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hannahindie · 7 years ago

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Dean vs. The Mothman

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, The Mothman Word Count: 4,531 (Whoopsy doodles!) Warnings: Canon violence, language, sassy reader, and a date gone horribly wrong. A/N: I wrote this for two separate challenges. The first is for @waywardmoeyy and Moeyy’s Awkward Moments Birthday Challenge. My prompt is bolded in the fic below! The second was for @uniquewerewolfsuit’s Mythical Creatures Challenge. I had a blast writing it, and my words got slightly carried away. I really hope you all enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. However, I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful betas...

@trexrambling: “I was just hit with the memory of me making a lake of BBQ sauce on my plate and now I'm just sitting here giggling to myself hahaha” (I had to include this because this very incident is the reason I thought to put it in this fic. My ode to my sweet waterbear and her giant lake of barbecue sauce)

@pinknerdpanda: “Eek!!! Anxiety extreme” (Also, you can thank her for the song choice, because it fit perfectly and I love it. She’s my twin.)

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The first thing you need to know is that grenade launchers are freaking awesome. The second thing you need to know is that they are also very loud, and a little more...explode-y than you would expect. The reason I say this is because I'm currently sitting on my ass, choking on concrete dust, and hoping to God I didn't just kill the two random dudes that had, for some reason, appeared in the middle of the bunker I had set my sights on. My eyes are on the slowly settling dust cloud, grenade launcher across my lap, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see two shadowy figures emerge from the rubble.

“Oh shit, I thought I killed you.” I stand up and take a better look at the two men brushing debris off their shoulders and out of their hair. The shorter of the two squints through the dust, and the initial glare turns into a look of awe when he realizes what I'm holding.

“Is that...is that a grenade launcher?”

His voice is deep and gravelly, and it does things to me. I remind myself to keep that in mind for later, when I'm not trying to save a town from utter destruction.

The giant next to him rolls his eyes, “Don't even think about it.”

The shorter one grins, and even from here I can see the sparkle in his eyes. I like this one. “I’m both jealous and a little turned on right now.”

“Dean!” Sasquatch hisses, and I can't help but notice the dimples that form even when he's frowning. Good Lord, where did these men come from? Whatever they put in their water, they should probably keep drinking it.

“Well, you're a man after my own heart. I've been wanting to use this thing for a long time, but I was hoping it would be a little more successful. Sorry I almost blew you up.” I'm pretty sure I just shouted that. Am I shouting? I told you, grenade launchers are loud.

They walk closer to me, and the shorter one holds out his hand. I realize that the ‘shorter one’ is...not so short. Seriously, where are they from? “The name’s Dean. This is my brother Sam.”

I look from one to the other, and I can tell my mouth is hanging wide open. They can't possibly be who I think they are. “Winchester? Sam and Dean Winchester?” They look at each other in confusion, but I can't understand why. Surely they know that they're legends? Right?

“Yea...how do you know?” Dean asks, and he truly doesn't seem to know. They have no idea. Oh, bless ‘em.

“You guys are legendary. I mean, I figured ya’ll were real and not just some sort of fish tale, but to see you in person...holy shit.” I sling the grenade launcher over my shoulder and rest my free hand on my hip. “I'm glad I didn't blow you up. Although, knowing who you are, I'm guessing it wouldn't stick, huh?”

Sam laughs, “Hopefully not. So, I'm guessing you're a hunter too, then?”

I nod, “I try to be. I do okay… Luckily, this is the first time I've nearly blown someone up, so I guess I'm doing something right.”

Dean looks back over his shoulder at what's left of the old bunker I just demolished, “What are those, anyway? I've never seen anything like it. They're everywhere.”

I grin. These boys have no idea what they're up against, do they?

“Ya’ll ever heard of Mothman?”

“What did you think you were hunting when you got here? Surely you noticed what this town is famous for?” I say around the mouthful of burger I just took. Dean's watching me with this look that's a combination of awe and appreciation. It's like he's never seen a girl put away a burger.

“Well, yea, but there's no lore, and no indication that he's back. You've got a festival honoring him! Nobody seems to mind it, and the disappearances don't really match up with what happened before.” Sam looks flustered, and I start to feel bad for picking at him. This is a weird situation, after all.

Dean stops staring at me long enough to look at Sam, “What are you going on about?”

I grab a handful of fries and carefully begin to dip them one by one into the pool of barbecue sauce on my plate, “He’s talking about the Mothman’s M.O. It's not really his thing to take people. He's more of a...well, a death omen. Or a warning of impending disaster.” Dean looks confused, and I raise an eyebrow at Sam, “Didn't you tell him anything about it?”

Sam frowns, “Yea, I did. He just didn't listen.”

“Yes, I did! There's this giant moth-”

“Dean, it's not a giant moth! It's a Mothman-”

“What's the difference, Sam? It's a giant thing with wings, and it's taking people-”

“There's a huge difference-”

I slam my hands on the table, and the suddenness of it interrupts their bickering. Out of all the stories I've heard about the Winchesters, their sibling squabbles had been left out. It’s cute, but we have work to do.

“We don't have time to argue about who's right. Dean, since you weren't listening to your brother, here's the rundown.”

Dean grins at Sam, “I like her.” Sam just rolls his eyes, and I sigh.

“Great. Keep it in your pants, Winchester. We’ll talk about our feelings later. Anyway, in November of 1966 there's a report that several men digging a grave in Clendenin, West Virginia, saw a man-like figure flying overhead. It's sometimes considered the first sighting of Mothman, but the one you hear about the most, the official first sighting, happened in the TNT area a few days later by young couples that went parking.”

“TNT area...that's where we were earlier. Wasn't that a munitions plant during World War Two?” Sam had apparently done some research.

“Yea. If you look close enough, you can see that those bunkers are spread out in a very specific pattern. They were built like that in case one of them exploded; it would keep the others from going up. They're mostly empty now, although I think the Reserves use them for storage on occasion.”

Dean reaches for a fry on my plate, and I smack his hand. He frowns, “So where's this giant moth fit in?”

“According to the two couples, they saw a ‘large flying man with ten foot wings’, and when their headlights hit him, his eyes glowed red. So Mothman, not just a moth. He was seen by a few other people in the area. There were a couple of volunteer firefighters that described it as a large bird with red eyes. Someone else described its eyes as looking like bicycle reflectors, and another man blamed the strange noises coming from his television and the disappearance of his dog on this Mothman. The sheriff and a wildlife biologist claimed that it was a type of local heron or crane that can grow to be almost the size of a man.”

