#huntercorp!dean x reader

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— THE LOVE LETTER COLLECTION: PART TWO

SUMMARY : being a dreamwalker, seeing every universe, having a hot boyfriend. there’s a million perks to that. the soft version.

PAIRING : dean winchester x dreamwalker!reader (f.) x dean variants

CHARACTERS : just a bunch of dean variants

WARNINGS/TAGS : talk about the barn scene, angst, fluff

WORD COUNT : 2.6k

A/N : this fills the hurt/comfort square on my @jacklesversebingo card. still written from Dean's perspective (I hope you feel loved by him, lmao) XX

The meeting was over and I was completely shocked by the news that bearded-Dean broke to us. He saved me. Doing that caused the destruction of his world and he went through with it anyway.

I remember that day clearly. I missed that damn metal thing about a dozen times that night and I wonder which time he interfered to get me to survive. He’s the reason I’m still here, and I'm partially pissed that he’s toying with my life, but if I were dead, what would that do to her? 

“So you could be happy with him,” he explained, almost sounding like a plea to get me to hear him out and not think the worst of him. It wouldn’t make sense for me to hate him, or treat him like he’s a villain. He did what I would do: sacrifice everything for her. The thought of everyone else that died in the timeline, like Sam, Donna, Jody, the girls… It hurts and now I understand why there is so much pain in his eyes. 

“You gave me up, too…” she murmured softly, looking up at him sadly. I start to realise now, he’s more me than anyone else here. He is literally me from the future. All my past with her, he has that. All that love, it’s still there. So are the memories and the things he could have had with her, but he gave that up so that I could have them and be alive at the same time. 

“You’re in there somewhere now,” he tried to lighten the mood with a faint smile. 

Standing on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was one of my favourite types of hugs from her. I didn’t complain this time, when he wrapped his arms around her quietly and buried his face into her neck. He hid himself, the way I always did, using her warm embrace. 

While he finds comfort in her arms, I observe everyone in the meeting room focusing on the files Ken-me brought in a cart. Occasionally, they’d look up with longing and sadness that was different from the look the soldiers had when they saw her. It was interesting. 

I did a quick count of everyone in the room. Twenty-six. That’s the same amount of versions of her he said he’d placed inside that rock. It couldn’t be. But it would make sense that the versions of me who were with a version of her are sitting here coming up with plans, leading different groups, focusing on different projects. 

If that guy is me, from a future that doesn’t exist anymore, he doesn’t belong anywhere but here. He made this place to keep her safe after getting her killed by saving me. Of course he’d place her lovers at a higher rank than the other me’s in this place who are merely soldiers, dreamers. It’s not that they’re less important, it’s that they haven’t had a chance to actually love her and that’s why it’s different. 

I only recognise two variants of myself in the room. The rich guy with that HunterCorp company and me from the Apocalypse world. I know for a fact that they had her as their girlfriend, too. Apocalypse-me lost her from an illness not related to the Croatoan virus and HunterCorp-me lost her on a hunt when a gorgon killed her.

The guy closest to me wore a red button up and a black t-shirt. He paused in the middle of his sentence to look at me with an indifferent look on his face. It’s weird looking at myself. He’s not much older than I am. The wrinkles by his eyes aren’t as noticeable as mine are now and I see something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in a while. Something that sends a chill up my spine and makes me shudder.

“You have a question,” he states astutely. I laugh and nod, putting my hands on my hips as I watch the field scattered across the table. 

“So.. all of you, you’ve lost her… somehow?” The ones close enough to hear my question stop what they’re doing. They’re listening now, to me. I can see that they’re curious about my question.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, then lifted the sleeve of his arm to reveal the Mark of Cain. My heart stutters at the sight of the pinkish scar on his skin. “I killed her and Sam…” he reveals. My heart plummets to my stomach. That was one of my biggest fears once I’d been cured of being a demon. “This place suppresses the effects of the Mark, makes me feel almost normal.” His words put me at ease and I know he’s not lying because there’s no chance in hell I’d let someone like him in here if he were a danger to everyone. 

Standing here now, I start to connect a few pieces together. This whole place at the end of and the beginning of time being named the Monument while containing only variants of myself, variants who all will always only love her and have always only loved her. The steadfast belief that every single person here and outside of this room has that she is the only one for them… it’s like this place was built on a foundation of love primarily for her, and then it extends to love for everything else in existence. 

Older-me said so himself, he spends more of his time worrying about her, going as far as destroying his entire timeline so she could be happy with me. They all know, they all chose him to lead them, allow him to lead them, and live peacefully with each other because that’s what she’d want. This whole place is a declaration of love for her, our unending respect of what she believes in, our undying loyalty and commitment to her and her life alone. 

I watch her interact with them now that older-me has collected his wits. He’s not with her at the moment, he’s focused on a file, but he does look up at her every once in a while. I wonder what she said to him that’s making him keep looking at her and what he could be thinking of with every glance her way. 

I study her from across the room as she talks to them. Her face never changes when she talks to them. She’s surrounded by love here. I can see it on her face and it’s reflected in theirs, too. Their gratitude and the sudden peace that overcomes them fills the room. I can tell being near her heals a part of them that had been broken the moment she was lost to them forever. 

She’s immersed completely in them, there’s a lustre of adoration in her eyes, and she has the most tender smile when they explain or answer her questions. I’m amazed by their self-control, had she been giving me that look, I’d take her face in my hands and kiss her senseless. 

Suddenly, the thought of any one of them doing that didn’t make me sick with jealousy. They were more like me than I'd like to admit. Their devotion to her was admirable. I appreciate their respect for me by not making a single move on her and by not doing anything to make her uncomfortable. I hate to say they’ve earned my trust. 

She’s so beautiful as she listens to them intently. They’re like children getting attention from their doting mother, except that’s a weird analogy for this situation. I’m sure they want to kiss her, aching to touch her soft and warm skin, longing to hold her after not feeling her close to them for years—or who knows how long, really. 

I leave the group around me as they talk about the files and make my way to her. I’d think this place would be filled with toxicity and anger issues. Instead, we’re more concerned about the mission and hyper-focused on protecting what others still have across innumerable universes. They’re brought together by hope, grief, and love. All the things that make us who we are.

I know she’s smart enough to have figured all of this out, too, by now. 

As I get closer to her, I wonder what it’s like for her to know all this. What does she feel knowing she has all our hearts at the palm of her hand? Knowing her, she’s baffled, maybe a little confused as to why they’d make themselves so miserable waiting around in this giant, lonely monument dreaming of her rather than being out there actually living their lives with the ones they love. I’d imagine it would get boring in Heaven, I’d run out of that place and come here, too, if she weren’t there waiting for me. 

I circle my arm around her waist and give her a kiss on her cheek, which is hot and red. She laughs nervously at whatever the 1920’s variant of me said to her. I didn’t catch it, but she continues to laugh as she says, “you’re funny.” It’s in that ‘I don’t believe you, but whatever you say’ tone that makes me smile when I look down at her. 

“I’m serious,” he affirms, laughing along with her. She looks up at me, as if I’d be on her side, but I’m lost. I shrug at her with a light-hearted frown. “You’d be surprised by how easy it is for someone as damaged as us to be stuck on a breathtaking, unobtainable, dream-woman over any other hotsy-totsy lady that’s obtainable and real.” 

Now, I get it. I’d been with plenty of women in my past, women I cared for deeply and even truly loved at some point. As much as I respect and even admire them, none of them come close, none of those relationships compare to what I have with her. 

I’m not surprised to see she’s shocked. I'd be equally as bewildered as she is now if the situation were reversed. If the room was filled with variants of her, only in love with me, I wouldn’t be able to wrap my head around it. I’d be flattered and upset at the same time. 

She blushes harder, looks at me again, begging me to be the reasonable one in the group, but I shake my head apologetically. “Maybe you should shut up,” she floundered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away from them. They laugh at the same time that I do and I can feel her shrink into herself, but a sheepish smile makes its way onto her face.

“Am I makin’ you blush?” He teases her with a boyish grin. She sighs---almost disappointedly---and moves out of my embrace, uncrossing her arms. She takes us in, all of us standing next to each other, and she looks devastated now; all playfulness leaves her. 

“I just… that can’t be true,” she says quietly, looking at them. “I want you all to be happy… out there.” They get serious, too, frowning at her disheartened tone. “You’ve all gone through so much… and to just end up here… alone. I don’t want that for you.” Silence falls over us and I feel a pang in my chest at her words. 

“Listen, I’m not saying the women we were interested in aren’t good enough. They’re great and amazing.” This time it’s Firefighter-me talking, but I’m more surprised than I should be that we all think the same. She looks at me, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. “Jo’s great, Cassie’s great, Lisa’s great… ya know, whoever else, but they deserve better, too. Dontcha think so?” He asks, trying to get her to be a little less daunted by their choices. Because they are theirs. They’re doing what they want and what they believe. It’s not like the older version of me left them choiceless. I know myself, no one’s taking my right to choose, no one’s trapping me that way—never again. 

“We shouldn’t waste their time either,” cowboy-me added. “It wouldn’t be sincere or fair to them because we would continue to love you the most.” She tilts her head to the side, her lip quivers, and we all know what’s going to happen. “You know, everytime we sleep, we dream of you. We see the life you have with your Dean. It’s all we want and it’s amazing to get to feel you and to get to live it, but when we wake up, we feel empty, disappointed… because you’re not ours, you’re not here, and we can’t feel you anymore. Your warmth is gone and you’re so far away from us, and I know you want more for us, but we just can’t be happy with someone who isn’t you.” He tried to reconcile her by bringing her in for a side-hug and a kiss on the forehead. She tried to hold back her tears with quiet sniffles, deep breaths, and by clenching her jaw. I don’t think it worked because she gave him a full hug, burying her face in his chest. “That life just wasn’t meant for us and we’re okay with it.” 

I wonder what it’s like for them to see her here in person. Is it of any comfort to them? Or does it just make them hurt more? To have her in their grasp and then have her gone again, but this time it’s her own choice to leave them. Does it hurt that she’s choosing someone else, me? Will being around her allow them to move on? 

If I were them, I’d be miserable seeing her with someone who isn’t me. There’s a dull ache in my chest that I almost believe is just an echo of what they must feel. Moving on may not be an option for them, considering that they willingly chose to work in a monument of the love they have for her. If she were here, I’d never be able to move on.

“We really appreciate that you two came,” older-me spoke, slightly causing them to break apart. He brought his hand to the top of her head and gave her a sad smile, an understanding look in his eyes. “We’ve got to focus and get to work now... We’ll see you around, the two of you.” 

“I’m sorry,” she says softly, but it sounded a lot like an ‘I love you’. She went to him and let herself be pulled into his embrace. He kissed her cheek, his lips lingered, and her eyes closed to bask in his affection. 

He pulled away from her and then made his way to me, allowing her to say goodbye to everyone else. “Alright, uh… listen,” he said quietly, stepping close so I could smell his cologne—smelled way better than mine, “Don’t be a dumbass and do something about that box you’ve got hidden away. ‘Cause if you don’t, I’m givin’ you nightmares. Okay? Okay.” He slapped my back and laughed as if trying to cover up our conversation.

“But what if she says no?” I ask, hating the insecurity in my voice. 

“The whole point of this place is that she’s always gonna say yes to us.” He doesn’t elaborate, he just walks away and leaves me to stew in that. I open my mouth and turn around to ask him what the hell he meant. I take in her gentleness when she’s talking to them, holding Firefighter-me’s face in her hands, and dropping a few loving kisses on his temple. 

