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[jensengirl83]

Wounding Words

Dean x reader

Warnings- ANGST, some fluff

Word Count-2713

Summary- Y/N gets hurt on a hunt. Dean gets angry that he almost lost her, and takes his anger out on her and pushes her away. Will he come to his senses before it's too late?

A/N- This has been on my Patreon for a few weeks. So, it's time to bring it to y'all. This is just one of a few stories on my Patreon right now. You can join my Patreon here

Y/N watched as Dean paced around the war room. It had been a rough hunt, and he was seething. She had seen him mad before, but this was different. He seemed like he wanted to burn the whole world down with his anger, and that was a little scary. Especially, since his anger seemed to be directed towards her as well. 

She and Dean had been a couple for almost a year. It had taken them a long time to get to where they were. Y/N with her insecurities, and Dean with his self-loathing, had kept them from giving in to their feelings for years. She didn’t think he would want her with her love handles and thicker thighs, and he was afraid that if he gave in to his feelings, something bad would happen to her. And Y/N was almost positive that he was so angry because he and Sam nearly lost her on their hunt. 

They had been hunting a vamp's nest. They had gotten down to the last few when Y/N saw one sneaking up behind Dean. After beheading the one in front of her, she ran to try and behead the one behind Dean before it could reach him. It was all working out just fine, until she stepped on a creaky floorboard, alerting the vamp that she was on the move. Before anyone could react, it was on her, teeth in her throat. Sam had made it her and threw it back for Dean to decapitate. But, not before the damage was done. As she lay bleeding out on the floor, Dean holding his hand to her neck, she could feel her body giving out. She was saying her goodbyes to Dean, but luckily, Sam had the wits about him to pray to Cas, who showed up just in time to heal her. Dean hadn’t acted right since, which led them to where they were now. Which was him pacing in front of her, the rage rolling off of him, as Sam tried to talk to him. 

“Dean,” Sam tried to speak, but his brother cut him off as soon as his name left his mouth. 

“No, Sam. Don’t try to tell me that it’s fine now. Everything is so damn far from fine,” he roared, slamming his fist down on the war room table, making Y/N and Sam flinch. 

“Dude, she’s alive. Cas healed her. It could’ve been so much worse. Be thankful that we didn’t lose her.”

“Dean,” Y/N spoke softly as she approached him, “I’m okay. I know you were scared. I was too, but I’m here. Let’s just move on from today, okay?” 

“Move on? You want me to just ignore that you were stupid and almost got yourself killed,” he yelled, flinging her hand from his arm as she touched him. 

“Dean!,” Sam chastised his brother. He knew he was scared and going to say things he didn’t mean, and he wanted to prevent this from getting any worse. 

“It’s the truth,” he growled, deflecting Y/N’s touch once again. But he was looking at his brother and didn’t see the pure agony she was in hearing his words, “She was reckless and almost died! You just want to act like it never happened?”

“Dean, please, I don’t want to fight with you,” she muttered meekly, barely holding in the tidal wave of tears that wanted to escape. 

“Well, you should’ve thought about that, huh?” he said sarcastically, driving the hurt deeper into her heart. 

“I’m sorry. I saw the vamp coming after you, and I couldn’t just stand there and watch it kill you!” 

“Oh, so you didn’t want to watch me die, but I had to stand there and watch you bleed out? The hypocrisy with you is astounding. Just leave me alone,” he huffed.

“Please,” she tried, pleading with him one more time, wrapping her arms around his middle, “Let me fix it. I don’t want this to linger between us.” 

“You can’t fix it! I watched you bleeding to death in my arms! If Cas hadn’t shown up, I’d be burning your corpse right about now! And you think a hug is going to fix it?” He screamed, throwing her arms away from him, “That’s another thing. I don’t always need you to try and fix everything. I’m not a damn child! You know what, I can’t do this. I’m going out. Don’t wait up.” 

Y/N stood there heartbroken as she watched him stomp up the stairs and out the door. In all the years she’d known him, he’d never talked to her that way. Her body was frozen as Sam ran after his brother, the slamming of the bunker door brought her out of her stupor. Against her will, the tears began to flow down her face, her heart shattering in her chest. She ran for her room, grabbing her duffle and throwing her things in it haphazardly. She had to get out of there. She couldn’t be there to see the disdain on Dean’s face when he came back. What she didn’t know, was Dean had never made it to the impala. Sam had reached him before he could get away. 

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? I know it was terrifying thinking that she was going to die, but don’t you think you should be hugging her a little tighter than usual instead of pushing her away?” Sam exclaimed as he grabbed Dean’s arm, spinning him around to look at him. 

“Look, I don’t need a lecture from you. Pushing her away is what I have to do!” 

“What are you talking about? You love that girl, and you can deny it all you want, but I can see it, Dean. So, explain to me why you’re trying to shove her out the door?” Sam asked, thoroughly confused by his brother’s actions. 

“Because! Loving her is only going to get her killed! Tonight proved that. She almost died trying to save my sorry ass. I’d rather her be gone than watching her burn on a pyre one day. I can’t do it,” Dean shouted, his voice breaking with the emotion he was trying to keep hidden.

“You really are a dumbass. Y/N did what any other hunter would’ve done in that situation. You need to get your ass back in there and apologize before you lose one of the few good things you have.” 

“I can't, Sammy. No matter how I feel about her, I’m poison. I break everything I touch, and despite how much I love her, I refuse to be the reason she gets killed. She deserves so much more than me, or what little I can give her. She probably doesn’t even feel the same way about me, anyway. So, I need to end it now, before it’s too late for her to get out and find someone she deserves.” 

“You know that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say that you love a woman out loud? And you’re going to let that slip away all because you don’t think you’re good enough? You’re the stupid one, dude. Y/N loves you too, you idiot! Everyone can see it but you, apparently. You were too busy throwing your little hissy fit in there to notice how you ripped her heart out and stomped on it. She was broken when you turned around and walked away. Someone doesn’t get that look on their face unless someone they love hurts them. And, man, you hurt her bad. But, if you want to walk away from that, go ahead, but you’ll live to regret it. You know what they say, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.” 

Sam turned and walked away, leaving Dean there in a stupor. He hadn’t thought about watching her expressions as he went on his tirade. He was scared and trying to push her away. His only train of thought was getting her to leave so she could find someone better. As he stood there, trying to think of what to do, what Sam said kept playing on a loop in his head. 

“You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.”

