#mechanic!dean x mobster!reader

[holylulusworld]

Paid

Request: Have you ever considered writing a mafia!reader x Dean? like maybe he need more money to help Sam in school but what he earn isn't enough so he start to hustle at pool but then he plays one of her men and when they took him to her, she doesn't punish him because she remember he and Sam were the only one not afraid to be her friends in school. She gives him one of her clean activity so he can help Sam and stay safe. I think it would be an interesting scenario to see 

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Mobster!Reader; Sam Winchester x Ruby ‘the dame’ Demon

Characters: Bobby Singer

Warnings: angst, language, mobster business, fluff, implied smut, secret relationship, I mention the word sex slave (in a funny conversation)

A/N: Please excuse the awful mobster nicknames. 😉; Gabriel and Gadreel are brothers for my story. (Please consider their surname, just like Ruby’s as a joke)

Part 3/3 - Catch up here:

Part 1 - Debts

Part 2 - Interest

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Fuck,” someone growls next to your room, moaning audibly. The female seems to enjoy herself and you wonder if Dean had the guts to bring a random girl into your house. It’s not as if you are in a relationship but you will not tolerate he disrespects you. “Harder,” the woman now orders, and you switch the light on.

Angrily clenching your jaw, you get out of your bed to storm toward your door, muttering under your breath.

“I will kill him,” ripping your door open you walk toward the room you offered to Dean only to bump into your mechanic, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, pointing toward the room his baby brother inherits during the Christmas holiday. “I told Sammy to not bring any girl here.”

“Ah, yeah,” you huff, relieved it wasn’t Dean who brought a girl to your home. “Uh-while we are awake at 3 am how about we get a snack?” you offer, giggling as Dean’s eyes drift toward your chest. “We still got some pie left.”

“I always liked Garfield,” humming to himself, his eyes still glued to the shirt you are wearing, he licks his lips. “Do you have matching shorts too?”

“Careful, Winchester,” sliding your hand into his large palm you lead Dean down the stairs. “I can still not share the pie with you.”

“Did I mention I’m sorry Sammy brought a random chick to your home? He’s young, just broke up with his girlfriend or she with him,” scratching his scruffy chin Dean shrugs. “Young love – huh?”

“Ya know, when I was young, like Sam-,” you giggle, acting as if you are elder than you are. “Back then, things were easier.”

“I remember clearly,” Dean nods, huffing as the door to the kitchen flings open.

Sam steps inside, grinning cheekily, followed by the girl he brought home.

“RUBY?” gasping you watch Ruby smirk when she leads her lover inside your kitchen. “What did I tell you about seducing Dean’s brother?” you scold, laughing as your friend shrugs, a dirty grin on her lips.

“Look at him,” she swoons, sliding her hand over Sam’s chest, making the tall man shiver at her touch. “He’s so tall and handsome. I can climb up at him and he, well he can manhandle me the way he wants to,” she turns her head toward you, giving you a wink, “and I let him, Y/N. Thrice…”

“I think I just lost my appetite,” choking on his pie Dean shudders. “Sammy, you are here for Holidays, not to break more hearts.”

“She jumped at me, Dean,” Sam defends, mirroring your friend's grin. “Ruby is a bad girl, so demanding and tiny.” now you shudder as Sam looks down at Ruby, shamelessly roaming her body with his eyes.

“I warned you, Y/N. You knew when Dean brings his brother in my territory there is a high risk I’ll just snatch him out of his hands and do dirty things with him,” Ruby coos. “Look at him. His girlfriend broke his heart, and he needs someone to help him ease the pain.”

“They are shameless,” muttering Dean whispers in your ear. “How about we eat the pie in my room and plan how to survive seeing my brother half-naked with your friend.”

“Deal-“

“Christmas is close, and you are a free man now,” humming Dean closes the trunk of the last car he repaired while still in your debts. ”Just saying boy, it’s not too late to run. I don’t want to lose the best mechanic I ever had, but Y/N’s kind of business is not for you.”

“I signed a contract and-“ watching you walk toward him Dean smiles, sighing dreamily as you are wearing a red plaid, matching his. He gave it to you to thank you for your kindness, hoping you’ll like it.

“Nice new shirt, kiddo,” Bobby watches you and Dean warily. “Ah balls, kids,” lifting his cap Bobby mutters under his breath. “Does anyone know yet?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” swallowing thickly Dean looks at Bobby, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Let’s have lunch and talk about Holidays or something.”

“You are wearing matching clothes. The hickey on your neck tells me someone gave you a bit too much attention and,” Bobby laughs when you poorly try to hide the grin on your lips, “my kiddo looks like a love-sick teen next to you.”

“Bobby, don’t tell anyone,” you whisper, looking over your shoulder, not missing Gadreel and Benny watch your every step. “Gadreel still doesn’t like Dean and I want to make sure he’s safe.”

“Sooner or later people will find out you are dating your mechanic, Y/N. I can protect him while he’s at work, but not all the time. If you want this man,” huffing Bobby looks at Dean, before he pinches the bridge of his nose, “you must clarify he’s yours. Like your father would’ve done.”

“I’m not my father,” you quip. “I told you that I’ll not claim someone to make sure he’s-“

“Kiddo, if you clarify Dean is yours, everyone will stay the fuck away from your man. No one will dare to touch a hair on his head, you know it.”

“But-“ sputtering the word you nod, looking at the man right in front of you, wearing a matching plaid. “You are right, Bobby. If I want Dean to be safe, I’ll have to make my claim on him known.”

“Claim?” cocking his head Dean laughs nervously. “Will you just ‘take me’ right in front of the people? How does this work?”

“I will declare you are my man, parade around town with you. We need to be seen and my men will spread the word. I would’ve asked Ruby for help but she’s busy screwing your brother’s brain out,” your face stoic you try to explain the consequences of your relationship to Dean.

“Don’t mention Ruby and Sammy-“ shuddering Dean looks at you, frowning as he can see a single tear run down your cheek. “What’s wrong? I’m up to this whole claiming thing, promised. I got no problem if anyone knows we are a pair.”

“Dean, you’ve got no clue what this means to you and your life. Everyone will know you are mine-“ sniffling you hate you are not a normal woman, living a normal life. “This would ruin you and your reputation. Not to mention it would effect Sam’s life too.”

“Yeah-and?” cocking a brow Dean looks at you. “Sammy is a grown man and he just started to have an affair with one of your most trusted people.”

“When she says you are hers, Y/N means it. All the people in town, everyone you have ever known will hear that you are in her debts and that’s the reason she made you her lover,” Bobby tries to reason with Dean, failing miserably.”

“Like a sex slave?” a dirty grin on his lips Dean looks at you. “Right? They will think you forced me into your bed to pay my debts. Uh-dirty. Do you want me to have your name on my ass or shoulder?”

“Dean, this isn’t funny,” stepping closer you cup Dean’s cheek, softly pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. “I want you to have a good and fulfilled life. With me, you’ll never be free.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be free, not if it means living without you, sweetheart,” Dean presses his lips to yours, swallows all your protests. “I don’t care how – as long as we can be together.”

“We are going to marry,” Ruby exclaims, snickering when Dean’s mouth falls open. “Sam wants to be my husband sooner than later.”

“Ruby, stop giving my boyfriend a heart attack. It’s Christmas and not nice of you to do so,” you scold. “I hope you used condoms, kids. We don’t want little Ruby’s run around the house.”

“Aw, we wanted to have three or four kids,” laughing at Dean’s pained expression Ruby sits next to Sam, grinning widely. “I was just joking. I can assure you we acted like responsible young people.”

“Why is she here during Christmas again?” Dean whispers in your ear.

“Just like me, Ruby got no family left. All of her friends work for me and are with their families over Christmas, well except for the ones protecting us. But they work in shifts, so everyone has a day off for Christmas.”

“You’re a good boss,” Sam looks around the large living room, admiring the Christmas tree you chose this year. “Dad never got a Christmas tree.”

“I do it every year. It’s the only good thing I remember when I think about my father. He got the prettiest tree for my mom and me before he decided to file for divorce and sent us away,” you sniff, holding Dean’s gaze.

