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Love On The Brain

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Dean and Y/N – hunting partners, bunker roommates & idiots in love. Sam is fed up with their constant “will they/won’t they” bullshit and decides to move things along with his own plan until these two fated lovers’ paths finally cross one night – naked.

Warnings: +18, smut (mentions of masturbation f & m, oral f, fingering, p in v), crack of the adorkable kind, nudity, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: Happy V-Day, babes! 💖 The V stands for... Welp, you know me well enough by now to know where I’m going with this 😝 This is a lot of moronic crack mixed with some sweet smut and fluff. We all know how much I love the “idiots in love” trope, and I fully dove into this one. So, grab your glass of favorite liquor & let’s settle in, shall we? ❤️😘 Written for a request by @imagine-all-the-fandoms after making some adjustments. Found Rihanna’s Love on the Brain fitting for this one, so that’s what we went with as a general mood. Hope you enjoy, m’ladies! 🖤

Feedback is highly appreciated! Get me drunk on it and fill my writer’s juice 🤓🥃

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Freedom! Thank fucking God…

Y/N exhales a blissful sigh as she saunters to the Dean Cave with a bag of still-hot microwave popcorn in her arms. The Winchester brothers have decided on a little overnight road trip to the next, bigger town over to see a movie – and for some brotherly bonding or whatever – which means Y/N can finally enjoy some goddamn alone time in the bunker. Not that she doesn’t love Sam and Dean to bits and pieces, especially the latter one. They are like family to her, the only one she’s ever truly known, but even family can grow exhausting sometimes.

Living with two boys can grow exhausting, honestly, so Y/N has decided to spend her alone time doing a bunch of girly shit she can’t do with Tweedledee and Tweedledum around – at least not without enduring some judgmental looks.

So, first on the agenda? Watching a bunch of chick flicks, aka any movie the oldest Winchester wouldn’t approve of. Mean Girls, Clueless, 10 Things I Hate About You, You’ve Got Mail, and so on – you get the gist.

The second order of business is a long-ass bathroom time for a little much-needed self-care, including a hot and relaxing bath with an abundance of pink bubbles and soap that smells like the goddamn Queen’s flower garden. Then she’s going to shave and wax… everything. Admittedly, things got a little hairy in recent weeks. There wasn’t a lot of time between hunts and sharing close quarters with two men in motel rooms, and every time she did attempt a proper shave, Dean would yell outside the bathroom door, needing to pee or God knows what else, so she dropped the razor again. Honestly, it’s not like she’s being followed around by an array of suitors these days. It’s been months since anyone has seen her private parts or even her bare legs, including her. On the upside, at least her vibrator doesn’t mind the extra locks.

Oh God, she’s fucking sad, isn’t she? Yeah… It’s a sad affair all around, really.

Regardless, the mention of some self-love reminds her of her third to-do item on her list: sex. Well, technically masturbating to Ryan Gosling’s pictures. Maybe even Andrew Garfield, Sebastian Stan, that hot dude Jackson from Grey’s Anatomy… Leo in his prime. Brad Pitt – young and old. Seth Rogen… Whoa! Don’t judge, okay? It’s not all about looks. She loves when a guy can make her laugh, and his laugh is so sweet, deep, and… bear-y, alright?

Yeah, fine, she knows she needs to get fucked properly by a real dick instead of a fictional one – rather sooner than later before she goes for… the dick that’s been living right under the same roof, only three doors down from her own bedroom.

Shit.

Yep, Dean fucking Winchester – God of all Gods, monster hunter extraordinaire, hero of all innocent damsels, and idiotic clown of all clowns, shamelessly stole her heart since… well, pretty much the minute they met and she first laid eyes on him. It felt like being blinded by the sun, the golden freckles on his cheeks and nose resembling the twinkling, starry constellations in the night sky. In an instant, she was an unsuspecting, innocent moth to a blazing flame. How could she possibly resist that irresistible, boyish charm? There’s no vaccine against that green-eyed virus. She swears she’s seen women faint and gasp before him, and she certainly isn’t immune, either. No one truly is, not even other men, for crying out loud.

Unfortunately, Dean will never ever look at her in that way and see more than a friend in her. The thought alone is so ridiculous it makes her snort before she starts to uncontrollably sob and whine. But God, does she wish more than anything he could be hers and she could be his.

Admittedly, she feels a little lonely, especially with the ominous Valentine’s Day looming around the corner, or as Dean likes to call it – unattached drifter Christmas.

Dear fucking God, why did she have to fall in love with that dork? Why can’t it be some nice, normal guy without an abundance of commitment issues?

On the other hand, it’s a good thing the oldest Winchester isn’t here tonight, even though he’d probably love the fourth part of her evening: naturism.

Yup, walking around naked while you’re alone is the best fucking thing in the world and so goddamn freeing. Tits out. Let the ladies breathe a little, you know? Having the girls constantly locked up in bra prison is no way to go through life. And Y/N knows for sure Dean would not only agree with that sentiment but also highly support it. After all, he was the one that suggested Naked Tuesdays when she first moved in. Sam then established a rule that the oldest Winchester wasn’t allowed to “sexually harass” her. It was completely unnecessary but sweet nonetheless. Y/N knows Dean’s just a teasing goofball 99% of the time and would never seriously harm her or make her feel uncomfortable. In fact, she loves that the brothers are always looking out for her and have her best interest in mind.

So, as soon as she hears the big metal door of the bunker slam shut, Y/N excitedly begins her girl’s night alone, trying not to think too much about the green-eyed hunter and focusing on Gosling on the silver screen instead.

“So, this movie… is it like Zombieland?” Dean inquires with a wide grin, wiggling his eyebrows as he grabs a couple of beers and snacks from the fridge for their road trip to Wichita.

Sam’s brow furrows in confusion. “What? Dean, no… It’s not an action movie or a comedy. It’s an environmental documentary about how soil can counteract the climate crisis,” the younger Winchester explains, chuckling in amusement.

Dean’s face drops, his features morphing from excitement to shock as his eyes blink in rapid succession. “What?! But you said Woody Harrelson is in it! You lied to me!”

“Nooo,” Sam laughs, shaking his head, and corrects, “I said Woody Harrelson narrates it. It’s a good documentary. Trust me.”

“Fuck no! I don’t wanna watch a movie about dirt,” the older brother whines, his plump lips shaping into a pout. “Can’t we go see something with action and blood and guns? You know, something fun?”

“Dean, our whole life is action, blood, and guns. Would do you some good to care about the Earth and climate every once in a while,” Sam lectures him.

“Screw that! We’ve already saved the planet multiple times. All that Al Gore shit ain’t my problem,” Dean huffs, pops open a beer and takes a sip. “‘Sides, I don’t trust these environmental clowns. I know the first thing they’d wanna do is get rid of Baby, and then I swear I’m gonna start shootin’. I can’t stand for that insanity.”

“Fine,” Sam frowns and lets out a resigned sigh. “Then I guess you’ll have to stay here because I wanna watch that movie.”

“Fine by me,” Dean agrees with another sip of beer.

“Good. Since you’re not coming, I might even check out the Mid-America Fine Arts Museum,” Sam shares, the excitement gleaming in his hazel orbs.

“Yeah, nerd yourself out, little brother,” Dean snorts. “Did you know Wichita has a Pizza Hut Museum?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, you tell me that every time we go to Wichita, Dean,” Sam reminds him and suppresses the laugh. “Well, uh, have fun alone with Y/N then,” he smirks slyly, and Dean’s short-lived relief disappears as realization dawns, his brow knitting. “Who knows? Might even be a good opportunity for you to tell her you’re madly in love with her.”

“Wha-, uh, pffft, no?” Dean brushes his little brother’s lunatic accusations off the kitchen counter and awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, clearing the fluster in his throat. “Dude, are you drunk? I’m so not in love with her, alright? Don’t be ridiculous, okay? Do I find her incredibly hot, smart, sweet, brave, kind, adorable, and funny? Sure… That’s why she’s our friend, right? But that doesn’t mean I like… love “love” her, okay? At least not like that.” He forms sarcastic air quotes around the cursed word and grimly swallows his uncomfortableness and the lies down with a big gulp of beer. “And for crying out loud, keep your voice down when you say shit like that. I don’t want her to hear us,” he hisses, his green orbs nervously eyeing the kitchen door. “It’s echo-y in here, you know?”

“Sure, whatever you say, Dean,” Sam casually shrugs his shoulders, clearly not buying a single one of the green-eyed hunter’s words, and it only annoys the older Winchester more.

“Don’t-… Nuh-uh, don’t gimme that fake ‘whatever you say’ bullshit shtick. There’s really nothing going on, alright?” Dean assures anew, growing more irritated by the minute.

Sam twitches his shoulders once more and then cockily folds his arms over his chest, a teasing smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Alright, so you won’t mind if I set her up with Matt, right? It’s just-… She seems a little lonely lately.”

“Lonely?” Dean arches an eyebrow in apprehension and scoffs, “She’s fine, Sam. She’s got us.”

Sam frowns for what feels like the hundredth time during this conversation. “Dean, you honestly don’t think that’s enough for her.”

“Why not?” The older Winchester shrugs, refusing to see clearly. “It’s enough for me. Our life is awesome. You don’t see me complaining.”

“Yes, you’re obviously the golden standard for healthy relationships,” Sam mutters sarcastically and rolls his eyes back.

Dean purses and smacks his plump lips, scratching the bit of scruff on his throat. “Well, uh… shut up, okay? And don’t set her up with Matt. The guy’s a douche.”

“Alright, what about Josh? You like Josh,” Sam suggests next.

“Yeah, as a hunting partner, he’s alright, not as a boy toy for our friend, Sam,” Dean grits bitterly and rolls his eyes, chugging the rest of his beer. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? You’re not her pimp. Just leave her alone, alright?”  

“Look, if you don’t wanna date her – fine. That’s on you. Just don’t stand in the way of her happiness because you can’t stop self-sabotaging yourself, man,” Sam argues with a judgmentally raised brow.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Dean grumbles, the offense clearly written in every deep wrinkle on his face.

“Uh-huh, whatever you say, Dean,” Sam deadpans and grabs his laptop bag, making his way out of the kitchen.

“Stop saying that!”

“Look, I’d love to discuss all your weird issues in detail with you, but I still have to pick up Eileen on my way to Wichita,” Sam notes nonchalantly as Dean trails behind him through the bunker’s corridors. “I’ve watched you two beat around the bush for years. It’s getting annoying. You guys are worse than Ross and Rachel.”

“Wait, Eileen? Did you plan all of this on purpose? Were you trying to trick me?” Dean’s voice rises with his exasperation. He hates when Sam puts his nose where it doesn’t belong, mainly in his business. It’s the typical little brother shit he had to deal with all his life. Siblings, man…

“Me? No, I would never,” his younger brother replies with feigned innocence, marching up the metal stairs to the exit, but Dean can hear the goddamn deceit in his words.

“I don’t believe you,” Dean grits with a sternly creased brow, narrowing his juniper eyes at his younger brother as he halts at the bottom of the steps.

“Okay, whatever you say, Dean,” Sam grins complacently and opens the door. “Just don’t be an idiot. Make the first move, alright? That’s all you need to do. Trust me. It’s gonna be fine. She likes you, too.”

With that, the youngest Winchester closes the door behind him, leaving Dean to ruminate in his convoluted misery.

The hunter then stomps through the hallways of the bunker, furiously mumbling to himself as he passes the Dean Cave on his way to his room. Hearing sounds coming from inside, he stops by the cracked door for a moment and realizes Y/N is watching a movie in there. He considers joining her before recognizing Gosling’s voice, a deep sigh leaving his lips. Of course, she’s watching chick flicks again, so he decides against his plan, knowing some silly rom-com could potentially be a slippery slope and lead to some dangerous innuendos.

He downright refuses to play into his little brother’s evil scheme. Sam’s not goddamn Lindsay Lohan, and this isn’t the fucking Parent Trap. It’s better and safer if Dean stays far away from Y/N for the entirety of Sam’s absence, so the hunter quietly retreats to his room.

Dean decided to watch a bunch of his favorite horror movies until late into the night, ignoring the boiling feelings under the surface. He then closes his laptop with a heavy sigh, ready to call it a night after a nice, warm shower.

With headphones on and some classic rock music drowning out his hammering thoughts, he takes off his clothes and wraps a towel around himself. During an earlier snack run to the kitchen, he noticed the Dean Cave had already been deserted, the room quiet and dark. Y/N luckily has withdrawn to her own room again, so he knows he won’t accidentally run into her. She still hasn’t left his mind, his head in a constant swirl since his stupid conversation with Sam.

