximity . " it's ok really " he smiled sheepishly. " so how did we break it " she asked . " i told you how sam really felt and OWWW " Castiel cried . " hey why you hit him " she ran to the angel checking him over. " oh fuck it, knowing sam loved you like truly loved you broke it , the reason she was so affected is because she loves you too " dean yelled. " do i hit him now " cas whispered . " you love me " they both said at same time . " lets give them some room " dean led castiel out of the room while the two stood stunned at the information. " wait did he just confess for us " she asked dumbfounded. " i think he did " sam stood closer wrapping his arms around her waist. " didn't you get enough " she teased turning to face him fully arms going on his shoulder. " but this time its because i know you love me " he smiled leaning his forehead on hers . " shame it wasn't a kiss breaking curse " . " i think we can change that " she couldn't respond because soon as the words left his mouth he crashed his lips on her. kissing her like she was the only source of oxygen . every part of her being felt alive and awake like never before . they melted together like two missing pieces finally connecting. lost souls lost in the dark finding the light. " i love you so much " he chuckled happy to finally being able to say the words .

"hey thought the curse was broken " bobby asked looking as she sat perched in sam's lap while he was looking through research . " it did " she smiled holding up her book she was using . " they love each other and do sick  sweet shit like this now " dean rolled his eyes . " oh stop being a baby i've seen you cuddle your car " she snorted. " i have too " castiel nodded. " well glad to have you back kid" bobby smiled getting himself a cup of coffee. sam on other hand sat smiling happily now he had the woman he loved back , the one who talked to him constantly , his best friend and now his girlfriend .

[supernaturalistthings]

Friends? pt 3

Female!Reader x Dean Winchester

+18! contains smut

lmk if you guys want a pt 4!

He must've had the same thought of realization because in that moment we both held and pulled at eachother like we were ravenous. His hands running from the sides of my face to through my hair slightly pulling it. His lips were hot and wet against my own moving in perfect synchronicity.

His hands start to feel adventurous. Making their way from my hair to my chest feeling and playing to his heart's content. Something he has always dreamed about but was never able to do until now. He quickly undressed me from my shirt and bra. His mouth followed closely behind his hands leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft bites, his eyes never leaving my face which was currently contorted and thrown back in pleasure. Desperately gasping and moaning for air.

He takes my left breast into his mouth while making sure the other doesn't feel neglected with his hands. He was working magic before my very eyes and all i could do was softly moan his name and keep his hair in my hands to assure this feeling can't go anywhere. He's groaning as well, not being able to think or know anything right now other than me and my body. He's almost shaking with lust.

“Dean..” I moaned softly, getting his attention.

He looked at me, eyes dark with sex and lust, anticipating and craving what i'm going to say next. Except i couldn't say anything, all i could think about was flipping us both so i was on top and his beautiful body was beneath me.

So that's exactly what I did. I looked down at him from our new position taking in every detail that I could while he looked at me like I was everything he needed. I can feel now just how true that is, as I'm straddling his waist his hard dick is pressed right where I want him right now. His hand is on my waist admiring my half naked body waiting for my next move.

I reconnect our lips, we’re both moaning heavily into the kiss. He lifts himself slightly off the bed so I could get his shirt off as fast as possible. I start trailing wet kisses down his chest all the way to his waistband, his hands catching any hair that may block him from having a full view of what I was about to do.

I slowly start at the button on his worn down jeans pulling the zipper down after getting it undone. I can feel his eyes burning into me and he’s flinching at any close contact, almost unable to control himself from taking them off himself and fucking the life out of me.

Before he can get the chance to do that I start pulling his jeans and boxers down. Freeing his already fully hard dick from the restraint of his boxers. I was amazed, I had never been with someone so big before, but of course I don't know why I would be shocked.

I take him into my hands looking into his green eyes innocently before he throws his head back with a groan.

“Fuck” was all he could manage in this moment.

When he met my eyes again they told me everything he was needing and thinking right now. I slowly lick a stripe all the way from the base to the tip earning several moans from Dean. His eyes were trained on me almost as if he couldn't look away. I took him as fully into my mouth as I could, gagging slightly from his size. I start bobbing my head on his dick making sure that he feels the same magic that I was just a moment ago. He start squirting gripping at the sheets my hair and anything he could get his hands on

Suddenly but still with a hint of softness and love he grabs my chin and pulls my face to his. Our foreheads pressed together, both of us catching a breath of much needed air, breathing into each other's gaze. Lips glistening with saliva, faces flushed, and breathing heavy. We've never looked more beautiful together I'm sure of it.

“I couldn't last much longer with you doing that” he lets out breathlessly “it's my turn now” he continues with a smirk and brow raise.

I laugh as he flips us once again. He's back on top and taking my pants off like his life depending on it. He stopped briefly after sliding my underwear off delicately down my legs and throwing them off the bed to admire his masterpiece before him. He softly smiled taking in every curve, scar, freckle…everything.

Our lips meet again but this time softer, slower. He was savoring this and honestly so was I. He was between my legs. We were slowly moving with each other, our chests grazing each others or lips never not connected, his hands never leaving my body. He moves one of his hands down my body and then to his own, he has himself in his hand when he slowly glides himself into me. Our mouths drop in unison.

“Oh my g-” he tries to get out

“You feel amazing” he groans and lifts himself slightly so he can start thrusting.

First slowly, letting me get my bearings and then as if he can't control it anymore he starts going hard and deep. We're both a mess of moans, heat, sweat and lust. His hair disheveled from my hands, relentlessly running through and grasping at it. Then I start to feel it, I'm choking for air, I'm doing everything to keep my eyes from screwing themselves shut.

“Dean…you’re amazing…th-this feels amazing” you moan and sing praise to him which furthers him more on his mission to make me feel better than I've ever felt. He’s picking up speed, it's desperate, filled with groans and moans.

“Baby… i'm almost there” he struggles to grunt out.

Then it happens, I feel him coming undone inside me. He pulls out slowly as if he never wanted to leave and goes to roll to be on his back. Rolling with me so that I'm laid up on his chest. I don't know if ive ever seen him this smiley and giggly. It's very clear he's proud of himself and he has every reason to be.

“That .. was.. awesome” he says, still trying to catch his breath, chuckling slightly in disbelief.

I didn't know it yet and Dean was playing it cool but it was undeniable. We were something real, something committed, something romantic… we were falling in love…

[spnbabe67]

Confess Your Lust

Kinktober Day 25: Power Exchange (D.W.)

Pairing: Sub!Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1928

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F. Rec), PiV, D/s dynamics, Sub!Dean (don't know if that counts as a warning)

Summary: Dean likes it when Tori takes control

Authors Note: Title inspired by the song Do It For Me by Rosenfeld

Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo /Square Filled: Power Exchange

Tag List: @zepskies @king-of-milf-lovers @nightxcreature

It wasn’t often that Dean let himself be vulnerable. Practically from birth it was instilled in him to be the strong one, keeping his emotions and his softer side quiet. It’d been a long road of relearning that sentiment, and Tori had been his biggest supporter in the endeavor, in more ways than one. She hadn’t judged him the first time he suggested she take control, take things further than the typical ‘harder, faster’, while they made a mess of their sheets, easily falling into the role he’d asked of her. She hadn’t been mocking or dismissive. She’d been kind and understanding, only taking it as far as he wanted, checking with him along the way, and it made him fall in love with her even more. Gradually, Tori had gotten more and more confident, oftentimes initiating the switch without him asking, much to his delight. 

Like tonight.

Dean knelt on the floor between Tori’s legs as she sat on their bed clad in a pair of his boxers and an old oversized AC/DC t-shirt. His eyes were locked on hers as she carded her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. 

“Tell me what you want, De.” Her voice was smooth like honey, intonation gentle as she dragged a finger down the side of his face to tip his chin up either further. 

“Let me touch you, please.” Dean pleaded. He didn’t whine; that was one of her rules. No whining. He could beg and plead until his voice went hoarse, but he could never whine.

“Tell me why.” Tori countered, pulling her hand away to place it on the bed beside her. “Why should I let you touch me?”

“‘Cause I’ve been good.” God she was beautiful. Dean couldn’t pull his eyes from her even if he wanted to. They’d left the bedside lamp on and the warm glow from the bulb glanced off her features in a way that made her look simply ethereal, her raven hair unbound and spilling down her shoulders and down her back. 

“How good?”

“I’ve been so good.” Dean ran his hands up and down his thighs, his fingers itching to reach out and touch her, but knew better. She’d already instructed him to strip down to his boxers. “Please, I’ve been good. Let me touch you.”

Dean watched her with bated breath as she seemed to mull his plea over, cocking her head to the side as she examined him. He could feel a warm blush creeping up the sides of his neck as her keen gaze dragged down his bare torso, down to where his cock strained against the cotton of his boxers. He saw her eyes darken with desire, fighting her own waning desire; they were both getting used to this.

“Be gentle.” Tori spoke after minutes of silence. 

Dean resisted the urge to immediately reach out and pull her to him, to mold his mouth against hers. Instead, he gently caressed his fingertips up the outside of her leg, tracing it from her ankle up to her knee. He leaned in, brushing his lips against the inside of her knee, truly the ghost of a kiss, his eyes falling shut. He mimicked his movements on the other side, feeling her shiver at his light touches. 

Tori’s hand found his head again in an encouraging grip as his lips moved higher and higher on her thigh, letting his tongue flick out every so often, tasting her skin. His fingers followed his mouth along the outside of her thighs, hooking on the waistband of her boxers. He could see a wet spot already formed in the gray fabric, a testament of how she was having just as hard a time resisting him as he was with her. She lifted her hips, aiding him in slowly pulling her boxers down her legs. His mouth started to water at the sight of her pussy, soaked in her arousal, just inches from his face.

He went to lean in, to put his mouth right where they both wanted it when Tori took hold of his hair, halting his forward trajectory.

“What do you say?” Tori breathed.

“Please. Please let me make you feel good.” 

Tori eased her grip. “Good boy. Go ahead.”

Dean grinned up at her as he slid his hands up and down her thighs, gripping the tops of them as he leaned forward, nuzzling the inside of her thigh. Just as he felt her impatience start to boil over, Dean connected his lips to her dripping core, laving his flattened tongue up her center, pulling a shaky moan from Tori’s lips. His lips wrapped around her clit, placing open mouthed kisses over her heat, lapping her up. 

“That’s it, De. You got it, Baby.” Tori moaned

Gradually, the grip Tori’s hand had in his hair grew tighter, holding his face between her legs as he slipped a finger inside her. Her inner walls pulsated around the digit as he curled it upwards, seeking that spot he knew would have her cumming on his mouth and hands in no time. She moaned harshly as he added another finger, working them both in at a steady pace. He felt her start to clench around his fingers, her legs wanting to close around him, but stopped by his grip on her thigh with the hand not knuckle deep in her pussy. 