“Dad was a hard man, but I try to remember the good things, not his bad habits,” Dean mumbles. “I understand very well how you feel, Y/N.”

“That’s nice,” humming silently you watch the fire die in the fireplace in your bedroom. “I could get used to having you in my arms for the rest of my life, Y/N.” Dean tries, carefully bringing your relationship up again.

“Dean, we’ve talked about this. If we make it official, there is no turning back. The moment you break up with me or leave me for someone else, you are fair game. This is nothing I want for you,” sniffling you hide your face in Dean’s neck, wetting his skin with your tears.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want someone else or to leave. My mom used to say that when you find the right person, your person,” pecking your hair Dean sighs deeply, “you feel like you belong, you feel like coming home.”

“Coming home,” lifting your head to meet Dean’s eyes you fight to blink the tears away. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“I feel like that around you, Y/N. Whenever you are with me, it feels like home. I don’t care if anyone believes I owe you shit. All I want is to be with you, no matter what.”

“You sure, Dean?”

“Damn sure,” smiling you hold Dean’s gaze. “I don’t want to leave or find someone else. Please don’t shut me out, baby girl.”

“You feel like home to me too,” kissing him softly you smile against Dean’s lips. “Good thing you paid your debts, or your ass would be all mine-“

“I’m all yours, Y/N. Every part of me…”

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[a-winchester-fairytale]

Teaser for 5 new fics I am currently working on. 😁

Coming soon....

1. A multipart model series with Sam and Dean going undercover to protect a photographer against the supernatural

2. Baking isnt the only way to a Winchester's heart

3. Mobster's Daughter...a series

4. Breaking down in a tiny town may be the best thing that ever happened

5. My first Cas x Reader fic

[xlynnbbyx]

You know as much as I love reading Hunter Dean Winchester series I do enjoy so many AU Dean Winchester series. There have been so many great ones that I have read and reread over n over. My favorite ones has to be Mechanic Dean, Mobster Dean, CEO/Boss Dean, and Neighbor Dean. Which yes I think there needs to be more series written with those. I also think there needs to be more Detective Dean Winchester and Rockstar Dean Winchester series.

I don’t think I ever seen any medical Dean Winchester series though. You know where Dean is either doctor, nurse or emt. If anyone knows any good Medical Dean Winchester x Female Reader series please let me know. Also up for any AU Dean Winchester x Female Reader series suggestions as well so if you have any recommendations let me know!!

Also my asks are open so if you wanna ask me anything go ahead!! You can ask about my love of Supernatural, my love for Jensen, if I like any other shows, anything personal or whatever you want to k just ask!! I will answer anything. I hope everyone is having a great day or whatever time of day it is for you.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Something Just Like This - CH03

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: I don’t even bother with the warnings because lol, there’s none. Maybe a little feeling? I dunno.

WC: 3564

SERIES MASTERLIST

The drive back is dragging and Dean feels that the alcohol in his bloodstream did nothing to help him clear his head or calm him down. If anything, it just leaves him more agitated. 

He dreads going back. Dreads having to face his responsibility because more than anything, he wants to shut himself in his room and not want to deal with all the problems he has to face lately.

Fergus MacLeod, the mayor of the city called in earlier today, said that he’d be at Sam’s law firm opening, told Dean that he hoped that there would be lots of women too. Crowley’s been a lover of the ladies, and Dean knows that he needs Crowley on his side. And Dean hates that, hates that he’s being played like a puppet, his strings held together by a mayor who has more skeletons in the closet than Dean does and yet, he can’t expose him because Dean and his men would go down with him.

Maybe that’s why he decided to go to the Roadhouse for a drink. But who is he kidding, because in reality he went in to see her. 

Now he’s on the way back when all he wants is to have stayed longer. 

He wishes he could turn back time, go back to sitting at the bar and actually talking to Y/N. It took him what? Almost two hours to summon his courage to talk to her? What the fuck is wrong with him? He doesn’t even know himself anymore. He’s usually much smoother than that.

Sure enough, as soon as he walks down the winding stairs to the library of the bunker, Sam’s already on his case.  

“Where have you been?” Sam asks when Dean steps off the last step, Dean’s one foot shy from touching the ground.

The bunker has been their HQ since the building that used to house their HQ blew up with their dad still in it. Sam had found this place, something to do with his love for books and shit. Dean doesn’t really understand, but it’s a good place, secluded, nobody around, nobody could know what’s going on in here. And it has some bedrooms for when they’re too lazy to go home. Which, lately, happens more often than not, Dean reckons. 

“Jeez, mom, I went and had a drink, alright,” Dean scoffs and sits down at the table, running his hand through his hair, ruffling it up in the process, “Didn’t know that I have to report my every fucking move to you.” 

“You went to the Roadhouse?” Sam raises an eyebrow in question as he shuffles through the stack of papers laid out before him and Dean looks at him, his eyebrows pulled together. “Called Ellen,” Sam shrugs. 

Dean breathes out. I need a fucking drink, he thinks, but of course he knows that he can’t, he doesn’t want Sam to worry about his drinking habit too much. Sam would go all wise-ass on him, telling him that he should fucking talk more instead of using alcohol as his coping mechanism because, apparently, that is not healthy. Dean’s sick of hearing it. 

“Don’t get why you always go there. It’s an hour out! We have a couple of good bars here too, you know that right? Not that you should be drinking anyway, but you do know that you even own some of the bars?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean’s head hurts from rolling his eyes. 

��You took the Impala?”

“Of course I took my Baby,” Dean’s eyes narrow as he looks at Sam. He knows where this is going. Still, he can’t sit on his damn mouth and challenges his brother, “Why? Am I not allowed to take my own car and go have a fucking drink on my fucking own?”

Sam’s face softens up. He knows that Dean’s aggression is not really directed at him. Dean’s frustrated and Sam gets that, “We have a garage full of great bulletproof SUVs. Just saying,”

“Bulletproof.” Dean snorts.

“Yeah,” Sam nods, “You never know Dean. We don’t know about Lucifer. Maybe he’s butthurt and thinks that if he kills you, he can come back. For all I know, he could have a bullet with your name on it. No, I’m pretty sure he has a bullet with your name on it!” 

“Bullets ain’t killing me, Sam.” Dean sighs. 

“Oh, just because you were lucky in Afghanistan you think you’d be lucky here?” Sam slams in fits on the table and Dean didn’t spare a glance, “Newsflash Dean, you’re not immortal!”

There’s footsteps coming in from the kitchen and Dean turns to look at the source, thankful for whoever is here with them because then they could maybe change the subject.

Cas appears with a mug of coffee in his hand. “Fucking finally the boss graces us with his presence.” 

Dean can’t help but roll his eyes again, and thinks that he really needs a fucking drink but instead of drinking, he thinks that he can maybe distract himself with work, “So, what’s on the schedule? When does the cargo arrive?”

He watches Cas blow at the coffee before the man takes a sip and swallows, “2AM, you’re in?” 

“Why shouldn’t I be in?” Dean asks, a little hurt, a lot offended.

“Well, last time you drank yourself into a coma.” Cas shrugs and Dean couldn’t help but notice Sam’s side eyes. 

Yeah, that might have been true. He’s under a lot of pressure since there’s been news that Lucifer now has his own army of people who could make Dean’s life a living hell. 

Lucifer was his Dad’s right hand man. Well, before Dean came back and took over, he was even running the fucking joint with Sam. He was butthurt when Dean came back and instead of going back to being just a right hand man, Lucifer decided to leave and set up something on his own. He’s since been manipulating and stealing from Dean and Dean can’t say that he’s fucking thrilled about that.

“That was one fucking time, Cas!” Dean huffs, rubbing over his scruff and darts his tongue out to wet his lips, “2AM. I’m coming with you.”

      Ellen takes the cash out of the register and Y/N notices her doing that very thing a couple of times during the night. Ellen, apparently, still has some trust issues but can Y/N really blame her? 