So, naturally, Dean comes to the conclusion that only some self-completion down the shower drain might help to clear his thoughts and flush the huntress out of his mind for good. He’s not proud of it, but it’s certainly not the first time since he’s known her that he thinks about her while jerking off. Usually, it only happens when he has to spend too many nights in a row with her in a small motel room without a way to escape, but this time, though, he fully blames Sam and his big mouth for it.

Wandering down the hall to the bathroom, his head bobs to the rhythm of the music flowing through his ears, his green eyes fixed on his phone screen as he scrolls through his playlist. Mindlessly opening the door, he suddenly freezes as another body bumps straight into him.

It all happens pretty fast from there. There’s a loud, high-pitched shriek that filters through the music, his hand drops his phone, and his headphones fall down with it, severing the connection and leaving him in silence as his palms catch a taut-skinned body in his arms while the towel around his waist glides to the tiled floor. And then, he just stares into two big and shocked pupils, which are probably as wide as his own.

Fuck…

For a second, Dean feels incredibly exposed before noticing the warm skin that’s pressed flush against his own body. Yep, he doesn’t dare to check, but he’s certain Y/N’s completely naked, too.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…,” Y/N’s panicked voice chimes in his ears as both of them awkwardly avert their gazes in different directions to the ceiling and avoid eye contact at all costs while still clinging tightly onto each other, aware that if one of them moves, it’s game over and they’d see each other in their full glory. Basically, they’re each other’s damn shields – as uncomfortable as that may be. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“I, uh…” That’s when Dean realizes Y/N probably didn’t even know he stayed behind and let Sam go to Wichita alone. “Sam wanted to watch a documentary.”

“I know!” Y/N yells in annoyance and grits, “You were supposed to go with him! Granted, I was surprised you agreed to it in the first place, but still, you’re not supposed to be home!”

“He didn’t tell me it was a documentary about dirt, alright? Otherwise, it would’ve been a straight-up ‘no’ from the start,” Dean explains and tries not to get hard as he feels Y/N’s tits press against his chest. Judging by the precise feeling that’s poking him, she must be somewhat cold.

“Yes, he did! I was right there when you agreed,” Y/N argues. “He talked about it for over an hour.”

“Oh,” Dean stumps and clears his throat rather awkwardly. Who could blame him for not listening, huh?

“You never listen to people! It’s so goddamn annoying!”

“Y/N, you need to stop talking, sweetheart,” Dean begs her, squeezing his eyes shut as he concentrates on anything else for dear life.

Baseball, Sam drinking green smoothies, a scratch on Baby’s new coat of paint… He attempts to distract his mind from the unavoidable, but it’s no use. The skin-on-skin contact is his final nail in the coffin.

“Oh, I’m sure you would love that, wouldn’t you?” Y/N continues in a furious huff, “It’s not always about you–”

“Y/N, please… All that angry shaking isn’t helping, sweetheart.”

The huntress cocks an eyebrow high, almost reaching the messy bun on top of her head. “Helping with what?”

“Uhm…”

And that’s when he can’t control it any longer. There’s a distinctive twitch against her thigh, and he’s sure she’s felt it, too. Shit, shit, shit…

“Oooooh.” Y/N awkwardly presses her lips into a thin line, her fingertips tapping a nervous melody on his skin. Her single utterance makes his heart stop. It’s game over. She’s going to call him a gross perv, move out of the bunker, and then never speak to him again. “It’s-, uhm, it’s okay,” she says surprisingly, her head bobbing with a thick swallow as she reassuringly squeezes his biceps where her palms rest.

“Y/N, I’m-, uh… oh God… I’m so, so sorry,” he stammers, deciding to keep his eyes shut to escape some of the awkwardness.

“I-, no, it’s not-… This is a weird situation we’re in… It’s fine. Completely normal, right? Like, uhm, like a reflex?”

“Uh, yeah, guess so,” Dean gulps, his eyelids slowly fluttering open and gaze drifting back to the ceiling. It’s not a goddamn reflex, though. It’s all her. It’s the effect she has on him.

“We should, uh, probably, uhm, detangle…”

“Uh-huh, yup, nope, agree,” he says and clears his throat once more, hoping the fluster will leave his body soon. “You, uh, wanna bend down, and we both can grab our towels?”

Fuck, it’ll probably be awkward between them for months now. They’ll avoid each other during breakfast, lunch, dinner… They’ll stop watching movies together, Sam will have to be their buffer and hate it, and they probably won’t look directly into each other’s eyes till Christmas – and it’s only fucking February.

“Oh, uhm… I actually, technically didn’t, uh, come with a towel?”

His eyebrow twitches upward, head slightly tilting to the side as he thinks about her words. “Oh, uh… Wait… Were you, uhm, walking around like… naked through the bunker?”

Well, there’s an image Dean’s never gonna get out of his head. Now, he’ll forever wonder if she takes off her clothes as soon as he walks out the door.

“Look, I thought I was alone, okay?! Again – you’re not actually supposed to be here! Don’t judge me!” Y/N defends, the panic returning to her voice, and then adds something in an almost inaudible mumble, “Just wanted to let the girls breathe a little. Sue me…”

“What?” His head tilts some more, the fine creases on his brow deepening.

“Nothing… never mind,” she quickly splutters, her cheeks flushing bright red as she visibly swallows.

Dean snorts. He’s in love with a dork, isn’t he? God, she’s adorable.

And then, it fucking happens again. Dammit…

“Was that…”

“Again – I’m so, so sorry,” he apologizes once more, although he’s sure he can’t do it often enough. His dick is an escaped zoo animal and clearly on the prowl tonight.

“No, uh… So how do you wanna do this? We could, uhm, maybe turn 180 and then close our eyes and let go… I could, uhm, run really fast down the hall, and you could just quickly back into the bathro–”

Y/N doesn’t get to finish laying out her plan. Dean’s lips on hers stop any further words from spilling out of her mouth. The featherlight kiss doesn’t last longer than a painfully anxious second, his mind racing a mile a minute, his brain positively fried.

What the hell is he fucking doing? There’s only one rule in the bunker: don’t sexually harass Y/N. Dean’s pretty damn sure he’s breaking that rule right now and crossing too many goddamn lines. How’s he supposed to ever recover from this?

“What, uh…” Y/N’s speechless, every muscle frozen stiff in his embrace. Her eyebrows draw up and reach her hairline, eyes blown wide in shock. “Or that… you could do that…”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Dean groans in defeat and shame, hoping the Earth opens up and takes him straight to the burning fires of Hell. See? There aren’t enough apologies in this world to make up for his stupidity. “You know, this is all Sam’s fault… He just got into my head… I mean, this is obviously the wrong first move… I-I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just have a, you know, teeny-tiny crush on you, but still, this is obviously inappropriate.”

“You-, uhm, you have a crush on me?”

Dean swallows the hard lump in his throat. “Uh, yeah… Yeah, I do,” he admits bravely. “But don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just a temporary thing, alright?”

Y/N nods slightly in understanding. “For how long have you felt this way?”

“Well, uhm, like I said – not that long… Just a very short period of time… Like, since November 29th… 2012,” he gulps and shrugs sheepishly, watching her brow furrow in confusion.

“But… that’s the day we met,” Y/N points out.

Dean chuckles uncomfortably and rebuffs her concerns. “Is it? No…,” he rasps. “Well, uhm, anyways, that doesn’t change anything. Don’t worry, alright? No need to make this weird. I’m sure if we give it a couple more years, I’ll be completely over you.”

Y/N’s head bobs again, her lips pursing. “Okay, uhm… But what if you, uh, you know, maybe get over me in the literal sense… and I could get under you?”

The gears in his head start turning as he musingly squints his pine green eyes at her and studies her features. She seems nervous. There’s a bite of her lower lip and a light swallow in her throat, her pupils flickering insecurely. “Uhm, well… is that something you would like? I mean, to get-, uh, would you wanna get under me?”

“Uhm… yes? Yeah?” She looks up at him and meets his gaze, their eyes fully connecting for the first time since they have catapulted themselves into this mortifying situation.

“Is that a question?” Dean checks and chuckles lightly. “Because you kinda need to be sure about this, y’know?”

Another swallow and Y/N nods, determination gleaming in her eyes. He feels her weight shift forward, her feet rising on tip-toes as her palms move from his upper arms to the back of his neck. Her soft, pillowy lips catch his, a tender touch as their mouths carefully mold together. She sucks on his upper lip, nibbles on the bottom one before he feels the tip of her tongue lick between. He opens his mouth wider, lets her slip inside.

Dean’s hands then begin to travel, his confidence growing as Y/N’s fingers tug slightly on the short strands of hair in the nape of his neck, trying to draw him closer. One large hand cups her neck, the other one smoothing down her spine and pressing into the small of her back. He pushes her closer, deepens the kiss, and both of them moan needily while their tongues dance with each other. His grip on her becomes stronger, their bodies melting into one. Y/N gasps into his mouth, her hips pushing against his, skin on skin, as her bare pussy brushes his bulging dick.

“Shit…,” Dean mutters breathlessly against her lips, and Y/N breaks the kiss and meets his eyes with a hint of a smile.

Her lips are red and glistening, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. He cups her blushed cheek, thumb ghosting over the kiss-swollen flesh of her bottom lip as he mirrors her soft smile.

“You okay?” Y/N checks, giggling slightly.

Dean chuckles, palm still caressing her cheek. “Yeah, uh, just realized we’re incredibly naked.”

She snorts and nods, “Yeah, guess that doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination, huh?”

“Definitely not,” Dean agrees and laughs a little, his cheeks blushing with bashfulness. “But, look, we don’t have to do anything tonight, alright? We can take it slow.”

Y/N thoughtfully chews on her lip, her dimples showing a smile before she shakes her head. “No, I think we’ve been taking things slow for long enough.”

Dean’s face breaks into a grin before he pulls her back to his lips for a searing kiss. Y/N’s hands lock around his neck, allowing him to lift her up, and her legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His hand weaves into her hair, still damp in the back of her neck from her bath, as the scent of her delicious body wash and lotion seep into his nostrils with each intake of air.

“You smell nice,” he notes, his mouth trailing along her jawline and down her throat, leaving wet kisses in his wake as he sucks her pulse point black and blue. “Like a flower garden…”

Y/N giggles, the cute sound in his ears causing his heart to flutter. She clasps his jaw and draws his attention back to her face, nuzzling her nose against his, whispering, “Bedroom. Need you inside me…”

“Jesus, Y/N… Going in for the kill, huh? You can’t say stuff like that to a man in a compromising position,” he jokes, making her laugh more. “Okay, hold on, sweetheart. You ready?”

She confirms it with a nod, and Dean adjusts his grip on her body, grabbing her a little tighter before bolting down the bunker hallway like a little kid on Christmas morning. The huntress squeals and giggles in his arms as he kicks the door open to his bedroom, gently laying her down on the mattress. She lets herself fall back and stretches out on the bed, her shoulder blades indenting the memory foam, and he hopes the thing does as advertised and fucking remembers her forever.

“You’re fast,” Y/N teases him as he quickly makes his way on top of her.

Dean chuckles, placing soft kisses on her lips in between his laughs. “Yeah, well, I’d run a mile just to get a taste of you, sweetheart. But don’t worry – not all of it will be this fast, alright?”

“Oh, I didn’t think it would be,” she giggles and licks her lips. “Can you just do me a favor?”

“Anything, sweetheart,” Dean assures her and lovingly brushes her hair behind her ears.

“Just judging by, uhm, size-,” she interrupts her sentence for a giggle, and he joins in. She’s so fucking cute. “Can you go slow?”

“Oh, trust me. I would’ve taken my time either way, but tell you what – I’ll even do you one better,” he says. His fingers then slide up her arm, along her collarbone and down to one breast. She shivers underneath him, her skin breaking into delicate goosebumps, soon soothed by his warm lips. His thumb brushes her bud, plays with it until it hardens and then alleviates the sensation with his hot breath and wet tongue.

“Fuuuuck,” Y/N sighs blissfully, her toes curling as a smile shapes on her lips, fully relaxing under his care. “Feels so good, De.”

His chuckle vibrates against her ribcage, his mouth traveling down her upper body, his kisses not missing an inch of smooth skin. Every rib, every beauty mark, every freckle gets the attention they deserve, even teasingly dipping his tongue into her navel. The last tender kiss is placed on her mound as he moves between her legs and spreads her thighs a little wider.

A smirk forms on his face as he leers at her pussy, bright pink and already glistening with her arousal. He catches her watchful gaze, sees a bit of insecurity shimmering in it as she nibbles her fingernails and bottom lip almost bloody, so he cheekily wiggles his eyebrows and sends her a wink, causing her to giggle and roll her eyes at his antics before she lets herself fall back into the mattress with a calming, deep breath.