Dean sits back and crosses his arms, his eyes occasionally drifting back to the fries I've got left. “So...that's it? I thought you said it was a death omen, or a harbinger of impending disaster. So far, he's just scared some kids necking where they weren't supposed to.”

“That's where the Silver Bridge comes in. In December of 1967, the Mothman was spotted near the bridge and, shortly after, the bridge collapsed. Forty-six people were killed when they went into the water. The Mothman wasn’t seen again, and the locals began connecting his appearance with the bridge collapse.” After grabbing a couple more fries from the plate, I shove the rest at Dean and he smiles happily.

“So, what do you think? Is it really the Mothman?” Sam asks, frowning at Dean as he shoves a handful of fries into his mouth.

“Initially, no. Honestly, I just thought it was a giant owl and that some kids afraid of getting in trouble just made something up. I've made fun of it for years...until I saw it a couple weeks ago. I just happened to be going through town when I saw it on the top of the old Historic State theater. A few days later, the first couple disappeared. A hiker found them in the wildlife area...or what you'd know as the TNT area.”

“How do you know it was the Mothman and not someone or something else?” Dean asks as he polishes off the rest of the fries faster than I've ever seen anyone eat before; it's my turn to look impressed. He winks at me, and I feel my cheeks flush. His charm was something I had been warned about.

“Because the couple was found twenty feet up a tree, with talon marks as big as a damn pterodactyl. It's the Mothman,” I grumble.

Dean wipes his hands off on a napkin and tosses it on the now empty plate, then leans back in the booth, “So what was your plan earlier? Was a grenade launcher really the best option?”

I roll my eyes, “Listen, it wasn't my first choice, despite my overwhelming need to blow something up. I'm the only hunter that stays in this general area most of the time, I had to improvise. But since that plan didn't work, we’re on to plan B.”

Dean cocks an eyebrow, “And what would that be, sweetheart?”

I wiggle my eyebrows, “It's time for us to go on a date.”

Sam's standing outside of my car, his arms crossed and a look I can only describe as a mixture of amusement, jealousy, and irritation on his face. I'll give it to him; his facial expressions are what dreams are made of.

“Y/N, are you sure about this? Being bait isn't exactly the best plan��” He trails off, and I think he might actually be concerned.

I smile, “Sam, this isn't my first rodeo, and I'm usually on my own. And if it's Dean you're worried about, I think I can handle him.” I wink at him as Dean opens the driver's side door and climbs in.

“What are you two talking about?” he asks cautiously, his eyes moving between the two of us.

“Nothing. Let's get this show on the road. The faster we get this done, the faster I can get Norma’s famous apple pie.”

Dean looks at me with wide eyes, “There's pie?” I nod, and a wide smile crosses his face, “What are we waiting for then?” He turns the key, and Sam takes a step back. “You know the drill, Sammy. Stay close, but don't scare it off. This should be a piece of cake.” Sam nods and then walks to where the Impala is parked, gives a quick look over his shoulder, then disappears into the driver's seat.

“Is he always this anxious?” I ask as I fiddle with my seatbelt.

Dean scoffs, “Only when there's a pretty girl involved.” He glances at me from the corner of his eye and clears his throat, “You look nice. Pretty convincing date attire.” He pulls out into the main road, and I smooth down the edge of the dress I'd picked out earlier. I'm glad it's dark, or he'd be able to see how red my cheeks are.

“Thanks. I'm not really sure how observant a Mothman can be, but I figured we shouldn't chance it. I don't know how many more opportunities we’ll have, since I already blew one of his lairs to hell.”

Dean laughs, “Good point.” We drive in silence for a moment, and I guess it's too much for Dean because he turns on the radio.

Say you, say me say it for always That's the way it should be

Well, this is awkward. Nothing like Lionel Richie on a fake date, especially one that I'm beginning to think I'd like to be real. I clear my throat, “Turn here.”

Say you, say me say it together Naturally

Aside from the music, we travel the next few minutes in silence. I sneak a glance at Dean and his knuckles are white on the steering wheel. Surely he's not that worried about this hunt? I suppose he doesn't know me well enough to assume I'll be useful, but still.

“You can park here.”

He stops the car, but leaves it running. Lionel Richie is still going, Lord help me.

As we go down life's lonesome highway Seems the hardest thing to do is to find a friend or two That helping hand “So I guess we just wait?” I ask quietly, unsure of what to do now that we’re here.

Dean turns to face me as well as he can in the cramped front seat. Maybe we should have brought his car. “Well, we should probably sell it. You know, make it believable.”

“Mmhmm. That's...that's a good plan.” I'm stuttering because as I'm talking, he's moving closer to me. Dean Winchester is an inch away from my face, and never in a million years did I think this would ever be an option, fake or not.

Someone who understands That when you feel you've lost your way You've got someone there to say I'll show you

His hand gently cups my cheek, and it's rough and warm; a hunter’s hand. I can guess where the callouses and scars are from because I have my own. I close my eyes and drink it in for a moment. I've had my fair share of one night stands and meaningless romps in the backseat of this car, but it's been awhile, and something about Dean feels different. Ruse or not, I'm going to savor it.

Say you, say me say it for always That's the way it should be

Before I can open my eyes, his lips are on mine and boy are they a contrast to his rough hands. They're soft, and they fit against my lips like they were made to be there. His hand moves to my hair and his fingers are tangled and it takes everything I have to not moan when he gives it a gentle tug. If this is acting, what in the hell is this like for real? If I ever have the opportunity to find out, I might just die.

Say you, say me say it together Naturally

He smiles against me, and I pull back for air as I look at him questioningly, “What?”

“You're a good actress. For a second there, I thought you might be enjoying it.”

I shrug, “Well, it's all part of the gig. Sometimes you have to make some sacrifices.” I say it with a wink, and for the first time in my life I actually pull it off smoothly. ‘Atta girl.

Dean looks around, then squints through the window, “I don't see anything, do you? I don't hear anything, either.”

I look through the windshield, “No, but Lionel’s dulcet tones could be covering up any sound. Seems pretty quiet, though.”

Dean's eyebrows furrow in concentration, then he suddenly brightens as he looks at me with a grin, “I think we need to up the ante a little bit. Get in the backseat.”