No, she really can’t. She wouldn’t trust someone who’s only been working here for four days with the money, too. She wonders what made Jo leave, thinks that it maybe has something to do with the people who frequented the bar. 

Although Y/N’s only been here for four days, she’s been grabbed and groped by so many greasy fingers that she really had to teach someone a lesson for the others to stop making the same mistake. She thought that Ellen would be angry at her for causing a scene with blood spattered on the dirty wooden floor, and a patron suffering from a broken jaw, but Ellen just laughed it off and placed her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “You’re doing great.” She said and Y/N can’t say that she wasn’t proud to hear that.

Yeah, she thinks, I can manage here. Besides, there are some really great guys and she gets so much information on the business that the Winchesters are running, even if it’s from hearsay. 

  *

 It’s almost 4AM and the Roadhouse is empty with only Ash who’s laying passed out on the pool table. The sight’s not unusual, though. He’s done that four nights in a row now and Y/N thinks that it might be his MO. I’ll wake him up when I’m finished, she thinks and continues to fill the bucket to sweep the floor. 

She’s in the middle of sweeping in the corner of the bar — where it strangely stinks of piss — when she hears the door opening and closing. She stops to sweep mid-motion and tilts her head to the door, her mind already thinking about how she could fend off the attacker, because, let’s be real, nothing good happens after 4AM, right? The broom in her hand can be a deadly weapon and she grips onto it a little tighter.

Breathing out a relief, she smiles when she sees that she doesn’t really have to fend for her life. “We’re closed.” She says simply.

Dean runs his hand through his hair and sighs, he rubs over his jaw and opens his mouth to say something but he doesn’t. Instead, he looks around and walks behind the bar to retrieve a bottle of whiskey out of the pantry. She didn’t even know Ellen kept any whiskey there.

Dean takes a tumbler from the top shelf and looks back at her, “I just need a drink.” 

Y/N stops sweeping and looks at him puzzled. She watches as he pours himself a finger and tips the glass back, downing the shot in one go. He shakes his head at the burn and sets the glass down to fill it some more.

She abandons the cleaning, takes a couple of steps towards the bar and Dean raises his eyebrows in question when she approaches. He grins suddenly, bright and wide, and turns around to get another glass, “Come on, drink with me.” 

“I’m working,” She says and is a little embarrassed at how it might have sounded. But the fact is, that she never drinks when she’s working, and she isn’t really keen on changing that, even if she’s undercover. 

Dean chuckles lightly, “You’re really a good girl, aren’t you?” He says with a smirk, and she doesn’t know if he’s making fun of her but the look he gives her doesn’t seem like he’s joking. It’s more like some kind of statement. A fact. And also, it’s true. 

He waits for her signal, the bottle tipped to the glass, waiting to somehow hear an ‘okay’ before he would pour it but he doesn’t press any further. The grin is still on his face, like he knows that she’ll say ‘yes’ and she hates him for knowing it. Hates, how he can read her mind.

Dean winks at her before he pours it and she takes the glass as he laughs. It’s loud, sharp, his deep voice drumming in the silence of the bar. He walks out from behind the counter and sits on the bar stool. The same one he sat in earlier.

“Cheers,” He says and clinked his glass to hers.

“Cheers,” She echoes him, and takes a sip of the brown liquid, shakes her head and squints her eyes through the burn which made Dean laugh out loud. 

“I’m sorry,” Dean says then, “For bursting in. Didn’t know where else I should go, and I needed a drink.” 

She hops from the stool and takes another sip before she walks back to her broom, “That’s alright. I just need to finish so I can go home. Guess Ellen doesn’t mind you’re here?” 

“Well, I don’t know,” Dean shrugs, stands up and takes off his jacket, “Where is she anyway?”

“Counting money in the back. Told me to close up.” 

    They had been stood up. Cas and him were waiting but the driver never arrived. Dean guesses that something has happened. Maybe Lucifer got wind. Someone has got some fucking explaining to do, because Dean’s sure that there’s a fucking rat amongst his men. And he hates that, hates being played. He’s the one who does the playing, and it should never be the other way around. 

He let Cas track the vehicle with GPS and thought that he needed a goddamn drink to deal with all this. 

Before Dean even knew where he’s going, he was driving towards the Roadhouse and he doesn’t even know if it was still open, doesn’t know if she’d still be there, but he just needs fucking something to get him over the bad night. Something to calm his fucking nerves.

He ignored the Closed sign on the door, was damn happy that the door was still unlocked and when he stepped in, he thought that he made a mistake but he couldn’t back out now. She’d already seen him. So, forward he went. Even though he knew that he was making a fool out of himself.

Dean ignored her at first, ignored the beating of his heart when he heard her voice and went straight for the pantry. 

And now he’s here, taking off his jacket and tie and rolling back his sleeves because he’s holding her back from work and the least he can do is lending her a hand.

She’s a good girl, he can see. Wonders if she’s ever done anything illegal, wonders if she’d be appalled knowing he’s done something illegal — still does, every fucking day. And he really wonders how a good fucking girl ends up here at the Roadhouse. 

He walks over to her, holding a hand out and she’s reluctant at first but then hands the broom over to him with a shy smile on her face. 

“Where were you? That corner there?” Dean is pointing his chin to a corner and walks over, the stench of piss penetrates his nostrils the closer he gets, “Woah, tell Ellen to do something about it. Build another fucking toilet or something!” 

He hears her giggle behind him as he scrubs away at the floor, thinking that it’s a fucking beautiful sound. 

    Y/N wonders why Dean does it. A man with his power, with his money, is cleaning off piss from the floor of a dingy bar. She can’t help but giggle at the image in front of her. 

Standing back, she watches, watches his muscled backside moving, watches the tense in his forearm. Watches the firm ass in his dress pants, and she feels blood rushing up to her cheeks. 

Fuck. She should not be thinking that about someone she’s paid to get close to. Because after all, that’s the truth and her real job. She’s paid to find out more about him. And somehow, she thinks, she might find out more about Dean than she sets herself out to. If he’d let her, that is. But right now, she thinks that she’s doing quite alright.

When Dean finishes, his face beams with pride. “So, can we get back to that drink?” He asks, when she takes the bucket from him and rolls it towards the sink attached to the bar. 

She lifts it up and empties the dirty water into it while Dean sits back on his bar stool and watches her with some kind of admiration. Why? Did he really think that she couldn’t lift a fucking bucket of water? It’s not that hard. She went through worse in training. 

Y/N wipes at the counter afterwards, sipping away at her drink while Dean pours himself another. It’s his..what? Fifth? Sixth? Not that she’s counting or anything, but he should really not be doing any driving in the near future. 

When she finishes wiping down the counter top, she washes her hand, and she steps back behind the counter opposite of Dean. 

“You should really drink up so I can go home and shower the stink of the night off me,” She’s feeling a bit woozy in the head, the whiskey clearly fucked up her brain because how else could she explain what she just said. She’s normally not the one to reveal too much, but also she’s usually not the one who drinks, so there’s that. Normally she’d have a beer or a glass of wine in the span of an hour or so, her body can take that, but not whiskey. She’s not made for drinking too much alcohol, she guesses. 

“Now that’s an image that I’ll never get out of my head,” He says easy, his eyes looking straight at her and there’s a smirk. 

He teases her, she thinks, right?  

“I take it, it’s my cue to go,” He clears his throat, tips the glass to his lips and throws his head back. His Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, and she bites down on her bottom lip, thinks how nice his throat looks. 

Ugh.

“I’m sorry but I’m really tired,” She apologizes and Dean waves her off.

“It’s my fault. I kept you from going home. So,” He says, putting his jacket back on, “Say, do you want to wake up Ash or shall I?” 

“Shit, Ash.” 

“Let me,” Dean smiles, walking back behind the bar and takes a pint from the stack, fills it at the tap with cold water. He sticks his tongue out, resting it at the corner of his lips while he laughs to himself and she thinks that it’s fucking cute, even though she should not be thinking that. At all.

Dean winks before he walks over to the pool table, “Fire! Fire!” Dean yells, his voice rough and loud as he empties the pint on Ash’s face, making the other man jolt up with a scream. 

