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Dean Winchester- A Promise
Pairing: Dean Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader
Pov: Dean Winchester
Warnings: Fluff, Angst-ish, Yelling, Cursing, 18+
Summary: When Mary Winchester ruins her relationship with both Dean and Sam. Y/n only wants to help, so she sets something special up for Dean.
A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request from anon.
WC- 1.0k
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Listening to my mother come up with some bullshit excuse was more than I needed in my life at this point. She claims she's not blind to the way the Brits work, but I think that's bullshit. We both think it's bullshit.
Sam had been taken and tortured by these guys, and all the other bullshit they had dragged us into. She was less than understanding of the fake people she was working with. Sam is more than disappointed; he never grew up with Mom. I did, but it's not like four years can make a real change. Mary wasn't the same person I knew so long ago.
"When did you start working for them?" Sam asks he looks so sad, but I can't throw my own anger to support him right now. We had been around a lot of liars, we are liars ourselves. "Since the lake house, it was their case." I stand there dumbfounded that we were somehow having this conversation standing in the bunker.
"You kept that from us." I relive the whole moment, Cass had almost died. Her words just started to mold together. her bullshit lies. A hunter had died, and all for what a better way of doing things. I could never believe that my mother was that type of person. The person who puts herself before others.
"Our whole lives you've been gone. You said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space, so we gave you your space. No, you needed space from us." She stares at me and my younger brother, and I can feel another set of eyes on me. Y/n, a girl we found over eight years ago. She was a young adult, but to me, she was my daughter a daughter that I don't think I'd ever want to walk away from especially not how my mother just did.
"I'm your mother, but I am not just a mom, and you are not a child" My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear the words hit my ears. Not a child, I never got the chance. "I was never a child, so between us and them." Mary desperately tries to back the situation out of the corner it's been driving itself into. "It's not like that Dean." I swallow the words that want to come up, and look over at Sam, "Yeah it is Mary, and you made your choice so there's the door."
I at this point end up just walking away, my heart is broken and the tears burning at the edges of my eyes are hurting more than the anger I'm pushing further down in my chest. My daughter watches as I brush past her and into my room. Slamming the door, that's when the true and real emotion comes falling out of me. The tears fall and the way I just can't catch my breath.
I had just gotten her back, Sam had just started learning about his mother from his mother. All for Mary to go and fuck it all up because she wasn't honest because she lied to both of us. It's hours before I leave my room.
A knock on my door is what had me dragging my ass out of my room. the tears had stopped only a few hours ago, and the only thing that sat in my chest was the burning, boiling anger. I open the door, and there's my daughter Y/n standing with hopeful and sad eyes. "Dean, do you want to maybe come and watch a few movies with me?" She asks her voice cherry and trying.
As much as I would have loved to go out and watch a few western movies with her I just couldn't bare the thought of yelling or screaming at her all because of Mary. Or even worse bumping into her because she hasn't left yet. When I had haven't answered Y/n continued, "I even invited Sam, he's waiting for us." She tires, "Honey, I'm really not in the mood right now, soâŚ" She nods like my anger is something she's used to having to work around.
It burns me, but she smiles, leans in, and kisses my cheek, "That's alright, Dad, you know where we are." With that Y/n is walking away and I shut the door. The way my heart burns in my chest. My daughter and younger brother were trying to get over the yelling and how Mary had burned everyone here in the bunker.
I stare at the shut door, and then at the picture of Mary and I when I was young. I pull out a book, a diary of sorts. I write down everything that happened. All the emotions I wanted to push deep down, all the things that went wrong, and all the things that could have gone right.
My wrist hurts when I smell popcorn being popped in the kitchen. The laughter that's filling the cold and silent bunker. I close the diary and poke my head out of my bedroom door. The laughter grows and it's a mixture of Sams and Y/ns. I can't help but be drawn in by it. I poke my head into my man cave. The lights are all off, the only light coming from the TV. An old western is playing on the screen, and all my favorite treats are on the table in front of the old couch. "Dean?" I hear Sam question, looking away from the TV, "Yeah, it's me." Y/n's eyes light up and she turns a massive smile on her face, she pats the open spot between her and Sam.
"Come sit here and we can restart the movie." She says with cheer in her voice. I can't help but smile in return, "alright" I move quickly, Sam and Y/n are smiling widely up at me. "What made you come out?" Sam whispered, I dig my hand into the bowl of popcorn, "The food Sammy boy." He rolls his eyes, while Y/n curls up into my side. "It will be okay Dad, I promise," Y/n mutters as the movie restarts. I lean down and kiss her forehead, "I hope so honey."
Completed on: 05/08/2023
Posted on: 05/08/2023
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summary: dean gets targeted by a witch while working a case, and she curses him to yearn for what he secretly loves the most. it seems to have no effect, until it's pointed out that he can't seem to stay away from you - but what happens when he tries to fight it?
pairing: dean winchester x female reader
word count: 9.4k+
warnings: violence, hunting/working a case, mentions of murders, gore, evil witches, reader and dean get attacked, swearing, alcohol consumption, angst, fluff, yearning, mutual pining, idiots oblivious to their own feelings, magical curses, hallucinations, nightmares, depictions of death, depictions of drowning, fighting/arguments, heart-to-heart, confessions, use of [y/n], nicknames, mature themes
âRight, well, this isnât creepy at all,â Dean declared, rolling Baby to a stop before switching into park.Â
You both sat quietly as you surveyed the desolate building, a feeling of unease washing over you.Â
âMaybe we should wait for Sam,â you suggested half heartedly. He was only down at the Sheriffâs station, and it wouldnât even take ten minutes for him to meet you here, but you knew Dean wouldnât wait.Â
âNo,â he said, confirming what you already knew. âSomeone else is missing and this is our best lead so far. If you donât want to go in, that's fine, but I am.âÂ
âIâm not letting you go in there alone,â you snapped, sitting up as tall as you could despite the pit forming in your stomach.Â
âAwe, you worried about me, sweetheart?â Dean teased, turning to look at you with a grin; one that was effectively wiped from his face when he saw the look in your eyes. âHey, what is it?âÂ
âI donât know,â you said honestly, shrugging lightly. âI just have a bad feeling about this.âÂ
âBad feeling like what?â he questioned, his brows knitting together.Â
You thought about it, trying to pinpoint what it was you felt, but you couldnât. âJustâŚ. donât go wandering off,â you ended up saying- begging, more like.Â
âAlright,â he agreed easily. âWe stick together, and weâll be in and out before you know it.âÂ
âRight,â you confirmed with a nod. âLetâs gear up.âÂ
You exited the car as quietly as you could, making your way around to the back as Dean unlocked the trunk and propped up the panel to the arsenal.
âYou and Sam better be right about this,â he muttered, digging out the box of witch-killing bullets.Â
Your mind raced through the details of the case: An exsanguinated priest, a dead nun with her tongue ripped out, the president of the high schools abstinence club found without a heart, and various livestock missing various body parts - if this wasnât a witch, you were a little scared to find out what else it could be.Â
âWe have to be,â you breathed out, loading your ammo.Â
âCan you do me a favour and sound at least a little confident?â he asked playfully, lightly nudging your arm with his own before tucking his gun into his jeans.Â
âSorry,â you said sheepishly, holstering your own gun.Â
âItâs alright,â he said earnestly, handing you your favourite knife (one that used to be his before you claimed it as your own). âIâm just not used to seeing you so spooked.âÂ
You couldnât help but chuckle quietly as you took the knife from him. âIâm not used to feeling spooked.âÂ
âWeâll make it through,â he consoled, closing up the trunk. âJust like we always do.âÂ
âJust like we always do,â you echoed with a nod, following him towards the building.Â
The overgrowth brushed your calves as you made your way up the walk, and after a quick survey of the facade, Dean swung the door open after picking the lock.Â
âWait!â you hissed, stopping him before he entered. âSam does know weâre here, right?âÂ
You watched as his shoulders shrugged before stepping inside. âProbably.âÂ
âThatâs⌠comforting,â you sighed, following him across the threshold.Â
The two of you did a quick preliminary sweep of the main level before making your way to the top floor, finding nothing of significance in any of the rooms. Making your way back down, you both stopped dead in your tracks as you heard a clatter come from beneath you.Â
âOf course thereâs a basement,â Dean whispered. âWhy wouldnât the creepy ass witch be in the creepy ass basement of this creepy ass house?âÂ
âHow do you know sheâs a creepy ass witch?â you teased, raising an eyebrow at him. âMaybe sheâs hot. Or a guy. Or both.âÂ
He faltered over his response, considering your words for a moment. âIâll bet whatever tab you drink up at the bar once we end up ganking this bitch. Sheâs creepy.âÂ
âDeal,â you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows at him.Â
You both chuckled, before another noise from the basement drew your attention back to the case at hand. Dean awkwardly cleared his throat before leading the way in search of the basement entrance, using the occasional noise as guidance.Â
âGod, I hate witches,â he muttered to himself, slapping away cobwebs as he descended the stairs.Â
âI donât think the witch put those webs there,â you said with a snicker.Â
âNo, theyâre just the one turning this rotting corpse of a house into a lair of evil and despair,â he hissed.Â
You rolled your eyes in response, unable to stop the fond smile from creeping onto your face as you made it to the bottom of the stairs.Â
A muffled cry caught your attention, and Dean spared you a quick look before running in the direction it came from, you hot on his heels. Coming up on a corner, he slowed to a halt and peered around the wall.Â
âIt looks clear,â he decided after a moment. âJust be careful,â he added, continuing on his way.Â
Upon turning the corner, you were enveloped in the warm glow of candles, which would have been nice, had it not been for the rest of the scene. An altar lay at the far wall, burning candelabras stood in each corner of the room, and the very person you were searching for was bound and gagged in a chair in the middle of the room, surrounded by a circle of candles.Â
Dean cursed and muttered under his breath, surveying the room. âIâll get him, you get the altar.â
âOkay,â you agreed, running across the room. Once you reached the altar, you couldnât help but stare in shock and disgust for a moment as you took in the sight; all the missing body parts seemingly staring back at you from where they lay soaked in blood. It took Dean shouting your name from across the room to bring you back to your senses, and you quickly upturned the altar as Dean instructed the now freed man to get out as fast as possible and wait by the car. As soon as the contents of the altar were scattered, an ear piercing shriek came from behind you.Â
Quickly whirling on your heels, you were greeted by a cloaked figure, who seemingly came out of nowhere.Â
âWhat have you done?â she screamed, dropping her hood as she stared daggers into you.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you feigned innocence. âDid I ruin your big plan?â
âYou ruined everything!â she shrieked, slowly approaching you. âYouâll pay for this!âÂ
âYeah, I donât think so,â Dean called out from behind her.Â
âDo you have any idea how long Iâve waited for this?! How many centuries passed by until the circumstances were right? I had it! I had it all! I was one spell away from seeing my love again!â she continued to scream, advancing further towards you as she ignored Dean.
âBack off, Grunhilda!â Dean roared from behind her, drawing his gun.Â
âNo!â she shrieked, barely lifting her hand in order to easily swing his gun away - and stop you from drawing your own. âYou stupid little gnat. You think you can just come in here and mess with things you donât understand? You think you can take this from me?!âÂ
Her shouting was drowned out by the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears, your entire body feeling like it was on fire as your throat constricted, the air leaving your lungs and not returning. You felt your bones cracking beneath your skin as your feet left the floor, and you shared a look of terror with Dean before black began to cloud the edges of your vision.Â
Without an effective weapon handy, Dean rushed the witch and tackled her to the floor, sending you crashing down. You met the concrete with a thud, and it knocked the rest of your senses out of you. You laid there for who knows how long, fighting off the waves of pain and nausea, willing yourself to move as you listened to the struggle happening a few feet away from you.Â
By the time you managed to prop yourself up, Dean was pinned down as she advanced on him, and you desperately looked around for either of your guns.Â
âDo you have any idea what itâs like?â you heard her ask, menace laced deep in her words. âTo want something so desperately, to feel that desire within your very soul?!âÂ
Dean struggled against her hold as you struggled to pick yourself up, to at least crawl to a weapon if you had to.
âWell you will,â she sneered, cackling to herself. âYouâll know how it feels. To have what you want the very most to be so close to you, to have it at the edge of your fingertips, only to never be able to grasp it! For it to be the only thing you can think about!â
âShut the hell up,â Dean seethed through clenched teeth, glaring at her.Â
She only stepped closer towards him, cackling to herself. âYour strongest yearning, hidden deep in your heart, will nevermore be yours to part. Be it with sun or with rain, that which brings joy wonât be without pain.âÂ
âYou finished yet?â Dean interrupted, before he had the wind knocked out of him, rendering him silent.Â
Moving as quickly as you could without being noticed, you closed in on Deanâs pistol while the witch carried on.Â
âWhatever you crave you cannot say, yet youâll seek it out be it night or day,â she continued, hovering over him. âConsider yourself lucky, you useless toad. Iâve had countless lifetimes yearning to see my love again, and Iâll spend lifetimes more. At least you only have this one measly little life to yearn for what you want.âÂ
Grasping the gun in your hands, you carefully rose to your feet and steadied yourself to take aim. âMan, you really do talk too much,â you huffed out.
The shot rang out just as she turned towards you, though it was silenced by a roaring wind that accompanied a bright blue light. Within seconds, everything was calm and quiet again.
Fighting every urge you had to collapse back onto the floor, you trudged your way over to Dean in an attempt to help him up.Â
âGod, I told you sheâd be creepy,â he gasped out, groaning as he stood.Â
âYou want a prize?â you asked incredulously, staring up at him.Â
âI wanna get the hell out of here,â he said, ushering you to take leave. âThen I want those drinks you owe me.âÂ
After what felt like another entire day, you and Dean had dropped the victim off at the hospital, patched each other up, cleaned out the basement, showered, and filled Sam in on everything that went down.Â
âSo⌠she cursed you?â Sam asked curiously, trying to understand.Â
âI dunno. She tried to, I guess,â Dean replied nonchalantly. âBut [Y/N/N] put a bullet in her. No witch, no curse, right?âÂ
Sam shared a brief look with you, before turning back to Dean. âYeah, but⌠there was no body.âÂ
âWhat?â Dean asked gruffly.Â
âThe witch,â you said. âI shot, but she vanished. What if she isnât dead?âÂ
âWell, I feel normal, so Iâm gonna say sheâs dead,â Dean declared with a shrug. âNow, can we head to the bar? Iâm in desperate need of a drink⌠or twelve.âÂ
Without waiting for an answer, he quickly stood and donned his jacket before looking back at you and Sam. âYou guys coming or what?âÂ
âOh, do I have a choice to not go?â you asked playfully.
âYou can stay if you want, but your wallet comes with me,â he replied, smiling innocently.Â
âAlright, letâs go,â you said with a dramatic sigh, grabbing your own jacket.Â
Not long after, the three of you were sliding into a booth in the nearest dive, enjoying the lack of people; you guys seriously needed to decompress.Â
âAlright, Iâll be back,â you declared, hopping out of the booth to get the first round of drinks.Â
âMake sure you get a tab started!â Dean jokingly called after you.Â
You flipped him off in response, taking a seat at the bar after placing your order. While you waited, Sam watched as Dean grew more restless in his seat.Â
âDude, what the hell is your problem?â he finally asked, eyeing Dean as he fidgeted anxiously.Â
âWhat?â Dean asked cluelessly, glancing around the bar. âIâm thirsty. Sheâs been gone for what, like, half an hour?âÂ
âItâs⌠barely been two minutes, Dean,â Sam informed him with an amused grin. Â
âYeah, well. I want my beer,â Dean mumbled, tapping his fingers on the table as he glanced around once more. âIâm gonna go see if she needs help.â
Before Sam could even reply, Dean was already halfway across the bar, meeting you just as you got your final drink.Â
âNeed a hand?â Dean asked cheerfully, his sudden appearance making you jump. âSorry,â he added with a snicker.Â
âDick,â you muttered with a laugh, hopping down from the stool. âHere you go,â you added, handing him his beer.
âAwesome,â he beamed, taking the bottle from your outstretched hand.Â
He followed closely as you made your way back to the table, handing Sam his drink before sliding into the booth; Dean followed suit, leaving you nestled in between him and the wall.Â
The three of you had a few more rounds before Dean slipped away, determined to teach a lesson to the arrogant ass harassing players around the pool tables - just because you didnât need to hustle people anymore didnât mean it wasnât still fun every now and then. You watched him fondly, laughing quietly to yourself as you watched him fumble around with his cue before making a terrible break. Harder than it looks, you could just hear him say.Â
Your attention was turned back to Sam when he cleared his throat, and you were met with his questioning gaze. âDoes he seem weird to you?âÂ
âWeird how?â you asked, face scrunched in confusion.Â
âI donât know, strange,â he replied with a small shrug. âLike- like antsy or something.âÂ
Your eyes flit back across the room to Dean, who was very much in his element as he upped his ante, before focusing on Sam again. âI havenât noticed anything, Sammy.âÂ
He sighed in resignation, seeming to already know that would be your response. âItâs probably nothing, just forget I said anything,â he replied, shaking his head dismissively before finishing his drink.Â
âIf you say so,â you muttered quietly, sipping your drink as you cast a worried gaze across the bar, getting lost in thought.
By the time you each finished another round of drinks, Dean made his way back over to the table; much to the surprise of you and Sam.Â
âDone so soon?â Sam questioned, raising an eyebrow at his brother.Â
âYeah,â Dean shrugged, sliding back into the seat beside you.
âBut you only played one round,â you said quizzically.Â
âSo?â Dean wondered, gulping down the rest of his beer.Â
âSo, you usually play a lot more than that,â Sam pitched in, shifting his gaze between you and Dean.Â
Dean sighed, his bottle clanging on the table as he set it back down. âWhy am I getting the third degree here? I played a game, he learned his lesson, I got over it. End of story.â
âOkay, grouchy,â you snickered, ruffling his hair a little just because you knew he hated it. Except he really did love it when it was you doing it.
âWhatever, anyone want another round?â he asked with a huff, lightly swatting your hand away.Â
âNo, Iâm gonna call it a night,â you admitted, shifting to slip your jacket back on.Â
âYeah, me too,â Sam declared, starting to stand from the table.Â
Dean stood as well, assumingly just to let you out. âAlright, letâs go.â
You and Sam both stilled in your movements at his response, sharing a shocked look with each other. âYouâre⌠coming with us?âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I?â he asked with a scoff, shrugging his jacket on as he looked questioningly between you and Sam. âSeriously, what the hell is wrong with you guys?â
âWe just didnât expect you to call it a night so early,â Sam explained helplessly. âGettinâ old, huh?â he added, trying to lighten the mood a little.Â
âYeah, I mean, you barely even wracked up a tab!â you declared with a laugh, before grinning mischievously. âDrinks just donât agree with you anymore, do they, old man?â
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, fixing his collar just to busy his hands. âOkay, alright, one more wisecrack and Iâm leaving you both here.âÂ
Despite the finality in his tone, the amusement dancing in his eyes gave him away - as did the hand he extended to you to help you slide from the booth.Â
âWhatever you say, grandpa,â Sam teased, patting Dean on the shoulder before walking away with laughter in his wake. âIâll be outside!â
You chuckled in response, and the stern look Dean gave you only made you laugh even more. âYeah, yeah. Hurry it up, chuckles,â he chided, wiggling his fingers at you. He surveyed the bar as you finally took hold of his hand, sliding out from your seat with ease and standing before him. âReady?â he asked, gaze turning back to look down at you.Â
âYeah, I just gotta go pay,â you replied, nodding your head in the direction of the bar counter.Â
âAlright,â he said with a nod. He gave your hand a squeeze, though instead of letting go like he normally would, he held it firmly as he led the way across the bar.Â
You followed along quietly, trying your hardest to not read too much into it. Though when you stood before the bar and he had yet to release your hand, you gave him a puzzled look. âDid you wanna go get the car?â you asked hesitantly.Â
He looked confused for a moment, as if he wasnât entirely sure what was going on either, before he cleared his throat with a curt nod. âYeah. Yeah, Iâll meet you out there. Donât take too long,â he rushed, giving your hand another fleeting squeeze before shuffling away.Â
Strange, you thought briefly, before shifting your attention to the bartender before you.Â
As you paid the tab, Dean settled into the driver's seat of Baby, and Sam watched him impatiently drum his fingers against the wheel as he hummed along to whatever song was in his head; and he couldnât help but snort a laugh as Dean checked his watch one, two, three times since getting into the car.Â
âYouâre ridiculous,â Sam chided with a laugh, shaking his head.Â
âWhat?â Dean inquired, annoyance clear in his voice.Â
âDude, please tell me you see whatâs going on,â Sam pleaded.Â
Dean widened his eyes in confusion, glancing around the near empty parking lot before looking back at his brother. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
Before Sam could reply, their attention was caught by the opening of the barâs door when you emerged from the building, a grin forming on your face as you caught sight of them waiting in the car.Â
Dean matched your grin, quickly reaching for the door handle and scrambling outside. âThere she is!â he greeted happily, opening the back door for you.Â
âFucking idiot,â Sam muttered to himself, staring out the window with an amused grin as you and Dean settled into your seats.Â
The three of you made it back in no time, and, having to settle for a single bed when first getting to town over driving for another who-knows-how-long just to find another motel, shuffled out of the car and into your shared room with heavy feet.
âFinally,â Dean muttered with relief, shutting the door behind him as Sam took a seat. âWhoa, whoa,â Dean barked, holding up a hand. âWhatâre you doing?âÂ
Sam froze just as he sat on the bed, staring up at his brother. âWhat?âÂ
âThatâs my bed,â Dean declared with a huff.Â
âNo, itâs not,â Sam answered with a scoff. âItâs your turn for the couch.âÂ
âDude, Iâm not sleeping on the pull-out!â Dean declared with finality.
âWhat, are you kidding me?â Sam asked incredulously. âYou got the bed last time!âÂ
âYeah, and I just got ragdolled by a crazy ass witch, I deserve a mattress!â Dean argued, stepping towards the bed. âGet up.âÂ
âNo,â Sam argued stubbornly, relaxing further atop the sheets.Â
âYou guys are ridiculous,â you said with an exasperated sigh, walking across the room. âIâll take the couch.âÂ
âNot a chance,â Dean denied, not even sparing you a glance.Â
âWhat, why?â you asked in confusion.Â
âFirst of all, Iâm not sharing with Sam,â Dean replied, turning to look at you. âSecond, you got it worse than I did. Iâm not shoving you on a pull-out.âÂ
âOh, please-â you started to argue, before he cut you off.Â
âI patched you up myself, [Y/N]. Donât bother trying to lie to me,â he cautioned.Â
You opened your mouth to argue once more, but the look on his face stopped you short. âWhatever,â you mumbled, turning towards the bathroom. âIâm getting ready for bed. Figure this out before I get back so I can actually go to bed, please.âÂ
The bickering resumed as you quickly retreated, shutting the bathroom door on Deanâs disgruntled declaration of âbest two out of three.â
By the time you re-entered the room, you were met with silence. Surveying the surroundings, you found Sam digging through his toiletries bag while sitting in his original spot on the bed. Your gaze snapped over to the couch, where Dean sat looking like a kicked puppy.Â
âYou went with scissors again, didnât you?â you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
He met your gaze as Sam snickered behind you, causing his face to sour even more. âShut up,â he mumbled before standing, bristling past you with slumped shoulders.Â
You chuckled quietly to yourself and grabbed the spare sheets, quickly making up the pull-out for Dean while he got ready; hopefully heâd be a little less cranky about it all if this was at least already done.Â
Once finished, you made your way over to the bed and curled up under the covers. After saying a quick goodnight to Sam, you were asleep before Dean even left the bathroom.Â
Fear gnawed at Dean, his body frozen in place as a cold spread through him, panic clinging to him like ice. He tried to call out to you, but all that left him was a strangled breath as his lungs seized up. He watched as the waves carried you away, further and further from where he stood. By the time his legs finally moved to carry him closer to shore, his feet were so heavy it was as though he was wading through quicksand.Â
âNo, no, no,â he pleaded quietly, watching as the waters edge never grew near no matter how far he ran.Â
Your voice cried out to him, surging him forward even faster as you drifted ever outwards, terror seeping deeper into his bones with every futile step he took.
He couldnât reach you.Â
He couldnât save you.Â
The realisation that you were gone caused his world to come crashing down around him as he fell to his knees. A roaring filled his ears, and he didnât know whether it was the irascible water that held you captive or the blood racing from his pounding heart.Â
As he stayed there - watching the crashing waves for any sign of you, listening for a call of his name, unwilling to move for fear heâd miss you - the water suddenly crept up around him, as if to mock him.Â
The sky darkened as he let out an anguished cry, his voice blending in with the storm beginning to brew around him. Yet despite the deafening howls, he heard it clear as day: your voice, calling out to him. Â
âDean.â
The world stilled around him once more, your voice ringing out in a whisper as gentle as the wind.Â
âDean.âÂ
He stood, frantically searching the horizon for you. He tried to call out, yet his voice still never came.Â
âDean!â you called out, voice booming like thunder from above.Â
A small hand gripped his own, pulling him so forcefully he was yanked off his feet. He let out a startled cry, a spark of lightning igniting so brightly before him that he screwed his eyes shut.Â
âGod dammit, Dean!âÂ
Another force shook him, and when we reopened his eyes, he was met with the suspiciously stained ceiling of the motel room. He bolted upright, heart hammering against his chest as he looked around. He caught your worried gaze as he wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to steady his breathing as you leaned in closer.Â
â[Y/N?]â he gasped out, pushing himself further upright.
His hand reached out automatically, fingers tentatively brushing against your cheek as if to evaluate your solidity. When he was satisfied that you wouldnât evaporate, he surged forward to wrap you in a desperate embrace; the icy grip of terror finally starting to melt.Â
âIt was just a nightmare, De,â you soothed quietly, tracing a hand along his back. âEverythingâs alright.â
âYeah,â he said tightly, swallowing the lump forming in his throat as he let you go. âYeah, itâs fine. Iâm alright, get back to bed.âÂ
âYouâre okay?â you questioned, concern laced in both your face and tone of voice.Â
âIâm okay,â he affirmed with a nod, casting his gaze aside so you wouldnât see the panic still swirling within him.Â
âOkay,â you said softly, placing a gentle kiss upon the crown of his head before standing from the edge of the pull-out.Â
Dean got up after you to grab a glass of water, his heart jumping in his chest as he remembered the sight of you being ripped away by the current.Â
âJust a nightmare,â he reminded himself under his breath. âJust a nightmare.âÂ
Not having slept another wink after his nightmare, Dean was unsurprisingly the first one up the next morning. Taking it upon himself to get breakfast for the three of you, he found himself at the nearest diner waiting for his order.Â
Drumming his fingers impatiently on the sticky linoleum counter, a burning desire to call you began to build within him. Knowing you were likely still sleeping, he decided to busy himself with a stupid game you downloaded on his phone.Â
Yet the urge to reach out to you grew tenfold as he sat there, a sinking feeling that it might mean you were in danger starting to take hold of him. Just as his mind began to swirl with questions of what the hell was going on with him, he heard your voice calling his name.Â
His head snapped up, expecting to see you sliding onto the stool beside him, ready to give you hell for walking here in search of him all by yourself in a random town. He figured you mustâve known he was here, and it wouldnât have been a far walk from the motel, but it was still stupid.