I can feel my jaw drop, “Excuse me?”

Dean is already scrambling between the seats to get in the back, “We've gotta sell it, Y/N, or we’ll never catch the Mothman. Come on, hurry up.” I stare at him, suddenly recalling the stories that I'd heard that weren't so great. Sam and Dean were heroes but, by all accounts, also very dangerous. I've always ignored those bits but now, sitting in the dark with Dean after only knowing him for a few hours, I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a bad call.

He leans forward, and though the only light coming into the car is from the full moon, his moss green eyes shimmer. “Do you trust me?”

The answer should probably be no, but there's something different about Dean, something more than any other hunter I’ve met.

So you think you know the answers, Oh no Well the whole world has got you dancing That's right, I'm telling you It's time to start believing oh yes Believing who you are You are a shining star

“Yea, I trust you.”

He smiles, “Then come on!” He holds his hands out and I start to climb over the back seat. My feet get tangled and I can feel myself start to fall.

“Dean!” I shriek as I feel gravity take over and I start to fall awkwardly into the backseat. This is exactly why I never wear dresses. I feel arms wrap around my waist, and I squeal as I fall into Dean’s lap, “That was ladylike.”

Dean laughs, one arm draped across my lap and the other wrapped around my back. He wets his lips as his eyes search mine, “I thought it was adorable.” He somehow manages to flip us around so that my back is flush with the seat and he's hovering above me.

“That was smooth. You know, you could take a lady out to dinner first.”

He leans in, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, and I shiver. “Technically, I did pay for dinner...so…” He trails off and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers running through the short hairs at his nape, and sigh into him. Fake or not, this isn't something I'll be forgetting any time soon.

Say you, say me say it for always Oh that's the way it should be Say you, say me say it together Naturally Say it together, naturally

Just as the song fades out, I hear a snap of a twig. I pull away from Dean and put a finger to his lips to quiet him. I nod my head towards the sound and raise my eyebrows. He frowns as he cocks his head and tries to pinpoint where it came from. There's another snap, this time from a different direction, and Dean pushes himself away from me. Just as he begins to sit up, the door flies open, and he's jerked through the opening and into the darkness.

“Dean!”

I scramble to get out of the car, and all I can hear is thrashing and grunts as Dean tries to get away from whatever grabbed him. It occurs to me that the shotgun I have hidden for this very scenario is in the front seat and not the back, so I fumble with the door handle and dive into the front.

“Y/N! Run! It's not-” Dean’s frantic cries are interrupted by what sounds like an incredibly hard punch.

“I’m coming! Hold on!” I grab the shotgun but drop the handful of shells I'd grabbed from the glove compartment. “Shit!”

“Y/N, run! It's not Mothman, it's just a person! It's a person!”

I freeze. A person? All of the disappearances and Mothman sightings...and it's a person? Dean runs back out of the tree line and is waving towards the car, “Get in the car, go! Get Sam!”

I look back towards the car, then shake my head, “No. A monster is a monster, Dean! We can't let him hurt anyone else!”

Before Dean can answer, a huge man bursts through the brush and tackles Dean to the ground. Dean’s head hits the ground hard, and he goes limp. The man stands up and sneers at me. Shit. I aim the shotgun and pull the trigger, but it doesn't slow him down. He crosses the space between us in three huge strides, and I'm quickly trapped between him and the car. He backhands me hard across the mouth, and the force of it causes me to drop the shotgun.

“You're pretty. I like you...I might just keep you alive.” He's holding a knife, and I can feel the cool metal trace along my jaw and down to my throat. I try to pull away, but he’s twisted his hand into my hair and any move I make makes it feel like my scalp is on fire.

“You can take me, just leave him alone. Don't hurt him anymore.” There's a tightness in my throat, and it occurs to me that I'm willing to sacrifice myself for a man I barely know...but it's also a man that's lost almost everything to save the rest of us.

The man holding me laughs, “You obviously don't know how this works.” He leans in, and I cringe as he sniffs my hair. “I can't leave someone alive. I'd get caught. The difference with you is that you're not going to get away, alive or not. I think that's worth the exception.”

I take a deep breath, “I see…” I pull my leg back as far as I can with the car behind me and kick him in the balls as hard as I can. Whatever protected him from the shotgun blast I sent his way didn't cover that part of his body, and he releases me with a whining groan as he falls to his knees. I bring my knee up hard into his chin, and it gives with a sickening crack. I think I just broke his jaw. He falls over, and I run over to Dean, sliding to a stop next to him.

“Dean! Hey, handsome, c’mon. Wake up...please wake up. We've gotta go, I think I broke him.” Dean groans and rolls his head towards the sound of my voice, but his eyes stay closed. “Dammit, Dean, get up!” I look up, and instead of the collapsed giant I expected to see, the grass is empty. “Shit! Dean, come on-” I'm cut short when something grabs me by the hair from behind, “Shit!” I scream, the pain the worst I've ever felt. The monstrous man drags me by the hair back to the car, and I can feel every stick and stone on the ground digging into my flesh. I'm crying, I can't help it. I try to call for Sam, but the only sound I can make is a strangled sob.

The man remains quiet, and when I look up I see that his jaw is at an awkward angle. How he's functioning enough to continue his attack, I have no idea, but I do know that nothing I can do at this point will stop him. Short of Sam showing up, Dean and I are screwed.

The man twists my arm behind me, hard, and shoves me into the ground. I can feel the bone aching to give, and one more twist will probably do it. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait, but the moment never comes. Instead, a strong gust of wind blows over us, and the man releases his grip on my arm. I scramble away and cower against the car as I look up and see the impossible. After everything I've killed, every monster I've fought that by all accounts shouldn't have existed, the very one I grew up listening to stories about is above my head, it's giant wings sending waves of dusty air in my face.

The Mothman swoops down and hits the man with a giant claw, tearing a gash across the man’s face. The only thing he can do is scream as he hits the ground. He throws his arms up in front of him, as if that's going to stop whatever the huge creature is going to do next. It drops down and wraps both talons around him, one close to his throat and one around his waist, and flies up into the air.

“Y/N!” I jerk my head around and see Sam running across the clearing, his eyes wide as he slides to a stop next to me. “Are you okay? What the hell is going on?”

