#dean winchster x y/n

[ninii-winchester]

Revived

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.9k

Warnings : light angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood, violence, unedited (like always)

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“Dean!!” Sam and Y/n yelled they watched Dean drop to the ground. This isn’t how it was supposed to be, it wasn’t how the hunt was supposed to go. It was witch hunt, they dug around and found out where the witch was, it should’ve been easy. Go in, kill her, and go back home.

It happened in a blink of an eye, the witch had been occupying a rather normal looking house, on the edge of the town, pretending to be a mourning widow. The three of them went up to the house in the middle of the day, acting like passer-by’s who needed help. She didn’t suspect a thing when they entered the house. Within minutes a fight broke in between the hunters and the witch when Sam confronted her. They had to admit she was strong. She had the three of them thrown around with just a flick of her hand, their guns clattering away from them. Y/n groaned standing up, punching her in the face. The witch retaliated with slamming her into the wall and keeping her bound with intangible force.

The brothers got up to their feet and lunged at the witch. She raised her other hand and slammed the older Winchester on the coffee table in the middle of the room. The younger Winchester eyed Dean’s gun laying inches away from him, he didn’t waste any time acquiring it and pointing it at the witch. Dean groaned standing up.

“Guns? Really?” The witch rolled her eyes.

“Witch killing bullets.” Sam smirked. The witch visibly tensed then she relaxed, a sinister smile took over her features.

“Go ahead, hunter.” She snarled. She grabbed the one closest to her, which was Dean. “But I won’t go alone.” She muttered “explosio” as Sam shot her, she fell to the ground immediately. Her little incantation created an explosion which caused Dean to move a short distance through the air and descend to the ground.

As soon as the witch was dead Y/n was removed from her bounds. Sam and Y/n rushed to Dean’s side, Y/n gasped at the amount of blood pooling beside his head. He didn’t seem to be breathing. Sam put his fingers on his brother’s pulse point, and hoped to feel a pulse but he found none.

“Dean.” Sam growled holding his brother’s face. “No, no Dean wake up.” He sniffled watching the color drain from his brother’s face.

“Dean, hey…” Y/n patted his cheek a little harshly, “wake up, this isn’t how it should end. I didn’t get to tell you I love you.” She sobbed pressing her hand to his cheek. “You’re not supposed to go like this.”

The two hunters sat there crying for who knows how long. Dean Winchester was not supposed to die like this. He deserved a happy ending, he deserved all the happiness in the world. Sam’s whole body shook as it dawned on him that his brother might actually be dead this time and he couldn’t do anything to protect. He failed him. He wiped his tears harshly as he stood up. Y/n knew the the look on his face.

“Samuel Winchester you stop right there.” Y/n’s voice boomed as she stood up to the tall man. She grabbed his jacket with force and made him look at her. “I’m not gonna let you do that.” She gritted her teeth.

“You don’t even-”

“I know you enough to know you’re going to make stupid fucking deal.” She snapped. “This is not happening.”

“So what you’d rather Dean stay dead?” Sam growled.

“No, but he wouldn’t want you to do that. He’d want me to stop you. We’ll call Rowena and we’ll do everything else we can to bring him back but no deals ya hear me?” She yelled glaring at the tall man. He knew she was right, Dean wouldn’t want him to do so. He begrudgingly agreed. They hauled Dean’s body into the backseat of the Impala and drove to the bunker. Y/n had called Rowena on their way to meet them there.

The ride back was filled with silence. They brought him inside and laid Dean on of the tables in the library. They didn’t have to wait long when the bunker door opened and the ginger witch descended the stairs.

“What happened?” She asked approaching the duo. She glanced at Dean’s dead body and grimaced. She’d never thought she’d see Dean Winchester this way. Sam filled her in on what went down and the witched nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.” The woman rounded the table to inspect the scene. Y/n watched her every move, with utter caution. Before the witch could open her mouth Y/n winced loudly gaining their attention.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Sam questioned, averting his eyes from his brother’s form to her face.

“I think the wound on my back is bleeding.” She said trying to stand but wincing again. As much as he wanted to bring his brother back, he couldn’t let his friend be in pain.

“Hey hey, stay here and keep an eye on her, I’ll bring the first aid kit.” Sam said leaving the library.

“Of course, because trusting me would be too easy.” Rowena added sarcastically looking at Sam’s retreating figure.

“What is it?” Y/n snapped as soon as Sam was out of earshot.

“That wound has been bleeding for a while now eh?” Rowena smirked at Y/n, who rolled her eyes.

“Stop messing around. Tell me!” She snapped.

“Well deary, It wasn’t a hex, curse or spell that I could reverse. Dean here died of natural cause.” Rowena folded her hands together. “She blew him away and he hit his head hard.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means he’s gone. For good.” Y/n stood up and grabbed the witch by her neck. “I can’t do anything about it.” The witch gasped. The younger woman let her go.

“You can.” Y/n growled looking down at her. The ginger woman raised her brow, “Pretend. Tell Sam you’ll bring Dean back.” She commanded in a stern voice leaving no room for argument. Sam entered the room with the first aid kit and he eyed the two women, his gaze questioning. He helped Y/n with her wound.

“Your brother will be back.” Rowena told Sam, looking at Y/n. “I need a few ingredients.” He nodded getting up to go and get it for her but Y/n eyed Rowena, the woman quickly added, “Y/n has to go get them. I need your help here.”

“She’s hurt. I could..”

“I need your blood to set up the altar. We don’t have much time to waste.” Rowena lied quickly. Sam nodded and Y/n grabbed the keys and left the bunker. She bought the ‘ingredients required’ and drove to the nearest crossroads. She did the ritual to summon a crossroads demon and waited.

“Hello, darling!” She heard a voice behind here. She recognised the voice.

“Crowley.” She said turning around. “What’re you doing here?” She questioned.

“It’s not everyday Y/n Y/l/n summons a demon to make a deal.” He shrugged. “Had to come do it myself.” She nodded her head. “So what it that you’re desperate enough to make a deal?”

“Dean.” She whispered.

“What about squirrel?” He questioned stepping forward.

“He’s dead!” Crowley’s expression turned solemn at the information. “Witch hunt gone wrong. Rowena’s at the bunker but she said she can’t reverse it since it wasn’t a spell or curse.”

“Your soul for his?” He asked and she nodded at his words. “I don’t usually do this but I’ll give you fifteen years.”

“That’s generous of you but there’s always a catch with you! And I don’t want to owe anything to you.” She growled.

“I’d figure you’d say that. No catches. One time offer.”

“Seal the fucking deal, Crowley. And I’m not kissing you.” She snapped and the King of Hell rolled his eyes. “Bring him back once Rowena pulls the whole fake ritual thing.” He was not a fan of her behaviour but agreed nonetheless.

Y/n drove back to the Bunker and gave the things to Rowena. The witch did her thing, to make Sam believe that she was doing something. She said some words in Latin and they waited in anticipation, watching Dean’s body for any movement. Minutes passed and nothing happened.

“What the hell?” Sam yelled. “Why didn’t it work?” He glared at Rowena who looked at Y/n.

“I did everything right. It takes time for this to work.” She snapped back, grabbing her things.

“You can’t just leave!” Sam exclaimed.

“I did what you brought me here for. And I’m leaving.” She yelled trotting up the stairs.

“Hey come back.” Y/n yelled going behind her. She pulled out her phone as she stepped out of the bunker, calling Crowley.

“You had one job.” She snarled as soon as he answered.

“My apologies.” He sassed, “but your freaking bunker is warded against me. I didn’t fucking know when mother would be done.” He snapped.

“Do it, now.” She said hanging up and going back inside. “She left.” She announced feigning anger as she walked in the war room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Dean sitting up on the table.

“It worked.” Sam said happily. She felt relief rush through her veins seeing Dean alive, seeing Sam happy. She watched him hug his older brother, pulling away with relieved sigh.

“What worked?” Dean questioned groaning and cracking his neck.

“You died, we brought you back.” She replied walking towards him. Dean opened his mouth to argue but she hugged him tightly and he held her close. “Rowena helped.”

“No deals?” He asked pulling away.

“No deals.” She replied smiling brightly. “I think you should clean up, you reek of blood.” She chuckled rubbing her thumb over his cheek.

“True. We all need it.” Sam added leaving the room. Y/n also moved to leave but Dean grabbed her hand.

“I can’t believe I died before telling you, again.” Dean huffed.

“Tell me what?” She asked. He had enough, he went to hell, purgatory and now he died without telling her. He had to tell her now, even if did not feel the same.

“That I love you.” He replied swiftly. He eyed her warily, dreading her rejection.

“I can’t believe I let you die without telling you, again.” She replied softly. He raised his brow, she shuffled closer to him, standing between his legs, “that I love you too.” She added with a grin. He dropped his forehead against hers, gripping her waist tightly.

“Look at us, confessing and all it took us, me dying thrice.” Dean chuckled kissing her. “God I love you so much, sweetheart.” He mumbled against her lips.

“I love you too, Dean. More than anything.” More than my own life. She thought to herself.

She didn’t fear that she only had fifteen years left, hell she went to the crossroads thinking she wouldn’t even get ten considering demons hate them so much. As a hunter, everyday she woke up thinking this might be her last day so she didn’t care about it. She dreaded what would happen if Dean ever found out what she did. She really didn’t want to know. She shook her thoughts off, closing her eyes relishing in the feeling of his soft lips against hers, she would deal with the consequences later.

Part 2??

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 28

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You reached the roadhouse, slipped quietly in and packed your bag, and left no word to anyone. You thought that by moving here,  you would have a better life. But this was something you couldn't get your head around.  You uncovered your bike, jumped on it, and disappeared from everyone.

You sat on the chair screaming,  though your voice was not heard, your body sat silently, calmly, and sickeningly admiringly watching the man pacing in front of you.

“Let's be nice to our guest darling,” The man smiled at you,  caressing your cheek.

“Castiel, brother“ he welcomed the man,  who was standing in a circle of fire.

Castiel looked at you "Y/N,  I am here with the Winchesters” but no emotion came from you.

“You won't get much out of her” Lucifer smiled “I've had a few months to work my charm on her, ” he grinned at Castiel,  walking behind you and placing his chin on your head, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. Making you sneer in disgust inside your head.

“You can't have her or Sam Winchester” Casitel stated, “ I am not going to let you have any of them.”

Lucifer turned you to face him and held you in his arms,  as he leaned in to kiss you he heard a voice yell “Hey!”

You both turned and saw Sam “You wanted to see me?“ he commanded.

“He came,” you gleefully looked to Lucifer.

“Sam,  no need for weapons here,  we won't hurt you, we love you” Lucifer tried to diffuse him and pushed you towards him. As you stretched out your arms to embrace the man, a voice came from behind you.

“Yea, but maybe I kill her” Dean grabbed you pointing a gun to your head, then at Lucifer and pulled the trigger, causing Lucifer to drop to the ground.

"You won't kill me,  you love her too much “ you laughed turning to face Dean,  your eyes turning black. "And guess what,  you didn't kill him either,” You smiled wide.

Dean tried to comprehend your words for a second then he heard Lucifer cough “Okay owww, where did you get that?” he asked, rising to his feet.

“Don't feel too bad Sammy,  the colt can't kill me. I'm one of the only five things it can't kill” Lucifer said turning to face him “ But I knew you weren't going to make it easy for me and just say yes “ he stood looking at Sam “ I mean, even after I got you the perfect wife"  he looked over at you winking.

"You see I may need your permission to be my vessel,  but I certainly don’t need hers to sire my children, shame though the girl is spitfire really put up a hell of a fight that I had to call in reinforcements. Though when the time comes,  I would have loved to see what that was like in bed. Without the demon." Looking at Dean and grinning, taunting him.

“It's never gonna happen,  me or her” Sam shouted at him.

“Really Sam,  I think it's gonna happen and I think it’s going to happen soon,  you will say yes to me, but to show you I am a nice guy I'll give her back,  but make no mistake you are both mine and I will come for you, both of you.” you felt the sensation of your body falling to the floor and then darkness.

You awoke in Bobby's house “Thank fuck, I knew you would find me.“ you sighed in relief.

But as you looked around the room the mood was unsettling. No one would meet your eye.

