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[roonyxx]

Healing Love: Part 3

Summary: You have a normal life as a nurse, and you are content with it. But then a storm called Dean Winchester rolls into it and you get swept away by his charms. But secrets linger and threaten to drown you both.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!nurse!reader

Word count: 2935

Chapter warnings: angst, wounds and medical stuff (i am no professional and have no idea what the real treatments are), smut, fluff.

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“On three,” you say as you swing his arm over your shoulders, “one, two, three.” You tug him to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

You tried your best to not hurt him while tugging him up but he hisses anyway.

“Sorry Dean.” You say.

It’s been a week since his accident and you have visited the bunker every day since. He needed a lot of assistance. He can walk but not far and not without support.

Sam has been helping him go to the toilets, he can manage all that himself, which is a good start.

But he still needs to shower. You have been cleaning his wound every day when necessary.

He hasn’t wanted to shower yet… you offered him plenty of times but he always refused, now it’s getting to the point where he has no choice.

“You have to shower today, Dean.” You tell him as you sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

He sighs and wraps an arm around your waist.

“I know.” He says.

You and him have become closer in the last week. You did a lot of calm kissing that more often than not almost evolved to more, but with Dean being in so much pain it is impossible to do more.

You can sense he is sexually frustrated. He certainly is not alone….

Seeing his body every day, touching his freckled skin every day… It’s hard.

But you don’t want to hurt him, so you keep it to calm kissing.

For now.

You know you should keep your distances because he’s a hunter and you’re a witch, but he’s just so irresistible. He’s so kind and charming and perfect and handsome…

“I can’t even stand for five minutes, how will it even work.” He sigh.

You can hear and see he is feeling a little defeated today, which is normal. Dean is a very independent guy who in his everyday life barely asks for help. For him to have to ask for everything, not able to stand up on his own his hard on him.

You can see his struggle. It’s not uncommon in people healing from big injuries like his.

“I already put a chair inside the shower, you can sit and I’ll help you wash.” You tell him softly, your hand stroking his thigh in a comforting manner.

“You will help me wash? I think you just wanna see me naked.” He grins at you.

You chuckle at his flirt, “You’re right, I do wanna see you naked.” You wiggle your eyebrows back at him. “Unless you’re more comfortable with Sam helping you out?”

You do not want him to be uncomfortable, so you give him the option to choose.

“No, no. I don’t want Sam to see me like that.” He says quickly. “And you’re the professional anyways.”

“Okay, yes, true. I wash people all day at work. I really don’t mind.” You smile at him.

“You also wash guys? Like… your age? Handsome guys?” He asks in a somewhat unsure voice.

“I mean, I don’t really take into account if they’re handsome or not, but I’m sure I have washed handsome men before. Why?”

“No, no reason.” He shrugs and you see it in the glint of his eyes.

Is he… jealous?

It makes you smile.

“Are you jealous, Dean?”

“What! No, no I’m not.” He says it with a grunt, making it very unbelievable.

“Oh my god, you totally are jealous!” You say with a big smile.

The smile soon fades when you see him looking at his hands in his lap.

“Dean…” you cup his cheek and wait for his eyes to meet yours, “The only man I want to undress is you. The others is because it is my job.”

His eyes flick over your face, settling on your lips. You smile and lean in to kiss him.

His hand comes up to cup your face while kissing you deeper, moaning into your mouth, his other hand grabs your thigh and squeezes it firmly.

Your eyes roll back in your head at his firm grip, your legs spread almost on instinct.

You feel him smile against your lips as his hand moves higher to rest at the apex of your thigh.

You are so happy you put on leggings this morning, the thin fabric allowing you to feel his hand cupping your core. You groan loudly and roll your hips in his hand.

“D-Dean.” You moan against his lips.

His fingers press harder into you, his kiss turning sloppy.

“You drive me crazy, Y/n.” He groans against your lips while rubbing your core through your pants.

Your panties and pants are growing slick with arousal from his touch, it urges you on to roll harder against his hand.

“Y-yes Dean o-oh my god-“ You throw your head back as he finds your clit through the thin layers of fabric, his fingers pressing into that tight bundle of nerves, making you gasp loudly.

“Yes sweetheart just like that-“ His sentence ends on a sharp hiss and it is like a bucket of ice poured over your head.

You look at him and sees he tried to turn more towards you and it probably tugged on his wound. His hand is holding his tummy firmly.

You curse yourself for getting lost in lust and gently take his hand away to check his injury. There are red spots on the bandage, you start to take it off and see the damage.

“Shit… you ripped a few stitches.” You sigh, this is why only calm kissing is allowed.

You grab everything you need and sit on your knees on the floor between his legs, threading your needle.

“It will take just a second.” You look up at him.

His eyes are nearly black with lust, his pupils blown wide. The very obvious bulge in his sweats is also very noticeable and it makes you clench your thighs.

You were so close to coming….

“Sorry.” He mutters, a blush creeping over his face, clearly he feels embarrassed that he’s hard for you.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say and start restitching. A soft smile on your face, you already know a way to help him out with his frustrations.

You finish your stitching, his cock no longer hard because he flinched every time the needle pierced his skin.

“Let’s get you in the shower, okay?” You come next to him and put his arm over your shoulders.

“Yes.” He answers and with another short countdown you two stand up.

You support most of his weight as you walk to the bathroom, when entering the chair is where you left it in the shower. As carefully as you can you lower him in the chair.

“There, all comfy?” You ask.

He nods.

You smile at him and come closer.

“I want you naked, Dean.” You smile even wider.

“This wasn’t how I imaged to be naked with you.” He mutters.

He’s feeling embarrassed.

But you have a solution for that.

“Maybe not but still,” you grab the edge of your shirt and take it off over your head, leaving your black lacy bra on, for now. “we can have fun.” You smile.

You think his eyes might fall out of his head with how wide they are.

“Y-you, why are you undressing? Not that I am complaining.”  A little of that cocky grin is coming back on his face.

“Because I don’t want my clothes to get wet, and well, I could use a shower too.” You dip your thumbs into your waistband and shimmy your leggings down your legs, throwing the item behind you.

“Oh-oh wow.” He breathes as he takes in your matching black lace panties, his eyes are roaming over every inch and the bulge in his pants is slowly growing again.

It makes you clench your thighs.

“Can I undress you now?” You ask, coming to stand between his legs.

He nods and you tug off his shirt. You saw his torso many times these last days but every inch of skin revealed to you is exciting.

You bend down, making sure your boobs are at eye level as you grab his waist band, you lean in and kiss his neck.

“Lift your hips for me, Dean.” You whisper against his skin.

He does as you say and you take off his underwear and pants, a slight slap filling the shower when his cock springs free and hits his tummy.

You toss his pants away and look at all of him, all his naked glory.

Fuck… his cock is so hard, and red and leaking precum. His hand moves to grab himself by the base and squeezes, making another drop of precum roll down his tip.

You nearly whimper at the sight.

You stand between his legs, turning around so your back is towards him. Taking the edge of your panties you bend down and take them off, giving Dean a full view of your glistening, soaked pussy.

You’re rewarded with a deep groan behind you and a muttered 'fuck'.

You turn back to face him and take off your bra, slinging it away.

He licks his lips as he takes all of you in.

You lean over him, effectively putting your boobs in his face as you turn on the shower, immediate hot water cascading down over you two.

His lips attack your nipples, kissing and sucking on them. A moan falling from your lips.

His hands wrap around your thighs, grabbing them eagerly.

You grab his soaps and take a little step back, his lips try to chase your boobies but you push him back by the shoulder.

His chest is heaving with every breath, taking the soap in your hands you start to lather them up and begin washing his skin.

You’re thorough in what you do, his neck, his broad shoulders, his pecks, back and sides, then very carefully around his wound and checking that the water resistant bandage is still intact.

Then you wash his feet, his calves, his thighs.

His balls. Looking up through your wet lashes you watch his face as you firmly massage his balls.

“Y-Y/n.” he whimpers, his legs spreading wider.

You sit down on your knees between his spread legs and grab the base of his cock. Looking in his eyes you bend and lick the tip of his cock, your tongue dipping in that oh so sensitive slit.

“Fff-fuck.” He groans and his hands tighten on the arm rests of the chair.

You smile wickledly and lick up under his shaft, from base to tip to then take as much as you can of him in your mouth.

His tip brushes the back of your throat and you gag around him, making him moan harder. The part of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth you grab in your hand.

Your other hand still firmly massaging his balls. You start sucking him deeply, bobbing your head up and down.

“F-fuck Y/n yes, yes yes yes, j-just like that.” He pants, one of his hands slips in your hair and fists it tightly.

You moan loudly around him.

“I-Im gonna come.” He says and tries to tug you off of him. But you want his cum in your mouth, you need it to be inside, to swallow it.

“Y/n o-oh” he moans when he sees you want it, “fuck i- I’m-“

His balls tighten in yourhand and his cock starts to twitch in your mouth as he comes hard, his cum hitting the back of your throat and making you cough. You make sure to swallow it all down, your tongue rubbing the under side of his cock in your mouth to prolong his orgasm as much as possible.

“Y/N FUCK GRAH!” he screams loudly while filling you, his hand fisting your hair so hard it makes your eyes water.

You let go of his balls and push slightly on his thigh, the need for oxygen becoming urgent.

He lets your hair go and you sit up, taking in a big breath, coughing on the few drops of cum still coating your throat.

You take his half limp cock and lick him completely clean, then wash him gently with some soap.

“Y-you’re- you’re so fucking good.” He pants.

You smile and pass your soapy hands over his sensitive tip, enjoying the whimper you drag from him.

You stand up between his legs and begin washing yourself.

Dean is content watching you spread the foam all over your body, his hand coming up to rub at spots you clearly didn’t forget, but you let him.

Then you grab his shampoo and start massaging the soap into his scalp, his eyes fluttering with the sensation.

“Fuck this is so good.” He groan.

You’re so focused on washing his soft hair that you jump when you feel his fingers brushing your slick folds.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, while looking into your eyes with so much want you don’t have it in you to deny him.

“Yes Dean, but be careful, okay?”

He nods and his eyes dart down to look at your pussy, wet and swollen with desire for him.

You keep washing his hair, even when his deft fingers find your clit and start expertly rubbing it in tight circles.

“Y-yes.” You moan.

He turns his hand palm up and enters his middle and ring finger deep inside you. Your legs start trembling at how well his fingers fill you.

He crooks them so they rub perfectly against that sweet spot deep inside you while simultaneously rubbing his palm against your clit.

“F-fuck Dean- y-yes, don’t stop.” You moan and fist his hair, keeping his head away from you because you can sense he wants to kiss your body but that’s a movement that is no longer calm.