They were both laughing and Dean tips his head back, his hand hugging his belly. 

“What the fuck, Dean!” Ash is heard saying as he hops off the table, “Y/N! You let him do that to me? Really? And I really liked you!”

“I’m sorry!” She says, still laughing hard. 

Dean grabs Ash around his shoulders and walks him to the back of the bar, where Ash has a room. “Let’s get you to bed, buddy. And hey, I need you to get back to Cas as soon as you’re sober, alright?” Dean winks at her before setting the glass back on the counter and continues to walk Ash to the back door. “Good night!” He yells before Ash mumbled some curse words and Dean returns back to the bar counter. 

So, Ash is working for him too? She wonders what he’s doing. She should be able to find a night where Ash’s passed out so she could sneak into his room. 

Dean walks to the exit and holds the door open, looking back at her, “You coming?” 

“What.. oh, yeah, yeah.” She loses her apron, grabs her bag from under the sink, switches off the light at the main switch and hurries to Dean.

He steps aside to let her lock up. 

“I’ll walk you to the car,” He says and she can see that Dean has parked right at the front of the bar while she parked it way in the back. 

She finds it a little amusing that he thinks that she needs to be protected. Wonders, what he would think if he knew who she really was.

“You’re not going to drive, are you?” She asks as they arrive at her car, and she can’t believe why she asked, why she even cares.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about that.” He’s grinning, amused that she’s worried. 

“I mean, I could drive you, just tell me where.” 

Dean huffs out a laugh, “If I tell you where I live, I’d have to kill you.” 

“Oh.” 

He flinches, thinking she didn’t get the joke but she did. She’s just bummed that he won’t let her find out where he really lives because that would make her stay here so much shorter, it would be over so quick and she partly doesn’t really know if she’d want that. 

“I’m joking, it’s a joke, you know… if I tell you I have to kill you? You get it?” He tries to explain and she laughs, because yeah, she has to, hopes he doesn’t notice that it’s somewhat fake. 

“Anyway, thanks.” She says and unlocks her car.

Dean’s still standing there. Unmoved. It’s as if he wants to say something. She waits but when Dean doesn’t make an effort of saying anything, she opens the door to her car. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yeah?” She has to hold back her grin. 

“Sam, my brother, is having a party. He’s opening his own law firm and I don’t even know if you have dresses or if you’d be interested but,” Y/N can see him taking a deep breath, as if it’s really hard for him to say those things, “I was wondering if you would want to come?”

“Uh.. I don’t know? Um...yeah, why not?” 

“Great,” He smiles so bright and wide and his chest heaves, as he stands just a little straighter, “I’ll let you know the details as soon as he figures it out.” 

“Like, do I really need to wear a dress?” She asks, because she hasn’t worn a dress in years and she doesn’t even know if the ones she has would still fit her. 

“Don’t worry about that,” He grins and it’s that cocky grin again. Something she can’t really read. It’s as if he’s planning something but she doesn’t quite know what, “Right, I don’t wanna hold you up from your shower.”

Dean steps back, and Y/N nods as she gets into the car. He waits for her to settle, his hand on the door of her car. 

“I just wanna add that you’ve brightened up my night, Y/N. Thanks for that.” There’s a smile on the corner of his lips when he closes the car door for her.

CH.04

[bamby0304]

Bamby’s Recs: Jan 2019

This Month’s Recommendations Are…

Bed of Roses by @crispychrissy​

Anything written by my Chrissy is perfection, including this fic!! Mobster Winchesters and scary- but hot- Dean?? Yes please ♥

Bitten by @saxxxology​

WEREWOLF!ALPHA!SAM, NEED I SAY MORE?? ♥

Night on the Town by @sculptorofbeginnings​

The car scene killed me!! ♥

Power by @crispychrissy​

Demon blood drinking!Sam. Demon. Blood. Drinking. Sam. Like, dude, what’s not to love?? ♥

The Cursed by @saxxxology​

It’s set in the 18th-century, has hot ABO action, and is written by one of the best Sam!girls out there... you don’t wanna miss out on this!! ♥

The Video by @impala-dreamer

ojbfvoijebfvibejohhebfhubvuohbeuohvbwruohbuohrufhvbuwhfbvuhbrtuohbtrhbowrhbuwehbutowehbtuhwebtuhwtuhbuhwohtwoeuhowhobweohbohweohweoh... I have no words ♥

The Whole Package by @kittenofdoomage

It’s cute, it’s funny, there’s a dog, and hot Sam sex... I want more ♥

With a Bang by @impala-dreamer

I’m not a shipper, but this?? Damn!! ♥

Wishverse by @crashdevlin​

After what happened in the fic that came before this one, I am hanging on the edge of my seat, waiting for things to go bad. But at the same time, I’m loving every second of this incredible piece!! ♥

Not to Toot My Own Horn…

Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself

My fist Misha fic, written for @spnskinnyballs​‘ challenge and a square for my spnkinkbingo card ♥

Down Under

A Demon!Dean x Australian!Reader for my Accent Kink spnkinkbingo square, and for Australia Day

Kiss for the Birthday Boy

A Dean x Reader oneshot for his birthday ♥

Spanner in the Works

A mechanic!Sam series for my spnkinkbingo and @covered-byroses​‘ challenge ♥

Starving

A Castiel fic for @spnskinnyballs​​‘s challenge and my spnkinkbingo card ♥

The Way He Loves You

I had to repost these headcanons due to Tumblr deleting the originals ♥

With Wolves

The last chapter of this fic has been posted!! ♥

[katymacsupernatural]

Meeting by Chance

1940′s Dean x Pin-Up Reader

1850 Words

Written For: @spnfluffbingo

Square Filled: Historical

Summary: Set in the 1940′s, Y/N get’s caught in the middle of a fight between Dean and some evil men. Little does she know that Dean knew exactly who she is. 

Warnings: None 

The automobile was like many you had seen before. Sleek and black, parked on the side of the street, it seemed to blend in. But as you stepped closer, your patent leather pumps echoing with each step on the sidewalk, you could see the bullet holes along the side. The mud caking the wheels, a seldom seen sight this deep in the city.

Glancing cautiously at the car, you moved on, past a couple of jeering creeps on the side of the road. You hated this time of year, when the sun set earlier than normal, making your evening commute happen in the dark.

The wind picked up, blowing your long wool coat around your legs. With three blocks still to go, you hoped the storm would stay away until you were safe inside your little apartment. But one raindrop fell, and then another before it started raining hard. Your perfectly coiffed hair immediately flattening with the weather, you glanced for a place to get out of the rain. One of your favorite diners sat at the corner, it’s light blinking in the fog settling in. Rushing forward, your shoes slipping on the wet sidewalk, you threw open the door, scampering inside before you were completely soaked.

It wasn’t very busy, you noticed as you sat down at the bar. A couple of old woman at the far end sipping tea. A family, counting pennies as they shared a simple meal. Two men sitting a couple of stools down from you, looking quite dandy in their black suits. You caught yourself staring at the shorter of the two men. His hair was a little shorter than you were used to, not slicked back with grease. He had a hat sitting on the counter beside his pie, a long wool coat hanging on the back of his stool. His shoulders filled out the wool suit.

“It sure is raining out there,” the waitress exclaimed, pulling her pad out from her polka dot apron. “You did the right thing dearie. Coming in out of the rain.”

“Thanks,” you answered. “Can I have the chicken salad and coffee please?”

“Of course!” She exclaimed, turning to give your order to the cook. While she was bringing back your coffee, you caught the man with the hat staring your way, his eyes wide, the fork hanging from his lips.

Wondering if he recognized you, you smiled his way, turning back to take coffee from the waitress. Sipping at the hot liquid, letting it warm you up, you finally stood up, slipping out of your coat. You were wearing one of your favorite dresses, bought just last week for your latest interview. It was short sleeved, tight bodice, the skirt flaring to just below your knees. It’s style was daring. Truth be told, many of your outfits were daring. It came with the job of being a pinup model.

