#professor dean winchester

[maximumkillshot]

By The Books-Part 3

Warnings:The regulars with this series, you know... and then some... lets call it fluff? Idk it’s been a hot min.  Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY)   Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader A/N: I hope yall enjoy it!!!

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Before:

As I was cooking dinner Sam walked In, in search of a beer most likely.

“So what do you really make of Y/N?” Sam asked, or should I say inquired because I’m a professor now… any way I answered with a “she seems cool, like she can hang with the big boys in the big leagues. She’s got promise. Especially in abnormal psych. I should the Gacy picture,”

“Not the one with the decalitated head.” 

I nodded as I mixed up the ground beef with the marinara sauce.

“Yep, she didn’t even flinch.” I said as I added some spice. 

“Well dean you should’ve seen her answering questions in my class. I kid you not, she demolished everyone. It was art.” Said Sam as he took a seat.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as—“ I was cut off by Sam saying “she answered the Wicca v. Witchcraft question, Dean, no hesitation, just pure facts.”

“You thinking we need to do a test on her?” I asked. “I shook her hand with a silver ring, cross on the inside. I wore blessed oil and got close too, no reaction.” I relplied.

Sam added, “I had salt on the entries and exits, devils trap under right where she was standing, got no adverse reaction.”

“So she’s naturally this good?” I asked as I served up his salad and my real food.

“Or she’s just curious” said Sam as he took in a mouthful, “either way we’ll see what she’s made of soon enough.”

NOW:

Two Weeks Later 

Dean POV:

 Man today’s classes went on way too long. I’ve been getting impatient with these kids. None of them are rising to the occasion when it comes to Y/N. She literally wipes the floor with them. I could see the hate from some of these kids who roll their eyes when she raises her hand. It’s almost like they know her adding onto the class means that they need to work more in the end. Not to mention she’s doing all of this while being a student researcher for not just one professor, but two. 

As soon as class was dismissed today I texted my brother, making sure our plans for lunch were set in stone. As soon as I got the okay from him I made my way to the Chinese restaurant across from campus, where we were planning to meet. Luckily, he was already there and ordered.

My brother noticed my frustration immediately, “Someone’s pissy. What happened?”

I just replied with “These kids. They’re acting some kinda way towards Y/N simply because she’s stepping up to the plate.”

“That’s happening in your class too?”

“Yeah, it’s really pissing me off. She does such great work and obviously knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe it’s just too easy for her, Dean. Maybe we need to crank it up.”

I looked at him sideways, “we are trying to teach her, Sammy, not murder the poor girl, it’s bad enough she has to defend a thesis.”

“A thesis which we are going to help her prepare…” Sam said with a smirk as he sipped on his tea. 

“Come again?” I asked.

“Yesterday she and I were reading ancient ritual ceremonial books from the ….”

“Can we please skip the magical shit, Sam?”

“Ok fine, anyway, she shared her idea of a thesis with me and I tend to like it alot actually…”

“Mind letting me in on this or?” I questioned.

“Her thesis is going to be on the importance and ramifications of human sacrifices on the psyche. It’s going to explore it from a ritualistic and criminal psychological aspect, tying ritual killings to serial killers and finding where that drive comes from.”

“Ok, not gonna lie…. That is gonna kill every other thesis presented.” I smiled. “I never looked at either of those topics being tied together and yet she found this pattern? How?”

Sam smiled and said, “if you give a builder the materials and tools, they’ll build the Taj Mahal, Dean.”

I replied with “Sammy… Don’t ever use any analogy ever again, it’s cringe worthy.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes… yes it is.”

Then I saw that the waiter brought over three bowls of rice and then I heard Y/N behind me, “hey sorry I’m late.”

I immediately looked to Sam and he said “Nonsense you’re right on time.”

As she sat down Sam continued, “So… I just filled Dean in on your thesis.”

“Yeah he did, I’m seriously impressed Y/N. You are kicking some serious ass here.” I said as I took a mouthful of rice. 

“Thanks, it’s gonna be hard tying them together though. Ritualistic killings can claim the fear of repercussions but serial killings? Not necessarily.” She said as she took a mouthful of rice.

I started thinking and I said, “Well one could say that many serial killers have a drive to kill, in that it could be considered ritualistic. You also have many serial killers that have patterns to their madness. Very ritualistic in nature. Just because there’s no deity behind it doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t ritualistic.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “That’s true but that only explains a fraction of the serial killers out there.”