A string of filthy curses fell from his lover's lips as she came hard on his face, hips rocking against his mouth. Tori knotted her fingers in his hair, pulling Dean away from between her legs, finally locking her lips against his own. Dean let her guide him up off his knees, groaning as the stiffness of them protested the movement. She pulled him up, letting him chase her up the bed. That was until she flipped them, laying him flat on his back with him grinning breathlessly up at her. Tori snagged his hands as they instinctually went to their place on her hips, pinning them above his head.

“These,” She squeezed his wrists. “Stay here, yeah?”

Dean nodded vigorously, sure his pupils were blown wide with lust and affection. 

“Words, Babe. I need words.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Dean agreed, flattening his hands against the headboard as Tori straightened again, straddling his hips. 

He groaned deep in his chest as Tori rolled her hips over his painfully hard cock, still encased in his boxers. He could feel her wet warmth through the material as she teased him. His lips parted, mouth falling open slightly as she slipped his boxers down his legs, letting them rest around his knees, not giving him the option of having them all the way off. His head fell back against the pillow, biting his lip so hard he could have sworn he tasted blood as her warm hand finally wrapped around his length pumping him once, twice. 

“How bad do you want this?” Tori’s voice even more sultry, her brown eyes half lidded once Dean dragged his head back up to look at her.

“So, so bad.” Dean begged, his voice thick with desire, not being able to help his hips bucking up against her hand. “I want you so bad. I need you, please.”

His hands curled into fists, having to force himself from reaching out to touch her. Tori leaned back over his body and Dean’s eyes fell shut, leaning up to meet her kiss. A kiss that never came. Instead he was met with a cheeky, breathless laugh next to his ear, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. 

“I like it when you beg.” Tori whispered in his ear, nipping at the shell of it before pulling back. 

Dean’s mouth did drop open this time, mostly in disbelief of how fucking hot that exchange was. I’m so damn lucky she’s mine. His eyes damn near rolled back in his head as Tori shifted her weight, slowly lowering herself down, letting the head of him slip inside her. His jaw clenched tightly as she teased him, slowly inching him inside her just to lift herself back off, repeating the movement in painstaking segments. He whimpered as she finally sunk all the way down, his cock fully sheathed inside her. He jumped slightly of the sensation of her hands bracing on his chest, her palms smoothing along his pecs as she raised herself up until only the head of him remained inside her, then slid back down. Again and again she did it, teasing not only herself, Dean knew, but him too. But that was the game, and he knew she loved playing it as much as he did. 

But there grew a point where he could no longer take it, take keeping his hips from bucking up into her warmth, from reaching up again and taking hold of her waist, bouncing her on his cock. 

“Tori.” Dean let out a strangled whimper. “Faster, please.”

“But I like this pace.” She said mockingly, not changing her tempo

Bullshit. He knew she hated this as much as he did. 

“But I could be persuaded if you just said please.” Tori said, dragging her nails down his chest.

“Please.” Dean begged, gripping the pillow under his head.

Tori stuck to her word, moving her hips faster, even if it was at an incrementally higher pace.

“Please, baby, please.” Dean whimpered. The word became a one track record stuck on repeat, falling from his lips as he chased her warmth around him. 

Gradually her hips sped up to a manageable rhythm, a rhythm where both of them could enjoy this. Dean could feel her walls start to throb around him as she ground down on him with each pass. A trickle of sweat trailed down his forehead to his temple, soaking into the pillow under him as he held himself back from that growing pit in his belly. He knew better, knew to wait for her word. 

“Almost there baby. Just a bit longer for me, yeah?” Tori panted using her hands on his chest as leverage as she bounced up and down on him, her thigh muscles flexing with each movement. 

He could feel her knees inching closer to his waist, her inner walls squeezing him tighter and tighter as they both neared that edge. Finally, his name fell from her lips, a plea and a release, granting him permission as her orgasm rolled over him. A broken moan edged out of him as he came hot and hard inside her, hands fisted so hard in the pillow he thought he heard a stitch pop. Both of them breathed heavy as Dean helped Tori pull his limp cock from inside her, allowing her to lay on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her hair as his hand rubbed her back as they both laid there soaking in each others after-sex glow. 

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Dean murmured to her.

Tori laughed tiredly, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Thanks, Babe.”

“Thank you.” He hugged her tightly.”I needed that.”

“I know.” Tori smiled at him, pecking a kiss to his lips before reaching over to turn the light off.

Dean stroked Tori’s back until he felt her breaths even out, knowing she was asleep. He sighed, his chest swelled with love for the woman laying atop him, appreciating in the moment just how lucky he was to have her. Eventually, he too was lulled to sleep by the sounds of Tori’s soft breathing. What a better way to fall asleep?

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hii, since you asked for some Sam requests, I throught about this.

What about something where reader (female if possible) is a werewolf and it's like full moon, and she's super insecure because she doesn't want to hurt him but he stays with her during the transformation? And it's just super fluffy before and after? Also, It would be great if It was season 1 Sam :3

Thank you in advance, don't worry if you can't or don't want to do this request^^

Have a good day/night <3

.⋆｡Beneath The Moonlight｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x werewolf!plus size reader

You have a deadly secret that you’ve been keeping for almost 12 years but when Sam Winchester blows back into your life, he proves to you that it’s ok to need someone else to help with the burden

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, fear, brief references to a werewolf’s diet, self-harm in the form of using silver against herself, fluff, almost confession, I made her a little more of a traditional werewolf cause I can, brief mention of dead parents, Dean really wants to be Sammy’s wingman

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Your eyes darted to the clock above the kitchen sink as you sliced off yet another piece of pie for the ravenous hunter in your living room. There was just about an hour left till sunset- only an hour until the full moon would breach the horizon and you would be swallowed up by the monster that lived in your chest.

Even now, you could feel her flexing her claws and pushing against the walls of your mind. She wanted out and she would do anything to be free.

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing back the sting of tears as you took a deep breath and left the solitude of your small kitchen.

Sam and Dean, the sons of the man that saved you from a werewolf pack 12 years ago. John made it a habit to check in on you every once in a while but after he went missing, Dean decided that he should take on that responsibility. So as you were preparing to weather out another full moon chained up in the basement beneath your isolated farmhouse, the younger two Winchesters appeared on your doorstep, inviting themselves in. 

You knew you had to get them out, no one knew your secret and if they found out, you were sure that a silver bullet to the heart was in your future.

“It’s gettin kinda late don’t you think?” You desperately tried to keep your voice level but the flash of hazel told you that you weren’t doing a very good job. You handed Dean his third slice of pie while vehemently ignoring Sam’s gaze.

He had always known how to read your body language, even when you were both 10. “I thought you liked having us here sweetheart.” Dean attempted to croon but instead spat pie chucks across your coffee table. You shot him a look and he sheepishly wiped it up with his shirt sleeve

“I’ve got jobs I have to do early tomorrow and if you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly have the space to house two hunters.” Dean paused mid-bite and cleared his throat before a devious smirk grew over his lips.

“Well I guess not but you certainly have room for one.” Before you could comprehend what the older boy was implying, he had wolfed down the rest of his pie and sprung up from the couch with a speed you thought he could never possess, and ran out the front door while yelling behind him. “Have a good night!”

The roar of the Impala’s engine carried over the quiet fields surrounding your house before Sam was even halfway down the hall. Your hands trembled as he walked back into the room, an embarrassed smile on his face. “I’m sorry about him. I can call a taxi or just walk back to town if you really want me gone.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine Sam. Let me clean up and I’ll set up the bed for you.” Your throat was tight with anxiety as you felt the beast inside you grin. He’ll make a good snack, you could hear her say.

“I couldn’t take your bed.” He started but you waved him off with what you hoped was a comforting smile and not a grimace. 

“You’re too tall to fit on the couch and I won’t accidentally wake you up in the morning if you’re in my room.” Sam’s footsteps followed you into the kitchen. “Go on, I’ll only be a couple minutes. There should be some extra soap in the hall closet if you want a shower.”

You chanced a look back at your friend and caught the briefest glimpse of a soft look on his face. “Thank you.” He silently turned and left, presumably to make use of your small shower, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

If he was in your bedroom, he wouldn’t hear your screams as you turned.

——————

Pain blazed through your veins like a drug, slowly ripping you apart only to stitch you back together and do it all over again. She hated that you had tied yourself up like a dog- a silver infused iron chain wrapped around your neck and bolted to the reinforced concrete floor, the muzzle that kept her from howling bound tightly to your face and the handcuffs around your wrist that prevented you from moving lest the pure silver burn through your skin.

You eased yourself back against the far wall of the basement and turned your head to look out the lone window in the room. It was small and protected by iron bars but it allowed the warm summer breeze to wash over you, granting you a brief reprieve from the agony you were in.

As the weak moonlight finally brushed over you, your senses sharpened. You could smell the leftovers in your fridge and the scent of soap, you could see the small bugs that flew past the window and the small particles of dust that floated through the dark air. You could hear footsteps-

The basement door creaked open and you whimpered, the sound too grating on your sensitive ears. “Leave!” You snarled, your voice deeper and more dangerous as the wolf slowly consumed your mind. The footsteps continued.

Sam appeared at the bottom of the stairs, dressed only in his jeans and a t-shirt. He smelt like you with a mixture of his natural musk that you could only detect when he hugged you. His eyes were downturned and shining with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” The laugh bubbled up from your chest before you could stop it. It was broken and sounded more like a hyena’s cackle than any sound a human could make.

“I only know hunters, what would happen if I told them I need to eat hearts to live?” Sam flinched but didn’t look scared, he almost looked… sheepish.

“Guess you’re right.” He stepped closer to you, his tall body now illuminated by the pale moonlight. “What I meant to say was, why didn’t you tell me?” 

Silence washed over the both of you and your eyes dropped down. The shadows around you were steadily getting shorter, closing you into the far corner of the basement in a vain attempt to keep your wolf at bay.

“You left, like you were meant to. I’m meant to be alone.” You were struggling to speak as your mind slipped into a more primitive state. “Alone- can’t hurt anyone.”

Your ribs cracked and Sam stepped forward. Another wave of his scent washed over you making your chest rumble with a pleased sound. “I would’ve stayed, for you.” 

Warmth bloomed across your face even as your back collided with the cool brick wall. “I would’ve taken care of you.” He slowly dropped to his knees only an arm’s length away from you, the moonlight following behind him. 

Suddenly you were both ten years old again and grappling with the concept that the monsters in your nightmares were real. But yet again, there was the hazel-eyed son of a hunter telling you that everything was going to be ok and that even if no one else was, he would be there for you, no matter what.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Sh-sh-should be scared.” You growled but nuzzled into his touch anyway, desperate for the first piece of physical affection you had felt since your parents died. He smiled and took the chance to place his other hand beneath where the collar rested across your neck.

“I could never be scared of you.” Your eyes sparkled with tears which he quickly wiped away as soon as they fell. “And you don’t need to be scared of hurting me or anyone else for that matter. I’ll protect you.”