As he stood there with that repeating in his head, he had to face the truth. Could he really watch her leave? Could he live the rest of his life without her, not knowing where she was or who she was with? That’s when he realized he didn’t really want to lose her, he’d let his fear overrule his heart, and he knew then he needed to try and fix it. His legs were moving before he knew what had happened, leading him straight to her door. He could hear her crying as he approached and it broke his heart. He did this to her. He made her cry, breaking her heart with his cruel words, and he hated himself for it. He knocked on her door before his self-hatred and guilt made him walk away. 

“I don’t want to talk right now, Sam,” her voice carried through the door, making him feel even more guilty. She sounded so broken and dejected, and it was all his fault. 

“It’s me,” he spoke softly, trying to let his voice convey how sorry he felt, as he waited for her reply, but there was nothing. He knocked again. Silence. 

“Sweetheart, I just want to talk.” 

“I think you said enough, don’t you?” she answered, trying to sound stern, but he knew her well enough to hear the apprehension in her tone. 

“Please,” he almost begged, wanting to fix this. But just more silence. 

He laid his head against her door, her silence speaking volumes. She was done, and it was his fault. He took a deep breath before speaking to her one last time. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was scared. Watching you dying was more than I could take. I wanted to make you leave, so you could find someone you deserved, someone you could be with that didn’t risk your life every day. Honestly, I deserve to lose you. Like I told, Sam, I break everything I touch, and I broke you with my words. And when I said I didn’t need you to fix me, I lied. I need you, sweetheart. I need you like the air I breathe. Y/N, I’m so sorry. I can never take those words back, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but can you please forgive me?” he pleaded, whispering the last three words, “I love you.”

He stood at her door waiting to see if she would open the door, but nothing. Complete silence. He’d done it. He had broken her heart and hurt her beyond repair. With a sigh, he placed his hand on her door, trying to commit her to memory.   

Y/N was on the other side, listening to what he had to say. Her head told her to make him leave, but her heart told her to open the door and let him apologize. She heard a pitiful sound come from the other side of the door, and that made up her mind. She flung the door open to see him standing there, tears falling down his face. 

“D-Did I break us?” he managed to choke out through his sobs. 

“Do you mean it?” she asked, her red-rimmed eyes boring into his. 

“Yes! I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t deserve you, but if you’ll have me, you’re all I could ever want. I let the fear of losing you get to me, and I know I can’t take back what I said, but I’ll try to make it up to you every day for the rest of my life if you’ll let me,” he rambled through his tears. 

“No, not that. The last thing you said.”

“That I want you to forgive me? Of course, I meant it!” 

“That’s not the last thing you said, Dean.” 

“I’m lost, sweetheart. That’s the last thing I remember saying.” 

“Never mind. You obviously didn’t mean it if you don’t even remember saying it,” she sighed, stepping back to shut the door, when it hit him what she was talking about. He grabbed the door before she closed it on him. 

“Yes, I meant it. I love you. I love you so much that it terrifies me. That’s why I lost my mind when you almost died. The thought of losing you made me sick with grief. And I know I tried pushing you away, so me saying that doesn’t make much sense, but after I thought about living the rest of my life without you in it, I realized I can’t. I can’t live not knowing where you are, or if you’re okay. I need you, sweetheart. I need you to be there with that beautiful smile when I walk into the kitchen every morning. I need you to give me hugs like you do when I’m having a bad day, and most of all, I need you to fix me when I get so broken that I don’t even know how to begin to fix myself. I love you, Y/N. And I want to spend the rest of my days proving that to you if you can forgive me,” he sniffled, reaching to cup her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs as they streamed down her cheeks. 

“I forgive you,” she whispered, placing her hand on his cheek, him leaning into her touch, “I never wanted to leave you.”

Hearing that she forgave him, made his heart swell. He smiled, leaning in to kiss her. He tried to pour everything he felt into the kiss. How guilty he felt, how sorry he was, and most importantly, how much he loved her. The kiss was soft but passionate. One of those kisses that don’t lead to anything sexual, but still toe-curling. Once they had to part to take a breath, he couldn’t contain his smile. She really forgave him. 

“I love you, sweetheart,” he repeated the sentiment, realizing how good it felt to say it to her. 

“I love you, too, Dean. I have for a long time,” she admitted, her declaration making his breath hitch. 

“Really? You love me, too?” he whispered in astonishment. Even though Sam had told him that she loved him, he didn’t truly believe it. He never thought he would be worthy of love from someone as good as her. 

“Don’t be so shocked, babe. Contrary to what you believe, you’re a good man, Dean Winchester, and I’m a lucky woman to get the chance to love you,” she stood on her toes, kissing him softly, “You just have to start believing it yourself.” 

“Did I tell you I love you?” he chuckled, her words meaning more to him than she’d ever understand. 

“I think it’s been said once or twice,” she laughed, him joining her. She loved to hear him laugh. It was music to her ears. 

“Just once or twice?! Well, I think we need to fix that, don’t you?” he beamed, cupping her face once again to kiss her. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he said, kissing her between every declaration. 

“Dean Winchester, one might think you’re secretly a hopeless romantic,” she cackled, joy filling her to hear him say he loved her. 

“Only for you, sweetheart. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.” 

“You don’t have to lie to me, Dean. I know you’ve loved other women,” she sighed, not really liking to think about Cassie and Lisa. 

“I’m not lying. I have loved two other women, but sweetheart, it’s nothing like what I feel for you. I mean it. What I felt for them doesn’t hold a candle to the love I have for you.” 

“I love you,” she said in awe, seeing in his eyes he was serious, “More than I can ever describe.” 

“Well, that’s good. ‘Cause if I have my way, you’re stuck with me for a very long time.” 

“That sounds perfect,” she giggled, pulling him down to her for another kiss.

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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Dear fanfic readers...

Now that I have your attention, it’s time to clean out the tag list!

Here are the facts; I write fanfic because I enjoy it, and I post my fanfic online so others can enjoy it and so I can get feedback (I’m only human). Any fanfic writer on here can tell you it takes a significant amount of time to do so (formatting, linking, tagging, etc), and well it sucks because I’ve noticed, as all fanfic writers can attest to as well, that interaction on this website is way down. I totally get it and understand there are a lot of factors at play here so I’m not about to shame anyone. God knows I haven’t exactly been active in the reading world lately. That is why I am asking that if you would like to stay on my tag list, you at least interact with my posts in some way or another. I think if I’m taking the time then the least you could do is return the favor. If you don’t think you can do this, then I ask that you allow me to remove you from my tag list as there are other ways to find my work.