I continued, “You’re right about that. The other majority is those with mental illnesses. I did study those as well. In many of those cases it can be seen as a fear driven act. Like some serial killers have a fear of rejection, so they kill the victim before they can be rejected. Others have unresolved childhood trauma that leads them to enact vengeance, trying to make things right.”

Sammy interjected, “That can even be tied to the ritualistic killings of the Mayan peoples. Whenever they had a bad harvest or wanted to appease the gods, make things right, they’d give human sacrifices until their luck turned around. But this is just one of the many early peoples and religions that did this.”

I concluded, “So you need to find that one commonality. If you look at these cases, and these religions, stripped down to their bones. You’ll find that there is really not much difference between these ritualistic killings and these mass murderers. And for those that kill just to kill, you could even say that they were ritualistic in the aspect of repetition.”

She looked confused at that, “How is repetition ritualistic?”

“The act of repeating something is a ritual in and of itself. A definition of ritual as an adjective is arising from convention or habit.”

Her eyes got even brighter as she said, “Ahh I see, so just the fact that it’s done the same way multiple times can consider it as a repetitious act, Making it literally a ritualistic killing pattern.”

Sam looked at me and nodded saying, “Meaning that the drive to kill is repetitious no matter what the trigger is, especially in serial killers and in ritualistic killings.”

I continued, “Many serial killers even describe their murders as ceremonial. They felt they needed to be done, whether it be to regain control, to fix the past, or to just satiate a need. This all falls into ritualistic killings because there is a purpose to them, even if they did it just because they could, that in itself is a reason.”

She smiled and looked down to her rice, “I.. how… Claire wasn’t kidding.” She said under her breath to herself.

Sammy’s eyebrows furrowed, “What did Claire say?”he asked.

She took a forkful of rice and looked up at him with her smile peaking through, “She told me you guys would be more than willing to help.” She swallowed the rice and looked at us both up and down, “And more than equipped to do the job right.”

“I’m equipped to do a few things, Sweetheart.” Shit… did that just come out of my mouth… Fuck me.

She looked unphased as Sammy looked mortified, “What Dean means is, he is also a specialist in witchcraft and religion…. Right Dean…” his eyes got big as I cleared my throat..

“Uhh yeah, I also have a mean medieval weapons collection at home, as well as my hundreds of books on murderers and stuff. You should come by, Sammy has a few occult books that could help with the thesis too. Make a night out of it?” I asked, trying to save myself.

Her head cocked to the side, “Are you asking me over to your place, Dean?” “As much as I want to help you,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I can’t give you all of the information that our library at home can. It’s a literal goldmine for someone like you for a thesis. This is strictly professional but I do understand if that makes you uncomfortable. I can bring a few in but because I can’t say with 100% certainty where you’re going or where you’re at in your thesis, the stuff I bring in may not help you. It may be better for you to just come by and have a look for yourself.”

She nodded as she said “Well I only have a writing class left after this then I’ll be off until Tuesday… So what day works for you?” She asked.

Sammy and I both have the same schedules and ironically… It’s the same as hers, only on campus Tuesdays/Thursdays, online classes Monday and Wednesday.

“When do you get out of your class?” I asked as I checked my watch. “4:30pm” She said as she continued to eat. “I mean we can hang around for a few hours, get some papers graded while you have class, and we can go home with you, I’ll make some dinner and we’ll dive into those books, sound good?” I asked while Sam’s face slowly started contorting.

“Sounds awesome, and thanks so much for all of this. I know it’s not easy letting someone into your home.” She smiled. Sam wiped the discomfort off of his face as he said, “We are just really excited that someone is as enthusiastic about this stuff as we are, it’s not every day that we meet students that are this skilled and well… have an iron stomach for our subjects.” He chuckled. I laughed, “yeah usually kids go running out of our classes once things get uncomfortable.”

She smirked and said, “Growing is uncomfortable, Knowledge can be uncomfortable, that's why the kids run, but the adults stay and handle business.” She said as the waiter came up.

After a nice lunch Y/N said her goodbyes and Sammy and I stood at the table, as soon as the door closed my head snapped to Sammy, “How the hell is she not a hunter?” “Dean”

“No, don't Dean me, you see her right? The way she walks, the way she studies and writes, the way sheeee…” I struggled finding the words. “Hunts for information…” Sam completed.

“Yes! Yes exactly… Sammy she is doing this for more than a thesis. She has to be.” I said as I thought long and hard.

“She’s doing it to impress us.” Sam said. “We are not that special Sammy, she is drop dead gorgeous and has way more important shit to do.” I was exasperated.

“Maybe this is a sign,” I said as Sammy huffed.