“Dean,  I promise that wasn't me I didn't say yes” You got up and held his hands trying to convince him, pleading with him.

But what he did next surprised you “I know sweetheart I know, I'm so sorry” You felt his tears on your head and then his lips softly brushing your temple.

You looked between them, panic building up inside of you “ What's going on,  what happened?”

But no one answered.

“Someone to talk to me" your voice raised, breaking away from Dean "Please." you pleaded.

“Y/N,” Dean said lowly “It's Jo and Ellen,”

“No “ you pointed at him angrily “ Don't you dare say what I think you're going to say.”

“Y/N,” Bobby said softly.

You span round to face him, Shaking your head from side to side, tears streaming down your face.

“No Bobby, I don't believe you, It's not true” you cried. "it can't be true. They are the only family I have"

You looked frantically between the four men, hoping they would take it back, begging it was some kind of mistake.

But their heads were bowed not looking at you. Even the angel wouldn’t look at you.  You heard Sam sniff and saw tears fall from his face.

Then you felt Dean's arms grab you, "No" you slapped him away "your lying, I don't believe you."

He tried again to hold you but you pushed him back and ran out the front door, vomited, and screamed until your throat was sore.

You felt Dean wrap his arms around you “I'm so sorry baby girl,  I'm so sorry,”

But you had no words, just tears.

“I want to be alone Dean” you whispered.

Dean reluctantly walked away. When you were alone, you took the photo from your wallet and stared at it, the only family you had. You took your lighter and burned it. You stomped on it with your boot with anger and you left.

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[waynes-multiverse]

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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Dean Winchester: Hurting inside and out

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Pairing: AU!History Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader

Pov: Dean (Reader to aged to be 16 and in high school)

Warnings: tw: Abuse tw: Only child tw: Mental health tw: Panic Attacks tw: Anxiety Attacks tw: Anxiety tw: Abuse of a child tw: Chacater Death mentioned tw: Drunk parent tw: Drinking, Protective! Dean, crying, consoling the reader, Mad! Dean, CPS Involved, Adoption of the reader, Talking a little about the past, Mature Content.

Summary: Mr. Winchester is starting to notice and worry about the changes he is seeing in his brightest, and most social student after all of a sudden she becomes quiet and wants to be left alone.

Word Count: 2.6k

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“Alright class, do you have any questions before we have independent work?” I asked the large class of students. I saw the girl in the front of the class raised her hand. She always has her hand up in the air. Always wanting to learn more about history.

“Yes, Y/n what’s your question?” I asked Y/n, she lowered her arm and said proudly. “What can we do if we have already completed our assignment?” I was used to that from her. She’d finish her assignments early and then have thirty minutes to sit there. She’d sit and read her book, or complete other assignments for classes.

“Well, if you’re already done. Then you, Miss, L/n can read your book, or help other students.” I said walking over to my desk to sit down. Y/n was a teacher's pet, but I tried to lean away from making her think that she was that way in class. I know what it’s like to be a teacher pet

I hadn’t even got to take a breath yet before Y/n was standing in front of my desk with her paper assignment in hand. “Here you go, Mr. Wincheste,r” Y/n said handing me her paper. “Thank you Miss L/n.” I said taking it and then she walked back over to her desk.

Later on that day I called the main office, telling the very nice desk lady that I needed Y/n L/n to come back to my classroom to talk with you about being a student cadet. The front desk lady said okay, and at the end of the day, Y/n was coming walking into my classroom for the second time.

Her backpack is steady on her shoulders. “Yes, Mr. Winchester.” She said sitting down in her normal seat in class. “How was the rest of your day, Miss L/n?” I asked. Giving her a confused look. “Mr. Winchester I thought I was here for detention or something like that?” She said. Starting to mess with her fingers.

"God no, I wanted to talk to you about becoming a teacher's cadet for next semester’s class. It would nice if you'd be able to help me grade papers, make up lesson plans y'know the normal things." I said fidgeting with the pen in between my fingers.

After this semester ends Y/n will not be coming back. So, the only way to get Y/n to come back would be to my class if she became my student cadet.

I waited silently in my office chair. Softly tapping, the nose of my shoe on the floor to the beat of some rock song. "Yeah, I will become a teacher's cadet. I'll become your teacher's cadet." She said a slow smile starting to grow on her face.

This…This teaching, and that wide was the one reason I keep coming to work. Knowing that my little ol' history class is making them so overjoyed. That's what makes me know that I'm doing the best I can at my job.

“All right, so next semester I’ll see you. Remember you’re here to help me. So don’t worry about things okay.” I said getting up from my desk chair and moving around. Y/n stayed in her same position. “You can go Y/n.” I stated.

It looked almost as if she had zoned out, but it’s whatever. “Yes, I do have to get going. Thank you, Mr. Winchester.” That’s all she said before she walked out of my classroom. Christmas break came fast and then it was over, I had ended up going to my parent’s house to see my sister and brother-in-law.

With Christmas and New Year over I was very much ready to see the new kids that I was going to have, and I was more than happy to have Y/n as my teacher cadet. The whole idea of her taking some stress off my shoulders was nice, it was wonderful actually.

For the first few weeks of the new semester Y/n was great she’d get all the regulatory things printed, some tested graded, she’d come to my class during her lunchtime and help me with more grading.

Yeah, I’m one of those teachers who make a shit ton of their students work into grades. The only thing I had to do was print the syllabus out. She’d walk in with her backpack slung over her shoulders, but a bright and wide smile on her face. I’d talk to the class and get the students in order before bringing my attention back to Y/n.

But that slowly started to change as our class progressed into the new year. Y/n wouldn't come in with a smile on anymore, she’d have her earbuds in and to be honest, the music was always blaring. “She’d slump into her seat at the front of the class.

Students would try to say hi or even just try to start a conversation. She’d ignore them, and pull out the tests she had scored the previous day. It started to concern me when she came to school with a large black hoodie, and in a rather bad mood. It was starting to look as if she was losing that bright star inside her.

That bright star that had made her shine in my class just last semester. That bright smile made all the students this year enjoy this class just a little bit more. I let it continue until she wasn’t showing up for class anymore, wasn’t returning graded tests, or coming to the lunch to help me anymore.

I called the front desk and asked the lady to have Y/n come down to my class that I needed her for a teacher and teacher cadet conversation. The front desk lady was able to call down to whatever class Y/n was in and have her jot that note down.

I waited for after school to end to start to worry when Y/n didn’t show up in my classroom. But the worry was forgotten when I heard the soft knocks on my door. “Y/n, can you please come to sit?” I asked her.

Her backpack sat low on her shoulder, her hair in a messy bun, smeared make-up, a dark sweater on, with sagging sweats on. She looked like a wreck, a tragic wreck. Or maybe she sort of looked like that popular game Jenga, if somebody pulled the wrong block who knows what will happen.

She sat down carefully to keep her bag still in her possession. “Y/n, is there anything you want to talk about?” I asked, prying a little too far into the very normal high situation. This just seemed different. How she had changed so quickly, or far off the deep end she had fallen.

I felt like I had to save her. I felt like I was her only saving grace. She hummed, but didn’t dare look up at me. “You can take all the time you need, Y/n. We’re in no rush.” I said trying my best to console her. Make her feel comfortable.

“I can tell you anything right? Mr.Winchester?” She asked, her voice shy and timid. Barely even looking up at me. “Of course,” I said trying not to sound over-excited that I had seen something and now she was communicating with me. All students should feel comfortable with their teachers, or at least one of their teachers to tell them how they're feeling at any given point in time.

She took what looked like a deep breath in and started; “So, lately life at home has been rough, things between my dad and I are kinda on bad terms. I know that as a teacher’s cadet I can’t let things like that bother me, but it’s hard to. And yeah I know I’m different, but Mr. Winchester I promise I’m still the same girl I was before. I promise you I’ll get better.” I went to go raise my hand.

She flinched and ducked under her crossed arms. A slight string of rage ran through me. I myself took a deep breath trying my hardest to find a consoling and nurturing voice. “Y/n please slow down, and take a breath if you don’t you’ll end up having a panic or anxiety attack,” I said to be careful to not scare her off.

“That's what it’s called?” She said. “How many other times have you felt like this?” I asked, now worried about whether or not this was being taken care of at home. She was trying her hardest to regain some sort of rhyme to her breath.

“In the past week?” She asked, her hands starting to shake. “Yeah sure let’s go with that. Also, can I touch your hand, so I can try and help you?” I asked. She hummed, “I’d say maybe like 5 in the past week.” She said.

“Y/n, Have you told anyone else? Maybe your father?” I asked, pushing further into Y/n personal business. There was a split second of a stutter, a pregnant pause laid between the two of us. “Y/n?” I asked again.

“No… I… I didn’t kno… I can’t tell my father.” She finally said. The pauses and stutters between her words gave me goosebumps. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if as a teenager I couldn’t talk to my parents, or even to just one parent.

Come to think of it, I wouldn’t want any of that. Not as a parent or as a child. “Y/n will you tell me why you can’t tell your father?” I asked pushing the subject even further. Wanting and needing to understand the situation the further we got into it.

“I… it’s really my fault you see.” I couldn’t help myself, my mouth opening against my own accord. “Nothing is ever your fault. Whoever told you it’s your fault is wronger than a bat outta hell.” I said my voice steadily rising.

She flinched and lowering her head. Shit, okay different approach. “It’s not your fault, Do you want to continue?” I asked She took a deep breath bringing her head back up and looking me in my eyes. “My mom died recently while coming to pick me up from a friend’s house during the winter break and now my father… he um he blames me for her death. So the animosity between my father and I in the house it’s hard to be that bright child I was.” She said taking another large deep breath of air.

Oh my god, that’s not something you blame on a child. Regardless, you never let a child feel like they have animosity with their parent. What has this world come to that this sort of action is socially acceptable.

“Can I ask why you feel that there’s animosity in your home, Y/n?” I asked making my voice softer and trying to be more welcoming. “Well, it’s a usual nightly thing. Where when I come back from school he’s drunk asleep hopefully. The longer I’m home though the worse it gets for me. He starts to yells and scream, putting me down in every which way.” She said.

Her breathing becoming rapid and raged, tears starting to roll down her already red cheeks. “Y/n, I’m going to ask a serious question tap me one for yes, and twice for no. “ I said she tapped me once so I continued. “Do you... Do you feel safe at home with your father?” I asked I was starting to feel like I was overstepping a boundary an imagery one.

Well if I was overstepping a boundary then Y/n would have said something right? Hopefully, I’m not. “No, I don’t feel safe at home. Please help me,” she said desperation flowing through her words as she spoke. “Do you want me to help?” I asked worrying that she might back out of her own idea.

We sat in silence for minutes besides hearing her little snuffles. “Yes, I want your help. I want to leave that hateful, dreadful, and emotionless house. Please, anywhere but there.” She said grabbing my hand tight, and tighter as she chocked out her words.

I slightly shook my head, I was able to release one hand before grabbing for my personal phone and dialing up the child’s protective services. If this is ending, then it’s ending now and in the right way.

I was able to get an agent and was able to explain the drastic situation. The young lady that happened to pick up the phone could hear Y/n in the background asking if she was okay. “No ma’am she isn’t going to be okay, not if she knows that she has to go back to the abusive home. Please is there anything that I can do about this situation to help?” I asked, my own voice failing me and my desperation coming out.

A week later, CPS was at her father’s house, and he was told that his daughter was being taken. Taken to another home as they did their investigation. He yelled and screamed, which in turn only caused their investigation to start off on a bad hand for her father, but a better hand for Y/n.

The past week she’d been staying with me. She had no other family and when the CPS agent asked if she did y/b only started to cry and, and ended up just hugging me through the entire conversation. The agent asked me if I would be comfortable, and if I had enough space for Y/n to stay for just a little bit.

I was more than comfortable with her coming to stay. I think through the whole situation and learning more about Y/n. I had started to grow a portion of my heart that was held just for her. With Y/n being a junior and that her next year being her last in high school it was honestly more of Y/n’s choice.

“Dean.. can I stay with you? Even after this all ends.” She asked, in the past week she’d been excused from school and was staying with me. We had to get past the normal uncomfortable routines, but besides that, she was absolutely amazing to have around. To think that some person could make a kind soul like her come to tears every night was horrible and made my blood boil.