“It wasn't the Mothman...it was just a person, Sam. A person did all of it.” I look up into the sky to see the large creature disappear into the trees, deep in the TNT area. The serial killer that had been wreaking havoc in Point Pleasant was just a dot in its huge feet. “I think...I think the Mothman just saved us.”

Sam helps me stand up, and I cradle my arm gently against my chest. I hear a groan and look over to see Dean slowly sitting up, a hand to his head. He looks over and sees me and Sam standing dumbfounded.

“What the hell happened?” he mumbles.

I look back up at the lightening sky and shake my head, “You're never gonna believe it.”

The Impala is warm against my back as I lean against it, my bones aching with a combination of exhaustion and the wringer they'd been put through earlier. I close my eyes and let the sun soak into my bruised skin. The last twenty four hours have been a whirlwind, and I am looking forward to curling up in bed and sleeping for the next week. I hear someone walk up to me, accompanied by the familiar hiss of a beer bottle being opened. I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow.

“A little early for that, isn't it?”

Dean pops open another one and hands it to me, “Nah. We've not been to sleep yet, doesn't count.”

I take it and sigh contentedly as I wrap my fingers around the cool glass, “Fair enough.” I take a long drag and relish the earthy bitterness of the beer as it slides down my throat. “So. Mothman is actually trying to help people. Like, that's a legit thing that's happening.”

Dean shrugs, “Weirder things have happened.” He raises his beer to his lips, and I can't help but wish our little show hadn't been interrupted. Not really something I should think about right now, but you make out with Dean Winchester and see if you can think of anything else.

“I can't think of any, but sure.” We watch the sky for a moment, and I feel him shift a little closer to me. “How long are you guys staying?”

“I figure we’ll take at least a day or so. We don't have anything lined up and…” his hand drops down to where mine is, and his fingers intertwine with mine, “I know someone that I owe an actual date. One that involves Norma’s famous apple pie.”

“Oh, yea?”

He smiles, and it's enough to stop the world. “Yea. A serial killer interrupted us, kinda put a damper on things.”

“Hmm...I didn't know that was a real date. I just thought you were a really good actor.” I grin at him, and he shakes his head.

Dean grabs the beer from my hand and sits both of them down, then grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him, “Oh, you'd know if I was acting. That was the real deal, sweetheart. I guess I'll just have to show you again.”

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webcricket · 7 years ago

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Sing Me Sweet

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 1155

A/N: Drabble written for @waywardmoeyy’s Moeyy’s 1K Fluff Fest Challenge with the prompt – “It’s been such an ugly day. I need to hear something beautiful.” The reader and Castiel have a super special fluffy tradition. Established CastielXReader. Warning for a description of nausea (in relation to physical shock). Reunion. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff.

You practically tore the motel door off its rusted bolts in your blind haste to unlock it. Amazingly, the stubborn hinges held fast against a second brutal assault when, having succeeded in gaining entry, you then proceeded to slam it shut. The entire façade of the dingy and probably termite-infested motel shook with the venting force of your frustration. The glass and wood framed faded print of a random field of sunny flowers meant to add an uplifting spot of color to the otherwise grey and peeling walls shimmied free of its flimsy hanger and shattered in a cascade of glitter on the threadbare stained carpet within. A garbled man’s voice a few doors down shouted scornfully through the thin walls at the impolite midnight ruckus. You didn’t have the energy to yell any choice words in return.

Castiel! you prayed, sinking on the edge of the creaky protesting bed. The adrenaline might coursing your veins from the violent altercation with the shifter that had held bodily shock at bay for the last half hour was rapidly diminishing. The room spun violently and your stomach churned, biliously threatening to empty its contents onto your shoes. Staring at the stains on the carpet between your feet, you realized you would not be the first person in this particular room to succumb to this unhappy circumstance.

Sucking in an agonizing breath, you steeled your resolve to survive with or without the absentee angel’s aid. Peeling the blood-soaked vintage orange Fanta t-shirt over your head, you peered down to prod the edges of the stinging knife wound slashing your ribcage with tentative fingertips. You grimaced at the fresh flow of crimson oozing from the gash, attempting quite uselessly to stem the gush with the wadded sticky garment in your hands.

Sitting there, the ebb of life seeping from your ripped flesh with every heartbeat, your thoughts centered on the angel. You harbored little hope he would show, and yet you still hoped. You attributed this optimistic outlook to the shock muddling your senses. After all, he left months ago, despite your pleading protests, to tend to Heaven’s problems and you hadn’t heard from him since. When you last spoke to them, the Winchesters hadn’t heard from him in weeks. And, you thought ruefully, that was weeks ago. Fingers fumbling numbly to retrieve the cell in your jean’s pocket to call an ambulance, the phone slipped from your slick red grasp and tumbled to the floor. You unwisely dove after it, weakly collapsing into a crumpled groaning heap upon the floor. You prayed again, I’m hurt Cas. It’s bad. I’m scared. I…”

“I’m here.”

You didn’t hear the ruffle of feathers denoting his arrival or the concerned husky gravel in his tone over the tinny shrill of the pulse throbbing desperately in your ears.

Strong arms winding behind your back and beneath your knees, he effortlessly lifted your limp frame to lay you gently onto the bed. Palm pressed to your bleeding torso, the familiar soothing heat, radiant glowing light, and ticklish electric tingle of his grace mended the gaping laceration, surged renewed life into your hollow veins, and finally washed relief over every inch of your skin to heal the cut on your lip and erase the purplish bruises beginning to blossom on your limbs. Withdrawing his grace, he balanced on the bed beside you, tenderly brushing the clammy sweat-matted hair from your forehead.

You extended your trembling fingers to caress and cup his worry-lined face, inadvertently smearing blood across the prickly unshaven skin of his cheek, murmuring, “You came.”

“Of course I came,” he clutched at your hand, holding it warmly between his own to quiet you.

“I thought,” you stammered, closing your eyes against the looming threat of tears, “I thought you’d be too busy up there for me.”

The implication that he had not made clear to you how important you are to him before he left for Heaven deeply pained him. He did not wish start another argument regarding the matter and again depart on uncertain terms. “What happened?” he asked, choosing to ignore your remark. “Why are you alone? Where are Sam and Dean?”

You disregarded his well-meaning questions, not wanting him to scold you for recklessly working a string of dangerous cases solo. After so much time had passed, the last thing you wanted to do was quarrel now that he was here. “It’s been such an ugly day,” you whispered, damp lashes fluttering open to gaze imploringly into his sparkling blues. “I need to hear something beautiful.”