Though the words died on his tongue as he realized you werenât there, and that familiar feeling of dread trickled through him after scanning the diner and not finding you anywhere.Â
Another voice called out, this time the waitress, announcing that his order was ready. He met her smiling face with nothing but confusion, her smile faltering for a moment.
âEverything alright?â she asked hesitantly.
âHuh?â he asked, before snapping out of his daze. âOh, yeah. Just a little too early for me. Thanks-â he paused, squinting to read her name tag. âThanks, Edna,â he charmed, flashing his signature grin as he gathered the order.Â
âAnytime, sugar,â she charmed, her smile perking back up as she sent him a wink.Â
With one last - albeit awkward - grin sent her way, Dean quickly left the diner; already feeling lighter for knowing heâd be back at the motel soon. His grin only grew when he glanced across the street and caught a glimpse of you staring back at him, proving that he wasnât crazy and you really did come to meet him.Â
He took a step forward, intending to call out to you, when a truck drove by and blocked you from sight. The grin was wiped from his face and the coffee tray nearly slipped out of his hand when he noticed you had completely disappeared in its wake.Â
Fearing the worst once more, he scrambled into the car and quickly called you, firing Baby to life as the line rang.Â
âHey,â you answered with a stifled yawn. âPlease tell me youâre getting breakfast. And coffee.âÂ
âYeah, I-â he faltered in his response, having to let out a breath of relief as he realized you were safe and sound. âIâll be back in a few, you and Sammy still there?âÂ
âWhere else would we be?â you asked with a giggle.Â
While the sound would normally bring a smile to his face, your words only caused a frown to appear. âYou only waking up now?âÂ
âDonât judge me,â you teased. âItâs only⌠ten after seven, I barely slept in.âÂ
âJust not used to being up before you,â he lied, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.Â
âMiracles really do happen,â you joked with a laugh. âYou sound weird, is everything okay?â you added, worry tinting your voice.Â
âHm?â he wondered, not processing your question right away. âOh, no- yeah, I-... just didnât get much sleep.â
âRight,â you said, teetering on the edge of believing him or not.Â
âReally, Iâm good,â he assured, sensing your apprehension. âI just gotta catch some zâs and Iâll be good as new.âÂ
âOkay. Iâll see you in a few then,â you relented. âDrive safe,â you added as an afterthought before hanging up.  Â
The line went dead as he stopped at a red light, his stomach churning as he stared at his reflection in the rearview.
âJust need some sleep,â he assured himself.Â
âDude, would you quit it with the pacing?â Sam snapped, setting his book down on the table for sheer lack of concentration.Â
Dean stopped just long enough to stare daggers at his brother before marching down the library once more. âSheâs been gone too long.âÂ
âSheâs been gone an hour,â Sam informed, hands running over his face in exasperation.Â
âExactly,â Dean replied, pointing a finger at Sam in acknowledgment. âSomething mustâve happened.âÂ
âDude, sheâs at the grocery store. With Jack. What the hell could possibly happen?âÂ
âI donât know!â Dean exclaimed, arms flailing as he whirled to face Sam. âSomething mustâve! She hasnât answered my last text and itâs been-â he paused, pulling out his phone to brandish the screen. âSeven minutes!âÂ
âOh, my god,â Sam groaned, tossing his head back to stare at the ceiling. âI canât deal with this anymore.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about? Arenât you worried?â Dean asked gruffly.Â
âNo, Dean, Iâm not worried! Thereâs no reason to be worried!â Sam proclaimed.Â
âNo reason? She could be dead!â Dean barked, his face taking on an expression of disbelief.Â
Sam sighed as he leaned over the table, raising his eyebrows. âOkay, let me ask you this: why, exactly, do you think sheâs dead?âÂ
âOh, come on, Sam!â Dean grumbled. âWe donât exactly live cookie cutter lives here, you know. One minute sheâs returning the shopping cart, and the next sheâs got a damn knife in her back!âÂ
âDean,â Sam soothed. âYou know as well as I do thatâs a load of crap.âÂ
âNo,â Dean argued, shaking his head. âWe donât know that. We donât know anything, you know why?âÂ
Before Sam could even respond, Dean waved his phone around before dropping it on the table. âBecause she wonât answer her damn phone!âÂ
âOkay, this is actually ridiculous,â Sam declared. âHow can you seriously not see whatâs been happening to you?âÂ
âKnock it off, Sam,â Dean muttered, waving a hand dismissively as he began pacing again. âIâm fucking fine.âÂ
âYouâre fine,â Sam repeated incredulously. âYouâre frigginâ cursed, Dean!âÂ
âIâm not cursed!â shouted Dean. âWould you quit it with that crap?âÂ
âRight, because nothingâs been going on with you lately, right?âÂ
âRight!â Dean agreed with a huff.Â
âYou havenât been, say, I donât knowâŚ. not sleeping? Feeling stir crazy? Getting paranoid?â
âSam-âÂ
âNo, Iâm serious, Dean! How can you not see this?âÂ
âBecause Iâm fine!â Dean argued, stalling his movements to gather his phone from the table.
After a few moments of silence, Dean rolled his eyes and found himself once more walking the length of the library. âOkay, maybe Iâve been feeling a little weird lately, but Iâve just been tired - and you know what? I survived worse. So yeah, Iâm fine!âÂ
âRight,â Sam said sceptically. âAnd have you⌠noticed when it is that you feel⌠weird?â
âI donât know!â Dean announced frustratedly.
âDean,â Sam chastised.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâve been feeling like this all week, and itâs only getting worse. Youâve been like this since that witch cursed you - and donât say she didnât. Use your fucking head, Dean! Youâre cursed!âÂ
Deanâs jaw clenched as he tried to remain calm, taking a moment to formulate his response. âYouâre insane,â he finally declared.Â
âI think youâre the insane one,â Sam contested. âYou were cursed to yearn for something, Dean. Only in this case⌠itâs someone.âÂ
âWhat the hell are you talking about?âÂ
âCâmon, Dean!â Sam pleaded with a laugh. âThe only time you get like this is when youâre more than ten feet away from [Y/N].âÂ
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â Dean muttered dismissively.Â
âYouâve checked your phone another five times since you picked it up.âÂ
âSo?â Dean questioned, failing to resist the urge to check it once more. âIâm worried, not cursed.âÂ
âYouâre worried because youâre cursed!â Sam argued.Â
âIâm worried because I lo-â Dean quickly fell silent as the words died on his tongue, his brain firing into total overdrive as he laughed nervously. âI care, thatâs why Iâm worried.âÂ
Sam stared at his brother in total disbelief, trying to find a way to make him realize what was going on- or, most likely, acknowledge what was going on.Â
Yet before the conversation could go any further, the bunker door screeched open and the sound of your laughter fleeted down to greet Dean, effectively turning his scowl into an affectionate grin.Â
âHope you remembered my pie!â he called out, marching to meet you at the foot of the stairs without so much as a glance back in Samâs direction.Â
âWhen have I ever forgotten?â you asked, feigning offence as you held out the bag which contained his pie.
âWell,â he started, taking the bag from you. âThere was that time in Redford-â
âHey!â you interrupted with a laugh. âI didnât forget, they were out!â
âSee, I still donât believe you,â he teased, heading for the kitchen.Â
âBelieve whatever you want, Dean,â you replied playfully.Â
âIâm still waiting for it, you know. You should get me two next time,â he joked, though he was partly serious.Â
âDean?â Samâs voice tentatively called out.
âYeah?â Dean replied hotly, keeping his back to Sam as he went to grab a beer from the fridge.Â
âWho, uh⌠who the hell are you talking to?â he asked carefully, surveying the empty kitchen.Â
âHilarious, Sam,â he said dryly, shutting the fridge. âIâm talking to-â
His mouth ran dry as he turned around, being met with just his brother, who was staring with concern from the doorway.Â
â[Y/N],â Dean finished weakly.Â
âHer and Jack arenât back yet, Dean,â Sam said carefully, as though talking to a lost child.Â
âYes, they are. They got back, she gave me my pie, we came in here,â Dean said fiercely, his confidence shattering when he went to gesture at the pie he set down moments earlier and found it to be gone. Â
âMaybe you should sit down,â Sam suggested, not knowing what to do.Â
âIâm fine!â Dean shouted, hovering over the counter. âIâm fine,â he repeated, moreso to himself than anything.Â
âOkay, look, how about I try calling [Y/N], okay?â Sam offered, hesitantly walking further into the kitchen. âSee when theyâll be back.âÂ
âThey are back!â Dean barked, glaring at Sam. âShe was just in here!âÂ
Sam didnât know what to say, the fear and concern for his brother crashing down on him.Â
âShe was just in here,â Dean repeated shakily, meeting Samâs gaze with confusion.Â
âDean,â Sam started to say, before the familiar tone of your ringtone came from Deanâs phone, cutting through the air like a knife.Â
Dean pulled the phone from his pocket, clearing his throat before answering. âYeah?âÂ
âDean, thank god,â you cheered, sighing in relief. âListen, we came out to a flat tire and I donât have a spare because I forgot to fucking replace it and there are too many people around for Jack to, you know, try fixing it,â you rambled anxiously. âCan you please come help?âÂ
âYouâre still at the store?â Dean clarified, looking up at Sam with frightened eyes.Â
âYeah, weâre stuck in the parking lot,â you told him breezily.Â
âOkay,â he said, swallowing thickly. âAlright, Iâll be right there.âÂ
âThanks, De!â you said happily, ending the call.Â
Dean stood there for a few moments staring down at his unopened bottle of beer on the counter, trying to gather his thoughts, before finally lifting his gaze to Sam.
âIâll, uhâŚ. Iâll be back,â he told him, not waiting for a response before trudging out of the kitchen.
You found yourself yet again rushing down the hall to Deanâs room, his muffled yells waking you in the dead of night once more.Â
He uttered your name as you shut the door behind you, and though it took you by surprise the very first time it happened - nearly two weeks ago, now - it was something youâve almost come to expect. It was killing you, watching him go through this every night and not being able to fix it. You would sit with him, find ways to gently rouse him from his terror filled slumber and comfort him when he woke, but it never seemed like enough; he deserved more.
At first you didnât think there was too much going on, figuring his shift in behaviour was just due to his lack of sleep. You didnât believe Sam when he talked to you about it; Dean may have been acting a little more strange than usual, but it didnât raise any red flags.
It wasnât until the morning following your conversation that you noticed it, cluing in and realising how different Dean had been; how long heâd been different. The excess text messages, the increase in phone calls, the insistence on you not going anywhere without him and his exuberant reactions to you getting back safe when you did go somewhere without him, his constant questioning on where you were or where youâve just been. Something else was going on, and you could only think it really did come down to the witch you two encountered. So you and Sam called up Rowena, getting her take on the situation and figuring out what to do.Â
Her words now echoed through your head as you perched yourself on the edge of his bed: âMagic isnât simple. Some curses are anchored by the witch, ending whenever they were to die. But others are more complex, rooted not in the witch but the object of the curse itself, not breaking until their purpose is carried out one way or another. Perhaps if you can figure out what it is Dean needs, you can break the curse yourselves. If this carries on for any longer⌠Iâm worried it will kill him.âÂ
While you ran your fingers through his hair, you decided right then and there that once he woke up, you wouldnât leave without confronting him about it. You knew it would likely start a fight, and you felt a little guilty knowing you would all but interrogate him right after having another nightmare, but all that guilt flew right out the window the second Dean startled himself awake, the sight of his panic stricken face as he gasped for air nearly bringing you to tears; youâve seen him like this too often as of late.Â
âItâs alright, Dean,â you soothed, reaching out to him. âIâm right here, everythingâs fine.âÂ
His gaze snapped to you, unable to hide the confusion and terror still coursing through him despite the relief he felt. â[Y/N]?âÂ
âYeah, De,â you cooed, running a hand across his shoulder blades. âWeâre in your room, everyoneâs okay.âÂ
He let out a shuddering breath, hanging his head in his hands. âYouâre okay,â he whispered softly. âYouâre okay.âÂ
You sat quietly with him for a few more minutes, patiently comforting him as best as you could while you thought of how to approach this conversation.Â
Clearing his throat, Dean was the first to speak again as he rose from the bed. âSorry I woke you again.âÂ
The dejection and shame laced in his voice tore your heart to bits, and you had to put up a good fight to keep your emotions in check. âYou donât need to apologize.âÂ
âYeah, I do,â he disagreed, trudging to his sink in the corner.Â
âDean, please talk to me,â you pleaded, watching as he turned on the water.Â
You fell silent, waiting for him to deny you and brush you off again. You waited for him to say something, to do something, but all he did was stare at the running water.Â
âDean?â you asked cautiously, slowly getting up from the bed yourself.Â
âI canât save you,â he muttered quietly, his gaze on the faucet unyielding.Â
âWhat?â you asked curiously, not knowing what he meant.Â
âI can never save you,â he carried on. âYou always just⌠slip away from me. Every time. Itâs always the same.âÂ
âWhatâs always the same?â you questioned, moving closer towards him.Â
âI try,â he muttered, seemingly oblivious to your presence. âI run, and I fight, and I try, but I can never reach you. I can never get to you.â
He seemed to snap out of his daze a little, moving to splash water over his face before turning off the tap. âYou keep dying. I keep watching you die. I canât watch you die again, [Y/N]. I canât.âÂ
âThis is what your nightmares have been?â you wondered.Â
He fell silent again for a minute before meeting your gaze in the mirror. âYeah.âÂ
âItâs not real, Dean,â you told him softly.
âItâs real enough for me,â he muttered, turning to face you.Â
âAnd is this why youâve been⌠acting differently towards me?â you asked hesitantly.Â
He averted his gaze, hanging his head as he considered your question. âI guess,â he said with a shrug. âMaybe, yeah. I donât know.âÂ
âDean,â you scolded with a sigh, plopping back down on the bed. âWhy wonât you just tell me whatâs going on?âÂ
âBecause everythingâs fine!â he argued once again.Â
âIâm not stupid, Dean!â you challenged. âI know you. I can see something's eating you alive and itâs fucking killing me to witness it. So please, tell me what the hell is going on.âÂ
âItâs just nightmares,â he lied, crossing his arms against his chest.Â
âItâs more than nightmares!â you cried. âYouâre withering away into nothing, Dean! I mean letâs face it! Youâre practically a zombie nowadays with how little sleep you get, youâve been acting like a puppy with separation anxiety, and letâs not forget how completely erratic youâve been.â
He glared at you, jaw clenching as he decided whether or not to entertain this conversation. âOkay, so maybe I havenât slept lately,â he admitted starkly. âBut like I keep saying, Iâm fine.âÂ
âDonât you ever get tired of lying?â you sneered, glaring up at him.Â
He rolled his eyes, averting his gaze to anywhere else as he shook his head. âNo, but Iâm getting tired of having this conversation all the time.âÂ
âWell too bad!â you yelled, abruptly standing from the bed. âCause Iâm tired of never having this conversation go anywhere! Iâm tired of you brushing off the idea of you being cursed. I didnât believe it at first either, but what the hell else could it be, Dean?âÂ
âOh, come on!â he barked, running a hand over his face. âI see Sam got his hooks into you.âÂ
âYeah, he did. And you need to listen to us.âÂ
âNo, I really donât,â he scoffed, starting to head to the door.Â
âEven if it kills you?â you blurted out.Â
âItâs not gonna kill me!âÂ
âGod, look at you, Dean! It already is!â you argued, marching closer to him. âHow would you feel if the situation were reversed?âÂ
He let out a sigh, pausing with his hand on the doorknob before turning back to you. âWhat?âÂ
âWhat if it were me going through all this instead of you? Would you let me get away with not even listening to you and Sam?âÂ
He narrowed his eyes at you, staring at you in silence for so long you expected him to turn away again. Instead, he let out a deep breath as he took a seat, gesturing for you to carry on. âFive minutes.âÂ
You almost went to argue before you thought better of it, knowing full well that if Dean never came around to the theory he would actually cut you off at the five minute mark. So, you did your best to recount the entire situation for him, reiterating what you, Sam, and Rowena had to say about it all in the hopes of getting through to him. By the time you finished, you knew it was well over five minutes, so you took Dean not interrupting you to be a good sign.Â
âOkay,â he finally said with a small nod. âWell, I listened. Can I go now?âÂ
Your heart dropped to your stomach, anger and fear bubbling inside of you as you exploded. âGod, you are unbelievable!â
âWell what do you want me to say?â he grumbled. âI just donât believe thatâs whatâs going on.âÂ
âHow can you not believe it?â you asked incredulously. âItâs obvious!âÂ
âLook, I said I donât believe it, alright?â Dean snapped. âWhy are you so hellbent on making this into some big fight? Just accept it.âÂ
âNo!â you seethed. âI canât just accept the fact that this could kill you. Especially not when thereâs a way we could end this.âÂ
âNo,â he disagreed, shaking his head. âYou canât fix this, [Y/N/N]. You just canât.âÂ
âI can!â you cried. âJust tell me.âÂ
âTell you what?âÂ
âYou know what,â you scolded.Â
âThis is so fucking ridiculous.âÂ
âTell me anyway.âÂ
âWhy the hell do you care so much?â he questioned exasperatedly.Â
âBecause Iâm fucking terrified, Dean!â you exclaimed. âIâve watched you grow more restless and anxious every day since the night we finished that case. Iâve seen the life drain from you more and more as sleep became nearly impossible for you. And I know itâs nearly impossible for you, because I have spent the last eleven nights sitting on that bed as you got terrorised by your own mind. I donât care if you believe in this curse or not, Dean, because I do.âÂ
Dean stood quietly, absorbing what you said as the severity of the situation began to dawn on him.Â
âI mean donât you get it?â you asked sadly, cutting through the silence. âIf something happens to you, if I lose you⌠thatâs not something I can come back from.âÂ
Dean fell silent once more, running a hand through his hair as he took a deep breath, pacing around the room a little as he turned everything over in his head.Â
âIâm scared, Dean,â you reiterated softly. âPlease, just let us try to fix this.âÂ
âThereâs some things I should tell you, then,â he admitted quietly after a moment of silence, taking a seat on the bed.Â
âAbout whatâs been happening?â you asked hopefully.Â
He nodded, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. âYeah.âÂ
âOkay,â you said, moving his desk chair to take a seat. âIâm listening.âÂ
He took a bracing breath, taking a few minutes to build the courage to speak. âWell, you know Iâve been having nightmares.âÂ
âI do,â you agreed quietly.Â
âItâs always the same one,â he admitted, keeping his gaze cast downwards. âI could never figure out why. It didn't make sense to me why it was always the same thing. So I finally talked to Sam about it, and he had a pretty good theory. But, you know me. I didnât want to believe it because it came back down to that witch and this stupid fucking curse.âÂ
He let out a bitter laugh, pausing long enough for you to speak up. âWhat did he have to say about it?âÂ
âI tried telling myself I was fine,â he continued, ignoring your question. âI was fine, at first. At first it was just not sleeping well⌠but then other things started happening.âÂ
âOther things like what?â you wondered quietly.Â
âLike my blood feeling like itâs on fucking fire,â he muttered, wiping at his face. âAnd my skin feeling like it-⌠like itâs being peeled off my goddamn bones, and my face feeling like itâs melting⌠and how I get this- this bubble inside my chest that feels like itâs either gonna burst or suffocate me and how it all only happens-â he stopped in his rambling, taking a deep breath before chuckling in disbelief. âGod, it only happens when youâre not around, [Y/N].âÂ
âI-... what do you mean?â you asked breathlessly.Â
âOh, come on, [Y/N],â he said bitterly. âI know youâve noticed. I text you more, Iâm almost always calling you. I just- I get this⌠this unwavering panic inside me when youâre not around. I keep-... I swear to god I see you everywhere when youâre gone. I catch sight of you across the street, I smell your stupid shampoo when Iâm alone, I hear your voice when no oneâs there. I had an entire conversation with you and you werenât even there,â he carried on, shaking his head as he briskly wiped away an angry tear. âGod, Iâm going fucking crazy,â he added with a manic chuckle.Â
âYouâre not crazy, Dean,â you said gently.Â
âThat night,â he started, staring at the wall across from him. âShe was trying to get back someone she lost⌠someone she loved.âÂ
âRight,â you agreed.Â
âThey used to drown them, people they accused of being witches,â he continued slowly.Â
âYeah, it was pretty common. Sink, and you were innocent. Float, and you were guilty,â you pitched in. âBut⌠what does that have to do with this?â
âI think they were innocent,â he said simply. âWhoever she lost⌠I think thatâs how she lost them.âÂ
âWhy do you think that?â you asked curiously.Â
Dean cleared his throat, staring pensively at his hands once more. âThe nightmares. Itâs always⌠you always drown. I keep-... I can never save you.âÂ
âI donât get-â you started to say, before he cut you off.Â
âItâs how she lost who she loves, [Y/N],â he said curtly. âIt makes sense for me to see the one I love go the same way.âÂ
âI-... what?â you asked, too stunned to think of anything else to say.Â
âThe dreams, the hallucinations, the- the way Iâve been feeling⌠I didnât want to admit it, I still donât, but I canât⌠I mean I can only ignore it for so long, right?â he said, scoffing quietly. âEspecially with you and Sam breathing down my neck about it.âÂ
âIgnore what, Dean?â you asked breathlessly, your heart hammering in your chest.Â
âYou,â he muttered. âThey way I feel about you. The way Iâve always felt about you.âÂ
You didnât dare respond, his words ringing in your ears as he fell silent, each of you lost in your own thoughts for a while.Â
âIâve always known that I love you, [Y/N/N],â he carried on, slowly meeting your gaze with glistening eyes. âBut this⌠this curse, this whatever it is. God, itâs just made it all so much worse, and I knew. I knew it was you that my entire being was screaming out for but I couldnât⌠I couldnât admit it.âÂ
âWhy not?â you asked shakily, feeling your tears starting to build.Â
âHow could I put that on you?â he asked, a few rogue tears slipping down his face. âYou said it yourself, this thing is killing me. Itâs gonna kill me, unless I get what I want, and given that thatâs you, Iâm calling it game over.âÂ
âNo, Dean, itâs not,â you denied with a sniffle, cutting through your own stray tears. âYou shouldâve told me.âÂ
âYeah, well,â he grumbled, shrugging lightly as he looked back at his hands. âI told you now.âÂ
âDean,â you sighed, wiping your face as you stood from your seat. âDo you trust me?â you asked, walking towards him.
âOf course I do,â he said quickly, almost offended by the question.Â
âOkay, well, Iâll need you to trust me on this,â you replied, stopping just in front of where he sat.Â
âOkay,â he said with a huff.Â
âYou gotta look at me, though,â you said, laughing softly.Â
Sighing dejectedly, he slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze, a ghost of a smile dancing on his lips as he looked at you.Â
You smiled softly at him, gently taking his face in your hands before wordlessly bringing your lips down to meet his. At first, neither of you really knew what was happening, and just when you thought to pull away you felt his lips moving against your own. His hands gripped your waist to hold you in place a moment longer before you each pulled away, staring silently at each other as you processed what just happened.Â
âWhat, uh⌠what was that for?â Dean finally asked.Â
âWell, it was either that or slapping some sense into you,â you said playfully. âWhich I almost think you still deserve, because I canât believe you honestly think I donât love you back.âÂ
âWhat?â he asked, his grip on your waist loosening in shock before tightening once more.Â
âYouâve had me since the day we met, Dean,â you told him softly, carding your fingers through his hair.Â
âYou actuallyâŚâ he trailed off quietly, trying to focus his thoughts. âYou actually love me, of all people?âÂ
âYeah,â you said quietly. âI do.âÂ
âSo I- well, I guess I couldâve saved a lot of trouble if I really did just tell you, huh?â he asked jokingly, laughing tightly.Â
âIâll give you hell for it tomorrow,â you teased, half serious. âFor now, how about we try getting you back to sleep?âÂ
âActually,â he said, eyes sparkling with mischief. âI have a better idea involving this bed.âÂ
You couldnât help but snort a laugh, grinning fondly at him. âOh, really?âÂ
He grinned back, laughing with you before taking on a more sombre tone. âDo you trust me?âÂ
âAlways,â you said honestly.Â
âGood,â he replied with a grin, laughing heartily at the shriek you let out when he tossed you on the bed.Â
He stared down at you, a look youâve never seen before painted on his face. âWhat?â you asked, giggling nervously.
âI love you,â he said earnestly, brushing a lock of hair away from your face.Â
âI love you, too,â you replied shyly, grinning softly.Â
He matched your grin, drinking you in a moment longer before crashing his lips upon yours once more.Â
When Dean woke the next morning, it didnât take long for a grin to spread across his face as he quickly realized two things.Â
The first thing being that you, the love of his life, still remained tangled up in both his arms and the sheets, sleeping peacefully atop his chest.Â
The second being that, for the first time in a total of thirteen days, he was able to sleep without being haunted by his nightmares.Â
He felt you stir, and his grin widened as you nestled in closer, tightening your grip on him as you slept. He planted a kiss against your temple, pulling you in close as he blissfully settled in for another peaceful rest.Â
Maybe witches arenât so bad.
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Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333
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Headcanon: Wearing His Clothes
Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader
AN: I haven't done one of these in a while! This one was requested by the lovely @luci-in-trenchcoats. đ
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Fluff, spiciness/implied smut
Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you (getting caught) wearing his clothes.
Dean Winchester
Ugh, what a cocky SOB. đ (And yet, not the cockiest of them all.)
You've been doing it for weeks now, without comment from him.
But every time he sees you in one of his undershirts, getting ready for bed, it's always accompanied by a little once-over. A curve of his lips. A smirk, if you will.
He likes the look of you.
He likes that you're his.
And he likes the fact that you feel comfortable enough to steal his clothes.
He also likes welcoming you into bed next to him, with a hand running up your back, or venturing under whatever undershirt you've decided to slip on to feel the warmth of your skin.
"'S this mine?" he asks. You give him a quirking smile.
"You know it is," you say, with playful challenge.
Dean accepts that with a hum and leans in for a kiss as payment.
Sometimes that one stolen kiss leads to another, simmering with heat. And heâll take great pleasure in taking back his shirt, casting it to the floor and rolling you underneath him on the bed.
But it doesn't stop at his undershirts. You steal his plaid ones if you want something to comfortably drown in when you're doing research, or just lounging in the bunker. The material is soft from several hundred washes. (The red and black one is one of your favorites.)
