#jensen ackles oneshot

[kamisobsessed]

Need recommendations for Dean or Jensen x reader age gap fics/imagines/one shots pleaseeeeee

[lacydollette]

ROUGH SEX WITH YOUR CO-STAR ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: actor!jensen x actress!reader

warnings: jensen ackles x fem!reader, actor!jensen, actress!reader, age gap, 18+, mdni, dom!jensen, sub!reader, oral (male receiving), forced blow job, hair pulling, choking, p in v (unprotected), praise kink, jensen being freaky asf, wc: 3.8k

The sound of laughter and music filled the bar as you and cast of The Boys gathered around the table, enjoying a rare evening off after a whirlwind of interviews, conventions, and press events promoting the new season. You sat near the edge of the group, a glass of wine in your hand as you watched the scene unfold. You’d been on the road with them for two weeks now, traveling from state to state to promote the show, and despite the exhausting schedule, nights like this made it all worth it.

Especially with your costar Jensen sitting just across the table, his smile lighting up the room, making everyone around him feel at ease. And despite your usual calm aura, he could tell you were taking it all in, probably still adjusting to the chaotic rhythm of show business.

You had joined the cast as the newest love interest for Soldier Boy, Jensen's character, and while you’d been nervous about working with such an established actor— he quickly made you feel comfortable. He was kind, funny, and despite being almost fifteen years older than you, he never treated you like the "new girl."

When you’d first started working together, Jensen was like a mentor to you but soon enough,m he found himself noticing more than just your talent. While you also found yourself noticing things about him—like the way he smiled at you when you two ran lines together or how his hand would linger just a little longer on your arm when you wrapped a scene.

And then, of course, there was the fact that you found him undeniably attractive. Everyone knew Jensen was good-looking, but up close? It was something else entirely. You’d kept it professional, though. He'd just come off a divorce, and the last thing you wanted was to complicate things for him or yourself. Still, there was no denying the chemistry between you two, both on-screen and off. And Jensen wasn't oblivious to the tension that had developed between you over the last few weeks either..

"Hey, y/n," Jensen called from across the table, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was leaning forward, his voice cutting through the laughters around you. "You've been quiet tonight. Everything okay?" You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, just still getting used to it." Jensen grinned, his eyes glistening in the dim light. "You sure? We've got drinks, great company. Seems like a perfect night to me."

You chuckled, sipping your wine to hide the fact that your heart had started beating just a little faster. He'd been like this all night—talkative, laughing easily, and more physical than usual. His hand had brushed your arm more than once when you talked, and every time, your skin began to burn—in a good way.

As the night wore on, the group started to thin out. Some of the cast heading back to the hotel, but you, Jensen, and a few others stuck around, ordering another round of drinks. The bar was cozier now, quieter, and the low lighting gave it an intimate atmosphere.

So Jensen found himself talking to you more closely, the casual distance between you shrinking without you even realizing it. "So, how are you feeling about everything?" He asked, his voice low as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. "The show, all this traveling. It's a lot, huh?"

"Yeah," you admitted, meeting his gaze. "It's been amazing, though. A little surreal, honestly. Sometimes I still can't believe I'm here, working with you guys."

"Well, you're killing it," Jensen said, his eyes locking onto yours. "I mean it, y/n. You've been great this season." Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down, trying to compose yourself. "Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you."

"Don't downplay it. You're talented as hell. And...you're fun to work with. Really fun," he added, letting his words hang in the air. He hadn't meant for them to sound as loaded as they did, but now that he'd said it, he found himself holding your gaze a little longer, wondering if you’d caught the shift in his tone.

Your heart raced as you glanced up at him, trying to read his expression. Was he just being friendly? Or was there something more behind his words? "I—" you started, but the words caught in your throat. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say, or even if you should say anything at all. But it was hard to ignore the way he was looking at you, the warmth in his eyes, the subtle way his knee brushed against yours under the table.

"You know," he said, his tone lighter now, though his eyes never left yours, "I think we've spent more time together on this road trip than we did shooting the season." You laughed softly, grateful for the slight change in topic. "Yeah, but the road trip's been fun. It's nice getting to see different places, meet fans, and, you know, bond with the cast." Jensen's grin widened. "Bond, huh? Is that what we're calling it?" You laughed, clearly trying to brush off the tension. "What else would you call it?"

"Something else entirely," he said, his voice low, a hint of challenge that sent a shiver through you. Before you could respond though, Karl called over from the bar, breaking the moment. Jensen leaned back, laughing at something the others were saying, but his hand lingered on your lower arm, his thumb tracing a small, almost absent-minded circle against your skin. It was such a subtle gesture, but it sent a thrill through you.

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on here than just casual flirting. There was tension between the two of you, a pull you couldn't ignore, and you were certain he felt it too. But as much as you wanted to explore whatever this was, you knew you had to be careful. Still, you couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered every time he looked at you. For now, you’d play it cool. But something told you that whatever was happening between you wasn't going away anytime soon.

Eventually, even the most fun nights had to end. The bar's lights dimmed and everyone decided it was time to call it a night. You all made your way back to the hotel, the cool night air helping to clear your mind, which had been buzzing with thoughts of Jensen all night. When you finally reached your room, you kicked off your shoes and put on your silk pyjamas before flopping onto the bed with a long sigh. The events of the night played in your head—Jensen's teasing remarks, the way he'd stayed close to you, how his touch lingered just a bit too long. There was definitely something there, you could feel it.

But as your thoughts swirled, you suddenly realized something. Your phone. Where was your phone? You shot up, mentally retracing your steps. Then it hit you—you’d given it to Jensen earlier in the night to hold onto because you hadn't brought a purse with you. "Dammit," you muttered, cursing yourself for forgetting. Now you’d have to go to his room and get it back. You groaned inwardly, knowing it would feel awkward after the way you’d been acting all night. But there was no way you could go to bed without your phone.

Reluctantly, you got up, slipped your shoes back on, and headed out of your room. You walked down the hallway, heart thumping a little faster than it should have. You told yourself it was just because you didn't want to bother him this late, but you knew the truth.

It was Jensen.

And the way he made you feel, had you on edge.

When you reached his door, you took a deep breath and knocked. No response. You frowned and knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing. You were just about to turn and head back to your room when the door swung open. And there stood Jensen, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, his hair wet and dripping from the shower. He looked at you with those piercing eyes, a playful smirk on his lips, completely unfazed by the fact that he was half-naked in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat. God, he looked unbelievably sexy. His broad chest was still glistening with water, and your eyes instinctively trailed down over his abs to the towel hanging low on his hips. You were completely overwhelmed, mind scrambling to find words, but all you could do was stand there, staring like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Uh... I—" you stammered, trying to get rid of any filthy thoughts that were coming to you. "I need my phone... I think you have it? I gave it to you earlier at the bar." Jensen raised an eyebrow, amused by the way your cheeks flushed as he smirked. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that," he said, his voice playful. "Come on in. I think I put it on the nightstand."

You hesitated for a split second, heart hammering in your chest, but you forced yourself to move, stepping inside. The room was dimly lit, cozy, and the scent of his sweet body wash hung in the air. You tried not to focus on how close he was standing to you as you made your way to the nightstand where your phone sat.

As you reached for it, you could feel his eyes on you, the tension between you almost palpable. You picked up the phone, your hand trembling slightly, and turned to face him. He was leaning casually against the wall now, arms crossed, still wearing nothing but that damn towel. His demeanor was teasing, but there was something else in his gaze too—something that made your pulse race even faster.

"You know," Jensen said, his voice low and smooth, "you could've just called for it. Oh wait," he added with a smirk, "you didn't have your phone." You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. "Yeah, a little hard to call without it," you replied, attempting to sound nonchalant but clearly nervous.

Jensen chuckled softly, pushing off the wall and walking toward you, stopping just a few feet away. He looked down at you with that same playful glint in his eyes, the air between you thick with something unspoken. "You sure that's all you came for?" he asked, his voice dropping lower. He saw the hesitation in your eyes, the flicker of doubt, but also curiosity, maybe even a hint of longing.

Your breath hitched. You could feel the tension between you two, the way his gaze held yours, and for a brief second, you wondered what would happen if you just... leaned in. But then reality came crashing back. Jensen had just gone through a divorce. He was vulnerable, and you didn't want to complicate things, not like this. Not now.

You forced yourself to smile, though your heart was still racing. "Yeah," you said, holding up your phone as if to prove your point. "Just needed this." Jensen's eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he stepped back a little, his smirk softening. "Well, you've got it now."

"Thanks," you said quickly, eyes dropping down to the floor as you couldn't bare to look into his piercing green eyes, yet the pull too was strong, so that you raised your head again just seconds later. His eyes flickered with something unreadable as he watched you standing there, still holding onto your phone like a lifeline. The playful smirk never leaving his face, his voice low and laced with a teasing challenge.

"Yet you're still here."

The words hung in the air between you, thick with tension. You froze, the grip on your phone tightening. Were you imagining things? Misreading him? The way he had been so flirtatious all night, the casual touches, the lingering glances-it couldn't be nothing, could it?

Your mind was spinning, trying to make sense of the situation. You weren’t sure if you were overthinking or if you were too tipsy to trust your own judgment. But the way he looked at you now, like he was daring you to stay, made your pulse race.

He must have noticed the hesitation in your eyes because his expression shifted. He moved toward you, closing the distance, his hand finding your waist with an almost deliberate slowness. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, and before you could process what was happening, he pulled you just a bit closer.

It was a bold move, one that made your heart skip a beat. You were taken aback, breath hitching in your chest as you looked up at him. His face was inches from yours now, and the tension was so thick it was hard to breathe. For a moment, your mind raced with mixed emotions. You knew this could complicate everything. And yet, the pull between you was undeniable.

Jensen's thumb gently brushed your side, his touch grounding you as the intensity of the moment swirled around you. His green eyes bore into yours, and for a split second, you were unsure of what to do. But then, in the next heartbeat, your hesitation melted away. Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a rush of heat and urgency.

The second your mouths touched, it was like a dam had broken. The tension that had been simmering between you all night finally erupted into something raw and electric. Jensen responded immediately, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you fully against him, eager to finally feel you, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

Your mind blurred with a heady mix of desire and disbelief, your hands instinctively finding their way to his bare chest, your fingers grazing his muscles still damp from the shower. You could taste the faint bitterness of alcohol on his lips, and the fact that you were both a little tipsy only seemed to add to the intensity of the moment.

His hands roamed up your sides, one slipping into your hair as the kiss deepened, his body pressing you gently but firmly against the edge of the bed. Your heart raced, pulse pounding in your ears as you softly plunged onto the soft mattress.

You unconsciously bit onto your lower lip as you looked up at him, unholy images replaying in your mind as your gaze fell onto his happy trail, wanting nothing more than to rip that damn towel off of him. Jensen noticed how your eyes stuck to his body just a little too long, eliciting a chuckle out of him, "Go ahead, no need to be all shy now."

For a second, a small ounce of doubt crept into your mind—this was risky, so risky. You two were co-stars, and if anyone found out, it could lead to complications neither of you were ready for. But as Jensen's hand reached down to your chin, grabbing it with his big palm, that doubt vanished, replaced by desire.

You couldn't bare the need for him any longer, immediately getting to work by dropping onto your knees, the anticipation almost killing you as Jensen teasingly began to remove the towel from his hips. His eyes never left yours as he pulled down the white cloth, revealing his already hard cock. The sight of him, made your breath catch in your throat, gulping as you saw how big he actually was.

You came face to face with his length, looking up at him through hooded eyes, "Come on, show me what that pretty mouth can do." He groaned, immediately sending tingles to your core, desperately pressing your thighs together. With easy hands you held him in your soft palms, running your thumb over his tip and spreading the already leaking precum over it.

Pressing your lips together you gathered all your courage and inched closer, sticking out your tongue and licking a stripe all the way from his base to the tip. You repeated this action a few more times, then fully taking him in your mouth as far as you could go.

"Holy fuck, baby." Jensen growled, his head thrown back in pleasure as he couldn't believe how good your wet and warm mouth felt around him, only having imagined it before. You began to swirl your tongue around his cock, jerking off what you couldn't get in your mouth, as he reached to grab a fist full of your hair, yanking you back a little so he could grab at your neck with his other hand.

"You wanna be a good girl for me, right?" He mumbled in between grunts, admiring your plump lips that were so desperately trying to get back to sucking him off. You nodded hastily, this man could literally do anything to you and you’d thank him after.

"Good then, open up wide, baby."

He instantly took advantage of your parted lips and plunged himself down your throat in a swift motion, your eyes widening as you had to gag at the force. "Shhh, relax." Jensen cooed, his voice now softer as he gave you some time to get used to your mouth being full of him.

Once you gave him a small nod he began rolling his hips slowly into your mouth, your hands grabbing at his thighs to steady yourself. It was a weird feeling to have him down your throat so deep but as he continued his movements you began to like it, wanting him to go even harder.

You jerked your face closer to his abdomen, earning a deep and breathless chuckle from him. Realizing how eager you were lapping at his dick he picked up his pace, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again, driving you crazy.

The built up of saliva and precum that was dripping from the corner of your lips, helped Jensen even more to slide his cock in and out of your warm mouth. His grunts became louder and his hands were gripping the back of your head as he fucked your throat, your moans sending vibrations throughout his body, and he knew that if he continued he wouldn't last any longer.

But cuming just in your mouth tonight wouldn't satisfy him, he needed more. Pulling you off him by your hair you shot him a confused look, scared that he might've changed his mind and didn't want any of this, that it was just the alcohol on which behalf he was acting out, but his words quickly made all your doubts vanish.

"Need to finish inside you, y/n." He said, before pulling you back onto your feet and yanking your small frame onto the silky sheets. Towering over you he ran his hands along the soft fabric of your pyjama shorts, pulling them down harshly as you freed yourself from the little top that was just barely covering your tits anyway.

By the way his eyes widened and the way he pulled some air in sharply, you could tell that he took notice of your dripping wet cunt, already leaking onto the sheets. "Jensen.." you whined, the urge to finally feel him inside taking over you.

"Patience, baby." He smirked up at you, eyes full of lust as he placed some teasing kisses onto the insides of your soft thighs, making you squirm in desperation. Jensen jerked his still glistening cock for a few times, his one hand stayed at your chest, playing with your tit, as he lined himself up with your entrance.

Looking up at you for approval, you nodded which gave him the sign to proceed, his tip brushing over your clit and through your slick folds to lube himself up, before pushing into your needy cunt fast. You gasped at the sudden fullness, his cock stretching out your walls so perfectly, making Jensen grunt as he burried himself completely inside you, as if you were made for him.

"Gosh, look how perfect your pretty cunt is sucking me in. Really needed me that bad, huh?" Your eyes scrunched together, feeling yourself get wetter from his words alone. You rapidly nodded, breathing out a soft "mhm..shit..yes" as he chuckled, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck.

He was quick to go back to his previous action, rolling his hips smoothly against yours as he picked up his pace, soon slamming into you at an ungodly speed. The almost pornografic noises that came out of your mouth made him chuckle, clearly knowing that there might be some complaints by the morning, but he didn't care.

He kept on pounding into your eager pussy, your legs wrapped around his hips by now, making him hit much deeper, if that was even humanly possible. "Fuck.. I'm gonna.." you cursed underneath your breath, feeling the familiar knot in your lower stomach screaming for release.

"Cum all over me, sweetheart." Jensen groaned into your ear, his hot breath making your skin prickle. His hand crept down, two of his digits rubbing circles at your clit, causing you to let out a loud, almost scream-like, moan as you released all over him, creaming his cock.

"Fucking shit.." he grunted, teeth pressing into his lower lip as he gave you a few more hard thrusts, pearls of sweat forming on his forehead as he chased his own high. Groaning out loud you felt him twitch inside of you, cuming deep in your cunt, painting your slick walls white.

As both of you calmed down you still couldn't believe that this was actually real, even as Jensen pulled out of you and plopped onto the bed beside you. "Shit y/n, that shower was hella pointless..definitely not complaining though." He laughed, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he wrapped one of his big arms around your waist, pulling you close.

"Well, screams for a round two then." You replied, stroking his muscular chest. "You mean this or the shower?" He eyed you down, a smirk plastered on his face as he pointed in between you two. You just shrugged, yet the devilish smile plastered on your lips gave it away.

wow this was a wild ride, and i am actually kinda proud of this one !!

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated !!

tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @angelicjackles @nuemanfilms @hischrrypie @starkeysprincess @drewsarms @rubyvhs @deansenvy @supernatural-wolfie @sammyluvr @nxptvn @rafecameroninterlude @deansbite

[em-ontv]

—Real sweet, but I wish you were sober.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x hunter!fem!reader

Summary: One too many drinks led him to confess his feelings for you. You loved him, but you knew it was just words that he didn't mean, right?

Content: angst, unrequited love, drunk confession, alcohol/Dean getting drunk, English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes

Word count: 722

You helped Dean back to the motel room, his arm heavy around your shoulders as he stumbled, his steps uncertain. His head lolled to the side, eyes half-closed, but he muttered something about being "fine," even when he felt like a deadweight against you.

His breath was warm against your neck, laced with whiskey. For all the times you had watched him take down monsters without breaking a sweat, he seemed so vulnerable now, trusting you to get him safely to the bed.

You lowered him onto the bed, his hand catching yours, holding it a moment longer than necessary before he let go. His eyes found yours, softer than you had ever seen. You told yourself that it was just the alcohol that had him looking at you like that, like he saw something more than just a hunting partner.

"Y'know..." Dean mumbled, his words slurred and quiet, as if he was speaking to himself. "Sometimes... sometimes I think about things, you know?"

You sat beside him, keeping a slight distance, even though it nearly killed you to. "Yeah?"

His gaze settled on you, and even in his state, it felt almost too intense. "I think about how much easier this would be... if I had someone," he muttered, as though this was something he'd been carrying around for a long time. "Like... someone who's already here."

You kept your silence, hoping that he'd just drop it and let it be, but his brows furrowed, his drunken gaze coming to a startling clarity.

"You… you love me, don't you?" he asked, voice soft and a little unsteady.

Your throat tightened, and you forced yourself to look away, to hide behind a wall of sarcasm like you always did. "You're drunk, Dean. Get some sleep."

But he wouldn't let it go. He reached for your hand again, pulling you closer, his grip unexpectedly strong.

"No," he insisted, voice thick but more sure. "No, I know I'm drunk, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong. I've… I've known it, but I didn't want to see it, didn't want to let myself…" He trailed off. He moved until his face was just inches away from yours, his voice breaking gently. "But I love you too."

You looked away, holding your breath as the words sank in, leaving a raw ache in your chest. You wanted to believe him, wanted so badly for it to be real—you'd imagined this moment so many times, but now that it was here, it felt hollow. Because you knew it was just the whiskey talking.

"Dean," you whispered, pulling your hand back slowly. "You're not gonna remember this tomorrow. Let's just… let's just pretend it didn't happen, okay?"

But he shook his head, his hand went to caress the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in a way that made your heart ache. "No— no, I'm not pretending," his voice was hoarse, his words barely audible, but each one hit harder than the last.

"I mean it. And I'm sorry I couldn't say it sooner." He pulled your hand close to his chest, his eyes glistening with tears as they met yours, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "But I do..."

"I love you."

The words fell softly from him, the look in his eyes told you that he was genuine, that he meant it, yet clouded by the whiskey swirling through him. And that was what stung the most. You wanted to tell him that you loved him back, for so, so long, that you wanted to hold him and never let go, but you knew he won't remember any of this in the morning.

"Okay... I know. I know you love me." your breath was shaky, cupping his face in your hands. His eyes looked into yours, and it was as if you were everything to him.

"Go to sleep now, okay? You'll feel better in the morning." you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost breaking.

He gave you a soft smile, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand before laying back down, resting his head on the pillow. His eyes slipped shut, and he fell asleep.

As you brushed a gentle hand over his hair, you whispered back.

"I love you too, Dean. More than you'll ever know."