Licking his thumb pad, he presses it against her sensitive nub, her thighs jolting for a second at the initial touch as a hiss escapes her throat, followed shortly by a strangled whimper. Y/N’s hands fist the bedsheet a little tighter, her knuckles turning white, every muscle wired to the nth degree. Her chest heaves frantically as her breathing grows more erratic with each little circle of his digit. His index finger then stretches and reaches her dripping entrance, rubbing at the tight ring before he easily pushes inside and curls it, poking the spongey spot.

“Fuck, Dean…,” she manages to croak out, biting down on her tongue.

Dean only chuckles, a giddy feeling spreading in his stomach and loving how responsive she is to his touches. There’s a loud whimper when he kisses her pussy lips, tongue dipping between and giving her clit a kitten lick, distracting her enough to shove his middle finger inside her cunt as well, scissoring them once he’s knuckles-deep.

“Oh God… shit,” she groans and whines above him.

He laughs lightly and curiously observes the torment on her face. “Wanna cum, huh?”

“Dean, I swear… I-… please,” she begs, her initial threat morphing into a soft plea for mercy.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he assures her amusedly and swiftly presses his mouth back on her pussy, sucking her sensitive bundle of nerves between his plump lips and thrusting his digits harder and faster inside her. It only takes three, four pushes and one skilled suck before she convulses, trembles, and soaks his face and fingers in her juices. He groans at the sweet taste of her on his tongue, his cock twitches gleefully between his bow legs, only too eager to slide in next.

“Oh God! Fuck… shit… D-Dean!”

The green-eyed hunter grins broadly up at her, his face almost split in half as he bathes in her blissed-out expression and the rosy cheeks that accompany it.

“Wow,” she breathes and shakily catches his swollen and wet lips as he comes back up to her eye level, propping his arms up on the sides of her head.

“I think you’re ready for the big gun now,” he laughs and places a loving kiss on the tip of her nose and another one on her forehead.

“Uh-huh, I’m not so sure after this,” she giggles, still catching her breath. She cups his jaw, kisses him deeply, and licks her arousal from his pillowy lips. “You’re… amazing.”

“Right back at you, sweetheart,” he winks, the softness of his smile contrasting his cockiness. “Do we, uhm, need–”

Y/N shakes her head, anticipating his question. “No, uh, I’m on the pill. I just need you.”

With a smile, he nods and ducks his head, entangling her in a blazing kiss as he devours her lips. His hand pushes between their heated bodies, fisting his achingly hard cock before he threads his dickhead through her folds, coats it with her slick before it catches at her entrance. His thick and leaking tip pushes inside, slowly entering her drenched cunt inch by inch till he’s buried deep and touches her cervix, stretching her tight walls around his impressive girth and hearing her little gasps of sheer pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he rasps at the feeling of her pussy enveloping his cock and gently brushes her hair out of her face, kissing her deeply. “Taking me so well… Such a good girl f’me.”

“God, you feel like heaven,” she whimpers and wraps her arms around his neck.

As he languidly pulls out to the tip, he kisses down her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. His hand wraps around one of hers, pinning it above her head to the mattress, fingers tightly interlocking before he thrusts back into her heat. His hips then work up a rhythm, a slow and soft song, as he fucks her deep and slams home harder at just the right spot.  

Her second orgasm builds slowly yet deeply, aiming to shatter her from within as she hears the ticking of a bomb in every muscle of her body, counting down the seconds before a massive explosion. She moans loudly as the earth-shattering climax hits her at full force, booming and wild as she curses his name over and over.

His fingers grip hers tighter, his thrusts growing sloppy as he lazily fucks her, her pulsating walls clenching around his firm cock. His hips begin to stutter, broad shoulders quaking as he spills deep inside her and stills. He grunts, her name falling from his lips, loud, strained, and primal when he cums, painting her walls with his milky seed.

“Wow,” Dean repeats her earlier sentiment, her giggle causing his heart to soar higher than the moon in the sky. “You okay?”

A wide smile spreads across her face, a tired nod moving her head. “Yeah, more than okay,” she assures him and seeks out his lips.

Dean places one last kiss on her hairline before removing his limp and drenched dick from her center, rolling to his side and pulling her onto his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her frame. “Hey, Y/N?”

She wearily lifts her heavy head to meet his green eyes. “Hm?”

“Were you, uhm, lonely?” Dean asks, his fingertips drawing tender patterns on her back.

“I guess… a little, yeah,” she admits. “Why?”

He kisses her forehead and pulls her closer. “Nothing. Just��� I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere, okay? You wanna move into my room?”

Y/N’s beam is blinding, her cheeks blushing brightly pink. “Yeah, I’d love that,” she replies and snuggles back into his chest.

Dean then notices her eyes falling shut, losing the battle against sleep as her breathing calms in his embrace, his own mind following her into dreamland soon after.

In the morning, Y/N and Dean are still soundly asleep, entangled in sheets and limbs, when there are a few abrupt knocks on the door before it pops open to its full extent, the youngest Winchester’s voice drowning in from the hall.

“Hey, Dean? I’m back! Look, I figured we could talk. I’m sorry about yesterd–… ay… Whoa!”

“Wha-!” Y/N jolts up from the bed at the unexpected intrusion, her elbow hitting Dean straight in the face as he rises behind her. The force of the blow knocks him out of bed, the hunter tumbling to the cold ground.

Y/N clasps her palm over her mouth, staring at Sam’s shocked expression, their eyes both wide before she glances over her shoulder to her lover on the ground.

“Ow! Jesus…”

“Y/N?”

“Hi, Sam,” the huntress smiles awkwardly at the younger Winchester, sheepishly shrugging her shoulders as she hides her naked body underneath the sheets. “Good morning. How-, uh, how was the documentary?”

“Uhm, good?” Sam doesn’t look any less freaked out by what his hazel eyes are witnessing, though.

Dean groans behind her, rubbing a palm over his aching face before sending his little brother a lazy grin. “Hiya, Sammy.”

Sam then lets out a long sigh through his nose and mutters, “About damn time…”

“Yeah, about that, little brother… Might call Eileen and book yourself a room for at least a week somewhere,” Dean tells him, smirking.

Sam’s brow furrows, “What? Why?”

“Oh, because I’m gonna rail Y/N in every room we have,” Dean explains casually, watching Sam’s eyes widen.

“Oh?” Y/N sends her boyfriend an intrigued look, which he responds to with a sly wiggle of his eyebrows and a wink. “Even the dungeon? Are you, like, gonna tie me up and stuff?”

Dean’s eyes look at her lovingly, causing her cheeks to flush with heat. “Where have you been all my life, sweetheart?”

“Oh God, what have I done…,” Sam groans with a thick swallow.

PHEW! And we’re done with one shot week, babes! 😮‍💨 I honestly hadn’t planned this but found some inspiration over the weekend and finished some WIPs, and since they were all about different kinds of love, I figured they were perfect for Valentine’s Day 💖

Hope you enjoyed these various journeys, and if you did, please consider telling me here and leaving me with some kind words 🥰 Now excuse me while I go work on a few Soldier Boy one shots. I’ve missed my toxic Ben-Ben. Read you soon, babes! 😝🖤

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Imagine that Sister Winchester is super intelligent, with a much higher than average IQ, but Sister Winchester always hides it out of embarrassment and to impress her "friends" and a boy at school.

When they are on a case, Sister Winchester always brings out super intelligent facts like mathematical formulas or something like that, but she always acts stupid, as if she had just said something super intelligent and when Sam, Dean and Bobby turn to look at her, she is like "I read it somewhere"

Dean, Sam and Bobby know that she is super intelligent but they don't say anything so as not to pressure her, but when Sister Winchster meets Kevin he immediately realizes how intelligent Sister Winchester is and also realizes that she hides it, until One day Kevin tells Sister Winchester that she doesn't have to pretend to be stupid to impress anyone and that she is perfect like that.

(I stole the plot from Teen Wolf)

Awww I love this!

Dean and Sam are so happy (at first) that Kevin encouraged their little sister to be herself, but then her and Kevin have conversations that are much too long about stuff that Sam and Dean don’t understand in the slightest

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

Apex Predator {Demon!Dean AU}

Warnings: You better be 18+ before you read this. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! DEMON!DEAN NON-CONSENSUAL SEX. IMPLIED MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Slight fingering, dubious consent, unprotected vaginal penetration, slight cock-warming, creampie, hints of dominance and submission, orgasms. Possible Stockholm? If I forgot anything, please let me know, I want to make sure readers are aware. Read with caution.

Summary: You are in the bunker with Demon!Dean. Sam has been murdered and the exits are all locked down. No matter how much you run, you can't escape. He's hungry and he's coming for you.

Paring: Demon!Dean x Trapped Fem!Reader

A/N: I am used to writing smut for Demon!Dean, but this time I felt like taking a darker route. D!Dean in his full-on, not giving a shit, no morals style. This story is triggering and is meant to be triggering, so feel free to simply scroll past it if it's going to offend you.

Please don't post any of my work anywhere else, do not steal, copy, or use parts of it. I have worked hard on this story and it's not yours to take.

Word Count: 3.5k

The sounds of Sam's screams were never going to leave your mind. It was a broken record that played over and over inside your mind. His death seemed like it had taken forever. A part of you blames yourself. If you maybe had been more firm in your stance on this whole situation, Demon Dean wouldn't be here, Sam would still be alive, and you would be lying in your comfortable bed far away. However, he was insistent, and look where it got him.

Now you found yourself running through the Men of Letters bunker, trying to navigate its complicated stone brick hallways in an attempt to find yourself someplace to hide. In the back of your mind, you knew there was no place he wouldn't find you. You were trapped in here with him, the exits all shut off and blocked, trapping you in here and also keeping everything out of here. You tried to call Cas, but there was no answer. You were left unheard and alone.

You turn a corner into Dean's bedroom and stop, looking around a moment at all the untouched stuff. Sam left everything in its place, waiting for Dean to come back to it as nothing had ever happened. But that wasn't going to be the case. You're eyes swell with tears as you go to quietly close and lock the door behind you. The seriousness of the situation was setting into your mind. You were expecting the worst, and rightfully so.

You take a moment to pick up one of Dean's shirts off the bed and hold it close to your face. It still smelled like him, and in a way, it was comforting. The memories of your time with Dean came flooding back to you, which causes pain in your chest and for you to cry harder. In the distance, you can hear him and the sound of the hammer he carried dragging along the brick walls.

A sense of panic washes over you, and you slid on Dean's old shirt like a comfort blanket. Feeling almost like a child that hides from the monsters with their comforter over their head. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your palms are sweaty, and your whole body shakes as you hear him coming closer to you. There is no place to hide, there is no place to run, Dean will find you. You slid yourself down into a corner and, bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your eyes glue themselves to the door, waiting.

If there was one thing that Demon Dean particularly enjoyed, it was the hunt. The moment you took off, he stood there, giving you a small head start. 1...2...3...4. He counted aloud, giving you some time before he headed off in the direction of your scent. Your perfume was one he knew so well, it brought back fond memories of your nude skin pressed against his and you moaning his name. The kind of memories that he thought about often when he was alone.

He knew, at this moment, that you were scared of him. And rightfully so. He knew that you saw Sam's head being caved in with a hammer, and that wasn't a pleasant experience. You were terrified, and he could smell that a mile away, a unique smell that mixed well with your perfume. The sent of fear was something that Dean was getting used to. Fear is a potent aphrodisiac; fear was something that really got the demon going. He thrived off it. People were right to be afraid of him. He was a powerhouse, and nothing was going to stand in his way and stop him. Especially when it came to you.

It would be a lie to say that Dean wasn't happy to see you again. He was rather excited about it until you tried to help Sam. Dean was a little disappointed in you, but that didn't change the fact that Dean had a few things in mind for you. And now that he had you alone, there wasn't anything that was going to stop him. It was just you and him and the rest of the night.

Dean moves down the hallway, dragging the hammer against the brick walls. He hums a slow tune that sounds like One Way or Another. He knew that you didn't have many places to run and hide, and he had a hunch about where you would run to. You would be looking for a sense of safety, and there was only one place here where you would feel safe right now. He chuckled to himself. Would you be that predictable? If you had already accepted your fate, you might have. And for a moment, he wondered what was running through that little mind of yours.

He continued to walk the hallways, dragging the hammer along with him, occasionally hitting something in hopes of hearing you jump, whimper, or making you run. But the less he saw of you, the more confident he became about where he was going to find you. Dean stopped in front of his bedroom door and looked at it; his hand went to handle and jiggle it. It was locked. 'Bingo.' He thought to himself as he kicks open his bedroom door.