“You’re so fucking soaked for me sweetheart. Listen.” He starts to roughly vibrate his hand, filling the shower with the sound of your soaked pussy.

You moan loudly and clench his fingers so hard inside you that he mutters a curse. Your thighs start trembling, the days of edging on finally coming to their conclusion.

“Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean DEAN.” You chant on repeat as you near that edge, following his rhythm and focusing on his finger you feel yourself comping apart at the edges.

“DEAN YES!” You scream as you fall apart around his fingers, your legs tremble violently, and your thighs clench his hand in place as you come so hard around him.

You use the back of the chair as a support to lean on, you’re panting so hard and lean down to kiss him sloppily.

“O-oh my god, Dean…” You say as you unclench his hand and let it go from the prison of your thighs.

He smiles proudly and looks in your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.” He says and kisses you again.

You moan in his mouth but turns to a loud gasp as the water of the shower suddenly turns cold. You hurry to turn it off.

“Fuck.” You laugh, now definitely cooled down. Luckily Dean is laughing too, and no ripped stitches this time.

“Let’s get dry and warmed up.” You smile and help Dean get back into his room where you both cuddle in his bed and eventually fall asleep.

You get awoken by your ringtone going of in the middle of the night. Quinn jumps up and off your bed as he too got roughly awoken by it.

“Shit” you grunt and pick up, “yeah?”

“Y/n? You need to come, it’s Dean, he-he’s not waking up, there’s a lot of blood please- I-“ a sob breaks Sam’s sentence and you’re already flying to grab your keys of your car.

“Keep pressure, I’m coming.”

You stay on the phone with Sam in the car and ask him the routine questions, trying to be calm yourself, it doesn’t look good for Dean…

You reach the bunker and run inside straight to his room.

Looking inside freezes you.

There is too much blood, he's so pale…

“Move!” you scream and push Sam, not ignoring the strong call of your magic you throw the gates inside you open and let it fill your veins.

You hear Sam gasp as your entire body lights up golden and your hair starts floating around you.

It takes all your focus to redirect the mass of magic towards Dean, it feels like guiding an ocean where to go.

But you manage and with all your strength you pour the magic inside Dean. Your arms start to tremble from the strain, but you need to keep going because- because-

His heart is not beating…

You push more magic into him, sweat dripping down your face and your feet leave the ground as you start floating.

All the blood that soaked into his mattress is retracting back into his body, it is like someone pushed the reverse button and all the damage to his body is reversing.

His blood returns to his veins, his cells regenerate themselves, his organs begin working again, his body temperature rises.

And his heart starts beating again.

Dean sits up with a big, sharp inhale and looks at you.

You turn to see his open eyes, his face back with color.

And you see his face filled with shock as he takes you in, glowing and floating next to his bed.

You shut the gates deep inside you shut and cut off the magic, the light inside you shuts of like a lamp and you drop to your knees, completely exhausted.

“Dean!” Sam runs to his brother and hugs him so tight, his shoulders shaking with held back sobs.

But Dean’s eyes don’t leave yours. He’s staring at you in shock and something else…

Betrayal.

“What are you.”

Forever Tags 2024: @jay-and-dean @flamencodiva @snowlovespie @awkward-and-indecisive @hobby27 @kazsrm67 @foxyjwls007

Dean tags 2024: @akshi8278 @pink-sparkly-witch @verytoadpapersoul @eevvvaa @muhahaha303 @alwaystiredandconfused @deansimpalababy @globetrotter28 @aylacavebear

Healing Love tags: @deans-spinster-witch @kr804573 @suckitands33 @bitchykittenconnoisseur @brightlilith @snowayumi @ailalovegood

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[jay-and-dean]

is roonyx not on tumblr anymore or does she have a new blog?

Hey there, roonyxx is still here ! She lost her blog 2 years ago and had to build it from scratch again :(

Here she is : @roonyxx

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[holylulusworld]

hi. i think youre the writer i know with the more follower thats crazy and so cool and you deserve to be in libraries

i wanted to know as you know a lot of people, who are the kindest writers u know? and the more talented? the ones who deserve to be in libraries with u i would like to follow them

i really love all your marvel and supernatural fanfictions have a good day and summer and life

Thank you so much, lovely.I’m honored. Of course I can name you some authors for SPN and Marvel.

SPN

@jay-and-dean She writes mostly for Dean, but if she writes for Sam, it’s great. Her stories are heartfelt. You can feel the emotions behind every word. Jay loves Dean as much as I do, that’s the reason her stories feel “real”.

@roonyxx She writes mostly for Dean. Her stories are fluffy, angsty and soft. I still need to catch up with her high school AU. Roonyx has a few collab fics with Jay. You should check them out.

@flamencodiva She mostly writes for Dean. You can find great reader insert stories just like original characters in her stories. I highly recommend to check out her original stories.

@cockslut-padalecki You want the smut. You want the naughty stuff? Check her block out. Her stories are wild, angsty and smutty. You can find Marvel and SPN stories on her blog.

@negans-lucille-tblr Check her blog out. One of my fav dom!Dean stories comes from Bee. It’s called ‘His Property’ (check the sequels out too). Bee made me read my first dark!fic. It’s called Hellfire (but please head the warnings.)

@saxxxology This is one of the first Sam blogs I followed after joining Tumblr. Her stories are unique and you will get lost in them. If you want Sam, look at her blog. (And the smut, don’t forget the smut!)

@thecleverdame This is the second Sam blog I followed after joining Tumblr. It seems she’s not active lately but there are so many unique stories to explore you’ll never get bored. (I love her Alpha!Sam)

@supersleepygoat I miss her. I don’t know why she never came back to Tumblr but I didn’t want to miss to share her work. The angst will hit you like a train. (I came for the angst, and stayed for the angst.)

@kittenofdoomage I think her blog was one of the first SPN fic blogs I found when I joined Tumblr. Her stories are mainly on A03 now but you should check her work out. Her Mafia AU’s are better than any book. I admire her work.

@smol-and-grumpy Another wonderful SPN writer. Her work is original and you should definetly check her blog. I’m currently reading ‘Legally yours’ and I’m already in love with the series.

@luci-in-trenchcoats Dozens of fics are waiting for you on this blog. You can find Dean, Sam, Jensen etc. Her masterlist is on my ‘to-read’ list.

@firefly-in-darkness You can find amazing stories for SPN and Marvel on her blog.

God, I know I’m forgetting half of the people I follow but these came to my mind.

Here are more blogs for SPN with great stories:

I’d like to write more for every author but it’s too hot over here to continue.

@covered-byroses, @jawritter, @impala-dreamer, @winchest09, @acreativelydifferentlove, @becs-bunker, @mummybear, @waywardrose13, @georgialouisea, @there-must-be-a-lock, @angelkurenai, @glazedhoneywriting, @bamby0304, @crispychrissy, @our-jensen-ackles-love, @soaringeag1e, @squirrel-moose-winchester, @crashdevlin, @allys-creative-bubble, @myinconnelly1, @sofreddie, @msmarvelouswinchester, @chocolateheart, @waywardbaby, @janicho88, @moosekateer13, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @heloisedaphnebrightmore, @herstarburststories, @jensengirl83, @coffee-obsessed-writer, @talesmaniac89, @superfanficnatural, @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Marvel

@shreddedparchment If you love Thor you should check her blog out. She writes for other characters too.

@simsadventures She writes for SPN too. Every story is unique.

@angrythingstarlight You must check this blog out.

@syntheticavenger, @punani, @tropicalcap, @avintagekiss24, @babyboibucky,  @sinner-as-saint, @nsfwsebbie, @imaginedreamwrite, @world-of-aus, @donutloverxo, @sapphirescrolls, @caplanbuckybarnes, @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @buckyskorpion, @buckys-darling, @brooklyn-boy, @buckysknifecollection, @champangebucky, @kentuckybarnes, @nastybuckybarnes, @playbucky, @waiting4inspiration, @jobean12-blog

Damn, I follow so many blogs but my brain is blank now.

You can always check my blog for more authors. Use ‘fic recommendation’ or ‘Lulu reads’.

Or, if you want to, you can check my sideblog for masterlists of authors I follow: Lulureads

I don’t know if you like Henry Cavill and his characters but if you do, you should check @littlefreya blog out too.

I will add more authors when I find the time to go through my list or my brain decides to remember all the great people I follow.

Please feel free to reblog the list and add more people. Let’s appreciate all the creative minds out there.

[roonyxx]

The Heartless Huntress

Summary: After a storm hits, Y/n and Dean are forced to sleep in the Impala. Y/n has a dark past and Dean wants to know more about it, will she tell him about the darkest part of her life? 

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, mention of suicidal behavior, mentions of death.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Wordcount: 1776

A/N:  This was written for @libre1rose8​ 300 followers celebration! Congrats sweetie!! I had the prompt “I don’t have a heart anymore”, the place i had was the impala and my object was coffee! This fic is entirely in Dean POV. I hope you like it :)

(All mistakes are mine, i only proofread with half a brain so lol)

A/N 2: The text divider is from the very talented @talesmaniac89​​

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Dean POV

With my jacket pulled high over my head I run back to the Impala. It’s raining so hard that even the short trip to the gas station for some coffee has me soaked.

I quickly open the front door and get in the safe, warm and dry interior of my Baby.

“What shit weather!” I grunt as I chuck off my jacket and let it drop to the passenger side floorboard. I don’t want the leather seat to get wet.

“I got your latte, sweetheart” I say to Y/n and reach the cup over the front seat to where she is laying sideways on the back seat.

“Thank you De” she gives me that sweet smile that makes my heart beat faster.

“I’m sorry again for this” I mention to how we are both laying in the car.

Y/n has her back against the door and uses her jacket as a pillow between her back and the side. On top of her she has a blanket. The radio is softly playing making it a cozy cocoon that shelters us from the horrible weather. I reach for my blanket that I pull over myself and put my arm on the backrest of the front bench.

“It’s not your fault a storm decided to hit, making everyone pull over and rent motel rooms. I prefer Hotel Winchester anyways” she smiles and strokes her hand along the leather of the seat.

“With coffee and breakfast included!” I chuckle.

Y/n and I have been friends for five years. She moved into the bunker three years ago. She’s a little quieter and shyer then a usual hunter, but it’s one of the things I love about her.

Despite knowing her so long, I don’t know a lot about her. She keeps everything pretty close to her chest. I have no idea how she became a hunter. Only that she, like me, started at a very young age. I have tried to make her open up a little but she always manages a way around it.

She’s a lot like me. She keeps everything bottled up, always wearing a mask that says ‘I’m fine’. I have found her blacked out in the kitchen from whiskey more then five times. I tell her she can talk to me but she says it doesn’t matter. Like she doesn’t matter…

She does to me, she’s one of the most understanding people in my life. I can tell her everything and she will listen and comfort me when needed. She will never tell me to man up or to stop whining. I don’t have to be strong with her. I can just be me.