The moon bathed both of you in a serene light for only a moment before your vision began to blur and your body trembled under the strain of your transformation. “I won’t leave you behind, never again.” But it sounded more like ‘I love you’.

And as you finally surrendered to the monster within you, Sam’s face was the last thing you saw and for the first time since you had been condemned to this life, you knew peace.

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Raven Eyes

Summary: Half-Demon and half-angel, the reader struggles to control her outbursts of anger. Until she meets someone who makes her blood boil in a whole other way. She searches for her half-sister, Claire, with the help of the Winchester brothers and finds that, maybe, being human isn't all bad.

Requested by @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld : “Hey can i request a Dean or Sam Winchester x reader where the reader is a Nephalem (half angel half demon) and super powerful because Nephalem are the most powerful hybrid and Dean or Sam fall in loved with her because she is so sweet, shy, etc and in the end they end together? With smut is you want to added"

Pairing: Dean x Nephalem!reader 

Word Count: 11,913

Rating: mature 18+ MDNI

Warnings: not canon, language, mature themes, reverse age gap (kind of), violence/blood (gun, biting, restraints - Claire is tied to a chair), smut (p in v, unprotected sex), brief mention of body insecurity, injury, nightmares, maybe some anger control issues, angst, a little pining, kissing/cuddling, reader has one defining characteristic (raven eyes), star wars trilogy spoilers? (brief mention), mention of Sam and Dean slash fiction

A/N: This really got away from me, especially the word count, lol. The reader has both sweet/shy moments and bold/sassy ones; but I thought it was a good mix of energy for an angel/demon hybrid. Enjoy!

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Ugh...

You kicked the empty can under your foot down the dark alleyway. It landed in a puddle with a splash and you growled and kicked the glass bottle next. It shattered against the brick wall at the dead end, scattering into a myriad of pieces that rippled the top of the same puddle. 

Finally, that felt great. 

You just needed to break something. So, you did it again, lining up the next beer bottle. This one, full and unopened. You'd brought it outside with you from the bar you were currently venting behind. 

Alcohol did little to nothing for you, you were pretty sure the only buzz you ever got off it could be chalked up to a placebo effect. 

The bottle hit the wall, popped, and fizzed as it streamed down the bricks. The amber liquid staining a trail to the pavement below. It was somewhat satisfying, but... you wanted to break more shit. 

So much more. 

It was the demon’s blood in you, the urge to create chaos and torment just for fun. Although, ninety percent of the time it lost out to the half of you that was part angel. 

You didn't want to be evil and you didn't want to be good. You were all shades of grey and that was fine because you knew exactly who you were. Sort of. 

You were a Nephalem; half-demon, half-angel. 

Yeah, your parents were a piece of work. Try growing up in that household. Literal definition of having an angel on one shoulder and a devil -or in this case, a demon- on the other. 

But opposites attract, right. 

You never really fit in. As a child or now as an adult. Not with your father's angelic colleagues or your mother's demonic friends. You were one of a kind. 

'Unique. Unlike any other.' Your father would tell you.

'Powerful. A force to be reckoned with.' Your mother would say.

You loved them, your parents. Even if they drove you nutty and pulled at your limbs like some savage game of tug-o-war. Castiel and Meg had good intentions but you needed to stand on your own two feet for the first time.

So, here you were hanging out in the back alley of some highway dive off to the side of some two-star motel. Popping the cork on your own internal bottle of frustrations. The blood in your veins could only be shaken so much before you lost control and that was the point of breaking shit.

To calm your nerves and it usually worked, but not tonight. Tonight was different.

Your -sort of- half-sister, Claire, called you up for some help on a case she was working on. Fucking werewolves. She needed back up but when you arrived you couldn't find her. Anywhere!

When you asked the greasy bartender if he'd seen her and showed him her picture on your phone, all he said was 'I wish I had, damn'. Then he proceeded to shake out his hand as if he'd touched something hot and made a crude face with a little wink added in your direction... you almost ripped his face off right there, but there were too many witnesses.

A waitress flirting with some guy with more hair than a barbie doll and some guys playing pool; one of them obviously hustling the others. He was kinda cute actually -had a nice smile, short dirty-blonde hair and a scruff on his jaw that was way too trimmed to be natural- but you weren't here for that.

You had to find Claire.

You fisted your hands until your fingernails dug into your palms and bleed. Then hissed and watched the skin stitch itself back together under the orange flood lights of the alleyway.

That helped a little. The pain. You did it again, satisfying the demon within and hissing out a breath at the sharp sting each nail made as they buried into your flesh. Then. You breathed in and out like your father taught you. Slow and steady.

Inhale: one, two, three... Exhale: one, two, three...

Then repeat as many times as it takes to appease the angelic grace entwined within your soul.

When your blood was at war it felt like the epic internal battle of a Jedi struggling with the force -you had forced your father, Cas, to watch the recent Star Wars trilogy with you a couple of days before you left to meet Claire and really connected to the Kylo Ren/Ben Solo character and his dilemma of whether to embrace the pull to the light or give into the dark side- but a nephalem didn't have that choice. The only solution was to embrace it all, whatever murky shade of grey that turned out to be. But there were times you still struggled with it, times you wished you had more control over your heart and mind.

Times like now with that fucking bartender. Who even has frosted tips anymore, seriously?! What a douche.

He knew something and he wasn't telling you, you could hear his heart beat just a fraction quicker when he lied.

You let out a frustrated howl and kicked at the puddle, splashing and jumping until your boots and pant legs were soaked. You growled and fisted your hair in your hands and pulled. Frustrated to no end.

"Now that's a losing battle, if I ever did see one." Said a husky voice and you spun around to nothing but shadows behind you at the mouth of the alley.

What? "Who said that?"

"Don't get me wrong, that was entertaining as hell but that puddle's always going to be a puddle." A man stepped out of the shadows with a twisted smirk. "Unless you have the right tools... Maybe a mop and bucket." Oh, he thinks he's funny. You didn't laugh, you glared and he stepped directly under the flood light near the rear door. He pumped his eyebrows once and rubbed the trimmed scruff on his chin. "Geez, tough crowd. Why you so pissy, squirt?"

"Fuck off." Your guard was up.

"Big language for such a little girl. You're trouble, aren't you?" He said with a deep laugh. He fucking laughed. And took a step closer when you didn't respond. "You kiss your momma with that mouth?"

"My mother would rip you to shreds just for sneaking up on me."

Seriously, how'd he do that? You were usually hyper aware of your surroundings... but you were also in your head, duelling it out.

He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your wet jeans sticking to your calves. His tongue teased his bottom lip and he met your stare again. You scowled knowing exactly what he was thinking and crossed your arms in front of your chest to obstruct his view.

"You got some fire in you, squirt."

Screw you, pretty boy.

"Call me, squirt, one more time. I. Dare. You." You said through clenched teeth and stepped out of the puddle, bringing you chest to chest with this man.

Okay, maybe chest to chin -you still had to look up at him- but you weren't as small as he made you sound, at least you didn't think so. But one thing was for sure, you were a lot older than you looked, probably older than him... but you were kind of immortal too, so there was that.

You looked near the same age though, for what it's worth, and you felt young. Out from under your parents' -hypothetical for the most part- wing for the first time. No more babysitter.

He looked amused, "Okay, little trouble. Wanna tell me what's got your feathers in a fluff?"

"The hell do you care?"

His expression turned emotionless like a poker face, "Maybe I don't." Then he smiled, "Or maybe, I do."

You knew where you'd seen him before now, playing pool inside, "How'd you do with your little side hustle?"

"Oh, I cleaned up," he smirked, he saw you watching him inside. "I'm Dean, by the way... Winchester. And you are?" He asked, keeping his arms crossed against his chest and mirroring you.

"Leaving," you said quietly and unintentionally shoving your shoulder into his as you walked for the exit of the alley.

Fucking Dean Winchester. You knew exactly who he was, you just didn't know what he looked like, until now. Your father warned you to stay away. Said he was the type to shoot first and ask questions later and if he found out you were a nephalem, that's exactly what he'd do.

"Hold up a second, squirt." He called as he jogged after you and grabbed your arm.

Dean yanked you back and you spun around, twisting out of his hold. You smacked him in the chest and he shoved back into the brick wall. Hard. You always forget how fragile humans were, you didn't spend much time with them after all.

He huffed like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. His eyes wide and watching you. Yeah, you were strong as hell and that was only ten percent. You felt a little bad for the poor guy but he did ask for it. You clearly wanted to be left alone.

"I told you not to call me that!" You growled, pointing your finger in his face. "I don't have time for this."

"Why? Got some mailboxes to knock over?" He teased and rubbed his chest when you backed off. "Oh, please tell me you're gonna spray paint obscene doodles on the billboard across the street... I'll help. Need a lookout?"

If he was flirting, it wasn't landing and if he was teasing, it was pissing you off. You weren't some teenager tagging billboards, even if that jackass CEO, Dick Roman, deserved it. You didn't know why, you just didn't like him or his cheesy smile, but he'd get his, they usually do. 

"What do you want?" You huffed at him, glancing down at his hands just in case. 

You heard the stories of the Winchester brothers. They weren't opposed to sucker punches, especially with an angel blade. Even if an angel blade could hardly hurt you, your mother trained you to always be prepared, vigilant.

"You were asking around about a blonde girl, Claire Novak, I'm a friend of hers. Actually, more like a big brother and I haven't been able to reach her." He confessed and took a step forward, then another and another until you were the one backed up against the opposite wall of the alleyway. "What do you want with her?"

For a human, you had to admit, he was fucking intimidating. His eyes hooded, nostrils flared and you felt his hand fist the collar of your t-shirt. You could easily push him off if you wanted but the brush of his knuckles over your collarbone made your knees knock together and you practically swallowed your tongue.

The feuding blood in your veins quieted as your heart beat a little faster and sweat broke out across your skin. Your lips fell open and you just stared up at him. At a loss for words.

Was this what it was like to feel... human? Desire? Vulnerability?

But you weren't vulnerable, not physically, your power outmatched that of a nephilim. Nephilim had the inconvenience of having to be half-human where that half of you was all demon. Pure darkness and indignation.

Being a nephalem wasn't easy. Especially being the only one ever known to exist. You had to carve your own path.

You had a conscience about the bad things you did and a will to do good, but nothing was ever that simple. You'd do a good deed to appease the angel grace pumping in your veins but it would always turn out sideways. And when you did something bad -perhaps out of selfishness and greed- you'd feel bad.

Demons had it easy. Do what you want, when you want. Angels had it even better though, their good always turned out good. Despite the fact that not all angels were all that good and not all demons were all bad.

If they couldn't figure it out with one blood line, how would you?

You felt like you were constantly at battle with yourself. But, at least, you weren't human.

Compared to the man in front of you, he was like a fly. A gnat. And you'd toy with him for a bit if he could keep making you feel this way.

Calm.