Rare though it is for him to wear hoodies, it's rarer still, because Dean can never even find one in his side of the dresser.
That's because you're keeping it hostage on your side, buried under your lingerie. (Even if he tried to find the hoodie, odds are heâll get distracted.)
It gets to the point where he can hardly find anything of his.
His brows furrow as he rucks through his drawers for something clean to wear, while clad in only his most threadbare sweatpants.
"Damn it, woman. Where are my shirts?" he grouses.
You bite your lip and pretend to keep reading your book. You're already safe in bed, covered up to your chest by the blankets.
"I don't know. Have you done your laundry?" you ask, smiling to yourself. Dean catches you, with a suspicious brow raise.
He climbs into bed and snatches the covers away from you. You yelp at the suddenness and try to grab at them, but it's too late.
He discovers that you're wearing one of his newer shirts, which he had to buy to replace the ones he just can't seem to find.
"Are you kidding me? This is Theft in the First goddamn Degree!" he exclaims, even though he's close to laughing at the way you're already giggling. He manages to pin you underneath him on the bed, and he has half a mind to take this shirt back as well, by whatever means necessary.
And yes, tickling is one of those means.
"Sweetheart, for the love of God. Why do you keep taking my shit?" he asks, in a way that's half-serious in his frustration, but also half-teasing.
You shrug shamelessly, still smiling. You run your hands up his bare arms and shoulders, and back down his chest.
"I don't know. It's comfortable," you say. But your eyes lower as your face begins to warm with a blush. "Makes me feel safe...like you're always with me."
At that, the tension in Dean's shoulders eases. His smile can't help but soften around the edges as he looks down on you, now with fondness. After a while, he lets out a deep sigh.
"All right," he says.
You grin, because you know he's given up. You lean up for a kiss that successfully distracts him.
Dean still gets annoyed sometimes when he can't find a specific item of clothing in his drawer, but now, all he has to do is go over to your side of the dresser.
There he knows he'll eventually find what he's looking for.
Beau Arlen
Heh, in this episode of âWhose Hat is it Anywayâ...
Beau's wardrobe reminds you of a cowboy in modern times.
Lots of browns and beiges, lots of slacks and buttoned-down shirts tucked in with an army of belts to choose from (even though the man only owns a few pairs of boots). Not to mention a slew of jackets that often pull the look together.
But being that he's new to Montana (specifically, Montana winters), you like to buy him sweaters. Cable-knits and soft ones in earth tones that you think bring out his eyes.
Beau accepts whatever you get him and graciously wears them. He trusts your judgment on what looks good on him, and he appreciates the way you think of him.
It's just one of those ways, however small, that you show that you care and that you're looking out for him.
One night while he's working late, however, you find yourself trying to reorganize the closet. The man is "organized chaos" at best, and you find one of his sweaters on the floor. It's a nice burgundy one that you bought him recently.
Ooh, so soft, you think, while feeling the fabric between your fingers.
You don't know what possesses you, but you decide to slip out of your pajamas and try it on yourself.
SO damn soft, you realize, as you practically drown in the sweater. It hangs about to mid-thigh.
Then you see one of his beige Stetsons hanging on the wall. A sneaking smile curves your lips, before you slip on his hat.
To complete the ensemble, you dig into the recesses of your closet and find a pair of your old cowboy boots. You go out into the bedroom and check yourself out in the mirror with a growing smirk.
"Hey there, darlin'," you try to impersonate your boyfriend's subtle Texan twang, and even his mannerisms by winking at yourself, tipping the hat forward.
You giggle at your own silliness in this moment, but alone in your own house, who freakin' cares? You should feel free to dance naked through the whole damn place if you feel like it.
So you spin on your heel and do a little twirl in your boots.
"Who's the sheriff now, huh?" You mime a pair of guns with your hands and shoot at your reflection. "Psh, psh!"
But that's when you catch sight of one Beau Arlen, leaning against the bedroom doorway with his arms crossed. An amused grin is plastered to his face.
You freeze in shock, still with your "gun hands" held up.
"Oh, don't stop the show on my account," Beau says slyly. He gestures at you. "Please, continue."
Your hot blush spreads from your cheeks and quickly begins to travel down your neck. "Uh...I was just...you know, cleaning the closet. You're very messy, you know!"
Beau snorts and draws closer. Those green eyes of his take in the full sight of you, down your bare thighs and cowboy boots, and back up to your embarrassed face. You bite your bottom lip on reflex.
"You know, I like what you got goin' on here," he says, waving a hand down your form. "But it's just...it's missing something."
He takes his badge with the gold star off his belt and pins it to your sweater.
"There you go. Perfect fit," he says, even as his hand slides up the slope of your back. You find yourself pulled further into his orbit as you try (and fail) to stamp down a smile.
"You're late, you know," you remind him. Beau bows his head and presses a kiss into your neck. You feel his smirk there.
"I'm sorry, Sheriff. Gonna arrest me, or let me off with a warning?" he teases. His other hand comes up to adjust the hat on your head. You smirk and cling to his arms over his dark brown jacket. It's one of his nicer ones.
"I think I can let you off," you play along. You lean up to skim your lips across his cheek, and closer to his ear. "But only for good behavior."
He has to chuckle then. "I can accept those terms..."
Beau's hands slip under your stolen sweater and begin to slide it up your body, inch by inch.
"Though I'm gonna need you to keep the boots on," he says lowly, just before he claims you with a searing kiss.
Soldier Boy (Ben)
Oh, here we go. đ
As with most things, it's a point of pride for Ben.
He'd prefer you be too fucked out to move, let alone put on clothes after he's finished with you.
On the rare occasion that your body doesn't feel too much like warm molasses after a few hot rounds with your boyfriend, you like to at least grab one of his discarded shirts to cover yourself.
If he still has energy, he'll take that as a challenge. He'll try to slip his hands underneath whatever shirt you've found and divest you of it, so he can start devouring you again.
However. Ben does like seeing you in his clothes, in a possessive, claiming way.
There are days when you just want to be swallowed up in one of his large, comfortable shirts as you lounge about the house.
Ben sometimes watches you putter around, cleaning, working, cooking, reading, or watching TV in nothing but his clothes. He wonders if you're even wearing panties. You could be bare faced with a severe case of bed head, but his eyes will still occasionally follow you.
His expression doesn't reveal too much, but he likes it. (And because you know him, you know it too.)
Maybe he'll catch you as you pass by, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. You startle with a yelp, but then you grab onto his arms and smile.
"Can I help you, sir?" you tease.
"Think you can just walk by me, looking sexy as fuck?" he remarks. He steals a slow, thorough kiss. You cup his face and bring him back in for more, tenderly stroking his cheek.
"You know why I like wearing your stuff?" you ask. Your smile hints at teasing.
Ben arches a brow. "Why?"
"Because it keeps you looking," you reply. And you reach a hand around to slap his ass, for good measure.
Then you saunter away from him to get back to what you were doing.
Or at least, you try to.
Ben grabs your hand and pulls you back towards him, back into the cage of his arms, where he falls back into the trap you've so often laid. And he finishes what you started.
AN: Well, then. đ I hope you guys enjoy this! Who had your favorite reaction: Dean, Beau, or Ben? đ
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but like imagine dean fucking you with sam asleep in the same room⌠18+
warnings: smut, caught in the act, (dean x fem!reader)
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âmmmph-â
you moaned against deanâs hand as he rocked his cock up into you, his tip brushing against your cervix.
âshhh, babyâŚâ he cooed quietly, glancing over at his brother asleep in the next bed over.
your cunt wrapped around deanâs rock hard length as he slammed in and out of you, making the motel bed squeak. you let out a soft squeal and shut your eyes, feeling dizzy as his other hand rubbed rough circles your clit.
âshhhâŚâ dean whispered, his cock twitching up into your cunt, âyou wake sammy, babe, and heâll be so mad.â
you felt your pussy tighten around deanâs cock again, nearing another orgasm at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position. dean bit his bottom lip and scrunched his face, trying to hold in a groan at the feeling. he was barely keeping himself together.
the quiet but lewd sounds of him pumping into your wet cunt filled the room, along with both your soft grunts and the squeaking of the motel bed.
sam let out a groan and rolled over to face you and dean. you both froze, watching and waiting for his hazel eyes to flicker open and catch you two in the act.
but they didnât. instead they stayed shut. dean hesitantly slid himself back up into you, keeping his eyes on his brother. you watched sam too.
your thoughts started racing around in your head and you couldnât deny it, some fucked up part of you kinda wanted to get caught riding dean.
deanâs fingers began rubbing your sensitive clit again, making you whimper as he thrusted in and out of you.
âshush, iâm serious.â
you pouted against his hand, âc-canât⌠feels too goodâŚâ
he gripped your face tighter, âweâll have to stop if you canât keep quiet, baby.â
his words sent a flash of panic through your body, your head instantly shaking as you grinded on him, desperate to show him you can be good.
âthatâs it. nice and quiet,â he said breathily, feeling you clench around him again.
you hissed and tried to hold back whimpers as you came all over his cock again, your juices leaving a creamy ring around his length as he pumped into you.
dean groaned at the feeling of you gushing all over his cock. his own release washed over him. he shot thick warm ropes of his seed deep into your cunt, making you whimper and clench again as his hips jerked up. he pulled you down against him and buried his head in your neck, letting out louder grunts and moans.
âcan you guys shut the fuck up?â sam groaned. you felt a pillow hit the side of you as you laid flat on dean, his softening cock still inside you. you laughed softly in deanâs ear.
âsorry, sammy,â dean smirked as he rubbed your back. he moved his head to look over at his brother, who had turned away and pulled the blanket over his head completely.
dean laughed and pulled you even closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as he whispered in your ear, âoops.â
A/N: wrote and edited this high so ignore it if somethingâs grammatically incorrect or doesnât make sense LOL anyways poor sam :( iâm laughing so hard
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Soothe and pamper.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader
Summary: it had been a long week of hunting, and Dean said he was fine⌠until you came in, of course.
Content: fluff, Dean being needy and overdramatic (and clingy), no use of y/n, Sam being the third wheel (kind of)
English is not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes!
Word count: 653
Dean Winchester was a master at the "I'm fine" act. After years of being on the hunt, he could brush off a rough week like it was second nature. So, when Sam asked if he was okay after their latest exhausting hunt, he just scoffed, as usual.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Dean said, waving a dismissive hand like he was brushing off a pesky fly, as if he hadn't spent the last seven days chasing after demons across two states.
"Quit worrying, Sammy."
Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't press any further. This was like Dean's default settingâdeny, deflect, and pretend like everything was cool, even if he looked like he'd been chewed up and spat out.
But then, you walked into the room.
As soon as Dean caught sight of you, his entire demeanor shifted. The tough-as-nails hunter, who moments ago had been shrugging off his brother's concern, let out an over-the-top groan so loud it echoed through the bunker.
You barely had a chance to say a word before Dean threw himself into your arms like a wounded soldier returning from battle.
"This weekâoh, you wouldn't believe it!" He buried his face into your shoulder with a pitiful groan, his voice muffled against your shirt. "It's been so bad, baby. So bad."
You could feel the weight of his body sag against yours, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck.
It would've been pathetic if it wasn't so funny.
"I don't know how I made it out alive," Dean continued, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. "The food was nasty, the motel beds were terrible, and don't even get me started on the demons!"
You ran your fingers through his hair as he rambled on, completely lost in the comfort of being with you.
"Do you see this?" He gestured toward his body. "I'm a broken man."
Sam, watching this unfold, rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck. "You've gotta be kidding me."
And Dean ignored him completely.
"You're the only one who understands, sweetheart." He whined, clinging onto you like his life depended on it. "Sam's no help, he doesn't get it."
"Dean," you said, struggling to keep a straight face. "You were fine like five seconds ago."
"What are you talking about?" He squeezed you tighter, feigning innocence. "I was just holding it all in. I didn't want to scare Sammy. But now... now I can finally let it all out."
"Uh-huh," you said dryly. "And how much of this is just you wanting to get pampered?"
Dean gasped in mock offense, pulling back to look at you again. "Me? Using my genuine suffering to get pampered? I would neverâ"
You raised an eyebrow at him.
He hesitated for a second, then smirked. "Okay, maybe a little."
Sam snorted in the background, shaking his head as he headed for the door. "You two are ridiculous," he called over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
You sighed, shrugging your shoulders. "Well, what can I do to make it better, Dean?"
He was still leaning heavily into your embrace. "You. Me. Bed. Cuddles... for my emotional well-being, of course."
You smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "And all your troubles will disappear?"
"Exactly," Dean grumbled, sounding so serious you had to hold back a laugh. "Exactly." He sighed, content now, taking advantage of the situation for all it was worth.
"And if you throw in a back rub, I'll be a whole new man by morning." He added, his lips twitched into a smile.
"Alright, drama queen. But only because I know how hard it is to be you." you laughed softly.
"You're the only one who understands." Dean murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.
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Sexy F*cking Nerd
Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: When Dean discovers a little secret of (Y/n)'s during a case research session he can't help but let temptation get the best of him.
Warnings: Language, Smut, Fingering, PinV, Oral (M receiving), slight angst if you squint, Dean having a glasses kink (not really a warning but not everyone wears them hahaha lucky bastards)
MDNI! 18+
Word Count: 5688
A/N: It's taken a little while but here is the second competition winner from a few weeks back, the prompt provided by the wonderful @foxyjwls007 - I hope you like it!
The motel room was stuffy to say the least - that usual aroma of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener lingering around us. There was a dripping sound coming from God knows where and the AC hummed in between the concerning clinking from deep within the vents. It was crap. So crap. But it was home for a few nights; just like all the motel rooms that came before. Dean stepped past me and over the threshold, immediately slinging his duffle and jacket onto his chosen bed. He stretched his arms above his head, the grey Henley clutching his muscular abdomen and rising enough to flaunt what lay beneath. I sighed, following him in and slumping onto the bed beside his - the musty stench from the sheets enveloping me.
âWellâŚâ Dean started, pulling Sam's laptop out of his bag and placing it on the small table by the window.
âWellâŚ?â My voice echoed as I focused on the ceiling fan that spun off centre.
â...This is⌠nice?â His statement was more of a question as he looked around with raised eyebrows. I propped myself up on my elbows, flashing him a look of speculation.
âSeriously?â A moment passed before he huffed a long-held breath and slapped his large palms on his thighs.
âNo of course not, this place sucks more dick than a hooker on payday.â
âYou got that right,â I flopped back down onto the bed, a small dust cloud erupting under my weight. I closed my eyes and listened as Dean pulled a chair out from under the table, slumping down into it. Then there was the familiar click of the laptop opening followed by the sound of stuttered not-quite-touch-typing, presumably he was starting work on the case that weâd come here to investigate. The tap tap tap of whatever was leaking began to drill into my brain, my patience already wearing thin with the rooms dire ambiance. I pulled myself up to sitting, criss-crossing my legs on the bed and brushing whatever that dust from the bedding was off my sweater sleeves.
âWhen's Sam back?â I asked, watching as Dean searched the keyboard in front of him for some long lost letter.
âUuuh, I'm not sure. He said to work this case without him.â
âUgghhh, I bet he's having way more fun than us right now, it's not fair,â I plopped my chin into my palm and stared past the older Winchester out the window, almost willing Sam to appear and walk in like any other day.
âIt's just some dumb wedding, I doubt he's having that much fun.â
I scoffed before I could stop myself, Dean breaking eye contact with the screen to throw me a raised eyebrow.
âLook,â I collected myself, âyou didn't know Sam in college. He won't admit it but he was popular. Really popular. Not the total nerd you think he is. He's absolutely having fun with these people.â
âYeah right. So who's at this wedding anyway? Why was it so important that he just had to be there?â
I rolled my eyes, knowing full well Sam had already told him all the details. Typical Dean.
âIt's for a couple of friends who he and Jess were close with back then. Pretty sure the bride was prom queen in highschool or something and the groom was a trust fund jock. Either way, not my crowd,â I sighed slightly, memories from my college days flooding my mind.
Deans eyebrows twitched into a small frown, his thoughts seeming to cloud his vision for a second before he reluctantly dismissed them. I looked down into my lap for a moment, reminiscing how I always kept my distance from Sam whilst at Stanford, but he had always been that boy that would make my heart flutter when he spoke up in class or when I'd see him on the quad with his friends. I remember seeing him with his nose in a book once at my usual desk in the library, my cheeks burning when he caught me staring. Who would've thought several years down the line I'd be sat in a bottom-rung motel room with his obscenely good looking older brother researching monster lore. At least we would be researching monster lore, if it wasn't for the small growl my empty stomach had gurgled out. I couldn't stop the small pulse of embarrassment burning into my cheeks as Dean eyed me with a grin.
âWanna get some lunch?â He asked, standing up like he already knew my answer.
âFuck yes. I'm feeling burgers,â I shuffled to the edge of the bed and stood up, watching as Dean shrugged on his leather jacket and headed to the door, holding it open for me.
âNow you're speaking my language.â
*
The diner was almost as sad and withered as the motel room, however the food was nothing short of spectacular. I watched in awe as Dean polished off his second burger, a small glob of sauce sticking to his stubble and threatening to drip off his chin. He must've felt me watching in wonder - or perhaps disgust - as when he looked up from his plate he shot me a questioning glance.
âWhat?â His tone was a little defensive through the mouthful of fries he'd just shovelled in. I took a second before asking, half-genuine:
âWhere do you put all of that?â
âPut what?â
âThe food - where does it go? Do you have hollow legs? Two stomachs? Does it just evaporate as soon as you swallow it?â
He grinned, wiping the sauce from his face with a napkin.
âGoes straight to the abs baby. It's muscle fuel,â he leant back in his chair, stretching a little before patting his stomach to punctuate his statement. I simply rolled my eyes.
âYeah right, you're not that muscly Dean.â
âHow would you know? You've never seen me with my shirt off.â
âI know, and I plan to keep it that way.â
He feigned a pout before returning to his fries. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, my mind absently going back to all the lore we should be trying to gather. I gripped my milkshake that had so generously been served in a thin paper cup, attempting to suck the practically solid beverage up the equally thin paper straw. Finding the nearest library would be the next task on our to-do list, despite the protesting I know I'll get from Dean.
âHey, (Y/n)?â My train of thought was derailed at the sound of my name. The slurping of over-thickened milkshake from myself ceased.
âWhat's up?â
âWhat were you like in college?â
I eyed him with caution, wondering what part of his brain was in control right now.
âWhat do you wanna know?â
Catching the wariness to divulge him to such information, he smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders.
âI'm not asking to be weird, I just-â he paused, choosing his next words tactfully, âthe way you described Sam as being a totally different person - some hot-shot with the perfect grades, popular friends and a girlfriend like Jess - it just got me thinking. How would Sam have described you?â
I almost spat my dairy-goop back into the straw, my brain freezing.
âDean,â I started before planning what I was going to say, placing my cup on the table. âSam wouldn't be able to describe me.â
My words brought a small smirk to his lips.
âYou were that hot, huh?â
âWhat the fuck- no- I wasn't- he didn't- Sam never- â I stopped myself before I had an aneurysm and took a deep breath.
âI was in a totally different crowd to Sam. He was always surrounded by people and, well, I barely even had a crowd.â
âLone wolf?â
âBingo. But definitely not the cool, collected, stoic type. Think more, invisible to the public eye, always carrying books, and borderline selective mute because of how shy I was.â
âOh⌠what changed?,â Deans tone changed entirely, genuine intrigue seeming to take the wheel. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, remembering my method to forcing myself out of my bubble.
âThe only job I could get was in a bar. No one else wanted the hours and I desperately needed cash. I didn't really have a choice after that,â I paused, remembering how terrified I was on my first day and grinned slightly, grateful for the extra confidence I had now because I took that leap.
âHey, what sort of crowd do you think I would've been in?â
I snorted, looking up into his expectant eyes - almost captivated by the glistening greens.
âWhat am I? A BuzzFeed quiz? I have no idea Dean, you're too much of a wildcard to predict. You probably would've fit in with anyone and everyone.â
âEven you?â
For reasons unbeknownst to even myself, my breath caught in my throat. The sudden soft sincerity of his voice contradicting his usual temperament, my heart starting to flutter in my chest. If the college version of myself had met Dean back then I just know I would have been enthralled at first glance.
âI don't think you would've noticed me. You would've been surrounded by every tall, thin blonde and brunette with perfect tits. Trust me, you would've been distracted,â I smiled an almost sad smile at the thought of him simply being on university grounds and having the time of his life - knowing it was something that he was never going to get the chance to experience in this upside down life of his. Of ours. He tapped his fingers on the table for a second, likely lost in some ludicrous thought I don't think I'd want to be privy to. I attempted another slurp of my milkshake when the paper straw gave out and flopped in half, the need to leave conversation and the diner suddenly looming over me.
âCome on, let's get to the library before it closes,â I stood and pulled my oversized sweater down so it covered my ass before reaching for my backpack. Just as my fingers touched the worn fabric of the strap it was torn away, my head snapping up to Dean who flung it over one shoulder with his signature grin on his face.
âLead the way nerd.â
I couldn't help but beam at his playfulness. I hated the fact that he made it so easy to adore him. Hated that he completely overlooked how I was his total opposite in almost every way. How when we were talking, his eyes never left mine - how he was genuinely interested in what I was like in the past. And how, when I had his attention, he didn't even notice that the hot waitress had written her number on a napkin and left it next to him.
*
The trip to the library was about as eventful as it sounded. After checking out multiple books on cursed items, local lore and popular antiques from the seventies, we loaded ourselves back into the impala, made an all-important beer run before heading back to the motel.
The small table by the window was now totally smothered by a blanket of books, maps and empty beer bottles. Deans chin rested in his palms as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him, and I must've read the last sentence of the paragraph laid before me a dozen times without it even sinking in. The obnoxious dripping and humming of ancient appliances was starting to make me feel restless.
âIt has to be the boots,â Dean groaned, draining the last of his beer.
âEither the boots or the disco ball. But my money is on boots as well,â I sighed, pushing the book away from me and standing slowly, gathering the quickly accumulating litter now scattered around us.
âI'm gonna make some coffee, my brain is fried over how fucking ridiculous this case is,â I ditched the trash in the bin before filling the coffee machine, listening to it whir to life whilst I headed to my bed. I could feel Deans gaze on my back as I rummaged around my bag in search of a specific item.
âWhat are you looking fo-â he'd started to ask the question but his voice died in his throat when I turned around. I quickly pushed my newly adorned glasses up the bridge of my nose, already feeling the oversized frame start to slip down as I tried not to make a big deal over them.
âWhat?â My tone was a fraction off aggressive when I realised he was staring. He seemed to snap out of his daze, quickly rubbing the back of his neck and turning back to the laptop screen. He cleared his throat
âI uh, I didn't know you wore glasses,â I could tell from the slight tremble in his voice that his mind was reeling.
âIs there a problem with that?â
âNo! I mean, no, absolutely not. They look good. The glasses, I mean. The glasses look good. Not on their own, obviously. On your face. They look good on your face. You have a great fa-â
âDean?â
âYeah?â
âShut up.â
âSorry.â
I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set it on the counter, filling it to the brim with caffeinated goodness. I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my lips at Deans fumbling, almost finding the whole ordeal a little charming. I sat back down at the table and pulled the books back towards me, also grabbing my pen and tattered notebook.
âThe guests at the club mentioned hearing footsteps - so it has to be the boots, right? A disco ball wouldn't make that soundâŚâ my voice trailed off when I realised that, even though Dean was looking at me, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.
âEarth to Dean?â
He flinched slightly at his name, but felt no shame delving in with a completely off-topic question.
âSo how long have you worn glasses?â
âIâve always worn them,â I slid back into my chair at the table opposite him, not sure whether to laugh at the shocked expression on his face or whether to be concerned about his observation skills.
âWhat?! No way, I wouldâve noticed,â He opened another beer and took a sip before tracing the opening to the bottle over his bottom lip.
â I only wear them for concentration work, and I have emergency contact lenses if I know Iâm going to be around a lot of people as I donât particularly like how they look.â
Dean made a small disagreeable expression before averting his gaze from mine back to the laptop, taking another swig of his beer. I placed my coffee mug down and settled back into the book I was reading before, and after a few moments I could feel my skin begin to prickle - as though I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I glanced up, my breath immediately catching in my throat. Deans eyes found mine, burning with an intensity that made my heart hammer in my chest. I didnât want to look away, but under his gaze I felt like Iâd been stripped bare, unable to hide my insecurities from an eye that seemed to scorch through to my very core.
âDean-â
â(Y/n), you should really have more confidence in yourself; I think the glasses look cute as fuck. You should wear them more,â a fierce blush erupted across my face when he spoke, his assured tone leaving no room for disagreement. I tried desperately not to let on that his words held any sort of impact over my decisions so I looked down, away from his scrutiny and simply said:
âMaybe I will.â
He hummed in approval, finally looking elsewhere and I couldnât stop myself from breathing a sigh of relief when the pressure of his stare was averted.
The evening dragged on and an hour and a half had passed since his loaded comment. I was on the third book weâd checked out of the library, now trying desperately to find the curse that would cause a pair of 1970s glam rock boots to dance for eternity and haunt anyone who tried to wear them. This case was absurd, and I could feel myself growing restless with the small amount of progress weâd made. I huffed out a sigh and leant back in my chair, the faux leather and rusted metal creaking under my weight. Pulling the hair bobble from around my wrist I scooped my hair into a bundle on the top of my head, securing it in place; the sensation of air on my neck seemed to clear some of the fog from my brain. The messy bun was comfortably enough that I could forget it was there, and I allowed myself a stretch before leaning back over the table, grasping my pen. As I began to read the next segment, I absently traced the end of the pen over my bottom lip, running it back and forth a few times before gently nibbling on the end. I heard the shuffling of Dean moving in his seat and a ragged clearing of his throat before the sound of vigorous laptop keys clicking ensued. Without looking up at him I continued reading, the pen still tapping my bottom lip, and when I neared the bottom of the paragraph, I slowly licked the pad of my index finger. My eyes never leaving the words, I turned the page swiftly with my dampened digit, the transition from one page to the next perfectly seamless. Another shuffle from the man opposite followed by a quiet groan filled the silence between us. Pen still between my teeth, I lifted only my eyes to glance at him and noted the dusting of pink across his cheeks and the furrow in his brow. Concluding that heâd had one too many beers I decided to ignore his persistent fidgeting, returning to my previous task on monotonous reading. Several sentences in and Iâd almost forgotten Deans restlessness - that was until I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, deep in thought, that I earned myself a throaty groan and an exasperated sigh. I looked up just in time to watch him wipe a large hand down his face, momentarily masking his pained expression.
âCan you not do that? I canât concentrate when you do that.â
âDo what?â Upon asking my question I absently took the pen between my teeth again, quickly glancing down at the book to place a mental bookmark.