I want her to be herself with me too. I want her to know she doesn’t have to hide behind that mask for me. I wanna see all of her and I wanna tell her that I love all of her, despite what she has lived through.

Because Y/n, she’s the one for me. She’s the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen with her Y/E/C and her Y/H/C hair that I wanna run my fingers through.

But I never told her, too scared to ruin what we have. Too scared that I will lose her…

“You’re giving me that look again Dean” her sweet voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry what?” I shake my head and try to remember what she just said.

“You’re staring at me again, in that weird way”

“Oh, sorry I was just thinking” I feel my ears burn hot, like I got caught trying to steal a cookie from the jar.

“Don’t hurt yourself” she chuckles before she continues “Thinking about?” she asks me.

“About” I have to think of something to say that won’t freak her out “the first time we met” it’s not a complete lie…

“Oh yes, it’s been a while right? Five years now?” she wonders “I was so reckless” she scoffs to herself. Like the memory of that time embarrasses her.

“You were” I say, remembering the way she was tied to that chair in the middle of a vamp nest.

“Playing bait without back up is a suicide mission.”

“Hey, I knew what I was doing!” she defends herself. But I caught that dark glimpse in her eyes.

I’ve seen it a few times in her eyes. It gives me shivers when I see it. I want to know what it means.

“Were you, really?” I keep the playful tone out of my voice, an invitation to dive deeper into her feelings if she wants to talk about it.

She sighs deep and tears her gaze away from mine to look at her coffee cup. Her fingers playing with the white top lid.

“I was like… forty precent sure that I could get out” she starts “If you and Sam hadn’t showed up…”

My heart clenches painfully in my chest and my stomach turns. So my suspicion all these years was true. She wasn’t actually trying to stay alive…

“Why would you do that?” I breathe out. Still shocked at her confession. It’s the first time she opens up and I hope she won’t deflect me.

“I was tired” her bottom lip starts to quiver. It takes everything in me to not reach over and still it with my thumb.

“I was so lonely” she continues “I had been hunting alone for eight years. I barely felt human” a tear rolls down her cheek while her fingers continue toying with the cup. “Eight years of nothing but disgusting motels, death and whiskey”

“Why didn’t you find a partner? So you weren’t alone anymore?” I asked her.

“Do you know the story of that hunter” her eyes look up at me, and I freeze. Her eyes are so cold, void of emotion “Timothy was his name”

I shake my head ‘no’. There are so many hunter stories, some are true, others are not, some are a little in between. It’s not a reliable source.

“He and his partner were hunting a wendigo” she takes a deep breath before she continues “they had been tracking the thing for seven days until they found it, deep in the woods, hiding in a cave”

I wanna reach over and take her hand, to let her know I’m there for her. But I’m afraid she will stop when I do. So I don’t move.

“They fought hard and were able to kill it, but Timothy was hurt bad, there was no way he could make it out of the woods” she swallows hard “So his partner put him down, like a dog, not even trying to help him.”

My breath gets caught in my throat, because I do remember the story. I heard it years ago, in the roadhouse from Ash.

“The heartless huntress” I say in the eerie silence that fills the car, “I heard this story before”

“Many did” she sighs “That was me”

“What?” I say dumbfounded. It couldn’t be, Y/n wasn’t super good with people but she would never kill someone…

“I put him down like a dog” she looks ahead of her now, gazing at nothing “No one seemed to care to mention that I dragged him two days through the woods, that I tried s-so hard” her voice breaks as a sob burst through “so hard to save him. That he begged me to kill him but I couldn’t because I-“ another sob and she puts her face in her hands.

“I-I loved him”

I can feel the tears running down my face, I can’t image what she has been through. Imagining if it was me and her, and I had to kill her… I wouldn’t be able to do it.

“Y/n… I am so sorry” I couldn’t think of anything better to say, no words were able to soothe that kind of pain. Not ever.

“Ever since then, no one wanted to hunt with me, because I don’t have a heart anymore.” She sighs “Not that I wanted a partner. I swore I would never have another partner ever again”

She lifts her head and looks at me.

“Until I met you” a little smile forms on her tear streaked face “You made me see the light again. You filled that deep dark hole inside me, you gave me a family and a home. You gave me a life”

I get up and move over the front seat. She doesn’t object when I move in behind her, positioning her between my legs. She turns over and snuggles in my chest as I wrap my arms around her.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that” I mutter against her hair. Placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I know I don’t say a lot about myself. I was just so scared you and Sam would figure out it’s me. That I’m the heartless hunter and that you would kick me out.” she sniffles in my chest.

“We would never do that, you’re our family sweetheart” I cup her cheek to be able to look in her eyes “I- We love you” I say with a trembling voice. I almost let it slip.

I couldn’t… she might still love him. I don’t want to drop my feelings on her if she isn’t ready.

She’s looking at me, with her beautiful Y/e/c eyes.

“I know you love me” she whispers, her face is so close to mine that I can feel her breath fanning over my skin.

“W-what?” how does she know? Am I this obvious?

“Sam let it slip once… and you stare a lot” she says with a little chuckle.

“Oh…” great, so she knows my feelings… I feel my face heat up from embarrassment . “Y-yeah…”

She moves a little more up and presses her lips to mine in the most shy and innocent way. Carefully I kiss her back, my arms wrapping tighter around her.

She breaks the kiss before it gets too heated and a single strand of salvia is what keeps us connected before she licks her plumb lips.

“I love you too Dean” she whispers as her eyes flick up to mine. “You gave me my heart back”

I smile and push some loose strands of hair behind her ear and kiss her gently again.

“You own my heart” I whisper against her lips.

I pull the blanket higher and hold her close while stroking her back. We share more sweet gentle kisses and mutter loving words to each other, eventually we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Feedback is my fuel or buy me a coffee :D

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

@roonyx Hell yes!! I'd be sure to practice on that instrument EVERY DAY! 😁😠

[jay-and-dean]

Announcement

So I had this idea of a story in mind for like... 5 years ? But I never wrote it because I didn’t know how to handle it’s angst, how to build it or even make it interesting... But I loved it and it was turning constantly in my head.

Then I talked to @roonyxx about it. And boy, why didn’t I do before ?

She plugged her brain with mine like she does so easily and gave my story a sense, a goal, a life. And she actually made me want to finally write it. It was just so natural that I asked her to do it with me.

So yeah, here it comes ! A new collaboration with both our names. 

And this one is a little special you’ll see : It will take place a lot in Hell, yes in Hell, and between season 4 and 15 ! Be ready to see your favorite Demons again, be ready for hurt!Dean and for slow burn. 

I really hope you will like it ! 

The first chapter will be edited Saturday, and we will try to edit every week.

Oh and the story is called FIREFLY.

For those who wonder what a collab between Roonyx and me can look like, you can read our first collab : 

Same 

I can’t wait to share this one with you <3

Jay

[jay-and-dean]

Hey! So I wanted to ask this question to a lot of writers. When we readers are binge reading your masterlist, do you think it's annoying when you constantly get notifications when we like those stories? I binge read a lot of masterlists, you, roonyx, Holy, massivelycreepypineapple, msmarvelouswinchester etc (many more, but my brain is a lil foggy rn). But I actually get very hesitant to like it. Like I don't wanna annoy them, you. How do you feel about this?

Hey you !

Okay I can’t talk for all those writers, or maybe a little for @roonyxx because we already talked about it. 

You can NEVER annoy me by showing me you like my work. NEVER.

I literally write for that (and the fact that I can’t help writing, but I mean, I edit for that). If people didn’t show any interest, I would stop publishing here, as simple as that.

Sometimes it’s hard to have 100 likes and 0 comment because we really crave for feedback, but it totally doesn’t mean people should like less. It just mean we would love even more (comments, reblogs, asks...)

When it comes to you, you always are so supportive and nice, really, don’t feel shy and never think it’s annoying, each note makes me smile, especially on stories I put my heart in. 

I invite you to binge like, comment, ask, everything you want on my page, and I’m pretty sure those writers feel the same.

All the love

Jay

[jay-and-dean]

so out of curiosity in part 3 of Same, will Dean still be stubborn or will he open the door just a bit? Or will he convince Y/N to go with AU Dean because he feels like he doesn't deserve her after pushing her away. I mean I feel like I can see the story going so many different ways you and Roonyx are doing an amazing job!

Hahaha ! I can't say much without @roonyxx.

What I can say is the end is already decided from the start. Roo and I have written the storyline in one night.

This story really has awesome influences because we are, I think, complementary.

Roo is like super fan of painful angst and she's the one that came up with some big reveal you're going to have 🤫

And I'm a huge fan of the connection between the characters. So, with no spoil, what I can say is all the connections and relationships will evolve 😉

I'm so glad you like this story because we really put our heart in it and we spend so much time discussing every details. We love it like our child, haha !

We work on it each time we have a moment but I'm going through some shit and Roo is going through finals, so it won't be this week, maybe next ? 🤷‍♀️ But we both looove working on it so, no worries, it will come.

@roonyxx, if you want to give more info on Deanie Bean's behavior. But you're cruel with readers so I can guess you'll just evil-laugh behind your screen... 😂

Thank you so much ! Much love

Jay

[holylulusworld]

Rereading this one atm. It's great and unique. If you haven't read it so far, you should!

The Raven: Part 1

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1600

Chapter warnings: none really for this chapter, maybe some language.

A/N:  This will be a series I wrote for @holylulusworld​ 15.555 spin the bottle followers celebration! My trope is Secret Crush!

The Raven Masterlist

My Masterlist

Dean Pov

I should have known that we can’t get one week without another bad guy waiting for us.

Well, bad woman this time.

“What’s her name again?” I ask Cas who just appeared in the bunker to tell us about a new threat to the world.

“We don’t know her real name, but they call her ‘The Raven’” Cas answerers.

“Not ominous at all…” I sigh.

“What is she?” Sam asks Cas.

“An ancient type of witch is what we suspect.”

“Suspect? So even Heaven doesn’t know this psycho chick ?”

“No, she has stayed under our radar for a long time, we have no record of her kind, or when she was born or where she came from. It is as if she didn’t exist before last week.” Cas says as he scans our bookshelf and pulls out an old book and starts leaving through it.

“And what exactly happened last week ?” I ask while I watch Sam and Cas look through the books they got spread out on the table.

“Nothing.” Cas says without looking up from the book.

“Nothing ?” I ask, hoping he will clear it up more.

“Heaven detected an immense blast of magic, it spread over the entire world.” He explains.