The crimson waters in your veins were quiet -for the first time in sooo long- and all you had to do was look into his eyes. They were hooded in the darkness of the night but you felt it, his soul staring back at you. You often wondered if you had a soul.

Probably, everything else seemed to have one.

Perhaps, not everything about being human was terrible. It beat the hell out of the internal anguish, always fighting with yourself, always angry. And suddenly you never wanted Dean to leave. Even if your father did warn you about him.

Maybe humans were powerful after all. Maybe, it was just this one human.

You grabbed his wrist above his watch -his fist still clutching your collar- and exhaled over his lips, only an inch away from yours. His breathing turned sharp too and you smelt whiskey on his breath. Peach whiskey. You gave him a cheeky smile.

That was a chick's drink.

"Why are you looking for Claire?" He repeated, his eyes somehow darker in the shadow of the night.

"She's my friend," you lied, continuing to pretend he had you right where he wanted you.

It was really the other way around.

"You're friends?"

You nodded, "Yeah, some people have those."

You kind of wished Castiel had told Dean about you. It wouldn't come as such a surprise then. Maybe you could hide it, though, and tag along to find your sister. It could be fun to watch the brothers in action. Plus, everything was so quiet around him. Even in his intensity and you didn't want it to stop.

"Claire doesn't have friends." He stated.

"She has at least one."

He didn't need to know that you were kind of related to Claire, just that you didn't mean her any harm. Most of the time. Sometimes she pissed you off and sometimes you pissed her off.

"Wait, friend as in 'friend'?" He said as if he used air quotes but he didn't let go of your shirt collar to actually make them.

What the hell else did 'friend' mean? -Ohhhh... good for Claire. But gross, she was your sister. You had flashbacks to reading fanfics of Sam-slash-Dean online. Your father told you to stay away, but you were curious and although it may not have proven for the most serious intel on the boys, the stories were captivating. 

You scrunched up your face and stared at him. You couldn't tell him you were sisters. So, you just shook your head.

Dean laughed, "Huh, didn't know that kid could stop pissing people off for a second long enough to make a friend."

You nodded but frowned when he released your shirt collar and took away his hand. If you had wanted him to back off, you would've made him. You kept a hold of his wrist.

"Let go, little devil."

If only he knew how ironic that nickname was. You were the daughter of a demon not Lucifer but, same diff; it was close enough.

You let him go. You didn't want to, but you did.

"Do you know where she is?" You asked, both wanting to keep the conversation going and needing the answer.

"Nope. Was hoping you did."

"The bartender knows something." You mumbled.

You breathed a heavy breath, letting the anger from before defuse a little as it tried to resurface. No losing control this time. Your parents weren't here to help you this time. No cleaning up any messes. You were on your own. Like you wanted.

"Let's go talk to him, then." Dean grinned and patted your shoulder.

His hand slid down to the small of your back as he led you back around to the entrance of the bar. Every ounce of anger flushed away with his touch and you no longer felt that inch of demon blood in your veins.

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Dean wiped the blood from his knuckles with a rag from the trunk of a shiny black muscle car parked in the lot. You stood next to him and watched stoically as he did so. He glanced up at you and mistook your awe for fear.

"I'm sorry. I should've warned you when someone messes with my family, I get-" He started in a soft voice but cut himself off before he could finish. "Just sometimes, things get... messy."

Messy?! He beat the ever-loving hell out of that bartender when the guy hit on you again and evaded all your questions... Until he didn't.

Dean was just as fucked up as you were. He was angry and at war with himself, constantly, you could see it. You saw that look in the mirror all the time. He took the bloodiest route to being good. He was all shades of grey, just like you. And you had to admire how much he cared about the people he thought of as family.

"Don't ever let a man disrespect you like that." He locked eyes with you.

Something different in his gaze this time. Warmer and intense. Too intense, you had to look away.

You never did let guys get away with it, but you couldn't exactly go all super-girl on the bartender's ass either with Dean watching, now could you? Super-girl was a hero, though... You weren't the villain but you weren't the heroine either. Maybe an anti-hero, actually? Like Ben Solo? You could live with that.

"So, what now?" You asked, sitting on the edge of the open trunk next to him. "We go to this Haden-guy's cabin in the woods? Sounds like a trap."

The bartender said Claire had her eye on some regular guy all night but never talked to him. Though, she did leave right after he did. That was the only lead we had since this shit-hole had no working security cameras.

"Exactly, that's why we're gonna get Sammy first." He said, tossing the bloody rag into the trunk and securing the hidden hatch shut after pulling out a case of silver bullets.

Sammy, his little brother, you knew as much about the boys as every other demon or angel. You just didn't know how being around Dean would affect you.

"Where's Sam?"

Dean gave you a half smirk and a little shrug of his shoulders, then he winked at you. And what the hell did that mean?

Oh wait, you suddenly remembered seeing a walking L'oreal-ad-of-a-man, matching Sam's description, flirting with the waitress before stomping out to the back alley to have your little temper tantrum like a child. You blew off steam though without hurting anyone so you weren't embarrassed. That was a win in your book.

"I'll go get him, you wait here." Dean said, cocking his freshly loaded gun with silver bullets and tucking it into the back of his jeans. "Don't disappear on me, little devil."

You smiled, actually starting to like that nickname as you watched him walk towards the motel across the parking lot. He knocked on room number sixteen and waited a long moment before he pounded harder on it.

You stretched out your legs and pushed up from the edge of the trunk but something kept your ass in place. Like you were frozen, sort of, you could only move further into the trunk.

Something was wrong.

You glanced back quickly before Dean could notice you struggling to stand up like an ordinary human. You twisted in your seat but there was nothing unusual in the trunk, then you looked up at the lid.

Fucking hell.

There was a demon trap on the upside of the trunk lid. You glanced back at Dean who was now striding back towards you on bowed legs.

Shit. You twisted your arm above you and scratched at the edge of the trap. Glad that the front of the car was facing Dean instead of the back. 

"He'll be out in a minute," Dean said, rounding the back of the Impala just as you snapped up from your seat and slammed the lid shut. He narrowed his eyes on you, "Everything all right?"

"Yeah, peachy." You dusted off the back of your black skinny jeans ungracefully.

"O-kay," he stared at you for a moment as you shifted from heel to heel, "Get in the car."

You walked around to his side of the car, knowing Sam probably had dibs on the passenger seat and opened the rear door. You hesitated and looked inside, checking for more demon traps.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked and you noted Sam exiting the motel room, he walked towards you as he buttoned up his blue flannel and straightened his jeans. "Don't tell me you're scared?"

"Hardly," you said unconvincingly and crawled into the backseat when you didn't see any reason not to.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, Baby here is stocked up like a tank, we can take whatever's waiting for us. Trust me."

He was cocky, wasn't he, but it made you laugh. He had even more artillery than he thought, with you around.

Dean shut the door behind you and dumped himself into the driver's seat, Sam joining only moments later.

"Uh, hi?" Sam said to you, half turned in his seat.

"Hi," you waved shyly.

He was a lot bigger in person. The top of his head nearly hit the roof and his hair was gorgeous and thick. You played with the ends of your hair, wishing you had less split ends. Maybe you should cut it. Also, what kind of all powerful nephalem still gets split ends?! Talk about unfair.

"She's a friend of Claire's." Dean said, revving up the engine and peeling off down the road.

You didn't know how he knew where he was going. You didn't look at any maps with him. Maybe they'd been here longer than you and already surveyed the area? Claire probably called them too, you didn't have a cell phone and relied on her praying to you when she needed you. She didn't always trust you'd show up and she wouldn't have told them about you.

"Does 'the friend of Claire's' have a name?"

Sam asked his brother and side eyed you.

"Yeah, of course she does."

"And?" Sam inquired.

Dean hesitated and chewed his lip as he glanced at you in the rearview mirror. He never asked. "What's your name, little devil?"

Sam screwed up his face and mouthed 'little devil' dubiously to himself. You guessed it wasn't a typical nickname he gave women.

"Y/N."

You didn't give a last name. You supposed you didn't really have one. Castiel and Meg could never settle on one long enough.

"Y/N," Dean repeated in his deep voice. It felt like wings in your stomach to hear him say your name. "You don't look like a Y/N."

"Well, it's the only name I got." You snapped, a little hurt. You liked your name, it was the only thing your parents ever truly agreed on.

Dean chuckled and glanced back in the mirror again. "You’re cute when you're frustrated, Y/N."

The dork was teasing you. He either thought he was funny or flirting, you couldn't tell which. Maybe both, you didn't like it. It was new territory for you. You didn't often bother with humans, but Dean was different. He was a lot like you in many ways and he was -mostly- adorable. When he wasn't intentionally trying to be annoying. 

You blushed -first time that ever happened- and kept quiet for the rest of the drive. Dean explained to Sam what you were about to walk in on and they already seemed to know it was werewolves so you didn't bother to pipe up.

The woods were dark and the sound of wind eerily howled through the treetops. You'd have shivered if you were scared at all but you couldn't be harmed, not really. Someone would really have to get the drop on you for that to happen. And what else was there to be scared of?

You only worried about Dean. It was nice having him around. You realized now why your father liked him so much. You didn't know Sam all that well, though and he kept giving you ‘off’ glances as if he was trying to figure you out. As if he knew you were hiding something.

Barbie doll was too smart for his own good.

"Here, take this?" Dean said, shoving a silver gun in your hands after he'd parked down the road from Haden's cabin.

"Uh-" you held it between your forefinger and thumb, as if you really didn't want to hold it. You never used a gun before. You never had to and you rather not. "I'm good, thanks."

You tried to hand it back to him before it went off. As if it was that touchy. He just stared at you confused.

"You need something to defend yourself. You have done this before, right? Hunting? You're a hunter?"

"Yeah, totally!" You over sold it.

Sure, you hunted before, but you used your powers and let’s face it, nothing was ever a challenge. Even a pack of werewolves couldn't take you. You could fight and hold your own but you never needed a gun.

But how could you tell Dean that?

You stared at the gun, still holding it in the air between you and he sighed, "Here, hold it like this."

Dean stalked behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You felt his chest on your back and you leaned back into him. Looking over your shoulder at his face next to yours. He let out a single puff of air, amused, and turned your head forward again with his hand on your chin.

His scruff brushed your cheek as he lined up the gun in both of your hands in front of you. You smelt sweet peaches on his breath again and melted in his arms as much as you could without him really noticing.

"Finger off the trigger. This hand-" he grabbed your non-dominant hand and wrapped it around the other already gripping the gun, "-goes here. Keep your thumb there." He pointed to the switch next to your thumb, "Safety's on," he switched it off, revealing a red dot in its place, "Off. Line up this point with this one." He pointed out the sights of the gun. "Never point it at anyone you don't plan on shooting. Got it?" 

"Got it," you breathed. 

Dean switched the safety back on and let you get used to the feel of it in your hands. You could use this hunk of metal one time, you guessed. 

If a human could then why not? You were superior in every way. Super-powered anti-hero in human disguise to the rescue! 