That being said, I am deciding to restructure things a touch by wiping the slate clean and rebuilding in hopes that things will be a touch less time-consuming to manage. There are new categories to choose from going forward so please read before answering:

Forevers: You will be tagged in any and all fanfic that I post

Dean Beans: You will be tagged in any oneshot or series that includes Dean Winchester

Jay Birds: You will be tagged in any oneshot or series that includes Jensen Ackles

Series: These are series-specific tags, so you will be tagged in whatever series you wish to be tagged in. These will open up when a series is announced. If you just want to be on a series from now on then let me know to drop you from my forevers.

(I don’t anticipate ever writing Sam/Jared ever again so if you want Dean and Jensen works then I suggest my forevers.)

I’ve tagged my current forevers so you have a heads up but if I don’t hear from you I will assume you no longer wish to be tagged. I’m really hoping this works because I’m ready to give up posting here altogether.

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

The Hating Game Masterlist (Completed)

Summary - Y/N and Jensen had an unusual start to their car ride when Jared had requested his costar of fifteen years to pick her up for their Christmas dinner party, that the Padaleckis were holding in Austin. But when their car breaks down in the middle of the road and they had to spent a night together, things take a wild turn.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Characters - Jensen Ackles, Reader, Jared Padalecki, a few OFCs

WC - 5773

Warnings - Typical enemies to lovers tags, fighting over the radio, a few bad words and mention of one unsolicited dick pic, 18+ (minors do not interact), p in v smut, fingering, oral (both fem and male receiving), a bit of dom!Jensen, dirty talk

Square filled - Free Space ( @j3bingo ); Enemies to Lovers ( @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo)

A/N - Hey everyone, it has been so long I had posted something. This was supposed to be an oneshot but it turned into a monster, so I divided it into two parts. This is basically the enemies part, the next part is pure filth.

Chapter 1 - I Hate You

Chapter 2 - I Love You

Taglist is below the cut -

My Forevers - @bccky @zjm @prettyinplaid94 @foxyjwls007 @flamencodiva @wonder-cole @asgoodasdancingqueen @allys-creative-bubble @screams-ferociously @danneelsmain @downanddirtydean @stoneyggirl @thatmotleygirl @hobby27 @onethirstyunicorn @eliwinchester99 @valsworldofcreativity @percico-heronstairs @fablesrose @donnaintx @amandamdiehl @mrspeacem1nusone @waynes-multiverse

Dean/Jensen Taglist - @basically90sjensen @deanwanddamons @akshi8278 @defenderrosetyler @whatareyousearchingfordean @jensengirl83 @torn-and-frayed @krazykelly @lyarr24 @thoughts-and-funnies @deandreamernp @apple-piie-life @siospins @vickyfarley @whiskey-infused-dreams

[sofreddie]

APRIL 2021 RECAP

In case you missed anything, here's what I posted this month:

Serendipitous Souls - Series (ongoing) - (Dean x OC!Reader, Sam)

Nanny No More - oneshot - (Jensen x Reader)

Dog-Gone Witches 3: Frickin' Free - oneshot/series epilogue - (Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen)

What Went Wrong? - oneshot - (Dean x Reader)

Stashed Away - oneshot - (Alpha!Dean x OC!Omega!Reader)

A Little Silly - drabble - (Dean, Reader, Sam / No Pairing)

Feature Friday Recap:

April 2: WatermelonLipstick

April 9: FlamencoDiva

April 16: Saxxxology

April 23: JensenGirl83

April 30: DeanWandDamonS

[watermelonlipstick]

Twenty First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors! 

Thanks for the tag, @zmediaoutlet! Definitely not in order, but here goes--

1. Editing Valentines: “You know what, if you’re going to be a dick, forget it,” Dean scoffed, snatching the notebook back from Sam.

2. Elevator: “You have GOT to be fucking kidding me.” Dean said, fruitlessly kicking the elevator doors. 

3. Washing Baby: You figured you’d seen Dean wash Baby about a hundred times, but you’d still looked up a classic car enthusiast’s website guide to make sure you weren’t remembering the steps out of order. 

4. Distraction: You tried to make the quick strides across the room look purposeful rather than frantic and resisted the urge to check over your shoulder for whether the pair had followed you across the bar.

5. Furniture Shopping: “Kid, I’ll tell you again. The color of the couch doesn’t matter to me at all. I’m just here to test drive,” Dean said, his feet out on a coffee table clearly labeled “NO SHOES PLEASE.” 

6. The Hunter With The Dragon Tattoo: Sam moves to the middle of the front bench to shuck off his coat as Dean is getting out of the car, and  gives it to you with a long arm over the leather. 

7. Wolves: “Baby, I need you to—it’s too cold, come on, come back to bed,” you whined, frustrated as Dean got out from under the covers in the tiny cabin. 

8. Junkyard Part 2: It was an unseasonably warm day, as autumn in Sioux Falls went. 

9. Icarus: “It’s okay, baby, you can tell me. He’s obviously a handsome guy; it’s good genes.” 

10. Travelling Riverside Blues: “I think this—”            “—Is my favorite song,” you and Sam finish in tandem, Sam’s tone a mixture of bored and annoyed and he doesn’t even look up from his book as you grin into the rearview mirror at Dean. 

11. Back: Sam and Dean walked down the stairs back to the bunker slowly, their bones aching with the work of the last week. 

12. Stabbed: Sam slammed the door once Dean had hauled you into the backseat, propping you up like a mannequin next to him on the bench. 

13. Losing: Dean knows better, by now, than to say anything about the beanie you straighten as you get into the backseat, giving you some soft eyebrows in the rearview mirror that are maybe worse than if he’d kept joking about it. 

14. Parking Lot: In a couple ways it seemed like a lesson; you really shouldn’t have been fooling around in a parking lot no matter how late at night it was. 

15. Shoelaces: “Do you, ah, do you want me to…?” Sam asked shyly, motioning to the shoelaces you were struggling with using your one good hand.

16. Back To Bed: “Come to bed?” he asks, and his tone is gentle but his voice is rough with fatigue.  

17. Hot Blood: “The fuck is this?” Dean asks as she turns up the radio.

18. Hypothermia: Dean whipped his head around from the road to the backseat and to the road again, just this side of frantic. 

19. Countdown: The way he was right in front of you at virtually the same second the car backfired almost made it worse at first, to be honest, filling your field of vision as he’d flown out of the front seat of the car where it sat in Bobby’s salvage yard. 