We did have to get past the “Mr. Winchester” I told her to just call me Dean since that would make us both very comfortable. Being comfortable was all I really wanted her to be. Weeks turned into months that Y/n had now become living with me. The first night she called me dad we were sitting down getting ready to watch a movie.

“Do you want popcorn? Or something else?” I had asked her. As I got up to go to the kitchen. “Popcorn is fine Dad.” She said. I just stood there for a moment a wide smiled starting to spread against my face. “What?” She finally said after she noticed I hadn’t moved. “Did you just?” I said.

“Yeah I did, now popcorn and movie please dad.”She said. She was starting to become more and more like me, these recent months. “Sure thing kiddo. Pick the movie and we’ll eat popcorn.” I said.

This wasn’t something I thought I needed. But I’m glad I have it. I’m glad that Y/n’s in my life now. To be honest I think she’d just as happy as I am.

Completed on:04/23/2021

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

My Good Boys

Pairing:  Sub!Dean x Dom!FemaleReader x Sub!Sam Prompt: “ Hi! Can you write (if you are comfortable) a kinky, smutty, threesome oneshot sub!Dean x Dom!FemaleReader x Sub!Sam (not incest), where the Reader make the boys her slaves, she likes to pull them by their hair (specially Sam), is always wearing high heels and uses a Riding Crop on them. “

Requested By: @kattykitty-kat​​

Warnings: BDSM themed material ahead! Crop spanking, unprotected sex, anal and vaginal sex, oral (f receiving and M receiving), orgasms'. 

A/N: I won’t lie, this is the first time I have written submissive men, let alone wrote my boys in an submissive state, so I am sorry if this didn’t come out how you expect it to. I personally am not happy with this piece, I feel like it’s my worst one to date. I am sorry if its rushed or doesn’t quite have the detail you are looking for. I am also sorry for my missed grammar mistakes. I want to thank my partner @tellingyouastory​ (and another friend of mine who isn’t on tumblr) for helping me with this one as much as they could. 

Word Count: 2.9k

* You do not have pemission to post my work anywhere else or to take parts of it. Like AND reblogs are always greatly appreciated! ♥

The sound of your heels clicked against the marble flooring of the hotel entranceway. You had a room all rented out, and inside awaited two unique and curious young men. These boys had once saved your life, and you kept in contact over the past few months. At first, the relationship started with some pictures being exchanged, then a few odd commands (they actually listened to) here and there. Then their curiosity grew, and you found yourself willing to show them what it's like to be yours. 

Taking the elevator up a few floors, you stand inside it with your hands at your side with a black suitcase in your left hand. You walk down the hall with a strong sense of confidence as you place one black and gold heel in front of the other, approaching room 105. You knock on the door a few times, letting the boys know of your arrival so that they know to greet you appropriately. Taking a brief moment, you fix your snugly fit black dress and gold necklace, making sure everything is in place before you let yourself in. Reaching the handle on the other side of the door for the do not disturb sign and place it on the outside of the door before you close it gently behind you.

Sam and Dean both sit at the edge of the bed. Dean's eyes wander to you. For a moment, he couldn't help but admire you and the way that you look. Sam nudges him, and Dean looks over before both of their eyes go to look at the floor. You walk across the room and set your suitcase down on the table, opening it up to a plethora of supplies and toys. You turn to look at your boys, walking to them. Your hand reaches up, and you run your fingers through their soft dark hair. 

"Hello, boys." You say with a smile. "Excited?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." Sam says without hesitation. You smile at him, knowing he was probably going to be your most well-behaved of the two. Sam was always so eager to please and always willing to jump when asked to jump. He never hesitated. Dean, on the other hand, was your little brat that likes to push his boundaries. He was never as quick to jump, and being a glutton for punishment, Dean would be the one to become well acquainted with your riding crop today. Your eyes turn to look at Dean, and you gaze over him. Waiting for a response, but he chooses to not give you one. 

"Dean?" You say, giving him a chance to correct himself. 

Dean simply looks up at you. A part of him wondered how he found himself in this mess. He was never one to submit to anyone, and yet, here he was, sitting as a beck and call boy for a beautiful woman such as yourself. A small part of him was confused by his newfound discovery of himself, and yet, a small piece of him was excited. Even if he couldn't admit it. And he probably would never admit it, at least not out loud. A smirk creeps across his face, and he licks at his bottom lip, pulling it in as he bites on it slightly. 

You smile at him playfully, your hand tugging at his short hair slightly. You bring his face up to look at you, and your eyes lock on each other. You admired his green eyes, gazing into them with a strong sense of command. He wasn't going to get away with this today. You had plans for him. One way or another, Dean would learn to be a good boy, like his brother Sam.  

You let go of Dean's hair and shake your head slightly. You would show him what happens when one acts like a good boy. Reaching for a handful of Sam's hair, you pull his head back. He looks up at you with a smile, a playful glint shining in his bright eyes. Leaning down, you start to kiss him, your lips meeting his as if the kiss was a simple reward for his behavior. Sam starts to kiss you back, his lips soft against yours as he lets you take the lead. Dean looks at the both of you in a way that almost made him want to mock Sam. 

Your hand moves to around Sam's neck, and you pull away from the kiss and smile at him, taking a moment to look him over before you turn back to Dean in hopes that he would want to behave himself now. Dean, however, looked at you with a slightly bratty smirk. Dean is your bratty boy. There was no doubt in your mind about that. And bratty boys, they got the crop. 

The riding crop you own was special. It was handmade with Italian leather, black with gold accents. This piece was your prized possession and often your most used. You turn to your suitcase and open the latches before shifting things around and pulling out the riding crop. You look at it a moment, thinking about a few fond memories with it before turning back to the boys with it. You hold the crop with both hands, gripping it tightly and with command. 

It was at this moment you see Dean's eyes light up slightly. There it was, that need for pain and punishment written all over his face. Sam, on the other hand, maintained the same 'good boy' expression. He knew that the crop wasn't just for bad boys, it was also a sense of reward. It gave them both a different kind of pain and release from their normal day-to-day lives. Both of them couldn't wait to feel it smacking against their bare skin. 

"Strip. Both of you." You command them, taking a step back to give them some room to move off the edge of the bed. Sam was the first to stand up. He eagerly strips himself down, starting with his blue t-shirt and then to his jeans and boxers. He pushes them to the side before looking at you with a boyish smile. You smile back at him, reaching over and placing a hand on his toned chest a moment as your head turns and you look at Dean. 

At first, he seems hesitant, but he stands up and starts to strip himself down. He looks into your eye, almost as if he is challenging you. You accept that challenge in a small way, finding yourself excited to see his ass red from spankings. You reach over to Dean, pulling him to you as you lock lips with him quickly and suddenly. His hand moves to your side as he attempts to pull you closer, and you swat it away, pulling from the kiss with a smile. 

"I didn't give you permission to do that. Do as you are told, Dean." 

"And if I don't want to? I will do what I want. I always do what I want." Dean responds with a stern tone. 

You smirk as you look at him before glancing over to Sam.  The both of you had some sort of connection, an unspoken communication. Sam understood and stepped back away, leaning against a nearby wall as you move behind Dean and give him a solid whack with your riding crop. Dean winces a moment, jumping before licking at his lips. He didn't turn and look at you, though he wanted to. He wanted to rip that crop from your hand and turn your ass black and blue, but he couldn't. A part of him couldn't bring himself to do it. 

You smile and whack him again and Dean lets out a slight groan. His whole body tenses. Dean licks at his lips and bites down on the bottom one as he starts to become slightly hard because of you. His breathing picks up as he leans over the bed slightly, inviting you to hit him again. 

"Bend over further, Dean. It's okay to enjoy it." You say to him in a calm and caring tone. Dean seemed a little nervous, but he wanted more. He bends over the bed, bringing himself to his hands and knees on it. Sam stands to the side, his hand running over his toned stomach a moment as he watches you with great intent. You whack at Dean a few more times, who hardens and grows excited from the pain before you smile at him. 

"Oh good boy!" You say to him before you reach over and grab him by the hair and pull his head back, to see his body tense a little more. 

"Thank you....Ma'am." Dean says, almost as if it was hard to let the words come out of his mouth. He was tempted to call you sweetcheeks or something to that effect, but you made an impression and he was trying to be good, even for a moment. 

Your attention then turns to Sam, who carries an eager expression on his face. He wants his whacks, he wants to feel like it's a reward, and for Sam it is. You move away from Dean and move closer to Sam as you point the crop at him.  You drag it over his member and up his stomach before he willingly turns around and places his hands on the wall behind him. 

"Good boy." You say with a smile as you start to take some hits to Sam's ass. You see the way his skin easily redness from your crop, leaving little marks on him as if to mark your best boy with little rewards. Sam groans and like his brother, he becomes excited from your crop. His right hand moves from the wall, and as you whack him, he takes his erect member in his hand, and he starts to stroke himself. Normally you would discourage your boys from doing that, but the sounds of Sam's groaning caught you off guard. You whack him a little harder and he gets a little louder. 

You feel yourself becoming wet as you press your legs together while you stand there. Dean, who has been watching you with Sam, can read your body language. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, his hand coming to cup your breast. He massages you as he nuzzles into your neck, nipping and kissing at you. For a moment your Dom wall comes down. You lean into Dean as you watch Sam slowly stoke himself for you.  

"Sam, turn around. I wanna see..." Your breathy tone and Sam does just that. He leans his back against the wall again and starts to stroke himself nice and slow for you. He likes that you want to watch him, his cock becoming harder as he feels your eyes moving over his well-built body. Meanwhile, Dean reaches for the zipper on the back of your dress. He unzips you and you let the dress fall to your feet and step out of it. Not wearing any panties or a bra, Dean is happy to see you nude before him. 

He grabs you by the hips and pulls you against him. You feel as Dean's erection is pressed against you. He reaches for the crop in your hand and takes it from you a moment as he sets it on the edge of the bed before his hands start to wander over your body. 

"My good boys..." You can't help but moan slightly as you feel Dean's hands wandering over you. 

"Do you want to please me?" 

"Yes Ma'am." Both of them say at the same time. 

"How badly do you want me?" 

"So badly." Dean says as he kisses your shoulder. 

"I need you know, Ma'am." Sam says, stoking at himself faster. 

You take Dean's hand and reach for Sam's and lead both boys to the bed. You set yourself at the edge of the bed and spread your legs. 

"On your knees, Sam." You command him and he does as he is told. You grab his hair and guide him to your swollen bud where Sam takes you into his mouth and starts to lick at you. His large wet tongue slips between the lip between your legs and he takes your bud and starts to gently suck on it. 

You guide Dean to stand next to you as you take him into your mouth and start to suck on him. You moan against his member, sending warm wet vibrations over him. Dean gets goosebumps as he feels you take him to the back of his throat. He brings a foot up to rest on the soft hotel bed, which allows you to take him in deeper into your mouth. You grip the base of his shaft and start to stroke him as you suck on the very sensitive head of his member. Your hand guides Sam's motions on you, as you grip tightly at his full hair. 

After a moment longer, you simply couldn't take it anymore. You needed to feel one of them fill you and badly. If not one of them, you needed to feel both of them. As Sam starts to make your legs shake, you pull him away from you and guide him back up to you. Sam slides himself into you and you arch your back and moan. As you feel Sam pumping into you, your hand grips tightly at Dean and you start to stroke him matching the pace of Sam's thrusts inside you. 

This goes on for only a few moments before you realize you wanted to feel them both. You push Sam away a moment, who pulls out to watch you. You grab him by the hair again and pull him into a kiss before you look at him and say, "Lay down." Sam does as he is told and gets on the bed, laying down on his back. You straddle him and slid himself in between your slit before you look at Dean and smile. 

"Get behind me." 

"Yes, Ma'am." He said, a little more eager than he was before. 

Dean uses a mixture of his spit and yours, and his pre-come to lube himself up before he grips at your ass and slides himself into it. He goes slow, not wanting to hurt you. You moan as both of them at the same time press up into you, stretching both of your holes in a slow way. Your whole body is tense and warmth washes over you as both boys start at the same pace, pressing into you. 

Sam and Dean moan and groan together as you stay still, taking them both in easily. You look into Sam's eyes as you reach for his hair again as if to use it to brace yourself. Both boys start to pick up the pace, all of you moaning at the same time. 