[jvsont0dd]

Jason Todd dies so often that he might as well be a Winchester

[impalanna]

Title: Foggy Windows Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warnings: Mentions of violence, swearing, p in v, smut, dirty talk, SO MUCH SMUT, name calling, rough sex, Dean using you Summary: You and Dean go on a hunt together. You two don't even get to the location where the hunt is without having to pull over and, you know. Authors' notes: For @shadysoulangel :) This is based off of an imagine that I did (click here to access) I hope you guys enjoy! ;) Word Count: 2,837k

Dean rubbed his eyes, not ready to go out on this hunt but wanting to get out of the bunker for a little while. He was pent up, in every since of the word. You were asleep beside him, which made him look down at you and smile. He loved waking up before you did. It meant he could look at how peaceful you are, curled up beside him. He adored you.

You always knew when eyes were on you, even when you were sleeping. It always woke you up when someone was watching you. You stirred awake, meeting Dean's eyes. "You watching me sleep, perv?" You giggled at him, getting on your knees to lean up and kiss him gently. "What? You gonna watch me shower, too?" You asked him in the sexiest tone you could muster up.

"Damn right I might, sweetheart." He smirked at you, eyeing you in his old T-shirt and your underwear. He is so goddamn hot. You thought to yourself as you went into the bathroom and closed the door, taking off your clothes.

You slipped into the shower and began washing your body, the thoughts of how tense Dean seemed when he was hunting taking over your mind. You wanted to get him to relax, to breathe for just a minute, but he isn't going to listen to you if you ask him to take care of himself. So you had an idea. You would take care of him, in the only way he'd let you.

You knew it was summer and it was hot, so you could get away with wearing your shortest shorts without making it seem like you were trying to get his attention. You smiled to yourself as you moisturized and then went to your closet to pick out your top. You knew just the one. It was black, which was Dean's favorite color on you, with a low cut neck and it was cropped. Perfect for staying comfy and perfect for getting him to focus on how bad he knows he wants you.

You walk out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen where Sam and Dean were eating their cereal and drinking their coffee. He saw you, and choked on his corn flakes. Sam gave him a confused puppy dog head tilt and then turned around to see you, then rolled his eyes. "Can you guys get a room?"

You smirked to yourself as you went to the cabinet to get a cup. There were cups already out, but you loved how cute they looked turned upside down beside the coffee maker so you never messed with them.

"Morning." Sam said in a yawn, his head in a daze due to the lack of sleep. "No breakfast?"

"You know I never eat breakfast, Sam." You said in a happy tone. You were telling the full truth when you said that.

"Oh yeah… guess I forgot." He said slowly again, watching you make your coffee to your liking. "Hey, we've got a hunt but I'm going to see a friend, you think we can take it on with Dean? It's about a day's drive from here."

"Sure, that's fine." You smiled at Sam, "Who's your friend?"

"Uh, no one, just, uh -"

"He's gonna go get laid." Dean cut him off. Sam shot a look to Dean that would kill if it could. "What? She's no prude." Dean said in defense of himself.

"Oh hell yeah, Sam! You go! We'll take this hunt, we need some time alone anyways." You looked at Dean and said, "let me go grab some stuff to take on the road." And left the two brothers with their thoughts.

"Mhm, yeah sure, princess." Dean didn't think you could hear him but you did, and goddamn did it put fire in your veins to hear it.

Damn you loved it when he called you princess. He knew that, too.

You hopped into Baby as you took your bag off your back. You knew exactly how you were going to get him to break for you. He was going to fuck you like he hasn't fucked in years.

Dean gets into the Impala, his eyes trailing your whole body as he sits down. He was primarily focused on your chest. You were playing on your phone but you knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew what you were doing, too.

"So what kinda music are we listenin' to?" Dean asked about a minute into the drive. His voice was, if you had to put it in a word, dark. You didn't say anything but you pulled out a tape he made you a few years ago. He labeled it "foggy Windows" because when you guys would have sex in the Impala, the glass would fog up.

He smirked at this. "What are you tryin' to do, sweetheart?"

You didn't say anything again as you slid the tape into the player and let it play. You smirked as "She brings me love" came on. You leaned close to Dean, facing him with a huge ass smile on your face.

"You need it, sweetheart? You baitin' me?" His voice was low as he slid his right hand up your leg. "I wouldn't be mad."

"And what if I am?" You asked with a smirk. "Maybe I'm just that horny for you."

The tires squealed as he came to a hard stop. "Say it again. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you." His voice was shaky as he spoke, his eyes wondering from your lips to your chest.

"Dean I need it so bad, baby. I need you to fuck me." Your face was going red under your makeup, as it did you thanked yourself for putting it on this morning.

Dean pulls Baby into the closest empty parking lot.

"Good girl. You're so good for me, doing what I tell you to do." He smirks and shuts the engine off. You could tell how hard he was just by looking at him. His cheeks flushed, his jeans a little too tight, and he had an adorable smirk on his face.

"I can be even better." You said slowly. You had no idea where your confidence was coming from but you were just glad it was there for you when you needed it.

"Get in the back." Dean demanded you, "Don't open the door to get back there. I want you to climb over my seat. Just don't damage my headliner." He said sternly.

"Yes, sir." You said as you climbed over his seat, making sure you purposefully put your ass in his face as you did so, which made Dean slap your ass as hard as he could. "Good girl."

"You're so good for me, princess." You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Dean opened the door and climbed on top of you, closing the door behind him. He immediately looks down at your chest. "Goddamn, baby, I know why you wore this shirt." He said, grinding against your leg.

You smirk and bite your lip, "Yeah? You like it, daddy?" You ask as you squeeze your boobs between your arms, making them almost pop out of your shirt.

"Fuck, (y/n), you have no idea." He says as he starts kneeling them through your shirt. " I've been wanting this for a while." He says, leaning down to suck on your neck.

You gasp at the feeling of him all over you like this. 'Since I've been loving you' by Led Zeppelin starts playing in the background, making you moan. You knew that when this song was playing, Dean was going to fuck you good. it wasn't because you two were "together" or whatever. He really did love you, with everything he had. He told you one time on a hunt, a hunt that almost killed you. And he knew damn well that you loved him with everything you have too.

"Dean, please, baby. I need it so bad. Need to bounce on you." You wanted to ride him so badly.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart, You want to bounce on my cock, baby? You want to make me cum for you?" He moaned in your ear, damn near panting because of how bad he needed you.

"Yes, Dean, please." You beg him, hoping he'd give into you. But he didn't.

"Sweetheart, you know I love to please you, right?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yeah baby I do, why?"

"Because I'm not going to give into you. I need to let off some steam. I need to have you the way I want you right now. I need you to be a good little slut for me." He was so fucking needy, and fuck, it turned you on.

You couldn't say anything to this, but you nodded your head. At this he slid off your shorts and threw them into the front seat.

"Baby, no underwear?" He asked, it coming out as a praise rather than a question.

"Yeah baby, all for you." You couldn't help but sound desperate. You needed him, bad.

"God, you're such a good little slut for me." He growls into your ear, his hands roaming around your body until he meets your clit.

"Fuck, fuck yeah Dean I'm your slut." You moan as he rubs circles on your clit, almost pushing you off the edge.

"You're so wet for me too baby, must really want me." He grunts as he sucks on your neck, close to your earlobe.

Dean couldn't hold back anymore. He was so hard his jeans were hurting him. He slides his jeans off and pulls his shirt over his head and he strokes his cock a few times while looking down at you. "So fuckin' gorgeous, (y/n)." He moans as he strokes himself, precum leaking from his tip.

Dean positions himself at your entrance. He looks up at you, and you know how good he's about to fuck you. He slams into you, and you pull him down onto you. Your name falling off his lips like sin. "(y/n), you're so fuckin' tight for me, baby. Feels so damn good."

You loved it when he'd talk to you like this. It would send you over the edge. You dug your nails into the skin on his back as he slammed into you, not giving you any time at all to adjust to his huge size. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you let him rail you, moaning into his ear, "you fuck me so good, this pussy is all yours, Dean."

"I know she is." Dean said, as skin was hitting skin, the sounds of this filling up the Impala. The windows fogging even though it's a billion degrees outside, which Dean was a saint to leave the ac on because of this.

The way he would refer to your pussy as "she" instead of you, always made you feel, weird, but good. You loved it when he said this. Part of you thought it was because you liked the way he didn't look at you as just a sex outlet. Yeah he loved your sex but he loved so much more about you and valued so much more of you than that. And even after all these years, after all the sex you guys have had, you're still amazed that he thought this way.

You clenched around him when he said this to you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he rode you out. "You better wait and come for me, sweetheart. I'll tell you when you can come." He purrs into your ear,

"Yes, sir." You moan in response. He slows down and gets off of you, changing things up and doing exactly what he's been fantasizing about doing to you.

Get on your stomach, baby." He demands, but there was always a tinge of gentleness in his voice when he took control like this; unless he was mad at you.

You nodded and got on your stomach.

"Good girl. Now bring your knees to your chest, princess." This was hard but it wasn't the first time he's made you do this. "Yes, daddy." You responded.

"Good fucking girl. Now, arch that back for me and spread those sexy ass legs." He moans. "Oh and put your hands behind your back so I can hold onto them." He smirks.

"You do as your told, after bringing your legs to your chest you arched your back and spread your legs. Dean puts a thumb into your asshole and starts to pound into you again, not letting you adjust this time either.

"Ohhh fuck, such a good slut. You're such a good little slut for me, aren't you princess?" He asks breathlessly, his thumb in your ass making your head spin. "You like it when I fill you up like this? Both your holes filled up by me, (y/n)?" He was so fucking close and it was obvious.

"Yes, daddy I LOVE it when you fill me up like this. You fuck this tight little pussy so good, I'm your little slut." You are screaming at this point, his cock slamming into you so hard you almost forgot where you were. The only thing that was on your mind right now was Dean.

Dean pulled out quickly and sat down on the leather seats, looking at you and panting. You looked so disappointed it was adorable. "Did you cum?" You asked, hoping he didn't yet. You liked to ride him when he and you both came, and he knew this.

"Bounce on me. Get your fine ass over here and ride daddy's cock, you slut." Dean demanded, his eyes dark with lust.

You didn't hesitate. You took your shirt off that you've been wearing this whole time and you hopped on him, sinking down on him. "Fuck yeah, so tight for me and I've been using you for over an hour now, baby. Your pussy is perfect." You smirked at this and started riding him, rolling your hips and moaning his name.

"You're perfect, sweetheart, All of you is perfect. Every last inch of you, (y/n)." He moaned as you rolled your hips faster. You took your bra off and threw it in the front seat. You then grabbed the top of the bench seat behind Dean and started to bounce on him, your tits making a slapping sound on your skin every time they'd come back down to reunite with the soft skin under them.

Dean was losing his mind. Your body moving like this on him, how tight you are, the sounds you were making, the way you looked riding him, he was lost in you. He was in a daze. You leaned forward to kiss him gently. You were so close and he was too. He grabbed your ass and started fucking up into you. "You like that, sweet girl? You like it when I grab your ass like this and pound you?" He moaned into your ear as he took control yet again.

"Yes daddy I do, please fuck me harder, I'm gonna cum." You moaned loudly as he pounded you relentlessly.

"So fuckin' good for me, slut. You better come for me, bitch. Cum all over my cock, (y/n). I wanna feel you squeeze me." He demands behind clenched teeth.

You didn't hold back, you let out moan after moan, begging him to fill you up, telling him his cock made you feel like a perfect little slut. “Mmmmmm, Dean you fuck me so good.” You moan as you’re looking at him, his eyes locked on yours and a sexy fucking smirk playing on his face.

Dean pulled you off him and threw you onto the seat. He was careful to make sure your head wasn’t going to hit anything before he threw you. He quickly got between your legs. "Wanna watch your tits bounce like this while I fuck you, sweetheart." His movements were powerful and sloppy. He was moaning your name, pinching your nipples, and fucking you; hard. Harder than he ever has.

You scream his name, holding onto the edge of the seat for support. You are bouncing and moaning, your breasts moving all over the place as his cock pounds into your dripping wet cunt.

"So pretty like this baby." He moans and grabs your neck gently. He moans your name, "Fuck I'm gonna cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fill up your perfect little pussy." He grunts loudly, his grip on your neck tighter now. He cums deep inside of you, his dick all the way into you, reaching your g-spot. "Ohhhh yeah baby, fuck yeah that's good, Fuck I'm cumin'" He moans as he spills deep inside of you, his thrusts slowing down as he empties himself.

"I love you, baby." You say breathlessly.

Dean leans down and kisses you, soft and slow. "And I can't live without you, baby." He says, panting.

[negans-lucille-tblr]

The Fan | Jensen x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Y/N has an unhealthy obsession with a man with a filthy mouth and an oral fixation he’s hell bent on ruining her life with. 

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Tags: audio porn, porn AU, dirty talking, daddy kink, praise kink, slight degradation, oral fixation, oral sex galore, use of sex toy, masturbation, public masturbation, Jensen has a filthy filthy mouth in this one, it might make you feral be warned…

WC: ± 4K

A/Ns: I shouldn’t be trusted to write porn when I’m feeling feral because this is absolute filth and I just wanna thank Laura for commissioning it and sending me further down my crazed rabbit hole. <3

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“Oh fuck, baby girl, you take Daddy’s cock so fucking well in that tight little cunt, don’t you?” he coos as your whole body starts to break out into a light sweat. “Best damn pussy I’ve ever fucking had, sweetheart.” 

You whine, your back arching off the bed, your head fuzzy with your impending orgasm as your eyes flutter closed and you try to stave it off just a little while longer. 

“Look at you, so fucking perfect, you were made for me, made for my cock inside you. Daddy’s perfect little slut,” he growls, gasping for breath at the end of his sentence, moaning deep from his chest. “Tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it.” 

“I’m your perfect little whore, Daddy,” you whine out, your fingers working your clit to the very edge of sweet release.

“That’s fucking right you are, baby, feel so fucking good on my cock, fuck, making Daddy wanna fucking cum. Do you want that? Hm? Do you want Daddy’s cum deep in that pussy? Maybe I should put your panties back on you and send you out. Let you walk around the store with my cum dripping down your thighs. Oh you like the fucking sound of that, don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, and you gasp for air, the feeling of the cock pistoning in and out of you almost too much to bear anymore. 

“You’re not going to cum again are you?” he asks. “You know how I feel about you cumming when my mouth isn’t down there to taste it. Do you need my tongue in that cunt again, baby girl? Or are you still craving Daddy’s cock? Look at you, so fucking desperate you don’t even know what you want anymore, you just want to be used, don’t you? You just want Daddy to use that fucking cunt over and over until I’m through with it. I’ve fucking got you, baby girl, you’re mine and everyone fucking knows it. I’ve marked you up good, you wanna see your skin, fucking covered in my claim.” 

You can’t take anymore, and you cum hard, screaming out in pure ecstasy as your climax washes over every inch of you, and you’re left gasping for air, squirming on the edge of over-stimulation as the cock continues to piston in and out of you at the steady pace you’d set it at. 

Your eyes flutter open and you’re brought back to the room, your earbud falling out, letting the natural ambience of your bedroom fill your eyes, the very faint sound of the actor’s voice still bleeding through the forgotten earpiece. Your body is still trembling, goosebumps erupting over every inch of you as you finally reach for the dial beside you and slow the machine down until it’s come to a stop, and you carefully remove the toy from inside you and whimper at the loss of contact, even if you are thoroughly done. You reach for your phone to pause the audio, realising there’s still ten minutes left. You never can make it to the end of one of his audios. That man is far too good at what he does, and it’s a crying shame he doesn’t do videos, though you realise that audio gets you off far better than visual does nowadays. You don’t even think you’d care what the guy looks like, if he can make you cum that hard and that many times with just his words, he could look however he wants and you’d still fuck him. 

Somehow, the guy seems to be all your biggest fantasies wrapped up in one dirty mouthed human, and you’re actually starting to worry about your real dating life, given you’re never going to find a guy that will ever come close to your favourite audio actor, you’re sure of it. Still, it doesn’t stop you from trying, even if your nights do end like tonight; alone and getting yourself off with your best investments yet; your fuck machine and Patreon subscription to ‘Dean Winchester’.  You hadn’t even needed a machine before Dean, and you actually had more real life sex with real life men, but over time you ended up settling for mediocre one night stands less and less, rathering going home to Dean, instead. You know your obsession is borderline unhealthy at this stage, but if the guy would stop putting out the best audios you’ve ever heard, then maybe you’d stand a chance. 

*

Work is so mind-numbingly boring, you find yourself watching the clock on the wall and praying that the last twenty minutes would hurry up, so you can get out of the office for the weekend. With the weekend upcoming, you don’t have time to start a new project, but you finished your last one two hours ago, and have been desperately trying to seem busy for your boss’s sake since then. You sigh and twist yourself left to right in your office chair, and practically leap at your phone the second it goes off next to you. Finally, something to do. 

You’re quick to glance around you when you realise that the notification is from Patreon, and you open it cautiously to see Dean has posted a new audio. It’s rare for him to post something mid afternoon on a Friday, and you read the title and the audio information, eager to find out what your Friday night is going to entail. 

Daddy can’t get enough of eating that sweet pussy (with toys)

Contains: Excessive oral sex, daddy kink, use of toys, praise, degradation, slight humiliation, mocking for multiple orgasms, soft dom, aftercare 

You look around the office, feeling your pussy getting uncomfortably wet already, and rub your thighs together, reaching into your purse and grabbing your headphones, before quickly making your way towards the bathroom. You would normally at least try to wait the extra hour, and for  the comfort of your own home, but this one sounds too good to wait. You just want a little glimpse; at least that’s what you tell yourself as you lock yourself into a bathroom stall and eagerly put an earbud in, making sure your phone is definitely connected to it before you turn the volume up a little. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Dean hums through the headphone, and instantly the wetness doubles.

You shift uncomfortably in your heels, and take a seat on the closed toilet lid, hitching your dress up enough to get to your soaked panties. You can just have a little play, it’s not like you’re busy, and no one will know what you’re doing in here. 

“Have you missed me? Aw, I can tell,” he coos, “have you been waiting for me all day? I’ve had a long week, and I was thinking I could use some stress relief,” he explains. “I’ve been thinking about you since I left you naked in bed this morning, been thinking about that sweet little pussy, about how good you taste. My cock has been hard all fucking day just thinking about tasting you when I got home.” 

You try your best not to moan out loud, your fingers now pulling the ruined material of your panties to one side as you take a shuddered breath in and start to tease your swollen clit. 

“You don’t mind if I help myself, do you?” he asks, and then a low hum rumbles through him. “Fuck, let me take those panties off, wanna see that dripping little pussy properly. It’s gonna taste so fucking good, you always taste so fucking good, you’ve got Daddy addicted, d’y’know that?” 

You rush to remove your panties over your heels, wanting to keep up with the fantasy now playing in your mind’s eye, and you quickly stuff them into your blazer pocket. 

“Don’t worry about making dinner, I’ve got enough to feast on right here,” he chuckles lowly, and then the sound of his lips smacking over something fills the quiet, and he moans under his breath. “Tastes fucking good, baby girl,” he praises. “That pussy was made to be eaten, and look at it, practically dripping for me, such a naughty little slut, hm? You want a finger inside you?” 

Instantly you slide one finger inside your warm, wet cunt, and your eyes roll as you throw your head back. 

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he laughs, “then why don’t you use the dildo I got you? It’s right here, I’ve got it, let me see if I can make it fit.” The sound of vibrations accompany Dean’s hums of approval, and you wish with everything in you that you were home right now, where you could reach for your own vibrator and slide it inside you like Dean’s doing in your fantasy right now. “Fuck, baby girl, you take it so well, does that feel good? It’ll feel better when my tongue is back on that clit.” 

“Jesus,” you whisper under your breath, pushing a second finger inside you in a desperate attempt to mimic the toy you’re imagining. 

“Don’t worry about me, baby, I’ve had a cockring wrapped around my cock all day, I’m gonna be fucking you for hours yet. Now you just lie back and let me take care of that sweet little cunt.”

The bathroom door opens outside of the stall, and you jump to remove your fingers, even though whoever has entered won’t see what you’re doing, you still don’t want to get caught out somehow.  The obscene noises of Dean ‘eating you out’ are still playing into your ear, and you rush to pause the audio in an attempt to calm yourself down a little, hearing the clicking of heels on tile as someone enters the stall next to you.

“Y/N?” you hear Amber call out. 

“Yeah?” you call back, your voice shaky and not trustworthy, right now.

“You coming to the bar with us?” Amber asks. 

You stand up and flush the toilet to complete your facade, heading out of the stall and quickly beginning to wash your own juices off of your fingers before Amber somehow notices. 