Maybe I should stop overthinking things. Primarily because when it comes to her, I don’t have to think about or doubt anything. This isn’t something that’s being chosen for me, but being shown to me as an option of what I could have. 

➥ same book but never the same page

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Supernatural Masterlist

Series~

Welcome Home, Sister

Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean x sister!reader  

Summary: When your brothers leave for what appears to be a simple salt and burn, what the hell went so wrong for them to turn around and say “yes” to Michael and Lucifer? Regardless, they’re hunting you down and are about to reveal a life-changing secret…

Oneshots~

Welcome Home, Sister

Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean x sister!reader

Summary: Sam and Dean said yes, now the archangels using them as meatsuits are hunting you down and are about to reveal a life-changing secret...

(Un)Pleasantville, Part Two

Justin Smith!Sam x sister!reader (daughter!reader?) Castiel x reader

Summary: Arriving at Charming Acres instantly affected Sam, you just didn’t realise the extent until he left without a word, is now pretending to be Justin Smith (who died by the way) and is claiming you’re his daughter. Last time you checked, you guys were siblings, so what the h-e-double hockey sticks is going on here?

Family Love

Sam x sister!reader, Dean x sister!reader

Summary:   It was days like this that made all the hunting, all the suffering and the pain worth it. The bonus being? Hugs.

Unnecessary Syllables

HunterCorp!Sam x sister!reader x HunterCorp!Dean

Summary:   After your brothers, Castiel and Jack had left to find the Occultum, you were forced to stay back with the posh and spoilt versions of your brothers... it would all be so much easier if they didn’t push every single one of your buttons, wouldn’t it?  

Victorian Vexation

Sam x sister!reader x Dean

Summary:   Waking up, you find yourself in a room you don’t recognise and with people trying to force feed some amber “medicine” down your throat. Who are these people? Where are you? And why do these Sam and Dean lookalikes keep saying the just want their sister back?  

Big Brother’s Here, Darling

Michael!Dean x sister!reader

Summary: A failed attempt to kill Michael had him repossessing your brother, but with it brings events from the past that you’ve tried to ignore (and can’t completely remember) and a very self satisfied archangel.  

Five Years Can Change a Person

Mobster!Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, Mobster!Dean Winchester x Sister!reader

Summary: Five years ago, your life changed forever. Five years ago, your house burnt down and with it... your family. No matter how over-bearing your brothers were, you loved them nevertheless and their loss affected you insanely. Now content with your new family though, seemingly moved past the past, the ghosts of your brothers walk into the bar. How are they alive? How is that possible? You tried to wrap your head around it but are they the same as they were?  

The Other Side of the Coin

Loki x Reader, Gabriel x Reader

Summary: Gabriel had been off for weeks, and now you finally found out why...  

A New Beginning and a Lost Mate

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Angelmate!Reader

Summary: After another day in yours and Anael’s attempt at a human life, Michael shows up and grants you something that you’d been craving for centuries. Anael refused to take him seriously so Michael disregarded her. One on one, he admitted that he’d had a mate who was the most loyal lover and soldier he had... you. You from his world that died, and he’d tracked you down to finally grasp his lost mate once more...

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Personally, February was quite a year, so please join me in saying good riddance! *waves as February slips on by* Luckily, I was able to keep my reading queue full for most of it. Peruse at your leisure and be sure to gush over the stories you love. If anyone is going to appreciate your excitement, it's the people who typed it up and clicked that publish button. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character.

Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

DC

The Other Half series by @youvebeenlivingfictional Bruce Wayne x Reader You glance at the man, then freeze, eyes widening. There’s no way that the goddamn Prince of Gotham is on your counter right now. Luckily for you, he’s focused on the tie clips. Maybe he knows you’re staring and is just ignoring it. Maybe he’s just so used to the sensation that he simply doesn’t register it anymore. Warnings: Canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, explicit sexual content

Marvel

Mafia Ask by @angrythingstarlight Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader ASK: what would be bucky's reaction if malyshka playfully smacked his ass Warnings: Spanking, dom!Bucky, bratty!wife.

Marc thinks the reader loves Steven more by @softlyspector Marc Spector x Reader Prompt: Insecure marc because reader loves Steven more maybe? Warnings: Angst with a happy ending.

Waves of Love by @flordeamatista Namor x Reader When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love. Warnings: poetic fluff, soft smut (fingering), beach soft smut, kisses, ocean love, slight angst but just amor

The Little Things in Life series by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor dark!Steve Rogers x Reader Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left. Warnings: non-consent sex

Lies by @cockslutpadalecki Steve Rogers x Female Reader What is a couple of little white lies between friends? Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, oral sex (male receiving), exes being fuck buddies, explicit sexual content, 18+.

Broken Promises by @cockslutpadalecki Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: “Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.” Warnings: fwb relationship, female masturbation, explicit sexual content, 18+.

I Wish I Had That by @girl-next-door-writes Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader Marc has found himself a girlfriend, and Steven is happy for him, he really is. Problem is, Steven wishes he’d met her first. Warnings: None provided.

Supernatural

Beers & Beef Jerky by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Female Reader Dean’s fantasy may just come true. Warnings: smut.

Push Your Luck by @cockslutpadalecki Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt: “Y’know, I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” Warnings: a little bit of teasing, bratty!reader, slight dom!Dean vibes,18+.

Your Way or the Rope by @cockslutpadalecki Demon!Dean x Reader Prompt: “I’ll fuck you for as long as you can stay awake… maybe after that too.” Warnings: bondage, a hint of dub-con, threat of oral sex, multiple orgasms, implications of somnophilia, a little Stockholm Syndrome, 18+.

Two At Once by @hoboal87 Dean Winchester x Reader x HunterCorp!Reader Dean catches you with his doppelgänger. Warnings: Smut, Crack, Threesome, implied open relationship

Trust Me by @carryonmywaywardcaptain MoC!Dean Winchester x Reader Dean’s losing his grip with the Mark, so you offer him a different outlet to work through some of his tension. Warnings: smidge of flangst, implied friends with benefits, implied (rough) future smut

In Living Color by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/N never knew how much color existed in the world till a green-eyed hunter stumbled into her path. Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut. Kissing. Dean's hands very briefly up a skirt. Dean on a motorcycle. Dean in leather. Dean being an absolute 1950s smoke show! Slight AU!Dean. He's still a hunter, but he's a hunter in the '50s.

Don't You Forget It by @rizlowwritessortof Dean Winchester x Reader Prompts: “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t you forget it.” & Supernatural episode: Regarding Dean. Warnings: Angst, pining, with a happy ending.

Trying Something New by @sofreddie Sam Winchester x Female Reader Sam and Y/N discuss kinks. Warnings: Pet Play, Discussion of Kinks, Implied Smut

Take It Easy by @there-must-be-a-lock Sam Winchester x Reader Prompt: “I want it to hurt.” Warnings: Discussion of rough sex but nothing on-screen. 300 words, mature.

Riding the Cavaletto Squarciapalle by @kickingitwithkirk Boy King!Sam Winchester x Reader Warnings: BDSM 18+, nudity, punishment, collar/lease, nipple clamps, blindfolds, restraints, foxtail plug, anal beads, wood horse, dildo insertion

Top Gun: Maverick

No One's In The Room series by @princessmisery666 Jake Seresin x Original Female Character (Ryleigh) Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room. Warnings: enemies to lovers, slow burn, cheating mentioned, bad family relationships, friends with benefits, fluff, angst, asshole!Jake.

RPF

Checkmate series by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Reader, King!Jensen x Handmaiden!Reader They’re just dreams, very vivid dreams, at least that’s what Jensen first thought when they started happening. Now, after a trip to a therapist office, he learns they might not be dreams after all, but rather memories of a past life that send him searching for an unpredicted turn of events that could effect the future…if he’s lucky, if she exist at all. Series Warnings: Angst, Language, Therapy Sessions, Hypnosis, Past Life Repression Therapy (Yes, it’s a thing), Character Death, Smut, Unprotected Smut, Soul Mates. Individual warnings will be placed over each chapter)

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SUPERNATURAL/THE WINCHESTERS MASTERLIST

DEAN WINCHESTER

● "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - (Dean x Reader) You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough. ● "Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - (Dean x Reader) When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can’t accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. …But is he really gone? ● Follow Me Into the Dark - (Dean x Reader) Tragedy has struck in your life, quickly and without warning, leaving you completely devastated. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Dean Winchester rolls into town and he and his brother are starting to ask questions. Questions that you are not prepared to answer though you have a question of your own: just what the hell is Dean doing darkening your doorstep again? ● when were you going to tell me - (Dean x Reader) After finding out you concealed something from him on a hunt, Dean is not happy with you and he definitely does not appreciate your attempts at humor on the subject.

ANAEL/SISTER JO

● "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - (Anael x Reader) Anael calls you to pick her up after she leaves Cas back at the Emporium. Having just come off of a rough hunt, you’re really not that inclined to be at the angel’s beck and call. ● "Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - (Anael x Reader) Anael is not happy that you’ve agreed to help the Winchesters with their far-fetched plan to destroy Chuck via Jack. She reluctantly accompanies you to the Bunker and this sets events in motion that prompt a conversation between you and Dean on just why the angel is so important to you.

MICHAEL!DEAN

● Let Me Set Your World On Fire - (Michael!Dean x Reader) While on a hunt, you all get stuck in an abandoned cabin in the woods due to a snowstorm that comes out of nowhere. It’s cold as hell (Cas’ fact checking not withstanding) and both you and Dean are trying to fight off the icy temperatures. When Cas offers his coat to Dean, in usual Michael fashion, the archangel offers you something bigger and more to his liking than a simple article of clothing to keep you warm.

SAM WINCHESTER

JOHN WINCHESTER

DEMON!DEAN

AU!DEAN

DEAN SMITH

ENDVERSE!DEAN

HUNTERCORP!DEAN

MOC!DEAN

PURGATORY!DEAN

ROWENA MACLEOD

ANNA MILTON

AMARA

RUBY

BELA TALBOT

BENNY LAFITTE

CASTIEL

GADREEL!SAM

SOULLESS!SAM

CASIFER

BELPHEGOR!JACK

DESTIEL

● Masks - where the Winchesters are attempting to get lunch during the pandemic & Jack finally works up the courage to ask for a dog ● you taught me the courage of stars - Chuck is tired of his toys getting ideas of their own and talking back to him. He snaps his fingers and Dean knows that’s it, they’re all screwed…or are they?

