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ultravi0lence14 · 21 days ago

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Season Of The Witch

dean winchester x witch!reader

5k | fluff, slight angst

summary: as a natural born witch, you never felt the need to do all the insidious acts that other, more malignant witches did. funny enough, you hunted them like a hunter did your kind. this hobby of yours led you to the winchester’s, which led into a long journey spent with them and unspoken feelings for the eldest brother.

*based on this request

the cold wind whipped at your face, making your hair fly in every direction. your car was parked on the side of the road, a desolate spot that stared off onto a lake. you were sitting on the car’s hood, spell book in hand as you tried to figure out which spell would be the best to help find this witch.

it was weird really. a witch that hunted down other witches. but as strange as it sounded, you weren’t evil at all. born in a very long lineage of witches alike, your mom always raised you on the pretences of good, never allowing you to stray into the clutches of evil.

she had raised you in a peaceful environment, showing you the ways witches could use their craft to benefit others. different spells, healing charms, herbs, and warding symbols were all you knew growing up, and it didn’t really seem to bother you.

the two years since she had passed seemed like a millennia ago, but her legacy that stayed alive in your path made you believe that she’d be proud in you.

a week after she had passed, a witch had stumbled upon your small town, looking for a place to wreak havoc. you weren’t having it, and in an attempt to get her to stop — talking her down until she backed off — the witch sent a bookshelf flying at your head, nearly missing if you hadn’t dodged out of the way.

that was the first witch you’d ever killed. and honestly, it didn’t feel right in the beginning.

this was your own kind. women who also shared the same craft that you did. but it dawned on you very quickly that they weren’t using it correctly. these witches were using the power of magic to cause harm when it’s intended purpose was to spread good.

it was then two years ago that you decided to go rogue, scoping out cases done by witches and dealing with the problem before it got out of hand.

you had come across hunters in your time. wanting to kill you, believing your good girl act was all a ruse. though with quick words — and sometimes spells if needed — you got them off your back.

this time, it wasn’t as simple.

the foggy atmosphere of michigan brought a sinister, and dull feeling to the small town you were currently in. a newspaper article led you here, spouting a story about how kids in the town had been randomly disappearing, only to then go back to their homes three days later with no memory, to then break out in a horrid sickness.

you knew this all too well. it was a powerful spell used by witches to stay young forever. almost like the purpose of rapunzel’s hair in tangled but with the youth of children. it was sick and twisted, and you never once in your life thought of using it.

really, you didn’t need to. though your mom was a witch your dad was human. this meant that you were basically a regular person, but with magic flowing through your veins. it was pretty cool, but it didn’t happen for most witches, which had some resorting to this form of cruelty.

moving throughout the town, you could feel the energy that the witch was leaving off; pure evil and unadulterated demise. you wanted to stop her as quickly as possible, though you noticed there was something in your way.

well, actually two somethings.

hunters, and notorious ones at that. sam and dean winchester were known throughout not only the supernatural world, but the hunter community. they were good at what they did, and you couldn’t lie to yourself and believe that them being in town — presumably working on the same case — didn’t scare the crap out of you.

those two were well known for killing anyone in their path. so you decided to stay low, taking a more bookish approach while working so you wouldn’t run into the two brothers.

that’s why you were looking through your spell book. you were trying to find something that would help you with the whereabouts of the witch. but it wasn’t working.

with an unsatisfied huff leaving your lips, you hopped off your cars hood, getting into the drivers seat and pealing back onto the road, moving towards the nearest bar you could find.

a calm, peaceful drink at some bar was all you needed. you wanted to get your mind off of the imposed threat of the winchester’s, and focus more on saving the children in this town.

ten minutes later, you found a run down dive bar surrounded by even more deserted buildings. it wasn’t pleasant looking, definitely having been opened for a couple of decades, but you were desperate for a pick me up, and this was the closest place you could find.

the smell of cheap beer and stale air took over your senses when you opened the door. the place wasn’t too busy, just a couple of stragglers who seemed to be regulars in the place. with that in mind, you walked towards the bar, head down so you wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye and start any unwanted conversations.

you really didn’t know what to even think about when you sat at the bar top, a glass of something strong in your hands. you were in this rut that seemed to have started after your moms passing. you’d throw yourself into cases, taking your mind off of the pain of losing her. you never really coped with her death, and as time moved on, the effects of it were starting to wear you down.

everything was for her. she wanted to be a person that was seen as a beacon of hope, a saviour they could always count on. and yeah, you had been doing that for the past two years, saving children and adults alike from the clutches of different witches. but when had it stopped making you feel fulfilled? when had it taken away that riveting feeling of honouring your mom and left a chore in it’s wake.

the thoughts were running around your head, almost about to make you catatonic when a voice cut through the air. it was familiar, yet you couldn’t pin point where you’d heard it from.

“we’ve got everything we need, sammy. the whereabouts of the witch, her motives, the artillery to take her down. why can’t we just go gank her now?” oh dear god.

of course it was the winchester’s. why would you be able to have a peaceful drink without those two being there? it was almost like the universe was playing a sick prank on you, laughing in your face at your already down mood and throwing something in the mix to make you feel worse.

but then you listened closely, really getting a good understanding at what they were saying. “it’s not that simple,” spoke the youngest winchester, who you knew was named sam. “she’s powerful dean, possibly the most powerful witch we’ve ever come across. this case would definitely call for backup, but we don’t have any. so we’ve got to think clearly and not make any stupid decisions.”

his words made a small light bulb flicker in your head. the idea was stupid — really stupid if the winchester’s weren’t up for what you had in mind. but you were desperate, the shit realization that just dawned on you needing to be squashed. they had the resources you needed, and what was the harm in having a bit of help?

knocking back the rest of your drink, you got off the bar stool and started walking towards the hunters’ table. though you were nervous they would shoot you right on the spot, you couldn’t show them that. so with an unabided confidence that you didn’t even know you had, you slid into the booth beside the eldest winchester.

you watched as both their expressions twisted into confusion. you awkwardly smiled as dean looked at you, and then at his brother with an expression void of any emotion but pure bewilderment. “can we help you-“

“let’s just cut to the chase,” you had cut him off, telling the two your name before jumping straight into business. “i’m a witch.”

the two men’s eyes widened, and before either of them could reach for a weapon, you lifted your hand in a ‘wait’ motion, halting their movements while also putting fear in sam’s eyes that your hand pointed at him was going to throw him across the room.

“before the two of you start your whole hunter shtick, i’m not evil, i swear.” the looks on their faces were skeptical, but you were too tired to even elaborate. “long story short, born a witch, mother raised me good, she died and i decided to kill witches who are evil, kind of.” the last two words were lilted up a bit, producing confusion on not only your face but sam and dean’s.

they had no idea what they were just faced with. sam looked at dean across the table, and they had one of their infamous silent conversations. dean clearly didn’t trust her, but sam believed that she was telling the truth, not understanding why she would tell such an elaborate lie to get into cahoots with them.

sam placed his hands on the table, leaning closer towards the mysterious girl so he could get a better read on her. “so i’m guessing you’re looking after the same witch we are?”

“yes.” you spoke, pulling your personal journal and spell book out of your bag. you saw dean’s hesitant face as he peered at the book, different assumptions of horrors and malignant spells that were beyond the bindings splaying across his face. though when you opened it, he saw nothing but good and graceful magic that could thwart the evil that lurked throughout the world.

opening both your journal and spell book to specific pages, you pointed at each, annunciating your points as dean and sam looked on curiously. “this is the witch we’re working with, as you two already figured out.” you started, pointing to your journal were you had written down a mental note of her. “and this is the spell that i thought could stop her, but i seemed to have been wrong.”

the intrigue on sam’s face had grown, and in an instant he was spinning your spell book towards him, flipping through the pages like he was trying to look for something specific. you just watched on confused, not knowing what his motives were but still interested in what he was thinking about.

“what if,” he mumbled to himself, stopping on a page and flipping it around to you and dean. “we combined that first spell you showed us and this one? they both have the agents to take down this witch, the only problem is that there is no spell where the ingredients correspond. so what if we just. . . meshed them together?”

his words came off confusing to you at the start, but when you really started to think about it, the plan was borderline genius. with a little tweaking of the spell, you’d have all the resources you’d need to take down this witch.

“that could work.” you balked out excitedly, grabbing a pen from your bag and eagerly writing down the instructions and ingredients from both spells. though, before the pen could even touch the paper, you felt a hard gaze on yours. looking to your left, the cool, emerald eyes of dean winchester were staring back at you.

a dark forest green had taken over his irises, and you could tell that he wasn’t too fond of this plan like his brother was. “do you think we’re fucking stupid? no way in hell are we going to work with you. let alone allow you to cook up some half-assed spell that unknown to sam and i, could be used to kill us.”

expecting nothing less from the eldest brother, you just stared back at him with a straight expression, not really wanting to entertain his paranoia. “wow,” you breathed out, flipping back and forth between the two spells. “you really are as paranoid as they say.”

he just looked at you affronted, words barely gracing the tip of his tongue before you cut him off again. “if i wanted to hurt you two, don’t you think i would’ve done it by now? personally, i don’t have the time — nor energy, to cook up some elaborate plan to kill you both. so stop complaining and go pick these up for me.”

a piece of paper was slammed between the two brothers, a plethora of herbs and ingredients you’d need to conduct the spell.

dean just looked at you with an exasperated expression, a snarky grin appearing on his face in it’s wake. “if you think we’re going to run around and do your chores, than you are extremely mistaken, sunshine.”

sam had listened to dean grumble the entire way to the store. he’d grumbled the entire way back. he even grumbled as you combined it all together. it was clear as day that dean wasn’t having any of this, but sam was having too much fun to put a stop in it.

he could tell you were trust worthy, and with that he allowed you to make your herb stew in the back of the impala, the three of you like sitting ducks outside of the witches house.

dean almost had a conniption when sam offered up that idea, saying he’d kill you on the spot if you got any herbs in the cracks of the backseat. though with sam’s famous puppy dog eyes, here he was; an overpowering smell taking over his nostrils as you added the last ingredient.

“okay,” you breathed out, dusting off your hands in the bowl. “the logistics of the spell are pretty simple; you guys go in, throw this on her, and i’ll be in here saying the spell.”

dean just scoffed, turning around and looking at you with a face of disbelief. “yeah, there is no way in hell we’re leaving you by yourself. let alone in my baby. c’mon sabrina, you’re coming with us.”

the role of your eyes was palpable as you stepped out of the car. you handed off the bowl to sam as dean breathed down your neck, hounding in on your personal space to make sure you wouldn’t make a run for it. his hand was lingering over the small of your back, and you felt stupid for the shiver that ran up your spine.

both sam and dean slowly walked into the house, guns in hand as they prepared for a battle. in your experience, the witch was always hiding somewhere in her home to do her spell work. what you weren’t expecting though, was for her to be right in the living room.

she was doing a spell of sorts, one to draw in people and bring them to her home. it was like that scene in hocus pocus, and you had to laugh at the stereotype of it all.

at the sound of your giggle, her head snapped up, attempting to throw the three of you across the room. but you were quicker, and with a wave of your hand you blocked her attack with meticulous precision. dean looked shocked, though sam was waiting for the nod of your head, indicating when he can throw the mixture.

when you did, sam doused the witch in the mixture. she screamed in agony, something you weren’t suspecting, but you just kept going with the spell. you started chanting the incantation, watching as her skin bubbled in a way that meant her body was liquifying from the inside.

it was gnarly, you knew that; so did sam and dean. faces of disgust etching on all three of your faces as she dropped to the ground, presumably dead.

“did it. . . work?” dean spoke hesitantly, walking closer to the witch and poking at her.

you just nodded your head, flipping to the page in your spell book that would help with the sick kids. it was a reversal spell, and as you finished the incantation, you saw the talismans on the witches alter smash, making you know that the spell was broken and the kids were safe.

the rest of the evening went by in a blur; you going with sam and dean to the hospital to see if the kids were okay, the two brothers asking you countless questions on what a good witch ‘really is’, and now they were dropping you back off at your car, looking at you as you leaned against the driver side door.