“Not tonight,” you insist, your mind very much on the remaining twenty three minutes of Dean’s new audio, and the date with your machine you’ve found yourself with suddenly. 

“C’mon, you’ve not been out in forever, plus, Sascha insists that this new bar has the hottest guys,” Amber explains as she also exits her stall and stands at the sink beside you, washing her own hands. 

“I gave up on men a long time ago,” you remind Amber with a chuckle. 

“Oh c’mon, I’m all for silicone friends, but you’ve gotta get a real dick at least once in a while, and girl for you, it’s been a while.” You laugh at her bluntness and shake your head. “You’re coming, even if I have to pay for your drinks all night,” Amber insists. 

You sigh and roll your eyes, before nodding reluctantly, guessing one drink won’t hurt if it gets Amber off your back. 

“Great,” Amber beams, reaching forward to undo the top button of your dress so your cleavage is far more on show than it was before. “There, let’s go.”

*

One drink has somehow turned into three, because every time you say you might leave, Amber is quick to buy you another cocktail, and you feel bad wasting her money by not drinking it first. You’re hyper aware of the fact your panties are still stuffed into your blazer pocket, and your pussy is completely bare and exposed under your dress, and the only thing you can fully focus on is the remainder of Dean’s audio you want to listen to. You really do have a problem, apparently. 

By the fourth drink, you offer to pay, feeling bad that Amber is footing your bill all night, and you guess you owe her one drink before you finally go home to your machine. You stand at the bar and shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as you wait to be served, your mind running wild with all the ways Dean is going to fuck you tonight, and when the barman finally stands in front of you, you realise you’ve forgotten what Amber wanted. You guess your way through a list of a few different cocktails, figuring one of the girls will drink them even if Amber doesn’t, and as the barman moves away to make your long order, you hear a scoff beside you. 

You turn your head to look at the man, and are kind of taken for a moment because he’s pretty attractive. Sascha was right, the men at this place really are better looking than the rest of the bars around town. Maybe they have some weird lighting, or something. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs easily, and his voice shoots straight to your core. Jesus, has it really been that long since a hot guy has talked directly to you? “It’s just I’ve been stood here for over five minutes, and that bar man is only serving the hot girls,” he explains. 

Your brain takes a second to process what he’s saying, and then you scoff and shake your head. 

“Clearly not, he just served me,” you counter. 

“I stand by what I said,” the stranger insists, after his green eyes have raked up and down your body a couple of times. Is this guy actually flirting with you? You find yourself staring for a moment. There’s something very familiar about him, but you’re fairly sure you’d remember ever meeting a guy this attractive. 

“Do I know you?” you ask him, frowning. 

His green eyes light up and he laughs softly, shaking his head. 

“Urm… don’t think so,” he finally offers, shaking his head. But his hesitance only confuses you more. 

“Are you sure? I swear I know you somehow,” you insist. 

The guy begins to blush, and he clears his throat before looking around himself. 

“Well, what if I said my name is… Dean,” he slowly offers. 

Your eyes widen immediately, and you’re not sure if you want the ground to swallow you whole or if you want to kiss the man. His voice that’s what you know, that’s what’s so familiar, and that’s why you’re having this kind of reaction to just talking to some guy. So you’re not that desperate, after all… or maybe you are, depending how you look at it. You would’ve never placed him as Dean Winchester, no matter how intimately you know his voice, because you never would’ve actually expected him to be more attractive than the picture you’d painted in your head. And you never would’ve expected to bump into him at a bar in town of all places. 

But then the realisation hits you fully. If this guy is Dean Winchester then he knows that you listen to his stuff, and he knows that you listen enough to recoginise him. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, your cheeks burning. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry,” you fumble to apologise, but Dean just laughs and shakes his head. 

“Why are you sorry? I love meeting fans.” 

The word fan only makes your skin crawl more, he’s going to think you’re some psycho, some desperate woman that needs audio porn to get her kicks. 

“Oh god,” you groan, now feeling your skin crawling in shame. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, really,” he reassures you, reaching out to grab your shoulder. “Honestly, I’m flattered a girl like you listens to me.” 

“Oh sure,” you scoff, not believing him for one second. You want to tell him you don’t really listen to his stuff that much, but then you realise that might be insulting, and you don’t want to tell him you’re as big a fan as you are, or you’ll just look even more pathetic to him. “Listen, I’ll leave you alone,” you conclude. 

“Oh,” he replies simply, before licking his lips and nodding his head. “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.” 

You can’t help but feel like you’ve insulted him somehow, and you swallow hard, rushing to explain. “I don’t wanna seem like some creepy fan,” you excuse. 

“Sweetheart, I’m the one that hit on you,” he laughs. 

Your eyes only widen further, “you were hitting on me?” 

“Yeah, well… I thought I was… I did call you hot, didn’t I?” 

“I guess,” you agree, now feeling embarrassed for a whole new reason. The guy that has given you more orgasms than all the other men in your sexual history put together has hit on you. “I’m sorry, I just always assumed that a guy like you would be married, or at least dating someone.” 

“Nah, my work is just as much for my benefit as it is yours, trust me,” he laughs softly. “So, can I at least buy you a drink, even if it’s just to thank you for liking my work?” 

*

“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this,” you confess, already drunkenly laughing behind your hand as you look over at him. 

Dean – or Jensen, you’ve now been told his real name is – seems to wait patiently for your confession, and in the two or so hours you’ve been sitting together drinking and getting to know each other, you somehow feel like you’ve known him for years. Maybe that’s because of the porn, but either way, you’re actually about to say this out loud. 

“The audio that you released today?” you prompt, and a smirk grows over Jensen’s plump lips.

“Yeah…” he prompts. 

“Well, I didn’t get to finish it, but let’s just say I started it in work… in a bathroom stall… and I’m still a mess. I was dying to get home to finish it.” Your confession doesn’t leave you as embarrassed as you thought it would, not when Jensen only smirks harder, and then bites his bottom lip as his green eyes look around the bar. 

“Well… why don’t I just… show you what the rest was like?” he asks, blinking at you. 

“What?” you ask, feeling yourself beginning to sober up at just the very thought of what Jensen’s implying. 

“What if we… y’know, re-enacted it?” 

*

“So how far did you get?” Jensen asks, breathing against your neck.

You crane it, pushing your head back further into your pillow as you moan softly, dragging your nails through the soft hair on the nape of his neck. 

“Not very, you’d just pulled out a vibrator,” you explain breathlessly, your heart thudding in your chest. If this man is this good at kissing, you’re not sure you’ll survive the rest of it. And you already know what a filthy mouth he’s got from the dirty talking. And from talking to him tonight, you were more than excited to find out that his audios are a true reflection of his own kinks.

“Do you have one?” Jensen prompts, and you blindly reach under your bed for the box that holds your toys, throwing the lid off carelessly and wrapping your hand around your favourite vibrating silicone friend. 

You produce it in front of you, stopping Jensen in his tracks as he smirks, taking it from you and throwing it to the bed next to you both. 

“I don’t have a cock ring though,” you add with your own smirk, and Jensen chuckles lowly. 

“Don’t worry, I’m covered,” he tells you smugly, taking your hand and pushing it under his boxers. Your hand meets soft, warm velvety skin, and as it gets a little lower, you feel the rubber ring at the very base of his swollen cock. 

“Do you always go to bars wearing one of those?” you sass, wrapping your fingers around his erection and growing pleasantly surprised at the thickness. 

“I had it on for the audio this morning, y’know, for authenticity, and figured I’d leave it on because I was so horny. Meeting you was just the bonus,” he explains. 

“What else do you do for authenticity?” you tease, gasping when Jensen’s teeth sink into the delicate skin on your neck. “Do you…” you struggle to regain your composure, grinding your core up against his bare thigh, your slick coating his skin. “Do you actually eat pussy?” you finally manage to ask. 

“Unfortunately not. It’s been a while since I got to eat a pussy… don’t mind if I fill up on you, do you, baby girl?” 

“No, Daddy,” you whimper, not even ashamed at how quickly you submit to him. 

“Oh, someone’s been listening to my work… such a good little whore, f’me, aren’t you? Bet you taste fucking delicious.” 

Suddenly, Jensen’s face is gone, and you feel his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs backwards, spreading you open. He doesn’t waste any time dining on your pussy, making sounds far more obscene then the audios could ever capture, and just when you thought this man couldn’t get you off any harder, you’ve finally felt his tongue for real, the stubble on his face rub along your delicate skin, you’ve finally felt exactly what this man can do to you. 

Your fingers comb through the hair on the top of his head, and Jensen only ever pauses to bite and suck on the flesh at the insides of your thighs, before returning to licking and sucking your pussy like a starved man. Your back arches into his touch, and you nearly lose your mind when you see him blindly reach for the dildo you’d given him, turning it on to a low rumble as he presses the tip to your entrance. 

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he growls, his voice slightly deeper and far more reminiscent of his “Dean” persona. 

You moan loudly, bucking your hips desperately as he begins to fuck you with your vibrator, and you find yourself torn between wanting his mouth back on your pussy, and wanting his cock replacing your toy. Amber’s right, sometimes you just need the real thing. Especially when the real thing is as tempting as Jensen’s. 

“Fuck, Daddy, feels so good, please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling his mouth back on your cunt in an instant, and he laps at your arousal and moans loudly around your clit when he sucks it between his lips. “Holy fuck,” you shout, staring up at the ceiling, not sure you’re even going to survive this. 

Jensen’s rutting against your mattress, but seems to be in no rush to finish eating you out any time soon, and your thighs tremble either side of his head as he coaxes your orgasm to the surface. 

“That’s it baby,” Jensen pauses for a brief second to say. “Cum f’me,” he growls. “Cum on Daddy’s tongue, c’mon, perfect little cunt, tastes so sweet, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he chuckles, looking up grinning at you like the devil. 

“Yes,” you whine, encouraging his mouth back on your clit as he now fucks your vibrator in and out of you so much better than the machine has ever managed to. 

Jensen doesn’t stop to talk again, he just hums and moans against your skin until you’re cumming hard and fast on the toy, and he’s quickly removing it to lap at your juices that are practically flooding out of you. 

As always when you listen to his work, your first orgasm does little to stave off the arousal he’s elicited from you, but luckily, it seems Jensen’s not done with you, because he licks his lips clean and hums, rising back to his knees between your legs. He begins stroking his cock in his hand, his eyes several shades darker as he looks down at you. 

“So,” he smirks, guiding the tip of his cock towards your soppy entrance, only teasing it with his tip before tapping the heavy length on your sensitive clit, making you squirm. “Which of my audios should we re-enact next?” he asks. 

“Any one that requires that inside me,” you reply, watching Jensen chuckle under his breath. 

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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[delusional-fantasising]

I Do Love You (Soldier Boy x GN reader)

Summary: Reader tells him 'I love you' and he gets overwhelmed and shuts off.

Warnings: Soldier Boy kinda being an asshole/biggot, angst no happy ending, trauma, sexual undertone at one moment, slight misogyny, self hatred and emotional shut off

Word Count: 1176 words

The night was young, Soldier Boy had agreed dating you during his time with your team, The Boys. But one thing was obvious, under his brave and dominant bravado he was scared of loving ever again. He didn’t want another betrayal, another heart break, it just wouldn’t let him sleep to the idea of ever loving again. He was terrified of the thought that you, the one person he had slowly began to trust without any benefits could love him.

Every woman’s words rang out in his ears whenever you smiled at him;

“They don’t and they never have. The woman are either humouring you or they’re scared of you. But none of them like you.”

“I didn’t love you, I hated you. We all did.”

Soldier Boy was sitting near you with an arms reach of you, sure there was a part that did somewhat loved you but another part of him was sabotaging himself, ‘They don’t love you. They are afraid of you.’

He wasn’t looking in your direction, he was watching a documentary with you about all the years he missed. It was hard for him to watch to learn everything that changed and forced to change so fast. He had slowly gotten used to the race change not that he had too big of an issue, sorta. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around the gender roles, he found it absurd that men were no longer expected too much to have an income but more rather be expected to be emotionally available, talk things out when things get hard, respect boundaries, and empathy.

“Phht back in my day I never had to do that, women where at home and I would give them pleasure and necessities,” He scoffed as he listened to the feminist rallies that happened. You almost choked on your drink when he mentioned the whole pleasure thing, it was no joke and there was rumours from past lovers of his that his only green flag was that he was the one to go for pleasure.

“Soldier Boy, you can’t be saying that!” You laughed with very much flushed cheeks, he rolled his eyes at you telling him what to do. He wasn’t a big fan of being bossed around, he had to be in control not someone else. But then you say something that made him freeze, his hands gripping the couch arm till his knuckles went white.

“You are so lucky I love you enough to let that slide for now but you seriously got to get with the times. Women don’t want just pleasure, they want emotional connection.”

I love you…

Love.

Soldier Boy just looks away without responding to what you said initially, he was focusing on what his therapist says whenever he feels like he’s going to have a PTSD episode. (The boys forced him to go)

Breath in for four seconds

Hold it in for four seconds

Exhale for four seconds

Hold it in for four seconds

Repeat

Once he felt himself mostly calmed down he just gave a rude snarky response, his tone sarcastic, “Love. That’s a pretty big word, isn’t it? Especially for someone who barely knows me.”

“What? C’mon we have been dating for a month, you have told me some deep stuff. I just want to express some of my love for you,” You chuckled sounding confused at his sarcastic outburst but not taking it to heart since you knew that he sometimes does this to cope. You didn’t know you hit a trigger since the only one you knew about was nothing Russian around him especially the song ‘Escape’ as it triggered one of his worst episodes of exploding. Soldier Boy snapped at you and laughs with a mocking gesture as he waves his hand, “Oh so I opened up a few times and now you know me. This is crap and everyone now and days just throw that around with no meaning. I’m not some person who you can google and get all the real information about me, you don’t know anything about me besides what I want you to know.”

The bitter tone, the sharp cold glare as you could tell he was closing himself off emotionally off from you again. Trying to get distance to avoid a pain you never wish to bestow him.

“Benjamin, I want to know you then. I can’t do this if you just shut me out, I want you to feel safe around me. I really do love you,” You begin, bringing his real legal name to show how serious this conversation was. To show honesty to him and not some fake love that he has gotten in the past by a certain woman.

“Save it, I heard it all well too many times before, ‘I love you, Benjamin.’ Then follows is a knife to my back after you kick me down,” Soldier Boy spat the look of hurt in his eyes and his lip quivered slightly as he wasn’t ready for hearing someone say that to him ever again. “Benjamin I’m not Crimson Countess, I’m not going to hurt you like she did.”

“You can’t promise anything, no one can. Love is just a word, a filthy fucking lie people tell themselves to make them feel better. It doesn’t and will never mean anything to me!” He spat getting up from the couch to pace angrily not looking you in the eye anymore. His eyes getting watery at the thought of going back in the box.

The box

THAT FUCKING BOX

“That’s not true. Love means everything to me and Ben I mean it when I say I love you. Every little imperfection, even when you can being a raging asshole and slightly biggoted you have been changing for the better and I’m proud of you for it.”

Proud, he stopped in his tracks. His trembling hands at his sides turning into fists. He felt his walls of defense cracking at how much he wanted to believe your words but he just ended up muttering, “I used to believe that but love’s just a precursor to disappointment, it’s something to avoid the harsh reality of the real world… I don’t want to lead you on to disappointment”

He was avoiding being vulnerable but it was hard keeping everything bottled up. A tear was slowly building up threatening to spill, his muscles tensing up. Maybe a joke or another witty comment to brush off the stupid feelings. The feelings that made him weak.

“Ben, you won’t disappoint me.”

“Shut up. Just shut up,” Soldier Boy grumbled trying not to set off any alarms with you since he wasn’t facing you, he didn’t want you to see him cry, see him weak.

He isn’t in control

His feelings were going rampant.

You got up, sensing those tears practically going up to him softly cupping his face to make him face you. There was so much emotional turmoil brewing underneath the cold hard wall he placed up. He was scared.

Scared of you.

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Always keep fighting

Warnings: Depressive and insecurity thoughts.

Notes: I was always afraid of naming one of my stories "Always keep fighting" because i used to think that it had to be perfect. I think this one earned it gracefully. You have my heart in it. Rewatching Supernatural 10 years after and all of it just making the same sense to me as when i was just a kid... gave me the confirmation that i'm always going to have where to come back to. Thank you.

Summary: A very meaningful intimate conversation with the one who helped you overcome your depression many years ago. Jared Padalecki.

Platonic!Jared Padalecki x Reader / Jensen Ackles x Reader

You breathed out tired, closing your eyes feeling the sun and a slight breeze hit your face. Billie Eilish’s voice was playing max in your AirPods isolating you from the noises around like that would give you some peace of mind. 

You were in the middle of filming a season of Supernatural and honestly your life was great. Expect it wasn’t. Well… it was really, nothing really bad was happening, you had an incredible job, amazing friends, amazing fans, there was no drama. But the stress was winning you over and you could feel yourself slowly drifting away into a dark place again, just like when you were younger and what looked like a innocent wave of sadness, turned into 3 years of anti depressives. You heard once that when you have depression one time, it never go away. Not completely. You live your life “sober”, but if you don’t watch it out, any trigger can throw you into the pit once more. 

But it was adult life right? How could you escape the stress of having to do a house moving, working really hard for too many hours, being rejected for a job that you really wanted, sleeping with a coworker who you were in love with and he disappearing after… Normal adult things. There wasn’t no time to cry about it while listening to Billie Eilish. 

You opened your eyes when felt a presence besides you, and you took of your AirPods when saw Jared installing himself near you, in the bench below a tree that was located in a quiet spot in the supernatural set. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking straight ahead like everything was normal. 

“Hi Jar.” You said still a little confused but waiting to see what this was about. 

“Hi (Y/N)” He said simply still looking ahead. “What were you listening to?” 

“New Billie’s album.” You said with a little smile and Jared finally looking at you with an excited face, he was wearing his grey beanie and a white hoodie. 

“It’s so good right?” He said making you chuckle. 

“Yeah…” You answered frowning your eyebrows. “What are you doing here Jar? I thought you didn’t even had scenes today.” 

“Had some audio problems I had to solve for that forest scene.” He explained and turned his attention straight ahead again. “And thought it would be a good opportunity to check on you.” 

“Check on me?” You asked laughing a bit confused. “You see me practically everyday” 

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I knew we had to talk.” He said turning more serious and your heart started to sunk in your chest. “I know you (Y/N). For real.”

You sighed giving up on trying to hide, Jared was one of your best friends and you two always understood each other very well. That included noticing each other’s mood swings and knowing all about the other’s personal life’s. You stayed quiet for a few seconds before breathing out. 

“I didn’t get that part that I really wanted.” You admitted feeling almost ashamed of saying out loud, sensing a bitter taste in your mouth. It was the main role for an adaptation of a book that you loved, and you felt like you were the perfect person for it. Apparently not. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I know how excited you were.” He said quietly putting his arm around your shoulder to give a squeeze. “Did they tell you why?” 

“Nothing concrete.” You struggled. “Random excuses and pre written messages.” 

“That sucks.” He agreed and made a long pause. “But it was just another project, other ones will appear and besides… it would mess up your schedule with Supernatural!”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him with a little smile. 

“Jared we both know Supernatural is coming to an end. Everybody is moving on, thinking about what to do next. You’re already writing your project, hell, Jensen is in L.A right now signing contracts for The Boys.” You said and saw him struggling on what to say. He knew you were right. You entered the Supernatural cast many years ago and it was like a dream coming true. Your career got some much better, the working environment was everything you could ever ask for, you met your best friends and had incredible fans. Being a female character in the show, you didn’t think you would last that much. But you did and you were happy about it. But all the things in life get to a point when you start wanting more, and now, knowing that Supernatural has to end, you found yourself lost. Stagnated. Scared what would happen to your career after this. You were a few years younger than J2 and thought the industry would be open to welcome you, but wasn’t at all what was happening. 

“(Y/N) we still have, at least, one year before we will be really done with Supernatural. That gives you more than enough time to figure it out.” He said like it was obvious. 

“Jar, I know” You said with a sad smile looking at him. “All the rationalized things you were going to say to me, already crossed my mind. I know everything is technically ok. I’m just…” You stopped yourself sighing, gathering the courage to admit it. “I’m just sad.”  