DELA

CHESTERVELLE

SAILEEN

SAM x SARAH

ANNA x MARY

CASTIEL x ANAEL

CASTIEL x ANNA

ANAEL x RUBY 2.0

ANNA x RUBY 2.0

DEAN x RUBY 1.0

DEAN x LISA

DENNY

DEAN x COLE

MICHAEL!DEAN x ANAEL

SOULLESS!SAM x ROWENA

JOHN WINCHESTER (TW) x LATIKA (TW)

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Supernatural Fic Recs List

All underneath cut:

Characters

Dean Winchester | Demon!Dean | Michael!Dean | Endverse!Dean | Purgatory!Dean | MOC!Dean | Huntercorp!Dean | Dean Smith Sam Winchester | Soulless!Sam | Sam Wesson Castiel John Winchester Mary Winchester Benny Lafitte Ruby Anael/Sister Jo Gadreel | Gadreel!Sam Casifer | Lucifer Rowena MacLeod Crowley Charlie Bradbury Jo Harvelle

More Than One (Threesomes and More)

Dean x Reader x Sam | Dean Smith x Reader x Sam Wesson Castiel x Reader x Crowley Donna x Reader x Jody Dean x Reader x Castiel Dean x Reader x Anael Dean x Anael x Castiel

Ships

Destiel Chestervelle Dean x Lisa Dean x Jody Dean x Donna Dean x Anna Dean x Cassie Denny Dean x Alistair Dean x Cole Saileen Sam x Jo Sam x Jody Samwena Charlie x Rowena Anna x Ruby Wincest | Dean Smith x Sam Wesson Dean x Mary Dean x John

*I will add more as I go

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[herstarburststories]

the first step is always the hardest.

Pairing: au!dean winchester x reader

Summary: Huntercorp!Dean asks you out on a date.

A/N: I'm happy with how this one turned out. It's very different from my usual to do, but so cute! au!dean lives in my and in brazil right now sjhsjs. Anyway, this is my part for @firefly-in-darkness 2k challenge! Congrats again, honey. My prompt was “I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe.” And this was requested by @anaelsbrunette.

Warnings: mutual pining and adorableness.

Some things aren't supposed to be hard. In Dean Winchester's opinion, this is one of them. What he's about to do isn't quite professional or preferred by his dad -- although, not exactly against HunterCorp's strict code of conduct. Alright, he might have to report to HR about the relationship due the anti-harassment policy if you two ever get that far, but that's another point. The fact right now is, it shouldn't be this hard to blurt out a simple 'would you like to go out with me?' towards the woman he had been pining for weeks. 

Dean asked girls out before, and three out five said yes. Usually, his goofy way of flirting is enough to make them take the lead. When it doesn't happen, though, the Winchester laces his hang out proposal with wiggling brows and a suggestive smirk. They'd laugh and a date was settled.

He isn't shy. Dean gets embarrassed easily and yes, he is a little too spoiled to have a larger vision of the world, but he can get his way with the women he's interested in. Therefore, it shouldn't be that difficult, right? In theory, safely hiding in the back of his head, it isn't. The hunter remains passing some vague steps on his mind: 1.) Go to you. 2.) Try not to get lost at the sight of you. 3.) Don't try his Spanish to impress you because it's not going to work. 4.) Smile in a boyish way, just being cool. 5.) Ask you out. Samuel said it was a good plan. He just needs to execute it, get through his words and make them into actions. 

So why is it so excruciatingly hard?

You, a HunterCorp's rookie, recently graduated in their new worldwide program to recruit willing hunters that weren't born in the life. You are smart, bilingual, pretty, strategic, spontaneous, and strong. You laugh loud as if joy should be going inside everyone's ear, but you also fight to kill with both words and trained combat skills. You, one of the best hunters of HunterCorp, which is the only thing Dean would ever try to say he was compared to you. You, Y/N Y/L/N, the girl with fancy red boots and tight jeans, is everything Dean never dreamed of and way out of his league.

You are a ferocious scream in civility that shakes his ground and makes him want to know how human savagery felt like after years being spoiled. You tease the green eyed hunter, never leading to evilness, and always with a beam that makes him feel lucky to be the fool to your kingdom. Dean feels comfortable with you, like taking his expensive socks off at home and chuckling with his mouth full, or even attempting a new food that makes his tongue experience marvelous flavors never felt before.

The eldest Winchester brother is almost dancing around his own feet for five minutes and counting. Gulping nervously every time he hears the noise of a door opening as he shuts his eyes, picturing the perfect ending of 'asking Y/N on a date' plan.

Okay, fine. Maybe he does have a reason for envisioning the possible difficulties of this situation. How could he not? Dean wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking you out again if you said no today. It's a now or never situation. How can he not be sweating in his levis?

“Duncan?” you ask, your voice exhaling a name that isn't his, but it catches Dean's attention nonetheless. He must have been listening what you were saying before even turning around to catch a glimpse of you. “Duncan!”

You poke his arm, causing him to move quickly to face you. Despite getting his name wrong, you look gorgeous: your hair was a mess like usual after spending too long in your office, sunglasses on the top of your head, and a joyful grin on your painted lips.

He straightens his posture to regain some confidence. “Dean. Dean Winchester.”

Your eyebrows knit together in a weight of confusion. "Who are you?"

This is it, his mind whispers. Rule number four, be cool. Say that thing that guy says in the movie which Sammy made you watch! Dean licks his lips, leaning against the counter. He shrugs, attempting to get in a persona that would only be him in another universe. “I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. You know, Dean Winchester.”

His shoulders drop as you let out a laugh, and suddenly the perfect threat in his fantasy became a funny joke. He doesn't even waste time being too embarrassed, though: he loves that sound.

“I'm kidding, Dean Winchester. I know who you are. You know, you're kind of the owner of this building?” you say humorously, pointing around the establishment.

Dean's brows arch quickly as he replies: “Technically, it's my father.” 

“Who cares about the technical, right?” Of course you would say that with your own sequin smile and a playful wink. Who gives you the right to make his heart go wild? God, he sounds like a chick-flick. “Anyway, do you need something? I noticed you standing at my door.”

“Yes.” His stupendous moment. The stage is his and he better make it worth it. Dean's going to ask you out now, and then, he sees your features changing into curiosity. You're so adorable with your soft frown and head cocked, hair cascading down like one of the surrealistic paintings decorating his office walls. It reminds the Winchester of the way their brilliant colors and space tangle together to make something so gorgeous he couldn’t bear to give it another name but art. God, what if you say no? What if you say yes? What if everything is weird after that? “No. I mean, yes. I...”

“Are you okay?” You place a hand on his bicep. One touch, a blaze starting to burn in the best ways. His heart gives out, beating too crazily to be properly felt -- that doesn't help one bit.

“Yeah, this muchacho is okay.” Dean points at himself with two thumbs. Here goes all the rules in less than three minutes of chatting. He sighs to himself, offering you a pageant smile. “Just forget about it. I was going to ask for a report on your last hunt, but you can send it to my email.”

“Sure thing. I'll send you them after I come back from lunch. McDonald's waits for me.” The Winchester doesn't know if his mind is playing tricks on him, but he can swear he saw disappointment on your face. It could've been that tell, your hair brushing your lips like he craves to, or even how you blink so adorably under the dim light that makes a sudden glimmer of newfound courage hit him. Granted, it's with a trembling voice, but still.

“Maybe I could go have lunch with you?” Dean can practically hear his brother saying, be assertive, ask her out. He rushes to correct himself. “You. You could grab lunch with me. If you want. We could go have lunch together.”

“You like McDonald's?” You bit your bottom lip, arms crossed despite your subtle chortle.

“Of course.” Dean scoffs, gaining a glare of yours for a few seconds before he sighs with a shrug, a flush of pink coloring his cheeks. “No. Processed food isn't a thing in my house. Dad likes to spoil us with homemade meals and scotch.”

“Well, I'm sure John doesn't know how to cook quesadillas. I know the perfect place we can go.” You grab his wrist, and despite all empirical evidence to the contrary of such strong euphoria stemming from a simple touch, he goes against every scientific rule and gets to heaven on earth. “And Dean?”

His voice is lighter, happier by that mere gentle gesture which causes Dean's cheeks to dimple with branded delight as he answers: “Yes?”

You don't bother pulling your hand away. Instead, you intertwined your fingers, smiling like a baby when you notice his sweaty palm. At least you aren't the only nervous here. “Our second date will be at McDonald's.”

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Same 4/4 Different Souls

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?

Serie Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone, Swearing.

Wordcount : 3.8k

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. This is the final chapter of Same; shout out to my babe @jay-and-dean for working with me on this amazing journey, I hope you all enjoyed this adventure as much as we did!

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Part 1: Same eyes

Part 2: Different hearts

Part 3: Same names

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         4. Different souls

Dean came down the stairs from letting the Winchesters 2.0 out. Wiping his face, he was relieved that they left. But he could see that Y/n was clearly upset, she was wiping her eyes and sniffing.

As Dean ascended the stairs he sat down at the illuminated world map table, his eyes focused on Melville Canada.

Sam stretched his back, he could feel the obvious tension between the two and he didn’t want to end up in the middle of it.

“I’m exhausted from the whole double me double you thing, i’m gonna get some sleep guys.”

Dean looked up at his brother. 

“Night Sammy.”

Y/n turned to Sam, trying to hide her eyes.

“Goodnight Sam.”

With that Sam left them behind in the war room. 

“You okay sweetheart?” Dean asked as his eyes tried to met hers.

“Yeah… I just need a drink” she said a little too coldly. 

The other Dean’s words had hit her like a slap, and she really felt confused and… hurt somehow. 

Y/n got up to take a glass and a bottle of whiskey, sitting across from Dean without a word. He frowned. When he opened his mouth to say something, she cut him :

“I think you have had enough whiskey for a while Dean.” She said gruffly.

“Yeah you’re probably right.” He scratched the back of his neck. 

Y/n filled up her glass and shot it all down at once. Her eyes focused on the table in front of her. 

The tension in the room was palpable, both of them had obviously things on their hearts but each one was waiting for the other to address the elephant in the room. 

Dean let out a big sigh.

“What did he tell you? It looked serious. And you’re upset…” He watched her face, to see if he could read her, but she looked… shocked? Scared even.

“Nothing that matters.” She took another drink, no way she was gonna tell him and make things even worse.

“Stop being like that, Y/n… Talk to me.”

Talk to him ? When he was himself letting her with no answer ! He got hurt, fine ! But why that reaction ? Why not telling her anything else than I’m sorry.

“I know you’re furious or something.” Y/n didn’t make eye contact when she finally talked, letting her frustration overcome her guilt. 

“Furious ? I’m not furious ?” Dean frowned. 

Y/n scoffed dryly. 

“Oh yeah not at all, isn’t that why you drank an entire bar ?”

Dean leaned over the table to take her hand in his.

“I’m not furious Y/n.”

Y/n pulled her hand out of his grasp.

“I never saw you that drunk Dean, and believe me, I have seen you drunk.”

He slumped back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his face,

“It wasn’t because I was angry with you Y/n.”  

“Not angry huh ? You came home and went all fight club!” Y/n finally yelled at Dean.

“I wasn’t angry with you, not even with him!” Dean yelled back.

“Then why did you hit him ?” Y/n questioned him. “Please answer, this time…”

Dean looked down at his hands on the table.

“If he didn’t wear the same face it wouldn’t have happened. I was angry at myself.”

“That makes no sense Dean.” He could see she was annoyed now.

Several silent minutes passed, Y/n’s annoyance turned to a deep sadness, he wasn’t going to talk, she will have to leave with the idea of hurting him that bad, but not knowing exactly how. Tears filled her eyes as a lump grew in her throat. After a while, Dean looked at her and sighed, she was in pain, he had to do something.

“How long have we known each other ?” 

“7 years.” Y/n shrugged. She very vividly remembered when she first laid eyes on the man she knew she would love forever.

“I was drunk because I was… hurt.” Dean told her.

Y/n frowned.

“How do you mean hurt ?”

“He achieved what I wanted for years in just one day…” 

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Dean.” She looked at him, trying to read what he was saying on his face.

“I was jealous.” he softly shrugged, in a way to make it seem like it was no big deal. 