"Harder. Harder, Boys. Come on." You moan and command them, and they are happy to oblige. Sam reaches for your breasts and holds onto them as he pumps up into you. Dean grips at your hips and his head hands back as he lets out a loud moan. 

"Oh, y/n, you feel so good." Sam says, speaking up and unable to hold back. "You are so wet and so tight!" He moans as he pressed himself as deep into you as he could. Dean on the other hand was unable to speak, almost constantly moaning as he kept going, getting harder and faster with each moment that passes. 

Your body starts to tremble together as each of you starts to reach some sort of climax and being lost in the moment, no one is thinking about pulling out. You pull tighter at Sam's hair and tighten around both of them your body tenses. Both boys reach with you. Sam is the first to finish, his whole body shaking as he presses into again and holds his member inside of you, filling you with himself. Dean finishes second as he pulls himself out, leaving a trail of his juices coming from you. He strokes the rest of it out of him and onto your soft skin. 

Feeling as both of your boys finish, causes you to finish. You feel another warm rush over your body as you tremble heavily and moan loudly. Your vision blurs slightly as you close your eyes and you pull tighter at Sam's hair, who chuckles and holds your sides as he presses his cock even deeper to feel you tighten and finish around him. 

Now all of you stop to catch your breath. Dean helps you off of his brother and helps you move to the side before he moves off the bed and sits down and slouches in a nearby chair. You lay next to Sam and let your breathing slow down before you turn and rest your head on Sam's chest. 

"I am so proud of both of you. Especially you Dean, for leaving your comfort zone." You say as you glance over at him. 

"Thank you, for all of this." Sam says and Dean nods his head in agreement. You smile as you sit up on the bed and look at both of them. 

"It's shower time. Let me get you boys cleaned up. Sam, you first." You say as you look over at him. Sam looks at you and nods. It was time for aftercare, and you were going to make sure they were spoiled and well taken care of. 

[nyxvuxoa]

Put in Your Place

Imagine being in trouble with Dom!Dean.

HardDom!Dean x F!Reader T/W: HardDom!Dean, spankings, aroused Dean, sexual aggression, vaginal sex, orgasm denial, mentions of aftercare. A/N: Getting a little kinky with Dean. You had been nothing but a pain in his ass, so he puts you in your place. My writing is rusty, so this is trash, but I hope you like it. Requests are open. Gif found on google.

You were feeling particularly bratty today; just an overall mood had washed over you. You were talking back. Not doing as you were told. Almost whining about everything. Maybe you wanted the attention. But Dean, he had some rules you for and went you went around breaking them wasn't very happy about it. His jaw clenched as he looked at you. His shoulder raised in slight tension before lowering as he attempted to relax.

"That's it, Buttercup!" He growls low you. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Nothing." You retort a little snippy in your response, which was highly frowned upon. You stopped what you were doing and looked at him. The look in his eyes turned serious and primal. You felt the need to challenge him, but Dean was one step ahead of you.

There was something about when you misbehaved that really brought out a primal nature in him. He always wanted to get his hands on you and put you in your place. Thankfully, this time, he was back at the hotel when you decided to do it. Before you could even open your mouth again, Dean had you by the arm and pressed you down on your stomach on the bed. He smirks, looking at you in a dependent position, almost admiring you.

"You have been nothing short of a pain in the ass today, Y/N." He comments as you reach for your panties, almost ripping them off of you as he yanked them down to uncover your ass. He looks at your exposed skin and licks at his lips. He could mentally see how red your ass was going to be when he was done with it.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

Dean's hand came down forcefully against your skin. You jump and tense your body, crying out at first, and then whimpered.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

Three more came down on you. Your ass starts to sting, and you can feel the heat left behind from Dean's hand. Dean growls, and you feel yourself starting to become wet. The feeling of defiance started to leave your mind. Maybe this was all you needed was to be put in your place, a reminder of who was really in charge of you.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

You tense, even more, moaning with the feeling. Three more, and your ass is turning bright red. The sight of it causes Dean to lick at his lips. He starts to get hard in his jeans. The fabric tightens around him, and Dean feels restricted. For a moment, he debates. You haven't really earned feeling his cock today, but on the other hand, another punishment had come to his mind.

Dean quickly removes his pants before turning you over onto your back. The feeling of the bed on your ass hurts slightly as the stinging sensation starts to spread. He's quick to pull your panties entirely away from your body now before he grabs your knees and separates your legs. Dean moves between your legs and shoves himself inside you and all the way in, hitting your sweet spot immediately.

You moan, arching your back against the bed. Dean, he growls and starts to pump into you roughly and quickly.

"Use me Sir." You coax him on, which causes him to growl louder and longer. He pumps even harder and faster, focusing on his own gain and climax. You can feel the length of him as he moves his hips steadily. He fits perfectly, hitting the spot every time he moves. Your body shakes at the feeling. He reaches up and places a hand on the side of your face, pushing you down into the bed. His other hand moves to your side as he looks down and watches himself moving in and out of you with ease.

He feels your body tremble under him and he smirks, "I don't think so Buttercup, you didn't earn your finish today." He pumps harder, teasing you of the climax you won't be getting. He knows he's hitting that spot when your legs are like jelly as you lay there, taking all of him.

"But Sir, what i-if I..."

"No. You are not allowed to finish." He growls and pressed himself completely into you and watches as he makes your back arch. Both of his hands move to grip at your waist and he starts to pump as fast and as hard as he can, feeling the pressure building in the base of him. His cock starts to twitch and he begins his release inside of you, filling you to the point that his cum is leaking out of you around him.

You want to finish so badly, but... you know if you do that denial was going to last a few days. You bite down roughly on your lip and old your body as tense you can, mentally repeating to yourself "don't finish, don't finish". You manage it, but just barely. It leaves you craving for more, that need to please him to earn your finish back.

Dean is quick to lean over and grab your face by the chin, forcing you to make eye contact. "Good girl. Do you understand why I did this?" He asks you.

"I was misbehaving. You put me in my place, Sir."

"That's right." He says back as he leans down and gently kisses your lips.

"You were such a good girl for taking that. If you are good later, do as you are told, and don't break your rules, maybe I will let you have release tonight."

"Yes, Sir." You say, looking up into his deep green eyes with nothing but thanks and love.

Dean moves from you and slips his boxers back on, leaving his jeans on the floor a moment. He reaches for a blanket and wraps you in it before putting the tv on and getting you a drink out of the minibar. He hands it to you and smiles.

"I'm proud of you. Rehydrate. After that, we will take a shower." He says with a smile. You gladly take the bottle of water and open it, downing it almost instantly.

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Oneshots Dean Winchester Imagines/ Gif Drabbles

* = contains smut/ smut-adjacent stuff  Ordered newest to oldest 

Series/ Multi-Part

Miles of Memories (Dean x reader Best Friends to Lovers AU)

You and Dean were inseparable growing up, but life got in the way after you left for college. When you return home years later to celebrate two of your close friends’ engagement, you find yourself missing the way things used to be. With memories around every turn, will you and Dean find a way to be as close as you were? Or is everything about to get… complicated?

Back to You  In progress. [On hiatus]

Just as you’re finally getting the hang of your normal life, Dean shows up, years after walking out on you, and reveals you’re in danger.

*Yes, Professor (Professor!Dean x College Student!Reader SMUT AU)* In progress [On hiatus]

You had a crush on your professor and did everything you could to avoid taking a class from him again. But when he’s assigned to teach your class at the last moment…well, sexy times ensue.

Dream a Little Dream of Me  In progress. [On hiatus]

{sort of} a SPN college AU series. You transfer to a new university where you meet Sam, Charlie, Jo, Eileen, and eventually Dean– but things aren’t always what they seem.

*Good Girls *     *Part 2*   Completed.

Based on Good Girls by 5 Seconds of Summer.

*A New Life (Dean x reader series)* Completed.

Your family is killed and you’re about to take your own life when the Winchester boys come rolling in. They turn your world inside out, but along the way you discover a new purpose in hunting and a love you never dreamed could exist.

Most Likely Discontinued... (oops.)

Come What May (Dean x reader ANGST series) [Most likely discontinued]

Dean witnesses almost everyone he’s ever cared for die in alternate universes– and he can’t figure out how to make it all stop.

[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

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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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[allonsy-yesiwill]

Best Friends Chapter Three

WC: 1588 ish

Summary: Dean and you have been ‘best friends’ for almost two years, however, you aren’t feeling like he’s really that great of a friend. You can’t get a good read on him, the things he says and the way he acts is confusing you more.

A/N: This is an AU, that just kind of start to write itself one night. I don’t know how many chapters there are going to be or where it’s going but hopefully, somewhere fantastic

Warning: Angst, one-sided love, car accident, not pro Jo 

Chapter One | Chapter Two |

It had been a rough month, and everyone felt it. Dean was still working on getting Baby back into running condition after someone ran into her a week ago. Luckily no one was in her when the drunk driver T- boned her, parked outside the bar. 

The night it happened Jo was being a horrible human, being rude to Dean and you were over it. You said your goonights and walked out that door. As you walked out the door you took note of the headlights moving faster than most cars did at this our. You walked quickly knowing that the main roaded came to a T and you wanted to be in the side lot before the car turned too hard and popped the curb. Looking over your shoulder you noticed the car was not slowing down. The panic started to set in, you ran to the side of a building jumping behind the corner when you heard his breaks. 

You don’t know how long you were sitting huddled next to the ground and the side of the bar. You couldn’t move, just sat there with your arms covering your head. You start to hear voices, they sound a million miles away to you right now. 

“Y/N!” 

“Y/N!” 

“Y/N,” Dean’s panic voiced slowly brought you back into the present moment. 

“Over here,” you yell trying to turn to face the street. “Son of a bitch,” you scream not realizing you have cut your leg open nicely when you fell. 

“Oh thank god,” Dean sees you and runs over, not really thinking he just hugs you. 

“S’kinda hurts,” you let out.

“Oh god, sorry. I, I was, I was just, are you okay? Do you think you can stand? Here let me just get you up on the table over there.”  You don’t even have time to respond to any of his questions before he picks you up off the ground and has you sitting on the old picnic table in the parking lot. You try to tell him you’re okay but he doesn’t listen, he’s got his flannel off and using it to apply pressure to your leg. 

“Hey Dean,” you say softly while softly touching his forearm on your calf, “I am okay.” 

Dean makes his way next to you giving you another big hug, this time softer. “ I heard the crash and when I saw Baby, all I could think about is where were you. I just,” he says as you feel his body start to sob. 

“Hey it’s okay, we’re all okay. Well uh maybe not Baby, but she will be. I can even help you patch her up,” you say softly as you feel his body relax. 

“I was just so worried,” Dean says place his lips to your forehead before pulling away. 

You see Jo before Dean hears her and you push him away just a little bit. You see his body tense when she calls his name, “Dean, why aren’t you helping the driver. He clearly needs more help than Y/N.” 

“Help him, help him. He just broke one of my favorite things, are you fucking kidding me, Jo?”

“It’s a car Dean, you can fix it,” she said bitterly. 

“Hey, I am going to be fine. I probably need stitches but I am pretty sure they will let me keep the leg. Go help Benny with the driver,” you softly say trying to prevent a fight between the couple of the year. 

“Okay fine but I will be right now, Y/N if you need anything just holler,” Dean says not breaking eye contact with you. 

The night moved on, the driver is going to live, mostly because his blood alcohol level was high enough to keep him relaxed. You offered your keys to Dean so that he could take Jo home, to be fair if she stayed you were probably going to punch her. After about 20 minutes of trying to sell him on the idea, he finally agreed, saying that he would be back to pick you up at the hospital.

You had been in the ER for about 3 hours now, your leg had 20 stitches, nothing was broken but they wouldn’t release you. This was a problem, you don’t love hospitals. In fact, you hate them. Sitting in your bed you start to grow more and more panicked about why they aren’t letting you go home. Even sitting in the waiting room for Dean to show up would be better than this. 

“Alright Y/N, so here’s the thing. The driver is getting charged with the accident and your injuries and based on everything you told us, you probably have a bit of head trauma so we are going to keep you overnight.” 