“That doesn’t sound like nothing. What happened?”

No, it sounds like we have another major problem on our hands. I get up to take a drink.

Another major being to take down…

When will they stop coming? Will the world ever be safe, what happens if Sam and I are gone. Will the world just end with the next threat?

I though that now we ended Chuck we would be safe, that we could even slow down a little, but it seems like this Raven, whoever she is, has other ideas.

“We don’t know, we can’t detect anything out of order, or any spells. None of the alarms are going off and there are no apocalyptic signs of any kind so theoretically, nothing happened.” Cas explains.

“Unless she hid it.” Sam says.

“Yes, that’s why I am asking for your help.” Cas looks up at me, “I know you wanted to slow down now that Chuck is gone. But we have never seen anything like this. She is powerful if her range can cover the entire Earth.”

I empty my glass and feel both Sam and Cas’s gaze on me. Weighing me down. The familiar weight on my shoulders feels even harder now.

With Chuck gone, so was the weight. For that short period of time I felt light and free.

But now it is back and it is twice as heavy. Maybe I’m just getting to old for this shit.

“It’s fine” I say, “What’s one more, right?”

“Not only did she cover the entire Earth” Sam starts “She also managed to cloak it from Heaven. I will call Rowena to ask if she noticed anything.”

“Right, you do that and Cas and I will try find this witch bitch.” I sit down with a sigh and open a book and start researching for this witch.

Sam takes out his phone and leaves the room to call Rowena. She might know this woman.

“So Cas, what do we know about her.”

“In the week we have known of her existence, Heaven has looked into it and found few witnesses of her.”

“Alright, hit me” I say while looking at the angel.

“She was last sighted in the black forest in Germany. A group of hikers saw a woman floating between the trees while chanting in a strange language.”

“Ah yes floating, not creepy at all. I guess she was speaking Latin.”

“Presumably yes”

“Presumably? You didn’t ask them.” I wonder.

“They are dead.”

“What?”

“They were found in the forest, their eyes picked out by some kind of bird.”

“How did you get their confession then?” Nothing he says makes sense.

“In Heaven, I went to them and asked, but no one in Heaven remembers their death fully, it’s to make it less horrible for them.”

“You could have lead with that… so she killed them because they saw her. How do you know she is called The Raven?”

“We found ancient texts about a witch called The Raven. All her victims have their eyes picked out by a bird. She kills anyone that ever witnessed her, so there isn’t a lot to go on.”

“If she kills everyone, how can there be texts about her?” I ask him.

“Somehow word about her spread through lore and bedtime stories to keep children out of the woods. Some people mentioned she sings in the dreams of those who did something wrong. Those who heard the song often died soon after.”

Cas takes an old codex out of his trench coat and opens it on a page with strange symbols and a drawing of a floating lady above the fire.

“Those who did something wrong? She is a vigilante?” Doesn’t the bad guy normally kill the good guys?

“They is no more description about how she chooses her victims. Only that their death is gruesome and marked by the empty eye sockets.”

I shudder when an image of two gaping holes in a head stare at me, flashes before my eyes. Freaking witches…

I look at the drawing of the woman on the old brown page.

She floating above the fire, her arms spread wide. A flock of ravens have tainted the sky black.

Her hair is long and her eyes…

They aren’t there. As if her own eyes have been picked out.

“What happened to her eyes ?” I ask Cas while touching the drawing.

When my finger tip connects to the paper I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. My whole body flares, ready for the fight or flight reaction.

And deep in my mind, all the way in the back, I feel a trinkle of something…

I snatch my hand back from the book.

“Dean?” Cas looks at me, obviously concerned. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” I feel as if my bones have been dipped into cold water. I slight rub my arm to get rid of the cold.

“Dean?” Cas asks again.

“Nothing, she just gives me the creeps, I hate witches.” I take a deep breath and notice my heart is raging with adrenaline.

She is bad, very very bad news…

“Guys…” Sam steps back inside and his eyes land on the drawing. “Rowena has heard of her.”

“And?” I ask.

“She says to stay away. She never saw or met the Raven but she knew of a Coven who wanted The Raven to be a part of them.”

“Let me guess, all dead?” I say sarcastically.

“Yes, they were tortured, spines extracted and their eyes were gone. Rowena said that among the witches she is known as the Queen of Death.”

“The Raven, Queen of Death. This lady just gets more fun and fun…” I rub my face in annoyance.

Where is the time we just hunted a shifter?

“She said that if we go after her, we’re dead meat walking.” Sam plops down in a chair, I notice he is a little pale.

“What else, Sam.” I ask, he is hiding something.

I can see it in the way he is avoiding eye contact, the ways his hands twitch and his shoulders are hunched.

“She said that if she cast a spell over the entire world, she might be raising an army against Heaven.”

“Against Heaven?” Cas pipes up. “Why”

“Rumors among the witches are going around that she did something. Something unacceptable, and that Heaven will punish her.”

Cas frowns. And it is so weird to see this sort of frown on him. Cas frowns a lot, when he doesn’t understand a reference or an emotion or anything basic human.

But this kind of frown, the one of the soldier that Cas is, the one who spends millennia on a battle field in Heaven.

The one that says he really has no idea what is going on in Heaven or what she did to Earth.

This one frightens me.

“We don’t know of anything that happened.” Cas starts pacing.

“What kind of army?” I ask Sam, seeing that he still isn’t looking at us, that means there is more.

“An army of the dead” he breathes out, “Every single corpse on this Earth will wake and walk under her command.”

“That’s over 107 billion people” Cas says.

“And it’s an army of the dead… they don’t need to sleep or eat or rest. They can go on forever.” I say.

“Exactly…” Sam sighs “This is worse than Chuck.” He says.

“I need to go back and prepare immediately.” Cas says, he sounds worried, which is rare for an angel with little emotions. “Tell me if you find anything new.”

He disappears before I can even suggest that we will not get involved in this. But do we have a choice? If we do nothing Earth will become a battle field…

“Guess our little holiday is over.”

“Yeah… Rowena said she would look into it as much as she can. But she won’t risk her life for it.” Sam runs his hand through his hair.

“Understandable, she has her hands full with Hell already.”

“Yeah” Sam takes the codex Cas left on the table and stares at the drawing. “Is this her?”

“Yes, a real beauty, isn’t she?”

He leans closer and touches the page. I look for any signs if he feels the same thing I felt when I touched it.

But he doesn’t shiver or snatch his hand back.

“I’ll read this one. You can look in the German part of our books. Rowena said she spend most of her time in the black forest.”

I get up and take those books.

“My favorite kind…”

“One more, Dean” Sam says to try encourage me.

“Yeah, one more.”

But what if this one is one too much…

[jay-and-dean]

Hun, you and @roonyx have such a brilliant story! Beautiful job loved!❤️❤️

Thank youuuu !

We do love it <3

Same

@roonyxx

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 1

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1600

Chapter warnings: none really for this chapter, maybe some language.

A/N:  This will be a series I wrote for @holylulusworld​ 15.555 spin the bottle followers celebration! My trope is Secret Crush!

The Raven Masterlist

My Masterlist

Dean Pov

I should have known that we can’t get one week without another bad guy waiting for us.

Well, bad woman this time.

“What’s her name again?” I ask Cas who just appeared in the bunker to tell us about a new threat to the world.

“We don’t know her real name, but they call her ‘The Raven’” Cas answerers.

“Not ominous at all…” I sigh.

“What is she?” Sam asks Cas.

“An ancient type of witch is what we suspect.”

“Suspect? So even Heaven doesn’t know this psycho chick ?”

“No, she has stayed under our radar for a long time, we have no record of her kind, or when she was born or where she came from. It is as if she didn’t exist before last week.” Cas says as he scans our bookshelf and pulls out an old book and starts leaving through it.

“And what exactly happened last week ?” I ask while I watch Sam and Cas look through the books they got spread out on the table.

“Nothing.” Cas says without looking up from the book.

“Nothing ?” I ask, hoping he will clear it up more.

“Heaven detected an immense blast of magic, it spread over the entire world.” He explains.

“That doesn’t sound like nothing. What happened?”

No, it sounds like we have another major problem on our hands. I get up to take a drink.

Another major being to take down…

When will they stop coming? Will the world ever be safe, what happens if Sam and I are gone. Will the world just end with the next threat?

I though that now we ended Chuck we would be safe, that we could even slow down a little, but it seems like this Raven, whoever she is, has other ideas.

“We don’t know, we can’t detect anything out of order, or any spells. None of the alarms are going off and there are no apocalyptic signs of any kind so theoretically, nothing happened.” Cas explains.

“Unless she hid it.” Sam says.

“Yes, that’s why I am asking for your help.” Cas looks up at me, “I know you wanted to slow down now that Chuck is gone. But we have never seen anything like this. She is powerful if her range can cover the entire Earth.”

I empty my glass and feel both Sam and Cas’s gaze on me. Weighing me down. The familiar weight on my shoulders feels even harder now.

With Chuck gone, so was the weight. For that short period of time I felt light and free.

But now it is back and it is twice as heavy. Maybe I’m just getting to old for this shit.

“It’s fine” I say, “What’s one more, right?”

“Not only did she cover the entire Earth” Sam starts “She also managed to cloak it from Heaven. I will call Rowena to ask if she noticed anything.”

“Right, you do that and Cas and I will try find this witch bitch.” I sit down with a sigh and open a book and start researching for this witch.

Sam takes out his phone and leaves the room to call Rowena. She might know this woman.

“So Cas, what do we know about her.”

“In the week we have known of her existence, Heaven has looked into it and found few witnesses of her.”

“Alright, hit me” I say while looking at the angel.

“She was last sighted in the black forest in Germany. A group of hikers saw a woman floating between the trees while chanting in a strange language.”

“Ah yes floating, not creepy at all. I guess she was speaking Latin.”

“Presumably yes”

“Presumably? You didn’t ask them.” I wonder.

“They are dead.”

“What?”

“They were found in the forest, their eyes picked out by some kind of bird.”

“How did you get their confession then?” Nothing he says makes sense.

“In Heaven, I went to them and asked, but no one in Heaven remembers their death fully, it’s to make it less horrible for them.”

“You could have lead with that… so she killed them because they saw her. How do you know she is called The Raven?”

“We found ancient texts about a witch called The Raven. All her victims have their eyes picked out by a bird. She kills anyone that ever witnessed her, so there isn’t a lot to go on.”

“If she kills everyone, how can there be texts about her?” I ask him.

“Somehow word about her spread through lore and bedtime stories to keep children out of the woods. Some people mentioned she sings in the dreams of those who did something wrong. Those who heard the song often died soon after.”

Cas takes an old codex out of his trench coat and opens it on a page with strange symbols and a drawing of a floating lady above the fire.