It was quiet outside in the woods as you inched towards the cabin. And before you knew it, you were inside searching for signs of Claire when you heard the boys bashing around in the other room. Grunting and smashing into things. Glass breaking and shots firing.

You had split up and with no sign of Claire you made your way back to them to help out. Finding Dean pinned by three werewolves while Sam fought off one with another on his back trying desperately to bite his neck.

The pack was bigger than the boys anticipated. And brawling. 

You didn't expect aiming the gun to be so difficult and after missing the first couple shots -hitting the drywall in front of Sam and scaring the shit out of him, which he showed with a glare in your direction and a shout of 'Stop helping!'- you aimed again. At the werewolf on Sam's back and shut your eyes.

You squeezed the trigger fast three times then listened as a body fell to the floor.

Thump.

You grit your teeth together, hoping and praying and peeled open your eyes.

Sam was still standing. Thank granddad. Dean would've hated you for friendly fire. You aimed at the werewolves standing over Dean next and emptied the rest of the clip into them. 

They fell to the floor and Dean fought off the last one as Sam finished off the other. 

Then things were silent again. 

"Holy shit! Good shootin', little devil." Dean laughed and fell against the wall to catch his breath. 

Sam just clenched his jaw and glared at you. 

What was his problem? Did he know you closed your eyes? You aimed better that way anyways. 

"Where's Claire?" Sam grunted and rubbed his neck where the werewolf had tried to bite him. But his hand was covered in blood, "Dammit."

"What?" Dean asked, standing tall and glancing at Sam's hand. "You're bit?... Sammy?!" 

Dean's hands were in his hair and he spun around on his heel in disbelief. Then stalked over to his brother and pulled aside Sam's shirt collar.

"No. Fuck, no!" Dean shouted and punched the wall next to them. 

Then he threw the only lamp left standing across the room. It shattered in his fit of rage and he pulled down the bookcase for good measure. 

You set down your gun and padded over to Sam. Sam, eyeing you the whole time with zero trust in his stare. You popped up on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his shoulders to whisper in his ear. 

"Close your eyes." 

Sam furrowed his brow while Dean was busy hyperventilating in the corner. Rubbing his hands all over his face and scrolling through contacts on his phone, probably trying to find some non-existent cure.

But Sam was bit and Sam would turn if you didn't do anything.

"Trust me for one minute. What do you have to lose?" You whispered again and Sam let his eyes fall shut.

You placed your palm over the bite and channelled your energy into healing him. A blue light pulsed from your hand and Sam hissed. It probably stung like a bitch. But it beat turning into a werewolf and having to munch on cow hearts just to survive.

You wiped away the blood from his neck with your sleeve, inspecting your work. The skin was perfectly smooth like the wolf's fangs never punctured through.

You smiled, finally something went the way you planned. Doing good felt good, when it went right.

"How do you feel?" You asked just to make sure.

"Better, I guess." Sam's eyes fluttered open and met yours. His gaze of hazel softer than before, though still hesitant. "Thank you, I think."

"No biggie. Just a little spell I picked up over the years." You shrugged. You didn't think the boys noticed the lie.

Them thinking you dabbled in witchcraft was probably safer than them knowing the truth. At least for now.

Dean stood up, hanging up his phone mid-ring and walking over to Sam to check out his no longer existent wound. He glanced at you and you noticed his itchy trigger finger at his side.

"You're a witch?" Dean accused as if you kicked his puppy.

"No."

"Bullshit! That wasn't elementary magic, Y/N!" He shouted but still didn't raise his gun.

"Dean, calm down, man. She saved my life." Sam said, stepping partially in front of you. "Just this once, don't freak out how you always do."

Huh, save his life once and the big guy's already on your side. A turn of events you didn't see coming. Maybe there was more to him than just barbie doll hair and fault-finding glares. He knew you were hiding the truth but he didn't seem to care anymore.

"Shut it, Sam." Dean gave his brother a sideways look. "You know how I feel about witches. Blood sacrifices, hex bags and bones everywhere. There's always a price with them."

He gestured towards you and you scowled back at him. Not only a little hurt because you just said you weren't a witch but also because... didn't he feel what was between you, too? Or was it all one sided?

Maybe you should've let Sam die. He'd still think you were human then. You could've hidden that part of you forever. Or, at least, until he started to notice you weren't aging.

But, no, Sam was cool. You were glad you saved him. Maybe you could erase Dean's memory of the past five minutes. You never tried that before but it should be possible, right?

"'M not a witch," you mumbled and watched your boots. "I'm not bad, I want to be good."

That was true. It was the most honest you'd been with a human or anyone ever and you really wanted Dean to like you. Maybe this was the way to go. With honesty.

"I could've hurt you. I could've killed you both." You glanced up and met Sam's hazel eyes then Dean's green ones. "And I wouldn't need the gun to do it."

It was a bit of a threat, but an honest one. And they both seemed to get the weight of your words when neither one of them looked away. They looked anxious like they didn't want to be caught off guard by your next move.

"I'm on your side as long as you're on mine-" you cut yourself off thinking you heard something.

There it was again. Like a banging in the distance. Did they hear it too? You furrowed your brow when you noticed Dean was speaking.

"What do you-"

"Shh," you cut him off and titled your head towards the noise to hear better.

Dean took a couple steps towards you. A glint in his eye.

"Did you just shush me, little dev-"

"Shhhhhh!" You shushed, pressing your palm over his mouth and listening intently.

Dean raised his eyebrows and you felt a smirk tug at his lips, which he clearly failed to hide and Sam huffed out a laugh at the scene.

"Do you guys hear that?" You asked but didn't remove your hand from Dean's mouth so he just shook his head.

"What is it?" Sam inquired.

Dean rolled his eyes and muttered something muffled. You flattened your hand over his mouth more and he groaned but didn't move away. He looked silently amused. Maybe, even... turned on?

"Claire," you said and the boys' eyes widened.

You walked away from them, towards the back of the house and then outside. Sam followed first, nearly tripping over your heels as you led him towards a shed at the edge of the property. Where the banging got louder to the point where you knew they could hear it too.

Dean came up from behind, all man-on-a-mission like, and pushed you both aside. He tried the door knob and when it didn't budge he proceeded to throw his body against the door. But it was sturdy as hell and he was only human.

You put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. Dean puffed hard and gave you a questioning look.

You punched out the deadbolt and twisted the knob until it gave way and the door slowly pushed open.

You smiled up at him and held out your hand as if to say, after him.

Let him go first. Let him feel useful.

He puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders. Silly, little human... but cute, silly, little human.

Dean took the opportunity and entered first, gun drawn. Sam next. Then you padded in afterwards, seeing Claire tied to a chair that was bolted to the ground.

Her wrists were bloody and raw and her nose looked busted. You scrunched up your face, hating seeing her hurt like that and waited for Dean to first untie her before you made your way over to her. 

Claire ripped the duct tape from her mouth, "About time you showed up," she snapped at you. 

"You were supposed to wait for me." You growled back, already feeling that anger bubble up within again. "Ungrateful, little-"

"Thank you." 

She must've seen the surprise on your face and started laughing. 

"It's way too easy to bust your balls, Y/N, lighten up a little, would you?" She smiled and you saw the blood dripping from her nose and staining her teeth. "I'm starving. Got anything to eat?"

Sisters are a pain in the ass. You didn't care if you were supposed to love her. She was beyond difficult and she knew it. But, you did still love her.

You touched her forehead, fingertips humming and glowing blue for a moment as you healed her. You didn't care if the boys saw, they already knew something was up.

And after everything, you wouldn't be so easily dismissed if they decided you were a threat. Dean was yours -you decided- but you wouldn't force him even if you could make his life a living hell if he didn't want to be a part of yours. You needed him to keep those parts of you quiet and he was damaged, too. He could use you, too. You could help him; help each other. You could try. But would he let you? If not, maybe you could be satisfied with just checking up on him from time to time. 

You hesitated a glance up at Dean, expecting contempt in his eyes. You should probably leave, take the memory of the way he calmed you and use that as an anchor, don't sully it with the look he'd give you now. Or when he found out what you were -who you were. But you couldn't stop your eyes from finding his. And you couldn't decipher the look.

"I need a drink," Dean started, "and a burger." He looked at Claire, "I'm phoning Jody." Then back to you, "And we're gonna talk about this. All of it."

You nodded and waited for them to lead the way back to the Impala. You hung back with Claire.

"Do they know?" Claire whispered over to you.

You shook your head, feeling what could only be described as bubbles in your stomach. You decided it must be butterflies. You never had them before now.

What was Dean doing to you?

The more he looked at you the more you felt the way humans were supposed to feel. But you didn't think you were changing at all, not on a molecular level, anyways.

"Are you gonna tell them?" She asked.

You shrugged, you didn't want to talk about it, you didn't want to think about it. Claire didn't seem to understand and continued. As sisters do.

"Do you want me to talk to him? Maybe Castiel could-"

"No." You answered flatly.

Your mess, your problem. You didn't want your father cleaning things up for you again. Although, this time things were different, cleaner. You could keep it that way. You wouldn't hurt them and you wouldn't force them.

You wouldn't use your powers against them at all; you promised yourself.

"Cass?" Dean overheard and turned around to walk backwards. "You know Cass?"

Fucking Claire.

Don't lie. Don't lie. Don't lie... -Okay, little lie. Tiny little white lie. Teeny-weeny. 

"No-"

"-Yes." Claire answered at the same time as you.

Fucking sisters, you scowled to yourself.

"A little," you corrected yourself.

That wasn't a lie, was it?

"Mmm," Dean sighed and pointed. "No more lying, little devil."

"Oh, for the love of-" Claire exhaled way harder than necessary. She had less patience than you. You would've thought she was half demon. "He's her father!"

"Claire!" You growled.

Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Do not kill her!

You glared.

Inhale. Exhale.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks, you didn't notice until you ran face first into his chest.

"Ouch," you grumbled and rubbed out the pain from your nose.

You were all powerful, sure, but you still felt pain. And your eyes watered.

"Your Cass' kid?" Dean grabbed your shoulders and really looked at you. "How?"

You didn't look much like your father. You had Y/H/C hair and raven eyes. If it weren't for the whites around your eyes you could pass as a demon even when you didn't lose control. That was the main reason everyone was always scared of you. You looked -you laughed at yourself- like a little devil.

You could act like an angel a hundred percent of the time and as soon as they found out you were part demon and nephalem, not nephilim, they'd only see that and scatter.

Bite the bullet. Come clean. But if Dean didn't like you as a witch then-

"Remember Cass had that demon girlfriend?" Claire continued, as always, not minding her own damn business.

"Meg?" Sam asked, he'd stopped too.

The fucking car was right there. Thirty feet away! So close, yet might as well be an ocean away.

"So, you're a nephalem?" Sam asked again.

Did this guy live in a monster library?! Seriously, didn't he know someone with such great hair shouldn't be a total nerd, too. Like give the less L'oreal-inclined a chance, for crying out loud.