“it was nice having some help.” you said, smiling at both of them and going in to give sam a hug. “thank you.” you breathed out, moving from him to his brother. dean was more tense, but he revelled in the feeling of your body against his. you smelt nice, and he couldn’t help but be intoxicated by your sent.

than an idea popped into his head, and he pulled away so he was only at an arms length. “what if you joined us?” dean spoke, eliciting your eyes to widen and sam’s eyebrows to raise.

“wait, seriously?” you questioned, looking dean in the eye as his hands stayed firmly on your shoulders. it was a weird position, but you felt a strange sense of serenity with his hands soothing your skin.

“yeah,” dean’s voice sounded like he was unsure, but he knew that what he was saying was the truth. “sam and i can only do so much, and having a witch on our side would be a great advantage.”

sam nodded in agreement, looking over at you with a smile. “he’s right, and you’re pretty cool.”

you just laughed, thinking about their proposal for a second. this work wasn’t something you enjoyed anymore, but new parameters? two new people for you to work with? you weren’t just going to be hunting witches anymore, this was going to be all supernatural creatures alike. it was exhilarating, and you couldn’t say no.

“sure, why not.” you spoke with a grin, watching as sam and dean’s face matched yours. this was the start of something new for you, and you could see that something good was going to happen.

the months had gone by in a haze, the thrill of being on the road with sam and dean something you hadn’t felt in a long time. they were good hunters, and every new case they brought forth, a new sense of being was burning into your bones.

ghosts, vampires, and wendigo’s alike, the three of you were hacking through the supernatural population of america one by one. it was nice, knowing you were helping so many more people. and that for once, you had people alongside you that didn’t make you feel alone.

this case was no different, and with the looming threat of a werewolf in town, the three of you were on edge waiting for that next full moon. it was in a couple of hours, and only having been in this small town for one day, you were starting to feel doubtful that you’d be able to stop the wolf before it attacked tonight.

sam had been on his computer all day, going through old town records and different lores on werewolves to figure out what the beast had in store. dean was out in the impala, patrolling the streets and seeing if he could find anything suspicious. you on the other hand, you were creating new spells.

ever since the spell you and sam had concocted worked, you’ve been itching to make more. it was the thrill, the anticipation of when you spoke those words, would the outcome be positive. it most often than not worked, and you loved watching spells of your own merit being used to stop supernatural beings.

the mechanics and rush behind it enthralled you, and the quickness in which you came up with new spells couldn’t be stopped.

a loud huff broke through your excited haze. you turned and watched as dean forcefully shut the door behind him, throwing his jacket and shoes on the ground before flopping on the bed adjacent to the one you were sitting on.

“this is pointless,” he groaned, hands going to run down the expense of his face. “there’s no suspicious activity in town, you’ve had your nose in a book all day sammy, and halliwell over there has been making so many spells, i think the smell is frying our brains.”

a soft smile just graced your cheeks, ignoring the snickers from sam’s lips as you placed your spell book on the bed. you moved to sit beside dean’s sprawled body, hand resting on his shoulder in a comforting fashion as he peaked an eye at you from behind his hand.

“don’t get so stressed, dean.” you soothed, hands going to push a stray hair that went rogue on his forehead. “we’ve dealt with worse and have been successful with less, everything will work out as planned.”

another loud sigh just left the eldest winchester’s lips, his body propelling upwards as he went to sit properly beside you. “thanks sweetheart,” he whispered, leaving a feather light kiss on your cheek that had your face reddening. “how do you always know the right things to say?”

a swarm of butterflies flew around your stomach as you watched dean’s lips move. you knew this silly crush on him was inconvenient for both you and your dazed brain, so you just hoped you could push it down far enough until it fizzled out.

“magic.” you grinned as dean just rolled his eyes, hands going to lightly shove you as he walked over to where sam sat hunched at his computer.

it seemed as though everyone was fed up with the outcome of this case, the loud slam of a laptop indicating that sam had shut his. when you turned your head, you could see the exhaustion and frustration on his face.

he had scrubbed his hand down his face, massaging his forehead with his fingers as you watched him contemplate all his life choices leading up to this very moment. you were all tired, and there was only one thing you knew that took the edge away from every single person in this room.

“i’ve got an idea!” you mused, standing up and walking towards sam’s slumped position. dean was stood by the chair adjacent to you and his brother, watching inquisitively as a bright smile lit up your face. “let’s go get a drink. clear our heads.”

all you got in return was a nod from both brothers, silence blanketing the three of you as you all made your way to the impala. not even ten minutes later, you were seated in a small town bar, tucked away in a booth in the back while sam and dean conversed about something you hadn’t picked up on.

your eyes had racked over the patrons in the bar, seeming to mostly be locals who were known by the owners. but one guy was sending alarms off in your head. you couldn’t explain it, but he just didn’t seem to fit in, a sinister motive behind his exterior.

a slight sense of curiosity washed over your body, and with a slight inclination to sam and dean that you were going to grab another drink, you found yourself moving towards the bar where the man sat.

the second you found your footing on the bar stool, the man was turning his head towards you, waiting for you to order your drink before jumping in. “well, hello there.”

his eyes gleamed with a wicked smirk, nothing but cruel intentions dancing behind his glimmering smile or pearly white teeth. that’s what you planned on doing; to let him believe you were an unsuspecting bystander so you could break down his walls and figure out if what you believed was true.

“hi,” you gave your most flirtatious smile, trying not to look like a dork after all the years you’d been out of practice. “what’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

“i can ask you the same thing, doll.” the pet name curled disgust in your gut, dripping off of his tongue like a snakes venom trying to get into your system. it was sickening, but you kept your composure.

with a flick of your hair, you gazed up at the man through your lashes. “oh i’m probably just like everyone else in here. trying to take the edge off, looking for a bit of fun. mischief.” you could see the way his eyes sparkled mean when you said those last words, lips coming up to lick his top row of teeth like a predator finding his prey. it was then you saw the prominence of his canines, and your suspicions were made correct.

“well,” he drawled out, inching closer by the second. “i can think of a few things we could-“

“baby, are you ready to go?”

the rough voice behind you made a jump wrack through your body, and when you turned around, dean’s hard stare was just as menacing as his voice. it wasn’t even just the endearing name that sent a jolt through your veins, it was the way he sounded like he meant it, forcing the word out like it’d been trapped on the tip of his tongue.

it was directed towards the man beside you, eyes narrowed as you watched his hands tighten on the back of your chair. you could see the restraint in his eyes, watching as he stopped himself from letting go of your stool and strangling this man until he couldn’t breathe.

no other words left his mouth as he stood behind you. he didn’t need to say anything. you could see exactly what he was thinking from the emotions swirling in his green irises.

“didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” the man grumbled, taking his gaze of off dean’s and moving towards the front of the bar. you didn’t even have time to reply, feeling as dean’s arm wrapped around your waist, moving you slowly off of the seat before he tucked you into his side.

“must’ve slipped her mind.” he gritted out, turning around and pulling the both of you towards the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

your heart was beating in your ears, so many thoughts swivelling around your brain that you didn’t know what to think. dean had never acted like this before, and you don’t know why he’s started now.

in an instant, dean’s arm left your waist, spinning you until you backed against the wall of the secluded hallway with a dull thud. a gasp left your lips as he crowded into your space, placing his hands on the wall by your head as his face inched closer to yours.

“what the fuck was that?” dean had practically seethed out the words through gritted teeth, breath hitting your face as you stared at him wide eyed. “i look away for one second and you’re twirling your hair for another man. do you know how that makes me feel?” his words came out like knives, sending a feeling of confusion and shock through your body.

“what are you even talking about dean?” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “you flirt with girls at every stop we make. you’ve never even inclined to me that you feel this way, so why now?”

you wouldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t wish for this to happen, because you did. bubbles of jealousy would rise in your stomach when dean got girls phone numbers, and annoyance when he’d leave a bar with another waitress would rear it’s ugly head until your knuckles turned white from gripping the table.

but through all of that, you still couldn’t understand why dean was saying this now. why he hadn’t just out and talked to you when he first had the chance.

a softer look danced across dean’s eyes, removing one of his hands from the wall so he could cup your cheek. it was all so confusing, but you couldn’t help staring back into his eyes as he penetrated your soul with his.

“i was afraid,” dean breathed out, looking down briefly before looking back at you. “the people i care about have a way of getting hurt, and i could never let that happen to you, sweet girl, never.” his words were followed by his fingers stroking your cheek, a small smile dancing across his lips. “you mean too much to me, more than i could ever imagine.”

this all seemed so sudden, but somehow, you knew in your heart that it all made sense. dean was just as scared as any normal person with his life would be, and that was okay. you just wanted him to feel like he could let you in without the fear of inevitable demise.

the palms of your hands went to rest behind his neck, stroking the tufts of hair that rested there. you brought your face closer to dean’s, soft breaths leaving your lips as they brushed against dean’s with each word. “just kiss me already.”

and he did, devouring you whole until the only thing you could comprehend was his lips on yours. he was soft, gentle, but also with an urgency and roughness that spoke his devotion to you with no words needed.

he was so wrapped up in your lips, that when you tried to pull away he dragged you in closer, the hand resting on your cheek going to rest on the back of your head where his fingers nestled in the locks of your hair.

though when you did pull away, a vibrant smile broke out on your lips that had his knees buckling beneath him. “by the way lover boy, i’m pretty sure i found our werewolf.”

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jensengirl83 · 2 months ago

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Unexpected Arrival

Dean x reader

Word Count-3490

Warnings- SMUT, fluff, language, sub!Dean

Summary- Dean thinks Y/N will be gone for a few more days on a hunt. What will she find when she comes back early to surprise him?

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Y/N was exhausted. She’d been on a hunt for over a week that should’ve taken three days. All she wanted now was to get back to the bunker, back to Dean. It had been one of the few times they had hunted separately, and she’d missed him terribly. He and Sam had been out on their own hunt because she had wanted to take a slight break, but that changed when another hunter called, needing help to eliminate a werewolf pack. So, that’s why she was now tired, frustrated, and wanting nothing more than a hot shower and cuddling with her boyfriend.

The closer Y/N got to the bunker, the more her tension seemed to ebb away. As the miles raced away under her tires, she couldn’t help but smile a little. Just the thought of getting closer to Dean with every minute that passed helped with her frustration of being gone so long. He thought she would be gone a few more days, but luckily, she and her partner had found the pack and decimated it quicker than anticipated. She’d thought about calling and letting him know she was returning but decided to surprise him instead.

Finally, the bunker was in her sights. She sighed in relief as she made her way to the garage, parked her car, and got out, stretching her sore and aching muscles. She threw her duffle over her shoulder and began the trek to the war room, hoping that Dean would be there, wanting to see the surprise on his face when she walked in. But, as she took her first steps into the room, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Sam stood there, his own duffle slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, Sam,” she greeted, “Are you heading out?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he returned her greeting, “Yeah, Jody needs help with a vamp’s nest.”

“Don’t you ever take a break? How long have you guys been back, anyway?”

“We got back a couple of days ago. I’ve had time to rest,” he chuckled at her worry. She was always making sure they were taken care of.

“Okay, just please be careful, and let us know how it’s going. Do you know where Dean is?”

“He said something about going to watch a movie and relax. He’s been looking forward to you coming home. You know how Dean is; he won’t outwardly say it, but he really missed you,” Sam smiled, patting her on the shoulder as he walked past, heading for the garage.

“I missed him. That’s why I didn’t call. I wanted to surprise him,” she exclaimed gleefully. The thought of his excitement at seeing her made her stomach swim with butterflies.