“Those who did something wrong? She is a vigilante?” Doesn’t the bad guy normally kill the good guys?

“They is no more description about how she chooses her victims. Only that their death is gruesome and marked by the empty eye sockets.”

I shudder when an image of two gaping holes in a head stare at me, flashes before my eyes. Freaking witches…

I look at the drawing of the woman on the old brown page.

She floating above the fire, her arms spread wide. A flock of ravens have tainted the sky black.

Her hair is long and her eyes…

They aren’t there. As if her own eyes have been picked out.

“What happened to her eyes ?” I ask Cas while touching the drawing.

When my finger tip connects to the paper I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. My whole body flares, ready for the fight or flight reaction.

And deep in my mind, all the way in the back, I feel a trinkle of something…

I snatch my hand back from the book.

“Dean?” Cas looks at me, obviously concerned. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” I feel as if my bones have been dipped into cold water. I slight rub my arm to get rid of the cold.

“Dean?” Cas asks again.

“Nothing, she just gives me the creeps, I hate witches.” I take a deep breath and notice my heart is raging with adrenaline.

She is bad, very very bad news…

“Guys…” Sam steps back inside and his eyes land on the drawing. “Rowena has heard of her.”

“And?” I ask.

“She says to stay away. She never saw or met the Raven but she knew of a Coven who wanted The Raven to be a part of them.”

“Let me guess, all dead?” I say sarcastically.

“Yes, they were tortured, spines extracted and their eyes were gone. Rowena said that among the witches she is known as the Queen of Death.”

“The Raven, Queen of Death. This lady just gets more fun and fun…” I rub my face in annoyance.

Where is the time we just hunted a shifter?

“She said that if we go after her, we’re dead meat walking.” Sam plops down in a chair, I notice he is a little pale.

“What else, Sam.” I ask, he is hiding something.

I can see it in the way he is avoiding eye contact, the ways his hands twitch and his shoulders are hunched.

“She said that if she cast a spell over the entire world, she might be raising an army against Heaven.”

“Against Heaven?” Cas pipes up. “Why”

“Rumors among the witches are going around that she did something. Something unacceptable, and that Heaven will punish her.”

Cas frowns. And it is so weird to see this sort of frown on him. Cas frowns a lot, when he doesn’t understand a reference or an emotion or anything basic human.

But this kind of frown, the one of the soldier that Cas is, the one who spends millennia on a battle field in Heaven.

The one that says he really has no idea what is going on in Heaven or what she did to Earth.

This one frightens me.

“We don’t know of anything that happened.” Cas starts pacing.

“What kind of army?” I ask Sam, seeing that he still isn’t looking at us, that means there is more.

“An army of the dead” he breathes out, “Every single corpse on this Earth will wake and walk under her command.”

“That’s over 107 billion people” Cas says.

“And it’s an army of the dead… they don’t need to sleep or eat or rest. They can go on forever.” I say.

“Exactly…” Sam sighs “This is worse than Chuck.” He says.

“I need to go back and prepare immediately.” Cas says, he sounds worried, which is rare for an angel with little emotions. “Tell me if you find anything new.”

He disappears before I can even suggest that we will not get involved in this. But do we have a choice? If we do nothing Earth will become a battle field…

“Guess our little holiday is over.”

“Yeah… Rowena said she would look into it as much as she can. But she won’t risk her life for it.” Sam runs his hand through his hair.

“Understandable, she has her hands full with Hell already.”

“Yeah” Sam takes the codex Cas left on the table and stares at the drawing. “Is this her?”

“Yes, a real beauty, isn’t she?”

He leans closer and touches the page. I look for any signs if he feels the same thing I felt when I touched it.

But he doesn’t shiver or snatch his hand back.

“I’ll read this one. You can look in the German part of our books. Rowena said she spend most of her time in the black forest.”

I get up and take those books.

“My favorite kind…”

“One more, Dean” Sam says to try encourage me.

“Yeah, one more.”

But what if this one is one too much…

[teresa-67]

I I.. I dont have words. You girls exceeded yourselves.

First I was breaking my heart over her (which I though we agreeded last time to not break!). I was wondering what would she do in the world all by herself and about Lucifer, but what you wrote... guys... my heart 💔

And then Dean. Still hurting the most about the false hope he thinks he got in hell. Still hurting about the girl that was his light.

And then Jack can hear her? I wonder if it's because he's Lucifer's son and his daddy was in there and it was made for him in the first place?

But then when they went down there and found her. Dean recognised her and.... my heart wasn't breaking anymore. It's crying like if all heavens broke. I don't even know if it's sad crying for all her tortument and pain and.. *breathe deeply*

I think my crying it the happy/sad one. Where I'm so in pain for her but so happy and relieved that he finally found her and Oh God I wanna stop crying please!! Like for real my friend just asked me what's wrong with me.

Ah guys you're killing me. But you're doing it beautifully that I can't be mad.

Thank you for this chapter guys but I hope in the next I'll shed only happy tears.

I know that's not true but let me have hope!

Firefly Chapter 7 : Eighteen and twenty-eight years old

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary :  40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 4330

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This story will be around 10 chapters and we intend to edit it every Saturday if nothing delays it.

Firefly Chapter 1

Firefly Chapter 2

Firefly Chapter 3

Firefly Chapter 4

Firefly Chapter 5

Firefly Chapter 6

Jay’s Masterlist

Roonyxx Masterlist

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She wasn’t moving at all. Sitting on the bench in the middle of this ocean of life, she watched people walk by. The sun had gone down now, after moving from building to building, making giant shadows change the whole city constantly.

She was overwhelmed, unable to move at all. Her eyes were drinking the world like new born baby’s ones. None of her muscles moved for hours, her fists clinging at her dress, her heart bleeding in silence for Dean.

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[jay-and-dean]

AAAAAAAAAH Omg bibi

WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER

JEEZ 😱

This chater was so intimate and hot, you play on sexual frustration to get us to leave our guard down, writing such a hot smut scene that we waited for for sooo long...

And BOOM ! You're cruel with a huge freaking cliffhanger 😭

I reaaaaaaaally hope Dean won't be too hard on her, she saved him damnit ! More than once !

LOVE IT

Healing Love: Part 3

Summary: You have a normal life as a nurse, and you are content with it. But then a storm called Dean Winchester rolls into it and you get swept away by his charms. But secrets linger and threaten to drown you both.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!nurse!reader

Word count: 2935

Chapter warnings: angst, wounds and medical stuff (i am no professional and have no idea what the real treatments are), smut, fluff.

support me :)

Healing Love Masterlist

My Masterlist

Deviders made by @firefly-graphics, give her some love!

“On three,” you say as you swing his arm over your shoulders, “one, two, three.” You tug him to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

You tried your best to not hurt him while tugging him up but he hisses anyway.

“Sorry Dean.” You say.

It’s been a week since his accident and you have visited the bunker every day since. He needed a lot of assistance. He can walk but not far and not without support.

Sam has been helping him go to the toilets, he can manage all that himself, which is a good start.

But he still needs to shower. You have been cleaning his wound every day when necessary.

He hasn’t wanted to shower yet… you offered him plenty of times but he always refused, now it’s getting to the point where he has no choice.

“You have to shower today, Dean.” You tell him as you sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

He sighs and wraps an arm around your waist.

“I know.” He says.

You and him have become closer in the last week. You did a lot of calm kissing that more often than not almost evolved to more, but with Dean being in so much pain it is impossible to do more.

You can sense he is sexually frustrated. He certainly is not alone….

Seeing his body every day, touching his freckled skin every day… It’s hard.

But you don’t want to hurt him, so you keep it to calm kissing.

For now.

You know you should keep your distances because he’s a hunter and you’re a witch, but he’s just so irresistible. He’s so kind and charming and perfect and handsome…

“I can’t even stand for five minutes, how will it even work.” He sigh.

You can hear and see he is feeling a little defeated today, which is normal. Dean is a very independent guy who in his everyday life barely asks for help. For him to have to ask for everything, not able to stand up on his own his hard on him.

You can see his struggle. It’s not uncommon in people healing from big injuries like his.

“I already put a chair inside the shower, you can sit and I’ll help you wash.” You tell him softly, your hand stroking his thigh in a comforting manner.

“You will help me wash? I think you just wanna see me naked.” He grins at you.

You chuckle at his flirt, “You’re right, I do wanna see you naked.” You wiggle your eyebrows back at him. “Unless you’re more comfortable with Sam helping you out?”

You do not want him to be uncomfortable, so you give him the option to choose.

“No, no. I don’t want Sam to see me like that.” He says quickly. “And you’re the professional anyways.”

“Okay, yes, true. I wash people all day at work. I really don’t mind.” You smile at him.

“You also wash guys? Like… your age? Handsome guys?” He asks in a somewhat unsure voice.

“I mean, I don’t really take into account if they’re handsome or not, but I’m sure I have washed handsome men before. Why?”

“No, no reason.” He shrugs and you see it in the glint of his eyes.

Is he… jealous?

It makes you smile.

“Are you jealous, Dean?”

“What! No, no I’m not.” He says it with a grunt, making it very unbelievable.

“Oh my god, you totally are jealous!” You say with a big smile.

The smile soon fades when you see him looking at his hands in his lap.

“Dean…” you cup his cheek and wait for his eyes to meet yours, “The only man I want to undress is you. The others is because it is my job.”

His eyes flick over your face, settling on your lips. You smile and lean in to kiss him.

His hand comes up to cup your face while kissing you deeper, moaning into your mouth, his other hand grabs your thigh and squeezes it firmly.

Your eyes roll back in your head at his firm grip, your legs spread almost on instinct.

You feel him smile against your lips as his hand moves higher to rest at the apex of your thigh.

You are so happy you put on leggings this morning, the thin fabric allowing you to feel his hand cupping your core. You groan loudly and roll your hips in his hand.

“D-Dean.” You moan against his lips.

His fingers press harder into you, his kiss turning sloppy.

“You drive me crazy, Y/n.” He groans against your lips while rubbing your core through your pants.

Your panties and pants are growing slick with arousal from his touch, it urges you on to roll harder against his hand.

“Y-yes Dean o-oh my god-“ You throw your head back as he finds your clit through the thin layers of fabric, his fingers pressing into that tight bundle of nerves, making you gasp loudly.

“Yes sweetheart just like that-“ His sentence ends on a sharp hiss and it is like a bucket of ice poured over your head.

You look at him and sees he tried to turn more towards you and it probably tugged on his wound. His hand is holding his tummy firmly.

You curse yourself for getting lost in lust and gently take his hand away to check his injury. There are red spots on the bandage, you start to take it off and see the damage.

“Shit… you ripped a few stitches.” You sigh, this is why only calm kissing is allowed.