You didn't know what to say. You couldn't deny it and you refused to defend yourself to measly humans who'd probably still judge you by your eyes despite anything you said.

So, you nodded. And you realized Dean was still clutching your shoulders, a little tighter now that you noticed.

"Cass and Meg?" Dean said aloud like he was trying to process the information but his brain wouldn't let him.

You didn't dare move a muscle, not because you were scared but because you were scared of scaring them off. So, you just kept your eyes on his green orbs. Willing him to feel anything other than contempt for the demon blood inside you. 

How did puppy dog eyes go again? Castiel taught you it in case you ever came across the Winchester brothers. He said it would come in handy as opposed to using your powers. Not everything had to be taken by force. Not everything had to be a feat of strength. 'Sometimes honey works better than vinegar', he told you.

You ran down the checklist in your mind: (1) tilt your head down, (2) soften eyebrows, (3) look through your lashes, and (4) open your eyes just a fraction more -but not too much or you look surprised, not adorable. We want adorable. Oh! And (5) -this one was optional- pout your lips. This step was always a fail for you, though... you disregarded it and followed through with the rest.

Sam was soulless once and Dean still loved him. You had a soul, you thought, would he see it in your raven eyes?

Claire broke the silence, slicing through the thick air with her loud voice, "She has a temper sometimes, but she's never hurt anyone that didn't deserve it. Can you guys say the same about yourselves?" What was she doing? You knew they couldn't, that's one reason your father wanted you to stay away. "Because I can't."

"So you're part angel, part...?" Dean asked, his hand sliding over your cheek to brush at the skin under your eye.

Puppy dog look was working! That never happened before! You were giddy inside but kept the look, letting him explore the depths of your eyes, letting him see everything.

"Part demon."

"No human?"

"Not enough to count."

There was a fraction of you that was human. The equivalent to a 0.0001 percent on an ancestry test.

When you were a child you wanted to be human, you refused to use your powers even and asked your parents if you could go to school with the other kids. But you grew faster than them so you weren't allowed.

That's partially why it's taken so long to learn your powers, why you stayed with your parents until now and you still struggled with keeping control; because you kept them caged up for so long, like a wild animal and now they raged against you with any strong emotion. Pain, pleasure, fear, anger, anything in excess was a trigger.

"So, 'little devil', huh? You must've had fun with that one." Dean chuckled and you placed your hand over his still cupping your cheek.

His skin was warm on yours but, funny thing was, you never felt cold until you felt him.

"You have no idea." You smiled sweetly.

Again, not the daughter of the devil but demon was close enough. Lucifer was kind of your grandfather by creation, or your uncle? Both? You didn’t know, those things were hard to keep track of and you weren’t on speaking terms anyways. 

"Do you eat?" Dean asked.

You shrugged, "Sometimes."

"But you don't have to, do you?"

"No." You admitted and looked away. "I do love anything with cheese, though. Cheese is the greatest thing your kind ever invented... food wise."

"Really? Not chocolate?" Claire gaped.

"Umm," you thought about it, "it's a close second."

Dean laughed with a warm smile, "Let's get you something cheesy, then."

You beamed.

You honestly didn't expect Dean to react this way. You thought it probably had a lot to do with Castiel being your father. They seemed close, in the past. Or you were getting played, big time.

Let him try something if that's what he was up to. He couldn't hurt you and chances were if he could, he wouldn't know how tonight. They'd have to research since even you didn't know your weaknesses, there wasn't much lore on the matter. 

You wanted to trust Dean and it was kind of fun to play human while you were around them so you tagged along to the restaurant. 

Claire frowned and pouted as she ate her pasta forcefully. You thought she bit her fork once but kept going. There was sauce all over her chin. 

Dean had called Jody on the ride to the diner and Jody chewed her out over not waiting for backup. She deserved it, but it was a little harsh.

Claire saved a couple of kids from that shed before she got nabbed. It wasn't just that she let her guard down. She did good.

You didn't tell her that, though. It would only enable her and if anything happened to her you knew your father would be upset. She was a small human, not incapable but there was an advantage to being either powerful, like you, or big and strong like Dean and Sam.

"Earth to Y/N." Dean waved a hand in front of your face.

You didn't realize you'd been staring at his forearms, the sleeves of his flannel rolled up just enough for you to see his muscles move as he ate his cheeseburger. Sam had a salad, what the hell? Didn't a moose need more fuel?

"How's your poutine?"

"Pure cheesy goodness." You sighed and picked out another fry, twirling the melted cheese onto the end of it and sticking it between your lips.

You hummed at the taste. When Dean asked if you'd ever tried poutine and you said 'No', he completely flipped out and demanded you order it. There were no regrets but your mind was wandering with him sitting right in front of you. There was nowhere else to look and he was a masterpiece. 

Sam had his perks, too, his shoulders were massive and you never noticed things like that on humans before but you think you liked that. Big shoulders. Dean had them, too. Must run in the family. 

You sucked the gravy from your fingers and let out a slow breath with a little sigh. It sounded like a light moan.

"Y/N," Claire hissed and elbowed you and you saw her blush. "Can't you be normal? One time?"

You pouted -not really sure what the big deal was, it wasn't that loud- and picked up another fry. It's been a while since you ate anything, since you didn't really need to eat anything and it tasted really good.

You held up the fry, sticking out your tongue and sucking the melted cheese thread from the end of it into your mouth. You circled the tip of your tongue, collecting the thread until the fry met your lips and Claire jabbed you in the side again. 

You glared at her, muttered a 'What?!' and rolled your eyes. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Dean asked, his gaze heavy and his food left abandoned on his plate as he watched you.

"Mhm. Want some?" You offered innocently and sucked the gravy from your thumb.

"No. I'm having fun watching you, little devil. Keep going." He said and wet his bottom lip.

What did he just say?! You blushed. Hard.

You absolutely loved the butterflies he made come to life in your chest and stomach. Yeah, you were keeping him.

"Here. Just use this," Claire shoved the unused fork next to your plate at you. "And stop moaning, for fuck's sake."

"Sorry," you grabbed the fork and stuck it into a couple of fries. "Happy now?" You asked sarcastically, demonstrating the use of a fork by shovelling it into your mouth like Claire had done with her pasta.

You pouted to yourself, it tasted better with your fingers. That was weird, though, right? Next time you'd get it to go and eat alone in your motel room the way you wanted. 

You'd given up on being normal a long time ago. Weird was your forte. You were Castiel's daughter, after all, and Castiel was the king of weird. He made it cool. 

Your father brought you up to love yourself and Claire was just being Claire. Sometimes you got along and other times, you didn't. You thought having the boys here kind of put her on edge, too. Like she wanted them to approve of her and by extension, you. 

You had an inkling Dean approved of your eating methods, though. Maybe not Sam, even if he was all shades of red right now, and avoiding all eye contact, and he kept shifting in his seat like he was uncomfortable. It was funny. 

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Dean refused to stay at the motel near the dive you met him at -the closest motel in town- and instead drove for two hours to the next one. Which didn't look a whole lot better. It could only have, like, maybe half a star more than the last place. 

You had a room all to yourself, as did Claire and the boys shared a room with the two queen beds. In the morning they were set to drive Claire back home to Jody and the others. They wanted to make sure she actually got there and didn't run off again to do something stupid, as usual.

You didn't think it would matter, she would do whatever she wanted as soon as she got the chance. So, why delay the inevitable? As long as she called when she got in a jam and kept someone up to date on where and what she was hunting, you let her do her thing.

Even if the worst were to happen, you could always bring her back. You successfully resurrected a bird last summer. Castiel tried to explain balancing the universe or something but you didn't understand letting things suffer if you could give them a second chance. 

Like the bird who was minding his own business, pecking for worms in the grass in the rain when this plump house-cat came along and snatched him up. That bird probably had a nest to feed and that cat was just bored. You gave him a second chance. How could that be a bad thing?

That being said, you weren't about to take any strolls through the cemetery to awaken the dead. Even you had your limits. But you'd break the rules for the select few you truly cared about.

You sat on the edge of the bed in your motel room, flipping aimlessly through the five channels on TV. It was late, you were bored and you didn't sleep. You should've told Dean not to bother with a room for you but you didn't want to leave them just yet and he didn't ask.

Three quick knocks came at your door and you checked the digital clock on the bedside table.

Three-O-two A.M.

You shut off the TV -not wanting to watch the weather channel anymore, it was boring and repetitive, but you liked the tune they played in the background over and over- and walked towards the door. You undid the locks and opened the door.

You understood why people in horror movies were usually scared if something like this happened, but when you're nearly invincible, nothing like that really scares you anymore. Other things scared you, though, like if Dean left without you in the morning.

Sure, you could easily find him anywhere he went, but if he didn't want you around... that would be scary. Because, you really liked him and you drew the line at actually forcing yourself on him, even in a friendship.

But there he was, standing in your doorway and looking like he'd just woken up.

"Hey," he rasped, "Can I come in?"

"'Course," you stepped aside and shut the door behind him. "Something the matter?"

"Uh," he brushed his bedhead back in an attempt to comb it and glanced around the room. His green eyes settling on your still-made-up bed. "You don't sleep?"

It was more of a statement but you answered anyway.

"Do angels or demons sleep?" You shrugged and he acknowledged with a nod. "Dean? Are you okay? You look frazzled."

He laughed at your term and hung his shoulders as if you saw right through him and he knew he couldn't hide it with you. He sighed and sat on the edge of your bed, head in his hands.

"I had a nightmare." He swallowed like he was waiting for you to laugh, but you didn't. "It's always the same fucking thing." He continued and you stayed silent, crawling into a spot next to him on the bed. He didn't look at you and exhaled again. "I'm back in that house and it's burning, but I can't find Sammy and my dad's... just -gone. I feel the heat on my skin and in my lungs and I can't breathe… and then, I wake up, and I still can't breathe.” He looked up, finally meeting your eyes. "I don't know why or how, but... I can take a breath around you." He lifted his shoulders and turned towards you. "I had to make sure you were still here."

"I am," you nodded and smiled softly, "Is that a good thing?"

He huffed out a laugh, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah, I'm your inhaler."

"Damn, sweetheart, you really do take after Cass, don't you?" Dean smirked.

You were aware of how clueless your father was with pop culture references, it was something you were working on with him. You supposed you took after him a little, you always liked when people pointed out your similarities, even with your mother, too. Not all stuff demon was bad.

"Like father, like daughter." You shrugged. 

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When Dean wasn't paying attention -lost in your raven eyes- you hit him in the face with one of your pillows. His face blanched and you giggled and spun away from him. His arms wrapping around your waist before you could hop off the bed.

"Naughty, little devil." He growled in your ear.

You barely hit him! And squirmed against his hold, I'll bet, not hard. You were pretending to be human again. It was nice for a change letting someone else be all powerful. Especially someone like Dean who felt powerless. You could see it in his eyes when he was talking about his nightmare. 