You jump and look as he stands in the doorway, bathed in red emergency lighting from Sam having cut the power. The reason you are trapped in here with him. You didn't know your way around the bunker, not the boys did, or maybe you would have had a chance to turn the power on and get out of there. You scramble yourself and try and push closer into the corner of his bedroom.

"Dean, please, don't." You are quick to say behind tears.

All he can do is simply chuckle as he approaches you, his shoulders swaying with each looming step to your demise. You sniffle and wipe your face off quickly with the sleeve of his shirt, crying harder with each step forward to you that he takes. Fight or flight kicks in more, and there is no place to run. You are left in no other position other than to fight.

"Don't fret, Buttercup, I'm here." He says, his deep voice echoing off the bedroom walls around you.

Dean tosses the hammer down on his bed and looks at you, seeing his shirt wrapped around you in the faint red light. He smirks even more. You were always a sentimental creature, hanging onto things that should have been let go, like him. But it was clear that there were still feelings there. You had hoped to bring the old Dean back. But that Dean was long dead and gone. You had Demon Dean now, and he was going to make you his, one way or another.

"You know, you were always so pretty when you cry." He growls at you as he moves quickly and grabs your ankle, pulling you to him.

Instinct kicks in, and your free foot goes to kick at Dean, but he takes the blows and maintains a firm grip on you. You let out a shrill scream with no one to hear it and no one to save you.

"Don't touch me! DEAN NO! Fuck off!" You plead with him, trying so hard to break free.

His grip gets more powerful, and the more you fight, the more excited Dean gets. He groans as he feels you struggling under his grasp. Dean wants you to fight him. He needs you to do it. He takes another blow from your kick and chuckles, a smirk coming to his face. With no effort, Dean pins you down and leans over your body. He nuzzles his face into your neck and smells you, letting out a groan in your ear. You are quick to turn your head and cry, wincing as you feel the weight of him on you.

Your mind raced with the worst of the worst scenarios. You weren't sure if you would rather be dead or in the position you are in now. You start to jerk your hands as you try and break free from Dean's grasp. For a moment, he lets you think you might have a chance before he has you pinned back down. A deep-throated laugh comes from him.

You tense as you feel a hand quickly moving to push open his shirt and cupping your breast. But the feeling of your shirt getting in his way was frustrating to him. He growls and unpins you, and you go to wiggle your way out from underneath him, but he is quick to grab your and your clothing. Piece by piece, he starts to strip you down, ripping the garments off your body as if they are made of nothing.

His shirt, the one that had been a comfort to you, and yours are first to go, tearing them asunder and tossing them to the side. He then undoes your pants and forces them off of you. You kick at him again, which only ends up helping him, but as he's tossing your pants to the side, you take that moment to break free and force yourself to your feet. You make a break for the door, but Dean is quick. He grabs you by your ankle, and your legs go out from under you.

With a hard thud, your body slams against the floor, and your head smacks into it. You protect your face with your hands and gasp for air as the wind is knocked out of you. With a slight daze, you try and regain your mental self as you reach for where your head hit the floor. You feel a warm liquid pooling slightly on your hand, but before you have a chance to go and look at it, Dean is back over you.

Dean's hands move to your bud and he brings his fingers in a circular motion against you. For a moment, your hips buckle, and your mind is confused by the familiar feeling of Dean's large rough fingers against your bud. He glides his fingers against you, and your panties moisten with your own juices. Dean couldn't help but smirk.

"I still make you wet buttercup, face it. Even doing this, your body wants me, just like it used to."

"Dean, stop please. Let's talk about this!" You plead with him.

"What is there to talk about Buttercup, the evidence is between your perfect legs!" He growls at you loudly.

He didn't want your chatter, Dean wanted to feel your core grip around him tightly, just like you used to. He wanted to remind you what he felt like and why you loved him. Dean wanted you to be his again, and if he had to force it, that is what he was going to do. Dean was going to make you cave if it was the last thing he did. He was going to keep you and never let you go this time.

Dean leans down to kiss you, and you bring your head up with force and slam it into his mouth. His head jerks back as his lip sliced open by his tooth. He growls heavily and grabs a handful of your hair, and jerks your head back to look at him.

"Don't do that again!" He commands you his voice is loud as it echoed back off the walls again.

"Fuck you Dean! Get off me!" You snap back at him through your tears. You didn't want to cave to him, and yet, a part of you enjoyed this fight and the way he handed you. A small part of you may have even wanted him to continue, but you fought that part of yourself. You knew better. This was wrong. Wasn't it?

Dean's nostrils flair as you both look into each other eyes, and his hand grips at your core, covering it with his large palm as his fingers dug into your panties. He was trying to make a point, and our tears and pleading were only fueling him. His hand moved in a way that took your panties by the handful and ripped them from your body.

You go to fight him again, shoving your hands against his shoulders, but the weight of him on you was overwhelming. You cry out and angrily scream, adding fuel to his fire. He grunts as he grips your hands and brings them back above your head, moving them so that he's able to hold them both with one massive hand, pinning you back down to the ground. Dean's free hand fumbles with his pants as he frees himself and slides his erect member into your wet core.

He feels as your muscles tighten around him, pushing and pulling at him as if your body was conflicted by the feeling of him inside you. You raise your hips and try and close your thighs, but you can't. You lift your heels and attempt to push his knees out from under him, but he doesn't budge. All you can do is look up at Dean, tears streaming down your face as you are forced to take him inside of you.

You look at him in defeat, but you wondered if you anticipated the feeling of his pumps inside you again. It had been such a long time, and if one thing hadn't changed, it was the way his hips moved, and the length of him hit your wall and sweet spot so easily. Dean noticed that with every thrust inside you, your body tensed around his member, coated him in your sweet juices. Your skin felt hot and feeling his breath on you gave you goosebumps.

With each time Dean thrust into you, he grew harder. You could feel it, the way his member would tighten, and twitch, and get bigger. He grunted in your ear, and you whimpered. All you wanted was your mind to go someplace else and as you close your eyes, your mind drifts off, and you think about the times with Dean that was good. The way he handled your body in such a different way, rough, but not forcing himself on you.

You drifted off to a particular memory in the back of Baby, the way his body hovered over you and he slowly pushed himself inside you. But the thought wasn't long maintained as Dean's hand went into your hair and he jerked your head, bringing you back to reality.

"No, none of that. Focus on me, Buttercup. Focus on the now." He leans down and whispers in your ear in a sultry tone. You cry again a moment, not saying anything to him. Refusing to speak or to cry out. Dean maintained control over you as he slowed down his thrust and had you feel the entire length of him. He almost pulls out to slowly push himself back inside of you.

"Feel me Buttercup. Just like you used to. Don't I feel good?" He moans in your ear and all you can do is think about it. He does feel good. Maybe it is better to submit than to fight it. And with that, you cave to him. Feeling as he fills you with his member. Your back arches up into him and Dean groans.

"That's it. Just like that. Good girl!" He begs you almost, wanting you to give in more. He needed you to give into him. Your hips start to move with his and he presses deeper inside of you. You let out a shaking moan and your breathing buckles inside of your chest as you try and get some air.

Your body starts to shake slightly under him, shivers moving up your spine as he presses himself into you and holds himself there. Dean warms his member inside you, pressing into you as he pulls tightly at your hair. Your back arches again and you whimper more, feeling as he holds his twitching member inside of you.

"Tell me I feel good. Tell me." He begs you, his deep voice softens as if that was going to make this all better. But the way his voice softened reminded you of how he used to sound and in an odd way, it was comforting. But you shake your head and try to not say anything, your eyes swelling with tears again. Could you verbally admit it? Would you be losing your mind you did?

"Buttercup, I can feel it. I know you enjoy it. Now tell me, how good does this feel?" He asks this time instead of begs or insists that you tell him. He moves your head to look into his black-filled eyes and you see that the Dean you knew once was gone and this was him now. But could you accept it? As the black moves out of his eyes, Dean shows you the bright green hues that you once knew. For a moment, both of you just gaze at each other, looking into the eyes of each other as if the only thing in the world was the both of you and nothing else was left.

He keeps his eyes locked into yours as he starts to pick up the pace again, slow and steady as he wants to watch the way you react to him. He growls at you slightly and pressed roughly into you, slamming his hips slowly up as he hits your wall and pulls himself almost back out again. His member twitches inside of you again, sending shivers up your spine once more.

"You feel good..." You say, breaking down and admitting it finally. Dean smiles, knowing that he already knew this because your body told him how good he felt. He picks up the pace more, thrusting into you harder, his hand still gripping onto your hair. The palm of his free hand rested next to your head, keeping his weight up as he started to thrust harder and a little faster.

"Say it again, Buttercup." He commands of you.

"You feel good, Dean. You always felt good.." You whimper.

He growls and moans as he hears the words come out of your mouth. This felt like a victory to him and he wasn't going to let up until he was done. With a swift motion, Dean lifted you up and rolled over, bringing you on top of him, which pressed him even deeper into you. His hands quickly move to your hips and he grips tightly to make sure you don't try and get off of him. He guides your motions and presses his hips up, allowing himself to be as deep as he can.

You can feel the friction of his skin and jeans against your swollen and throbbing bud and this causes your body to shake. And as your body shakes, he follows suit.

"Cum with me. Do it." He commands of you as he forces your hips to move in sync with his. You let go completely, allowing yourself to enjoy it, despite your better judgment. Your body shakes as you let go, allowing yourself to finish on Dean. Your body is rushed with a heat that waves over you quickly and your vision blurs slightly as you tightly close your eyes. Your hands move to brace yourself against Dean's chest as you grip at his shirt and pull on it as your body shakes repeatedly with your finish.

As Dean feels you finish, he can't control himself. He forces you to move your hips faster and harder against him as his body shivers from head to toe, finishing with you. He growls, dropping his head back against the cold concrete floor, and his back arches slightly and he fills you completely. For a moment, everything fell into place. It was as if nothing had ever happened, like old times from before he became 'lean-mean Dean'.

For a moment, you sit on him, unable to move and still trying to take all of this in. And as your senses come back, you quickly scramble off of him and back up, sitting on the floor and your back coming to rest against his old bed. Dean sits up and puts himself back into his pants before he looks at you. His eyes move over you strongly before he lets out a breath.

"You're mine." He says as he stands up and walks to you, picking up your nude body and pressing you against him. His rough hands wrap around your waist and he holds you close like he used to. You go to push away from him, pressing your hands against his chest and pushing back, but he refuses to let you go.

"Dean, please..." You plead to him again and he simply shakes his head. Dean wasn't going to let you go, you weren't ever going to be able to leave here and you knew that. Your eyes swell with tears and you look up at Dean as he gazes down at you with those green hues.

"You're mine. And I am not letting you leave."

Tagging: @tellingyouastory

[nyxvuxoa]

Dreaming of You

Dreaming!Dean x Fem!Reader

Summary: Asleep and missing you, a touch, and attention-starved Dean starts to dream about you.

T/W: This goes back and forth between dream perspective Dean and a sleeping Dean perspective, so it jumps around a bit. Dream smut. Handjob, a little bit of oral sex, and vaginal sex. A begging, and needy dreaming Dean.

A/N: I haven't written anything in a few days, so here is something new and a little rusty. Maybe this can be part one, and part two would be touch starved!Dean coming home to you. Requests are open.

Image Credit: Gif was found via google.

Word Count: 1,427

Dean had been working what almost seemed like constantly. The only breaks he felt he was getting were when he was eating or asleep. This was becoming a bit much. It was case, after case, and all he wanted was a moment to breathe and unwind. Today was another day of the same thing, he had taken out a nest of vampires, a pretty much routine case.

As he wrapped things up and headed back to their hotel, all Dean could do was think about you. He wanted to come home back to you, but right now, that wasn't possible. There was a lot to do. All he could do was call you, tell you how much he missed you, and think about you day in and day out.

When Dean hit the bed tonight, it was welcoming. His whole body was tense and sore. It took him no time to fall asleep, a soft snore coming from him as he drifted off. At first, his dreams were about a hunt, fighting off another creature. He tossed and turned, frustrated that he felt like he couldn't even get a break in his dreams. But suddenly, everything went still. Dean was in his bed, and it was calm and quiet.

He felt as your hand wandered over against his chest, feeling him. Your lips met his jaw, kissing at him gently and nipping slightly. Dean stops tossing and turning, and his body relaxes just slightly. "Y/n..." He says in his sleep softly, and in the dream, you sit up slightly and look at him with a loving and sweet smile.