You grab everything you need and sit on your knees on the floor between his legs, threading your needle.

“It will take just a second.” You look up at him.

His eyes are nearly black with lust, his pupils blown wide. The very obvious bulge in his sweats is also very noticeable and it makes you clench your thighs.

You were so close to coming….

“Sorry.” He mutters, a blush creeping over his face, clearly he feels embarrassed that he’s hard for you.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say and start restitching. A soft smile on your face, you already know a way to help him out with his frustrations.

You finish your stitching, his cock no longer hard because he flinched every time the needle pierced his skin.

“Let’s get you in the shower, okay?” You come next to him and put his arm over your shoulders.

“Yes.” He answers and with another short countdown you two stand up.

You support most of his weight as you walk to the bathroom, when entering the chair is where you left it in the shower. As carefully as you can you lower him in the chair.

“There, all comfy?” You ask.

He nods.

You smile at him and come closer.

“I want you naked, Dean.” You smile even wider.

“This wasn’t how I imaged to be naked with you.” He mutters.

He’s feeling embarrassed.

But you have a solution for that.

“Maybe not but still,” you grab the edge of your shirt and take it off over your head, leaving your black lacy bra on, for now. “we can have fun.” You smile.

You think his eyes might fall out of his head with how wide they are.

“Y-you, why are you undressing? Not that I am complaining.”  A little of that cocky grin is coming back on his face.

“Because I don’t want my clothes to get wet, and well, I could use a shower too.” You dip your thumbs into your waistband and shimmy your leggings down your legs, throwing the item behind you.

“Oh-oh wow.” He breathes as he takes in your matching black lace panties, his eyes are roaming over every inch and the bulge in his pants is slowly growing again.

It makes you clench your thighs.

“Can I undress you now?” You ask, coming to stand between his legs.

He nods and you tug off his shirt. You saw his torso many times these last days but every inch of skin revealed to you is exciting.

You bend down, making sure your boobs are at eye level as you grab his waist band, you lean in and kiss his neck.

“Lift your hips for me, Dean.” You whisper against his skin.

He does as you say and you take off his underwear and pants, a slight slap filling the shower when his cock springs free and hits his tummy.

You toss his pants away and look at all of him, all his naked glory.

Fuck… his cock is so hard, and red and leaking precum. His hand moves to grab himself by the base and squeezes, making another drop of precum roll down his tip.

You nearly whimper at the sight.

You stand between his legs, turning around so your back is towards him. Taking the edge of your panties you bend down and take them off, giving Dean a full view of your glistening, soaked pussy.

You’re rewarded with a deep groan behind you and a muttered 'fuck'.

You turn back to face him and take off your bra, slinging it away.

He licks his lips as he takes all of you in.

You lean over him, effectively putting your boobs in his face as you turn on the shower, immediate hot water cascading down over you two.

His lips attack your nipples, kissing and sucking on them. A moan falling from your lips.

His hands wrap around your thighs, grabbing them eagerly.

You grab his soaps and take a little step back, his lips try to chase your boobies but you push him back by the shoulder.

His chest is heaving with every breath, taking the soap in your hands you start to lather them up and begin washing his skin.

You’re thorough in what you do, his neck, his broad shoulders, his pecks, back and sides, then very carefully around his wound and checking that the water resistant bandage is still intact.

Then you wash his feet, his calves, his thighs.

His balls. Looking up through your wet lashes you watch his face as you firmly massage his balls.

“Y-Y/n.” he whimpers, his legs spreading wider.

You sit down on your knees between his spread legs and grab the base of his cock. Looking in his eyes you bend and lick the tip of his cock, your tongue dipping in that oh so sensitive slit.

“Fff-fuck.” He groans and his hands tighten on the arm rests of the chair.

You smile wickledly and lick up under his shaft, from base to tip to then take as much as you can of him in your mouth.

His tip brushes the back of your throat and you gag around him, making him moan harder. The part of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth you grab in your hand.

Your other hand still firmly massaging his balls. You start sucking him deeply, bobbing your head up and down.

“F-fuck Y/n yes, yes yes yes, j-just like that.” He pants, one of his hands slips in your hair and fists it tightly.

You moan loudly around him.

“I-Im gonna come.” He says and tries to tug you off of him. But you want his cum in your mouth, you need it to be inside, to swallow it.

“Y/n o-oh” he moans when he sees you want it, “fuck i- I’m-“

His balls tighten in yourhand and his cock starts to twitch in your mouth as he comes hard, his cum hitting the back of your throat and making you cough. You make sure to swallow it all down, your tongue rubbing the under side of his cock in your mouth to prolong his orgasm as much as possible.

“Y/N FUCK GRAH!” he screams loudly while filling you, his hand fisting your hair so hard it makes your eyes water.

You let go of his balls and push slightly on his thigh, the need for oxygen becoming urgent.

He lets your hair go and you sit up, taking in a big breath, coughing on the few drops of cum still coating your throat.

You take his half limp cock and lick him completely clean, then wash him gently with some soap.

“Y-you’re- you’re so fucking good.” He pants.

You smile and pass your soapy hands over his sensitive tip, enjoying the whimper you drag from him.

You stand up between his legs and begin washing yourself.

Dean is content watching you spread the foam all over your body, his hand coming up to rub at spots you clearly didn’t forget, but you let him.

Then you grab his shampoo and start massaging the soap into his scalp, his eyes fluttering with the sensation.

“Fuck this is so good.” He groan.

You’re so focused on washing his soft hair that you jump when you feel his fingers brushing your slick folds.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, while looking into your eyes with so much want you don’t have it in you to deny him.

“Yes Dean, but be careful, okay?”

He nods and his eyes dart down to look at your pussy, wet and swollen with desire for him.

You keep washing his hair, even when his deft fingers find your clit and start expertly rubbing it in tight circles.

“Y-yes.” You moan.

He turns his hand palm up and enters his middle and ring finger deep inside you. Your legs start trembling at how well his fingers fill you.

He crooks them so they rub perfectly against that sweet spot deep inside you while simultaneously rubbing his palm against your clit.

“F-fuck Dean- y-yes, don’t stop.” You moan and fist his hair, keeping his head away from you because you can sense he wants to kiss your body but that’s a movement that is no longer calm.

“You’re so fucking soaked for me sweetheart. Listen.” He starts to roughly vibrate his hand, filling the shower with the sound of your soaked pussy.

You moan loudly and clench his fingers so hard inside you that he mutters a curse. Your thighs start trembling, the days of edging on finally coming to their conclusion.

“Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean DEAN.” You chant on repeat as you near that edge, following his rhythm and focusing on his finger you feel yourself comping apart at the edges.

“DEAN YES!” You scream as you fall apart around his fingers, your legs tremble violently, and your thighs clench his hand in place as you come so hard around him.

You use the back of the chair as a support to lean on, you’re panting so hard and lean down to kiss him sloppily.

“O-oh my god, Dean…” You say as you unclench his hand and let it go from the prison of your thighs.

He smiles proudly and looks in your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.” He says and kisses you again.

You moan in his mouth but turns to a loud gasp as the water of the shower suddenly turns cold. You hurry to turn it off.

“Fuck.” You laugh, now definitely cooled down. Luckily Dean is laughing too, and no ripped stitches this time.

“Let’s get dry and warmed up.” You smile and help Dean get back into his room where you both cuddle in his bed and eventually fall asleep.

You get awoken by your ringtone going of in the middle of the night. Quinn jumps up and off your bed as he too got roughly awoken by it.

“Shit” you grunt and pick up, “yeah?”

“Y/n? You need to come, it’s Dean, he-he’s not waking up, there’s a lot of blood please- I-“ a sob breaks Sam’s sentence and you’re already flying to grab your keys of your car.

“Keep pressure, I’m coming.”

You stay on the phone with Sam in the car and ask him the routine questions, trying to be calm yourself, it doesn’t look good for Dean…

You reach the bunker and run inside straight to his room.

Looking inside freezes you.

There is too much blood, he's so pale…

“Move!” you scream and push Sam, not ignoring the strong call of your magic you throw the gates inside you open and let it fill your veins.

You hear Sam gasp as your entire body lights up golden and your hair starts floating around you.

It takes all your focus to redirect the mass of magic towards Dean, it feels like guiding an ocean where to go.

But you manage and with all your strength you pour the magic inside Dean. Your arms start to tremble from the strain, but you need to keep going because- because-

His heart is not beating…

You push more magic into him, sweat dripping down your face and your feet leave the ground as you start floating.

All the blood that soaked into his mattress is retracting back into his body, it is like someone pushed the reverse button and all the damage to his body is reversing.

His blood returns to his veins, his cells regenerate themselves, his organs begin working again, his body temperature rises.

And his heart starts beating again.

Dean sits up with a big, sharp inhale and looks at you.

You turn to see his open eyes, his face back with color.

And you see his face filled with shock as he takes you in, glowing and floating next to his bed.

You shut the gates deep inside you shut and cut off the magic, the light inside you shuts of like a lamp and you drop to your knees, completely exhausted.

“Dean!” Sam runs to his brother and hugs him so tight, his shoulders shaking with held back sobs.

But Dean’s eyes don’t leave yours. He’s staring at you in shock and something else…

Betrayal.

“What are you.”

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I should have known that we can’t get one week without another bad guy waiting for us.

Ugh, these boys need to go on vacation, let's bring them to the beach 🏖

Aah, Castiel and his famous short answer. Don't bother explaining everything straightway my sweet angel

“Heaven detected an immense blast of magic, it spread over the entire world.” He explains.

Heeeu, I agree with Dean. How is that nothing, Cas ?

When will they stop coming? Will the world ever be safe, what happens if Sam and I are gone. Will the world just end with the next threat?

Wop hop hop, we don’t talk about that hear Mister Winchester !

With Chuck gone, so was the weight. For that short period of time I felt light and free.

I feel bad for him.. he always has so much weight on his shoulders and there are always things that add even more to it. And now that he experiments peace, there's something else, AGAIN ? Just leave him alone 🥺

“If she kills everyone, how can there be texts about her?” I ask him.

Very good question Dean Winchester 😂

Oh the singing in the dreams, not creepy at all...

Oooooh I like how he felt things by just touching the drawing, how his all body is alert

“Yes, they were tortured, spines extracted and their eyes were gone.

Dude. She's terrifying!

“An army of the dead” he breathes out, “Every single corpse on this Earth will wake and walk under her command.”

AH ! Doesn't sound good

Oooh I love that Sam didn't feel anything ! Interesting 🤔

But what if this one is one too much…

I'm scared now !

The Raven: Part 1

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1600

Chapter warnings: none really for this chapter, maybe some language.