“He’ll definitely be surprised. I’ll see you when I get back. It shouldn’t be more than a few days.”

“Be safe,” she told him, leaning up to kiss his cheek as he left, leaving her alone in the war room.

Once Sam was gone, she threw her things on the war room table, stretching her muscles again before she started her journey down the hall to her and Dean’s shared room. The excitement of knowing they had the bunker to themselves for a few days put a pep in her step. She was going to try to convince Dean to take this time to spend it together. No hunts, no outside distractions. Just the two of them lounging around, watching movies, spending long overdue quality time together. It wasn’t often that they were the only ones home. Sam was rarely not there with them or in the front seat of the Impala on their hunts. So, she wanted to take full advantage of the time they could have together the next few days.

As she got closer to their room, the thoughts of everything they could do while alone made her want to giggle like a little girl. She loved that green-eyed hunter down the hall more than she could ever describe. It had taken a while, but she finally managed to get him to fully let her in and open up to her in ways that he hadn’t with anyone else, which made her love for him grow exponentially. But all thoughts ceased as she got to their doorway. The sound of a grunt coming from the cracked door made her stop in her tracks. Was he okay? Was he in pain? She rushed the last few steps to the room, peeking in, but what she saw froze her in her spot. Dean was lying in their bed, hand under the sheets, head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Yes, Y/N, God, it feels so good,” he groaned, his hand visibly stroking his hard length.

She couldn’t help but stare, the sight making her weak in the knees and that familiar heat growing between her legs. The sound of a woman moaning brought her back to the present. For a split second, her heart dropped, but then she realized it was coming from the porn he was watching. Her eyes broke from Dean to the screen, and what she witnessed gave her an idea.

“So, how much does it turn you on to watch her be in control?” she questioned seductively, announcing her presence and making Dean jump in surprise.

“Y/N! I-I, uh, how long have you been back?” he stuttered, quickly moving his hand away, flustered that he had been caught.

“Long enough to see that you’re having a pretty good time there, handsome,” she quipped, turning her eyes back to the screen where the woman was clearly dominating her partner, “But you didn’t answer my question. How turned on are you to see a woman being dominant?”

“I, well, uh,” he continued to stumble through his words as he reached for the remote control to turn off the movie.

“Uh uh. Leave it on,” she demanded authoritatively, slowly stripping off her flannel as she moved closer to the bed. She watched as he quivered at her tone. “Now, answer me.”

“It turns me on,” he mumbled quickly, barely audible.

“Oh, come on,” she chastised, now down to her underwear as she stood beside the bed, “You can do better than that.”

“Fine, it really turns me on,” he said sheepishly, eyes cast down, not wanting to see her expression at his admission.

She smirked, her tiredness ebbing away and turning into a burning desire for the man sitting before her. If that turned him on, she would give him something he’d never forget. But she had to make sure it was something he wanted. They’d always been good about trying new things, but only if both were up for it. So, placing her fingers under his chin, tilting his face to look at her, she smiled down at him.

“You want me to do it? Want me to dominate you?”

“Are you serious?” he asked, his cock twitching at the thought that one of his secret fantasies may be coming to life.

She grabbed his face between her fingers a little roughly, pulling his face closer to hers as she leaned down to look into his eyes, “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Before she knew what was happening, he had her pulled down into his lap, his mouth covering hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue swiping against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She let him run the show for a minute, but when she felt him start grinding his hips up against hers, she pulled away, making him whine.

“Now, here’s how it’s going to go. You’re going to listen to what I tell you, and if you disobey, I stop, understand?” she stated, watching his pupils dilate, almost completely taking over the emerald green of his eyes.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Yes, what?” she asked, grabbing his hair, tugging harshly, his body shaking with want.

“Yes, ma’am!” he exclaimed excitedly. She was going to ruin him, and he was all for it.

“Good. Now, you can touch me only when I say you can, and you cannot touch yourself at all. Are you sure you want this?” she asked one more time, ensuring he really wanted this.

“Yes, I want it. Y/N, I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” he smiled up at her. She always worried about him and his well-being. That’s one of the many reasons he loved her.

“Alright. Then get ready to have your mind blown, big boy,” she winked, slowly beginning to grind down against him, his hands instinctively grabbing her hips.

“What did I just say about touching,” she scolded, moving off his lap and standing beside the bed.

“I’m sorry! It’s just instinct! I won’t do it again!” he almost begged. He wanted, no needed, to feel her against him again.

“Dean…I have to punish you for that. Maybe you’ll learn to listen.”

“No, please, baby. I need to feel you. God, I’ve missed feeling you,” he whined, reaching out to touch her but remembering and pulling his hand back, dropping it in his lap.

“Shh, babe. You’ll feel me, just not right now. Now, scoot up,” she motioned for him to move so she could sit behind him on the bed as she removed the rest of her clothes. He obliged, but not without a pout.

“Ahh, are you pouting, Dean? Good boys don’t pout. Don’t you want to be a good boy and get the rewards they get?” she whispered in his ear as she ran her hands down his arms, moving over to his abdomen, making his muscles tense and then release.

“Yes, God. I’ll be good,” he grunted as she scraped her nails up and down his stomach.

“That’s what I want to hear. Now, lean back,” she instructed him to lean his body back against hers, his head on her shoulder as her hands continued to roam.

“Baby…” he began to utter his pleas, but she moved her finger up to his mouth to quiet him.

“You hear that? Do you hear the sounds she’s making? Does that turn you on, Dean? Will you let me use you to make myself feel that good, huh? Let me ride you until I come so hard, squeeze around you so tight,” she whispered in his ear, nudging his head to look at the movie, his breath hitching in his throat as her hands moved all around where he wanted her to touch him. It was tortuous, but he couldn’t deny that he was turned on more than he had been in a long time. The thought of her using him to get her pleasure made him hard as a rock. He couldn’t contain the loud moan that escaped him.

“That’s it. Let me hear you, babe. Such a good boy for me,” she cooed, feeling his body shiver with need. It made her want him even more, her body reacting. She ground herself against his backside, needing friction. “You feel how wet I am, Dean? Damn, I can’t wait to feel you inside me, filling me up so good, filling me up the way only your big cock can.”

“Y/N, baby, please! I can’t take anymore. I need you so bad. Please, please…” he began to beg, the need to feel her wrapped around him, controlling all his senses.

“Already begging? Does my good boy need me, need to come for me?”

“Yes! I need you so bad. I’ve missed you and how you feel. Please, baby,” he pleaded, fists clenching the sheets beside him, her hands still teasing him, “I’m not going to last if you keep teasing me!”

She smirked at his desperation. What she wasn’t going to admit was that seeing him that turned on and begging for her was slowly chipping away at her restraint. Being away from him and not feeling him for over a week made her body thrum with the need for him, too. She slid from behind him and motioned for him to scoot back against the headboard. Once he was positioned where she wanted him, she climbed back into his lap.

“I’m going to give you what you want, Dean, but remember, hands to yourself until I say otherwise. Got it?” she made sure the rules were clear as she slowly ground herself against him, his tip catching her swollen clit, bringing low moans out of her.

“No touching, got it. Just please, sweetheart, stop teasing me and let me feel you,” he groaned as the feeling of her pussy, warm and slick, grinding against him slowly drove him insane.

“That’s not how this works. You wanted me to dominate you, right? That means you get what I give you when I want to give it. Understand?” she said, pulling his hair, causing his head to tilt back to look up at her.

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

“Yes, what, Dean?” she smirked as she rolled her hips again and watched his eyes roll back.

“Yes, ma’am! God, Y/N, you’re killing me…”

“Oh, but what a pleasurable death it will be,” she moaned in his ear as she lifted herself, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance, dropping down to take all of him in one motion.

Dean couldn’t stop the scream that tore from his throat as he felt her heat surround him suddenly. He had to twist the sheets tighter in his grip to prevent his hands from grabbing her hips, making her bounce on him fast and hard, but he had asked her to dominate him, so he had to follow the rules, even though he thought it might be the death of him.

Dean shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. It was taking all his willpower not to finish before her. He had never been dominated like this before, and he loved it. The feeling of her tight pussy taking him to the hilt, and the sexy moans leaving her as she chased her end, were driving him mad. He wanted to grab her hips and help her move against him, but he knew he couldn’t.

Y/N watched Dean’s eyes flutter shut, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets, his teeth indenting his bottom lip as he sucked into his mouth, trying to contain the many noises that wanted to bubble up and out of him, but she wasn’t having that. She pulled his lip from his teeth with her thumb, his eyes shooting open from the contact as she began to grind slowly in his lap.

“No, Dean. No keeping quiet. Let me hear all those beautifully sinful noises I plan to draw out of you,” she told him as she began to move faster, the sexiest whimper she’d ever heard leaving past his lips, “Yes, that’s it, that’s my good boy. I’ll have you screaming my name before I’m done.”

“God, Y/N…y-you feel so damn good. R-riding me so fucking good. Please, let me touch you. I need to touch you,” he begged, the restraint of not touching starting to become too much.

“Does my good boy want to touch me?” she felt his whole body shudder at the praise, making her smile. Had she known that praising him would get that kind of reaction, she would’ve done it much sooner, “Okay, Dean. Since you’ve been good, you can touch me.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, his hands were on her hips, his grip almost bruising, his hips meeting hers as he pulled her up and down on him. She ran her hands into his hair, grasping it in handfuls as she continued to ride him hard, making him moan loudly. The sounds he was making made her clench around him, which, in turn, made him moan loudly again. It was a cycle that was quickly driving them both towards their ends.

“Sweetheart, you gotta hurry. I can’t hold it much longer,” he growled through clenched teeth, the vein in his neck protruding out in his effort to hold back.

“Be a good boy and make me come, then,” she demanded, her legs starting to shake with the exertion.

Dean reached down between them, rubbing her clit in harsh circles as he thrust up into her as hard as he could. He knew she was getting close as he felt her begin to flutter and clench around him even more. A few more circles on her nub, and she was gone, falling over the edge, screaming his name as one of the most intense orgasms she ever had rushed through her. He grabbed her hips, pistoning up at a faster pace for a few seconds before her orgasm triggered his. He stilled deep within her, shouting her name as he shook all over, filling her up.

She collapsed against his chest, his hands instinctively running up and down her back slowly. They sat there silently, trying to catch their breaths for a few minutes before Y/N giggled. The motion of her body moving made him hiss. His softening length was sensitive from one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever had. Y/N sat up abruptly, making him groan.

“Oh, God. Did I hurt you?” she asked, her eyes wide with worry.

“No, sweetheart, I’m fine,” he chuckled, “I’m just a little sensitive, and when you started to laugh, it made you move on him. And I do believe he’s down for the count for a while.”

“Are you saying that little Dean isn’t up for playing anymore?” she laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“One, don’t call him that, and two, yes, he’s done for the night. Sweetheart, you damn near killed me,” he groaned as she started to wiggle in his lap, teasing him. He helped her move from his lap to sit beside him on the bed.

“So, I take it that means you enjoyed it?”

“Enjoyed it? Y/N, baby, that was indescribable. I’m just sorry I didn’t ask for that sooner.”

“Well, I’m happy I could be of service,” she stood from the bed and curtsied, causing Dean to burst out in full-body laughter.

“You’re something else, sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling her closer and kissing her hard, “Now, how about we talk about the roles being reversed sometime?”

“You want to dominate me?” she asked, putting her finger on her chin like she was contemplating, “I do believe that’d be fun.”

“Then we’ll have to make plans for that, but first, I’m fucking starving. Let’s go to the kitchen, make us a snack, and then we come back here and watch a movie.”

“Another movie?” she questioned with a smirk, gesturing to the TV where the porn was still playing.

“Damn it, woman. A real movie, not the sexy kind,” he huffed, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV before slapping her on the ass, “Now, about that snack?”