“Excuse me Miss,” the man two seats down from you finally spoke up. You could just make out his eyes, and how vibrantly green they were. “But do I know you?”

“I don’t believe so,” you answered, just as your chicken salad was placed in front of you. “But I do get that a lot.”

“I do believe I have seen you somewhere before,” he continued, the man sitting next to him glaring at him. “The name’s Dean.”

“Y/N,” you answered, holding your hand out. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You’re Y/N!” He breathed, his eyes wide, his hand still holding yours. “I thought you looked familiar. I’m your biggest fan!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to say, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“No, you’re Y/N. One of the most famous pin up girls there is! I have your pictures in my garage, and one by my bed. I absolutely love you.”

“Thank you, that’s nice,” you mumbled, not exactly sure what to say. Before either of you could say anything, the door swung open, a couple of burly looking men stepping inside.

You could see Dean patting his pocket, watching the guys cautiously. “When I tell you, get down and stay down,” he ordered quietly.

It was easy to see that something was going on. The men easily noticed Dean and his friend, their smiles widening before they pulled out wicked looking machine guns. “Look at these creeps,” Dean spoke up. “Walking in here and grandstanding like they own the place.”

“We do,” one of the men answered. “And when we saw your car outside, we knew you had disobeyed our orders.”

No other words were needed. Dean pulled out his gun, as did his friend. “Now!” Dean yelled, and you ducked down behind the counter as gunfire echoed around the small area. You hoped the old ladies and small family had enough sense to huddle down in their booths while this fight happened.

You could hear glass shattering, pieces raining down around you. People were screaming, and suddenly Dean flew over the counter, landing right beside you. “What’s going on?”

“Those men are in cahoots with the biggest mobster in the city,” Dean explained before popping up and pulling the trigger a couple more times. “We’ve been after them for quite some time. But I need to get you out of here.”

“How?” You asked. “They were by the door.”

“Sammy?” Dean called. “We’re taken the back exit. Cover us!”

Dean held his hand out, and you instinctively grasped it. Letting him pull you down the length of the counter, pushing through the swinging doors. A couple of cooks hid in the back, behind the freezer. A door swung open, the rest of the help no doubt running away as soon as trouble started.

You stayed with Dean, heading out the open door just as Sam joined the two of you. “Go!”

Wishing you had kept your coat on, you raced after Dean, your pumps having trouble on the slippery sidewalk. The rain continued to fall as Dean stopped in front of the automobile, you had seen earlier. “Listen, I know you don’t know us. But we are the good guys. Stay with us, and we’ll keep you safe.”

“What if I just head home?” You asked. You could hear voices from the alley. The other people were close. “I was just a bystander!”

“They know your face now! It’s famous, and you were with us. Please, let me keep you safe!” Dean pleaded.

You only had a split second to make a decision. You could try hiding from the creeps on your own, or you could stay with these two men who had already protected you once. Surprising the one called Sammy, you slid in the back. He quickly slid into the front seat as Dean started the automobile. He was just pulling away from the curb when the men arrived, shooting their guns towards the car. Your window shattered, and you ducked down.

Talking under his breath, Dean squealed tires as he rounded the corner. Taking the roads faster than you ever had before, you held on tightly. Dean handled the jalopy with ease, driving for another twenty minutes before he finally turned down a muddy driveway. Parking in an old barn, Dean turned the engine off. Sammy immediately climbed out of the car, leaving you alone with Dean.

“I can’t believe this,” he whispered, staring back at you.

“What? That you’ve been shot at?” You asked him, trying to settle your hair back down.

“No. That I finally got to meet you,” he answered, smiling your way. “I’ve wanted to meet you since your first picture in that magazine. You were so...are so beautiful. It seems unreal that you’re sitting here. With me?”

“Well, you did save me,” you said. “Now what?”

“Now we wait until sunrise before we get you back to your place,” Dean said. “By then they won’t be thinking of you, and you’ll be safe once again.”

Dean opened the door of the garage, and you followed him across the dark and muddy ground, your brand new shoes sinking into the muck. Shivering, you stepped inside the old ramshackled house, seeing that Sam was already at work building a fire in the fireplace.

“It’s not much,” Dean started as you stared at the house in dismay. “But it’s home. At least for a couple more days.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sam and I, we travel the country. Taking out the big bads that keep messing with normal people.”

“So you’re like guns for hire.”

“Kind of,” he answered. “Except we don’t normally get paid. We could work for the FBI or a local police agency, but that’s not for us.”

Dean finally seemed to notice your shivering, taking another wool coat from the chair, wrapping it around your shoulders. While he went to pour a couple of glasses of whiskey, you began looking around the place. The wallpaper was peeling, bare beams showing in many places. The floor was covered in dust, and the furniture was broken. But what caught your eye was the poster hanging up above a small pallet of bedding. Stepping closer, you easily recognized your first pin up photograph. It was a simple photograph, you smiling at the camera, wearing a short skirt. Leaning back against an automobile. Your shirt was unbuttoned, slipping from your shoulders. Bright red lipstick covered your lips, while one leg was slightly lifted, showing your bright red pumps. Part of your hair was pulled forward, coming close to covering one eye.

“I fell in love the moment I saw that picture,” Dean told you, handing you a tin can filled partly with whiskey. “I’ve carried it with me everywhere since. And now I can’t believe I’ve actually gotten to meet you.”

“I’m more than a picture,” you whispered, admitting your worst fear. That everyone would see the provocative poses and outfits, and expect you to act the same way. But you were normally more reserved than you appeared.

“I know that now,” he answered, smiling at you, all of your worries vanishing easily. “I guess, what I’m trying to say, is I’ve never thought I’d get the chance to tell you how much you’ve saved me. And I can never thank you enough for that.”

“I saved you?”

“Our lives were rough ones, always traveling. Dad was a traveling mechanic during the depression.”

“Well, you met me and you’ve thanked me. Now what?” You asked him, digging the toe of your pump into the dusty wooden floor.

“I guess that’s up to you,” he answered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you closely. “We can take you back to your apartment in the morning. Or…,”

“Or what?” You whispered softly, taking a step closer to him.

“Or you could travel around with us. I know we’ve just met, but I can tell that you’ve been dying for an adventure. And I can give you one. So...what do you say?”

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[holylulusworld]

AU!Dean Winchester A/B/O miniseries masterlist

Masterlist for all AU!Dean Winchester A/B/O miniseries

Business AU

FreedomFighter AU

College/High school AU

Mechanic AU

Mobster AU

Royal AU

Werewolf/Pack AU

Dean divider by me *for my blog use only!*

Fine more Dean Winchester stories here: Dean Winchester Masterlist

[holylulusworld]

Interest

Request: Have you ever considered writing a mafia!reader x Dean? like maybe he need more money to help Sam in school but what he earn isn't enough so he start to hustle at pool but then he plays one of her men and when they took him to her, she doesn't punish him because she remember he and Sam were the only one not afraid to be her friends in school. She gives him one of her clean activity so he can help Sam and stay safe. I think it would be an interesting scenario to see 

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Mobster!Reader

Characters: Gadreel ‘the slammer’ Angel, Bobby ‘Papa’ Singer, Gabriel ‘dog around’ Angel, Ruby ‘the dame’ Demon

Warnings: angst, language, mobster business, mentions of abuse during childhood (implied), fluff

A/N: Please excuse the awful mobster nicknames. 😉; Gabriel and Gadreel are brothers for my story. (Please consider their surname, just like Ruby’s a joke)

Part 1 - Debts

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Enough, Gadreel,” you slam your hands onto the desk, glaring at the tall man. “You tried to bring Dean Winchester to the cleaners. Unlike you, he admitted that he tried to trick you and the others. Gabriel made a joke, Jimmy shrugged, calling himself an idiot. You are the only one not stopping to complain.”

“He tricked your men,” Gadreel grunts, jaw tense he holds your gaze. “If we show weakness, we lose everything you worked for, just like your father.”

“I said enough!” now you furiously grab the stapler to smash it into the wall. “I punished him. He had to quit his job, pay 15 percent of his income to me and you got your money back. Lousy two-hundred and fifty bucks, I may add. Jimmy lost six-hundred bucks,” you rub your forehead, not believing you have to explain yourself to one of your men. 