You can’t help it, you just start to cry. Your doctor is asking questions, but you aren’t answering. They are worried that you are going back into shock but you can’t do anything other than let the tears slowly fall. More questions are asked but you still don’t have words. You are only able to answer yes and no with small nods. They seem to be satisfied with this and get you settled in a wheelchair starting the journal to your room. 

Everything around you is a blur, with tears still falling then you hear it. “Look, I’ve been here for 3 hours, it shouldn’t take this long. I was there when it happened, I saw that she just needed stitches,” Dean says with a harsh tone. 

“Dean,” you shout as your tears become more of a sob. 

He rushes do your side as you’re being pushed through the waiting area, “Hey kiddo, what’s going on, are we going home?”  He’s down on his knees rubbing your arms listen to the nurse tell him that you have to stay the night. “Hey Y/N, take this okay. I am just going to talk to the nurse up here,” she said handing you a stuffed unicorn he purchased from the gift shop. 

Dean shared your story with the nurses letting them know why you were scared of the hospital. The staff agrees to let Dean stay with you for the night. It’s 1 am by the time you are in your new bed. The nurses got Dean set up with a chair that folds into a bed, not the best but he was more than happy. 

“So I named it,” it’s the first thing you have said since seeing Dean. 

“Oh yeah,” Dean says walking over to chair sitting next to your bed, “What are you calling her princess.” 

“Rhaegal.” 

“I like it,” Dean said with a chuckle. 

“Thank you for everything, I am sorry I just.” 

“Stop, I know. I am happy to help,” Dean says softly taking your hand. You sit there in silence with Dean softly rubbing your hand. “You should get some rest.” 

“Not tired.” 

“Y/N how are you not tired,” Dean said looking at you but you didn’t answer. “Fine hold on,” he says walking over and pulling your tablet out of the bag he packed for you, “Let’s watch a movie. I am pretty sure you have one already downloaded on here if I know you.” 

You just smile. “Yup, here it is, Inconceivable!” Dean said propping the tablet up on the table so you both can watch it. 

Four weeks later, you sit outside your house with little to nothing to do because you still weren’t 100% clear to use the leg all of the time. Reading outside you hear the rumble that you know all too well, seeing Dean pull into your driveway. 

“Whacha think,” he said getting out of Baby. 

“Looks good, you fixed her up faster than me.” 

“That’s your own fault. Benny told you to stay out from behind the bar but you didn’t listen.” 

“Whatever it was one night, Sarah was sick. Benny wasn’t here,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah I am well aware, he called me and had me to shut down the bar that night, or do you not remember.” 

“Blah, whatever I remember. It’s alright now, new stitches no more infection. I am actually doing what the doctors tell me now.” 

“Great, I have a reward for you,” Dean whispers, “Get your stuff we are going for a drive.” 

You give him a big grin. “I said get your stuff princess.” 

Dean and you use to do this all of the time, just drive to nowhere anywhere, somewhere. However, it had been ages. You packed a small bag with a blanket, a sweater and were climbing into Baby in no time. 

“Alright what do we want to listen to first,” Dean asks. 

“Styx,” you say more as a question than an answer. 

“Fine by me,” he says popping in the take, “Y/N leg up, you know you can’t sit normally for that long. I will make sure to make more than enough stops but legs up.” 

You stick out your tongue pretending to be annoyed but you’re not. You love this, you love that it’s just the two of you and he’s softly stroking the top of your foot. 

As Baby movies onto the open road, he turns the radio up just a bit while he presses down on the gas pedal. You both are softly singing “ Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law.” 

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Chapter 29

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You hid behind the pillar and watched him pace around on the balcony of the building before you. When you tried to make it to the other pillar he saw you and began shooting. You ran into the nearest shop and ran out the back ignoring the screams and shouts. You managed to pry open a window and squeezed yourself out of it, but as you reached the ground you went over on your ankle and cried out in pain.

You willed yourself to run again as you heard Dean shouting out for you.

You heard the bang from the gun as he peered out the window and saw you fleeing.

You rang Sam, “Where the fuck are you?”

“He knocked me out, I'm coming, where are you?” he asked.

"I'm heading towards the old town museum.“ you cried.

"Good, stay hidden among the crowds, We will fix this, I promise” he tried to calm you down.

As you ran into the museum you saw the large queue, you panicked as you knew Dean wouldn't be far behind.

You limped over to the ticket booth cutting in line but trying so hard to say sorry.

“Miss back of the line,” the lady demanded.

“Please I do not want a ticket, there is a guy chasing me please can I hide somewhere, just for a few minutes.”

When the girl realized you weren't joking, she came out of the booth and brought you into the staff corridor behind the booths.

“Stay here I'm gonna get help,” she promised.

You heard Dean's voice, it sounded close so you ran up the corridor and ran through the door. As you stood in the museum bar you hid behind the counter.

 “Wait, are you the girl they are talking about over the headset?" the barman asked.

“Yes,” tears ran down your face.

“Okay, stay behind there.” the barman tried to act as normal as possible.

When Dean walked through, he came upon the barman,  smirking he asked him if he had seen you.

"No sir,” the barman answered.

“Well, you see I think you're lying," Dean pointed his gun at him.

“Wait!" you stood up hands in the air.

“Run, “ you said to the barman.

“There she is, ” Dean smiled sadistically.

“Dean," you pleaded with him as he rounded the bar “It's me,”

Then he shot you twice in the chest.

As you lay dying Dean went to in a trance but was pushed to the floor when Sam came running to you.

“I'm sorry Y/n, I tried to get here in time," he sobbed.

Dean then snapped out of it and looked confusingly around. He was unsure of how he got here.

When his eyes landed on you he flung himself down beside you.

“What the fuck happened?" he shouted.

“Y/N who did this?“ he asked.

“I forgive you bulldog,” you rasped, before closing your eyes.

“Y/N" the boys screamed your name.

“Was this me Sammy? “ Dean asked through tears as he held you to his chest, "Please tell me this wasn't me,"

Sam didn't answer, Instead, he called for Castiel.

When he appeared Sam pointed at you "Please Cas, There isn't much time,"

Castiel came to you and healed you within seconds.

As you gasped for air, you looked at Dean and covered your face “Please Dean it's me,”

“I know sweetheart, I know it's you I don't know what's happening." he cried in despair.

As you lower your hands you weren't in the museum anymore, but in a room filled with paintings. You looked around and your eyes landed on a smirking Zachariah.

“Enjoy the show," he smirked,

“You son of a bitch,” you launched at him

“Watch your tone with me, girl,” and you fell to your knees clutching your chest, “You think that was bad, if you don't convince Dean to say yes to Michael, I will make you go through all kinds of torture at the hands of your lover, now make him say yes,"

Before you could respond you found yourself in the middle of Bobby’s living room.

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[waynes-multiverse]

Labyrinth

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: A dangerous Wendigo hunt takes the Winchesters and their companion to an abandoned mine shaft and a maze of tunnels. Dean, on the other hand, not only has to find an exit in an underground cave system but also fights against his feelings for a young huntress as he battles through a labyrinth of thoughts and fears.

Warnings: a bit of language, angst, a trifecta of monsters, caves & earthquakes, canon-level violence, injuries & rebars, protective!Dean, idiots in love, silly jealousy, fluff

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Written as a request for @tieddown-withbattleshipchains​. Hope this scratches the itch! It turned out a little angstier because Wendigos scare the shit outta me, but there’s tons of fluff in between and certainly at the end! 🥰 Inspired by Labyrinth by Taylor Swift (Duh. What else? 😂) and my favorite horror flick The Descent. Enjoy!

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

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Have you ever loved someone so much that just being in their distanced proximity hurts your heart? Loved someone so much that every time they pass you by, their scent drives you mad, their voice gives you shivers, and your own words fail to come clean? So much that lunacy seems like sanity?

Well, Dean pretty much feels precisely like this, feels like he’s going slowly but surely insane as he trails behind Y/N through the woods of Montana. Every wind, even the tiniest breeze, wafts microscopic particles of her perfume into his nostrils, causing him to bite the insides of his cheeks harder, hoping the metallic taste will erase everything that is her. So far, not even the intense smell of pine helps, though. For the last half an hour, all he keeps thinking about is the huntress he’s known for years, wondering if he were able to taste the M&Ms she ate earlier in the car on her tongue once he would finally gather enough courage to kiss her – not that this fantasy would ever be maintainable in the first place.

It’s like a kid’s dream. Dean’s a rockstar, an astronaut, and a pilot all at once whenever he’s near her.

“I think we should be there in an hour,” Y/N muses and halts in her boots to check map and compass, Sam instantly joining her to take a look over her shoulder. “The mine shaft and the cave system are a few miles up the mountain. If we follow the trail along the river, it should lead us right there.”

“Sounds good. We still have enough daylight,” Sam agrees with a resolute nod and a look to the sky, where the sun is still standing high above their heads.

Dean, on the other hand, ignores the eerie feeling in his gut. Aware Y/N is a seasoned hunter with a superb skill set, he knows there’s no real reason for him to worry more than he should. She can handle herself; she always could. It’s a hunt like any other, one of many over the years. Hell, it’s not even the first Wendigo they’ve hunted together. There was another one three years back in Michigan. So truly, what’s different this time?

Right, his fucking feelings…

Y/N and Sam keep chatting as they cheerily march up the mountain, their breaths not even remotely labored, even though the climb is pretty steep. Apparently, going for a jog every morning pays off. Dean, however, stays quiet and trails behind them, green eyes observing their surroundings as he swallows the tiny bit of apprehension and jealousy down.

“You’re quiet today,” Y/N notes and purposely falls back to his speed as Sam wanders ahead – not before the younger Winchester shoots his older brother a secret look that says tell her, though. “You okay?”

The green-eyed hunter mirrors the small smile on her lips and nods, gulping, “Yeah, I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” Y/N accepts with a slight pout, although she’s obviously far away from buying his lie. She licks her lips and adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders. “So, uhm, after the hunt, I figured we could check out that bar across the motel?”

“Sounds good,” Dean agrees, his smile widening and cheeks blushing, even though it’s just the usual hunter invitation to celebrate the end of a case.

“Okay, great,” Y/N lets out a small breath of relief. Was she nervous to ask him? Why the hell would she be? “I actually have to tell you something, so I could use a little liquid courage.”

Dean’s brow furrows, his heart rate accelerating. “Liquid courage? For what? You know you can always tell me everything.”

“Not everything,” Y/N mumbles and averts her gaze to the trail ahead.

“C’mon, what is it?” Maybe it’s wishful thinking or sheer curiosity, but Dean can’t help it and hopes she feels the same way he does, although it sounds like complete insanity again. She’ll probably only confess that she’s been in love with Sam this whole time. He is the smarter choice, after all. Just look at that flawless mane of hair!

Y/N only shakes her head at him and hides a mischievous grin behind her lip bite. “Nuh-uh, forget it. Not drunk enough yet,” she says and then hops forward to join Sam again.

After an hour, the three hunters finally reach the mine shaft that leads to an intricate cave system – the perfect hideout for a monster. Eight women disappeared here last week, the location a popular hotspot for everyone who seeks thrills and adventures. Dean doesn’t count himself as one of those people. His life is adventurous enough as is. Frankly, he would’ve preferred pay-per-view at the motel over this hellish trip.  

Equipped with flashlights, the three carefully stalk inside. It’s incredibly dark and humid, low growls echoing off the stony, muddy walls, so the hunters know they’ve found the right place. The monster is definitely here, even though it still sounds miles away, which isn’t ideal. It only means they have to venture further in, and Dean already hates this with every fiber of his goddamn being. Caves are not exactly his favorite hunting grounds. Y/N, however, seems as fearless as ever, and Dean can’t help but admire her endless bravery. Obviously, she’s so out of his league it’s not even a little bit funny.

“Did you guys hear that?” Y/N stops in her tracks, her ears perked as she surveys the array of noises that bleed through.

“Woman’s voice?” Dean checks, although he’s sure all three of them can hear the faint screams and whimpers.

“One of ‘em is still alive, apparently,” Sam muses, concern and sympathy etched into his brow.

“I think it’s coming from here,” Y/N says and holds her ear to a small cave opening in the wall – if you can even call it that, the entrance as big as a cartoonish mouse hole.