She laughed as they threw on their pajamas and made their way down the hall toward the kitchen. As they got closer, a sound made them freeze. Dean motioned for her to get behind him as they tiptoed around the corner, their bodies relaxing when they saw it was just Sam.

“Hey guys, Jody called as I was about thirty minutes from here and told me they had taken care of the nest, so I didn’t have to go after all." He was explaining why he was there when he stopped and stared, “What happened to your hair? You look like Sonic the Hedgehog.”

Y/N couldn’t contain the fits of laughter. She was doubled over, holding her sides as Dean looked on with his best bitchface. Her hands pulling on his hair had made it stick up in all different directions. Sam spoke again as she finally started calming down, sending her into another fit of giggles.

“You know what, I don’t want to know. From the looks of you both, I know why, and now I wish I could bleach the image from my mind.”

“Well, Sammy,” Dean smirked, pulling Y/N to his side, “What can I tell you? I aim to please.”

“Excuse me. Who was doing the pleasing this time?” Y/N grinned, poking Dean in the chest.

“Oh, God. I’m going to my room. I don’t want to hear this!” Sam groaned, leaving the kitchen.

“Be glad you weren’t here thirty minutes ago, or you’d have heard plenty!” Y/N shouted at his retreating form as she and Dean started cackling.

Sam groaned again as he walked away. A thought crossed his mind as he heard them continue to laugh as he made it further down the hallway.

“If I didn’t love them, I’d go back in there and stab them to death,” he mumbled to himself as he walked into his room and slammed the door, hoping he wouldn’t hear anything else from them the rest of the night.

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lila-lou · 3 months ago

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✨Motel nights✨

Summary: After weeks of relentless hunting and stolen glances, Dean couldn’t wait any longer. The moment Sam drifted into a deep sleep after the last hunt, Dean seized the chance, his need for you overwhelming any restraint.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, Fluff

Word Count: 2964

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

The motel room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The heavy curtains blocked out most of the neon lights from outside, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. The hum of the air conditioner provided a steady background noise, blending seamlessly with the occasional rustle from the old, threadbare blanket on the bed.

You lay on the bed next to Dean, your head resting on his chest. His arm was wrapped around you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. The familiar scent of leather and soap filled your senses, a comforting mix that was undeniably Dean.

“It’s quiet”, Dean murmured, his voice a low rumble in the stillness. “Too quiet”.

You glanced over at Sam, sprawled out on the couch. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed in sleep. “He’s out cold”, you whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Dean’s fingers moved to your shoulder, his touch warm and gentle. “Yeah, guess we wore him out with that last hunt”.

You shifted slightly, turning to face Dean more fully. The look in his eyes was soft, filled with a tenderness that he rarely showed to anyone else. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “You okay?”, he asked, his gaze searching yours.

“I’m fine”, you replied, leaning into his touch. “Just… tired”.

Dean’s eyes softened with understanding, but there was a flicker of something deeper, something more intense. “Yeah, I get that”. he said softly, his voice barely more than a murmur. His hand remained on your cheek for a moment longer, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

As you both settled into a more comfortable position, Dean’s hand drifted slowly down from your cheek. He let his fingers trace a gentle path along the curve of your shoulder and down your arm.

His hand continued its journey, moving with a tender deliberation until it rested at the base of your back. He paused there, his fingers splayed out, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his palm. The touch was soft but firm, a reassuring presence.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Dean’s hand began to explore further. His fingers glided across your lower back, tracing the curve of your hips. The movement was gentle, almost exploratory, as if he were savoring the sensation of your skin under his touch.

As his hand moved lower, it finally reached the curve of your ass. His touch was feather-light at first, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your pants. The sensation was both familiar and exhilarating, a mix of tenderness and desire.

Dean’s hand lingered there, his fingers lightly grazing the curve of your ass. His touch was careful, almost reverent.

You could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric, a soft pressure that made you shiver with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

He shifted slightly, his body moving closer to yours as his hand continued its gentle exploration. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes, the caress becoming more intimate. You could feel his breath against your ear, warm and steady, as he leaned in closer.

As Dean shifted, pressing you more firmly against him, you could feel the solid, unmistakable pressure of his erection pressing into your thigh. The sensation was both surprising and exhilarating, heightening the intimacy of the moment.

Dean’s breath grew heavier, mingling with yours as he moved closer. His hand, still resting on your ass, continued its slow, affectionate caress.

The feel of him against you, combined with the gentle touches of his hand, made your pulse quicken. You could sense the urgency beneath his carefully measured actions, the deep desire he felt.

Dean’s lips wandered over your jaw, placing soft, lingering kisses along the way. He moved down to your neck, the heat of his breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. Each kiss was tender yet filled with a deep, simmering desire that made your heart race.

As his lips trailed lower, Dean’s hand slid from your ass to your waist, then up your side. His fingers found the buttons of the flannel shirt you were wearing—his shirt, which hung loosely on your frame. With practiced ease, he began to unbutton it, his movements slow.

You let out a soft gasp as his lips found a sensitive spot on your neck, just below your ear. “Dean”, you whispered, the word escaping your lips between breaths.

He responded with a low, rumbling murmur, the sound vibrating against your skin. His fingers deftly worked their way down the shirt, each button revealing more of your skin to the cool air of the room and the warmth of his touch.

When the last button was undone, Dean gently pushed the fabric aside, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of your naked breasts. He paused for a moment, his gaze intense, before his lips resumed their journey, kissing along your collarbone and down to your chest.

His hand moved to cup one of your breasts, his touch tender yet possessive. You could feel the roughness of his palm against your sensitive skin, a stark contrast that sent waves of pleasure through you. He brushed his thumb over your nipple, eliciting another soft gasp from you.

Dean’s lips followed the path of his hand, kissing the swell of your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, making you arch into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Dean”, you breathed again.

His lips continued to work their way across your chest, each kiss more insistent than the last. His free hand slid around to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.

You let out another soft gasp, your fingers gripping his hair as his mouth moved to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. The sensations were overwhelming, a perfect blend of tenderness and desire that left you trembling.

“Dean”, you whispered, your voice shaky. “We can’t… what about Sam?”.

Dean paused, his mouth just inches from your skin. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with a fierce, unwavering determination. “I don’t care”, he said softly, his voice a deep rumble. “We need this. I need this. It’s been too long”.

His words sent a thrill through you, the intensity of his desire matched by your own. The weeks of stolen glances and brief touches had left you both yearning for more, the need for each other building to an almost unbearable level.

Dean’s lips found yours again, his kiss hungry and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer, pressing you against him.

You melted into the kiss, your own desire overcoming any lingering hesitation. The feel of his body against yours, the warmth of his hands, and the insistent pressure of his lips all combined to create a heady mix of sensations that left you breathless.

Dean’s hand slid down your side, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. He tugged gently. You lifted your hips slightly, helping him ease the fabric down and off, leaving you bare besides him.

Dean’s eyes never left yours as he pulled down his boxers, the only clothing he wore, revealing his hard length. The sight of him, his desire evident, made your breath catch in your throat. He rolled back onto his side, his strong arms guiding you to follow, positioning your back to face Sam. The move was deliberate, protective, ensuring that if Sam woke up, he would see nothing more than the two of you seemingly cuddling.

With a careful, practiced motion, Dean pulled the threadbare blanket over the both of you, cocooning you in a private, intimate space. The warmth of the blanket and Dean’s body combined to create a comforting heat that wrapped around you, further heightening your sense of connection.

Dean’s hand slid under your thigh, gently lifting it and wrapping it around his hip. The movement brought you even closer, aligning your bodies perfectly. You could feel the heavy, warm weight of his erection resting against your lower abdomen, the sensation sending a thrill of anticipation through you.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Just relax, baby”, he whispered, his voice a soothing rumble. “I’ve got you”.

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as you adjusted to the new closeness. The feel of his erection against you was both comforting and exhilarating, a tangible reminder of his need for you.

Dean’s hand moved to cup your ass, pulling you even closer against him. The intimate pressure of his body against yours, combined with the warmth of his touch, sent waves of pleasure through you. His lips found yours again, the kiss slow and deep, filled with all the love and desire he felt.

You responded in kind, your hands roaming over his back, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin. The kiss deepened, a shared exploration of passion and tenderness that left you both breathless. Every touch, every caress, was a reminder of the deep bond you shared, a connection that went beyond words.

As the moments passed, Dean’s hand moved between your bodies, his fingers tracing a path along your inner thigh. The touch was both teasing and possessive, a promise of what was to come. He found your core, his fingers slipping between your folds, a soft, deliberate caress that made you gasp into his mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that left you trembling. His erection pressing more insistently against you, the need in his touch mirrored in your own desire. Dean’s fingers continued their slow, teasing exploration.

You broke the kiss, your breath coming in short, shallow pants as you looked into his eyes. “Dean”, you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

He responded with a low murmur, his lips brushing against yours. “I know, baby. I know”.

With a careful, practiced motion, he shifted his hips, guiding his erection to your entrance. The feel of him pressing against you, combined with the warmth of his body and the intimacy of his touch, was almost too much to bear. You arched into him, your body craving the connection, the closeness.

Dean’s fingers moved to your hip, holding you steady as he slowly eased into you, the sensation a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy. You could feel every inch of him, the deep, insistent pressure filling you completely.

The initial sensation of Dean entering you was both intense and exquisite, sending a ripple of pleasure through your entire body. He paused for a moment, giving you both a chance to adjust to the intimate connection. His breath was warm against your skin, his forehead resting against yours, eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes.

Dean began to move slowly, each thrust measured and deliberate, ensuring that you felt every inch of him. The friction created a delicious pressure that built with each movement, your body responding instinctively to his rhythm. You could feel the tension coiling in your lower abdomen.

Your breaths mingled, creating a symphony of shared desire. The need to stifle your moans became more pressing as the sensations intensified. You bit down gently on Dean’s shoulder, the taste of his skin grounding you even as it heightened the intimacy. The pressure of your bite made him groan softly, the sound vibrating against your ear and sending shivers down your spine.

Dean’s hand, still resting on your hip, moved to cup your ass, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled you closer with each thrust. The intimacy of the position, your leg draped over his hip, allowed for deeper penetration, each movement driving him further into you. The feeling was overwhelming.

His free hand traced a path up your spine, fingers lightly dancing over your skin. Every touch, every caress was filled with love and reverence, making the experience all the more profound.

Dean’s lips found yours again, capturing them in a deep, searing kiss. His tongue teased yours, mirroring the rhythm of his thrusts, the connection between you growing ever deeper. The kiss muffled your moans, your shared breath hot and desperate.

Dean’s lips moved from yours, trailing down your neck and back up to your ear. His breath was hot and ragged as he whispered, “You feel so good”, the words punctuated by a soft groan.

The pace of his thrusts remained slow, designed to drive you both to the edge of pleasure without rushing the moment.

Dean’s hand slid up from your ass, tangling in your hair. He pulled you closer, his mouth finding yours again in a kiss that was both demanding and tender.

“Fuck”, Dean muttered against your lips, his voice a low, guttural growl. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect”.

His words, combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, made you tremble. You bit down on his shoulder again, harder this time, the need to stifle your moans becoming more urgent.

“Fuck, baby”, he groaned, the pleasure evident in his voice. “I need you. I need all of you”.

The intensity of his words matched the growing urgency of his movements. His thrusts became slightly faster, each one more forceful, driving you both closer to the peak of pleasure. The sound of his name fell from your lips, a breathless whisper that mingled with his own low curses and groans.

Dean’s free hand moved between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. The touch was gentle at first, a soft, deliberate caress that sent a jolt of pleasure through you. He circled the sensitive nub with his thumb, each movement perfectly timed with the rhythm of his thrusts.

The combination of his touch and the deep, insistent pressure of his thrusts was overwhelming. You could feel your body tightening, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.