âThat.â
âWhat?â
âThat. That thing you do with our mouth, and the pen, and your tongue and your finger. Can you please stop before it kills me.â
The heat beneath my skin was immediate at his admission, knowing my small, absent-minded actions were playing on his mind and making it hard for him to think straight. I instinctively crossed my legs, a fluttering in my lower belly instantly dragging my mind back to the deprived things Iâd imagined Dean doing to me in the depths of night. The places Iâd imagined his hands travelling, the areas his lips would touch and the sensations his tongue could create. These were deeply, deeply personal fantasies, and right now as Dean looked at me with a restrained hunger, I felt like I was wearing these fantasies for the world to see. For Dean to see.
âIt doesnât help that youâve been sat over there like a sexy fucking librarian all evening, but every time you do that anything with that mouth - shit, sweetheart youâre driving me insane.â His voice was gravelly as he looked at me with desperate eyes across the table. The overly rational part of my brain had shut down completely, and now the part of my mind that had spent hours conjuring vivid scenes of Dean Winchester ravishing me in my entirety had taken the charge. I stood slowly, taking a moment to reason with myself - unsuccessfully of course - before sinking to my knees in front of my chair. I could see Deans strong thighs were spread wide beneath the table so I crawled forwards, across the cold tiles and placed myself between his legs. Resting my palms softly on his thighs I made him flinch at the unexpected contact. He immediately scooted his chair back, allowing a gap for me to poke my head through - his hand instantly acting as a barrier between the edge of the table and my skull. I got comfortable and allowed myself a moment to gaze up at him, to take in the strained furrow in his brow and the parting of his lips. I observed the way his chest rose and fell in apprehensive breaths, and the way his free hand clenched into a fist on his thigh - like he was so desperate yet so scared to touch me.
â(Y/n)-â
âDean,â I spoke softly, slowly running my hands up his thighs - delicate palms against rough denim, âyouâre a smart boy - you know I wouldnât do something I didnât want to do. So please, donât say I donât have to do this.â
Dean released a shaky breath the moment my fingers unclasped his jeans. I tugged them down slightly with his help, just enough so I could dip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his half-hard length. The moment my skin touched his, his head lolled back and his eyes fluttered closed with a breathy moan on his lips.
âFuckâŚâ
I gently pulled him from his confines, coming face to face with the cock Iâd literally dreamt of again and again. I took the scene in, committing to memory the sharp outline of his jaw and the way his long lashes rested on his lightly-freckled cheeks. The way that, every time he breathed in, I could see his defined muscle tone through the thin fabric of his shirt; and with every small caress that my fingers made against his length, it made his fingers twitch and teeth clench. I licked my lips before leaning in and took his tip into my mouth, not giving him a chance to finish sucking in air through his teeth before I plunged his entire length down my throat.Â
âOh FUCK.â
His hands flew to my hair, fingers gripping tight as they loosened strands from the messy bun, causing them to fall around my face. Heâd lifted his head to look down at me, pupils blown as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked nothing more than enthralled. Infatuated. Entranced. I moved my head up and down, up and down, again and again to a steady rhythm, pressing my tongue to the underside of his now rock-hard cock to trace every vein and nerve-ending.
âShit, (Y/n), I didnât know you could suck cock, like, at all⌠howâre you sâfuckinâ goodâŚâ his voice was breathless as he continued to grip my hair, his head flopping to the side as pleasure started to overcome his senses. I released him with a small âpopâ, wrapping my fingers around him and smearing the warm mixture of saliva and precum from tip to base.
âDespite everything I told you earlier, Dean, Iâm not a virgin - and this certainly isnât my first rodeo,â my voice came out more sultry than Iâd expected and I could feel Dean tremble beneath my palms.
âFuck, I wish Iâd known that sooner,â I chewed on my bottom lip, quickly becoming addicted to the way he writhed at my touch. The way he moaned and gripped my hair tighter when I sucked him back into my mouth was like pure ecstasy, my insides heating up and throbbing with an ache of familiar arousal. Like a thirst that could only be satisfied by him. By tasting him, feeling him on my tongue and drinking in every sound that passed his plush parted lips. The sensation of my glasses slipping down my nose as I sped up my ministrations had me reaching to push them back up, but not before Dean beat me to it. With the rough pad of his thumb he pushed on the plastic bridge, his palm and fingers pressed to my flushed cheek in the most tender, almost heart wrenching caress. I thought my heart might stop when he tilted my face up to his; lustful eyes burning into mine with a vehemence Iâd never encountered. I stopped in my tracks, all actions ceased as the spell heâd somehow put me under wouldnât let me look away.Â
âIf you keep going like that darlinâ this whole thing is gonna be over before you know it,â his voice was raspy, a rawness to it from the harsh breaths and ragged moans that had been pulled from his throat. He slowly pulled his cock from my spit-slick lips and grasped it loosely, giving himself a few lazy pumps whilst his other hand never left my face. He stared down at me, taking a few moments as though he was committing the sight of me, knelt between his knees with flushed cheeks and swollen lips to memory. Once it seemed that memory was locked away in the depths of his mind, he grasped me by the arm and pulled me effortlessly into his lap, his fingers almost bruising against my skin. Immediately I felt him, in his entirety, press against me with the heat and wetness seeping through my jeans and past my panties. This time when our eyes met, there was a mutual desperation; a need to consume each other and to feel every inch of his heated skin against mine. He pulled me frantically down to him and crashed his lips against mine.Â
Some people describe their first kiss with someone like butterflies in their stomach, or fireworks exploding all around them. That wasnât at all what this was like. Kissing Dean Winchester was different - it was wild and untamed - and describing this experience in such a mundane way would be like adding water to a top-shelf whiskey. Kissing Dean Winchester was like driving the impala at one thirty with the roar of the engine drowning out the rest of the world. It was like trying to ride a wild mustang without a saddle, or daring to stand on the highest peak on Earth with nothing to tie you down. It was exhilarating in the most dangerous way imaginable - and I was now officially a thrill seeker.Â
The warm taste of the beer on his tongue and the masculine scent of old leather and cologne was pulling me under. Breathing no longer mattered as long as his mouth was on mine and his fingers were in my hair, now tugging the bobble out and throwing it to the floor. As my hair tumbled free he grabbed under my thighs and stood effortlessly, moving me from his lap to the edge of the table without his lips leaving mine. I winced slightly as the corners and several books and the laptop jabbed into my rear and I fumbled to move everything aside, failing when I refused to unlock our lips. Deans patience was non-existent and with one sweep of his strong arm everything tumbled to the floor - including the laptop. I threw the remaining books from underneath me down to join them, no longer caring for their wellbeing. Before I could pull Dean back in - to allow him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me - he hastily pulled off my boots and tugged down my jeans, throwing every item to the growing pile of chaos beside us. I discarded my sweater and top, but before I let his fingers touch my bra I wanted nothing more than to return the favour.Â
âI guess you can forget about that whole ânever seeing me shirtlessâ thing, huh?â he smirked through the sexual fog, not waiting for a reply as his lips hungrily found mine again, his own top falling to the floor.Â
âShut up Winchester. Now are you gonna fuck me or wh- OH FUCK-â
Two thick fingers crept under my panties and plunged into me with zero hesitation, curling up and stroking the sensual cushion deep within my core with skillful precision.Â
âOh yeah? You want me to fuck you?â Even with my face now buried in the crook of his neck, I could hear the smirk in his voice, the tormenting tone going straight to my brain.
âY-yes- fuck- please,â my knees twitched either side of him, squeezing at his hips with every push of his fingers. I gripped his shoulders tight, nails indenting his skin as I leant back to look at him better. Seeing the beads of sweat on his chest and brow alongside the raw, carnal desire in his eyes could have undone me there and then. He frowned in disapproval when I moved to remove my glasses, the fingers that were just inside me now wrapped forcefully around my wrist.
âWhat dâya think youâre doing?â straight away I knew his growling question left no room for negotiation.
âI was just-â
âThe glasses stay on.â
âTo the end?â
ââTil I say you can take them off.â
I did as I was told, moving my hand to grip the soft strands on the back of his neck, softly dragging my nails over his scalp and drawing a shiver from his spine and a groan from his lungs. He pulled me against him, crushing his lips against mine one more time. He swiftly pulled away and I leant back on my hands, both of us taking a moment to drink each other in - to bask in lascivious glory. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and looked up at him through my lashes, the lenses of my glasses starting to fog around the edges. Another deep moan rumbled from his chest as his heated gaze stayed locked to mine.
âI canât wait any longer now that youâve looked at me like that. Fuck.â
With a large hand gripping the soft flesh of my thigh he pulled my underwear to one side and lined himself up, slowly sinking in. Blissful moans harmonised between us, the rawness of him stretching me was unlike anything Iâd ever experienced and my quivering thighs wrapped around him, pushing him to the hilt. He secured his large hands on the soft flesh of my hips and held me in place as he slowly withdrew. I could feel him; feel every ridge and vein drag out and then in, out and in, over my most sensitive, intimate, area. The slick sounds of our intimacy began to echo around the room as he picked up speed, strong thighs working at a feverish pace. With every thrust he pushed against that one spot that made my legs jerk and eyes water, my arms almost giving out underneath me as the table rattled beneath my weight. With the ferocity of his pounding and the heightened sensitivity heâd curated between my legs only moments before, we both knew that neither of us would last long. The sounds of his ragged breaths and throaty moans alone had me clenching around him already, and I know my constricting muscles already had his hips stuttering as I sucked him in with every thrust.
âFuck (Y/n)- Youâre so fuckinâ tight-â
I chewed on my bottom lip as his desperate eyes met mine.
âOh yeah? Well I feel like youâre cock is in my fucking ribcage- oh fuck-â
He slipped one hand between us, his large palm resting on my lower belly as his thumb drew fast circles around my clit. The immediate contact on my bundle of nerves had my whole body quivering, the knot of an impending climax already starting to twist tighter and tighter in the depths of my core. The way that Dean fucked me into the motel room table was something that I would be able to feel deep in my soul for the rest of my life - my body and entire nervous system having never been worked in such a feral way before. Dean dropped forward and crushed my body into his - one large strong arm wrapped around my trembling body and kept me pressed against him as his head dropped to the crook of my neck. Soft lips pressed hot kisses against my shoulder, teeth gently nibbling the soft flesh as the coil wound and wound, the wave of orgasmic bliss rising higher and higher as my mind emptied, leaving behind only one thought.
Dean.
He was all consuming - all I could see, taste and smell. All I could feel. Oh God could I feel him; driving me to the brink of pure bliss as he frantically sped up - desperate to seek his own undoing as well as my own. One⌠two⌠three more fervid thrusts and the peak heâd helped me ascend to shattered around me as I practically screamed his name, the white-hot euphoria scorching my insides as I clamped like a vice around him.Â
âOh shit- (Y/n) I canât- fuck-â
I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth to mine as he came undone, spilling inside me as he worked through his own white-hot euphoria.Â
The kiss we shared evolved from hot and needy to soft and wanting - the sensation of hot cum running down the inside of my thigh and cooling against my skin being the only thing to pull me away. Dean continued to lean over me for a moment, looking down at me with an expression that told me he had so much he wanted to say. Instead, he looked down at his release now starting to pool on the floor beneath us, then to the books and laptop that had been thrown across the floor before turning back to face me with the most devilish grin on his face.
âYou know that this mess is all your fault, right?â
I scoffed.
âMy fault? How is it my fault?â
âBecause, sweetheartâŚâ he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and pushed lightly on the plastic bridge sitting on my nose.
âYou put on on those fucking glasses.â
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One Hell Of An Agent
Sam Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: After weird deaths start happening and your friend becomes a victim of it, two men appear at your door for questioning and your day turns into the weirdest you've ever lived.
Warnings: SMUT, size kink (if you squint), oral (f. recieving), big d sam (obviously), dean gets forgotten lmao, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), piv, tit sucking, sam is a sweetheart, pet names (doll, baby, beautiful), a bit of body insecurity but, as i said, sam is a gentleman, reader is shorter and overall smaller then sam, use of y/n, NOT PROOF READ, english isn't my first language (if i forgot anything TELL ME)
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WC: 6.1k
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It was supposed to be just another day where you went to work to get pennies in exchange for spending close to 12 hours in front of a computer screen, get back home to drink until you decided you should take a shower and sleep. Then repeat.
You, standing in your living room with a circle of kitchen salt around you and two men who were supposedly FBI agents holding shotguns and the ghost of an old woman trying to kill you, wasn't in your plans.
They both had arrived at your house in suits earlier that day, knocking on your door. You groaned and got up from the couch, leaving your beer bottle settled on the coffee table. Once you opened the door you widened your eyes at the two men standing there.
The taller one greeted himself first. He had a â almost â shoulder length brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. To say you were shocked at how handsome he looked was an understatement. The shorter one had deep green eyes and short hair, he was pretty too but his partnerâŚ
âHello, I'm Agent Page, this is my partner, Agent Plantâ He said, showing you his badge and nodding to Plant, him copying what his partner did.
You furrowed your eyebrows, recognizing the names from the Led Zeppelin band.
âPlant and Page as inâŚthe Led Zeppelin guys?â You questioned and they shared a look. The shorter one stepped foward, giving you a once over, clearly checking you out.
âJust a coincidence Ma'amâ He said, smiling at you and you nodded, still a bit skeptical.
You opened the door wider for them both to get in.
âCome in, please. Have a seatâ You said, gesturing to the couch and they sat besides each other. Page eyed the beer at the coffee table in front of him and you cringed.
âSorry, I wasn't expecting the FBI at my doorâ You chuckled lightly and took the beer bottle to the kitchen in the other room. When you came back, both their eyes were on you and you felt a bit intimidated.
âWellâŚwhy are the feds at my houseâŚ?â You asked, sitting at the armchair and resting your hands on your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers.
Page put his elbows on his knees, his fingers crossing in front of him as he leaned forward to talk closer to you. You took notice of his big frame wondering how someone could be soâŚwide?
âMissâŚâ
âY/Nâ You filled in the gap.
âMiss Y/Nâ He said, licking his lower lip with his tongue âWe are here to ask about the recent murders aroundâ
âOhâ You said. You knew well about one of the victims, a friend of yours. It had been a little over 2 weeks since her death but you always went with the mantra to keep going no matter what. At the memory of her you felt your throat restrict and you blinked back tears.
Page seemed to notice and put a gentle hand on your knee to comfort you. When you looked up he was smiling slightly and you calmed down.
âWe know Beth was your friend and we are sorry for your lossâ He said, squeezing your knee âBut we'd like to ask you some questions, if you don't mindâ
You nodded and looked between the both of them, taking a deep breath.
âYeahâŚyeah of courseâ You said and he nodded, pulling his hand away from you, the warmth still lingering where he had placed it.
âDid you notice any weird behaviors before your friend passed? Like she was distant, coldâŚ?â Plant asked and you made a face trying to remember anything. You recorded a night you two went out
âFive days or so before she diedâŚâ You started, turning your head down to stare at your fingers over your lap. âWe went to a bar near my house and she kept glancing behind her, nervous, on edge, as if something would jump her at any moment. When I asked her what was wrong she looked at me, terrified, grabbed her things and boltedâ
You sighed thinking you should've went with her now that she was gone.
âI tried calling, texting. Nothing. For those five days I didn't hear anything from her thenâŚthey called me announcing that she was goneâ You started tearing up again and closed your eyes to hold them back.
âShe didn't have anyone else, y'know, I should've been there for her, Iââ You choked on an inevitable sob and covered your face with your hands. Then you felt the taller man's hand on your knee again, his thumb stroking your leg.
âWe are truly sorry, it wasn't your faultâ He said, a voice so comforting and calm you felt it in your heart.
You took your hands away from your face and sniffed, letting out a slight chuckle. You felt a bit embarrassed to be crying in front of them both.
âI'm sorryâ You said and brushed your hair back with your hand âI think this was it. She was always a very quiet girl but sweet, caring, I couldn't think of anyone that would do this to herâ
The men nodded and looked at each other, a silent conversation you weren't a part of. You looked down to see Page's hand still on your knee and you smiled to yourself. What a nice fed.
"Thanks for the information Ma'am" Page said. When they looked back at you, he patted your knee lightly and got up with his partner. You stood up as well to accompany them to the door, them both behind you.
You opened the door and looked at them both going out, your gaze lingering longer on the taller one, looking him up and down.
They turned to you with a tiny card in his hand and gave it to you, your finger brushing against his.
âIf you remember anything, give us a call. Thank you for your timeâ He smiled warmly along with the green eyed Agent.
âWill do, thank you so muchâ You said, smiling back seeing them walk away to the Impala parked in front of your house.
You kept your gaze locked until they drove away, snapping you out of your daze getting back in your house and locked the door, smiling like an idiot at the image of the handsome guy you just met.
Inside the Impala, Dean kept glancing towards Sam, who had his face buried into the newpaper about the couple murders happening.
âDudeâ Dean finally said, a grin on his face. Sam looked up at him and made a questioning face at his side profile.
âWhat?â He asked
Dean laughed lightly and looked at his brother.
âShe was eating you with her eyesâ Dean said and at that Sam's full attention was on him, lowering the paper with a confused face.
âWho? Y/N?â He asked and Dean nodded. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. âDean, c'monâ He said.
âI'm serious, the look she gave you when we left, staring you up and down like a feastâ Dean laughed mischievously, looking for a couple seconds at Sam's shocked expression. âShe's pretty, y'know, if you don't want it, I'll have itâ
âShut up Deanâ He said but he couldn't help thinking about your looks towards him and the impulse he felt to comfort you with a hand on your leg when he realized you were upset.
Dean laughed and shook his head at the stubbornness of his brother, driving back to the cheap motel they were staying at.
Your day went by as usual, some couple more beers here, a whiskey there, some movie you had on the TV.
You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a couple hours until about 2AM when you heard a loud thud in your house and your entire body entered fight or flight mode.
You got up and kept your ears trained for any more sounds until you heard your stove, the gas being poured out in your house and the color drained from your face. What the hell?
You went into the kitchen and for sure the smell of the gas hit hard on your nose and you gagged.
Suddenly the door to the kitchen closed behind you and you jumped in shock. Your heart started ringing in your ears and your hands were trembling.
âHello?! Is anybody there?!â You asked, your voice shaking as you went to the door. Locked. You started to panic, were you crazy? Was this a dream?
There was a noise behind you and you turned, seeing the knife cabinet open and you glued yourself to the door, trying to get the lock open when a kitchen knife started to float up and towards you.
You screamed and banged at the door.
âHelp! Someone, please!â You screamed and the knife was plunged in the door, close to your head and your body fell back in the ground, tears rolling down your cheeks when everything stopped.
You slowly got up and tried to open the door. Success. You scrambled out of your kitchen and unlocked the front door, sprinting out of your house terrified.
You remembered the card the Agent gave you. You didn't know if it was okay to call him this late but you just almost died. You thought he could make an exception.
With trembling fingers, you dialed the number on your phone, putting it to your ear. Please pick up, please pick up.
âHello? Agent Page speaking, who is this?â He said with a gruff voice, he was definitely sleeping and you felt a bit bad for waking him up.
âAgent?â You practically whispered, your voice shaky with fear.
âY/N?â He recognized your voice and made a confused face, sitting up on the bed. âWhat's wrong?â
âIâ I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called Iââ You spoke fast, nervous. He took notice of that âSomething happenedâ You said simply.
âWe are on our wayâ He said and slipped on his shoes, already on outside clothes. He nudged Dean to wake him up. âHang in thereâ
âOkayâ You said in a whisper as he turned the call off, biting your thumbnail in order to stay calm in the circumstances.
Dean woke up to see Sam getting his bag ready in a frenze, a worried look in his younger brother's face.
âY/N called, something happened, she seemed stressed, let's goâ He said, throwing Dean his bag, the oldest groaning as he grabbed the keys for the Impala.
As they drove there, Sam couldn't help but get even more stressed the long it took for them to arrive. He wondered if you were okay, if you had gotten hurt, or worse. When they arrived, you were sitting on your porch, legs tucked close to your body as you shivered.
When you heard the noise of the car you got up. The two came out and you were a bit weirded out to see them in normal clothes but relieved nonetheless.
When they got closer you breathed out in relief, the taller of the two coming closer then Plant, grabbing your shoulders and eyeing you up and down, looking for any visible damage.
âAre you hurt? What happened?â He asked and you shook your head at the first question.
âI don't knowâŚIf I explain it I'll sound crazyâ You said
âOh, sweetheart, believe me, we know crazyâ The green eyed Agent said and you looked at him, the nickname foreign but you brushed it off.
âI was sleeping in my couch when I woke up with a loud bangâ You began. âI got up to see that my stove started leaking gas andâŚwhen I wnt to the kitchen, the doorâŚIt shut behind me, lockedâ You said, shakily and Page brushed his hand on your shoulder, the same way he had done to your knee earlier âI couldn't get out and a knife started to fucking float, it charged at me, caught the door and then it all justâŚstoppedâ
âI was able to leave my house andâŚcall youâ She said and looked into his eyes, the comforting gaze seeping into her. âI'm sorry, I know it's lateâ
âDon't bother, it's fine. Let's try and see how we can help you, okay?â He said
You looked at him, puzzled, tilting your head at him
âYou believe me?â You asked and he let out an aired laugh in amusement.
âWhat if I tell you we aren't truly FBI agentsâ He said.
âOhâ You widened your eyes and looked between the both of them, shameful smiles on their faces. âRightâ
âGet in, we will explain everything we can to youâ He said and you nodded getting inside your house.
After a couple minutes you learned that they were actually brothers, the tall one was named Sam and the shorter was Dean. They told you all about what they did, the family business, how real the supernatural was and tried to explain that you experienced something ghost-like.
You were absolutely dumbfounded as they said all that. It was hard to believe that, how is all of it real if you hadn't seen anything your whole life similar to what they explained to you? Just now?
âOkay soâŚyou both are likeâŚthe Ghostbusters?â But hotter. You noted, mentally.
âBasically, yeahâ Dean said.
You sat there with your hands over your face. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or cry at the situation.
The brothers walked around with the so called EMFs, machines you learned could sense the presence of ghosts.
You couldn't help but glance at Sam. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his hair falling around his face and from time to time he bit his lower lip.
You were entranced at how annoyingly handsome he was until loud beeping from Dean's EMF startled you.
Sam whooped his head towards him and they shared silent looks. Sam turned to his bag and got a shotgun out and you widened your eyes at him. He took notice of that.
âThey are loaded with rock salt, don't worryâ He said and you made a confused face. He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. âLet's sayâŚghosts don't like salt. Salt and iron are their weaknessesâ He said and you hummed in acknowledgement getting up and going to your fireplace to get an iron rod.
Sam stared at you as you walked back to him and you shrugged.
âIt's iron, you said it could keep them at bayâ You said and he nodded.
A loud noise startled all of you, in the kitchen, where Dean was the closest to and he cooked his gun, Sam doing the same and protecting you with his body.
âStay behind meâ He murmured to you and you nodded, iron rod in your hand prepared for any attack.
âCome on you son of a bitch!â Dean said and, as if on cue, the ghost of an old lady appeared in your kitchen and you gasped, recognizing her immediately.
âMrs. Greene?â You whispered and apparently she heard you because in a moment she was there and in the other she was behind you.
âY/N, watch out!â Sam yelled in front of you and you turned around, swinging your weapon and making her vanish for a couple of moments.
You were breathing heavily, your ears ringing until Sam snapped you out of your daze, turning you around by grabbing at your arm.
âAre you okay?â He asked, concern laced in his voice as he gave you a once over.
âYeah, I thinkâ You replied and Dean appeared as quick as possible making a circle of salt around you and Sam stepped out of it, letting your arm go.
âYou need to stay there, she can't get you because of the saltâ Dean said.
âYou know her?â Sam asked and you looked at him, nodding.
âShe was Beth's mother. Died in a car accident thatâŚmy father caused. Me and Beth bonded through their deaths but I guess her mom didn't really approve of thatâ You said, smiling sadly to yourself.
âWhere is she buried?â Dean questioned.
âThe cemetery near the only church in town. About 5 miles from hereâ You replied and Dean gave Sam a quick nod as he got his bag and gave his brother extra ammunition.
âI'll go do the dirty job, you, protect her, make sure that bitch doesn't kill herâ Dean said as he went out the door, shutting it behind him.
You sat on the ground, in the middle of the salt circle, mindlessly playing with the iron rod in your hand. Sam looked down at you. You looked more than upset, understandably.
âEverything is going to be okayâ He reassured you and you looked at him with a gentle smile. Until you weren't smiling anymore and instead was looking behind him.
âSam, behind you!â You said, getting up again and he turned shooting the ghost and she reappeared behind you, outside of the circle.
You turned around, shaking and lifting your weapon at her. She looked down at the salt circle and the creepiest smile you've ever seen opens up in her face, sending shivers down your spine.
Suddenly the windows broke open and a strong gust of wind came in with full force. You covered your head to protect it from the glass until you looked down and the salt circle was broken around you.
Your heart dropped as she started approaching you and Sam shot her again from behind you.
To your dismay, she was behind him again, and before you could warn him about her she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against a wall.
âSam!â You screamed and she turned to you again, slowly walking towards your frame and you backed away, the iron rod propped in front of you protectively.
She knocked the rod out of your hand and you looked desperately at it on the ground.
Your back pressed against the wall and you closed your eyes, preparing for your death when she started screaming and you opened your eyes.
She was quite literally burning right in front of you, with her hands reaching for your throat until she was just gone, no burn marks on your ground, weirdly, and her desperation echoed through the house.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your heart beating in your ears. You heard a groan and remembered Sam was basically knocked out on the other side of the room.
You rushed to him and kneeled down besides him with a hand on his cheek and the other in one of his knee.
âSam, are you okay?â You asked as he slowly opened his eyes. When he seemed to retrieve consciousness again he breathed in deeply and scrambled to get up but you held him down by putting a hand on his chest.
âHey, hey, it's okay, she'sâŚgone, I guessâ You said and he focused his eyes on yours when you smiled. You felt your face heat up at the look he was giving you until Dean barged in through the front door, whistling at the mess.
He looked towards both of you on the ground and made a face, holding back a smirk.
âBurned her upâŚAm I interrupting something?â Dean asked playfully and you felt a tad of embarrassment, helping Sam get up with a grunt.
They started to gather their stuff and you wondered how the hell you were going to clean up your whole house. Glass and salt everywhere, a hole on the wall where Sam was thrown at.
When they were all done you got each a beer. They tried to deny it but you insisted, claiming it was a thank you treat for saving your life.
You finished all your drinks, throwing the bottles away and you walked them to the door, the Impala parked in front of your house. They got out and stood outside as you smiled at them.
âThank you, again, really, you both saved my lifeâ You said.