A/N:  This will be a series I wrote for @holylulusworld​ 15.555 spin the bottle followers celebration! My trope is Secret Crush!

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Dean Pov

I should have known that we can’t get one week without another bad guy waiting for us.

Well, bad woman this time.

“What’s her name again?” I ask Cas who just appeared in the bunker to tell us about a new threat to the world.

“We don’t know her real name, but they call her ‘The Raven’” Cas answerers.

“Not ominous at all…” I sigh.

“What is she?” Sam asks Cas.

“An ancient type of witch is what we suspect.”

“Suspect? So even Heaven doesn’t know this psycho chick ?”

“No, she has stayed under our radar for a long time, we have no record of her kind, or when she was born or where she came from. It is as if she didn’t exist before last week.” Cas says as he scans our bookshelf and pulls out an old book and starts leaving through it.

“And what exactly happened last week ?” I ask while I watch Sam and Cas look through the books they got spread out on the table.

“Nothing.” Cas says without looking up from the book.

“Nothing ?” I ask, hoping he will clear it up more.

“Heaven detected an immense blast of magic, it spread over the entire world.” He explains.

“That doesn’t sound like nothing. What happened?”

No, it sounds like we have another major problem on our hands. I get up to take a drink.

Another major being to take down…

When will they stop coming? Will the world ever be safe, what happens if Sam and I are gone. Will the world just end with the next threat?

I though that now we ended Chuck we would be safe, that we could even slow down a little, but it seems like this Raven, whoever she is, has other ideas.

“We don’t know, we can’t detect anything out of order, or any spells. None of the alarms are going off and there are no apocalyptic signs of any kind so theoretically, nothing happened.” Cas explains.

“Unless she hid it.” Sam says.

“Yes, that’s why I am asking for your help.” Cas looks up at me, “I know you wanted to slow down now that Chuck is gone. But we have never seen anything like this. She is powerful if her range can cover the entire Earth.”

I empty my glass and feel both Sam and Cas’s gaze on me. Weighing me down. The familiar weight on my shoulders feels even harder now.

With Chuck gone, so was the weight. For that short period of time I felt light and free.

But now it is back and it is twice as heavy. Maybe I’m just getting to old for this shit.

“It’s fine” I say, “What’s one more, right?”

“Not only did she cover the entire Earth” Sam starts “She also managed to cloak it from Heaven. I will call Rowena to ask if she noticed anything.”

“Right, you do that and Cas and I will try find this witch bitch.” I sit down with a sigh and open a book and start researching for this witch.

Sam takes out his phone and leaves the room to call Rowena. She might know this woman.

“So Cas, what do we know about her.”

“In the week we have known of her existence, Heaven has looked into it and found few witnesses of her.”

“Alright, hit me” I say while looking at the angel.

“She was last sighted in the black forest in Germany. A group of hikers saw a woman floating between the trees while chanting in a strange language.”

“Ah yes floating, not creepy at all. I guess she was speaking Latin.”

“Presumably yes”

“Presumably? You didn’t ask them.” I wonder.

“They are dead.”

“What?”

“They were found in the forest, their eyes picked out by some kind of bird.”

“How did you get their confession then?” Nothing he says makes sense.

“In Heaven, I went to them and asked, but no one in Heaven remembers their death fully, it’s to make it less horrible for them.”

“You could have lead with that… so she killed them because they saw her. How do you know she is called The Raven?”

“We found ancient texts about a witch called The Raven. All her victims have their eyes picked out by a bird. She kills anyone that ever witnessed her, so there isn’t a lot to go on.”

“If she kills everyone, how can there be texts about her?” I ask him.

“Somehow word about her spread through lore and bedtime stories to keep children out of the woods. Some people mentioned she sings in the dreams of those who did something wrong. Those who heard the song often died soon after.”

Cas takes an old codex out of his trench coat and opens it on a page with strange symbols and a drawing of a floating lady above the fire.

“Those who did something wrong? She is a vigilante?” Doesn’t the bad guy normally kill the good guys?

“They is no more description about how she chooses her victims. Only that their death is gruesome and marked by the empty eye sockets.”

I shudder when an image of two gaping holes in a head stare at me, flashes before my eyes. Freaking witches…

I look at the drawing of the woman on the old brown page.

She floating above the fire, her arms spread wide. A flock of ravens have tainted the sky black.

Her hair is long and her eyes…

They aren’t there. As if her own eyes have been picked out.

“What happened to her eyes ?” I ask Cas while touching the drawing.

When my finger tip connects to the paper I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. My whole body flares, ready for the fight or flight reaction.

And deep in my mind, all the way in the back, I feel a trinkle of something…

I snatch my hand back from the book.

“Dean?” Cas looks at me, obviously concerned. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” I feel as if my bones have been dipped into cold water. I slight rub my arm to get rid of the cold.

“Dean?” Cas asks again.

“Nothing, she just gives me the creeps, I hate witches.” I take a deep breath and notice my heart is raging with adrenaline.

She is bad, very very bad news…

“Guys…” Sam steps back inside and his eyes land on the drawing. “Rowena has heard of her.”

“And?” I ask.

“She says to stay away. She never saw or met the Raven but she knew of a Coven who wanted The Raven to be a part of them.”

“Let me guess, all dead?” I say sarcastically.

“Yes, they were tortured, spines extracted and their eyes were gone. Rowena said that among the witches she is known as the Queen of Death.”

“The Raven, Queen of Death. This lady just gets more fun and fun…” I rub my face in annoyance.

Where is the time we just hunted a shifter?

“She said that if we go after her, we’re dead meat walking.” Sam plops down in a chair, I notice he is a little pale.

“What else, Sam.” I ask, he is hiding something.

I can see it in the way he is avoiding eye contact, the ways his hands twitch and his shoulders are hunched.

“She said that if she cast a spell over the entire world, she might be raising an army against Heaven.”

“Against Heaven?” Cas pipes up. “Why”

“Rumors among the witches are going around that she did something. Something unacceptable, and that Heaven will punish her.”

Cas frowns. And it is so weird to see this sort of frown on him. Cas frowns a lot, when he doesn’t understand a reference or an emotion or anything basic human.

But this kind of frown, the one of the soldier that Cas is, the one who spends millennia on a battle field in Heaven.

The one that says he really has no idea what is going on in Heaven or what she did to Earth.

This one frightens me.

“We don’t know of anything that happened.” Cas starts pacing.

“What kind of army?” I ask Sam, seeing that he still isn’t looking at us, that means there is more.

“An army of the dead” he breathes out, “Every single corpse on this Earth will wake and walk under her command.”

“That’s over 107 billion people” Cas says.

“And it’s an army of the dead… they don’t need to sleep or eat or rest. They can go on forever.” I say.

“Exactly…” Sam sighs “This is worse than Chuck.” He says.

“I need to go back and prepare immediately.” Cas says, he sounds worried, which is rare for an angel with little emotions. “Tell me if you find anything new.”

He disappears before I can even suggest that we will not get involved in this. But do we have a choice? If we do nothing Earth will become a battle field…

“Guess our little holiday is over.”

“Yeah… Rowena said she would look into it as much as she can. But she won’t risk her life for it.” Sam runs his hand through his hair.

“Understandable, she has her hands full with Hell already.”

“Yeah” Sam takes the codex Cas left on the table and stares at the drawing. “Is this her?”

“Yes, a real beauty, isn’t she?”

He leans closer and touches the page. I look for any signs if he feels the same thing I felt when I touched it.

But he doesn’t shiver or snatch his hand back.

“I’ll read this one. You can look in the German part of our books. Rowena said she spend most of her time in the black forest.”

I get up and take those books.

“My favorite kind…”

“One more, Dean” Sam says to try encourage me.

“Yeah, one more.”

But what if this one is one too much…

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Healing Love: Part 3

Summary: You have a normal life as a nurse, and you are content with it. But then a storm called Dean Winchester rolls into it and you get swept away by his charms. But secrets linger and threaten to drown you both.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!nurse!reader

Word count: 2935

Chapter warnings: angst, wounds and medical stuff (i am no professional and have no idea what the real treatments are), smut, fluff.

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“On three,” you say as you swing his arm over your shoulders, “one, two, three.” You tug him to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

You tried your best to not hurt him while tugging him up but he hisses anyway.

“Sorry Dean.” You say.

It’s been a week since his accident and you have visited the bunker every day since. He needed a lot of assistance. He can walk but not far and not without support.

Sam has been helping him go to the toilets, he can manage all that himself, which is a good start.

But he still needs to shower. You have been cleaning his wound every day when necessary.

He hasn’t wanted to shower yet… you offered him plenty of times but he always refused, now it’s getting to the point where he has no choice.

“You have to shower today, Dean.” You tell him as you sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

He sighs and wraps an arm around your waist.

“I know.” He says.

You and him have become closer in the last week. You did a lot of calm kissing that more often than not almost evolved to more, but with Dean being in so much pain it is impossible to do more.

You can sense he is sexually frustrated. He certainly is not alone….

Seeing his body every day, touching his freckled skin every day… It’s hard.

But you don’t want to hurt him, so you keep it to calm kissing.

For now.

You know you should keep your distances because he’s a hunter and you’re a witch, but he’s just so irresistible. He’s so kind and charming and perfect and handsome…

“I can’t even stand for five minutes, how will it even work.” He sigh.

You can hear and see he is feeling a little defeated today, which is normal. Dean is a very independent guy who in his everyday life barely asks for help. For him to have to ask for everything, not able to stand up on his own his hard on him.

You can see his struggle. It’s not uncommon in people healing from big injuries like his.

“I already put a chair inside the shower, you can sit and I’ll help you wash.” You tell him softly, your hand stroking his thigh in a comforting manner.

“You will help me wash? I think you just wanna see me naked.” He grins at you.

You chuckle at his flirt, “You’re right, I do wanna see you naked.” You wiggle your eyebrows back at him. “Unless you’re more comfortable with Sam helping you out?”

You do not want him to be uncomfortable, so you give him the option to choose.

“No, no. I don’t want Sam to see me like that.” He says quickly. “And you’re the professional anyways.”

“Okay, yes, true. I wash people all day at work. I really don’t mind.” You smile at him.

“You also wash guys? Like… your age? Handsome guys?” He asks in a somewhat unsure voice.

“I mean, I don’t really take into account if they’re handsome or not, but I’m sure I have washed handsome men before. Why?”

“No, no reason.” He shrugs and you see it in the glint of his eyes.

Is he… jealous?

It makes you smile.

“Are you jealous, Dean?”

“What! No, no I’m not.” He says it with a grunt, making it very unbelievable.

“Oh my god, you totally are jealous!” You say with a big smile.

The smile soon fades when you see him looking at his hands in his lap.