“We can’t fit in there. We need to find another way around it,” Sam informs them and pulls out the cave map they’ve received from a park ranger.

“You guys can’t fit in there.”

“What?!” Dean’s head snaps to Y/N as soon as those words leave her mouth, seeing the gears turning in her head.

“I’m small… unlike my broad-shouldered friends. I can fit,” she shrugs casually as if it wasn’t the craziest suggestion she’d ever made.

“Mm-mm, no. You’re not squeezing through a small tunnel with a monster waiting for you on the other side, Y/N,” Dean tells her sternly, only one sharp tone away from making it a full-on order.

“Dean, she might be dead by the time we get there. I can do this,” Y/N assures him. “This isn’t my first Wendigo, you know?”

As Dean glances at Sam for some support, surely convinced his little brother would come to the same conclusion, the green-eyed hunter soon notices Sam’s suspicious silence on the subject matter and frowns. So much for brotherly support…

“Dean, it might be the only way to save that girl,” Sam agrees. Of course, the gentle giant does.

“Alright, so we all agree,” Y/N smiles and throws her backpack on the ground, pulling out a few flares, a machete, and a lighter.

“No, we don’t,” Dean shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t agree. Not at all. Very much disagree with this plan, in fact.”

“Okay, noted. It’s still two against one, so sorry. Guess you’re losing this one, De,” Y/N says simply and then puts the flashlight into her mouth, proceeding to crawl through the narrow opening.

Dean’s close to grabbing her ankles and pulling her back out, not caring about any surefire protests on her part and the huntress’s wrath as his heart pounds so harshly and loudly against his ribs it almost sounds like a Neil Peart drum solo in his chest.

“Y/N, you still okay?” Dean checks after a minute when the soles of her shoes have disappeared from his sight. As he shines his flashlight into the tunnel, he recognizes her a few feet ahead. “I don’t like this,” he tells Sam, chewing roughly on his plump bottom lip while his brow is in a constant crinkle.

“Me neither, but it’s the only choice we have, Dean,” Sam counters and focuses back on the map in his hands.

“Oh, is it?!” Dean mocks in sheer sibling annoyance. “You better find out where that tunnel leads and how we can fucking get there,” he barks as the anxiety claims his lungs. “Fast.”

“Already on it,” Sam assures him.

Dean’s heart only gets a single second free of concern, though, before Y/N’s voice rings every alarm bell in his goddamn head.

“Guys? There’s something wrong here. And there’s definitely blood and… stuff in this tunnel,” Y/N informs them, her voice barely audible the farther she gets. “It’s really gross…”

“Okay, Y/N, just get back out here. We’ll find another way,” Dean orders her, his flashlight and eyes unable to see her as he peers into the hole again. Her sweet voice is all he has left now.

“I-I don’t think I can move back out, De,” she says, her tone laced with slight panic now. “This thing is kinda tight. Kinda like… You know what? Never mind.” Dean knows she attempted a dirty joke there, one he certainly would’ve appreciated if he wasn’t currently fearing for her life. “I can only go forward. Just meet me at the end, okay?”

Quite panicked himself at this point, the green-eyed hunter turns back to his brother, “You found it yet?”

“Uh, yeah, I think it’s that way,” Sam muses and points at one of three tunnel options ahead.

“You think or you know, Sam?!”

And because misery loves company, at this exact moment, the ground, the walls, the ceiling all suddenly begin to violently shake and tremble, small pieces of stone and dirt coming loose. There’s a “shit” echoing through Y/N’s tunnel that reaches the hunter’s ears before more rumblings follow, more stones fall, and the tunnel closes completely and cuts the huntress off from the brothers.

“Was that a fucking earthquake?” Dean tries to shield his head from falling debris and coughs the dirt from his lungs before frantically checking the small tunnel for proof of life, but all he can see is dirt, dust, and more stones. “Y/N? Y/N! Are you alright, sweetheart? FUCK!”

“Dean, c’mon, we’ll find her,” Sam soothes and heads for the far left tunnel opening.

“Why is there a fucking earthquake in Montana? It’s not freaking California,” Dean huffs as he stomps behind his little brother, hoping the huntress is still alive and not hurt too badly as he speeds up his strides. Either she’s been crushed to death, or a monster will munch on her, and needless to say, neither option is acceptable to him.  

“Actually, Montana has seven to ten every day, which makes it the fourth most seismically active state,” Sam shares his National Geographic knowledge nonchalantly, earning him an angry scowl from the green-eyed hunter.

Yeah, guess what – Dean’s not super interested in random nerd facts right now.

There’s a loud scream that echoes through the cave system, and for an agonizing heartbeat, Dean halts in his boots as he recognizes the voice. No doubt it’s Y/N’s, and his feet set into motion and start running, following the noises of struggle as he rounds corner after corner, blindly running into different tunnels as Sam tries to keep up with him.

The maze of cave tunnels feels as familiar as his mind, a labyrinth of unknown paths that lead him to different options. But the green-eyed hunter doesn’t need a map anymore; he knows exactly where to find her without wasting a single thought on it. His heart is still the best navigation system.

There’s a flicker of red light at the end of his path, and Dean knows Y/N is close. There are growls and hisses before he hears the huntress desperately call his name – his and not Sam’s. It definitely shouldn’t warm his heart the way it does, especially in a life-or-death situation like this, but Dean literally can’t help the slight relief and happiness he feels in his chest over that fact, although he probably shouldn’t read too much into it.

Y/N’s brightly burning flare comes into view first before his emerald eyes spot the huntress on the ground and then the monster. She’s fending off the Wendigo as best as she can, keeping it at bay as she waves her flare in the air like a weapon, but Dean notices soon enough that she can’t move much and is hurt badly.

The older hunter quickly grabs the hairspray, pushes down on the dispenser, and lights the aerosol mist of chemicals on fire with his lighter – Y/N’s genius idea for a weapon, which she came up with in the motel room before their hunt. The flames shoot out and set the monstrous bastard on fire while Sam aims the flamethrower and incinerates the monster for good. Tarantino style, as Dean likes to call it. Unfortunately, he lost the round of Rock, Paper, Scissors over the glorious weapon to his younger brother, but truthfully, the hairspray was still satisfying enough.

As the monster turns to ash, Sam runs to the half-alive victim tied to a pole while Dean rushes to the huntress’s side. He cups her cheeks as she winces, inspecting her whole body and assessing her for injuries when he notices the small piece of rebar stuck in the side of her stomach, blood oozing out around the metal and pooling underneath her body.

“Ow, shit,” Y/N hisses and tries to wiggle, hand curling around his bicep. Dean’s hands quickly steady her before she accidentally drives the damn thing even deeper into her body.

“Shhh, don’t move, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay, alright?” Dean assures her, although he’s frankly not sure if his calming words are more for his sake than hers. “Just breathe in and breathe out... There you go.”

“I-I don’t… I’m, uhm…,” Y/N trails off, her eyelids fighting to stay open, and his heart only begins to hammer louder in his ribcage, drumming in his ears.

“Y/N? Y/N, stay awake for me, okay?” But her eyes close for good, her palm lifelessly dropping from his arm to the ground. “SAM!”

“Dean, you can’t keep staring at her,” Sam reminds him, his voice only faintly audible behind the green-eyed hunter as his mind solely focuses on Y/N’s unconscious body in the motel room bed. “She’s gonna be creeped out when she wakes up.”

“Shut up,” Dean grumbles and hears Sam’s sigh of frustration and resignation.

“Alright, Twilight. I’ll grab more stuff from the pharmacy. She’s gonna need it,” Sam announces, hand reaching for the doorknob. “Be back in a few.”

As the door of the small motel room closes, Dean lets his head fall between his knees as he sits on the chair next to her bed, the tension still very much prominent in his shoulders and neck, although she should be in the clear by now. It certainly has been touch-and-go for a while, Y/N drifting in and out of consciousness, passing out from the pain as the brothers carefully removed the sharp piece of metal from her lower abdomen and stitched her up. Sam even had to send the older Winchester for a calming drive in the Impala while the younger one tended to her injuries, not being able to work with Dean’s constant yelling in his ears. The green-eyed hunter had surely been close to a breakdown. Luckily, they could forgo the hospital this time, the rebar not piercing through any serious organs and rupturing a spleen or a kidney.

His green eyes drift to her sleeping form. She seems a lot better now, some pinkish color having returned to her cheeks. Y/N always scares him, usually because she’s so much smarter and tougher than him, and every time he tried to order her around in the past always backfired, with her almost biting his whole head off. This time, though, she terrified him in a completely different way. She was pale, white as a sheet in his arms as he rushed her down the mountain. He swears he’s never run faster in his life. Even Sam, the professional jogger and marathon runner, could barely keep up, and Dean still feels the aching blisters from his boots whenever he shuffles on his feet too much.

“What would I have done if you died, huh?” the hunter mutters under his breath to no one in particular, knowing she’s dead asleep, and screws open the cap of his flask, taking a big gulp of whiskey, letting the burning liquid numb his throat. “You know if I lost you…” Another sip keeps the pricking tears in his green orbs at bay while his mind is battling a breakthrough. “I-I just… I can’t do that, you know? Probably would take me my whole life to get over you. I know you don’t know that, but you’re really important to me, y’know? I mean, hell, you can’t hear me anyways, so I might actually admit it for once,” he sighs at his own stupidity, fingers tapping against the silver flask. “I’ve been in love with you, Y/N… for a while, actually. At least, I think that’s what all those icky twinges in my chest are. Doesn’t feel like heartburn, like after eating a cheeseburger... I mean, they’re pretty much only there whenever you’re around, so that’s gotta be it, right? Love. Not like I have a lot of experience with that… I mean, not that I’m a virgin. I’ve had sex, you know? I just… I’ve never done the feelings thing. At least not well, I guess. So, in that case, you could probably say I’m a feelings virgin…”

Dean then groans loudly and lets his head drop into his palms, rubbing a hand across his freckled face. “Jesus fucking Christ, fuck me. God, I sound like an idiot… Thank God you can’t hear me. This is like the worst trial run ever… I mean, not like I would actually ever have enough courage to tell you all that shit while you’re actually awake, you know? I’m kinda a coward when it comes to that stuff. I mean, let’s be honest here for a second, you don’t care about me, right? You probably have the hots for Sammy. Can’t really blame you. You know, I’m not a girl, but I get it. Sometimes I’d like to tug on that hair too, so…”

And that’s when Dean’s muscles suddenly stiffen, his cheeks draining all color as he notices Y/N’s whole body quaking. His heart stops as he hears the first few snorts that slowly morph into a giggle and then into a full-on laugh.

Shit…

“Are you fucking awake?!”

Y/N pops one eye open at first, carefully checking the extent of his angered shock before she dares to pry open the second one, a mischievous twinkle gleaming in her orbs and an amused smile shaping on her pink lips.

“Okay… How much did you hear?”

Y/N shrugs her shoulders as much as she can and chuckles, “Well, pretty much… all of it.”

Dean scoffs, shaking his head as the tips of his ears turn beet red in shame. “What kinda psycho bitch pretends to be asleep while a man pours his heart out, huh? You know, I thought you were practically fucking dead!”

Y/N snorts and rolls her eyes. “You did not. And I think you mean, ‘What kinda psycho bitch pretends to be asleep while an idiot pours his heart out?’”

“Okay, haha, funny,” Dean huffs and chugs his flask. Is it too late to go back to that cave and hope the Wendigo eats him? “Can we just pretend this never happened before Sam gets back, please?”

Y/N responds with a casual twitch of her shoulders as she props herself up on the mattress. “I mean, sure… If that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want, okay?” Dean affirms, nodding. “Don’t want shit to be awkward between us from now on, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Y/N agrees. “I mean, it would be pretty awkward for you if I didn’t feel the same way about you, which I do.”

“Yeah, see? Glad you get it,” the hunter huffs before his head snaps to her, green eyes widening and growing to the size of the moon. “Wait, what?!”

Y/N’s laughter then fills the motel room, but he can barely hear it over his own pounding heartbeat. Did she just say what he thinks she said? No, right? He heard that wrong. Jesus fuck, he better not make an even bigger fool out of himself.

“You’re cute,” Y/N tells him then and starts chewing on her lower lip.

Dean swallows thickly. “What, uh, what does that mean?”