âIt's nothing, really, we do this everydayâ Dean said with a dismissive wave. âI'm going to load the carâ Dean said, giving Sam a pat on the back and a look you didn't understand but apparently Sam did, since he gave a deep breath and a practically death glare at his brother, his chest going up and down.
âSoâŚâ He started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
âSo?â You nudged, smiling up at him and biting your lower lip. His eyes stared at your mouth and you felt small under his gaze.
âYou were amazing back there, you know?â He said, crossing his arms in front of him and smiling. âYou knew what to do, few people can do what you didâ
He complimented and you looked down, smiling like an idiot. Heâs so sweet.
âOh I justâŚwent by logic I guess, nothing much. You said iron and I reached for ironâ You said, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up again.
âYeahâŚâ He said, looking from your eyes to your mouth and back up again. You decided to be a bit brave and got into your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, holding on his shoulder for support.
When you pulled back he didn't pull away and one of his hands cupped your cheek, looking between your eyes when he leaned into you, his lips against yours in a light kiss.
You responded almost immediately, your hand going to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and he placed his hands on your waist. You reluctantly pulled away with a hum, dazed by the kiss with your eyes still closed.
When you opened them his eyes were on your face and you felt warm again. He pulled you back in your house and you giggled in surprise when he closed the door, his hand still holding you.
âWhat about your brother?â You said as he turned his attention back to you, a smirk on his face when he squeezed your waist. He leaned in closer and you held your breath.
âHe can waitâ He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, this time more intensely then before and you hummed, burying your hand on his hair while the other stroked his chest.
You started taking his jacket off when you stopped and pulled away.
âIs this okay? I mean I'm totally finââ He cut you off with another mind blowing kiss and you gasped.
He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the ground and clasping your face in both his hands.
âDoes this answer your question?â He smiled teasingly and you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss his lips again and his hands grabbed your hips in response.
He brushed his tongue against your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him explore it, moaning lowly against his mouth.
He lowered his hands to the back of your thighs, not breaking the kiss, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you yelped in his mouth.
You noted he was big, you just didn't know he was this strong, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing.
He walked to the kitchen and placed you on the counter, his hands going under your shirt and experimenting with his touches on your bare skin.
You whimpered, shivers running through your whole body as his big hands roamed through your burning skin.
You pulled away, your forehead touching his, a whispered âFuckâ coming out of your lips. Your hands went to the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, leaving your torso bare besides your bra.
Sam drank you in, his adam apple bobbing when he swallowed and you felt embarrassed under his strong gaze, your hands slowly coming to wrap themselves around your stomach.
He held your wrists gently, pulling them away from you and his hands went up and down your arms.
âDon't hide from me, you're beautifulâ He whispered and started to leave kisses down your neck, nibbling and biting where he noticed you liked the best with the noises leaving your mouth.
Your hand wrapped in his hair to pull him back to your lips, his kisses addicting like a drug.
He pulled away again to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his defined torso and your jaw physically dropped at the sight. He had some scars, some pale, old, others a pink tone, more recent but it just made him look even better, showing how much he had lived through. He chuckled at your reaction and settled his hands on your hips again, gently squeezing.
âSee something you like?â He teased and you closed your mouth, your hands reaching slowly to touch his bare chest. He gasped at your feather-like touch on his tanned skin and you looked at him again, his eyes dark with desire.
âYou'reâŚstunning, likeâ I knew you wereâŚmuscularâŚfrom the get go but you'reâŚâ You trailed off and he chuckled, a bit embarrassed and leaned down to crash his lips against yours again.
His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, helping you take it off and toss it on the ground along with the rest of your clothes.
His hands came to the front and grabbed at both your breasts, squeezing them and making you moan into his mouth. His fingers teased at your hardened nipples and you arched into his touch.
His mouth started trailing down towards your neck, your collarbone, until he got to the valley of your breasts and looked up at you. Your mouth was open, eyes hazed and deep breaths were making your chest go up and down. What a sight.
He closed his mouth into one of your nipples and you whined, the warmth of his tongue circling around it making you grasp at his locks with a certain strength that made him groan around your skin. His fingers teased the other breast until he switched sides, feasting on your breasts.
âSamâŚâ You gasped his name and he hummed in acknowledgement of your plea, pulling away from your breast with a smile. âPleaseâ
He gave your lips a peck and went down your body again, leaving open mouthed kisses down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your jeans and looked at you again, asking for permission and you nodded at him.
His fingers popped open the button of your pants and opened the zipper. You lifted your hips to help him pull the clothing off and he dragged it down your legs slowly, drinking you in.
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his hungry gaze on your frame when his eyes noticed your soaked underwear.
He discarded your pants and ran his hands up your legs, his look never leaving your covered pussy. His hands stopped at your thighs as squeezed the flesh and you closed your legs instinctively.
He looked up at you and pried your legs open with his hands.
âWhat did I say about hiding from me?â He said, his tone deep and dominant making you swallow a whine as you spread your legs wider and he settled between them with a smirk.
He kissed your covered sex and you let out a low moan, his mouth traveled to your inner thighs, biting and kissing at the flesh, driving you insane.
âPleaseâŚâ You begged, grabbing at his hair and he hummed.
âSo desperateâ He said against your skin, grasping your panties and pulling them down. You gasped at the cold air hitting your dripping core and he groaned at the sight.
He cupped your whole cunt with his hand, making your hips buck up into his touch and a low moan left your throat.
âBeautifulâ He whispered and gave your thigh one last kiss. âTell me if it's too much, okay?â He said and your heart melted.
âOkayâ You breathed out and he smiled up at you. He took his hand away and you almost frowned when his lips wrapped around your clit and you moaned, bucking your hips against his mouth.
He smirked against you and put one hand over your hips to hold you still as he did wonders against your cunt. His tongue eating you out as if you were his last meal, ripping loud moans from your throat.
âOh, fuckâ You moaned, pulling at his hair âSamâ Godâ He hummed and groaned against your pussy sending jolts of pleasure through you.
He teased your hole with his finger, slowly entering you and stretching you out, hooking up and rubbing right at that spot and you moaned loudly.
âJesus, fuck, right thereâ Shitâ A string of curses left your mouth and he grinned proudly, adding another finger to your torture, making you cry out, his name slipping out of your lips.
You felt the knot inside of you tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers and Sam knew you were about to cum.
âCum for me, dollâ He said and quickened his movements against you and your moans got louder.
âFuck!â You groaned loudly as you finally came against his lips, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, your eyes closing in bliss, your fingers tightening in Sam's hair.
He helped you ride your orgams until the stimulation got almost painful and you started to try and close your legs.
âT'much, Samââ You moaned and he pulled away, your juices shining against his face as he got up from his knees and grasped your waist tightly, smashing his lips against you, the foreign taste of yourself lingering on his tongue as he attacked your mouth.
âTaste as sweet as you lookâ He praises and you smirked.
You glance down at his still covered legs and crotch, the tent in his pants looked almost painful and you bit your lip. He noticed that and took you in his arms again, wrapping your legs around his hips, making your sensitive core grind against his jeans and you whined.
âAs much as I'd like to bend you over that table and fuck you senselessâ He said, getting closer to your ear and whispering: âI want to fuck you on a bed to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cumâ
You shivered, not expecting these words coming out of his mouth and you attacked his neck with kisses and bites.
âMy bedroom is down the hall, on the rightâ You mumbled against his skin, breathless, and he carried you to the room, his hands squeezing and digging in your ass as you continued marking his skin.
He gently placed you on the bed, kissing your lips hungrily and you led one of your hands down to his crotch, palming him through his jeans and he pulled away from your lips to groan, his forehead against yours.
âFuck me, Samâ You breathed out and he kissed you one last time before standing up and unbuckling his belt and opening his zipper, dropping his pants to the ground and taking off his shoes.
You were staring, eating him with your eyes as he took off his boxers teasingly slow, stepping out of them and looking at your face for a reaction.
Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched around nothing. He was big. You expected him to be large, he was tall after all but you still were very shocked and wondered if you'd be able to take it all.
Sam seemed to notice your worries and grasped your chin to give your lips a comforting kiss. He wasn't cocky but he was aware of his size and knew it could be intimidating.
âWe'll go slow, baby, if you want to stop, just sayâ He assured you and you felt all fuzzy and warm on the inside. It was hard to find men that actually cared and it seemed like you hit the jackpot with Sam. You nodded and he crawled over you, smashing your lips against his again.
He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times and lined it up with your entrance making you whine in anticipation. He slowly pushed into you and you pulled away to let your mouth hang open in a soundless moan.
Sam made sure to distract you from the pain, rubbing your thighs up and down and kissing your neck and collarbones. It took everything inside him to not pound into you. You tightened around him deliciously and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.
âYou feel so fucking good Y/N, Godâ He whisper-moaned against your ear and you hummed, your nails digging into his shoulders, definetly leaving marks to remind him for a couple days of this encounter.
âI feel so full, it feels so goodâ You moaned breathy as he was almost all the way inside you, his kisses soothing your hot skin, his fingernails marking your hips as he held back to let you adjust to his size once he was all the way inside.
You felt him in your throat and it took you a couple of moments to let the pain turn into pleasure and Sam was willing to wait as long as you needed.
When you finally stopped feeling the pain of the stretch you wiggled your hips against his cock and grabbed his cheek to give him a messy kiss.
âYou can move, pleaseâ You said and he pulled back and forth, both of you moaning at the feeling, his dick hitting deeper than you thought was possible.
âY/Nâ Sam moans against your shoulder, his strokes inside you making his whole body tremble with the tightness. His hand roams down your body until it reaches your lower stomach. He presses his hand down against your skin and you moan loudly. He grins, his breathing heavy as his hair makes a curtain around his face.
âOhâ fucking God!â You practically scream, your eyes rolling back as your nails scratch at his shoulder. He felt impossibly deeper and he quickened his thrusts, your whole body going limp and your mouth letting out incoherent babbles and moans of his name.
He was panting as he held himself up in his elbows to look at your fucked out face, kissing your cheeks and your lower lip.
âYou look so pretty like thisâ He said against your skin as he kept his thrusts steady and deep. "I told you I wanted to look at your pretty face...when you came undone under me."
You felt your skin tingle, your body trembling and that familiar feeling on the pit of your stomach like a fire lighting up.
"The looks you were giving me..." He groaned against your skin, his hips sttutering as his orgasm came closer "I wanted to make those beautiful eyes roll back the moment I saw you" He admitted, giving your neck a harsh bite, definetly leaving a mark.
âSam!â You moaned out, your hand tangling itself into his hair. âI'm cummingâ You warned and he quickened his pace and your head shot back, exposing your throat to him.
âCum for me beautifulâ He said, leaving a hickey just below your jaw.
You unraveled below him with a loud moan of his name, your heels digging into his ass. A few more thrusts and Sam pulled out, stroking his cock one, two, three times until he came over your stomach, groaning and panting your name.
You looked at his face, sweat sticking some hairs on his face, his eyes closed, mouth agape and his hair a mess thanks to your hands.
You smiled in a daze and traced your fingers over his face and he opened his eyes, catching you already looking back at him. He leaned down and kissed you passionately for a couple seconds until he pulled away and stood up to go to your bathroom.
He came back with a wet towel to clean you up, gentle in your sensitive sex then he left the towel on the bathroom sink and layed down on the bed beside you again, pulling you into his chest and kissing the crown of your head.
You hummed as he wrapped his arms around you, massaging your sore muscles.
âThat wasâŚâ You said, not finishing. No words were able to describe what you felt.
âYeah, it wasâ He confirmed, smiling.
You snuggled into his chest, your hand tracing mindless patterns against his skin. Then you started to chuckle and he looked down at you.
âWhat?â He said with a hint of a laugh behind his tone.
âYour brother must be pissedâ You said between laughs and he started to laugh too, feeling his chest vibrating against your cheek as his hand stroked your upper arm.
âI don't care, this, you, was worth itâ He said and you looked up at him with a shy smile, not knowing what else to say.
After a while of silence between the two of you you started to think a bit.
âYou're leaving town soon, right?â You asked and he hummed an affirmation. You hid your frown from him. âYou're welcome back anytime, you know that, right?"
You said but didn't look at his face when you felt him looking down at you and he squeezed your arm as if to say I know.
You started to fall asleep against his steady breathing, your eyes heavy.
As you were almost sleeping you felt him leave a kiss on your forehead.
âI willâ He whispered and you smiled to yourself, letting yourself fall asleep in his embrace.
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stitches | d.w.
synopsis:Â dean texts you for help, and you drop everything for him.
requested by: @dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy
pairing:Â pre-series!dean winchester x reader
word count:Â 1.6k+
warnings:Â fluff, some angst, john winchester, blood, wounds/injury, stitching up wounds, typical spn series warnings. no use of y/n, no pronouns used!
a/n:Â if john winchester has no haters, i'm dead <33 also, it's currently 12am, so if the editing is a little wonky, pls forgive me
You gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white as you navigated through the torrential downpour hammering down around you and your car. The rain was relentless, blinding you as it pounded against the windshield. The smell of wet asphalt filled your car as the tires slipped on the rain-soaked road. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears â a mixture of adrenaline from trying to avoid a horrific car wreck and anxiety from the message still illuminating your car in a dim light.
I need your help.
It wasnât a message you were expecting. Normally, in your line of work, pleas for help came in the form of a frantic phone call or a scream in the dark. They never came in the form of a random text message.
And they never came from Dean Winchester.
You were having a relatively normal night, working a case and staking out a couple of vamps, when your phone buzzed with several messages from Dean. First, he asked if you were busy. Then, he asked if you were nearby. Moments later, he sent you an address to a motel. Then, came the message that caused you to leave the stakeout completely and go frantically speeding down the road.
Your tires screeched as you rounded a corner. The neon light of the motel soon appeared ahead, its reflection dancing across the many puddles on the asphalt. You pulled into the first parking spot you saw and stepped out of your car. The rain immediately soaked you to the bone, wetting your hair and your clothes, sending a chill through you, but you couldn't find yourself caring as your eyes scanned for Dean's room number.
The motel was rather seedy-looking â more so than normal. The wooden palings were splitting, and the paint was chipping off the trimmings and walls. There wasn't any other car in sight. You wondered just how bad things were if Dean had found himself in a place like this.
Once you found his room, you practically ran over to the door and threw it open, not bothering to knock. Your eyes immediately landed on Dean, who sat on the edge of one of the beds, his back to you. A wave of relief washed over you â he was alive â but the sight of his tense shoulders and the untouched beer bottle in his hand kept your anxiety simmering.
You closed the door behind you and took off your saturated jacket, leaving it next to Dean's leather one.
"Hey," you said with a sigh, "You okay?"
Dean responded with a curt nod but said nothing more. You stepped closer to him and placed your hand gently on his shoulder. He flinched at the touch, and you felt a pang in your chest. When you finally got close enough, you quickly scanned his face. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual, and his normally sharp gaze was clouded with exhaustion. HIs hair was wet and spiky, and his lip trembled from the cold.
Your eyes continued to trail down to his side, where his shirt clung to his skin, dark and wet with blood. Three jagged and deep gashes spread across Dean's side. His shirt was torn.
Your eyes widened as panic once again surged through you. You frantically looked around for anything you could use to stop the bleeding. You grabbed the first towel you could get your hands on and pressed it to his side, grimacing when Dean winced in pain.
"Jesus, Dean. What the hell happened?"
"Werewolf," he gritted out.
"I think you're gonna need stitches."
There was no first aid kit in sight, so your mind began running through alternatives. You could go to the front desk and ask if there were any supplies, but asking for anything more than a simple band-aid would cause suspicion, and the last thing you needed was someone knocking on the door asking too many questions.
You could use dental floss. You had known plenty of hunters that used it in the past and not had a problem, but you weren't sure there were any needlesâŚ
"There's a sewing kit in the bathroom."
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "You read my mind."
âOne of my many talents.âÂ
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Needle, thread, dental floss, tissues, water. You looked over the supplies in front of you, mind racing at a million miles an hour. Despite being a hunter yourself, you werenât exactly a natural when it came to stitching wounds and performing first aid. In fact, the sight of too much blood caused your head to throb and your legs to go numb.
Dean had already taken off his shirt, leaving you to see the full extent of his injuries. The gashes started at the top of his ribs and curled around to his left shoulder blade. Blood continued to trail down his back, causing your mouth to go dry. Pins and needles tingled your toes, and the room began to spinâŚ
You shook off your thoughts and shifted your weight between your two feet, hoping to get some blood flow back there. You put your thoughts and discomfort behind you and prepared to begin.Â
âThis isnât gonna feel great,â you said, trying to control the shake in your voice.Â
âNot my first time,â he replied.Â
You grabbed the needle and thread, and â with shaky hands â tried your best to thread the cotton through the eye. You sat behind him, deciding to start around his shoulder. With a damp cloth, you tried your best to clean around the area, whispering apologies whenever Dean flinched.Â
âWhat happened?â you asked quietly, using your gentlest touch to guide the needle through.Â
âI told you,â he said through gritted teeth, âwerewolf.â
âYeah, I know, butâŚâ you trailed off. âWhereâs your dad?âÂ
Dean clenched his jaw, and you immediately knew you had touched on a rough subject. Throughout the time that you had known Dean, you had learnt his relationship with his father was far from healthy. John Winchester was not your favourite person in the world. In fact, you and Dean had gotten into plenty of arguments about him in the past.Â
âHeâs not here.â
âThatâs not what I meant,â you said, continuing your stitching. âWhy isnât he here?â
âDo we have to do thisâ?â
â--Yes.â
Dean sighed, scrubbing his hand down his face. The anger and tension radiating off him was palpable, his shoulders were tense and his breathing was heavy. You finished stitching the first gash, and tied the thread off with a neat little knot. Instead of immediately moving on to the next one, you moved around and knelt in front of Dean so you were eye level. You placed a hand on his right knee and traced gentle circles into his skin with your thumb. You raised your eyebrows, sending him a look that was simultaneously stern and empathetic.
You just wanted to know he was okay.
âWeâd been stakinâ out the thing for weeks,â Dean began. âWe finally pinpointed it to this boathouse. Dad was sure that it was in there, so he sent me in first to sweep the area.â
âAndâŚ?â
âTurns out it was a lot smarter than we thought,â Dean said, a dejected smile on his lips. âIt was waitinâ there for us. Dad knew, but I didnât.âÂ
âThen why did he send you in there?â
Dean shrugged. âCouldnât tell you. But the thing had me on the ground before I even realized what was goinâ on. Put itâs claws in me and ran.â
You shuddered.Â
âDad didnât stay,â Dean continued. âThe second he realised it jumped ship, he went too. Left me with my phone and wallet⌠I walked here.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
If Deanâs anger was palpable, you were damn-near irate. You pressed your lips together, trying to control yourself from spewing all sorts of profanities. If you had it your way, you would have marched your way up to John Winchester and given him what for. You would have knocked his lights out if Dean had let you.Â
You stood and pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes.
"He â you? God!"
"Alright hot-head, calm down."
"No, I will not calm down!" You spun on your heel, turning to face him again. "Your own father left you for dead!"
"He's done worse."
You laughed bitterly. "That doesn't surprise me."
"Alright," Dean sighed, raising a hand to stop your tirade. "I'm okay! I'm still here, aren't I?"
"Oh yeah, you're the pinnacle of okay."
"Your sarcasm isn't helping."
You shook your head. Angry tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were too stubborn to let them fall.
"I just wish you would understand that you deserve better," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "You could leave his ass behind any time you like -"
"Oh yeah? And then what?"
You paused, and looked down to your feet.Â
"You could come with me?"Â
For half a second, Dean smiled. âYou and I would kill each other in half an hour.âÂ
He was right â but youâd never let him admit it.Â
âWhyâd you text me then?â You asked. âIf weâre just gonna kill one anotherââ
Dean shot you a pointed look.Â
ââ Iâm serious.â You said.Â
Dean stood up with a groan and walked over to you. You stood with your arms crossed, a slight frown creasing your brow. Nothing could be heard but the rain that battered against the windows and the thundering of your own heartbeat in your ears.Â
Dean tucked a strand of your wet hair behind your ear, âYouâre the first one I thought of⌠The only one I wanted here.âÂ
A blush crept onto your cheeks and you shook your head fondly. âYouâre fantastic at changing the subject.âÂ
Dean winked, but his smooth-talking was soon replaced by a painful scowl.Â
âLetâs finish this up later, shall we? Iâd rather not bleed to death.âÂ
You helped Dean back to the bed and prepared to finish stitching him up. You knew this was far from over â with Dean, it never was â but for now, you would focus on the rain that pattered against the roof and the relief that Dean was with you, safe.Â
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ęŞŕ§ LITTLE HELP GOES A LONG WAY.
ŕŠŕ§ . . . dean winchester x female!reader.
ᯠwhere you accidentally give dean a hard on during a hunt.
warning(s) sexual tensionâstrong languageâsex innuendosâimplied smut. đź he's been running on my mind all day and i needed to let my thoughts run wild. so enjoy â you'll definitely thank me later! eighteen plus! adult content | minors do NOT interact.
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the hunt had taken an unexpected turn, leaving you and dean pressed up against each other, your back flush against his chest. you shifted slightly, trying to get a better vantage point, when you felt dean's grip tighten on your hips, holding you in place.
"deanâ" you began to ask, but the words died on your lips as you felt something hard pressing against you from behind. your eyes widened in realization, heat creeping up your face.
"shit, sweetheart, i'm so sorry," dean murmured, his voice strained. "i didn't mean for that to happen."
you whisper to dean in his ear, "we'll deal with this after the hunt, okay?"
he nodded mutely, your heart racing, already imagining ways to help him with his... situation. a small smile plays on your lips as he replied, "you're the best," he murmurs, hearing the mix of relief and anticipation in his voice.
"of course, dean. i've got you."
dean let out a shaky breath, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly.
with that, the two of you turned your focus back to the hunt, both eagerly awaiting the chance to properly address the growing tension between you.
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FIRST TIME
PAIRING : teenage!dean winchester x teenage!fem!reader (au)
SUMMARY : reader finally decides to give her virginity to dean
WARNINGS : young love. fluff. smut. horniness. cunnilingus. fingering. under-aged sex. rough sex. semi-pubic sex. unprotected p in v. aftercare. attentive dean. strong language. praise kink.
A/N : this oneshot is a prequal to homework [if you haven't read it yet, go check it out!] thank you to everyone who's read and supported it, it means the world. i plan on making a few more oneshots (that could be read on its own) in this universe. let me know what you think đ
Your eight-month anniversary with Dean was today. In a (good) way, it felt longer. Growing up, you were taught to respect your body. You were told to wait for marriage before having a man worship at your temple. It was "the best gift you could give your husband," at least that's what they said. Until now, you haven't had a problem waiting. Sure, you had urges from time to time like any teenager, but no one had made you feel how you felt with Dean.
The longer you spent with him, the more you craved. It wasn't just his physical attributes but his personality, too. Every exchange of words, every shared moment, and every heartfelt conversation only entrenched your love even further. It was the way he protected you, cared for you, and loved you that made you feel safe. Until you, he had no interest in dating. Why would he when all he wanted from girls was something they offered him freely?
You had been the first girl ever to deny him, and that's what drew him in. He wasn't looking for a relationship, but hearing the word 'no' intrigued him. Suddenly, finding ways to get your attention was his priority. Whether it was meeting you at your locker every morning with flowers, seeing you after school to offer you a ride home, or even cornering your best friend for help winning you over, he didn't stop. It wasn't until you overhead your peers discuss how Dean dismissed any girl who engaged with him that you took him seriously.
And there he was again, at your locker, with the brightest bouquet of tulips, your favorite. His charming smile beams towards you, filling you with joy from across the hall. Students pass by, talking amongst themselves about you. "Watch, she's going to blow him off again." "How could she do that? He's so hot." "He's only trying to win her over to get in her pants. She's not even that cute." Even though it wasn't in your nature to ignore them, you chose not to cause a scene, not with them anyway.
A smile lit up your face as you focused on Dean. "Hey," You greet once you're standing before him.
"Hey, beautiful," You couldn't help but blush at the pet name, loving how it sounded coming from his mouth.
He hands you the flowers, and you happily accept them. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He leans against the locker beside yours, watching you open your own. You inhaled the bouquet before gently placing the tulips inside. "I'm sure I know the answer to this, but would you like to go out sometime?"
You close your locker and stare into his dreamy eyes as you reply, "I'd love to."
His face lit up like a kid on Christmas. It seemed he was ready for you to turn him down again, and as much as he wanted, he didn't expect you to say yes. He leaned away from the lockers as a smile stretched across his face. His infectious smile brought one of your own. You always imagined saying those words to him, and now that you did, it was better than you had dreamed it would be.
"Really? T-that's great! Does tonight work?"
"Yeah, tonight's perfect."
"Awesome, I'll pick you up at eight."
You weren't a bold person, but you couldn't resist standing on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. Your hand rests against his arm, maintaining your balance as your lips press against his face. Even though your gesture was small, he closed his eyes and enjoyed your lingering kiss. You slowly pull away and lean back on your heels. The passing crowd seemed to still at the publicly displayed affection. Hush conversations began as everyone gawked at you two. Before doubt could seep in, Dean grasped your attention.
"Don't listen to them."
You nodded, listening to his words and ignoring the others. "I'll see you tonight."
The Impala comes to a soft halt in the middle of the grassy field like it did all those nights ago. A smile appears when you realize he's recreating your first date. Dean had taken you to his favorite diner in town as the sun had set before coming here. The pur of the engine ceases, and his door creaks open. You've learned over the months to wait for your boyfriend rather than exiting Baby by yourself. Despite your protests, he insisted on being the gentleman his parents raised him to be, someone he was, only with you.
Dean helps you onto the hood, then joins. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. Your backs lean against the windshield, heads tilted towards the night sky. Stars litter the dark canvas above, shining as bright as the first time he brought you. A warm breeze blew through the trees, over the open field, and towards the Impala. Crickets play their song as the rustle of leaves hum from afar. It was a scene out of a romance novel.
A content smile found its home on your face. You didn't need to talk to feel comfortable with him and were confident he felt the same. Being in his presence alone filled you with a sense of safety. Dean has had his share of fights defending you, whether you wanted him to or not. He never gave you a reason to doubt him, and you knew deep in your soul that wouldn't change. That's why you decided tonight was the night you'd give yourself to him completely.
Tearing your gaze from the stars, you direct your admiration towards your boyfriend. Feeling your stare, he turns his undivided attention towards you. You lean forward and connect your lips with his. He doesn't waste a moment to kiss you back with just as much passion. His hand runs through your hair, sending tingling sensations across your scalp. You breathe him in, quickly accepting his tongue. He leans over your body, deepening the kiss. Eager for more, you push him back against the windshield and straddle his hips. Your ass grinds against his lap, and he pulls your hair, breaking the kiss, only to attach his mouth to your neck.