“That guy showed no respect, Y/N. He will get you into trouble and I am afraid it will not end well for him either,” arms crossed over his chest Gadreel won’t change his mind.

“Dean apologized. I know you do not like him or my decision but you’ll have to live with the fact I did not kill someone who only tried to make fast money to help his brother pay for Stanford. The brothers were the only ones not scared to play with me,” Gadreel’s features soften, knowing about your miserable childhood.

“Boss, I am worried, is all,” you nod, rounding the desk to pat Gadreel’s cheek. “I don’t want to lose you too. You’re the little sister I never had.”

“Gade, you are one of my best men and I appreciate your worry, but Dean won’t get me into trouble. Now back to the numbers. Do I need to know anything else?”

“How is he doing, Bobby? Do you think it was the right decision to let him work here?” Bobby nods, pointing toward Dean who works on a car. The muscles in his arms flex when he lifts a tire to carry it toward the car and you feel your stomach do somersaults.

“Boy is good at his job, Y/N. Talented, fast, and a hard-working man. Worked overtime yesterday to help me fix another car,” Bobby hums, watching Dean work at the car, fixating the tire. “If he paid his debts, I’d like to keep him, boss.”

“Me too,” you giggle, bumping your hips against Bobby’s. “I never thought I met the boy who gave me my first kiss again. It is an odd feeling having him around. Dean is so…,” in lack of the right word you look at Bobby.

“Normal? Not used to doing anything illegal?” Bobby offers, giving you a warm smile. “I know you never wanted to take over the family business, but you are doing well kiddo. Dean, he’s a nice guy, and maybe he’ll bring a bit of normalcy into your life.”

“Normalcy or another life lost because of me? Do you believe my concurrence will not take advantage of me having a normal guy in my life? Dean would always be in danger, Gadreel made me see my mistake,” you sigh, not taking your eyes off Dean.

“That is bull, you know it. Gadreel is a jealous idjit, nothing else. Dean is a good guy and the old times are over. We are civilized, make deals, and have conversations instead of killing each other. This town is peaceful thanks to you and your men,” your godfather pecks your cheek before he calls for Dean.

“Lunch, boy. Look who came around to join us,” Dean smiles cheekily, waving at you. “Y/N will have lunch with us, and you can discuss your debts, interest and if she needs more practice to become as good as you at hustling pool,” Bobby snickers when Dean nods eagerly.

“I like the pie, sweetheart,” Dean chokes on his words, looking at you with wide, even fearful eyes. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” You chuckle, patting Dean’s hand to let him know it was nothing to worry about.

“I remembered you like pie, Dean. But,” clearing your throat you place the fork onto your plate, becoming serious, “the pie is not the only reason I came here. You see, you paid back eight-hundred bucks over the last weeks.”

“Do I need to pay interest too?” desperately looking at you Dean let out a deep sigh when you shake your head. 

“Bobby wants you to stay and work for him when you are done. He’s impressed and likes you, Dean,” you offer, glancing at Dean. “You’ll have 15 percent more per month when your debts are paid.”

“I make more money here minus 15 percent than at my old job. It’s just,” you nod, clearing your throat as Dean tries to tell you he doesn’t like your kind of business.

“The garage is one of my few legal businesses, Dean. Nothing illegal, I swear,” he gives you a soft smile, holding out his hand to seal the deal. “I appreciate you want to work for me, Mr. Winchester.”

“Dean, ma’am. I am not my father,” you groan at the mention of Dean’s father. “You never liked him…”

“He was an ass, Dean. All he did was yelling at you, forcing you to raise your brother and not caring if you got anything for lunch. Your father was, excuse my language, an asshole,” adamant your cross your arms over your chest. “And he ruined our first kiss.”

“My ass was black and blue,” Dean grins, stealing another bite of the pie you bought, “but the kiss was worth it, Y/N.”

“It was,” you smirk, leaning closer to remove a crumb from Dean’s lips with your thumb. His tongue pokes out to lick it off your digit and you feel your heart flutter. “You know, it was my first kiss, Winchester.”

“I am shocked, sweetheart,” snickering Dean looks at you, giving you a boyish smile. “Never thought you were such a prude. Never been kissed at the age of eight.”

“How about we talk about permanent employment tonight? We can have dinner and discuss the details. I’d like to talk about your living situation too,” you watch Dean’s face fall. “I know you live at a motel close to the garage.”

“Last month, I didn’t have enough money for rent and Sammy’s study. I had to choose and,” while you watch Dean, adoration in your eyes, he feels ashamed.

“You are a good big brother, Dean, the best,” you get up to peck his cheek. He’s nervously mumbling something when you do it again. “I own the house across the street to my house. I wanted to sell it or rent it out. You can live there until you found a new apartment.”

Dean wants to protest, but you grip his chin tightly, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“I wasn’t asking, Dean. You played with my men, stole their money so I have no other choice and must keep an eye on you,” when he finally nods you pat his cheek, nodding before you leave the room, swallowing the lump in your throat.

How should you admit you want him to be around? How could you explain you missed someone normal, someone, who has no blood on his hands in your life?

Would Dean even understand how it feels to be surrounded by people who took lives?

“Burger, pizza, and pie,” Dean smiles widely at your choice of food. “I think I died and ended up in heaven.”

“Back to business before you pass out,” you snicker, watching Dean stuff food into his mouth. “I got a contract prepared. You will get the wage you got, plus the missing 15 percent. If you keep up the good work, you’ll get more in a few months.”

“Sounds fair to me,” nibbling at a fry Dean looks at the contract. “Shall I sign it tonight or tomorrow?”

“You should read it first, Dean. Maybe I included you will sell your soul to me or something,” you tease, poking Dean’s upper arm, causing him to chuckle.

“If you are the devil, I’d sell my soul to you in the blink of an eye, sweetheart. I mean, not that I am stupid, I know your business, it’s filled with violence, blood, and illegal stuff, still, you kinda kept a part of the ‘old’ Y/N.” Dean watches you swallow thickly, not wanting to give away you had to do things you hate.

“I am not the girl from back then, Dean. I did things, awful things to keep my father’s empire. Not that I wanted to, but I am not innocent either,” bringing your bottle of beer to your lips you sigh deeply.

“Anyone in your position would’ve killed me, or at least broke my patella. You showed mercy, Y/N,” Dean gives you a soft smile, followed by a grin. “Do you remember when we stole booze from my dad?”

“Damn, we were drunk as fuck,” you giggle, stealing a fry from Dean’s plate. “My father, he didn’t let me leave my room for two weeks. I could only go to school and back.”

“Dad, he,” nodding you watch Dean nervously play with his beer, peeling at the label. “John showed me what happens if I ever dare to drink before I turn twenty-one. Maybe that’s the reason I barely drink anything harder than beer.” You would laugh at Dean’s words but now you imagine what John did to your friend.

“If anything does not feel right for you, Dean, you have the right to tell me so. I want to know if any of my men treat you badly or threatens you,” you hand Dean another beer while he gives you a soft smile. “You are officially under my protection, Dean Winchester.”

He looks up at you, giving you a cocky grin. “Always wanted to have my private bodyguard, sweetheart. Sammy will freak out.”

“How is he? Did he grow even more?” Dean huffs, nodding. “Don’t tell me he’s taller than you,” you poke your finger into Dean’s chest, snickering as he nods again.

“He’s taller, freaking sasquatch, Y/N,” whilst Dean gets his phone out to show you the latest pictures of his brother, someone enters the room without knocking.

Gadreel does not like you placed your hand onto Dean’s shoulder to have a look at his phone.

“Boss, Ruby said she got all the things of that guy,” your head snaps upward watching Ruby, one of the few women in your organization, waltz into the room. 

“The guy has a name, Gadreel. As long as he’s under my protection, you’ll pay him respect, as much as he did by apologizing and admitting his mistakes. It takes courage to do so, don’t you think?” Gadreel nods, but you can see the anger in his eyes. 