“Jealous ? Of him ?” Y/n didn’t understand what he meant, of course.

“Yes! He touched you, he kissed you,  he got to smell you and keep you close, he got to know what it’s like to be with you, like really be with you. He got to taste your love, he got to see every inch of you, to admire you in the way I always wanted to. When i close my eyes all I can see are his hands on you, hear the noises you made for him and it…it hurts Y/n.” 

Now Dean had finally talked, he couldn’t stop.

“But -… I- you want to have sex with me?” Y/n wasn’t sure she heard him right.

Dean shook his head, a deep sigh leaving his lips. 

“I- I’m sorry.” 

“Dean answer me, did you want to fu-… have sex with me ?” she had to know.

He scoffed darkly.

“Not just sex…”

Y/n waited for him to further explain what he meant with that. 

Dean looked her in the eyes.

“I l-love you Y/n.” He stated his voice wavering, he felt so vulnerable, more than ever. He could feel his eyes getting wet despite his will to keep some composure. She didn’t love him, he was sure of it. 

“Wh- what ?” She looked at him like he grew a second head. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I… I can leave if you want.” Dean was getting out of his chair but she stopped him with a shaky voice.

“Did he tell you to say that ?” He could see the tears threatening to leave her eyes.

“What ?” Dean tilted his head to the side. 

Y/n was getting up now, ready to leave. Of course he told Dean that she loved him, he probably wanted to do her a favor, but he just made it worse.

Dean grabbed her arm with a firm but kind gesture making her stop. He didn’t want to frighten her, but now that he revealed his deepest secret, the one he actually thought could ruin his life, there was no way he could live not knowing what she thought of that.

“What are you talking about ?” 

She pushed his hand off her, gently.

“He told you to say that, to make me happy RIGHT ?”  

“You mean other me ?” Dean questioned, confused, still a little shaken by his own confession.

She didn’t answer but Dean could read of her face that he was right.

“He didn’t tell me anything ! Why would he? What would he say to me Y/n ?” 

“Because of this soulmate thing !” a sob choked her and Dean’s eyes widened.

“Soulmates what ?” 

“He… Him and his Y/n were soulmates and he… He seemed to think that… “ she couldn’t find her words, or her breath, rib cage suddenly tight. “Dean, he was confusing his love story with our friendship  I think, he kept telling me we should be together, but I… I told him.” 

“Told him what ?” Dean lightly shook his head.

“That it was not the same, that you…” 

She turned and pushed at Dean to give her space. And he couldn’t move. 

A million ideas passed through his skull without staying. Soulmates ? How could she know ? What did it even mean ? Did that mean the other him and his Y/n were soulmates too ?  Were they, himself and the woman he loved so much, soulmates ? Or not at all ?… He swallowed, like it would move the lump in his throat. Was it possible that he, himself, had a soulmate ? Was it… 

She weakly talked again, saving him from drowning in his questions.

“But he knew so…” Tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

“He knew what ?” Dean now held her tight by the upper arms.

“That I love you !” She half screamed at him, the words hurting her throat on their way out. 

His grip on her loosened, he stood before her as she looked down at her feet.

“Wh-what?” Dean gasped.

“I told him, I’m sorry you… I know you don’t feel the really same and I-”

“You love me?” Dean cut her off.

“Yes Dean… why else would I have sex with him ?! Why … among all the men, would I want him ?” She finally dared to look up at him, her vision blurry because of her tears.

“Because he got the looks without the crap ?” He stated with a sad smile, it broke her heart that he could think of himself like that once more.

“Because I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you, to have you inside of me, Dean… To hear you moan my name for once…” She muttered the last part as she looked straight ahead to his chest, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes because she used the other Dean for her own heart. 

She felt his hand on her cheek, tilting her head up so he could look in her eyes. 

“I want to give you all of that. I love you, Y/n.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

She put her head on his chest, softly sobbing. She could barely believe what he was saying, her heart racing in her chest, echoing in her head, tears heavily falling between them directly to the floor. How could it be true… And yet, she felt it. In his hand holding the back of her neck, in the soft held back sobs making his chest tremble, in everything that emanated of him, she could feel love.

“He’s not you, I know that because even when I was with him. I only thought of you. I love you Dean.” She lifted her chin to dive in his eyes. “I love you so much.”

He bent down to slowly catch her lips in a tender kiss, barely grazing at first, to then crush softly on her craving mouth, finally feeling her lips on his. He sighed in relief, like he could breathe for the first time in ages. 

Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling him down to her, she felt his tongue softly grazing at her bottom lip, wanting access, needing more. It was her. She had seen him kissing, each time clenching her fists, but this time it was her… She parted her lips and let his tongue start a raging fire in her whole body.

But she broke that heavenly kiss because she needed to hear those words again, she to be sure she wasn’t making all this up in her mind :

“You really love me Dean?” she questioned once they parted.  

“I really do Y/n, I have been loving you for a long time now.” 

A soft smile formed on her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. She couldn’t have enough.

“I’m sorry for… sleeping with him I just, I was stupid… sorry.” She hid her face in his neck again, a wave of new guilt hitting her, if he was in love with her like she was with him, he must have been through hell.

“I’m sorry for acting like a dick and being so hard on you… I was just hurt.” 

She slowly started kissing his neck, which pulled a groan from Dean.

“Let me show you how much I love you sweetheart.”

His lips crashed onto hers hungrily, pouring all his love into it. His hands traveled down her body to the back of her thighs and he whispered.

“Jump.”

She jumped up and locked her legs behind his lower back, her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to his room.

Entering his room he kicked the door shut behind him, walking to the bed to drop her on it.

He stood at the edge, just watching her for a moment, enjoying the sight before him, and he tried to ignore memories of her voice moaning that stranger’s name. He could see the blush crawling up her neck.

“You’re so beautiful.”  He said as he crawled over her. 

Her hands cupped his face, just watching him, now that she shamelessly could. Taking in every inch of him, she could see he was doing the same, admiring each other for the first time.

The wrinkles around his eyes as he wore a small smile, the freckles dusted across not only the bridge of his nose but also up his temples, his scruff that slightly scratched against the palms of her hands. His lips slightly parted, spit slick and swollen from her kisses. Her fingers touched the fine naked line between his scruff and ear, the skin feeling incredibly soft beneath her touch.

His eyes were a deep, enchanting shade of green. Her favorite color, she never liked green before she saw his green, they held such warmth and comfort, she wanted to drown in them every time.  

His hands moved down her sides, feeling her steady breathing beneath her ribs, her heart thumping in her chest. He moved them down until he reached the end of her shirt to push it up, lowering himself to kiss every inch of skin that was revealed to him. His tongue leaving behind a wet trail, sucking a mark near her belly button.

His touch was intoxicating, she was already panting as her hands fisted his hair which made him smirk against her skin.

He pulled the shirt over her head,, eyes darkening at the sight before him. His hands moved behind her back to unclasp her bra, his finger went to  her shoulders as he moved his thumb over the hickey on her neck, as if he was trying to erase it.

“I’m sorry…” If he wasn’t so close he would have never heard her whisper the apology. 

“It’s okay Y/n, I’m not mad.” He lowered his face to her neck, sucking a mark over the one she already had and switched to the other side to mark her there too. 

Everything was different, his mouth was way more eager and his hands roamed, conquering, discovering her and earning every moan, every little whimper slowly. Her body reacted different too. This was Dean, her Dean, and every touch was overwhelming.

Her hands tugged at his shirt.  

“I need to feel you Dean, please ?” She fisted his hair to make him look at her.

He smiled at her, how could he ever refuse her ? With one hand he gripped the back of his shirt to pull it of.

“Woah…” she gasped, her hands carefully touching him.

“What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” The words left his lips before he knew it, he didn’t mean it in the way she thought. Her eyes flickered down, her hands leaving his chest.

“No baby… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” He took her hand and placed it back on his chest. “I’m not angry, it’s just… the jealousy, it can be overwhelming.” He admitted to her as he could see a small smile on her lips.

“What?” he asked her. 

“You called me baby.” She said as her smile grew. 

“I did, because you are my baby.” He pecked her lips and felt her hands push a little at his chest to roll over him.

She straddled him once he was on his back, a small satisfied  smile gracing her face.

“I want you Dean, not a copy. You.” His hands held her by the waist as she shyly started to grind on him. He bit down on his lip, guiding her movement, encouraging her by pushing his hips up.

She bend down, her chest flush against his, her nipples rubbing against his. Her hands went up in his hair, as she kissed him like she always wanted to do. Her hips growing more confident with his growls.

“Fuck baby, I need to feel you, all of you.” Dean gasped against her lips.

She sat up straight, her hands sliding down his body to stop at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling his pants down, Dean kicked it of his feet as he held her up by the waist. She whimpered a little while Dean kept her up, her hips now grinding in the air.

“All of you baby, loose the pants.” He let go of her so she could quickly take off her pants, panties being kicked off too. She straddled him again, rubbing her already wet pussy on his hard cloth covered cock. 

“Fuck baby, you’re soaking me.” He groaned as his grip on her tightened crushing her more down on him as he pushed his hips up.  

She bend down, kissing his chest, nipping at his nipples which made him gasp,  he could feel her smile against his skin. 

One of his hand shifted from her waist to in between her thighs, two fingers parting her lips so they hugged his cock through his underwear, cock twitching because of the amount of slick he was already covered in.

“Fuck Dean… I need more…” She whined as she sat up, rolling her hips on him as she put her hands behind her to rest on his thighs. 

Dean briefly stopped her movements to take off his underwear, Y/n licking her lips at the sight of his hard cock, she sat down on him once more, the skin to skin contact sending electric through her body, making her grind harder. One of her hands wrapped around his cock pumping him in the same time as her pussy lips hugged him, pushing his cock close to her as her clit reached his tip, rubbing deliciously.

He was panting beneath her, head thrown back and a concentrated frown on his face. She rubbed faster, feeling her climax climb, she was so close to fall over that edge.

“Fuck Dean… I’m c-close… so c-close” She was sweating, gasping his name.

She clenched around nothing as she came on top of him, her body convulsing at how hard her orgasm hit her.

“FUCK DEAN!” 

Dean struggled not to come himself at just the sight of her coming.

“Yes baby, that’s it come all over me.”

She dropped on the bed next to him, she started laughing in her after bliss haze.

“Fuck Dean, you’re not even inside me and I already came harder than ever before.”

He chuckled, loving the sound of those words, loving how natural they felt ; and turn to her, hand cupping her breast as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it.

“Harder than ever before huh?” His chest swelled with pride, a wicked smirk on his face as he moved between her legs. The heavy weight of his cock resting against her thigh.

She bit her lips as she moved her hips so his cock would rest against her pussy.

“Do I need-” He started.

“I want to feel all of you Dean, I want you bare” her hands on his lower back to push him closer.

During his hesitation, she could see the question burning in his eyes. Now she new he had been so jealous, she could imagine his feelings, she could guess what he was thinking, because she knew jealousy too well. 

“He… I didn’t let him… you know, only you can do that.” She told him, he catched her lips in a sweet and tender kiss.

“I love you.” He told her.

“I love you too Dean.” 

He guided his cock to her entrance, pushing inside her slowly. 

“Fuck you’re tight baby…” he panted in her neck.