“That’s it, baby”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

The sound of his voice, combined with the intensity of his touch and the deep connection you shared, pushed you over the edge. Your body tensed, the pleasure crashing over you in waves, your moans muffled against his shoulder as you bit down to stifle the sound.

Dean followed moments later, his own release a powerful culmination of the shared pleasure. His body shuddered against yours, his grip on your hip tightening as he emptied himself into you. The feel of him pulsing inside you added another layer to your pleasure, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both breathless.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Dean held you close, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. His touch was tender, his movements gentle as he helped you come down from the high of your shared release.

The quiet aftermath was interrupted by the soft sound of movement on the other side of the room. You felt Dean’s body stiffen slightly, his breath becoming more controlled as he listened to the subtle shifts coming from the couch where Sam was sleeping.

Sam stirred, his movements slow and groggy as he started to wake. The blanket pulled snugly over you and Dean, combined with the angle at which you were positioned, meant that from his vantage point, he could only see your back. Still, the awareness that you were caught in a vulnerable moment made your breath hitch.

You pressed your face against Dean’s solid chest, trying to stifle any sounds or movements that might give away what had just happened. Dean's arms tightened around you, his hand moving soothingly up and down your back, as if to comfort you and maintain the illusion of just cuddling.

Sam’s groggy voice cut through the dim light of the room. “Hey, you two awake?”.

Dean, ever quick on his feet, cleared his throat and shifted slightly, his voice low and steady. “Yeah, just… you know, having a moment”.

Sam, still half-asleep, mumbled something incoherent before shifting slightly on the couch, his movements signaling he was trying to settle back into sleep. There was a brief silence, filled only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the rustle of the blanket.

Dean’s hand continued to soothe your back, his touch gentle and reassuring. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, whispering, “It’s okay. Just stay still for a minute”.

You nodded, your face still buried against his chest. The sound of Sam’s breathing gradually settled into the steady rhythm of sleep once more. The tension in the room eased slightly, though you could still feel the lingering nervous energy from the close call.

Dean's hand gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and calming as he waited for Sam to fully fall back asleep. The warmth of his body against yours and the soft, rhythmic beating of his heart helped ground you, bringing a sense of comfort and reassurance amidst the lingering adrenaline.

After a few more moments, when Sam’s breathing had once again become deep and steady, Dean sighed softly. He shifted slightly, allowing you to pull back just enough to meet his gaze.

“We’re good”, he whispered.

You managed a small, relieved smile, nodding in agreement. As you settled back into his embrace, the blanket cocooning you both, you felt a renewed sense of closeness and love.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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kaleldobrev · 1 year ago

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Old Man

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary: Dean never had a problem with the age gap between you two; not until now any way Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (13x), Sexual Innuendos, Dean talking bad about himself, Frat guys giving Y/N the disrespect she doesn’t deserve Authors Note: Me and Jensen have a 17-year age gap – what’s your age gap? | This came out A LOT longer than I expected | I don’t know how to write frat guys xD | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You and Dean pulled up in front of a gas station; needing to stop for gas and maybe a few snacks before the two of you continued your almost four-hour long journey back to the Bunker. You and Dean had just spent the weekend in Lawrence, due to the very rare occurrence that there were no cases. You had told Dean that even though you’d been living at the Bunker with him and Sam for the past couple of years, you had never once been to Lawrence even though you could have easily made a day trip out of it. With that being said, Dean was more than happy to take you and show you around, reminiscing about some of the things that he remembered doing all those years ago back when he was four; back before everything. But that’s not all the trip was, you had done some other things too; like visiting the Biodiversity Institute and Natural History Museum – which was considered to be one of the best museums in the entire state of Kansas, along with Grinter Farms – who prided themselves on their sunflower photo-ops. You enjoyed both places immensely, and were happy that Dean did too, even if he wasn’t initially keen on going to either place at first.

“I’m gonna grab us some snacks while you do the pump.” You said, grabbing your wallet from the glove compartment. Once you closed it and before you exited the car, you looked over at Dean, who was currently giving you the most serious look on his face. “What?”

“You already know what I’m going to say Sweetheart.” His tone sounding just as serious as his facial expression had looked.

“Pie.” You said in unison.

“Cherry or apple?” You asked, the two of you getting out of the car at the same time.

“Like you have to ask.” Dean stated, opening up the fuel cap.

“Just making sure Dean. I mean, I don’t want to come out with apple when you really wanted cherry.” Your comment earned a slight chuckle from him.

“I’ll be getting some cherry pie later, don’t you worry.” He winked.

“I don’t think that applies to me anymore.” You smirked.

“We can always pretend.” He started fueling Baby just then.

“Now that’s a roleplay idea I can get behind.” You winked at him before making your way into the store.

As soon as you walked into the store to grab some snacks for the two of you – one of which needed to be pie; a car pulled up the next pump over with a group of about four men who all appeared to be from the University of Kansas solely based on their Jayhawks apparel. “I don’t know dude. I’m pretty sure that chick was into me.” One of the men said, causing the one that he was talking to, to roll his eyes.

“No dude. She was into me. She was giving me the old fuck me eyes. Did you not see that? Or were you too busy looking at her ass?” He laughed. It was the other guy’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Can you blame me? You could bounce a quarter off that thing.” The young man replied.

“Hell yeah you could!” The other one agreed, giving each other a high five.

There was a part of Dean that found their conversation funny because he had remembered when he was like that; but it hadn’t been for some time. Yes, there were times when he was still like that, but it was solely reserved for one woman: and that woman was you.

“Check out that piece of ass in the store there.” Another one of the men who hadn’t talked before was talking now. His comment caused Dean to turn in their direction and then back into the store. There was no other person that they could be talking about but you, as you were the only person in there besides the clerk behind the counter; and Dean was pretty sure they weren’t talking about the balding clerk.

“Bet she’s a good fuck.” One of the men said. Oh you have no idea. Dean thought to himself.

“I’ll bet you thirty bucks that I can convince her to have sex with me.” The first guy said, the one that had noticed you in the first place.

“Dude, there’s no fucking way she’d have sex with you.” The next guy said. “Look at her! She’s way out of your league. Plus, even if you could pull her, where are the two of you gonna do it uh? The dirty gas station bathroom?”

“Sure why not? I bet she wouldn’t mind it at all.” He winked. His comment caused Dean to chuckle a little to himself, knowing how wrong that guy was. You and Dean have had sex in a variety of different places, but never a gas station bathroom. “Dean, as much as I love you, I’m not fucking in a gas station bathroom. That’s honestly my only limitation.” You once told him. “So, Waffle House bathroom is okay then?” He joked back, causing you to give him a playful smack on the arm from his remark.

“Dude, she’s not gonna give you the time of day. She needs a real man. And that ain’t you.” The man started walking around to the other side of the pump and started making his way toward the store. You ain’t a real man dude. Dean thought to himself. None of them were what he would call a man, only boys pretending to be.

“Watch and learn boys!” The guy said using his most charismatic voice. Dean wasn’t worried at all; he knew that you would never give the guy the time of day. You two had been together for the last couple of years, and the group of quote on quote men weren’t remotely your type in the slightest. Dean had seen pictures of your previous exes or have worked cases with them before. All your previous exes besides about one were all hunters; not varsity jock looking guys, and that’s what those guys were.

“Hey kid, I wouldn’t if I were you.” Dean finally chimed in. At first, he wasn’t even going to say anything. He had almost wanted to see the boy come back out the store with the look of utter embarrassment on his face when you had rejected him; which he knew was going to happen. But the jealous side of him won in that moment. He knew that you were more than capable of handling yourself – you were one of the best hunters he’d ever seen or worked with. He’d seen you get hit on plenty of times either when you two went to the bar together or while working a case; but those men never seemed like threats to him. But this time, this time felt different for him.

“I’m sorry?” The guy questioned.

“I said, I wouldn’t if I were you.” Dean said, his voice a bit more stern than usual.

“What’s it to you?” The guy asked, giving a slight snort.

“She’s going to reject you buddy. Trust me.” Dean finished filling the car up and put the pump back in its place. “Just trying to save you the embarrassment in front of your buddies here.”

“Oh yeah? Why do you say that?” The guy turned to look at you. You were currently standing at the counter laughing, probably at something the clerk had just said with two apple pie containers in your hands. Although Dean couldn’t hear your laugh, the sound of it echoed in his brain. God, he loved the sound of your laugh.

“That piece of ass” Dean began to say, hating using the words that they had used to describe you, “is my girlfriend.” Dean smirked. He had hoped that his usual tactic would work like it had done in the past. In the past, whenever Dean was with a woman; regardless if she was his girlfriend or not, the minute he said the word girlfriend to another guy that was hitting on his girlfriend, date, etc. the guy would usually back off, not wanting to get into any trouble. But his usual tactic didn’t work, it had simply just made the guy laugh.

“Your girlfriend?” The man laughed again. “Yeah, okay Old Man.”

“Old, Old Man?” Dean was caught off guard. No one had ever really called him an old man before; the only one who ever did it was Claire, but she was the exception, because she was basically family to him.

“Yeah. What are you? Like 50?” The guy behind him chimed in.

Dean turned around. “50? You think I’m 50? I’m 42 dude.” Yet more laughter from the men.

“Close enough.” The man that was close to the store said. At that moment Dean had saw you wave goodbye to the clerk and started to head out toward the door. The man looked at you, and then eyed his buddies, making his way toward Dean. “Listen, tell her that if she wants someone that can keep it up without the use of meds and doesn’t go to bed before 6, to give me a call.” The guy said, giving Dean’s shoulder a slight pat before going into the car with his other three buddies.

Dean started to take out his gun just as the guy in the driver’s seat started the engine. Before he could fully take out his gun you were standing next to him, two boxes of pie in your hands and a slight look of worry on your face. “Can I shoot them?” He asked you.

“Not in public.” You responded, handing him one of the boxes. “What did they say to you?” You were curious, and you had every right to be. Even though you were accustomed to Dean pulling out his gun, you were confused as to why he had wanted to pull it out in that moment, especially since you were pretty sure that the men in the car weren’t any kind of monsters.

“Nothing.” Dean was quick to respond, but his response sounded angry, almost hurt.

“It didn’t look like nothing. Especially since you asked if you could shoot them.” Dean handed you back the box of pie that you had just given him, causing you to give him an even more worried look.

“Can we just leave?” His voice was panicked now, maybe with a small hint of embarrassment.

“Yeah.” Was all you said as the two of you got into Baby.

There was a strong silence between the two of you, and it wasn’t the comfortable kind like you were used to. That was one of the things that you had loved most about Dean; that you and him didn’t constantly need to fill the silence with talking. It was something that you enjoyed because your past boyfriends always needed to have some kind of conversation going because they hated the silence. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Always.” You turned your attention to Dean.

“Am I…Am I old?” He asked. His eyes flicked in your direction and then back onto the road.

“Old?” You asked, not sure if you had heard him right. Him asking if he was old was something that had caught you off guard.

“Yeah. Am I old?” He repeated again.

“Did those guys back there say you were old Dean?” This conversation topic was something that Dean would have never brought up, not unless someone had specifically said something to him. The last time he had this conversation with you was because Claire had jokingly called him an Old Man.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Dean stated. You were positive that’s what it was.

“No. You’re not old Dean. I don’t even know why you would think that.” You knew why he would think that; you were pretty sure that the men back at the gas station had said something to him about it. But you didn’t know why they would have said something to him.

“Those guys back at the gas station called me…Old Man.” His voice sounded slightly defeated, like he was embarrassed even though he had no reason to be. “I caught those assholes looking at you, making comments.” He turned to face you for a slight moment before looking back at the road, his knuckles started to turn white as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. “They were trying to make a bet about who would be able to pick you up. When I confronted them about it, telling them that you were my girlfriend, that’s when they laughed and called me an old man.”