“I got everything, including a freaking huge collection of Busty Asian Beauties magazines,” Ruby smirks, watching a blush creep into Dean’s cheeks. “Even the early ones. I must admit, I am impressed.”

“Uh-erm, those are not all mine,” Dean stammers, playing with the napkin on his lap. “Some are from my dad.”

“Don’t be ashamed,” Ruby hops onto the table, stealing fries from Dean’s plate. “I must say, you’ve got a great taste. I liked Voluptuous Asian Lovelies, vintage but damn hot.”

“Can we stop talking about magazines and come to the point where you explain why you let him move into the house you wanted to sell?” Gadreel will not let up, even dares to step into your personal space, causing Ruby to step between you and the tall man. “You shouldn’t benefit his behavior. He shouldn’t live in that house.”

“You are right,” Gadreel smirks, hearing you will give in. “Dean should live here, in my house to make sure he’s safe from any enemy,” you purse your lips, glaring up at Gadreel. “I do not like your tone, Gadreel. I never thought the day would come that you are not the most trusted person among my men.”

“Boss, Y/N,” gasping Gadreel visually flinches at your words. “I only tried to keep you safe. Spare you another mistake.”

“Another mistake,” you laugh bitterly before your hand collides with his cheek. “My husband was not a mistake. I loved him, Gade. I know you never respected him, but I did love him. I dare you to ever mention him again.”

“Gadreel, brother,” Gabriel steps into the room, “how dare you to talk about him. We agreed to never mention that person again.”

“Why?” Gadreel furrows his brows. “As no one dares to admit he was a rat, sneaking his way into Y/N’s heart, bed, and house? Do you remember what I had to do to keep you safe?” 

“I’ll never forget, Gadreel. The man saving me back then was my friend, my sworn ally. Are you still that man or did jealousy and anger change you, Gadreel?” the room falls silent as he looks at you, giving you a sad smile.

“I am sorry, Y/N. I…I crossed a line and need to ask for your forgiveness. It will never happen again…” Gadreel excuses himself, almost running out of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” Ruby blurs out. “I’ll check on him,” she looks at Dean’s phone, licking her lips. “Nice little brother, though. Maybe bring him around next time…”

“Ruby!” She smirks, running out of the room to talk to Gadreel.

“That’s the bedroom, the bathroom is through this door. My bedroom is at the end of the hallway. Kitchen on the first floor,” you show Dean the guest room, while he looks around the large room.

“Y/N, Gadreel was right,” Dean looks at you, feeling his heart beat faster when you step closer to place one hand onto his heart, “I shouldn’t…” you press your lips to Dean’s, cupping the back of his neck. 

“I decide who I let into my life, Dean. If you want to stay, you will stay. Your brother can come around if he wants to visit you,” pecking his lips again you smile as Dean cradles your face to kiss you back, a bit too eager. “Slow down, tiger. Let’s see if you can keep up with my poker skills.”

“Sweetheart, you met your master…”

>> Part 3

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Lulu’s Multi-Fandom X-Mas Bingo

🎄🎄🎄 I couldn’t find any Christmas Bingo this year, so I decided to create my own. 🎄🎄🎄

If you want to use the card too, feel free to use it for any fandom.

Here’s a Winter Bingo for anyone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas:

Multi-Fandom Winter Bingo

You can also tag my main blog @holylulusworld and use the tag #LulusXMASBingo2022 if you want me to reblog your stories of any fandom.

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Please respect my bounderies. I do not read: incest, Wincest, non-con, underaged smut, toilet stuff, water sports, fisting, extreme BDSM, torture, age play, pet play.

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Square 1: TBA (??? x Reader): Merry Christmas

Square 2: Her secret Santa (Tony Stark x Reader): Secret Santa  

Square 3: A Christmas dream (Ackles’ characters x fem!Reader): Naughty Christmas  

Square 4: Christmas on the run (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader): Snowed in  

Square 5: Cabin of love (2) - A short ride (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Reader): Winter

Square 6: Our first Christmas (TfatW!Sam Wilson x Reader): Love  

Square 7: Thief for Christmas (Dean Winchester/Young Dean x Reader): Christmas Tree  

Square 8: Still a grumpy Santa sequel to Grumpy Santa (Steve Rogers x Reader): Grumpy Christmas hater

Square 9: TBA (??? x Reader): Winter Wonderland  

Square 10: Angelic Christmas (Castiel x Reader): Angel

Square 11: TBA (Sam Winchester x Reader): Building a snowman

Square 12: Just another Christmas (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Angst

Square 13: Burned Cookies (Tfatws!Bucky x Reader): Free Space

Square 14: Start again (Andy Barber x Reader): Fluff

Square 15: Stumble (Bucky Barnes x Reader): Candy canes  

Square 16: Little wonders (Soldier!Boy x Reader): First snow  

Square 17: My lumberjack (Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Reader): Cabin

Square 18: TBA (??? x Reader): Fireplace  

Square 19: Every Christmas - sequel to This Christmas (2) (Mechanic!Dean x Reader): Cozy

Square 20: Christmas Sweater (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader): Sweater

Square 21: Blue Christmas (5) - Snippet to Blue Christmas (Mobster!Steve x Reader x Mobster!Bucky): Last Christmas

Square 22: Christmas after you (Chris Evans x Reader): Breakup before Christmas  

Square 23: Clichè (CEO!Thor Odinson x Reader): Faking it

Square 24: Big grump (Dean Winchester x Reader): Love confessions  

Square 25: The pie whisperer (Dean Winchester x Baker!Reader): Lonely on Christmas  

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AFG KINK BINGO masterlist

Stories written for @anyfandomkinkbingo​

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut

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Square 1: Hole in the bucket (Fratboy!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader): Oral Sex

Square 2: The Winchesters (Mechanic!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Accidential Boner

Square 3: Put it there (Stucky x fem!Reader): Sub!Steve Rogers

Square 4: ??? (??? x Reader): Whispers - Halsey

Square 5: Father Figure (Lawyer!Negan Smith x fem!Reader): “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you so.”

Square 6: The Fitness Pack - Thor (2) (Trainer!Thor x Plussized!Reader): Free Space – strength kink

Square 7: Forbidden Lust  (CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader): Office Sex

Square 8: Too much (Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader): Old Flame

Square 9: ??? (Dom!Dean Winchester x Sub!Reader): Dom!Dean Winchester

Square 10: ??? (??? x Reader): Be your love - Bishop Briggs

Square 11: Burning on my chest (Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader): “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Square 12: Molded to perfection (Nomad!Steve Rogers x SexToyDesigner!Reader): Sex Toys 

Square 13: Like Hell (Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader): Inconvenient Attraction

Square 14: ??? (??? x Reader): Strip Club AU

Square 15: ??? (Dean Winchester x Reader): Every other freckle - alt-J

Square 16: Right there (Soldier Boy x fem!Reader): “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”

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2022 SPN FLUFF BINGO masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

Stories written for: @spnfluffbingo​

Square 1: (??? x fem!Reader): Cop au

Square 2: Big grump (Dean Winchester x Reader): Old flame au

Square 3: (??? x fem!Reader): Biker au

Square 4: The new neighbor (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Cuddling

Square 5: (??? x fem!Reader): Fairytale au

Square 6: (??? x fem!Reader): Rival villains au

Square 7: Uptown Boy (1) (AU!Dean x Mechanic!Reader): car broke down

Square 8: It’s Sam to you (Mobster!Sam x fem!Reader): Mafia au

Square 9: Sandalwood and Lilac (CEO!Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Business au

Square 10: (??? x fem!Reader) Medieval au

Square 11: (??? x fem!Reader): Childhood sweethearts

Square 12: (??? x fem!Reader): Office au

Square 13: Stride (Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader): Free Space (a/b/o)

Square 14: Karma and suits (Alpha!(CEO) Dean x Omega!Reader): CEO AU

Square 15: (??? x fem!Reader): Brother’s best friend

Square 16: (??? x fem!Reader): Prison au

Square 17: (??? x fem!Reader): Cowboy au

Square 18: Her big bear (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader): Highschool teacher au

Square 19: Board Games (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Best friend’s brother

Square 20: (??? x fem!Reader): Detective au

Square 21: Her concubines (Dean x fem!Reader x Sam): Enemies to lovers

Square 22: Faking it (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader): a/b/o

Square 23: A thief at the bunker (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader): Idiots in love

Square 24: (??? x fem!Reader): Bodyguard au

Square 25: How deep is your love? (Dean Winchester x Reader): Best friends to lovers

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AFG AU BINGO masterlist

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Please consider none of the stories is available yet.