She welcomed him, searching if face, her mouth agape. He didn’t know her and seeing his pupils dilate made her heart flutter. This was them, not the echo of another story, and they had everything to learn about each other. Her hands grabbed his shoulders hard at the intense pleasure spreading in her whole body, her nails leaving moon crested shapes in his skin.

“De… m-move please move.” She begged him once he bottomed out.

He pulled back, slowly, his cock dragging along her inner walls. As he did, she stared at him, taking in the nobility of his shape. He looked stronger than his double, rougher around the edges, he carried the violence of his life on his warrior shape, without looking brutal himself. A single tear rolled from the corner of her eyes when her love overflew her.

Leaving just the tip in he slammed back into her, making her scream out his name in surprise.

“FUCK DEAN YES.”

He started pounding into her hard, pushing her up the bed, unable to tame that hunger inside him, that craving. Her hands went above her head to hold onto the headboard. This was so intense, both too much and not enough and her mouth opened in ecstasy. This wasn’t only about sex, he was claiming her.

“You’re mine.” He growled in her ear as his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside her over and over.    

“Y-Yes.”

“Tell me, tell me you’re mine, I need to hear it.” He bit her shoulder, arms holding her behind her shoulders, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.

“FUCK I’m yours Dean, I’M YOURS !” 

She could feel he was losing his rhythm, the sounds he made indicating he was close.

With one hard thrust he filled her up, his cum shooting deep inside her, coating her walls white.

“FUCK YES Y/N YES!” His his jerking into her made her fall over the edge to succumb into her own orgasm, scratching his back as she clenched hard around him.

“DEAN YES FUUUCK!”

Dean fell on top of her panting, hips jerking slightly. 

Her hands wrapped around him, fingers tunneling through his sweaty hair. She didn’t really notice it before but they smelled slightly different, her Dean smelled like the mundane shampoo she bought him, the leather of baby and bunker, he smelled like the bunker, like home.

There were many differences between the two of them apart from just their smells. Her Dean’s hands were rougher, probably from digging the graves and working on baby, he had more scars than the fashion version of him. His love was more… raw, because it was more like him, and she loved every bit of it.

He lifted his head from her neck, looking in her eyes, a lazy smile across his face.

“I love you Y/n.” He said right before he kissed her, lazily, still slightly out of breath.

“I love you too, Dean” she smiled against his swollen lips, his name sounding so right. “Can I sleep with you ?”

“Oh baby I’m never gonna let you leave my side.”

The two version of Dean might be made of the same wood, but they grow in a totally different forest, And the biggest difference ? Only one of them held her heart.

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Too Close To Gone Masterlist

Summary: Dean's been gone for a year. You have been gone from the Bunker for just about as long. When you finally get the guts to go back "home" after leaving, someone you never thought you'd see again stumbles into your life, and now you have to figure out how to move on with a constant reminder of what you've lost following you around in the flesh.

Pairing: HunterCorp!Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Warning: Angst, grief, so much heartbreak. Dean's death revisiting/burial revisited. Character Death. Language, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attacks, Drinking, Mentions/hints of drug abuse. This one is dark guys, and the needed warnings will be placed above each chapter.

Beta'd By: @deanwanddamons

Dividers By: @firefly-graphics

A/N: As always, please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!!

A/N: 2: I will add all my tags to post once series is completed.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 (Final)

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[myreyisbae]

Can Someone write an x Reader 15×13

fic with HunterCorp!Sam seeing Y/N he lost his Y/N (close friend or Girlfriend) in the rift but seeing her makes him smile even though she is a bit diffrent

It could either be a Sam Winchester× Reader (where the reader and Sam are already dating) or a HunterCorp!Sam × Reader where she lives in the bunker with Sam and Dean but is not with either of them

[waywardsummoner46]

Unnecessary Syllables

Huntercorp!Sam x sister!reader x Huntercorp!Dean

Summary: After your brothers, Castiel and Jack had left to find the Occultum, you were forced to stay back with the posh and spoilt versions of your brothers... it would all be so much easier if they didn’t push every single one of your buttons, wouldn’t it?

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One more snarky remark from these two and you were going to blow something up, probably them. Sam and Dean, this arrogant Sam and Dean, had been left in your care until your actual brothers, Cas and Jack returned from their quest to find the Occultum… a mouthful of unnessaccary syllables. 

  Speaking of unnecessary syllables, the constant waffling of these trust fund idiots was winding you up to a boiling point. You’ve started to refer to them as Samuel and Deanius.

  “They said lose the man bun, Samuel,” Deanius chided half-heartedly, arriving at the Bunker’s table and placing his beer down on it, opposite you. Oh yeah, because Samuel has a man bun, oo-la-fucking-la. 

   Samuel had a stubborn look on his face and reached up with both hands to give his hair a little pat, “Look, wearing hill-billy clothes is bad enough I have to draw the line somewhere, and my hair… is sacred.”

 You all had computers in front of you, Sam and Dean had elected you to pretend to be occupied with the normal stuff you and your brothers get up to when you’re not hunting, such as researching or in your case, watching YouTube videos or doing homework. Today, it was a blend of both although neither had your attention.

  You narrowed your eyes at your computer, before turning to face Samuel and raising an incredulous eyebrow. “Are you kidding me right now?”

  His attention turned to you, as did Deanius’s. “Like are you actually for real? Because this is just pathetic, incredibly amusing but still extremely pathetic,” you continued bluntly.

  Looking slightly affronted, Samuel went to reply but Deanius cut in with a demanding tone, “Don’t insult my brother like that!” You merely stared at him from across the table, shaking your head in slight disbelief. 

  Samuel straightened his “hill-billy” jacket and huffed like a petulant child. “Thank you Dean, but I’m perfectly capable of handling this myself. Is there a problem (Y/N)? Are we bothering you?” Then, he started to babble on about how other-you wouldn’t dare talk with such a tone, how she wouldn’t even glance at such scruffy clothing without gagging, how she was oh so perfect with her grades at school and oh. The best one was how she was a Daddy’s girl.

 That is what triggered you and you interrupted quite rudely, “First of all, my family’s lives could be at stake right now okay? They are literally trying to save the multiverse right now and all you two are doing is complaining about the clothes, or how the beer isn’t up to your standards. Well, sorry bud, you’re living in my world now okay? Where life isn’t as happy-go lucky as it may have been for you! I never had the chance to go to school, I never had the chance to buy nice looking clothes for myself, I never ever, not once, had any semblance of a stable relationship with my father because John Winchester was a neglectful and emotionally abusive piece of absolute shit!”

  At the end of that, you’d become a bit hysteric with the odd hitch in your breath and some tears pooling in your eyes. You aggressively wiped them away and cleared your throat. Standing there looking rapidly between the two, you decided to fill the awkward silence.

  With a cleared throat, you continued; “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that. You guys are just not helping with my stress levels right now so please try to tone it down on the arrogance alright?” With a quick sarcastic smile, you sat back down and pretended to return to whatever you were occupied with. 

   Missing the concerned and slightly bashful look being shared, you began idly searching random things up as an attempt to distract you from the tense atmosphere.

  “Listen, we admit that we haven’t exactly been the most pleasant of people, we just don’t know how to act in front of you because back home our relationship with our sister was rocky at best,” Deanius said meekly. You cast a shy glance towards him before quickly retreating to your screen. 

  “Well, considering you two I’m assuming the other me was very self-centered and pig-headed?” A hesitant yet confident nod from Samuel was your reply, and he received a rough nudge from Deanius to which he just shrugged at. 

  However, you chuckled lightly and the tension eased a bit. “It’s cool guys, everything’s hard for all of us so don’t stress,” you waved them off.

  Samuel seemed to agree but Deanius looked as though he was eager to test out a new idea he’d had.

  “Tell you what, how about we do introductions again and try to bond like a real family? Really get to know each other?” He stood and outstretched a hand.

  You took it and said,”You sound exactly like Dean. I like it. In which case, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, (Y/N) Winchester at your service,” you said poshly. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a little kiss on it.

  “Lovely to meet you (Y/N), allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dean Winchester and this is my brother Samuel WInchester,” then Sam took your hand and kissed it lightly too. Feeling happy and as at ease as you’d been in a long time, you allowed yourself to enjoy this slightly good moment and decided to hold on to it.

  Because killing God definitely isn’t easy.

[saventhhaven]

Seeing Double

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, AU!Sam Winchester x AU!reader

Tags: Season 15 Spoilers!, confused!Sam, confused!Dean, confused!reader, alternate universe

Word Count: 1,142

(Gif not mine)

You shook your head with disbelief as Dean led the four of you down the bunker's hallway.

"If Chuck comes back and checks in on us, he's gonna look for us here in the bunker," he explained. Sam glanced at you, frowning, and you merely shrugged.

"We don't know that," he disagreed.

"Well, we don't not know that," was Dean's response. Your small group turned into the room where the alternate versions of Sam, Dean, and yourself stood behind the rippled screen of another universe. "So," Dean continued, "Chuck would need to see us here in the bunker." He gestured to the three people, and you had to suppress a groan. When he said he had a dumb idea, he wasn't kidding.

"Wait," Cas interrupted. "You want them to be you?" You shook your head as you laid a hand on Dean's arm.

"Babe, I don't know if this is a good idea. I mean, look at them. Obviously, there's something wrong with them since they're dressed like that." Sam and Dean wouldn't be caught dead in the outfits other-Sam and other-Dean were wearing. Almost as if to prove your point, your dopplegänger's apparel made you do a double-take. "Wait a second." You took another step in the direction of the rippled wall. She was clinging to other-Sam's arm as crisp navy blue fabric hung from her skin. You felt your lip curl back in disgust. "Am I wearing a pantsuit?" Suddenly, the apparel of Sam and Dean's doubles didn't seem so funny. "And heels!" You threw your hands up in exasperation. "I'm wearing a pantsuit and heels!" Dean rubbed a hand across your back soothingly as he planted a small kiss on your lips. Other-you's outfit differed drastically from your own, which consisted of an olive green bomber jacket, a light gray t-shirt, distressed black jeggings, and steel-toed gray work boots.

"At least you don't look like a douche," Sam put in. "I'm wearing a scarf!"

"And a man-bun," Dean pointed out. You grinned. The Sam you knew would chop his hair off before he wore it like that.

"I think it looks good," you teased. "You know, I actually have an extra ponytail holder if you want me to-" Sam moved away from you purposely, his lips forming a tight smile.

"No, that's, uh... that's okay." Snorting, Dean wrapped an arm around your waist.

"All right," he said. "Let's do this."

A bit of angel grace and one blinding flash of light later, Sam, Dean, and you stood around the table in the war room, your doubles sitting across from you. Dean scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably as you cleared your throat.

"So... you're hunters in your world?"

"Were," other-Dean corrected. "We were hunters before our world exploded." Other-you chuckled daintily, a sound that had you fighting the urge to cringe, and vaguely waved a hand through the air.

"These two were, at least," she clarified. "I don't dirty my hands with such work, of course." You gave Dean a look of bewilderment, which he returned. Whoever this woman was, she sure as hell wasn't you, no matter how similar you looked. Just the thought of not hunting made you feel anxious.

"Yes, Y/N works from HunterCorp's primary headquarters," other-Dean said proudly. You and the two Winchesters shared a look before Sam finally asked.

"HunterCorp?" he repeated. Other-Sam crossed his legs as he interlaced his fingers over his chest.

"The corporation our father built from the ground up. He built an entire empire single-handedly." The two boys clinked the necks of their beers together before taking a sip with a grimace. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. By the time you had met the boys, John had been dead for years.