"Relax baby, I'm right here."

"I've missed you, so much." He whispers to you.

You both take a moment to look into the eyes of each other before you lean in and kiss him. Your lips lock and his tongue playing with your a moment. Dean groans against your lips as his hand moved to the back of your head, and he deepens the kiss. The feeling of your lips against his was nothing short of amazing. He missed how soft they were. He desires how in between big kisses, you planted small little ones on his lips.

Your hand snakes down under his blanket, and you reach for him. You move your hand under his boxers, taking his cock in your hand and gently stroking it, feeling as he hardens in your grip. "I'll make you feel better, baby." You tell him, and the words echo around him slightly. His back arched against the bed a little, feeling himself harden in your grip. Dean simply nods his head at you, his breathing picking up.

Dean turns on his back as he sleeps. His chest starts to heave up and down as his breathing picks up; his lips part as he starts to get a little breathy, letting out small moans and groans softly. Your hand felt so real, and it felt so good. His body relaxes, and his cock stiffens under the bedspread.

In his dream, you stroke him, your hand keeps a steady pace as he moans for you. Your name already escaping his lips. You move his blanket from the top of him and expose his stiff self as you adjust yourself to take him into your mouth. In the vividness of Dean's dream, he feels as your lips press around him and you take in his length to the back of your mouth. You bring your lips back to the tip of his cock, playing with his sensitive head, your tongue flicking against him.

"Ooh, fuck." He moans softly as his hips lift slightly. He places a hand on the back of your head and forces himself further into your mouth. "Your mouth...it feels so good."

He says to your dream self as he starts to pump his hips up into your face, his hand holding your head in a steady place. Your hands move to his thighs as you brace yourself, and the feeling of your fingers touching him sends goosebumps over his sleeping body.

Dean stirs in his sleep again, his hips moving slightly with the motions he makes in his dream. His hand drifts down to cock as he grips at himself tightly, holding himself in his hand, his cock twitching heavily at the thought of you. As the dream shifts, Dean looks down at you and peeks up from his cock. He licks at his bottom lip as he pulls it in and bites down on it.

"Fuck me, Buttercup. Please. I need it." Dean begged you, his tone pleading as he wanted so badly to feel himself inside you again. You move from his side to on top of him, sliding himself into your core. You press your hips down into him, rocking them back and forth. You tighten around him, and he moans loudly. His hands moved to grip at your sides as he starts to guide your motions on top of him.

"Oh fuck, baby." He whimpers.

As Dean stirs again in his sleep, his hand starts to move along his cock. He matches the motions of you in the dream, gripping at himself tightly as he strokes from base to tip.

"Don't stop baby." He talks in his sleep. "Keep going. Please. Keep going." He moans in his sleep again as his hand picks up the pace from your motions even more. "Don't stop. Harder. Harder."

You rock your hips on him, moving faster and harder. Dean starts to pump his hips up into you. His moaning and groaning becoming consistent with each thrust. He feels as the pressure of his release starts to build in his core which causes his fingers to grip tighter at you. With a swift motion, Dean sits up and rolls you over into your back. His heavy body hovers over yours, and he starts to pump into you roughly and passionately.

You moan and arch your back in his dream. You claw at his back as his cock pressed into the sweet spot. Your body trembles under him, and he's missed that tremble so much. "Oh God baby, you are so tight. Is that because of me?" He asks you, wanting to be praised. You nod your head and moan his name, which echoes around him. Dean smiles and presses into you harder and starts to pick up the pace.

His hand moves over his cock harder and faster, matching the pace of himself inside you. He gips at himself tightly as he starts to twitch heavily, his muscles tightening all over. He moans in his sleep about how you feel, your name slipping from his lips repeatedly. "Who's my good girl, Y/n?" He asks you in his sleep. "Fuuck, baby."

In his dream, Dean keeps a steady, but quick pace. He can't bring himself to stop. The way you felt was so inviting. The way you tightened around him caused him to tremble from head to toe. He presses himself into you as far as he could go, his cock twitching heavily as he releases and fills you. You finish with him, tightening around for a final time before the dream fades away.

Dean wakes in his sleep at the feeling of his own climax. He keeps his hand going, his back arched against the bed and his full lips part with the sound of a heavy deep moan for you. Dean finishes on the fabric of his boxers and pants, and then his body relaxes back against his bed. It took him a moment to realize where he was and what he had been doing.

Dean's head turns to look at the clock on his bedside table, and it was only 3am. He blinks a few times and looks down at himself, laying there a moment as he catches his breath. He does his best to not forget the dream. Dean thinks about the vision of you on top of him. He thinks about the way your hips rocked against his as his cock was buried deep inside you.

But that feeling of loneliness set back over him as he turned in his bed to see it empty, and he's alone. Dean furrows his brow and shoves himself out of his bed. He tosses the blankets to the side and walks away and into the bathroom where he slams the door shut behind him and turns on the shower. "For fucks sake... I want to go home." He tells himself as he stips down and steps under the water.

[loudestcloud]

While I was practicing my Enochian handwriting today, I thought about Cas teaching Jack how to write Enochian and made this little sheet. (please forgive my English handwriting btw, I know it's not great)

The large words are Cas so Jack could see the all the points and curves in the letters, The little scruffy ones is Jack trying his best and the pink is Cas' corrections.

The words are 'Jack' 'Castiel' 'Dean' and 'Sam'. (There was tape in the page behind this stopping me from writing smoothly so that's why, with Dean's name in Cas' writing, the N is a bit far apart from the rest) In Jack's spelling of Castiel, he put i twice but drew the first one very messy and some of the letters are a bit off. In his spelling of Sam, he used the letter H because in English it looked like an M and he got confused. The pink notation nest to the red sticker says 'Don't forgot the points xx' because I always forget to add the triangle points and I think Jack probably would as well. Lastly, the tick next to Sam's correct spelling is in a circle cos that's what my school did if you got it but needed help so it's how I mark things now

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Some time passes and Jack managed to figure out all the letters to write Castiel's name. He was nervous so added a question mark at the end then asked his dad if it was correct. Cas was touched that Jack tried his name first. He told him it was very close and marked the page again, this time with small corrections and slid the note book back over to him again. Seconds passed before Cas realized that Jack was showing genuine interest in the language! He moved next to Jack, settings aside his work, added another sticker and wrote his name underneath where Jack had to show him all the little points and curves.

Temp edit: I am posting this at 2am without proof reading it so there will probably be spelling mistakes

Jack just wanted to know how to spell his name and Cas, not thinking about it much, asked if he wanted it written in Enochian. Jack got very excited about it, Cas happily wrote it at the top of the page and continued to do what he was doing before hand. Jack then wrote his name on his own under it, feeling very proud. He looked at the word for a moment then each letter individually. Underneath it, he wrote 'Ca', stopped and erased it. He didn't know the rest of the letters so he went off to find a book about it. When he came back to the table, Cas had graded his word and added a sticker. They smile at eachother and get back to work.

First task was just copying what Cas wrote. The words had to be ones that Jack wanted to write to keep him engaged in the task. Upon being asked he chose to stay on the theme of family. Dean was asleep at the other end of the table so he said the next word to write would be Dean's name next. Copying worked pretty good for Jack as he got to watch Cas' pencil as it moved and he could watch as the letters form on the page. This time, he wrote it perfectly, getting an '100%' sticker.

However, Jack wanted to try a word on his own again and to complete the set, that word was Sam's name! S ✓ A ✓ H × Woops. "I can understand the confusion, don't be discouraged." Cas said to him, "An M is actually written like this. It's like a 3 that's flipped and falling backwards." He wrote the correct letter above the mistake in his pink pen. Jack re wrote the word. S A M ✓. All fixed & Sticker achieved! Cas wrote the word under it as extra confirmation that it was correct.

Sam walks past and looks at the sheet. The 3 talked for a while about it and Sam said that he used to think H was M too when be started reading Enochian and that it's an easy mistake to make. Sam had came by because he needed to borrow Cas' research for a moment. While left alone, Jack decided to try and write a short sentences. He looked at the page, thinking of what to write when it hit him. 'Take the 'i' from Castiel, the 'a' from Dean, 'M' from Sam then add my name to it' he thought, 'and you get...'

I am Jack !

He stot up from his seat to go show Cas, knocking over his chair, startling Dean awake in the process. Jack caught Cas and Sam in the hall and showed them both. He was so bouncy that he couldn't hold the page still enough for them to read so Cas suggested they all go back to the table as the stickers are back there anyway as well as the pen he had been marking with. Upon arriving back they all saw Dean looking at the stickers. "Aren't they cool? Look how many I got today!" Jack said as he showed Dean his work, explaining the words to him. "That's my name up the top then Cas then yours. I didn't do any mistakes on yours! I messed up with Sam's but that's okay, 'M' is hard." Dean smiled and nodded as he listed to Jack talk, "I'm gonna get one more sticker if this is correct right?" Jack said and handed the book to Cas. He marked it and drew a little Bee just for fun. "You did so well you can have 2 and you can pick them yourself." Jack was ecstatic at Cas' words then, after some thought, picked the flower so the bee had a nice place to land. "The flower is pink just like the bee" he said as Cas placed the sticker down on the page.

[diddilysquatbubkis]

As he looked at you with those deep, intense eyes, you swear you could lose your mind looking into them. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck which sent a small chill throughout your entire body. You felt your fists clench harder onto the bottom of his shirt and your face began to blush bright pink. You looked downward at his slightly parted lips, and he gently bit the bottom lip to tease you. You looked back into those passionate eyes. He smirked at your eagerness, and wrapped his arm around your waist, slowly pulling you toward him. Your eyelids slowly fell as you followed his urge to pull you closer. You could feel his warm breath and the heat on his skin as your prepared to kiss him for the first time. Your hands slightly pulled him toward you and you both-

Sam: “Hey guys!”

You quickly pushed Dean away from you as your face flushed red. Dean stumbled a bit but managed to get his balance.

Sam: “So get this.”

Sam hadn’t a clue as to what almost happened and definitely didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but you really wanted to hit him for doing such.

[winchestersimagines]

The Hard Way

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Demon!Reader

Summary: The reader is a victim of an Demon named Anastasia. The brothers try to save here, but the plan goes wrong.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Blood

Reader`s POV

Darkness, was all I see. I don`t know where I am. All I remembered is that I was on the way to the train station and then nothing, I woke up here again. I tried to look around but I realized that my hands are tied up to the ceiling. Inside of me raised panic and I tried to relieve myself. I gave up when I heared someone laughing.

“Keep trying but I dosen`t work.” a voice said but I couln`t see a face to that voice. “Who are you? And what do you want from me?” I asked with a slight panic in my voice. A person stepped out of the darkness and smiled my way. But it wasn`t a friendly smile it was more like a evil grin, I mean what do I expect? I am tied up in a fucking dark room, and I`m so scared and confused. “I am Anastasia a demon from hell.” she said. “No that impossible demos dosen`t existes.” I said in disbelive. She came nearer to me and looked me deep in the eye and took my face in her hand and pressed it very hard. “ Oh you innocent little girl,” she said and here eyes turned black. I took a stepp back and was so shocked. “What-what do you want f-from me?” I cied out. “You are my shill to get some hunters down here so I can kill them.” “Omg please don`t kill me” I said tears rolling down my face. “I have to think abut it.” Is the last think she said befor she punshed me really hard in my face. My head flew back and I think she broke my nose. Then she smashed here knee into my stomach. I cired the whole torture through. She did it as long till I blacked out.

I woke up a few hours later and I saw the demon already waited for me. “Look who woke up,” she laughed. I tasted the blood in my mouth that flow down from my broken nose. “I have something new to try out. We`re going to have a lot of fun.” “P-please no.” I whispered because I already was to weak. I saw here coming near my face with a knive in her hand. “Aw are you done with the nagging? I am trying to have some fun.” She said and cut through my skin from my cheek. I cried outl oud and tried gto get away. But she dosen`t like the idea that I move and kicked my knee so hard that I heard a loud crack and lost my balance from that leg, so that I stand on just one leg. “Ohh did I break your leg? I am so sorry….not. Because you are going to stay here if you want or not beacuse you are my toy, and nothing chance that.” She said laughing. THe next few hours she cutted though my skin all over my body that at some pont, I didn`t get the pain anymore and blacked out, once again.

3 days later

I don`t know how long I stayed here. I lost my sense of time. I could be days or even weeks but no one tried to find me. So I lost my hope, I even think that I am going to die here.