Small moans escape your peppered throat, the light breeze carrying them away. The feeling of Dean's growing member rubbing against your entrance made you apathetic toward the marks he was leaving behind. You'd happily deal with the evidence later. Your eyes squeeze shut as the friction becomes overwhelming. Shallow breaths leave your lungs as tension quickly builds in the pit of your stomach.
With one hand on the back of your head and the other at the bottom of your spine, he lays you across on the hood. He hovers over your body before continuing the actions from before. Dean harshly rubs his bulging jeans against yours, and your legs wrap around his hips to pull him closer. Your body clings to his, only encouraging him to grind harder. Desperation gets the best of you when your walls clench around nothing.
"I need you," You breathe out.
Dean stops his movements and stares into your eyes, asking, "What?"
"I need youâI want you."
"A-are you sure?" He inquires as he rises to a seated position.
"Yes, D." You sit too and reassure him. "I've been thinking about it for a while now. What better time than on our anniversary?"
He hesitates but says, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I didn't expectâI would've planned it out if I knew you were ready. I imagined our first timeâyour first timeâto be perfect. Not in the back seat of my car; You mean so much more than that."
"I know, but it can still be perfect."
"How?"
"Well..." You take his hand in yours, squeezing gently. "I think losing my virginity to the boy I love under the stars sounds pretty perfect to me."
"That sounds great, but the 'where' part is still an issue."
You glance around your surroundings before settling with, "Right here."
His eyebrows draw together. "On the hood?"
"Beats the backseat for my first time. And, I don't know, having sex on the hood of the Impala sounds sexier."
A dry chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head. "Does it now?"
"Mhm," You hum as you scoot closer.
He inhales sharply once you gently press your lips against his throat, instantly finding his sweet spot. Because your relationship hadn't gone further than second base, you both had gotten pretty good at teasing each other. You had to admit, there were a few times when you almost caved out of sheer lust. But tonight was different: you were ready. A grin plays on your lips as your other hand trails down to his tightening jeans. Groans fall from his mouth as you palm his erection and sink your teeth into his sensitive skin.
Your hand undoes his pants, and before you can slip your hand in, he lays you back down. His lips capture yours, and you quickly move in sync. You pull his shirt up, hinting you wanted it off. He complies and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the ground. As he kneels in front of you, you pull his jeans down and see his boner through the fabric of his boxers.
After discarding his pants, he reaches for yours to peel them off. As he did that, you quickly took your shirt off. You were both now in your undergarments, staring hungrily at one another. He hovers over you and kisses down your neck towards your chest. Your body goes hot, growing hornier by the second. His fingers drag the straps of your bra off your shoulders as his mouth places wet kisses on the top of your breasts. You arch your back, giving him access to unhook your bra.
The outline of his cock presses into your clit, distracting you from your unruly thoughts. His warm tongue finds your left nipple, licking it before taking it into his mouth and gently sucking. He doesn't leave the right one unoccupied for long. His fingers lightly pinch and twist your hardened nipple. You close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure his mouth, fingers, and dick are creating. The intensity of his member grinding against your clit and the stimulation of both your nipples were driving you to the edge. Suddenly, his mouth unlatches itself from you, causing you to open your eyes in confusion.
Dean's large hands run down your thighs, sending goosebumps along your skin. His fingers loop around the waistband of your underwear, and before he goes further, he silently asks if it's okay. You nod and watch as he pries your soaked panties from your body. Instinctively, you try closing your legs, feeling insecure. Flush ran throughout your entire body. You had never been this intimate with someone, and it was frightening. He detects your lack of confidence and promptly makes you feel comfortable.
"You're so beautiful." He praises. "So much better than I ever imagined."
His fingertips lightly ran over your skin as if he were afraid to hurt you. They cupped the back of your knees and gently lifted until they bent. Dean slowly kisses down your thighs, and between each peck, he compliments you. You feel your insecurity disappear the closer he gets to your most intimate area. Without wasting another moment, his face devours your pussy as if he were a starved man. You arch your back as he licks your cunt clean, skillfully working through your folds. Your eyes roll back once his nose presses against your clit. Before you knew what was happening, you came all over his tongue.
"Oh, God," you pant with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean toâI didn't know I was gonna cum so fast."
Dean lifts his head from between your thighs, the area around his mouth glossy with your juice. "Don't ever apologize, you got it?" After you nod, he dips down again, slurping up every last trace of your arousal, humming, "You taste so fucking good, princess."
You tug at his hair, squirming underneath his face. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves, rubbing it in circles, making your body unexpectedly jerk. You watch as he removes his countenance and trails kisses up your body. He lays on his side next to you before tucking his arm around your shoulders. The beating of your heart quickens as he applies the right amount of pressure you didn't know your clit needed. Your hips buck upwards while a whine slips past your lips, wanting more.
His fingers travel further down, running through your glistening folds. You knew what came next, the anticipation deafening. Slowly, he slides his index finger inside you. A content sigh falls from your mouth, enjoying how his digit drives in and out of your cunt. Dean sees your pleased and lazy smile, and a smirk emerges on his lips before adding another finger. You inhale deeply, feeling the difference between one and two fingers. It doesn't take long before his thick fingers pleasure you once again.
You bite your lip to stifle your moans, not wanting to annoy your boyfriend with your uncontrollable squeals. He notices and mumbles against the side of your mouth, "Let it out, princess. I want to hear every little sound you make."
That was all you needed to hear. Dean's fingers worked faster, taking you near the edge, and your moans told him so. They grow louder with each thrust, but the moment his fingers curled, you lost it. Your hand grabbed his hair, holding on as he fingered your g-spot. The muscles in your stomach contract, and you get that feeling again; your climax begins. You close your legs, thighs wrapping around his arm, making the high intensify. His consistency doesn't falter, and his digits fuck you, only taking you higher. Once it ends, your legs fall, and he pulls his hand away.
Your chest rises and falls, trying to catch your breath. Dean brings his drenched hand to his mouth, his eyes finding yours before closing his lips around his fingers and pulling them out at an agonizingly slow pace. Fuck, you thought. Watching him suck your fluids from his digits alone could've made you cum again. Your left-hand slips into his boxers before wrapping around his erection. A small groan falls from his lips, having never been touched like this by you. Without having to see his length, you felt it was rather long. You pumped his silky soft cock a few times and felt him twitch. His previously soaked hand pulls off his remaining clothing, freeing his large member. Your eyes widen; He's much bigger than you imagined.
How was he going to fit? You wonder. He saw the worry in your eyes and ran his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face before kissing the tip of your nose. Dean gently grasped the hand that held him and intertwined your fingers together as he hovered over you. He nudges your knees apart, and you happily allow him between your legs. This was it. This was what you both have been waitingâwhat felt like anywayâan eternity for. Your mind was ready, but you weren't sure if your body was.
"It's going to be okay, sweetheart," Dean reassures. "I'll go as slow as you need."
You nod, intoxicated by his affectionate attentiveness. "Okay."
His lips connect with yours, kissing your nerves away. He rubs his tip through your folds, coating it with your wetness. You break apart and angle your head to watch his cock disappear in your awaiting pussy. The pain as he stretches your walls rips through your body, forcing your eyes shut. Your face scrunches in discomfort as he pushes in further. Whines come from your mouth as he slowly bottoms out. Dean stays still, kissing your forehead as you adjust to his size.
"I know, princess, I'm sorry. I promise it'll feel better."
You nod in response. Soon, your eyes open as the pain becomes tolerable, whispering, "Okay, you can move."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Dean's eyes scan over your countenance, trying to detect any lies. When he saw none, he began to move. You inhale sharply as the pain rushes back. His hips stop their retraction, but you quickly shake your head in protest.
"Keep going," You say through gritted teeth.
Without question, he pulls back until his tip threatens to slip out. Slowly, he drives back in. You squeeze his hand and wrap the other around his shoulder as your legs cling to his torso. His lips pepper your face with kisses as he continues to thrust the discomfort away. Over the months, you've seen the womanizer everyone knew Dean as vanish. He always took care of youâphysically, mentally, and emotionally. You couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend, especially right now. His effort to soothe you seemed to have worked. The pain turned to pleasure, and you ached for more.
"Faster," You murmur into his ear.
He bit his lip, trying to distract himself from spilling his cum so soon, but the way your walls squeezed around him made it nearly impossible. Dean picks up his speed, playing his own game of russian roulette. You felt his cock twitch inside you, prompting a moan and the tightening of your insides. He buries his head into your neck, attempting to postpone his climax. The pleasure began to build in your stomach, and per his earlier request, you made it known.
"Fuck, babe. If you keep it up, I'm going to cum." He groans.
You giggle, "Isn't that the point?"
He thrusts deeper, answering, "Not until you do."
A new wave of satisfaction washes over your body, making you moan louder, begging, "Harder."
Dean complies, bucking his hips into the back of your thighs. His name fell from your lips like a prayer. You untangle your hand from his and dig your nails into his back. Sure, you had daydreamed of having sex with your boyfriend hundreds of times, but you never imagined it being this mind-blowing. His member deliciously bruises your g-spot, causing pain and pleasure to fight for dominance. Sounds you never thought you could make fall from your mouth, encouraging him to quicken his pace. The Impala rocked side to side, utilizing the suspension's swaybar with each vigorous thrust.
"Fuck, Dean. Just like that, baby. Don't stop." You beg between moans.
The tension in your belly threatened to snap any second. The area just under his waist rubs against your clit, coercing your chest to arch into his. He presses you into the warm hood, keeping your squirming to a minimum. Tears flood your eyes as your immense climax approaches. Your body tenses as it braces for your last orgasm, squeezing Dean's phallus for dear life.
"Cum on my cock, princess." He urges as he fights off his own release. "I know you can do it. Mm... 'Want to feel you come undone on my dick. C'mon, sweetheart, do it for me."
His words were all you needed to fall over the edge. Except you didn't fall, you flew. Your fluids gushed on his member as you screamed into the night air. His thrusts began to falter, but he forced himself to ride you through your high. Your toes curl while your eyes roll back, your climax taking control of your body.
Unable to fight off his orgasm any longer, he hurriedly asks, "Where do you want it?"
You can barely form words as your body shakes uncontrollably. "D-d-does-n't ma-tter."
The weight of Dean's body lifts from yours as he sits back, pulling himself out and grabbing his wet member. Your eyes refocus in time to see him accidentally ejaculate on your folds. His cock twitches again, this time spraying across your upper body. A breathy groan falls from his parted lips as ropes of hot cum coat your skin. You feel his seed drip towards your entrance, daring to breed life with you. The thought of carrying his child brings a smile to your face. No, no. You're too young, you remind yourself. Can't start a family with him yet. He bends over your body and kisses your lips. He presses his softening dick against your wet folds as you kiss him back.
"As much as I love bathing in your cum, I think I wanna clean up so we can cuddle." You pant, trying to catch your breath on the way down from your high.
He chuckles against your lips before sitting up again. "I'll be right back."
Dean climbs off the Impala and opens the back door. You lay still as the fluids threaten to leak onto the hood. He shuts the door, returning with a blanket in one hand and napkins and a water bottle in the other. He sets the blanket on the windshield before hopping next to you. He wipes the mess away and uses the water to remove the stickiness left behind. Once he finished cleaning you up, he tossed the dirty napkins off the car. He lays beside you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. You snuggle into his bare chest, listening to the beat of his heart as he pulls the blanket around you two.
He stares at the night sky, gazing at the stars, when you confess, "I love you."
Your boyfriend kisses the top of your head, mumbling against your hair, "I love you too, sweet pea."
"Thank you for being my first."
His hand gently lifts your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. "Thank you for trusting me to be your first."
Your lips curl into a smile, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
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I fear, Dean Winchester doesnât know how to act when you let him explore his breeding kink with you.
Heâs panting, thrusting at a rough pace, his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your guts. Heâs so good at this, thumb rubbing your clit as his thick cock stretched your walls.. Heâs a sex god. And his hands, god his hands. One pressed against the bulge in your stomach and one on your throat.
He whispering filthy words in your ear. Praising you, telling you how good you feel pulsing around his cock like that. How youâre gonna look so beautiful with your tits all round and your belly all full with his child.
Heâs groaning, âFuck, gonna look so pretty full of my babies.. gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum, make it where you canât walk for days. But I think youâd like that huh? When your friends ask who did this to you, you say my name, because iâm the only fucking one who can make you feel like this, arenât I?â his words were so rushed, yet so clear. Your fingers tangled in his short locks while his hand is wrapped around your throat, cutting off some of your breath supply.
âFuck, youâre gonna take it, youâll take all of it.. Such a good girl, shiiiiiiitttâŚâ and then heâs releasing warm spurts inside of you.
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summary: a spell goes wrong and ends up with you and sam switching bodies. neither of you tell dean, which ends up being the greatest decision you ever made
pairing: dean winchester x witch!reader; best friend!sam winchester x witch!reader (platonic, obvs)
word count: 6.3k+
warnings: swearing, mentions of magic use, misunderstandings, miscommunication, angst, secrets, accidental love confessions, awkward idiots, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff, cliches, minor use of [y/n], (female pronouns/descriptors used)
âI canât believe weâre doing this,â Sam grunted under his breath, continuing to powder the contents of your mortar with more force than necessary. âIf Dean finds out about this-â
âDean asked me to do this,â you defended, eyes skimming over the page in front of you before looking up at him. âOkay, maybe not verbatim, but he asked!â you added upon seeing the look on Samâs face.Â
âOh, yeah. Yeah, Iâm sure he did,â he replied sarcastically, slamming the pestle down with enough force to make you flinch.Â
âWould you be fucking careful!â you hissed, glaring at him. âThat thing isnât indestructible and itâs important to me, it was a gift-âÂ
âFrom Dean,â he finished for you. âI know. Sorry,â he added, and even though his tone was sincere, you just knew he rolled his eyes anyway; and you chucked the closest thing you could grab at his back in retaliation.Â
âDick,â you muttered, going back to reading the passage before you.Â
It wasnât often that you used your powers - more so when it came down to a last resort option - and when Dean first discovered that you had magic, it wasnât intentional. The two of you were on a hunt together, and it was - of course - not going to plan. You were on the brink of consciousness, having no choice but to watch defenselessly as Dean became outnumbered by Vamps. The spell came out of nowhere, nothing more than a primal instinct to protect him, and before anyone knew what was happening, the two of you were left alone with nothing but piles of ash where the monsters once stood. Dean first thought that Rowena had somehow stumbled upon them to save the day once more, though once he realized the spell came from you, he damn near lost his mind. You would have rather he yelled at you, smashed things around, anything compared to what he did. Once he made sure you were okay and had you checked out, he simply acted as if you didnât exist; you were completely frozen out of his life. He never needed to say anything, you could see it in his eyes every time he glanced at you: How could you be a witch? He hated witches, and you knew that- itâs half the reason you never told him in the first place. He only started coming around with Samâs convincing- and even then, it took an incredibly long time for him to trust you again. Then, one day, he came to realize that no matter what happened, he could never hate you. So, he came to you with an open mind and a peace offering- the exact mortar and pestle you had once told Sam that you wanted, because it reminded you of your motherâs- and the two of you worked on putting the pieces of your friendship back together.Â
âAss,â Sam retorted, turning and walking over to you with the freshly crushed ingredients.Â
âYou know,â you started, taking it from his hands. âYou canât really be against this all that much, otherwise you wouldnât be here helping.â
âIâm only here so you donât get yourself killed.â
âOh, come on,â you urged with a chuckle. âYou love doing this, and you know it.â
He gave you a sarcastic smile before taking the book from you. âLetâs just get this over with.â
âFine,â you huffed, snatching the book right back.Â
With one final glare at each other, you started the spell. Everything was going well⌠until it wasnât.Â
You arenât exactly sure where it went wrong. You donât know if it was the ingredients, the way you said the spell, or just a mixture of everything, but before you even knew what was happening the bowl before you exploded in a cloud of yellow and sent both you and Sam flying.Â
âOh, god,â you groaned, holding a hand to your head as your ears rang. âWhat the fuck?â you wondered aloud, feeling strange beyond comprehension.Â
âWhat the hell happened?â Sam croaked out.
âI donât know,â you admitted quietly. âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â he said through a fit of coughs. âYou?â
âI donât know. Something feels wrong,â you declared, sitting up. It was at that exact moment you realized why you felt so different. âSam?â you asked meekly.
âYeah?â he questioned, sitting up. âWait-âÂ
âIâm-â you began, unable to finish as you stared at your hands; were they even your hands?Â
âYouâreâŚ.â Sam tried, staring at you then down at his body; your body?Â
âYouâre me!â you exclaimed, gesturing between the two of you.Â
âYouâre me!â he echoed, scrambling to stand.
You followed suit, using the wall behind you to help you stand. âGod, how do you live like this?â
âMe? What about you? I wonât even be able to reach the upper cabinets in the kitchen!â he countered, flailing his arms around.Â
âAt least youâll be able to fit on your bed! My feet are gonna dangle!â you huffed, folding your arms over yourself.Â
âYou need to fix this,â Sam declared, stepping towards you. You couldnât help but take a few steps away- this was way too weird. Youâve seen shifters take your image before, but this was actually you. Only it wasnât you. You felt like your head was about to explode.Â
âGee, you think, Sam?â you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. âI thought weâd just stay like this forever!âÂ
He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the door swinging open. You both flinched, turning to see Dean peering into the room.Â
âWhat the fuckâs with all the yelling?â he asked, glancing around. âThe hell is going on?âÂ
âI- uh-â you tried to answer, but nothing came to mind.Â
âJust, uhâŚ. experimenting,â Sam supplied, and you sent him a glare.Â
âExperimenting?â Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows at you- or rather, at whom he thought was you.Â
âYeah,â Sam said with a shrug, not sure what else to say. The two of you shared a look, silently agreeing not to breathe a word of what was really going on.Â
Deanâs face softened, and he sighed. âDonât tell me youâre actually doing that spell. Sweetheart, we can get by without it.âÂ
âWe donât-â you started to argue, before Sam interrupted you with a clearing of his throat.Â
Right. Dean wasnât exactly talking to you right now.Â
âThought it was a good opportunity to practice,â Sam replied, sounding more like he was asking than telling.Â
âRight,â Dean said, eyeing your body wearily.Â
Oh, god. He was gonna pick up on something being wrong, it was only a matter of time.Â
âYou can leave any time now,â you spoke up, more irritated than you meant to sound, but you were severely on edge.
Dean turned to you with a look of surprise. ââScuse me?â
âI just- you know, weâre in the middle of something,â you continued, doing your best to stand your ground.Â
âYeah, I can see that,â he quipped, taking a step towards you. âWhat the hell were you thinking? Why are you letting her mess around with this stuff? Better yet, why are you helping her mess around with this stuff?âÂ
âItâs just a simple spell,â you argued, your head swirling with the fact that you were looking down on him, instead of being dwarfed by his frame like you normally would be.Â
âA simple spell?â he repeated, fury and irritation dancing in his eyes. âDo you even hear yourself right now?â Â
âLast I checked we could make our own decisions, Dean!â you exclaimed, glaring at him.Â
âSure,â he placated with a nod. âSo long as theyâre not stupid ass decisions!âÂ
âCan we go ten minutes in this place without a fight happening?â Sam pitched in, already exasperated with the situation.Â
âYeah, sure,â Dean grumbled, glaring at you. âFoodâs ready.â
âWeâll be there in a few minutes,â Sam announced, earning a glare from you in return.Â
âDonât you think we should finish-â you tried to ask, but were quickly cut off by Dean.Â
âNo, you guys are done in here,â he declared, shaking his head. âLetâs go.â
âDean-â you tried once more, only to be cut off again.Â
âSam,â Dean warned. âIâm not kidding. Whatever you two were doing, itâs done.â
âFine. Weâll be out in a few minutes,â you relented, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. âWe need to clean up!â you added upon seeing the look on Deanâs face.Â
âFive minutes,â Dean agreed pointedly. âOr I swear, Iâll drag both your asses out of this room.âÂ
âYeah, five minutes, got it,â you huffed, watching him as he hesitantly left the room.Â
You waited a few moments before hastily making your way over and all but slamming the door, turning to look at Sam with wide eyes.Â
âWe are so screwed,â he declared, matching your expression.Â
âWhat are we supposed to do? Heâs gonna figure out somethingâs wrong!â you exclaimed, slumping against the door behind you.Â
âWe justâŚ. I donât know, pretend?â Sam suggested with a shrug.Â
âPretend?â you repeated incredulously. âSam, this is insane! We canât just pretend to be each other!âÂ
âItâs not like I meant permanently!â he defended, holding out his hands in surrender. âBut until we can find a way to fix this, we have to at least play the part in front of Dean.âÂ
âFine,â you agreed with a huff. âBut I am not going on your crack of dawn jogs.âÂ
âOh, come on-â he started to argue, though quickly stopped when met with your glare. âYeah, okay, that- thatâs fine.âÂ
âGreat. Now letâs go before Dean gets even more pissy,â you declared, opening the door with a flourish.Â
With a quick nod, he followed you down the hall, the two of you lowly bickering about the situation all the way to the kitchen.Â
âI feel like a baby giraffe with this fucking body.â
âYou look like a baby giraffe, do you not know how to walk?âÂ
âYeah, I know how to walk! I know how to walk with normal legs!â
âNormal? Youâre short enough to get in anywhere with a childâs pass!âÂ
âKeep up with the attitude, Sam. Maybe Iâll go have a really nice salon visit and cut all this hair!âÂ
âFine, then maybe Iâll call up that guy from your âworst date everâ and ask to catch up!â
âFine by me. Youâll be the one heâll be groping and hitting on the whole time.âÂ
âYeah- well-... look, just donât cut my hair!âÂ
âWhat are you two all hush hush about?â Dean asked curiously, eyeing you both as you entered the kitchen.Â
âNothing,â you both quickly replied, taking a seat at the table.Â
Dean stared at you both for a moment before nodding curtly. âIf you say so.âÂ
Choosing not to reply, you both quietly watched as he joined the table, taking his regular seat next to you. Which, of course, meant he was currently next to Sam, and you watched in amusement as he shifted nervously while Dean got too close for his comfort.Â
Attempting to stifle a laugh, you took a bite of the burger that was placed in front of you, only to grimace in response. âWhat is this?â you asked through a mouthful, meeting Deanâs confused gaze.Â
âItâs⌠the same veggie burger you force me to make you every time I make burgers?â he replied, looking at you as though you lost your head.Â
Fucking Sam, you thought bitterly. âOh, right. Right, it just- it tastes different, I donât know,â you stammered, sparing a quick glance across at Sam as you hurriedly took another bite.Â
âYou two are weirder than usual tonight,â Dean muttered to himself before eating his own food.Â
The three of you ate in stifling silence, you and Sam both internally trying to find a way out of this mess, before Dean spoke up again and pulled you from your revere.Â
â[Y/N], do you want just the usual from the store? I was gonna make a run before our movie night,â he said, turning to look beside him with a soft grin.Â
You felt your stomach drop as Sam cleared his throat, looking between you and Dean for a moment. âMovie night?âÂ
âYeah,â Dean said, his eyebrows furrowing in even more confusion. âLike we have every Friday?âÂ
âOh, right!â Sam exclaimed, chuckling nervously. âI didnât realize what day it is, I, uh- Iâm actually not⌠feeling too hot, do you mind if we skip it tonight?âÂ
âYou wanna skip it?â Dean asked quietly, making your heart shatter as you watched the hurt and disappointment flash across his face.
After the two of you made up from your falling out, you started a tradition of spending extra quality time together at least once a week. This resulted in having a movie night every Friday, no matter what. Whether that meant catching a random movie on a motel tv or settling into the Dean Cave, you both always found a way to make it. Knowing you had no choice but to skip out this time almost made you want to tell him what happened right then and there; but you didnât.Â
âYeah, I just⌠I think itâs best if I just head to bed, you know? Iâd hate for it to get worse,â Sam said sheepishly, playing with the glass in front of him as he met Deanâs gaze halfheartedly.Â
You were glad that if you had to mistakenly swap bodies with someone, it was Sam. Given that he became your best friend from just about the moment you met, he had your behaviour down pat; you just hoped you could do the same and make this all a little easier.Â
âWell what do you mean, whatâs wrong?â Dean asked worriedly.
âIâm just feeling run down is all,â Sam said, shrugging lightly as he stood up, taking his dishes to the sink. âMaybe we can watch something tomorrow,â he added, turning back to Dean with a shy smile.Â
âYeah. Yeah, sure,â Dean agreed softly, averting his gaze to the beer in his hands. âDonât worry about it, just get some rest.âÂ
âSure. Uh, goodnight, guys,â Sam replied awkwardly, shooting you a pointed look before leaving.Â
You stayed in uncomfortable silence for a moment, studying Dean as he pouted at his bottle.Â
âYou alright?â you asked tentatively.Â
âYeah, just⌠first time sheâs bailed on me,â he replied indifferently, downing the rest of his beer before heading to get another one.Â
âShe didnât bail on you,â you argued firmly. âItâs not like she chose to go bar hopping or something, sheâs sick.âÂ
âDidnât seem so sick when she was huddled up with you,â Dean said curtly, leaning against the counter as he sent you a cold stare.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you asked confusedly, shifting in your seat to look at him better.Â
He remained silent, lips pursed as he studied you for what felt like hours, before he finally shrugged. âDoesnât mean anything.âÂ
âThen why say it?â you asked in irritation.Â
He remained silent once more, simply raising the beer bottle to his lips and taking a long sip before standing upright. âNight, Sammy.âÂ
âDean-â you tried to press, but he only ignored you as he continued across the floor, leaving the kitchen without saying another word.Â
You sighed in exasperation, quickly cleaning everything up before heading to your room, catching almost no sleep as you dove deep into researching for a reversal to your mistake.
âYou need to shave,â Sam said, staring at you from across the table.Â
âWhat?â you asked, caught off guard by the declaration.Â
âYour beard - my beard. You need to shave it,â he clarified. âItâs been over a week.â
âAnd?â you asked, arching an eyebrow at him. âI doubt youâre taking care of all my housekeeping.âÂ
âThatâs because Iâm doing everything possible to not look at you! Like you asked!â he hissed in return.Â
You rolled your eyes in response, returning your attention to the book in front of you. âI have more important things on my mind than shaving your stupid facial hair - which looks fine, by the way.âÂ
Sam huffed, shifting in his seat. âYeah, well you can at least take five minutes for me!â
âI donât even know how to shave a beard, Sam!â you argued, closing the book in exasperation.Â
âThen just let me shave it for you!â he begged, leaning over the table. âIâm serious, [Y/N], you canât just leave me all unkempt.âÂ
You met his gaze and sighed softly. âDamn, you can even pull off the puppy dog eyes with my face. Thatâs a talent, Sammy.âÂ
He couldnât help but laugh, for what felt like the first time since this whole thing happened. âYou can do it better than I can,â he chuckled. âAt least when it comes to Dean,â he added with a smirk.Â
âWhat does that mean?â you asked curiously.Â
âNothing,â he said, shrugging dismissively. âCâmon, letâs get you- me- whatever, all taken care of before Dean gets back with dinner.âÂ
âFine,â you begrudgingly agreed, getting up to follow him.