"I'm the manager of all cases as well as finances, so our hunters get paid," other-you continued. You felt Dean freeze next to you.

"Okay, wait," he interrupted, holding up a hand. "You guys get paid?"

"You don't?" other-Dean inquired haughtily. When the three of you let your silence be your answer, the three other-yous' eyes widened like saucers. Their universe was so different from yours, and it literally couldn't get any weirder. Other-you tsked sympathetically.

"Oh, dear," she said. "Well, at least we live our lives comfortably, don't we, my love?" Just as you were about to interject, all thoughts of your disagreement were gone as other-you smiled glowingly at other-Sam. She reached up to pat his cheek gently, and you noticed the sizeable ring on her left ring finger.

"We most certainly do, darling," other-Sam responded. All you could do was watch in stunned silence as the two leaned over slightly in their chairs to kiss one another. You first caught Sam's eye, who looked just as confused as you felt, and then Dean's, whose face was laced with slight disgust. Other-Dean grinned at the three of you.

"Aren't they just a beautiful couple?" Sam swallowed his wordlessness.

"You're... together?" he questioned, sounding numb. Other-Sam wrapped an arm around other-you's shoulders, and she placed a hand on his knee.

"Married," he replied. "For six years now, to be precise." Things just got weirder.

"Married," you breathed. If you were the type to faint at a shocking revelation, you definitely would have. Other-Dean gestured between you and your version of Sam, looking intrigued.

"And you two?" he asked. "How long have you been together?" Honestly, you weren't sure whether to laugh or vomit. Sam was a good man with a kind heart, and you loved him, but you weren't in love with him. He was the older brother you never had, and after three years with Dean, even thinking about anything romantic between the two of you felt wrong. You could tell by the face Sam made that he was thinking the same thing. Without a word, you stepped closer to Dean, who instinctively wrapped his arms around you in a way that wasn't unprotective.

"Oh!" Other-you exclaimed in surprise before frowning. "How disturbing." You shook your head as Dean's thumb traced your arm.

"My thoughts exactly." Other-Sam coughed awkwardly.

"Well, thank you for the rescue, but we really should go."

"Yeah, about that," Dean put in. "There's something we could use your help with."

As soon as the three alternate universe versions of yourself were settled in standard hunter clothing, you, Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack headed out to retrieve the Occultum.

"That," you started, still a bit in shock, "was the weirdest thing I've ever experienced." Sam nodded, not quite meeting your eyes.

"Agreed," he said. Dean wound an arm around your waist, leaning down to murmur into your ear.

"Y/N, do me a favor." You looked up at him curiously.

"What's up?"

"Don't ever marry my little brother." Making a face, you shook your head.

"Don't worry," you assured him. "I won't."

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AU Dean Winchester | 15x13 Destiny’s Child 

[herstarburststories]

Mr & Mrs. Winchester

Kinktober day 7: Mommy Kink

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

@deanmonandnegansbitch asked: Omg, did I ask for AU Dean with Mommy kink in it? 😅👀👀👀 Like they are alone in his beautiful mansion and Dean returns from a hunt, needs to seek comfort from her while get an edge off

A/N: Part of this was written during a meeting (online!), so if it seems rushed it's because I was very overwhelmed. Anyway, I hope you guys like this! I know Dean did. ;)

Summary: Dean comes back from a hunt and needs some comfort from you.

Warnings: mommy kink, humping, and language

Tired has become more of a euphemism to him than anything, yet rest is the last thing on his mind when he makes it back to the mansion. He needs to file a report about the hunt and send it to Huntercorps, but he has to throw his favorite pair of Levis away first. They're stained with werewolf blood, and he forgot to bring another pair to the hunt.

The door that's twice his height closes behind him. The hunter sighs in exhaustion, but then you appear. You’re walking barefoot on the glossy hardwood floor that Samuel recommended polish for, bless him, and you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and a pageant smile. God, you look so beautiful and hot and his.

The hunt was hard, but the most excruciating part was being away from you.

“Someone looks tired.”

“Beyond that, my love.” Dean gives you a lazy smile and leans in to kiss your lips. “How was your day?”

“Good. Three of my patients made a lot of progress.” You grin at him. The concept of PTSD for hunters is still new, and John had implemented a project of therapy specialized for them. You had a degree in psychology before becoming a hunter, so you decided to give it a shot. “I'll get to the others eventually.”

Dean offers you a lopsided grin full of pride. “Of course you will. You’re the best psychologist in Kansas.”

“And you're the best hunter worldwide.” You wink at him, getting on your tiptoes to peck his lips again. God, long hunts are the worst for your enamored heart. “Come on, baby boy. Let's get to bed.”

“I can't. I need to — ”

“No, you don't,” you interrupt him. Dean's a workaholic. He'd end up spending the whole night writing the perfect assignment before crashing out of exhaustion, but not tonight. You haven’t touched, felt, or seen your husband in two weeks. Huntercorps can wait. “You need to rest. Come with me?”

How can Dean say no to you? Especially when you look at him with those wide, loving doe eyes, the sweetest grin on your lips and your messy hair piled in a bun. You could ask him to set the house on fire, and he'd light himself to start the blaze. 

Therefore, the Winchester allows you to take him to bed. Your hand clasps his wrist, pulling the man to your shared bedroom.

“Did I mention that you look gorgeous?” he asks suddenly, laying on the mattress with you by his side. Everything feels lighter like this, as if gravity was just a silly hoax that lovers defied. 

“Nah, but you almost drooled there, so I took the hint,” you tease him with a smirk, finding amusement from Dean's blushing cheeks. Two years married and he still manages to pull off the same boyish charm you fell hard for. How were you supposed to overcome the high school crush effect when Dean looked like that? You glance down at his legs and scrunch up your nose. The green-eyed hunter probably isn’t very happy about his pants. “Awe, these were your favorite.”

He huffs. “That werewolf didn't care about it.”

“Come here.” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling Dean closer. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the perfume he’d gifted you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” Dean says under his breath before you push your pelvis against his. “Mhm… Y/N...”

“What did you say, baby boy?”

He's quick to correct himself, the pink on his cheeks increasing furiously. “Mommy.”

“That’s better. What do you want, Dean?” You run your fingers through his hair, quietly appreciating the whine that leaves Dean's slightly open lips as you move your clothed pussy against his semi-erect cock. You know he needs to ease up. That hunt took a lot on him. The bags under his eyes and flattened smiles are evidence of that. “What do you want?”

“I need to cum. Make me cum, mommy. Please.” He kisses your neck and tries to chase your hips with his, searching for more friction. His cock is quickly growing in his pants. Two weeks, he went two whole weeks without you, your touch, your care.

He’s touch-starved for your pussy.

“You're such a good sub, Dean. Of course, I'll let you come,” you tell him, but you aren't having this tonight. You want him to come like this, rubbing against you like an animal. You want him to experience your skin and how good he feels on your body before Dean actually fucks you like you both so desperately need. “But you need to do that in your clothes.”

He gasps, looking up at you. “B-but—”

“Dean, you were such a strong man. Come on, I know you can do it, honey. You went out of there and killed all the werewolf pack. You can do anything. I believe you.” Your praise flows freely, keenly aware of how much he loves this. Dean groans against your collarbone. “Humping me until you come. Can you do that for mommy?”

“Y-yes.” You move to lay on your back, and Dean hurries to put a leg around you, careful not to hurt you. His cock is fully awake now, pressing studiously to your waist through his ruined Levis.

It doesn't take a wasted second before Dean starts humping into your soft skin, The mere friction of his clothes against your heat covered by his old shirt are enough for now. He keeps thrusting as if this is your pussy, and he can feel the precum making a mess of his hardness and underwear.

“Good boy. You are doing so good, Dean. You look so handsome like that.” You bit your lower lip, fingertips finding a safe space on the back of Dean's mind, caressing there. It’s a lovely contrast to his rough thrusts. He's in despair for more touching; he needs you. “I can feel how hard you are for mommy, baby boy. I love you so much. Keep doing that.” He moans at this, not caring if he was loud or not. You love it when he's loud for you. Dean keeps fucking your pelvis, hard cock now on your stomach. He keeps rubbing against you while spreading kisses on each bare part of you that his lips are lucky enough to find. “You look so hot, baby.”

The hunter can't take it anymore. Dean gets on top of you, lifting your shirt between groans and moans. He humps your pussy restlessly, catching a glimpse of how wet you are for him.

It’s only for him. Dean kisses your forehead. It almost brings him a light-hearted feeling. There was some appropriateness of his rose-colored lenses burning red when both of you were like this because, yes, there's love, but there's also passion, need, and desire.

God, he just wants you.

Your attempts of keeping collected are thrown out of the window when Dean climbs on you. Your legs soon find their away around his waist, pulling him closer and moving your hips to gain relief. There is a bittersweet sensation of friction against your wet pussy, but that isn’t what it really craved: Dean's cock deep inside you. There was something about this delicious anticipation.

“C-can I come?” Dean asks amidst kissing your neck and dry humping. You nod, catching the corner of his lips.

“Of course you can come. Come for me, baby boy,” you say breathlessly. Dean pushes his lips to yours, tongues ultimately meeting in a passionate kiss that whispered everything your hips and words were saying before. He presses his hardness right onto your pussy, coming in his underwear. You can feel his cock twitching, eliciting a moan against his perfect lips as you find your liberation too. 

Dean falls by your side, breathing erratic, before pulling you into his arms.

“I love you.”

You giggle at his revelation. His breath tickles your ears. “I love you too.”

Dean didn't get up to finish any report for the rest of the night.

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Same 2/4 Different Hearts

By Jay-and-dean and Roonyxx

Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?

Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol, drunk Dean and a dash of violence.

Wordcount : 5k

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 3, it will be edited on @jay-and-dean​​ ‘s blog as soon as we can!

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

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Catch up on chapter 1: Same ¼ Same Eyes on @jay-and-dean​‘s blog!

Part 1 : Same eyes

Part 2 : Different hearts

Part 3 : Same names

Part 4 : Different souls

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          2. Different Hearts

While he was leaving, trying to remember how to breathe, his double self fell heavily on the woman he loved so much, panting in her ear, leaving a trail of light unfocused kisses in her neck.

“That was…” he said as she cupped his face to kiss his lips one last time.

This is it, it’s over now, she thought as she crushed her lips on his. She had to let him go.

“You’re…” she started, not really knowing what to say.

“You’re really something, Love” he said with a sweet smile on his sweaty face.

He gently withdrew and laid on his side next to her, after he got rid of the condom, his hand searched hers to stroke it.

“You too… You’re so sweet and…” she turned to see the exact same face of the man she loved just beside of her. “God” she sighed, rubbing her face. 

“I look like him” he stated, taking her by surprise. 

“Wh-what ?” she gasped, suddenly terribly ashamed. 

He turned on his side and rested his head on his arm, searching her face.

“I look like the man that holds your heart” he simply said.

She couldn’t move for a second, a pained frown on her features.

“I’m s-sorry” she stammered but he offered her the kindest smile.

“It’s okay” he assured her, clearing his throat. “I understand, I really do.”

But it suddenly didn’t seem right to her and a lump grew in her throat.

“No…” she sat on the bed, taking the sheets to hide, turning her back on him. “It’s really unfair to you.”