Jared looked at you with a suffered expression and you saw for a split second a look of surprise in his face.

“I don’t want to seem ungrateful to the universe, God, or whatever there is out there.” You continued making him open a small smile. “I know I have time, I just moved to a better apartment, I should be thankful. But I’m just so sad. I don’t even know how to explain it.” 

“I understand it.” He said sincerely looking straight into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. “The guilt that comes with having everything great around you and feeling all of this. Believe me, I do.” Jared said and you knew what he was talking about. About his depressed phase that gave life to all of the campaigns. You two shared a lot of conversations in that period, specially because you had history as well.  “I noticed you were not acting like yourself these past days, I was waiting for you to come talk to me, like you always had.” 

You looked away again feeling a bit ashamed. 

“I didn’t feel like talking.” 

“(Y/N).” He said turning his body to face you, making you look at him again. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling like this. You were one of the people who helped the most when I was depressed. You remember what you would say? That it wasn’t my fault, it was just literally a chemical default in my brain. That’s what depression is. A sickness that affects our brains. You passed through a lot of stress these last weeks, it’s completely understandable the way you’re feeling.” Jared said serious squeezing your shoulder. You closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying.

“I just feel like I’m not enough.” You admitted and finally let one tear drop. Jared stayed in silence, making you open your eyes seeing him with a hard expression looking at you like he trying to read you.

“There is another reason why you’re feeling like this?” He asked and you looked down, wondering if you should tell him or not. 

“Hmm I kinda got ghosted?” You said and saw him raise an eyebrow. “Well, no. I know the guy is super busy right now, I don’t blame him. But there’s a little voice in my head telling that it was the perfect timing to get out of the situation and not give me further explanation that he in fact.. don’t want me that way.” 

“Are we talking about Jensen?” Jared asked in a funny way and laughed when saw your surprised face. “(Y/N), I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to know but he told me that you guys slept together after that night we were in his house…” 

“Yeah, I should have figured this out.” You said allowing yourself to chuckle, running your hand over your face. “So yeah, this finally happened…” 

“Finally!” He exclaimed happily trowing his hands in the air. 

You and Jensen were always unfinished business. When you entered the series, you were young, single and adventurous and it didn’t take long to start crushing on Jensen. Hard. The kind of crush you weren’t even functioning right when he was around. Looking at it right now, maybe it was in that moment that your bond with Jared started to grow, he was always your confident. But none of it mattered, because Jensen… wasn’t single. And eventually you got over it, it was never going to happen so why was the point of growing expectations. Until Jensen wasn’t in a relationship anymore, there were flirts here and there, what of course didn’t last long because you were already meeting someone. And for years and years it was like that, you were simply never single at the same time. When all of that changed some months ago, when the two of you ended long last relationships. But it was really two weeks before that it all turned very real. 

Flashback on

You had  just shooted the mid season finale and man, you were tired. Everyone was going to get 1 week away from filming, but that didn’t mean vacation days. You were in the middle of an, very overwhelming, apartment moving in Vancouver and in the end of the week, you had a trip planned to Chicago to participate in the first day of a Supernatural Convention. The boys were going to get a second week off to attend to more appointments, but the directors wanted you, Misha and other secondary characters to advance the maximum of scenes possible. 

To celebrate and just cool off for a while, Jensen invited you, Jared and Misha to eat some pizza and drink some beers in his place. In the next day, he and Misha were already going to travel to L.A and Jared to Austin, to see his family. 

“So it’s already late and I need some sleep before catching that plane.” Misha said getting up of the chair he was in. “Have a safe fight you guys, and (Y/N) see you on Friday?” He asked and you nodded giving him a small smile. He was going to be your pair to the Chicago Convention, and the two of you would come back together to Vancouver, not even crossing paths with J2 because there was going to attend just the third day of #SpnChicago.

“Yeah, actually I’m going to enjoy the lead and get going as well.” Jared said sighing getting up, slapping hands with Jensen and then turning to you. “You comin’ also?”  

You didn’t want to go actually. It has been ages since you last went out with them like that and it was the first time in days that you were able to get away from your problems. You looked at Jensen to see what the thought and caught he already looking at you, denying with his head. 

“Nah (Y/N), we still have that wine you gave me for my birthday to drink.” Jensen said getting up from the couch you were in, to open the door for the boys. “Stay as long as you want.”

“I think I’m to stay.” You agreed. “Have a safe fight guys.” 

With all of the goodbyes being said, Jensen closed the door of his apartment immediately disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with two glasses of red wine, extending one to you while he returned to his previous place, sitting with his whole body turned to you and you did the same.

“I can’t believe you still didn’t drink that.” You chuckled. 

“Well, of course not! It was your gift, nothing more fair than drinking it with you.” He said like it was obvious, extending his glass. “Cheers” 

Half bottle after, you both were already tipsy, laughing about everything and somehow, closer to each other than before. You spoke about the series, about the bittersweet feeling of it ending. About how excited he was for Soldier Boy and at the same time nervous. He listened to you speak about the role you were auditioning for and gave you his whole support. You even gossiped a little, about Misha’s divorce. After that, somehow the conversation got to the point of relationships and you both shared a lot of thoughts and insecurities about it. 

Jensen smiled when the conversation got to a pause, letting his hand fall to rest in your arm that was leaning in the sofa. You hold your breath when felt his thumb slowly starting to caress you and your belly suddenly got cold when he started to stare at you.

“I just can’t believe that we’re finally single at the same time.” Jensen chuckled in a hoarse voice. You bite your lip, resting your glass into the center table and saw him doing the same thing. 

“That makes a difference?” You challenged him seeing him grin. 

“You know it does, sweetheart.” He said putting a strand of hair behind your ear and you wondered if he could hear the sound of your heart beating. “I always knew you had a crush on me.” 

“I did not.” You said faking a false indignation and you both laughed. “I actually thought it was the other way around.” 

“Guilty.” He admitted making you gulp. “All of those years… us trying to move on from each other. And look at us now… single at our thirties, at the same place we would be in since the start if we weren’t so damn stubborns.” 

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, staring each other like you could see each other’s souls. His eyes were in a dark green filled with lust and when you saw his glance lowering to your lips, you knew you couldn’t take any more of that.

“Kiss me Jensen.” 

“You have no idea on how many years I’ve waited for you to say that.” 

And you didn’t had to ask twice.

XXxxXXXxxxXXXxxXX

You opened your eyes confused still in a dark room, and in a very comfortable bed. You glanced at your phone in the bedside table seeing it was already 12h. The memories from last night started to invade your mind, making you sit up in a rush and frown when you noticed that Jensen wasn’t there. 

Oh right, he had a flight to catch. 

Wearing one of his shirts and his flipflops you found next to his bed, you walked until the living room and saw in his dinning table, an order bag from your favorite bakery and a little post it. 

“Morning sweetheart, 

I’m sorry If I couldn’t wake up by your side today. My flight leaves 8:30 am and I didn’t want to bother you.

I ordered your favorites things from that French bakery you like, to compensate it.

Last night was amazing and I can’t wait to see you again. 

Make yourself at home, stay as long as you want.

-Jensen.” 

You suppressed a smile feeling like a damn teenager, with all of that butterflies in your belly. This really happened. You and Jensen. 

You laughed adjusting yourself in one of the chairs, you had a delicious breakfast waiting for you after all. 

Flashback Off

That day you woke up alone in Jensen’s house, you passed still a few hours there before going back to your reality. The keys weren’t really a problem cause he had an electronic lock. You send him a photo of you eating the breakfast, which he rapidity replied with an emoji of heart eyes. 

But of course, your mind needed to start sabotaging you. You knew Jensen wasn’t the type of guy to text a lot, and you weren’t teenagers with no responsibilities, you were both busy as fuck. But you would be lying if you said if you didn’t expect a little more. Not even seeing his face for 2 weeks after you had sex, gave you so much spare time to question yourself. 

Had he really liked? He was regretting it? He realized you were actually better as friends? Why he didn’t answer your meme? How your relationship would be when he got back from L.A?

“Look.” Jared started after you explained all of it to him. “Don’t beat yourself for feeling it, your feelings are valid and I can see where they are coming from.” 

“It’s true that he could have been more present, but we both know how Jensen is  when comes to answering messages.” Jared continued laughing humorless. “But c’mom (Y/N), it’s you and Jensen were talking about! The guy has been wanting you for years.” 

“I don’t know Jar.” You sighed. “It’s like my mind knows the rationalized facts but still chose to give me the wrong answers.” 

“Are you eating right?” He asked all of that sudden surprising you. 

“Yeah…” You started and huffed when saw his accusatory face. “Ok, maybe I’m skipping breakfast.” You admitted and rolled your eyes when he didn’t back down. “No, I’m not eating right. Are you happy?” 

“No!” He cried. “You’re under stress, you’re isolating yourself, a lot of things are happening in the same time, you’re not eating right, you’re not exercising. You’re going running with me tomorrow by the way.” 

“Jared you know I hate running” You said indignant.

“I don’t care.” He cut you off. “What I’m trying to say is that you and me both… (Y/N) we have to look out for ourselves, you know that. I don’t think you’re depressed again but I think you’re in the edge of it.” Jared said making you shiver. You thought about it, damn you thought you already were. But hearing it from your best friend’s mouth, who always went to hell and back to help you, was rough. Really rough. 

“I…” You started slowly afraid of the words that was going to come back out of your mouth. “I would never forgive myself if I let me go back to that dark hole I was 10 years ago.” 

“Then don’t.” Jared struggled like it was the point of the whole conversation until now. “Can you imagine all the things you would have missed if you gave up by the first wave of depression? Young (Y/N) would have not believe she would sleep with Jensen Ackles.” He said mocking you to lighten up the mood a little bit and you allowed yourself to laugh even if was pretty hard listening to all of that. 

“Call your therapist. I’m going to ask to the producers to give you one more week off.” He continued and you open your mouth ready to argue with that nonsense. “Don’t argue with me on that one. You already have tons of advanced scenes, you need time to rest. And… stop taking life so serious honey, you have time, you’re going to figure out ok? Let yourself be surprised by it.” 

Jared said searching your eyes and saw you nodding slowly. He pulled you for a tight hug resting his head on top of yours. Your eyes were closed and for the first time in a week, you breathed out feeling calmer. Not even Billie Eilish accomplished this. 

“What do we do?” He asked in a slash joking slash serious tone, speaking like you were a little child. 

“We always keep fighting?” You said a little unsure and felt his chest vibrate when he started to laugh. 

“That’s my girl.” Jared said tightening the hug before backing away. “I love you.” 

“I love you too moose.” You said with a small smile feeling a lot better. “Thank you.” 

“I’m always here.” He said getting up. “I need to go back now.” 

You nodded and when you were in the point of putting back your AirPods, he stopped, some steps away from the bench you were. 

“Oh… and (Y/N). Jensen already arrived from L.A” He smiled. “Let life surprise you.” 

You denied with your head letting a small laugh escape from your lips, when you were reliving all of this conversation. One thing that Jared said was completely right, young (Y/N) would have been so proud and surprised by your accomplishments. You survived. This was an everyday motive to be proud already. Your thoughts were interrupted when the screen of your phone lighted up with a notification. 

“Hey sweetheart… I’m finally back in Vancouver and dying to see you. There is so much I want to tell you. And so much I wanna do to you… 

What do you say about going to that Italian restaurant at 20h? I will pick you up. 

Always yours,

Jensen.” 

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Fridays are for beer and heartbreak

Beau Arlen x Reader

Summary: Your favorite patron’s there to mend your broken heart.

A/N: It's just a little something I came up with the other day. If I'm being honest, I've never seen Big Sky, but I'm a simp for a man in cowboy boots, so... enjoy. 🤍

Warnings: none? oh, maybe that English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad day. For what it's worth, it was a relatively nice, sunny day in Montana terms. Sure, my boyfriend declared the final break-up of our relationship, but to be frank, I was utterly unfazed by his antics; we’ve been in an on-again-off-again relationship for a year now. Not that it was serious in the first place. At least, not for him. And, if I’m honest with myself, maybe not for me either. So yeah, it was a relatively okay day.

Still, there’s something about hearing the finality in someone’s voice, even when it’s a toxic someone, that leaves you feeling a little hollow. The break-up itself wasn’t anything spectacular. Just another drawn-out argument that ended with him muttering some lame excuse before walking out. It had happened so many times before that I almost laughed when he slammed the door shut behind himself.

I was free. Really free. But that didn’t stop the ache sitting heavy in my chest.

I pushed through the rest of my day, the usual routine of prepping for the evening rush at the bar. A glance in the mirror told me I looked the part: western boots, worn-in jeans, a dark brown suede jacket I loved more than I probably should, and my hair pulled back just enough to stay out of my face but still look effortless. I should have felt like myself. I was supposed to be this confident, tough woman who didn’t need anyone to mess with her head, but tonight… I just didn’t have the energy to be that.

The bar was packed, as it usually was by this time of the night. The usual crowd was in full swing, with the sound of old country and blues tunes playing from the jukebox and the steady clink of bottles being set on tables. It was one of those oldie bars that still had that charming and rustic atmosphere, like time stilled between its four walls. That night, I stayed behind the counter more than I usually did, letting the other servers handle most of the tables. I wasn’t in the mood to make small talk or listen to the same old stories I’d heard a thousand times. I didn't have the energy for that either.

Then, Beau walked in. Right on schedule.

He had this easy confidence about him, something I noticed the first time he came in months ago. It was in the way he held himself, like he could command a room without trying, but somehow never made a big deal about it. Tall, broad shoulders, chestnut hair that always looked like he just ran a hand through it after a long shift. And those eyes, green, like the pines up in the mountains after the rain.

He always came in around this time on Fridays, right after his shift ended. Sheriff of Helena by day, patron at my bar by night. There was something comforting about the routine of it. Maybe because he was the closest thing I had to a friend here, even though we were more like two people who enjoyed each other’s company but kept everything else at arm’s length. Still, there was always something unspoken between us, something that hung in the air when he sat down at the bar.

Beau slid onto the barstool closest to me, the one he always sat at, and gave me a smile that eased the ache I’d been feeling all damn day.

“Evening” he said in that slow, easy drawl of his, laying his hat on the counter. “How’s it going, darling?”

I forced a smile, pulling a cold beer from behind the bar and sliding it across to him without asking. He always ordered the same thing, and I always had it ready for him.

“Same as always” I replied, but even I could hear the flatness in my voice.

His eyes narrowed a little as he studied me, and I could feel his gaze linger on my slight but easily visible frown. He had a way of seeing through me like he could tell when something was off even before I said anything. 

“You sure about that?” His voice was anything but pushing. It was the way he asked, like he already knew the answer but was giving me a chance to speak first.

I glanced away, grabbing a towel and pretending to wipe down the already squeaky clean countertop. “I’m fine. It’s nothing. Just… had one of those days, you know.”

Beau took a long sip of his beer, but he didn’t take his eyes off me. “Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

I let out a breath and leaned on the bar, dropping the towel and meeting his gaze.

“He broke up with me. For real this time.” I hadn’t planned on saying it, but the words came out before I could stop them.

He raised an eyebrow, but there wasn’t any hint of surprise in his face. It’s like he not only knew it was going to happen, but anticipated it too. “You mean, finally?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, a short yet sharp sound that felt good coming out. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

Beau didn’t say anything right away. He just sat there, watching me with those damn eyes that made it hard to keep things light. I couldn’t keep anything light with him. Not now, not ever.

There was something deeper there tonight, something that had always simmered between us but felt more dangerous now, like we were toeing a line neither of us had been willing to cross before. 

“You good with that?” His voice was softer now, the edges so much gentler, and it felt like a real, genuine question, not just some small talk or polite chitchat.

“Honestly?” I asked with a sigh ”I’m better off. I know that. But… it still stings, you know?”

Beau nodded, and something flickered in his expression, something almost protective. His gaze softened matching his voice. “You deserve so much better than what he was giving you, darling.”

His words hung in the air between us, heavy with underlying meanings. I knew what he meant. I knew he wasn’t just talking about my ex, and that’s when the tension snapped into something sharper, something deeper. I felt it in the way he was looking at me now, not as the bartender he chatted with every Friday, but as someone he cared about. But could that be the truth?

Maybe I wasn’t just his bartender either. Maybe we’d been dancing around this for too long. I leaned in slightly, not even realizing I was doing it until I saw his gaze drop to my lips. The bar around us seemed to fade, the noise, the people...none of it mattered in that moment. It was just me and Beau and the weight of everything unsaid between us thick and obvious in the air. 

“You gonna be alright?” he asked finally, and I couldn't help but notice how his voice became an octave lower... intimate in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

“I think so” I whispered.

But my heart was pounding, not from the breakup, but from the way he was looking at me. Like maybe, just maybe, he’d been waiting for this moment as long as I had.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad day.

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day, loves. 🤍

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Series Idea

Hey guys, sooo tiktok is back! But I'm trying to brain-rot myself even more so I've been thinking about how Jensen was almost cast as Cristian Grey. So would ya'll read a Fifty Shades series ft, Dean? lemme know so I can start lol.

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Sweet Fantasy | Dean Winchester

GIF by born-to-be-his-baby88

(gave myself an actual pat on the fucking back for finding this gif like y'all are gonna see how perfect it is in a second!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Dean won't eat his vegetables...until you offer to cash in on a very recent fantasy of his, that is.

Warnings [18+ MINORS DNI]: P*rn w/ some solid plot action actually, a bit of domestic fluff sprinkled in, reader and Dean are married (don't know if that's a warning but you should know?), reader dresses up in a sexy Zorro costume with the hat and mask included, handcuffs (Dean receiving), mentions of a safeword but not used, fingering/masturbation (reader receiving), oral sex (brief Dean receiving), a whole lotta teasing (Dean receiving), p in v sex (cowgirl, missionary), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly!), dirty talk, switch! Dean, switch! reader, very vocal Dean, brief choking (Dean receiving), creampie.

A/n: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for 3 months again...So classes finished almost 2 months ago and I've been wracking my brain about what to post. I tried finishing some of my drafts and it just wasn't working for me idk. Then, like any normal person, I was randomly watching some SPN bloopers this morning and it got to a scene where Dean said sometimes he wants to get spanked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask and my brain ran with that shit IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm so sorry I couldn't actually write him actually getting spanked without it sounding corny and just wrong to me? But I did write all of this in 7 hours without stopping so I'm honestly proud of it regardless.

Enjoy...

It was a Sunday evening in the bunker, meaning you were responsible for dinner. With that task came the additional task of getting Dean to eat whatever vegetables you cooked without complaining and engaging in a rant that would end with him calling himself the “meat man”.

It’s not that you were concerned about Dean's weight or appearance, after 7 years of marriage you were confident that there was nothing in the world that could make you love Dean Winchester any less. But having a steady diet of beer, beef, and pie was a surefire way to kill any man of Dean’s age faster than any monster or demon.

And God knows you’d do anything to ensure he didn’t die before his time.

Hell, you have before.

Which is why you made Dean agree to eat a side of only vegetables with whatever meat he wanted at least once a week. This week it was string beans and sautéed mushrooms, aka his least favorite vegetable.

But you didn’t have the time to make the 45-minute drive to the grocery store earlier that day so he would have to deal.

Or you wish he would deal…

“Mushrooms? Baby come on,” he complained when you placed his plate before him.

“Hey, it’s all that was left in the fridge. Eat up,” you shrugged, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.

“You know, we could always do no vegetables,” Dean offered with a wide grin.

You chuckled and used a finger to squish his stubbled cheek. “You wish, Winchester.”

He sighed in defeat and turned to pick up his fork.

You looked to make sure Sam was out of earshot before leaning down to where your lips grazed Dean’s ear. “Tell you what, if you eat those vegetables I’ll do that thing you told me about…later” you whispered.

Dean’s eyes lit up immediately, “The thing?” he harshly whispered.

You nodded with a smile.

“Costume and everything?” He made a gesture with his hands.

“Yup, I’ve been hiding the costume for weeks.”

“I’m game” Dean agreed, digging into the mushrooms first.

You turned away to share your own plate with a smile.

“I’m gonna go grocery shopping later,” Sam announced as he sat beside Dean with his plate. He met your eyes, “Anything else you forgot to put on the list?”

“Yeah stop at the liquor store and grab me a bottle of red? I ran out,” you answered sitting across from the boys with your plate.