Dean`s POV

“Dean? I think I found a case!” Sam yelled through the whole bunker.When I heard that I stood up from the kitchen tabel and get directly into the libary where Sam sat with his laptop right infront of him. “What case?” I asked. “In Tacoma, Washington goes a Girl missing. Here name is Y/N Y/L/N. She goes every morning to a diner but since three days she hasn`t been there. Also here whole backpack was found in a litlle street near the train station.” He explained. “I don`t know Sammy that dosn`t has to be a case. She just could have runaway from home or something.” I said and wanted to go away but Sam stoped me. “I just forgot 4 people befor went missing and they were all found dead in a river near that Train station. Also there has been a lot of thunderstroms in the last few days and some people say they have seen black smoke. Sounds like a demon to me.” He explained. “Okay I am going to pack some stuff see you in 10 at the garage.” I agreed and walked to my room and packed some stuff.

Now we sat in Baby on our way to Washington  This is going to be a one day trip till we get here, if we don`t have to make alot of breaks.

When we get there I drove straight to the nearest motel and booked us a room. “Okay we are going and change into the FBI look and asked a few quesions to the witnisses. Alright?” I asked “Sure.” Sam answered. So we changed our flannel and jeans look to a fancy suit. We drove to the diner ere the girl has been last seen. We came in and looked around for a woman with Black hair. When I saw here I let Sam know by tip him on the arm and pointing to the Woman who  talked to some customors. We walked directly to here and already picked out our fake FBI ID out of the pocktes. “Good Afternoon are you Betty Smith?” I asked as friendly as I could. “Yes, and who are you?” she asked and looked confused. We showed here our fake ID and said “My name is agent Stuward and this is my patner agent Lautner, we are from th FBi and we like to ask you a few questions about the missing girl Y/N Y/L/N.” I asked. “Yeah sure, please take a seat.” She said and we all took a steat at a tabel in the middle of the diner. “So Mrs. Smith you were the one who file the missings person`s report, why?” Sam asked the woman. “I know that sounds weird but she came here every day to by some food for the last 2 month, but when she didn`t came here anymore I was worried. Seh was very kind and I like her alot. I am jsut worried.” She explained. “We understand Mrs. Smith.. When was the last time you saw her?” I asked. “It was four days ago in the evening. She was later than usual, nomal she came in the afternoon. She buyed alot more food with the little money she had. I tought she would go away again and so came here the food and she already gone again.” “But when you think she gone away why did you called here missing?” I asked confused. “Because she didn`t had any bags by her side. Also I saw her going into a small alley, in this alley is no way out, But she never came out. I looked for her but all I found was her backpack laying in the connor with some sleepin stuff next to her.” “Okay, thank you very much for your help. When you have some questions or need help you can call us. Have a good day.” Sam said and layed down our visit card on the tabel.

After that we gone back to our motel room and changed our outfit. I decided to get some food from the nearest fast food restaurant while Sam does the research. While I waited that my food is ready I heard two guys discuss. “I swear to god that I saw black smoke coming out of a men and got into another woman.” One of them explains. “you saw alot to much horror movies, it was just your fantasie, belive me.” Said the other one in disbelive. “If you don`t belive me I wil find someone else who does.” Said the man and ran out of the restaurant. Exact that moment came our food, I took it gave the man the money that I was pretty sure was to much and run after the man.

“Hey excuse me. Can I ask you some questions about the black smoke?” I asked and held up my FBI ID. “Sure but why dose the FBI concerns something like that?” He asked. “Hey I asked the queston okay? So where did this happend?” I asked.  “It happend down the old mine. I was there because it`s a popular place to make out with your girlfriend.” He explaines. “Yeah I don`t wanna hear about that.” I commented. “Yeah, sorry, But I definitely saw a man appers from nothing and a black smoke coming out of his mouth. The man fell to the ground and I think he was dead. Later a woman came out and trew the man into the river. After that she looked around and I hidded behind a tree. But I definitely saw black eyes.” He explains. “Where is that old mine?” I asked. “Down the harckley street, deep in the woods.” He said. “Thank you.” I said fast and ran to baby. I drove to the motel again and ran into our room.

“Whats wrong?” was the first thing that Sam asked. “I know where that demon is and where she holds the girl.” I explained. “Where?” “At the old mine. Go pack some stuff and meet me in 5 minutes at baby.” I said and ran out. I got to the trunk and opend it. I opend the second box and took out the demon knive, a gun and some holy water. At that time Sam came and sit down at the passanger seat and waited for me. “Do you have a plan?” He asked. “I am working on it.” Was all I answered.

After some minutes we came to the old mine. But the old mine was so big that we can find he demon befor the sunrises again. We decited to split up and search for the demon. Sam was going down the mine and I was about to go into the main buliding. After an hour we didn`t find anything but when I came to the storage bulding I heard someone talking. It was a woman`s voice. I called Sam and he was about to come to my location.

Reader`s POV

“I am suprised that you are still alive. THe most people I did this to are already dead.” She said and laughed. “It must be sad that no one tries to help and ave you.” She walked around my broken body. “Let`s see how long ypu are going to live befor you die.” She laughed. But a quiet sound stopped her from tortureing me. “Wait her not that you have a choice.” She whipered in my ear and walked away. A few minutes later she came back. “Suprise some hunter are here to save you. But I didn`t make it easy for them.” Is all she said befor black smoke out of here mouth came and forced it down my throat. After that I blacked out. But came back two minutes later. But something was different. I couln`t move my body or anything else. “Don`t try to hard, it`s not gonna work. I have controll over your body now.” Said the demon in my head. I was trapped in my own body.

All I could do now was hopeing that someone could save me from that nightmare in my body.

Dean`s POV

We came into a dark room where just one light shines. I looked around for any signs for the demon. But all I saw was a dead woman on the floor and a Tennager that is tied up to the ceiling. Sam ran towards her. I checked if the woman was still alive, but it was to late. I ran to Sam. “Is she alive?” Was all I asked. “Yes, but very weak. Can you help me get her free?” He asked. “Sure, I hold her and you slove the bonds.” And thats what we did. Wen we got her down she opend her eyes. “Hey everything is okay, we are here to help.” But she just laughed. I looked confused to Sam.

But in exect moment she throw us against the wall. “Suprise. I am the demon:” Was what she said. “Get out of her.” Yelled Sam. “Ehm let me think. Nope.” She walked to a small table and picked up a small knive. After that she walked toward me and held the knive at my neck. “You know that was my plan, to get some victim that is this little innocent girl that is too naive for the world. My plan is to kill every hunter. But you know I decided to kill just one of you so somone of you has to tell storys about me. And the pain that the other died is torture enough.” She explains and laughed. “So who wants to die? You or your brother?” She asked me. “Go to hell.” Was my responds. “Been there wasn`t that funny you know. But you are the one who dies.” Was what she said. She raised the knive an wanted to stab me but Sam stared talking.

“Exircizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte, ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire. Te rogamus, audi nos.” Was all he said and the black smoke came out and got back to hell. We fall free from the grip that held us. “Thank you.” Was all I said befor we ran to the Girl that laied on the floor.

Reader`s POV

All I heard was the sound of a moving car. I shut my eyes open and sat up. Panic raised in my chest and all I wanted to do was jump out of the car. The driber saw that I was awake. “Hey you are awake.” He said. THe other man turned around and talked to me. “Everytihng is okay, we saved you. You are save here. We gonna bring you to the hostpital. My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean.” “No hospital.” Was all I said. “Why not?” Asked Dean. “Ehm I am uninsured.” I said and cried out in pain. “Ohh but you need help you have some bad injurys. We can`t help you at that point.” He said said sad. But Sam talked between. “I know how we can help you.” Was all he said and told us his plan.

At the Hospital

“Help me my daughter is injured.” yelled Sam and ran into the hospital. Two nurses came running with a wheel chair.

After a few hours I came out of the hospital with a gypsum around me leg and nose, some crutches, bruises around my eye and body and some stiched wounds. Sam and Dean waited for me at their car. “Hey, how are you?” asked Sam. “I am fine.” Was all I answered. “I know you had to learn about monsters and all that shit the hard way.” Excuses Dean. “Can you just bring me to the nearest train station?” Was all I asked for. “Sure.” answered Dean. So we drove there.

At the train station, Sam gave me all my stuff and I walked up the stair. The brothers right behinde me. “Where are you going know? Home?” Asked Sam. “I don`t have a home I live on the street.” “Why?”wasn all Dean asked. “I ran away years ago. I couldn`t live any longer with my parents. But that is a long story.” I told them. “How long exactly?” “For three years now. But you know I love it and I wouln`t change a thing about it.” At that moment the train drove into the station. “THank you for everything, I own you one.” I said and hugged them both. Dean pressed me some dollars in the hand. “I think you need it.” Was all he said. I smiled at him and got in the train. “I hope we see you sometime.” Yelled Sam. “I hope we don`t.“ Was all I said befor I couln`t see them anymore. I sat down at a window and was in my own thoughts, as the train drove off.

Dean`s POV

Me and Sam laughed when she said that. We watched as the train drove off. “Do you think she`ll be fine?” Asked Sam. “Yeah she is a strong,brave and indipended woman, she`s gonna be alright.” Was what I said befor we walked down the stairs and back to baby. We we`re back on the road on our way back home.

[writtingsofspn]

You’re Not Gonna Die

Summary: Dean comes to rescue you after you’ve been captured.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Hell lot of swearing but you know that’s normal

A/N: Been sitting on this story for about a week and just decided to post it. Let me know what you think I love love love feedback!

Another punch was thrown at your jaw sending your head snapping back. You bit your tongue to keep from crying out, an action that had the demon laughing, loving the control he held over you. Slowly, he brushed his bloody knuckles (yours or his you honestly weren’t sure of at this point) on his shirt as he paced back and forth before you.

“Just tell me where Dean Winchester is, and this can all end”

“I told you I don’t know where he is” You spit, your tongue brushing over a tooth you were pretty sure didn’t wiggle before.

The demon just laughed again, punching you in the stomach making you double over. “I really don’t know why you’re protecting him”

Now it was your turn to laugh, leaning your head back as you started to loose the energy to keep it upright. “Believe me the last person I would want to protect is Dean fucking Winchester”

“We both know that isn’t true” He squinted his eyes at you, stalking menacingly around the room. “cute defense mechanism though”

“defense mech-“ You were cut off by a squeak in the floorboard. Both you and the demon snapping your attention to the doorway where it came from.

“Speak of the devil” he grinned, sending you a wink before walking over to the door and kicking it open. Grabbing a defenseless Dean Winchester by the shirt and throwing him onto the floor before you.

Dean quickly spun around, avoiding all eye contract with you, to face the demon. He was no doubt pissed that you had gotten captured, pissed that you had made him come and get you or some shit. No doubt whatever it was it was entirely your fault.

“Dean so nice of you to drop in” The demon grinned down at him.

“I followed all of your instructions now let her go” Dean growled, scrambling to his feet.

“Really?” The demon asked, raising his eyebrow “no backup? No weapons?”

“You can check if you want” He answered, holding open his outer layer to show that he was in fact weaponless.

“Alright” The demon nodded hesitantly “tie yourself to that chair, then I’ll let her go”

Dean didn’t hesitate, avoiding your eye contact again before tying his legs and arm to the chair. Letting the demon do the last one. “There all tied up now hold up you end of the deal”

The demon just laughed, walking back over to you “I hold all of the cards here. You’re both weaponless, backup-less, and tied to a chair. Next time seal it with a kiss”

Dean practically jumped out of his seat, trying to lunge at the thing as it ran its fingers through your hair teasingly.

“I think I’ll have some fun with this” He grinned, walking over to the table and grabbing a large knife off of it, waving it in the air in front of you.

“You touch her and I swear-“

“Can’t exactly do much tied to that chair can you?”

The two were interrupted by a knock at the door, a young man poking his head tentatively through the gap. “Sir we have a situation”

The demon made a show of rolling his eyes and sighing “that needs to be dealt with now?”

“Unfortunately”

Another sigh and he spun on his heel to face you, sending a small wink and a quiet “hold this” before thrusting the knife deep into your thigh.

You yelped as you looked down at it, more out of shock then anything, earning another shit-eating grin from the demon as he made his way back across the room and through the door.

Dean was jumping in your direction immediately, the knots he had tied himself coming apart easily allowing him to escape quickly and help you with your own. Not that you were of much help, spending a bit too long just staring at the knife handle sticking out of your thigh.

Dean put his arm under your shoulders, lifting you easily out of the chair and letting you lean heavily on him. “Whatever you do don’t take the knife out” He whisper-yelled at you.

“Yeah no shit” You grimaced back, wasn’t your first time being stabbed, probably wouldn’t be your last you didn’t need him babying you.