But she felt the mattress move and his arms wrapped around her body from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“I haven’t been totally honest to you either, Y/n…” she said seriously in her ear. “I lost you in my world. You… you are very much alike… Just worlds apart.” 

She felt her heart break and tears filled her eyes instantly. Was she a reflexion too ? At least her Dean was not lost…

“Me ?”

“You, Love” he whispered, putting a soft kiss on her neck. “I should have told you… I just,  miss her so much…. I’m sorry.”

“You were… together ?” she dared, gently putting her hand on his fingers resting on her collarbone.

“We were amazing” he murmured, and after a short silence, just holding her, he talked again : “You should talk to him.”

“No” she frowned. “And you won’t either.”

“Y/n…”

“Promise me” she ordered.

“Fine” he sighed. “I won’t say a word. But you really should make a move, Love, believe me.”

“I already know he doesn’t like me like that, Dean…”

“How can you be sure of that ?” he genuinely asked. “I mean I’m literally him and…”

“No, my Dean is different” she cut him.

She could never be with him, he wasn’t some copy or anything. He was Dean, the real one, the one even God admired, the one that went through Hell and everything. She shook her head, feeling like a monster for thinking like this, the man holding her deserved better than being treated as a “copy”.

“He…” she spoke again to try and make her words a little softer. “He had a real relationship once, it’s just not for him.”

“That’s what people said about me before my Y/n” he stated.

“I’m so sorry you lost her” her voice was full of tears. 

“And I’m really sorry you can’t be with him” he murmured.

Something fell on them, like a veil of tenderness, both sincerely knowing how much the other was broken, feeling their radiating love for… almost each other.

But suddenly, a sharp pain hit Y/n’s heart : Out of her selfishness, she had slept with a stranger, at home, even the guys didn’t do that. She had “spied” on her best friend’s body… How would she react if him or Sam or anyone else among her close friends had found a copy of her and undressed her ?…

The man she loved the most in the world, to whom she dedicated her life, that she defended like a lioness because everybody always took on him… She finally betrayed his trust too. And a new kind of self hate was growing inside her.

But above all of that, she had used a man she didn’t know without thinking twice of what it could mean to him. And now that he was gently shaking with emotions, holding her so kindly, probably holding back a steam of tears, her own heart exploded with guilt.

“I’m so selfish” she let out in a poorly held back sob.

“I wanted it too” he tried, stroking her arms.

“I’m just reopening scars.”

“They were never healed, Y/n” he assured her. “Listen, our story stopped so brutally, her life…” she heard him swallow hard.

“You deserve better” she whispered and a tear fell on her shoulder, making her turn to see him.

He wiped his face and smiled.

“Yeah… she always said that.” 

“I’m sorry” she whined, turning her whole body to cup his face, forgetting the sheets that were supposed to hide her. “I wish I could do something…”

“You can” he stated low, looking away.

She frowned, a little confused but she would have done anything to make her mistakes right. Anything. So she nodded without even knowing what he was going to ask.

“I never had time to say goodbye… To get my closure. I know it’s a lot to ask…”

“Yes” she cut him. “I will be her.”

He shut his eyes hard, like he was in pain and she let go of his face, taking a deep breath to brace herself.

“I’m so sorry, Love” he let out in a sob and the last pieces of her heart shattered. “I wasn’t fast enough and I really should have seen that demon… I…” 

She gently took his hand, trying to handle his wet eyes on her, now she noticed he was just has damaged as her Dean, his Hell had just been different.

“I still…” he continued, now cupping her face. “I still smell your perfume before I go to bed… I did… before the world… I lost that too now. A-and I know you always told me I was the bravest but” heavy tears were soaking his face. “Now that you’re gone I don’t feel brave at all.”

“You are” Y/n assured him. “You’re brave and you’re not alone. You have Sam. Dean, never forget that you’re the best team together.”

“Yet I feel so lonely… I still sneak out to our bar alone to drink cheap whiskey and dance on those crackling country songs. Except no one dances with me…” 

“I’m sure we’ll meet again in Heaven” Y/n said, barely handling his pain. 

“I don’t doubt that” he smiled though the tears.

“I love you” Dean said.

She felt her own tears fall on her breasts. She would never hear that again for sure, but now she knew how it felt… 

“I love you, Dean” she answered. 

He put his forehead on hers, leaning closer to put a kiss on her lips and whispered a strangled “Goodbye, Love”. 

Then he got up and started picking up his clothes, silently covering himself as she stayed kneeled on the bed, tears rolling along the curves of her face and breasts.

“I’m sorry” he said as he put his hand on the handle. “Thank you… Goodnight Y/n.” 

After he left, she stayed a while on her knees, holding her face in her hands, crushed by her guilt and by her pain for her one night lover. She only fell asleep in the middle of the night, trying to calm her sobs with the idea that, at least, her Dean was safe in his bed.

She was wrong. 

- Next day -

Y/n entered the kitchen, going straight to the coffee. She softly smiled towards the two Sams who were discussing something about latin verbs.

Her Sam could see the smile was not convincing. He was right not to believe her expression, she felt… awful. She regretted her night with the softer version of Dean, what if the real Dean found out ? It was his body and she saw every inch of it… She knew what he looked like underneath those clothes, even without his consent. 

She had cried all night after she returned to her room. Not only because of the feeling that she used the gentleman but also for abusing her Dean’s privacy.  

Another set of footsteps arrived in the kitchen, Y/n looked to see who it was, hoping to see the man she missed. It was her one night lover, his eyes matching her own, red and puffy. 

He looked at her with a kind smile but he wore it heavy on his face.

“Hey” her voice was soft. 

He cleared his throat before he answered her.

“Hey.”

She put her hand on his arm and gave him a reassuring squeeze, a small gesture that meant a lot. It meant “I’m sorry” and “I know”, it meant “I’m here”. 

She looked around, hoping to see the man she loved in the corner of the room, or getting out of the kitchen with coffee… But he wasn’t, and, like every time she felt bad, she knew only one thing would eventually make her better : his smile. So she turned to Sammy.

“Have you seen our Dean ?” she asked. 

“He isn’t with you ?” Sam said.

Y/n shook her head. 

“Maybe he is in his room.” Sam reasoned with her.

“I’ll go bring him some coffee.” Y/n took a second mug, filled it with coffee and made her way too his room. She just needed to see her Dean so bad.

Softly tapping her knuckles against his door she waited for an answer, but was met with only silence.

“Dean? I have coffee.” He wasn’t aswnersing.

“I’m coming in Dean, I hope you’re dressed.” Y/n slowly opened his door to find it empty, the bed still perfectly made. Where could he be? She walked to the garage to see if Baby was there. Finding her usual spot empty made her stomach churn in worry. 

Pulling out her phone she looked for his contact and pressed his icon photo. Straight to voicemail, shit. She hurried back to the kitchen and looked at her Sam.

“Sam, he is not here, the Impala is gone. I called him but his phone goes straight to voicemail.”

Sam retrieved his phone from his pocket, calling his brother.

“Dean ?” Sammy frowned when dean’s voice echoed on the other side. “Where are you man !  What ? I can’t understand you. Seriously Dean, don’t you think you could have chosen a better day to drink the entire red corner ?” 

That’s all Y/n needed to hear, Dean was at The Red Corner, she knew exactly where it was. She ran to the garage, taking one of the keys from one of the fastest cars in the garage. 

She drove -way over the speed limit-  straight to him. Why did he answer Sam’s call but not hers ? Something was wrong.

She spotted the impala in front of the bar. She parked next to the beloved car and looked inside the joint, it looked way too dark inside to be open. Getting out of her car she looked around, he couldn’t be far.  

Walking to the other side of the impala she found him sitting on the ground, his back against the side of the car.

“Dean!” She went down on her knees to check him over, the stench of beer and whiskey knocking the breath out of her.

“Heya sweetheart.” His words were slurred.

“God Dean how much did you drink ?” She said as she looked him over.

“Not enough to get the noises out of my head.” He huffed.

She tried to get him up. Tugging at his arm. He was a dead weight she couldn’t lift, making no effort at all to help her. And while she thought his body was the one thing impossible to carry, he knew it was his heart.

“What are you talking about?” she sighed. 

Dean suddenly looked up at her and opened his mouth to let out a small moan that on any other occasion would make Y/n clench her thighs, but he became louder and started making more obscene sex noises. Just like that, on the parking lot. Sitting on his butt, playing out loud what was torturing him. 

“UHG fuck yes Dean ! Y/n you feel so good uughh…” he imitated her, and it felt like a slap to her. “Those noises, Sweetheart” 

Y/n let go of him, frozen. 

“Y-you h-heard ?” she bit her lips not hold back the tears.

Dean pulled himself up as best as he could to get at eye level with her.

“The whole bunker heard you, Sweetheart.” His words were really slurred, he has never been this drunk before. 

He tried to put his hand on Baby’s door, to keep balance, but his palm missed the target and he fell heavily on his knees, his head hitting his beloved car’s side. 

“S-shit…” he mumbled, not really feeling the metal hurt his head. 

“God, Dean” Y/n held back her tears, she had never seen him like that.

She squatted to check his forehead but he clumsily pushed her, his eyes half closed. She sighed, swallowing her pain, focusing on her goal, bring him home, safe and sound. She noticed his palms were scratched and guessed he must have fell before… That was probably why she had found him on the floor. 

“I can w-walk” he groaned, trying to get up again, and she had to use her whole body to prevent him from falling again.

Trying to ignore the shame she opened the passenger door of the impala for him.

“Get in D., you’re really drunk.”

“You call him that too ?”

Y/n bit her tongue to stay silent, he was drunk and disgusted that she invaded his privacy. His behaviour was justified and he deserved to be angry.

He turned and put his hand on the roof to make his way into his Baby, but he stopped and looked at her.

“You’re driving her ?” he grunted. 

“Well, you are certainly not, unless you want me to leave her here ?” 

With a groan he got in the car, she closed his door and stepped slowly to the other side, watching him through the windshield, Dean was always impressive, but right now, he was almost scary ; she knew he would never hurt her, of course… Maybe it was his despair, maybe he just seemed taller. Getting in behind the wheel, she took a deep breath.

As Y/n reached for the wheel Dean stopped her.

“Did you take a shower ?”

“What ?” Y/n frowned.

“Did you shower after you fucked Romeo? I don’t want him all over my car.”

Y/n bit her tongue and ignored his harsh words as she could, turned the ignition and drove out of the parking spot with her heart filled with guilt pounding violently in her ears.

“Jezus Dean you smell like a frat party, why did you drink so much?” Y/n said once she was on the road. 

She could see him shrug in the corner of her eye.

“You could have hurt yourself badly.” she stated sadly.

“Who cares.” He huffed.

“I care, Dean.”

“You’re confusing me with the other dude.” He scoffed as he turned to stare out the window.

Y/n let out a big sigh, trying her very best to keep the tears at bay. 

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“For what ? Fucking a guy who looks exactly like me ?” He wasn’t even looking at her.

Once again Y/n didn’t know what to say, he had every right to be angry. She had used his body, right ? She had seen him, touched him and… It wasn’t even him. She rubbed her face, this was so confusing. She knew this was a very bad idea but… Dean’s reaction let her confused. 

She could have taken the yelling and the frowns, the grunting, and she would even have accepted any kind of distancing. But why was he so hurt ?

Her brain could turn it in every possible ways in her head, she could never guess. 