20. Can’t Find My Way Home: The last moment to hesitate swells and passes with Dean’s breath in the half second it takes to hear the beep and he lets it.

Those last 3 are queued up in my drafts, which is why they’re not linked. Obviously I like opening with dialogue. I think it makes it easier to just jump right in, plus with these reader inserts I don’t love doing too much exposition up top in the event I create a situation that’s hard to see yourself in (same reason I often keep the background of these oneshots pretty vague too). If I’m not opening with dialogue it seems like I’m setting a specific physical environment up (and 9/10 everyone’s in the Impala lmao). 

Of these, my favorite is definitely Editing Valentines: “You know what, if you’re going to be a dick, forget it,” Dean scoffed, snatching the notebook back from Sam. -------I love some good Winchester bickering. Fun to write, fun to read, feels realistic, kind of hits all my boxes. 

Tagging (no pressure): @deanwanddamons @whatareyousearchingfordean @calaofnoldor @sams-sass @winchest09 @wonder-cole @that-one-gay-girl @huffle-pissed @downanddirtydean @jensengirl83

[spnfanficpond]

June 2020 Angel Fish Awards

(New Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

NOTE: WE’VE BEEN HAVING OCCASIONAL PROBLEMS WITH ASKS GOING MISSING. Please use the Submit button when submitting your nominations and make sure you’re signed into Tumblr or your URL won’t show. (If the form asks for your name and email address, then you’re not signed in.) If you like, you can also send a message to Michelle @mrswhozeewhatsis or Mana @manawhaat to check and make sure we got your submission.

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE JUNE’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nonimated by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

I Thought You Were Going To Die (oneshot) by @fun-and-fandoms

My nominations for the month wouldn’t be complete without a little bit of angst. Though this one isn’t just that. If you’re easily triggered by mentions of depression and its symptoms, this one’s not for you. But it’s an important topic and I will always encourage any creator who uses their art to remind people it’s okay to talk about it. (Note from Kale, this was actually submitted in May but I missed it.) 

More to Me (oneshot) by @becs-bunker

No spoilers, but I’m so glad this ended the way it did. So sweet <3

Help  (oneshot) by @blushingjared

I came across this fic and was immediately intrigued. Then I started reading and I was captivated from the first sentence until the very last. The author did such a good job with setting the scene and painting the right picture.

Talking Bodies (oneshot) by @ne-gans

This AU-Sam is such a huge weakness of mine. That, in combination with this dangerously filthy masterpiece, is nothing short of perfection.

Nominated by @focusonspn

Into The Woods (series) by @amanda-teaches

So well written, interesting plot and great development. The chemistry between Y/N and Dean is also amazing, and I loved how this mini-series could be so easily part of the show. Totally worth reading.

Nominated by @thoughtslikeamindfield 

Stranger Than FanFiction (series) by @cherry3point14

The premise is similar to the film Stranger Than Fiction – a story about a story being written about you – and it’s just as hilarious. Also, Cherry Pie is still one of the funniest writers in this corner of SPN fandom.

“You’re not supposed to move your head if there’s someone trying to murder you, probably…”

No, I wouldn’t think so, but lollllll

“You’re being insane, out loud.”

Omgggg

“It tried, oh, how the door tried to divert her attention from the unknown men who could be terrible, rule-breaking influences on her. However the door was only wood and she was a stubborn woman made of free will and limbs—a woman who refused to be deceived.”

“Your hand is on the doorknob before the mention of your limbs has finished rattling around your head.  Realistically you don’t want to encourage the voice by doing what it says. After all, the voice’s ultimate goal seems to be killing you.”

BAHAHAHAH omfg you guys

I need to stop quoting from this bc I probably seem insane to those of you who haven’t read this, so stop being judgy buttheads and go read!

Nominated by @flamencodiva

The Choice (series) by @superfanficnatural

A couple of things. 1) this is an amazing fic that highlights Dean unwillingness to let himself go until it’s almost too late. and 2) the smut in this is hot hot hot hot! not for anyone under 18 years of age.

Mert has a way with words and can literally pluck you into one and make you see it as it comes to life in your head.

Mine (series) by @holylulusworld

Lulu has an abundance of different stories she tells and this one is my favorite of her ABO’s at the moment. (although I love all of them) I think this one deserved a mention. I am glad she joined to Pond so I could help nominate and spread her amazing work!

One Night at a Time (series) by @crashdevlin

Another great fic by Cassie! This one shot full of Angst, Smut, and if you squint just the right amount of Dean fluff. She has a way of capturing your attention and putting you in the world as you read.

What He Lost (oneshot) by @jensengirl83

This short story by Brandy is sure to rip your heart out. she leaves just a bit of hope where you think there is a chance only to crush it completely with the ending. This one is sure to bring you to tears if you are looking for the most delicious angsty story to read.

Nominated by @risingpheonix761

Down The Rabbit Hole (oneshot) by @dontshootmespence

So, this was hysterical. XD I love crack fics, and bad smut in particular, and this one hits the spot. (I’ve also learned several new horrible euphemisms lol). The ending, though? Golden!

Nominated by @myinconnelly1

The Affair (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

I love how well all the characters are portrayed I truly hate everyone except the reader! Well done!!  

Red Riding Hood - or how you ran into a wolf... (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

I have nothing to say about this. I will simply allow the puddle I have become to speak for me. 

Last Omega On Earth (oneshot) by @holylulusworld 

This was a great entry in the ABO world. and we need more of this and more like !!!!! Great work!

My Beta (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

I am a greedy little bitch with this fic.  I think I've read it 3-4 since i first read it this month!!!!!! READ THIS FIC!  

Third Period (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

Some truly inspiring smut.  Inspiring to change my panties. 

Gods of Twilight (series) by @thecleverdame​

I think i posted this fic in my rec before, but it is so amazing and intricate that i can't stop gushing about it.  Fucking awesome. 

Apple Pie (oneshot) by @bad268​ 

The amazingness of this is great, check this guppy out!

Deal (oneshot) by @bad268 

Comedy at some of its's finest!!! 

Confession (oneshot) by @idreamofplaid

THE FLUFFFFFFF!!!! I don't read straight fluff.  So get the tissues ready.

Fallen (series) by idreamofplaid

My therapist has told me i'm not longer allowed to talk about this fic during our sessions.  So instead i shall now talk about it here... *pulls out soapbox* ahem... *gets pulled away with hook*

Memory (oneshot) by @idreamofplaid

This fic is older, but i love it so much.  I recently went back and reread it, and the angst and reconciliation in this fic are heartwrenching.