A small smile alighted the angel’s parted lips, his affectionate expression reflecting wetly with brimming tears. Those very words had kindled a cherished custom of your relationship – an intimate ritual begun as friends, and continued as lovers, which strengthened your bond and brought you closer with each repetition. It was the shared sentiment he missed most of all in his absence from you.

The first time you spoke those words to him after a bad hunt – the fitful night he stayed by your bed until you drifted to sleep and lingered there until dawn to keep nightmares at bay – he told you the creation story of the lowly earthworm, that underappreciated slimy coil of pure digestive muscle tirelessly toiling in the earth night and day to nurture all that thrives above the ground and without whose thankless sustenance there would be none of the beauty we know of life.

The evening you said them after a nasty salt and burn – the evening he boldly held your hand walking back to the Impala and blushingly kissed you in front of the respectively whistling and whooping Sam and Dean – he told you of the haunting ocean songs that whales sing to one another; their magnificent timeless odes echo through the seas across immense distances to reassure each other that, although they are far apart in a great empty expanse, they are not alone.

The night you sighed them weepingly after he nearly died at the hands of his kin – the night you first made love – he gazed adoringly into your eyes and simply uttered your name.

And tonight, reunited after too long apart, he shrugged aside the trench coat and, loosening his tie, toed off his shoes to climb into the bed with you. Wrapping his arms taut around your shoulders to nestle you meltingly against his body, he nuzzled his chin into your hair to breathe in your comforting scent. Holding you thus, he hooked a finger beneath your chin, angling your world-weary countenance up to meet his own. Grimy motel walls receding away in a brightly illumined cushion of blue, the distant lost time between you dimming into no more than a faint glimmer of memory, he told you the story of an angel’s fall. Not his fall from grace, but his fall, halo over heels, into that most beautiful condition of all – love.

#Moeyy’s 1k Fluff Fest Challenge #castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel x y/n #castiel reader insert #castiel fluff #castielxreader #castielxyou #cas x reader #cas x you #spn fluff #spn reader insert #casxyou #casxreader #castiel imagine #castiel drabble #castiel #cricket writes cas

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thecuriouscrusader · 7 years ago

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The Body In The Bathroom

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Word Count: 943

Prompt: "There's a dead body in the bathroom."

Tags: Crack, Gen, Canon Divergence, Drunken Idiots, Cas Being Cas, Dean Being Dean

Summary: When Castiel finds a man’s dead body in Sam and Dean’s motel room there is some concern that they might have killed him.

A/N: Written for @waywardmoeyy ‘s Awkward Moment Birthday Challenge ; Happy Birthday, Boo! Not Beta’d.

When Castiel turned up in the motel room that Dean had texted him the address to - which took Castiel about twenty minutes to decipher because it was mostly gibberish - his whole body rolled with exasperation.

Sam was asleep on one of the beds, snoring loudly. His hair was swept across his face and his long limbs were flailed out at all different angles. Dean was curled up on the floor hugging a trashcan and grumbling to himself.

"Hello" Castiel announced his presence.

"Cas! Keep it down" Dean exclaimed.

"I don't think that it is physically possible to lower my voice another octave" Castiel responded.

There was a groan from the bed as Sam rolled over. He placed a palm on his forehead and squinted up at the ceiling.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Well, from what I can gather Dean, being the ever responsible older brother that he is, took you out last night and got you drunk beyond oblivion."

"Excuse me, but Sam in an adult. He can make his own decisions and I shouldn't have to babysit him" Dean retorted.

"No, I'm assuming that's what you summoned me for" Castiel sighed. "To take care of the both of you."

"Yeah, well..." Dean trailed off and closed his eyes.

"Cas, could you get me a glass of water?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I think that would be wise" Castiel said.

He went into the bathroom to get the water but re-emerged just a moment later.

"There's a dead body in the bathroom."

Sam shot upright with immediate alarm, while Dean's reaction was much more delayed; he frowned at first but as Castiel's words sunk in his eyes widened in horror.

"Are you serious?!" Sam exclaimed as he went to look for himself.

"Sam, you know I can't perform practical jokes" Castiel replied. "Like the time I told Dean that Dr Sexy had been cancelled."

"That was just downright cruel" Dean pouted.

"Dude, there's a dead body in the bathroom!" Sam panicked.

"Please be a werewolf, please be a werewolf" Dean chanted as he crossed his fingers.

"No, it is a human male" Castiel confirmed.

"Shit" Dean murmured.

"He's about thirty year’s old, Caucasian, stab wound in his lower abdomen" Castiel said.

"Wow, been watching CSI much?" Dean taunted.

"Why are you two not freaking out about this?!" Sam asked. "There's a dead guy in our motel room!"

"Yeah and for once it ain't one of us" Dean said as he finally sat up. "So I'm calling it a win."

"I wonder who he is?" Sam queried. "Maybe he has some kind of ID."

"I wonder which one of you killed him?" Castiel countered.

"Why would you assume we killed him?" Dean asked defensively.

Castiel stared at him blankly.

"Yeah, fair enough" Dean conceded lowly.

"We are supernatural hunters, okay? We're not human murderers" Sam stressed.

There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it" Castiel said.

"Cas, no!" Sam hissed.

"But that would be rude" Castiel said as he opened the door. "Hello" he greeted the young, bored looking man.

"Oh, hey. Are there any dead guys in here?" the man asked.

Dean and Sam shared an uneasy look.

"Yes" Castiel answered.

Sam sat down heavily on the bed and buried his head in his hands. Dean glared daggers at the back of Castiel's head.

"Not again" the man sighed.

"What do you mean not again?" Sam asked.

"We get a lot of drug gangs using this place to do business. I know most of their faces, but I'm not really in the position to argue with him" the man explained. "Sometimes a guy gets killed in the process, it happens."

"Does it?" Dean asked incredulously "Does it, really?"

"Unfortunately, yeah" the man said. "I remember you guys stumbling in a couple of hours after they left, though. This isn't the room I assigned you. I guess you just saw that the door was open."

"Oh, thank god" Sam sighed.

"I better go call the police" the assistant said. "Don't worry, I won't tell 'em about you."

He left and Castiel shut the door.

"May I suggest leaving as soon as possible?" The Angel said.