She couldn’t know that Dean was torturing himself that bad. That he was stabbing himself in the guts with sounds and images. She couldn’t even get close to understanding his pain, the burning of the thousand questions hitting the inside of his skull at light speed. Did she came more than once ? Did she used protection ? Did she blow him ? Bite him ? Tied him ? Did he look in her sweet eyes when he came ? …

She couldn’t know, because she had no idea of the feeling torturing him right now : Jealousy.

Dean turned to her and could see the hickey on her neck. Did he have to do that? Claim her like that, she is not his. 

“Are you guys like a thing now ?” He asked, his eyes not leaving her neck.

“We are not.” She snapped back.

“He marked you up pretty good for not being a thing.”

Her hand covered her neck instantly and her heart became even heavier with shame.

“We’re not.” 

“Do you wanna be ?” He asked, his drunk brain turning jealousy into self-hate. This other version of him was better in every ways, rich, polite, even happier… And Dean always thought almost anybody would be better for Y/n, but now, he knew that if she wanted him, even then, he wouldn’t be the best him for her… He got nauseous.

His question took her completely by surprise. Did she ? Of course not, he wasn’t her Dean.

“No.”

Dean looked at her, opening his mouth to say something but closing it again. 

“What Dean.” She knew something was on his mind. He was turned away from her, slumped in the car seat, his hand fumbling with the built in ashtray in the car door.

“Why did you have sex with him ?” he grunted. 

She averted her eyes from the road to look at him, his eyes held such… disgust ?

“Dean I-” Dean cut her off before she could answer his question.

“You did use protection right ?” he snapped.

Her hands tightened hard on the steering wheel, almost feeling sorry for hurting Baby like that. He was hurt but did he have to lecture her like that ? And talking about it was becoming humiliating…

“That’s really none of your business.”

Silence fell over the two hunters, her mind was going every possible way. He probably thinks I’m disgusting, he can barely look at me. 

Dean couldn’t get rid of the images in his head, and a thousand questions were still burning his heart : Did he go down on her ? Was he wearing a condom ? Did she wrap her legs around him, like he always dreamed she would with him ?…

And the detailed images were like gasoline on the fire of his rage, the closer to the bunker they got, the bigger the blaze became.

Once she entered the bunker Y/n parked the car in her usual spot in the garage. She turned off the ignition, got out and went to Dean’s side to help him out.

“Leave me, I’ve got it.” he stated.

Y/n took a step back as she looked at him stumble. He didn’t want her to touch him.

“I’ll go get Sam.”

“No ! I’ve got it !” Dean made laboriously his way up the stairs to the hall with Y/n close behind him. 

When they reached the top of the stairs, Y/n caught Dean who was leaning a bit too much to the side for her comfort.  

“Are you guys okay ?” Other Dean appeared in the hall.

It all happened so fast, Dean had his other world version pinned against the wall, punching him square in the face. 

“DEAN!” Y/n yelled as she ran after him, he was fast for being barely able to walk mere seconds ago. 

Other Dean was bleeding from the bridge of his nose and eyebrow, he punched her Dean back in an attempt to get the upper hand. But this fight was without a winner.

“WHY HER ! Couldn’t you have put you dick somewhere else !” Dean yelled as he kept his other version against the wall.

He pulled his arm back to finish the fight but Y/n was right behind them, ready to pull them apart. She noticed it too late when Dean’s elbow hit her straight on the nose. She fell back against the wall violently, hitting her head, her vision when black for a second as a sharp pain shook her.

“Y/n!” Both Deans said in unison. Her hands were on her nose which was bleeding heavily. 

Dean let go of his fancy version to crowd down to Y/N, falling on his knees faster than he should have, his eyes still barely focused.

“Y/n I- I’m sorry. Let me see” His clumsy hands went up to take her hands off her face, his whiskey smell heavy around her, but Y/n flinches away from him. 

Other Dean appeared slowly on her side, with a kind smile and a reassuring expression.

“Can I just look ? I won’t touch it” he said, searching for her face. 

 She turned her head towards him slightly, letting her hands down to show him the damage.

Dean stood up and backed away, he scared her, hurt her. As much as it pains him to see him with her, he was the better choice. He was better for her… Dean walked away from the scene, Y/n wasn’t his… He already knew it, he just lost her for real.

“Look up for me, Love.” Her one night lover said. 

“It’s nothing.” Y/n stood up, wiping her nose with her sleeve to find it red. 

“I’ll just put a tampon or something in it, I’ve had worse.” She gave him half a smile.

“You sure ?” His soft green eyes dove into hers.

“Yes Dean, you have some patching up to do yourself.” Y/n pointed towards his nose bridge and split eyebrow. 

Dean tugged at his now red stained white shirt

“Yeah you’re right.” He gave her a soft nod and walked to his room. 

Y/n went to her room, locking herself inside as she let her tears stream freely, she made her way to the sink to clean her face and put some tissues up her nose. This was all her fault, Dean was disgusted that she invaded his privacy and went completely crazy on the other Dean. It wasn’t even his fault. She asked him to kiss her… 

While Y/n took care of her nose in her room, Dean was in the shower, hoping it would help to stop the room from spinning. Rinsing his open knuckles under the water spray, he looked at the blood dripping from the cuts, it stung.  

Good You deserve that, you fucking hurt her. He had lost her trust, he thought hearing the love of his life having sex with a guy who was practically the better version of himself hurt the most, he was wrong. The way she flinched away from him, that was way worse than anything else. She was scared of him.

Getting out of the shower he dried himself off and went in his room, hoping he could beat this hangover with a couple hours of sleep.

When the other Dean came to Sam to ask for another shirt he was on instant alert by the blood. After a few explanations from that weird version of his brother, Sam decided he had to check on Y/n. 

He knocked softly on the door of her room.

“Y/n ?”

Y/n was curled up on her bed.

“Leave me alone.” 

Sam tried her door but it was locked. Hoping he would accept it and not try to pick her lock, she waited for him to leave. She really did not want to see him right now. She took advantage of the look alike of her best friend, she invaded his privacy and in the process she hurt everybody. She knew her Dean probably hated her, she couldn’t stand the feeling of Dean hating her, he was everything to her. 

Hugging her pillow she cried herself to sleep that night.

- Next day -

When Dean woke up covered in sweat, he could feel his head pounding. For a quick second, he sighed in relief, nightmares… Just nightmares. But the last evening came back in one single big piece, like an anvil falling on his chest, and nausea made him lay on his side, big breaths leaving him. 

After some time, minutes or more, he sat up with a grunt.

“Fuck.” Putting on some clothes he went to the kitchen for some much needed coffee and some painkillers.  When he walked in, he saw his brother was already there. 

Sam lift his head, his hazel eyes were a dark grey today, and his look heavy.

“Don’t give me that look” Dean said as he took a mug and some meds for his head.

“Why did you have to hit him Dean ?” Sam asked his brother.

Dean turned, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“I don’t know man, I was drunk a-and-”

“Jealous.” Sam said. 

Dean just shook his head, sitting down at the table, ignoring the screams in his head. He was determined to eat something, knowing he would need energy to face that day.

“I screwed it up Sammy. I hurt her and now she is scared of me, I-I lost her.” 

Dean was really not hungry, his guilt was eating him alive.

“You didn’t lose her Dean, she knows you didn’t mean to actually hit her” Sam assured his brother.

“You didn’t see her, she flinched away from me because I hurt her, Sam.” Dean shoved his plate aside, not hungry for his bacon and eggs.

“Have you maybe thought about how this other Dean feels about it ?” Sam asked his brother cautiously.  

“What do you mean ?” 

“This Dean, he had his own Y/n back in his world they were engaged, he lost her.” Sam said with a heavy heart, remembering the words of his fancy double. 

Dean frowned, is this why he was so interested in her ? Did he just want to be with her again ? He lost his Y/n in the other world so now he will steal this Y/n ? Does Y/n even know that she is a hard copy of his dead girlfriend ? What if she wasn’t ? What if she was ? He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like to lose her… 

Someone cleared his throat and both boys looked at the origin of the sound. Alternate universe Dean stood in the doorframe of the kitchen, wearing a black eye and a tired smile.

“Can I come in or are you gonna hit me again?” he said.

“I lost it, sorry” Dean grunted through his teeth, the images of them two still torturing his heart.

His other version made his way to sit at the kitchen table in a sigh, next to Sam.

“It’s okay” Dean lied. “I didn’t know she meant so much for you, I have no right to come in between that.”

Dean stared long at his fancier self, he had to know more…

“I heard about your Y/n… I’m sorry for what happened to her.” Dean gave him a sad smile.

“Seems like news travel fast here… “ His eyes became wet at just the thought of his lost love.

An awkward silence fell among them. 

Dean could see his other version was plagued by memories of his past, he recognized the feeling. His stomach was still wringed by jealousy, by guilt, nausea still making him sweat, and it was not just the hangover. This man touched the woman he loved, had the woman he loved, he had been inside of her… But now he also knew that he had lost her, he had to see Y/n die, to bury her.

The other him rose from his chair, interrupting the trail of his thoughts. And as he was leaving in silence, he briefly stopped with his back turned to the original brothers. 

“Dean ?” He said, still not turning around.

“Yeah ?” Dean answered a little unsure.

“Talk to her, believe me, you do not want to lose her.” His voice cracked, tears not far behind. 

Dean opened his mouth to say something but he didn’t even get the chance. His doppelganger had turned and had a tight grip on Dean’s shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes. 

“Once you have her, never let her go, n-never” tears were threatening to fall from his eyes, but, his jaw trembling, he held them back. 

He always promised her to be brave, even after she died.

“I think I already lost her… better anyway, I’m not good enough for her” Dean said as he avoided the eye contact.

The other Dean put both his hands on Dean’s shoulders now and shook him lightly.

“I thought exactly the same with my Y/n, do not let our own self wallowing bullshit ruin from being with her ! DON’T push her away, you need her and you know it ! So grow some fucking balls and talk to her !” With that he let Dean go.

Dean pushed the hands holding his shoulders off in a sharp move, getting up. The man looking like him had a point, Y/n deserved better, the least he could do was apologize to her.

“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll go find her.” Dean stood up and made his way to her room. 

Images of her bloody nose flashed across his eyes, his footsteps to her room feeling heavier than ever before. He was playing the words he just heard in his head : Having her ? He never really thought he could really be with her, even if he wanted it more than anything. But now, knowing some other version of him had been engaged to her… not just with her : engaged. 

He was confused, guilt still pounding in his head, jealousy still digging big cuts in his guts and this stupid hangover…

What was he going to tell her anyway ? Start with sorry, he thought. 

Just… start with sorry.

Dean knocked softly on her door. 

“Y/n ? Can we talk ?” His question went unanswered. “…Y/n ? Please, I know you’re probably angry with me but I just wanna talk.” 

He was only met with silence and it worried him. Slowly, he pushed open her door to find her room empty. 

With a frown, he closed the door and went to the garage to see if a car was missing. They were all still here so she hasn’t left the bunker.

Dean started checking every room in the bunker : Sam’s room, library, war room, kitchen, bath room…

Panic had made him forget but, of course, he knew where she was the moment he saw the door of his beloved Dean Cave. She loved it as much as he did, and called it her ‘little paradise of peace’.

He moved closer and stood in the door frame as he could see her, sitting on the couch, feet nicely tucked under her body, sipping from a cup of coffee.

He tapped his knuckles softly on the frame of the door.

“Can I come in ?”

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