“Not this again” “Just hear me out Sammy, what if this is Chuck saying ‘okay boys you had your fun now let's get back into the game, shall we?’” I asked as I played with the straw of my drink.

“Chuck is gone, Dean… You know that.”

“No, I know that Amara had enough of his shit and trapped him on this planet, that’s what I know.” I replied. “Dean… we are retired.” Sam huffed as he took the check to the counter. “So was the Terminator and Rick-Flair but after a decade, bam! Rick’s back in the ring and Terminator’s…. You know…. terminating.” Sam rolled his eyes as we walked out of the restaurant, “listen, Dean, we don’t know her motivation, but we both know if she was a hunter she wouldn’t be able to get up at 5 am to decode tomes before classes, she’d be knocked out, in her bed, with bruises, scars and bloody laundry waiting in the next room. Hunters aren’t masters students. They’re backroads highwaymen, they’re outlaws, they’re….”

“Professors” I said as I turned Sammy towards me, “They’re super intelligent, smartasses, master manipulators, actors, weapons and religion specialists… They are masters at hiding in plain sight… Sam… we are hunters and we have fucking Doctorates.”

“Oh my god,” Sam Drawled out. “Given you hacked Harvard’s servers to get us them but still, we’re fucking doctors.” I said as I rushed out the truth and Sam started walking. “Dean, listen to me… Y/N has no marks, no scars, no bruises. She’s not jumpy or attuned with her surroundings, she has no indication of hidden runes, tomes, no unusual jewelry… She is just a normal woman, with a very interesting set of hobbies that she happens to be getting a degree in. Stop making it more than that… Don’t get her on a path that leads to death. We already did that to hundreds of people. It’s time to stop.” Sam said sternly. I looked at him and said, “fine, fine… We’ll help the girl, get her thesis on track, pray to god she teaches with us, and we’ll move on… but what if she finds out about our past?” “She won’t, it’s all locked away. We made sure of that.” Sam said as we walked into the elevator.

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Jared/Sam Peoples!:

@saxxxology  

[faramirsonofgondor]

Any queer man in fiction can’t have a healthy relationship. All they know is pining, divorce, cause the apocalypse, wear silly costume, fight they homo boyfriend, trauma, be disastrous, eat hot chip & lie.

[owlssin]

i cant stop drawing these gay men

[deacons-cut]

Okay but like hear me out...

Younger Sam whos into photography and older professor(?) Dean

[sluttyimpala]

i know those boys fucked NASTY after the stanford reunion. i can see it behind my eyelids. sam bent over the cheap motel bed while dean grips his hair and asks if what they say about experimenting in college is true. calls him sammy and tells him he cant give him a higher grade because "it would violate school policy sammy". sam rides dean in the backseat while describing in detail how he did it to some random dude freshmen week. he later fucks dean in a gas station bathroom and denies him his orgasm each time he moans sammy because "it's sam".

[angeloftuesdayy]

In honor of my and probably Sam's fav subject in law school: criminal law!

[diminuel]

Here is my art for Mydestielbabies_67′s BottomCas Big Bang fic “Turn On A Dime”!

I know the art doesn’t really give the content of the fic away at all (though Claire attacking Dean with a frying pan delights me. A little bit of threatening of your father’s new boyfriend is allowed.)

You can read the fic here! :DD

[unadulteratedchaoscreation]

I really love this that in every fandom, we have tags like "no beta we die like regulus black" or "no beta we die like John Winchester." Or "no beta we die like eriks loved ones"(my favourite). Its just so amazing

[nabooberrie]

Wait a minute hear me out

[bragginball-z]

We as a people need to talk about Dean in a sweater vest more

[diabolichearts]

destiel power point working title: angels, the apocolypse, and a whole lot of gay subtext, what do we think

[fckingfangirlever]

Okay, so i got this idea.

Can we reboot Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them? But without the dumbledore and grindelwald storyline. Just Scamander brothers and the beasts.

In supernatural vibes. Two brothers, travelling and saving magic creatures.

OMG

Saving fantastic beasts, hunting poachers. The Family Business.

[faramirsonofgondor]

Sometimes babygirl is a severely repressed man with big cow eyes that get so shiny, a found family, and way too much trauma.