“Dean –” You began to say, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“Sweetheart, I know you could have handled that yourself. You have a black belt in three different martial arts and you don’t take any kind of shit from anyone. Hell, a part of me had wanted to see you embarrass the guy because I know for a fact that he isn’t your type but…he was your age.” He was your age.

“Well, you’re not old. It’s not like you’re 90 Dean. You’re 42. That’s still young.” You stated, putting your hand on his thigh, a small gesture that you knew he loved. You had hoped that your comment would make him feel slightly better.

“I’m not young Sweetheart, you are. I got like 15 years on you.” His response made your face drop.

“That’s never been a problem for you before. I mean, it’s not like I’m 17 Dean, I’m three years shy of 30.” When you first met Dean, it was roughly five years ago when you were 22 and he was 37. Initially when you had first met him, you had figured that the two of you would be nothing more than just friends due to the semi-massive age difference that there was between the two of you, despite the fact that you did find him attractive. For the first couple of years that you knew him, you didn’t try to pursue anything; and neither did he, although the two of you had similar feelings. Dean had figured that you wouldn’t want to be with someone his age, and you thought that he didn’t want to be with someone your age. It wasn’t until Cas said something and both of you almost dying on a hunt that caused you two to realize that maybe you should give it a shot – and you’ve been together ever since.

“Exactly. You’re three years shy of 30. I’m far, far past that. You know what I was doing at 30? Trying to stop the Apocalypse. When I was 30, you were still in high school. You weren’t even on my radar back then.”

“Would have been pretty good jailbait though.” You joked.

“Not funny.” He responded.

“I’m not laughing.” You said back.

“Can I ask you another question?” His knuckles were still white against the steering wheel.

“Of course.” What else could you possibly say?

“Why me? Why out of all the guys you could possibly be with, that are your own age, that you actively choose to be with me? I mean, I know I drink too much, I have way, way too many screws loose, I’ve been to Hell, Purgatory, been possessed more times than I can count, I have major trust issues, PTSD.” He looked over at you again. “The list goes on and on. I’m all kinds of fucked up Sweetheart.” Your heart sank at Dean’s comments. You hated more than anything when he talked bad about himself, because there was no reason for him to do that.

“Pull over.” Was all you said.

Dean looked at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Did I stutter? I said pull over.” Your voice was stern now, but it made Dean pull over on the side of the road.

“Dean, the fact that you even have to ask me why I’m with you shows me that you don’t actually realize or understand the reasons why I love you. You’re right, I could be with someone my own age. But you know what? I don’t want to. I’ve dated people my age, and they honestly suck. Hunters or not, men my age or even a year or two older have no fucking clue what they want in life. The only thing they’re positive about is wanting to fuck anything that has a pulse and gaslight women.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “My parents used to tell me, ‘not all men,’ and I knew that. You may have a slight case of alcoholism –”

“A slight case?” Dean interrupted, raising an eyebrow. He thought you saying that he only had a slight case of alcoholism was a tad too generous.

You pointed a finger at him. “Don’t interrupt me.” Dean put up his hands in defeat. “As I was saying. You may have a slight case of alcoholism, are insanely prone to nightmares, get angry more often than you probably should, enjoy murder every now and then, have been to Hell and Purgatory and back, but wanna know something? I’ll take all of that, gladly! Because you are honestly the best man I could ever ask for. Yes, you have some flaws, but who doesn’t? I mean look at me for example.” You went into your jacket and pulled out your hunting knife. “I’m someone who brings a hunting knife wherever they go like it’s a security blanket. No normal person does that Dean.”

“As you should. You need to be prepared at a moments notice.” He agreed.

“Exactly! No sane person would agree with me.” You said, putting back your hunting knife.

“Y/N, are you saying that part of the reason you’re with me is because I’m not sane?” He raised an eyebrow. He’s been called crazy or insane more times than he could count, so this wasn’t particularly newsworthy for him.

“I was thinking more…cautious.” You shrugged. “I mean…No, cautious isn’t the right word. You are cautious but…” You were really trying to come up with the right word to tell Dean, and you could feel it on the tip of your tongue. “What I’m trying to say is, any other guy would be freaked the fuck out if they saw me walking around with a hunting knife in my jacket. You? You couldn’t give two fucks. And you wanna know something else? I’ve worked with a lot of hunters over the years before I met up with you and Sam, who just looked at me and laughed because of my age, thinking that I don’t know the difference between rock salt and holy water.” You took one of his hands in yours intertwining your fingers. “You, not including Sam of course, accepted me as someone that actually knows a thing or two about hunting despite my age. You treated me like your equal. Hunter or not.”

You treated me like your equal. Your words rang in Dean’s mind. “Of course I treat you like my equal Sweetheart. What man wouldn’t? ‘Sides those other hunters and the Jayhawks spirit squad back there.” He chuckled, and you let out a small laugh too.

“Exactly. You’re a feminist icon.” You smiled.

“A feminist icon uh? Who knew?” Dean finally smiled.

“In all seriousness, I could give a rat’s ass about your age. You treat me right and my parents love you. What else could I possibly ask for?” You gave his hand a slight squeeze as you shot him another smile, but a softer one this time.

“Still amazed that your parents love me.” He said, starting to lean in closer to you.

“You treat their daughter right. That’s all they care about.” You confessed. When you had first told your parents about Dean, one of the first things they asked is if he was treating you right, they never asked about his age. And when they had met him, they still never commented on that fact, even when he wasn’t in the room.

He caressed your face. “I really am lucky to have you.” He smiled and leaned in fully to kiss you. “I love you so much.”

You smiled. “I love you more.”

He let out a slight chuckle. “Show off.”

“Always.” You responded, leaning in to kiss him again.

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bellestarot · 4 months ago

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Pick a Pile

What's Next In Your Love Life? 🩷

♡ Take your time to choose

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Pile I

This is a journey where you'll become more emotionally independent. It's about loving yourself first and getting to know who you are before being with someone else.

You're a very empathetic person, extremely kind to others, and I can see that your circle of friends is always there for you in both good and bad times. These people will have an even stronger presence in your life during the next chapters of your romantic journey as well.

You might meet someone who initially seems like the right match for you because they understand you and connect with you emotionally. Another person might appear too, someone younger and grounded, but still building their life and figuring out what they truly want. I see that both of these people will be interested in you and will try to reach out. However, I honestly see you thinking that you can find someone you truly connect with, as most of the people who approach you don’t really capture your interest. It’s easier for you to treat them as friends rather than romantic interests.

I see you becoming more financially independent, advancing academically, and taking better care of yourself—not just emotionally, but also focusing on your physical health. You’ll be buying clothes, treating yourself well, and caring for yourself in the way you want to be treated.

This is about how strong you are. I believe you’ll face some obstacles, situations where you’ll feel deep pain that seems impossible to resolve. But the universe is speaking to you, showing you signs and guiding you on the path you should take. Some challenges make us stronger and wiser, and I see great potential in you to become stronger and wiser amidst difficulties and the unknown. You will be led into unfamiliar territory on a new journey, a chapter of your life that you don’t yet know how it will unfold.

This is a reading about self-love, not love with others, because you can only love someone else when you truly love yourself.

Pile II

You're definitely going to be getting out of the house more, going places, meeting new people, and opening your heart to them. You'll discover what happens when you truly embrace who you are, when you're in your essence. Are you allowing yourself to be happy in the moment and enjoying what you're experiencing? Because in the past, some of you were hurt by someone who came into your life.

Maybe it was someone you thought was your ideal type—physically attractive, someone you really believed would be the love of your life, your soulmate, or something like that. But in the end, this person betrayed you, lied to you, said hurtful things. Perhaps this was someone who was closed off from the beginning, and you thought you could win their heart. But in the end, you discovered they were exactly who they seemed to be all along. This experience might have left you nearly depressed, unable to see your own worth, and lacking the motivation to go out and meet other people.

And yes, you might have had help from a friend, a relative, or a female figure who came to you and told you that you are worth it, that you have all the potential and capacity to find someone who will recognize you and not deceive you in the end.

What you heard from these people might have been hard to accept at first, but it’s true. You have the capacity. I see you meeting someone new, perhaps around your age, someone very intelligent and creative. This person will be interested in you, but I see you being a bit tough with them because of what happened to you.

I see you taking your time to reply to their messages when they invite you out, playing a bit hard to get. But every time you meet with this person, it's positive; it’s an important moment.

It's fun!

You’ll find yourself in a stable relationship with this person. I see you two becoming best friends first, and then evolving into something more, into love.

This person will show you a very romantic side, perhaps a part of them that you didn’t expect. At first, they might have presented themselves in a certain way, but as your relationship deepens, things will evolve and become more natural. That’s what you’ll need to pay attention to. You need to let things flow naturally, stop trying to control or idealize too many people, too many conversations, behaviors—just let things happen as they will.

And while this person from your past may still be on your mind, still in your thoughts, the universe wants you to let that go. Move on—it's in the past. You deserve to be with someone who is good for you, not someone who hurt you and crushed your self-esteem.

Pile III

Well, I'm not sure if you're aware, but right now, you’re manifesting a very important soul connection, the kind where you might feel what the other person is feeling, have strange experiences like shared dreams, and connect with this person on incredibly deep levels without knowing why.

I believe you’re a very spiritual person, someone who knows their worth. You seem to be more introverted, perhaps spending a lot of time at home, but recently, you might have considered going out more.

You might meet this person when you’re out, perhaps in a place you don’t usually go to, with people you aren’t particularly close with. You’ll meet this person unexpectedly, and it will feel like a clash of souls between you two.

You’re trying to leave behind what has hurt or bothered you, trying to move forward every day, but you’re also quick to judge the people who come into your life. Sometimes, even if someone just says hi, you might immediately think they’re not your type or that you have nothing in common, not giving them a chance to get to know you.

You could meet this person while traveling, perhaps to a place you’ve always wanted to visit. Suddenly, you meet them, and it takes you by surprise.

I see you feeling unsure whether this person is truly attracted to you, whether they feel the same connection you do. You might have a lot of doubts about this.

It’s possible that you two will be in a long-distance situation, even if you’re in the same city. Maybe you didn’t exchange numbers; you saw each other a few times in different places and then went your separate ways. I see you seeking answers through the Divine or through things that are beyond what we can see, because you’ll sense that this connection is something different.

You and this person are very different—not just physically, but in personality and maturity. You are more mature than they are. This person still feels like a teenager in some ways, even though they’re an adult. Their actions and behaviors are still very youthful, and not in a positive sense. However, I don’t see this as an obstacle to you being together.

This person will miss you a lot, and you’ll miss them too, especially due to the distance between you. You won’t quite understand why you’re apart, but it will feel like there’s something bigger at play.

This person still has a lot of growing up to do, which might be why you’re not together yet—they need to go through certain experiences to mature because the universe is taking care of this connection. Whatever it is, the universe will do everything possible to bring you and this person together.

Besides this person, you might also receive romantic interest from others, such as someone in your workplace who finds you charming. They may try to win you over with gifts, attempting to capture your heart in various ways.

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deanbrainrotwritings · 7 months ago

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SUMMARY : dean would rather be doing something else with his time rather than doing research, he’d rather be doing her

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : sam winchester, donna handscum

WARNINGS : smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, losers), fluff, the plot is abandoned :’(

WORD COUNT : 5.2k

A/N : yes, seven by jungkook. this fills the square for new position on my @jacklesversebingo card. this position is called ‘rocking horse’, lmao, very hot

She was staring at the screen of her laptop, every link was now purple instead of blue from having explored them all on her journey to research all there was to know about the Egyptian goddess Taweret. Still, she found nothing on how to weaken, stop, or kill the hippo. Taweret’s distorted usage of her abilities was getting too out of hand.

Too many pregnant people. Too many old people getting young again. Especially couples. For now, at least, that’s all that’s happened.