Home (oneshot) by @emilyshurley

My dentist bill the month was higher than normal, due to the new cavities caused by this fic.

Imperfectly Yours (oneshot) by @emilyshurley

Cuteness overload as you get Dean's perspective of Home ^^

Second Hand News (oneshot) by @emilyshurley

Alright listen. I am a glutton for punishment.  And this fic, I asked for.  Also i had it set within one of the universes we now own.  That all being said, reading this was like a dose of my own medicine and it fucking hurt.

Honesty And Lies (oneshot) by @crashdevlin

This was super dirty, and great.  Totally recommend. 

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

The Classifieds (oneshot) by @talesmaniac89

This is rip your heart out and stomp on it angst right here. So well written, but so, so heartbreaking.

So Much More Than Perfect (oneshot) by @imagineteamfreewill

This fic is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever read. It made me tear up a bit, but who doesn’t love Dean being the most protective, most adorable dad ever?!

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Dear Dean (series) by @smol-and-grumpy

It’s one of those series that makes you wants more after every chapter. It’s a brilliant story.

Left Behind (series) by @kittenofdoomage

It’s the only John Fic I can read over and over and over again. Its hot, the plot is awesome! And it makes me wants more each and every time I read it.

Not Much Left (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

I think Beka tries to kill her readers every time she writes smut… or she just tap into our mind what we want or what we fantasize about. Every single time I’m speechless by her talents!

Yes Professor (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

It’s a Misha fic, there’s no one who write Misha the way Beka does!!!

Owe You One (series) by @supernatural-jackles

It’s such a great series! The friends with Benefit and Mechanic!Dean… I just love this so much and I don’t have words to describe how good this one is!!

Flirty In French (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

This is brilliant, and I know its an old one, but from someone who finally decided to read more and from someone who is from Quebec, this is absolutely brilliant! The flirty french pick up line are so hilarious!

Nominated by @moosekateer13

Watching for Comets (series) by @holylulusworld

This fic beautifully captures the song that it was inspired by.

It also showcases things that when things are meant to be.

I’ll will all fall into place.

Please Trust Me (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

This fic beautifully emotionally captures what it’s like to have trust issues.

Nominated by @fictionalabyss

Last Call (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer 

It was everything we needed and wanted.

Culinary Exploits (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer  

Too utterly ridiculous not to get a mention.

His Omega (oneshot) by @iflostreturntosteverogers 

A sweet little comfort fic of Dean being utterly perfect caring for his Omega. Carrie also pulled off keeping this gender neutral, which isn’t something I see a lot of, and probably something I’d struggle with, so hats off to you, babe.

Poison (oneshot) by @supernatural-jackles 

YES omg i feel this on such a level. I’ve gone through that shit myself. A friend who lets you down so profoundly but then acts as if you’re the most toxic person in the world.  Nothing feels as good as letting go of that shit and moving on to better things. This was beautiful, and perfect, and TRUTH.

Amara (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer  

This one hurt. It really hurt, but it hurt so good that I’m left wanting more.

Take Me Now (oneshot) by @sorenmarie87  

If Dawn doesn’t continue this, I’ll riot.

Stuck On You (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage  

I rarely read a fic this long (I just don’t usually have the time) but it looked too interesting for me to scroll past, and it had me completely captivated. I needed to know what would happen as if I needed air, even though I could guess how it ended, I needed to read the words. Phenomenal.

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

[jensengirl83]

Leave A Message

Dean x reader

Word Count- 585

Warnings- Angst

A/N- A little drabble I wrote that was on my Patreon before life started kicking my ass lol

Dean sat on the bed, phone in his hand, staring at Y/N’s number. It had been days since he’d called her phone, unable to bring himself to call. She’d been gone a few days now, and he didn’t know how to accept it. How had he lost the woman he loved? How was he supposed to keep going without her by his side? 

He dropped the phone on the mattress, hanging his head. The tears escaped without his consent yet again. He hadn’t been able to control his emotions lately, and it was such a foreign feeling to him. Dean had always been able to shove his feelings deep down, bury them with hunts and whiskey. But, not seeing her face when he woke up in the mornings, hearing her laugh, feel her body against his when he slept was pushing him to the edge of insane. 

Once again, he picked up his phone, wanting, no, needing, to hear her voice. His hands shook as he pressed the button, the phone beginning to ring. Dean held his breath as her voice graced his ears, her voicemail greeting echoing through the silent room. 

“This is Y/N. You know what to do.” 

“Hey, sweetheart. I just had to hear your voice again. I know I said that I would be okay, but I lied. Letting you go has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. God, Y/N, I fucking miss you,” he sighed, his message getting cut off. 

He dialed again, waiting to record another message. 

“Me again,” he laughed wryly, “I needed to tell you how much I love you. It doesn’t seem real that you’re gone. I know you told me to go on, to keep going, but I don’t know if I can, Y/N. Living without you is fucking unbearable.” 

His message was cut off again as he growled in frustration. He just wanted to get all his feelings off his chest. He felt that he would lose his mind if he didn’t. He dialed her number one more time, taking a deep breath to prepare to leave his last message. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I want to tell you that I love you. I’ll always love you, and I’ll never get over losing you, no matter how much time goes by. I hope one day I’ll see your face, kiss your lips, and feel you in my arms again. I miss you, Y/N.” 

Dean ended the call, dropping the phone and breaking out into a sob. Life was so unfair. He had finally let himself love her after years of denying how he felt. All just to lose her. His door opening made him jump, furiously wiping the tears from his face. 

“Are you ready?” Sam asked him sadly. 

“I’ll never be ready, but it’s something I have to do.” 

“Meet you out there?” 

“Yeah, Sam. I’ll be there in a minute,” Dean sighed, every muscle in his body tense, knowing what he had to do. 

He watched as Sam shut his door, his footsteps echoing through the bunker. Dean stood from his seat on the bed, his chest aching and heavy. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on the picture of him and Y/N sitting on the hood of the Impala. He squeezed his eyes shut to fight back more tears. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of his room to go build the funeral pyre for the love of his life. 

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[jensengirl83]

Mending Fences

Dean x reader

Word count-1491

Warnings-Angst, a little fluff, Dean's never-ending self doubt

Summary- Dean has time to reflect his life with Y/N while he's back hunting with Sam. All the decisions he made are now weighing heavily on him. Will he finally come to the right conclusion?