"Alright, just let me pee" Dean said as he sullenly traipsed to the bathroom. He made a brisk reappearance. "Oh, right, dead guy. I can hold it."

"I can fly you back to the bunker" Castiel said. "I'll come back for the Impala later. Just gather your possessions."

"Right...our stuff" Dean mused.

"Where are our duffels?" Sam asked as he looked around the room.

"Uh....something is coming back to me" Dean said sheepishly. "I think I traded our stuff for a bag of donuts and some Pokémon cards."

"So there's a kid running around with two bags full of weapons?"

"Yeah, what else is new?" Dean scoffed. "This is America, pal."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dude, all the weapons are still in baby's trunk" Dean said. "I'm not a complete idiot. That kid just ran off with a whole lot of plaid."

"Let's just go" Castiel said; he too was growing bored of Dean's shenanigans. "Before the police arrive."

"At least none of us killed a human" Dean said as he could see that Sam was still distressed.

"I have" Castiel frowned.

"Yeah but you're not human yourself" Dean pointed out.

"But I am an angel who has killed plenty of angels."

"Cas, I'm just tryna make Sam feel better, okay?"

"Oh" Castiel said. "It's alright Sam" he said as he patted the younger Winchester's head.

"Thank you, Cas" Sam humoured him.

"Alright, beam us up, Scotty!" Dean said to Cas.

"Who?"

"Just take us home."

#moeyy's awkward moments birthday challenge #team free will #team free will fanfiction #spn writing challenge #supernatural #my stuff #curious writes

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emoryhemsworth · 7 years ago

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My Girl

Summary: The reader gets stood up on a date and Dean makes it all better.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, platonic Sam x Reader, OMC Jake

Word Count: 1,054 (!)

Genre: Flangst

Rating: T for a tiny bit of language

Warnings: None!

Author’s Note: Written for @demondeanismybaby’s “Which One Are You?” Challenge and @waywardmoeyy’s 1K Fluff Fest Challenge. My prompts were “I know you look in a mirror and hate what you see” and “I’m not the kind of girl that guys fall in love with.”

This takes place after Dean’s time in Purgatory. Enjoy! (P.S. I am SO sorry this is so late Ash, thank you for being so patient!) I recommend listening to this song as it’s what I had in mind while writing this!

Y/N smiled down at her phone, reading the text message from Jake. She’d met him just last night when she, Sam, and Dean had hit up the local bar after a particularly rough hunt involving a wendigo. They’d chatted up at the bar while ordering drinks, and after dancing for a few songs and talking some more in one of the booths, he’d asked to see her again tomorrow for a real date.

Just then, Dean walked into the War Room where Y/N had her feet propped up on the table. “What’s got you in such a good mood, sweetheart?” he teased. He had no idea about Y/N’s date, and she intended on keeping it that way.

Y/N loved the Winchesters. She and Sam had immediately hit it off, becoming fast friends. They had a lot in common; both loved to read and tried to eat relatively healthy. Anyone looking in from the outside would think that they’d make a great couple, but Y/N and Sam’s feelings for each other were strictly platonic. Sure, she may have had a small crush on him when he’d saved her from a rogue vamp, but she soon realized her affections laid with the elder Winchester.

Dean Winchester. God, he drove her absolutely crazy. His eyes were the gorgeous shade of green freaking novelists use to describe fictional characters. And his lips! No one should have lips that perfect. They looked kissable and soft… but guys like him didn’t go for women like her. She’d seen the women Dean had brought back to motel rooms and the Men of Letters Bunker. They were usually toned, with perfect hair and teeth. Y/N was very petite and curvy, but carried weight in places she felt were unattractive. Her hair wasn’t always styled to perfection, nor did she wear makeup every day.

“Earth to Y/N!” Dean snapped his fingers in front of her face.

“Sorry… got distracted…” she mumbled.

Dean grabbed her phone from her hand, quickly reading what made her so giddy.

Y/N, can’t wait to see you tonight. ;)

“Who’s Jake?” Dean asked her, his tone immediately going defensive.

“He’s just a guy I met at the bar last night…” Y/N trailed off.

Dean tried hard to hide his disappointment and jealousy.

Y/N put the final touches of her makeup on, smacking her lips to ensure the blood red color of the lipstick she’d chosen was even. Her hair was done in soft waves, and she’d opted for a light smoky eye for the evening to accompany her blue dress and nude pumps. For once, she felt confident as she grabbed her bag and yelled her goodbyes to the boys before heading to her car in the bunker’s garage. As she turned the ignition, she felt butterflies that didn’t let up.

That is, until 2 hours and three sodas later. Y/N wished she could have had a glass of wine, or even better, a Jack and Coke. It was pretty clear Jake (if that really was his name) wasn’t coming. She hated seeing the sympathy in her waitress’s eyes.

“Could I please get the check?” Y/N asked in a shaky voice.

“Don’t worry about it, honey… it’s on the house. Just get home safe.”

Y/N managed to choke out a muffled ‘thank you’ before walking as quickly as she could to her car. After getting in and slamming the door shut a little harder than she’d intended, she just sat there with her hands on the steering wheel letting hot tears fall. Y/N took a shaky breath, trying to regain her composure. Thankfully, the bunker wasn’t too far away.

When she got there, she flew past Sam and Dean who were combing over some lore in the war room to her bedroom.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” Sam asked his brother, clearly concerned about her.

“I don’t know. She was supposed to have a date tonight, must not have gone well,” Dean shrugged. “I’ll go check on her.”

The sound of Y/N crying on the other side of her door was the most heartbreaking sound he’d ever heard. It was slightly ajar, just enough for him to make out that she was standing in front of the mirror in only a bra and underwear. Her makeup, which had been pristine just hours ago, was now running down her face in dark rivers.

“Of course he stood you up… Look at you. Who in their right mind would seriously be interested in you? Why wouldn’t it be a joke?”

Dean warred with himself over whether to knock on Y/N’s door to alert her to his presence. In the end, though, his selfish side won out. He couldn’t let Y/N think those things about herself.

While her head was hung, Dean came and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Y/N would have been startled, but she knew exactly who it was just by his smell and one word flooded her mind: Dean.

“Y/N, do you really think those things about yourself?” Dean asked her, purposely keeping his voice low and even.

Y/N didn’t say a word and simply nodded.