Sam grabbed a pen and a piece of folded paper from his pocket and added it to his list, “Yeah, no problem. What brand again?”

You swallowed a piece of your chicken with a smirk. “I’m sure you already know seeing as you’re the one who emptied the bottle to the very last drop,” you addressed Sam.

His pen slipped from his grip, his green eyes widening to meet your narrowed ones.

“You drink red wine?” Dean pointed at Sam in disbelief as a laugh rumbled in his chest.

“How did you know?” He asked you, ignoring Dean’s quip.

“I saw you passed out in the library clutching the bottle the other night.”

“Listen Dean finished all the beer and it was the first thing I saw,” he defended himself.

“Oh, you’re getting more creative with your excuses. I'm impressed!” You gushed, sarcasm evident in your tone, “What was it again last week? ‘Oh Eileen wanted to taste some’ " you mimicked his gruff tone causing him to roll his eyes and Dean’s laughter to grow louder. “-when we all know that Eileen is a white wine type of gal.”

"I-" Sam tried to come up with a retort but eventually gave up. “Whatever.”

“Yeah pick up 3 bottles this time in case Eileen wants a taste,” you replied with a grin.

“Three bottles?!” He exclaimed.

“You aren’t the one paying for it, genius,” you reminded him, referring to the unlimited card Charlie hacked for you all those years ago.

“Yeah but I’m gonna have to lug it up here,” Sam mumbled as he stuck his fork into his chicken.

Dinner continued mostly in silence with Sam thinking about the two lousy trips he’d have to make between his car and the kitchen once he returns with the groceries, Dean thinking about the reward he’ll be getting for the vegetables he’s actually grown used to eating, and y/n thinking about all the ways she’s gonna make Dean squirm later.

~ ~ ~

Hours had passed since dinner and Sam was now on his way to the grocery store leaving just you and Dean in the bunker.

To say he was excited would be an understatement.

Dean first told you about this fantasy of his after a case you had months ago required you to take a trip to an adult costume shop to question the owner. It took mere seconds for the image of you in the very specific costume to cross his mind after laying eyes on the packaging.

You laughed at the idea when he told you and silently decided you would try and find the costume.

Of course, he didn’t believe you would actually indulge him but you were actually excited too. Costumes and toys weren’t new territory for you and Dean but they were few and far between with your unpredictable hunting schedules.

Dean now sat at the edge of your shared bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt waiting for you to return like you had promised.

But it had been almost 20 minutes since you left to get changed and his patience was wearing thin. He was seconds away from getting up and coming to see if you needed help or if you were even hurt.

Which you predicted would be the case.

So you had been standing out of sight by the doorway for less than a minute now waiting for him to try and leave.

“Damnit,” Dean eventually gave in to his worries and began to make his way to the door.

You smirked once you heard his determined steps drawing closer.

Dean’s eyes widened once you spun from your hiding spot against the wall to stand before him. “Looking for me?”

You watched his throat bob and his pupils dilate as he took in your full look.

Atop your head and face rested a sexy black Zorro mask and matching hat. You were also wearing a black sleeveless leather top that stopped in your midriff region and had strings tied between your breasts that allowed a whole lot of cleavage to be on display. The leather skirt that accompanied was low-waisted and stopped at your upper thigh, matching the black thong you were wearing beneath.

You had stretched the thin straps of the thong along your hips above the skirt for added flair.

In your right hand, you held a fake silver sword similar to the one Zorro held in the movies, and hanging from the left side of your skirt were two handcuffs ready and waiting to be used.

You were sex on knee-length boot-covered legs.

Dean felt himself growing hard already.

You bit your bottom lip at the way your husband’s eyes roamed your body, hoping the dark red lipstick covering it was as transfer and waterproof as the box advertised.

“You look...stunning,” Dean marveled. The model on the packaging of the costume didn’t come close to how it looked on your body.

Your heart swelled at the compliment before remembering the persona you had practiced for the night ahead. “Oh I know,” you took a step closer and leaned against the doorway. You pointed the sword in Dean’s direction. “Why are you still dressed, Dean?” you asked with furrowed brows and a smile.

A chuckle almost left your lips at the sight of Dean fumbling with his pant strings and tripping over his own legs to send the pajama bottoms flying over to a random corner while throwing off his t-shirt with record speed.

He stood before you in only his boxers, his enjoyment of your costume evident by the bulge in the center.

“Get on the bed.” You told him, your tone not excessively commanding but sexy enough to make him obey immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, quickly sitting and sliding up to the headboard of the bed.

You walked further into the room and placed your sword down before climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling to where Dean sat. His green eyes followed your every move as you moved to straddle him, but not fully.

You then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs attached to your hips and twirled them around your fingers. “How you feeling Dean?” you checked in, your hips hovering above his thighs, making sure to not touch his erection just yet.

“Oh, I feel great. Real great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this great,” he nodded eagerly as you cuffed each of his hands to each bedpost, getting a face full of your boobs in the process.

"You sound nervous," you teased him, "Am I making you nervous baby?"

"Me? Nervous? Pfft!"

You scoffed, not believing him one bit. "What's our safe word?" you asked him gently.

Dean leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow to press a sweet kiss against your stomach. " 'Oklahoma', baby," he grinned.

You then let your clothed ass sink down on his covered erection. Dean groaned and tried to reach for your hips instinctively only to meet the restriction of the handcuffs. “I hope they aren’t too tight 'cause they’re gonna be on there for a while,” you nearly bust out laughing at the look Dean gave you.

“A while?” he repeated, dreading not being able to touch you at a time like this.

You shrugged, “If you behave I might change my mind.”

Before he could argue further, you leaned forward and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your face as your lips drifted to his neck while your hands found themselves in his hair.

A breathy groan slipped past his lips when you nipped a specific spot beneath his ear lobe. “You’re so loud. Maybe I should’ve bought a muzzle,” you whispered in his ear teasingly, feeling his dick jump beneath you at your words. “I'll remember that next time,” you replied to his body's response.

“Baby, do you have any idea how amazing you look? ” Dean gushed, struggling against his restraints as you began to grind your hips against his covered cock.

You smiled and met his lips in a kiss once again. He slipped his tongue between your welcoming lips, allowing his taste to flood your mouth. You pulled away seconds later, nipping his bottom lip, and removed yourself from his lap.

He watched nervously, awaiting your next move while you scooted farther away from him along the bed. You slowly slipped off your boots, your confidence unwavering as you held Dean’s hungry stare.

He watched you use a hand to hold yourself upright before spreading your legs open to reveal the lace thong covering your already-drenched pussy. “Are you about to..." he trailed off, jaw clenched as he spoke.

"Hmm mhm. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it...except watch," you slowly removed your thong and threw it at Dean’s lap. He immediately became hyperaware of the feeling of the wet lace draped over his dick.

You slowly brought two fingers up to your lips and sucked them even slower to coat them in your saliva and give Dean a show before bringing them down to where you needed them the most. You began slow ministrations against your aching clit, pulling moans from yourself that made Dean impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath at the sight, imagining his own fingers parting your folds and rubbing at your swollen clit.

“You are a menace,” Dean laughed in obvious distress, licking his dried lips. He couldn’t handle watching you touch yourself without being able to touch you any longer so he looked away, swallowing harshly at the sound of your wetness against your fingers.

“Look at me Dean,” you mewled, continuing to rub your pussy in small quick circles. He turned reluctantly, watching as you slowly pushed two fingers inside your dripping hole. “See this, baby? It’s all for you,” you said, melting into a moan when your fingers grazed a spot inside you that drew your orgasm closer.

“I gotta taste you, baby,” Dean pleaded, “Open these and let me taste you, please,” he rattled the handcuffs against the bedposts.

The pure agony in his voice had your fingers and breathing speeding up and soon your climax was approaching. Dean’s breathing picked up in response. “Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pressing a thumb to your clit while your fingers kept working inside of you to bring you to the edge.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Dean’s forehead as he watched you keenly. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his self-control draining by the second.

Your eyes remained open and locked onto his, your moans growing louder and borderline pornographic. You were putting on a show and he was losing his mind.

“I’m cumming, fuck-“ you panted as your first orgasm of the night slammed into you and caused you to make a small mess on the sheets beneath you. Your body shook sporadically with aftershocks of your own work

Dean’s head hung low. “Jesus baby,” he huffed, his own voice strangled, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you?”

You smiled as you crawled back up to sit on Dean’s lap, taking your thong and throwing them somewhere unseen. “Ehh maybe,” you replied coyly, straightening your hat and mask. “And since you behaved so well,” you reached a hand down to touch his clothed cock, “I think you deserve a reward,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Dean allowed you to pull his boxers off his body, watching you wrap a hand around his painfully erect cock. “Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.

You slid down to where you could lay flat on your stomach between his legs and leaned down to briefly swirl your tongue around where precum was gathered at the tip.

“Take the hat off and look at me pretty girl,” Dean said.

You complied, throwing the hat off to the edge of the bed before diving down and licking his tip once again, but this time keeping your eyes locked onto his.

“Holy shit,” Dean groaned, his hips twitching upwards. You then opened your mouth and wrapped it around his length, slowly sliding down until your nose was nuzzled at the base, staying there for a few seconds before coming back up for air. “Hell yes, baby that's perfect,” he panted as you began sucking faster along his length, a few lone tears flowing from beneath the mask from the familiar stretch of his cock in your throat.

Your head continued to bob up and down Dean’s length for some time, drawing shallow moans of your name and grunts from him before you finally let up and pressed one last kiss against the side of his cock.

Dean’s chest heaved as you licked your lips and used a hand to wipe your face clean. “Goddamnit," he whined at your sudden stop, feeling his impending orgasm return to its hiding place.

You grabbed your previously discarded Zorro hat and placed it back on your head before hiking your skirt up to allow you more room to move your legs around Dean’s lap. “Can’t have you cumming before I’m done with you sweetheart,” you replied while untying the strings of your top and removing it.

The keys to the handcuffs dropped onto Dean’s lap from where you previously hid them in your top. You had honestly forgotten you put them there but it just presented yet another opportunity to get Dean all whiny and desperate, which was a rarity that you rather enjoyed.

“Oops would you look at that,” you exclaimed playfully, taking them up and dangling them in front of Dean’s eyes.

"Alright baby you broke me. Come on, just let me go, and trust me, I will make it worth your while,” Dean bargained with you.

"As enticing as that sounds," you paused and brought your hand up to caress Dean’s cheek before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled away with a grin. “I love hearing you beg, so no,” you whispered against his lips.

Dean loudly groaned watching you gently place the keys down on the closest nightstand. “Shit,” he shut his eyes.

But they shortly shot open once you used a hand to grip his length and bring it between your dripping folds.

A pleased hum left your lips once the tip glazed your clit causing Dean to swallow harshly. “Aren’t you sick of teasing me,” he hissed.

Fuck no.

You used a free hand to grip the back of his hair. “Take a deep breath for me, Dean,” you told him, feeling his chest rise against yours soon after. And as it fell, you slipped his cock inside your entrance.

You slowly sank down onto his length until it was fully buried inside you, groaning at the welcomed stretch.

“I love those sounds you make for me,” Dean whispered against your lips.

“Oh you’re gonna be making some of those sounds too,” you smirked, clenching around him causing a sharp grunt to reach your ears.

You guided your hips up and down Dean’s length, riding him at a quickening pace. He jerked his hips upward to match your cadence drawing a gasp from your lips when his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “There you go baby,” Dean groaned, “you look so fucking good riding my cock.”

The hat and mask from your costume managed to stay in place as you slammed down on Dean’s cock repeatedly. And it was an image that he would never forget.

Your hand released Dean’s hair and instead found itself wrapped around Dean’s neck as you rode him faster. A whine that shot straight to your cunt escaped his lips when your fingers slightly tightened their grip around his throat.

You suddenly slowed down and instead began to grind your hips against his, moaning loudly when your clit grazed his pelvis. “I’m gonna cum again shit!” You threw your head back in obscene pleasure, releasing Dean's throat and holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Fuck yes. Use my cock to get off, sweetheart,” Dean urged you on before leaning forward to suck one of your nipples as best as he could.

This soon pushed you over the edge, your climax tearing a scream from within you as your hips faltered around Dean’s cock, your hat flying off your head once more. Dean relished in the way your cunt pulsed around him from your orgasm as well as the look of sheer pleasure that crossed your face at that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled up at you, meaning every word.

You kissed his forehead with a smile and reached for the handcuff keys. “I think I’ve tortured you enough,” you freed his right hand first, pressing a kiss against his wrist, then did the same to his left, “This is supposed to be a reward after all.”

Dean’s lips curved into a smirk at his newfound freedom. “Yes it is, sweetheart.”

A surprised yelp left your lips when Dean gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your hat and placed it on his own head before sending you a wink. “And I’m not feeling rewarded just yet.”

You nearly came just from the sight of Dean hovering above you in only that hat. “We’re gonna have to talk about my sexy cowboy fantasy when we’re done here,” you raised a brow.

A low chuckle echoed from Dean’s chest. He reached up and tipped his hat in your direction, “yes ma’am.” He replied with a deep southern drawl.

Your pussy clenched instantly.

“That was hot as fuck,” you breathed.

“Thank you darlin’ “ he replied in the same accent with a wink.

You giggled before pulling him down for a kiss. He pulled away and touched the mask still wrapped around your eyes. “And thank you for doing this for me, baby,” he smiled down at you, “It was so so much better than I imagined.”

“It was definitely my pleasure,” you nodded happily, feeling his hands glide down your sides.

“Was?” He protested playfully. “The night is still young, sweetheart!” He threw your legs over his shoulder causing you to exclaim at the sudden move. He placed a kiss on each of your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance before entering you once again.

“FUCK” you cried out at the sudden intrusion, feeling your eyes well up with tears of pleasure in record time.

Dean pulled out and slammed into you once again, his grip on your legs tightening as he eased into a quick pace.

“YES-Dean holy shit,” you moaned, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head and back arching up and off the bed as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“How’s it feeling baby?” Dean said, bringing a hand down to play with your clit.

“So good, Dean, so fucking good,” you rambled, your skin buzzing with pleasure, “Harder, please, I'm almost there,” you found yourself begging.

“You gonna cum for me already pretty girl?” He sped up his slaughter on your cunt, "Maybe I should make you beg for it?" his voice was low and demeaning but only spurred you on more.

You shook your head adamantly while your hands fumbled around Dean's waist for a solid grip. So he simply released your legs and grabbed your hands before holding them down above your head, driving his cock into you even harder at this new angle.

“Dean!" you broke off into a strangled moan.

Dean’s lips attacked your open neck. “I wish we had neighbors so they could hear you screaming my fucking name,” he all but growled as the sounds of your moans and skin against skin plagued the air.

You came with a yell seconds later, your release coating Dean’s cock and the sheets. “That’s my girl. There you go baby,” he released your hands and held your face, guiding you down from your high.

Your hands gripped Dean’s hair harshly as you kissed his lips and his hips stuttered, his cum coating your insides soon after. You swallowed his grunts as his cock continued to leak and twitch inside you.

Broken pants befell both your lips in between sloppy kisses while your orgasms passed and your shared spend flowed between your legs. You eventually released his lips for air, “That was-“

“-Incredible,” he mirrored your thoughts, removing your hat from his head. Dean used a hand to remove your mask and brush a few strands of hair behind your ears once he moved to lie down beside you.

“Hi,” you grinned in awe of the man you called your husband. “Hey sweetness,” he grinned back, adoration evident in his deep green eyes.

Your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. He quickly grabbed his previously discarded t-shirt and used it to clean up the mess between your legs before throwing it in the laundry basket nearby.

You snuggled into his side once he returned to the bed.

“So uhh what was it you were saying about your cowboy kink?” Dean smugly asked after a few seconds.

“Goddamnit Dean,” you shamefully groaned into his side, gaining a chuckle from him.

ANDDD SCENE!

Hope it wasn't too bad seeing as I gave up on editing it like 75% through it.

Tbh I highly doubt more than 20 people are gonna see this because I have no idea how strong the Supernatural fandom's presence is on here, which also means that I don't know if anyone has used a plot like this one before so don't be afraid to let me know if that is the case and I will make changes as I see fit!

(Also let me know if you want a sequel one shot with sexycowboy! Dean and reader. Or feel free to make any other requests)

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[aphrodyx]

We’re all we have

supernatural oneshot: Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester x y/n (mainly Dean)

tw//: mentions of death, mentions of suicide, self-hate, victim-blaming, and mentions of being unlovable

synopsis: you’ve been waiting for your brothers to come back from their hunting trip, however, you and Dean get in an argument. It makes you question his thoughts about you and your place in the family.

fem! reader x sam winchester, fem! reader x dean winchester, family au, some angst, and some foul language

an: sorry if this is shit, i just luv my bbs 🙁

It’s been a while, too long even. It’s been over a week since Sam and Dean went on their hunt in Valentine, Nebraska. It was suppose to be only a nest of vampires. Seven? Eight? Maybe nine? They could take them easily, so why is it taking them forever to return my calls. One last time, I swear if he doesn’t answer…

Pang! Pang! Pang!

“Open up y/n!” Dean’s voice muffled through the metal.

Seriously? Now they come what the hell. I rush to the door to open it.

“Hey! Hey! How’s my favorite girl doing?” Dean walks in shuffling around me, down the stairs to the table.

“Dude c’mon— hey y /n… how are you” Sam stopping in his tracks to acknowledge me with a soft smile.

“I’m angry and you know that, what the hell Sam!” I turn haltingly and follow Dean.

I pace around Dean, angrily waiting for an explanation. They were gone for seven full days with zero contact, and it’s not like we had an argument. Over 70 messages sent and 50 missed calls, I thought of the worse. They could have been dead in a ditch or heads ripped off; why didn’t they call me, text me, sent cass, absolutely anything to me to make sure they were still alive.

“Dean, I need answers right now!”

“Y/n, I’m sorry okay… I should’ve texted you. We’re alright, see?” Dean spins in a 360, showing himself injure-free.

“No! I’m sick a tired of these excuses, you’ve been so distant. You’re so quick to go from one hunt to another, your not slowing down at all. Im worried about you. You’re not eating good or sleep properly, and when was the last time you took a shower. Seriously?

“Y/n…” Dean starts getting frustrated walking up to her.

“Y/n…” Sam interferes, trying to calm her down.

“No! fucking talk to me! What’s the matter with you!” I slam my fist down on the table.

“My dad is dead! Do you know what’s that like? To have your father taken away from you and not even knowing who did it!” He slams his fist down, kicking a chair away.

“Dean, calm down please. Yelling at each other isn’t going to mend our problem right now” Sam puts his hand on his older brother’s shoulder.

“I lost him too, you know? He was like my dad too Dean?” I say up in his face.

“He wasn’t your dad though, as much as you think he was” He pushes around y/n and storms off to his room.

I stand there. Zero thoughts flooding my mind. Am I angry? Upset? I don’t even know. I know we aren’t actually siblings and I know John wasn’t my real dad, but… he took care of me. He took me in when no one else would, fed me, gave me a roof over my head, and a family: sam and dean. Why would he say that to me… did he really not consider me as his sister… as his family? I sniffle a bit, crouching down on the floor.

“Y/n…” sam says quietly, sitting down with me on the floor. “You know Dean didn’t mean that.. John was your dad too. He was a dad to all of us, you know… he takes grief harder than the rest of us”

Sniffle… Sniffle… Sniffle

“Still, I don’t know… that felt different” I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. “He’s never raised his voice up at me… I never wanted anything less for him.”

“I know… me too… it’s just been a rough couple of weeks, he’s been sleeping terribly and drinking a whole lot more than usual” Sam rubs his face with his hands.

“It’s my fault though… I should’ve returned your calls and texts. I know you mean the best for both of us; I’ll be honest, it’s been rough for me too. I just… I don’t know ive kept my phone on silent and just didn’t want to deal with anyone… even you.”

Hearing sam confess his true feelings felt like a demon blade right through my chest. He didn’t want to talk to me either. All this time, they’ve been grieving. Maybe I didn’t truly understand, John did raise them all their lives. Their mom died when Dean was just four years old and sam at six months. I don’t know anything about how they feel. They’re broken and lost. A piece of them has been shattered and they can never get that back.