“You can go, or you can stay, Dean. But I don’t think I love you anymore, either way.”

Those words had been playing on repeat in Dean’s head since he walked out of the door to the house he and Y/N shared. He couldn’t believe it had come down to that. He never thought that he would be back in the bunker, sitting at one of the tables in the library, whiskey in his hand. When they had gotten married, he thought that would be it. They would live together in the cute little house she had found and fallen in love with, spending their evenings and weekends together, and possibly a family. But, here he was, alone and drinking his problems away yet again.

His heart ached thinking back to that night in their kitchen when she told him she was done. He loved her. Hell, he was still hopelessly in love with her. But what good it was doing him now. Had he really been that distant? Had he pushed her away without knowing it? His mind was reeling as he thought about the last few years of their relationship.

He had missed hunting with his brother, and he knew that had been on his mind. But he didn’t realize he was letting it affect him like it had. He should’ve known that something would happen to cause their marriage to fail. It’s not like he had ever deserved her in the first place. She was always going to be too good for him, and that was something he would have to learn to live with. Maybe he was better off alone and letting her move on and find someone she deserved.

“Dude, I can hear your self-deprecation from over here,” Sam’s voice broke his internal war with himself.

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you just call her? I can see that you are lost without her.”

“Because I can’t give her what she wants and deserves. She wanted me to be with her, no hunting, and be present in our life, and I couldn’t give that to her.”

“Well, speaking of hunting,” Sam’s voice trailed off.

“What? There another hunt?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what is it?” he asked exasperatedly, wanting his brother to get to the point.

“I’m done, too. We’re getting too old for this, man, and I want to live a normal life. I want to settle down and get married like you and Y/N did. Last week’s hunt was my last one. I’ve found a house. It’s actually three doors down from yours, and Eileen is moving in with me. So, you have a choice to make. You can call her and try to fix your marriage, or stay here and keep hunting. But, it won’t be with me.”

Sam’s words hit him like a freight train. Why didn’t he think that his brother would want to settle down and have a family just as he had wanted? How had he not seen this coming? He had left his wife to come back to hunt with Sammy…but Sammy was quitting. It was apparent that he fucked up and made the wrong decision. But how could she possibly forgive him? She had told him that she didn’t love him anymore, for fuck’s sake! The more he thought, the more he realized that he owed it to her and himself to at least try.

Y/N once again found herself sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee,  her mind racing. She had found herself in this very situation when she told Dean to leave, that she didn’t love him anymore. Damn, what a lie that had been, but she knew he wouldn’t go any other way. She loved that man with every fiber of her being, but she couldn’t stand to see him so unhappy any longer. She knew that she shouldn’t have lied to him, but all she wanted was for him to be happy, whether it was with her or not. Her heart had shattered when she heard the front door close behind him that night, but at least he was happy now, back with his brother where he had always belonged.

She should’ve known that no matter how much they loved each other, she was being selfish when she asked him to leave the life he had known since he was four years old. Her wishful thinking that they could settle down and have a family had done nothing but make the love of her life miserable and cause him to resent her. He had never said the words, but she knew he had to harbor ill feelings toward her for taking him away from his brother. He and Sammy had always only had each other before she came into the picture, and how could she ever think that he would want to be with her more than staying and hunting with Sam? She angrily wiped at the tear that had slid down her cheek when she heard the front door open, causing her to jump.

“Y/N? Are you here?” Dean’s voice filled the room, making her heart skip a beat but also making her angry. Why was he here?

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she deadpanned as he walked into the kitchen, sitting down across from her.

“We need to talk,” he whispered, reaching across to grab her hand, but she pulled away, making his heart shatter.

“No, we don’t. I said everything I needed to say a month ago.”

“Sweetheart, please. I have things I need to say.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about, Dean. I told you how I felt, and you left to go back with Sam. That’s what makes you happy.”

“Damn it! That’s not what makes me happy, Y/N! You make me happy!” he shouted, wanting her to listen to him.

“No, I don’t! You were miserable here. Every action you made showed how unhappy you were with me.”

“I was never unhappy with you. I was mourning the only life I had ever known.”

“That’s my point! You aren’t happy unless you are with Sam hunting. I can’t compete with that, and I refuse to keep you from doing what you love. I can’t have you hate me for keeping you here,” she sighed.

“Oh, sweetheart. I could never hate you,” he spoke softly, reaching for her hand once again, smiling when she didn’t pull away that time.

“Maybe not, but I know you resented me. No matter how much we love each other, it will never work as long as you aren’t here entirely. You can’t have one foot out the door wanting to hunt and this marriage not fall apart.”

“You do still love me!” he exclaimed, causing her to flinch when she realized her mistake. She had slipped up and told him she still loved him.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“That’s all that matters, baby. I’m done, Y/N. Hunting isn’t what I wanted. I had to learn the hard way, but this last month has made me realize that you are all I could ever want. Hunting, hanging out with Sammy, none of it matters to me unless you are by my side. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry I had to hurt you to figure all that out,” he confessed, squeezing her hand and reaching across to wipe the tears on her cheeks with the other hand.

“I want to believe you, Dean. I do. But, as long as Sam is out there hunting, you will never be able to let it go. I know how much he means to you, and all you’ll do is worry about him, which will make you want to go keep an eye on him.”

“See, that’s what you don’t know. It’s over, Y/N. Sammy is out, too. He’s moving into the house three doors down with Eileen. We’re both out, for good,” he reached out to grab her hand that he wasn’t holding, entwining their fingers together, “I know I’ve caused you so much pain, and for that, I will always hate myself. But I’m hurting too, sweetheart. I can’t keep going without you in my life. I know you think Sammy is everything to me, and to a point, he is, but Y/N, you are my life. I can’t imagine another day not coming home to see your smiling face, sleeping in a bed without you, and not feeling your body beneath mine. So, can you please forgive me and let me come home?”

To be a man of few words, he had just said everything she needed to hear. She stood, pulling him to her and kissing him hard. She had missed her husband more than she could ever express in words, and it would take them both trying to mend fences to make it work, but together, they could overcome anything.

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Thanks for the mention @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons

I have a few fluffy oneshots -

Daddy's A Superhero

Don't Wanna Lose You

Never Gonna Lose You

Witches Just Wanna Have Fun (part 1, part 2) - it's crack-ish

The Other Woman (it's crack-ish)

Shake It Off

Cupid's Arrow (RPF)

I know there are some fluffy oneshots (I am bad with names) of @massivelycreepypineapple @roonyxx @jensengirl83 @miss-nerd95 @whatareyousearchingfordean @jawritter @herstarburststories

Hey Cassie, so I’m currently in the hospital awaiting surgery. Because of covid I’m not allowed to have anyone with me and honestly I’m terrified. If you have any good fluffy fics you reccomend to read to help me calm down I would appreciate that. Thank you!