“Dean…” you cup his cheek and wait for his eyes to meet yours, “The only man I want to undress is you. The others is because it is my job.”

His eyes flick over your face, settling on your lips. You smile and lean in to kiss him.

His hand comes up to cup your face while kissing you deeper, moaning into your mouth, his other hand grabs your thigh and squeezes it firmly.

Your eyes roll back in your head at his firm grip, your legs spread almost on instinct.

You feel him smile against your lips as his hand moves higher to rest at the apex of your thigh.

You are so happy you put on leggings this morning, the thin fabric allowing you to feel his hand cupping your core. You groan loudly and roll your hips in his hand.

“D-Dean.” You moan against his lips.

His fingers press harder into you, his kiss turning sloppy.

“You drive me crazy, Y/n.” He groans against your lips while rubbing your core through your pants.

Your panties and pants are growing slick with arousal from his touch, it urges you on to roll harder against his hand.

“Y-yes Dean o-oh my god-“ You throw your head back as he finds your clit through the thin layers of fabric, his fingers pressing into that tight bundle of nerves, making you gasp loudly.

“Yes sweetheart just like that-“ His sentence ends on a sharp hiss and it is like a bucket of ice poured over your head.

You look at him and sees he tried to turn more towards you and it probably tugged on his wound. His hand is holding his tummy firmly.

You curse yourself for getting lost in lust and gently take his hand away to check his injury. There are red spots on the bandage, you start to take it off and see the damage.

“Shit… you ripped a few stitches.” You sigh, this is why only calm kissing is allowed.

You grab everything you need and sit on your knees on the floor between his legs, threading your needle.

“It will take just a second.” You look up at him.

His eyes are nearly black with lust, his pupils blown wide. The very obvious bulge in his sweats is also very noticeable and it makes you clench your thighs.

You were so close to coming….

“Sorry.” He mutters, a blush creeping over his face, clearly he feels embarrassed that he’s hard for you.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say and start restitching. A soft smile on your face, you already know a way to help him out with his frustrations.

You finish your stitching, his cock no longer hard because he flinched every time the needle pierced his skin.

“Let’s get you in the shower, okay?” You come next to him and put his arm over your shoulders.

“Yes.” He answers and with another short countdown you two stand up.

You support most of his weight as you walk to the bathroom, when entering the chair is where you left it in the shower. As carefully as you can you lower him in the chair.

“There, all comfy?” You ask.

He nods.

You smile at him and come closer.

“I want you naked, Dean.” You smile even wider.

“This wasn’t how I imaged to be naked with you.” He mutters.

He’s feeling embarrassed.

But you have a solution for that.

“Maybe not but still,” you grab the edge of your shirt and take it off over your head, leaving your black lacy bra on, for now. “we can have fun.” You smile.

You think his eyes might fall out of his head with how wide they are.

“Y-you, why are you undressing? Not that I am complaining.”  A little of that cocky grin is coming back on his face.

“Because I don’t want my clothes to get wet, and well, I could use a shower too.” You dip your thumbs into your waistband and shimmy your leggings down your legs, throwing the item behind you.

“Oh-oh wow.” He breathes as he takes in your matching black lace panties, his eyes are roaming over every inch and the bulge in his pants is slowly growing again.

It makes you clench your thighs.

“Can I undress you now?” You ask, coming to stand between his legs.

He nods and you tug off his shirt. You saw his torso many times these last days but every inch of skin revealed to you is exciting.

You bend down, making sure your boobs are at eye level as you grab his waist band, you lean in and kiss his neck.

“Lift your hips for me, Dean.” You whisper against his skin.

He does as you say and you take off his underwear and pants, a slight slap filling the shower when his cock springs free and hits his tummy.

You toss his pants away and look at all of him, all his naked glory.

Fuck… his cock is so hard, and red and leaking precum. His hand moves to grab himself by the base and squeezes, making another drop of precum roll down his tip.

You nearly whimper at the sight.

You stand between his legs, turning around so your back is towards him. Taking the edge of your panties you bend down and take them off, giving Dean a full view of your glistening, soaked pussy.

You’re rewarded with a deep groan behind you and a muttered 'fuck'.

You turn back to face him and take off your bra, slinging it away.

He licks his lips as he takes all of you in.

You lean over him, effectively putting your boobs in his face as you turn on the shower, immediate hot water cascading down over you two.

His lips attack your nipples, kissing and sucking on them. A moan falling from your lips.

His hands wrap around your thighs, grabbing them eagerly.

You grab his soaps and take a little step back, his lips try to chase your boobies but you push him back by the shoulder.

His chest is heaving with every breath, taking the soap in your hands you start to lather them up and begin washing his skin.

You’re thorough in what you do, his neck, his broad shoulders, his pecks, back and sides, then very carefully around his wound and checking that the water resistant bandage is still intact.

Then you wash his feet, his calves, his thighs.

His balls. Looking up through your wet lashes you watch his face as you firmly massage his balls.

“Y-Y/n.” he whimpers, his legs spreading wider.

You sit down on your knees between his spread legs and grab the base of his cock. Looking in his eyes you bend and lick the tip of his cock, your tongue dipping in that oh so sensitive slit.

“Fff-fuck.” He groans and his hands tighten on the arm rests of the chair.

You smile wickledly and lick up under his shaft, from base to tip to then take as much as you can of him in your mouth.

His tip brushes the back of your throat and you gag around him, making him moan harder. The part of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth you grab in your hand.

Your other hand still firmly massaging his balls. You start sucking him deeply, bobbing your head up and down.

“F-fuck Y/n yes, yes yes yes, j-just like that.” He pants, one of his hands slips in your hair and fists it tightly.

You moan loudly around him.

“I-Im gonna come.” He says and tries to tug you off of him. But you want his cum in your mouth, you need it to be inside, to swallow it.

“Y/n o-oh” he moans when he sees you want it, “fuck i- I’m-“

His balls tighten in yourhand and his cock starts to twitch in your mouth as he comes hard, his cum hitting the back of your throat and making you cough. You make sure to swallow it all down, your tongue rubbing the under side of his cock in your mouth to prolong his orgasm as much as possible.

“Y/N FUCK GRAH!” he screams loudly while filling you, his hand fisting your hair so hard it makes your eyes water.

You let go of his balls and push slightly on his thigh, the need for oxygen becoming urgent.

He lets your hair go and you sit up, taking in a big breath, coughing on the few drops of cum still coating your throat.

You take his half limp cock and lick him completely clean, then wash him gently with some soap.

“Y-you’re- you’re so fucking good.” He pants.

You smile and pass your soapy hands over his sensitive tip, enjoying the whimper you drag from him.

You stand up between his legs and begin washing yourself.

Dean is content watching you spread the foam all over your body, his hand coming up to rub at spots you clearly didn’t forget, but you let him.

Then you grab his shampoo and start massaging the soap into his scalp, his eyes fluttering with the sensation.

“Fuck this is so good.” He groan.

You’re so focused on washing his soft hair that you jump when you feel his fingers brushing your slick folds.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, while looking into your eyes with so much want you don’t have it in you to deny him.

“Yes Dean, but be careful, okay?”

He nods and his eyes dart down to look at your pussy, wet and swollen with desire for him.

You keep washing his hair, even when his deft fingers find your clit and start expertly rubbing it in tight circles.

“Y-yes.” You moan.

He turns his hand palm up and enters his middle and ring finger deep inside you. Your legs start trembling at how well his fingers fill you.

He crooks them so they rub perfectly against that sweet spot deep inside you while simultaneously rubbing his palm against your clit.

“F-fuck Dean- y-yes, don’t stop.” You moan and fist his hair, keeping his head away from you because you can sense he wants to kiss your body but that’s a movement that is no longer calm.

“You’re so fucking soaked for me sweetheart. Listen.” He starts to roughly vibrate his hand, filling the shower with the sound of your soaked pussy.

You moan loudly and clench his fingers so hard inside you that he mutters a curse. Your thighs start trembling, the days of edging on finally coming to their conclusion.

“Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean DEAN.” You chant on repeat as you near that edge, following his rhythm and focusing on his finger you feel yourself comping apart at the edges.

“DEAN YES!” You scream as you fall apart around his fingers, your legs tremble violently, and your thighs clench his hand in place as you come so hard around him.

You use the back of the chair as a support to lean on, you’re panting so hard and lean down to kiss him sloppily.

“O-oh my god, Dean…” You say as you unclench his hand and let it go from the prison of your thighs.

He smiles proudly and looks in your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.” He says and kisses you again.

You moan in his mouth but turns to a loud gasp as the water of the shower suddenly turns cold. You hurry to turn it off.

“Fuck.” You laugh, now definitely cooled down. Luckily Dean is laughing too, and no ripped stitches this time.

“Let’s get dry and warmed up.” You smile and help Dean get back into his room where you both cuddle in his bed and eventually fall asleep.

You get awoken by your ringtone going of in the middle of the night. Quinn jumps up and off your bed as he too got roughly awoken by it.

“Shit” you grunt and pick up, “yeah?”

“Y/n? You need to come, it’s Dean, he-he’s not waking up, there’s a lot of blood please- I-“ a sob breaks Sam’s sentence and you’re already flying to grab your keys of your car.

“Keep pressure, I’m coming.”

You stay on the phone with Sam in the car and ask him the routine questions, trying to be calm yourself, it doesn’t look good for Dean…

You reach the bunker and run inside straight to his room.

Looking inside freezes you.

There is too much blood, he's so pale…

“Move!” you scream and push Sam, not ignoring the strong call of your magic you throw the gates inside you open and let it fill your veins.

You hear Sam gasp as your entire body lights up golden and your hair starts floating around you.

It takes all your focus to redirect the mass of magic towards Dean, it feels like guiding an ocean where to go.

But you manage and with all your strength you pour the magic inside Dean. Your arms start to tremble from the strain, but you need to keep going because- because-

His heart is not beating…

You push more magic into him, sweat dripping down your face and your feet leave the ground as you start floating.

All the blood that soaked into his mattress is retracting back into his body, it is like someone pushed the reverse button and all the damage to his body is reversing.

His blood returns to his veins, his cells regenerate themselves, his organs begin working again, his body temperature rises.

And his heart starts beating again.

Dean sits up with a big, sharp inhale and looks at you.

You turn to see his open eyes, his face back with color.

And you see his face filled with shock as he takes you in, glowing and floating next to his bed.

You shut the gates deep inside you shut and cut off the magic, the light inside you shuts of like a lamp and you drop to your knees, completely exhausted.

“Dean!” Sam runs to his brother and hugs him so tight, his shoulders shaking with held back sobs.

But Dean’s eyes don’t leave yours. He’s staring at you in shock and something else…

Betrayal.

“What are you.”

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