Dean just rolled his eyes and led you out of the room, the two of you doing your best to remain as quiet as possible.

A man came out from around the corner without either of you hearing him, being too preoccupied with your stab wound and breathing. He looked between the two of you for a second in shock before jumping into action, getting ready to charge. You looked over at Dean, supporting most of your weight and totally weaponless. There was no way this was going to end well. So without a second thought you pulled the knife from your thigh and threw it at him. The knife effectively landing between his eyes.

Dean wasted no time in lunging for the door to his right, pulling it open and dragging to two of you inside, shutting the door as quietly as possible behind you.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, waiting to see if any more footsteps would appear, before Dean decided to break it.

“You’re bleeding” He whispered, shrugging off his outer layer “you’re always fucking bleeding”

“Sorry next time you get tortured since you’re so much better at it” You shot back, lifting your leg just enough for him to place the jacket beneath it.

“I would at least know not to take the knife out” He muttered, starting to wrap it around your thigh.

“next time I’ll let him catch us” You rolled your eyes, grimacing as he tied it just above the wound, pulling on the sleeves a bit more than necessary. You could have sworn you saw the corners of his mouth tip up at that making you growl beneath your breath. “Whatever lets just get moving”

“You’ve been stabbed in the leg and are heavily bleeding we’re not going anywhere.” He growled “we’ll just wait for Sam and Cas”

“You really did just walk in here with no backup and no weapons” You shook your head, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably against the wall.

“It’s what he told me to do” He shrugged, locking his eyes on the ground.

“Right because demons are known for their strict moral compass”

“I was trying to save your life”

That shut you up immediately. He was right, he came to save you and you’ve done nothing but bitch and moan. And sure it wasn’t the best thought out plan but he was still here. That had to be good for something.

“How far out do you think Sam and Cas are?” You changed your tone, making it much softer and quieter than before.

Dean just shrugged “they wouldn’t exactly just let me come here so-“

“so you snuck out they have no clue you’re even gone” You finished for him with a sigh, resting your head back against the wall.

Dean just nodded, looking back over at you. The effects of blood loss were starting to sink in. Your limbs were starting to grow cold and exhaustion was starting to take over. You laid back against the wall, letting your eyes fall shut only to have Dean kick your foot.

“Keep them open sweetheart”

And while normally you would have objected to the nickname you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so, all energy to do anything leaving you quickly. Instead you just obeyed, snapping your eyes open but was ultimately unable to keep your head kept bobbing.

“Here” Dean sighed softly, making his way over to you and sitting down, leaning you against him so that your head rested on his shoulder.

Once again you didn’t object, just leaning your head against him and staring a back down at your leg wound. Deans jacket and most of your pants in that area were stained a deep red.

“Dean?” You asked hesitantly “am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die” His words were quick and harsh, forcing you into an uncomfortable silence that Dean seemed to sense, quickly correcting himself “you’re just being overdramatic you’re going to be fine”

Feeling a bit better you hummed back at him, still staring at the wound “I never thought I’d be afraid of dying” You continued softly “Afterall I face it nearly everyday. But just sitting here in a closet. Slowly bleeding out.…Dean I’m scared”

Dean was quiet for a few moments, before he hesitantly grabbed your hand, giving it a small squeeze. “How about this. When we get back and I stitch you up I’ll gather all of your blankets and pillows, pop some popcorn and rent a movie”

You chuckled softly, giving his hand a squeeze back “Dean Winchester are you asking me out on a date?”

He paused for a few seconds, “and if I were?”

You chuckled again, unable to fight a small smile off of your face “I’d be alright with that”

Dean’s expression mirrored yours as he pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head “good”

You shuffled further into his shoulder comfortably, letting your eyes finally shut.

“You know what that means right?” He asked, giving his shoulder a small shake knowing that you had tried to fall asleep again.

“hmm?” You hummed lazily, refusing to open your eyes.

“Now you have to live. Cause we have a date and I never get stood up”

You laughed at him “is that so?”

“It is” He nodded. “Now keep your eyes open and stay with me”

“Just a short nap” You mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“No” He objected shaking you slightly “Sam and Cas can’t be much longer”

“short nap-“ You repeated, your voice falling off at the end of it as you drifted off to sleep.

Dean listened as your breathing slowed even further, reaching out for your wrist to check your pulse, silently urging Sam and Cas to hurry up.

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Dean x Sister!reader - Late nights

Hii! Please could you write a Dean Winchester x sister reader with "I think murdering you in your sleep would be justified" "That’s fair, but I will murder you back." 💞😂 - Anon❤️

Walking down the halls of the bunker, you stretched and yawn a little. You had no clue what time it was but judging by the snores coming from Sam’s room it was still late. Ahead of you, you could see light from Dean’s slightly open door, curious, you pushed it open.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asked looking up from the laptop.

“Eh, couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged, “what about you?”

“Same.”

You headed over and sat on the bed with Dean, he slid the laptop halfway onto your lap and handed you an earphone, putting it in, he played the show he was watching.

“You know, you bein away really puts a whole in my plan.” You said flatly.

“Your plan?”

Glancing at Dean, you smirked a little.

“To murder you in your sleep.”

Deans eyes widened a little and he playfully punched your arm. He paused the show again and you turned to face him.

“I don’t think you have a reason for that.” He chuckled.

"I think murdering you in your sleep would be justified.”

“Justified by what?”

“That you, my good sir, are an ass. As the youngest sibling it is my job to be rid of you.”

Dean nodded and crossed his arms, he pointed a finger at you and the flicked your forehead making you pout.

"That’s fair, but I will murder you back."

“Totally fair.”

It went silent again, you stared at your older brother. He smirked a little.

“If you kill me, and I kill you, who’s killing Sam?”

Humming, you thought for a second.

“I mean, we can kill Sam.”

There was a silence and you noticed Deans gaze on the door, turning around you saw Sam with a horrified look on his face.

“Why me?”

“Because you suck.” You and Dean said at the same time.

You laughed and Dean snickered. Sam rolled his eyes and walked over, flopping himself on the bed with you both, as the morning approached you spent time with them both, laughing and talking

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Listen, if you’re going to write an female!Xreader make it open to any person. Don’t make the reader some skinny long haired women, I want more plus size women, stretch marks, acne, short hair, flannel wearing women. BUTTON UPS AND SUITS NOT SOME SHORT SILK DRESS OR A SKIRT! Boy shorts or boxers not lacy underwear

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I should feel better but now I have another extremely sad headcanon

I swear I have no problem with killing Sister Winchester I've just read a lot of fics haha

Imagine if that happened, okay?

and then they were older and everything happens normal, she grows up and meets Kevin and then they start dating

On one occasion Sam overheard them talking about their desire to go to college (she wanted to be a lawyer like Sammy).

Anyway, Kevin dies and then a few years later the Winchester sister dies (maybe the same one you wrote in Cas's arms)

Obviously it is a hard blow for everyone and then in the last seasons, thanks to Chuck or some powerful being, Cas, Dean and Sam

They change reality and now Sister Winchester and Kevin are alive and went to college to have a normal life.

Similar to the day where Ellen and Jo were alive but now with Sister Winchster and Kevin and also Dean, Sam and Cas know that they are in another "reality" since they woke up.

Maybe they got a call when they were in the bunker and it was Sister Winchester asking if they were going to come see her like they had planned

Dean thinks it's a scam, it's obviously a transformer trying to trick them.

Sam has a feeling in his stomach, he had heard his sister talk about going to Stanford to study law like him and now they were going to Stanford, besides being a place with memories for him.

And then when Sam, Dean and Cas see her they hug her regardless of whether it's a trap or not because they miss her and when she died they never got to say goodbye to her.

They spend the whole day with Kevin and the Winchester sister trying to stay in that reality (without telling them that they die), Sam, Dean and Cas discover that she is really happy and that they are both studying what they wanted.

In the end they can't leave the world like this, they have to return everything to normal and they have to say goodbye.

Dean, Sam and Cas decide not to disturb the boys' perfect world and decide not to tell them that they are going to die.

In the last scene Kevin and Sister Winchester are on campus with their friends living a normal life.

Dean feels a little bad about how many times he wished his sister would come back because he knew he would never be able to have this life he's living and that if she somehow came back to life it would just be hunting.

Sam is thinking that this is the life his little sister should live, this is how it should be.

And I can't think about Cas anymore or I start crying haha

Before they get on the impala, Sister Winchester yells at them to wait and runs to hug them and tells them that she is going to miss them.

Parallel to when she was a child and said goodbye to Sammy, only now everything is different.

The boys shed a few tears while they hug each other and then Sister Winchester tells them not to worry that she will see them on vacation or that they can always come visit her.

They assure him that it will be like this even though they know it is a lie.

I'll leave this here and go slowly HAHAH

Jeesh with the sad headcannons 😭😭😭.

When she runs back to hug them, Sam grips onto her and won’t let go for so long…Dean has to put his hand on Sam’s shoulder to snap him out of it.

When Dean hugs her, he cradles the back of her head like he used to do when she was little. He closes his eyes and just tries so hard to enjoy one last moment with his little sister.

Cas hugs her close and tucks her head under his chin, like he’s trying to envelop her completely and protect her from the world.

When they finally drive away, no one can look in the rearview mirror.

[supernatural---imagines]

She’s Not You - Part 2 (Dean Imagine)

READ PART 1 HERE

This part of the story focuses more on the second part of the original request. Angst and fluff :) 

It had been a few months since Dean Winchester chose you. He proposed for you to come on the road with him and the Sam and become a part of their team permanently, and you graciously accepted. These boys had taught you so much in the time you’d been with them, and they had introduced you to Bobby, the man who’s house you all spent a lot of time in. 

You were leaning against Bobby’s kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee listening to the songs of the birds on the other side of the open window. You took in your surroundings; all 6 foot 4 of Sam sprawled out on the couch fast asleep, beer bottles and books from late night researching last night, the peeling wallpaper that hadn’t been re-done in years, the blood stained floor boards from casualties and torturing sessions, the musty smell of the old house, the sound of the creaking floor of Bobby walking upstairs, and then you laid your eyes upon the beautiful man sitting at the kitchen table. He was relaxed back in his chair, head towards the ceiling deep in thought about something. You traced your eyes over his features; his freckles lightly dusted over his nose, gorgeous green eyes that you could get lost in, and his perfect plump lips that seem as though they were made to perfectly fit with yours like two pieces of a puzzle. Your life was so great right now, you’d got the life you’d always wanted. Almost. 

“Babe?” You snapped Dean out of his daydream and his attention turned to you. He raised his eyebrows at you, encouraging you to continue. 

“Can we go to the store and get some supplies before everyone gets up and back to researching?” You asked. Dean agreed it was a good idea and the two of you set off in the impala to the store, listening to tunes and having a few laughs on the road there. 

You arrived at the store, walking through the doors the air conditioning up above blew yours and Dean’s hairs all over the place, making you both laugh at each other. You continued round the store, finding things you needed in between messing about with each other. When you and Dean went anywhere together, it was always a lot of fun. You both joked around and poked fun at each other so much, an onlooker wouldn’t think you were together because you didn’t behave like a “normal” couple. 

Dean was paying for the stuff, you walked round behind him, you went up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek from behind. He blushed and shied away. 

“Alright settle down” He dismissed you, making you feel so small. The woman behind the counter held back her laughter as she looked at you, finding it funny that you just got rejected. You walked back to the car together with a lot less fun. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Up until recently, when you were alone, Dean treated you like you were the only girl in the world, but only at bed time. He treated you like a friend a lot of the time, and it hurt. Compared to how he treated his ex Casey, it was evident that he was more into her. And the more you thought about it, the worse you felt. 

You both sat down in the impala seats, and set off home. He turned the radio on and started to sing along, poking you in your side trying to encourage you to join in. When his actions were met by your swatting hand and he looked across to see your stern face, he pulled the car over not willing to go any further with you in a mood. He got out of the car and waited for you, but when you didn’t move he walked round to the passenger side and opened the door, then proceeded to squat down to be at your eye level. 

“What’s wrong” He asked. You sighed. Were you about to come across as totally needy with what you were about to say? He asked you again.

“You embarrassed me in that store, Dean.” You stated. 

“How?” 

“The way you just brushed me off when I tried to kiss you” A lump formed in your throat as you spoke. Dean meant so much to you and you couldn’t bare to hear him explain this, when you knew the answer would be “i’ve realised i’m not into you” 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m not big on PDA” He said. He was lying to your face. There was no way he wasn’t big on PDA after that massive display him and Casey put on at the bar after that first night. He also used to be more into affection at the beginning, so he was making no sense.