“Jesus, you really are a feelings virgin,” she snorts another laugh and winces, all the giggles hurting her freshly stitched wound. Good, Dean thinks. She surely deserves that pain.

His cheeks heat up as he awkwardly clears his throat. “Wha-, uh… Let’s not make that a thing, okay? Please?”

“Oh, it’s totally gonna be a thing,” Y/N teases, chuckling.

“Great, mhm…” God, someone help him.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hm, yeah?”

Y/N doesn’t say anything more – all he feels then is her soft lips pressing against his. The tension finally dissipates from his shoulders, his muscles relaxing as he leans into the kiss, his heart thumping wildly in his chest before it drops between his boots. He breathes her in, breathes into the kiss as her tongue slyly sneaks into his mouth and deepens the overwhelming passion as his head becomes dizzier the longer it lasts.

As he fervently kisses her back, he has finally found the right exit and leaves the labyrinth of his mind behind him. He’s on the right path, and it’s goddamn better than his imagination.

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Uptown Boy (4) - Pay your dues

Summary: No money. No parties. No friends. Can he survive on his own? Stranded in your small hometown Dean Winchester tries to navigate his new life. 

Paring: AU!Dean Winchster x Mechanic!Reader

Characters: Bobby Singer, Benny Lafitte, John Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2,7k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, Dean is a spoiled brat, cocky reader, mechanic!reader, arguments, angry Dean, violence, blood, pissed reader, blood, John Winchester’s A+ parenting

A/N: This is the alternative version to Uptown Girl. I was wondering what will happen if the tables turn.

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Divider by @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 3

6 weeks later, …

“Morning,“ the woman sizing Dean up a few weeks ago smirks at you. “Nice trick telling me Dean is married to a guy. He doesn’t even have kids.”

“What?” you frown as you finally look up from the papers you tried to fix.

“Dean, the hot mechanic I was talking about last time. I met him again at a bar and,” she giggles now, batting her fake lashes as she places her business card onto your desk, “one thing let to another. You know.”

“No,” grunting the word you shove the card toward the edge of your desk to watch it drop into the wastebasket. “I don’t know what my employees do after work, and I don’t care.”

“We got to know each other very well,” she gets another card out, waving it in front of your face, giving you her best fake smile. “Please hand Dean my card. I think he lost my number.”

“Aw, you really think so?” it’s your turn to give her your sweetest fake smile. “You know, if a man doesn’t call you back and hides in the back of my office, he doesn’t want to see you again. You’re a one and done.”

“I don’t think so,” she spats now, huffing as you shove her hand out of your face. “Give him my number.”

“I’m not your employee nor your slave. If you want to give it to Dean, do it yourself. Not everyone must do shit for you,” you get up from your chair to stare her down. 

She gasps, stepping back as you round your desk. You’ve got this effect on girls like her sometimes. Someone like her is not used to people not wanting to kiss the ground she’s walking on. She’s the kind of woman believing the world is all Gucci bags and high heels.

“Is there a problem, Y/N?” Bobby pokes his head into your office, grumbling under his breath as his eyes land on the woman bugging him this morning. “I already told you, miss. Dean is not here. It’s his free day.”

“She said he’s in the back of her office,” you shrug as Bobby looks at you, brows furrowed in a silent question. “Right? He’s in the back.”

“How shall I know where my employee spends his time. I was busy running my business, not to check on Dean,” she tries one last time to hand you her business card, but you simply walk past her, swallowing the bile rising in your throat.

“Kiddo?” watching you walk out of the office Bobby wonders what happened between you and Dean. For weeks you avoid your new employee, only talking to him when it’s necessary. “Y/N?”

“I’m fine Bobby. Really,” Bobby doesn’t need to know you took it to your heart that Dean fucked the first woman crossing his path. Finding out it was the arrogant and spoiled bitch from weeks ago stings even more. “I am going to have an early lunch. Can you show her the way out?”

“Sure…that I can do…”

“Listen, boy,” pressing the wrench to Dean’s chest, Bobby narrows his eyes, “I warned you, didn’t I? I told you to not mess with my kiddo. Now she barely shows up at her shop and ignores you most of the time. What did you do?”

“Uh-I,” scratching the back of his neck Dean tries to find a lie to sell to Bobby. Months ago, he was the king of lies, easily fed anyone with false words and his charm. Now he’s at the loss of words. “I had sex with one of her customers and she got mad.”

“Oh,” nodding Bobby steps away from Dean. “I guess taking you in, helping you back on your feet, and offering her guest room to you wasn’t enough, huh? You had to go and fool around with random girls right in front of her.”

“We are not in a relationship! I barely know her! She’s not my type anyway,” Dean lies again, this time to himself. “She’s too cocky, and feisty and always snaps at me. Her snark is the worst, and she has a bad taste in food.”

“Hmm…maybe you should pack your shit and leave town in that case, boy,” Bobby is in Dean’s face. He pants heavily, ready to rip the man in front of him apart. “If my kiddo is not good enough for your fine taste, get lost and never look back. A pity she offered her help when everyone else didn’t give a shit on you. Not even your own brother!”

“Sammy can’t help me! Father would—” Dean bites back, spitting while talking. “You don’t know my father!”

“Like father, like son,” the elder man retorts. “If he’s like you, he’s a selfish, spoiled, and arrogant brat who needs a strong hand. He should get his ass whipped once in a while, just like you.”

“What? I,” Bobby pushes against Dean’s shoulders as the younger man starts laughing. “I think no one before said someone should whip John Winchester’s ass. That’s a good one. Do you give me the honor and do it yourself?”

“Your father is a bastard,” it’s hard to not see the hurting in Dean’s eyes, but Bobby cannot be kind to someone hurting you. “That’s no excuse for being the same. Try to walk in Y/N’s shoes. She let you into her house, offered you a job, gave you the Impala for free and you shit where you eat.”

“Shit where I eat? That’s another good one. Old man, you should write a book or something,” this time Bobby chuckles as Dean sits on Baby’s hood. He sighs while running his fingertips through his hair. “I was rich, Bobby. So damn rich I could’ve hired someone to wipe my ass clean.”

“I don’t want to know about the things you do in the bathroom, boy,” scrunching up his nose Bobby looks at Dean. “I mean it! No talking about things like that in front of me.”

“My grandfather gave the business to my father, and all of his money. I was the next in line, waiting to take over our empire. But then, my father wanted me to marry the girl my brother loves. Out of spite, you know. Sammy was in love and wanted to run away with Ruby.”

“Your father is a goddamn bastard and I’d like to shove my foot up to his ass,” both men chuckle at that. “Boy, if you at least respect Y/N, don’t let her see or hear what you do with other women, especially the spoiled and rich ones. Like the one asking about you this morning.”

Dean nods. “I tried to talk my father out of this arranged marriage shit. Ruby’s father is like mine. Hard. Cold. Calculated. He wanted the same as John Winchester. A bond formed with money, power, and a deal, not love. I had hoped they would realize a bond formed with love, the love between Sammy and Ruby would be enough.”

“I assume it didn’t go well.”

“No. My father gave me choice. Marry Ruby and break Sam’s and her heart, or lose all of my money, the promised position, and everything I ever owned. I had hoped he was just messing with me,” sighing deeply Dean looks at his hands. “He sold everything, Bobby. My Led Zeppelin vinyl, my car, my apartment. Even the memories from my childhood.”

“As I said, a cold-hearted bastard,” patting Dean’s shoulder Bobby tries to not forget Dean hurt you too. 

“So…what’s wrong with Y/N lately? Has this something to do with the picture of her ex I found in the dumpster or the fact that she never talks about him? What did he do?”

“You should talk to Y/N. Her breakup hit her hard and I guess she took your affair with her customer to her heart because of that son of a bitch,” Bobby mumbles. “Not my place to tell you what happened.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean nods. “I like it. Maybe you’re not only an old geezer, Bobby Singer. I guess you’ll get your coffee without spit in it from now on.”

“What?” Dean runs off laughing before Bobby can hit him with the wrench. “Stop! I will get you and kill you boy.” Bobby pants as he can’t keep up with Dean. “BALLS!”

“What can I get you tonight, mon cher,” Benny asks, wiping the counter. “You look like you need something strong.”

“I just—” you huff. “Do you think uptown people don’t like downtown people? I work hard for my money but never will be a rich girl.” You groan, pressing your forehead to the counter. “It’s stupid. Just forget about it.”

“Who hurt you?” the bartender gently pats your head. “Come on, you can tell me everything. I’m your bartender.”

“You’re not a priest,” you chuckle. “I just…you know. I had the feeling Dean could become my work husband or shit. We just clicked, even though he’s still a prissy boy and a prick.”

“You like that uptown guy? I’m hurt, Y/N. Why can’t you fall for me instead?” he flashes you a smile, chuckling as you roll your eyes. “Just saying, the bartender is always a good choice.”

“Dude, no! You go home with a girl every night. I don’t want to get involved with your pest-infected dick. No offense, but you’re a little slut, Lafitte.”

“Hey, no slut-shaming at my bar, young lady,” you sit back up to pat Benny’s hand. “Aw, I knew you’ll go home with me tonight.”

“In your dreams,” Benny flashes you a smile. He always flirts with you but doesn’t take it too far. “Now give me a drink. Dealer’s choice tonight.”

“How about a screaming orgasm and I’ll make you a drink too,” again, you roll your eyes. “Too much?” the bartender asks as a man sits on the only empty barstool next to you. 

“A little bit,” the man gruffly replies, reminding you a little of the man occupying your guest room. “How about I buy the lady a drink?” 

He flashes you a smirk, eyes drifting toward your lips before he drops them to your chest.

“I can pay for my drinks,” you turn your attention back toward Benny, hoping the guy gets the message. He reminds you a little too much of a certain uptown guy and you don’t want to get into a fight. “Save your money for an easier target.”

“Hard to get, huh? I like me a challenge,” you groan at his words. “Why don’t you give me your name and we can talk before I buy you a drink?”

“Lamest pick-up line ever, dude,” he chuckles but places his hand next to yours to brush his pinkie over your skin. 

“Careful,” Benny warns. “She doesn’t look like it, but the girl can cut off your balls in the blink of an eye. Leave her be. My favorite guest doesn’t want your drink. She drinks for free tonight.”

“What are you doing here?” Dean storms into the bar, panting heavily. He just caught you talkt to a new face in town and now, he’s furious. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What’s your problem, Dean?” you frown as he seems to be downright pissed. “Whoa.” He squares his shoulders and narrows his eyes. You don’t know what has gotten into Dean, but he looks like he’s about to rip your head off. “Dean?”

“I asked you a question,” suddenly Dean gets in between you and the guy you talked to. He sizes the man up, as the other guy only smirks. “What do you want, father?”

Okay, you didn’t expect that to happen. The man flirting shamelessly with you is none other than John Winchester, the man ruining Dean’s life. “Wait! That’s your father?”

“That he is—” Dean pushes against his father’s shoulders, standing up for himself for the first time. “The man believing, he can ruin all of our lives for money and power.”

“Son, you should calm down,” John looks at you, smirking. “I see you found a nice distraction. No wonder you didn’t come crawling back so soon. I would’ve stayed with her too.” 

“Get the fuck out of town. Let me at least live in peace after you took everything away from me,” you watch the scene in front of you unfold, wondering if John knew who you are. “I don’t need you or your money anymore.”

“Really?” the elder man scoffs as Dean looks at you stiffly standing next to him. “A good pussy is not enough to keep you warm for—” your fist hits John’s face out of nowhere. The man is much taller than you, but he stumbles backward, nonetheless. 

“If you open your mouth one more time, I’ll get my baseball bat and give your face a new form,” John’s smirk is long gone, replaced by a scowl. “Red suits your ugly face.”

“Y/N,” Dean gapes at you. He believed you are all bark and no bite. Now he knows better, “I was looking for you and…”

“I wanted to have a drink at Benny’s bar and relax after work, you know,” you chuckle now. “Maybe hit an asshole’s face or not. The usual.”

“Nice move,” spitting blood onto the floor John chuckles. “Do you have the slightest idea what I could do with you now, little girl?” He reaches out for your face, but Dean slaps his father’s hand away, standing in front of you. “Your little business. Gone. Your house. Gone. Your little meaningless life will be a living hell if I only snap my fingers.”