Oh I'm so sorry you're in the hospital alone! That's so terrible!

I don't fluff, though...im so not fluffy...the only thing I can think of that I have is Meant To Be and I can't think of other people's fic that I've read that are fluff...

BUT!

I can call in a squad.

Can anyone rec some good happy flufftastic fics (self-rec, too)? @atc74 @flamencodiva @dean-winchesters-bacon @luci-in-trenchcoats @superfanficnatural @idreamofplaid

Anyone who sees this that wants to rec some good fluffs too!

[jensengirl83]

Bad Things

Jensen x reader

Word Count- 1546

Warnings- SMUT, A little Sub!Jensen,Fluff, Small plot twist

Summary- Jensen is sitting at a bar when she walks in, taking his breath away. A little flirting and charm goes a long way.

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https://www.patreon.com/jensengirl83

Jensen was sitting at the bar, sipping on his negroni, watching all the other patrons on the dance floor. He wasn’t much for dancing, but he didn’t hate it either. It all depended on who he was going to be dancing with, he guessed. It had to be a pretty special woman to get him on the dance floor, though. He wouldn’t dance with just anyone. As that thought crossed his mind, the door to the bar opened, a woman walking in. 

When she walked through the door, all the air left his lungs. She was the sexiest and most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. She sauntered her way up to the bar, her hips hypnotizing him on her way. The way that dress clung to her curves was making him weak. If he hadn’t already been sitting down, he might have collapsed to the floor. His gaze never left her as she walked up and sat down beside him, never glancing at him, as she motioned for the bartender. 

“I’ve got that,” he told the bartender when he set her drink down. 

“Do you now?” she sassed, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

“I most certainly do. A pretty lady like you shouldn’t have to pay for her own drinks,” he smirked, using his best Dean Winchester line. 

“Is that right?” she chuckled, “So, what’s a good-looking man like you doing sitting here all by his lonesome?” 

“Guess I was waiting on you.” 

She threw her head back with laughter. He was laying it on thick, and she had to admit, she loved it. She knew he would be a good time, so she went with it. She leaned over the counter, her cleavage right in his eye line, and smiled. She knew by the look on his face that she had him exactly where she wanted him. 

“Well, lucky for you, I’m right here now, baby,” she winked, taking a long drink of her whiskey. 

“Yes, you are,” he groaned, his pants getting tighter by the second as he looked at her. 

“How about a dance, handsome?” 

“How could I deny you that, darlin’?” 

She grabbed his hand and led him onto the dance floor. She turned her back to him, reaching back to wrap her hands around the back of his neck, grinding her hips against him. She could feel his cock through his jeans, rock hard and impressive size. She smiled to herself as she continued to grind against him, noticing his grip on her waist getting tighter. She spun around his arms, tip-toeing to reach his ear, biting it softly and whispering…

“I could do so many bad things with you,” she moaned, gripping the flannel he was wearing, pulling him tighter against her body. 

“Well, sweetheart, how about he get the hell out of here?” 

“Lead the way,” she smiled, him pulling her out of the bar so fast she thought she would fall. 

“Nice ride!” she swooned as they made their way into the parking lot, Jensen walking her up to the Impala. 

“Yeah, she’s a beauty. But she couldn’t compare to you,” he winked, making her laugh. 

She looked around the parking lot, noticing that it was almost empty and he had parked off to the side with no one around. An idea came to her mind, and she bit her lip thinking about it. She grabbed him, pushing against the classic muscle car, crashing her lips to his. Jensen was shocked at the forwardness in her. 

“I’ve always wanted to get fucked on the backseat of a classic car.” 

“Oh, God…,” Jensen groaned, the thought of taking her in the Impala making his eyes roll. 

“Just call me Y/N,” she giggled, opening the back door and shoving him into the backseat on his back. 

Jensen’s eyes were wide with shock. He had never thought that this was how the night would’ve gone, a sexy woman riding him in his baby. She looked at him as if she was going to devour him, and he had no complaints. He was used to being the one in control, but it was apparent that wasn’t happening tonight. 

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and do what I say?” she asked, crawling to straddle his hips, grinding them down in a circle making him cry out. 

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want!” he growled, so turned on he thought he would come right then. 

“Good. I told you I could do bad things with you, and that’s just what I intend to do.” 

She reached for the hem of her dress, yanking it up over her head and throwing it in the front seat, Jensen following suit with his t-shirt and flannel. She bent down, kissing his chest, trailing open-mouthed kisses on her way down. Once she reached his belt, she unbuckled it and pulled it off with a fast jerk, making Jensen jump. She was indeed in total control, and he was a mess underneath her. He was quivering in anticipation as she unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly and then pulling his pants and boxers off in one quick pull, leaving him naked and seething with lust for her. 

“Damn, that’s impressive,” she smirked, looking down at his weeping cock, “But I always did love a challenge.” 

“Sweetheart, please! I need to feel you!” he begged, his length throbbing to be in her tight heat. 

“You’ll get it when I say so. Good boys wait patiently. Do you not want to be good for me?” she whispered seductively. 

“Yes. God, yes! I want to be good. I just need you so bad, baby,” he whimpered, reaching up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples softly. 

“Yes, just like that. Such a good boy for me,” she moaned, making Jensen’s eyes roll back with her praise. He never thought he would love that as much as he was. 

She raised up on her knees, pulling her panties to the side, then slowly lowered herself down on him, running his cock through her slick. She knew she was teasing him, but it turned her on to see him a withering, begging mess under her. His eyes were lust-blown, the green almost all replaced by the black of his pupils. After a few more seconds of teasing, she grabbed him and lined him up with her entrance, dropping down and taking all of him in one quick motion. 

“Oh, fuck!” Jensen screamed out. The sudden feeling of being buried in her almost made him come. 

“Oh, that’s what I plan on doing,” she moaned, beginning to bounce up and down on him rapidly. 

Jensen shut his eyes and grit his teeth. It was taking all his willpower not to finish before her. He had never been dominated like this before, and he loved it. The feeling of her tight pussy taking him to the hilt, and the sexy moans leaving her as she chased her end, were driving him mad. He grabbed her hips, helping her move against him, both close to their highs. 