Stories written for: @anyfandomaubingo​

Square 1: ??? (??? x Reader): Carnival AU

Square 2: The pie whisperer (Dean Winchester x Baker!Reader): Baker!Reader

Square 3: Rude (Alpha (Mobster) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader): Mob AU

Square 4: ??? (Dragon!Dean Winchester x Reader): Dragon!Dean Winchester

Square 5: Mile High (Pilot!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader): Pilot!Steve Rogers

Square 6: Annoying Guy (Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader): Free Space: Biker AU

Square 7: Smile for me (Jason Crouse x Model!Reader): Model!Reader

Square 8: ??? (??? x Reader): Demon AU

Square 9: Before you (1) King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader: Medieval AU

Square 10: ??? (Rockstar!Billy Butcher x Reader): Rockstar!Billy Butcher

Square 11: Liability (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Sex Hotline AU

Square 12: ??? (??? x Reader): Detective!Reader

Square 13: ??? (??? x Reader): Time Traveler!Reader

Square 14: Her big bear (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader): High School AU

Square 15: ??? (??? x Reader): Mechanic!Negan

Square 16: ??? (??? x Reader): SitCom AU

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2021 SPN Dean Bingo masterlist

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Stories written for: @spndeanbingo​

Square 1: Sugar Boy (2) (Mechanic!Dean x fem!Reader): Taxi Driver AU

Square 2: Nightmares (2) (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Impala

Square 3: ??? (??? x Reader): Slow and Steady

Square 4: The girl on the bridge (6)  (Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Breakfast in Bed

Square 5: The girl on the bridge (4) (Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Fire Fighter AU

Square 6: Fuck you too, Sweetheart (Mechanic!Dean x fem!Reader): Enemies to Lovers

Square 7: Sugar Boy (Mechanic!Dean x fem!Reader): Mechanic!AU

Square 8: Love me (3) (CEO!Dean x Dominatrix!Reader: Trying something new

Square 9: ??? (??? x Reader): Mutual Pining

Square 10: ??? (??? x Reader): School Teacher!AU

Square 11: Don’t fear your kinks - Part Zero (SantaClaus!Dean x Elf!Reader): Secretly Dating

Square 12: Sandalwood and Lilac (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Sam Winchester

Square 13: Try again (Dean x fem!Reader): Free Space - Old Flame trope

Square 14: What fathers do (2) (Mobster!Dean x fem!Reader): Mobster!AU

Square 15: Out of the woods (4) (Mobster!Dean x fem!Reader): Lingerie

Square 16: Invisible Touch (Ghost?Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Sexual Frustration

Square 17: ??? (Dean x Reader x Sam): Threesome

Square 18: How to keep a demon (Demon!Dean x Librarian!Reader): Demon!Dean

Square 19: ??? (??? x Reader): Bodguard!AU

Square 20: You never called (CEO!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Wrong number

Square 21: Pie and Love (3) (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Friends to Lovers

Square 22: No place to stay (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Meet Cute

Square 23: Faking it (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Fake Dating

Square 24: Respect (Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Childhood Sweethearts

Square 25: Hostile Takeover (2) (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Alpha!Reader): Only one bed

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2021 SPN Christmas Bingo Masterlist

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(Please consider none of the stories is available yet.)

Stories written for: @spnchristmasbingo​

Square 1: Don’t fear your kinks - Part Zero (SantaClaus!Dean x Elf!Reader): Secret relationship

Square 2: ??? (Cop!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Die hard

Square 3: Unmated  (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Dean): Sharing a bed

Square 4: ??? (??? x Reader): Mall Santa AU

Square 5: ??? (??? x Reader): opening a present on Christmas Eve

Square 6: Big bad wolf, our families and I (6) (Mobster!Dean x fem!Reader): Christmas movie marathon

Square 7: This Christmas (2) (Mechanic!Dean x Reader): Huddling together for warmth

Square 8: Greedy for Christmas (3) (CEO!Dean x fem!Reader): Decorating the tree

Square 9: ??? (??? x Reader): Elf

Square 10: Eggnog rocks (Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader): Eggnog

Square 11: No place to stay (Dean x fem!Reader): Candy cane

Square 12: Run Free (2) - Christmas... (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader): Baking cookies

Square 13: Feral Need (Alpha!(Demon)Dean x Omega!Reader): Coming home for Christmas

Square 14: Christmas with tentacles (5) (Alien!Dean Winchester x human!Reader): A holly jolly Christmas

Square 15: ??? (??? x Reader): Office AU

Square 16: ??? (??? x Reader): Secret Santa

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2021 SPN AU BINGO masterlist

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(Please consider not all of the stories are available yet.)

Stories written for: @spnaubingo​

Square 1: ??? (??? x Reader): Jack Kline / Jo Harvelle

Square 2: Walk of shame (CEO!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader):  Office au

Square 3: Love me (3) (CEO!Dean x Dominatrix!Reader): Sam / Amelia

Square 4: Sugar Boy (Mechanic&DogWalker!Dean x fem!Reader): Dog Walker!Dean

Square 5: Homecoming (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Mafia AU

Square 6: No body no crime (2) (Cop!Dean Winchester x Reader): Detective AU

Square 7: How to keep a demon (Demon!Dean x Librarian!Reader): Crowley

Square 8: ??? (??? x Reader): Rockstar!AU

Square 9: The girl on the bridge (4) - The funeral (Fire Fighter!Dean x Reader): Ketch

Square 10: ??? (??? x Reader): Fashion Designer!Dean

Square 11: ??? (??? x Reader): Cowboy!Dean

Square 12: ??? (??? x Reader): Disney Prince(ss) AU

Square 13: The girl on the bridge (5) - The last hope (Fire Fighter!Dean x Reader): Free Space - Fire Fighter AU

Square 14: ??? (??? x Reader): Gamer!Castiel

Square 15: Always daddy’s good girl (3) (John Winchester x fem!Reader): Public Sex

Square 16: ??? (??? x Reader): Vanilla Sex

Square 17: ??? (??? x Reader): Time Travel AU

Square 18: Sugar Boy (2) (Mechanic!Dean x fem!Reader): Bobby

Square 19: ??? (??? x Reader): Nudist!Misha

Square 20: Faking it (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader): Castiel / April

Square 21: Rocket Man (Astronaut!Jensen x Reader): Astronaut!Jensen

Square 22: It’s Sam to you (Mobster!Sam x fem!Reader): Dean / Pamela

Square 23: Her big bear (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader): Omega!Dean

Square 24: ??? (??? x Reader): Dean / Ruby

Square 25: Hostile takeover (Endverse!(Alpha)Dean Winchester x Alpha!Reader): Apocalypse AU

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Check out last years card too: 2020 SPN AU BINGO

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2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

A/N: Written for @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​

What’s to come:

(Please consider most/none of the stories are available yet.)

💦 story contains smut

Square 1: The washing machine incident (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader): Friends to lovers 💦

Square 2: Try again (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Bunker

Square 3: Her Choice (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader): A/B/O

Square 4: Zero decency (Alpha!(Earl)Dean Winchester x Omega!(PrincessReader): Royal AU

Square 5: Greenest Green (Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader): Jensen Ackles 💦

Square 6: The girl on the bridge (6) (Firefighter!!Dean Winchester x Nurse!Reader): Nurse AU

Square 7: Hellnight (Soulless!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader): Blowjob 💦

Square 8: My uptown girl (Mechanic!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Birthday

Square 9: No more lost in the woods (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): “I double dare you!”

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