Typically Sam, Dean, and Y/N dealt with the killing, the death, and the blood, but Donna managed to pick this up on her own and called the brothers for backup because it was starting to get way too ridiculous—terrifying, really. Reapers were overwhelmed and while the Winchesters and Y/N didn’t really care about how they were feeling, it was a major problem—when speaking about the universal rules: what is, what should be, what was, what should never be, etcetera.

Unfortunately, the research has led to no real or useful information for how to stop the Goddess, not even how to kill her. And once Dean started to hum Travelling Riverside Blues while shaking his leg impatiently in the fourth hour, she couldn’t focus on anything else anymore.

Now that same song was stuck in her head and she glared at her laptop while trying to get a different song to replace Led Zeppelin’s in her mind. It wasn’t a bad song, but it got irritating, and every song somehow morphed right back to Travelling Riverside Blues. Her and Dean had been so good about focusing on the research, but sometimes one of them always made it impossible for the other to maintain that amount of silence and focus around each other.

It usually started with some small conversations: How’s the research going? Have you found anything yet? Hey, remember when…? Are you hungry? I’m kinda hungry. Aren’t you tired? And so on.

Then there were glances. From a distance, they’d stare at each other when the other isn’t looking, wondering if enough time has passed to not feel guilty for wanting to take a break. They’d smile to themselves, catching cute little habits in body language or facial expressions.

Sometimes—most of the time—there was some sexualisation. If she’s wearing a skirt or a dress, he’d stare at the curve of her legs in some really sexy heels. He’d wish to have them wrapped around his waist as he fucks her or thrown over his shoulders with his face buried between her legs. He’d have to subtly place a hand over his crotch and hope his erection would go away or stop getting harder.

If the neck of her clothes was low enough to show some cleavage, he’d spend his time analysing the size of them, the roundness and perkiness of them in the clothes she wore. Or remembering the way they felt in his hands, warm and soft, and the way she looked so hot when he’d tease her sensitive nipples with his fingers, the noises she made playing in his head until he was hot and red in the face.

And his mind would drift endlessly to the memory of her naked body. The perfect dip of her waist when he holds her there and the way she squirms when he does it. The softness of her skin when his hands and his mouth are exploring, sucking, licking, biting, tasting her as his mouth waters hungrily; touching, squeezing, scraping, possibly bruising her body so she could always remember him. So she could always feel him and where he had been.

He’d stare at her hands as she typed away at the laptop, expertly pressing the keys with those swift and elegant fingers of her. She’d keep her nails relatively short and occasionally did them nicely. Currently, they were painted a mossy green colour that matched the gem of the silver ring she wore, one he’d picked out for her. Both of them knew the nail polish wouldn’t last, but he liked when she felt beautiful, it somehow made her a billion times more beautiful.

It was the memory of them slowly moving across his body, worshipping while soft and sometimes cold, smaller than his, that made him bite his lip. Even the gentle caresses to his face when he was on the brink of breaking apart into dust in grief and despair. Her hand in his whenever they went somewhere, while they slept, in the Bunker, in the Impala, during sex.

If he’s rolled up the sleeves of a white dress shirt, she’ll stare at the way the material stretches over his chest and broad shoulders, tightening around his arms when he flexes his hands and arms as a result of a cramp or the like. With that tiny fucking waist of his accentuated by the shirt tucked into his slacks, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to fuck him senseless or hold him gently in her arms.

If he walked around to get a beer, she’d stare at the tightness of the black slacks over his ass, over his strong thighs when he’d bend over to reach down for the bottle. She’d have to hold back a moan and squeeze her thighs together to stop herself from jumping his bones or actually moaning out loud.

Even his fucking fingers turned her on. It was fucking annoying, when he’d brush his thumb across his plump bottom lip to swipe away droplets of beer. It was embarrassing the way her walls clenched around nothing just at the memory of having his thick fingers inside her, pushing and stroking, quick and steadfast. Her panties soaked through with arousal with every bit of motion from his hands. Even when he’s cleaning their weapons.

But the one thing that truly made her lose her mind were his lips. They were so distracting. All the time. Whenever he speaks, her eyes are glued on his lips, but he doesn’t think much of it because she does it often with everyone in order to focus on what they’re saying. He just doesn’t understand how much that doesn’t work for her when it’s his lips she’s looking at.

All she can think about is how kissable they look, how soft they’d feel against hers, and how funny it would be if she just kissed him mid-sentence. He’d have that cute, bewildered, but pleased look on his face. He bit them often when he was deep in thought, slowly releasing it, turning it red and swollen, just slightly covered in his spit.

He had the cutest habits with his mouth. Puckering them when he’s eating, pouting all the time, sometimes he said certain words they’d pout even more, and when he was pissed or focused. And then he did that model thing with his lips, leaving them slightly parted as he stared at nothing or was considering something seriously.

He was fucking delicious. And that mouth of his was ridiculously talented. Really, very yummy…

It was unfair that he looked as sinful and as fuckable as he did without having to try. Even after waking up, with his soft hair spiked up in some places and flat in others. When his voice was thick and hot with sleep and he’d murmur half-irritated words if he was woken too early, or hot and loving things being mumbled against her ear when he was in a mood.

After all that staring and longing, there would be trips to the fridge, when either one of them grabbed snacks for the other. Hands and fingers brushing against each other when passing over the snacks or drinks. Little smiles were exchanged and yearning sparkled in their eyes, but neither of them did or said anything about it, so the tension grew and grew.

Maybe one of them might get closer to the other, pretending to curiously look at the work they were doing. Slowly, their eyes would drift innocently to each other and there would be an exchange of teasing and amused smiles. And then they’d bring their laptop or books closer and stay there, slowly legs would start to touch each other.

It was like a circuit of lust. The endless tensions and the electricity that made them shiver, skin prickling, hair sticking up; for her: nipples tightening and tingly cunt dampening her panties; for him: cock stirring, slowly hardening and straining in his boxers. Their breaths became noticeably heavier and their eyes would be heavy with desire, and their arms and hands would touch to increase the voltage on each other’s skin until they just couldn’t take it and had to do something about it.

They weren’t quite there yet, but they were both thinking about it. They already knew themselves and how things progressed from years of being together. It was nice.

“This is so fucking boring!” Dean whined abruptly, throwing his head back and running his hands down his face. “We shoulda stayed with Sammy and Donna to talk to witnesses.” He slumped down in his chair with a pout and then turned to look at his girlfriend who pursed her lips to stop a smile from spreading across her tinted lips.

“You told Sam your knee was still hurting from the last hunt and wanted to come back here,” she reminded him with a laugh, moving the laptop off her lap to twist her torso left and right until the crack of her spine made her sigh happily.

“Yeah, well now my ass hurts, too,” he complained, arching his back in the chair and flattening his hands down his backside as it became numb.

“Then stop sitting and walk around for a bit,” she suggested, stretching her legs underneath the table so their feet knocked against each other.

“Ugh, fine,” he grunted petulantly, tapping his foot against hers in retaliation before getting up. He shut his laptop, taking the now-warm beer on the table with him. He squatted for a few seconds and she laughed through her nose, stretching in the chair while she watched him try to ease the pain on his butt from sitting.

“Fuck, this feels so good… and painful, all at once,” he chuckled, pursing his lips so his little dimples appeared above his lips. He hissed when he strained his sore knee and then sighed when he was satisfied. When he stood up straight, he scrunched up his cute nose when something popped pleasantly, and slapped his own ass with both hands—at the same time.

“Better?” She asked with a grin.

“Not really,” he frowned dramatically, hunching his back.

“Aw, come ‘ere then, sweetheart.” She mimicked his pout, moved her chair back from the table and patted her lap. “Come sit on daddy’s lap,” she said with a grin, then snorted. He let out a loud laugh and stood up straight again, placing his beer back on the table to make his way onto her lap. “Oh, sweet Jesus, you’re heavy,” she whispered playfully when he sat on her legs.

“Shudup,” he said with a soft laugh, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to play with her hair and resting his over hand on her waist, his thumb brushing back and forth distractedly.

“So, how’s it going?” She asked, a soft smile growing on her lips as she looked up at him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, intertwining her fingers to keep her hands from slipping away.

“I’m bored,” he mumbled, lifting his hand from her waist to play with the thin strap of her red dress.

“Yeah, you said that.” She stared at him for a moment, watching the way his eyes drifted from her hair, to her shoulder, and finally her breasts.

“Do you have any idea how much I wanna fuck you?” Dean asked unexpectedly, his eyes snapping back up to hers to capture her reaction. She blinked at him in astonishment, a smile slowly growing on her face. “How much I’ve wanted to bend you over every counter we’ve come across?” He murmured, cupping the back of her head to gently tilt her head back, her lips parting and her heartbeat rising in response. She tightened her entwined fingers, staring into both of his eyes, waiting for his lips to meet hers. “How badly I wanna taste you? Kiss your lips? And touch every inch of your sexy body?”

“Dean,” she uttered breathily.

He smirked, teasing her by keeping his face inches away from hers, refusing her the pleasure of a kiss. His fingers slipped away from the strap of her dress to sneak into the top, but as his hands turned downward to cup her breasts, his fingers brushed against coarse material.

“Fucking boobtape,” he whispered and she laughed.

“My tits have to stay up somehow and not slip out if I have to fight,” she reasoned, feeling his fingers start to pick at the sticky tape. “Plus, a bra won’t make this dress look very nice. I mean… it’s got you this needy and hard...” She bit her lip and untangled her fingers to slide a hand between his legs. He became stiff and his breath hitched when she patted his hardening dick. “Get off me,” she murmured lightheartedly, letting him go completely.

“Y-yeah, okay,” he stammered, swiftly standing up off her lap.

He’d barely straightened up in front of her when she was starting to pull at the dark green tie to bring his lips down to hers in a rough kiss. He all but moaned against her mouth, grasping her hips desperately to pull the thin and silky cloth up so it bunched up at her waist, exposing some seamless, red panties that nearly matched the softness of the blood-red dress.

“Bed,” she murmured airily against his lips.

Dean nodded and quickly pressed his lips against hers again, moving with her as she made her way backwards, his hands groping and touching her body, hers pulling and tugging at his hair, their teeth clashing and tongues licking into each other's mouths. Lost in eachother, she ended up pressed against the wall with his knee shoved between her legs.

He pulled away, just to keep teasing her, “think I can make you cum on my thigh again?” He kissed down her jawline, his stubble tickling her soft skin, setting her nerves alight when he got to her neck, kissing softly and gently nipping at her pulse.

“I don’t doubt it,” she moaned, tilting her head back for him to stay there longer. He began rocking his knee back and forth, wrapped his arm around her waist and jutted her hips out slightly to position her perfectly on the tensing muscle of his thigh.

She grabbed at his hips with both hands and gasped at the friction on her clit. She started to roll her hips to match his movements, fumbling with his belt, struggling only because he wouldn’t keep still and her hands were shaking with desire, but she got it off eventually.

He pulled away from her before she could unbutton his pants and she pouted at him.

“Come sit on daddy’s lap,” he mocked her words from earlier with a laugh, sitting down on the bed. He patted his thigh for her to continue riding, and while the thought of that was hot, she was hung up on him calling himself daddy, even if it was a joke.

“Ewww,” she complained, holding back laughter. Still, she made her way between his legs and straddled one of his thighs, kissing his cheeks and forehead rather than plopping down and riding his thigh.

“Can I take the titty tape off?” He asked, lowering the neck of her dress to peek at the tape that matched her skin tone. She nodded, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter, and settled onto his thigh, busying herself with loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

“What if I tattoo your name on my body?” She murmured. Dean shifted his gaze away from her chest to look at her inquisitively, blindly and carefully peeling off the tape from the skin of her breast. “Not a tacky tattoo, maybe Times New Roman, font size 10,” she replied playfully, dropping a chaste kiss to his parted lips.

“Oh,” he uttered shyly, and stayed quiet for a couple of moments. “Where?” He finally asked, giving her time to think before moving to her other breast to remove the tape there. She pondered for a while and then shrugged.