“Im sorry Sam. Im so sorry, ive been so selfish and I wasn’t caring about you guys at all and I-“

“No. Stop, you are the most caring, loving, kind-spirited person I know and I love you so so much. Dean is just… We’re just… We have a hard time regulating our emotions especially right now. If we give ourselves the chance to sit down properly, we’re going to lose our minds.” Sam exhales fast, holding his thoughts in for so long.

“It’s not you, I swear. But he shouldn’t have done that to you, it was fucked up and he knows it. I promise he will come around and apologize, you know he’s stubborn so it might take a couple of days, hours if you’re lucky, but knowing Dean… were pretty lucky all the time., right?” Sam chuckles, glancing at y/n’s glossy eyes. “Please stop crying, it hurts me a lot more than it does for you to see you like this.”

“I know… I’m okay...”

I had doubts, I know Sam says Dean said that out of frustration but I don’t know. I’ll give him some time though, I know he looked up to his dad for everything. He cared so much for him in deep admiration and devotion. Just like how I feel about Sam and Dean. I push myself off the floor, dried tears smudged on my cheeks.

“Rest now, you’ve had a long day, and there should be Chinese take out in the kitchen” I hug Sam: rubbing his hands up and down, letting him know I’ll be alright.

—————— ————time skip———————————

I lay down on my bed with music blasting in my headphones, listening to “Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas; Dean’s favorite song. He told me anytime I’m upset, mad, happy, or confused I can always play this song and I’ll know what to do. I gave him space for a couple of hours and now I can’t fall asleep. I hate being in any grey area with Dean, he took care of me after John was gone on hunts as well. He was always there for Sam and I.

I hear a quiet knock at the door.

“Come in” I sit up, taking off my headphones to see who’s about to walk into my room.

“Hey… can we talk?” Dean says leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, what’s up” I scoot over making room for the both us on my twin xl bed.

“Y/n… Im so so sorry for how I acted with you today, I was a complete fucking jerk and I didn’t mean anything I said.” Dean spits out disappointingly. “John— dad. You lost him too, not just me nor Sam. You. You lost the only man who ever cared for you, loved you, knew you”

“Dean—“

“No. Let me continue. Dad was in your life for fifteen years. Fifteen! What right did I have to say that he wasn’t your dad either? I knew you since I was twelve, sammy was seven. We grew up together. We’re always and will be family. How the fuck could I say that to you?” Dean covers his face in his hands in shame.

“Y/n, ive been so selfish, I should’ve stopped what I was doing after dad died and just been there for you, for sammy. He’s been trying to stop me from going on all these hunts, but I won’t listen. I never listen. That’s my problem, im such an idiot.”

“Please forgive me, I didn’t mean it at all. Ive been in my head and these aren’t excuses but it’s just been so hard. It’s just always been so hard, and now dad gone just feels like my breaking point. I should’ve replied back to your calls and texts, Ive just been so angry and I just needed to kill. I needed to get out all these thoughts, and the voices out. I couldn’t stand a second staying in the bunker.” Dean’s softly sobbing now uncontrollably.

“Dean… I know… I just know how close you were with dad, I should’ve considered what would happen-“

“No, you shouldn’t consider anything. Im the oldest, I shouldve been there for you, and not the other way around. It’s just been so suffocating lately. I can’t breathe, I can’t walk, I can’t eat, for life doesn’t feel real anymore.”

I scoot closer to Dean, picking up his head.

“Don’t talk like that, we’re here still: sam, cass, and me. Your family is still here and we care so much for you. We are so loved Dean, please see that. I know it’s hard right now but going through this alone, and isolating yourself? That isn’t the way to go, we will get through this together. Like we always do. Family sticks together, Winchesters forever”

Dean’s glossy eyes reaches y/n’s; he reaches out, grasping to the sides of head, and brings it closer to him. Kissing the middle of her forehead, he says, “I never deserved you.”

“I never deserved you; I never knew I’d get loved like this ever again from people. Until John came, and told me it’s okay to come home with him. He told me he’d protect and care for me. But within all that, I never knew I would get two amazing brothers along the way.”

Dean rests his forehead against y/n’s. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it. Dean has always been this hard core man from the outside, but truly he’s just a hurt child. He always has been. It hasn’t been easy for him: losing his mom, being forced into the family business, surviving each hunt, and caring for sam. I could never blame his behavior now, he just hasn’t had the time to heal. He needs to heal, but he can’t.

“I love you a lot Dean, I hope you know that. I truly do.” I kiss the side of his head.

“I know you do, I love you a lot too y/n, you’re my little sister. Forgive me please.”

“I forgive you… but no more hunts, at least for now, we need to all take time and grieve, and spend some time together. No hunting business, no demon or angel business, just family. We can even go see Jodie for a few days?”

“Thank you y/n, seriously. Thank you for forgiving me because I don’t think I would have been able to sleep tonight if you didn’t. And yeah whatever you want to do: a family trip! Seeing Jodie will be amazing, little trip into the forest to the cabin.” Dean smiles facing y/n while pushing her hair out of her face.

“Perfect! We’ll tell Sam in the morning, it’s almost three a.m. we should probably try to sleep now.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he gets up and walks towards the door. Turning around abruptly, he says “thank you again, sweetheart. I know I let my emotions get the best of me, but I’ll try. I’ll try because I don’t want to make you feel like you don’t belong in this family. I could never let myself live again if I said that to you again.”

“I know Dean, trust me I do. Im glad we talked, dad wouldn’t have wanted this between us would he now?”

“No, he wouldn’t. He’s probably calling me an asshole for saying that to you, Im definitely on his bad side right now.”

“He knows we’re struggling, he won’t blame you and neither will I.”

Dean chuckles, smiling to the ceiling. I can still see how broken he feels inside, but it won’t go away in one night. It’ll take time and im willingly to help him out, im willing to help them both out.

“Goodnight y/n” Dean whispers

“Goodnight Dean” I whisper back.

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Mystery Spot

Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)

Summary: While Sam, Dean and Ellie are investigating the disappearance of a man from a tourist location, Dean and Ellie are shot and killed.

Disclaimers: blood, gunshots, death(lots of it), stabbing

Word Count: 10.6k

S E R I E S   M A S T E R L I S T

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Broward County, Florida

Sam's POV

It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes flying open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean yelled over the music.

“Dude. Asia?” Ellie asked, watching Dean skeptically.

“Come on, Sam loves this song and he knows it.”

I rubbed my tired face, trying to soothe my racing heart. “Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I’m gonna kill myself.”

Dean reached back behind him, turning the volume louder and louder. “What?” he shouted, motioning to his ears. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you!”

It was the heat of the moment

I laughed, rolling my eyes as he began dancing, pointing his finger at me and shaking his hips, getting up, and dancing all the way to the bathroom.

The heat of the moment shone in your eyes

The small motel bathroom was less than ideal for three people at once, but nonetheless, we managed to work around the sink. I squeezed the thick toothpaste onto my toothbrush, examining it with concern as to whether or not it was toxic, Ellie was pulling her long hair back into a ponytail, nearly elbowing Dean in the eye as he gargled mouth wash for what felt like an eternity. I watched him, my eyebrows coming together as he glanced at me sideways, smiling before spitting it into the sink.

“That’s not a talent, you know.” Ellie said, pulling her hair through the hair tie, not before the black band snapped between her fingers, sending it soaring to the other corner of the bathroom. “Dammit.”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try to beat my record.”

“What’s your record?”

Dean checked his watch, stopping the timer. “Three minutes!”

Ellie shook her head, grabbing another hair tie. “You need a hobby.”

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“Whenever you’re ready, Dean.” I said from the doorway. Ellie stood beside me, arms crossed over her chest as we watched Dean frantically scour the motel room. Dean stopped at his duffel bag, pulling out numerous shirts, pairs of pants, socks, and…a bra? 

He held it up, looking to me as he smirked, “This yours?” I glared at him, but Dean only laughed, taking his sweet time as he threw it back into the bag before finally pulling out his gun. “Aha! Bingo.”

“Dean, we’re going for breakfast not a heist,” I said, even though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take my gun with me everywhere I went, too.

“Can never be too careful. Now, who’s ready for some food?”

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We entered the diner just around the corner from our motel room, walking in as an old man was handed his change, making his way out the door.

“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.” A waitress holding a pot of coffee said to a man sitting at the counter. He pulled a few coins out of his pocket, sliding them to her.

“Some coffee.”

Ellie and I slid into a booth next to each other, Dean on the other side who was already looking at the specials for Tuesday. A pig was drawn on a large whiteboard hanging above the counter.

“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean smiled, pointing to the menu.

“Do you even know what that is?” Ellie asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

Before Dean could begin to think of a smartass answer, the waitress came to the table, notepad in hand. “You kids ready?”

“Yes! I’ll have the special, a side of bacon and a coffee,” Dean said.

“Make it two coffees and a short stack,” I said, Ellie nodding in agreement.

“You got it.”

Dean leaned forward over the table after the waitress had left. “I’m telling you guys this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.”

Ellie groaned, “Can we have one week where we don’t have to worry about her going around fucking everything up?”

“Wow,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Fine. Let’s get right on that,” she said sarcastically. “Where is she again?”

“Shut up,” Dean groaned.

“Look, believe me, I want to find her just as bad as you do,” I said this time, but Ellie was right. I pulled out the folded newspaper from my coat. “In the meantime, we have this.”

Dean picked up the papers, looking them over as he recalled the research we’d done before making the six hour drive here. “Alright, so this professor-”

“Dexter Hasselback,” Ellie chimed in. “He was passing through town last week when he vanished.”

“Last known location?”

I pulled a pamphlet from the stack of papers. “His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot.”

Dean snatched the booklet, flipping it over in his hands as he read the back cover: “’Where the laws of physics have no meaning!’. What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

The waitress returned to the table, her tray balanced on one hand. “Three coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the-” the bottle of hot sauce teetered on the tray she was holding before it fell to the ground, shattering on the floor next to me. The waitress smiled sheepishly. “Crap. Sorry…Clean up!”

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Leaving the restaurant, we took a sharp left down the sidewalk, keeping clear of the dog barking at our heels.

“Sam you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right?” Dean said skeptically as we walked down the sidewalk. “I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. The only danger’s to your wallet.”

“Okay, look. I’m just saying there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people- the Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex.”

“Broward County Mystery Spot?” Ellie questioned, her eyebrows raised.

“Well, sometimes these places are legit!”

“Alright so if it is legit- and that’s a big ass ‘if’- what’s the lore?” Dean asked just as a woman, seemingly coming out of nowhere, bumped roughly into Dean’s arm.

“Excuse me,” she said quickly, clutching a stack of paper close to her chest.

“The lore’s pretty freaking nuts, actually,” I went on as Ellie rolled her eyes at Dean who smirked back at the woman. “I mean, they say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space-time, sending victims nobody knows where.”

“Sounds a little X-Files to me.”

“I told you it wouldn’t fit!” A man yelled to another as they struggled to fit a piano inside a door nearly half its size.

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!” the other man hollered back.

“Alright, look, I’m not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we got to check it out, see if we can do something.”

Ellie nodded, “I’m with Bigfoot on this one.”

“Alright, alright,” Dean gave in. “We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.”

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I picked the lock to the entrance of the Mystery Spot, pushing the door open as we entered a hallway, painted green with a continuous black swirl going ‘round and ‘round the room. We held our flashlights close, Ellie pointed the EMF detector at each wall, waiting for it to spike. As we walked further into the room, Dean flashed his light onto the ceiling where, sure enough, a table accompanied by an ashtray and a lamp were nailed to the ceiling. “Wow. Uncanny.”

“Find anything?” I asked Ellie who scanned the EMF detector over every corner of the room. I examined a table that seemed to be resting on just one leg.

“No.”

“Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” Dean asked me.

I hesitated, “Uh…yeah…no.”

“That sounds more like it,” he nodded as I continued wandering around the room, flashing my light on the random knick knacks scattered on counters and the walls.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me, a high pitched voice that sounded terrified, “What the hell you doing here?”

The three of us whipped around, immediately training our guns on a man in a button down shirt, holding a shotgun. He shook, shielding his eyes from the light but stood strong, holding the gun tight.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We can explain,” Dean said, holding up the hand that held his gun.

The man swiftly switched positions, pointing the gun at Ellie now, my heart leaping into my throat as he swung the weapon around. “You robbing me?!”

Ellie held her hands in the air. “Look, nobody’s robbing you. Calm down.” Dean lowered his weapon, motioning for me to do the same.

“Don’t move!” The man yelled, now pointing the gun back to Dean. “Don’t move!”

“I’m just putting the gun down-”

Before any of us could even fathom what was happening, two gunshots went off, one right to the middle of Dean’s chest, the other in the middle of Ellie’s.

“Ellie! Dean!” I screamed, running toward the two of them as they gripped their chests just over the bullet holes, blood seeping through their fingers. I bent down in between them, grabbing them by their shoulders one at a time, bouncing between them because I couldn’t even fathom where to start. “Hey…hey!”

The two of them shook in pain, gripping my jacket sleeves as they struggled to breathe. My heart twisted in pain as I quickly shot a look to the man who stood, gun now on the ground as he watched in shock. “Call 911-”

“I- I didn’t mean-”

“Now!”

I turned back to Ellie and Dean as they sputtered, now beginning to choke on the blood that coated their teeth and dribbled down onto their chins. “Hey, hey, no. God, no- not like this. C’mon!”

I watched, struggling to help them but all I could do was hold them close as they gasped for air before taking their last breaths, their eyes fluttering to a close.

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes whipping open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

My eyes bounced between the two of them to the alarm clock on the bedside table, concern and most of all, relief, filling me. Weren’t they…dead?

“Dude. Asia,” Dean smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. The music continued playing as they went about their routine, just like yesterday.

“Dean,” I said, nearly a whisper.

“Oh, come on! You love this song and you know it.” Just like yesterday, Dean reached behind him, turning the music up louder making Ellie roll her eyes. I watched as Dean began to dance, swiveling his hips on the bed before dancing his way to the bathroom. Again.

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I downed a whole cup of water, sloshing it around in my mouth as I thought about the morning. Everything from Asia, to Dean dancing, the bathroom, even down to Ellie nearly elbowing Dean in the eye as she tied her hair back.

I watched Dean intently as he gurgled the mouthwash again before spitting it out into the sink. “What?”

I shook my head, this had to be a dream. An incredibly fucked up dream. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

“You all right?” El asked, tightening her hair into place when the rubber band snapped, sending it flying over my head to the corner of the bathroom. I looked down at it on the floor. It was the only one there, the one from the day before was gone. “Dammit.”

“No. I think I…” I stared at my bed, feeling on edge. “Man, I had a weird dream.”

“Yeah?” Dean asked, picking something in between his front two teeth. “Clowns or midgets?”

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“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I watched the exchange, my mind had to be playing tricks on me. It had to be because I hadn’t been sleeping well lately…

“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.”

At the sound of this, I turned slightly on my heels, watching as the waitress waited, the man at the counter counting his change, sliding it over to her.

“Coffee.”

I shook my head, trying to figure it all out as we slid into the same booth, with me closest to the window. I tried to shake this feeling that something was not right, thankful just that they were both in front of me, alive.

“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean said, pointing to the menu, making my head pop up. I eyed Ellie, waiting for any strange reaction from her but she just laughed, shaking her head.

“Do you even know what that-”

“It’s Tuesday?” I interjected.

Dean and Ellie side-eyed each other. “Yeah?”

This day was getting weirder and weirder. I sat back in the booth as the same waitress came, her notepad in hand. “Are you kids ready?”

“Yes! I’ll have the special, side of bacon, and a coffee,” Dean smiled.

“Make that two coffees and a short stack.”

My head bobbed between Dean, Ellie and the waitress, my eyes wide. “Uh, nothing for me. Thanks.”

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

After the waitress was out of earshot, Dean began talking, staring out the window, “I’m telling you guys, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.”

“Can we have one week where we don’t have to worry about her going around fucking everything up?” Ellie groaned, just like yesterday. I bounced my knee up and down nervously, constantly checking over my shoulder.

“Hey,” Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “You with us?”

“What?”

“You sure you feel okay?” Ellie asked.

I sighed, struggling to find the right words without sounding crazy, “You don’t…you don’t remember any of this?”

Ellie and Dean watched me in confusion. “Remember what?”

“This. Today. Like- like its…like its happened before?” I felt like the world was going topside.

“You mean like deja vu?” Dean asked, nodding.

“No. I mean like its- like it’s really happened before.”

“Yeah. Like deja vu,” Ellie echoed.

“No! Forget about deja vu!” I nearly shouted, trying to calm myself down before I flipped out entirely. “I’m asking you if it feels like- like we’re living yesterday all over again.”

The two of them sat silently in the booth, watching me in confusion before Dean began to speak slowly, “Okay…how is that not dej-”

“Don’t! Don’t say it!” I said firmly, my eyes wild as I stopped him before he went any further. “Just don’t even-”

“Two coffees- black,” the waitress said, coming back to the table. I watched the hot sauce as it teetered again against the edge of the tray. “And some hot sauce for the- whoops!” Quickly, I reached my hand out, grabbing the bottle in mid air before it came crashing down onto the floor in a million pieces.

I looked at the bottle in my hand as the waitress gasped, “Thanks!”

She sat down the rest of our food before leaving. Dean smiled at me, sticking his fork into his food. “Nice reflexes.”

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I watched over my shoulder, eyeing the same dog that was tied to the bike rack the day before.

“Sam, I’m sorry, but, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Ellie said as we continued down the sidewalk.

“Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right?” I began, knowing I sounded crazy but couldn’t find it in me to care. “But today is Tuesday, too!”

Dean raised his eyebrows, nodding once, “Yeah. No. Good. You’re totally balanced.”

“So you don’t believe me?” 

Dean and Ellie laughed, just as Dean was roughly bumped in the arm again by the same woman who held a stack of papers in her hands. “Excuse me.”

“Look, I’m just saying that it’s crazy, you know?” Ellie said this time, hands stuffed in her pockets. “Even for us crazy-”

“Yeah like, dingo-ate-my-baby crazy!” Dean said, eyeing me as I shook my head in disbelief. “Hey, maybe it’s like your psychic shit, you know?”

“No! That’s not it, I’m telling you, this is something much different. Look…we were at the Mystery Spot, and then…” I thought about the rest of what had happened, specifically how it all ended.

“…And then what?” Ellie prodded.

I bit the inside of my lip, desperately trying to push away the awful images of their deaths. There was no use in worrying them. “Then...then I woke up.”

“I told you it wouldn’t fit!”

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!”

“Wait a minute!” I said suddenly, turning to them as if a light bulb had switched on over my head. “The Mystery Spot! You think maybe it…”

“Maybe what?”

“We gotta check that place out,” I said, making Dean groan. “Just go with me on this.”

“Alright. Alright, we’ll go tonight after close, get ourselves a nice long look.”

Immediately, my heart sank. “Wait. What? No.”

“Why not?” Ellie asked, her eyebrows inched together.

I hesitated. “Let’s just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded!”

Ellie and Dean glanced at each other, eyes wide before Dean turned back to me, starting down the street again. “My God, you’re a freak.”

“You guys!”

“Okay! Whatever. We’ll go now.”

I sighed, hoping that once we figured all of this out we would finally get me out of this loop I seemed to be trapped in. I watched as they began to cross the street, falling slightly behind. I had just set foot on the crosswalk when suddenly a car came barreling down the end of the street, plowing straight into the two of them. I shielded myself as they flew in the air before landing roughly face down on the pavement, the car screeching to a halting stop.

“No, no no no no!” I ran toward them, rolling them onto their backs, their faces coated in blood. I sat, shocked, as I whipped my head toward the driver of the car. Mr. Pickett from the diner stuck his head out of the driver’s side window.

“Hey, Dean…Ellie, c’mon!” I held them, moving their hair back from their faces, tears welling in my eyes from seeing them die for the second time in a row.

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes flying open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

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I watched from the doorway as Dean gargled his mouthwash next to Ellie who cursed as yet another hair tie broke around her fingers. My heart sank at the sight. It was Tuesday. Again.

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“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke.”

“Do you even know what that-”

“Would you guys listen to me? ‘Cause I am flipping out,” I said in a stern voice but they only watched me in confusion as the waitress came by the table.

“Are you three ready?”

I immediately jumped in, reciting their orders from memory because I needed to get to the bottom of whatever was happening, “They’ll take the special, side of bacon, two coffees and a short stack. Nothing for me, thanks.”