Your back pressed to his chest and you felt his heart beat fast against yours. You liked being in his arms, you never felt so calm with your blood moving as fast as it did. Usually when your heart beat fast it was because you were angry. Demon blood -almost literally- boiling. 

This feeling was so far from that. Your whole body buzzed like it was electrified and tingles curled your toes. Then Dean's palm found the hem of your shirt and snaked up underneath it, laying flat on the skin of your stomach.

Dean groaned and shifted behind you, his bowed legs wrapping around your hips and his arms pulling you with him as he leaned back against the headboard. He breathed hard into your hair and kissed your ear. 

"If Cass knew what I was thinking about his little girl right now..."

"I feel it, too." 

You threaded your fingers through his as he clutched you to him. Dean's grip easing a little as you melted into him. You turned your head to meet him with a slow, soft kiss and then he dropped his forehead to yours. 

You breathed heavy and added, "But stop mentioning my father."

Dean barked out a laugh and turned rosy, "Last time. Promise." And he kissed you again. 

"This is kind of crazy." You panted between kisses, neither of you pushing for more just yet.

"Mmm," Dean agreed, continuing to attack your lips until they felt swollen against his. "Do you wanna stop?"

"Never." You giggled. "Don't stop. Please."

You turned and straddled his lap. Dean brushed the hair from your face as he stared into your eyes. Frozen and lost in their endless depths.

"Your eyes are incredible," he breathed and you shied away. "Don't look away. Look at me."

You exhaled nervously and chewed your lip as you pressed your forehead to his and met his gaze again.

Nobody ever looked at you like that.

His hands on your back roamed up and down, squeezing anything he could get a grip on. His fingertips indenting your skin under your shirt when he held you and shifted his hips down the bed, just enough so you sat in his lap like a puzzle piece, as he leaned his mouth into yours and captured yours lips.

"It feels like you were made for me." Dean groaned and his hands fell to your ass. "We just fit so perfectly together."

He pushed your hips down and his bulge pressed between your legs making you moan softly in his ear. You were both still very clothed but it felt nice to finally fit with someone. Like you knew where you belonged all along.

"I need you." You breathed into his ear, sucking his lobe between your teeth and nibbling. You felt him catch his breath and kissed down his neck. "It feels right with you. Don't leave me, ever."

You knew you were coming on strong but he had to already know what he was getting into. Cass' daughter and a nephalem, stronger than any other being on earth including Chuck. He had to know you weren't some one night thing. He certainly looked at you like you weren't.

"I don't plan to." Dean vowed, tugging the hem of your shirt up.

You let him strip it off of you and he went for your bra next. Covering yourself when he threw the wire beast to the floor. He met your eyes lovingly.

"Don't hide from me, little devil." He murmured and pulled your arms away from your chest. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on."

"You really know how to make a girl melt, don't you?" You laughed and hugged him, pressing his cheek to your chest. "Your turn."

You leaned back from him and tugged his shirt over his head. Trailing your fingertips over his anti-possession tattoo while he watched you with lust blown green eyes.

Dean threw you onto your back and climbed over you, ravaging your neck as heat throbbed between your legs. You moaned and felt him pull at your leggings. He tugged them down to your knees and you heard the zipper of his jeans follow.

You pushed the rest of your clothes off with your heels and Dean rid himself of his, then plastered his body back to yours. Feeling every inch of his skin pressed against yours.

He settled between your legs and his green eyes met your raven ones. A smile quirked his lips and he kissed down your chest as he hooked your knee with his arm, spreading you open.

His lips teased your nipple and you whimpered and threaded your fingers through his hair. Tugging when he teased the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

Dean grunted and kissed his way back to your lips. Trailing his moist breath over your skin and sending shivers through your body, down to your toes.

Fuck, he felt good. 

Your body was humming when he nudged between your legs, lining himself up and thrusting inside of you in a single push. You cried out and held his shoulders, feeling him breath deep and his muscles move slowly as he rocked into the apex of your thighs.

Pleasure quickly filled your veins and you latched your ankles around his lower back, keeping him pressed to you. Your breasts flattened against his chest and his thrusts grew faster and stronger as you tried to keep up, moving your hips in time to meet him.

Your hips bumped into his and you felt his tummy tighten against yours as he grew more desperate for you. His hand gripped your ass as he pressed himself more into you and your fingers tangled into his hair at the sensation, pulling the short strands and making him groan.

Fuck, he felt great!

Inside of you, on top of you. You felt grounded like you belonged exactly where you were. Like this was always meant to happen. Like you couldn't contain whatever was building between you. Like you were about to burst in the most unimaginably delightful way.

He grunted in your ear and the heat between your legs blossomed, your eyes rolling behind your lids as you shut your eyes and rode out your orgasm. Holding onto him for dear life.

He was a god among men.

Dean groaned louder, feeling you clench around him as he continued to push into you again and again. Pumping a few more times as he chased his own end and he started to come. He breathed heavy and loud in your ear, burying himself inside you with one final thrust and holding your hip with his hand as you felt warmth spill inside of you.

You didn't know if you could actually get pregnant by being with a human, your body was still flesh and bone to a certain extent, but at the moment you didn't care.

Dean fell onto you, pressing you into the mattress and you held him, tracing circles along his shoulders with your nails and kissing his cheek. He sighed, hot breath in your hair and on your neck and his lips found yours again. Kissing you deep and needy until the urge for air burned your lungs.

"Y/N..." Dean started and puffed against your lips, still trying to catch his breath. "I..."

"What?"

"It's never been that good."

But he shook his head and kissed you again. His kisses soft and pliant, easing as his heart fell back into a steady rhythm.

You did it again about a half hour later. And showered together as the sun rose, barely getting any sleep. Or Dean barely got any sleep. You were sure today would be one of the lucky days that Sam actually got to drive the Impala and you planned to spend the car ride holding Dean as he slept in the backseat. 

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After dropping Claire off with Jody -whom you got to meet and genuinely liked- you tagged along with the boys to a few other cases along their route back to Lebanon. More than one of those cases taking you way out of the way.

The detour was scenic and pleasant and you weren't in a rush for the road trip to end. You weren't entirely sure it ever ended for them. And you wanted to stick around for a while, find your sea legs and stand on your own, but with them by your side. With him.

The infatuation didn't end in that motel room and neither did the sex. But it was getting harder and harder to find time alone and you were ready for some time with just Dean, a bed and maybe some cheese -not in bed but maybe between romps in it.

The Impala -or Baby, as Dean called her- rolled into Lebanon late in the afternoon and up to a red brick building that looked like a warehouse. This must've been the bunker that your father often talked about. And when the car took the road around the back towards the secret entrance to the underground garage, there he was standing guard outside, just waiting.

Your father. He looked angry -his facial expression never actually changed, but you knew his cues after the years- and he held your eyes through the window of the Impala. Shit.

Castiel stood outside waiting for who knows how long. Trench coat blowing open in the breeze and his tie loosened a bit more than usual.

You might've sent him to voicemail more than a couple of times over the past weeks -after Dean insisted you get a phone to keep in touch- and when you listened to the messages, he wasn't all that thrilled about you hanging around with the boys, especially Dean. And especially since he knew how Dean was with women. You liked to think you were different together, though, it wasn't like you had much luck with serious relationships in the past either. So, you would figure it out together.

It wasn't your father's business but it was clear in his eyes when you stepped out of the car to meet him that he wasn't getting that.

"Cass-" Dean greeted as he climbed out of the car with you, a giant smile plastered on his face as he approached his friend.

Cass glared at him and touched his forehead. Dean instantly fell to the ground unconscious before you had a chance to catch him. Luckily it wasn't pavement so it wasn't a hard landing.

"Was that really necessary?" You snapped at your father.

Sam rushed to park the car and jumped out to check on Dean.

"Cass, what the hell?!" Sam growled, kneeling next to his brother and Cass touched his forehead next.

Sam fell over awkwardly on top of Dean and you thought maybe you should push him off but then your father spoke to you again.

"It's time for you to come home. You had your fun, Y/N." He said and stuck his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.

"I don't want to." You glowered. "You're pissed, I get it, but why are you taking it out on them?"

"Dean can't love you," Cass explained and his blue eyes flicked down to Dean's unconscious face, half hidden under Sam's arm. "He won't ever choose you over his family... over Sam. Me and your mother will choose you every time. Come home."

"I don't need him to choose me over his family, I want to be a part of their unit, I want to grow with them-"

"You can't grow with them, Y/N, you'll watch them grow old until the day they die. You could watch a million generations fly by before you even age a second."

"I don't care! I want him while I can have him! As long as he'll have me." You screamed and your chin trembled so you clenched your jaw tight.

"You'll care in ten years when he gets injured easier, twenty when he starts looking more like your father than your boyfriend-"

"Stop."

"And in thirty years, he'll probably be dead, hunters don't last long, Y/N, especially human ones." Your father vented almost like he wasn't just trying to convince you.

Cass and Dean were close, he wouldn't just let him die. He wouldn't just continue on without him. Dean would impact your father on a deep emotional level before his time came, he already did, you saw it as much as he tried to ignore it. Or not think about it.

"Please. Stop." Your voice was quiet now and Dean started to stir underneath Sam's limp body. "If he can't live forever, I want to be human, too."

You looked up at your father with tears in your eyes. You hardly ever cried and Cass steeled his jaw.

"I'll find a way," you promised yourself and wiped away a tear.

Your father's face fell, like he wasn't expecting that response and breathed out a long sigh, "Your mother isn't going to be happy about this." He shook his head and loosened his tie a little more. "But I'll help you, if you're sure. Because I love you."

Your father would do anything for you even if it broke his heart to do it. There were ways to get the best of both worlds, though. You never tried it but if an angel lost their grace, they turned human. You could siphon your grace and store it for the future, then you could grow old with him for as long as it lasted.

The only problem was the part of you that was demon. You didn't know how that would balance out if you lost your grace. But you'd find a way. 

You hugged your father when you saw his heart breaking and assured him that he wasn't losing you. And who knows, maybe you'd find a way to make Sam and Dean live forever instead, and then you wouldn't have to give up anything.

Dean groaned and pushed at Sam's arm, shifting out from under his little brother's heavy body.

"What the fuck, Cass?" He groaned as he checked on Sam and stood up. He saw you hugging and nodded like he understood, "Guess, I may have deserved that." 

"I'll be watching you," Cass said, squinting his steely blue eyes and pointing between them and Dean. A reference to a movie Dean probably made him watch. "She's my baby, Dean, treat her like she's your Baby." 

He nudged his head towards the Impala and you laughed as you skipped back over to Dean and into his arms. You held him tight around his waist and squeezed until you heard him huff in pain and curse.

You loosened your grip but didn't let him go. You have to squeeze adorable things, everyone knew that; Dean was tough, he could take it.

"Fuck. I don't want to be on either of your bad sides." He admitted and kissed your forehead. "You did good, Cass, she's beautiful... and strong as fuck. Shit, little devil, I think you just cracked my ribs."