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

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

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

She collapsed down on his chest as he ran his hand up and down her back. They laid there for a few minutes, just enjoying the after sex bliss and catching their breath. The silence was broken when Y/N began to giggle, Jensen joining her. 

“Thank you, Jay,” she smiled, leaning up to peck his lips. 

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, hoping he had pleased her the way she had wanted. 

“It was perfect. Thank you for indulging me.” 

“When my wife tells me she has a fantasy about picking up Dean in a bar and dominating him in the backseat of his baby, who am I to tell her no? Besides, I’m the best man for the job.” 

They both laughed at his joke before she sat up to find her dress and him finding his clothes. Once they were dressed and in the front seat, ready to go home, she leaned over and kissed him again, more passionately than before. 

“Thank you again, babe. You didn’t have to do that for me.” 

“I wanted to darlin’, and you know what?” 

“What, Jay?” 

“I hope you aren’t too tired, cause it’s my turn to do bad things to you when we get home!” 

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

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"It's better if I just pack up my bags and permanently move to Antarctica.”

This is from an upcoming Dean x Reader oneshot, titled 'Better Than Fiction'.

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[jensengirl83]

Wrong Side Of Heaven

Dean x reader

Word Count-1200

Summary- Dean has feelings for Y/N, but is afraid to put a target on her back by confessing his love. Will he be too late to let her know how he feels?

Warnings- ANGST! A tiny bit of fluff.

A/N- This was written for @wonder-cole's 500 follower challenge. Prompt will be in bold.

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It had been one of the worst hunts they had in a long time. Anything that could go wrong did, and they hadn’t even killed the demon behind it all. He had managed to get away, and that was eating Dean alive. After what that son of a bitch had done to Y/N, he wanted him dead, his whole family massacred.

Dean had decided to come back to the bunker and drink until he passed out. Y/N had gotten hurt, and it was his fault. He wasn’t fast enough to get to her before the demon had stabbed her, slicing her open like a cow at slaughter. He was still passed out on his bed when his door opened, and Y/N stepped through the door.

“Dean? Are you awake?”

He opened one eye to look at her. Her beautiful face was a little blurry from the alcohol still swimming in his system. He had been head over heels for the huntress for years but was too scared to put that target on her back by telling her how he felt. He had kept it pushed down, bottled up, and that’s where he wanted it to stay. But after today, he didn’t know how much resolve he had left. He had nearly lost her anyway. So, what was the point in hiding his feelings now?

“I am now,” he grumbled sleepily, still a little drunk.

“You were screaming for me,” she whispered, waiting on his response.

“It was probably a dream about what happened. I’m fine. You need to go back to bed and rest,” he stated bluntly, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

“D, it’s okay. You can talk to me.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to talk. I just want to sleep.”

She had a pout on her lips as she walked over to his bed, sitting down beside him. She locked eyes with him, never wavering as she ran her hand down his arm to link their fingers together. Dean could hear his heart beating in his ears. He had always wanted her, but now, he was on the fence. He didn’t confess his love to keep her safe, but that hadn’t saved her from almost being killed today. But if he didn’t tell her, what would happen next time?

“Dean, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Pushing me away. It’s not fair.”

“Y/N…,” he whimpered, hoping she wouldn’t have this conversation right now.

“No, D. I almost died today. I think the time for us dancing around each other is over, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied, but she could see right through him.

“You’re a hero, Dean. You’re strong and brave. But yet, you seem scared of me, and I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Sweetheart, I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone. Yes, I’ve saved people, but I’ve lost them, too. I’ve been too late to save people I love. Like today, I almost lost you because I was too late. I can’t handle losing you. Not now, not ever,” he choked on a sob, the thought of losing her too much.

“But I’m still here. I’m here because you did save me, Dean. After I almost died, I thought how horrible it would’ve been to go to the grave with you not knowing how much you mean to me, how much I love you.”

Dean sat frozen. She had just told him she loved him. She had just said the words that he had always wanted to say but was too scared to utter aloud. She had just called him a hero, told him he was brave, yet she was the one to have the balls to admit her feelings. All the while, he had been hiding behind his.

“Y/N, I-I….”

“Shh, just listen. I love you, Dean. I have for a long time, and I can’t keep hiding it. I can’t go to my end without you knowing that you are loved, wanted, and so much more. You deserve the world, D, and I would love to be the one to try and give it to you. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but just know, I’m here. I’ll always be here to love you, hold you, carry you when you aren’t strong enough to stand on your own. You said you aren’t made of stone. So, let me be your rock.”

Dean couldn’t form words. His eyes were blurred with unshed tears, and his heart pounding with the love he had for her. Within seconds of her speech, he had her face cupped between his calloused hands, his lips crushing against hers. He poured all the love and adoration he had in that kiss, hoping she could feel what she meant to him. Dean Winchester was tired of hiding behind the walls he had so carefully constructed. He wanted her, and she wanted him. That’s all that mattered now.

“Dean. Dean! Hey man, time to wake up,” Sam’s voice made him wake with a start, sitting straight up and looking around the room.

It all hit him again. Y/N wasn’t really there. It had all been a dream. She had died on that warehouse floor, blood oozing and surrounding them as Dean held her in his arms as he watched the life drain from her eyes. He had been too late after all.

Y/N had gone to her death, never knowing how loved she truly was. She would never know that Dean would’ve done anything to make her happy or to hear her laugh. Her laugh. He would never hear that magical sound again. He broke down into sobs as his brother ran over to wrap his arms around him, trying his best to comfort his brother. Sam knew what it was like to lose the woman you love, and he never wanted that for his older brother. Once Dean had calmed, Sam had to ask the question that he never wanted to let pass his lips.

“Are you ready to light the pyre? I’ve got everything ready.”

Dean sighed, knowing he couldn’t put it off any longer. He stood and followed his little brother out to the woods behind the bunker. There she was. Wrapped in a sheet, her body still and lifeless atop the wooden platform. He had to choke back more sobs as his brother asked him he wanted him to light it.

“No. I’ll do it. I owe her that much, Sammy,” he whispered, reaching for his lighter, flicking it, and throwing it at the foot of the pyre.

He stood silent as he watched the flames make their way up to her body. He had lost one more person he loved, but this one hurt so much more. She never knew that she was loved. But he vowed from that day forward, he would get his revenge. He just hoped he would see her again one day, but he didn’t know if that would happen. You never know where you’re going to end up when you’re on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell.

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