The waitress raised her eyebrows, tapping on her notepad with her pen. “You got it.”

I rubbed a hand down my face as I sat back against the booth, bouncing my leg up and down. Dean smirked, “Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.”

“Quit screwing around, Dean,” I said, my arms now on the table. I was so anxious I could hardly sit still.

“Alright, we’re listening,” Ellie said. I could tell she was trying not to laugh. “So…now you think you’re in some kind of a...what?”

“Time loop.”

“Like Groundhog Day?” Dean asked this time.

“Yes! Exactly. Like Groundhog Day.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean nodded, a smile playing at his lips.

This was becoming increasingly old, quick. “So you don’t believe me?”

They laughed, “It’s- it’s just a little crazy. Even for us…crazy. You know like-”

“Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy?” I finished.

Dean’s eyes flicked up to me, “How’d you know I was gonna say that?”

“Because you’ve said it before, Dean! That’s my whole point, and- and when Ellie puts her hair up she always snaps the first hair tie. I’ve lived this day for the third time already!”

They watched me, their eyes raking over my face as if deciding whether to believe me or to call me crazy when the waitress came by again, as expected. “Two coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops!” Without even reacting, I stuck out my hand, catching the bottle before setting it back down on the table. “Thanks.”

“Nice reflexes.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I knew it was gonna happen.”

“Okay, look,” Ellie tried. “I’m sure that there’s some sort of explanation-”

“You’re just gonna have to go with me on this, alright? You just have to. You owe me that much.”

“Calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I can’t calm down. I can’t because…” I took in a sharp breath, stopping myself.

“Because what?” Ellie asked. She seemed more concerned than anything, now. 

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again, “Because you guys die today.”

There was a beat of silence before Dean spoke, “We’re not gonna die. Not today, at least.”

“Twice now,” I said, barely above a whisper. “I’ve watched you die…and I can’t-” I shook my head, my chest tightening as understanding settled over them. “I won’t do it again, okay? And you two are just gonna have to believe me. Please.”

“Alright,” Dean said after another moment of silence had passed and Ellie nodded her head in agreement. “I still think you’re nuts but…” Dean watched me, probably noticing how utterly terrified I looked, his face falling. “Okay. Whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”

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Barking dog. Check.

“Excuse me.” Check.

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!” Check.

I ran through the list in my head, mentally ticking all of them off as we walked down the sidewalk.

“And you think this cheesy ass tourist trap has something to do with it?” Dean asked as we passed the men trying to carry the piano up the narrow stairs.

“Maybe it’s the real deal, you know?” Ellie suggested. “The magnetic fields bending space-time or whatever.”

“I don’t know that all seems a little too X-Files for me.”

“There’s no other way to explain it, Dean!” I said defensively, tired of hearing the same dialogue over and over again.

“Alright! Alright. We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.”

I held out a hand, signaling for them to stop. “No, no, no. We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you guys…” I hesitated, not even wanting to say the words let alone think about it.

“We what?” Dean questioned, raising his eyebrows at my hesitation. “We die there?”

“Blown away, actually.”

“Huh,” Dean said, deep in thought. “Okay. Let’s go now.”

Dean and Ellie set off the cross the street, leaving me a few strides behind when I remembered the day before. Instantly, I was airborne, flying toward them as I clutched their jackets, yanking them back onto the sidewalk as Mr. Pickett flew by in his car, yelling obscenities out the window. Dean laughed lightly, watching the car fly down the street. “Shit. Thanks, Sam.”

Ellie watched me as I breathed heavily and uneasily, just narrowly avoiding their death again. She pointed to the car that became farther and farther away. “What...did he-”

“Yesterday,” I confirmed. “Yeah.”

“And?” Dean butted in.

I raised my eyebrows, shaking my head, “And what?”

“Did it look cool? Like in the movies?”

I sighed, having to bite my tongue before looking him dead in the eyes, “You peed yourself.”

Dean was taken aback, a disgusted look crawling over his face as Ellie held back her laughter. “Of course I peed myself...a man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!”

Slowly, as Ellie and Dean turned around, they did a double take, checking each side of the street before continuing on our way to the Mystery Spot.

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“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” the owner of the Mystery Spot said to us, the same guy that shot Ellie and Dean just two days ago. I kept my hand hovered over my gun, not taking my eyes off of him. “We could use all the good ink we can get.”

“How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?” Ellie asked. We’d decided that the best angle to take this from was as journalists, looking to write a story about the Mystery Spot.

“Well, my family’s been guarding the secrets here since you don’t want to know when,” he said, eyeing Dean who was writing notes down on the notepad in his hands.

“So you’d know if anything strange happened?”

“Strange?” Mr. Carpiak said. “Strange happens here all the time. It’s a mystery spot.”

“What exactly does that mean?” I asked this time, wishing he’d cut straight to the point instead of trying to sell his business crap to us.

“Well, uh…it’s where the laws of physics…have no meaning,” he said, reciting the words from the back of the pamphlet. Mr. Carpiak held out his hand, flipping it from palm side up to palm side down as if that were supposed to mean something. Dean watched him, eyebrows cinched together at the gesture.

“Okay. Like how?” I asked, my voice rising in frustration.

Mr. Carpiak gestured behind him at the line of families, eagerly searching through the Mystery Spot. “Take the tour.”

I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of what to say to the guy. Thankfully, Dean took over once he’d seen how upset I was becoming. “The guy who went missing -- Dexter Hasselback -- he take the tour?”

Mr. Carpiak smiled in confusion, his eyes bouncing between the three of us. “Hold on a minute. What kind of article is this?”

“Just answer the question,” I blurted.

He glared at me, a burning anger behind his white smile. “The police scoured every inch of this place, they couldn’t find that man. I never seen him before. We’re a family establishment-”

“Listen to me,” I warned, taking a step toward the man who couldn’t have been any taller than Ellie was. His eyes went wide. “There’s something weird going on here. Now, do you know anything about it or not?”

“Okay, look,” Mr. Carpiak began, holding his hands up as he whispered. “Guys, um, give it a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, alright? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds.”

I curled my hand around the hilt of the gun when a hand pulled me back. “Okay, Kojak,” Dean said, grabbing me by the arm. “Lets get some air.” He leaned in close to me, whispering, “And let go of the gun.” My chest rose and fell heavily as I finally loosened my grip, my hand falling to my side.

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“Well I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought. It’s full of crap,” Dean said as we left the Mystery Spot.

“So what is it, then?” I asked, hoping one of them would have some kind of answer. “What the hell is happening to us?”

“I don’t know,” Ellie said, shaking her head before she stopped us in the middle of the sidewalk, holding an arm out, her eyes closed in concentration. “Alright, let me just…so, everyday, we die?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s when you wake up again, right?”

I thought about it before nodding, “Yeah.”

“So let’s make sure we don’t die.” I scoffed, knowing it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I’m serious! If Dean and I make it to tomorrow then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out.”

I paused, contemplating whether it could actually work. “Do you think?”

Dean shrugged, “Worth a shot to me. I say we grab some takeout, head back to the motel, lay low until midnight.” I hesitated as him and Ellie nodded, agreeing to the plan. “Alright, good. Who wants Chinese?”

Then, as if it had fallen straight from the sky, a large piano came slicing through the air, smashing Ellie and Dean under it like two pancakes, blood splattering the side of the building. Something straight out of a cartoon. My eyes went wide as they met the man next to the building who held a rope in between his hands, the other man stuck his head out of the second story window, both of their mouths agape.

I sighed, my shoulders slumping forward, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding-”

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

I glanced around the room from where I sat in bed, Dean lacing up his boots as Ellie pulled her coat on. Slowly, I laid back down on the pillows, wishing I knew what to do.

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“I still think you’re nuts, but whatever this is, we’ll figure it out,” Dean said, eyes wide after I had quietly told them about the last three days.

“Thanks,” I managed out halfheartedly, my head resting on one of my palms while we sat in the same booth at the same diner.

Dean and Ellie glanced at each other before Ellie spoke up, “So, uh…if you’re stuck in Groundhog Day, why? What’s behind it?”

I sat up straighter in my seat. “First I thought it was the Mystery Spot, now I’m not so sure.”

“What do we do?”

“Well, we keep you guys breathing, try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that’s the only thing I can think of.”

Dean shrugged, probably trying to make me feel better, “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

I laughed shortly, “Yeah, right. I’ve watched you two die a few times now, and I can’t ever seem to stop it.”

“Well, nothing’s set in stone,” Ellie said, trying to reassure me but I’d only feel better once I was out of this godforsaken loop.

“You say I order the same thing everyday, right?” Dean asked, my eyes flicking up to him.

“Yeah. Pig ‘n a poke, side of bacon.”

Dean nodded before turning toward the counter where our waitress stood, calling out to her, “Excuse me, sweetheart.” She turned from where she was talking to one of the other waitresses, smiling. “Can I get sausage instead of bacon?”

“Sure thing, hon.”

Dean turned to me, giving me his best smile, “See? Different day already. You see, if we all decide that El and I aren’t gonna die, El and I aren’t gonna die.” I smiled slightly to myself, the day already seemed to be looking up.

As the waitress rounded the corner she set three plates of food in between Ellie and Dean. They both smiled, “Thank you.”

Using their forks, Dean pierced one of the sausages, biting into it, as Ellie made a show of cutting a piece of pancake and stuffing it into her mouth, eliciting a small laugh from me as I just shook my head. All seemed to be looking up until I heard two small coughs turning into both of them clawing at their throats, their faces becoming red.

“Dean? El?” I said, my face going white as they dropped their forks and flopped onto the table. “Guys?”

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

“You mean we can’t even go out for breakfast?” Dean called from the bathroom where he was taking a shower.

“You’ll thank me when it’s Wednesday!” I yelled back. I watched with nervous anticipation as Ellie straightened her hair in the bathroom mirror.

“Whatever that means,” Dean mumbled to himself. I sat on my bed, trying to plan out the most risk free day I could when I heard a loud squeak from the bathroom followed by Dean screaming out in pain. At the same time, the straightener in Ellie’s hands burst into flames-

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It was the heat of the moment

We sat around the motel table, taking the first bite of tacos we’d just unwrapped, Ellie and Dean taking the first bites of them. My mouth hovered over mine as I watched their expressions, their jaws pausing mid-chew.

Ellie examined hers, “Do these tacos taste funny to you?”

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It was the heat of the moment

“Move the lamp that way!” Ellie yelled to Dean who was holding the power cord, reaching down to plug it in as Ellie yanked the lamp toward her, electricity traveled up the power cord and through the lamp-

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It was the heat of the moment

I swung the ax over my shoulder as I brought it to the wall in one swift motion, hitting the same spot each time as I sought out to tear down the Mystery Spot for good. Dean helped me with his own ax, much to his protest.

Ellie squatted down next to Mr. Carpiak who we tied and duct taped to a chair. “Everybody’s fine. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, okay?” She said, trying to calm him even though she herself was probably slightly afraid of me, who ruthlessly tore at the wall. “Sam? Maybe you should drop the ax and let this guy go. What do you say?”

Dean turned to Ellie, begging for an end to whatever I was having them do. He had already sweat through his shirt but I showed no signs of slowing down. I let off on the wall, turning to look at the two of them. I held the ax, pointing it to the wall. “Something’s got to be going on here. I intend to find out what.”

“Place is tore up pretty good, Sam,” Dean panted. “Time to give it a rest.”

“No!” I shouted in anger. “I’m gonna take it down to studs.” I threatened as I swung at the wall again.

Ellie laughed lightly to the owner as if to say, “It’s fine, he’s just crazy!”

“Sam, that’s enough,” Dean said in his best parental voice. “Give me the ax.”

“No!”

“Come on,” Ellie said as he stood from his spot on the floor, assisting Dean with trying to wrestle it out of my hands. “Give me the ax!”

“This is crazy!”

“Leave it!”

“Come on! Get off!”

I had accidentally swung the ax too hard, straight through the middle of both Ellie and Dean, blood spraying over Mr. Carpiak who screamed behind the duct tape over his mouth.

“Oh no.”

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It was the heat of the moment of the moment

“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.”

“Coffee.”

We sat down in the booth as I slouched down into the seat, not meeting either of their gazes.

“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean said, pointing to the sign above the counter.

“Do you even know what that is?”

Before the expected conversation could go on any longer, I threw a set of car keys onto the table in the middle of the three of us. Dean and Ellie’s eyes flicked up to each other in confusion. “What are those?”

“The old man’s,” I said tiredly. They both continued to watch me in confusion. “Trust me. You don’t want him behind the wheel.”

“You three ready?” Doris asked. I had finally actually taken the time to learn her name after all these Tuesdays.

“Yes, we are,” Dean said, eyeing me as I lazily drew on the table with my pointer finger. “I’ll have the special, a side of bacon and a coffee.”

“Make that two coffees and a short stack, please.”

After Ellie had given her order, I began talking to the waitress without even looking up at her, “Hey, Doris. What I’d like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You’re a terrible shot.”

“How do you know-”

“Lucky guess,” I nodded, giving her a tight lipped smile.

“Okay,” Dean began, drawing the word out as Doris turned away from the table. “So, you think you’re caught in some kind of what again?”

“Time loop.”

“Like Groundhog Day,” Dean said, proudly.

“It doesn’t matter,” I shook my head. “There’s no way to stop it.”

“Jeez, you’re grumpy.”

“Yeah, I am. You want to know why?” I began before anybody could stop me, my eyes traveling up from the tabletop to Dean’s who were playful. “Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I’ve been through, and it never stops. Ever. So, yeah, I’m a little grumpy.”

They sat in silence, both of them watching me in confusion at what I’d said. I sighed, exhaling roughly, wanting to at least prove to them I wasn’t going crazy but constantly having to repeat myself to them was becoming exhausting. “Hot sauce.”

“What?”

Doris appeared. “Two coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops!”

I stuck my hand out, catching the hot sauce before hitting the ground, giving both of them a glare as I slammed it down onto the table.

“Nice reflexes-”

“I knew it was gonna happen. I know everything that’s gonna happen.” I crossed my arms over my chest, challenging them.

“You don’t know everything.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Yeah right,” the three of us said in unison. They raised their eyebrows at me in slight surprise.

“Nice guess.” Now it was just Dean and I, staring each other down.

“It wasn’t a guess,” I corrected, eyebrow raised.

“Right, you’re a mind reader,” We said together, Dean’s eyes slightly going wide. “Cut it out, Sam. Sam!”

Dean huffed, clenching his jaw before leaning close over the table and I met him halfway as we spoke quickly at the same time, our voices running together. “You think you’re being funny but you’re being really really childish…Sam Winchester wears makeup.” Dean glanced around the diner, gearing himself up for the next part I was already prepared for. “Sam Winchester cries his way through sex…Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed, and every morning when he wakes up- okay enough!” We both sat back in our seats, Ellie’s eyes wide.

“That’s not all,” I said as I looked toward the counter. “Randy, the cashier? He’s skimming from the register. Judge Meyers? At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit.” The man across the way nearly spilled his entire drink at the mention of it, Ellie and Dean listening intently. “Over there- that’s Cal. He’s gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home.”

“What’s your point?” Ellie asked.

“My point is I’ve lived through every possible Tuesday. I’ve watched you two die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything I know to save your lives, and I can’t. No matter what I do, you die, and then I wake up. And then it’s Tuesday. Again.”

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“The dog,” I said out loud this time as it barked at our feet.

“There’s got to be some way out of this,” Ellie tried.

“Where’s my dang keys?” I recited as we passed Mr. Pickett.

“Where’s my dang keys?!”

“Excuse me.”

“Excuse me.”

“She’s kind of cute,” Dean chuckled as he pointed his thumb in the direction of the blonde before he stopped us. “Hey. All the times we’ve walked down this street, I ever do this?” Dean turned on his heels as he ran toward the woman who’d bumped into him, calling out to her. I paused, watching as he stopped the woman and she handed him a paper from the stack she held close to her. He jogged back, showing it to me.

“A hundred Tuesdays, you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?” I shook my head, feeling stupid I hadn’t thought of it before. “This the guy who went missing?” He held up the missing flyer, a black and white picture of an older man printed on the front.

“That’s him,” Ellie confirmed.

“That’s his daughter back there,” Dean said, turning the flyer around so he could see it. Immediately, I plucked it out of his hands as I ran toward the woman.

“Ma’am!”

Ellie and Dean watched as I took off down the road, the dog chained to the bike rack still barking at them from the ground.

“He is pretty cute,” Dean admitted to Ellie who was smiling lovingly at the dog. “Hey, buddy. Somebody need a friend?”

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It was the heat of the moment

I typed away at the computer in front of me while Ellie and Dean ate their breakfast in silence, most likely not wanting to push me any further now that I seemed to have been on edge all morning. “So, the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that’s not all he is.”

“What is he?”

“I talked to his daughter. The guy’s quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog. He writes about tourist attractions- mystery spots, UFO crash sites. He gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he’s already put four of these places out of business. Here.” I turned the laptop toward them, showing them the article I’d been looking at. Dexter Hasselback: Truth Warrior

“More like a pompous schmuck, if you ask me,” Dean said as he read the title.

“Yeah. Tell me about it. I mean I’ve read everything the guy’s ever written. He must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself.”

Ellie pulled the laptop in front of her as she scanned the page. “When did you have time to do all this research?”

My eyes bounced from her to the laptop and back to her before grabbing the computer and stuffing it back into my backpack as we exited the booth. “Come on.”

Dean laughed as he stood, check in hand, “It’s funny you know. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on mystery spots and then he vanishes in one. It’s kind of poetic. Like just desserts.”

“You’re right,” I said as we walked to the cash register. I shifted the straps of the backpack on my shoulders as my eyes came to focus on the seat at the counter just in front of me. A quarter of a pancake left on an otherwise empty plate aside from an orange peel, but that wasn’t what was out of the usual. What was, was the red syrup smeared on the plate.

Ellie noticed my fixation, coming back to where I stood, “What’s wrong?”

I whipped around toward the windows where the same man who’d sat in the same spot every day walked past. “Guy has maple syrup for the past hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he’s having strawberry?”

“It’s a free country,” Dean said from behind El. “Man can’t choose his own syrup? What have we become?”

“Not in this diner,” I said, shaking my head. “Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes- ever…except me.”

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I sat up stoically in bed, my face held firm. I knew what I had to do.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

It was the heat of the moment

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I watched the man at the counter intently, maple syrup sitting next to his plate as he cut his pancakes one by one, slowly eating them as he read the newspaper.

“So, you think you’re caught in some kind of what again?”

“Eat your breakfast.”

Dean rolled his eyes as he scraped his food onto his fork. I watched as the man at the counter set his silverware onto his plate and stood, paying for his food before leaving the diner. I grabbed the brown paper bag I’d concealed beside me as I followed him out the door.

“What’s in the bag?” Ellie called after me but I ignored her as I took long strides to keep up with the man. Once we were outside and around the back of the diner, I grabbed him by the shoulder, shoving him up against a chainlink fence.

“Hey!” He yelped as I held the wooden stake to his neck.

“I know who you are,” I growled, not letting up on the man. Ellie and Dean chased after me, coming to a stop on either side, “or should I say what.”

“Oh my God. Please don’t kill me,” the man begged but I knew it was just a facade.

“Uh, Sam-”

“It took me a hell of a long time, but I got it.”

“What?”

“It’s your M.O. that gave you away,” I said, almost sounding hysterical. Ellie and Dean watched me carefully. “Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind loves that, don’t they?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay, buddy,” the man nodded, tears brimming his eyes. “Just put the stake down!”

“Sam maybe you should-” Ellie tried, but I refused, yelling at them which only scared the three of them more.

“No! There’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops. In fact, you’d pretty much have to be a god…you’d have to be a Trickster.” Dean and Ellie’s interest peeked up at this, their eyes flicking to the man.

“Mister, my name is Ed Coleman. My wife’s name’s Amelia. I got two kids, for crying out loud! I sell ad space!”

“Don’t lie to me! I know what you are!” I shouted. “We’ve killed one of your kind before!” It was like a trigger as the man beneath my hands morphed his face until he looked completely different, his hair was no longer streaked with gray but now it was long and dark. His old features turned young, the new version of the man smiled even when threatened with the wooden stake at his neck. It was the same Trickster I could’ve sworn we’d killed months ago.

“Actually, Bucko,” he smiled, “you didn’t.”