Before you knew it, you were standing in front of him as he sat on the bathroom counter, because: âHow else are we supposed to do this? These arms arenât gonna reach that face comfortably without some help.â
You fell into a comfortable silence as he did what he needed to do, the only words spoken being his occasional nagging for you to quit moving, as you were both lost in your own thoughts about the last few days.
âIâm really sorry, Sammy,â you said suddenly. You werenât sure whether your voice was so quiet due to the shame you felt, or for the fear of breaking the silence that surrounded you.Â
âItâs not your fault,â he said simply, reflexively.Â
You sighed, gently shaking your head; which earned another scolding glare from him as he steadied you. âItâs entirely my fault. I fucked up big time, and we both know it.âÂ
âLook, it was an accident,â he urged, wiping away the remnants of the shave one last time. âAssigning blame isnât going to change anything.âÂ
âWhy arenât you mad at me? You should be furious! I practically ruined your life,â you pressed on frantically.Â
âOkay, thatâs being dramatic,â he chided. âYeah, this isn't an ideal situation. Though weirdly, itâs also not the weirdest situation Iâve been in. And you know what? Itâs not even the first time Iâve been in this situation! Remember when that kid switched bodies with me? Trust me, youâre a much better person to be switched with.âÂ
âYeah, I remember,â you said, chuckling softly. âStill, Iâm really sorry.âÂ
âI know you are,â he said softly. âI also know youâll find a way to fix this.âÂ
âYou really believe that?â you asked hesitantly.Â
âYeah,â he said with a nod. ââCause itâs you, and Iâll always have faith in you. You didnât mean for this to happen, [Y/N]. Itâs okay.âÂ
âNo, it-â you started to argue, but he cut you off.Â
âStop,â he urged softly. âIâm not mad at you, okay? Maybe I was at first, but Iâm not anymore.âÂ
âPromise?â you asked meekly.Â
âI promise,â he said firmly.
âOkay,â you relented, not fully believing him but not wanting to push the topic any further.Â
âOkay,â he repeated, gently wiping away one of your stray tears.Â
âMaybe we should just tell Dean,â you suggested hesitantly.Â
âTell me what?â Deanâs voice suddenly cut through the room.
The two of you jumped, and you moved away from the counter as calmly as you could, knowing how the predicament you were in must look to him.
You turned to the doorway and came face to face with Dean staring intently at the two of you, his mind working into an overdrive as he tried to make sense of the scene he just walked in on.Â
âDean, I- when did you get back?â you asked nervously.Â
âTell me what?â he asked again, ignoring your question.Â
You and Sam were both at a loss. You spent so much time trying to figure this whole thing out, yet neither of you thought to come up with some kind of story should you be cornered like this.Â
â[Y/N]?â Dean asked softly, looking over to where he thought you sat on the counter.Â
The look of hurt and confusion that flashed over his face and the waver in his voice all but sent a fresh wave of tears washing over you.Â
Dean waited impatiently a few moments before shaking his head with a scoff. âWhatever, foodâs in the kitchen.â
Before anyone could say anything else, he turned on his heel and left, leaving you and Sam stunned in his wake.Â
The dynamic between the three of you began shifting even more ever since that night, and you could feel Dean slipping further and further away from you with each passing day.Â
You noticed it every time Dean would catch you and Sam huddled up and whispering low; when he would stand and stare before leaving with a quiet grumble of forgetting why he was there.Â
You noticed it when he started spending more time in his room or tinkering with Baby in the garage; finding any and every excuse possible to spend time outside of the bunker and away from you and Sam.Â
You and Sam tried to ignore it, promised yourselves that youâd explain everything once you managed to set things right - or, if you discovered you were over your heads and couldnât fix everything.Â
The thing you hated most about this whole thing was that it was becoming easier and easier to lie to Dean; and the worst part about that was not knowing whether you and Sam really became more convincing, or if Dean just didnât care enough to question you anymore.Â
Which is exactly why you found yourself sitting in the war room, waiting for Dean to make his way through to the kitchen, in order to try and talk things out.Â
You werenât expecting him to appear with one duffle bag over his shoulder and another by his side - and he wasnât expecting to see you, either.Â
âDidnât think youâd be up,â he declared after a moment of hesitation, continuing on his path to the stairs.Â
âWhere the hell are you going?â you asked hotly, standing from your seat.Â
Dean sighed, throwing his head back in frustration as he considered his response. âDonnaâs cabin.âÂ
âWhat? Why?â you asked, eyebrows drawing together with confusion.Â
âI canât do it anymore,â he said tiredly. âI just canât, okay?âÂ
âDo what?â you asked wearily, taking a tentative step towards him. âWhat are you talking about, Dean?â you pressed, feeling your chest tighten with the rising nerves and fear.
âDonât do that,â he demanded, shaking his head. âDonât play coy. You think I donât know whatâs been going on around here?âÂ
âWhat-... whatâs been going on?â you asked curiously. âThe hell are you talking about?â
You werenât sure if or when he figured out what happened, and you also werenât sure why it would make him feel the need to leave.Â
âIâm talking about you and [Y/N]!â he shouted, throwing his bags down and stepping towards you.Â
âMe and [Y/N]?â you wondered, taking a nervous step backwards.Â
âIâm not an idiot, okay?â he spat, his jaw ticking. âYou think I havenât noticed? Think I couldnât figure it out?âÂ
âOkay, look,â you began, holding out your hands defensively. âI can explain.âÂ
Dean let out a humourless laugh, running a hand over his mouth before glaring at you once more. âExplain,â he echoed with a chuckle of disbelief. âDonât waste your breath.â
âWhy are you so pissed off about this?â you asked in bewilderment. âI mean, I know we kept it from you, but we figure itâd be easier for you.âÂ
âEasier for me?â he repeated, voice raising. âWhat about this entire situation makes you think itâd be easy for me?â
âWell because it-... I mean it doesnât really affect you, Dean,â you replied, unsure of your own words.Â
âIt doesnât affect me?â he repeated with perplexion. âOf course it affects me! You know how I feel about her!â he exclaimed, taking yet another step forward.Â
âWhat?â you questioned, thrown off by his response.Â
âDonât âwhatâ me,â he snapped. âI want to be happy for you, Sammy. I really do, but I just-... I donât think I ever can be.âÂ
âOkay, I-... I am so lost,â you admitted.
âYou stole my girl, Sam!â Dean all but screamed. âYou know that I love her. You know I was gonna tell her, and you know how much I want to spend whateverâs left of my god forsaken life with her! You swore you didnât feel that way about her. You- I mean how to hell could you do this to me, Sammy? I canât even stand to look at you anymore.âÂ
You remained silent, staring at him in shock and confusion for what felt like hours. Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to formulate a response, but all that came out was a broken whisper of his name.Â
âDonât sweat it, Sammy. Not like I can blame you for falling for her, right? I mean hey, I sure did,â he sassed, smiling sarcastically. âNot surprised she chose you, either. She deserves someone better than me. But Iâm not sticking around anymore to see it first hand.âÂ
You watched in stunned silence as he turned to gather his bags, trying and failing to think of anything to say. What the hell were you supposed to do? The man of your dreams just admitted he felt the exact same way, and you were trapped in his brother's body. Even if you told him the truth right now, would he even believe you?Â
âDo me one favour, though,â Dean said from the foot of the stairs, effectively pulling you from your thoughts. âDonât tell [Y/N]. Donât tell her anything. Iâll think of something to tell her during the drive and call her tomorrow.âÂ
âDean-â you finally began to protest, only to go unheard by him as he started up the steps.Â
âLater, Sammy,â he announced with finality, disappearing out of the bunker.Â
âYou have got to be kidding me. I mean honestly woman, how stupid can you be?â Rowenaâs voice rang through the war room as she made her arrival known to you and Sam.
âDid you not get in enough insults over the phone?â you asked in exasperation, not bothering to move from your spot in the library as you watched her approach. Â
âI donât think there are enough insults for this situation, dear,â she said sweetly, smiling innocently.Â
âEither be helpful or leave, Rowena,â you replied solemnly.Â
It had been three days since Dean left, and over two weeks since the whole debacle happened. You had never been more determined to find a solution, nor had you ever felt more defeated.Â
âAlright, fine. No need to be cranky,â Rowena tsked, taking a seat across from you. âGo on, then. Walk me through everything.âÂ
âFine,â you sighed, steadying yourself before recounting the situation.Â
âLet me get this straight,â Rowena declared, holding a hand up. âYou actually let him leave? After what he said?âÂ
âIs that seriously your only take away from this?â you asked angrily, glaring at her.Â
âItâs not my only take away, but itâs certainly a big one,â she said calmly, accompanied by a half shrug. âThis is the spell you used?â she asked, looking over the book you gave her during your explanation.Â
âYeah, thatâs the one,â you confirmed sheepishly.Â
âWell, donât you worry. Weâll have you and Samuel right as rain in no time, dear,â she comforted, eyes never leaving the pages in front of her.
It took another four days, but âNo timeâ finally came. You were practically itching to get this all over and done with as the three of you finished setting everything up. You didnât even care about being in your own skin again, all you cared about at this point was getting Dean back in your life. He did everything possible to avoid talking to you or Sam each time either of you tried contacting him, and you were missing him more and more with each passing hour.
âThat should do it,â Rowena declared, snapping you back to attention. âYou know what you need to do?âÂ
âYes,â you said quickly, urging her out of the room; the last thing you needed was for her to be around and have the spell go wrong again, resulting in all three of you being scrambled around.Â
âDonât rush it!â she cautioned. âI know you want him back, but you need to take this slowly. You canât afford another screw up!âÂ
Her statement made you pause, and you knew she was right. âGo slow, I got it,â you confirmed, shutting her out of the room.Â
âReady?â Sam asked, looking at you eagerly; albeit nervous beyond belief.Â
âMore than ever,â you declared, taking your place at the altar.Â
You began the spell, doing everything slowly and precisely so there was no room for error. Once you had finished, however, nothing had happened. You were just about ready to scream with all the emotions boiling inside of you when suddenly the bowl before you exploded in a cloud of yellow, sending both you and Sam flying.Â
âOh, god,â you groaned, holding a hand to your head as your ears rang. âThis again?â you wondered aloud.
âDid it even work?â Sam croaked out.
âI donât know,â you admitted quietly. âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â he said through a fit of coughs. âYou?â
âI think so,â you declared, sitting up. It was at that exact moment you realized what happened. âSam?â you asked breathlessly.Â
âYeah?â he questioned, sitting up himself. âWait-âÂ
âIâm-â you began, unable to finish as you stared at your hands; your own hands.
âYouâreâŚ.â Sam tried, staring at you then down at his body; his very own body.
âYouâre you!â you exclaimed in glee, pointing at him.
âYouâre you!â he echoed, scrambling to stand.
You followed suit, taking a moment to steady yourself on your own feet. âI need to go,â you announced, not giving him time to reply before you ran out of the room.Â
âYouâre welcome!â Rowena called after you, watching you run by.Â
âThank you!â you called back absently, hurrying out to your car.Â
The drive took longer than ever before; at least, it felt like it did. You spent the whole time trying to think of what to say, of how to explain, but nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed like enough. All you could hope for was that everything would magically come to you once you stood before him.Â
If he ever decided to open the goddamn door.Â
âDammit, Dean! Open the fucking door before I break it down!â you yelled, banging your hand against the wood for the upteenth time.Â
You opened your mouth to yell once more, but before you could even make a sound a voice boomed out from behind you. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
You turned with a start, coming face to face with Dean as he stood at the bottom of the steps. âI came to talk to you,â you said simply, taking a few steps forward.Â
He quickly averted his gaze, focusing on wiping the grease from his hands with the rag he held. âCoulda just called,â he countered gruffly.Â
âWhy?â you asked, laughing dryly. âYouâd just ignore my calls.âÂ
He stilled his ministrations for a moment before shrugging, glancing back up at you. âMaybe âcause we got nothing to talk about.âÂ
âDean-â you tried to argue, though you stopped short when he rolled his eyes and turned away from you.Â
âLook, I know all about you and Sam, okay?â he huffed, storming across the drive and to where Baby was parked, hood still open for Dean to continue working on her. Â
âOh, for godâs sake, Dean. There is no me and Sam!â you exclaimed with a groan, quickly following behind him.Â
âWhatever you say, sweetheart,â he placated, picking up his previously abandoned ratchet.Â
âJust listen to me,â you pleaded, watching his face scrunch with a mix of frustration and concentration as he dove back into his work.Â
âYou donât need to explain,â he said distractedly. âI get it. Heâs good for you. I just-... you didnât need to hide it, [Y/N/N]. I thought we were closer than that.âÂ
âWe are! Thatâs not what we were hiding, just let me explain!â you said desperately, stepping closer to him.Â
âYou can quit the act, okay?â he snapped, stopping what he was doing as he stood up, finally turning to look at you. âI have eyes, I saw what-âÂ
âSam and I fucking switched bodies!â you yelled over him, effectively rendering him speechless. âAlright? When you walked in on us doing that spell the other week⌠it went wrong, Dean. Sam and I, we just-... we switched!â
âYou⌠switched bodies?â he asked slowly, scepticism starting to present itself on his face as he processed what you said.
âYes,â you confirmed softly. âI was Sam, Sam was me.â
He nodded, shifting uncomfortably as he anxiously tapped his fingers on Babyâs exterior. âWell, isnât that just a great story,â he muttered, leaning under the hood once more.Â
âItâs not a story,â you argued desperately. âItâs what happened.âÂ
âThen why not tell me?â he challenged, not missing a beat.Â
âBecause,â you began lamely. âYou always have so much on your plate, Dean. We didnât want to shove this stupid thing on you and add to your worries.âÂ
âSo you lied to me for my own good?â he asked harshly, gaze not straying from his hands as he worked.Â
âWe didnât lie, we just-â
âAvoided the truth,â he finished for you. âSame thing, if you ask me.â
âWe thought it was for the best,â you admitted quietly.Â
âOh, yeah,â he agreed sarcastically, throwing his tools down. âSneaking around, icing me out. Definitely for my best interest, huh?âÂ
âDean, please,â you pleaded. âI didnât come here to fight with you.âÂ
âThen why did you come, [Y/N]?â he shouted, shutting Babyâs hood. âWhat did you think was gonna happen here?âÂ
âWell, I thought-... I just-... I wanted to clear the air,â you stammered. âI wanted to explain.âÂ
âWell, you explained,â he muttered, busying himself with tidying his mess.Â
You watched him silently for a few moments, trying to think of your next move. You decided to ask the question thatâs been on your mind since he left: âWere you really planning on actually telling me one day?âÂ
He let out an irritated sigh, picking up his belongings and moving around to the trunk. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âWere you really gonna tell me?â you repeated, quickly taking a few steps to meet him at the trunk. Â
âTell you what?â he huffed, irritation oozing off of him as he slammed the toolbox down.Â
âHow you feel!â you blurted out, taking yet another step towards him.Â
âThe hell are you talking about?â he questioned, feigning cluelessness. Though the way his body stiffened as he idly messed with the stuff in the trunk betrayed him; he knew what you meant. Â
âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about,â you replied softly. âWere you?âÂ
âI donât know!â he huffed, shutting the trunk. âMaybe,â he added, walking away from you once more.Â
âYou said-âÂ
âI know what I said!â he interrupted, clearly irritated. âCan we not relive it? I donât want to talk about this.âÂ
âWell I do!â you argued, exasperated. âWhy the fuck else do you think Iâm here, Dean?â
âTo clear the air,â he sneered, repeating your earlier words as he made his way back to the cabin.Â
âTo tell you I love you!â you shouted after him, stopping him in his tracks. âI didnât choose Sam. How can I choose him when Iâve loved you for years? How can I choose him when my entire world stopped spinning the day you shut me out of your life all those years ago? How can I choose him when I didnât feel like I could breathe until you finally spoke to me again? How can I choose him, when having to watch you walk away the other day was the most terrifying thing I had to do, because I didnât know if Iâd ever get you back this time? You can put us in any timeline, in any universe, or in any realm, and I will always choose you. I love you.â
You were met with silence for entirely too long, and you watched the unsteady rise and fall of his shoulders as he kept his back to you, standing tense as ever with his head down low.Â
âWill you just look at me, please?â you pleaded shakily.
As soon as the words left your mouth he spun on his heel and marched towards you, closing the distance between you two in seconds. He grabbed your face in his hands, letting a moment of hesitation pass by before crashing his lips against yours. It was harsh yet delicate, slow but needy. It was gentle and all consuming. His hands strayed from your face, one sweeping to the back of your head to hold you steady while the other slipped to your waist and pulled you close. Your hands found themselves gliding up his arms, resting on the base of his neck for a moment before settling on his cheeks.Â
When the two of you finally pulled away to catch your breath, it seemed like neither of you wanted to go too far; foreheads pressed together and noses brushing as you both giggled quietly, shy smiles on your swollen lips.Â
You stood like that for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence in ways you never could before, until your gentle whisper cut through the silence: âPlease come home, Dean.âÂ
âMy sweet girl,â he said quietly, planting a delicate kiss to your forehead before completely wrapping you up in his arms, holding you closer than ever. âI am home.â
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Not A Lot, Just Forever
Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader
After throwing up morning after morning, the reader discovers her illness isn't what she initially thought.
Word Count: 4.1k
Tags: Pregnancy, unexpected pregnancy, brief description of motel bathrooms, vomiting (repeated), self-blame, mention of reader's mother dying in childbirth, mention of childbirth related deaths, anxiety, brief loss of consciousness, Dean is a sweetheart and will make a great father.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Pregnant!Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel
@ghostlyaccurate requested: "Hii! I'm not sure if I already sent you this request, or if I sent it to someone else (oopsđ¤) but could I request a Sam Winchester and/or Dean Winchester x reader (your choice which one of them, if not both sepperately) where he helps reader deal with morning sickness, though he only finds out she's pregnant on the third day in a row that he's with her while she throws up. Ty!!"
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A/N: Adrianne Lenker title. I really really loved this request! I feel like writing the pregnancy trope is a sort of hard task to do, so I hope I brought it justice. I love love loved writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the request @ghostlyaccurate, and I promise I'm trying my damnedest to work through my inbox <3. Every mistake here is completely and 100% my own and of my own doing. (P.S. can you guess how hard it was to find "aesthetic" pictures of a bathroom and pregnancy tests for the pictures for this fic?? I think the ones I found actually work pretty well! Another thing, what happened to the yellow text color? I use it to tag fluff fics, and it's gone :( ).
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Your head hung over the foul toilet bowl of whatever motel you, Dean, and Sam were holed up in, and a rancid smell invaded your nose. In earnest, you didnât have the slightest idea where you were. The past couple of hours had been filled with a slight fever and the constant need to use Dean as a pillow. Halfway through the drive between towns, you convinced him to switch out driving with Sam so he could join you in the back seat.
The worn tile of the bathroom floor offered you minimal comfort, and the fact youâre supposed to be up for a case in two hours made your stomach churn over again. Ditching your normal avoidance of motel bathrooms, you gripped the edge of the toilet and emptied your stomach again.
âY/N?â Deanâs groggy voice called out from behind the door, âAre you okay in there sweetheart?â
You squeezed your eyes together, cursing yourself for being loud enough to wake him up. Sneaking out from his arms was a feat enough already, trying to suppress the sound of you losing your guts at four in the morning wasnât going to happen; even in a perfect world.
âNo,â you groaned as he softly opened the door, âI feel like shit De, and you know how much I hate throwing up. And how much I hate motel bathrooms.â You whined. Your hair was falling to the front of your face and you were cursing whoever decided a bathroom didnât need a working air vent.
Dean hummed softly, pulling the hair back from your face and holding it with one hand as he sat behind you on the floor. He pressed his lips to the back of your head softly, and gently traced shapes on your collarbone as you laid back on him.
âJust breathe, Iâve got you if you need to go at it again.â He said softly, cradling you in his lap as you tried to breathe. He ran his hand through your hair as your breathing started to hiccup less, and eventually, he sat you on the closed toilet lid to get you water.
You felt ashamed to be keeping him up at this hour. Your phone clock read 5:13 AM, almost an hour past when youâd originally gotten up. He already doesnât get enough sleep as is, and here you are sitting, waiting for him to get back like you arenât able to take care of yourself.
âHere you go, drink slowly. Did you use the mouthwash I gave you?â He asked as he handed you his water bottle. He stood across from you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. You nodded softly, gratefully gulping down the contents of the bottle.
The bags under his eyes were already enough to make you feel guilty. Hunters were used to running on minimal sleep, but with you around, heâd just gotten into the six-hour range. He rubbed his face, inhaling like he normally did when he was trying to make a decision. You didnât want to go out for the case. You barely wanted to move your body to get back in bed and salvage what little sleep you could before life kicked you back into gear.
âDo you want to stay here while Sam and I talk to the family?â Dean asked as if he could read your mind.
I love you so damn much. You thought, bowing your head with a sigh of relief. You didnât want to be the one to bring up staying in; neither of you ever wanted to admit you needed breaks, but if the other one was to bring it up, it made the process easier.
You nodded, pushing yourself to your feet as he opened the door for the two of you, âyeah, I think thatâs best for all of us. Donât need me puking in the victimâs bathroom as you guys ask your questions.â You tried to joke as you and Dean crawled back into bed, tucking yourself into his arms, and splaying your legs haphazardly on top of his.
The next morning wasnât any better.
Sam and Dean had come home late from questioning the family, and you were barely aware of them unloading the Chinese food they brought for you. Dean sat with you against his chest, still half-dressed as an FBI agent, as you wolfed down the egg rolls he got. You found yourself starving when they offered you food, but now you regretted eating anything at all.
You found yourself hung over the toilet again, but thankfully only had to put up with one round of saying goodbye to your lunch. You were able to get yourself up and over to the sink, where you repeated Deanâs routine from the morning before.
You leaned against the counter in the small kitchen, Deanâs water bottle filled with tap water in your hand. You turned to dump the rest in the sink when the creak of a floorboard behind you had you spinning on your heel in record time.
âJesus Christ, Dean. Why are you up?â You asked in a hushed tone, placing your hand over your racing chest.
âI could ask you the same thing,â He crossed the small room and came over to embrace you in his arms, âdid you get sick again?â He asked innocently, but the combination of those words, and the pitiful shift of his eyes was enough to make you feel like a child. You were a grown woman, you knew damn well how to take care of yourself much before the Winchesters were in your life.
You huffed in annoyance, pulling back from Deanâs chest. You felt your face begin to heat up, and it felt like anything Dean could say had the chance to send you over the edge.
âYes, I did. Right now, I feel like my body is too hot and too tight for my bones, and I also feel like anything you say is going to make me hit the roof. Even if itâs nice, I just donât think my brain can take in any more words without wanting to jump ship.â You said you rubbed your temples. Things like this had happened occasionally in the past, and before Dean, you figured it was just because you were a rigid person. One night a particularly bad migraine had led to you yelling at him because he offered to get you some medicine. Instead of just leaving you to stew, like every other partner did, he simply asked you to explain what you were feeling. No judgment, no interruptions, and heâd do whatever you said would make you feel better in that moment.
Now, whenever you felt overwhelmed, he did the same. Heâd swallow any sarcastic comment or solution to your problem and listen to you. No matter what was bothering you, at whatever hour of the day, he was at your side, doing what you asked of him without hesitation.
He just nodded, pressing his lips to your forehead before he led you back to the bed you two were sharing for the case. His body threw off heat like a bonfire, and your normally freezing hands were appreciative of that. In this moment, however, it felt like you were burning from the inside out.
You adjusted yourself between the sheet and the comforter, so the two of you could still touch without pressing your skin together. Dean waited for you to still before he made himself comfy, and he gently ran his fingers through the ends of your hair.
âIs this okay right now? Do you want me to leave you be?â He asked, in as soft of a voice as he could. You hummed, smiling at the tingling sensation running through you. Comfort, and a warmth that wasnât burning to the touch, crawled up your back, and into your head. You tried to focus your eyes for a couple of seconds more, but without your control, they forcefully fluttered shut.
âY/N.â
Sheet tangled between your limbs, and you could see the light through your closed eyes. Opening them, you find an unexpected sight. Instead of Dean, or Sam, standing at your bedside, the trench coat-clad angel youâd met five years ago stood awkwardly, waiting for you to fully wake up.
âCas,â you rubbed your eyes as you sat up, âwhat are you doing here? Whereâs Sam and Dean?â You asked.
Cas sighed and sat at the end of your bed. He shot you a quick look, before focusing his eyes on the blank wall in front of him. He tapped his fingers on his legs, a habit he picked up from Sam.
âDean called me and told me you were sick. I came in, and told him Iâd try and cure whatever⌠ailment is afflicting you.â
You smiled at the way he spoke, and the fact Dean went out of his way to try and help you out, but there was something off about Castielâs demeanor. You sat up and touched his arm to get his attention.
âCas, whatâs wrong? Did something happen that I should know about?â You asked softly.
âI think youâre pregnant, Y/N.â He looked at you, and there was a rift of guilt lingering in his eyes.
A course of confusion and shock coursed through your body before you felt a rotting pit settle at the bottom of your stomach.
âWhy would you⌠think that, Cas?â You felt a tightness taking over your throat, rubbing your hand across your neck to try and loosen it.
âI can sense life forms. Human ones, at least. It was hard to tell with Sam and Dean here, but once they left I was able to confirm my suspicions.â
Your hand traveled to your lower abdomen before your mouth spat out a request without thinking.
âPregnancy tests. Can you get me some, please? I just,â you ran your hand across your forehead quickly, âI want to confirm, using non-magical means.â
Cas nodded, âof course. Iâm going to assume you donât want me to let Dean know?â
You nodded your head before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Deep down, you knew Cas was right. You were late by a few days, but youâd chalked it up to the illness thatâs kept you on the bench for this case. You didnât usually react as poorly as youâve been to an illness, even when youâd gotten a terrible case of Pneumonia.
Getting up from the bed, you walked into the bathroom as Castiel vanished to get you a couple tests. Looking to the mirror, youâre met with a form of you that was a little scary; purple, slightly-puffy eyes, smeared makeup that hadnât been washed off from days before, and your skin was breaking out in places it hadnât before.
Dean hadnât said a word about it, but even someone as blissfully ignorant as him had to have noticed the way your face wasnât looking like your own.
Dean.
Youâd have to tell Dean you were pregnant, with his child. That youâre going to be parents.
What if he didnât want to be a father at thirty-six?