“Maybe… my finger,” she answered, wiggling her middle finger mischievously at him—as if flipping him off. He laughed at her, balled up the tape now that he was done, and threw it on the floor.

“No….” He disagreed gently, grabbing her hand to close her fist, then kissed her knuckles. She bit her lip, smiling shyly when he looked up at her through his thick lashes.

“No?” She questioned, rolling her hips against his thigh, her knee gently brushing against his erection. He shook his head and moaned, leaning forward to press hot and wet kisses along her neck.

“Maybe here,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck, nipping at her pulse point. She gasped and squirmed against his thigh, fisting his white t-shirt in one hand and burying her fingers into his hair with the other. “Or here,” he suggested, squeezing her breast, “maybe here would be better,” he added, then slapped her ass hard enough for her to yelp and jump.

“All three of those places, then?” She teased breathlessly, rolling her hips slowly and sensually. He sucked softly at her clavicle, then dropped a few kisses onto her breasts.

“Definitely,” he approved, dragging his lips up to her shoulders, letting his mouth push away the thin straps of her dress. “My favourite places.” She chuckled, squirming impatiently on his thigh. She guided his lips back up to hers by tugging at the short strands of his hair, choosing to nibble on his lip teasingly until he crashed his mouth against hers. “Need you…” he whispered between needy kisses, and slowly started to lift her dress upwards.

While she removed the dress, he shrugged off the white dress shirt, struggled a little when the sleeve got caught around his watch. “Fucken…” he grunted, unbuttoning the cuff with irritation.

“Don’t worry, baby, I love taking my time with you,” she laughed, pulling the t-shirt out from where it was tucked into his pants.

“Well, me personally? I don’t wanna have to pull out halfway through sex because Sammy’s on his way back. Not again,” he said seriously, lifting his arms to help her remove his shirt. She gave him an empathetic smile which quickly turned into an amused one when she remembered how uncomfortable and sensitive he had been the rest of the day. “It’s not funny, I was about to come, but fucken Sam had to text…” he pouted, then smiled when she started to laugh.

“Yeah… as funny as that was, I really need to come right now,” she conceded and climbed off his lap to remove her underwear. Dean reached out excitedly for them, playfully brushing her hands out of the way to pull her underwear down swiftly.

“I want you to come, too,” he said, licking his lips. She laughed quietly, holding his shoulders for balance, lifting her knee up so he could take her underwear off completely. “On my dick, though, not in my thigh,” he clarified, immediately pulling her back into him.

He dropped impatient kisses along her waist, forcing her to climb onto the bed on her knees, before moving his mouth upwards, his hands exploring her smooth body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and unsuccessfully tried to steady her breath. She held him close to her, let him slowly pull her down onto his lap until their hips met.

“Dean, you gotta get your pants off,” she sighed.

“Stay,” he breathed, rolling his hips up into hers as a promise of what he’d give her. She moaned in surprise, whining when he pulled away and spread his legs, forcing her to do the same. Cool air passed between her soaked folds and she gasped.

Awkwardly, he fumbled with his slacks’ button between their bodies, careful not to make her shift or fall back with his brisk and eager movements. He shoved the pants down his legs, boxers sliding down right along with them, and kicked them off his feet.

He didn’t care about doing it properly and immediately drew her close to him when he heard the sound of his clothes hitting the floor. She laughed against his mouth, reached down between their bodies to wrap her hand around his cock.

He cursed softly against her mouth, grabbed her hips roughly and moved her hastily onto her back. It didn’t stop her from playing with him, teasing him by rubbing the hot and hard length of him through her folds. When she made a ring with her forefinger and thumb, he roughly sank his teeth into her shoulder and groaned loudly, freezing at the overwhelming pleasure of her fingers tightening around him and moving upwards in precise twists.

“Goddamnit,” he hissed, “shouldn’t have… told you I like—ah, shit!” He jolted, bucking his hips involuntarily when she started to massage underneath the head of his cock, nearly losing himself and nearly giving into the threat of his orgasm. “No.. wait,” he whined, weakly stopping her with his hands around her wrist.

“You sound so fucking hot when I do that,” she chuckled, “you know I can’t help myself, Dean.” Still, she let go of him and licked her fingers clean of the precum that coated them.

“I have something in mind,” he started suggestively, placing a rough kiss on her lips. She hummed softly and sucked on his lip, watching him move down her body with his lips and hands. He pulled away from her completely and positioned himself in the centre of the bed, patting the spot between his legs.

“You and your slutty little imagination,” she teased, crawling up to him. She parted his thighs, kissed along the inside of his soft—slightly scarred—skin and licked up a stripe of the underside of his cock. He groaned, reaching out for her arm when she twirled her tongue around the leaking tip, sucking gently on the soft head.

“Enough of that, beautiful,” he murmured, tugging her upwards by her arm and away from his dick. She pouted, letting go of his cock with a loud and obscenely wet pop that made him groan. “Lean back,” he instructed delicately, licking his lips when she brushed her wet lips against his teasingly.

With a small ‘okay’, she complied, leaning back with her hands flat behind her on the bed, her two thighs resting on either side of him. “Now, what?” Dean wrapped his hands around her knees instead of replying, and started to bend them upwards. She wiggled around slightly, moving with him and bit her lip when he slid his hands beneath her knees to hold her waist.

One of his hands migrated from her waist to wrap around his cock, guiding himself slowly and teasingly through her folds. She became flustered, staring at him with her knees bent over his forearms.

“This is…” she trailed off, cheeks red and heart beating wildly behind the cage of her ribs.

“Very hot,” Dean finished for her. He let go of his cock just to reach over to the bedside table where his phone was resting. She looked curious at him, thinking maybe he’d check on Sam before they got started, but instead he opened the camera and swiped until he was on the video recording section. “Is this okay, babe?” He asked, gazing back into her eyes, his thumb hovering over the red button.

“Yeah, D.” She nodded, chewing shyly on her lips. “Do you have way more videos of us fucking than of us doing.. ya know, cute romantic shit?” She asked, not caring that he was already recording. He scoffed, positioning the camera to capture her dripping folds, her breasts, and the bottom half of her face rather than his body.

“This is romantic,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Mm, yeah.. right,” she snickered and lifted herself up using the strength of her arms so she could then lower herself on his cock.

“You don’t think so?” He grunted, watching lewdly as he stretched her pussy open, slowly disappearing inside her warmth. “I think it’s pretty romantic, watchin’ videos of how I fucked you… jerking off to them when I miss you. Listening to how needy and desperate you get for me when you’re about to come…” He explained explicitly, holding her waist tightly, when their hips met completely.

“It’s not just about the sex, baby,” he added, gazing into her eyes. She bit her lip and slowly started to lift herself back up again. “It’s about how it makes me feel. How you make me feel. It’s about time. Makin’ you mine, givin’ myself to you, lovin’ you, you lovin’ me in return, us.. being vulnerable.” She squeezed around him tightly and sank back down, her gaze soft. “It’s romantic that there’s no adios afterward, nothin’ for us to hide from each other during, just you and me barin’ our souls to one another… it’s about us.” He pulled her even closer just to kiss her passionately. Her thighs were practically pressed against the front of her body, somehow he managed to sink deeper into her, and he rocked his hips upwards so her clit brushed against his pelvic bone.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, moving one arm to wrap her arm around his neck instead. He smiled against her mouth, and blindly set the phone down on the nightstand, skilfully getting enough in the shot without much fumbling.

“C’mon, baby, you said you needed to come…” he whispered against her jawline, “so make yourself cum.” Dutifully, she began moving a little faster, trying to find a perfect cadence in this new position.

He mouthed at the skin of her neck and chest that he could reach, careful to leave very light marks so she could wear that sexy little dress again, and let her take control of everything. Almost immediately, she was able to move at the perfect pace, towards her orgasm and his.

Gasps and grunts, moaning and groaning, they held onto each other trying to bring each other toward their orgasms unhurriedly. She tipped her head back and tried to pull him impossibly close. With the impact of their hips, her clit was stimulated with a pleasant grind of his hips moving upwards, and this time, rather than doing what they always did—slowing down when they were close to extend the proximity of their organs, increasing the intensity of it—he breathily encouraged her to keep going.

He mindlessly praised her and confessed his love like he always did when he was close, meeting her thrusts far gentler than she was. Still, with one hand behind her and the other in his hair, she tugged on the hairs at the top of his head hard enough to make him moan loudly. His bruising grip on her waist didn’t let up, and his blunt nails dug into her back, waiting for her to cum before he could.

A few more strokes of his cock against her g-spot had her walls pulsing around him, gasping and panting his name, and pressing her forehead against his shoulder as her orgasm finally crashed over her.

She dropped kisses along his shoulder and neck, shuddering from her orgasm, and with a loud grunt of her name, Dean came inside of her. Slowly, they stopped moving and tried to catch their breaths while holding each other closely. She played with his hair and he soothed her bruised waist with calloused palms, then leaned forward all the way until she was laying on her back to kiss her face lovingly.

“Porn worthy?” She teased quietly, resting her hands on his waist waiting as he made a cute path along her face with kisses to reach her lips.

“I could go a second round,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. He slowly rolled his hips against hers, still buried deep inside her. She groaned softly and wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to keep moving, and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss anything vulgar he was about to say.

Dean froze above her when he heard footsteps from outside their hotel room, pleading internally that it was random people passing by, but deflated when he heard Sam speak to Donna. “…I hope they found something.”

“Shit!” Y/n whispered, trying to push Dean off her when the doorknob began to rattle, but Dean didn’t budge, knowing it was no use and wanting to use his body as a shield.

“Well, the jig is up,” he joked, watching her throw her arms over her chest instead, glaring at him half-heartedly.

“Dean, your phone!” She reminded him, but Dean shrugged just as Sam swung the door open and stopped mid-sentence with Donna exclaiming some sort of phrase in surprise. Y/n would have laughed at whatever it was she said—Donna’s refusal to actually say a swear word—but she just groaned in annoyance.

“Seriously, guys? Every time!” Sam shouted, apologising to Donna quietly who brushed it off with a quiet ‘it’s okay’.

Donna sneaked one tiny glimpse at the naked couple just as Sam turned around for them to get dressed. Dean smirked smugly and winked at Donna, then looked away to watch as he pulled out of his girlfriend, their cum spilling out of her. His cock was hard again and Y/n shook her head, waiting for Dean to get the phone and get moving.

“You do realise that it could've been Taweret making you guys…” Sam scolded, filling the silence up as Dean gathered their clothes. Donna blushed and turned around as well, grateful that Sam didn’t mention her hesitation in turning around sooner.

“Uh,” Y/n stammered, pulling her clothes on when Dean handed it to her.

“You have a point, Sammy, but we usually do this, anyway, so…” Dean spoke up, giving Y/n a hand so she could stand on slightly shaky legs beside him. “‘sides, I did find something…” Dean announced, pointing to his laptop on the table. With a hard slap on Y/n’s ass, Dean walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up, grasping her small hand with his to bring her with him.

“Sorry,” Y/n laughed, apologetically bowing her head before following Dean to get herself cleaned up as well. As she walked, she could feel Dean’s cum drip out of her, her panties wet and cool between her legs made her uncomfortable but she kept them on, washing her hands with Dean standing next to her doing the same.

“Well, they’re still cute,” Donna said brightly, trying to brighten Sam’s sour mood, but it only worsened when he opened Dean’s laptop and the open tab was a sex page with a list of positions to try.

“Seriously, Dean? Close the damn tabs!”

“Whoops,” Dean snickered, gazing at Y/n who only rolled her eyes at him, affectionately smiling. “Gonna play this video real loud tonight,” he whispered with a grin, shaking his phone in his hand, leaning down to give her a kiss on the forehead.

“That’s really funny, but no,” she chuckled, bringing him down for a soft kiss when he pouted at her childishly.

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