“I know how you look in a mirror, and hate what you see… You deserve so much better, sweetheart. That guy was an asshole. You deserve someone that loves everything about you… the way you look dancing in the backseat of Baby when you think Sam and I aren’t looking… the way you look in the morning with no makeup on…”

“Someone like you?” Y/N turned around and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “Dean, I’m not the kind of girl that guys fall in love with.”

It was as if she was expecting him to break her heart, daring him to confirm what she already felt about herself.

Dean brushed the hair out of her face.

“Well, sweetheart, I did,” Dean told her before giving her the most romantic, intimate kiss anyone had ever done. His soft, pink, full lips gently met hers, igniting liquid fire in Y/N’s veins.

“So… does this mean we’re a thing?” she panted after a lack of oxygen forced them to break for air.

“Hell yeah it does!” Dean picked Y/N up bridal style and carried her to her bed, promptly joining her. The pair soon fell asleep, sleeping soundly for the first time in years.

#which one are you? challenge #moeyy's 1k fluff fest challenge #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x reader #supernatural fanfiction

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moeyynorris · 1 year ago

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I started a new job today and I’m super excited. 😁

That’s all. Have a great day. 🧡

#moeyy posts

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moeyy-writes · 4 years ago

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Am I writing another Jay Wasley x Reader fic? Yes.

Is it so horribly cheesy that it’s cringe-worthy? Also yes.

#moeyy rambles #jay wasley x reader #wip

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waywardmoeyy · 4 years ago

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I would love to send out a PSA:

I hate kidney stones.

That is all.

#moeyy whines #personal #I’ve been trying to pass the same stone for 5 weeks now #I’m so over it

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moeyysconblog-blog · 6 years ago

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Nothing like a nice, tall glass of Pellegrino in the morning. 😋

#mark pellegrino #moeyy does charcon 2018

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fuckthis-and-fuckthat · 7 years ago

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Why are you naked?

DeanXreader

Warning: Smut. Awkwardness. Bite Kink. Fingering. Oral(female receiving). Mentions of squirt. Embarrassing moments for the reader. um I think that's it. Idk. Oh, and cursing. Lots of it.

Prompt. “That's great an all, but why are you naked?”

A/N: This is my first time actually writing on Tumblr. I’m still trying to figure everything out. Thanks @waywardmoeyy for the prompt. This is based off of her awkward moment birthday challenge. So happy birthday, Babes. This is just an awkward mess of weirdness and what not. Thanks again!✌🏼💕

A/N: I took the awkwardness and weirdness to the max with this one.

You had liked Dean for a while now. Jesus. It had been more than a while. Ever since you moved into the bunker two years ago.

Today was your day- or night. You weren't really sure what time it was, you just knew that Dean was sleeping. You were gonna tell him how you feel, or atleast try. You walked quietly into Deans room, stripping out of your clothes and climbing into his bed. You covered your naked body with his blankets and poked his back, waking him up.

“Hey, sweet heart. You need something?” He said turning over, giving you a small smile.

“No. Not really. I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Mmmm. Shoot.”

You took a deep breath, Letting your awkwardness and weirdness overcome you, not being able to stop your words. "I like you. I don't even care anymore, I think you're Hot and I wanna eat off your fucking face.” Well then. That came out just how you wanted it. Note the sarcasm.

Dean let out a full body laugh, his eyes crinkling in the corners, green eyes glistening. This is just fucking great.

“That's great an all, but why are you naked?” He asked, causing you to look down at the skin that was sticking out from the blankets, Dean’s fingers dancing lightly on your waist.

“I sleep naked and I came to sleep with you. But I think the real question is, why aren't you naked? Hmmm?”

“Would you prefer me to be naked?” He gave you a smirk, arousng you in brilliant ways.

"Winchester. I swear I will pounce on your sexy ass and rip your clothes to shreds if you don't take them off right now.”

“I'd like to see you try.”

That's all took for you. You threw the blanket off of you two, crawling onto his waist and grabbing the neck of his shirt, prepared to rip it. But it didn't rip. You tried again, then failed again.

“Well that did fucking wonders.” You mumbled. “Dean. Gimme your pocket knife.”

“You know there's much easier ways of doing this right?” His hands were now on your waist, ripping the globs of your ass and fondling your breast, causing a whimper to escape you.

He pointed to his night stand where his pocket knife lay. You reached over and grabbed it, cutting down the front of his shirt just a little bit. You closed it and tossed it on the floor, putting your hands back on his shirt, you pulled, the sound of fabric ripping filling the room.

“Ha!” You yelped, excited that you got it off.

“You're so weird sometimes.” Dean said, giving out a low chuckle.

“Bite me, bitch.”

He flipped you over, his mouth finding yours, hand finding its way between your bodies, easily slipping into your wet heat, pumping slightly. “Let's get this show on the toad, yeah?” He mumbled, kissing his way down your neck, his fingers working your g-spot.

You let out a filthy moan, almost as good as a porn star. Your back arched when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, giving it a small bite, making you whimper.

“Dean. Harder.”

He bit down harder, the pain making you more hot and burning with need. “Fuck, that feels good.”

"You like that, baby. You like it when I do this...” he took the other nipple in his mouth, biting harder than last time, teeth sinking into your skin.

"Oh my god, yes. I need more. Please.” You bucked your hips up, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you fastly.

He kissed his way down your body, leaving bite marks here and there. You were getting close. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach, but you needed more. As if Dean could read your mind, his thumb left your clit, his lips latching on and sucking harshly. You could feel your juices seeping into the sheets. Ah shit.

You were a squirter. Not too many men had liked that in the past. Some did but some didn't. “Dean. I wanna cum in your cock.” You needed him to move or else it was gonna be like Niagara Falls. It was gonna flood up in this bitch.

Dean didn't move, instead he added another finger, now three fingers deep inside of your cunt, pushing you over the edge. You came with a loud cry, your back arching off the bed, breathing coming raged, and your juices flowing into his mouth and lips. Your were in too much bliss to worry about it for now, you just focused on the way Dean grunted when it happened and pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue, drinking up as much as he could.

You came down from your high, falling limp against the bed, Dean finishing up and wiping off his face with the back of his hand. He hovered above you, a smile clear on his face. “Fuck, that was hot, Y/N.”

“No it wasn't, Dean. I squirted. It was embarrassing.”

"Maybe for you, but not for me. I just couldn't get enough.” He leaned down to kiss you but you blocked his lips with your hand.