“Why are you doing this?” I growled, putting more pressure on the stake. Ellie and Dean watched the scene unfold with wild eyes.

“You’re joking, right?” The Trickster asked. “You chuckle heads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this?”

“And Hasselback,” Dean jumped in. “What about him?”

“That putz? He said he didn’t believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one,” he laughed, his Adams apple bobbing dangerously against the tip of the stake. “Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town.”

“So this is fun for you?” I asked, disgust twinging at my insides. “Killing Dean and Ellie over and over again?”

“One- yes, it is fun,” he nodded. “And two- this is so not about killing Dean and Ellie. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching the last two people you have left die everyday…forever.”

“You son of a bitch,” I dug the stake deeper into his neck.

He only smiled tauntingly, “How long will it take you to realize you can’t save them…no matter what?”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, nodding. Anger boiled up from the deepest pits of my body, using every ounce of strength I had not to rip him apart right then and there. “I kill you, this all ends now.” I pushed the stake into his neck, drawing blood as it trickled down into his shirt collar.

“Oh, hey! Whoa. Okay, okay. Look,” he said frantically. “I was just playing around. You can’t take a joke, fine. You’re out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it’ll be Wednesday…I swear.”

“You’re lying.”

“If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner.”

I thought about it, seriously considering letting him go, but for all the pain he’d put me through, it just didn’t seem like it was enough. “No. Easier to just kill you.”

“Sorry, kiddo. Can’t have that.” In an instant, before I could plunge the stake into his neck, he snapped his fingers, and he was gone.

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But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time.

The music pulled me from my sleep, my eyes flashing open at what I thought was the dreaded chorus of Asia. However, as I sat up, Huey Lewis poured through the alarm clock on the bedside table. I scanned the room to where Dean stood at the sink, brushing his teeth and Ellie sat at the end of the other bed, scrolling through the messages on her phone.

“What,” Dean said, watching me as I sat wide eyed. “Are you gonna sleep all day?”

“No Asia,” I blurted, my heart pounding because this had to be a dream.

“Yeah, I know. This station sucks.”

I looked to the alarm clock, the bold block lettering of the most beautiful day of the week stared back at me. I gasped, smiling from ear to ear, “It’s Wednesday!”

“Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday,” Ellie remarked, shaking her head at me as I marveled at the clock, “and turn that music off, it’s awful.”

I threw the covers off, quickly standing off the bed. “What, are you kidding? This isn’t the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard!?”

Ellie and Dean shared a glance before they both shook their heads, “No…”

“Jesus, How many Tuesdays did you have?”

“I don’t know,” I said excitedly as I pulled on a jacket. “I lost count. Wait. What do you guys remember?”

“I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday, then I remember running into the Trickster,” Dean said, cleaning his toothbrush off in the sink. “That’s about it.”

I nodded. That was reassurance enough for me to know that the past hundred or so Tuesdays weren’t all just in my head. “Alright. Pack your stuff. Lets get the hell out of town. Now.”

“No breakfast?” Ellie asked.

I shuttered at the idea. “No breakfast.”

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Dean pulled a shotgun out of the arsenal in the trunk, tucking it safely into the weapons bag before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Man, are you sure we should’ve just let the Trickster go?” Dean asked Ellie as he locked the arsenal.

Ellie shook her head, “Didn’t really have much of a choice. He snapped us to Wednesday before Sam could off him.”

“Yeah, nice job back there, by the way,” Dean said to me as I jogged down the stairs from our second floor motel room. “I would’ve never guessed-”

I looked up from my feet toward Dean and Ellie who were frozen in their spot.  Cal from the diner stood in front of them, and next to him, Randy the cashier. They each sported a gun held shakily in their hands. “Give us your wallet.”

The three of us froze. Dean held his hands up,  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. Just relax.”

“I am relaxed!” Cal shouted, still holding the gun, pointing his at Ellie who put hers up, too. Randy’s hand shook violently as he stared down Dean.

“Okay,” I said, slowly rounding the car, trying to remedy the situation. This couldn’t happen today. “Alright, nobody wants this to end the wrong way. Let’s just talk about it.” That was when two loud gunshots echoed throughout the parking lot. My heart sank as I whipped my gun out, running toward Dean and Ellie who were laying face up as blood flowed freely out of their chests.

“No. No, no, no, no!” I ran toward them sliding across the pavement on my knees, patting both of their cheeks as if it would keep them with me. “Hey, come on, not today. Not today! This isn’t supposed to happen today.” I gripped them by their shirts, shaking them. “Come on…come on!”

I paused, my chest heaving as their eyes fluttered closed, all the color draining from their faces, both of them staring up at me. “Alright, Sam. Alright.” I closed my eyes, waiting to be thrown back into the motel bed, to be awoken by the sound of Asia blasting through the alarm speakers, however, as I opened my eyes, I remained on the street, my hands clasped around their shirts. “I’m supposed to wake up.” I whispered, my voice cracking, pulling them close. “Why am I not waking up?”

My chest clenched as I desperately tried to get sent back, to restart the day, slamming my eyes open and closed, open and closed, open and closed. All to no avail. I pulled them closer, ambulance sirens singing in the distance.

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Six Months Later.

Six months.

Six months and I hadn’t stopped trying to bring them back. I’d tried everything. From crossroads demons to anything in the old lore books. I’d completely separated from everybody, drawn in on myself because now the only important thing was to bring Dean and Ellie back. I continued to hunt. Crisscrossing the country in search of hunts and for anyone, or anything, that could give me information on where the Trickster could be. I’d made it my life’s mission. My motel rooms looked like a crazy person lived there, a US map taped to the wall above the bed, copied pages of lore books and sightings of what people claimed to be the Trickster decorated every square inch of my living space. I’d be damned if I let this go unsolved, I’d be damned if I let him go free one more time.

It was a voicemail that brought me to Bobby’s house in Sioux Falls. I’d been avoiding him for the better half of three months, the last time I’d spoken to him was on a case we’d worked back in February. Once I walked in, Bobby greeted me with a hug to which I didn’t have the strength or the will to give back.

“What’re we doing here, Bobby?” I asked.

“This is the last place for sure the Trickster worked his magic.”

“So?” I asked, no emotion present in my voice. I’d become a robot, so consumed in my work that all I did was go through the motions.

“So, you want this thing? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here.”

I would have been lying if I’d said I wasn’t at least slightly intrigued. “What do we need?”

“Blood,” he said simply.

“How much blood?”

“Ritual says near a gallon. It’s got to be fresh, too.” He motioned to the open pages of the book next to him as he sighed, resting an open hand on the desk.

“Meaning we have to bleed a person dry,” I said, unsure how this would even work.

“And it’s got to be tonight, or not for another 50 years.”

“Then let’s go get some,” I said, plain and simple. If it would bring them back, I’d do anything. I began walking toward the door of Bobby’s house, expecting him to follow me. However, when he just stood, staring at me, I raised my eyebrows at him in confusion.

“You break my heart, kid.”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna let you murder an innocent man,” Bobby said, shaking his head.

“Then why’d you bring me here?” I asked, my voice raising. I didn’t have time to play games.

“Why?” Bobby nearly shouted. “‘Cause it was the only way you’d see me! ‘Cause I’m trying to knock some sense into you. Because I thought you’d back down from killing a man!”

“Well you thought wrong,” I said plainly. “Leave the stuff. I’ll do it myself.”

“I told you, I’m not gonna let you kill anyone-”

“It’s none of your damn business what I do!” I shouted, getting closer to his face. My chest rose and fell quickly.

“You want them back so bad…” Bobby turned around, pulling something out of a brown duffel bag on the floor behind him. A knife, unlike I had ever seen. It was more of a dagger, but the blade looked like it had large waves in it. “Fine.”

“What are you talking about?”

He handed the dagger to me. “Better me than a civilian.”

I held the dagger in my hands, it suddenly felt extremely heavy. “You’re crazy, Bobby. I’m not killing you.”

“Oh. Now I’m the crazy one,” he said, his eyes softening as he looked at me for the first time in months. I felt so tired, so devoid of anything worth living for. “Look, Sam. I’m old. I’m coming near the end of my trail. But you can keep fighting, savin’ folk. But you need Dean and Ellie. So let me give ‘em back to you.”

“Bobby-”

“You and your brother, your sister…you kids are the closest thing I have to family. I want to do this.”

I flipped the knife in my hands, my chest becoming heavier and heavier as I gave in. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Bobby nodded, turning around as he kneeled down onto the hard floor, breathing heavily. “Just make it quick. Do it, son.”

“Yeah, okay, Bobby,” I said as I tucked the knife into my jacket before pulling out the long wooden stake I’d stuck in there before coming inside. “But do you want to know why?” I immediately sunk to the floor, holding the Trickster close to my chest as I drove the stake through his back, the tip of it coming out through his chest. “Because you’re not Bobby.”

I pushed him down onto the floor, waiting for him to disappear, but he remained still, blood dripping down his sides. It was then that I had feared I’d made a terrible mistake. “Bobby?” No response. “Bobby.” I said louder this time as if if it really were him he’d answer me. “Bobby!”

As if on cue, Bobby’s body emitted a blue glow and as it disappeared, the stake fell to the floor. I smiled slightly to myself before the stake flew across the room, into the hands of the Trickster. My eyebrows cinched together in confusion.

“You’re right,” the Trickster said, holding the stake where he’d caught it in his hand. “I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Sam! Smart.” He began to circle me, pointing at me with the bloody stake. “Let me tell ya. Whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one in your family has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket!”

“Bring them back,” I begged. In my heart, I knew this would be my last chance.

“Who? Dean and Ellie? Didn’t my girl send you the flowers? They’re dead. They ain’t comin’ back, either. Their souls are downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak.”

“Just take us back to that Tuesday- or Wednesday,” I said, never thinking I’d ever say those words. Tears began to pool in my eyes, my desperation peaking. “When it all started. Please. We won’t come after you. I swear.”

“You swear?”

“Yes,” I said seriously.

The Trickster shook his head, “I don’t know…even if I could-”

“You can.”

“True,” he nodded, “but that don’t mean I should. Sam, there’s a lesson here that I’ve been trying to drill into that pretty little head of yours.”

“Lesson? What lesson?”

“This obsession to save your siblings! The way you three keep sacrificing yourselves for each other. Nothing good comes out of it!” He stepped toward me, poking me in the chest with the stake. “Just blood and pain. Dean and Ellie- they’re your weakness, and you’re theirs. The bad guys know it, too. They’re going to be the death of you, Sam.”

I held back my tears because I knew he was right. They were my siblings. I would do anything for them, just like they’d done everything for me.

“Sometimes you just got to let people go.”

“It’s my brother...my sister,” I tried, my last attempt to bring them back. To salvage what remained of them.

The Trickster pursed his lips, “I get it, alright? And like it or not, this is what life’s gonna be like without them.”

“Please. Just…please,” I begged.

The Trickster sighed, hanging his head, “I swear, it’s like talking to a brick wall! Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You’re Travis Bickel in a skirt, pal. I’m over it.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

He turned on his heels, “Meaning that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

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But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time.

Got to get back in time.

The music pulled me from my sleep, my eyes flashing open at what I thought was the dreaded chorus of Asia, however, as I sat up, Huey Lewis poured through the alarm clock on the bedside table.

I scanned the room, Dean was brushing his teeth at the sink and Ellie was sitting at the end of the other bed, scrolling through the messages on her phone.

“What, are you gonna sleep all day?” I watched them in astonishment as Ellie stood, stretching her arms high above her head as she came to stand next to Dean. “I know. No Asia. This station sucks.”

Looking back at the clock, three block letters stared back at me in the face, marking the most beautiful day of the week.

“It’s Wednesday,” I whispered to nobody in particular.

“Yeah,” Ellie said, smiling as she shook her head. “Which usually follows Tuesday. Turn that thing off, it’s awful.”

My heart was in my throat as I threw the covers off of my legs and I practically ran to Dean and Ellie, pulling them into a hug, gripping the back of their shirts as if if I let go they’d disappear again.

“Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?” Dean asked, patting my shoulder.

“Enough…wait,” I pulled back, looking between them, “what do you remember?”

They watched me with worried glances before Dean spoke up, “I remember you were pretty whacked out yesterday. I remember catching up with the Trickster…that’s about it.”

My eyes flicked to Ellie who nodded, letting me know that was all she could recall, too. I nodded, taking a deep breath, “Lets go.”

“No breakfast?”

I laughed, wondering if I’d ever eat breakfast again. “No. No breakfast.”

“Alright,” Ellie said, grabbing the duffel bags, “I’ll pack the car.”

“Wait, you guys aren’t going anywhere alone.”

“It’s the parking lot, Sam,” Ellie laughed but I firmly shook my head.

“Just…just trust me.”

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I zipped up my duffel bag, making sure that they all stayed in the motel room until we were all ready to leave. Once I’d given them the clear, Ellie and Dean had made it to the motel room door, opening it before catching a glimpse at me who stood almost frozen in the middle of the room.

“Hey, you don’t look so good. Something else happen?” Ellie asked from across the room.

I swallowed roughly, looking up from my duffel bag, “I just had a really weird dream.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked, smiling. “Clowns or midgets?”

They both smiled at me before making their way down the motel stairs. I turned, looking back at my bed that laid unmade, the alarm clock sitting quietly on the bedside table. I clicked the light off, shutting the door as I vowed to myself that I’d never be back to Broward County, Florida.

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[impalanna]

Imagine: working a lot and not getting to spend hardly any time with Dean. You come home late one night, pissed off at your job and ready to hang it up. You are on the verge of tears, expecting Dean to be on a hunt. You walk into your shared bedroom and you find him asleep on your bed.

[deanoheartspie]

No, No don't look at me with those eyes

Pairing: Butchers sister reader x Soldier boy

Warnings: Slight Smut, arguing, Dry humping, nicknames

A/n: This was Requested! I ain't the best at smut but I try lol, so I hope this is alright.

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“What the hell was that? You were supposed to help me not injure me” You shout as you cross your arms, laying back on the dusty couch in the motel room. Butcher didn't know that the green-eyed supe had injured you, you simply lied when you got asked.

'Soldier boy' or Ben, but the two of you haven't gotten on a first-name basis not quite yet was pacing around the room running his finger through his hair. “I didn't mean to. The kid who's always sucking your brother's dick distracted me”

You raise a brow, “Hughie?”

“I don't fucking know, I think so? Anyways I think I know how to help you feel better princess” The sudden nickname, caused you to look at him confused with a faint blush displayed right on your cheeks.

That little action, only caused Soldier boys ego to grow and get more confident as he picked you up sitting you down on his lap, while he was careful with your Injured wrist. He lifts your long t-shirt pulling it off, revealing your lace Bra and pantie set. “Well damn Princess” Licking his lips, he pulls you into a long deep kiss as his hands travel down.

You grind against his leg, trying to gain some friction. Letting little moans slip out, as the older man grabbed at your hips, moving you quicker against his thigh. “Never thought you'd be such a dirty girl” He smirks as he leaves love bites on your neck.

Right, when things were getting good, the motel door creaks open and he immediately stands you up ushering you into the bathroom. “Where Y/n? How's she feeling?” Hughie asks as Butcher follows behind tossing a burger at the supe.

“I'm right here, im fine” you reply with a short smile, as he glances at Soldier Boy and he shakes his head and whispers. “No, no don't look at me with those eyes”

[nescaveckwriter]

Don't Leave Me

Dean Winchester x Reader 🐞

Summary: Dean, did the unthinkable, and cheated on you, on your anniversary.

A/N: Oh yay, I'm so excited, not only my first one shot, but also my first one done for the bingo @jacklesversebingo 🐞❤️💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Line: I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us!

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Word Count: Honestly no idea😱 will check next time🤩

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Dean Winchester, Mention of Sam, and you❤️

"No Dean" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You don't get to look at me like that" I sniffed

"How could you do this to us?" Anger and sadness visible on my face

"Baby Listen" his voice low

With my hands on his muscular chest I shove him backwards, screaming now, "I don't need too listen, dammit, nothing you say is going to change a thing"

His emerald green eyes, is welled up, "just listen please" barely audible

"I hate you Dean" I say while throwing the ring on the floor

Taking a suitcase from the closet, tossing in any clothes I can find.

"You're leaving babe?" the distraught look on his face, caught you off guard

"Don't look at me like that, its your fault" you shove him out of the way walking to the bathroom to grab your toiletries.

He grabs ahold of your arm, spinning you around, and into his chest, "let me go," making my hands into small fist's, hitting against him, though it's not really doing anything.

His eyes pleading "sweetheart, please just listen to me, it didn't mean anything"

Squinting your eyes, "it didn't mean anything? Don't lie to me, Dean"

"I'm sorry" he claimed

"Yeah, your sorry I found out" I sneered

His jaw clenches, "no, babe, I'm serious it didn't mean a damn thing"

"Great so you threw all of this away for nothing" I smirked

"I was drunk okay! I didn't know what I were doing" his face full of guilt

Laughing a little "that's a lame excuse if I ever heard one"

You can't stand to be this close to him, hearing his heart beating, the way he looks into your eyes, the way his arms is holding you, you always were so weak when it came to him, it always were like some sort of special gift he had, making you putty in his big hands. But not today, not know, not after what he's done.

Trying to get out of his tight grip, you try to shove him backwards again, but he just holds you tightly, his voice revealing the sadness "do you really hate me"

Searching his face, his emerald green eyes, now, almost hazel like. Your voice brittle, tears streaming down my face "No, I... I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us"

He thumbs away some of the tears, letting out a whisper, "I'm so sorry sweetheart"

"Sorry, just sorry, it won't work" you whisper - scream

"Then what will, baby" he asks

"I don't know,! nothing! The day you slid that ring on my finger, you swore you'll never betray me, break my trust, or trash my heart, guess what you did" getting angry all over again now "how could you" and with that you get out of his grip

Realising what he did, he just stood there, not making a sound, just listening to the sound of her crying, crying he caused. "Dammit" he cursed underneath his breath.

Taking her suitcase she walks out of their shared room, right to the door, glancing over the house she called home for the past five years, the memories they shared, the laughter, it's all gone now, in one night, he managed to erase five years of their lives together.

Dean runs towards her, "Baby wait, just stay, it's 3 in the morning, you can't drive like this" concern in his husky voice.

Glaring at him, "don't act like you care, if you did, you would have known, what yesterday was"

Dean, looks at her puzzled, following her eyes to the kitchen, he's jaw dropped when he saw the kitchen table, set and decorated for two, candles, placed with champagne flutes, and a bottle that was supposed to be on ice, a freshly baked pie in the middle.

"Babe, I'm"

"Don't finish that sentence, I'm so sick and tired of your sorries," I warned.

"I can't believe I was so naive, yesterday when you didn't show, I called Sam, he said as far as he knew you went for a drink, the case you worked on hit you hard, I was afraid you had to much to drink, and maybe gotten in a accident, but to my surprise, I found you with that... that, woman, her arms wrapped around you having a good time, how the hell could you do that to us, to me?" I screamed

"Babe, it meant nothing, I love you"

Tears flooded down my cheeks "no! Dean! You do not love me" you mumbled, "goodbye Dean"

"Please baby, don't go, don't leave me" he pleaded

He grabs a hold of your wrist, but you shake it loose, almost running towards your car, hearing him say something in the distance, but you reply with a shout "don't you follow me Dean Winchester" and with that you started the engine, put it in drive and drove off

In your rearview mirror, you see the man you loved, still love, standing there distraught look on his face, the blurriness of your glazed up eyes, makes it hard to focus on the road ahead, but you just drove further anyway, not wanting to stay there, the way he made you feel, the hurt, pain and betrayal is just to much.

Seeing taillights of her car, is just one too much, how is he going to fix this, why did he do what he did, "what am I gonna do" throwing a punch in the air.

He just stood there in the pouring rain, watching as the love of his life, went further and further out of his reach.

That's when he heard the tires screeching on the wet road, and then the heart wrecking loud noise, he just some how knew it was her. He ran, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Noooooo!" Screaming as he got closer, her car hanging over the road barrier, "Baby," he grabs ahold of her hand, her face bloodied, her legs pinned, her eyes, bloodshot from the crying, "Dean" she whispers with pain. "I'm here sweetheart, don't leave me, I love you" a half smile on his plum lips. With the closing of her eyes she whispers "I love you too Dean"