Cass quirked an eyebrow at the endearment and you laughed at your father's face turning sour. Then Sam groaned from the ground behind you; which was a good thing, because Dean was going to need backup.

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The Raven: Part 9

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1868

Chapter warnings: language, a heavy dose of angst, anger, tears, a dash of violence.

A/N:  We are nearing the end! hope you enjoy, i go hide now.

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“I think I fell in love with your eyes first. At first glance they seem like any other pair, but pay closer attention and you can see all the flecks and colors combining into something so unique. I could look at them forever.” I say as I brush her hair back behind her ear, careful to not mess it up.

“Those big beautiful y/e/c eyes, they pulled me right in. I was so distracted that I didn’t even see the punch coming my way.” I look at her and laugh, a few chuckles can be heard around us but all my focus is on her. “You have a mean right hook, baby.”

“I though you were a shifter! Don’t leave out the important, they will think you’re marrying a crazy woman.” She quickly adds.

“The only crazy here is me about you.” I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her close to kiss her. A few flashes go off and I’m sure it’s Jody taking a picture of us.

“My speech sucks, you know I have always been more of a do-er than a talker but Y/n, you are my everything, my sun, my moon, the love of my life. There is no tomorrow without you. I love you.” I finish my lame speech with another kiss and I can feel the wetness on my face from her tears. I cup her face and gently wipe the tears away.

“That didn’t suck at all baby” she cups my face.

“Forever I will love you, I will love you until we’re nothing but dust between the stars and I will never leave your side. It’s you and me, forever. I don’t want tomorrow without you. I love you too.”

She crushes her lips onto mine and our friends and family erupt into cheers and whistling. We are covered in little white petals when we walk between our friends on our way to the car who will bring us to the bar.

Y/n is smiling so bright and I can’t stop looking at her.

I am so happy.

Until I fall to my knees with an explosion of pain in my chest, and the last thing I see is Y/n crying and screaming my name.

Then nothing.

“You FOOL!” before I can process what I just remembered after what Cas said, R is on him.

Her body changed to her horror corpse, she’s chanting and curling her hands. Sam and I are slammed back by the force she’s using on Cas.

I can feel the rage rippling of her in waves, it is making the bunker shake.

Enormous clouds of black and purple smoke fill the ceiling, she calls them down to wrap around Cas.

I jump into motion, using every ounce of strength to push against that barrier of her power. My first two steps slip away, but my third holds and so does my fourth.

With small pushing steps I come near.

“RAVEN STOP!” I yell over the tumbling smoke, but she’s lost in her rage. She’s leaning over Cas, her nails gripping his jacket and holding him up while she let her smoke work.

I can see her face, her eyes, the sockets are glowing bright orange, like her insides are on fire.

I push through and get near enough to grip her arm. The moment I touch her, her head snaps in my direction. I can feel the heat of that fire deep inside her, but I do not back down.

“Y/n, stop.” I say, keeping my grip tight, preparing for her next blow, preparing for the sting of her nails, preparing for her denial.

But it never comes.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her body transforming back to her regular one. The smoke disintegrates and the bunker stops trembling.

She opens her eyes and looks away from me to the unconscious Cas, with a wave of her hand she heals him, his eyes open and look at her, terrified.

She steps away from him, saying nothing.

“Wait!” I go after her, stopping her, “You’re not leaving, you need to explain, what- what happened.”

She turns to me, slowly and looks up at me, into my eyes.

“You remember.” Is all she says.

“I do.”

“Then I don’t need to explain anything. I need to go.” She turns away again.

I grip her arm and tug her back, “No! I’m not letting you leave. I can’t.”

“What is going on, why did you call her Y/n?” Sam asks.

I don’t turn away from her, I gently reach up and take off her sunglasses. Her eyes are down cast.

“Y/n, please look at me.” I ask softly.

Her eyes look up, they’re filled with water from tears but I can see it. I caught a few glances of them before but now that I have time to look closer I can see how unique they are.

“That’s why you took them out? Why you’re wearing the glasses? To hide them.”

“I knew you would see right away, I had no other choice. I- couldn’t… tomorrow was gone, Dean.” She looks at me and lets her tears flow freely, “Nothing was right, I had nothing. Nothing mattered because you died, again.”

Sam came closer, realization setting in his eyes. “You’re Y/n… you did this.”

“What do you mean, again?”

“This was the thirteenth time I lost you.” She breathes out, “Thirteen times I had to say goodbye, build a pyre, wrap and burn your body, console Sam and our friends, live without you. I always found a way to bring you back. Selling my soul, going back in time, asking God, necromancy…

I don’t want a world without you in it. So I broke it to save you, and every time, I gave up a part of me, I became someone- something else.

We fell in love every time and every fucking time you died within the next five years.” She takes a shaky breath, I can see she’s digging through painful memories and my chest aches for her. I don’t remember any of that…

“And I- I thought it worked.” She continues, “We were happy for over five years, you asked me to marry you and it finally felt safe to say yes. And on our wedding day… you got shot by some drunk nutjob.” She sobs and falls to her knees, her hands clinging to her chest.

I go to my knees to touch her but she starts talking before I can, and the look on her face is pure rage.

“I had enough.” Her jaw clenches with rage, “I was sick and tired of the universe taking what’s mine again and again. So I took something from it, and became the first Visata.”

“Visata?” Sam asks, “What is that.”

“It is a universe witch. I control the rules now. I am the beginning and the end.” She looks at me with such a determination.

“How is that possible.” Cas breathes out as he stands up, “Even God couldn’t do that.”

“Because God wasn’t as desperate as I. And I was ready to pay the price.” She answers.

“What price, what did you pay Y/n?” I stand up. she had already sold her soul once, faced off God, became a necromancy witch. She had done horrible things for me…

I can’t imagine what can be worse.

She stands up too and looks at me.

“Me.” She breathes out, “I could become the new game maker, if I decided to become a monster. If I agreed to be the villain. So that Dean Winchester, the ultimate hero, would never love me.”

I look at her. At this ‘monster’. “You’re not a monster.” I tell her.

“I killed people to get where I am.” She standing straight, her face void of emotions.

“They must have deserved to die, because you are not evil.”

“I am. I broke the universe because I am selfish and cannot live in a world void of you.”

I shake my head, I can feel her lie in the air. I step closer and touch her hands, “I’m not dying again.”

She pulls her hands away, “You already did, once we did more than just touching and you died. We can never be together Dean. I’m a monster. I just… I need to fix this and you can go on living your life.” Her hand reaches up to my forehead.

“What are you doing” I step back.

“Making it easier, if you don’t remember any of this, you will be safe.” Tears are rolling down her beautiful face again.

“No! I don’t want to forget you! I-I love you.”

She freezes, “Don’t say that.” Her eyes are wide, ready to fight death itself.

“I do. I love you.” I look straight into her beautiful eyes.

“There is no tomorrow without you.” I say.

A sob breaks through and she lowers her hand, “I can’t loose you again. I can’t Dean. If you die now, now that you know, I won’t be able to stop it. I can’t stop time. I tried, I tried so hard.”

“You brought me back before, the universe is under your rule now, make new rules.” I tell her.

She shakes her head, “I did, but Death can't be controlled and Time doesn’t listen. I can bend it, pause it even, but never stop. As long as you don’t remember, you stay in this time line. You can live.” She pleads with me.

“So you’ll erase my memories and disappear? I don’t get a choice? We can figure something out.”

“WE CANT, I tried everything! This is the only way.” she clenches her fists, “Please Dean…”

I look at her as I try to think of another way, any way.

“I don’t want to loose my memories of you. I felt empty and lonely before you, and I didn’t know why. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

“You know the consequences, you could die when we get too close and this time I can’t bring you back.”

“Excuse me? You died?! When!” Sam asks.

“Not now, Sam.” I snap back.

“What are my other options. There has to be something.”

She searches my face, as if the answer will be on it.

“I leave, and we never see each other again. And you control your thoughts, dreaming is okay, but not when awake. Do you understand?”

“But…” I start.

“It’s the only other way to keep your memories and be safe.” She cuts me off.

I slowly nod, “If that’s the only other option, then… yes.”

She looks at me for a second in silence, baffled that I said yes to never seeing her again. My heart breaks at the flash of hurt across her eyes.

She nods and wipes her hands down her shirt, trying to compose herself.

“Then this is goodbye.”

“Goodbye Y/n, I will always love you.”

I can see more tears streaming down her cheeks before she disappears.

“Sam,” I start.

“Yeah?” he hesitantly answers.

“When is a monster not a monster?” I turn to look at him, my eyes blurry with tears.

He doesn't answer me.

“When you love it.”

“You have an idea?” he asks me?

“Of course I do.”

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dean winchester x reader ~ lollipop

Hey, babe!! Of course, you'd choose something like this! lol

420 words of seductive lolly sucking, beneath the cut!

Dean stared in rapture at you from across the map table with wide, dilated deep green eyes. His gaze zeroed in on your mouth, longing and lust written clearly across his features. He was leaning forward and resting on his elbows on the table, clearly not paying attention to anything else that was going on.  

You’d never seen him so entranced. Well, that was a lie; you had, but rarely ever with your clothes on. You smiled wickedly at him, knowing exactly what was on his mind. 

Pulling the lollipop sharply between your lips with a gratifyingly lewd pop, you asked, “You want one? You’re looking a little hungry.” 

“Hungry’s not quite the right word,” Sam said, a smirk in his voice. 

“Shuddup, Sammy!” Dean said, frustration and annoyance in his tone. “You,” he added, pointing directly at you, “you, come with me.” 

“But Dean,” Sam started. 

“Appocolypses can wait, Sam, I’ve got something I need to take care of first.” 

“Dude,” Sam said, disgusted. 

You shot him an apologetic shrug. Dean was already walking out of the room when you stood to follow him. When you made it to your shared room, he shut the door and ripped the candy from your mouth. 

“You’re such a tease,” he accused. 

“You’re just pent up,” you argued back, running your fingers down his toned stomach to toy with the waistband of his pants. 

With the taste of the lollipop on your tongue, you leaned up and kissed him. His free hand was instantly on the back of your head holding you to him as he licked into your mouth. 

“Oh, Y/N, your fucking mouth,” he groaned into the kiss. 

“Taste good?” 

“Feels good.” 

You gently pushed him away from you, reaching for the Tootsie Pop. He held it away from you, then turned his head and popped the candy into his mouth. He swirled it around a few times, then smiled at you. 

You watched as he played with the sucker, turning it this way and that. You could almost feel the swirl of his tongue as he did so. Then, as if he could read your mind, he pulled the stick through his perfectly O-shaped lips. The candy pulled and stretched his luscious lips and you couldn’t take your eyes away. You’d felt those lips on you, and you were suddenly ravenous to feel them again. 

“Alright, you win. Sixy-nine?” you ask, shoving him toward the bed.

“Hell yeah,” he said, tossing the offending candy into the trash can.