“Don’t lie. You had plenty of public affection for Casey that night.” You spat, still fighting yourself to keep the tears in. He sighed, and bowed his head, taking a few breaths before looking back up to you. 

“There was 2 reasons I was like that at the bar. Casey was so jealous of you. I know we hadn’t seen each other in a while before that hunt, but I still spoke about you a lot and it made her insecure. I was trying to convince her I was into her.” He explained. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear about how he was trying to keep another woman happy but will cause you to get upset. 

“Another reason was, I was trying to convince myself, y/n. From the first day we saw you on that hunt, you in your FBI gear, hair pinned back. My god you were beautiful. I liked you so damn much, I was all over Casey, trying to convince myself she was what I wanted, but she wasn’t. You were. And that’s why I broke up with her.” 

A silent tear escaped from your eye, Dean brought his thumb up to your cheek and wiped it away. 

“So what about now?” You asked, looking for further explanation. 

“I’m scared” He said, his voice cracking. He puffed his breath out trying to keep his emotion under control. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know..” He trailed off.

“No. Come on, why?” You stood your ground, you wanted answers. 

“I’m scared of this Y/N!” He shot up, pacing for a few seconds before squatting back down to speak to you. 

“You are so important to me. These past few weeks, I’ve felt different and it’s scaring me. If I show you off, hand in hand, kisses, all the rest, then it’s real. Me and you, we’re real. And that just makes things so much harder with this job and worrying about you or losing you. It kills me.” He stopped, but your look of confusion prompted him to continue. 

“I guess I’ve put up this guard out of fear, because I really am falling for you and if I fall for you, and something happens, then that will end me.” He explained. 

“Well Dean, i’m falling too. And I don’t want to fall alone. If you keep pushing me away, you might lose me anyway” More tears escaped, Dean reached up and cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Are we really doing this? The real deal? All in?” He asked as he pulled back. You nodded your head. 

“Good. Because I love you.” He confessed, beaming ear to ear as he said the words. 

“Me too” You matched his grin and kissed him once more. 

He drove back home and you landed back at Bobby’s in no time. You were sat on the sofa, and took in your surroundings once more. Sam at the stove cooking up some sausages for lunch, Bobby telling him he’s doing it wrong from across the room, the new stack of research books at your feet waiting for you, t and Dean’s perfect features once again. Only this time those plump lips were pressed to your temple, and his strong arms were wrapped around you as you lay together on the couch, his freckle dusted nose leaning against your hair as he breathed you in. You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling as he caught your eye.

“Love you” You mouthed. 

“Love you too.” Dean replied. Now you really did have the life  you always wanted. 

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It's A Sin-Dean Winchester x Reader

(Based on the tv show: Supernatural from 2005. Season 9)

Not again not again! I held onto my head down and continued to cry. He's gone again and has abandoned me and Sam yet again. "Damn it, Dean!" I shout standing up and kicking a table over at the bunker. "(Y/N) Calm down." Sam tells me and I give him a look. How can I even calm down right now? My Dean is gone. And I didn't have a chance to tell him my feelings yet again. Despite him many lovers in the past and sleeping with many girls, I still stood by his side whenever Sam didn't, they had fights, disagreed on many things and I still stood by his side, trying to numb the pain with drinks when he would go out.

I met Dean through Sam when he was in collage and started this hunting trip. I am five years younger than Dean and despite our age difference back then, he took my breathe away. His smile, his great tastes in music and everything about him made me feel like a school girl falling in love with the bad boy. We quickly bonded through the music they would play on the radio while heading to different cities and through our family history. My entire family got killed by demons which made it harder but easier for me to join them and kill all demons and help them find the one responsible for their mother's death.

"I knew the mark of Cain was a bad thing! That thing kept changing him and look where it got him killing every living being with the blade." Sam only sighs and keeps himself quiet and continues to listen to me ramble on.

"Castiel can't bring him back and the bunker will keep emptier without Kevin here too." I fall to the couch and cover my eyes with my arm, "What are we gonna do now?" I sadly ask mostly to myself. It's been many years since I've known Dean and I don't want him to leave me again. Hours must've gone by maybe days cause I couldn't sleep, I haven't seen Sam for a while and he won't answer my calls. I wonder where he went this time with the impala. I slowly walk to the shower and get myself clean to eat a cheeseburger. After a while of crying in the shower I got dressed and walked out when suddenly I heard a noise from below.

"Hello?" I cautiously start walking and screamed when I saw a man over by a corner eating the remaining of a pizza I left from last night. "Dean?!" I shout, not sure if he's alive. "Sup (Y/N)." Dean says munching the pizza. I start slapping myself and mumbling.

"There's n-no way. How did you come back?! Are you really you?" I ask reaching over to touch him and quickly step back when I did.

"Oh, it's the real me alright." He replies and I smile wide and wrapped my arms around him. Tears begin to fall down my face and wetting his red shirt. "These days have been real miserable for me, you have no idea how much I missed you." I tell him. Listening to his voice and feeling his warmth fills me with joy. I feel his arms wrap around me and feel one of his hands grip my ass. I jump up by the sudden contact and stare at him in surprise. Dean smirks and pushes me against a couch and stays on top of me.

I stay still and staring up at him, "About time we're all alone." He begins to kiss my neck and I begin to push him away. "Woah this is all of the sudden Dean. Where have you been I thought you died." All of the sudden he kissed me and pulled back.

"I did." He smirks and I see his green eyes turn entirely into black. "Oh, shit."Dean suddenly pushed me and I groaned when my head hit the wall. "Dean. Deanmon. Or whoever you are snap out of it!" I shout and tried looking for the holy water or anything to make him stop. He laughs and traps me against the wall.

"Come on (Y/N). We both know you've fantasized about this before." I feel my cheeks warm up from embarassment and try pushing him away. "Dean stop this I don't wanna hurt you." I warn him. "Just let me take you and i'll be on my way-" I headbutted him, grab his right arm placing it behind him,kicked his legs so he'd fall and I grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it against his head.

"I'm sorry Dean." I apologize when I stare down at him unconcious. I move closer to him and try lifting him up, "Why are you so heavy?" Damn it I could really use Cass's help. I let him fall back to the ground and ran outside to look for Sam. Good thing was he left the impala outside, so I got in and drove around town searching for him.

I spotted the moose up ahead and his long ass hair and stopped the car, "Get in loser, I found him." Sam rolled his eyes at the nickname and looked at me.

"Who did you find this time, Crowley?"

"I found Dean now get you ass in." I assured him and saw him throw the cup of coffee he held in his good arm and got inside the car. If Dean were here and back to normal he would've killed me for using baby. I parked the car once we reached the bunker and Sam raced in with me and saw him on the ground. He looked happy in seeing his older brother, but I explained to him that he's a demon. "Okay now lift him up." Sam looks down at his hands and I remember his right one is broken.

This will be harder than I thought. Sam used his left arm and I helped him in getting him in and strapping him into the chair and got the holy water ready with other equipments and waited for him to wake up. I concerned stayed here and stared at my crush in front of me. He's a demon now. How I hate them.

"You gonna stare at me all day?" amused Deanmon stared at me.

I glared at him and got up getting a bit closer to him. "You do know we'll have to get that mark off you right?" Dean scoffed and began to chuckle. "It won't be easy sweetie. You can torture me and nothing will do it, I don't care what you and Sammy will do. I love this new me."

"You know I loved you better when you were less of a jerk."

"Bitch." He quickly said and smiled. I fought the urge to smile. "This isn't funny Dean. Many people's lives will be at risk with you as a demon." Dean groans. "You sound way too much like Cas." he begins to try and get his restraints off him.

"So you loved me huh? Nice thing to you hear you finally say it." he continues to try and get out but can't. I look away suddenly realizing I blurted out my feelings for him. "I liked you too back then, you were just 17 so I couldn't go out with you back then but still...You took a while." he says his eyes turning entirely back to black.

I take another step closer to him and he smirks, "I won't bite too hard if you come a bit closer." The door opened and Sam came inside glaring at Dean once he entered. "Sammy. What brings you here my dear brother?" he teases and I can see Sam very angry. Sam ignores Dean and throws holy water at him and he screams.

"Son of a bitch that hurts. You do know you won't get rid of me easily do you?" Sam throws at him again and begins to chant from his book. An exorcism. I get close to him and begin to chant too but see that Dean's in pain. "Sam I think that's enough." I try telling him and pushed the book away. "Exorcising the demon from him won't work."

"Listen to (Y/N), Sammy. She's always been right unlike you." Dean says with no remorse and I glare at him and threw holy water. "Sam listen to me this isn't our Dean right now, don't listen to him." I try telling Sam when he looks down at me sad. "Just look at him, he isn't my brother. I don't know what to do anymore." he admits and looks down at me.

Sam rushes out the door leaving me and Dean alone again. "I hate demons..I swore I'd kill every single one of you." I say with tears falling down my face when I point the angel's blade at his throat and felt my hands shaking.

"You've that same story a thousand times. About your family." He rolls his eyes not caring that I have this thing on his throat. "You think this is a game? Dean you've become into the one thing I have always hated. I've killed many demons and-"

"Why won't you kill me then?" I breathe hitched and shakily held the blade. "Y-You know why." I stared right into his eyes and saw his sadden eyes? He groaned in pain like he was fighting this thing. "Dean? Dean!" I threw the blade aside and touched him. All of the sudden I was thrown against the wall and blacked out.

*****************

"Son of a bitch." I mutter slowly standing up and holding my head. "Hey you're awake." I look next to me and see Sam on his laptop inside my room. "Oww how many hour's have I been knocked out?"

"About an entire day."

"An entire day?!"

Sam got up held up a glass of water to me and handed me some pain killers. I drank them and got up. "What have you been doing?" "Looking on some clues on how to get rid of the mark of Cain, but we'll need Crowley and Rowena's help. Thing is finding him will be hard." I groan in pain and grabbed my jacket.

I placed it on me and looked over at Sam. "Don't worry Sammy, I'll find him." I grabbed the impala's key and headed to where I knew he would be. The burger restaurant. I got inside and sat down on an empty table and ordered two burgers. Right when they arrived Dean emerged from the men's restroom and lazily walked over to me.

"I see you're still after me?"

"Shut up and sit down Dean."

Dean raised his hands up and sat down and quickly began to ate his burger as I watched him, "Man these burgers are the best." "You say that every time you eat one." I roll my eyes and began to eat some fries and drinking from my milkshake.

"Dean where is Crowley?" I ask and a second later felt someone sitting next to me. "You called me love?" I roll my eyes and turn to glare at him. "You owe me a favor remember?" He starts to think and makes some dumb expressions.

"I can't seem to remember."

"Quit the bullshit Crowley. I need Dean back. My Dean."

"You gonna eat that burger?" Dean asked so I shoved him the plate and stared back at Crowley. "You and you're mom knows of these things so you need to bring Dean back and get rid of the mark." "(Y/N) as much as I love our chats I can't help-"

"You will help me or I swear I'll shoot you right here." I say holding down a gun to his private area. "And you." I look at Dean who has his eyes back to normal and smirks. "Follow me." The three of us got out of the restaurant and started walking behind it.

I was surprised to see Dean so obedient all of the sudden, so I look back and see him smiling. "What?" I ask and see his eyes focusing on all of me. "I suddenly feel turned on by your sudden change. So dominant I like it." he says in his raspy voice and I see Crowley gagging.

"Yeah? Well you'll see more of this side if you follow me without question. It's time to get this mark off of you." I walk over to Dean and tightly held onto his sleeve and pulled him to me so we can bring Sam with us and get this thing over. I need my normal Dean Winchester back.

[archtroop]

Remember tentatively piercing and driving safety pins through the tougher skin patches on your fingertips

Yeah that's something teen Sam would've done

For sure

The fascination, the detached amusement

[diddilysquatbubkis]

REQUESTED

You left the brothers in the early morning when they were still asleep. You only had a few hours left to live, and you didn’t want Sam and Dean to see you being ripped apart by the hellhounds. You headed to an open field a few miles from the bunker. You said goodbye, and you welcomed the fate you chose.

About a year later, and angel was able to bring you back to Earth. They didn’t say their name, all they mentioned was that your life was too valueable to the angels. As soon as it left, you ran to the nearest road to hitchhike back to the bunker. On your way through a town, you saw the Impala and asked the driver to pull over. You went into the bar the car was parked outside of, and you immediately searched for the boys.

You saw a booth with Dean, Sam, and a third member. You assumed it was Cas, but as you walked towards them, you saw Sam kiss the person, a very pretty girl, and your heart shattered.

You didn’t know what to do. Would you confront him? Would you run? Would Dean spot you before you made up your mind?