John snaps his fingers, making you even angrier. He watches you take a step toward him, smirking again.

“Try me, idjit. If you want to ruin my business, good luck. I paid all my debts,” you shrug as Dean watches you dismantle his father. “My house is old, a wreck even but it’s mine. If you want to take all the shit I own, do it. I’m not going to cower in front of a man abandoning his own flesh and blood.”

“Y/N, sweetheart,” Dean places his hand onto your arm to hold you back. “You shouldn’t waste your breath. Let’s just go.”

“I’m not done here, son,” John stares down at you, an amused smirk on his lips. “You’ve got a thing for my son, huh?” he teases. “How about we make this little game a bit more interesting.”

“I can get my shotgun and count to ten,” Benny chuckles at your words, loving you don’t back down. “Does that make things interesting enough to you?”

“I like her spirit, son,” he focuses on Dean now, smirk fading away. John Winchester shows his true color as he speaks to his son. “How about this, Dean. You come back, stop sulking, and fulfill your duty. Sam knows now that marrying out of love won’t happen to a Winchester. Come back, marry Ruby and you can divorce her after let’s say���three years. You get back your money, position, and everything I took away from you.”

“Dude, your son is not a stallion you can sell to the highest bidder. Stop treating him like a piece of meat, he deserves better,” Dean feels his heart flutter as you stand up for him. His father on the other hand slowly loses his patience. “Get out of this town before you find my boot up to your ass.”

“Careful now,” John’s features darken as he takes one step toward you, “I liked fooling around with you, now the fun is over. If you get in my way, you won’t like what happens to you and your little life.”

“ENOUGH!” you jump a little as Dean throws a punch at his father. He grunts, slamming his fists over and over again into his father’s face. “I’m not an old dog you can kick out and bring back home as the new dog peed onto your carpet. You are my father; I am your son. You should’ve been there for me and Sammy, not use us for yet another deal. I won’t play your games any longer.”

Dean grasps for your hand, guides you out of the bar, cursing his father under his breath. You follow him blindly, still too pumped up from your encounter with John Winchester.

“Fuck, what was that?”

“What did he say, Sir?” Sam stands next to his father, watching you and Dean enter your house. “Sir?”

“He said no,” John presses a tissue to his bleeding nose, “for now. We will see what happens when it comes to backing down or breaking free. He will return soon enough…I just know it.”

“If you say so…”

>> Part 5

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[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]

Outdoor Fun

Dom!Dean Winchster x Fem!Reader

T/W: MATURE. PwP. It's all Smut. Primal Dom!Dean and him giving you degradation kink! Oral sex and vaginal sex. Sex on the hood of Baby.

Requested by: Anon! "Could I request a Dean x Fem!Reader, in which the reader has a degradation kink? If that’s alright with you, ofc!"

Word Count: 1, 254

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This is the first writing I have done of degradation kink, so I hope it meets your standards.

It was just you and Dean today, riding around in Baby and enjoying the beautiful weather. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the bench seating in the car allowed you to scoot in close to Dean as he drove. His arm rested against the back of the seat. His hand dangled over your shoulder as he plays with your hair a moment. His mind was racing with thoughts of you being outside and naked, vulnerable, and utterly in your place.

A smirk slowly crept across his face as he reached up and took a handful of your hair. You squeak slightly in surprise as you try and turn your head, but his grip tightens on your hair. "I have an idea. I wanna stop and do something." He says, keeping his eyes on the road and his hand in your hair a moment.

Your brow arches as you try and think about what could possibly be running through his head. Dean could stop smirking. This was going to be perfect, and he couldn't wait. He lets go of your hair a moment and moves his hand to your upper, inner thigh and squeezes slightly.

A few more minutes of a drive, and you found yourself going down an empty dirt backroad, mostly shrouded in trees. Dean finds a small place to pull off to the side of the road, a little dirt patch meant for people looking to pull off to use a trail or make a pit stop. He stops Baby and shuts off the ignition before looking over at you.

"Strip down."

"What, Sir?" You look at him bewildered.

"You heard me, get naked, and meet me outside the car. Do as you are told and don't keep me waiting. I don't have the willpower to wait right now."

He smiles devilishly, licking at his lip, and looked at you a moment longer before getting out of the car and stretching his legs. His pants, they already felt tight at the thought of all of this. The idea of having you in your place, outside, on his car was enough to get him hard as it was. He wasn't going to waste this primal need that he had.

You do as you are told, stripping down your clothes and leaving them in the front seat. You felt your heart racing in your chest, and yet, you were oddly excited. You loved the idea of Dean not being able to control himself, but it had never happened while driving around before. You get out of the car and meet him around the other side. All he can do is look at you and lick at his lip, biting down on it.

His hand quickly went to your jaw, gripping it tightly. He has a hungry look in his eyes, one that means business. He leans in and kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue in your mouth. You play with it a moment, which causes your breathing to pick up, and it doesn't go unnoticed. He hasn't even started speaking yet, and you were already wet because of a simple rough kiss.

Dean smiles as he pulls away, his hand slipping to your throat as he uses it to guide you down onto your knees. "Your gonna suck my cock, baby. And you are going to do it right here." He says as he starts to free his erect self from his pants.

"Yes Sir." You state as you open your mouth, ready for him too. He smiles, having felt that he has trained you well. Dean takes his cock, stroking it a moment before he places a hand on your head and slips himself between your lips. You take him, applying pressure and sucking slightly. Your head moves with his guiding hand and forces himself to the back of your throat. He moans loudly.

"Do you like being my fuck-toy baby?"

He looks down on you as he asks, a smirk on his face. For a moment, you look up, making eye contact with him and nodding as you moan against his cock. The sight of your eyes peering up causes his cock to twitch in your mouth.

"You are such a needy little whore, Buttercup."

He chuckles and groans as he again pushes himself to the back of your throat. Moan for him again, loving when he called you out on how you really were. You were a whore, but you were his whore.

"My dirty tramp, your mine. All mine."

He growls as his hand grips at your hair, and he begins to pump himself into your face harder and faster.

"Fuck baby. That little mouth feels so good."

Your hands move to his thighs to brace yourself. You gag slightly, and he chuckles, but you are quick to regain yourself. Remembering to breathe through your nose and not your mouth. His cock starts to twitch more. He begins to feel the pressure building. And he realizes that your dirty little mouth was going to bring him closer to a quick finish. He is quick to pull himself out of your mouth and lift you up off the ground. He spins you around and bends you over the hood of Baby, and slips himself between your lower lips.

Dean groans loudly, which turns into a moan as he feels how wet you are. His hands are quick to move to your hips as he starts to pump into you. hard and fast. His cock hitting the sweet spot that makes your body shiver.

"Oh fuuuck." He moans. "My desprate little slut, you are so wet."

"Mmhmm, I needed to feel your cock, Sir."

"I can tell. Are you my cocklover, baby?" He coos at you as he slams into your, holding off his climax just to keep feeling you get wetter and tighter around him.

"Yes, Sir."

"You like this don't you? Needy whore. You want me to keep going? Say it baby."

"I need you to keep going, Sir. Please. Please!" You beg him.

"Are you my cocklover baby. Tell me you love my cock." He demands.

"I'm your cocklover. I love you cock." You say to him.

"Fuck. Yes." He groans as he starts to tremble, unable to hold his finish. "Cum for me slut. Cum all all over Sir. Be a g--good girl." He starts to say, almost begging you.

His fingers grip your hips as he presses himself into you, letting himself go and filling you to the brim. You feel the heavy twitch of his cock, and the sounds of his groans were enough to set you off to your own finish. Your body heavily shivers against the cold metal of Baby, and you press your hips back as much as you can, forcing himself inside you as far as he could go.

You both stop for a moment to catch your breath, and you let out a small giggle. Dean couldn't help but chuckle. He gently pulls himself out of you and puts himself away as you stand up and turn around. Dean smiles at the site of your skin, a little flushed red and tiny beads of sweat dripping down you. He slips an arm around your waist, and a hand comes up to cup the side of your face. He pulls you in for a small, soft kiss. And as he pulls away, his lips linger for a moment.

"You are my little whore baby, and don't you ever forget that."

[flamencodiva]

My Cam Girl

Description: Dean misses Y/N. But a quick skype call makes him want more.

Pairing: Dean WInchster x Female!Reader

Word Count: 783

Warnings: Language, Smut, Skype sexting, Camgirl (video masturbation).

Beta: @wonder-cole

A/N: This was written for @deanwanddamons 1K challenge. My Prompt was "Every time I think of you I touch myself." I am so sorry this is super at! it took me a bit to get it going and done.

A/N2: This is also a sequel to Make Her Mine

Main Masterlist

Another hunt, another city, and here he was missing Y/N. The last time they were together was three weeks ago and damn it, if his cock wasn’t aching to be in her warm cunt again. But here he was on a damn ghoul hunt with Sam. And she was off halfway across the country on some wolf hunt with her best friend. Fuck if he didn’t want to turn the car around and head her way.

“You okay there, Dean?” Sam’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Fine,” Dean coughed as he adjusted himself in his seat.

“You’re thinking about Y/N,” Sam pointed out. “You miss her.”

“I-- I do not!” Dean scoffed. “I mean, yeah, I miss her, but you know we’re professionals. She has a hunt, and I have a hunt and--”

“And you’ve been adjusting your pants for the past--” Sam paused to check his watch, “thirty minutes.”

“Have not!” Dean argued. “Shut up, Sam,” Dean pulled up to the nearest motel room.

Setting up in the motel room was not too bad, but Dean had to relieve the pressure he felt. It has been days since he fucked her and his cock missed her sweet cunt. He needed to find a way to get rid of Sam. But what could he--

“I’m going to head to the library and look up stuff. It might take a while,” Sam said as he looked at Dean.

This was his lucky day!

Dean nodded as he kept his face solemn, “yeah, that’s good. I’ll just stay here and see what I can find from the locals.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam rolled his eyes, knowing that Dean wasn’t going to go talk to the locals.

Once Sam left the motel room, Dean grabbed his phone and Sam’s laptop. Although thinking about it, it was a sure thing that Sam knew, and he made his way to his bed, stripping down to his boxers after placing the laptop on it. He knelt to check the angle of the camera before grabbing his phone and calling her.

“Hello?” she answered—her voice sending a shiver down her spine.

“Would have thought you would have checked the caller ID before answering, Sweetheart,” Dean joked, licking his lips. “Where are you right now?”

“I just finished ganking a very nice and vengeful spirit. I was about to head into the shower when you called,” he could hear the playful tone in her voice, “I’m a bit dirty.”

“Always knew you were a dirty girl, Y/N/N,” he chuckled, palming his hardening cock through his boxers. “I have my laptop. Figured we could try something different.”

Y/N let out a chuckle. Dean moaned when he heard it. Her laughs always seemed to hit him right in his heart, making it flutter with a need for her.

“So, what is it you want to talk about?” Y/N asked.

“Was thinking about you,” Dean said with a smile. “Wonder if you wanted to switch over to a video call?”

“Video call? You going to give me a show?” Y/N asked with a chuckle.

“I’ll give you a show if you give me one too,” Dean said.

Y/N let out a soft sigh before Dean heard her grabbing something in the background, “We using Skype?”

“Yeah, I can invite you to join me,” Dean said as his fingers moved across the keyboard at lightning speed.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to log in, but Dean couldn’t help and stare at how she presented herself on camera when she did. It started with sweet words and teasing moments, Dean asking if Y/N wished he was there, asking her questions about what they would do. Dean watched as she spreader legs, giving him a view of the part he loved to devour. Even though she still had on her panties, he could see them become wet with arousal. He commanded and guided her as they continued their display.

Dean marveled at the way her fingers dove deep into her cunt, pumped himself harder when she grabbed at her breasts, hips lifting off the mattress.

“Every time,” Dean said with a smile at her question, “Every time I think of you, I touch myself.”

“Where you heading to next?” she asked with a smile on her face, body glistening with sweat.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean said as he let out a groan, his cock twitching in his hand. “When we meet up again, I don’t think I’ll let you out of my sight ever again.” He moaned loudly, imagining her tongue licking him sensually, “then again, I like you being my own personal cam girl from time to time.”