[virtu4l-archieve]

and this, your living kiss || opal_bullets

rating: explicit

audio length: 7 hr. 5 min.

ship: dean/cas

tags: poetry, writer!dean, professor!castiel, college au, john winchester's a+ parenting, mentions of past prostitution, mentions of cancer, angst with a happy ending

summary: after years of no longer writing poetry under the name jack allen, dean begand to crave a sense of being alive again. he suddenly decides to move in with sam and elienne, along with their son jack. searching for answers dean reaches out to his old mentor, missouri moseley, who recommended dean to audit an advanced college course in poetry taught by professor castiel novak. who happens to not only be devastatingly handsome and see something in dean, but happens to also be academic’s expert on jack allen.

um does anyone have any poetry recommendations? i’m searching for the similar highs i get from hearing jack allen’s poems. read this fic. read this fic. read this fic. actually- listen to it instead! atylk is known as a classic deancas fic- AND ITS FOR A REASON! i loved it found myself shrieking and talking to myself out of pure excitement as i listened. (god bless podfics!) i’ll definitely listen to it again in the future. xx

[deans-fanboy]

Teachers Pet

Part two females part so I'll try and upload it tomorrow

Warnings!: Smut. Oral (F. Receiving), hair pulling (M. Receiving), Unprotected sex (Pullout method used), Age Gap!! Slightly submissive Dean (if you squint), inexperienced Reader

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Next Day

Y/n arrived in an outfit they thought was comfortable, Dean saw it as tantalizing, when in reality it wasn’t. The collarbone still peaked through the collar, the way their sleeves hugged their arms, perfectly outlining the curve of their back. Dean couldn’t get enough. Dean told the class He’d be sitting at his desk for most of the period since his back was hurting. It wasn’t. He just didn’t need the class to know he was hard during a lesson. So he just sat at the desk, teaching off of a slideshow like most, rather than the old school chalkboard hung up on the wall. Dean struggled to keep his eyes off of his student assistant of the day. Why'd they have to be so… attractive?

“Okay class, Y/n will be passing out your worksheets. First to finish gets the rest of the period for free time. All of it has to be correct in order for you to get it.” Dean spoke to the class from his desk as he handed Y/n the papers he had printed out. Y/n passed them out, a few lingering glances from other students causing Dean’s blood to boil. He didn’t know why, but they were his to look at, no one else's. Dean’s jaw flexed and then he cleared his throat, Y/n passing him the extra papers and gave him a soft smile. Dean returned it with one slightly forced from his former jealous feeling. Y/n’s brow knit in confusion but sat down at one of the unoccupied desks in the front of the class and began to work on the homework from other classes. Dean’s eyes lingered on the way their hair fell in front of their face-, “Sir i finished the worksheet” a student spoke as they stood in front of his view of y/n, taking the sheet of paper and looked over it quickly, annoyed that he couldn’t see them. “Jack is the first one to finish, his answers are all right, he gets to spend the rest of the period doing as he pleases. Just don't bother the class. Got it?” Dean spoke with that one bitch face he's had since he was a kid.

The bell for class rang once it was over. It was lunch and Y/n was getting ready to leave when Dean’s arm grabbed their elbow softly, “Y/n, I need to speak with you.” He spoke with a slight concealed desire in his eyes. Their eyes knit together, slightly confused but nodded, “Alright, Sir.” They spoke softly as they sat in front of his desk, folding their hands together over their lap. Dean's eyes trailed down to their thighs, imagining how it would feel for his hands to be gripping them as they were on top of him, whimpering, begging for more. Dean snapped out of it and glanced back at their face. “I need to talk to you before you leave for lunch, and don’t worry. Doors locked.” Dean said with a boyish smirk. He scooted his chair back, his hands intertwined together over the tent in his pants. “Sit up on the desk, pretty thing?” Dean said with a gesture to his desk. Their reaction? Priceless. The widened eyes and flushed cheeks, parted lips Dean wanted to kiss so badly, but they slowly nodded, standing up, walked around the desk and sat up on the desk, pressing their thighs together. “Baby, don't be shy. I don't bite too hard.” Dean smirked, pulling his chair closer to the desk, resting his hands on the sides of their knees, caressing it like he was rubbing sore skin. “O-Okay, Professor.” They spoke with a soft stutter, hesitating before letting their legs part. “Good baby, Aren’t you?” Dean said slightly breathless as he softly and slowly kissed each of his students' knees, keeping eye contact. They slightly whimpered. They were 20 and still hadn’t slept around, still so innocent. An innocent little doll that was his for the taking? Their hands landed on his shoulders, gasping softly as his hands slowly slid up their sides, “shh, baby. Got to be quiet f’me” Dean muttered as he sat up. Resting his head in the crook of their neck as his hands slowly slid up their shirt, caressing what he could under their shirt-

Girl part:

His hands slid up to their breasts caressing the curves of the muscle, sliding around to their back, unclipping their bra and letting his hands touch the warm skin, smirking at the shiver that went through their spine, “Feel good, baby?”, they nodded, arching their back to push their breasts into his hands, his thumb rubbing circles against their nipples, causing it to harden. He chuckled, “So innocent, never been touched like you deserve.” Dean spoke teasingly as he slowly slid the shirt off of them, letting it fall to the floor, taking their nipple into his mouth, tongue softly sucking on it, his other hand toying with the opposite breast, pinching and caressing it with his thumb and fore finger. Y/n whined as their hands went to his hair, tugging at the roots, “S-sir!” they yelped when he bit their nipple, Dean pulled away looking up at them while his hands softly caressed their breasts. “Yes, baby?” Dean spoke with a soft tone.

“Need you, please?” They whined. Dean hummed softly, slowly his hands slid down from their breasts down to the waistband of their bottoms, slowly dipping his fingers in, only to about 3 inches, teasing the skin, causing them to whine. “Sir..” They huffed softly. Dean undid their bottoms, sliding them off, along with their underwear. Fingers softly sliding over their heat, collecting the arousal on his middle and ring finger, pulling away to lick his fingers clean, groaning at the way it tasted, sour. Not sweet like other girls. Dean slowly slid down onto his knees. Their eyes widened, “W-What are you doing?” They asked, stunned by what he was doing. “Giving you everything you’ve missed out on, my dear.” Dean said softly as he kissed up their thigh, softly kissing their clit, gasping a quick intake of air from their mouth. Licking a long stripe down their folds, groaning softly as the taste grew even more addicting when it was seemingly fresh. Dean nudged his nose against their clit as he slowly began to slide his tongue into their entrance. They moaned, gripping his hair, closing their thighs around his head. Dean's hands reached up, gripping their thighs, pulling them apart so he wouldn't suffocate, not yet and not now. Later.

Deans slurps slowly filled the room, he felt their walls enclose on his tongue, knowing they’d soon enough, deans tongue slid out of their entrance, paying more attention to their clit as he circled it with his tongue, nipping at it softly, causing a yelp and another tug on his hair as he kept devouring them with his mouth. Their legs began to shake, Dean’s nails dug into their thighs. “So fucking good baby” Dean said, parting his lips from the delicous nectar that is Y/n’s. Dean was absolutely pussy drunk, but he needed to feel them around his cock. He leaned up and softly kissed them. They moaned into the kiss, tasing themself on his tongue, their hands still in his hair, dean parted and licked his lips of any of their juices leftover, slowly unbuckling his jeans. Their attention immediately brought down to his jeans, watching as he pulled his cock out, their eyes widening, “Thats, How is that gonna fit?” They spoke softly. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle.” Dean said softly and began to slowly stroke his cock, stepping forward and collecting their juices on his tip, looking at them as he slowly pushed in, groaning at how tight they were, but noticed them slowly loosening. “You okay baby doll?” Dean spoke softly, letting them adjust to the stretch as he looked at them.

“N’yeah.” they mewled as their hands went behind his back, urging him closer, “You can move now.” They spoke softly. Dean obeyed, slowly moving himself deeper, then began to slowly and softly thrust into them. Grunting softly as he tried to keep up the strong top facade, but let out a soft whimper as he moved inside of them. “Faster, fuck, Sir.” They whined as they scratched at his back, leaving red marks behind. Dean obeyed, moving faster, softly whimpering again, “Fuck, your just, so tight, babydoll.” Dean grunted as he suddenly bucked, causing them both to moan. “Dean, right there, harder, faster, please, fuck” They moaned as their eyes shut tightly. Dean went like how they asked, whimpering as he felt himself twitch inside them, he was close. He felt them clench around his cock, dean almost came right then, but he kept holding back. Their moans turned into whines as they finally went over the edge and orgasmed, Dean helping them chase it before pulling out and coming on their leg.

[batcavescolony]

S2 E20 Supernatural

Watch supernatural you said, it's great you said. You know what screw you all! Dean getting caught by the Jinn and his wish is his Mom never dying? Their is so much good, he had a girlfriend, a house, Jess was still alive. But it came with consequences, Dean and Sam don't have a relationship cus they have nothing in common, John is still dead, and all the people they saved are dead. The way Dean sucked at mowing the lawn cus he never had a lawn before, how he looked at all the pictures of graduations, them at home and his dad playing baseball? How he looked at Mary? How he went to John's grave and asked 'why them' why can't they have peace. And then he gave it all up cus he knew it wasn't real. This one hurt.