"You just ate me out, I don't wann kiss you.”

“Wow. Could you be anymore weird.?”

“Yeah, I can. And it's not weird.”

"Is too.”

“Is not.”

"Is too.”

"Okay, Dean. Point made. Now earthier fight me, fuck me, or shut up.”

You went to grab his dick but was stopped by his pants, “"why are your Pants still on, dude?”

“I was too busy taking care of you, dude.”

You bit your tongue and stopped yourself from saying anything else. Dean stood up and yanked off his sleeping pants, crawling up the bed and pulling you by the ankle. The lust was back in his eyes. Staring down at you like you were his pray and he was about to pounce.

He crawled up your body, gently rubbing his hard dick through your wet folds. He slowly slid in, filling you to the hilt, letting you adjust to his size. He felt amazing. Perfect. Like it was two puzzle pieces finally being together.

He pulled out, pushing back in, setting a slow pace, gaining momentum and speeding up. He was pounding into you, pushing you into the mattress with every thrust. "Roll over.” He grunted, pulling out and trying to push you over.

"Wait.” You breathed out, holding his wrist.

“What?”

“I- I don't wanna do it that way.”

“Why not?”

“ I can't tell you, it's embarrassing.”

“Come on, baby. Tell me.” You let out a deep huff, kinda aggravated.

“"I have ass hair and I don't want you to see.” You hid your face in your hands, your heart pounding in your ears, your face heating up. "I mean, it's not a jungle, it's just hard to reach all the way around and shave.”

“You know I don't care about that, right? It's fine, baby. Plus, it's actually pretty dark, I won't really be able to see, anyways.”

“Fine.” You flipped over beneath him, laying in your stomach.

"On your hands and knees, sweetheart.” He spoke deep and roughly in your ear. You did what he said, getting in position, feeling him push in fastly, setting a brutal pace.

It wasn't long until you were a moaning mess beneath him. Your vision went black as he pounded into you, his orgasm following quickly behind yours. He slowed down his pace, gently pulling out and rolling you to your side, cuddling with you.

“Well, that just happened.” You said, placing light kisses on his chest.

“It did didn't it.”

“Sooo... was I okay? Did I meet the Dean Winchester standards?”

“Oh, you did, sweetheart. So much and more. Down packed the best sex I've ever had.”

“Seriously. Why? How?” He sat up on his elbows, looking down at you, rubbing his fingertips down your arm.

“"That's the first time I've actually been with a girl that didn't really care. You know, you're awkward and weird, and shy. But then there's times where you're confident and not afraid to be yourself. Oh, and that pussy. So tight and wet. Just perfect.”

“O-fucking-Kay. This has been fun and all, but I'm gonna go take a shower.” You rolled off the bed and took the sheet with you, trying to cover yourself while you walked, but you busted your ass. It's not like it is in the movies.

"Sonofa bitch.” You mumbled, rolling onto your back mad crossing your arms over your chest.

“You alright there, princess?” Dean’s naked body stood above. Fuck, he looks good like this. Fucking edible.

“Yeah.” You don't realize how sultrily your voice sounded. His eyes became hooded with lust as you crawled up on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. He wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling your mouth closer to him.

“You look so beautiful like this. So fuckabke and breakable.”

You took the tip in your mouth, giving it a light suck before taking his long shaft all the way in. Well, you tried to take all of him in, but you failed. Your gag reflex kicked in and you went into a coughing fit. “Okay. I'm gonna be honest, this is my first time sucking dick.” You let out a sigh and looked back up at him, a small smile on his face.

“It's fine, baby. Take your time. Just don't take too much at a time, it's okay if you can't fit it all.”

You tried again, this time licking your hand and giving him a few strokes, taking in a little at a time. He let his head fall back, a grunt coming from his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N. your mouth feels amazing.” You took that as a good sign, bobbing your head up and down, stroking what you couldn't fit, turning him into a moaning mess above you. You stuck your free hand down and started to rub your clit, a moan coming from your throat and sending the vibrations through him.

His grip tightened in your hair, pulling your head back and shoving his cock in your mouth. Your fingers pushed into your soaked cunt, thumping fastly against your g-spot, going in the same pace as he was.

It wasn't long until he pulled you off completely, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up, cock sliding into you. Your back was against the wall, your ear banging against it roughly as he pounded into you over and over again.

“Dean... fuck, baby.” Filthy moans were coming out of your mouth, putting every porn star to shame. You kissed and sucked at his neck and scraped your nails down his back. “Bite me.”

He did what you said, sinking his teeth into your neck, biting harshly. You let out a scream, begging for more as your climax washed over you. Head spinning, vision blurry, body weak.

Dean kept thrusting, fast and hard, not letting you go. “"Come on, sweetheart, one more.”

“Dean..I can't.”

“Yeah you can. Come on, baby. Just let go, I got you.”

You reached down and found your clit with your hand, rubbing fast, harsh circles on it. Your oragsm was coming in fast and strong, stronger than the last one. Dean’s lips latched onto your nipple, bitting roughly. Your walls clamped down on Dean’s cock as he came deep inside you, his orgasm making yours come as well. Your juices went everywhere, splashing lightly on yours and his stomach as he drilled into you.

Once he slowed down he took you with him and laid you down on the bed. He gently kissed your skin and rubbed it as his face went down between your legs. His tongue darted out and licked a long line up your pussy, collecting the juices that were there. He hummed in delight and bit down on your clit, a small gasp escaping you.

“One more?” He asked, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Yeah.”

He kissed around your mound, taking his time to tease you and work you back up. His tongue dipped inside of you and licked along your walls, making you writher beneath him.

“Dean, I'm close.” He sucked your clit into your mouth, sucking licking, biting. He was using his whole face to make sure that you came, and sure enough you did.

You let out gasps of air as he worked you through your last orgasm, making sure he licked up everything he could.

“Wow. That was...” you mumbled, rolling over and cuddling into his side.

“Yeah. Go to sleep, it's late and I know you're tired.”

“Mkay. Goodnight.”

“Night, sweetheart. You were amazing, by the way.”

"Thanks.”

You fell asleep with a small smile on your face and a kiss to the forehead, wrapped up tightly in Dean’s arms.

Tagging: @waywardmoeyy @lucifer-in-leather

#Moeyy’s Awkward Moments Birthday Challenge #supernatural #smut #dean x reader #awkward

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