Children werenât one hundred percent out of the question, but they were longer down the line in huntersâ lives. If you were lucky enough to get out of the life unscathed and find someone who would want to settle down with, youâd likely be creeping into your mid-forties, at best. Mary had gotten lucky with John, but now theyâd both been taken away by the thing theyâd spent half of their marriage avoiding.
What if you werenât ready to be a mother at thirty-five?
For you, it wasnât the question of wanting to have kids, but you never saw you or your boyfriend backing out from hunting anytime soon. To add on, youâd heard of many nasty births that ended in fatality for the infant or the mother, including your own. Every time you and the boys were on a case involving a child, youâd be extra reckless. Dean picked this up within the first couple of times youâd almost gotten yourself killed to save a kid, and you explained your fear to him. The fear of a mother not being able to welcome her child home in her arms, or the child not seeing his mother again, and their fate lying in your hands. Youâd already ripped apart your family, and you tried your damnedest to keep as many together as possible.
A ruffle of feathers and a sharp knock on the bathroom door snapped you out of your thoughts.
âYou can come in, Cas.â
Wordlessly, the angel stepped into the small motel bathroom holding a plastic bag. He pulled out three different pregnancy tests and set them on the counter.
âThe woman working there said I should get a couple just in case one doesnât work like it should.â He said as you picked up the first test. âIâm telling the truth, but I understand you wanting to confirm this to yourself.â
I know Cas, you thought, but you didnât say a word. Instead, you stared at him, waiting for him to leave the bathroom, but he had a blank look on his face and didnât move a muscle.
âCas, Iâm going to need you to leave the bathroom for me to do this.â
âOh, sorry. Of course. I forgot how âhands-onâ human tests can be. I apologize.â He said blatantly before stepping out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Fuck me.
Thatâs what got you into this in the first place, dumb ass.
After twenty disgustingly long minutes in the decrepit motel bathroom, you walked out holding four positive tests. Cas was sitting on Samâs bed, staring out the window, but immediately stood up and crossed the room to you. You handed him the tests, and he placed them on the table between the two beds.
âHow do you feel?â He asked. Another thing he picked up from his years on earth was the ability to know when to ask what questions.
You felt blank. Void of answers and solutions to the situation at hand. Whether or not to turn left, or right.
âI⌠donât know what to do, Cas.â Your voice broke along with the tears you were holding back, and a sinking feeling of hopelessness began to dig its way through your head.
Neither you nor Dean are ready to be parents. What if Deanâs angry? He would never kick you out of the bunker. The bunker is the only real home any of you have had in a long time, but is it safe? Is the world safe enough to bring a baby into? A Winchester baby, who would no doubt be a target from birth. What if the baby doesnât make it to full term? What if this baby kills you like you killed your own mother?
âY/N,â Cas placed his hand on your shoulder, âIâm going to ask you to take a breath.â He drew his hand up and waited for you to inhale. Taking in a shuddered breath, you followed the flow of his hand, stopping your heart from running up your throat.
âThank you.â You said, sitting down on your bed and grabbing the pregnancy tests off the nightstand. Two pluses, two double lines. You and Dean were careful and used a condom whenever you found extra time together, but somehow God decided that rubber wasnât going to work as intended.
âI think Iâm going to just lay here,â you tuck yourself under the bed sheets once more, the tests shoved into your pajama pants, âand wait for Dean and Sam to get home. Iâll get him out of this stuffy ass room and tell him in private. Sam shouldnât have to witness if we- if we argue. I know it makes him feel awful.â
âThatâs a smart plan. You need to take this one step at a time and do it carefully. I know Dean cares for you deeply, but if you need someone to support you, all you have to do is call for me.â Cas squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.
âThank you, Cas.â You yawned, pulling your body further under the covers of the bed. Castiel smiled slightly, before turning away and disappearing with a familiar rush of wings flapping.
Your body was covered head to toe in sweat, and the bed sheet you wrapped around yourself was thrown onto the floor. No light entered the room, and the time on the alarm clock read 1:43. Your stomach churned in a familiar way, and as you got to your feet you finally noticed neither of the boys were in the room.
You clambered to the bathroom, phone in hand, trying to call Dean. One hand braced on the toilet, and the other tried to thumb down to his contact. There wasnât any time to think about the fact you were carrying a baby inside of you, the baby whose father is missing in the middle of the night with no calls or messages.
They always call. You thought before you set your ringing phone on the floor to throw up for the first time that morning. The phone rang, the sound slowly driving you insane each time you redialed Deanâs number between dry heaving into the bowl.
Your hair was sticking to your forehead, poorly swept away and held back by a rubber band you found on the sink. The heat, the pain, and the fear of losing contact with the Winchester brothers combined with the reality of you being pregnant was finally built up enough to break the swarm of emotions you barely choked down when Cas was in the room earlier.
Eyes burning, you slumped against the sink cabinet and brought your phone to your ear as you called Dean once again. You let out a sob, tears rushing down your face and neck, leaving behind a slightly burning trail. Your breathing became uneven, the sound of your own heart drumming through your ears drowning out the ring of your phone. Letting your phone slip to the floor, you brought your knees to your chest and folded your arms as a nest for your forehead.
Neither of the boys called within the twenty minutes you were in the bathroom, your phone was now close to being dead, and no muscle in your body wanted to obey your brain telling them to move and do something. You werenât a weak woman, you took the cards you were dealt and tried your best to win, but sometimes all you could do was fold.
âY/N? Y/N?â
A hand pulled your face from your knees, and you could barely see with the light of the bathroom now on and blinding you. A warm hand rested against your cheek while another briefly touched your forehead.
âHelp me get her up, Sammy,â your eyes fluttered closed and you felt two arms hook under both your arms, laying them over shoulders as your feet lightly dragged across the floor.
âIâve never seen her this bad, Dean.â The voice you now recognized as Sam said. Your legs were swept up from under you and you were laid on the bed youâd crawled out of.
You felt the tests still pressing in your pockets, and you thanked whatever greater being was willing to listen. There was no way you wanted to Dean to discover that information on accident.
Dean.
The other voice was Dean.
You moron, who else would it be?
The bed next to you dipped down, and you felt a gentle hand tuck a few stray hairs behind one of your ears. The sweat covering you was sucking every inch of clothing to your skin, and all you wanted to do was peel either of the pair off.
âI thought Cas was going to come here and help her out,â you heard his voice straining as he spoke, and you felt your heart snap in two.
You moved your hand, as heavy as it felt, and squeezed the first part of him you touched.
âSweetheart,â you could feel Deanâs breath as he hovered over you, âyouâre scaring me here.â
âCasâŚâ you gave out a heavy cough, âhe came. He helped me figure out whatâs been happening.â
A glass of water was brought to your mouth, and you took every drop of it. After swallowing the cup, your eyes finally were able to open. You were greeted by a worried Dean hovering very close to you, and a worried Sam crossing back from the kitchen holding Deanâs water bottle.
Sam set the bottle on the bedside table and sat on his bed, facing you and Dean. Deanâs attention was solely on you. His hands grabbed both sides of your face and brought his lips to your forehead, before resting against it.
âHey,â you said, chuckling slightly, âI didnât mean to scare you, De. You, or Sam.â You sat yourself up in bed.
âDid Cas tell you whatâs wrong?â Sam asked, looking at you expectantly.
âHe did, but⌠is it okay if I talk to Dean? Alone?â You asked softly.
Sam shot Dean a look, which Dean promptly returned with one that had Sam standing up, and walking into the hall.
Orange rays of light shone from the window of the room, and you could just barely see the sun climbing on the horizon. Dean moved to hold you in bed while you gained the composure to tell him you were both parents.
âDeanâŚâ you breathed steadily, trying to even your heartbeat that was ramping up once more, âI have to tell you something-â
âI kinda gathered as much sweetheart,â he said lightly, lines forming around his forest-lorn eyes beautifully.
â- itâs important. I mean, itâs going to change our lives, for the rest of our lives.â
Deanâs face became more serious, pulling you to face him as he crossed his legs.
âYou know you can tell me anything, Y/N.â
Do it, now. Just say-
âIâm pregnant.â
The air hung heavy around the pair of you as you handed him the tests in your pocket, and you could see the clocks turn in Deanâs mind as he stared down at them.
âBut we used a rubber?â He said, and you could guess where his thoughts were wandering.
âWe did, but youâre the only person Iâve been with for years, Dean, I need you to believe me when I say that.â You said reassuringly as you could without sounding like you were lying.
His face broke into a small smile, and he brought his thumb to trace over your lower cheek, âI know, sweetheart. I trust you with my heart, I just know not to use that brand anymore, seems like their effectiveness is questionable.â
You laughed, tears drying in your eyes as you pushed at him playfully, âDean! You gave me a heart attack, you son of a bitch!â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry okay!â He laughed, capturing you in a giant bear hug and rolling you on top of him. You looked down at him and brought your lips down to his.
âYouâre going to be a father,â you said, beaming at him while smiling the hardest youâd ever in the longest time
âYouâre going to be a mother,â he replied, smiling just as hard. Your face fell slightly, and the word mother finally kicked into your head. âHey,â Dean said as he saw your face shift, somehow remembering the story you told him all those years ago, âRemember, weâve got an angel on speed dial, and you know how hard it is to take out a Winchester.â
Your heart warmed at the statement, the baby inside of you was just as much L/N as it was Winchester. You loved Dean with your heart, as did he love you, and now the two of you were going to brace the dangerous world youâd spent years protecting with the amalgamation of that love.
You brought Deanâs hand to your stomach as he brought his other hand to your face. His calloused fingers were gentle on your skin, and small crinkles formed around his eyes as he smiled, holding his hand at your stomach as you gazed back at him.
A knock sounded at the door, making you turn your head around before you and Dean burst into laughter, and told Sam he could come back in the room to tell him the news.
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DEAN WINCHESTER x FEM!READ
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. 18+ CONTENT - read at your own discretion , youve been warned.
PAIRING?: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
OUTLINE: After a long day of hunting .. you, sam, and dean all head back to the motel. you & dean have some sort of tension after a incident during the hunt, and sam tries to make sure dean does something about it.
WARNING(S): smut , p : v , dirty talk , semi public sex , praise kink , strong language , use of pet names
It had been an extremely long day of hunting, you were beyond sore. And Sam was right, windigo's are a total bitch to chase. You began to slowly creep up on the windigo, when Dean followed closely right behind you. Unfortunately, Dean wasnt looking at the ground, he was looking at the girl infront of him.
"Son of a Bitch! Hes getting away!" y/n said, beginning to run after the windigo, dean followed right behind you, running after it. this windigo was fast, and could fit through tight spaces. You and dean had made it to a very tight spot, between two walls, deep down in this cavern where the windigo was keeping its victims. As you began to get in between the walls, so did Dean. And here you both were, stuck inbetween the walls. Your back on his chest. "Youve got to be kidding me. We lost him." You huffed in frustration and exhaustion. You were trying to move as best as you could, not helping Deans case.
"Y/n, stop moving." He said, embarrassed, following by a groan. "What..? Why?-" You had said, as you felt something on your back. Your face flushed red, "Im so sorry-" Dean began to repeat, over and over again. "I dont know why or how that happened-" He tried to explain, but you were in not only shock, but in embarrassment. The thing is, is that youve kinda always had a thing for Dean. I mean, he was your type. Total pretty boy, good smile, tall, flirty, knows how to talk, strong.. The list goes on. But, deep down you never thought that you would even have a chance with Dean. There was no way he had any sort of interest in you.. right?
"Dean, its okay. I wont mention it." You said, cutting off Dean. A million things were running through your mind, but you could only focus on one. "Lets get the hell out of here. I dont wanna be here anymore, we can chase after it tomorrow." Dean nodded in agreement, as they both got out of the situation together. That was definitely not something that you had on your bucket list. To get into a moment like that with Dean? As you caught up back with Sam, he noticed that both you and Dean were failing to have eye contact with eachother, let alone the fact that your guys' face was flushed red.
You guys got into the car, sitting beside Sam. You really couldnt sit next to Dean after what happened. It would really be nothing but awkward. And Sam could sense the tension. He needed to know what happened between you two. As you guys got the motel, you went to the back of the car, grabbed your bag and went straight inside. Enough time to unpack and be asleep before Dean talks to you about the situation.
"What the hell happened between you two?" Sam said, pausing in his tracks, turning around to face Dean. "Nothing, why?" He replies immediately. Nonchalant about the whole idea. "Dean, dont give me the BS, what happened between you two?" He repeats again, this time more firmly. A few seconds of silence took replacement of the voices of them when Dean replied. "When me and Y/n were chasing after the Windigo, we got.. stuck?" He says, keeping it to a bare minimum. Dean was already embarrassed about it, he just wasnt gonna show it. "Stuck.. huh.." Sam replied, "Stuck.. what do you mean?" He tilted his head, having a confused face. "She was infront of me, and we got stuck between two walls .. and i .. i uh-" He became silent again. "You.. what?" Sam already knew, he just wanted to hear Dean say it. "I got.. hard." Right after that, sam began to laugh.. hysterically.
Sam and Dean had finally came in. You were unpacked, and about to find something to eat. "I think im just gonna go to the gas station and grab something. Its just a block from here. You guys' want anything?" Y/n says, looking around at the boys who then look at eachother. "I dont want anything, but im pretty sure Dean might." He smirks to himself, with the comment. "Dude, shut up." Dean retaliated, standing up and grabbing his leather coat. "Ill go with you, dress warm, its cold out."
You put on your coat, and head out the door. Sam flashes a smirk at you and a wink at Dean. "You two dont get introuble now!" He laughed, as you began to walk down the road. Dean scoffed, walking beside you. "Im sorry, for today." He said, blurting out of nowhere. "I really didnt mean to, it really just happened in the moment, and i dont want things awkward between us.." You looked over at Dean and smiled. "Listen, its okay. I know it wasnt on purpose." Well, thats what Y/n thought. Dean laughed to himself after the comment. "What? Whats so funny?" You asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Oh nothin, sweetheart."
That name came out of his mouth like butter, and god didnt it really heat you to your core. To hear him call you that, you just wanted to have him ALL over you. You guys got the stuff from the gas station and came back. It was a quiet trip, in the moment, your heart was racing and you most definitely wanted to take Dean somewhere you two could be alone. "Y/n?" He stops in his tracks, and turns around to look at you. "It was on purpose." He says. You were confused, but then it clicked. There it was again, that same feeling. "Why?" You ask, curious. "Because your attractive." He said, getting closer to you, he began to speak, his voice raspy, and deep. Perfectly just how you liked it. "You make me feel like that everday. You drive me insane." He says, letting it off his chest. "I need you, Y/n." Followed by a groan, he leads you to his car.
This was happening. What you thought about all the time. You got in the car, as he went around and slammed the door right behind him. He got in between your legs, kissing you roughly. He was starving, he needed you, badly. "God, you have no idea how long ive been waiting for this. All those nights, when it was you and me. I thought about bending you over then, and fucking you so rough." He said, kissing along your neck, leaving purple bruises. "Your mine now, sweetheart" Dean said, and he meant every word.
"Now, I need you to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?" He asked, looking at you in the eyes. "I can." You said, looking up at dean. "You cant cum til I tell you to. Okay sweet thing?" Hearing those names fall off his tongue was heaven. And it made you wet. "Yes sir." You said, following his order. âThatâs my girl.â He praised you in that deep rough tone you adored. He ran his fingers along your core, in a circular motion. "Im gonna stretch you out so perfectly." Dean said, as he inserted two fingers in, and curled his fingers, giving the feeling that you needed. "Thats it, keep on making noise, i want everyone to know your mine."
He took out his fingers, holding your legs open for what was gonna happen next. His pulled off his jeans, followed by his boxers. Y/n always thought about how big he was, but to now see it in person, made her mouth water. "Im gonna stretch you out realll good" Slowly beginning to insert his dick inside. A moan escaping your lips as you tried to fit him. "Oh baby, this is all you needed. You needed someone like me to come in, and stretch you out." He began to pickup the pace, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper each time. He couldnt help it, the times when the pants hugged your ass perfectly, or the times where your lips were just so kissable. He needed it to be his. He began to go rougher, the slapping and the groaning was making your head fuzzy. "Fucking you good, you cant think straight, hm?" He began to raise his voice. "This pussy was made for me, for me to stretch you out, and show you how good I can make you feel." You moaned at the feeling of his dick perfectly hitting your g-spot. He felt so good, and you needed this so bad.
"whos my good girl?" he repeated. all you could manage was moans. "fucked you so good, cant think straight, huh baby?" he said. making sure that you still were feeling good. "dean, im gonna- fuck, im gonna cum!" you stated, tears in your eyes as you began to get overstimulated. "me too baby." he replied, pacing himself as he came. followed by you right after. he pulled out, watching the cum ooze out of you. "no baby, you need to keep this in." he took his finger, pushing back inside you. now, you were beyond tired. you put your pants back on, your legs shaking. "dean, im gonna need help!" you said, he smirked, and picked you up. "cmon baby." he laughed, as you guys went into the bathroom. he cleaned you up, getting you into your comfortable clothes. laying you down, as you fell asleep in his arms. he ran his hands through your hair, holding you close. Sam pipes up and says "So, how did it go?" He says, smirking. Dean follows by a "Shut up." as he smiles and goes to sleep with you.
AUTHORS NOTE: hi! this was my first smut book, and i did a light reading over to make sure it wasn't TERRIBLY bad with spelling! feedback is always recommended <3!
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thinking about dean letting his submissive side show for the first time with his gf! 18+
warnings: smut, sub!dean x softdom!reader (pure sweetness i promise)
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youâve been dating for a few months and yeah... the sex is great. mind-blowing even.
but one day something just snaps inside of dean after you come back from a hunt, his adrenaline racing as he pulls you into the motel room after telling sam to âtake a walk, man.â
he lays you down on the bed gently, his eyes locked on yours. you notice a softness in them that youâre not used to, not the usual smirk and playful glint that normally dances around in his eyes when he gets you into bed.
you sit up on your elbows and he crawls up to you, resting his head on your chest.
âlove you,â heâd murmur out, or something else thatâd catch you by surprise. heâd look up at you with his big, soft green eyes and youâd melt cause heâs just so pretty.
so youâd say it, âi love you too, my pretty boy,â playing with his hair.
and that would do it.
heâd smile so sheepishly and something inside of you would snap too; the urge to be gentle, to be soft, to take charge of this beautiful, green eyed man and show him how much you care for him.
âcmâere, my sweet boy,â youâd murmur.
and he would. heâd listen and let his lips find yours desperately and needily, his hands cupping your cheeks and jaw as he moves above you. youâd probably feel him begin to grind against your thigh at this point, clearly wanting more but not wanting to force anything.
youâd smile against his lips and pull back, âwant me to touch you, baby?â
âmhmm...â dean would nod and tilt his head at you, feeling a sense of comfort at your gentleness. he would let out a soft moan at the feeling of your hand moving into his jeans and stroking him softly.
âdoes that feel good?â youâd ask, toying with his sensitive tip a little, earning a soft whimper from dean as he nods.
dean would push down his jeans and boxers, leaving himself fully bare in front of you on the bed. youâd smile, still stroking his pink cock as his lips part, letting out a whimpery breath.
god, it was kinda hot to see your boyfriend go from a crazy killing machine on the hunt, to a soft whimpering mess in front of you now.
youâd pull your hand away and unbutton your own jeans, pushing them down with deanâs help. as you get settled back on the bed after removing both your shirts, youâd see the green eyed hunter slowly pumping himself.
so youâd shake your head and say, âdonât. let me do it.â
dean would drop his hand, his eyes flickering up to yours as your hand moves back to his throbbing cock. his gaze would fall over you, taking in your soft skin and the way you relax on the bed in front of him.
âsâokay, you can touch me, dean,â youâd chuckle softly.
heâd move his hand down your side, caressing you in a loving way that you only seemed to get after sex with him. his breathing is heavy as you pump him, his hands palming your breasts before moving down in between your thighs.
heâd smile with his glassy eyes and stroke your pussy, letting his fingers get covered in your slick, before settling on your clit. youâd moan through a grin and deanâd breathe out, âyouâre so beautiful. canât believe youâre mine.â
that would earn a genuine smile from you, âall yours. and youâre mine, right? all mine?â youâd ask, trying to hold back the teasing tone in your voice at your boyfriendâs unusual softness.
dean would blush and nod, âyeah, iâm all yours. every part of me, mind, heart, soul.â
âyeah, you are. this pretty pink cock too?â youâd grin and raise your brows, stroking him more intentionally now as his fingers slip through your folds.
heâd nod again, âyeah, âspecially my cock, baby. all yours.â he flashes a small grin, a hint of his usual smugness appearing momentarily, before his face contorts with pleasure.
âdamn right. only mine.â
dean would keep letting out whimpers and soft little groans as you pump him, his tip leaking precum. you collect it on your thumb and bring it to your lips, a whine leaving deanâs mouth as he watches you taste him.
youâd smirk, âlay on the bed, dean.â
heâd lay down, no hesitation, no arguments. his big green eyesâd stare up at you as youâd hover over his cock.
you would see it twitching in anticipation as you move your head down towards it. you grab it and give him a soft kitten lick on his tip. dean would groan, âfuck⌠more, please.â
feeling him literally throb in your hand, youâd play nice and take his tip into your mouth, your tongue swirling on the underside of his sensitive cock.
thisâd cause him to whine and throw his head back. youâd chuckle softly around him, the vibration causing him to groan and buck his hips. you take him deeper into your mouth, still being gentle with him.
youâd trace along a vein on the underside of his length, another loud groan erupting from his lips. with a grin around his cock, youâd start bobbing your head up and down.
dean would look at you in such awe. such adoration. his girl. his beautiful, sweet girl, being gentle with him just like he needs.
he wouldnât be able to help the pathetic noises that leave his lips, âmmph⌠fuck, baby⌠feels so good,â heâd mumble out.
your eyes would be locked on his, watching the way he looks at you. he looks so soft and needy. so desperate⌠just for you.
youâd feel him start to tense, his cock twitching in your hand and mouth. and you knew he was close. so youâd pull him out, a whine coming from dean in protest, already missing the wet warmth of your mouth.
âhey, no. donât you wanna be inside me, pretty boy?â you tilt your head with a small grin, your eyes locking onto his pleading ones.
ây-yes⌠please, i need to be inside you⌠feel you around me, baby. please?â heâd look at you with his eyes glazed over, his hardened cock bright pink and covered in your saliva.
âatta boy,â youâd coo as you move forward to straddle him.
dean would bite his lip and groan as you pump his length a few more times before settling over it, his tip poking at your entrance, ���say please,â you would look down at him, seeing the needy expression on his face.
âp-please!â heâd frown up at you, shifting his hips, looking for some relief.
youâd smile at him, âsay it again. let me know how bad you want this, baby.â youâd watch his jaw drop slightly as his eyes flicker between your face and your pussy hovering over his erection.
âplease, baby, please! i need you so bad. please!â the desperation clear in his voice.
so youâd sink down onto his cock, letting it stretch you out as you let out a soft groan. dean, on the other hand, letting out a loud whimper, dropping his head back onto the pillows as his hands move to your thighs, trying to ground himself.
âfeels so good,â heâd mutter breathily, squeezing your thighs as his member throbs inside you.
âyeah, does,â youâd stay still on him for a few moments, âyou fill me so well, dean.â
heâd let out a strangled breath at your words. you could tell he needed you to move, so you would. you start grinding slowly on his cock, moving a hand to his cheek. his eyes flicker to yours as you gently caress his cheekbone.
âyouâre being so good, dean. so good.â
heâd look at you, his face contorted in pleasure, but his eyes still soft and full of need. youâd never seen your boyfriend like this before, looking like heâs about to burst from desperation and pleasure.
deanâs hands would move to your hips, trying to guide you over his cock quicker.
âhey, no! hands off. let me do this,â youâd say firmly, holding eye contact with him. heâd pout and reluctantly drop his hands from your hips, finding the bedsheets and gripping them instead.
youâd speed up on his cock a little, feeling him throb against your walls, âgood boy.â
dean would let out a whimper as you grind on his cock. youâd see the tension in deanâs face. heâd be trying to hold on, wanting the feeling of your warmth wrapped around his length to last as long as possible, but struggling to keep himself under control.
deanâs cock would brush against your gspot, making you tighten around him with every movement. your hand would find itâs way to your clit, rubbing expertly and driving you closer to your orgasm.
âf-feels so good, baby. you feel like h-heaven,â dean would groan out breathily, feeling you clench around him.
youâd let out a moan and start bouncing on him, desperate for him to hit your gspot harder. dean would moan loudly and squeeze his eyes shut, trying his best to hold off his release.
âfuck, gonna- gonna cum if you keep- mmm, godâŚ. keep doing that,â dean would mumble.
âdonât cum until i do, okay? be a good boy,â youâd breathe out as you bounce on his thick pink member and rub your clit, âiâm close⌠just a little longer.â
dean would whine and grip the bedsheets until his knuckles turn white. his head would drop back into the pillow and heâd shake his head, trying to not cum into your cunt.
youâd watch him in immense pleasure and feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you neared your orgasm. you loved seeing him like this, desperately trying to hold on for you, his face contorting like crazy as you ride him.
youâd keep bouncing, feeling him hit all the right spots, your moans getting louder as you reach the edge. your pussy would clench and youâd look down at him, âdean, iâm gonna-â
his eyes would snap open and find yours, âplease⌠please cum. let me- ughhh⌠let me cum!â heâd beg.
youâd feel yourself cumming on his cock, âfuck! oh, godâŚ. iâm cumming, deanâŚ.â youâd whine and moan, throwing your head back as you keep bouncing and tightening around his length.
heâd immediately shoot his thick warm ropes of cum into your cunt, loud whines and groans leaving his lips as he twitches inside you.
âfuck! fuckâŚ. feels so goodâŚâ heâd mumble breathily.
your jaw would drop as you look down at him, feeling him fill you up.
youâd keep bouncing on him, letting his cock shove his cum further into you and letting it drip everywhere.
deanâs eyes would drop down to where you two connect and heâd let out a breath at the sight.
as your high begins to end, youâd slow your movements to a still. youâd both be panting and looking at each other, deanâs eyes filled with satisfaction and neediness.
youâd smile and lean forward, earning a small hiss from dean at the stimulation on his sensitive cock. youâd cup his cheek again, âthere we go, baby. you feel good?â
dean would nod and blink slowly, enjoying your gentle hand on his cheek, âyeah⌠yeah, so good. so fuckinâ good,â heâd pant out.
youâd smile and settle down onto his chest, letting his softening cock rest in you as you lay your head down. youâd lay in silence for a few moments, both of you catching your breath.
âthank you,â heâd murmur and kiss your forehead, âi needed that.â
âi know,â youâd say breathily, tracing shapes onto his chest.
A/N: hope this was cute! idk i love soft n sweet dean. <3
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